thank GOD it's football friday!!!!

while we will not be watchin our nc state shugpies in atlanta for the chicfila kickoff game, 
we are gone be in the raleighwood where you can find us and a handful of friends wearin nc stizzle red. we will be eating and drinking bevies and shouting obscenities at the tv cheering on our team.
 

and i am out of the normal range excited and shaking and would like to squeal like a pig giddy with excitement.

i shall be wearing these items.
love me some slobbering wolf.
(shout out to my girl, ber)

get excited!!!

shit is about to be ONNNN.

 

a home tour. sort of.

today is one of my "feeling random, but super happy and blessed, so I want to blog randomness" sort of days ... enjoy.  
(Also, I'm super jacked up because football starts TOMORROWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
Can I get a "Whoop Whoop"?!?!?!?!?!)





let the random shots of our home begin ...

it's the little things that make home home, right?

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1} one of my nicknames is 'beef', and this cow is about as wide as a quarter. he lives on the ledge of a mirrored window that hangs in our entryway.

2} we really don't care. if it was that great, you should have stayed there.
but if you are a yankee who came down here and is embracin it, then welcome.

3} every home needs Jesus.
for realz.

4} hubs' piggies.
he doesn't know i took this pic.
or that it's on le bloggy.
he will swear i'm tryin to humiliate him.

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these are also the types of posts that happen when i take a nap and therefore, am still up when i should be sleeping and i get an urge to take randoms with the nikon.

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1} our tiny closet which is currently a train wreck 

Anj Pie has too many clothes.

and shoes.

duh.

2} hola nc stizzle pillow pet!

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1} have y'all ever had blenheim's ginger ale? they have regular, spicy and diet.

{to me, the regular IS spicy. this shiz is legit. you can actually tell it's made from ginger.}

bottled in SC!

2} my mama gave me the hand towel below. i love it because tis true, frands! you just gotta get out there and follow your dreams. they aren't gonna come beatin your door down.

3} i've had that shaker for oh, 10 years. it's made mixed drinks about 5 times. 

it's made iced coffee about 15 times, all in the last few months.

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1} makeup dumpin ground

2} hydrangea from our wedding that sits at the top of the steps

3} tiny cabbage patch from when i was little.

she's standin on a tray that my girl amber got me from a thrifting excursion.

it's also where bangles, earrings and bobby pins tend to land.

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1} we already talked about my needs.

2} magnets about me.

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what kinda goodies you got hangin around your house, huh?

rain.

Mmmm.

What's better than listening to a torrential downpour while lying on the couch with the back door open?

Not much, I say.

Even better with your most favoritest ever blanket.

And looking at your hubs through the window and smiling because he's been in his truck for 20 minutes waiting for it to pass because he is umbrella-less.

It's the little things.

a list of happies.

dear SIB readers,

thanks so much for your kind comments, thoughts and prayers regarding my meltdown yesterday. i did end up punching diabeetus in the throat, going for a walk, going to bed early, and now i'm feeling better. i'm also having lunch with a dear, dear friend in a little while, so that's all the more reason to be smiles today, shugs.

i'm itching to blog today, and it's going to be in the form of this random list of happies, in no particular order.

1) anj davis

2) chobani greek yogurt in apple cinnamon (just like baked apples at the bottom!)

3) fall's almost here

4) my acupuncturist is the bomb

5) it's alllllmost nc state tailgating time ... can't wait for this friday to watch the chicfila game!

6) thank God for mama

7) and good friends

8) this blog - it keeps me sane fo sho

9) Jesus

sometimes crappo days are just a reminder of your support system. crying helps too. and to have your hubs hug you and smile while you cry. helps you know it's not the end of the world like you previously thought.

i hope y'all have a great tuesday. mine's been good so far! ;)

love,
shug

what's on your list of happy???

some days you just feel defeated

and today is one of those for me.

i try to stay positive with this stupid diabetes, i really do.
but sometimes, i just want to punch it in the throat.

i am so sick and effing tired of guessing what my body is doing.
constantly fluctuating blood sugars.
data. data. data.
coming up with a "plan" for this shit is like trying to catch puddin with a net.
{that's not a "saying", it really is how i feel with trying to control this shit}

i'm ready to say f*** it.

you fix one leak, and you have another one.
DAMN YOU.

and i will shut up now because i know i am very blessed.
it's not perfect, but it's come a long way.
and there are so many others with struggles greater than my own.

if you are someone who gets your pray on, i could use some.
i'm just tired.
tired of analyzing.
tired of checking blood sugars obsessively.
tired of reporting shit to my doctor and not understanding the full picture.

okay, i'm done, now.
thanks for listening, y'all.

i will end with a totally unrelated funny:

Source: littlewhitelion.com via Beth on Pinterest

happy monday.

are we there yet?

i can't hold it much longer.

seriously, fall.

where you at?

i know i ain't been long posted about such cravings, but ...

i'm ready.

and i'm way past ready for this

eager to watch our first game next weekend.

tailgating soon to follow!

party @ beef's

I think for my 30th birthday {which is oh, over 10 months away, but who gives?} that I want to have a party.

A big one.

And here's who I want in attendance:

{I mean, maybe we'll wanna play some basketball, or put on our cowboy hats & boots and go ridin}

{eric church - some of best NC has to offer - other than yours truly, of course}

{red headed men are always fun, am i right or am i right?}

{i wanna be the fourth pistol annie - shugar annie?}

we could have the party somewhere like this:

and we could entertain ourselves with the following:

we can cook a pig
{even if it is july} 

 and eat on awesome plates like this:

and since pistol annies and eric would be there anyway, they could play these songs:

who's in?

dear haters,

Normally my "Dear ______" posts are a list of sorts, but today's is pretty simple, but equally valid I think.

So, without further ado,

Dear People Who Have a Quick Mouth and All the Answers to All the World's Problems:

Heard this on Pandora and thought of you.

And whether you like country or not.

Or whether you like Luke Bryan or not. 

I think you should have a listen.

Because it's so easy for us all to judge. 

{Myself included.}

But you never know what battles God has chosen for others to fight.

And maybe next time you want to judge, you should ask yourself, "Would you want to trade places?"

If you really think that people fighting addiction, who have lost their job, their family, their friends, their self-respect, and their kids, or people who are begging for money on the side of the road day after day in the heat and cold and rain while being talked shit to by people like you are simply lazy, and don't want a "normal" life, then I think it's pretty damn safe to say you really don't know jack.

Love, 

Shug in Boots

linked up today

It is O . . . . K! Really.

it's ok ...

+ that hubs and I have been on a "Biggest Loser" challenge for over a month and he's lost 6 pounds and I weigh exactly the same. Down to a tenth of a f**kin pound. Really, it's okay.

+ that I have been eating shit tons of these Veggie Medley sticks. (see previous comment about lack of weight loss)

+ that I have one of these half and half cocktails daily. This means I'm having two soft drinks, but only one of which has caffeine. Progress, people. Progress. At least that counts as some kind of a healthy improvement, right? Right.

+ that I am so damn over summer and beyond ready for fall. I'm SICK of mosquitos and SICK of sweatin. The summertime humidity and funk that we get around here is for Davises who have some sort of body temperature regulation problem and finally think it's "warm and comfy".

+ to wear somethin like this to an NC Stizzle game - including a not red shirt. Anj acts like this is the anti-Christ. But I get sick of wearin the same "college apparel" over and over.

wolfpack tailgate by shuginboots

I will not, however, wear stripper heels or a dress barely long enough to cover my ass cheeks. Where are these hoes' mamas/aunts/grandmas? It is a football game, shugs!

+ that I HATE water, and force myself to drink it and keep track of how much water I've had that day so I can feel guilty that I haven't had enough make sure I've had enough by the time my head hits the pillowcase.

+ that I don't watch Honey Boo Boo or any of the Bachelor/Bachelorettes or any of the Real Housewives of BFE, or give a flyin shit what the Kardashians are doing. I hardly ever turn the TV on. It doesn't get turned on until Anj comes home. {Insert lewd joke.}

+ that I don't like to throw out hubs' old raggedy v-neck Hanes t-shirts because Mama like to sleep in em, y'all. I will dig through all the new, thick ones to find an old, thin, raggedy ass one. Com-furt.

+ that the tone of my posts is greatly impacted by what time of the month it is.

+ for somebody who is diabetic as hell to be drankin on some sweet tea at a family reunion. Special occasions call for special rules, no?

+ {and convenient} that there are no dry counties in SC. However, it is weird how the alcohol sales on Sunday depend on what county/city limits you are in. #confusion. You know people be tryin to drink beer and watch the race or the Panthers game.

And just for good measure, here's some shit that is NOT OK

= that in SC, they make you put your weight on your license. Umm, wtf? Annnnd, they are good for 10 years. ........... I'm here to tell y'all, people's weight is GONE CHANGE over the course of 10 years. And there ain't even a scale. You just "tell them" what your weight is. Shit is wrong, and people gone lie anyway!

= for facebook to be givin me "poke" suggestions. Who sits around thinkin, "Hey, I ain't poked that guy I knew in middle school in a long, long time. Lemme do that now."

= for a doctor to look at me all cray because I want a copy of my own damn medical records. Don't look at me like that, playa. You make enough damn money. Now throw that shit on the copier and I'll be on my way.

= to order Diet Coke and the waiter not warn you that shit is really Diet Pepsi.

= for businesses to require a minimum purchase on credit cards. Pretty sure that shit is against y'all's contract with the credit card company.

Check out Brunch with Amber and A Complete Waste of Makeup for more ...

that time i had a mud wrestlin party

When I was a senior in high school, I thought,

"Shit! We got room! We ought to have a mud wrestlin party out here! Wonder if I can con talk Hazel into this."

And then, it all started to come to fruition ...

Step 1:

Nicely ask cousin who has a gradin business if he will come dig a pit.
Get awesome photo made rockin your 2001 light denim and monogrammed silver shit.

Step 2:
 Tell errbody who ain't scared.

Step 3: 

Fill that bitch up with the water hose for like a day and a half.
Make sure it's nice and deep and squishy.
{hush}

Step 4:

Get towels and four-wheelers.

Go!

In addition to Cousin Blake, mayjah shout out to Hazel and Big Leon for lettin that shit go down.

PS - Speakin of throwdowns, if you ain't checked out the Pig Pickin Post, you totally must.

PPS - This was totally worth the cardio and strength workout I got from nearly breakin my neck and fallin out of a chair to get the big ass tupperware that these pics were stored in out of the attic by myself because I was too impatient to wait for Anj to come home and plus, I didn't want to nag him because he would probably say no. 

* xo *

DJ Shug Bone - soul

Y'all know I love me some old school soul. 

{And if there's a such thing as havin a past life, I'm pretty sure I was black in mine.}

love. this. shiz.

{show and tell - al wilson}

{try a little tenderness - otis redding}

warnin: shit be gettin crunk at about 2:15

{lady soul - the temptations}

happy tuesday, shugs

sunday stroll

hubs & i went for a little walk

thank God for quiet southern towns

hope y'all had a good weekend