Southern Blondie: May 2011

Be As You Are

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"Like Oprah said, 'You have to create your own happiness,' it's time you realize that." - My Mom

(What happiness looks like.)

Monday why aren't you considered a Funday?
   One of my favorite people at work left last week for a new job. It's great for her but I don't like when my favorite people leave. I like to be around my favorite people. She kept a jar at her desk always filled with candy like M&M's and such. Her last day she let me have the jar so I can carry on the tradition of having M&M's at my desk. This is becoming a problem due to the fact that I keep eating them all...

Tuesday Snooze Day
   I have this thing called allergies. I live in a state called Arkansas. When Arkansas starts to blossom so do my allergies

During lunch on Tuesday, some of us ladies at work gathered outside to eat lunch together. It was considered a pot luck but since I forgot to bring something I just went to our cafe to grab lunch. We went outside to the pavilion where we saw lots of little children. This reminded me why I wasn't a teacher.


Hump Day, Tornado Fun Day.

     (Tornado from the street over my parents house...)

Wednesday came in like a storm and out like a breeze. A breeze like a tornado in my hometown. At around 4 on Wednesday afternoon my mom calls me and the conversation goes like this...
     Mom: Maegan, we see a tornado!
     Me: Yo..uh. wha?
     Mom: We are standing in Mary's yard and we can see it! David (my dad) take a picture with your phone!  Oh wow. Look at that.
     Me: Hello! Hello! Still here.
     Mom: Oh you should be here to see this!
     Me: ...
     Mom: Okay. Going to go, it's leaving. We'll send you a picture.
     Me: ...


It was also my friend Amanda's birthday so we had to celebrate. I'm always up for every kind of celebration. Dinner, drinks and a little piano bar to top off the night. Nothing like going out on a school night...

Thursday...Um...Hmm....Well....I don't know. 
   The words 'I don't know' seemed to be Thursday's theme. What are you doing this weekend? I don't know. What do you want to do? I don't know. What are you having for lunch? I don't know. What about this? I don't know. What about that? I don't know.

I just didn't know.

So when one doesn't know what to they do? Well, the create a wonton-decision maker thingy. Remember those? Luckily I remembered how to fold one up, handed it over to Leigh-tastic and she entered all of the answers for what to do this weekend. Luckily it landed on lake and not 'marry  so and so.' Lucky me.

Thursday is also my favorite T.V. day. I'm really classy and watch things like Swamp People and the Real Housewives of NYC. Nothin better than watchin a guy fight a gator then turning the channel to watch two women fight over couture and wine.

Classy I am.

Friday, Friday, Hellerlujah It's Friday!
     It's Friday. It's almost the weekend. It's going to be a long weekend. I'm going to enjoy it.

Every. Single. Second.
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I Know...

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...I know when I look up at the sky and see stars at night that everything will be okay.

...I know that I have some of the best friends in the entire world.

...I know that no matter what, it all works out.

...I know that sometimes that hardest things are the things most worth the effort.

...I know one day everything that doesn't make sense will, and everything that does make sense won't.
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Something Like That

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Whenever I have to decide between two evils, 
I always choose the one I haven't tried before. -Mae West


 1. I visited my parents this weekend. Dad cooks. Mom makes my bed. Dad washes my car. Mom pays for me to get may hur did. Dad gives me a lecture on something. Mom works on my homework. Dad takes my dog out. Mom gives me lunch money. Why did I leave home again?


2. My dad cooked steaks this weekend on the grill. This is what they looked like before they went on the grill. Getcha some of that...heart attack.

3. I watched the Bachelorette last night. Before I would never admit to watching them but this season I am watching proudly. Not because I like the guys or her for that matter, just because I can make various games out of the show. 

4. My new supper at night is cocoa-puffs or spaghettios. Apparently I've forgotten how to cook and turned 8-years old again. In the past two months I've used one burner and the oven. 
        Burner:  Make tea. Steam veggies. Heat up soup. 
        Oven: Bake chicken nuggets. Bake chicken. Pizza. 

I need a reason to cook. This is getting sad. My pots and pans are crying out for attention. Where does all the time go?


4. I am SO EXCITED that in 16 days I will be in Nashville with my favorite people from Atlanta. I have the tickets. I have the boots. I have the daisy dukes. I'm ready.

5. This brings me to a conversation I had Sunday night at the grocery store with the clerk. 

Grocery store guy: There is nothing 'sexier' than a woman who can cook and wears stilettos while she does. 
Me: Oh...okay. Well, I'm wearing boots...
GSG: Yeah...I noticed...no one is perfect. 

I'm not sure how to take that. 

6. I might have a slight obsession with this extreme coupon show. Slight. To the point that when I went to the grocery store the other night I took coupons that I had taken from my parents Sunday paper and saved $16. I bought laundry detergent for $2. I'm not sure if I should be proud of this or worried about myself. 

7. Summa-time is coming and my allergies are in full force. If I am acting tired or less talkative, it's because allergies drain my energy. Silly allergies. 

8. In 11 days I'll be turning 25. I considered having a mid-life-20's crisis but I realized that I've already had three of those in the past five years. I'm not sure if I am allowed to have another one. Thoughts?

9. I'm craving chicken-n-dumplings. I haven't made those since a snow day back in February. I'm considering going to buy a chicken after work and whipping them up. 

10. I'll probably just end up eating cocoa-puffs for supper again though.
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Man-Gettin Brownies

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I had some time last summer after I quit my job and all. Most people probably start lookin for a new job, but not me. I decided to bake. I baked cookies. Cakes. Brownies. Southern food. I tried it all. 

You wouldn't believe the amount of time you have in the day when you don't work. It's amazin. While I was on my summer vacation of 2010 I made these brownies. I perfected these suckers for weeks. After searching through different recipes I created my own and tweaked it and changed it and added things and ate. (You also have a lot of time to work out when you don't have a job.)

The one consistent thing about these brownies? Everytime I baked them, I got a date. Not sayin the dates were good...not sayin the dates were bad...I just seem to get dates when I passed these suckers out.

Now I call them my man-gettin brownies. And now I've stopped bakin them. Summer time is comin and I don't want to be all settled down. 

Point is - whether you need a man, want a man, prayin for a man, or tryin to keep your man, you should get to the kitchen and get to cookin. 

Also, please note that I have removed the letter 'g' from each of my words. It adds to the 'man-gettin.'

Trust me.


(Terrible picture. I know.)

Man-Gettin Brownies

1 Cup all-purpose flour
¼ cup packed brown sugar
½ cup of butter
½ cup of miniature semisweet chocolate pieces
1 1/3 cups granulated sugar
¾ cup all-purpose flour
½ cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1 ½ tsp. baking powder
½ tsp salt
1/3 cup butter, melted
1 Tbsp. vanilla
3/4 cup miniature semisweet chocolate pieces

Directions: 
  • Preheat oven to 350 degree Fahrenheit.
  • Line a 9x9x2-inch baking pan with foil and set aside.
  • In a medium bowl stir together 1 cup flower and the brown sugar. Cut in the ½ cup of butter until mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Stir in the ½ cup chocolate pieces. Press into prepared pan. Bake for 8 min.
  • While your pan is baking, next, grab a large bowl and stir together granulated sugar, ¾ cup flour, the cocoa powder baking powder and salt. Add the eggs, melted butter and vanilla. Beat my hand until smooth. Sir in the ½ cup of chocolate pieces. 
  • Once your bottom crust is done, carefully pour in mixture over.
  • Bake 40 min. 
  • Once done, let cool then life brownies out on pan by lifting up the foil. 
  • Cut into small, medium or large pieces and enjoy! 
  • Report back to me once the men start callin. 
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Well...Now What?

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"I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic."
— "This Side of Paradise" by F. Scott Fitzgerald

(Gotta shimmer up the bride!)

1. I'm not sure what my 'goal' is going to be now. My maid of honor duties are done. The GRE is done...(for now.) I'm just not sure where to put my focus. 


2. The rapper who sang, "Teach Me How to Dougie" was shot. Let's all remember him today by doing the dougie.

3. I've decided to grow my 'bangs' out. It's summer time and bangs just don't look good frizzy.

4. I'm wearing an outfit today that hasn't, um, fit in a while and all I can think about it bar-b-que food.

5. There is a defect in my soul - I've realized that I don't 'miss' people easily. It takes a lot for me to 'miss' someone. When someone says they 'miss' me I never believe it. I believe I'm missing a piece of my heart.

6. Today is Tuesday.

 

7. 23 days until Nashville with my Atlanta friends.


8. This was the sky yesterday when I was going to eat lunch with a friend.

9. Tomorrow is Wednesday.

10. It might be time for a vacation. To somewhere I've never been. Off. Different country. .


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Sometimes You Need to Get Lost

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You can't be lost if you don't care where you are. 

 (I physically got lost last weekend, but I found this view!)


A while back, I had someone tell me, "You can't be lost if you don't care where you are." Though I'm not 'lost' in life, I have a job I love, friends that mean everything to me and a wonderful family I couldn't live without, I feel like this quote sums up how I feel right now in life. 

I wasn't always going the right direction. Thinking about the last year of my life I realize that being lost can take you right where you need to be. A year ago I was a complete mess. I had been through a break-up that had broken me, I had completely left a job I loved for a job that felt soulless and I felt 'stuck' with not knowing which direction to go in life. 

I was lost in every sense of the word.

Of course, during everything that was going on, I didn't know that it all had a bigger purpose. Dating seemed irrelevant because I knew good and well that I couldn't commit to anything. I couldn't even commit to weekend plans until Thursday nights. In nine months I had dated four guys that anytime it got close to actually liking someone, I backed off and headed in the other direction.

I realized that while I was making life altering decisions I might as well quit my soulless job to figure out just what and where I needed to do and be. Calling my mom on a Monday afternoon saying, "I'm about to quit my job," and having her respond, "I'll see you tonight so you can tell your daddy," can make one feel about five years old again.

For three months I baked. I cooked. I sat outside and thought about everything. I went out with friends. I hung out with family. I considered every job profession under the sun. (I also realized that there are things I will never be able to do: meat butcher, cable repair man, and anything to do with taking care of sick people.) I tried to figure out where I was supposed to be in life and who I was supposed to be. 

Two years in Atlanta and in an up-and-down relationship had me questioning everything I thought was right, true and belief of who I was as  person. I wasn't sure who I was I was meant to be, or who I wanted to become.

The one thing that I never did was cry over about the all the mistakes I had made, regrets I was feeling or fears for the future. Actually, it took me a year to cry. I tried to tear up about life, but it wouldn't work. I whined or whimpered but it wasn't successful.

Looking back now I believe being lost is where I needed to be last year. 

Of course, everything worked out in the end like everyone says it will while you're in the middle of hell. I got the job I had always wanted, a great city and direction in life. I may not know exactly what I want out of everything in life, at least I'm learning what I don't want. And you know what happened when it all started to fall in place? I cried. I cried every day for a week. I didn't cry for a year and all of a sudden the water works had begun and I couldn't stop. (Sorry to Shannon who sat with me for four nights outside drinking wine while I cried and she nodded her head. That's what good cousins are for.)

Though there are things in life that I am still in 'lost' mode, that's okay because it doesn't matter. 

I'm happy to be lost if this is where I get to be in life right now. 
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The Tales of Dating: Broccoli Guy

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For seven years I had a serious on-again-off-again boyfriend that I first starting dating when I was in high school. We would be together for three months, off for four, back and forth and back and forth. 

That should have been our first clue. Red flag. Stop sign. But that’s a different story...

While we were broken up the summer I was 19, I dated a guy I would like to refer to as Broccoli Guy. He was actually a nice guy and seemingly normal. We were working together at the same department store and when my longtime ex and I broke up he asked if I wanted to go out.

Sure. For one, I thought he was cute and nice and secondly, I can get back at my ex. I was really mature back then.

Broccoli Guy and I went on a couple of dates. Movies. Lunch. Dinner. Hung out with work friends. Frat parties. He even sent me flowers once at work which completely freaked me out.

One night my roommate and I were cooking spaghetti and making brownies so I called Broccoli guy and said, “We are cooking tonight, don’t eat supper, and come over around 6:30 p.m.”

Sounds a bit bossy now, but oh well.

So, he comes over and we are almost done with the fixins. I was trying to be nice because I invited him over and offered to fix him a plate.

He said, “No. I’ve already eaten.”

Huh? I called him at least two hours before so he wouldn’t eat.

“I ate steamed broccoli before I came over,” he said.

“So, you don’t want spaghetti?” I asked with confusion because I couldn’t imagine wanting to eat broccoli over spaghetti. I love spaghetti. It’s one of my favorite foods.

“No,” he said with a very stern voice that made me want to apologize for not cooking steamed cauliflower.

“Well, alrighty. You can still have brownies! We even have ice cream because my roommates boyfriend likes ice cream.”
 (I said ‘alrighty’ when I don’t know what else to say in life and I don’t care for ice cream.)

“No,” he said again.

Really? He’s told me no twice. This isn’t going to work. I like to cook. And if you are a picky eater then this is just not going to work. I didn’t tell him that though at the time. I just thought that.

So, me, my roommate and her boyfriend all sat and ate spaghetti then ate brownies while he just sat there and drank water.



The meal may be simple but remember, I was 19 and in college. We considered it gourmet.

I have good memories of Broccoli Guy but the one that stands out is the fact that he ate a lot of broccoli.

It didn’t work out between us, obviously. He called me and asked, “Where is this going?” It freaked me out and I said, “Well, why does it have to go anywhere besides where it is at?”

There was my sign. He went out with another girl that next weekend when I was home sick. There was my other sign. We stayed friends for a while but I don’t know where he is now.

Wherever he is, I hope he’s decided to eat something besides broccoli.
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My Best Friend's Wedding

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This past weekend was the big wedding of my best friend of 19 years, Kristen. I'll never forget when Kristen and I became friends. It was August of our 1st grade year and we were in the same class with Ms. Curtis. Our favorite colors were pink, we both had stuffed teddy bears, we both loved dogs and Full House was our favorite show.


Over the weekend, I was honored to be her Maid of Honor at her wedding. It's a weekend I'll never forget and memories that will forever be engraved in my heart. The wedding was beautiful, Kristen looked gorgeous, seeing her fiance, now husband Charlie cry made me cry and all of the wedding festivities were too much fun for words.

There wasn't a lot of time for me to sit around and take pictures, so some of these are mine and some of these I have stolen off of Facebook from others. 

Becca and I after getting ready...this is before we took 100 pictures. 

Lesley and I - you either love us or hate us.

Last minute touch ups!

What a gorgeous, perfect day for a May wedding!

Guys, are you sure??

Guess that's a yes.

Let there be cake!

You can do this guys!

Boys will be boys.

All my single ladies!
(This was the first time I've ever stood behind during the bouquet toss. I did not reach for it, I did not try, I did not want it.  The things you do for friends...)

There are a thousand stories I could tell from this weekend, but all in all, it was a wonderful time. Thank you, Kristen for allowing me to be your maid of honor and best friend for almost 20 years!

Best of luck to you and Charlie!
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Things I Will Never Understand

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1. What Meatloaf would never do for love. 

2. Why waking up at 5 a.m. is easier for me than waking up at 7 a.m. 

3. How one day I have bangs and the next day I can't find them. 


4. Why animal crackers are always going to taste good. 


5. Why I feel the need to bite off the head of the animal cracker first. 

(I got lost...but I found this view.)

6. How I get lost even if I am following a GPS...

7. Where my socks seem to hide. 

8. Why everyone doesn't love sweet tea as much as I do. 

9. How I trip when I am flat footed but not when I am wearing heels. 

10. Who really shot Tupac?
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Let There Be Pie

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In that last six weeks I have been a bit stressed...which apparently, if you ask everyone made me cranky. Why so stressed? Well that list is too long to actually get into and isn't as much fun as what is about to happen on this page. 

What is about to happen on this page? Pie. Fried pie. 

Good ol' fashioned chocolate fried pie that makes you want to lean back, pat your belly and take a nap. 

Attractive, huh? Patting your belly.

Since I have been 'cranky' at work the last six weeks, today my co-workers who have suffered the most from my stressful lifestyle went to lunch together. We discussed: Scrubs, babies, pie, other stuff that I was too busy eating my cheeseburger to remember because I was too busy eating food that didn't consist of what a rabbit would eat. 

So. We loaded up cars and wen to Burge's. 


You walk into Burge's and you see a wall full of decor

I felt the need to stare down that guys so they would hurry up with my order. I haven't eaten in six weeks. I was hungry. 

I was obviously too excited when I got my food because I couldn't wait to take a picture. 

That good. 

Yes sir. Yes ma'am. Getcha some. 

Then once you getcha some of that, you have to get some of this. 

They have all kinds - but today this is what I needed. 

Hello lover. 

I got too excited again. Couldn't wait. 

I ate it all. How many of you does that not surprise?

Group shot of the ladies! 

Lunch was good. That simple. 

Welcome back food in my life. Though now I need to take a nap.

Flash back...My My Me Oh My, I Love Pie
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The Tales of Dating

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"Risking our hearts is why we're alive."

Love XOXO

I have a lot of single friends. I'm single and when you're single you tend to stick with the single ones. It's easier. Less painful. And single girls can stay out past midnight. (sorry, mom.)

My married friends stick with their husbands, my in-serious-relationship friends stick with other girls in the same boat or their boyfriends and the single gals are just hanging with whoever is offering the best time. (Get your mind out of the gutter.) 

This is just a generalization. It's not always that case. When I was in my serious relationship (That's a WHOLE different story) I tended to hang with other girls who were in the same boat. Now that I'm happily single I just hang out with my married friends on Saturday afternoons...

Even though being single is great, relationships can be wonderful, and marriage is, well, whatever marriage is. My point to all of this is that no one has greater stories than single people. Whether they are funny, terrible, awkward, random, bad, wonderful, or lame, dating stories from single people entertain us all and make us wonder why we even try.

Why do we try? Because risking our hearts is why we're alive.

     Elizabeth and Chicken Boy

For instance, my friend (I won't use real names, I'll use their middle names) Elizabeth, was asked out by a guy who owns a Chick Fil A. He even gave her a free coupon for a free meal when. The problem with Mr. Chicken? Well... he didn't know the game. 

Dating is a game, whether you play it or not. It's a game.

 (Wait...you wouldn't want to date this either?)

Mr. Chicken was a little TOO eager to date Elizabeth. She met Mr. Eat More Chicken Less Beef at a wedding. I honestly believe you should never date someone you meet at a wedding. He asked for her number because she was a single bridesmaid and he was a single groomsman. Obviously they should start dating.

See, that's why dating at weddings is a bad idea.

So he thinks they should hang out again. Homeboy started texting a lot, asking if he could call her and kept insisting that they double date it up sometime. When you first meet someone I think you know if there is that 'thing.' That 'Thing' that makes you think, "Yes. I want to see that person again."

Elizabeth wasn't feeling that 'thing.' It was too much, too soon, too annoying. Guys, there is a reason you should wait a day or two to call, give us the time to make you want to call. If you call us right away, you look desperate. If you call too late, we think we are just an option. Two days. Two days works. And never ask if you can call. If you ask us now, we have you by the balls forever. (Sorry, mom.)

Since Elizabeth is one of the nice girls, she replied back to his text messages or answered the phone when he called. At the end of two weeks, chicken boy got the idea. It just wasn't going to happen.

Personally I think if he had given her more than one free Chick-Fil-A meal, she would have stuck around longer.

     Laine and DWI Guy


(Don't drink and drive. It's just not worth it.)

My friend, Laine, once had a seemingly nice, older guy ask her on a date. She said yes because at the time she believed in saying yes to date with guys who seemed to have their lives together.

Every girl has this rule at sometime or another in their lives. "Whoever asks and they are normal I will say yes to!"

That goes out of the window as soon as you have a terrible date.

The date was all planned. It would be a double date with another couple who were his friends, all go to a concert and then out for drinks. Sounded fun enough to Laine who regularly enjoys those activities with her friends.

He then informed her that she would have to drive him to his friends house after the concert and she could either stay there or drive herself home. Laine isn't the type that you tell what to do. She also isn't the type to stay at someone's house on the first date.

Why couldn't he take her home? Well, homeboy had a DWI.

That date never happened.

A couple of months later we were all out and about one night and ran into DWI guy at the bar.

I'm guessing he found someone else to drive him around.


     Me and Lame-os

My worst date? Having this guy Amos (that's his real name, I believe he needs to learn how terrible this date was) came over to pick me up, told me I had to drive to the restaurant because he was afraid his breaks might not work and then he told me why he was too good to be in the town I lived in at the time.

The story is much more detailed, but Amos, if you are out there living in Fayettville, AR, I want you to know. Your date was TERRIBLE.

Buh-bye, LAME-OS.


My best date? Having a guy come pick me up a midnight (not THAT kind of date, mind out of gutter again) drive us out to the middle of no where and sit on the back of the truck while there was a meteor shower.

We broke up three days later but I will never forget how pretty the stars were that night.


'The Tales of Dating' is probably going to be a re-occurring series. Between the stories I hear from my friends and the ones I experience myself, there are just too many great stories that someone needs to share with the world.
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Cinco De Mayo with Mexican-Style Chicken Soup

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In celebration of Cinco De Mayo, I thought I would share my recipe for Mexican-Style Chicken Soup.

Festive and healthy. It's what I'm here for folks. 


  • 1 Tablespoon Olive Oil
  • 1 whole Large Onion
  • 2 whole Garlic Cloves, Finely Chopped
  • 1 whole Jalapeno, Seeded And Finely Chopped
  • 2 teaspoons Chili Powder
  • 1 teaspoon Dried Oregano
  • 1 teaspoon Ground Cumin
  • 1 quart Reduced Sodium Chicken Broth
  • 1-½ pound Plum Tomatoes, Diced
  • 1 can 4.5 Ounce Can Green Chilies
  • 1 can 15 Ounce Can Hominy, Drained Or Two Cups Frozen Corn
  • 2 cups Shredded, Cooked Chicken
  • ⅓ cups Chopped Fresh Cilantro
  • 1 whole Ripe Avocado, Peeled, Pitted And Sliced
  • 1 whole Lime, Sliced, For Serving
  • Salt To Taste
1. In a large pot, heat the olive oil over medium-high heat. Add the onion, garlic and jalapeno. Cook, stirring, until the onion is translucent, about 5 minutes. Add the chili powder, oregano and cumin; cook one minute more.
2. Stir in the broth, tomatoes, chilies, hominy and salt. Bring to a boil then immediately reduce heat and simmer for 20 minutes. Add the chicken, simmer 10 minute more. Stir in cilantro.
3. Ladle into individual bowls and served garnished with the avocado slices and lime wedges.
**My Side Notes
-         I followed the directions pretty closely but made a couple of changes.
o       I did not use fresh tomatoes, since they aren’t good right now and expensive and I didn’t use the 4.5 ounce can of green chilies.. Instead I used one can of diced tomatoes and a half a can of diced tomatoes with chilies.
o       I used a small bag of frozen corn. A little more than two cups, but close.
o       I boiled two chicken breasts and then shredded it myself.

 (P.S. It's one month until my birthday.) 

I also have the calorie count for this recipe if anyone needs it. 
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Put Your Boots On

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1. I know every word to Billy Ray Cyrus’s songs “Achy Breaky Heart,” “Could’ve Been Me,” and “These Boots Are Made for Walkin.”

'Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart, I just don't think it'd understand...'

I'll stop.

2. It took me a month to save up my allowance to buy the Billy Ray Cyrus cassette tape. It's hard out there for a first grader.


3. I’m still working on learning how to triple two step. (No, I’m not watching videos to learn, I’m just sharing what I am trying to learn.)

A great song to triple two step to would be "Boot Scootin Boogie" by Brooks and Dunn in case you wanted to practice later.

4. Is it ironic that it rained in Arkansas for like a week straight and I never remembered to water my plants that were on my balcony?

5. Is ironic the right word for number 4? Yes? No? Oh well.


6. I can’t triple two step, but I have no problem doing the Wop. 

Can anyone here Wop better than me?

7. On Sunday, I am going to eat Oreos. And Doritos. And drink a entire Dr. Pepper.

8. If you ever get a spray tan, never open your mouth during the process. It tastes like old suntan lotion.

(2010 Group Picture)

 9. I’m going to Nashville again this year for the CMA Festival. I need to start cutting off jeans now for some jorts.

10. It’s almost summertime – welcome back Margaritas on the patio, Sweet Tea Vodka and Lemonade, Lake Days and suntans. I’ve missed you.
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Child of the 90’s.

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I’m in my 20’s – more like mid-20’s – more like I am almost 25. (From this you can probably figure out that right now I’m 24.)

However, a lot of my friends (work friends, Atlanta friends, cousins I am close with) are all about 6-8 years older. I am cool with this. They seem cool with this. The age doesn’t seem like a big gap until it comes to talk about growing up.
This is where the age difference sets in.

1. They, for the most part, remember when Kurt Cobain died in ‘94. I remember when I first heard “Come As You Are” by Nirvana in ‘96.  

2. All the girls in my class wanted to marry someone from N’Sync and we sang to Britney Spears. I’m afraid if I let the world know I still know all the words to Britney’s first album they might judge me. 

3. I’ve never watched The Simpsons. Or Seinfeld. I miss out on A LOT of jokes because of that sometimes. 

4. By the time I knew who Madonna was, she had already re-invented herself about three times.  



(I picked Saved by the Bell, because that's what I grew up watching.)

5.They actually got to wear the terrible 80’s and 90's fashions; I got to play the part on 80’s day in high school. 
    For the most part, I enjoy the differences. It makes for good laughs.
    Until someone starts to talk smack about my boy bands…then we have a problem.
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