Good February to You!

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January was the start of all great birthdays...probably because it's the beginning of the year duh.  However, I should probably say that October is the start of all great birthdays since after March this house is dull.  Haha!

Atkins has nothin' on this diet!

The Hohertz clan got infected with some sort of stomach virus.  Matt lost his beer belly.  Mom's down in pounds.  Dad's handing out subscriptions to the diet plan in the form of kisses.  I don't quite know what Caleb and Heather are up to.  I'm slugging through shifts at dog land. And...in case you didn't know...T.M.I. ALERT T.M.I. ALERT T.M.I. ALERT... Blue dye number one turns your poop green.  Mmmm electrolytes!

YOU'RE SO BLACK AND WHITE, how do you do it?

If someone ever calls me "Black and White" ever again I'll probably punch them in the throat.  That would make me feel good. You know someone has no idea who you are when they throw that kind of dis out into the wind just to make themselves feel better.  Do you know how many different kinds of people can make up a city?  If you're planning on moving to my town you better change your brains because your view is what's black and white.  "We run things, things don't run we."  Miley Cyrus is probably being run by things, lets be real, but at least she has a good lyric to live by.  Run life, don't let life run you.  I am not just Black or just White.  I am not just the grey scale in between.  I am every color imaginable and all of the tints and shades in between.  I run my life.  It only matters what you say because it helps know that I'm not the crazy one here.  I'm going to go back to being the color of beeswax now (which is many different tints and shades of yellow).

When life hands you pork loin and sour cream...

When life hands you pork loin and sour cream, MAKE ENCHILADAS! 

      For dinner last night my mom wanted to do something with the leftover lackluster pork loin we had for our Christmas lunch.  You handed me this huge tub of sour cream and told me to figure out how to make a sauce out of it.
      This is how it went:  I need a bowl.  Probably a medium-ish one.  Got it.  Okay...hmmm...this "Rotel" would be good in it.  I should get drained, yup.  Done.  Ok, well, I don't think cream of mushroom will do it Mom, sorry.  What else do we have?  Ooh, cream of chicken.  Plop.  Stir.  Should I put milk in it?  But we have this leftover cream, I'll use that.  Now it needs sea salt, celery salt, chili powder, and pepper.  Sweet.  I think dumping some cheese in here will be a super idea.  What's a little more dairy to this diet?  Now, lets load these babies up!

That's how it went down.

And, then we ate impressively yummy enchiladas.

Go to bed. Wake up already!

I bought my first ever songs on iTunes a smidgen ago.  I thought maybe I'd just find the freebies forever and ever and live on that way...but then I stopped using my shuffle therefore I stopped logging into iTunes.  I've been jamming out to Pandora lately and decided that I needed to get the songs that make me feel good in my "Library" so I could jam jam all the tam tam.  There's one that makes me sad though.  Oh well, I tend to over analyze songs anyways.

Last night I went to bed a smidgen after 9:30 PM and tonight I was about to pass out but then decided that it would be a bad idea to keep up with that routine or else I would never have a life again.  That life is for babies:  Eat, Sleep, Poop. 

I have a humidifier in my room.  My throat is really dry.  Mad days.

I put a new floor down, made out of cement slabs, in my kiln shed.  Next weekend we are going to "fire proof" the walls with tin.  Dad hopes to get it done before Christmas but I was shooting for around this time next year.  Just kidding...maybe.  I told my dad that I need to time my attention span.

I'm watching The Carrie Diaries on Netflix and I like it because duh it's about young love that's full of adventure and cuties and fashion la la ta da.  I'm not ready to move on, not so long as I'm still having dreams of the guy, so I'll just stick to other people's love stories, ie. The Mindy Project, New Girl, Glee.  Oh my.  I so thought I was ready.  I just want to crawl into a hole...and knit.  I don't want to knit, but it just sounded funny. 

The Crackerdog-Date-Setup was a bust...and now I realize that he was such a dud to begin with.  I think he was talking about stuff because he thought that's what I wanted to talk about but really I thought that's just what he liked to talk about and it all ended up as if he were the adolescent one (though of course we all have our quarks) and the Cdog girls think he's older.  Did I mention that we were basically the same height...hashbrowns, not a winner.

I just want to use hash tags now...but I don't have a twitter to make it seem useful.  I do have an instagram now, which makes my bored moments not so.  Hashbrowns, someday.

Okay, I can go to bed now.  

Hair Stories

OK, so a while back, before I left for camp this summer, I mentioned that I was going to start at point 1 on growing my hair out. Look where I am!!! ...point 2. I could be farther along but I like my hair worry free for the summer so I had it cut back 2 months in. I went and got a trim around the 20s of October and plan to wait at least 8 weeks for another. If I'm good I'll wait 2 months! I should try for the length of point 3 before I trim anything ...but I hate it when my hair has no shape.

Either way I'm going to be practicing patience quite a bit. Ready...set...GROW!!!

Jumping for joy

Just went to Jumpoline the other night with a handful of new friends! I love friends of friends that become friends! Especially when it involves fun stuff.  I'm sucking down a huge Margarita right now so cheers to new friends!