Looks like I've got myself a 'coon dog

This is not the raccoon, but rather a somewhat ironic representation of the actual creepy raccoon that I found treed outside my back door. (Ironic because I just so happened to buy a stuffed raccoon the same night that my dog discovered her destiny as a coon dog.) Well, I guess you kind of had to be here to appreciate it, but raccoons really creep me out so I had to share. And I couldn't get a picture of the real raccoon - he snuck away when I came in to grab my camera - so Tilly pictures will have to suffice.

Facebook

So Ward, allegedly, posted this note on his facebook page where he wrote something about each of his friends - facebook friends that is. Now I am forced to only assume that this happened because I did not see it with my own two eyes and just as quickly as it was posted, it was gone. You would think that after going to all of that work, you would want something like that posted for more than 12 hours, but what do I know. This is all beside the point though.

My point here is that this made me think about all of my so called friends on the facebook (yeah, I still call it the facebook. This is a little bit because when I joined that was the url, and partly because I'm from Muncie and have a little redneck and sometimes add random "the"'s in front of things. Ex. "The Walmart". I don't think that I could write something about each of my friends. Of course I could about my real friends, but I am currently friends with 404 people and I am curious how many of those people I don't really know. I am going to attempt this exercise here on the blog and then unfriend anyone who I don't really know. Deal? Deal.

OK, so after scrolling through the first page of my friends, I have noticed that a lot of people - maybe most - fall in the middle. These aren't people I talk to all the time - or ever - and I may not even look at their pictures, but I know them and know how I know them and know something about them. I hate to unfriend people from high school just because that's kind of what facebook is all about. Then there are people I was friends with in college. Same concept as high school really. People I may have had a class with - these people are a little iffy, but I hate to get rid of them. What if they notice. I know - get over yourself, Karli. People I've worked with or work with - pretty much the same as class. Then there's family. I have to keep my family. Oh and the people that I'm actually friends with and still talk to on a regular basis - no brainer.

OK, so to sum up, I'm not deleting anyone. At least not tonight.

Addicted to Mountain Dew

So first of all, I'd like to state for the record that I will never respond to someone yelling "shoatie" out their car window in the Wal-mart parking lot. What is that about?

I'm watching 20/20 about folks from the hills of Kentucky which is where Mark's family is from. Now, if you're watching this you should know most of his family isn't as poor as what you're seeing, but they all live in those same hills. I have learned a few things about the Appalachian people.

They're not educated, drink a lot and do a lot of drugs, but none of that is really news. But apparently they are also addicted to Mountain Dew. I forget the statistic, but Mountain Dew consumption in Eastern Kentucky is like 50% higher than anywhere else. They put it in baby bottles, give it to their kids. It's all they drink. So not surprisingly, all their teeth fall out.

They had to add subtitles so that regular English speakers could understand these hillbillies with their extreme dialect. The fellow talking mentioned a "hollow". I'm not sure how fancy 20/20 thinks they are, but that word is "hollar". Hollow is an adjective. Hollar is a noun describing the valley between hills or mountains in Kentucky. I just wanted to make sure you all knew that because I was so surprised that Diane Sawyer didn't.

Editor's Note: Evidently, spellcheck also needs this lesson. It is not recognizing hollar.

I wanna dance with somebody....

I wanna feel the heat with somebody...

Oh, Whitney. There's nothing like pre-cracked out Whitney. She knows what she's talking about. I just need a little sumthin sumthin in my life right now.

Things are good with Tilly. I love her. She's a sweet girl and I am so happy that I have her. So my home life is pretty good. My work life is a completely different story. I need to work on that. I feel completely out of control which I hate. So I'm just hanging in there for the time being. And my personal life.....well, you can imagine.

I'm mad at that damn groundhog, by the way. That thing ALWAYS sees its shadow. I need Spring. I need Spring and I need it now. So does Tilly. But mostly I do. I am almost almost 27. I have got to get moving and get my life back together. Wish me luck.

Tilly

So this is Tilly. She is 4 months old, and I pick her up on Sunday. I went down to see her yesterday, and she is so sweet. I can't wait to get her home and for everyone to meet her. A few words to all the skeptics out there - my allergies will be fine, and I need something to get me up and moving. I come home every night and fall asleep. I think Tilly will get me off the couch. So get excited because I am!