Old times, great oldies

Oh help me...sudden burst of nostalgia...and I'll regret it tomorrow...

Me at Christmas one year...look at my handsome Papaw in the background...

I had bling-bling before bling-bling was cool... I kinda look like the Abominable snowman with the whole teeth thing...

Poke fun - you know you want the feathered hair, red pants and airbrushed "Tater" sweatshirt...and the cat named Fish...be jealous.

"My milkshake brings all the boys to beach" - this was a little pre-beach fashion show on the front porch of my grandparent's house. I kinda want a bathing suit like that NOW.

BED TIME BEFORE I START PUTTING MORE UP HERE...egh.

I drove this...

Just call me Tae the Builder or Handy Tater...haaaa. Stressful, but let me tell ya, it's much easier driving a forklift after trying to maneuver this around the warehouse.

Pictures

Picture of the Knoxville skyline after the UT vs. LA Layfayette game in 07. Rediscovered this weekend so I figured I would share...

ARGH. No, I'm not a pirate

My stomach is in a state of HORRIBLE. I would love to blame it on the popcorn from the Astros game last night; but I don't know for sure what started this so I'll refrain from creating a popcorn scare.

It has been singing to me since about 1:45 this A.M. Sometimes it screams like a heavy metal song, sometimes it croons like an old country song. Depends on it's mood.

However, it continuously hurts. It doubles me over. I can't stand up straight. I can't really walk - it hurts to be upright.

It feels like there is a small leprechaun in my tummy with steel football spikes on the bottoms of his shoes, with a pitchfork and probably some killer hair with gel in it. You know, the super frozen hair-dos done up in spikes that look like they could stab you in the eye and cause you to be blind for the rest of your life? Yeah. Joy.

Update on my unclaimed love...

He failed me. He didn't show up tonight. And I miss JMH, really really bad.

I found him!

There comes a time in one's life when one realizes they have found their soul mate.

I have found that time.

Working in the Greeneville Astro's concession stand last night, I looked up and BAM! There he was strolling along in his stunna shades with his friends, drinking a frosty cup of beer. This guy looked just like Chad Michael Murray. From those who don't know who that is...Google him.

His hair, his face, his body...mmmm. Definitely a likeness there. And he had on a UNC Charlotte shirt. Hellloooo, One Tree Hill is shot in Wilmington, NC.

So I stalked him...from my station at the cash register...because I couldn't leave. Until Randy came and saved me, you better believe I hightailed it out of there and forced him to be my stalking partner/wingman/whatever. All I know is that I had my chance to stare at him without looking like an idiot. It was wonderful. wait. Can you stare at someone without looking like an idiot? Let me know on that, I'm curious for answers.

Anyway, I had to go back into the fiery pits of Hades that is the concession stand in the middle of the summer. I was waiting on this indecisive family of little shits when he got in my line...MY LINE. I tried every way in the world to get the impossible family from hell out of the way, while still smiling and trying not to drool. It's tough believe me. But after waiting for what seemed an eternity and then having a line next to me open up, I can't say I blamed him for jumping lines. Yeah. He got his stuff and left while I am still trying to push hot dogs, hamburgers, pizza, ANYTHING on this family. Grrrr.

Keep in mind last night that I was the only female in the booth. I was working with a bunch of married men. They could care less about the future marriage and family of me and this unknown person. Ben didn't even bother to get the guy's name. Or his age. Or his number. Or a slightly unrehearsed proposal of marriage for me.

Heartbroken.

I know I'm not going crazy though because as he was walking off with his newly accquired food items, I pushed a guy out of the way and motioned for two teenage girls that I just knew had to know who C.M.M. was. "Do you girls know who Chad Michael Murray is?" Blank stares. "One Tree Hill?" Finally I get a light bulb..."Oohhh yeah!" "Ok, ok. Tell me that guy right there in the gray shirt doesn't look like him." I'm fidgety. "OHHHH YEAH HE DOES....WOWOWWW!" I about jumped across the barrier to beat her loud mouth - inside voices was the least she could have done to keep from humiliating me. "HA! I knew it! Now get back in line."

I never did get the chance to talk to him. Fate wouldn't allow it. And the Astros lost. And I followed him out of the parking lot - swear that was a coincedence. Swear it. I was pulling out and just so happened to pull two cars behind him...and follow him to the red light...where I almost turned right and followed him to his hotel (cause the tag was NC). But I decided that was a little much, even for me, and turned left heading for home.

There is still hope that tonight he will show up again because he couldn't stop thinking about the girl in the concession stand....and it just so happens I am there again tonight. Joy!

Dating

Apparently - I am dating someone. Don't get me wrong - I adore this guy. I am more than thrilled to be dating him; actually makes me smile just thinking about it. However...

I had no clue.

I might have suspected since he drove the five hours to come see me one weekend under the pretense of going to an engagement party with me. Or that he rearranged his entire family vacation plans to come and spend most of the week with me at the beach...but...there was no clarification at all.

Everyone has asked me if we are dating, I said I was unsure as to what our status was. There was no DTR Talk (Define The Relationship) so, me being the mature 26 year old that I am...asked one of our mutual friends to find out for me. That way I don't look like a complete idiot. Right? Go with me here.

I have heard NOTHING all day about this since I put her to task - but trust me I was going to ask her tomorrow about it via IM at work. No worries though. In between the texts of, move up here so that you won't get robbed by goons in Hville again - I get "So did Jen ask you about us?"

I responded with, "Yeah she did. Told her I didn't know. I am assuming she said something to you?" (as if I didn't know. I am so smooth sometimes it's astounding, muahhauahauah)

His answer: "Told her I thought we were before the party." Me: "Well that's good to know."

So as of 10:13 pm tonight, I now know that I am dating someone. Everyone can relax now. I know where I stand. ...I think.