The little engine that could.

I'm just not that far off from a dream catcher..I've got the Indian in me (Native, not dot, to be PC((because "dot" Indian is PC)). I go after crazy ideas and dream a little more than anyone with half a brain cell should...look about as silly as a leather and feather air freshener..but what the hey, the worst anyone could ever tell you is "no," right? I am told "no" a good bit, but I just keep on keepin' on..we were the "Fayette Christian Falcons" growing up, and I really was crazy about the National Football League "Atlanta Falcons." In my far fetched mind, I always thought we were somehow affiliated with the NFL team..and I WAS GOING TO BE A FALCONS CHEERLEADER...dammit. Tryouts were concluded, but that just didn't stop me at 5 yrs old from joining in team practices, telling my mom to pick me up late, giving directions on how/where to get my uniform and saddle oxfords...I had it all figured out..except how to actually get ON the team. That was, until I pitched an only child fit after about 6 practices (that I just showed up at...couldn't keep a beat to save my life). Being the Christians they were, the school let me on the team..only later to kick me out for thinking I was Michael Jackson (again, whole nuther' blog). Either way, it set the precedent, that I could have what I wanted..anything was possible. I really wanted cheer for our middle school team, but was terrible..never made it..(didn't help either that I was ugly as shit). So the whole time, I was working hard in gymnastics and cheering for the local rec team..of course when high school tryouts came around, everyone made fun of me.."How are you going to make high school when you couldn't even make middle school?!"..well, I made it...and I was still ugly as shit. I went off to college and turned 18, and I knew I wanted to cheer on the REAL Falcons, but soon found it was not cheering as much as it was technical dance..5 years later, and about eleventy thousand dance classes..I was on the team. Never gave up..fell a few times..looked like a loser most of the time..cried in interviews..wore the wrong outfits..but I kept on..(and the ugly as shitness diminished a little too, no I did not get a boob job). I went after it, and that's just one example of the ridiculous lengths I'll go to in order to achieve..so needless to say, I greatly appreciate people that get that, and drill just as hard. One of those people, is a guy I met about four years ago, and the first night I ever hung out with him, he told me he was going to open a bar someday. Already having a business of his own that was pretty much he and his friends brainchild, I knew he'd somehow manage to pull it off eventually..but it wasn't until he teamed up with someone who cares deeply (and daydreams constantly) about his current business, and keeps it her main priority, giving him time to focus and put the wheels in motion...that he got in touch with his inner shaman feathers, and did it. With that said, a huge congratulations is in order to Trey Humphreys and John John Delladona, a social messes own..on yet another business venture, the newest owners of "Pool Hall" in Buckhead! May all of the ugly as shit dreamers such as myself come and sit and drink at your new Atlanta hotspot!
*DISCLAIMER-Dreamcatchers, however, are not ugly as shit, and I think everyone should have several in your homes, cars and businesses..if you want to look wise

"Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm."-Winston Churchill

"I guess I should've known, by the way you parked your car sideways, that it wouldn't last.."

That's because WHO would ever be friends much less involved with, anyone who takes up two parking spots? You have GOT to be kidding me...actually, I take that back, I WOULD like to hang around anyone that rationalizes this jacka*s move, for the sheer joy of cracking into their warped minds. I get it, door dings suck..they really do, I actually go out of my way to park far away and space myself out fairly (ok, I don't drive in circles looking for a close/perfect parking spots, that's a whole nuther' blog...especially when folks do it at the gym..but I digress),anyway.. so when it does happen, I am ultra mad..but at the end of the day, it's just a car. Anyone who is that obsessed with their car (I don't care if it's the latest Subaru..which you 2 fast 2 furious boys seem to be over-enthusiastic about these days..that royal blue color..with the clear tail lights..)it's an object, and in my findings, it's an object that is more likely to be keyed or damaged when showing your tragic uncoolness, by inconveniencing other patrons that would like a parking spot. Thanks!

I am colorful because I come from color.

Politely put. We've all got them in our families...you know, the ones that you would worry if you ever married someone decent, may run for the hills if they met? In my case though, it's really my ENTIRE lineage. However, by some miracle, my parents are fantastic...like a typical girl, dad is my hero..which is nice, kept me solid (by "solid" I mean "not slutty"), and mom is just the strongest woman I know, if that's not a damn dream in itself..I also have great step parents...yep, GREAT. But then theres my great aunt, "Millie" who was made to live at home and take care of her father until he died, she was 68 when the old bastard finally kicked the bucket (he was an ass), turning great aunt Millie loose in the social scene at 68 and a VIRGIN..yes, a virgin. Now she is pushing 94 and GETTING IT at her retirement community...the Jewish towers in Atl, (not only is she not Jewish, no one in our family is...so this begs the question, "Who did she sleep with?.") When I was 13, she gave me a pair of thongs with jingle bells on them, and told me to "Get with the times and not wait as long as she did." At the last family function, aunt Millie went on to tell a story about a guy in her building she was sleeping with, apparently he was also sleeping with another 90-ish damsel across the hall who claimed to be constipated in an attempt to cut aunt Millie and her beau's date short...but aunt Millie was no fool...she put on her sexiest lingerie and "seduced" him into not going to the store, and aunt Millie said (in her southern accent that borederline needs subtitles) "Honey, I tell you what, that old scallywag is still sittin over there stopped up." Sassifaction...are blogs supposed to be this long? That's just one relative...oh Lord, this was a bad idea.