Quite a bit of sugar in the Creme de Caramel

PA-REACH.

And, sorry to be a bizitch about this but to respond to her question about how you know how many miles you've run in a pair of shoes--You count. I'm not kidding--people track the number of miles they've logged by tallying their mileage after every run....yeah.

VOMIT!!!!!!!

In reference to Friday Night Lights' irreplaceable, "Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose."

TAM FTW.

Home is not merely a word.

Belligerent is NOT a synonym for drunk.

At the Grand Canyon!

In which I keep bees.

Pic from the road trip.

The Scene: Crowded bus, rush hour, woman listening to music so loudly that literally the entire bus can hear not only the noise, but the lyrics, too. Bus Driver: Hey, your music is becoming a disturbance, can you please turn it down? Crazy Lady: THESE ARE MY EARS, and MY HEADPHONES, you can't tell me what to do.  This ain't your business, unless you payin' the electricity that runs through my ipod.  I work two jobs!  I been up since 5:30am just to ride the bus and have you tell me that I have to TURN IT DOWN.  IT AIN'T BOTHERING NO ONE! Normal Person: Actually, it is kind of loud. Crazy Lady: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!  Brush your hair before you try to come to me and tell me MY HEADPHONES are too loud.  THEY'RE MY EARS.  My grandmother plowed from Georgia up to here to I could listen to my music as LOUD AS I WANT. Other bus passenger: **looks up from book at this scene** Crazy Lady: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?! You ain't even white.  Cradle of life, baby. Her music does not change in volume.  Ten minutes later, she finally exits the bus, and all the passengers literally breathe a sigh of relief. Bus Driver:  "Oh lord, we get those all day.  When you got an angry driver, that's why."

It is time.