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Written on October 30th, 2009
Can you believe it? I actually remembered to have Matt change my avatar for you. 
I hope you have a fantastic birthday weekend. I think Sunday b’days are the best, because then your whole weekend is sort of a celebration.
I won’t be around until Sunday evening, so I wanted to make sure I told you “Happy Birthday” before we left town…I felt terrible that I dropped the ball on JustFly’s day and didn’t get home until late in the evening to give her my best wishes. So, I am jumping the gun and hitting you two days early.
I think you are a lovely, somewhat shy, and definitely fragile woman. There is nothing wrong with any of those things. It makes me want to cuddle and protect you. I have been fragile before, and still feel fragile from time to time. I get it. You know you have a friend in me, right??
I hope this is the best year you have ever had, and yes, that is my standard birthday greeting, but I really mean it to everyone I say it to.
Have fun bowling on your day, and know that ol’ dipshit EF in Kentucky will be thinking about you.
Love
Sue
Written on October 30th, 2009
I was cleaning out my car this morning–throwing away trash and vacuuming like I do about once every two years or so.
I discovered a plastic container under the passenger side seat. It contained the most colorful tuna salad sandwich you have ever seen. Mold and fungus–every color of the rainbow. There was even a sticker on the back that dated it “August 29.”
I am going to assume the year was 2009, but I can’t be positive.
When we find our camera, Matt will post a picture, and I will once again out-do Steve just like I did with the Creed license plate.
Written on October 30th, 2009
I have really enjoyed getting to know you. I think you’re a lovely woman and it is my privilege to have you as a friend. You always make me smile, and you’re one of those chicks I wish lived next door so we could have coffee together.
Have a wonderful birthday, lovely lady. Hope this is your best year ever.
Love, Sue
Written on October 29th, 2009
Our last name is Cavins. It is pronounced Cave-ins. Most people pronounce it like “cabins” and that is wrong. It grows tiresome, but we are used to it. Unless the person is someone who NEEDS to know the correct pronunciation (like, my brother, but he refuses to say it right. Furthermore, he calls Brad “Bradley” and that is not his name. The “Brad” is short for Bradshaw. But, Dave feels that since he is his uncle he is entitled to call him whatever the hell he wants, and has even said as much.)
Now, look at the word “Cavins.” You know how to pronounce it. You see it spelled correctly right there on the screen. Does it seem like a terribly difficult name to spell? If you were, say, taking my pizza order and asked me my name, and I said, “Susan Cavins” would you be able to at least take a shot at spelling it? You would? Well, you would be the first.
Every single transaction involving sharing our name, whether it is in person or on the phone, goes exactly like this:
Person: Can I get your name?
Me: Susan Cavins.
Person: Spell that?
Me: C-A-V-I-N-S.
Person: C-A-B..
Me: No, V.
Person: What?
Me: C-A-V as in Victor-I-N-S
Person: Oh, okay. What can I get you, Ms. Cabins?
One of these days I will challenge the other person when they ask how to spell our name. I will say, “Just take a shot. You can do it.” Besides, what the hell difference does it make if our name is misspelled in the computer system at Wings and Rings?
Matt went to the doctor the other day and the nurse kept calling him Mr. Gavins (pronounced, unfortunately, Gay-Vins.) He corrected her, and told her it was Cavins with a C. Two minutes later she called him back and said, “Mr. Gavins?” He was the only patient there! She didn’t have time to forget or become confused. People just decide, like my brother, how they want to spell or pronounce our name and stick to it. It’s annoying.
Anyone else have a not-so-tricky, or incredibly difficult last name?
Written on October 29th, 2009
Y’all know I am not an investigative journalist. I am not going to provide links or photos to back up this story: I will just tell it.
A couple sued Louisville Slugger because their kid got hit with a ball during a baseball game. Guys, if you ever took a line drive to your nuts, raise your hand. Ever get beaned on the head, raise your hand. Ever catch a pop up with your face, raise your hand.
Anyway, they sued Louisville Slugger because they were not adequately warned that aluminum bats cause the ball to soar faster and farther. Apparently, if they had known aluminum bats were being used they would have put their pussy little kid in a damned hamster ball or some shit so that he would avoid being hurt.
The jury found that Louisville Slugger was not negligent, but still awarded these clowns $850K.
WTF? Why give them anything more than a disgusted look? I don’t get it.
Written on October 28th, 2009
Okay, enough with the Nellies. Now, which of these self-professed badasses would win in a fight?
Written on October 27th, 2009
Okay, the results of my last poll showed that Joan Jett would stomp the crap out of all the others.
Now, for the guys:
I thought about trying to come up with badass guys that might possibly enter into/win a fight, but could only think of a couple. So, for fun, I will post a list of the nelliest guys ever and we can have a laugh picturing them all scratching each others’ eyes out. However, there can only be one winner. Let’s pretend that they are all in a room and one of them told the other he looked like he was wearing jeans that were bought off the rack. Or that one said that another needed to moisturize.
These guys are not necessarily gay. Just not exactly powerhouse badasses.
Written on October 26th, 2009
I do not have a ton of friends, but the ones I do have (both online and real life) are the BEST friends anyone could ever have. I don’t need to be Miss Popular and have hundreds of buddies. I am a “quality over quantity” kinda gal, ya dig? I work very hard at maintaining friendships and making sure that all of my crew is getting what they need from me, whatever that may be, at any given point. I have some friends who are so low maintainance that we can go months without speaking, then pick right back up where we left off without skipping a beat. I have some friends who I am in touch with every single day, and I love that dynamic, too.
I will do just about anything to salvage a friendship–especially one that has lasted for a long time. But, eventually, sometimes, the well sort of runs dry and the effort you put into keeping the relationship afloat isn’t worth it anymore.
That has happened with me and one of my oldest and best friends, and I hate it. But, it DOES happen.
Just like a marriage, friendships are relationships and they take work. It’s when the work you put into it doesn’t result in anything but frustration and anger that it is time to walk away.
I am not sad, or angry. I’m disappointed and feeling a little mournful. The death of any relationship is a shame. The worst part is because of her decisions and behavior, our daughters won’t be attending the Daughtery concert together. Autumn is taking someone else…someone whose mom is a little more reliable and not completely self absorbed.
Someone who is a nice girl that Autumn likes a lot, but is NOT, unfortunately, the one she had hoped to take.
The REALLY sad part is that Autumn is not disappointed or upset in the least, because she knows how my friend rolls and knew all along that somehow the ball would be dropped. I think she is actually relieved because now there won’t be the suspense of wondering if they are going to show up, or cancel at the last second, or forget, or whatever.
So, I’m a little bummed. But, I will just think about the OTHER friends I have been blessed with, and how lucky I am to have them.
Written on October 23rd, 2009
No–not a fight or an argument, but I thought of you this morning when the story of the girl you had mentioned in a couple of posts was on the Today Show.
The friends and family and classmates of Morgan, the lovely young girl who went missing after a concert last Saturday held a “vigil” for her.
Now, maybe I am just the suckiest shithead there has ever been, but tell me: what the hell is the point of a goddamned vigil? What GOOD is it doing for a gymnasium full of high school kids to sit around and hold candles and look sad? Is that helping to find her? No.
Maybe it is helpful to the family, though, when people do this kind of thing. I don’t get it, but maybe to some people it is soothing to have total strangers on your front lawn singing “You Are My Sunshine” as in the case of the little girl in Florida who went missing and then her body was discovered yesterday. Somer, I believe, is her name.
I don’t get it. I’m thinking if one of our kids is fucking GONE, and I don’t know where the hell they are or who has them or what is happening TO them, the last thing I want to fool with is a bunch of weirdos with candles singing in our yard. I can’t imagine having the grace to walk outside and thank them, even though I would know they were trying desperately to be nice and doing a small thing to encourage us during what would have to be the worst thing imaginable to a parent.
Your kid dies in a car crash, or of a disease? Horrific. Unreal. Tragic.
Your kid is GONE, and you don’t know WHERE????? Absolutely unspeakable. I honestly can’t think of anything worse. I have to imagine that the finding of a body is better than having your kid OUT THERE–maybe being tortured for years on end. You just don’t know. I would be completely out of my mind, and the people on our front lawn holding candles and singing childrens’ songs would only heighten my madness.
So, Ben, you probably drew more attention to the plight of this girl than anything I saw on the news, because they never really got around to talking about the GIRL. They focused on the ever present vigil. And, I applaud you for it. I wouldn’t have payed much attention to the story if you hadn’t mentioned it in your blog.
I’m thinking, turn the cameras on her friends and family, or check surveillance video, and don’t bore us with a hundred kids sitting in bleachers crying. None of that is going to bring Morgan home.
I hope she is brought home safe and sound, and I hope that every child out there who is NOT where they should be will be delivered home safe and sound. Or, as I saw in an episode of Touched by an Angel years ago (shut up–it’s awesome) “Sometimes the parents come to take them home, and sometimes God takes them home.”
In any case, save your fucking vigil. That is doing no one any good, except forcing the parents to be gracious under exceedingly horrible conditions.
Written on October 23rd, 2009
Check it out–I was halfway listening to this stupid local news show because Daughtry was being interviewed. I don’t even know if I spelled his name right, but you know the guy–the one who won American Idol. He has some decent songs. I was just getting a kick out of watching him and his band try not to look as overwhelmingly bored as they surely were by the inane questions our yokel newscaster was asking them.
So, they say that the tenth caller wins VIP passes to his upcoming show in Louisville.
WTF, right? Why not at least try? I had the phone right there, and had nothing better to do while I was eating a leftover stuffed mushroom (crab stuffed–delish.)
I called, got a busy tone, hit redial, and repeat.
Finally someone answers and said, “You’re the tenth caller! What is your name?”
I was like, “No shit?”
So, I did in fact win, but neither the station manager or I are exactly sure what the VIP passes include. She is going to get back to me with the deets (see, that’s how hip mom’s who scored tickets to see Daughtry talk.)
Best part is this: Autumn LOVES Daughtry. And, this concert is the week before her birthday. YAY! Yes, she’s a little young for a concert, but there is no way I would NOT take her when she gets to go backstage and all that. I’m hoping against hope that they send a limo for us, but am not counting on it. So, as it stands, I will take Autumn and a friend.
Of course, the problem is THIS: I will never in a million years find Broadbent Arena. So, Matt may get to do the honors.
Unless they send a limo.
Evilfury