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Best Cry EVER

The show Intervention on A&E usually catches me around 11:14 at night as I'm winding down and I end up watching it until midnight. And I am haunted by what I see all night long. It follows people in the midst of their addiction to some destructive behavior and their family members that are about to stage an intervention to recommend that they seek rehab. The show (like Hoarders) is completely riveting and amazing.

But this clip, oh wow.
I don't know how to say this, but it made me laugh really really hard.


Call me cold. Call me what you will.
But it looks like nearly 9 million other people clicked on this video and laughed too.

(Thanks Ben Johnson!)

Hungry Like the Wolf

Yesterday morning, I snatched back my shower curtain to, you know, take a shower and I screamed loud enough to wake the dead. Which; happily enough was still sleeping in my bed.
I found THIS
in my shower. I made Matt get up but told him not to kill it until I took a picture. The thing was as big as my palm. YUCK!
I just wish I could have used Clorox Cleanup around the drain before taking the picture, but I wasn't about to get near the spider. So don't judge me on the cleaniness or lack-there-of around my drain.

Last night, Sarah Spooner identified it as a Wolf Spider. Great.
The only good news to come from that discovery is from Wikipedia that tells me that Wolf Spiders travel in a "solitary style".

Shooey.

One more reason not to welcome the changing seasons.

Playlist Friday

I haven't felt much like running this week. We've all been exhausted with it being the week of the YL Banquet. But I did get out and run some.
Mostly because I am playing soccer this Fall and I can't look like a turd with shinguards on out there.

So this is the playlist of the week.
Enjoy!

Gimme Three Steps-Lynyrd Skynyrd
Chattahoochee-Alan Jackson
Once Bitten Twice Shy-Great White
Walking on Sunshine-Katrina and the Waves
Shake It-MetroStation
California Gurls-Katy Perry
Dynamite-Taio Cruz
Fire Starting-Sean Kingston
Bad Romance-Lady Gaga
Home-Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros
Kids-MGMT

Yep, that's me. Completely random but singing really really loud while running. And, in case you doubt me on this one. Just try to not run while listening to Chattahoochee by Alan Jackson.

That song has an awesome beat and it always makes think of how Robin Plemmon's changed the lyrics from "I will was willing but she wasn't ready" to "I was chilling and her name was Betty" so they could sing the song in YL club.

So, I settled for a cheesburger and grape snow cone; dropped her off early but didn't go home...

Oh man, it almost makes me want to go run RIGHT NOW.

Inspiration

If I lived in a place where my bike had to be on display all the time, I think this would be my choice.


It ain't cheap ($300), but it's some beautiful Walnut. From the Knife and Saw Blog.

It's Fun to Do Bad Things

And Be A HOOD RAT.

Please watch this.

I'm not going to lie, I have a fear every day that my kids are going to steal my car and do this same thing.

But I will probably do more than just take away video games for a weekend.

The Fountain of Life

We found it. The fountain of life resides in our fair city Asheville, NC.

It is called: Splashville.

You can't take your kids there all the time or it will lose the magic. But on a beautiful weekend, when friends are here and the Asheville Arts Council is throwing a fun event in downtown, it really shows off how amazing our city is.

Also, it wears the kids out beyond belief.

Anyone who tells you that this fountain and park wasn't worth every single penny is crazy.

This park is the showcase of our city and we passionately love it.

LOVE IT. Behold the beauty.

Lucy was working hard at giving herself a low-budget enema. Awesome.

These two will definitely be trouble at a later date.

So much sass in such little pants.

We are so not ready for summer to be over.

Stay Little Forever

Firstly, I need you to stay little forever.

Mostly because I don't think that I am going to be able to handle the amount of attitude that you are displaying in the above picture when you are 13-years old.

A 3-year old?

I can handle that. On most days.

Especially when she tells me that she had a "very special day" at school.

I knew that she had chapel that morning at preschool, so I was waiting to hear what she had to say.

She said,

"Mommy, we went..." with her eyes getting big as saucers, "into the Jesus Christ ROOM."

"We learned all about JESUS CHRIST."

Really? What did you learn?

"About the wind and the waves. And the ANIMALS!"

So was it Noah?

"Oh yeah. We learned all about NOAH!"

I swear. I am going to lock her in a room and not let her get any bigger at all.

It Has Begun

The day that I have been waiting for since I saw that little plus sign on stick came yesterday.

Our first soccer practice.

We've had a few practices around our house to get ready for the big day.

But yesterday, was the big day.

Germany and Brazil.

Here we come.

The swell of pride can hardly be contained.

I did my best to just stay on the sidelines. No coaching emerged out of my lips. Simple encouragement to stop cutting the grass, sitting on the ball and watching the planes take off from the airport. That's ALL.

Check out my ballers.

It's gonna be domination station.

Watch out YMCA league.

You will never be the same.

Chicken Curse

Tonight kicks off the college football season for the entire country. But really for the University of South Carolina it starts at 7pm when ESPN's Gameday lands at the footsteps of Williams-Brice Stadium.

For the last 100 years, no South Carolina athletic team has won a national championship UNTIL this past June when the baseball team won in Omaha.

I have to say, I believe this is due to my husband breaking the "Chicken Curse".

The most common legend concerning the origin of the Chicken Curse centers on Ben Tillman, a former South Carolina Senator and an instrumental figure in the establishment of Clemson University. Legend has it that after the South Carolina State Legislature made its initial effort to prevent Clemson's existence, Tillman slammed a pitchfork into the ground on campus at Carolina, declaring the University to be cursed. Whether the Cursewas then born or not is up for debate, but it seems to be a strange coincidence that the Gamecocks subsequently suffered through more than a century of futility.

But this will happen no longer. This summer we won our first National Championship because as we were leaving Frontier Ranch, Asher started to feel sick. My husband reacted immediately and snatched his beloved Gamecock hat off of his head and placed it in front of Asher's mouth. Asher promptly responded by barfing multiple times into the well-placed hat.

We had to throw away the sacrificed hat later on that trip while we shed a tear. It was all worth it.

Tonight starts a new season.

Also, women's soccer was ranked #12 in the pre-season.

I would be happy if either football or women's soccer was a grand success this season.

Just saying.