Poop happens. And sometimes it ruins your Monday night.

This is going to be short because I have had a day.  And a night.

I finally finished packing the client files in my office today that have to be sent to our off-site storage.  One of my bosses was moved this past Friday so he called and emailed me all day about stuff he was missing, stuff he can't find on his new temporary floor, stuff that wasn't working, etc.  Then we had trick or treating for the children, grandchildren, etc. of our employees so I had a bazillion kids coming through my door asking for candy.  One of my co-workers was crying most of the day because she had to have her dog put down on Saturday and I felt just awful for her.  Then one of my bosses told me that his wife had called him and she had found their dog dead in his bed early this afternoon.  So relaxing and non-emotional was what today was.

All of this was going on while I knew I had to take my sweet Bailey to the vet tonight because she has had some tummy issues for a couple of weeks and then I saw blood on the floor twice this weekend and I have no clue which end it's coming from.

I got to the vet at 7:15 and we finally got called back at almost 8:30 and we sat in the waiting room with 3 big dogs and yet my sweet little cat was howling and crying the loudest of any other creature in there.  And I finally got back home at 10:15.

The vet cannot figure out what's wrong with Bailey, but Bailey is not happy with me at the moment.  She had a rabies shot, another vaccine that gets shot up her nose, a thermometer stuck up her butt, a doctor's finger stuck up her butt, got wrapped up in a towel, and this cat does not like to even be petted anywhere other than her head.  Also, she apparently cannot go more than 2 hours without food because when I let her out of the carrier, she shot like a cannon to her food dish as though she hadn't eaten in days.  Drama queen.

So now I get to attempt giving pills to Bailey twice a day for the next 9 days for her loose stools AND guess what else?  When the doc stuck her finger up her butt it came out clean so she couldn't get a stool sample.  So I get to scoop up cat diarrhea into a vial, keep it in the refrigerator to keep it as fresh as possible, and stampede to the vet with it when they open so they can test her for kidney problems, thyroid problems, and a bunch of other stuff.  And if any more blood shows up on the floor I get to scoop that up too.

It's true what you've heard about me.....I live a glamorous life. 

So let's make the theme for this week's Music Monday.....poop! 

Just kidding.

Let's make the theme be humor because I need some.  We have hurricanes, winter storms, cat diarrhea, packing, dealing with my dad's estate and his not very nice wife, and so I think we could all use a little humor.  Submit the funniest song you can come up with.  We all could use a good laugh, right?

Cardboard. I never want to feel cardboard again.

So I thought tonight I would show y'all photographic proof of why I can't seem to blog more often than I do.

As I told y'all before, our office is going through a remodel.  Next Friday is the day my floor moves.  We move to a temporary space for 3 or 4 months, then we move back to our floor after it's been completely gutted and rebuilt from the floor up.  Fun!  But this coming Monday is our deadline for getting every single file folder bar coded and boxed up to send to our off-site storage warehouse.  One of my bosses has been with my firm since 1999.  I have been bar coding and sending off files from way back in 1999 that the 2 assistants he had before me did not bar code.  In addition to packing up every single thing down to every single paper clip in my own office, I work for two partners and an associate and I have to help all three of them pack up every single thing in their offices.  I have been packing for almost 4 weeks already.  We only have one more week to pack.  And this is what my office still looked like when I left at 7:00 tonight.  I wish this was photoshopped but this is honest to goodness what it looks likes right now because I have been packing almost 15 years worth of files.  And my boss never throws away a piece of paper:

And this is what it looks like in the hallway outside of my office and our file room has already picked up about 5 or 6 times in the past month and this is what my office mate and I bar coded and packed up today.  And there are 15 more boxes off to the right of this photo:

And oh yeah, by the way, we still have to get our regular work done too.  And this is how much space I have on my desk to work right now.  Yes, I have that 5 square inches in front of my keyboard to work from:

And by regular work, I mean those stupid, stupid, stupid huge overnight mailings I get to do all the dadgum time.  We've sent out 160 overnight packages in the past 3 days.  This is only about 45 of them:

And on the weekends when I'm not having all of that crazy fun (although I did go into the office and pack boxes all day one Saturday and didn't even get paid for going in but I had to do it for my own sanity), I go to my dad's house and try to work on getting it cleaned out.  And his mean, greedy wife hasn't moved out yet.  My brothers, one of their wives and I were out there weekend before last to sort and clean out my dad's tools from the garage.  Where the bag of charcoal is sitting?  This is how much space we had to work in.  All four of us were in here.  All of those boxes are my dad's wife's stuff:

This is from the driveway looking into the garage.  Those are all the wife's boxes.  And yet she's upset we took a couple of pieces of pyrex because she says she's, and I quote, "lacking in furniture and stuff".

And this is in my dad's office/studio area in the basement where we've been trying to go through his things.  His things are all behind all of this incredible amount of shit:

And this is actually a fairly large and nice sunroom.  When it's not full of all of her shit.  Since she's "lacking" in stuff, you know:

And this is the state of my dad's dining room right now:

Now do y'all see why I might sound completely mental sometimes?  Because this is what my life is full of right now.  Piles of shit everywhere. Except when I go home at night.  I'm super glad I come home to this where I can be at peace:

Only right now there is a helicopter that has been buzzing over my house for about 10 minutes.  Some cop cars went flying up the street super fast about 20 minutes ago, so this means there is probably someone dangerous wandering my 'hood that they are searching for.  So that's awesome.  Because yesterday did y'all hear about the guy who walked into the megachurch here in Atlanta and shot someone dead who was leading a prayer group?  They arrested the murderer one block from my office yesterday afternoon.  And today they arrested an armed burglar about 1/2 mile from my office after shutting down a highway and bringing out the helicopters looking for him.

Yes, it's just always peace and calm in my world lately.  I am in serious need of a vacation far away from anyone who knows me.  And as far away from packing boxes and helicopters and police cars as a person can possibly get.  I am going on a trip soon but I don't really want to announce when and where on my blog.  But trust me.....it's somewhere you've most likely never heard of and I can assure you that you wouldn't go there on vacation in a bazillion years.  I have to go there for a family wedding.

 I don't know what in the heck is going on with blogger tonight (particularly under that last photo of my bedroom).  First it wouldn't let me hit enter to start a new paragraph.  Then it did let me but even though I hit enter only once, it put about 50 blank lines in but it won't let me take any of them out.  Because apparently blogger thinks I don't have enough nonsense to deal with in life right now.

Okay, winners of the song contest.  Y'all, after this post and the last one with all of the pictures, and the fact that it's 10:30 and I still have to clean out the litter box (because as hard as I try I cannot convince my cat to stop taking so many dumps), I'm just going to list the songs but not go look for the videos to post, okay?  Do y'all understand?  If not, ask me if I care at the moment because I do not.  Also, I just heard something that sounded like the bar on my front gate hitting the driveway.  But the helicopter went away so I'm going to pray they caught whoever they were looking for and didn't just give up and he's not hiding in my backyard or something right now.  I did go look out the window and I didn't see anything.  But honest to goodness, if a bad guy is behind my house or under my back deck, could he have picked a more exhausted person's house to hide at?  Right now I am honestly thinking, "Fine.  Hang out in my yard.  Just don't come in my house and be gone by the time I have to leave for work in the morning please.  I really cannot handle one more thing to deal with at the moment."  Also, did I mention the power went off down my whole street around 8:30 tonight?  TWICE within a minute?  I may or may not have been sitting on the toilet peeing when it happened.  Y'all, my bathroom is very dark when the power goes out. 

When do I get a vacation????

First Place:  Sadie for Madonna's "Dress You Up"

Second Place:  Mary Lou for Mitch Ryder's "Devil With A Blue Dress"

Third Place:  Just Paula for Shakira's "Costume Makes The Clown"

Bananas. Pirates. Super heroes made of cardboard boxes. It was an interesting weekend.

I started off this weekend working almost 2 hours late on Friday night, but thankfully things got much better after that.

Saturday morning consisted of boring stuff like cleaning house, then I went to a nearby town and had something appraised, and then the fun began.

As I told y'all I might do, I went to the Little 5 Points Halloween Parade with my neighbors.

Little 5 Points (or L5P as we call it here in Atlanta) is by far the most eclectic area in all of Atlanta.  It's known as a hangout for the bohemian crowd.  It's become a little more hipster than it was back in the 80's and 90's, but it's still full of some of the most interesting people around.  Halloween brings out people of all kinds.

We went down a couple of hours before the parade started to get a little ahead of the crowds and we grabbed a table at Brewhouse Cafe to watch the second half of the LSU game (my neighbors are HUGE fans) and then we walked outside on the sidewalk for the parade.

Y'all.

I think 80% of the Atlanta population was there.  It was packed.  And y'all please remember, I am a legal assistant and part-time painter.  I am not a photographer and I take sucky pictures on my phone.  And if they don't suck enough for you this small, I think you can click on them to make them even bigger and suckier.

I'm not a fan of gigantic crowds, so I was not particularly a fan of all this:

 My word, there were so many people there!  My neighbors were not fans of all the people from the burbs coming down and invading our 'hood.  Ha!  They commented several times and you really could pick the suburbanites out pretty easily.  It didn't bother me, but apparently my neighbors weren't the only ones noticing it.  I heard someone in the crowd next to me complaining about it too.  And he was talking about how many people bring their young kids down there when, if you live in Atlanta and know anything at all about L5P, you should know it's going to be a bizarre crowd and not a kiddy type parade.

My neighbors' daughter came with us though.  She's lived in the hood from birth so she's used to the craziness.  A lot of people in the crowd come dressed in costumes.  My neighbors' daughter was no exception:

 There were Super Mario characters in the crowds (with their butts hanging out of their little tan costume)

There were Angry Birds:

And there was Mitt Romney drinking a beer:

 I don't tend to talk politics much on here or on Facebook, but let's just say I'm not the most conservative person.  So I think it's funny that Mitt Romney's wife or girlfriend was dressed up as Big Bird.  You can kind of see her here in the middle of the crowd:

There were guys dressed up as a bunch of bananas.  They ended up standing next to me during the parade.  They yelled a lot.  Right in my ear.  They were a loud, drunk bunch of bananas.

There were daddy pirates with cutie patootie baby pirates:

And all of that craziness was before the parade even started.

My neighbors' daughter was getting a bit impatient for the parade to begin.  So she stood in the middle of the street waiting for it:

Here is the beginning of the parade.  Finally!

I could not begin to tell y'all what some of these groups were there representing, but here are some random parade marchers:

This bloody guy was kind of scary!

The Seed & Feed Marching Abominable band.  I saw this drummer girl walking through my 'hood a few hours before the parade started.  She must have been tired of walking and rolling her drum by the time the parade was over:

I have no idea what group these things were from, but they were really cool!  And really, really tall.

Spy vs. Spy:

The Box Hero Corps.  I had never heard of these before, but they make costumes out of cardboard boxes painted to look like superheroes:

This blond woman with one of the worst hairdos I saw all day got in all of my pictures after a certain point.  She and her husband who looked vaguely like Eric Clapton were really getting on my nerves.  They started out beside us on the curb but just walked down into the street in front of us and then a whole bunch of people followed their lead so we couldn't see as well or take photos as well.  They were already in the front of everyone!  Why did they have to be even closer?

Apparently this group either didn't plan ahead very well or their transportation had problems so they had to rent a UHaul for $19.95 to be in the parade.  Or maybe they were just trying to be funny.  I have no idea.

There was a group of these little bitty cars.  And someone behind me said to his wife, "BMW's!  Those are really, really old BMW's!"  Y'all.  They said they were electric on the side and they looked brand spanking new.  I don't think BMW has really, really old electric cars.

This guy looked awesome as Johnny Depp/Jack Sparrow:

Remember the Mitt Romney/Big Bird couple?  L5P is not exactly the epi-center for Republicans.  This group came by and the girl was holding a sign that said "Democrats Vote on Tuesday" and the guy's sign said "Republicans Vote on Wednesday".  Big Bird ran out into the street and hugged the girl.  It was pretty hilarious and the entire crowd around me roared with laughter!

The Mayans came with signs telling us "The End is Near!"

About an hour after the parade, we were leaving to head back home.  As we were going down a side street, this band from the parade was apparently not ready to quit, um, parading.  So they were driving through the surrounding neighborhoods in their pick-up truck still blasting some music:

And now I remember why I don't do posts with a lot of pictures.  They take forever!

So, in honor of the Little 5 Points Halloween Parade, the theme for Music Monday this week is:  Costumes!  The song(s) you submit must contain a word in the title that is associated with costumes (pretend, make up, dress, disguise, mask, etc.)  Can't wait to see what y'all can come up with!  I have a few songs in mind already......

I need chocolate, a massage and a good stiff drink.

Okay, do you know what y'all need to do?  Y'all need to nominate me for The Most Consistent Blogger of the Year award.  Or The Most Dedicated Blogger of the Year award.  Or something.

I am pretty sure I'm going to be Blogger in a Mental Institution very soon.

Between house guests, trying to get my dad's estate handled, and work being busier than it has ever been in the 5.5 years I've worked at my firm, I am completely overwhelmed.  And completely exhausted.  And completely unable to blog regularly it seems.

And do you know in the past week I've had a very good friend tell me she doesn't have a Will because she doesn't have anyone to leave her daughter to if something happens to her and her husband unless I am willing to take the daughter.  Because she says I'm the only person she and her husband would trust to raise her.  They both have parents living and siblings and I am the only person they trust.  But she's not sure I'd want her daughter left to me so she hasn't made a Will.  Um.  I'm not sure I'd be the best at parenting.  I can hardly control my cat.  I can't even blog regularly, dudes.  I would be the adoptive mom who says, "sorry I didn't feed you today.  I was too busy."  Then my Mom told me today that she and her husband are doing their Wills and she really wants me to the the Executrix because she and her husband trust me the most.  When the hell did I become so trustworthy?  Don't these people know me at all?  I need to hurry up and make some stupid decisions about some stuff so people don't want me to handle such important tasks.

And by the way, guess who has worked at a law firm for over 5 years now with a Wills and Estates attorney and can get a free Will prepared yet doesn't have a Will?  See?  I should not be in control of anyone's final wishes.

All of this is coming up, of course, because of my dad's passing.  Y'all, the whole situation is getting more and more awful.  His wife has turned into a greedy, mean, woman and also I want to chant at her, "Liar, liar, pants on fire!" almost every single time she opens her mouth.  They were only married for two years and my brothers and I have been OVERLY generous to her both in the eyes of the law and what normal people would agree to give a wife of two years when someone dies without a Will.  And yet she has been very ugly towards us.  I will probably write more about what all has gone on with her in more detail once we get through all of this.  I don't want to make things worse than they already are if someone sees me writing about it on the internet though.  But trust me when I say that it has been an absolutely horrid experience that I hope none of you ever go through.

My brothers and I were out there for about 18 hours over the weekend sorting through stuff and between Monday, Tuesday and tonight, I've spent approximately 8 hours in the evenings after work on the phone dealing with this crap.  And I've worked overtime all week.  So that's why I haven't blogged.  Or slept.  Or done laundry.  Or paid my bills.  Or a number of things I need to get done.  My brother who lives here in Atlanta and I are going back out to my dad's this weekend.  Ugh.  And in between I have to go get appraisals on things, make several phone calls to find out where we can get other things appraised, etc.

So I'm not doing Music Monday this week, especially since it's Wednesday already.  And it's after 10:00 p.m. and I just got off the phone again.  And I haven't eaten dinner yet.

I am trying really, really, really hard to try and figure out a way to do something fun this weekend though.  My neighbors invited me to go to the Little 5 Points Halloween Parade.  Apparently it's one of the top 10 Halloween events in the country.  I will try to take lots of photos if I can manage to squeeze it in and I will try super hard to blog again before Music Monday next week.  Little 5 Points has interesting people on a random day so I can't even imagine what I'm going to see this weekend.  This is the quirky 'hood Laurie and I were in when the bird crapped on her head while she was down here celebrating June's birthday.  Let's hope I have a bird crap free weekend!

Murders. Big Bird. High fashion. My weekend in a nutshell.

Do y'all want to hear about my exciting weekend?  Do you?

No.  You don't.

I'm going to tell you anyway because I can't think of anything else to write about.

I hate to tell y'all this, but this is what I did all weekend: 

Friday night I sat in traffic for an hour and a half to get home.  9 miles.  90 minutes.  So I was happy about that as you can imagine.  Apparently a guy was sitting at a red light at an intersection a couple of miles from my house which happens to be a super busy intersection.  Some guys from another car (or possibly from 2 other cars - witnesses reported different things) got out, ran up to this guy's car and opened fire on him and killed him.  This was between 4:00 and 5:00 p.m. in broad daylight in the middle of an incredibly busy intersection and they got away.  Some witnesses said they heard as many as 10 gunshots.  Anyway, the police shut down the major intersection in the middle of Friday afternoon rush hour.  And Friday afternoon rush hour already sucks in Atlanta without a major intersection being shut down. I said so many bad words trying to get home.  But then when I found out what happened I wasn't mad anymore, because think about that poor guy who was just sitting at a red light and then he was shot dead.  The story was on the news that night but has completely disappeared out of the media so it's all really weird and I haven't heard about any motive, etc.

Saturday I went to work for 7 hours.  I filed.  I bar coded files. I ordered more bar codes from our file room.  And I packed files in boxes.  I packed up 11 boxes of files.  I've already packed up and shipped off 24 boxes in the past couple of weeks.  AND I AM STILL NOT DONE!!!  This is because one of my bosses will never send anything offsite and I am now sending off files dating back to 1999.  But I am not partying like it's 1999 so Prince can stuff it.  And then I have to help all three of my bosses pack up their offices.  Oh em gee.

Another girl who sits around the corner from me was there packing up boxes too.  She was having about as much fun as I was.  As we left the building and were walking out to the parking deck, we both heard a loud thud, turned around and saw a fairly large bird falling out of the sky.  It hit a tree, then fell to the sidewalk.  And we both gasped.  Our building is glass and it flew into the side of the building up pretty high.  I would guess we saw it fall from at least 9 or 10 stories up.  It was loud when it hit y'all, because it was a BIG bird.  But not Big Bird that Mitt Romney wants to fire.  Big Bird of Sesame Street was not committing suicide at my law firm.  Anyway, we discussed going to check on it.  My co-worker is a bird fanatic.  She videos birds in her yard and sends them to me via email.  I mean, I like birds as much as the next person, but I do not have time to watch videos of birds just doing normal bird things in someone's yard.  Anyway, she decided she'd prefer to assume the big bird just knocked itself out, the tree broke its fall, it had a bit of a headache, but eventually flew off.  She was talking about it all day today.

Then I went to the grocery store.  Ooooh.  Aaaaah.  I could not bring myself to buy any chicken after watching that bird fall out of the sky.

Then I filled my car up with gas because I really know how to party hard on a Saturday night.  And yes Atlanta peeps, I went to the Sidney Marcus QuikTrip and had to wait in line for gas as usual.  But the gas there was about 30 or 40 cents a gallon cheaper than right around the corner on Piedmont at the BP so if you are ever in that area, wait in the lines at QuikTrip because it is totally worth it.  Unless you are Richie Rich and don't have to worry about paying too much for gas.  I am not in that category at all.

Sunday.  Oh Sunday.  I never got dressed.  Well, I sort of got dressed but it was only into clothes that I went outside and did yard work wearing.  And thank goodness the Google maps car did not come by taking pictures while I was out there in my capris, no bra, and Crocs.  I also cooked all of my lunches and dinners for the entire week.  I did 4 loads of laundry.  I swept and mopped the downstairs floors of my house.  And I started getting the guest room and guest bathroom cleaned a little for my brother and his girlfriend/wife (long story and I know I keep saying that so how about I tell y'all the long story in a minute?) to stay with me next weekend so that we can work on my dad's house.  So Saturday and Sunday competed for MOST FUN EVER!!!

Okay, here is the story about why my younger brother has a girlfriend/wife.  My younger brother is a sculptor and he co-owned a foundry, studio, etc. with a guy a few years ago.  His girlfriend/wife (I'm going to say g/w because I'm tired of typing it out every single time) is an artist.  She brought some work to my brother's foundry to have cast into a sculpture and they became friends.  She was married at the time but about to leave her now ex-husband.  She and my brother got to know each other as they were working on her sculptures and eventually were interested in each other as more than friends but would not date until she had moved out and filed for divorce.  She did that and they eventually started dating.  She has now been divorced for several years.  Her ex managed to take a whole bunch of money from her, she gave up a bunch of money just to get divorced and be rid of him, and he swiped a bunch of money from their kids' college funds.  Nice guy.  He is supposedly replacing the college fund money.  And he has to pay her alimony.  If she remarries, he doesn't have to pay her any alimony.  So my brother and his g/w wear wedding rings, call each other husband and wife, own a farm together, she bought out my brother's partner so they now own the foundry/studio together, but they can't actually get married because she is determined to make her ex repay a bunch of the money he took from her.  Her ex still takes her back to court from time to time over really stupid things, and it's generally just a very unpleasant situation with him.  So eventually she will simply be my brother's wife, but currently she's his g/w.

And I think by now most of us know that while I was sitting in awful traffic because someone got murdered, filing and packing, mowing grass and cleaning house, that June found a random puppy in the front seat of her car because her weekend beat my weekend's ass.  To a pulp.

So this week's Music Monday theme is DOGS!  Or puppies.  Anyway, the song(s) you submit must contain a dog word in the title (dog, puppy, a particular breed, etc.)  I know I said I was going to make this week's theme more difficult, but how was I to know when I said that that June was going to get the world's cutest puppy left in her car by a complete stranger?  While I was watching big birds fall from the sky.  Hmmmph.

1967! I still cannot get over it......

I just took an Advil PM approximately an hour ago and somehow I am still awake (barely) so if this post goes somewhere weird you now know why.

I have no clue what Ima write about so let's see where things go as I start rambling, okay?

I'm exhausted.  How about y'all?  I went to my dad's house last Saturday to work on cleaning things out and my older brother went with me.  We spent about 5 hours cleaning out file cabinets and bankers boxes.  Y'all.  I cannot even tell you what that is like.  My dad never threw a piece of paper away.  We found an entire bankers box stuffed full of nothing but junk mail.  Why?  Throw that crap out!  Then we found a metal box in his attic. Y'all cannot even imagine what we found in there.......

A car insurance bill and old gas bills.  From freaking 1967.  1967!!!!  Why does anyone need to keep a car insurance bill for 45 years and move it to three different houses?  Oh my word, this is going to be the most awful experience of my life to get this house cleaned out.

Sadly, we have to go through every single envelope and every single piece of paper because my mom is still alive and well and living in Texas.  So we need to make sure we don't throw away or leave behind anything with her personal information, social security number, etc. that could end up in the wrong person's hands.  We've already found tax returns and a few other things with her information.

My dad was kind of an organized hoarder.  Everything was neatly put up in boxes, file cabinets, etc. but he loved buying things just because they were on sale.  There is an entire bankers box full of telephone cords.  Why?  Well, who on earth could possibly know why.  There are approximately 50 computer cables, a wireless mouse or 2 or 3 still in the packages, enough boxes of binder clips and paper clips to open an office supply store, probably 10 years worth of National Geographic magazines, and oh my word, I could go on and on.

He was a professional photographer for 40 years.  I found an empty film box.  He had written "empty" on it in marker.  And then kept the empty box.  I would be willing to bet that box has been in his office for at least 15 or 20 years.  (I'm not going to lie.  I saved that little box as a reminder of what he was like.  Because that sums him up so well.)  God love him.  He had been in his house for 32 years.  I'm not sure we have the strength for this.   And no, I'm not going to save all of the reminders because I do not have enough storage space in my house.

He once bought a water heater just because it was on sale.  Y'all, we did not need a water heater.  My mom was really mad about that one.  So this gigantic box sat in the middle of the garage for years and years and years.  Then, luckily for him, the water heater went out one weekend.  And he cheerfully said to my mom, "Oh!  Guess what?  I just happen to have one of those in the garage!"  He once bought a kitchen sink just because it was a good deal.  I'm pretty sure we should find that in the basement somewhere because he never used the stupid thing.  Y'all.  Cleaning this house out is going to be crazy.

Anyway, after 5+ hours, you could not tell my brother and I had even made a dent in his office.  And there is a 3,000 square foot house to get through.  So we decided to go eat dinner together.

Y'all.  I've told y'all I attract crazy people, right?  My brother looked at me during dinner and asked if we were on Candid Camera or maybe we were being punked.  I told him absolutely not, he was just out with me and this is what happens when you hang around me for very long.  Crazy people come out of the woodwork. Our server came over to our table, slapped her hands down on the edge of the table, looked down at the ground and said, "My co-workers are cracking up at me."  So, being the complete idiot that I am, I asked her why.

She proceeded to share with us that her 8-year-old son had just managed to steal over $100 out of her checking account, she told us about the house she had bought years ago in California, how she was a huge drug addict when she was pregnant with her first child, how she stopped doing drugs and tried to kick out her husband and his drug addict friends living with them but she ended up being evicted and he demolished the house, set the carpet on fire, etc.  Then she tied him up one night with duct tape and stomped on him and kicked him with her boots.  She divorced him, got remarried, almost divorced her second husband and he managed to get temporary custody of all 3 of her kids (including ones that were not his biologically) during the course of the divorce that ended up not being a divorce, because then they worked things out.  And holy crap, she wore me out.  We had never seen this girl before in our lives and she told us all of this stuff!  (By the way:  Just Paula, I forgot to respond to you on Facebook, but we were not at Applebee's.)

After she mentioned the part about duct taping her ex and stomping on him with her Doc Martens, I told her that I was going to leave her a nice fat tip and asked her not to hurt us.

Anyway, my brother and I are not going out to my dad's this weekend because I need to go to my office and work.  Because remember we're remodeling at work?  That means I also have to clean out my entire office, help my 3 bosses clean out their offices, every single file folder has to be bar coded and boxed up to be sent off to storage, and one of my bosses has 30 file drawers and 4 cabinets full of stuff (some of which dates back to 1999 - my dad still has him beat with 1967 car insurance bills I suppose).  We have to move out of our offices in 3 weeks.  We also have to keep doing our regular jobs too.  And my younger brother and his girlfriend/wife (long story) are coming down next weekend to help at my dad's house and they will be staying with me so I have to get my guest room ready again after just having someone in that room this week.  Some days I feel like I'm going to lose my mind with everything going on right now.  So, you know, don't expect me to suddenly start posting more often this week.

Let's move on.  Music Monday.  Crap y'all.  I don't know how to pick winners because there are too many great songs submitted.  By the way, Just Paula had problems commenting on here so she submitted "Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone" via Facebook.

But here's what I went with.  Honestly, everything y'all submitted this week could have been first place though.

First Place is a tie:

TX Peach for Prince's Purple Rain.  Prince dedicates this song to his father in this video so it seemed appropriate that it win this week.  I wonder if Prince's father kept car insurance bills for 45 years?  And you can never find Prince videos on You Tube, so you'll have to click on this link if you'd like to watch it:

http://www.totallyfuzzy.net/ourtube/prince/purple-rain-w-the-revolution-video_6156e84e9.html

Did I ever tell y'all I went to see Prince live for his Purple Rain tour when I was in high school.  I was very naive and innocent.  Back then.  I can assure you I'm not at all now.  My boyfriend (who went on much later in life to be my ex-husband) and I took the train downtown and a gay guy hit on him.  He was wearing one purple sparkly glove, a purple sparkly vest, and lots of makeup (the gay guy, not my boyfriend/now ex-husband) and sadly, I had never knowingly met a gay person before and I hope I didn't act like a moron.  Then we got to the concert and my innocent, virgin self was shocked when Sheila E opened up for him and simulated sex on a mattress on stage.  I'm pretty sure I learned some life lessons that night.  Mostly I learned not to be an uptight, naive, innocent virgin kind of person in life because the gay guys wearing purple sparkle and artists simulating sex acts seem to have way more fun in life than shocked, sheltered suburban girls.

Let's please blame that last paragraph on the Advil PM coursing through my veins right now.

Also, both Tracey S and Cyndi B for Stormy Weather (except I went with Frank Sinatra instead of Lena Horne because I do love me some Sinatra!):

Second Place is a tie. 

Mary Lou for Willie Nelson's Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain. 

Also, Sadie and Heather for Rainy Night in Georgia (Ray Charles and Brook Benton - I love them both so I didn't choose!)

And let's liven things up a bit for Third Place.  Yes!  It's a tie too:

Karen for It's Raining Men by The Weather Girls:

And Fay because she's right:  I do have a secret weak spot for Milli Vanilli and Blame it on the Rain:

I am clearly going to have to come up with a tougher theme next week.  But right now I need to go sleep before I start drooling from this sleep medicine I took......

Just music, y'all.

I don't have time to talk today, y'all.  I was slammed all day at work, had to go to lunch with my boss so I couldn't blog on my lunch break, and I have company at my house tonight so I'm shooting this post off in a big hurry just to get straight to Music Monday.

It has been raining almost nonstop since yesterday here in Atlanta.

The song(s) you submit this week must contain a word related to rainy weather (rain, cloud, wet, etc.)  This one is easy!  I can think of tons of songs....can't wait to see what y'all come up with.