Anyone else obsessed with Mumford and Sons?

Southern Bell

I was talking with an old friend a couple weeks ago. He was telling me that he has forced himself to be happy with being boring. He likes that he has a 9 to 5 job. He likes that he pays his taxes on time. He likes that he sits at home on a friday, on a saturday, on a sunday, everyday. He painted this very ordinary picture of a very ordinary life and i was caught up in how wonderfully normal it all sounded. but then it hit me, I am 22 and loving the sound of a retirement home.

Most wont understand why i am making the move that i am. but its okay because i understand why you cant. I feel like i have been going with the flow so much that i forgot where the flow was taking me.

Thats why I've decided to spice up a bit, add a bit of southern charm to my life. I am moving to South Carolina.

yes i know of all the places.

I have two very wonderful friends who have invited me into their home and asked me to move out there with them.

I have a one way ticket leaving April 20th and in all honesty don't know when i will be coming back.

Its funny, everyone in my life has had so many different reactions to this news. Some very warm and supportive. Some angry and others wont even acknowledge it. when in all reality the only reaction i care about is my own. and i haven't felt like this ever. I've finally stopped talking about doing something, anything with my life and am ACTUALLY doing it.

Maybe this is a huge mistake. Maybe i will come crawling back with my tail between my legs. Maybe i will fall in love with the south and never look back. Maybe i will fail. Maybe i will find the exact thing i am looking for.

I'll never know until i try now wont i?

Sorry I forgot I was alive....

...miss me?

Dead or Sleeping

Playing Dead or Sleeping with my best friend.....

its when you stare at the old man in the chair at starbucks and ask in hushed whispers if he has fallen asleep.... or died.

Thanksgiving

Just a little letter to send off Reese

Theres a Storm a Brewing....

My mom has finally gotten on board with technology and gotten Google Reader (thanks a lot Lindsay for showing her that). This now means that she has access to all ya'lls blogs and yells at me,
"Why don't you just call that Lyn girl and tell her to post something? Did you read Bonnies new post? I bet you haven't. Im going to win a give-a way from this blog that you've never even heard about. Do you like dinner, i found the recipe on this blog a lady who lives in the middle of Nebraska, where your going to move to!"
She will not leave me alone about blogs she leaves me high pitch voice mails telling me i need to come over and help her comment on the cuttest picture of a hat shes ever seen. She calls me at 8 in the morning to tell me that if she had a blog she would post about her newest quilt and how she would call my dad "Richardo the pool boy"
I'm trying very hard not to stab her in the neck. Ive decided that to get the feel of a blog that she will guest write on mine.... (deep breaths)

So this next post will be all Laura Turner. If she likes it and gets enough comments she will be starting her own (Lord help us) blog.

Stay tuned.....

Welcome.

Lindsays insane crush

Its not surprising that my very best friend would have to be insane.... but no one knew that Lindsay was THIS insane.

During the previews of Easy A (which is pretty much the funniest movie since Shes the Man) A new movie with one Jeff Goldblum comes on and Lindsay (God bless her) turns to me and says "Oh I love Jeff Goldblum, he's so on my 'Crushes that don't make sense list'"

I still don't know what to do with this new found knowledge. A part of me wants to get her admitted into and institution as soon as possible. The other part of me wants to shake my head and say "of coarse you do sweetie"

What would you do if your best friend flopped your whole perspective of them?


This is more confusing then the time you admitted you had a thing for Brett Michaels.

Voicemails from my Mother

These are just two of the six voice mails i have in my inbox from my mom.

I just want everyone to remember, she cant help herself.

Voicemail #1 august 13, 2010 4:40pm

Reeeeeiiiiiiillllllly? Reeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiillllllyyyyy? Rei?

I was wondering if you could go to Cafe' Rio and get some soup. Some chicken soup. Ya I'm sick and i need some chicken soup. Some Cafe Rio soup and a cup of ice. A large cup. And some chicken soup from Cafe Rio.

Can you do that? I hope your feeling better. If your not I'll share my medication with you.

But i need some soup cause I'm at home and i cant drive, cause I'm sick. Really sick. Did i tell you I'm sick? I'm on the toilet sick. I'm sick.

I love you. I hope your not sick. I hope you go to Cafe Rio and get me chicken soup.

Wah Wah Wah

(which goes on for about 45 seconds)

That's me crying because I'm dehydrated and i have no tears left.

Goodbye. Oh ya this is your Mom. Love you.

(Then for a very painful ten minutes i hear her in the bathroom, because she has no idea how to work her phone and didn't shut it off.)

Voicemail #2 August 13, 2010 6:23pm

Reilly its me your mom. I didn't die. You might have thought I did because the message went on and on. But I didn't push end i just closed the lid. Because i was on the toilet and my hands were...

So that's why it didn't, it didn't hang up. I didn't die. I didn't want you to worry. I'm not dead. Probably wont die today, but if i don't get soup by tomorrow i might very well.

So Dad went off camping and didn't even see if I had water or bananas which i don't or Gatorade which i hate, or anything. He didn't even give me a kiss goodbye. He just said "Well we've been planning this for a long time."

Ya I'm going to stab him when he gets home, with a stick.

I love you. Goodbye. I'm hanging up the button so you don't think i died.

Crystal

When i was writing the title of this post my mom (standing behind me) says "I call her Crystal-Dear." and i said (shoving her away) "I call her dumb."
She mumbles something under her breath as she walks away.

ANYWAYS......

Crystal,

You are my favorite sister to be. I am so glad you were born. I know this is late, your birthday was on Friday. I also know that my present is late.... (i get paid on Tuesday) But... Here is a blog post just for you sweets.My baby brother could not have found a more perfect match. you are the peanut to his butter. Never before has someone who is not in our family been able to stay in the same room with us all for such large amounts of time.You are the best sister a girl could ask for. And i know you think the threats about keeping you locked in our basement for 2 years while Reese is gone are us joking.... well were not. We have a nice corner all made up for you. It has a craft table, and a comfy pillow for you to sleep on.
Happy Birthday Sweets. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for being such a great example. Thank you for taking a dumb boy and making him a kind man. Thank you for being my sister. Love you girl.

Feeling like a rebel......

...Anybody want to help me start a fire?