Runaway Socks

They go in together, but come out alone. How does it happen? and why so often? If you can tell me that you've never had a missing sock, than I can tell you that I don't like you and you are lieing to my face. It's just wrong. Admit it like the rest of us. You've had socks that didn't like you or its "mate", as my mother calls them, and the sock decided to leave your life forever. You save the extra one like one day that missing sock will return. Perhaps, he will ring your door bell. You'll answer and suddenly it will jump on to your cold, clammy foot and you'll be reunited......until it wants its freedom again. Then you'll be shit out of luck. Yea, keep waiting, I'm sure it will return. We all do it. You probably have a few randos in your sock drawer right now (I mean really, why do they leave us, we have a whole drawer dedicated to them!) Or if you're like the Hennessey family growing up, you stick the single and lone socks in "the bag". A bag? Yes, a bag. With 6 members to the family, you can imagine how many "lost" socks there were. Each and every time you had a new lone ranger you had to go thru the bag to see if its long, lost mate was waiting for him, which it never was. Why would it be? That'd be too easy and convenient. Instead you thru the new sock into the bag with the rest. Unless of course it was one of the 'good ones'. Then you'd hold out for a day or two before adding it to the rest. You know what I mean, one of your favorites. We all have them so don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You have your go-to's and then the ones you hate to wear. Which usually looks like the pile of endagered socks sitting in the bag. How long do you wait? A few days, a week, a month? Whatever the length of time, it's probably too long.

This is always an issue when doing laundry. Maybe not every time, but far too often, wouldn't you agree? I was discussing this "situation" with my friend Gill last night (@gillweathers - huge twitter fan, follow him). Gill has a "system", but the "system" seems to fail. Are his socks outsmarting him? You decide. Gill will come home, take off his shoes, then his socks. He will throw the socks in his laundry basket together. Not together as in at the same time, but rather, literally put them together like you would after being washed. He then does the laundry, and to his surprise one will be missing when he goes to fold his clothes. How does this happen? Are our socks actually running away, or is the above picture true? Maybe our washing machines are bonusing us a new sock! Chew on that.

The best "waste" of time EVER

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Just trust me. This guy is hilarious.

'Tis the season

I want to start by saying that if you haven't seen The Fray live, you haven't heard an amazing concert. They were unbelievable! The sound was incredible and they sound exactly the same, if not better than their recordings. I was lucky enough to see them during "work" but would pay big money to see them again, and again, and again. Find them! I promise you you will not be disappointed. In fact, you may thank me.


How could you thank me you ask? Why how about one of these items on my Christmas list this year. I think this could be the most random 'wish list' I have ever created. In the Hennessey family you send your list in October. It's not normal, I know that, and you might even say that its over the top.....and I would agree. One of my sisters likes to send hers in an email early on, normally stating, "I know it's early but so many of you have asked me what we want for Christmas". Have we? Who knows but I oblige by reading the list of items I normally cannot afford followed by sending my sad list of toiletries I hate buying for myself, throwing in the occasional big item to shoot for. Not this year though. This year, I know exactly what I would like. Any of the following items would make me overly joyed, as well as help make me some dough. Except for the comforter, that is meant for comfort, promise :)

To name a few....

The season is upon us and this weekend the festivities begin. Lots of friends coming into town for two big "ragers". Can I still use the word rage?


These are annual events and they are sure to live up to their expectations. Christmas decorations, red and green outfits - some more outrageous than others, kegs, wine, and "treats". Treats = mini bottles.....a tradition now forever embedded into any party or event worth attending. Someone has a brown bag filled with "treats" and the crowd starts chanting "TREATS, TREATS, TREATS, TREATS, TREATS", etc!! Then someone reaches into the bag and pulls one out. The crowd begins chanting "EAT YOUR TREAT! EAT YOUR TREAT! EAT YOUR TREAT!". The normal response is the eating of the treat, following by cheering, laughter, and faces that clearly read with looks of disgust,  however there are a few who don't fall to peer pressure. It's all really mature, can't you tell?


Speaking of mature....check out my friends Christmas card. These will be the hosts of party #1. Lookin' good boys, lookin' good.



I'm bringing a change of underwear...

...because I may very well pee my pants with excitement. To say that I love all kinds of music is an understatement, especially with my current profession being what it is. But throughout past years had someone asked me who my favorite band was, I wouldn't have the slightest clue - - mainly because I tend to like a few songs but never whole albums time after time. With the exception of recently. I am in love with The Fray. Any song, any album (if you couldn't already tell from the blog playlist). The obsession started on long, long, long (did I mention long?) road trips home and all over the East Coast in my 90's Volvo Station Wagon that sported an awesome CD player and one speaker blaring as loud as it could go (luckily on the driver side). Now, still on road trips, I love to keep the tunes going. Still The Fray, a little of The Script, and many more Hennessey Hits (which needs to be updated). I like their type of music, it's good "listening" music as weird as that might sound Do you know what I mean? Anyway, The Fray are part of our (B93.7) Acoustic Christmas Show happening this weekend. I'm pumped to say the least.




click here for tickets

Besides them I will get to see and meet Colbie Caillat, Andy Grammer, Patrick Stump, and the mystery guest (who I know and am also very excited about!). These are a few that I'm excited to hear....

and their latest track....

To add to the excitement my sister Lindsay and her friend/my non-related sister Dez (pictured on the left), are flying in Friday night and staying for the weekend. I'm treating them to the perks of the job while they are here, plus I can't wait to show them Greenville in general! Dez and Lindsay live in Baltimore and I keep telling them they need to get out of that concrete jungle and head south for the winter. Took a couple dates to throw around and a little bit of bribing, but I mentioned who was coming and how much I love the rates Southwest is offering these days, and there you go. 2 round trip flights to Greenville. As you can see Dez likes an alcoholic beverage just as much as the next guy (if not more) so we plan to booze it up a little while they're in town, too. Please feel free to join us.

SEE YOU SOON GIRLS!

<3

T-Pains Apology

Remember when I told you I went to T-Pains house? No? Read this.


So in my post I said, "After a few songs, and a couple more drinks, a small group were possibly engaged in an outside conversation. At this point I will share with you that T-Pain is extremely passionate about his music, and that this album took him about 2 1/2 years to make, whereas his past work was only an average of 4 months. I'll leave it at that I guess, but the key word being 'passionate'."


His "passion" resulted in cutting off the 4th or 5th song half way through us listening to the album and going on a 3-5 minute rant about how this is his life and he invited us into his. f****ing. house. And that if you didn't want to talk about T-Pain that you should go outside, yada yada yada. There were a lot of f-bombs, hand gestures, and slaps to the granite bar counter top to get the point across. Then following up with 'since you weren't listening I guess we will have to start over' and started the entire album from the beginning again, introducing each song again, just like the first time. I can now share this with you because it turns out the other radio personnel there that night weren't so tight lipped as I kind of was. He sent out this apology today.

You can find the actual apology here. I didn't think that he went overboard that night, it was a little shocking and surprising, but mostly just uncomfortable and a little awkward for everyone in the room. I appreciate his apology and would welcome the chance to return to his home...Heineken in hand of course.

Barbie is pregnant?!?

It was just 3 years ago that I would open my facebook to find pictures of frat parties filled with kegs, spring break photos, posts about the night before or what was going on this weekend. These days its about houses being purchased, promotions, engagements/weddings, and the newest addition....babies. My sister and her husband had a baby last February, which is one among many in their circle of friends. A few of my friends are expecting their first within the next few weeks. It's a very exciting time and I couldn't be happier for them. I am more than obsessed with my niece, Sawyer, and she's not even mine! So anyway, back to my original thought. I kept seeing  all these baby posts on facebook and it was basically the only thing that sat on my news feed for a few days (around Halloween specifically). A few days later there was an MTV marathon of Teen Mom on, and then somehow I came across this picture. I can honestly tell you that I don't remember how but I didn't know whether to laugh or just go with my original thought....w. t. f..... It's probably because I find this so intense on the strangest level. Is this a teach method or is barbie just trying to 'keep up' with society? Either way I find this incredibly odd. It used to be that barbies accessories were her comb, purse, or shoes (before they were eaten or chewed by the family dog). Now it's.... a baby. This sparked my interest so I google imaged "pregnant barbie", and I found this gem. Read the caption on her packaging.



 Teen Pregnancy Barbie....."She's so happy she didn't listen to the grumpy old nurse at the clinic". I wondered if she costs extra or if her "trendy diaper bag" came with it, so I followed up the search, and that led me to this.

If you ask me Ginni looks pissed. It might be because she just found her husband boyfriend in a closet with Ken. Does anyone else think he has an incredibly strong resemblance to carrot top? Either way it's creepy, but you can get this happy family for a slim $40 after shipping.

I'm at a loss for words and you will be, too. Do yourself a favor and google image "pregnant barbie". It's a pure sign our culture is going downhill, in the toy department anyway. Your child can even help barbie give birth....oh yea. Google away. It's so weird.