Longing....

I miss Diet Coke like a 4 year old misses her fruit snacks.

Just sayin.

The face of addiction

This is the face of addiction my friends

Yep you guessed it.

Ashamed to say that is my face.

Notice the finger nails.

I chewed off all my nail polish in sacrament meeting.

Nervous habit I suppose.

Then I had to introduce myself to about 46 new people.

All the while wondering if I had brown nail polish stuck in my teeth.

And all the while wondering when I would get my next fix of Diet Coke.

I am addicted to Diet Coke.

I wake up thinking about when I will be able to take my first sip of the day.

Ashamed to say it's usually before 9.

I sat in church thinking about the 2 liter I had sitting in my fridge.

I'm finishing it off as I type.

To be honest I busted it out of the fridge at 12:30 am,

And I didn't bother with a glass.

Here's the thing;

I am an all or nothing type of girl.

So when I drink pop that is ALL I drink.

I completely abandon water.

This is why I don't drink alcohol.

Who knows I would probably be a total lush.

I'm ashamed to say the last time I had a bottle of water was probably 3 days ago.

So I am pledging here on my blog in front of everyone who reads this

(which is probably only 2 of my sisters)

As soon as this 2 liter is gone I am done.

So let's toast one last time to my good friend Diet Coke.

It was fun while it lasted,

But it's time I drank some water.

p.s. Before anyone e-mails me the harmful effects of Diet Coke please know I've heard it all and have still continued to drink it. Instead how about some words of encouragement. Cause I'm gonna need it in about 4 days when the inside of my head feels like midgets are doing a rain dance and playing the bongo drums.

I saw this on another blog.

(found it here)

Sometimes I feel sorry for myself.
I get all sad and whiney.
As I was blog-hopping tonight I saw this and thought I'd share.

The culprit

I woke up this morning in a fog.

It has been an exhausting couple of weeks.

This past week I have been unpacking the house like a crazy woman;

Getting things organized, working a garage sale at the neighbors, and second shooting a wedding on Saturday.

The week before I was in sunny Arizona working my tail off.

I apologize to anyone who saw me the last two days of that trip. I was worn out, exhausted and kinda grumpy. Oops. Do you still love me?

Anyways so I woke up this morning and sauntered into the TV room.

That's when I rubbed my eyes and did a double take when I saw the area rug.

Um. What. Is. That. I asked myself.




Was I so exhausted from this past weekend that I got up in the middle of the night to "Chase the dragon"....

No. Impossible, I thought.

I would NEVER ever do that. Maybe? No. No way.

So I picked up the phone to call the police because a drug dealer MUST have broken in late last night/early this morning to seperate his cocaine into grams (is that how they sell it?) on my area rug.

Then I looked on the coffee table and found this;





Okay now that makes a little more sense.

Dangit Corey and his stinky feet.

P.s. who even just dumps powder on their hooves and leaves the carpet all tore up?

I guess its a good thing I love that guy so dang much.