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Sunday, December 24, 2006

Sun, 24 Dec 2006 02:43:39 GMT

Merry Christmas Everyone....a day early...almost.

And...it's technically 3 days, 22 hours, and 30 minutes until I am 22. YAY!

Me

Senioritis...

Mon, 04 Dec 2006 12:53:02 GMT

Well.....it's Dec 4.

I definitely feel like I am well into Christmas Break......so I'm pretty much a slacker these last two weeks. It may not be the most intelligent idea for professors to make big projects due weeks before the end of the semester, because after they are complete, there is no motivation to finish the remaining work. I feel awful for not turning in things to some of my professors, and I feels stupid to continually forget to turn in the sources for my other paper! It's ridiculous! I'm sure the points will be taken off for that. She's so nice. I have nice professors. THey just have a bad student--me.

With that said....I think i'll survive the semester. I still have a million things to do in my last weeks before I am able to be a teacher. Yay.

Erin

I thought this would be fun to put on here. Enjoy

Fri, 24 Nov 2006 19:36:03 GMT

So....my favorite song and my favorite TV series UNITE! Hooray!

Let's hope this works.

Ok...so it doesn't really. I'm not good with this stuff. Click on it to enjoy though!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNZV2C5bpmA

I can't figure out how to get the actual video on here...so if you know, tell me!

MOST HILARIOUS WOMEN'S RESTROOM story :-)

Mon, 02 Oct 2006 23:27:54 GMT

Women and Rest Rooms

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you
usually find a line of women, so you smile politely
and take your place.

Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the
stall doors.
Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knock
down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the
door won't latch. It doesn't matter.

The dispenser for the modern "seat covers"
(invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang
your purse on the door hook, if there were one, but there isn't -
so you carefully but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn
over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants,
and assume "The Stance."

In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles
begin to shake.
You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't
taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold
"The Stance."

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you
reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.
In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice
saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have
KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your
nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. That would have
to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is
still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes open your stall door because the
latch doesn't work.
The door hits your purse, which is hanging around
your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple
backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach
for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a
puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly
onto the TOILET SEAT.
It is wet of course.
You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too
late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ
and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down
toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.

You know that your mother would be utterly appalled
if she knew, because, you're certain, her bare bottom never
touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't
KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of
the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of
water like a firehose that somehow sucks everything down with
such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for
fear of being dragged in too. At that point, you give up.

You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet
toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you
found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the
sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the faucets
with the automatic sensors,
so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper
towel and walk past the line of women, still waiting. You are no longer
able to smile politely to them.

A kind soul at the very end of the line points out
a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was
that when you NEEDED it??)
You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it the
woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long
since entered, used and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks,
"What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your
neck?"

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal
with a public restroom (rest??? you've got to be kidding!!). It
finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It
also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to
the restroom in pairs.

It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto
your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door.

The Real Me

Sat, 09 Sep 2006 20:45:25 GMT

Foolish heart looks like we're here again
Same old game of plastic smile
Don't let anybody in
Hiding my heartache, will this glass house break
How much will they take before I'm empty
Do I let it show, does anybody know?

But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me

Painted on, life is behind a mask
Self-inflicted circus clown
I'm tired of the song and dance
Living a Charade, always on parade
What a mess I've made of my existence
But you love me even now
And still I see somehow

But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me

Wonderful, beautiful is what you see
When you look at me
You're turning the tattered fabric of my life into
A perfect tapestry
I just wanna be me

But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me

And you love me just as I am

Wonderful, Beautiful is what you see
When you look at me

RUDE PEOPLE

Thu, 31 Aug 2006 01:55:27 GMT

I would just like to know WHO THE HECK thinks that it is appropriate to tell someone they look like they've gained weight. If you think that is ok, you have SERIOUS problems. This is not funny.

How would you like me to tell you that you looked particularly broken out today? Or how about "You have big bags under your eyes". Or...how about " A little pasty today are we?". What about---Seriously, wo/man, Your ears are HUGE. or Your muscles are kinda weak today.
These phrases don't quite catch the magnitude of the statement, "You look like you've added some weight"---but they can be insulting. MAYBE YOU JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. OR....You need MANNERS.

Do you people THINK about what you say? People have FEELINGS, and you need to watch yourself.

You never know when you've taken things too far until it's too late. SO, why don't you just not even take a step to test it out. Hmm? UPLIFT EACH OTHER, GEEZ.

Ephesians 4:29 " Let no unwholesome word proceed from your mouth, but only such a word as is good for edification according to the need of the moment so that it will give grace to those who hear."

Would you speak words of malice and filth to those you were trying to show the love of Christ? I don't think so. And isn't that what we are striving for? To be imitators of Christ? Hold your tongue. We are to EDIFY one another.
That means....TO BUILD UP.

ME with my haircut

Fri, 18 Aug 2006 18:04:23 GMT

Friday, August 18, 2006

Fri, 18 Aug 2006 17:40:30 GMT

P.S. I'm sorry Curtis that the picture doesn't look like my hair. I think it's the closest I could find. until then...that will suffice. lol

I miss my hair

Fri, 18 Aug 2006 03:27:09 GMT

I like my new hair.....but I miss my old hair............after looking at pictures like this...

and this

It's ok. IT looks kinda like this now....

and i promise that soon i will post ME with new hair