Just Watched The Story Of My Life...For Real.

I was just watching the Real Housewives of New Jersey on Bravo a few minutes ago and I can actually say my life was literally on TV. It was the episode where Theresa and her brother, Joe, are fighting. Which happens to be the same thing that happens my brother and I all the time. Something happens and her little brother decides he doesn't want to talk to her anymore. I am thinking to myself no freaking way. That happens to me all the time. Instead of acting like an adult and wanting to talk it out he decides the best thing to do is to alienate me.

Well, now let me give you the scenario that really made my blood boil about this whole thing. There was a scene where Joe, his wife and some of his friends are sitting at a dinner table and Theresa comes up in the conversation. So all the women at the dinner table were talking crap about Theresa. Joe was allowing this to happen! That is what happens with me and my brother all the time! He allows people to say the meanest things about me and never has anything to say about it or he actually joins in and makes it a bash on Rachel fest.

If anyone ever said anything bad about my brother I would jump all over them because to me that is what family is supposed to do. People say blood is thicker than water and I believe that it is the exact opposite. People are so quick to try to fix things with their friends and work it out but so many people are faster at throwing their family under the bus and letting them get dragged through mud before they try to fix anything. Usually it is the older sibling who breaks down first and tries to fix what is going on. Never the younger one. But I am tired of doing that. I am tired of trying to fix my broken family.

As far as letting us duke it out... I am so proud of my mom for being that way at this point. She didn't try to listen to anything that was being said and my brother must have known that she is like that now because she had no idea that we were fighting until my dad called to ask her about it. She told me that it is between my brother and I and we need to work it out. I say the same thing. However, I am not even sure what the hell we are fighting about. I even tried calling him a few times to see what is wrong and he ignored my phone calls and text messages. I sent him texts multiple times because I thought that might be the non-invasive way of saying, "hey, what the hell is wrong?"

Anyway, the thing of it is that Teresa really has no idea what she and her brother are actually fighting about and well, neither do I. All I know is that I am sick of always being the bad guy and so is she.

At this point I am done playing the I am not talking to you game. If my brother wants to act like that I am going to let him. I am done... the only thing that hurts me is that besides the fact that I don't get to see my nephew hardly at all is that now I will never get to see him. My brother didn't even share anything about my nephew's first baseball game. I got nothing except what my dad shared with his friends on facebook.

Blood is truly not thicker than water. It is actually thinner. My brother is extremely good at proving that. At this point I don't care if he read this and gets his feelings hurt. He hurt mine and I am just one to write about it because I can never get a word in without getting my words twisted around.



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What Is Your Pecking Order?

Ask yourself that. I mean seriously ask it. This question can be used in any type of situation that you might be in with one person or multiple people in your life.

Most people think of this as being a job related question. But what if it is put into a more everyday type of scenario. For example. What if you asked this about every one of your friends? Is there a pecking order? I mean naturally if you think about it there is a pecking order and you never actually realize this until you take a minute to re-assess what makes a person more valuable over another.

Average person's pecking order might be parents, siblings, significant other, best friend, friends then acquaintances. Or maybe you switch around significant other with siblings... or whatever order you choose there is a pecking order. Recently I have switched around my pecking order based on the values that I happen to see my relationships with other people.

My pecking order at the moment goes like this for beings in my life.... Dog, Sister & family, my mom, my best friends, my dad and my brother then my friends, then acquaintances. Everyone has a set value that can variate from time to time.

Also I believe your pecking order might consist of your life priorities or of inanimate objects depending on the person or the time or context that they are thinking of this question at the time.

Think about that...what is your pecking order? You might surprise yourself by taking a minute to think about it.

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Arkansas Heat VS. Arizona Heat

Now I will tell you that based on the simple fact that I am an Arizona girl. I freaking love the sun. THE SUN...not the heat. For most people that have never been to Arizona the first stupid words that come flying out of their mouths about the heat there is "It's a dry heat." Listen home boy...so is your oven. It is still hot. So for those of my friends who live in Arizona I am sure you can appreciate where I come from with that statement.

Let me just say this....I will take Arizona heat over Arkansas heat any day....any time. I don't care if it is 126 out I still would rather be in Arizona heat. I kid you not when I was on the plane from Las Vegas to Little Rock and we started flying into Little Rock Airport you could feel the humidity coming into the pressurized cabin. I am so not making this up when I tell you that when we landed on the tarmac and the captain released the pressure in the cabin everyone simultaneously went and said...ewe.

I got off the plane and wanted to turn right back around and ask for a refund because this weather was definitely not in the brochure that I looked at online for Little Rock. I mean they show you like all the beautiful areas and not once did they mention that we live in a freaking sauna. When I say sauna I mean...the next day Jamie and I went to the gym and then when we were leaving I decided to skip the sauna because well I was going to walk into one when I left the building.

Now, I will tell you over the last few days that I have been in Little Rock I have been chit chatting with the MP's at the gate about this heat that I have moved too. Some of them say that stupid saying...dry heat blah, blah. Shut up. Then one guy... hilarious!!! The only black guy that I talked to about the heat with all seriousness looks at me and says... "I am cold."

WHAT?!? Are you serious?? I looked at him and I laughed and he in a more serious face looked at me and said... "I am from Africa. Ever heard of the phrase it is Africa hot??? Well, I know what Africa hot feels like and I am cold. Remember what I said now... Africa."

You have got to be kidding.

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My New Nickname.

I finally got to meet the majority of my sister's friends last night at AppleBee's. I get it that place is completely lame but they like that kind of thing around here. There aren't very many hole in the wall type of bars, you know the ones that you and your friends go to all the time. For my friends and I at Google it was Skip & Jan's. My other friend's and I would go to Zipp's or to Ernie's we almost always ended up at Ernie's and we have shared a lot of amazing times together there.

Now when I met Travis and Georgie at culinary school almost two years ago they had to give me a nickname.. of course almost no one called me that. Thank god. It was Snookie. I mean really?? Snookie. You have got to be kidding me. And two years later my sister gets a puppy and names her Snookie? My life is a lie!

Back to the story. So I ended up talking to this guy named Corey who literally just moved here from Alaska like just a few months ago and had a serious tragic event take place just yesterday. This is a guy that had never had a Long Island Iced Tea until last night. I know what you are thinking but he explained to me that in Alaska there is literally one bar. One???? OMG I think I would be a very different person if that was the case for me. Actually I take that back I would be a very different person if that was the case because I definitely would not be the alcoholic that I have become. Ok, ok so I am not exactly and alcoholic...but sometimes I think that I could be right close.

Because of the simple fact that my ex is named Corey I have decided that I didn't want to call this guy that. I mean he seems like a sweet heart and why should I have to call him a name that I associate a jerk off with? So because it was a billion degrees and this guy was from Alaska and because this guy was pretty chill I decided his name was going to be Alaska. Pretty simple right? This guy named Corey would always be Alaska.

So rightfully so he fired back and called me Arizona. Which that one I don't mind. At least it isn't something stupid like Snookie. By the end of the night everyone at the table was calling me Arizona. So to Arkansanian's I am Arizona.

I think I like that. Arizona. I just might keep that nickname for a while. Well, as long as people call me that I will. Snookie didn't last long. So we shall see how long this one sticks. But I am pretty sure in the south people tend to keep their nicknames. Guess I got lucky it wasn't Bessy or something.


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Good Deed Failed.

My last night in Tucson was kind of an interesting one. My brother and I stopped at Walgreens to get cigarettes and beer.

We milled around like most people do in a drug store because, lets face it... There is a lot of stuff to look at in the mini walmart. I mean by the time I walked out of there I had a key chain and another five items I probably didn't need. I even got to see someone who worked for me like four years ago. She really moved up in the world working at walgreens. But hey, its a job.

My brother ran into one of his many old lady girlfriends from the commissary. I swear if my brother ever really wanted to he could have a sugar mama no problem. They just love then some Andrew.

Anyway, back to my original story. So we walked outside and as we were getting in the car Kelly said that guy is homeless....with a dog. Should we give him money??? No because we don't know what he is going to do with the money. Kelly did make a valid point about the money thing though... She said, "What's the guy gonna do go start a savings account with the five dollars?"  Yeah, Kelly you are so right.

After about five minutes of contemplating... Andrew's sudden bowel movement was the deciding factor in us rushing away.  For those of you who know Andrew when he says he has to go he means like right now.

But for those of you who know me the best....you know I didn't really care about the homeless guy. I cared about the dog. Because really the dog didn't choose his life as the companion of a homeless man. But he suffers just the same if not worse than the guy who found himself in this situation.

Now for those of you who know dogs. They don't care what their situation is as long as someone is around that they can show unconditional love to. Dogs could care less if they were living in an alley or in the Taj Mahal. They just want to be with their "mama" or "daddy" because at the end of the day lets be honest a dog needs someone to take care of them. And people who have dogs need them to take care of them too. I know how much Lola and I depend on each other...it has surely killed me to be away from her for so long. Since she was moved to Little Rock Jamie tells me how much she looks for me too. Infact she said she was burying her face in my clothes like she was looking for me.

So when we got home Kelly and I made a quick decision to make up a care package for this homeless fellow and his dog.

We put about six cups of dog food in a ziploc bag. Made the guy two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a bottle of water, a can of beer... Yes, beer...every homeless guy needs a beer and of course a roll of toilet paper. Yes, I was the one who thought about toilet paper because if you are homeless...you still have to take a dump like everyone else. So why not? I don't know about you but if you have ever been in a situation where you couldn't wipe it is not going to be a good situation... For anyone.

Michelle and I rushed out of the house with the care package. We were so excited to be doing a great deed for someone who cared enough for a dog to be his homeless buddy. If I was homeless I would have definitely appreciated someone like us thinking about me and my dog.

So Michelle and I get back to the parking lot where I had originally seen the guy and his dog... This guy was gone like a ninja. I mean we were only gone for like five minutes. We drove all over the entire shopping center looking for this guy and his dog.

I am not talking like we just drove around the parking lot we drive behind all the stores around the Taco Bell and the Mcdonalds. We looked in the desert and near each dumpster. The guy was no where.

We even asked the girl that was working at Walgreens if she had seen him. The one girl said no. The girl inside said that the girl outside smoking had chased him off. WTF?!?

This guy wasn't bothering her or anyone and obviously he needed food for him or the dog otherwise in my experience homeless guys generally stay in the desert. Plus, we took our time making that care package. Then some jerk had to chase him away. She didn't know his situation and neither did we... Who is to judge?

Plus, how could she take that away from us?!?!?! Blah!! All that hard work and effort we slammed into that care package! Eff you Walgreens girl! You ruined my night!

Good deed was an epic fail. But remember this the next time you are mean to someone who is homeless. That could be you one day. Just imagine what it would be like if someone went out of their way not to give you money... but to give you only what you needed to survive.

All it takes is one random act of kindness and you can change someones entire life.

I think that it changes my life everytime.

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