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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Help A Girl Out!
This one is for my younger sister:
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
BLVD
Forgive me,
It has been forever! I've been writing for a magazine based out of Athens, GA. I absolutely loveeeee it! So here is the link to read what I've been doing instead of blogging. Happy Reading :)
pgs. 16-18, 25-27, 50-22
http://athensblvd.com/category/magazine
It has been forever! I've been writing for a magazine based out of Athens, GA. I absolutely loveeeee it! So here is the link to read what I've been doing instead of blogging. Happy Reading :)
pgs. 16-18, 25-27, 50-22
http://athensblvd.com/category/magazine
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Down Under
I am procrastinating right now. I should be writing my article which is due tomorrow but instead I thought I would update my blog. I would like to dedicate this blog to Australia. Land of good looking men and accents. You one of the ONLY countries that do not read my blog. I understand that most of you are decedents of criminals from Great Britain, but the rest of the world really loves you (and would really like for you to read this). I went to Europe after my senior year of high school and we met a group of Australians. They loved us! We got along really well. Except when you give them the peace sign don't turn it sideways (apparently that means something bad to them). I really have nothing to say so here are some pictures.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Here's To New Beginnings
So I realize my last post was a little harsh. Please just let me clarify that it was not about me being cheated on recently. Confusing, I know. Just as Jennifer Nettles wrote the song "Stay" from the other woman's perspective, I, too, was doing the same. Now that we are clear I can begin my new beginnings post!
I am about to embark on yet another adventure. I have resigned from my full-time job (the one where I make no money) and taken an internship this summer (where I can do what I love, WRITE). This seems like a wonderful opportunity but I know it isn't always "glitter and unicorns" on the other side. I still am in need of a full time job come September (so if any of you amazing readers would like to hire me, I would like to be hired). I am also leaving my current location and moving back home. This is definitely not peaches-n-cream. On the plus side I will be saving the little- to- no money I have, on the downside well, I am moving back in with the parentals.
Karma and I have been trying to be friends lately. I even gave 3 pennies today at McDonalds. I don't know if Karma works if I tell you what I just did. I'm not sure if the same rules that apply for wishes are applied to Karma. If so then I guess I will have to start over.
Story and picture time! (it's been a while since you've seen my masterpieces). So to new beginnings. My last day of work I took a MONSTER of a box that weighed 5908 pounds out to my car full of books. These were books that haven't been touched in years. I was not using a hyperbole when I said 5908 pounds, I weighed it. Well, I had the bright idea to trade these books for some more interesting books at a local trade store. So I parked my car next to another car and was trying to get the box out of my car and just couldn't. Then, I decided since another car was parked next to mine I would move my car to one with that didn't have another car parked beside it. Well, I couldn't shut the damn door. Now I'm trying to budge this 5908 pound box of books back into my car and can't. Did I mention that it was close to 100 degrees outside? It's close to 100 degrees outside. I also have on a dress. Finally, I slammed my car door shut, got back into my car, and drove across the parking lot. I f bfvgr`1q (That was Cooper typing since this is my first story that doesn't involve him...guess he felt left out) I finally get the box of books out of my car. This is when I realized that I couldn't even pick up the box. I had not one but TWO boys carry the box out and put the books in my car. So me in my LONG maxi dress in the 100 degree heat decide to drag the box of box across the parking lot. I had to stop on several occasions. This establishment is located in a strip mall off the highway with restaurants and a nail salon and a dog grooming business. I KNOW these people saw me. Once I finally got the box in there the woman told me to come back tomorrow. Really??? I left the box and she called me the next day to tell me they don't have room large enough for the box and to come back and get it. Fortunately, I do not have enough gas in my car to come back and get it, so for now it stays.
I am about to embark on yet another adventure. I have resigned from my full-time job (the one where I make no money) and taken an internship this summer (where I can do what I love, WRITE). This seems like a wonderful opportunity but I know it isn't always "glitter and unicorns" on the other side. I still am in need of a full time job come September (so if any of you amazing readers would like to hire me, I would like to be hired). I am also leaving my current location and moving back home. This is definitely not peaches-n-cream. On the plus side I will be saving the little- to- no money I have, on the downside well, I am moving back in with the parentals.
Karma and I have been trying to be friends lately. I even gave 3 pennies today at McDonalds. I don't know if Karma works if I tell you what I just did. I'm not sure if the same rules that apply for wishes are applied to Karma. If so then I guess I will have to start over.
Story and picture time! (it's been a while since you've seen my masterpieces). So to new beginnings. My last day of work I took a MONSTER of a box that weighed 5908 pounds out to my car full of books. These were books that haven't been touched in years. I was not using a hyperbole when I said 5908 pounds, I weighed it. Well, I had the bright idea to trade these books for some more interesting books at a local trade store. So I parked my car next to another car and was trying to get the box out of my car and just couldn't. Then, I decided since another car was parked next to mine I would move my car to one with that didn't have another car parked beside it. Well, I couldn't shut the damn door. Now I'm trying to budge this 5908 pound box of books back into my car and can't. Did I mention that it was close to 100 degrees outside? It's close to 100 degrees outside. I also have on a dress. Finally, I slammed my car door shut, got back into my car, and drove across the parking lot. I f bfvgr`1q (That was Cooper typing since this is my first story that doesn't involve him...guess he felt left out) I finally get the box of books out of my car. This is when I realized that I couldn't even pick up the box. I had not one but TWO boys carry the box out and put the books in my car. So me in my LONG maxi dress in the 100 degree heat decide to drag the box of box across the parking lot. I had to stop on several occasions. This establishment is located in a strip mall off the highway with restaurants and a nail salon and a dog grooming business. I KNOW these people saw me. Once I finally got the box in there the woman told me to come back tomorrow. Really??? I left the box and she called me the next day to tell me they don't have room large enough for the box and to come back and get it. Fortunately, I do not have enough gas in my car to come back and get it, so for now it stays.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
"You Need To Shut Your Lips And Learn"
Disclaimer: Do not read this if you are over the age of 45, offended easily, or are my parents or grandparent. You will not be happy after reading this. As for the rest of my AWESOME readers, get ready you're in for a treat.
How to Suck at Cheating on Your Girlfriend: AKA HOW TO SUCK AT LIFE
1. Having a Facebook
2. Having friends that have a Facebook
3. Knowing people that know people
4. Thinking you are a smooth talker but really you're not
5. MAKING UP STORIES about not having a girlfriend
6. Lying to a girl that has an AWESOME blog and doesn't mind talking shit about you on it.. oh snap that's me
7. Being a GUY... I'm sure Lesbians would do it better
8. Lying to a girl who does research for a living, lying to a girl who is A GIRL.. they ALWAYS find out.. are you worried yet? You should be.
9. Thinking you got away with it.. even after a year they find out, so go ahead and admit it. The worst that can happen is that they will dismember you or that you just got some sexually transmitted disease (in that case you should just go ahead and dismember yourself)
10. Right now you should be worried. Sweating. Can't stop thinking about it? Chest a little tight? Checking your shit out down there to make sure you're okay? HAUNTED yet?????
How to Cheat like a Pro:
1. Make up a new name: Decius Luke Forgettem After You Freaking Meet
2. Make up a new life: Your an Alaskan King Crab Fisherman (Trust me they won't want to go to Alaska to visit you) DO NOT SAY SOMETHING EXOTIC, THEY WILL COME VISIT YOU
3. Drive a bicycle: NOT a MOTORCYCLE... A bike. That way you can't take anyone else with you. One seater. Don't forget your bike helmet. Shows you're committed to cheat- fest.
4. Create a fake Facebook account using your new name and life so that way you look legit. Just grab some pictures of Alaska off of Google. Don't forget to throw in some pictures of you at work on a fishing boat.
5. MAKE YOURSELF UN-REMEMBERABLE! THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT. That way you can cheat a lot.
Dear boys, You are welcome for the tips.Good Luck in life. I hope you alllllllll find happiness.
How to be Awesome: Don't cheat, don't think about cheating, don't talk about cheating, don't think about talking about thinking about cheating. Just don't cheat.
On a brighter note: I got asked to be a resident blogger and have an internship this summer to be an Editorial Team member for a magazine. Two-finger clap. Yes!
How to Suck at Cheating on Your Girlfriend: AKA HOW TO SUCK AT LIFE
1. Having a Facebook
2. Having friends that have a Facebook
3. Knowing people that know people
4. Thinking you are a smooth talker but really you're not
5. MAKING UP STORIES about not having a girlfriend
6. Lying to a girl that has an AWESOME blog and doesn't mind talking shit about you on it.. oh snap that's me
7. Being a GUY... I'm sure Lesbians would do it better
8. Lying to a girl who does research for a living, lying to a girl who is A GIRL.. they ALWAYS find out.. are you worried yet? You should be.
9. Thinking you got away with it.. even after a year they find out, so go ahead and admit it. The worst that can happen is that they will dismember you or that you just got some sexually transmitted disease (in that case you should just go ahead and dismember yourself)
10. Right now you should be worried. Sweating. Can't stop thinking about it? Chest a little tight? Checking your shit out down there to make sure you're okay? HAUNTED yet?????
How to Cheat like a Pro:
1. Make up a new name: Decius Luke Forgettem After You Freaking Meet
2. Make up a new life: Your an Alaskan King Crab Fisherman (Trust me they won't want to go to Alaska to visit you) DO NOT SAY SOMETHING EXOTIC, THEY WILL COME VISIT YOU
3. Drive a bicycle: NOT a MOTORCYCLE... A bike. That way you can't take anyone else with you. One seater. Don't forget your bike helmet. Shows you're committed to cheat- fest.
4. Create a fake Facebook account using your new name and life so that way you look legit. Just grab some pictures of Alaska off of Google. Don't forget to throw in some pictures of you at work on a fishing boat.
5. MAKE YOURSELF UN-REMEMBERABLE! THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT. That way you can cheat a lot.
Dear boys, You are welcome for the tips.Good Luck in life. I hope you alllllllll find happiness.
How to be Awesome: Don't cheat, don't think about cheating, don't talk about cheating, don't think about talking about thinking about cheating. Just don't cheat.
On a brighter note: I got asked to be a resident blogger and have an internship this summer to be an Editorial Team member for a magazine. Two-finger clap. Yes!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Thank You Ugly Betty...
This year has been life changing. I've had to actually grow up on my own. I have now lived almost completely alone for an entire year with the exception of my now ONE year old puppy, Cooper (he just had a birthday!). As a girl in her early twenties I would say this is an accomplishment. Never did I picture my life like this. I thought that I would be married by now living in the same town that I grew up in. Thankfully, I am not married yet and moved away from my family. This really did give me a chance to learn more about me. Learn who I am as a woman in her early twenties. I learned that my best friends will always be my best friends no matter where I live, I've learned to deal with a situation for an entire year even if I am not happy, I've learned to smile even when I have nothing to smile about. More importantly I've learned that family is not only there when you need them, but also when you don't (and that's not always a bad thing).
Some less important but useful things I have learned to do are: how to carry at least fifteen grocery bags on my arms so that I don't have to make two trips up and down the stairs. I hate making more than one trip. I have had so many bags piled up on my arms that I've had to walk with them between my legs. My car keys have imprinted on my skin. I consider this a work-out. The hardest part is closing the trunk door with the bags on your arms. I can steam-clean my own carpets now ( I owe this one all to Cooper). I can take apart an entire vacuum cleaner and put it back together working now. I learned how to cook chicken, rice, and asparagus (I swear this turned out great, not like my "nachos"- See older blogs). I've almost learned how to manage money (hopefully this will get better with age). I've learned to do without. I have to prioritize. Cable- not an essential, so thanks to my lack of funds I have 13 channels. TV Guide channel is better than I used to give it credit. Thank you Ugly Betty.
I know it has been almost a month since I've blogged. In the last month I've been trying to figure out my next move. Where I see myself and what I would be happy doing. I'll let you know when I figure something out.
Some less important but useful things I have learned to do are: how to carry at least fifteen grocery bags on my arms so that I don't have to make two trips up and down the stairs. I hate making more than one trip. I have had so many bags piled up on my arms that I've had to walk with them between my legs. My car keys have imprinted on my skin. I consider this a work-out. The hardest part is closing the trunk door with the bags on your arms. I can steam-clean my own carpets now ( I owe this one all to Cooper). I can take apart an entire vacuum cleaner and put it back together working now. I learned how to cook chicken, rice, and asparagus (I swear this turned out great, not like my "nachos"- See older blogs). I've almost learned how to manage money (hopefully this will get better with age). I've learned to do without. I have to prioritize. Cable- not an essential, so thanks to my lack of funds I have 13 channels. TV Guide channel is better than I used to give it credit. Thank you Ugly Betty.
I know it has been almost a month since I've blogged. In the last month I've been trying to figure out my next move. Where I see myself and what I would be happy doing. I'll let you know when I figure something out.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
FYI: I am not an overweight-weird girl who eats my feelings... but I am weird.
For starters "strange is just a different point of view." For those of you reading my blog who think I am especially weird and overweight because all I seem to talk about is my dog, sleeping, hating my job, and breaking up with my "whatever," you would be wrong. I did mention that I worked out five days last week and I am proud of myself for that. Do you know how hard it is to motivate me to workout by myself when I could do something fun like sleep? Did I mention I love naps? Once I get into the habit of working out I'm fine and will do it. I love Zumba and cycling and I used to swim year-round and dance in my youth. I just felt like I should clear the air.
Topic number two: I got a valentine this year (check me out) so do not think I am saying this because I am "one of those girls who can't get a guy," so they want their own day, but I do want my own day. My older sister told me about a Sex in the City episode where Carrie dedicates a day to herself and makes all her friends buy her shoes. There really should be a Singles Day. Where everyone that is in a relationship should buy all their friends that aren't a present. A good present too. Not a piece of crap card that makes the person feel like they are the center of a pity party. Noooo, the couples need to remember and be jealous of the single people. They should have to think of times when they were single and how much fun it was. Just like on Valentines day how a single person has to be reminded they are alone, Couples needed to be reminded they aren't alone. Ever.
I love relationships. I really do. I am a girlfriend type of girl, but while I'm single I should get presents too. This way everyone wins. You get gifts when you are and aren't in a relationship.
Topic number two: I got a valentine this year (check me out) so do not think I am saying this because I am "one of those girls who can't get a guy," so they want their own day, but I do want my own day. My older sister told me about a Sex in the City episode where Carrie dedicates a day to herself and makes all her friends buy her shoes. There really should be a Singles Day. Where everyone that is in a relationship should buy all their friends that aren't a present. A good present too. Not a piece of crap card that makes the person feel like they are the center of a pity party. Noooo, the couples need to remember and be jealous of the single people. They should have to think of times when they were single and how much fun it was. Just like on Valentines day how a single person has to be reminded they are alone, Couples needed to be reminded they aren't alone. Ever.
I love relationships. I really do. I am a girlfriend type of girl, but while I'm single I should get presents too. This way everyone wins. You get gifts when you are and aren't in a relationship.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
"Keep on Waiting for the Sun to Come Around"
I'm ready for a change. I'm ready to get into a relationship that is mutual. I feel like I'm always waiting for my life to start. I know that in a way it has but then again sometimes I look at my life and think, THIS IS NOT MY LIFE. This is not how my life is supposed to be. I am thankful that I have a wonderful family, amazing friends, and a job. I am not complaining about these things, but at the same time I feel like I am just waiting for something better to come along. Starting last week I decided to pick out one really great thing that happened each day (some days I have to stretch it).
Here's a list of some good things that happened last week:
*Saved $20.00 at Ulta
*Cooper got new toys because he chewed up my cowgirl boots (This is a plus for Coop, negative for me) If anyone would like to buy me a new pair let me know. ;)
*I got to take a nap on Saturday AND Sunday! (Like I said, right now I'm stretching it)
*I worked out five days last week
I'm going to wake up early everyday this week and go walk on the beach with Coop and watch the sunrise. New goal for this week. I'll let you know how this goes. I'll try to blog about it and post pictures each day.
List of Random Things I Love:
1. Catcher in the Rye, The Wedding, Huckleberry Finn
2. Eating pretzels, chocolate, and water... NOT to be confused with chocolate covered pretzels
3. Blue Cheese dressing in the summertime
4. Tomatoes
5.Falling asleep on the beach
6. Quoting movies
7. Taking Naps
8. Puppy breath
9. Singing in my car alone
10. Crying in books and movies
11. Getting flowers
12. Going to see bands play
13. Clemson
14. Being on the lake
Here is where I got the title for today's post- It's by Sister Hazel (MY FAVORITE BAND, if you couldn't tell)
Here's a list of some good things that happened last week:
*Saved $20.00 at Ulta
*Cooper got new toys because he chewed up my cowgirl boots (This is a plus for Coop, negative for me) If anyone would like to buy me a new pair let me know. ;)
*I got to take a nap on Saturday AND Sunday! (Like I said, right now I'm stretching it)
*I worked out five days last week
I'm going to wake up early everyday this week and go walk on the beach with Coop and watch the sunrise. New goal for this week. I'll let you know how this goes. I'll try to blog about it and post pictures each day.
List of Random Things I Love:
1. Catcher in the Rye, The Wedding, Huckleberry Finn
2. Eating pretzels, chocolate, and water... NOT to be confused with chocolate covered pretzels
3. Blue Cheese dressing in the summertime
4. Tomatoes
5.Falling asleep on the beach
6. Quoting movies
7. Taking Naps
8. Puppy breath
9. Singing in my car alone
10. Crying in books and movies
11. Getting flowers
12. Going to see bands play
13. Clemson
14. Being on the lake
Here is where I got the title for today's post- It's by Sister Hazel (MY FAVORITE BAND, if you couldn't tell)
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
"Life Got In The Way"
I don't do change well, I never have. The night before I left for college I sat in my freshly emptied room stripped of all its memories of high school. I knew at that moment things were never going to be the same. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying. My freshman year of college was awful. I had serious thoughts of transferring schools. After that year I grew to love college. A lot of it had to do with the amazing people I met my sophomore year. I changed everything about what I hated to make it better. I lived with four random people and built some unbreakable friendships. I made a best friend out of one of my roommates. I found an amazing man at school (my former "whatever"). By the time graduation came around I had fallen in love with my college. Yet another chapter was ending and a new one beginning. This time I was eager for this chapter of my life to begin...that didn't last too long.
Everything has changed again. My "whatever" and I are finally over. After two years its a bitter-sweet taste left in my mouth. I'm not angry. He taught me so much. He taught me to love again and to love myself. He showed me how someone should really be treated within a relationship. The first time we broke up I bought Cooper (I heard that getting a pet is the best thing you can do for a break-up), so that's a huge positive out of our relationship.
It's funny how life never works out the way you think it's going to. You can plan all you want but life still doesn't do what you want it to. I should probably stop planning. I am interested to see how this is all going to turn out.
*If you're a first time reader my blogs are normally way more upbeat and happy and strange! Sorry for the Debbie Downer today.
*Title from Sister Hazel song, "Life got in the way" ... amazing song! Go listen to it! This is the best version I could find of the song on YouTube
Everything has changed again. My "whatever" and I are finally over. After two years its a bitter-sweet taste left in my mouth. I'm not angry. He taught me so much. He taught me to love again and to love myself. He showed me how someone should really be treated within a relationship. The first time we broke up I bought Cooper (I heard that getting a pet is the best thing you can do for a break-up), so that's a huge positive out of our relationship.
It's funny how life never works out the way you think it's going to. You can plan all you want but life still doesn't do what you want it to. I should probably stop planning. I am interested to see how this is all going to turn out.
*If you're a first time reader my blogs are normally way more upbeat and happy and strange! Sorry for the Debbie Downer today.
*Title from Sister Hazel song, "Life got in the way" ... amazing song! Go listen to it! This is the best version I could find of the song on YouTube
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Phantasmagorical
It's been way to long since I've wrote a blog. I've had no creative juices flowing through my mind lately...until last night! I decided to call it an early night and was in the bed by 8 pm, but to insure I stayed asleep I took NyQuil last night. About the time I was falling asleep I had a blast of brilliance. I was too tired however to get out of bed and type it. CURSE NyQuil!
This is what I was thinking drifting off into dream land. I love words that start with the letter "p." I hate when I tell people this though because I can never think of words that start with "p". Then people think its ok to throw in words that start with a "p" that suck. Never tell a guy you like "p" words either. P's for guys stand for= Pervert!
Here is a mammoth of a list compiled of the most superb "P" words:
*Purple- my favorite color
*Popcorn- tasty and delightful
*Puppies- I mean come on who doesn't love?
*Pandora- Don't open her box, unless it's on your cell phone ;) ha get it! Pandora Radio!
*Patience- is a virtue
*Peacock- PHENOMENAL
*Pandemonium- Panic!
*Plethora- Yes, I love this word
*Pantomime- Scary but okay
*Papyrus- I wish I had some
*Paranoia-?
*Party- again who doesn't love a Party?
*Pasty- Vampire
*Peachy- keen
*Pegasus
*Pendulum- The Pit and.... you guessed it, the Pendulum
*Procrastination
*Perpetual
*Pulsating
*Prolific
*Precocious
For a list of funny phrases that start with the letter P check out this website (WORTH IT): http://www.boredatuni.com/words.php?letter=P
Ok, I'm done with that for now. You know what else I like? Coining words (making up words). I really love to say someone is Slut-tastic, or call my apartment my apt. NOT to be confused with A P T. Just actually say apt. I think a douche-0-rama is a gathering of douchey people. I wish I had a job to sit around and make up words.
If you read this post no worries, You are not a slutola or Slut-tastic! Congratulations :)
This is what I was thinking drifting off into dream land. I love words that start with the letter "p." I hate when I tell people this though because I can never think of words that start with "p". Then people think its ok to throw in words that start with a "p" that suck. Never tell a guy you like "p" words either. P's for guys stand for= Pervert!
Here is a mammoth of a list compiled of the most superb "P" words:
*Purple- my favorite color
*Popcorn- tasty and delightful
*Puppies- I mean come on who doesn't love?
*Pandora- Don't open her box, unless it's on your cell phone ;) ha get it! Pandora Radio!
*Patience- is a virtue
*Peacock- PHENOMENAL
*Pandemonium- Panic!
*Plethora- Yes, I love this word
*Pantomime- Scary but okay
*Papyrus- I wish I had some
*Paranoia-?
*Party- again who doesn't love a Party?
*Pasty- Vampire
*Peachy- keen
*Pegasus
*Pendulum- The Pit and.... you guessed it, the Pendulum
*Procrastination
*Perpetual
*Pulsating
*Prolific
*Precocious
For a list of funny phrases that start with the letter P check out this website (WORTH IT): http://www.boredatuni.com/words.php?letter=P
Ok, I'm done with that for now. You know what else I like? Coining words (making up words). I really love to say someone is Slut-tastic, or call my apartment my apt. NOT to be confused with A P T. Just actually say apt. I think a douche-0-rama is a gathering of douchey people. I wish I had a job to sit around and make up words.
If you read this post no worries, You are not a slutola or Slut-tastic! Congratulations :)
Sunday, January 30, 2011
R E X
I have the most amazing best friends ever. I know that everyone says this about their group of best friends, but they are wrong. I really do have the most amazing group. I have known almost all of my best friends since elementary school or middle school. There is nothing that I don't tell them. Even though sometimes we have been cut-throat and vicious towards each other, we still love each other.
I was reminded just how amazing they are by one of my friends Fb post:
This post generated a lot of discussion. Yes, I remember how I used to share a locker with seven of my best friends in high school. I also remember how when I went to turn in my social studies book there was an assortment of profanity all over my book in sharpe about our teacher. Thanks best friends ;)
In high school we would stay up allllll night studying for our exams (I didn't even do this in college). One particular night while two of my best were slaving away over physical science and playing the same song on REPEAT the entire night, my other best friend and I decided to set an alarm that went off every ten minutes. Every ten minutes we would wake up and study and note card and then go back to sleep. We were doing so good. However, the next morning I don't know if the alarm didn't go off or we just didn't care. We were SOOOO late to the physical science exam. I mean we missed the first half of the test. I'm not sure why I thought it was so funny either. I could not stop laughing during the exam. I get tickled at inappropriate times.
I also remember how we lovingly would throw each other down the stairs in a bag. You HAD to get in the bag. Peer Pressure. How we made it out of the bag alive I'll never know.
I remember how we would pull each other's pants down in the stairs at school in front of everyone because we thought it was funny, and we were right...it was funny!
In college we all went our separate ways but were always there for each other when we needed each other the most. My friends are even willing to run people over for each other *we designated one of our friends though because I'm pretty sure she is about to lose her license anyways because of her speeding ticket problems and the fact she hits fences and the Brusters cow mailbox.
We've always said, "It's not the ex- girlfriend you have to worry about, it's the ex-girlfriends best friends" - "We GONNA FIND YOU"
We've been to one of our best friends beautiful wedding on the beach and held the newest addition to our group. I won the contest on when he was going to be born :)
Now we are preparing for another one of our friends to wed. I'm so glad we are able to go through all this with the people we have known our whole lives. I love each one of my best friends to death.
I was reminded just how amazing they are by one of my friends Fb post:
This post generated a lot of discussion. Yes, I remember how I used to share a locker with seven of my best friends in high school. I also remember how when I went to turn in my social studies book there was an assortment of profanity all over my book in sharpe about our teacher. Thanks best friends ;)
In high school we would stay up allllll night studying for our exams (I didn't even do this in college). One particular night while two of my best were slaving away over physical science and playing the same song on REPEAT the entire night, my other best friend and I decided to set an alarm that went off every ten minutes. Every ten minutes we would wake up and study and note card and then go back to sleep. We were doing so good. However, the next morning I don't know if the alarm didn't go off or we just didn't care. We were SOOOO late to the physical science exam. I mean we missed the first half of the test. I'm not sure why I thought it was so funny either. I could not stop laughing during the exam. I get tickled at inappropriate times.
I also remember how we lovingly would throw each other down the stairs in a bag. You HAD to get in the bag. Peer Pressure. How we made it out of the bag alive I'll never know.
I remember how we would pull each other's pants down in the stairs at school in front of everyone because we thought it was funny, and we were right...it was funny!
In college we all went our separate ways but were always there for each other when we needed each other the most. My friends are even willing to run people over for each other *we designated one of our friends though because I'm pretty sure she is about to lose her license anyways because of her speeding ticket problems and the fact she hits fences and the Brusters cow mailbox.
We've always said, "It's not the ex- girlfriend you have to worry about, it's the ex-girlfriends best friends" - "We GONNA FIND YOU"
We've been to one of our best friends beautiful wedding on the beach and held the newest addition to our group. I won the contest on when he was going to be born :)
Now we are preparing for another one of our friends to wed. I'm so glad we are able to go through all this with the people we have known our whole lives. I love each one of my best friends to death.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Sleeping BEAST
You know what I absolutely LOVE? Naps. I love anticipating naps, planning for them, snuggling back into my warm bed and wrapping the covers over me and sleeping. You know what I hate? People waking me up from my amazing slumber. I only take naps if I know they are going to be more than an hour long. You do NOT want to wake me up after only one hour. Naps should be at least two hours long, and you should awake on your own.
However, this was not the case today. For starters, Cooper wanted to play ball (of course) while I was napping. I tried my best to ignore him for the first fifteen minutes but I have developed an incredible new ability to throw the ball in my sleep. Anyways, during the first fifteen minutes of my nap my phone goes off. I ignored. Then one hour into my nap my phone starts going off again. Text messages, alarms everywhere. Cooper takes this as a sign that I'm awake. He jumps on me and sits on top of me to cut off my air supply so that I will have to wake up. When I finally opened my eyes there were four tennis balls on my head. FOUR. NOT NECESSARY! I also had a nice slew of text messages that progressively got worse. The first started out with a simple question mark (?- meaning where are you Love, and whyyyy aren't you texting me... this is in my head). The next just says "Mo"- meaning right now I am using a cute nickname, so hopefully you will text me back. Look how cute I'm being. The next says my full name in all caps. *I have to protect my true identity here* FULLLLLL NAMEEE??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (this means I have five minutes to answer back to this text or I'm in trouble) The last text message was so warm and fuzy. The kind that you love to read when you wake up. " What the hell are you doing?" At this point my eyes were open so I responded. Napping. OBVIOUSLY, not napping anymore. And then I started to explain in a text message what I look like after only one hour of sleep:
Need I say more?
*Update: Picture One looks a little nice. Too nice. So here is picture two:
However, this was not the case today. For starters, Cooper wanted to play ball (of course) while I was napping. I tried my best to ignore him for the first fifteen minutes but I have developed an incredible new ability to throw the ball in my sleep. Anyways, during the first fifteen minutes of my nap my phone goes off. I ignored. Then one hour into my nap my phone starts going off again. Text messages, alarms everywhere. Cooper takes this as a sign that I'm awake. He jumps on me and sits on top of me to cut off my air supply so that I will have to wake up. When I finally opened my eyes there were four tennis balls on my head. FOUR. NOT NECESSARY! I also had a nice slew of text messages that progressively got worse. The first started out with a simple question mark (?- meaning where are you Love, and whyyyy aren't you texting me... this is in my head). The next just says "Mo"- meaning right now I am using a cute nickname, so hopefully you will text me back. Look how cute I'm being. The next says my full name in all caps. *I have to protect my true identity here* FULLLLLL NAMEEE??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (this means I have five minutes to answer back to this text or I'm in trouble) The last text message was so warm and fuzy. The kind that you love to read when you wake up. " What the hell are you doing?" At this point my eyes were open so I responded. Napping. OBVIOUSLY, not napping anymore. And then I started to explain in a text message what I look like after only one hour of sleep:
Need I say more?*Update: Picture One looks a little nice. Too nice. So here is picture two:
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
I missed the boat, the school bus, and the memo...
Disclaimer: This post is NOT a pity party! I just want to see how many others feel the same way I do.
Have you ever felt like you just missed the mark? (Thought of another one that wasn't in my title) I feel like that everyday I get on Facebook. I don't even know why I get on anymore. EVERY TIME I get on someone is either engaged, married, having a baby, or just got some amazing job in some remote and exotic land. Well congratulations to you! You did it! I really am happy for most people but at the same time was there some memo sent out that we had to accomplish all this by 2011, and I was unaware of this? I have a money-less job and a "boyfriend/whatever" who I am tricking into dating me. Yay me! So maybe I am having a pity party right now. This post isn't going to be as jovial as the others.
I have nothing else to write about. I'll write more later- check back!
Have you ever felt like you just missed the mark? (Thought of another one that wasn't in my title) I feel like that everyday I get on Facebook. I don't even know why I get on anymore. EVERY TIME I get on someone is either engaged, married, having a baby, or just got some amazing job in some remote and exotic land. Well congratulations to you! You did it! I really am happy for most people but at the same time was there some memo sent out that we had to accomplish all this by 2011, and I was unaware of this? I have a money-less job and a "boyfriend/whatever" who I am tricking into dating me. Yay me! So maybe I am having a pity party right now. This post isn't going to be as jovial as the others.
I have nothing else to write about. I'll write more later- check back!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Cat Lovers are Weird!
So I promise after this weekend to write something that doesn't include my dog, but for now I felt I would share this story with you:
Cooper has many quirks, like his mother he exhibits strange habits. First strange habit is that Cooper loves anything wood. He loves sticks, and tries to pull limbs off trees, and more recently felt the need to chew my baseboards and window sills. He also is an extremely picky eater (Cooper burps more than anyone I know. He feels the need to walk up to people and then burp in their face and then he walks away). The one habit that I want to talk about though is Cooper's inability to jump up into my car. My dog is an AMAZING jumper. He leaps right over my couches, feels the need to jump rope with his leash, but he will NOT jump into the car. Since he will not jump into the car, I have to lift my 70 pound puppy into my car. This is NOT an easy task. Here is where my story begins.
Yesterday Cooper had a vet appointment. I lifted my enormous puppy into my car and felt good about lifting weights for the day. At the vet everyone awed over my good-looking dog. Getting my dog back into the car was a different story. The parking lot was packed at the vet and there were a lot of people IN the parking lot for some strange reason. As I try to pick Cooper up he decides to role around on his stomach and then tries to jump and hop out of my arms. At this point I'm embarrassed and sweating. Finally, I get a hold of my dog and as I am lifting him his toenail ( is that what you call a dog's nails? Do dog's have toes?) gets caught on my pants. It slices through my pants AND my leg. So now I am screaming in the parking lot on the ground holding my leg. I am pretty sure that people are now starting to think I am "special" and are probably wondering if I am mentally capable to drive a car. I felt like I was bleeding profusely through my pants. I then immediately start to panic and worry that maybe his toenail cut an artery in my leg (yea it didn't, I was just being reallllyyy over-dramatic). Anyways, today when I got home I checked out my leg. I have a bruise that goes from the top of my thigh to my knee. It looks like someone took a baseball bat to my leg. I also have one large slit down my leg. I would post a picture but its kinda gross and I am really pasty right now.
I will post later and it will not be about my dog!
Cooper has many quirks, like his mother he exhibits strange habits. First strange habit is that Cooper loves anything wood. He loves sticks, and tries to pull limbs off trees, and more recently felt the need to chew my baseboards and window sills. He also is an extremely picky eater (Cooper burps more than anyone I know. He feels the need to walk up to people and then burp in their face and then he walks away). The one habit that I want to talk about though is Cooper's inability to jump up into my car. My dog is an AMAZING jumper. He leaps right over my couches, feels the need to jump rope with his leash, but he will NOT jump into the car. Since he will not jump into the car, I have to lift my 70 pound puppy into my car. This is NOT an easy task. Here is where my story begins.
Yesterday Cooper had a vet appointment. I lifted my enormous puppy into my car and felt good about lifting weights for the day. At the vet everyone awed over my good-looking dog. Getting my dog back into the car was a different story. The parking lot was packed at the vet and there were a lot of people IN the parking lot for some strange reason. As I try to pick Cooper up he decides to role around on his stomach and then tries to jump and hop out of my arms. At this point I'm embarrassed and sweating. Finally, I get a hold of my dog and as I am lifting him his toenail ( is that what you call a dog's nails? Do dog's have toes?) gets caught on my pants. It slices through my pants AND my leg. So now I am screaming in the parking lot on the ground holding my leg. I am pretty sure that people are now starting to think I am "special" and are probably wondering if I am mentally capable to drive a car. I felt like I was bleeding profusely through my pants. I then immediately start to panic and worry that maybe his toenail cut an artery in my leg (yea it didn't, I was just being reallllyyy over-dramatic). Anyways, today when I got home I checked out my leg. I have a bruise that goes from the top of my thigh to my knee. It looks like someone took a baseball bat to my leg. I also have one large slit down my leg. I would post a picture but its kinda gross and I am really pasty right now.
I will post later and it will not be about my dog!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Here I am!
Since my Brett Farve and my father are terrifed about my identity (because one day this blog will be famous, even though right now everyone who reads this knows what I look like and pretty much everything about me) and will not let me post a picture of myself, Nat Nat drew a picture of what I looked like:
Here is cartoon me and Cooper:
Here is cartoon me and Cooper:
Friday, January 7, 2011
Friday Night Frenzy
I am sitting with Cooper in my apartment on Friday night drinking wine. This post might be a little nonsensical. I just tried to cook dinner and it turned out horrible. I even took pictures of me making it. I really thought it was going to be good. I was making a version of nachos that I just invented. It was gross. Really. I ended up eating a piece of ham for dinner.
In the Beginning Middle GROSS! It doesn't look too bad though
Back to throwing the ball for Cooper. He is trying to keep me from becoming famous and rich and powerful. Errr.
So last night while talking to my "whatever/boyfriend," we decided that he needs a new name on his blog. HIS suggestions were: "King Shit" or "The Chosen One." My little sister thinks his blog name should be Brett Favre.
I had so much to write about earlier. Now I can't think of anything. I'll be back in a later>
Saturday Night:
I obviously never came back last night. I thought it a bad idea to continue writing. I was on a rant about some woman who wanted to talk crap about the CW. I understand that the CW is a television network that promotes sexually charged teens to turn into vampires, werewolves, or make someone intrigued in the idea of moving to the Upper Eastside of New York City and ruin everyone's lives they come in contact with, but I love it. I REALLLY love it. I tried to explain to the woman that I loved the CW even when it was the WB (she probably had no idea of this, so I felt the need to show her my dedication). The CW has produced some of the best television shows ever! Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Dawson's Creek, Charmed, 7th Heaven, Smallville, Gilmore Girls, The O.C., One Tree Hill, Gossip Girl, 90210, and Vampire Diaries. That is A LOT of amazing shows. Anyways, I told her I turned out just fine and her comment back was, "I don't know about that." *EXCUSE ME?* I then informed her that I had. I'm tired of the "Negative Nancy's," and she is one. She also proceeded to say that she would NEVER let her daughter watch the CW. Well daughter- in- the- future you are missing out.
Alright so the incident is still fresh and I ended up blogging about it anyways.
So I just ate cardboard for dinner because I am so broke. I ate cardboard mash-potatoes, cardboard corn, and cardboard stake (*UPDATE: Did I really spell Steak, stake?). It was pretty gross. This is because it is cheaper to by(*Update again: buy* this is getting ridiculous) crap food than wholesome food that is good for you. MAYBE, just an idea, if they made the healthier food less expensive and the cardboard food more expensive America wouldn't be obese.
In the Beginning Middle GROSS! It doesn't look too bad though
Back to throwing the ball for Cooper. He is trying to keep me from becoming famous and rich and powerful. Errr.
So last night while talking to my "whatever/boyfriend," we decided that he needs a new name on his blog. HIS suggestions were: "King Shit" or "The Chosen One." My little sister thinks his blog name should be Brett Favre.
I had so much to write about earlier. Now I can't think of anything. I'll be back in a later>
Saturday Night:
I obviously never came back last night. I thought it a bad idea to continue writing. I was on a rant about some woman who wanted to talk crap about the CW. I understand that the CW is a television network that promotes sexually charged teens to turn into vampires, werewolves, or make someone intrigued in the idea of moving to the Upper Eastside of New York City and ruin everyone's lives they come in contact with, but I love it. I REALLLY love it. I tried to explain to the woman that I loved the CW even when it was the WB (she probably had no idea of this, so I felt the need to show her my dedication). The CW has produced some of the best television shows ever! Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Dawson's Creek, Charmed, 7th Heaven, Smallville, Gilmore Girls, The O.C., One Tree Hill, Gossip Girl, 90210, and Vampire Diaries. That is A LOT of amazing shows. Anyways, I told her I turned out just fine and her comment back was, "I don't know about that." *EXCUSE ME?* I then informed her that I had. I'm tired of the "Negative Nancy's," and she is one. She also proceeded to say that she would NEVER let her daughter watch the CW. Well daughter- in- the- future you are missing out.
Alright so the incident is still fresh and I ended up blogging about it anyways.
So I just ate cardboard for dinner because I am so broke. I ate cardboard mash-potatoes, cardboard corn, and cardboard stake (*UPDATE: Did I really spell Steak, stake?). It was pretty gross. This is because it is cheaper to by(*Update again: buy* this is getting ridiculous) crap food than wholesome food that is good for you. MAYBE, just an idea, if they made the healthier food less expensive and the cardboard food more expensive America wouldn't be obese.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
This May Seem Desperate
Okay, so I awoke this morning and fully expected to be an internet sensation. To my extreme disappointment I am not yet. I understand that these things take time and I just have to be patient.
My "whatever" and I have taken the next step or rather I have taken our relationship to the next level. For over a year now we have been in this awkward limbo purgatory of a relationship state that doesn't fully exist yet we have all these strange understood and not spoken rules. So today I decided that I am in a relationship. I let him know of our now elevated status. I told my "whatever" that I am now calling him my boyfriend and if anyone ask him whether or not he is my boyfriend the answer to that question is yes. To someone reading this you probably think I am desperate or stupid. I am probably a little of both but I have good reasoning. I believe that if I keep calling him my boyfriend (with his knowledge) that he will forget he isn't "really" my boyfriend or that this wasn't his brilliant idea and he will just think he is my boyfriend.
Now to what I really wanted to talk about: Water
Stay with me on this.
How weird is the concept of Water? Really. Below is a list I complied today at my job (that I make no money at)
1. You Drink It
2. You take a bath in something you drink
3. You play in it
4. Fish and other marine life go to the bathroom in it
5. Humans go to the bathroom in it and THEN you continue playing in it
6. Your sweat is 99 percent water
7. Your tears are whatever percent water (I tried to Google this)
8. You can eat it (ice, snow)
9. You put it into other drinks
10. If you got something in your eye you flush it out with water
11. It comes out of the sky
12. It comes out of the ground
13. You spit it
14. I am sure there are more things that I can't think of
What else do you do all this with? I mean can you imagine how weird it would be to bathe in Sweet Tea? (water is used to make this too!)
I think it is weird. I understand you may not but wow. Really.
My "whatever" and I have taken the next step or rather I have taken our relationship to the next level. For over a year now we have been in this awkward limbo purgatory of a relationship state that doesn't fully exist yet we have all these strange understood and not spoken rules. So today I decided that I am in a relationship. I let him know of our now elevated status. I told my "whatever" that I am now calling him my boyfriend and if anyone ask him whether or not he is my boyfriend the answer to that question is yes. To someone reading this you probably think I am desperate or stupid. I am probably a little of both but I have good reasoning. I believe that if I keep calling him my boyfriend (with his knowledge) that he will forget he isn't "really" my boyfriend or that this wasn't his brilliant idea and he will just think he is my boyfriend.
Now to what I really wanted to talk about: Water
Stay with me on this.
How weird is the concept of Water? Really. Below is a list I complied today at my job (that I make no money at)
1. You Drink It
2. You take a bath in something you drink
3. You play in it
4. Fish and other marine life go to the bathroom in it
5. Humans go to the bathroom in it and THEN you continue playing in it
6. Your sweat is 99 percent water
7. Your tears are whatever percent water (I tried to Google this)
8. You can eat it (ice, snow)
9. You put it into other drinks
10. If you got something in your eye you flush it out with water
11. It comes out of the sky
12. It comes out of the ground
13. You spit it
14. I am sure there are more things that I can't think of
What else do you do all this with? I mean can you imagine how weird it would be to bathe in Sweet Tea? (water is used to make this too!)
I think it is weird. I understand you may not but wow. Really.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Blog number two in the same night as number one!
Yes, I am blogging again. Ahh! I have such an addictive personality. I am in-fact already in love with the idea of blogging and becoming rich off this website and famous and powerful! ( I know I go overboard). This is the latest I have been up on a "school" night in forever. I don't care, I love it. "I'm in love and I don't care who knows it."- Elf
I might also add that I should probably be a professional tennis ball thrower. I do this about 409900 times a day. Cooper has a nervous break-down if I do not throw the ball. He breathes all heavy in my face and then starts having eye spasms. Now he is looking at me because I am typing the words, "tennis ball." He knows.
I really have nothing more to say right now. I am just procrastinating going to bed.
If you are wondering why my blog is called Plethora of Useless Words it is because I love the word Plethora and I could not come up with anything else literary. I'm not creative in that aspect. If I wanted to come up with something corny then I could but coming up with a literary masterpiece of a title is not my forte.
Alright Coop is breathing heavily in my face telling me it is time for bed.
*Update: I wanted to post a picture of Cooper breathing in my face and having eye spasms.
I might also add that I should probably be a professional tennis ball thrower. I do this about 409900 times a day. Cooper has a nervous break-down if I do not throw the ball. He breathes all heavy in my face and then starts having eye spasms. Now he is looking at me because I am typing the words, "tennis ball." He knows.
I really have nothing more to say right now. I am just procrastinating going to bed.
If you are wondering why my blog is called Plethora of Useless Words it is because I love the word Plethora and I could not come up with anything else literary. I'm not creative in that aspect. If I wanted to come up with something corny then I could but coming up with a literary masterpiece of a title is not my forte.
Alright Coop is breathing heavily in my face telling me it is time for bed.
*Update: I wanted to post a picture of Cooper breathing in my face and having eye spasms.
My First Blog
This is my first ever blog. Until today I have been a blogging virgin. I decided to start blogging because I need a career change. This, I believe, is the start. I got the idea today while reading other people's blog and deciding that my life is just as boring and random as theirs. I am, nonetheless, extremely excited about blogging.
At this point in my life I have only accomplished a handful of important feats. I have graduated from college and landed a job. A job in which I have no money what-so-ever. Today while at my job I decided to compile a list of other jobs in which I could be doing and also making no money and not have to think as much.
1. Professional Blogger (started working on this approx. thirty minutes ago- yes, thirty because my internet explorer hates me and was trying to keep me from becoming a famous blogger)
2. Professional Dog-walker: I called up my father and my "whatever" to tell them about this new life goal and they proceeded to tell me that I don't even walk my own dog...this is because I do not get paid to walk my dog. This will all change when I become a professional dog-walker.
3. Receptionist: Don't care where
4. Creative Idea person: I am working on this last one. I already today came up with a wonderful idea that goes along with dog-walking. I am going to create a gym that allows people to walk their dogs on the track ( I am claiming rights to this idea). This way people can meet new people, have all the benefits of a gym, and take their awesome dog with them!
Since this is my first blog I will make a conscience effort to not make this turn out like my diaries. To my mortification my best friends found my diaries in high school and broke into hysterics and tears while reading my entries. The one that is always brought up is the one labeled, "Heather Beat Me Real Bad." This is my traumatic elementary school self getting beat by my older sister. At one point in the diary I explained how she beat me so bad that I was bleeding. This beating in actuality was a gross exaggeration of my elementary school self's imagination. But hopefully these blogs won't be as stupid as that. Some days maybe.
Enjoy :)
At this point in my life I have only accomplished a handful of important feats. I have graduated from college and landed a job. A job in which I have no money what-so-ever. Today while at my job I decided to compile a list of other jobs in which I could be doing and also making no money and not have to think as much.
1. Professional Blogger (started working on this approx. thirty minutes ago- yes, thirty because my internet explorer hates me and was trying to keep me from becoming a famous blogger)
2. Professional Dog-walker: I called up my father and my "whatever" to tell them about this new life goal and they proceeded to tell me that I don't even walk my own dog...this is because I do not get paid to walk my dog. This will all change when I become a professional dog-walker.
3. Receptionist: Don't care where
4. Creative Idea person: I am working on this last one. I already today came up with a wonderful idea that goes along with dog-walking. I am going to create a gym that allows people to walk their dogs on the track ( I am claiming rights to this idea). This way people can meet new people, have all the benefits of a gym, and take their awesome dog with them!
Since this is my first blog I will make a conscience effort to not make this turn out like my diaries. To my mortification my best friends found my diaries in high school and broke into hysterics and tears while reading my entries. The one that is always brought up is the one labeled, "Heather Beat Me Real Bad." This is my traumatic elementary school self getting beat by my older sister. At one point in the diary I explained how she beat me so bad that I was bleeding. This beating in actuality was a gross exaggeration of my elementary school self's imagination. But hopefully these blogs won't be as stupid as that. Some days maybe.
Enjoy :)
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