BOP and Tiger Beat

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Last night, while losing miserably at Name That Tune, the BFFAE and I started talking about celebrity crushes.  She mentioned that she might still have a crush on Andrew Keegan...to which I replied, OMG me too!  That got us thinking about our celebrity crushes from our childhood days.  Get ready.
Devon Sawa

Then

Now

Andrew Keegan

Then

Now

Jonathan Taylor Thomas (aka JTT)

Then

Now

Who were your childhood celebrity crushes?  Are they still just as crush-worthy?  Spill!

Excuse me, I have fanmail to go write...
A

How I met my future ex-husband.

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Today, I'm going to tell you the awkward and awesome story of how Kenny Chesney kissed me.  Yes, you read that right.


Let's rewind back to the spring of 2007, my junior year of college.  I entered into a local radio contest to win tickets to see Kenny Chesney in concert for his Flip Flop summer tour.  To enter, you had to take a picture of your feet in flip flops.  I took it up a notch and drew daiquiris on my feet, as well.  I was shocked to find out that I won 2 tickets!  I called the BFFAE and told he we were going.

Our seats were decent, but not great.  But hey, I'm not going to complain about free tickets.  During the break before Kenny went on stage, the BFFAE and I made our way to get some liquid refreshments.  We were standing in an impossibly long line when 2 sketchy guys approached us.  They were wearing cut-off camo shorts, black concert t-shirts, and had massive beer bellies.  The BFFAE did some modeling in college, so we were used to being approached.  These guys asked us if we wanted to go to the Sandbar.  The BFFAE bluntly told them we weren't interested in going to a bar with them.  The guy went on to tell me that the Sandbar was the area right in front of the stage.  They said they had wristbands to get us in and we could have them.  I skeptically asked what we had to do to get these magic wristbands.  They didn't want anything in return.  Well, okay, that was easy...

Hanging out with our favorite Event Staff guy.

Having a blast in the Sandbar.

We made our way down to the front of the stage and got right into the Sandbar.  It was awesome!  While we were there, we made friends with these 3 older intoxicated women.  They were hilarious.  They talked about how they were going to go backstage after.  They didn't have passes, but they were going to make it happen. Naturally, we joined in.  Somehow, we made it to the after party.  We were lined up outside of a room and had no idea what to expect.  They gradually let us in in groups of 2 or 3.  As we walked in, they handed us each a can of Red Bull and a bottle (like 1 liter) of Cruzan Rum.  No cups.  These people knew how to party.  Looking around, we saw a few musicians that were with Pat Green, but no Kenny.  Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him!  For 15 glorious seconds, we were partying together.

My future ex-husband.

The BFFAE ended up making friends with some of Pat Green's guys.  Some of Kenny's guys even joined us. At one point, Kenny's sexy fiddle player invited us back to the tour bus.  Of course, we went.  Keep in mind that this is well after midnight.  We walk out a back door and onto a giant purple Cruzan Rum presents Kenny Chesney's Flip Flop Summer Tour bus.  We were promptly told to keep our phones and cameras in our pockets and if we were seen using them, we'd be asked to leave.

Outside of the bus with Pat Green's musicians. 

Kenny's musicians (who still tour with him, by the way)

We hung out, enjoyed some liquid refreshments from the bus's bar, and danced with the musicians.  Standard.    I decided to take a break and sit down on the couch with the BFFAE danced with Kenny's guitar player.  I was getting sleepy and was in a bit of a haze from all of the awesomeness that was going on.  I felt someone sit down beside me on the couch.  I turn to see who it was and it was Kenny freaking Chesney!  I made my best attempt at conversation without sounding like a bumbling idiot.  Not sure it worked.  I don't even remember exactly what I said, but something along the lines of telling him it was a great show and I was a big fan.  I didn't want to sound like some stalker and go all Swim Fan on his fine ass.

Pay attention people, because this is where it gets good.  He put his hand on my knee and told me I was just the sweetest thing he'd ever seen and he kissed me on the forehead!  I almost died, y'all.  Best night of my life?  I think so.

Big pimpin',
A

Name That Tune

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I'm bringing awkward back.  Last night, the BFFAE (and crew) and I went to Name That Tune trivia, our Monday night ritual.  We had a group of 7, and ended up coming in 2nd place for the first two rounds and won the third round.  Go Team FU!  (For those of you wondering, that is our team name because a large majority of our team graduated or works for Furman University--hence the FU--whereas I am a proud Wofford Terrier...a rival.)  To give you a hint at how goofy we are, take a look at our answer sheet, filled out by Golf Guy:

Please note the number of players... #nerd

Towards the end of the night, we end the game with head-to-head Name That Tune battles.  As people were battling, this group of drunk men wandered in.  They were clearly out-of-towners, as they had on nametags on lanyards still.  The drunkest of the men, named Nicolas (I know because I saw his nametag) took a liking to two of the gals in our group, M.Penn and MG.  We noticed they were speaking French and discovered that they were French Canadian.  M.Penn and MG bailed and went to a neighboring bar.  A few minutes later, the Frenchies asked me and the BFFAE for directions to a nearby bar.  To be funny, the BFFAE gave them directions to the bar where the gals had fled.

Here is the text exchange between me and MG:

Moi:  We sent the Frenchies your way.  You're welcome.

MG:  Oh hell no.  I'm sending their maple syrup ass back your way.

MG:  OMG they're here.

Moi:  No refunds or exchanges.  Sorry!

I went over there with the BFFAE, Mr. S (the BFFAE's fiance), and Golf Guy.  Needless to say, the Frenchies made fools of themselves and were super sketchy.  It was a blast to witness.

We also decided that we needed to start a band that makes music solely out of sound effects.  I dubbed us The Onomonopias.  Clever.  We had our very first practice in the bar last night.  The train whistle noise was a big hit.  At one point, we looked around and pretty much everyone in the bar was trying it.  We are clearly the trendsetters.

I know I have some things I need to address on here (sweet acknowledgments, etc.) and I swear I will get to those.  Forgive me for being slowly.

Awkward hugs,

A

Famous in a small town.

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I've been a little absent from the blog, but with fairly good reason. Here are a few things that have been going on in my life.

My friend Vinny Hickerson was a contestant on this season of The Biggest Loser. I tuned in all season to see his amazing progress and texted with him after each episode to tell him how proud I was of his dedication. He ended up making it to the final episode and was up for the $100,000 weigh-in. Sadly, he lost by 3 pounds, but he lost an incredible 184 pounds. Way to go! He also proposed to his girlfriend and is planning a wedding. He deserves every bit of happiness. I met Vinny back in college. His band Trailer Choir played at several frat houses on campus and we quickly became friends. Their band signed with Toby Keith and they quickly made themselves a name in the country music industry. Check them out here. You won't regret it!

Hanging out with Big Vinny.

My company was asked to build some furniture for Extreme Makeover: Home Edition last month. We worked diligently on designs under the direction of Michael Moloney and we installed in the house on Friday. It was an incredible experience. I worked with a few other people in my office on the design and I think it will be great for the Friday family. We built a desk unit for the Study Room for the Friday children. The parents recently adopted the 5 siblings from foster care so that they wouldn't be separated. Isn't that incredible?! Unfortunately, they were strict with the no pictures policy on site and the episode will air as a Christmas special in 2012. (I got fussed at several times for trying to sneak pictures. Go figure.) But you can check out local news coverage here.

That's Ed in the red hard hat.

I've been crazy busy with orders for my jewelry business, Copper Alley. In an ideal world, I'd be able to stay home and make my jewelry all day, everyday. Now, if I could just get someone famous to wear my jewelry, I'd be set. Know any takers? Anyone want to do a blog review?

That's enough rambling for tonight!
A

Custom monogrammed necklace.

Bite me.

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I have an addiction that is slowly encroaching in on all of my thoughts and free time.  When I'm not doing it, I'm thinking about doing it.  It's a little embarrassing for a 25-year-old to be so engrossed with it.
What is it?
The Twilight Saga.  I said it.  I was not a fan when the series first came out.  I refused to read the books because nothing could be better than Ann Rice's Vampire Chronicles of my beloved Buffy.  When the first movie came out in theaters, SEW (my roommate at the time) convinced me to go see it with her.  I went, begrudgingly.  I didn't get it.  The acting was terrible and Kristen Stewart is painfully awkward to watch.  When New Moon was released in theaters, my friend Pearl Girl (who is 2 years older than I am) bought be a ticket so she didn't have to go by herself.  It was even worse than the first one.  I hadn't paid attention to the story line, the wolves were not believable, and I still didn't understand the fuss.  I remember the 15-year-old girls in front of us crying when the credits rolled, proclaiming through their sobs, "This is the best move EVER!"
Flash forward to last month.  I was channel surfing and saw that Twilight was on FX so I caved.  I actually didn't hate it.  Fast forward some more to Thanksgiving week.  Twilight was on TV again.  I watched.  Again.  And I liked it.  A lot.  I totally get the brooding vampire thing.  After all, I spent a great deal of my youth lusting after David Boreanaz as Angel (and even after James Marsters as Spike...anyone else?).  I can identify will Bella's longing for her soul mate.  I get it.  I'm not proud of that, but whatever.  Plus, Robert Pattinson is a Hottie McBody, even if he never bathes.

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I ended up buying the trilogy of DVDs on Black Friday for $3.99 each.  I couldn't stop there though.  I headed over to the library (for maybe the 10th time in my life) and checked out the audio books for Twilight and New Moon.  I'm close to being done with New Moon, and I can't contain myself.  I'm waiting until I finish the book before I re-watch the movie.
So there is my new guilty little pleasure.  I know, I'm a few years late to the party.  And if you're wondering, I'm Team Edward.  Bite me.
What are your guilty pleasures?
XOXO,Gossip Girl  A

P is for...

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I had a really awkward moment last night and it's my duty to share it with you. It's not pleasant, but it's incredibly awkward. You've been warned.

I had some errands to run after work and I really had to pee, but I didn't want to use a public restroom. I was convinced I could wait until I got to Mommy Dearest's house to meet her for dinner. I got to her house and rushed immediately to the bathroom. I hurriedly sat down on the toilet and commenced peeing like Austin Powers in his International Man of Mystery movie. You know the one? All of a sudden, I hear the sound of liquid splattering on the hardwood floor. I looked down in horror. Somehow, in my haste to urinate, I had done so with great force and unparalleled and accidental accuracy. I had managed to pee precisely through the tiny gap between the toilet bowl and the seat. Not only had I peed I the floor, but I'd peed all over my pants leg. I couldn't have managed that if I would have tried! How does that even happen?! Needless to say, I had some serious laundry to do.

What's the most awkward thing that's happened to you lately?

Sparkle hearts,
A

Let me paint you a picture...

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I'm a little brain-dead after the Thanksgiving weekend, so I'm going to share a few thoughts and pictures.  I promise I'll do better next week.

Princess Fiona does not approve of rainy Mondays.

I love this sign outside of the bathroom at Moe's.

I decided to get fancy with a DIY manicure: OPI Dating a Royal with Nicole Snow-Man of My Dreams.

Here is an owl necklace that I made this weekend for a friend. [Check out my jewelry--Copper Alley--here.]

And here is a monogrammed Copper Alley necklace that I made for The Pink Monogram.

Another DIY manicure with Orly Shine and Orly Luxe (before I cleaned it up).

Talk to me and let me know what you've been up to!
Sparkle hearts,A

Stuck a feather in my cap and called it macaroni.

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I don't have anything too exciting to share today, but I do have a bit of awkwardness.  I got dressed for work this morning in black pants and a grey sweater--cheery, right?  As I was walking out the door, I threw on this cute new headband to add a pop of color:

My boss walked by my desk this morning and stopped and stared at my head.  Oh, great. 

Boss: So does that have some kind of tribal significance?

Moi: [stares, puzzled]

Boss: You know...for your heritage?

Moi: [stares, dumbfounded]

Boss: Or are those special turkey feathers for Thanksgiving?

Really?  Do I look remotely tribal to you?  I'm about as pale/Caucasian as they come, y'all.  And does it look like I'm wearing turkey feathers in my hair?  That's it...I give up.  No more being trendy in the office.

Is my boss right?  Do I look like a tribal turkey?  Or is this cute?

Snuggles,

A

Here's another reason why cats rule and dogs drool.

Today is the day after Monday, so that means it's time for Talk To Us Tuesday.  It's this great thing over on Impulsive Addict's blog and y'all should check it out.  (And thank you, Impulsive, for giving me interwebs knowledge via Twitter in the wee hours.)

Now, what shall I talk about?

Poop.  I think that's a good start.  

I live in an apartment complex and most of my neighbors have dogs.  I do not.  I have Princess Fiona and I love her.  My complex has those handy doggy clean-up stations.  You know, the ones with the trashcan and the little baggies for picking up poop?  Well I apparently either live with the dumbest people in the world or the laziest.  I went outside last night to take the trash out and decided to go for a little walk afterwards.  I got back up to my apartment and I bent over to feed Fiona.  This put my face in close proximity to the litter box.  I smelled poop.  I checked, but her box was clean.  And then I saw it.  There was a giant turd on the bottom of my shoe.  And all over my beige carpet.  I was livid.  One of my stupid/lazy neighbors couldn't take the .2 extra seconds to pick up their dog's poop and I ended up stepping in it and tracking it back into my home.  Needless to say, I spent the remainder of the night cleaning, but I couldn't get the poop smell out of my nostrils.  I wish I knew who the guilty party was because I would have words with them.  And then I might scoop up the rest of the poop from the grass and leave them a nice present on their doormat.  Jerks.

Does anyone else have this problem where they live?  How would you deal with it?

Sparkle hearts,

A