Happy Festivus

Christmas. It's a big deal...apparently. Every year, the only consistent things that I can rely on at Christmas time are 1. food, 2. presents and 3. a lot of loud relatives. This year was rather rough for my family. You see, the oldest generation of the family is dropping off like flies, may they rest in peace. This year we lost my grandfather, Richard Landry, and my wonderful aunt, Marilyn Ramsey.

Now, while normal people would see the holidays as a depressing time with such a loss, my family is not normal. When life gives us lemons, we throw them out and drink beer instead. While wearing viking hats. Literally, the Adams Annual Christmas Photo was taken with viking helmets. See for yourself.



I took the liberty to also add a didjeridoo to the picture. It adds character.

Anyway, on to some of my personal favorite quotes from Christmas.

We'll start with Christmas Eve. The entire family (30 people or less...I really can't remember) got together for a group picture. My Aunt Carol was taking the picture.
Aunt Carol: "Well, aren't we a good-looking family!"
My intoxicated father: "DAMN STRAIGHT!"
My openly gay cousin, Princess David: "Well...not straight..."
Me and my cousin Chris simultaneously: "IT'S FUNNY BECAUSE HE'S GAY!"

And who can forget Christmas day, when we're all sitting in front of the TV watching Mariah Carey sing "All I Want For Christmas is You" and my Uncle blurts out (while sitting next to his daughter/my cousin) "She looked better in Playboy."

Basically, what I'm saying is, I love my family. Even on Christmas.

Shit my family says.

So the family room TV has been broken for...so long that I can't even remember. After countless attempts to fix it, the burning smell and the alien picture it produced finally moved my parents to go out and purchase a new one.

A couple of days ago while I was out grocery shopping with my father, he got a call that the television we were supposed to be getting (a 60-inch) had broken, so they were offering us a discounted 65-inch. After this call, my father and I made a trip to Conn's to check out the 65-inch.

"That looks awful big...too big if you ask me," my dad said, then looked at me for approval on his comment.
"Well, Dad, I've never been one to believe in 'too big' if you know what I mean."
He stared at me for a moment in disapproval, then shook his head because he knew it wouldn't phase me. He disregarded my comment and told the salesman that we'd just take the floor model of the 60-inch television. I really did want the larger TV. It was pretty.

Well, today our new TV was delivered, and my dad just set it up on it's stand. As my mother, my father, and I stare at it in awe, my mom looks over at me and asks, "Can you see it?"...I didn't know quite how to respond to this. If my mother had thought I was blind, she should have put me in a special school a long time ago.

However, I responded, "Well, I could definitely use an extra five inches."
Without a single hesitation, my mother was quick to reply "That's what she said."

No one can ever ask me where I get it from. Ever again.

It's only a day away...

My roommate's currently reading the Harry Potter books and watching the 6th movie. She has no idea what's going on. However, I'm a hardcore Harry Potter fan who's read the books like...a hundred times. A conversation we just had:

Trish: "So...Ron and his groupy...do they...?"
Me: "Ew. No."
Trish: "...so Ron and Hermione, they hook up right?"
Me: "Yes. Wait...if you're talking sexually, then no. There's no sex."
Trish: "WHAT!? There's no sex in these books? That's no fun..."

I enjoyed this conversation.

Right now we're in the hotel the day before Trish's big race tomorrow. Words cannot describe how proud I am of this girl. She's been training for this since the beginning of the semester. Her dedication and passion inspire me to do better in everything in my life. I love this girl :)

Excitement is in the air! More updates after the race. Today will be spent carbo-loading.

Content...ism.

In my life, at this very moment, I can honestly say I'm happy. I'm not an extremely stressed person. When something that stresses the average person comes up, I honestly think about the worst possible scenerio and go "eh, that's not so bad." I haven't always been this way, that's how I know it's completely true.

However, I do get extremely annoyed. That's one of the things that comes between me and my happiness. And it's stupid little things that irritate me. Inconsiderate people. Blatant annoyance. Stupidity. Encouraged stupidity. Shit like that. When these things come between me and my happiness, I quickly go from being annoyed to being angry. Ergo sadness...not joy.

On a slightly different subject, that will make its way back around to the original (I promise), I'm also not one who's out there looking for "the one" or "true love." I mean, if it comes around whatever, but to me looking for it is added stress that I choose not to deal with. I know, because I've dealt with the added stress. However, I get annoyed at the crowd I attract. It's like the universe is saying, "Oh, you're not going to give a shit about your love life? Fine, we're going to mess with you," and then that universe sends all these painful relationship-like things my way, completely killing my happiness buzz with it's pure, unadulterated botheration. Therefore, I'm in a pickle. And not the good kind that's currently in my mouth...which would be the vinegar-soaked cucumber kind.

Nevertheless, I am otherwise happy, and shall no longer complain...except for this quick comment on how work was Hell today.



I giggled upon seeing this picture.

I heart life.

Vacation means never having to say "Don't put that spider in your nose"

I'll be taking my first break from work since summer started this week. It's coming at exactly the right time...because the kids from this past week have taught me a valuable lesson, which is I can never have kids and not think of locking them in the closet without feeding them dinner.

It's not necessarily that I hate kids or anything, don't get me wrong. It's just...I know that if I were to have children, God would be like "Ha. I'll show her," and give me some little Devil child in return for all of my sarcastic remarks and pure hatred for many things in life. Not to say that it wouldn't be totally deserved...but I'm still not a fan of the idea.

Either way, I'm taking a week's long break. This time shall be spent with my family, whom I love, for the most part. It will also be spent starting my low-carb diet. Bring it on...bring...it...on.


This is Davin...one of my little "angels"

An inspirational story for Kristy

A dear friend of mine has brought it to my attention that I "suck at blogging." This is quite understandable, seeing as I completely forgot that I ever blogged in the first place. However, this blog goes out to her, because she reminded me that I need to do this to keep me sane.

You see, since the first day of June I have restarted my job at Shangri La Botanical Gardens and Nature Center. For those who haven't been there, it's quite amazing. Beautiful gardens, beautiful bayou. It's magical...really. Just magical...like unicorns and leprachauns and all kinds of shit like that. And I love it there, I really do. However, the job is quite tiresome. I either work outside all day or am constantly doing research getting ready for my presentations. It gets rough to blog...and then next week...horror of all horrors: the summer camps start.

Summer camps involve young children. If you know me, you know young children are not my speciality. In fact, I'm very anti-child. However, I play pretend very well, and actually grow attached to many of the kids who come to summer camps. Many of them can surprise you in ways you never thought.

My friend Mel went to do a presentation with Shangri La's owl, Maxine, the other week. Maxine was taken in by Shangri Lan due to a wing injury. During this presentation, Mel told the kids about Maxine's injury and educated the kids on owls and birds. At the end of telling the story, Mel asked if there were any questions. This young first-grade girl raised her hand, "Did you try praying over the wing?" Can you believe it? A little kid. Mel was flabbergasted to say the least...she looked around at the teachers and all they could do was shrug. "No, we didn't try praying over the wing," Mel responded, "would you join me in prayer now, over Maxine to wish her good health in the future?" And the kids joined hands and prayed.

It makes me happy to know that there is still good in this world. It's sad that it's the kids who have to show us that.

Back to School

Well...offically moved back into my dorm at College Station...dreading going back to classes tomorrow...but other than that glad to be back. My roommates still not back. You see, I have a new roommate, and I only met her mere hours before I left for Christas Break. I'm beginning to wonder if that one encounter was enough to scare her off...seeing as how she's still not here. Maybe the Megan Fox picture hung over my telly paid off...

On a happier note, I'm cleansing myself. One may ask, "what the hell does that mean?" Well, potty-mouthed questioner, it means that I shall be eating healthy, giving up alcoholic beverages, and exercising more, because I believe this will make me happier. I may even try cutting back on the poor language, which you should also do. Those who choose not to cuss seem more intelligent to those around them. And frankly, when you thought with the world "hell" in your head, you looked like a complete dumb-ass.

I shall spend the rest of last day off watching re-runs of The Office and picturing Jim naked. I suggest you do the same.

It's been a while...

First blog in a long...long time. I used to enjoy blogging, until I got busy watching TV and sleeping. And before that it was studying and focusing on the future. But I figure, to hell with it. What's college for, if not to further push my mind to its limits? The best way to do that, is think for myself, no? Congrats, Roni, you're finally thinking. That's at least three steps up from the average American according to a statistic I recently made up. Like, real recent. About ten seconds ago, if I'm correct. Which I am.

I return to college in a week. The Christmas break has taught me five things:
1. I am only happy when I have absolutely no responsibilities
2. Video games and TV are highly underrated
3. Robert Downey Jr. has only gotten sexier with age
4. The movie Office Space describes my mindset. If I had a million dollars, I'd do nothing.
and 5. Happiness is, in fact, not a warm gun. Apparently, it's the my ability to carry on with life without worrying, having the knowledge of current pop culture at my fingertips, a good-looking man to stare at, and a bowl of cereal and milk at hand.

Until next time, I'm going to ponder on how to make this dream of happiness a posibility. It will work as far as tomorrow goes...but for the rest of my life? That will certainly be a challenge.