alright. i did it. i have a new blog. i was here and now... i'm here! don't get me wrong, there was nothing wrong with my previous hangout, things just got... complicated. and i had to go private. (that explains why i just linked you to the main site, right?) and i felt violated and needed a hug. but no one was there to hug me, so i ran. straight into the loving arms of a brand new blog.
anyway, most of you know me, some do not, but feel free to stalk learn more about me over there on the "who am i?" page, and, i tweet, so you can follow me there too! yes, i'm *totally* fishing for followers here. but, enough about me, let's jump right into a post, shall we??
this past weekend was what my friends and i call redneck olympics 2010. basically, we decided to act like young kids again and throw a pasture party complete with four wheelers and big trucks and call it the redneck olympics. ya know, since the real olympics are going on? yeah, we're real brainiacs. this is how it worked: we waited until the mud was just right, grabbed a bunch of firewood and alcohol, loaded up our "muddin vehicles" and headed on out to hillbilly paradise. in other words, a pasture of a few hundred acres, woods, and never ending trails. it was actually my best friend justin's birthday, so we were planning on partying extra hard.
and man, did we party. we drank, we danced, we got really, really,really muddy. we sang and drank everclear. a few guys went for a swim in the tank.* and gawd, it was so much fun! we acted like we were teenagers again....
and that, my friends, is the problem. all of us are way to old to act that way. now, don't get me wrong, i'm only 24, but i haven't partied like that in a long time. and i'm the youngest of all of us, so you know everyone else was feeling it the next day. when i woke up sunday morning i felt like i had been run over by a mack truck. i had mud caked in my hair, i reeked of smoke and beer, i could hardly swallow, and i had the worst headache of.all.time. and, as i lay there feeling like hammered dog crap, reality kicked me square in the teeth. it was only 6 am, and the reason i woke up was because baby butterbean was crying and ready to eat. so, i reluctantly climbed out of bed and vowed to never, ever, ever, never, ever do that again. and then, that evening, when my cell phone rang and i was asked to do it all over again in a few weeks, i agreed without hesitation.
i guess i'll never learn.
oh, and don't worry, baby butterbean was with her gran, so i was not being an irresponsible mother!!!
*for you non-texas folks, a "tank" is a pond.
