Honey Badger Don't Give a Shit...

So why should I?! 

I think I could learn alot from the honey badger.  I think I could learn that I should never let anything stand in my way.  That everything has the potential to have its head ripped off no matter size, venom, or fight.

I could also learn that there are vultures and thieves always waiting around for my scraps and leftovers.

I could ALSO learn that I am often times a ruthless bitch and maybe I need to calm down... just a tad ;)

So this weekend was interesting.  I met a guy who thinks he is God's gift to the world... except that he doesn't believe in God.  Oops.  Strike one!  He is 27 going on extreme immaturity.  Oops. Strike two! And he thinks me wanting to have children some day is naive because what is the point of children other than adding to an already overpopulated world?  Oops.  Strike three! He was already out before the evening really began, but let's not stop at three.  This is fun :)  Let's keep going!

Strike four: He lives off mommy and daddy's money.  Strike five: He doesn't like loud or crowded bars.  Strike six: He definitely comes on strong because I think he is used to getting what he wants (he was SHOCKED that a girl would turn him down for a kiss....Ummm... sorry buddy, I didn't even get a DATE out of you) ;)  I could go on.  But regardless, pretty sure if you looked up the word 'tool' in the dictionary.  You might see his picture in one of the definitions.  But to be nice he did have a decent body and pretty eyes.  Always look at the bright side, right?!

Oh what else?  I worked a boring event for catering.  Note to those getting married abroad:  Do not come home and just have a reception party because from experience I have seen that about 55-60% of the RSVP'd guests show up and the mood just isn't there like a wedding at home.  Save your money and do a backyard bbq.

I got into it with two good gal pals.  Sometimes hurt can come out in the worst way and worst time possible.  The funny thing was I couldn't figure out just WHY I was hurt and crabby until the next day.  You ever have that?  You are just upset and hurt about something and you have no freaking clue why?  Well that was me.  Just angry for no good reason at the time, but at least I figured it out later and worked with it from there.  Alcohol can be your best friend sometimes... or your worst enemy.  I hate being such a crabby bitch sometimes, but I have also learned that sometimes... sometimes... it is valid.

I also got to finally see the last Harry Potter movie.  I am a dork, I know, but I really do enjoy that imaginary break sometimes!  Got to go with my oldest niece.  Love her!

Also got to go to the zoo for the first time this year and experience my sister's daily life.  I got to play mommy to my two unbelievably gorgeous, blonde nieces.  Two completely different personalities, but still a lot to handle.  But I loved it.  Every minute of it.  I have one being a perfect angel just enjoying the show and I have one being dramatic because I won't let her run in her flip flops!  But I got to learn how to handle two children in a very crowded place while dealing with drama while starving and hot and struggling with lack of sleep and a big red wagon that doesn't fit anywhere.  But again... can I just say how much I loved it?  How much I loved acting like these two beauties were MINE?  Like this was my life every day.  Because with all that fuss comes that moment when they need you.  When my 5 year old niece wants me to hold her while waiting in line for the train because she needs to feel loved and wants to 'schnug' my hair and hug me and even though she is getting big and my arms are cramping.. I refuse to put her down.  These girls are my life.  They are a HUGE reason I am still living close to home (I can't miss them growing up.  I can't not be there for them and the rest of my family).  The reason I am still around... because how could I ever cause them pain if I can help it?  My oldest niece and HER daughter were also at the zoo.  My great-niece would she be called??  Amazing that at the age of 30 I was already in the presence of three generations of my immediate family and I am the OLDEST.  Life is crazy.  Family is soooooo great!  Really!

And then to top off my weekend I finally got some sleep.  I did a little shopping.  Had dinner with a friend.  Played and dominated at putt putt (still undefeated thank you very much!) and then came home... got a few chores done, but not nearly as much as I wanted and then crashed extremely early for the evening.

Now if that isn't one freaking eventful weekend... I don't know what is!