Sheridan Trails

So I have this bad( ish ) habit of talking stuff to death. It can be anything really. Recently it has been this trip to London. I am sorry, but I can't stop thinking about it. I am BEYOND excited for it. Here is a small list of things I will be doing/want to do but may run out of time/money for: Go to the Tower of London (mom bought tickets, so this is a guarantee) See Joe's football game (main reason for the trip) See platform 9 3/4 and take about a hundred picks of me running into it (I never said I wasn't going to be a cheesy tourist) See more Harry Potter stuff Go to the Globe Theater Go on the London Eye Shop a lot Go to Piccadilly Circus Take a cheesy picture on Abbey Road Go to a Halloween parade with friend Courtney Go to a gum factory (somehow this got into the mix) Go to a pub or two Make a friend with a local Go to Notting Hill and pretend to be Julia Roberts ("I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her" < I will probabl

'nuff said see you on the flip side

Andrea has asked me to write something for her blog and I thank her for her gracious offer. I , like most of you, have enjoyed reading her funny takes about life in Sheridan and just about her life in general. Am not sure that I can match her wit and wisdom with what I am going to write but I will try my best so, here goes. In the very near future our family is going on a trip to London. What is special about this trip for me is that all of us as a family will be together. Now this is a rare occurrence because all of my children live in different parts of the country so you can imagine my joy at us being together. We have taken many trips as a family and on these trips we always seem to have a great time and things go smooth for the most part. But, there will come a time in the trip when my loving children accuse their dad of being “in the zone”, and believe me this is not a compliment. I think “ in the zone” for them means that I am determined, by any means necessary to have a g

I know this blog is supposed to be about my adventures in Wyoming. I think I only write about my Wyoming adventures 45% of the time. Most other posts are about funny/weird stories from years past. But whatever. This is my blog. I can make it confusing if I want to. But today I will write about my adventures in Wyoming. I have been pretty busy with work, so when I finally leave work, I want to relax. My idea of relaxing is hanging out with friends. I am alone all day in my office, so after work, I crave human interaction. Last night, I worked late. My friend Carrie and I had made plans to play tennis after work, but both of us didn't get off work until after dusk/dark (around 6:30.....I do not like how short the days are becoming). So I just went over and had dinner at her house. She had just gone on vacation and needed to buy a thank you present for her brother for watching her dogs. (I know I am adding an unnecessary amount of detail, but I can't stop myself). So she was getti

This picture is of me in middle school. I have a number of questions about it. All of them will not be able to be answered. But here they are. Why am I eating a caramel apple pop with braces? Why is my hair pulled back in a ridiculously tight pony tail? Was I really this much taller than all my friends? Puca shell necklace....why? Weird button down t-shirt....why? Ugh. those braces. Did you know I used to have a spacer on my upper jaw? I had to crank it everyday. It worked. I could fit 2 quarters side-by-side in between my front teeth. There's some awkward middle school truth for you.

I went to "Friday Fight Night" ....on Friday. It is like amateur UFC fighting. WAY WAY amateur. I know nothing about UFC fighting. Other than they are in a cage. And they fight. I think I last watched any sort of fighting on TV, it was of Hulk Hogan. And his shirt ripping. I went with my friend Lucas. And met up with Michelle and others. I felt bad because Lucas had to explain everything to me. This drawing sucks....but I didn't feel like adding tons of detail. Basically they are in this cage and they wrestle around. It goes on for 3 rounds. and each round is 90 seconds long. Some of the matches took up all the time and the winner won based off points. Other rounds were over in 2 punches. Either way it was awesome. All of it was. My favorite part of the whole night was people watching. I am a people watching freak. This is the basic uniform of every single male in attendance. They all looked like they have been injecting steroids into their eyeballs for far too long. It w

So I was just joking about the dad post. He will be writing something soon, just not today. Sorry for the tease. I work in a church. They have donated an office for me to work out of. It is in the back corner, it's like a dungeon, but I like it. The church building is super old, so I can hear just about everything from my little office. There is a lot of pipe creakage, sometimes it sounds like someone is dragging a huge metal bomb across a metal floor. I have kind of tuned that one out, it freaks me out a little bit. I hear choir practice. Remember the hallelujah chorus post? Well every Friday afternoon a man comes to one of the rooms in the basement and does music lessons. It's usually for middle school kids and younger. And it is adorable. They do everything. Some play the sax, some sing, some play the piano. They all pretty much suck, but I still love Fridays because of them. I get to eavesdrop on little kids squeaking out notes on a violin or trumpet. They try so hard. It&

I am doing this new thing where I have people write posts for me on Friday. I think my blogger tomorrow is going to be..... ..... drum roll ...... my dad. To prepare all of you for his divine wisdom (or idiot savant- ish wisdom), I will give you a nice story about my father. I realize I tend to exaggerate a lot (I get this from my mother...it makes for better story telling), but all of this information is factual. No padding. My parent's raised us Baptist. Initially the church we attended was nice. Very family friendly. Then it started getting huge. and not really that great. So we left. Eventually, my family landed in a pretty awesome church that wasn't nutso . It's a family thing. We like to go to church. One of our many Sunday traditions (along with big family lunch, football, and nap time), is dad's sermon-after-the-sermon. My parent's met at Tennessee Temple, a southern baptist college. This shocks you if you know my parents. My dad is very philosophical. He l

I went to Greece awhile ago. I'm thinking a lot about past vacations. And Greece was an AWESOME experience. I went over there for school. I did a bunch of stuff. I joined a band on a boat ride over to Samos. We never went on tour. I went to this one place and I TOTALLY forgot the name of it. But it was glorious. There were all these jagged cliffs and perched on top were monasteries. I visited the monasteries. Let me say it again. It was glorious. I also went to a big amphitheater. You could stand in the center of the stage and talk, or whisper, or shuffle your feet. And the person at the very top of the seat could hear you. Those Greeks were crafty. I also had to endure an 8 hour train ride in a cramped compartment with 5 other girls and their luggage. How did I cope? I knocked myself out with 2 Dramamine and 3 aspirins. I was out the whole time. I also took a jaunt over to Turkey and saw the first Library ever. It was pretty awesome. Loads of tourists. And hella hot that day. But

In couple weeks, I am going on a family vacation. I haven't been on a family vacation for a good 4 years. I love our family vacations. Have you seen those Chevy Chase vacation movies? Well my family is the Griswolds. We are that boisterous family that somehow found their way into the cool club. Totally on accident. So to celebrate this upcoming family vacation, I will tell you some HILARIOUS stories from our last family vacation. We went to Hawaii for ten days. I remember everything from that trip. Because it was the best consecutive ten days of my life. And I kept telling myself to remember this trip. I learned how to surf , listened to whales, went to a luau, and a bunch of other stuff. Funny story #1 My favorite day was when we went snuba diving. It's not scuba because you are attached to this tank that is on a raft. So you can't really dive that deep. My mom and dad didn't want to snuba, so they just snorkeled at the top of the water. Joe, Alli and I all snubaed. I

So I was going to write a post yesterday, but I didn't because I was sick. It was actually the best day to be sick. I had no plans, it was cold and blustery outside (which I loved), and I had the house to myself. I love my roommate, but sometimes it's nice to have a whole day all alone. So I took full advantage of that. Now I am partially recovered and at work. I have this big ol fundraiser coming up and I am a bit behind in work. I was going to come in yesterday, but didn't. I don't really want to write about this so I will stop. What I DO want to write about is this AWESOME fight I witnessed at the bar on Friday night. Let me set the scene. I was hanging out with a group of friends by the back of the bar. It was the place's anniversary "party" so it was pretty busy. And every single guido that lives in Sheridan was there. Let me give you a visual. This is a guido. So, you know, just visualize the biggest prick you can, that that is a guido. The back door

Hey. So this is not andrea. Can you guess who it is? You are probably wrong because its Melissa! From HoneyBee Hive <--That's my blog. I don't live there. I am from Canada and I am a guest here today at Andrea's Awesome blog. I had Andrea guest post on mine a couple days ago and it was a gooood time. Since Andy (she hates that but I shall call her that today) likes to paint pictures I will try to do that as well since most of her readers are expecting that. So here goes. Today I am going to teach you how to make an awesome rockin pumpkin for halloweeen! Find some laundry duct (no idea if thats what its called) I found some in the basement of our apartment. It was just sitting on top of the garbage. SCORE! (btw. i am using an online paint program and it wont let me use the fill!!! so thats why it looks crummy.. i will do better next time) Wrap it around so that it makes a circle..like a pumpkin..you get the idea. Secure it somehow. Mine ripped because it was too short

I decided that every Friday I am going to have a guest blogger. It will be whoever really wants to do it. So if you want to write a guest post for me, let me know. Hopefully it will be someone new each time. But it could end up being the same few people And that would be cool too. Happy Friday all!

My friend Dana took this picture and I like it. A lot. I love fall. Just thought I would share that with you all. Moving on now... I am a strong believer in listening to one's inner voice. Or your gut. Or common sense. Whatever you want to call it. I am impulsive, spontaneous, and rash. I blame it on my gut. Everything I have done in my life has eventually worked out. I knew it would. And it has. So last night, I went over to my friend Kim's house. Every week, Kim, Kim's hubby Eric, Jason, Julie and I meet somewhere on Wednesday to watch Survivor. I actually really don't like that show. But I like the dinner and the company. So I suck it up. Well last night I really didn't want to go. Initially. I just wanted to lounge around the house and be lazy. But I knew I would regret not going. And I knew once I got there, I would have fun. And guess what? I did. I had the best time I have had all week. I was able to laugh with friends, drink some wine, eat awesome food. And

Sorry about the weird post this morning. I'm in a funk. Here is another funny story from the past you might enjoy. It is about the first time I ever went into a coffee shop by myself and ordered a drink. It was the winter and we had just adopted our dog Bubba. He was really headstrong and needed a lot of work. It was early in the morning and my mom had just taken him outside. When she came back in, I guess he was doing something bad and she was going to bop him on the nose. He was really playful and was nipping at her. Somehow she caught her finger on his tooth and ripped it open. My mom likes to freak out. Too much sometimes. Granted, her finger was sliced open like a sausage. She came upstairs to wake me up. She says "Andrea, you need to take me to the emergency room RIGHT NOW!" Not the best way to wake someone up. So I shoot out of bed and we get into the car. I must have just been 16, because I had no idea where I was going. And completely unsure about my driving abil

I do not know how to properly handle crisis. This stems from never really having to deal with crisis before. And for that I am thankful. But right now, my family is going through a mini-crisis. And all I seem to be doing about it is sleeping. I am not able to go home right now and deal with it or help out in any way. So I am in this waiting phase. All of this is to say that I have been sleeping a crap ton, and having an even harder time waking up. I have 3 alarms set on my phone. One goes off at 5AM and the snooze lasts about 15 mins. Enough time for me to fall into my REM cycle again. The next goes off at 6AM and has a 5 min snooze delay. The third goes off at 7AM and has a 2 min delay. And I still get up at around 8AM. Except today, I am going to a swimming class with Kim this morning. So I had to come into work early. And let me tell you, THAT was a struggle.

I'm in a funky mood today because of several unfortunate circumstances. But instead of bringing you all down, I decided I would try to cheer you all up. Or at least cheer myself up. So I am going to tell you a pretty hilarious story from awhile ago. I think I was in high school when this took place. My mom, sister and I were going swimsuit shopping. Every single woman knows that swimsuit shopping basically blows. I get car sick swimsuit shopping. I hate it. Mostly because when you have to go swimsuit shopping, it is still winter-ish outside. When your body hasn't seen the light of day for a good 4 months. And florescent lights are incredibly unflattering. Swimsuit shopping blows. Shopping with my mom is like shopping with a fricken nun. I am pretty buxom (thank you mother). So hiding my blessings in a swimsuit is a joke. A big joke. So mother won't buy Alli and I swimsuits unless she approves. And she won't approve unless they cover EVERYTHING. Which rarely happens in o

I am boring. I like being boring. I like being boring on Sundays. And I was really boring today. Whenever I have a day like I had today, I ALWAYS think about that saying "Live like today was your last day"....or whatever. And then I feel bad. Because I didn't do anything significant. You will see. So today, I woke up around 8am, but didn't have to be anywhere until 11. And because I love sleeping more than many things in my life, I decided a hour or two more would be the best thing to do. Well, I never set an alarm on the weekends, and I slept until 10;45....accidentally. Joe's game started at 11. Normally I would be fine watching Joe's game a bit late, but I had to do a play by play for my mom. She was staying at my aunt's house and they didn't get the game there. So I wake up too late. But because I honestly don't seriously care about my appearance, I just run and brush my teeth, change into some clean clothes and bolt over to Jake and Brenda'

dearest a ndrea, how honored i am that you bestowed this task upon me...i haven't been bestowed with anything...ever! i'm thrilled, i might as well hijack your blog. clearly i didn't finish reading " Blogging for Dummies," and can't make my own blog. (and Jersey Shore marathons always seem to get in the way of anything remotely productive.) i will do my best to be as witty as you. i originally was going to post all sorts of embarrassing pictures of you from our youth, but then i realized not only are they tucked away neatly in creative memory scrapbooks, courtesy of my mother, but i am in them. and, the early nineties mixed with my fashion sense, or lack there of, is well, frightening, remember the bows? eek. on the TOP of my head of all places. and that vest that was sewed to my shirt? yikes. so, to spare you, but mostly, selfishly, myself, i've dedicated this post to your favorite weather man. 10 things you need to know about peter: 1. he likes

This is not a joke. Or a test. I am having a celebrity blogger blog a post for me. Yes, this is happening. Stay tuned.