"i" versus "I" between me and Famous

It's come to my attention that I tend to really get into my blog when my husband is out of town. And then 3 things happen... I drink wine, smoke cigs, and start thinking... which then leads me to believe that I have intelligent things to say that everyone wants to hear. (and it takes me 3 times as long to write because I usually use "i" instead of "I" and I delete and reverse because if I become a famous blogger, I don't want to be criticized for lack of grammar and such... exhausting)

The purpose of tonights blog has nothing to do with recipes or baby things or DIY crafts that are "so what I'll do this weekend" like all the other blogs are about that have the thousands of followers (which I'm not jealous about at all, but it would really make me feel so much better about myself if I did, but I love My Seven, so seriously, I don't care, I mean, whatever).

On a side note, does anyone hate smocking on little boys as much as I do??! dear God! give them a chance at being straight! put a small man child in smocking and you might as well give him a plush penis toy too! girls fine.. call me stereotypical, but come on. (note to YOU... PacSun for my kids when I get pregnant) If future baby Palmer is a girl, bring on the watermelon/4th of July flag/cupcake smock dress... if I have a boy, don't even think about it. (might as well live in Germany in the 20's and give him knee high white socks,white patent leather shoes, and a jumper...that is the only way I would accept smocking...and your time has passed. let it go...)

soo... what were we talking about? who knows... I could look back but that would ruin the intriguing convo we are having now.

well, look at me... writing and not paying attention to my new puppies... so my wear-resistant outdoor rug is now half unraveled because mommy wasn't paying attention and "wear-resistant" doesn't refer to puppies. dammit. they did a damn good job of unraveling it and now I could scrutinize it and make my own mat. but that would be a new DIY post...

In Memoriam... Reposted, - Ish...

so everyone always does these "guest posts", and, being the "experienced blogger" I am, I just don't have a clue what they are talking about... like, your blog is sooo important, but you'll be out of town so you have to have someone make up for your lost days. (well, these people do have thousands of followers, and I have 7, but I still think it's silly... I'm following your blog, not a strangers...

so, in honor of that, I'm posting a guest blog. from myself. from circa 2008 or something. I got a lot of positive feedback and thought, "what the hell, let's repost!"

so here is a little diddy of something I wrote when my trusty manual shift, candy apple red, 1997 eclipse broke down and officiallly died. at least she knew I couldn't handle it and she waited until the one time my dad decided to take it in for an oil change and she flat out quit on the feeder road of the 114w, in Southlake... please, love and remember her as I did..

well, shoot. the damn thing won't "copy" and "paste". This is why I only have 7 followers... b/c i can't do anything techni-logically (yes, two words) right.

ok, now i've set the mood and I hate to delete words I've already written soo... hold and you'll get the car's obit soon. :) love you, My Seven.

Hello?! Is She Here?!

Things I've Learned In the Last Month Since I Haven't Blogged:

Im the worst blogger ever... apparently, to keep a following, you must keep blogging. I still love and appreciate my 7 followers. thank you for your support.

If your new puppy has something in his mouth, don't smell it. Because he'll jump on you at the exact time you are smelling and you'll eat it. And only THEN will you realize he eats poop. And now you eat it too. Second hand poop, nonetheless.

Definitely get a puppy before a baby. I've learned mountains about my new husbands ability to take care of things... aka he doesn't, and it's all up to you until you create a "routine" (thank you little sister Brooke) and then he'll catch on. (God willing...)

Thinking about working out does not make you lose weight you gained since your wedding. No matter how hard you try... weight does not "fall off" and whoever came up with that term can suck it.

Boobs do get you free drinks. (duh, i just wanted to say boobs)

If you have a best friend in another time zone, it's perfect if she doesn't work, because she can talk whenever you can. If said friend gets a job, communication fails and then it's very inconvenient because now you have to work around both schedules.

I am jealous of my single friends... only b/c a random weekend away comes up and I can't jump on the bandwagon b/c i have to "check" with my husband. I hated that when I was single with married friends. But I get it now... I don't like it, but I get it.

Sex can be "wham bam" or "sexy... yeah" and it's still super great either way. (mom, don't tell dad I said that... if he asks, I've never done it and my future babies are related to Jesus b/c I've "never seen a penis"... im serious.)

People who weigh less than 120 lbs really piss me off. Not b/c I'm J, but b/c they probably think I'm J and im more grossed out than anything.

ok guys, I think I'm back. between moving, puppies, actually making it one year married without missing my sister and her shoe sharing too much, I think I can fit yall back into my schedule.

xoxo Casey :)

My New Babies

After less than a year of marriage, Steven and I are going to be parents!!! Now, stop assuming I'm pregnant or we are having a man child. Because we're not... we're having puppies! That's right, two puppies! And as fate has it, they are being dropped off at our new house... the same day our furniture is being dropped off at our house. Yes, we are moving into a new house too! And it's all happening this Saturday. 4 days. Have we packed? no. Have we bought puppy supplies? yes.

Augusta Georgia Palmer

Arnold Palmer

I feel the need to overwhelm the internet and my friends, with pictures of my babies. So here are my babies, Arnold and Augusta Georgia, and the necessities we have purchased.

My life is about to change in a major way.

You know it's a bad day when...

The stretchy pants you're wearing are a little too snug so you go put on your husbands boxers which are a much better fit.

As of now, I am officially Ana*.

*Ana = Anorexic (thanks to CL for teaching me lingo such as this... also included is Appy = Appetizer which my husband now uses frequently. that's kind of weird)

Funny that immediately after becoming anorexic, I mention Appys... I think I'll only be Ana until breakfast tomorrow, but it's a good start, right?

Moving Day?! We Totally Forgot

Have you ever moved? I've moved plenty of times... But this time is different. I might be a little over the top excited, but you need to understand something. We are currently living on the 3rd floor of an apartment, no elevator. read: no elevator. I have received many blood blisters on my arms from carrying the plastic bagged groceries all in one trip because I refuse to make multiple trips. I'll leave eggs in the car before I make a second trip. Call me lazy, but I prefer to think of myself as efficient. (and maybe a little lazy). I still have 10 yards of fabric in my front seat because I really can't be bothered to take it upstairs, just to bring it back down again for my reupholstering! Obviously!

So here we are. We are moving. Next Saturday. It's Thursday night. We have plenty of boxes to move, but the one problem is, they are empty. I keep thinking that I'll wake up in the morning and it'll be done. (I believed a little too much of Bewitched and I Dream of Jeanie. Both are still on TV, and yes, I still try to twitch my nose and wiggle my belly. Let's just say you don't want to be around when I'm doing that...not attractive).

So what do I do? Do I actually have to pack the stuff myself? You can't blame me for this mentality. When I moved to LA... bought all new stuff... moved back home, I sold it all. When I moved to the apartment with Steven, my parents (SOO THANKFUL) moved me in while I was on my honeymoon. So technically, I've really never moved if you think about it. So how am I supposed to know what to do?

I'll tell you what I'll do. Tomorrow, I'll take the first step. I'll go buy some tape. And some boxed wine. That'll get me going.

My Mustache, and I'm No Tranny

As ladies, we all have one.

That little round magnifying mirror, back lit by an adjustable light so we can obsess and dissect all of those flaws and imperfections that shouldn't be there, but tend to only be seen in this mirror of ours. "Picking" as my little sister Lisa calls it. But, have you ever looked into that mirror and... God forbid... said to yourself,

"SH*T! I have a mustache!!!!"

well, this recently happened to me (about 10 years ago) and I want to share with you the secret that my mother introduced me to. No bleaching, no waxing... just a little healthy, made for your face, razor.

Christi Harris.

Works like a charm.

(they also work for those little whiskers that pop up, unwanted and 3" long, on you chin... I don't have those, I've just heard)