Thursday, July 17, 2014

I'm Throwing It Back....

I'm throwing it way back!
I know, I know, after yesterday's post what could I possibly be up for discussing?  After a day like that, there isn't much.  I figured, since I am short on words, stories, and brain power at the moment, but I really want to keep the blog momentum going, that I will participate in those #TBT.  (this means throw back Thursday..... like many many Thursday's ago).  All the kids are doing it these days.
So, here are some throw backs...
Halloween (I am assuming).  I think that my MamMaw made me that costume, and I am pretty sure that my mother dolled me up with the rouge.
Me and J.  We were two peas in a pod and we still are, best friends.  Even though he is younger, he has always been my protector.  Yes, my hair..... my momma would just do little ringlets with her finger and they would stay.

Just when you think you could not have enough love in your heart for another brother, it all changes because we gotta a Richard.  I'm so lucky to have these boys, my early years would have been super boring without these two!

Here we are, the Curry 5, Easter or Mother's day I think, takin' it back to 1983

Seriously, what family doesn't dress their babies up like they are Hawaiian tourists??  All outfits were supplied by our MamMaw and PapPaw.  FYI, we did not live in Hawaii, we were in Monroe! 

Yes, even as an older child my mother still ringletted my hair with her finger and did not really brush it out.  Church pictures at their finest.

Maybe I should have continued to let my mother ringlet my hair when I was in junior high, because brushing it was def not the way to go.  Ladies and gentlemen, if you never want your daughter to ever have a boyfriend growing up.... allow her to brush her natural curly hair and feather her bangs like so.  Also, make sure that she uses so much Rave hairspray that it almost looks like lice.  Only a face a parent could love!  Ha!

Then there came our Katie.  Who knew I'd be heading off to college and my parents would be having another baby.  Ummm, not me, or my brother, or my other brother (or my parents for that matter)!  It was probably the best thing that ever happened to the Curry Crew.  Katie Grace came into the world and made it a brighter place, forever my "Boo".

My family, way, way, way back when!!


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

This is my life......

First of all, let me just start this post with a bit of a warning for the 10s of people that read this blog.  I am pretty sure that there are at least 10 (mostly family, some of my most loved friends, and sometimes a office pal (but I think they just read to make sure that I am not saying anything nasty about anyone I work with).  Anyways, to the 10s of readers.... you may want to not read the post if any of the next few things make you uncomfortable....
1.  words that rhyme with fenstruation (not really a word, but it rhymes with the word, ya dig?)
2.  if you feel you may not be able to look me in the eyeballs tomorrow because I typed the word in #1 and the fact that I may be "fenstruating", then you should probably come on back tomorrow.
3.  if you do not enjoy a good chuckle at someone else's expense, well then..... have you read my blog ever??
Anyways, let me begin by saying, today has been a good day.  Today has been a good day.  (I know that I just made that statement two times, I am really trying to believe it)!  This is going to be a bit of a story, so go grab your cola and get comfy, because this story is at least a 4 paragrapher...
Today started like any other day.  I wake, I dress, I chat with my loves, my sister came over this morning to watch the littles, stopped at my beloved Sonic for my Route 44 Vanilla Coke, and I ho, I ho, it's off to work I go.  It was going to be a bit of a dirty day at work, we are moving into a new building soon, but first the inside of the building we are moving to is being redone, and there is just a lot of things that are currently in the "soon to be" work space that have to be moved about for painting and carpeting to take place. (seriously major run-on sentence)  Well, our team headed to the building and moved some things around for a few hours.... nothing like a bit of manual labor to get your blood a pumpin' in the morning (am I right, or am I right).  I'm obviously dressed to impress on days like this.  Sporting my best pair of leggings, a racer back tank, and a sports bra that really offers not even an iota of support that the bubbies really need (it is old and my really good one is dirty).  PTL for a hooded black jacket that matched my awesome leggings.  (FYI, hooded jackets in the middle of summer in super hot office building = a whole heap-a hot mess (and afro-ish hair).  I'm just gonna be honest (since I am all about honesty here at Sophia+1) I'm not a gal that is into sweat, I do not sweat, I glisten (it sounds nicer, like ladies glisten) well, I was glistening like a pig!  There were even a few times that I was walking past team members thinking, sweet holy moly did they use deoderant this morning?  (Hello, it just may have been me!)  So the morning is filled with a shufflin' and a movin' then a glistenin', all fun things that you want to do before a full days work.  We ended our "clean up" before noon and our boss asked us to all go to lunch (BONUS), I'm obvi wanting to go, I just want to go to a place that has little to no dress code (a hole in the wall place that is a little off the beaten path that I would see not a soul that I know), ummm, no, we go to a well known pizza establishment at straight up noon.  FYI, it was the busiest place in town today!!  So, sweaty, pizza, and then I am beginning to feel a little crummy.  My back was hurting and I was just thinking well this is just fantastic, I should not have acted like a weight lifter trying to carry as much as the boys in the office (such an over achiever).  I tried to enjoy my meal, really I did, but all I could think about was a nice hot shower and 2 Advils to follow, but I stayed.  It was good.  I left happy.  So, I ride home with my friend, we'll just call her Susan (because that is her name and nothing really rhymes with Susan, so sorry Susan, I used your real name).  I get back to the office and my stomach is cramping and my back is hurting, it is not fun.  We get back, and I go back to the bathroom (which I may mention has 3 people sitting right outside the door at a table having a meeting, I know, awkward set up for a meet and greet and a potty, but I do not do floor layouts, whatev).
FYI, this is where the story takes a bit of a turn.... don't say I did not warn ya.
Read at your own Risk!!
So, I turn on the fan and the water (bc I hate for ANYONE to hear me pee, I have been like this for years), and I pull down my pants and HELLO, fa-reeking murder scene in my pants.  I... DIE!  Seriously?  My period?  Honestly, I have really been thinking that I was pg, four weeks late and all.... a little sad, but I guess it was not meant to be.  Anyways, back to the scene.  I am in a work bathroom, which is not stocked with any lady products and it is not like I had any with me, so I am trying to "Build-A-Pad" with all of the toilet paper in the bathroom.  Did I mention that people are right outside of the door, I could hear their whole conversation.  I am sure that they were thinking she prob has diarrhea or something.  So, I am stuffing my pants (which kinda sounds funny when you type that out), and leave the bathroom.
*I know that some of you are a little shocked right now.  I mean I have just let the cat out of the bag that women menstruate, and one of those women is ME!
Back to the story.  I casually walk back through the office (like I am totally not sporting a whole roll of t.p. down there)...FYI, that ain't easy.  I go right to my purse to grab it and my keys and leave!  Maybe they would not even notice that I left the office for the day at 1:30, sure, that is so normal.  I dig around in this bucket bag of a purse of mine and hummmmm, no car keys.  I mean, why would they be in my purse so I can easily access them and drive home.... immediately!  Ridic!
So, I walk up to unsuspecting co-worker (we will call him Lenny) and ask for the work car keys (I rode in the work car to the restaraunt, my keys are probably in there).  Grab 'em then out I dash. Only to be stopped by my friend (we'll call her Alissa) she was running off to a meeting and reminded me about or birthday get together at 1:45 (ya see, I needed to be there since I have a July birthday, hello, there was cookie cake)!  Oh, yeah, yeah, I will be there, no prob (there go my plans to duck out early, shower, and lay on my bed.... whomp whomp).  Now, to the car. After a quick search, I locate the keys, and then think OMGoodness, I am going to have to walk back in there to grab my purse.  Forget it.  I go to my car and open the console.  PTL, I find a P.L. (panty liner) that is the thickness of a twin size mattress (surely I have had since the year 2010, the packaging was faded and the sticky to the wrapper was not even sticking), and ta-da a pair of back up panties!  Cha-ching.  (I always have an extra pair around, seeing as how I never did my keegles when I was pg.....I loathe exercising)!  Now, I am in a predicament.  Do I go back to the bathroom (where I was just at less than 10 minutes ago) which is being surrounded by the longest meeting eva? or do I go to the next building, where only 1 lady works (she has her own bathroom and I had just passed her in the other building)... decisions.  So, I grad the twin mattress, my purple stripped back up panties, and a 401K booklet that I was given the day before to review (FYI, I was carrying that to hide items 1 and 2).  I fast walk to empty office building and get cleaned up.  Really, it was a quick and easy fix and there was still time to get back to the office for cake, no one would ever know (except for the 3 of you still reading).  I grab my book and my murder drawers, I could have never put them in the trash, would have died if anyone ever saw them, and I casually walk to the door to exit the building.  All things were fine, no one was in the building, I am approaching the glass door with book and such in my hands when one of the owners walks to the other side of the door.  Sweet Lord.  I wanted to just turn around, but that would have been super strange, could not reach for the door because murder pants would be viewed, and he opens I am thinking he will move out of the way and let me by (he obvi thinks the same thing) and we are just like doing a very odd back and forth step up step back.  He asks how I am doing?  Things okay?  We are still stepping, I'm not making eye contact, it. felt. like. I. was. standing. there. for. hours..  I eventually just walked by like I was in a huff (totally sure I looked like a nut job, and it probably looked like I was stealing, seeing as how my book was covering up my other hand).
I just walked quickly to my car, threw in my stuff, and tried to go about the rest of my day.
The rest of the day just drug out, ya ever have one of those days?
I wish I was still at the beach.
Stuff like this, def doesn't happen at the beach.
Tomorrow is another day.....

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

This time last week......

Well kids, this is two days in a row!  Shocking, I know.  I have decided to take time out for myself, blog, and let my kids and husband run wild!  No, Fo Real!  One child just ran in the room with only a diaper on (I guess some of us are preparing for "naked Tuesday", and the other child just ran in to tell my about a movie she has been watching on Vudu.... Ummm, she says it's creepy and it has a guy named Frank (I guess I need to look into some sort of  parental controls). I'm telling ya, it is parenting at it's finest over here folks! Ha!
Anyways, about this time last week, we were at the beach.
Sniffle....sniffle!  Seriously, tearing up right now.  It had been five days at the beach, and things were going great.  I was finally relaxing, I had totally dropped that whole diet thing (I was back to my usual cola and cookie 2 cookie breakfast (and not feeling bad about it all), and my tan...... okay, there was no tan, but still people were able to look at me on the beach and not put on their sunglasses due to the bright white light (my skin)!
We had played all day, would swim for hours in the ocean, we even had to evacuate the water  a few times because of the occasional shark (No Fear, this is my motto)
and then there was that whole "Danger Stranger" situation and he broke my finger.......I KNOW!  You read that right!  "Danger Stranger"!  He broker my finger!  My digit!  My falange!  Okay, I guess this calls for a story.
Picture it, I was out gallivanting on the beach, minding my own business....
I know, I know, I just gallivanted all day long... just me and my buoy!  Ha!  I seriously cannot find a picture of me on the beach when I am not running, so I guess this one will just have to do! Giggle!
Alright, this is me right before I am gallivanting down the beach, with not a care in the world.
When all of a sudden I see my bruthas and husband playing a little game of catch in the ocean.  Well, they looked like they were having so much fun, and I just thought, I used to play some ball back in the day.....(I was going to post a picture, but of course, there is nothing to be found to document this time in my life)  My mother says I was not very good, but she said I ran beautifully (after a strike out.... to the dugout, with pointed toes), anyways I digress....  Back to the story..
So, I played ball, and if I can remember correctly I can throw some serious stuff (I mean, hello, I throw toys in closets and under beds all day long), so I decided to join them on their game!  (I'm sure they were thrilled).  So, we are out there (I'm constantly checking the waters around me for any friends (of the jelly nature or and meat eaters),  and catching and tossing around the ball..."just one of the guys".  When all of a sudden, we'll call him "Danger Stranger" (because, he looked a bit dangerous and HE WAS A STRANGER!!) swims up and starts throwing the ball with us.  Ummmm, okay, rude much, hello, family bonding time.  Geez!  Anyways, "Danger Stranger" is obvi not interested in going anywhere but hanging with our crew (he may have thought one of my brothers was a Duck Dynasty extra, and was hoping for a tv spot.
okay, the Dynasty brother that can spell blood with his fingers. He is funny and has super bendy fingers!  If any members of the "Bloods" (Moss.... the Bloods are a gang, and are not very big in our town) are reading my family blog, I hope this does not offend, we just sometimes just like to spell out things with our hands instead of talking (it's just how we roll).
 As the game of catch went on, I was getting skipped quite a bit.  Normally, I would just bow out and take the hint that I am not wanted, but not that day!  Nope, not leaving.  So "Danger Stranger" gets the ball and looks at my husband who was obviously not the next one to have the ball tossed too, it was supposed to be my turn to catch (it was as if this guy had never played this game before??? ) so,  "Danger" throws the ball (FYI, it was almost a little ridic how hard he was throwing, I mean hey guy, this is not MLB, it is catch at the beach), and I jump up out of the water....

(I'm sure it looked a little bit like Ariel jumping out of the water) and I reached out to intercept the cannon ball slung out of the barrel ball.  Ummm,  well, needless to say, I did not catch the ball, but tipped it with  my pinkie.  When I say tipped it, I mean my poor teeny tiny child like pinkie was nearly ripped off by Danger Stranger's fastball.  I tried to take it like a champ, but all I really wanted to do is shriek like a girl and run to my momma!!  At that point I realized I was probably a bit more safe in my chair, just being a watcher.  After a few days, and a few attempts of some family members jerking my teeny tiny child like pinkie finger into place, the pain subsided.
So, lesson learned.  I will not play games with strangers!!!
Memories, people!  Memories.


 I am missing the beach!!

Monday, July 14, 2014

Back to Life..... Back to Reality

I know, I know, last month I stated the blog hiatus was over and done with.  Lies!  The clock strikes 9 in the evening around here, and I completely space out pass out okay, I just sit in front of the television until I can barely hold my eyeballs opened.  I have so many things that I want to be documenting for my family (last days of preschool, summer memories at the splash pad, beach vacation to the Redneck Riviera (don't be jealous!), my "glamping" stories, the fact that I went on a diet.... lost weight.... and gained it back, funny things the kids are saying and doing, and boy potty training (once again, don't be jealous)!  I know one day I will get all of these things on here (I must, this is something that I love to look back on and see what we were doing a month ago, last year, or three years ago).  So, since it is fresh on my mind, and my body is still wishing it was there...... the beach!  Oh, Redneck Riviera how I love you so!  Please note, this post is heavy on the photos!!  So, if photos are not your thing, families having a fun time interest you none, or the beach makes you cringe (you are obviously a crazy person) then come on back now another time!!
Enjoy!  These are my most precious people, and so many of my most loved moments over the past week.  I wish we were still there!