Florence, Alabama

Tonight my sisters and I went to pick up food from Chili's for dinner, I had an amazing burger by the way, any who... we were in the pick up parking spot waiting for them to bring the food to the car when this fine gentleman, whom we shall call Huburt for privacy reasons (Yes' we knew who he was), shot out of the door and tried to get into Caroline's window. He couldn't speak and from what I could tell through his broken sign language he wanted us to say "Roll Tide!", Typical Alabama fan... anyways at this moment Sarah begins to scream, "Caroline do not open that door, Huburt doesnt not work here, omg omg omg (squeels)." After that awkward moment he then proceeds to go to the front of the car and start doing a little "jig" wafting his arms around in circles like he was a posessed T-Rex. I literally just sat there, mouth wide open, speechless.
The point of this blog post:
Florence, Alabama has more than a few nut cases.

This story will now lead me into talking about where I am from.
Florence, Alabama, population 38,170. Wow, it feels way way way smaller than that. I was born in Augusta, Ga. but when I was 5 my dad scooted us on over to the lovely state of Alabama. I went to Brooks Elementary and Middle school and changed to the city school system in the 10th grade where I went on to graduate from Florence High School.. hell hole of the century.
No, I do not miss high school. No, I would not do it over again. High school was the most painful period in my entire life. I was the awkward girl who was in the right crowd or "popular kids" but I never fit in. I used to wish I did, wish I was like everyone else but now looking back, I embrace my awkwardness and my ability to be totally and completely weird and not think anything of it.

Each post I make will be completely different from the one before. Some funny, some sad, some happy, some just completely random. Enjoy :)
Peace, Love & Nanners

Bananas.

I was eating a banana for brunch today and I started thinking... do bananas feel naked when you peel them? I mean, I know it's just a banana but I like to think they have feelings too. People snack on them everywhere, home, work, park benches, cafeterias, and I think that that may be some form of public indecency. I almost consider them the "strippers" of the fruit and veggie world but they dont really choose to remove their "clothes" they are kind of forced too.  How awkward would it be if someone just walked up to you and stripped you down to nothing but your tighty whiteys?
NOT ONLY do we strip them of all there dignitgy but we also proceed to chow down on their delicious banana-ness (it's NOT a word, google it).
Bananas have feelings too.
And isnt it weird how some foods we add things to, like ketchup and mustard on a hotdog, but others we take away from? In this case we are discussing the degrating treatment of bananas. Dont get me wrong, I am still going to eat bananas, I just will be more concious of all they do just to be yummy.
Peace, Love, and nanners.