Halloween Party 2010

Well, here it is, early, early in the morning on October 17th and I am up writing about the events of October 16th. I have too. It was the Halloween Party!!!

I am worn out. Soooooo tired. Probably gonna be sick. But it was all worth it.

First, I want to take a moment to thank everyone who helped out. I can NOT do it without you all. It is a complete group effort. Kudos to everyone that came by, dressed up, brought their kids, brought some food and drinks and loads of candy. Thank you, Thank you, THANK YOU!!! I can not say that enough.

Today, before the party, was spent decorating, doing last minute supply runs, and getting my costume together. I wanted to be a zombie clown (to pay homage to "Zombieland"...plus, clowns just creep me out), but I couldn't find my clown outfit. :-( So I used a zombie outfit from a couple of years ago. Plus, it had been in storage and mice had chewed holes in it, which was great, because that just added to the zombie effect. lol.

By the time 6 p.m. rolled around, I was already tired, but I trudged onward and upward. When the partygoers were heading home around 9 p.m. I was ready to rest my aching feet and back.

The thing that always bothers me about the party is that I don't get to spend a lot of time socializing. I hope people understand that I'm not being a rude hostess, its just that my primary focus is on the kids. Six years ago (that's right, this is party number six) this party started as a smallish gathering of family and friends and was catered primarily to the children. Over the years, it has grown and grown. Tonight, there were people there that I had never met before and still do not know their names or even how they heard about the party. That's a good thing, I think. It means the party is sooooo good, that word is spreading rapidly. Everyone wants to come hang out on the old Homeplace for our little get-together.

Still...I wish I had time to visit with everyone. I feel like I only caught some people in passing. It makes me feel guilty. At the same time though, when the night comes to a close and I have kids (some of which I've never seen before) coming up to me and telling me "This was the best time ever!", "Can we do more stuff?!", "That was the scariest corn maze ever!" and "Can I come next year?", then it makes me feel like I've accomplished a lot. :-)

This year was the biggest party yet. We ran out of daylight hours, which I did not expect to happen. I started the party at six because I THOUGHT there would be plenty of time to do everything. I just didn't expect the crowd we had! So rather than play a lot of games (something we usually do), we only managed to play a few and the pinata was actually played after dark, which kinda stinks, because you can't really see all the candy. Plus I mighta overstuffed the pinata a bit and it fell pretty quickly. Still, as long as kids get candy I am sure they are pleased. :-)

Anyway, thanks to all those that could make it. Thanks to all those that helped out in any way at all. And especially, thanks to all the kids that came. It really is the children that always make it such a success. :-)

Fall Break 2010

This has been an interesting fall break from EKU. Let me fill you in on the various adventures I've had this year.

Friday: Well...yeah. We'll leave that one alone. We'll just say that I had a good time with my friends and family. Look forward to doing it again. Hopefully this time I won't catch Kayla germs in the process.

Saturday: Took Kayla to various places in Richmond to hunt for her keys (don't worry, she found them later) because she lost them Friday night. Felt like poop most of the day. No, not hung over. Just sickly. Again, I blame this on Kayla germs.

Once I made it home, I turned right around and headed down to Nashville to the Grand Ole Opry with my Dad. Saw three drag queens in a gas station bathroom. That was fun. :-) Saw Dolly at the Opry and she sang my favorite song. A song that reminds me of my family and our heritage. A song that reminds me to look at what is in the hearts of people and not their possessions. A song that will eventually end up being an inspiration for a new tattoo. I've always wanted "One is only poor only if they choose to be" tattooed on my arm. And no, I'm not talking actual poverty and economics. When I get the tattoo I will blog about what that lyric means to me.

Dad was not impressed with Nashvegas. Too many people. Too much traffic. But he said he was glad he went and I  know he thoroughly  enjoyed some of the performances, including Dolly's. We are big Dolly Parton fans in my family.

Sunday: Took my cats to the apartment. They traveled well, all things considered and seemed to like the apartment life quite well. Especially Emmie, whom I have always said was a "city kitty" anyway. I left them up there with intentions of going back Sunday night, but I discovered once I got back to Jackson County that my car was trying to run a little hot. I didn't want to risk the extra trip back to Richmond. So I didn't go back last night. I am going back tonight. I'm sure the cat children will be happy to see their mother.

Monday: This is technically my last day of fall break. I'm back to work tomorrow even if Eastern's students aren't back at school. Today I have done homework, packed stuff to move, and spent as much time outside as I can. I didn't get my car in to the mechanic like I had hoped, but I think it will be okay until Friday morning. I just need to play around under the hood myself to hold off a "vet" visit as long as I can (I call everything the vet these days, doctors, mechanics, etc.).

I didn't get to go to classes today due to being stuck in JC with a bum vehicle. I'm not attempting to drive to Lexington if my car is gonna overheat. And I've been sickly all day and bummed out (over various personal things). So Monday has sucked. As Monday sometimes does.

Anyway, that's my fall break. Hope all ya'll that have had or are currently on fall break are enjoying yourselves. Peace homies!

Free to Be You & Me

Today is National Coming Out Day and although I am not personally coming out, I wanted to take a minute to give a shout out to those that are or have in the past.

Attached to this blog is a link to the Wiki gods definition of what this day is and how it all started. I urge all ya'll to look into it further on your own time.

I am a Christian but I have never understood the Christian aversion to all things homosexual, bisexual, transgender, or the like. Mostly this is due to the fact Jesus Christ himself said that our most important commandment (other than loving God of course) was to love one another. Let's think about that a minute, shall we?

Love

One

Another

If every person in the world could love every other person, even just a tiny bit, then think about how great the world could be. I dislike a lot of people, but I love them just enough to let them be free to be who they are, even if I don't necessarily agree with their choices. My theory is, as long as you aren't hurting anyone else, then be who you want to be. Gay people aren't hurting anyone else. They are just people, living their lives, and loving those around them.

I've been told I'm too open minded. That I accept people too easily for who they are. Maybe that's true. It could be why I get my feelings hurt so easily or my heartbroken so much. But I don't intend to change who I am. The disappointment I get from time to time is just par for the course. My cousin Betty told me the other day, "I don't know how you do it. I don't know how you are able to make everyone around you feel so loved."

Its simple. Because Jesus told me too.

So, for National Coming Out Day, I want to say congratulations to those that have come out or are coming out. You have my support and solidarity. For those that are still struggling, be brave and stay strong. Things will work out for the best in the end, of that I am certain. For those of you that don't agree with the "homosexual lifestyle" (whatever you classify that to mean), then fine, believe however you want, but just remember that your words and actions affect people you may not even realize and that maybe, just maybe (okay, well...more than likely) someone you love is gay.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Coming_Out_Day

My Top 5 Reasons Ashlee is The Sh*t

I felt the need this morning to post another family blog. I've decided to make this one about my Cousin Ashlee.

I remember the day Ashlee was brought home from the hospital. I was four or five at the time...I can't remember which, but I do remember a little tiny baby snuggled up in blankets and laying in a wooden bassinet with her name on it. As time went on, Ashlee became one of my little family playmates. She was one of the original two that started calling me "Apie" as a matter of fact.

I used to go over to her Grandparents' house and we would play with her dolls or under the trees for hours and hours. We used to make some splendid mud pies together and I'm fairly certain I talked her into eating a few of them before the day was out. We also used to fight over who got to pick the Willow tree as her clubhouse and who had to stick with the pine tree. Little twirp always got the Willow tree. I'm still holding a grudge over that one.

Years have come and gone since then and for awhile Ashlee lived "a fur piece" (as we say back home) from me and I didn't get to see her that much, but she soon moved back down to Nunn Road where she belonged all along. Still...by that time I was off doing teenager things and then adult things and she was still working her way through the public school system back home. Its not that we weren't close, its that we were too busy with our own lives to spend a lot of time with each other. That changed when we became adults.

In case some of you aren't aware, I am fiercly protective over my family. I can pick on them, poke fun at them, and even gripe about them all that I want, but woe unto the other person that tries to do the same. Its just not happening. And Ashlee is one of those people I am extra protective over. I always have been, even as a kid.

Anyway, Ashlee decided to have me a Godchild not too long ago. I realize she may have had other motives influencing her decision to have a baby, but I refuse to believe it was for any other reason than to have ME a Godchild. I'm terribly tickled with this wee one. Especially now that she is getting big enough to have a little personality on her. And although she looks an awful lot like her Daddy, she has the personality of Ashlee.

Anyway, I have come to the conclusion that Ashlee is "The Sh*t" and if you don't believe me, then here is my top five reasons for this belief. There are lots more, don't get me wrong, but I wanted to limit it to five.

1. She Knows How to Handle Relationships:
     ~ This past weekend, Ashlee went to Tennessee with her Mom, her Cousin, her Grandma, and my Godchild. Ash left her husband at home. No, they aren't having marital trouble, Daniel (duh-hubby) was invited to attend, but he chose to stay behind. Too much estrogen on one trip perhaps? I don't know. Anyway, Daniel stayed at home. On his long weekend from his wife, his job consisted of cleaning the house. Which he did and did a dang fine job of it too. Even shampooed the carpet. Last night Daniel texted me and asked me if  I would bring him some food when I took my lunch from work. He informed me that he had been cleaning for three days straight, was tired, and when he reach into his pocket to get some dough to buy some food with, all he found was, "Half a pack of cigarettes and fifty cents." So I took him some food from Fazoli's. Later I found out that Daniel had access to the checkings account, so I can only assume he was just being lazy...errr...I mean, so very tired from all that cleaning. Anyway, I think Ashlee knows her stuff on relationships, I mean, she goes on vacation for a few days and leaves the man at home doing all the cleaning and doesn't even teach him out to use the checkings account so he can't spend all her money. Talk about a creative way to get his appreciation! ;-)

2. She Has My Back:
     ~ There are many ways I could list that showcase how she has my back, but here is one that kinda ties into number one on my list. Ashlee is protective of her kinfolk as well, especially her Apie. Back when I was having some difficulty (okay, a LOT of friggin' difficulty) with a former flame, Ashlee was there to show her support for me. She didn't blow smoke up my butt though. Oh no, not Ash. She was just blunt and honest about it all. When I would come to her house and spend long, hard nights crying and crying in her bed and asking, "Why can't he just be good to me? Why does he treat me like that and talk to me like that?", Ashlee would matter-of-factly point out, "Because he is a piece of sh*t." No ifs, ands, or buts about it. She calls 'em like she sees 'em. When I was finally free from that situation Ashlee informed me that she was tremendously happy to see that over with, because she had "hated him with a bloody passion" ever since my birthday...not that she liked him much before anyway. Friends are supportive in all kinds of ways. Some are there for you to cry on their shoulder, some are there to build your confidence or tell you everything will be okay, and then there are those like Ashlee, who will look you straight in the eye and say, "Screw him. He's a dumbass and you can do better. What did you ever see in him anyway?"

3. She Is A Good Mommy:
     ~ She is the best Mommy my Godbaby could hope for. You never see Bella anywhere but right in Ashlee's arms when they are together. In fact, this is so much the case that I was a little bit concerned that Bella would ever learn to sit up on her own because Ashlee never put her down. Gladly though, Bella is coming along just fine. It makes me glad that Ashlee decided to have me a Godbaby.

4. She Is The Ultimate Caregiver:
     ~ Ashlee is a nurse, a mommy, and a wife. She takes care of five puppies as well as her own little pup, Bella. She always tries to make everyone feel at home when/if she can. I can go over to her house any time and just help myself to the fridge, fart whenever I want, and pick my nose and she doesn't mind a bit. Now that is hospitality at its finest. But she really shines as a nurse. She always puts her patients first, even when she would really like to just slap their jaws. One night I got a call from her on her way home from work. She was telling me about a particularly difficult gentleman she had taken care of that day and how he had kept her on her toes all day with his demands. She said, "At one point I was thinking of telling him, 'This is a hospital, not a hotel Hilton'." I asked her what she said instead. "Nothing," she replied. "I just did what he asked until my shift was over and I got to pawn him off on some other poor nurse." It takes skill not to tell a butthole to shove it when you really, really want too.

5. She Is A BAMF:
     ~ If'n you don't know what "BAMF" stands for, then I'm not going to tell you here. Use your imagination. Regardless, she is just that. I have never seen her throw punches, but I'm fairly certain she could kick my arse and anyone else's that needed kicking at any given point. So certain am I of this, that I try to avoid getting on her bad side at all costs. I have seen her angry though and let me tell you, it is true what they say about the "quiet ones". You do need to look out for them. Ashlee has the ability (something I am currently trying to learn from her) to cut you in two with a flick of her tongue. She can tell you to go straight to hell and you will be more than happy to do it if it means getting away from her and her sharp words. Our cousin Kayla would be handy in a bar fight (something we want to do together at some point in the future), but Ashlee I'm sure could knock a biker bar patron down with only a stare. She is that bad ass.

Family Blog ~ H.D. Edition

Meet Hyatt. Sometimes called H.D. (which I like to think is short for "Heavy Duty" but really its not). There are a lot of wee little ones in my family that I could write about, but for today, I want to write about Hyatt.

Hyatt will soon be celebrating his third birthday. He's growing like a weed. He was the first in a series of wee ones in a long time. Well...maybe not the first, but he was the first that lives close by, in fact, he lives just up the road from me.

Hyatt likes to come down to the house and feed my chickens. He likes for his Aunt Ida to ride him on the four-wheeler while mimicing "Woody Woodpecker" and he likes to fight with me. No real fighting though...because he could easily kick my butt!

He likes "ludlows" too. He always wants a ludlow when he stops by the house, so we try to keep a steady supply for him. What is a ludlow, you ask? Well, that is what H.D. calls popcycles. From this day forward I promise to always call them ludlows though.

Hyatt also likes to call me "Apooh". In the beginning it sounded a bit like "Abu" but I can only assume he decided I no longer reminded him of the monkey in the "Aladin" cartoon, so he changed it to "Apooh". That's fine by me. I've been "Apie" for a great many years and as much as I love my Apie nickname, I can handle another nickname as well.

Hyatt is still pretty little, so its hard to write about all the things he's doing or what he intends to accomplish, but I wanted to add a little light hearted fun to my family blogs and introduce one of the younger set in my bloodline.

Did I mention he is the Karaoke King?

We put 'em to work young in the Nunn family.

The other day I ran into Hyatt and his Mom at the local dollar store. H.D. proceeded to try to scare me with a Halloween spider...then talked me into buying two of them (which our dog Rosie, promptly stole one of them from my bag when I got home, so I guess now that one is her's) and some suckers (but I gave the suckers back to him before I left). There is an advantage to having a kid like him around...he can always tell you what you need, even when you don't know you need it.

Apparently, Hyatt is a little upset with me for moving to Richmond. His Mom said he wants to come down the road and hunt for me and gets sad when he discovers that I'm no longer there. Rest assured though, I will eventually get some ludlows for my apartment and then he can come up and visit any time he likes and eat all the ludlows (and play with my cats) as much as he wants.

Heavy Duty is always welcome at Apooh's crib. :-)

Will you be my friend?

Since I occassionally like to post blogs about members of my family, I thought I would also start posting blogs about my friends. This one, being the first friendship blog, isn't going to be about anyone in particular. Just friendship in general.

I have been very blessed in my life to have some really great friends. Some of them I've known forever (or long enough to count as forever) and some of them for not quite as long. I've had really crappy friends and really wonderful friends. Guy friends. Girl friends. Older, younger, so on and so forth. I like variety (I think its a Gemini trait).

I always thought it was hard for me to make friends, but I think my friends actually think the opposite. I can be a bit shy (okay, okay, I can be REALLY shy) and I don't do well in groups. Past two or three people in a group and I have a tendency to blend into the crowd. Unless I know those people fairly well that is. Apparently though, I'm not quite as shy and backwards as I originally thought.

I made a friend my first day of Kindergarten and she still remains one of my best buddies to this day, but I was braver back then. I talked more and even sang and danced in front of my class. I'm not like that anymore. Not by a long shot. But then one of my newer friends, Maggie, pointed out to me that not too long ago when I tagged her in a photo on Facebook she was a might bit suspicious because she didn't really know me. She was best buddies with my cousin Sam, but we hadn't ever really talked that much...or even really been around each other that much. Come to think of it, I barely even knew Maggie. But she will tell you that it didn't take long before we knew each other quite well. Why? Because I'm about as open and honest as a person can get. This gets me in trouble from time to time, because a lot of people (okay, most people) don't really like that. Most want to hear lies and half-truths as long as they make them feel good. Most people don't want to really know how a person is, because it might mess up the image they have of them in their own heads. I understand all that, but that doesn't make me follow those rules.

So its like I told Maggie, when I decide I'm going to be your friend, then that's just the end of it. It may not work out that I get to keep you as a friend. You may decide you don't like me. I may decide I don't like you. But you better believe that when/if I decide you are going to be my friend, then I will not let up until you are.

Life is better with friends. You can live without them if you really need too, but they make life better. I'm all about making life better.

Couch in a Box

I have furniture! Yay!

Okay, so its still in a box and just thrown haphazardly around the living room, but its progress.

I had to get my mattresses at Ballards because Big Lots was out. Go figure. But on the plus side, Ballards was actually cheaper.

Still didn't solve the couch problem. Nothing I have will fit up the stairs or in the elevator, so I got a futon. They had one left at Wal-Mart and it has wooden arms. Which may not mean much because its still a futon, but at least it will match the rest of my furniture.

So now, eventhough its a mess (and the "couch" is still in the box), I have a bed in my bedroom, a kitchen table/chairs and a shelf in my dining room, and a couch, two end tables, a couple of lamps, an entertainment center, t.v. and dvd player, and two old cedar chests I'm gonna use as tables in my living room. I also finally have stuff hanging on the walls. Its starting to feel like a home.

Expect pictures soon. :-)