For your enjoyment.....

This is a serious product, and that's what makes it so awesomely awful.

Camelflage panties are women's underwear with a piece of plastic (or something) sewn into the crotch that prevents the panties from forming a highly undesirable camel-toe (similar to the Cuchini). Wait -- those aren't cool anymore?! *untapes wiener from between buttcheeks* Per customer testimonial:

"I am OBSESSED with my panties and will be ordering more next week. Two pairs just won't cut it with my workout schedule....I love my Camelflage!!! Thanks to you, the guys at the gym were staring at the games on TV and not at my crotch!!!! Also, it protects the lady parts on the bike seat."

Whoa whoa whoa -- BIKE SEATS HAVE LADY PARTS?! I may never drive again!

 Taken from Geekologie

On the road again...

In a few hours I'll be hitting the road for the weekend with some buds to meet up in , of all places, Lakeland , Fl. A friend got a job there and recently purchased a house. Obviously we need to go and trash the place and break it in, am I right?

Don't know what or where lakeland is? Here is a couple of fun facts:

Lakeland is home to one of the first Hindu temples in the United States^{[citation needed]} and the Publix Super Markets' headquarters. The first Red Lobster restaurant was opened at Lakeland; however, the original restaurant has since closed.^{[citation needed]}

oh, and a map....

Shenanigans are sure to be abound.

so much wrong in one photo

there are no words sometimes....

taken from failblog.org

whew!

Finally all moved into my new place. I was living in a sea of boxes and chaos for way too long, but now I can finally move around the place without causing anymore bruises to my already beaten to crap legs. I'm seriously COVERED in bruises. It looks like I was in a paint ball game with no protection. I think laying by the pool and tanning will fix this :)

I know I haven't been giving updates about what I have done on my list thus far, but that will come later this week when I get a chance to sit down and go over everything and pictures. But first I need to think of what my "new food or recipe" will be for this week. Family birthday dinner night for my sis is tomorrow night, so I think I might try something then. Will report on that later.

But, until then, I leave you with two videos that make me smile

Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do?

I still have yet to decide whether I'm freaked out or completely fascinated by a new feature that FSU now offers. If you go to the national crimestoppers website linked here and enter the search terms "Florida State University" it shows ALL crimes committed in/by campus and is update everyday. Yesterday there was theft at MY building where I work.

*shivers*

Probably going to stop looking at it. Freaks me out I think is winning the race.

What? I'm so confused by this...

Don't think I'll be trying any these anytime soon...

packing, packing, and more packing...

I am officially moving into my new apartment on friday. I cannot WAIT. The only thing I am not looking forward to is the actual moving process and the absolute worst part.....UNPACKING!
Unpacking is like a constant stream of nails scratching on a chalkboard to me. Necessary evil that unpacking is.
I'm lucky enough that I have some good friends helping out witht he move so it won't take long. Nothing like some good friends to help with a move, am I right?

Wordless Wednesday

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to the best big sister I could ask for!
I love you!

So close, yet so far away!

Come on, College Football! I'm dying over here!

46 days? Really? That feels like an eternity from where I sit.

I want to be here

Doing this

while watching these guys

Coached by Jimbo

oh and I also want to this guy as well

is it so much to ask?

Cannot get out of my head...

I am very torn when it comes to John mayer. I mean, I'm a girl, so obviously I love the "romantic" music he puts out, but I also LOVE his guitar work and all his side projects.
But one problem, the guy can be such the DB. So here I am stuck with one his latest rolling through my head all the time because it's my latest obsession. I guess the song itself sums up how I feel about John Mayer. He got me, that trickster him.


and here's the video for your viewing pleasure.


Lyrics I can't get enough of:

I was born in the arms of imaginary friends
Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been
Then you come crashing in, like the realest thing
Trying my best to understand all that your love can bring

Oh half of my heart's got a grip on the situation
Half of my heart takes time
Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
That I can't keep loving you
Oh, with half of my heart

I was made to believe I'd never love somebody else
I made a plan, stay the man who can only love himself
Lonely was the song I sang, 'til the day you came
Showing me a better way and all that my love can bring

Oh half of my heart's got a grip on the situation
Half of my heart takes time
Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
That I can't keep loving you
Oh, with half of my heart
With half of my heart

Your faith is strong
But I can only fall short for so long
Time will hold, later on
You will hate that I never gave more to you than half of my heart
But I can't stop loving you
But I can't stop loving you
But I can't stop loving you with half of my...

Half of my heart's got a real good imagination
Half of my heart's got you
Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
That half of my heart won't do

Half of my heart is a shotgun wedding to a bride with a paper ring
And half of my heart is the part of a man who's never really loved anything

Half of my heart

For the love of all that is holy and right?!

I come into work and sit down at my desk at 7:45 this morning. By 8:15, this is what is blaring in my ear before I can even consume any caffeine:


Holy Vuvuzelas on Fire! That would be the "test" fire alarm system they are installing in my building. I think the vuvuzela fever has been taken too far this time.

Wordless Wednesday - Blast from the past addition

I must be crazy!

Or just really wanted to prove to myself I could do it without crying.

It's a rather known fact that I am a HUGE wimp when it comes to all things spicey food. Pepperoni gets my eyes tearing up at times. I'm THAT big of a wuss. So when my now ex-boyfriend and I started to grow naga jolokia, or as they are also known as "Ghost peppers", I thought he was crazy. I mean these peppers are used for ELEPHANT repellent in India. Seriously.
For reference for how terrifyingly hot these things are:

In 2000, India's Defence Research Laboratory (DRL) reported a rating of 855,000 units on the Scoville scale,^[7] and in 2004 a rating of 1,041,427 units was made using HPLC analysis.^[17] For comparison, Tabasco red pepper sauce rates at 2,500–5,000, and pure capsaicin (the chemical responsible for the pungency of pepper plants) rates at 15,000,000–16,000,000 Scoville units.^[18]
In 2005, at New Mexico State University Chile Pepper Institute near Las Cruces, New Mexico, regents Professor Paul Bosland found bhut jolokia grown from seed in southern New Mexico to have a Scoville rating of 1,001,304 SHU by HPLC.^[5]
In February 2007, Guinness World Records published that the bhut jolokia was the hottest chili pepper ever submitted for judgment.^[5][19]"

Yeah, that hot.
So what do I do? After watching both Andy and my friend Nick eat half of UN-ripened pepper and watch them CRY, I decide to myself I'm going to eat some. Because I'm crazy. And mostly to do it and not cry like the boys. But to their credit, they ate the pepper and I was merely going to eat the sauce version. Still ridiculous though. I will not upload the pics of the boys crying out of respect/request/threatening of my life, but I will put up a video of someone who has eaten the pepper:



And here's the part you've been waiting for. me eating a piece of pork, that was only one inch by inch big and soaked in Ghost Pepper sauce.
The initial pain hitting me after 4 chews

getting worse

This is really sucking and I'm having a hard time trying to swallow the meat and ghost pepper sauce!

I finally did it after chewing the small piece of meat a hundred times. My mouth was on FIRE. Hot, liquid molten magma fire. Burned for hours. The irony of it? The chemicals in the actual pepper do NOT cause any actual "burns", but the sure as hell feel like it.
Mouth burn fail!

and also the world's most unflattering picture, but it's worth it.


I'm counting this as my "new food" of the week and my adventure for July, because I will NEVER do it again.

Pet Peeves

I think this blog title may, unfortunately, become a recurring theme...

A huge pet peeve of mine, when it comes to office etiquette, is being respectful of others that work in close proximity of you. Especially when you work in a room that has 8 cubicles smushed together surrounded by enclosed offices. People who work in cubicles i feel should even more mindful. I mean, don't most people appreciate common courtesy when it comes to music, smells, pictures, etc? I can look past most things, but not SMELLS. The ones that people bring in with food, or their perfume, or their own funk. And I mean funk. There is gentlemen that has a cubicle space 10 feet from my office space and he often carries a foul odor to him, but to his credit it is usually kept to his area. Lately though it has gotten worse. Now I know it's summer and it's July and it's Florida, but for the love of that is good and wonderful in this world, take a shower! I think he takes one, maybe, on average once a week. He'll even go as far as repeat the same clothes a couple of days in a row. EWWWWWW. Today is especially terrible with what smells to be dog poo on his shoes. I have had to resort to rubbing my chapstick above my lip to dull the smell.

What does one do/say in this type of situation? I don't want to be rude, but he's killing me, and I know others as well.

cannot decide!

eeek, I'm trying to decide which duvet cover to get for my new apartment

exhibit A:

 or Exhibit B:

Oh, West Elm, how I love thee!

now if only I could choose.......

Wordless Wednesday

cp7forheisman

bwhahaha

Atlanta never disappoints

Over the lovely Fourth of July holiday I spent time with some my favorite people and City. My friend Blake and I made the the drive up to Atlanta on Friday after work and stayed until Monday afternoon. Without fail, I always have a fantastic time while I'm there. There is constantly something happening in Atlanta and not to mention the company isn't half bad either ;) I love it so much that I'm going to be actively start looking for employment there in next few months. I realize that I only "visit" Atlanta for trips for no longer than a week, and living there is a completely different thing, but I really need to get out of Tally. Don't get me wrong. I love tally, nothing wrong with it per say, but I have lived here my WHOLE life. Any of my friends can tell you the main reason why I'm even still here was because Andy is finishing his Masters and the dogs were obviously here as well. Now that that is no longer something/someone to keep me here, I'm moving on. Literally.

Sounds harsh, but it's the truth. Just thinking of being away from my family/friends/dogs/people I love, still makes me sad and tear up, but that's not strong enough to keep me here anymore. Hell, if another option opened up before anything with Atlanta happened, who is to say I wouldn't do that instead? Point is, it's time to grow, time to figure out life now that my plans I thought I had are now gone.

And to leave on a fun note, some snapshots of my weekend:

First night in town

I requested a pomegranate martini. I received a martini and quafer floating in a brandy glass of leftovers. Confusing, but delicious.

Next day at "The Vortex". yummy food and PBR

new wallpaper perhaps?

redneck Margaritas
One part frozen limeade, one corona, 12 oz white zinfandel, 10-12oz white/silver tequila. Combine for deliciousness that you weren't expecting :)

Something that needs to be said about finding a dog

I was reading new blog post over at Honey, The Great Dane 's website and I felt truly moved to spread the latest article her owner/trainer wrote:
Great Dane reality

I am a PROUD owner of a American Great Dane (brindle coat), Moose. He truly is one of the loves of my life. He, like any true Dane nature, is sweet, affectionate, loyal, and an obedient Dane. But this was not achieved through just good breeding, but through CONSTANT training from day ONE. Before Andy and I got Moose we did our research, as anyone should do before getting a pure-bred dog. We knew the pros and cons, and were also aware of how important training him would be from day one, not only for his benefit, but for our own. I mean this dog would be 3/4 to 5/6 the size of me by a year and a half and MUCH stronger. It was very important that he know his limits. God forbid he bark or try to jump or play too hard with a stranger. Because guess what happens when someone sees a large dog and they get scared? It's ALWAYS the large dog's fault even if the other person/dog initiated the aggressiveness or their dog( no matter how little) was biting and attacking my dog first. Stupid double-standards.

I implore everyone to read the above posted article and share it with anyone who thinks they want a Dane.

On a lighter note, some adorable pictures of my darling Moose :)
Moose at 12 weeks, all feet at this point


playing around at 4 months


yes, he climbed up there on his own, yes we allowed it only because he only did it til he was 6 months old, haha.

kisses for Aunt Sarah at 8-9 months


fell asleep with favorite toy in mouth


kisses for momma at full height. I'm 5'2" and he can easily do this with someone 6 feet tall without any issues. He only does this on command and was trained to NEVER do this without the proper command/hand signal.

Good Music

Doesn't it always seem like we are always on the hunt for "good music" to listen to/download/ blast as loud as possible?

15. listen to more classical music

I have definitely started listening to more classical music. I've read in several places that it can be very relaxing and help push out all that is giving you tension. Well, I have had my fair share of tension in the past year or so, so why not try something new that might help? I'm the first one to admit I couldn't tell you the difference between listening to Mozart or Chopin or anyone else for that matter, but I love exploring. I've been listening to the local classical station in Tallahassee while doing laundry or painting my nails or whatever else I'm doing in my room without the TV on. I have now ventured off into listening at work or in the car. And you know what? I love it! It really does make you just float away and not focus on anything.

After this great discovery I decided to go visit my old 20s, 30s, and 40s songs that I have always loved. I now listen to yahoo radio at work on the oldies/blues/jazz stations. I am absolutely loving this as well. I whole-heartedly recommend for anyone else to do this to. Stress level down!

Sing to me Billy, Louis, Dakota, Etta, and Dinah!