Christmas at My House

It's been a while since I've last posted, but I'm too busy studying for finals for an official post right now... so I thought you guys might lie to see some pictures of how my Christmas endeavors are going!

Timmy made my stocking....

 

...and I made his!

We've wrapped the presents....

...and wrapped our own wreath.

So now it's Christmas!

No Money, Honey

     So usually, people approach this subject with difficulty. They find these words hard to express, and generally just embarrassing. But here it goes... I'm broke!

     B. R. O. K. E.

     All of my money has gone to either Christmas funds or classes. Sure, sure, I'll have my money back soon. In fact, someone owes me over 100 dollars, and they should have it soon. Still, that doesn't change the fact that I have NO MONEY right now.

    Just yesterday I had to raid the couches for gas money so that I could get to work!

    And it get's worse... I think Tim is getting sick. He's been congested, achy, and just feeling all around gross. Of course, I know several techniques in alternative healing that could help him, but he refuses to let me use them. He either thinks they're weird or he just plain doesn't want to do what I tell him,  But that doesn't do either of us any good.

   Urgh! Why is he so bull headed?

 
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Anyways, I promised to post something about our ornaments, so here goes:
 SPARKLY PINE CONES


So basically, this is what you're gonna need:

• Dry Pine Cones
• Small Squirt Bottle
• Liquid Glue
• Ribbon scissors
• Glitter
• Newspaper (To avoid a mess)

   First, fill half of the squirt bottle with water and pour at LEAST half the container of glue into the water. Shake until the glue and water become a solution. Make sure there is enough glue to make the solution sticky.

   Second, spray the pine cone with the solution. Spray generously, so that when you apply the glitter, it will stay.

   Glitter away.

   LIGHTY spray the cone once more ( to settle the glitter) and leave it to dry. Then, when it gets through drying, wrap a ribbon around the base of the cone (the biggest end) and tie it off, making a loop.

ENJOY!

Falling All Over Again

     So, yesterday morning I woke up in a terrible mood. I didn't want to speak to anyone, I didn't want to see anyone, and I definitely was not in the holiday spirit. As Tim and I had discussed the day before, we  had plans to go holiday shopping. So I dragged myself out of bed, got a shower, and threw on some clothes.

     About three miles down the road, Tim turned to me and asked, "Are you okay? You've been acting weird ever since you got out of the shower this morning."

     Of course I realized how I was acting, making unnecessary sighs and throwing my cell phone down after checking my texts, but I couldn't really pin point why I was being so pissy. So I just told him that I just wasn't happy this morning in the nicest way I could.

     We drove down to the Waffle House for some breakfast. A tall, plain-looking waitress approached us, wearing a beautiful smile and caring eyes.

     "What can I get for y'all this morning?" Her sing-songy voice let me know that she'd asked this question a million times before, but her kindness still felt genuine.Tim and I both placed our orders, and she tottered off behind the desk.

     "What can I do make you feel better? I don't like it when you're upset." Tim spoke softly to me. I just shrugged in response.

     Another worker was mopping beside our table, and saw us sitting there.

     "So, which one of you boy's wants to work off your meal?" She joked, pretending to offer the mop to us.

     Then, Tim went to respond and his hand tipped the top of his glass of iced tea over. Tea spread across the entire booth, until it had successfully landed in my lap. He just sat there with a surprised look on his face for a moment, when suddenly the worker busted out in laughter. Tim joined her laughing, and soon I did too.

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Later that night, Tim was supposed to take me out to see Harry Potter 7 (part1). We rushed to the theater, afraid we'd be too late for the showing, only to find that it was canceled due to screen problems. So instead we went to see Love and Other Drugs, which I expected to be a cheesy romantic comedy.

      It surprised me, though! Not only was there a LOT of nudity in this film, but the underlying story was pretty sweet as well. Gyllenhaal's character starts out as a player-type guy who fall's in love with a girl who has Parkinson's. The movie has more to it than that, but I'd hate to ruin it for you. I'd give it 2 and a half out of 5 stars.

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     After the movie, we came home, wrapped gifts and made a couple of decorations. (I'll include those in a future posts).

     Overall, though, I've come to the conclusion that I'm falling in love all over again.

Tis the Season!

     Hello to the blogging community, from your old friend, Kent! I know it has been a loooong while since I posted anything, but I'm back and ready for some good old blogging action.

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 So let's play some catch-up... 
*Tim and I have been back together for about a month now. Things are not exactly the same, but I'm still much happier than when we were apart.

*I have an ear piercing and a tattoo, thanks to the persuasiveness of my dear friend holly (mentioned in the "Important People" tab.) who I have grown specifically close to throughout my single-hood.

*I had my Halloween party, which was a total failure by the way, and have managed to work myself into the Christmas spirit.

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     So today, Tim and I cut our own Christmas tree... from my very own back yard. Yeah, there are SOME perks to living in the middle of Nowhere, Alabama. Anyways, this year we are creating our OWN decorations for the tree. Right now, I've got some pine cones, construction paper, glitter, and glue, so I'll just be sure to let the decorations come as a surprise to you all.

    While we were out trimming the tree, a Christmas miracle happened. You see, since this is our first Christmas together, we've never had a proper tree topper (or even a tree for that matter, really). But while under the car pool area, I happened to look up to see an old, molded, and broken Christmas angel. The poor girl was so covered in dirt and grime, and her dress was practically falling to pieces. So I brought her inside, stripped all of those old rags off, and gave her a proper rinse. Soon after-wards, Tim was wrapping her in fabric.

   
     The dress was eventually finished, and it was time to add some ribbons and wingdings (and her wings), so that she was finally ready to take flight. And when the moment of truth came, it was magical. She now sits atop the tree, surrounded by beautiful lights, for the world to see. Something about that slight grin she wears tells me she's happy to see another Christmas.

On my way

     There's something so refreshing about acceptance. I've been going through some serious troubles lately, and I've just now been able to accept that things are exactly as they are. I've done all I can, now I just have to leave it alone and let things happen the way they are supposed to. I feel so much better, knowing that even though there is nothing I can do, I will be alright.

     Meanwhile, I'm getting ready for Halloween! I have sooo many plans for my upcoming Halloween party, and I'm so excited to get started. (this is the pumpkin I chose for this year's Jack-o-lantern. It's beautiful!

They're coming to take me away , hoho

Tonight was great. A nice break from the usual boredom of the four corners of my bedroom. Braxton, and I went to the local Fair and had a blast. I met up with Holly and a couple of other friends, and just cut up the whole time. here are a few pics...

Trying my best

     I have decided that I'm just not going to blog about my relationship status for a while. It's too complicated to update right now. I, myself, am suffering from whiplash. So, until I get my stuff together, just know that I am single and friends with Tim.

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     So, you may ask, what trouble have I been getting into lately? To answer that question, I'll just say ALL SORTS! Another question you may have is probably something to the effect of, why is there a picture of a strip pole next to this entry? Well don't jump to conclusions just yet, hear me out.

     The other night my good friend Holly took me, her guy-friend, and my friend Braxton to Club 1120, a regular (non-gay) club in Birmingham. Well The first thing I did was get out there on that dance floor and show those straight boys what a REAL dancer looks like. I must admit I showed them up, and was later surrounded by some very talented and beautiful black women. Not too much later, the DJ put Beyonce's Single Ladies on.

     For those of you who do not know, I have this dance rehearsed and practiced down to a tee.



     When I say this, I'm not exaggerating a bit. I had EVERY eye on me. The other people on the dance floor stopped dancing.. even the people at the bar turned around to see the guy who danced like Beyonce. When I finished, I got a roar of applause!

     However, it quickly went downhill. I was wearing a muscle shirt, and the bouncers approached me saying that I needed more clothing, forcing me to squeeze back into my hot over-shirt, while I watched the girls run around the room in bikinis. Not only that, but when I went out to dance with Braxton, they started walking towards me as if they were going to separate us. I wanted to avoid a scene, so I quit dancing with him. Finally, I'd been staring the pole in the corner of the room the whole night. I'd watched those girls who thought they knew what they were doing spin around it. So, I decided I wanted a go. Almost when I had a good crowd around me, the bouncers shouted "HEY!" and prodded me off the pole... with a broomstick. How embarrassing.

     While I did have SOME fun at the club, I don't think I'll be returning anytime soon. Oh, and the DJ suuuucked.