tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95938572011-04-21T16:03:39.623-07:00Saying nothing about anythingBranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.comBlogger671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-32988322400037235762008-07-30T19:32:00.001-07:002008-07-30T20:11:05.198-07:00

While I know I should be more positive, today I started thinking of all the stupid things I can't do. I can't throw a frisbee.But no one will believe me -- just like when you tell people you don't like beer. And somehow, the idea that a person cannot throw a frisbee is such an aberrant notion that people are always convinced they will be the one to teach me how it's done. *sigh* So many

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If there's one thing that Facebook has made me do is to examine how seriously I take words. In terms of Facebook, I mean the word "friend". I actually feel guilty accepting someone's invitation to join their friend list, just b/c I don't consider them a friend. Acquaintance...Former Classmate...Frienemy from 10th grade...sure, all those things. But to put them on my friend list *tch, tch* I

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Though possibly the world's weirdest contest, I would like to nominate this book for hand's down the funniest euphemisms for sex ever written, as spoken by a demon dog (now if that doesn't have you rushing to Amazon, I don't know what will).

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Wow, a solid 14 months since my last post. Just saaaaaaad.And to think, there's just not that much to add. Not that I'm complaining. Every year I'm more and more content with being able to tell people "everything is status quo." Because when you can say that, and it means something positive, then you're doing all right.Though I admit a small part of me (not the free-margarita loving part) is

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-81734050225639883452007-05-01T09:50:00.000-07:002007-05-01T10:19:46.179-07:00

Since I just posted an incredibly disheartening and gloomy post, I've decided to indulge myself with a list of good things:1) Chex Turtle Mix - mmmm, caramely, chocolatey, salty. Thank you Jeevus.2) The AWESOME semester I have had, two awards for academic excellence, Dean's list again, winning the writing contest (reward wasn't much, but it bought me a manicure thangeweveruh'mush)3)

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Since Friday before last, there have been four, FOUR bomb threats called into our school. The first one occurred on a Friday. The second one was called in specifically to the building all my classes are in. I was sitting in the hallway prior to class and two gentlemen swept through the building warning everyone to evacuate immediately. The third was called into, of all places, the Student Health

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Overheard at school, a girl talking about her trip to a Sandals resort:"So, we, like, decided to go to Jamaica for Spring Break because we wanted a cultural experience."It was then I learned that snarfing Ranch dressing entirely changes the pH balance of your sinus passages.

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Fair warning: this is not an entertaining blog, it's definitely "Cathartic Sunday" a day to let off some steam.I can understand school slackers. I slacked, didn't live up to my potential, it's sort of what you do when you're 18-22. But if you're going to be slacker, just accept it and stop bitching that the world doesn't fill in for you that big gaping hole btwn effort and achievement.Since

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Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus...Hazzah, hazzah! (really have always wanted an excuse to use that word, seems as good a time as any)I just hope the dem's can manage to pull it together. They've got 2 years to prove themselves, which is not much time to undue a heck of alot of damage.

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I have something very important to say.Are you listening? You'd better, because what I have to tell you may be the most useful piece of advice you will ever get.Ready?IF you decide one day to sit yourself down and paint your toenails in the nude...and IF you get up for just a second to grab something from another room...Do NOT...I repeat...Do NOT...leave your cuticle orange stick on the seat of

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1162185621669561132006-10-29T20:49:00.000-08:002006-11-03T06:29:22.510-08:00

I know I blog about once every 6 months..or 9..or so. Frankly, what is there to write about? If you want to know how today has been, go back a year and a half in my blog and just add, "later, the same day..."**DH has taken up football. Not playing it, of course, he's come to the armchair fan part of manliness late in life. He's very verbally enthusiastic, and his emoting is giving me PTS

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1158380467607952432006-09-15T21:10:00.000-07:002006-09-16T07:33:21.150-07:00

You can't imagine how happy I was I had the camera in the car that day.Ironically, we saw this on our way back from picking up a super large pepperoni and mushroom pizza.It was just that kind of month. A few weeks later (no camera this time) as we drove by we saw our local community center was offering "Crapbooking Classes."

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Haha, she strikes again! Dixie's latest meme, asking to list six obscure things about oneself.I will steal my #1 from her:1) Every single time I've taken pepto-bismol I've thrown up - though it's very pretty, all that bright pink on white, like a birthday cake. Mylanta, however, doesn't make me hurl...go figure.2) When I was around 3, almost every single day for an entire week I got my hand

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Over heard in the Texas State Ladies bathroom:Girly #1 "So, like, she told me that she was worried about me because I was getting too thin."Girly #2 "I would like TOTALLY consider that a compliment!"That noise you hear is my spleen being coughed up.Also Overheard: "yeah, that party was totally ghetto, so we went to a bar instead."Someone please tell me...at what point did it get to be okay for a

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1145107904434210222006-04-15T05:57:00.000-07:002006-04-17T21:21:08.893-07:00

The tag is almighty...thy will be done DPMeme instructions: Look at the list of books below. Bold the ones you've read, italicize the ones you might read, cross out the ones you won't, underline the ones on your book shelf, and place parentheses around (or strike through) the ones you've never even heard of. However, this stupid blog box doesn't show me how to x-out, and I'm HTML stupid, so I

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How did I get to be 32 and have never heard the name Allen Ginsberg?I blame it on learning literature in the 80's...in Texas.And I fully profess that, try as I might, poetry will always make me feel stupid and smart all at the same time....but mostly stupid.I write all this just to excuse myself for quoting Ginsberg, and hoping that we can agree that there will be no pop quiz later...Ok..ok, here

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1142058723813431372006-03-10T22:09:00.000-08:002006-03-14T15:18:22.366-08:00

Have you ever gone your entire life "knowing" a song, fake "hmmm, hmmm, baby" singing through the lyrics but belting out the chorus along to the bits you know, when out of the blue you suddenly realize what the song is about...and you're HORRIFIED.Yep, well let me just say what the HELL is up with the Pina Colada song?! Hmmm, I think I'll write a big hit about two morons blatantly caught

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1141928028357594492006-03-09T09:30:00.000-08:002006-03-09T10:13:48.406-08:00

Every Tuesday and Thursday I have to challenge myself to tackle the hill. You see, I could wait 20 minutes for the little bus that comes around to pick up us sad commuters at school, or I could take 5-10 minutes to walk to my destination. As you can imagine, the problem here is that said location lies at the top of a big mo-fo hill. It's like the K2 of sciatic twinges.Usually every class day,

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In the current and too long lasting Texas Government administration that was given by default of sanctimonious sack's departure for the White House to Pretty Boy Perry, and furthered by men looking suspiciously like the banker on the Monopoly board, the only thing of note I can determine that is coming from the capital is the sucking sound of a huge vacuum which somehow manages to not diminish

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My brother couldn't keep a bike.Bike after bike, after motorcycle, stolen right off the porch. One would think it would occur to someone to, I dunno, try a bike lock. But my family has never been known to scamper in the fields of good sense. One particular morning my sister peeks out the front curtain and yells, "Chris, some guy is stealing your bike!"My brother comes yelling, nay screeching

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1133981167541679182005-12-07T10:23:00.000-08:002005-12-07T10:46:07.566-08:00

I know, ages and ages since I last posted. To be fair, I do not have a natural urge to write like true writers do, and any urge has been taken up by the following papers: "Marxist Analysis of Puss in Boots" and "Id, Ego and SuperEgo in the Scarlet Letter".Yeah...so ya' see...HOWEVER, thanks to...as usual...Dixie, I am posting, ok well stealing a questionnaire from her site. Look people, I'm in

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For some reason, I just had one incredibly random flash back.We had this water jug...now remember, this was the late 70's, people didn't quite get germs, e. coli, you name it. My mom used to make this little snack with raw yolk, salt, pepper and crackers...she used to let us taste the raw hamburger meat to suck the Lawry's seasoning out of it. And somehow we survived those brushes with bacteria.

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1127361589348867872005-09-21T20:45:00.000-07:002005-09-21T20:59:49.370-07:00

Listening to Don Williams, taking a memory trip back to the lake and night fishing. Not that I did any fishing, one wack in the head with a fish was plenty (thanks Tracy.) I was an endless star gazer. Just country on the radio, cool night breeze on my blistering sunburn, Dad at the front of the boat cussing out the fish that swallowed his hook, and the Milky Way. This one is dedicated to

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1126743200757052862005-09-14T16:49:00.000-07:002005-09-14T17:22:33.703-07:00

7 things I plan to do before I die:1) Visit Europe2) Obtain a degree3) Try a really expensive wine or champagne, just to see what the hoopla is all about4) See the Grand Canyon...to see what the hooplah is all about5) Cook the perfect brownie6) See U2 in concert one more time7) Have a full spa weekend: nails, body, face and hair...damn the cost! And not a HEALTH spa, god forbid.7 things I can do:

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We've been talking in my lit class about the ideologies we hold and how deeply unaware we are of these ideologies, despite the fact that they determine practically every move we make. Questioning why we do what we do is generally damned threatening, even for a person who thinks they're down with their inner psyche.It's really been hitting me today after reading a post on a certain tourist

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1125157783940641922005-08-27T08:11:00.000-07:002005-08-27T20:32:20.830-07:00

My first impression of school was that I was in a very bad '70s Angie Dickinson movie.Here I was, in the wee hours of the morning, being transported to an all women's prison. At least the so called Tram TSU provides for us commuters exiled to parking Siberia is reminiscent of a prison bus. Old ugly green seats, rattling wheezing engine, a paint job that has seen better days 10 years ago. The 100%

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1124896231039140732005-08-24T07:12:00.000-07:002005-08-24T08:10:31.046-07:00

From my favorite tagger, Dixie :)10 years ago: I was working for the City of Austin Arts Department for a man who thought he'd been a wolf in a past life, going to school and trying most erroneously to salvage a relationship that had been circling the drain for at least 3 years, getting ready to move into a new apartment with the perfect roommate, despite her prediliction for moldy spaghetti

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1124837270414822692005-08-23T15:02:00.000-07:002007-03-23T17:07:01.080-07:00

editing

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Tagged by Dix. You win again, woman, are you satisfied. Dixie is going to make me update my blog if she gets phantom gall bladder pains trying. :)Three names I go by:1. Brandi2. Bran3. Brandivee (this is a southern-ish, rural thing)Three screen names I’ve had:1. BranV2. Bran3. BrandiveeThree physical things I like about myself:1. My eyes2. My skin3. My hour glassThree physical things I don’t

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1120741828915270162005-07-07T05:49:00.000-07:002005-07-07T06:10:28.923-07:00

It's hot.No, no, now I know I always say that, but really...it's HOT.My little Weather Bug, which leaves the temperature on my toolbar, actually turned the numbers from black to RED yesterday when the reading went over 100....again.Now I don't know why everyone hates Weather Bug. Whenever it's raining...hinting of raining...or humid even, I'm pulling up the radar. Cackling wildly, I'll rub my

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1120170902379385002005-06-30T14:44:00.000-07:002005-07-01T09:11:08.170-07:00

Following is the list of Bravo's Top 100 Horror Movies. They have a multi part show regarding each of these movies, and I watch it as often as I can. What better way to entertain yourself then to see small clips of really grotesque scenes (and others commentaries on them.) I love horror movies, but I hate them WHILE I'm seeing them. I'm a finger peeker...and forget seeing a horror movie in the

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1119902058401567292005-06-27T12:14:00.000-07:002005-06-27T12:54:18.406-07:00

I have a confession to make.Not that is will shock anyone to the core, but it's something I keep buried whenever in the presence of literary sorts. Although, to be frank, they may not be shocked themselves. Anyone who has read my blog can certainly recognize I'm more of the homegrown edumacated sort. I think mah words too damn fast, and type too damn fast...grammar can't keep up. I shame

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1119808320005355902005-06-26T10:49:00.000-07:002005-06-26T10:53:35.153-07:00

The only reason I got out of bed today was because of the possibility of cake.3232boo-hooboo-hooIf they can do a revival of HMS Pinafore, think I can carry off a revival of 29?

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So, the times I almost killed my grandmother - Who is, in fact, now dead, but I had nothing to do with that.My sister and I were both attending Univ. of North Texas, which we commuted to together. On the way onto the campus, we passed a cemetary. Sign outside the cemetary has some mesh of abbreviated title, proclaiming that the cemetary was sponsored by some group. It was a fairly rural community

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Hoisted from Dixie who of course borrowed it herself with proper credit given (unlike some schmucks she could mention):Take this list and highlight what you've actually done (although I really wish someone would tell me what #'s 113 & 119 were :-) ):01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink02. Swam with wild dolphins03. Climbed a mountain04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive05. Been inside the Great

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Yesterday I attended New Transfer Student Orientation at Texas State University. Check-in was from 7-8 am. As I walked into the building, patting myself on the back for being early to assure early bird rewards, I was stopped in my tracks by a line just inside the door, winding its way around the lobby. DAMN, when did generation XY'ers start being so non-passive? I was really relying on the

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1118329294143957482005-06-09T07:30:00.000-07:002005-06-09T08:01:34.150-07:00

I never use my front door...I mean, ever. Unlike the rest of the rural community of Texas, we actually use our garage for our cars and not for hanging a large Texas flag and/or Budlight neon (on a sidenote, what is it that makes a country person want to hang out in front of their garage? They have a back yard, what is the appeal of their driveway...do they think it gives people the impression

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1117034837265227202005-05-25T07:41:00.000-07:002005-05-25T08:32:45.603-07:00

That Dixie is a smart ass :-) She tagged me so that "she'll update her blog." Look woman, it's summertime in Kyle, TX....all I have to write about is heat, the cat upchuck I awoke to find on my sofa (now really, how do I clean THAT?), spiders and more spiders, and the outstanding chocolate chip muffin I had today. The horror...the unmitigated horror...all except the muffin of course.Now if you

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1116819148769847222005-05-22T19:24:00.000-07:002005-05-23T08:00:51.356-07:00

I can't begin to tell you the unspeakable dread I feel when I am sitting at a wedding and the groomsmen all file in wearing cowboy hats.-------------The newest thing for weddings is a chocolate fountain. It's a pretty awesome spectacle and if it's done well, as it was at this wedding, the fountain is surrounded by skewered fruits, marshmallows, etc. that can make you bow in submission to its

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Following the maze of blog links, I occasionally read a blog by a woman I simply don't know. I know her by reputation.As I read one of her blog posts on U2, I was so profoundly moved that it literally seized my lungs for a moment. What beauty when you not only find yourself locked to the page, but it is a struggle to draw a breath until you reach the end.The thing about witnessing talent like

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1115989550726928742005-05-13T06:05:00.000-07:002005-05-13T08:07:45.546-07:00

I simply do not have enough spikes in my brainwave pattern to think of something to write about every day. BUT, I certainly have plenty to bitch about. You know it's a talent when the most frequent career advice you get is "ooh, you should be a critic!" Done and Done! Ergo, I'm thinking that when I'm at a loss for this site I shall do a brief rants and raves. Much like Paris Hilton, it's cheap

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1115095340254090602005-05-02T21:19:00.000-07:002005-05-02T21:47:50.003-07:00

Realizing what I've let myself in for...Again, back to the novice blogger thing. I'm wondering how many other blogger and blog readers have experienced what I just experienced: reading the blog/web site of someone you think you know and finding that afterwards your opinion of their intelligence, class and sanity has dropped by approx. 50%.On top of that, I am amazed at what people will put on

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1114353410040656782005-04-24T07:16:00.000-07:002005-05-13T07:31:45.906-07:00

I am pretty much a novice blogger. (If right now someone is sarcastically saying "no, really?" rest assured I am flipping you off.) I am still at the stage where I care more what others think of my blog then I care what I think. Sad, really. Needless to say, I am unfamiliar with the five degrees of blog borrowing. I am a virgin to seeing me elsewhere. Now, thanks to my pal Dixie, my last post is

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1113920515139082632005-04-19T06:16:00.000-07:002005-04-24T07:37:17.513-07:00

Though I earlier, and quite verbosely, claimed a dislike for forwards, I have to admit I still get jones'd filling out those question emails. There it is, I just like to talk about myself, ok? Why would you have a blog if you didn't?But these questions are..well..vanilla. No, literally, there's always the inevitable, "Vanilla or Chocolate?" question...which I find to be incredibly insulting in

BranVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167936498175369960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9593857.post-1113879999991082052005-04-18T19:49:00.000-07:002005-04-18T20:06:39.993-07:00

I get completely psyched and entranced by chances of fate. Maybe it gives me a sense of purpose, sort of my mental free version of the Celestine Prophecies (which I'm pretending to reference since I only made it in about 2 chapters before tossing it).What got me thinking about this today was my friend from Spanish class. I noticed she signed a letter to me as "Britt" and I mentioned, "you know,

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Today is a sad sad day in my household.I missed the opportunity to get tickets for one of the U2 Texas concerts this Sept.The problem being that I didn't even know they'd announced the date, let alone that they'd already put them on sale. Why wasn't someone paying attention to this for me? Huh? Huh?The first U2 concert I ever attended was the Joshua Tree Tour. Actually, that was my first concert

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Just as men and women must go through the teen rights of passage to reach adulthood, it follows that we have many smaller but important maturity milestones in our lives.Though a 21 year old would like to think being able to drink legally (rarely responsibly) is a right of passage, I can say that barfing on your best friends shoes at 2 am the night of your birthday is NOT a milestone.Being able to

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My husband has a deeply childhood regressive fascination with the Dukes of Hazzard. Now I'd like to pretend that I have the right to stare down my nose at this taste, but then to do so I'd have to ignore that I still get a little giddy every time Ricky Schroeder comes on television. We don't so much outgrow things from our youth as store them aside to revisit when being an adult particularly

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I just received my financial aid letter. Through the kindness of the universidad's heart, they are letting me borrow money from them. It's a wee daunting to be 31 and to be taking out a student loan. As if the mortgage we signed up for 4 months ago wasn't enough debt. Thank goodness our cars are paid off, I don't think I could take another minute of dwelling on just how much of my monthly payment

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This is one of those cycles that comes upon me a few times a year.I...am...a...giant...ass. (I wanted to use the word "buffoon" but I didn't think I could pull it off.)First of all, my funny is broken. I attempt to stutter out something that sounds amazing in my head, and find people staring at me as though there is a..a...something...on..err..my..hmmm...see, I can't even think of something funny

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When you can entertain people with the story of the time your husband's dad once traded a pig for an airconditioning unit.No really, true story.Or the time when my fella' caught a prairie next to the house on fire, and in the course of trying to put it out with a shovel had one of his infamous nose bleeds. His dad came home a few hours later and all he saw was a bloody shirt, a scorched yard and

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I was lying on the couch with my cat at the other end. Dead asleep...twitching slightly. The cat, not me. I stretched my leg out, pushing my foot closer to the cat. She bolts from a dead sleep, straight up, hair on end.I'd say that scaring domestic animals with your feet is an excellent measuring stick to determine if you need a pedicure.Or odor eaters, but we won't go there.

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In the words of Garth Brooks, I am much too young to feel this damn old (or to be quoting Garth Brooks).So for bachelorette party last week, a whole group of us (who were friends from back in high school) went to a place called "The Velvet Hookah". That's cool right? I mean, that name alone begs to be explored...aside from the fact that everytime I said the name to anyone, they thought I was

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Next week is my Spring Break from school. I never thought at 31 I'd still be saying that. My guy is also doing the old-fogey school thing, on top of work, so we're pretty excited about the week off. We actually get to see each other before 8:00 the WHOLE WEEK. Woo-woo! PAAAAR-TAY.Actually, he's opted to take off Wed-Fri from work so that we can actually enjoy the break. What are our big plans you

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I like to think that everyone on this earth experiences some sort of mental function eclipse when they’re going to see old friends….that I am not the only one who suddenly begins to take a very negative stock of me. I’m convinced that there are tiny ego stockbrokers running around inside my head shrieking, “Oh god, “Ass in Jeans” just fell 20 points on news of a reunion…sell, sell!!”Frankly,

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This was a day to top even the day of the "Great Target Button Blow Out"...which is a whole other story for another time.Yesterday morning I woke up to go to class. I said to Chad "you know, I'm not sure I need to go to class today. We just have a review." But, I decided to go b/c I am a great rule follower.Stupid, stupid stupid.Icky drizzly rainy day: First, I slid 10 feet in my car b/c some

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It's pretty strange to go from having decent communication skills to being illiterate overnight.Spanish class....*sigh* Struggling everyday to remember how to not only SAY "hot dog" but how to spell it. I don't even really like hot dogs, what are the odds I will someday be standing in a town in Mexico and suddenly have a craving for them? "Yo, camerero, me trae una Salchicha" (I think.)And, do

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What is it about giving things away or just plain giving them up? You don't need it, you don't use it, and/or you don't like it. But it's yours, and there's something in that ownership that's oh so addictive. There's even something comforting in knowing that though my thighs are the size of the weiner mobile (on a good day), that this is MY cellulite, and well earned at that. Possessiveness is 9

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I sit here waiting for someone to come and put dirt on my backyard. There is already dirt on my backyard of course, there is just not enough dirt to suit me. Really, this makes sense if you own a home. People really do pay someone to bring them dirt. And then if they're really doing well, they pay someone else to remove dirt. Which we are not, so we settle for being dirtied. (It's like the

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packing that is. Convinced several times during this that I have come across things that I'm almost positive I have thrown away each and every time we've moved. This is sort of the reverse of packing my plates and wondering how it is that 3 of them have vanished. Ironically, my spoons have dwindled as well. Apparently we're running some sort of Mother Goose halfway house here... (pause to let

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Today I ate at Nordstroms...browsing, lunching, my god is there anything better in this universe. Really, I mean...I can't afford to actually buy anythingNordstroms so I'll settle for noshing there. At this Nordstroms cafe they serve a little tiny bowl of Kalamata Olive dip for your french fries. One wouldn't think you could actually improve on french fries (ok, except for maybe Cheese fries).

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I actually had an argument with someone as to whether or not "Sleigh Ride" had words to it. And despite the fact that I could sing it the whole way through for him, only led him to proclaim that I must have made them up on the spot. Well then damn, I must be GOOD. (note the use of the word "him"...explains much). We used to play this song in band in 9th grade, and my friend LuLu played all the

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Going to lunch with the young'ins again. These are the two girls from my Spanish class, all of 20 and 19. Is there something wrong with me that I get along with them, or something wrong with them that they get along with me? Are we talking lost youth or lost parenting complexes? Anyway, they're nice gals. Even if one of them had never heard of "Rainbow Connection." Guess I can't expect her to

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Who gives a damn anymore! I am officially back to the days when Pi is something with 3.14 scoops of vanilla ice cream! I did it, I did it, I did it. I am DONE DONE DONE with my math requirements. Done with 1/4 of my foreign language requirements. These were the only panic attack things that originally kept me from going back to school and I've just about ridden that beast into the ground If I

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Having other people cook for me...the only reason I can imagine wanting to be president. If there's a red phone for nuclear attack, what do you think they have for a 3 am Club sandwich? Would they install a speakerphone in the shape of a clowns head in the presidential bedroom? Oh wait...they have that in there now anyway.

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Though she doesn't know it yet, my sister got me started on this. Mainly through a maddening attempt to hijack a .jpg file from her own blogspot, I ended up in the murky depths of links. From her blog, to "Hello" website to this. I'm not sure I'll be able to keep this up...most of my material comes as an offshoot or inspiration from someone elses comments. Not certain how to..ummm..comment to

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Totally

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