Baptists

Disclaimer: Being in North Mississippi (aka Baptist headquarters) has taught me to love my brothers and sister who are Baptist. Now that that's out of the way......

Whenever I am home, my family likes to pile into the good ole family car (sometimes we take 3 cars due to lack of communication in the mornings) on Sunday's and head to our qauint church that's in town. To get to church we must go through the woods, over a bridge, and....by two Baptist churches. To paint you a picture, this churches make my massive 6A public high school look like a teacup. Now the size of these churches isn't what burns my biscuit...it's the traffic guards.

I may not be a legal expert...yet... but I am fairly certain that it takes a cop to stop and control traffic on major roads, not someone with a Velcro flasher on the hood of their Taurus. This really bothers me for some reason. Why do I and all the other lowly non-baptist have to be stopped by someone in a hunting vest so that they can let roughly 20,000 Baptists in or out of their stadium? It insures that not only will I be late for church, and thus get glances from the congregation (couple this with being the only "public school" girl the stares can be pretty piercing), but at the conclusion of the sermon the aforementioned masses of Baptists will have already sat down at ever possible restaurant resulting in a 45 minute wait everywhere.

I also get anger at the fact that this makes me anger. When I am stopped in a line of 50 cars while the "others" are getting to waved through by rent-a-cop, I start thinking mean, evil thoughts. The good angel on my right shoulder is saying "Anna, you must be patient and love everyone...especially on Sundays for goodness sake!" but the devil on my left is saying "MOW THEM OVAA!!!!"  It's quite a complex.

Now I am aware that a fellow Calvinist church in Hattiesburg stops traffic, but it is done via Hattiesburg Police and they never allow traffic to build up. And besides, we're predestined so we can do whatever we want, right? PRESBYTERIANS TO THE TOP!!!!

So, there is my rant.

THAT girl

You hear before you even see her. She's projecting her conversation to the entire room. She name dropping indy/hipster or political jargon like it's her job.  When you are done rolling your eyes, you look. She's either wearing a small holister t-shirt and silver jeans or is attempting to dress up and those kitten heels aren't fooling anyone.  The hair is almost always short and helmet-like or long and wild. Something about this girl just drives you mad. You can't quite put your finger on it, or perhaps you don't have enough fingers to put on all the things that bother you.

This is just the first impression. If you haven't been able to identify her yet, just wait for the teach to ask the first question.  Anytime the teacher hints at a question, a joke, or a brief moment of silence she HAS to speak. No question will go unanswered thanks to this superstar. She knows everything about everything. When she's not brown-nosing, she's talking about some subject that absolutely no one cares for but can't avoid thanks to her loud, nasal voice. You might find yourself imagining her being hit by a bus ala Regina George style. I know that's one of my favorites. Don't judge, you do it too.

So my question is, why is there always THAT girl? At one point do they wake up and say, "Hey from now on, I'm going to bug the sh*t out of everyone." Or does their upbringing foster this behavior. Did THAT girl and THAT guy end up getting married and procreating annoying kids? Or were they once teased and decided to get even by being the thorn in everyone's paw?  Can they not help that they are miserable? Even better, are we THAT girl to them? What makes normal and what makes annoying? Will their behavior at one point be considered the norm, and mine annoying?
Something to ponder....

Whatev, I'm still going to roll my eyes.

Me, My Couch, and I

I apologize for my recent hiatus from blogging. After my  first post I imagined tons of witty, zinger posts that would soon bring in the attention of a celebrity and then I'd reach national blogger fame!! Sorry, got caught up in dream world again... Well, it's hard to be funny when you have shingles. It's actually hard to do anything when you have shingles. When I first starting noticing it, I went straight to the doctor. If you've ever been sick around my family you know that's a big deal. My dad's medical logic for anything from a broken bone to a crippling virus is "shake it off." Even after the doctor gave me a huge bottle of pills that are fit for an elephant and said that shingles suck (that's a paraphrase), I still asked if  I could work out on the medicine and when could I go back to Starkville. At the time, I was puzzled by his expression, but I now realize..I must have lost my mind.  Shingles is the worst! I could barely get out of bed let alone work out! I could barely eat, sleep, or doing anything. Plenty of complications and meds later.  I can finally blog. Instead of going on about my woefully condition, I'll blog about what I've been doing other than taking med induced naps or vomiting...TV.

I love TV. It's possibly one of my favorite things, probably because I never have time for it and each 30 minute segment that  I can spare is precious. This may seem stupid, but until now I'm always been extremely busy. Shingles has reconnected me with an old friend and introduced me to some new ones. With nothing to do but watch TV for the past two weeks, I've seen the good, the bad, and the ugly of TV. Here are my observations.

Dexter: I've heard people rave about it so decided to commandeered my little brother's xbox and netflix access. I fell in love, and two seasons later (yes, you read that right) I can't wait to watch more. Disclaimer: it can be awkward when a parent ask you what you're watching. You're so excited about it that you give them a full synopsis, only to realize you're telling them you've fallen in love with a fictional serial killer. yeah..

Real Housewives of Beverly Hills: This is the least tacky of the whole Real Housewives gang. Sure it's overly decadent and delusional, but these women actually are funny and have a little more too them. You can't help by envy Lisa Vanderpump...she once said that flats were like a disease..love her.

Tudors: This little nugget is for the person who likes 16th century nostalgia, and lots of love scenes. Whoever cast the men on this show needs a raise!

Say Yes to the Dress: What girl doesn't like a show about wedding dresses? I am not a fan of the "Big Bliss" version however. I know it might sound judgemental, but  I believe hat brides stop eating as soon as the ring is on their finger. Wedding dress in a size 30 is something I just find hard to approve.

Toddlers and Tiaras: guilty pleasure. I love watch the tacky, not attractive moms and ultra-feminine dads yell cattle calls at the plaster make-up 2  years. "Shake Krystall, like a princess! yyeyeeyeeyaahhh!"

Teen Mom: oh the teen angst! the drama! the kuntry boy frans! and the classy names (I'm looking at you Janelle)! But the children are adorable, which says a lot because I'm generally not a fan of kids.

Any weight loss shows: A&E's Heavy is a really good one. It strips down all the cheesy competition stuff. I do get tired of the crying though. I find myself screaming suck it up at the TV a lot. So watch if nothing else is on.

And finally, my heart... FOOD NETWORK CHANNEL!!!
Giada, Ina, Sandra, and Paula... my favorites! I could spend hours watching them, and wouldn't change the channel if it wasn't for the mime with a loud mouth Rachel Ray (seriously, watch her hands next time) and the dyking restaurant chef who gets her hair done with Guy's Big Bites.

Well, blogging has taken all my energy for today so it's off to another nap! Hopefully, next time I'll be shingle-free and have actual adventures to document.

New to the Blog World.

In 2011, I will try this whole blog thing out. Perhaps I'm late to the trend (I was informed that "blogging is so 2001." )  Regardless, I'm doing it. What will I blog about? Not sure really, I guess whatever comes to mind. This could be dangerous. Do these things censor?  So I guess I need to tell you what to expect.  Cynical rants. Cruel yet witty observations. Fashion Police. Book Reviews. My dreams and hopes for the future. Sappy moments. Political Views. Love for Mississippi. Reasons why South MS is way better than North MS. Adventures. Flight Logs.....

Enough of that. So where did I come up with my blog title? From Mean Girls, duh!

It's a hysterical movie that doesn't try to take itself too seriously, I guess I'm insinuating an confident analogy here. If you don't like Mean Girls get your panties out of a wad and watch it again! Every line is hilarious, trust me my sophomore roommate can quote it in its entirety. Perhaps I like it because its painful true in parts...Regina's mom is so OG, burn books (yes I made one with friends in middle school..most predictions came true, but that's soo beyond the point). And other parts you wish were true...a friend like Damian-I've wanted one for years! For the most part, it's a lot of fun, doesn't hold back and has some good messages in between.
 Hopefully that is what this blog will be. I'm not going to trying to make big political or religious statements.  I'm not going to edit myself and write what I "should" or what's expected of me. I'm not going to paint a appealing caricature of myself. I'm certainly not going to try to be an angsty nonconformist (let's be real, I was President of a sorority, who's colors are pink).
Basically, I'm going to be me. Enjoy!