.An Angel At The IRS.

Just like everyother American, I HATE tax season. A few years ago, I worked for a lawyer who left the firm we were both working for and then I went to work for him. I thought this was great. I was the only one in the office, so no drama. I started to realize that said lawyer was shaddy!! His trust accounts were not kept balanced and he was paying himself out of clients retainers for work that was never completed. To make matters worse he would never return clients phone calls and dragged out cases for years that could have been setteled wihtin the first six months of him taking them on. At the time, I was more interested in parying than I was with my job so these things did not bother me. The fact that I was not getting taxes taken out of my check did not phase me either.

When I found out I was pregnant, I left this job and called the IRS and the NC State Bar on this attorney.  Needless to say, a few days later a W2 was dropped off at my house in the middle of the night by former boss. This dropoff was well after April 15. Me, knowing nothing about taxes, just went ahead and E-filed this W2 online. I fugured this was the right thing to do.

THREE YEARS LATER!!!!!! I file my taxes this year and I am waiting and waiting for my money to get here and it never does. Apparently, by me filing my tax return late, I got slammed with penalties and then they counted it for the next years taxes and it spiraled into a shit storm. So I called the IRS FREAKING OUT! My freak out was so bad that I got transferred to a "supervisor" by the name of Mary Carolyn and she calmed down. She explained how she too was a single mother (please note, I am not a REAL single mother but in the eyes of the IRS and the law, I am) and she understood my struggle and she promised she would call me every week to keep me updated on the progress of my taxes.

I have to say that I did not believe anythign she said. I figured it was a technique that they are taught to do to keep irrate callers from going off the deepend. BUT, Mary Carolyn has called me once a week since February to keep me updated on wehre my return is and what it is doing. And when my return was returned back to me for missing information she even gave me her personal fax number to fax her the missing forms so she could expedite my return so I could get my money ASAP!

This women has never met me, seen me or anythign but she has opened up and told me about her struggles and has helped me in every way she can. I appreciate her and her work so much. She has made me realize that not every person employed by the IRS is an asshole. I want her to know how much I honestly respect her and what she has done for me!

.Happy Birthday Quinn.

Happy Birthday Quinn!

So today was Quinn's 28th birthday! This morning I made a delicious breakfast of french toast, sausage and eggs! YUMMMMY!!! :) Unfortunately Quinn would not leave the office at all today because he was working on his dern website he has been making for the construction company. It is coming along great and looks amazing. Adobe Go Live! is the shiiiiitttt for those of you trying to create your own website ;).

I surprised Quinn with some alone time by dropping Silas off with my parents and taking him to see Transformers 2! Great movie! Way better than the first one and obviously there will be a third! Then we went to one of his favorite restaurants, Black Pelican, for a few beers and some dinner! We were going to let Silas stay the night at my parents but we decided to just go pick him up because we are obsessed with him and can not stand to be away from him. Haha! Overall Quinn had a great birthday and that's all that matters! :)

.A Day at the OB Hospital.

I have always heard people say that once you have a child that your body gets all out of wack and you can get crazy sicknesses and weird stuff like that but I never thought anything would happen to me.My

Thursday morning I woke up and I felt like I had been hit by a Mac truck! I only had a slight temperature (99.1) so I took some Tylenol cold and flu because not only did I have the fever but my neck and back hurt and I had a killer migraine. I mean I was walking around the house in sunglasses it was that bad. Throughout the day everything kept getting worse and worse and that night when I went to bed my temperature had gone up to 101.5. That night Quinn quarantined me to the bedroom while he and Silas slept in the living room. That night I got no sleep and every time I woke up I was laying in a puddle of sweat, it was gross!

Yesterday morning when I woke up my temperature was 103.5 so I rushed to Regional Medical and they gave me a bag of fluids and called an ambulance to come and get me and take me to the hospital because they thought it was my appendix.

While on the way to the hospital some dumb fuck from New Jersery or something pulled out in front of the ambulance causing the driver to slam on breaks. I nearly thought I was going to go flying out the back of the ambulance.

Upon arrival at the wonderful Outer Banks Hospital ER the nurses began taking my vitals and this bitch of a nurse decides it would be a great idea to take my blood pressure on the arm that has an IV in it. That hurt so bad I am surprised that I did not hit this woman. I think my doctor had a lot of fun yesterday because from the time I got there at around 10:30 AM and the time his shift ended at 6:30 PM he order me for 3 different Cat scans, a MRI and took tube upon tube of blood. When he left they still had no diagnosis for me and my temperature was still rollercoastering up and down and the doctor that took over for him was an idiot in my opinion. Not only did that doctor barely come in to check on me she diagnosed me with a bacterial infection of my small and large intestines. I have to go see a specialist in Elizabeth City next week to have him further investigate the infection. That's all well and good but I just do not see how that would cause the tremendous back and neck pains and the migraines that I was having.

Now I understood that I could not nurse Silas for 24 hours because of the contrast dye that used for the MRI and the Cat scans but then they gave me a prescription for 15 days of antibiotics and I can not nurse that whole time so now it is looking like I am going to have to use formula. I know that eventually I would have had to have stopped breastfeeding but I did not want it to be at such a young age. So needless to say I am pretty pissed off about that!

When Quinn went to go pick up Silas from his parents house this morning, his mom's friend had meningitis a long time ago and said that all my symptoms point to that and the only test that the doctor did not run was a Lumbar tap to test for meningitis. The doctor kept saying to my mom that if it was his daughter he would not do that test unless he really really thought that's what it was but frankly I think he should have because that is probably what I have but I guess we will see. This morning when I woke up and took my temperature it was 102.1 and I was very nauseous and dizzy but I took my antibiotics and my wonderful Vicodins and I must say that I do feel a lot better. My temperature is at 98.1 and I am able to walk around and clean and do laundry. Other than the fact that I am profusely sweating I am happy and I hope that the medicine they gave me works and I get better soon because I HATE being sick.

So keep me in your thoughts and prayers and keep checking back for an update on how I am doing! :)

.Hello World.

Hello world. I am Silas Jackson Andrus. I was born on April 18, 2009 at 8:42 AM. I weighed 6 lbs 14 oz and was 19 inches long.

What a cute name, you say!? Well, thank you. Would you like to know more about it? Ok, here we go.

Silas? Pronounced, Si-Lus. Where did my parents come up with that name? Well, my mom was looking through names and ran across this and after doing some research to see where it originated from decided this was a perfect, strong name for me! Silas is a biblical character who was thrown in jail with Peter in the book of Acts for preaching the word of God. Shortly after being in jail an earthquake shook the land and the jail crumbled to the ground. To the guards surprise neither man ran with the rest of the inmates and so the guard asked what he had to do to be saved and the two men simply told him to believe in God. The guard then the prisoners to his own house where he gave them clean clothes to wear and cleaned up their wounds from being beat and thrown into the jail. Paul and Silas were very brave men and so that is how I came to be named Silas. And my middle name, Jackson, is in honor of my Great-Great-Uncle Jack Scanlan who was recently awarded the POW Medal from WWII. Mom was not a big fan of the name "Jack" so she proposed the name "Jackson" and that was that.

Below is a video that my daddy made! Check it out and keep checkin back for posts about...me :)

.Nursery.

As I had stated a while back I was re-finishing the crib that Quinn's mom had bought us. Although the project was finished months ago, I am just now posting the pictures of our completed nursery. Check em out ;)

I took the crib and sanded it down and after many, many deliberations in colors and stains I opted to go with a high gloss black paint and it is beautiful :)

I also chose the cutest nursery set. It is a cute contemporary piece. The sheets are earth tone polka dots, the bumper is stripes in the same colors as the polka dots and the blankies have a cute monkey head on them. The changing pad cover for the changing table we have is also matching, it has the same color polka dots and a green terry cloth stripe. :)

I also painted a dresser and bookshelf that I had the high gloss black and I got these adorable green and cream colored baskets for the bookshelf shelves. It's pretty dern cute, if I do say so myself ;)

My favorite nursery item. He may only be a couple days old but this rocking chair is already a saving grace!

Though all the other furniture is black this changing table is the most important piece of furniture. This was Alex's (Quinn's cousin) changing table. We love that we were given this to add to our nursery!

.Baby Shower.

Saturday, March 28, 2009 was my baby shower and I must say that it was a great turn out. You see, I am a complete control freak and like things a certain way, which is normally my way or no way. I made a 5 page outline of how I wanted my baby shower to go. This included what food I wanted and from where, the games we would play and of course decorations. I gave this to my amazing best friend Stephanie who did a fabulous job translating my ideas into the real thing, with the help of my mom and sister and Quinn's mom.

First of all, I must be a little cocky and say that my invitations were the cutest thing this side of the Mississippi. I had the idea that I wanted to make them look like tickets to a UNC Basketball game since I was having my shower during March Madness. Quinn being the talented artist that he is took my idea and created an adorable invitation for me!

Thankfully, UNC did win on Friday night or else Saturday's party would have sucked just a little bit since all of my decorations were Carolina blue and white. Quinn's mom got me an adorable basketball themed diaper cake and of course the food was to die for.....YUMMMM! :)

After food and games it was the best time of all, present time!!!! Thanks to mine and Quinn's amazing families and friends we got everything we could have asked for and more! Quinn's aunt gave us Alex's changing table and a stuffed animal that was hers as well, which coincidentally is a monkey which matches the whole nursery theme. I can't wait till he gets old enough and we can explain the importance of his monkey stuffed animal to him.

So I guess now all there is left to do is wait around for lil' dude to make his debut.

.I Love Big Cats.

Ok, so ever since I can remember I have always wanted a BIG cat. I have this dream of one day owning a large piece of land and rescuing cubs and raising them to be released back into the wild or be put in a zoo or another kind of animal preservation program. I think that this would be the coolest thing in the world and I am not picky on the cat. I would take a lynx, jaguar, cheetah, tiger, lion....anything. I love them all. I know this is a far fetched dream, but hey you never know I could win the lottery or something ;).
Well a few months ago a friend forwarded me the link this video on youtube about a lion named Christian who was raised by two best friends in london during the 1960's and once he was to big for them to care for and was released into the wild and they went to go check up on him a year later, the lion remembered them!!! Now of course I bawled like a baby the first time I watched it.....ok, I lie, I still cry everytime I watch it. But today on the Today show they ran this story and had the two friends on the show promoting their new book about Christian and I lost it. I want this so bad and incase you have not seen the youtube video, here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DU6AjvibF50

and this one actually tells the story but the quality sucks:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDZaWgf_bk0&feature=related

.A True War Hero. Part II.

So as I had stated last week, Quinn traveled to Kentucky to go accept a POW Medal for his Great Uncle John V. Scanlan, a P-51 Mustang fighter who was shot down by enemy fire on June 23, 1945. After more than 60 years, last Friday, February 27, 2009 Quinn and his family were finally given the closure that they had been seeking all these years.

Below are some pictures from the ceremony as well as links to Louisville news broadcasts.

This is the actual POW Medal that Quinn received in KY
Here is Quinn's family and him outside St. Xavier High School. The high school that Jack Scanlan graduated from in 1939.

Quinn and his Great Uncle Bill (the sole surviving brother of Jack) and the Medal

This is Quinn and his Great Uncle Bill (the sole surviving brother of Jack) with family members and the General of the KY Air National Guard and the Medal!

This is Quinn's Great Uncle Bill Scanlan (Jack's sole surviving brother) receiving the POW Medal from the General of the KY Air National Guard

http://www.wlky.com/video/18812811/

News Broadcast

.Doggy Day Care.

So today I officially felt what I believe I am looking forward to by being a mommy. It all started by being woken up at the crack of dawn by Keller, who is still recovering from his surgery he went through yesterday. He is freaking out because Quinn's dad had brought over their new pit-bull puppy Daisy for me to watch today. Both dogs are precious little angels while Quinn and his dad are here at the house but as soon as they leave, the dogs start playing and going nuts. Which is cool because I figure they will play and tire themselves out and sleep all day. Oh no, so wrong.

First, I am trying to get ready to go to the doctors this morning and I am tripping over two dogs playing and dog toys that have been dropped in various places throughout my house. Daisy then jumps up on our bed and waits for Keller to walk by and jumps on his back. I think this is cute so I let her keep doing it while I am straightening my hair, but as I go to make my bed before I leave the house I notice that little miss Daisy peed on my bed!!! So, I am already running late but I have to strip by bed down and take the sheets downstairs to wash them. Strike One.

After returning from the doctors, the dogs once again go nuts and play obnoxiously while I am trying to get some work done for the brochure businesses in the office. All of a sudden I smell shit. I searched the whole house and can not find the source of this stomach curdling smell. About 20 min later in the corner of the hall way by the front door I spot it. A little pile of poop, which of course comes from Daisy cause Keller could never have something that small come out of him. So I discipline her and go on trying to watch Marley and Me. Every time a dog barks or makes noises on the TV Keller barks or whines back, which is normally cute but today just is not the day. I feel like hell due to the on going morning sickness that I still experience 7 months into this dern pregnancy. Strike Two.

I start feeling better and know that if I get up and start cleaning I will feel 100% better. I don't know why I love to clean but I do. So, I get through the kitchen and one bathroom and I am on the second bathroom when I hear what sounds like a dam breaking loose in the hallway. As I come around the corner its Keller going to the bathroom. He unloaded what looked like a gallon of piss. Strike Three.

This is it, and I crack. I understand he is healing from surgery but this dog knows better then to pee in my house. I guess he did it to get back at Daisy for doing it. I don't know, dogs have weird minds. No sooner do I get that somewhat cleaned up but then Daisy pees right next to that spot. Now my normally fresh clean smelling house reeks of shit and piss. Needless to say, I had to run up to the store to go get some carpet cleaning stuff to get the god awful smell up.

So for now the house is back to normal but I am just waiting for one of these two dogs to do something else wrong, but while at the store I got them each a nice treat which seems to be keeping them occupied quite well. Good thinking;). All this makes me wonder how people can juggle twins, triplets, etc. Because after just one day with a puppy and a 2 year old dog, I have had enough so I can only imagine what a human is going to be like.....oh the joys to look forward to! ;)

.Vampire Love.

Ok so I have jumped on the Twilight bandwagon and I must say its not as bad as I thought it was. I mean, yes, there are corny parts of the books when they get way to lovey dovey cause lets face it, no one and I do mean, NO ONE is THAT in love. I am currently halfway through the third book (there are four in all for those of you who do not know) and my crazy hormones are starting to flare up.

Now, let me backtrack first. When one is pregnant, one can expect to have crazy dreams due to the abnormal hormonal balance one is experiencing, but my dreams have gone to a whole 'nother level. I have had dreams about killing people, people killing me, traveling, and other weird stuff and most of the time my dreams take place in Manteo High School. I do not know why I continue to dream that I am still in high school, but I do. Of course this is not really a problem for me because I absolutely LOVED high school and had the time of my life and if I could go back and do it again, I totally would.

Ever since I have started reading these books, I keep having dreams about Edward (who, by the way is the main character in the books). These dreams are so weird because we are in MHS walking around and playing out the scenes in the books. Not that I am complaining because quite frankly these dreams are more entertaining then waking up in a sweat because I just dreamt I killed 5 people but still the same they are really weird. All I have to say is I am really glad I did not start reading a political book or something because who knows what kind of nightmares could come from that ;).

P.S. If you have not read this series yet, I would strongly suggest it. They are highly addictive books, so read at your own risk ;)

.Lil' Miss Do-It-Yourself'er.

So I totally love doing little projects around the house whether it be decorating or painting or whatever I can do. One day when I have my own house I can promise that it will be decorated to a T, till now I take what I can get.

Let me tell you the back story on my current project. A couple months back Quinn's mom found a good deal on a wooden crib and just went a head and bought it. Now, it's not exactly what I was picturing for my nursery but I was totally thankful for the gesture. I mean, having a kid and getting everything set up for the arrival is pretty dern expensive, FYI. So the more help the better.

Once we got it home I realized that this would be a fun and easy re-finishing project. I am proud to say that I am starting on the sanding and will soon be making my way to the painting and assembling of my kick ass new crib. I have gone through many ideas and think I have finally decided what I am going to do with it and how I will be decorating my nursery. Unfortunately, our house has wood paneling in the bedrooms which I can not stand so painting the walls is out of the picture. But you keep looking for updates and once I have the crib completely finished, I will be posting!!!

PS: Any decorating ideas you may have, throw 'em at me. I'm open to all ideas ;)

.25 Random Facts.

In lieu of me getting this bad boy up and running again, I figured that I would do one of these fun little blog posts titled 25 random things you did not know about me. Pretty much its just to kill time because I am procrastinating doing any work ;). Enjoy!

1. I am not originally from the Outer Banks. I am originally from Chesapeake but had a cottage in corova my whole life and then moved here in middle school.

2. I grew up with purebred Chow-Chow's, who for some reason have a bad rap as being vicious dogs but its all in how you raise them.

3. I attempted to go to college in Wilmington, NC where I must say I have some of the best memories of living with two of my best friends, BUT I had a little too much fun and moved home shortly after my arrival.

4. I have a serious obsession with Pepsi. Some people drink coffee every morning, I drink a Pepsi.

5. I wish that we would have gotten a Krispie Kreme instead of a Dunkin Donuts on the Outer Banks simply because they have way better donuts and I could eat Krispie Kreme donuts all day long.

6. I was never really sure that I wanted to have kids and then found out I was having one and I have yet to even have the child and people are already trying to plan baby number two!!! You must be out of your mind if you think I want to do this again anytime soon.

7. My whole life I have had a fear of horses. It's not like I have not tried to conquer it either. Every year at camp I looked forward to horse back riding but for some reason the horses just don't want me on them. I have been bucked off and time and time again I get the horse that wants to haul ass as soon as I get situated. Needless to say I just stick to feeding and petting them for now.

8. I started out being a straight liquor girl (Bacardi 151, all the way) and now I can barely stand the sight of hard liquor. It's beer all the way baby and you have no idea how badly I am craving a Heineken.

9. I swear I have a touch of OCD. I have to make the bed every morning, or it bugs the crap out of me all day. I clean every single day and everything has to be in its spot. If you knew my boyfriend and how messy he is you would understand how bad my OCD can get ;).

10. I love love love junk food and I must say that during my pregnancy I have controlled myself unbelievably. Healthy snacks all the way. Fruit and granola instead of ice cream and cookies. It's been hard but in the end it will be worth not having a bunch of weight to lose.

11. I pretty much hate myspace. Facebook is the way to go.

12. I can not stand how people let their cars get messy. It makes your car smell funky and once it gets too messy its impossible to get it back to being clean. I hate riding in cluttered, dirty cars. My car is always clean and I refuse to have it look like I live out of my car.

13. I am a closet penny pincher. I clip coupons like crazy and shop for sale items like its my job. You might think its funny but whats really funny is you spend more money on the same items I buy for half off ;).

14. I kickass at Sudoku and I am not ashamed of my nerdy gaming obsession. You see me knock out the Samurai Sudoku in the Washington Post every Sunday. Yeah that's right, be jealous ;).

15. I have a blind dog named Keller who is quite amazing at fetch. Yes, that's right, fetch.

16. I love milk. I go though almost a gallon a day.

17. I have a shopping problem. I have clothes in closet that I still have yet to ever wear. I just buy, buy, buy which I guess at this point is kinda dumb seeing as I can not fit into ANYTHING but I am obsessed with having cute clothes.

18. I am quite the BITCH if pushed to the point where it is necessary to show that side. I have no problem speaking my mind or whoppin' some ass ;).

19. I have an obsession with being tan. I can not be pale, if I start getting pasty I gross myself out and head straight to the tanning bed. I think everyone should be tan because it makes you look alot better when you are tan.

20. I hate the cold weather. I live at the beach for a reason, so when it drops below freezing I become miserable. Summer please hurry!!!

21. I have never broken a bone, had stitches or had to stay the night in a hospital. Needless to say I am not looking forward to the birthing process at all.

22. I maybe a brunette but man do I have some blond moments and when I do it is quite entertaining.

23. I am the nerdy one in my group of friends. They love to pick on me but its OK, I don't mind.

24. As hard as it is to believe, I really miss High School. I don't know about you, but I had a blast in High School and if I could do it again, I would.

25. If I had to pick one thing I detest the most about being pregnant, it would have to be these crazy, wacky dreams I have....no, no wait, these are not dreams they are full blown nightmares that cause to wake up with my heart racing and make it very hard to fall back asleep.

Now you know 25 Random Facts About Me, your turn!!

Congratulations.

Just want to give a congratulations shout out to one of my best friends, Charly and her boyfriend Ben on their baby fetus (In ten more weeks I will stop calling it fetus and start calling it whatever it is).

Ya'll will be great parents!

Love you! xoxox

Birthdays and Fights.

Ok so yes I am that ghetto that I steal my Internet from my neighbors, thus that explains the lack of entries lately. I finally got some signal and decided to give a howdy doody to my Internet friends. I have been so busy lately, you just don't even know. I feel like I never have a day off. Thankfully though I had off this past weekend to help my friend Ashley celebrate her 21st birthday. Wow, what an experience.

Saturday night we went out to Port o' Call and Chillis at midnight and on Sunday, her actual birthday, she had a nice little cook out shin dig at her parents house and then we proceeded to hit the bars up later. Well as we were drinking at her parents it dawned us that it was sunday and thus it was Rock and Bowl night so we got real stoked and headed there after Lucky 12. Let me just say that I have never been to Rock and Bowl and I had a BLAST. It was a giant Manteo High School reunion but it was OK because it was only people that I wanted to see.
But if I'm writing about it, then we call all conclude that it probably was bir all peaches-n-cream that night. At Lucky 12 my friend John and his fiance Maddy were there with some friends, we casually chatted and I said my goodbyes as I went out to get my car and bring it around front so everyone could get in but as I rounded the side of the building to reach the front all I see is a mobb of people being shoved out the door. Apparently some of the people I was with had beef with John and Maddy. Thinking it was all over and done with, we headed to the Bowling Alley. After being there for 20-30 min. in walks John and Maddy with their friends. Ok, whatever. They were at the other end of the place but every time they came anywhere near the people I was with my people proceeded to keep egging it on and talking shit. (Now when I say "my people" it is only for the purpose of the story, they really are not my people). You see, John's fiance is the manager of a local surf shop and a girl that was with us for Ashley's birthday apparently stole about $700 worth of stuff and for her jobs sake Maddy had to prosecute. To make an exteremly long story short a huge fight broke out and of course the wonderful cop force of the OBX show up and arrest people. My loud ass mouth almost got in trouble to for my infamous "Fuck the Police" remark. (Big shout out to Nags Head P.D.....I mean the wanna be NYPD). Opps, my bad. Haha ;). Well anyways everyone I was with got kicked out except for those of us that mingled and hid into the crowds so we didn't have to leave. It was a fun night but I must say that I was terribly embarrassed to be seen with the people involved or to claim that I knew them the rest of the night.

I tell you that story to tell you this. If you so choose to steal, do it a little less obviously. Do not take things from your work and then wear it to work where they will realize that you didn't buy it and how are you wearing it. Overall it was quite an experience I so choose not to go through again.

Look Who's 21

So wow its been a hot minute since I have last written but I have my reasons of course. Last Sunday, July 27, was my birthday. Oh yeah, the big two-one. Not that it really made a difference, turing 21. I have been going to the bars down here since I was in high school and I can buy beer at every gas station without being carded so the whole turning 21 thing was not THAT exciting.

Me and the ladies laid out at Stephanie's house all day and then parted ways to get pretty with intention of meeting at my house at 7 but right as I was waiting on everyone to get here a limo pulls up to take us all out courtesy of my sister. It was nice :). Any who, went to Ocean Blvd. first, of course. I had a nice tini and some yummy cake. It was so much fun, the whole restaurant was singing to me when they lit the candles and brought my cake out. From there we took my parents home who came out with me for one drink and then headed to Lucky 12 which was a fun time. Now you have to understand that for some odd reason the whole Outer Banks was completely dead on my birthday so every bar really was just a "fun time" cause no one was out. By the time we got to chilli's I was feeling mighty nice and thought it would be bad ass to order a Tangerine Dream (the bartender's, Carter, signature drink for me) and right as I was enjoying that the boys from my work came out. This kid ordered me some blue shot that I have no decided was "the straw that broke the camels back." I could not even finish that shot it was so gross and that right there is pretty much the last thing I remember and then Quinn said he found me outside, beside Chilli peppers on the ground!!!! Which we would be fine minus the fact that I was wearing white jeans (which by the way were later washed with no luck of getting grass stains out, so if anyone knows some strange method of getting grass stains out of white pants, let me know). So he put me in the limo and we headed home but Stephanie's husband, Matt, was already in the limo passed out drunk and I have now been told that the two of us passed out foot-to-head and I have seen these pictures and let me let you know that two drunk people passed out on top of each other is really funny (will post later when I get them off Stephanie's camera).

Apparently, I told everyone at Chilli Pepper's to come to my house and text pretty much my whole phone because by the time we got from Chilli Peppers to our house which is pretty much across the street, people just started flocking to our house. Meanwhile, I am passed out in my bedroom trying to throw up and i NEVER did and all of a sudden after 30 minutes being out of commission, I sat up and was ready to go for round 2. When I came out of my bedroom into the living room there were like 20 people in my tini ass house, and I could not tell you who was even there. For the last week I have randomly run into people all over the beach who said that they were at some point in time on my birthday at my house.....so if you were there sorry I don't remember. HAHA!

Overall it was a very long but very fun 21st birthday. I still have not gone to the liquor store yet so I guess I may want to get on that. To check out pictures from the big day, click here :)

Anniversary.Memories.Birthdays.

This morning I began to pack up a few things for my vacation next week and came across Keller's paperwork in my filing cabinet. I have now had my lil blind dog for a year!! AWW, YAY! Which then also reminded me that tomorrow is Quinn's birthday and I have given him choices, do you want clothes?, do you want to wait and get something in Maine? do you want another Ipod(cause his got stolen when our cars got broken into)? And I still haven't gotten an answer so I don't know what to do. I am thinking I will take him out to dinner somewhere nice and then probably get some of his friends together and go to Chilli's or something since we have to pack and be out there door and ready to go on Sunday! I can not wait to go to Maine and this year we will be up there for July 4th which is one of my favorite holidays and it will also be me and Quinker's 2 year anniversary. Oh wow! Look at us go, a whole 2 years. Haha. I don't know how he has put up with me for this long ;).

But, also as I began to pack I looked up at the end table in the living room and saw the picture of Alex that we have in a pretty silver frame and my mood quickly changed. Last year packing for Maine was a blast and I couldn't wait to get there, more importantly I couldn't wait to get there and go to Freeport with Caitlin and Alex and get my shop on. For the first two days we were in Maine last year, we (the three of us) shopped till we dropped till Alex had to leave. It was so much and was such a good bonding moment spent with endless girl talk and Starbucks coffee. Of course there were other fun times like actually playing in the lake and going to the local fire department for their "chicken bbq" that was NOT bbq (damn yanks mess up everything!!! hahahah).

With all these memories flooding back to me I couldn't help but be saddened by remembering that this year Maine will still be fun and Alex will definitely be there in spirit, but it is not going to be the same. Everywhere we look we will be reminded of her and the memories that were made at the Lake with her every summer. I am especially saddened for Caitlin and her family (Jane, George and Zeke) because I know that this trip will be especially hard on them because we are going to be doing a sort of "memorial service" for Alex where we will be spreading her ashes at her favorite place, the Lake. So please keep the Andrus/Hartner family in your thoughts and prayers this week as we all say our final goodbyes to Alex :(.

But don't get too sad, ya'll. Alex is going to be there with us and she would want us to have fun and fun we will have. Every laugh, every smile and every "remember when..." story will be with her in our memory. Keep looking for updated posts with pictures and stories of our adventures in Maine (yay, the house we are staying at this year has cable and internet, SCORE!).

Let's Not Get GHETTO

Yesterday when I woke up I thought it was going to be a shitty day so I packed up and headed in to town, aka Virginia, to do a little shopping. Let me just tell you how nice it was to finally have a day off and have it all to myself. It was amazing!

Once I got to Currituck I was craving a slushie from Sonic. Bad idea. Every idiot tourist appeared to have stopped there on their way out of town but I was determined. I went through the drive-thru and waited for 10 min for someone to say something. No one said anything. Now as you can imagine, I am sitting there going "Hello, Hello." All I wanted was a damn slushie. Pissed off I went on my way to Virginia.

If you know me at all, you know that I am the biggest bargain shopper. So first thing I did was stop at the WaWa at the border and got gas for a whopping $3.33/gallon. I was so stoked. Since we really don't have any good bargain shopping places to shop on this beach, my first stop was the strip of Marshalls, TJ Maxx, and Ross. They are the most ghetto stores ever but damn if I did not find some hottie tottie stuff. At my last stop (Ross - the most ghetto of all) they had one line open and the customer service, which was open for exchanges. Everyone was waiting in line at checkout number 2, when a lady came and opened checkout number 1. This older lady, who I predict was most likely in her 30's, rushed over from the customer service line to number 1. Everyone in front and back of me starts whispering and talking shit about her, "like on no she didn't". Then to everyones surprise that lady working that register looks up at the girl in front of me and tells her to come over to her line. The lady from customer service flips out and says she has been waiting in line over there and that she wants to checkout (now, as I was walking to get into line, this lady passed me and got into the customer service line, so even her story was bullshit). The lady at checkout 1, in her most ghetto tone, tells her that we, at checkout 2, have been waiting too and that she has to take whoever is next in line.

Everyone in line watches as this 30-some-year-old lady throws her handful of clothes on the floor and storms out muttering God knows what under her breath. Everyone in line just stops and looks around like did she really just do that. I could not believe someone would be so ridiculous. I just wanted to walk up to her and tell her "Let's not get ghetto," I mean if she would have just waited, instead of throwing a temper-tantrum, the line moved very fast.

Then it was off to Target to get stuff for home and of course to check out all their cute clothes and accessories. By the end of the day my adventure to Virginia was interesting and successful :).

Hypocrites = OBX!

What is wrong with people on this beach? You have these of people who look down their white trash noses at people for doing doing Cocaine but given a few years those same people are out there snorting shit up their own white trash noses. I just think it is kind of funny, don't you. It's Amy Winehouse saying "I don't want to go to rehab, no, no no" and then a couple months later that where she is. And then there are those are this beach that proclaim to be your friend, but as soon as you turn your back and see a chance to fuck you over, they sure as hell slam that knife into your back and twist it. But, if you are going to proclaim yourself a "good girl" or a "good friend" then why don't you stick with that. Don't waste someones time and energy into a friendship only to fuck them over in the end.

Let me go on and fill you in that I have, on more than one occasion, had a "friend" sleep with my boyfriend behind my back and/or steal my boyfriend/sleep-over buddy right from underneath me. Girls on this beach are shystee.
In High School there were these girls, and they know who they are, who were friends with a friend of mine and boy did they love to run their mouth all up and down this island about me. Now looking back, I am pretty sure they must have been jealous of how much fun I was having because now they have their white trash noses all up in the cocaine train. How pathetic that they felt so, I don't know, maybe JEALOUS of the good time me and my friends were having back in the day that they had to attempt to sabotage my reputation only to turn around and do the same exact thing a couple years later. I mean, if you wanted to join in the fun back in the day, all you had to do was ask ;)

The other annoying point is the immaturity people have with relationships these days. Yes, a friend of yours has no business going near a guy you have been with without being sitting their "friend" down and being straight up about the situation. When you go behind a friends back and lie about things it just makes it so much worse.It is just a respect thing. I mean I have had two of my "friends" think that it is ok to date/hook-up with my boyfriend and/or fuck buddy. I would not have given my consent but I would have appreciated the common courtesy of asking what I thought about the situation instead of having shit go on behind my back. Seems more and more people on this beach are going for their friends either boyfriends or ex-boyfriends and I mean, I know it is a small beach and all but common courtesy goes a long way, FYI!

But that's their problem, you as the "injured party" need to be the bigger person and just let it go. When you let the new couple see that you don't give two shits that they are together things got a lot smoother. But, when you give them the satisfaction of egging on a feud, you are just letting them win. It is time that people grow up and let shit go. Life is too short to be feuding over an ex and a piece of shit friend that you are better off without. (But also the female party of the new couple also needs to let shit go too if you are going to, it has to go both ways. You can't be flicking each other off and starting

Speaking of common courtesy, that means squashing the beef once you have decided to go so low as to not finding your own significant other, but rather just jackin me from your friends leftover bin. It is not your friends fault that you can not get someone on your own, you do not have to be so low as to flick them off when you see them on the road or starting myspace/facebook/text messaging wars.It is time to grow up people. Life is way to short to be hatin' so much.

Take for exampe the whole me and heather thing. When she first started openly dating Chris I not only wanted to slit her tires, but her throat. I held that grudge for years till I finally realized, what the hell is the point? I'm happy, and if she is really happy with crazy Chris, then good for her dude. All Is Dropped.

I hope those who read this will just learn to let shit go, its good for the soul man. Less stress equals less wrinkles and breakouts and grey hairs. Think about it ladies.
Peace out. :)