Five things I've had to be thankful for in the past week (10/19-10/25):
1. Getting to go home to the Coast and have dinner with my parents, and getting to pet my dog on my birthday week.
2. Turning another year older! Some aren't fond of birthdays, but I subscribe to the belief that they're wonderful, because with them come wisdom and cake.
3. Getting to go to the LSU/Georgia game ON MY BIRTHDAY! That was really fun, even if LSU did lose.
4. All the fun mail one receives on her bday. :-)
5. Friends and family who listen and give me honest advice when I ask for it...even when said advice might not make my heart happy at the moment, but is best in the long run.
Simply put, I have been blessed.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
For a rainy day?
When I was little, we had a microwave (or was it a stove?) fire at our house.
Thankfully, it turned out to be (relatively) minor and didn't damage anything outside of the kitchen, but when it happened, my very frightened mother told us to hurry outside. Thinking I needed to grab my most important belongings, I shoved my rain boots on my feet and clomped to the yard.
I haven't had rain boots since I was a kid, and had forgotten what a fun feeling they bring to my whole demeanor until a recent purchase of rain boots...for adults! (At least they say they are. I guess it's arguable, especially for the not-so-young-at-heart.)
When I put them on at home after I bought them, I became so giddy! And when I wore them to Angelle's gumbo feast last night, I was ecstatic.
So with all the happy being bestowed on my heart and face and feet, I can't help but wonder...why limit these fun accessories to a rainy day? Especially when they're clearly a prized possession.
Thankfully, it turned out to be (relatively) minor and didn't damage anything outside of the kitchen, but when it happened, my very frightened mother told us to hurry outside. Thinking I needed to grab my most important belongings, I shoved my rain boots on my feet and clomped to the yard.
I haven't had rain boots since I was a kid, and had forgotten what a fun feeling they bring to my whole demeanor until a recent purchase of rain boots...for adults! (At least they say they are. I guess it's arguable, especially for the not-so-young-at-heart.)
When I put them on at home after I bought them, I became so giddy! And when I wore them to Angelle's gumbo feast last night, I was ecstatic.
So with all the happy being bestowed on my heart and face and feet, I can't help but wonder...why limit these fun accessories to a rainy day? Especially when they're clearly a prized possession.
Monday, October 27, 2008
L-S-Who?
I spent my 32nd birthday watching the LSU Tigers attempt a win over the Georgia Bulldogs. Although my Tigers sadly did not pull through, I had a GREAT time at the game with Shannon! I will post more pics of bday events (and the day) later, but for now, here I am before the game, excited to be there and hoping for a big triumph!
Monday, October 20, 2008
Bugged Out
Occasionally, I get to drive the Hancock Bank VW bug to high-profile events in order to give the bank more exposure. Since I gave my nephew a stress ball in the shape of this car over the summer and told him it was a model of a real car, he's wanted to see it, so I got a pic with it this last weekend.
The funniest part about driving the bug is that when I'm in it, I forget how much it stands out and become a little irritated that people are watching me for no reason, or so I think. Then I remember....I'm in a wrapped car. ;-) And representing my company! So no dirty looks!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
High Five
Shannon, myself, and Angela with my beautiful flowers.
Five things I have had to be thankful for in the past week:
1. A job with the flexibility and headquarters that allow me to go home when I need to, and to tie in a (brief) visit to my uncle's visitation during a week when it otherwise would've been a stretch.
2. A strong family with strong ties and an even stronger faith.
3. Afrin nose spray.
4. New friends. (Namely Tiffany, Jenny and Angelle.)
5. Old friends. (Namely Jams, Liz, Cicily, Amanda, and my new-in-time-but-rooted-at-heart friends who I also get to work with, Angela and Shannon. The flowers depicted are, in fact, from those two sweet girls, who know how to make a redhead smile when she needs it most. Aren't they lovely?!)
My lovely bouquet up close, including the (front and back) card listing the reasons for the happy. (It's been quite a month.)
Tag, I'm it.
I've been invited to play blogtag by my sweet friend Kristen. Rules are in the graphic.
Never one to say no to fun and games, here I go!
1. I cannot swim. I realize this makes no sense, as I grew up 20 minutes from the Gulf of Mexico, but for a variety of reasons, it never happened. (FYI, I do not intend to die not knowing how to swim!)
2. I love -- with an absolute passion -- to cook. This surprises even me sometimes, since up till age 19, I was scared to death of touching the stove or raw ingredients. But now I find recipes fun and sometimes challenging, and it does something special to my Southern, nurturing self to be able to whip up a meal for my peeps.
3. I can tan. I know this is unusual for a redhead, but when I put my mind (and time) to it, I can acquire a tan that contends with the best of the blondes. It's not the darkest and deepest, and I certainly didn't make an effort this year (does age make everyone more concerned about healthier options?), but I've been known to be called "brown."
4. Although I have worked in PR for nearly 10 years (this is surreal to put in print, btw), I was an English major with the original dream of becoming....::drum roll::...an English teacher. Then I was going to be a counselor, then a principal, then move on to the school board to change the Mississippi educational system. Sadly, I was too ADD for the classroom when it came time to hang out after preparing and presenting lessons. So now I just try to put my good intentions to work in volunteer settings.
5. Thanks to my initial PR years at the MS Association of Realtors, I love Macintosh computers.
6. Because of an old boss when I was in college (at Hancock Bank, no less), I know all the keyboard shortcuts for actions such as cutting, pasting, copying, printing, etc. I learned this because she was a lefty and I'm a righty, and as a part-timer, I didn't have my own computer so had to use hers. Learning those shortcuts was easier than groping for a mouse on the "wrong" side of the computer.
7. I am scared to death of hurting people, and I don't know where this came from. I know that unlike my sister, I haven't always been this way, because I used to be really (much more) outspoken and even cynical at times. Now I am typically so ridiculously concerned for others' feelings that I lean toward political correctness, even when it's not necessary (or even the smartest route).
I'm tagging the following friends for the following reasons:
1. Brandie, because I know what she has to say will be very interesting (not to mention entertaining ;-) ), and I know I don't know nearly enough about her since she has always been such a long-distance friend.
2. Tori, because I just met her (via blogging), loved her 101 list, and even ruthlessly copied some of her items!
3. Michelle, because she's always good for a laugh sprinkled with great insight!
4. SCole, because she's been on a blogging spree lately and just might do this!
5. Rachel, because it's been way too long since I've seen her sweet face.
6. Dane, because I'm dying to see what he has to say. :-)
7. J. Clark, because I want to see if he'll actually do this thing.
Never one to say no to fun and games, here I go!
1. I cannot swim. I realize this makes no sense, as I grew up 20 minutes from the Gulf of Mexico, but for a variety of reasons, it never happened. (FYI, I do not intend to die not knowing how to swim!)
2. I love -- with an absolute passion -- to cook. This surprises even me sometimes, since up till age 19, I was scared to death of touching the stove or raw ingredients. But now I find recipes fun and sometimes challenging, and it does something special to my Southern, nurturing self to be able to whip up a meal for my peeps.
3. I can tan. I know this is unusual for a redhead, but when I put my mind (and time) to it, I can acquire a tan that contends with the best of the blondes. It's not the darkest and deepest, and I certainly didn't make an effort this year (does age make everyone more concerned about healthier options?), but I've been known to be called "brown."
4. Although I have worked in PR for nearly 10 years (this is surreal to put in print, btw), I was an English major with the original dream of becoming....::drum roll::...an English teacher. Then I was going to be a counselor, then a principal, then move on to the school board to change the Mississippi educational system. Sadly, I was too ADD for the classroom when it came time to hang out after preparing and presenting lessons. So now I just try to put my good intentions to work in volunteer settings.
5. Thanks to my initial PR years at the MS Association of Realtors, I love Macintosh computers.
6. Because of an old boss when I was in college (at Hancock Bank, no less), I know all the keyboard shortcuts for actions such as cutting, pasting, copying, printing, etc. I learned this because she was a lefty and I'm a righty, and as a part-timer, I didn't have my own computer so had to use hers. Learning those shortcuts was easier than groping for a mouse on the "wrong" side of the computer.
7. I am scared to death of hurting people, and I don't know where this came from. I know that unlike my sister, I haven't always been this way, because I used to be really (much more) outspoken and even cynical at times. Now I am typically so ridiculously concerned for others' feelings that I lean toward political correctness, even when it's not necessary (or even the smartest route).
I'm tagging the following friends for the following reasons:
1. Brandie, because I know what she has to say will be very interesting (not to mention entertaining ;-) ), and I know I don't know nearly enough about her since she has always been such a long-distance friend.
2. Tori, because I just met her (via blogging), loved her 101 list, and even ruthlessly copied some of her items!
3. Michelle, because she's always good for a laugh sprinkled with great insight!
4. SCole, because she's been on a blogging spree lately and just might do this!
5. Rachel, because it's been way too long since I've seen her sweet face.
6. Dane, because I'm dying to see what he has to say. :-)
7. J. Clark, because I want to see if he'll actually do this thing.
Naming the puppy.
After nearly a month, quite a few suggestions, and a lot of thought in a short time frame (namely, while I could not sleep just now), I have finally settled on what I hope is a suitable blog name.
Thanks to all of you who gave me fun thoughts to work with! As you can see, I especially loved Dane's Blog'n Rouge and C's Little Red Blogginhood, so I combined them.
I'll try to post regularly -- I really do love to blog -- so feel free to check it or not, whatever your interest is. But do let me know when you see other blogs that are interesting. I'd love to check them out!
Thanks to all of you who gave me fun thoughts to work with! As you can see, I especially loved Dane's Blog'n Rouge and C's Little Red Blogginhood, so I combined them.
I'll try to post regularly -- I really do love to blog -- so feel free to check it or not, whatever your interest is. But do let me know when you see other blogs that are interesting. I'd love to check them out!
101 goals in 1001 days
In an effort to follow my friend, PR chum and blog hero Kristen's boss's GIT method (Get It Together), I'm shamelessly ripping off another PR chum's blog idea to accomplish 101 goals in 1001 days. (Ok, so I'm not sure Nicole's was exactly that, but there were goals, and there was a time limit.)
When I Googled a count of how far away 1001 days would be, I learned that this is not Nicole-specific. There's a movement out there that as far as I can tell stems from an organization called Day Zero, if you want to read about it for yourself. Kind of fun.
Since I want a day or so to mull over the hugeness of what I'm asking of myself and I'd like my end date to be on a Friday, the first day of my challenge won't be today, but tomorrow: October 17, 2008. The last day of the challenge will be July 15, 2011.
So here I go. Feel free to comment, inquire, slap my cyber wrist when I whine, and hold me to to these without mercy:
RJ's 101
Organize the (many) books I own and resell, donate, share and/or shelve them. Attractively.
Obtain a copy of and read the Johnson family history compiled by my Aunt Troy & Co. years ago.
Get settled into a church home in Baton Rouge.
Work on my APR (Accreditation in Public Relations) certification.
* Sing at least once a day (when I have a voice, that is, which I currently do not). This is something I love to do but often forget brings me big joy. Which is probably why my current voiceless state brought it to mind!
Organize, scan and share the (many) hard copies of photos I own.
Move all MySpace blogs over to Blogspot.
Find a worthy cause in the city I'm in and devote time and energy to it.
Make a living will.
Write letters to each of my parents' brothers and sisters thanking them for their contributions to my life and history. (Daddy has five brothers and five sisters. One of his brothers passed away last weekend, so I will write a letter to his children; Mother has three brothers.)
Send Christmas cards annually, and mail them by December 10.
*** Send at least one non-occasion-related card per month.
** Go to the gym (or participate in some form of exercise) at least 3 times a week.
Lose 10 pounds.
Keep it off for one month.
Jog a mile in Central Park without passing out.
*** Go to at least one professional association meeting per month.
Write an article and have it published.
Plant a small herb garden outside my townhouse (or indoors if necessary with weather), help those herbs live, then cook with them and/or share them.
Clean the boxes out of the garage by Thanksgiving 2008.
Take swimming lessons.
When friends say, "What? You never saw such-and-such movie?," make a note of the movie and see it within the month. Current movies to see are:
1. Sixteen Candles
2. Pulp Fiction
3. Fight Club
*** Read at least one non-fiction book per month. (Yep, I was an English major, but this is tough for me. I do love my chick lit...)
Visit the acclaimed St. Francisville, Louisiana, take the camera, and savor the day and the beauty.
Host a (small, rebekah-sized) gathering at my (small, rebekah-sized) townhouse.
Wear hats. In public. Even if I'm the only one doing it.
Take tennis lessons.
Get a makeover and practice new makeup tips on an ordinary day.
* Cut out carbs after 3pm at least 5 days a week for a month, starting -- yikes -- tomorrow. (I read in a magazine that this helped Jennifer Love Hewitt's weight loss measures by leaps and bounds.)
** Do not miss one kickboxing class (held weekly at my gym) for one month, starting the first Monday that I am able to breathe and move like a normal person.
Go to Highland Road's Observatory some night and watch the stars.
Give blood as often as permissible…after eating breakfast, of course. None of my nifty fainting tricks this time, no siree Bob.
Pick back up my old tradition of adopting an angel at Christmas.
Sort, purge and organize cassette tapes. (Yes, cassette tapes. I was born in ’76. Work with me.)
Write letters to three of my favorite college professors -- Dr. Joan Fitch, Dr. David Fitch, and Jeanne Ezell.
Sell, transfer to hard drive, share and/or organize CDs effectively and neatly.
Host a picnic for friends with food that I made, not food that I bought.
Take dance lessons for a month. Jitterbug, ballroom, salsa – the possibilities are endless!
Pay for the person behind me in line.
Stop gnawing at my nails. (Yes, they’re fake. I know. It’s bad.)
*** Finish a special project for a special someone. (The project and recipient will remain a secret until the gift is complete.) Give the gift for Christmas. This Christmas.
** Blog five things I am thankful for each week.
*** Visit at least one farmer's market a month, starting November 1, 2008.
** Take my lunch to work at least twice a week, starting next week. (Weeks containing lunch meetings can be exceptions.)
Be able to at least jog the entire weekly Happy's Run (on Tuesdays) within a year from today (by 10/17/09).
Write out, carefully review, and stick to a disciplined budget for 6 months. (I think I have this in my head, but I hear it's smart to do on paper.)
See all of Ronald Reagan's movies.
See all of Paul Newman's movies.
See all of Marilyn Monroe's movies.
Go to a drive-in movie.
Learn to make a really good gumbo by spring of 2009.
** Call at least one out-of-town friend each week. Return calls don’t count.
Appear as an extra in a film.
*** Save at least 20 un-earmarked dollars per month for six months.
Decide on a suitable name for my blog, and share it with friends and family.
Reward the idea-giver who helped most with picking this vital name, especially since it’s taken me forever to decide on one. :-)
Take a train ride to Kim's.
Purge my closet of items I don't feel attractive in. Recruit friends' opinions if necessary!
** Deliberately accessorize at least once a week.
*** Send at least one piece of mail per month to my nephew.
** Track caloric intake on MyDailyPlate.com at least 5 out of 7 days per week, starting next week.
Learn to make really good cornbread.
*** Participate in at least one kid-related event per month.
Make friends with an elderly person I'm not related to, and keep in touch with them.
Set dates to visit my sister at least twice a year, and stick to the plan.
Cook an entire meal for my parents at least once during each visit to their home. (Holidays could be exceptions, depending on timing and the amount of leftovers in the fridge.)
Paint something on canvas.
*** Handwrite in my journal at least once a month. (It's been years, thanks to electronic communication and blogging.)
Visit at least three states I've never been to. My current unvisited states are:
1. Washington
2. Oregon
3. Idaho
4. Montana
5. Wyoming
6. Utah
7. Arizona
8. New Mexico
9. Colorado
10. Nebraska
11. N. Dakota
12. S. Dakota
13. Kansas
14. Oklahoma
15. Minnesota
16. Iowa
17. Wisconsin
18. Michigan
19. Indiana
20. Ohio
21. W. Virginia
22. Connecticut
23. Rhode Island
24. Vermont.
What a long list! Longer than I thought. Kind of sad.
When time to buy new lightbulbs, switch to energy-saving ones.
*** Do one nice thing for someone who will never find out per month, starting this month.
Consciously work on becoming a better listener.
Develop a personal career goal outside of my job description and achieve it by November 2009.
** Drink hot tea instead of coffee at least two mornings per week.
Have myself painted (I'm thinking a portrait -- not myself -- by a street artist in New Orleans....so no worries. Not anything too off-the-wall.)
Treat myself to a weekend at a Bed & Breakfast with a favorite girl friend.
Water my office plant...before it starts looking puny.
** Free my spaces of clutter at least one a week.
Try Vietnamese food. (How did I grow up on the MS Gulf Coast and never try it? IDK. But I intend to correct that.)
Learn to make at least three amazing shrimp dishes.
Go through old childhood books and toys that are still at my parents' house and relieve my mother of what she doesn’t want to (or doesn’t have space to!) hang onto.
Watch The Godfather movie series with my daddy.
Watch the HBO John Adams series when it's out on DVD and share with my daddy.
Have someone take posed and candid photographs of my sister and me, when we're dressed for the occasion and feel great about how we look.
*** Read my Bible at least once a day for a month, starting this month.
Ask my parents about their favorite childhood dishes that they don’t have recipes for and attempt to recreate at least three of them.
* Work on praying throughout the day. (Celestial complaints do not count.)
* Unless allergy-ridden or planning to be around those who are allergy-ridden, wear perfume, not because of a special occasion, but just because it makes me happy.
Get CPR certified.
Learn the Heimlich maneuver.
Visit friends' churches, including those not in my chosen denomination.
Share digital photos from events with friends and family within two weeks of said event.
Save $10 for every completed item on this list, but…
Donate $10 for every item not completed at the end of the 1001 days.
Obtain an authentic piece of jewelry from Tiffany’s. (I don't have to buy said piece from the actual store -- eBay is ok -- but the accompanying blue box is essential.)
Read all published books by authors whom I know personally, and especially ones by those whom I’m related to!
* Don’t text and drive for a month, and try to make this a much-needed, very safe, super-conscientious but oh-so-hard part of my world.
Throw a party on the 1001st day, Friday July 15, 2011. Don’t tell anyone who doesn’t already know what the party is for.
* Daily
** Weekly
*** Monthly
When I Googled a count of how far away 1001 days would be, I learned that this is not Nicole-specific. There's a movement out there that as far as I can tell stems from an organization called Day Zero, if you want to read about it for yourself. Kind of fun.
Since I want a day or so to mull over the hugeness of what I'm asking of myself and I'd like my end date to be on a Friday, the first day of my challenge won't be today, but tomorrow: October 17, 2008. The last day of the challenge will be July 15, 2011.
So here I go. Feel free to comment, inquire, slap my cyber wrist when I whine, and hold me to to these without mercy:
RJ's 101
Organize the (many) books I own and resell, donate, share and/or shelve them. Attractively.
Obtain a copy of and read the Johnson family history compiled by my Aunt Troy & Co. years ago.
Get settled into a church home in Baton Rouge.
Work on my APR (Accreditation in Public Relations) certification.
* Sing at least once a day (when I have a voice, that is, which I currently do not). This is something I love to do but often forget brings me big joy. Which is probably why my current voiceless state brought it to mind!
Organize, scan and share the (many) hard copies of photos I own.
Move all MySpace blogs over to Blogspot.
Find a worthy cause in the city I'm in and devote time and energy to it.
Make a living will.
Write letters to each of my parents' brothers and sisters thanking them for their contributions to my life and history. (Daddy has five brothers and five sisters. One of his brothers passed away last weekend, so I will write a letter to his children; Mother has three brothers.)
Send Christmas cards annually, and mail them by December 10.
*** Send at least one non-occasion-related card per month.
** Go to the gym (or participate in some form of exercise) at least 3 times a week.
Lose 10 pounds.
Keep it off for one month.
Jog a mile in Central Park without passing out.
*** Go to at least one professional association meeting per month.
Write an article and have it published.
Plant a small herb garden outside my townhouse (or indoors if necessary with weather), help those herbs live, then cook with them and/or share them.
Clean the boxes out of the garage by Thanksgiving 2008.
Take swimming lessons.
When friends say, "What? You never saw such-and-such movie?," make a note of the movie and see it within the month. Current movies to see are:
1. Sixteen Candles
2. Pulp Fiction
3. Fight Club
*** Read at least one non-fiction book per month. (Yep, I was an English major, but this is tough for me. I do love my chick lit...)
Visit the acclaimed St. Francisville, Louisiana, take the camera, and savor the day and the beauty.
Host a (small, rebekah-sized) gathering at my (small, rebekah-sized) townhouse.
Wear hats. In public. Even if I'm the only one doing it.
Take tennis lessons.
Get a makeover and practice new makeup tips on an ordinary day.
* Cut out carbs after 3pm at least 5 days a week for a month, starting -- yikes -- tomorrow. (I read in a magazine that this helped Jennifer Love Hewitt's weight loss measures by leaps and bounds.)
** Do not miss one kickboxing class (held weekly at my gym) for one month, starting the first Monday that I am able to breathe and move like a normal person.
Go to Highland Road's Observatory some night and watch the stars.
Give blood as often as permissible…after eating breakfast, of course. None of my nifty fainting tricks this time, no siree Bob.
Pick back up my old tradition of adopting an angel at Christmas.
Sort, purge and organize cassette tapes. (Yes, cassette tapes. I was born in ’76. Work with me.)
Write letters to three of my favorite college professors -- Dr. Joan Fitch, Dr. David Fitch, and Jeanne Ezell.
Sell, transfer to hard drive, share and/or organize CDs effectively and neatly.
Host a picnic for friends with food that I made, not food that I bought.
Take dance lessons for a month. Jitterbug, ballroom, salsa – the possibilities are endless!
Pay for the person behind me in line.
Stop gnawing at my nails. (Yes, they’re fake. I know. It’s bad.)
*** Finish a special project for a special someone. (The project and recipient will remain a secret until the gift is complete.) Give the gift for Christmas. This Christmas.
** Blog five things I am thankful for each week.
*** Visit at least one farmer's market a month, starting November 1, 2008.
** Take my lunch to work at least twice a week, starting next week. (Weeks containing lunch meetings can be exceptions.)
Be able to at least jog the entire weekly Happy's Run (on Tuesdays) within a year from today (by 10/17/09).
Write out, carefully review, and stick to a disciplined budget for 6 months. (I think I have this in my head, but I hear it's smart to do on paper.)
See all of Ronald Reagan's movies.
See all of Paul Newman's movies.
See all of Marilyn Monroe's movies.
Go to a drive-in movie.
Learn to make a really good gumbo by spring of 2009.
** Call at least one out-of-town friend each week. Return calls don’t count.
Appear as an extra in a film.
*** Save at least 20 un-earmarked dollars per month for six months.
Decide on a suitable name for my blog, and share it with friends and family.
Reward the idea-giver who helped most with picking this vital name, especially since it’s taken me forever to decide on one. :-)
Take a train ride to Kim's.
Purge my closet of items I don't feel attractive in. Recruit friends' opinions if necessary!
** Deliberately accessorize at least once a week.
*** Send at least one piece of mail per month to my nephew.
** Track caloric intake on MyDailyPlate.com at least 5 out of 7 days per week, starting next week.
Learn to make really good cornbread.
*** Participate in at least one kid-related event per month.
Make friends with an elderly person I'm not related to, and keep in touch with them.
Set dates to visit my sister at least twice a year, and stick to the plan.
Cook an entire meal for my parents at least once during each visit to their home. (Holidays could be exceptions, depending on timing and the amount of leftovers in the fridge.)
Paint something on canvas.
*** Handwrite in my journal at least once a month. (It's been years, thanks to electronic communication and blogging.)
Visit at least three states I've never been to. My current unvisited states are:
1. Washington
2. Oregon
3. Idaho
4. Montana
5. Wyoming
6. Utah
7. Arizona
8. New Mexico
9. Colorado
10. Nebraska
11. N. Dakota
12. S. Dakota
13. Kansas
14. Oklahoma
15. Minnesota
16. Iowa
17. Wisconsin
18. Michigan
19. Indiana
20. Ohio
21. W. Virginia
22. Connecticut
23. Rhode Island
24. Vermont.
What a long list! Longer than I thought. Kind of sad.
When time to buy new lightbulbs, switch to energy-saving ones.
*** Do one nice thing for someone who will never find out per month, starting this month.
Consciously work on becoming a better listener.
Develop a personal career goal outside of my job description and achieve it by November 2009.
** Drink hot tea instead of coffee at least two mornings per week.
Have myself painted (I'm thinking a portrait -- not myself -- by a street artist in New Orleans....so no worries. Not anything too off-the-wall.)
Treat myself to a weekend at a Bed & Breakfast with a favorite girl friend.
Water my office plant...before it starts looking puny.
** Free my spaces of clutter at least one a week.
Try Vietnamese food. (How did I grow up on the MS Gulf Coast and never try it? IDK. But I intend to correct that.)
Learn to make at least three amazing shrimp dishes.
Go through old childhood books and toys that are still at my parents' house and relieve my mother of what she doesn’t want to (or doesn’t have space to!) hang onto.
Watch The Godfather movie series with my daddy.
Watch the HBO John Adams series when it's out on DVD and share with my daddy.
Have someone take posed and candid photographs of my sister and me, when we're dressed for the occasion and feel great about how we look.
*** Read my Bible at least once a day for a month, starting this month.
Ask my parents about their favorite childhood dishes that they don’t have recipes for and attempt to recreate at least three of them.
* Work on praying throughout the day. (Celestial complaints do not count.)
* Unless allergy-ridden or planning to be around those who are allergy-ridden, wear perfume, not because of a special occasion, but just because it makes me happy.
Get CPR certified.
Learn the Heimlich maneuver.
Visit friends' churches, including those not in my chosen denomination.
Share digital photos from events with friends and family within two weeks of said event.
Save $10 for every completed item on this list, but…
Donate $10 for every item not completed at the end of the 1001 days.
Obtain an authentic piece of jewelry from Tiffany’s. (I don't have to buy said piece from the actual store -- eBay is ok -- but the accompanying blue box is essential.)
Read all published books by authors whom I know personally, and especially ones by those whom I’m related to!
* Don’t text and drive for a month, and try to make this a much-needed, very safe, super-conscientious but oh-so-hard part of my world.
Throw a party on the 1001st day, Friday July 15, 2011. Don’t tell anyone who doesn’t already know what the party is for.
* Daily
** Weekly
*** Monthly
purple rain
I have had the misfortune of being a hayfever allery victim for more than a week now, which means my appreciation levels for all things at CVS are on the rise. My new favorite beverage is something Carl has raved about for years -- Gatorade's Rain drink. I particularly like the berry flavor, although it does have more calories than Gatorade's (equally tasty) G2.
Hopefully, the electrolytes will merge with my many meds to produce something people will actually enjoy reading in the near future. For now, it's back to bed. And my glass of purple rain.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
When in the world are you gonna check on me?
When I first moved to Jackson, my boss told me a story about his then 4-year-old daughter, Claire, coming down the stairs to his study to see when her parents were going to check on her. (She'd been waiting all of ten minutes, pretending to be asleep, for crying out loud.)
I've thought of sweet Claire's frustration several times in my life since then. First it was cute, then it was funny. And sometimes, no matter when it's occurred, it's been relative.
Tonight, for instance. I had a horrible day, capped off with not the greatest night, so every once in a while I'd look at my phone, put my hands on my hips as little Emma Claire did way back when, and wonder when in the world somebody was gonna check on me?
Thank goodness, we don't always get what we want. (Otherwise, we'd be spoiled.) We also don't always get what we need. (Otherwise, we'd just be satiated.)
Thankfully, we get what we get when we're supposed to get it, according to His Will. And the lagniappe is just a pocket of grace -- something special we fall into not because we deserve it, but just because.
So even though no one really checked on me tonight as I was "needing," I survived. As did Emma Claire all those years ago. As do we all.
So be it.
I've thought of sweet Claire's frustration several times in my life since then. First it was cute, then it was funny. And sometimes, no matter when it's occurred, it's been relative.
Tonight, for instance. I had a horrible day, capped off with not the greatest night, so every once in a while I'd look at my phone, put my hands on my hips as little Emma Claire did way back when, and wonder when in the world somebody was gonna check on me?
Thank goodness, we don't always get what we want. (Otherwise, we'd be spoiled.) We also don't always get what we need. (Otherwise, we'd just be satiated.)
Thankfully, we get what we get when we're supposed to get it, according to His Will. And the lagniappe is just a pocket of grace -- something special we fall into not because we deserve it, but just because.
So even though no one really checked on me tonight as I was "needing," I survived. As did Emma Claire all those years ago. As do we all.
So be it.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Move over, MySpace. Here comes Blogger.
I'm starting the process of moving my old posts over from MySpace, so if you're one of the (un?)lucky peeps who is getting e-mail alerts every time I post a blog, I apologize on behalf of myself! I turned on the option earlier and am not sure how to turn it off. :-\
Sunday, September 14, 2008
first semi-real blogspot blog
After blogging for a couple of years on MySpace, I've decided to become a real blogger and start posting these mini-journal entries on blogspot instead of e-mailing the blogs to friends and family who are not on MySpace.
I hope to be as good at for-real blogging as my friends Kristen and Shawn, who do fantastic jobs of updating readers on their worlds and the interesting happenings that go on in them.
So who knows? Maybe I'll post a really real blog really soon!
I hope to be as good at for-real blogging as my friends Kristen and Shawn, who do fantastic jobs of updating readers on their worlds and the interesting happenings that go on in them.
So who knows? Maybe I'll post a really real blog really soon!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
post-Gustav
(Written earlier this week.)
Hi all,
Thanks so much to those of you who have checked on me, my townhouse, and my family. It really means a lot, especially considering that from what I understand, the national and even regional news media is downplaying just how bad Gustav hit Baton Rouge. Once again, New Orleans seems to be getting the limelight. Thankfully, it doesn't seem to have been hit as badly, but it's always frustrating when it seems it's the only city to get any media attention. I am even being told that the Weather Channel is saying this storm was no big deal. Trust me, it was a big deal.
Having grown up on the coast with hurricanes and experiencing the three-hours-away effect that Katrina had on my family and hometown, I would definitely say I'm not a stranger to tropical weather. Baton Rouge, however, has apparently not had a storm of this magnitude or damage since the 60s, and there are many disaster areas in the city and surrounding communities.
I am staying with my coworker Shannon. She lives very near Angela, and we are able to save on gas by riding to work together. We checked out my townhouse yesterday and I was thrilled to see it's still standing, but I cannot get back there due to flooding from one direction and downed power lines and trees in another direction. Getting out of there was hairy, to say the least. Shannon drove and did a great job. If I had been her, I'd have needed a tranquilizer afterwards! Since I can't get back to my place for a while, I will be staying with friends until I can. I'm sure you can guess that there's no power (thankfully we just got it at one of our work sites, so I can sit in A/C here!). When not at work, we're all sticky and nasty, but hopefully it won't last as long as my parents had to endure the heat after Katrina! Ugh. Bless their hearts. So far, I have heard of six storm-related deaths, which is terrible but minor compared to what it could have been. I cannot imagine the hit BR would have taken if Gustav had been higher than a Category 1.
I ask for your prayers as BR recovers. Thankfully, there will be much less rebuilding than had to be done with Katrina, but much repair will be necessary. As many of you know from Katrina, tension gets high when electricity is off and there is a shortage of gas and ice. Thanks so much for your thoughts and prayers. We are feeling them!
I cannot express how much I appreciate those of you who have checked on me throughout this harrowing time. It has meant a lot!
Much love,
rebekah
monica
i had no idea. their has been little or no mention of any damages. you and yours are in my prayers
Posted by monica on September 6, 2008 - Saturday - 10:32 AM
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Brian
Maybe if you would all act pitifully helpless and blame your problems on other people, then you would get more attention in the media. Hard working, self sufficient, motivated people with functioning brains make for really boring news stories.
Posted by Brian on September 6, 2008 - Saturday - 3:50 PM
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Hold that tiger! (first in a series)
I attended my first LSU game (vs. Appalachian State) the weekend before Gustav. Everyone tells me I haven't seen anything until I've felt the electricity of an SEC game, but I certainly enjoyed myself!Thank goodness for Shannon and Dixon, who shared the option of buying extra tickets with me, and for Susan, Mike and Gawain, who showed me the tailgating ropes.
Fun times. And Geaux Tigers!
Monday, August 25, 2008
bloody sod
Favorite (though random) quotes from Bridget Jones's Diary by Helen Fielding, which I have just re-read:
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I realize it has become too easy to find a diet to fit in with whatever you happen to feel like eating and that diets are not there to be picked and mixed but picked and stuck to, which is exactly what I shall begin to do once I've eaten this chocolate croissant.
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Daniel: Would you like a cigarette?
Bridget: No thank you, I have found inner poise and given up smoking.
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An evening with her is like swimming in sea with jellyfish: all will be going along perfectly pleasantly then suddenly you get a painful lashing, destroying confidence at stroke. Trouble is, her stings are aimed so subtly at one's Achilles' hells, like Gulf War missiles going "Fzzzzzz whoossssh" through Baghdad hotel corridors, that never see them coming.
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When someone leaves you, apart from missing them, apart from the fact that the whole little world you've created together collapses, and that everything you see or do reminds you of them, the worst is the thought that they tried you out and, in the end, the whole sum of parts adds up to you got stamped REJECT by the one you love. How can you not be left with the personal confidence of a passed-over British Rail sandwich?
~~~~~
Mum: To be honest, darling, having children isn't all it's built up to be. I mean, no offense, I don't mean this personally but given my chance again I'm not sure I'd have...
Bridget (thinks): Oh no. Even my own mother wishes I'd never been born.
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Tom: How many calories are you supposed to eat if you're on a diet?
Bridget: About a thousand. Well, I usually aim for a thousand and come in at about fifteen hundred.
Tom: A thousand? But I thought you needed two thousand just to survive.
Bridget (thinks): I looked at him nonplussed. I realized that I have spent so many years being on a diet that the idea that you might actually need calories to survive has been completely wiped out of my consciousness. Have reached point where believe nutritional ideal is to eat nothing at all and that the only reason people eat is because they are so greedy they cannot stop themselves from running out and ruining their diets.
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Why hasn't she invited me to her party? Why? Why? How many more parties are going on that everyone has been invited to except me? I bet everyone is at one now, laughing and sipping expensive champagne. No one likes me. Christmas is going to be a total party-desert, apart from a three-party pile-up on December 20th, when I am booked in a work meeting all evening.
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Ugh. Would that Christmas could just be, without presents. It is just so stupid, everyone exhausting themselves, miserably hemorrhaging money on pointless items nobody wants: no longer tokens of love but angst-ridden solutions to problems. (Hmmmm. Though must admit, pretty bloody pleased to have new handbag.) What is the point of entire nation rushing round for six weeks in a bad mood preparing for utterly pointless Taste-of-Others exam which entire nation then fails and gets stuck with hideous unwanted merchandise as fallout? If gifts and cards were completely eradicated, then Christmas as pagan-style twinkly festival to distract from lengthy winter gloom would be lovely. But if government, religious bodies, parents, tradition, etc., insist on Christmas Gift Tax to ruin everything why not make it that everyone must go out and spend 500 quid on themselves then distribute the items among their relatives and friends to wrap up and give to them instead of this psychic-failure torment?
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Mum: Oh don't be silly, darling. You can't sit in the flat on your own all weekend when it's Christmas. What are you going to eat?
Bridget (thinks): Grrr. I hate this. It's as if, just because you're single, you don't have a home or any friends or responsibilities and the only possible reason you might have for not being at everyone else's beck and call for the entire Christmas period and happy to sleep bent at odd angles in sleeping bags on teenagers' bedroom floors, peel sprouts all day for fifty, and "talk nicely" to perverts with the word "Uncle" before their name while they stare freely at your breasts is complete selfishness.
Ugh. Must put sheets on bed. Disgusting to sleep on uncomfortable button-studded mattress. Where are sheets, though? Wish had some food.
~~~~~
Emergency: Jude on phone in tears. Is coming round Vile Richard has gone back to Vile Jilly. Jude blames herself. Thank God stayed home. Am clearly Emissary of Baby Jesus here to help those persecuted at Christmas by Herod-Wannabees, e.g. Vile Richard. Jude will be here at 7:30.
~~~~~
So glad I re-read this book! Cracked me up for a full week.
Currently watching:
Grey’s Anatomy - The Complete Second Season
Release date: 2006-09-12
Çhr阮ïñå
Love It! :)
Posted by Çhr阮ïñå on August 24, 2008 - Sunday - 11:32 PM
Susan
Now you have me wanting to read it again!
I've missed you. I haven't been on much lately.
I hope life is treating you well!
Posted by Susan on September 11, 2008 - Thursday - 5:51 PM
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Our Town
There's nothing to remind you of how much you like where you live than to have someone visit you there.I have sincerely enjoyed nearly every second of the past almost year (!) I've lived in the BR -- with the exception of a few pity parties ;-) -- but it hits home more than ever when peeps come to visit me.
This weekend, my sweet friend Rachel came to stay with me and explore the Red Stick, and we had a blast. It was fun to show her the sites and sounds of Baton Rouge, and even more fun to send her off while hearing her praises of my new city.This may sound obvious, but it definitely makes a place feel more like home to be familiar with it enough to show people around it.
Bethanie
Wow. Has it almost been a year already??? Time flies...Miss you, girlie!
Posted by Bethanie on August 18, 2008 - Monday - 6:08 PM
Wow. Has it almost been a year already??? Time flies...Miss you, girlie!
Posted by Bethanie on August 18, 2008 - Monday - 6:08 PM
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
The Apple Store
This evening, I was reminded that I live in one of the South's coolest cities. (Not temperature-wise, but coolness-wise.)After the gym, I ran by the Mall of Louisiana's new Apple Store for some technical support. When I walked in, I was immediately surrounded by....cool. (And not just from the A/C.) I wondered if I fit in, but then realized it didn't matter, since I was there for technical support. This wasn't some club I had to have membership to; I needed help.
Walking past the Kid Mac Zone -- which was, of course, complete with ball-shaped bean bags and mini Macs -- to the front, where people were sitting at barstools being helped by employees, I waited in line for a few minutes until I realized there was probably some protocol I was totally clueless about. Turning around to the (much cooler than me) girl cradling her Mac notebook behind me, I said, "Are you in line?" She, of course, responded with, "No. I'm just waiting for my appointment with the concierge."
Appointment? Concierge? Did Carl submit my resume' before purchasing my iPod so that I could actually qualify for this gift?!
Stepping back, I asked the guy near Cool Girl who was typing on a computer, "Is that where we make reservations with the concierge?" He said, "I think so, but it doesn't work." So I asked the girl, "Do we just stand here to make our appointments?" She, of course, responded very nonchalantly, "Well, maybe. But I made mine online."
Realizing this was not going to be the quick technical support trip I had envisioned, I attempted a graceful exit with some lame joke about needing to go home and make my appointment. With a concierge. For another day.
Which I just did...for Friday evening. I'll keep you posted on how uncool they diagnose me to be. I fear it could be serious.
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hibbs is what they call me
hahaha! We have one in Birmingham, and I felt the same way when I went in to buy my MacBook. As soon as I walked in the Apple store, all the "coolness" I thought I possessed beforehand left when I enter those doors. I seriously felt it leave my body and I was so depressed! I remember telling Julie these exact words when I got home ... "I am not cool enough to shop there." But luckily I found a really "cool" employee that helped me out!
Posted by hibbs is what they call me on August 13, 2008 - Wednesday - 9:29 AM
hahaha! We have one in Birmingham, and I felt the same way when I went in to buy my MacBook. As soon as I walked in the Apple store, all the "coolness" I thought I possessed beforehand left when I enter those doors. I seriously felt it leave my body and I was so depressed! I remember telling Julie these exact words when I got home ... "I am not cool enough to shop there." But luckily I found a really "cool" employee that helped me out!
Posted by hibbs is what they call me on August 13, 2008 - Wednesday - 9:29 AM
RE RE
ha ha ha!!! i feel the same way when i call them for support on the phone. obviously, i don't live in a "cool" enough city to have a store. thank God! i have since resorted to recruiting help from my 15 yr old nephew and my 9 yr old niece. And, they think I am "like, totally cool". so, it works out for us all! LOL
Posted by RE RE on August 14, 2008 - Thursday - 9:17 AM
ha ha ha!!! i feel the same way when i call them for support on the phone. obviously, i don't live in a "cool" enough city to have a store. thank God! i have since resorted to recruiting help from my 15 yr old nephew and my 9 yr old niece. And, they think I am "like, totally cool". so, it works out for us all! LOL
Posted by RE RE on August 14, 2008 - Thursday - 9:17 AM
Monday, August 11, 2008
Mamma Mia!
I saw "Mamma Mia!" this weekend with a BR friend. It was a great show with plenty of musical variety, plus a cast that was surprising in its depth and breadth.There were some points where the burst-into-song moments caught me off-guard, causing me to nearly burst in to laughter, but all in all, I think it's safe to call it this decade's "Grease."
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Thursday, August 7, 2008
hahahaha
So I've always wanted to see a live comedy show, but other than Jay Leno's stand-up act a few years ago, I've never done that.
Tonight, though, a friend had free tickets to a show in Baton Rouge at The Funny Bone and it was hilarious! There were several comedians, with headliner Howard Hall and his precursor, Corey Mac -- both Baton Rouge natives. I laughed so hard, and hope I can remember enough funnies from both of their acts to repeat so others will believe what a great time I had come tomorrow.
Definitely tickled my funny bone!
Tonight, though, a friend had free tickets to a show in Baton Rouge at The Funny Bone and it was hilarious! There were several comedians, with headliner Howard Hall and his precursor, Corey Mac -- both Baton Rouge natives. I laughed so hard, and hope I can remember enough funnies from both of their acts to repeat so others will believe what a great time I had come tomorrow.
Definitely tickled my funny bone!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Violation
Last week I was violated.
It seems weird to type that -- much less say it out loud -- but it's true. Of course, it couldn't come in some average, run-of-the mill way. It had to happen through a method that's basically unheard of, but I learned that the whole process makes you feel...bizarre, to say the least.
It all began when I started my car Monday. To my horror, the little white cotton puff sounded exactly like a Harley. I took it to a shop, only to learn the next day that my catalytic converter had been cut out and stolen. Apparently, there is a hot (pun intended) resale market due to the platinum in catalytic converters. According to my insurance company, this trend was very popular in northern states but limited to that region until the crackpot experts at 20/20 did a special on it. Then it caught on around other parts of the country as well. With my luck, of course Louisiana is a hot spot for it right now, and of course the less-than-a-year-long resident gets hit. After, I might add, moving from one of the nation's top crime cities and having never been a victim. Nice.
I think it's important to note that my car had been parked at work over the weekend -- which is located in a very nice part of Baton Rouge, similar to Ridgeland's new Renaissance area, for those who live in Jackson -- and as my daddy pointed out, the theive(s) had probably noticed a trend in my occasionally leaving it there overnight when I travel for work and use bank cars. So it's not like my car was in a bad part of town when this happened.
But back to the violation... Before I realized that my comprehensive deductible was so low on my insurance (IDK why, but I am now thankful it was!), the car shop called to say my violators had ruined my tailpipe and muffler when they took my catalytic converter. Of course, that meant more expense, more repair time, more frustration.
Around this time, other things started occurring as well. My cell phone rang with a call from an 800 number. I figured it was a telemarketer, but had already racked up so many voicemails that day that I knew I didn't want to listen to another one, so I took the call, which went like this:
RJ: Hello?
Caller: Hi, this is so-and-so from AT&T Wireless.
RJ: Hi....
Caller: Miss Johnson, this is a courtesy call. We've noticed that your bill is unusually high and wanted to see if you've been making many out-of-country calls from your cell phone?
Well, of course I had not, but wasn't that just the sweetest thing to hear, especially right then?
Five phone calls later (AT&T Wireless may have great customer service reps if they call you to point out something like that, but I learned they cannot transfer you to the person who can fix the problem worth a flip), I was finally speaking to someone who could fix the error. And when they figured out what the error was, don't worry, because the genius who switched me to my new 225 number gave me NO PLAN AT ALL. That's right - for the last two months, every time I have LOOKED at my phone (much less texted, placed or took a call from it), I have been charged out the nose. Of course, the customer service rep wanted me to tell her what plan I was on, when I had been with AT&T forever, through several company changes, and had probably had the same plan for at least five years. Ugh. When the error was finally corrected, I was credited more than $1,000.
The hits kept rolling from there - documents I had worked on for weeks were suddenly corrupt with no changes saved, things around me started breaking, the guy from the car shop who gave me a ride back to my repaired car was overly chatty, I caught every train in Baton Rouge every time I drove, etc. I tried to chalk it up to a full moon, but I must say, it was one tough week. Each evening I drug myself home and locked my doors, thinking it wise to put myself on house arrest. But of course, I learned a lot from my weird experiences, including (but not limited to):
It seems weird to type that -- much less say it out loud -- but it's true. Of course, it couldn't come in some average, run-of-the mill way. It had to happen through a method that's basically unheard of, but I learned that the whole process makes you feel...bizarre, to say the least.
It all began when I started my car Monday. To my horror, the little white cotton puff sounded exactly like a Harley. I took it to a shop, only to learn the next day that my catalytic converter had been cut out and stolen. Apparently, there is a hot (pun intended) resale market due to the platinum in catalytic converters. According to my insurance company, this trend was very popular in northern states but limited to that region until the crackpot experts at 20/20 did a special on it. Then it caught on around other parts of the country as well. With my luck, of course Louisiana is a hot spot for it right now, and of course the less-than-a-year-long resident gets hit. After, I might add, moving from one of the nation's top crime cities and having never been a victim. Nice.
I think it's important to note that my car had been parked at work over the weekend -- which is located in a very nice part of Baton Rouge, similar to Ridgeland's new Renaissance area, for those who live in Jackson -- and as my daddy pointed out, the theive(s) had probably noticed a trend in my occasionally leaving it there overnight when I travel for work and use bank cars. So it's not like my car was in a bad part of town when this happened.
But back to the violation... Before I realized that my comprehensive deductible was so low on my insurance (IDK why, but I am now thankful it was!), the car shop called to say my violators had ruined my tailpipe and muffler when they took my catalytic converter. Of course, that meant more expense, more repair time, more frustration.
Around this time, other things started occurring as well. My cell phone rang with a call from an 800 number. I figured it was a telemarketer, but had already racked up so many voicemails that day that I knew I didn't want to listen to another one, so I took the call, which went like this:
RJ: Hello?
Caller: Hi, this is so-and-so from AT&T Wireless.
RJ: Hi....
Caller: Miss Johnson, this is a courtesy call. We've noticed that your bill is unusually high and wanted to see if you've been making many out-of-country calls from your cell phone?
Well, of course I had not, but wasn't that just the sweetest thing to hear, especially right then?
Five phone calls later (AT&T Wireless may have great customer service reps if they call you to point out something like that, but I learned they cannot transfer you to the person who can fix the problem worth a flip), I was finally speaking to someone who could fix the error. And when they figured out what the error was, don't worry, because the genius who switched me to my new 225 number gave me NO PLAN AT ALL. That's right - for the last two months, every time I have LOOKED at my phone (much less texted, placed or took a call from it), I have been charged out the nose. Of course, the customer service rep wanted me to tell her what plan I was on, when I had been with AT&T forever, through several company changes, and had probably had the same plan for at least five years. Ugh. When the error was finally corrected, I was credited more than $1,000.
The hits kept rolling from there - documents I had worked on for weeks were suddenly corrupt with no changes saved, things around me started breaking, the guy from the car shop who gave me a ride back to my repaired car was overly chatty, I caught every train in Baton Rouge every time I drove, etc. I tried to chalk it up to a full moon, but I must say, it was one tough week. Each evening I drug myself home and locked my doors, thinking it wise to put myself on house arrest. But of course, I learned a lot from my weird experiences, including (but not limited to):
- Cars have catalytic converters.
- Catalytic converters need their own alarms.
- Getting a new haircut before a weird week is essential to a girl's self-esteem and self-preservation.
- I should time my vacations to align with Liz's so I don't have to worry about not venting to her while she's having the time of her life.
- Contrary to the way the world should work, bad things can happen during my sweet sister's birthday week.
- Having a boyfriend and family who understand when you're all talked out is priceless. And essential.
- God bless Angela, Shannon, and our penchants for getaway lunches.
- Not having a cell phone plan is the silliest thing anyone could ever do.
- Thieves watch 20/20.
- I am good for nothing during a week like I just had!
TGIF took on a whole new meaning last Friday.
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Çhr阮ïñå
Wow. It's just Unbelievable how things seem to occur in a series of events... never just one little thing... an entire string of little things. I hope this weekend has proven to make it all better for you.This made me think of a quote I came across this morning:>Murphy's Law<"The chance of the bread falling with the buttered side down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet."
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Dyanne
the good news is you have a roof over your head...there were times in my life when i didnt! they took your catalytic converter not your car! as for your cell phone... its a damn shame they couldnt see how great you looked, with hot hair, while you freaked on the service call you had to make!~!!!!!!!!!!! lol i love you
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Amanda
Okay, that is the week from H***. I hope that this week is going much better for you. After reading your blog, I think I'm going to go out and get an alarm for my catalytic converter (whatever the heck that is!). Also, just FYI, I love the bread quote from above! I'm adding it to my favorite quotes right beside Charlie Brown! Happy Brand New Week!
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Jammit
.........BUDLIGHT PRESENTS.... REAL....Men of GENIUS...Today We Salute you, Mr. Catalytic-Converter-Platinum-Ripper-Offer Guy....- - (Mr. C-C-P-R-O-Guyyyy!!)Your Pit Crew speed and ingenuity, combined with up-to-date intel from 20/20 have resulted in the latest Feng Shui in urban crime(...We're-really-fast-like-Ninjas....)First; Copper..... Then it was lead.... Now Industrial grade platinum.... Your stealth-like automotive-mining skills place you on the top rung of the Can-Man's corporate ladder(I-Really-Need-Bail-Money)So Crack Open an Ice Cold Bud Light... Metallurgist-Of-The-Muffler......Because We know as long as we have catalytic converters..... You'll ALWAYS stink......In our book...(- - Mr. C-C-P-R-O-Guyyyy!!)
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WOW omg what a week!
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