Guest Blogger – BibleBeltRebel: On this date in History

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Guess what we are fortunate enough to be alive for????? 11.11.11! Yep. A date. That consists of a repetitious number.

Ok, so maybe that doesn’t seem like such a big damn deal to you but I bet you know at least one person who’s making a big damn deal about it! Afterall it really is a rare occurrence…a once in a century occurrence. Which translates into one of two things in this “neck of the woods” …

1.) People start stocking up their apocalypse bunkers, and praying at stop lights.


2.) They run to the altar, stop taking their birth control and start practicing procreation.

Regardless of which of these options you chose (or get suckered into by redneck brain wa[r]sh)  you can be sure that for the next oh, 100 freakin’ years…you’re going to be asked… “Where were you on 11.11.11?”

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A day of one’s.

January 1, 2011. 01-01-11.

Do you have any idea what this means?!?!

Well, this year is going to be #1, of course!

I was —-this close to not going out for New Years. As the day grew I felt less and less in the mood. But I sucked it up.

I started getting ready (with the aid of my Jay-Z Pandora station) and I made it through. I’m so glad I went out and didn’t trust my fuddy-duddy instinct to drown my sorrows in a sad cup of hot chocolate and a bowl of homemade popcorn. I can do that any night 😉

I think I have to do that a lot more…get over my fuddy-duddy instinct. Because despite my outgoing, talk-too-much, people-loving attitude, I LOVE to stay in. I love Netflixing my heart away and hunkering down under the covers with cats sprinkled in there somewhere. It’s glorious. But only glorious when it’s rare.

Like all good things, they are only their best in moderation.

And here’s to 2011! The NUMBER 1 year, by default.

ps. My actual New Year’s Night really wasn’t that exciting (story wise), although enjoyable. I ran into a bunch of people, which was delightful. AND I did get a lot of (mean) glares from the same-sex, due to the red dress, of course. I don’t think I’ve ever experience a mean glare. They are pretty funny looking, really.

Yours futuristically,


My New Years Anxiety and White People Problems

A few more days and it will be 2011. The world will keep turning, just for one more year though. Haven’t you heard? It all ends in 2012. And the only thing that will really change is the way I write my checks.

So why am I anxious? Anxious about New Years Eve and a silly night. I won’t be kissing anyone, as we all read. So no fun…I mean, pressure there.

Last year I was in New York with that certain “mind fucker” somebody. It was my first time to the city I want to live in. New York was glorious. But he started pulling away from me there. That’s where the mind fucking all began.

So, I won’t be enduring any mind fucking. YAY! But why do I feel so lonely? I am happy single. I am happy with my life and I am so very lucky for everything I have.

OH MY GOD. I know what it is.

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