Tuesday, January 31, 2006

oh the pain

somewhere around mid-afternoon i realized i was going to have a little problem. my back- for no obvious reason- was killing me. i tried laying down flat on the office floor. that helped for a while. but now its 2 aleve, 1 hot shower, and several hours flat on my back, and OW!!!! I HURT!!! this is not good. i can barely turn my head. i can't sit up for more than a few minutes. i hate being a wimp, but this really sucks. back pain just really really sucks.
what i really need right now is a heating pad and a boyfriend who gives good back massages. how come you can't ever find one when you need one?

Utah Town Has Question About President: 'What's Not to Like?'

Utah Town Has Question About President: 'What's Not to Like?'
Oh man. That is twice in one week that the idiosyncrasies of Utah have made it to the front page of the Post. (Last week it was about LDS Films, which is by default about Utah.) My question is, "what do DC residents care about the residents of a town so small in Utah no one has ever heard of it?" Are we just so big city minded that it is now considered newsworthy that there are still small towns with small town behaviors out there? I wonder what most of DC would think of our small town back in Mississippi. There's a flashing yellow out at the main highway so people know you have just passed a town. You don't just leave your car unlocked, you leave your keys in the car in case someone needs to move it. And even the big city granddaughter of a resident can walk into the main store and pay for something on the tab. And the only school in town covers all grades K-12 in one building. And 10 years after my grandparents died I could walk into the one florist in town and explain who I was and the florist could tell me, "Well then you need to go put these yellow buds on your grandmother's grave. She likes these best." And then didn't charge me. Because you don't charge a granddaughter coming back to visit her grandparents' grave for the first time in 10 years. Instead you give her directions to her great-aunt's house and tell her to go pay a visit. Because you're the town florist. Its your job.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

because i said so

Nothing makes me more determined to do something than being told that I can't do it. Particularly when someone says I am not dedicated or disciplined enough. Today someone told me that he doesn't think I can be ready to do the Avon Walk in April, let alone lose 25 lbs by then. So, of course, I upped my own stakes. So now I have to get a 6 pack on my stomach, work out every day, plus go to yoga once a week, run extra for the big walk, and lose 25 lbs. By the end of February.
I can do it, because I said so. And because he said that I can't.

Apparently its that time of the year again


Apparently it is time to start thinking about the big Mormons Invade Duck Beach Weekend again. In the last week 4 different friends have asked me if I am doing a house at Duck this year. I swore last year that I wouldn't put myself through it again. But as anyone could have guessed, I have changed my mind. But I'm doing things differently this year. First, I am not running a dorm or soup kitchen. Its going to be a much smaller house, and if someone is so homophobic that they can't share a bed with another person, they have to pay extra for the bed. I am sure that will get negotiated a few more times before it gets settled, but a girl can dream. My other caveat- someone else has to do food.
So friends, here is the house I have picked. "A Parrothead's Getaway." Hot tub, private pool, oceanside, 6 bedrooms, and it claims it parks 6. (Only people that stayed in my house last year can truly appreciate why I am laughing as I wonder how many cars we can really get into that driveway.) It is very affordable, big, beautiful, etc.

Unexpectedly Great Saturday Night



It was a completely unexpected great Saturday night. After spending Saturday in the usual fantastic way of food and movie with Joy, we decided to go see our friends play in their band, Barefoot. Somehow, I failed to take pictures of the band. But I did get lots of video of the band. I just don't have a video player on here (yet).
The best part of the night was not just listening to the fun music, but getting to see lots of friends. There is something really cool about walking into a cafe and knowing everyone in the room. It was a very "Cheers"-esque moment.

There were -

married friends- Sammie and Melissa (Sammie is the bass player for Barefoot)


















Good friends- href="http://rubyg.blogspot.com/">Joy

















Old Friends- Karl

And cousin friends- Mattie and me- if you squint really hard, turn your head to the left, and take a deep breath, you still won't see a family resemblance!

Saturday, January 28, 2006

I Used to be PalmBayGirl1

But I'm not anymore. AOL and I have a difference of opinion on what my password is. So I'm not who I used to be anymore. (These things happen when your computer crashes and you have to reinstall software all over again and you haven't had to type in your password in 2 years.) So now I'm the yahoo me plus the number 17. This means I also don't remember who you are anymore. I've lost my full address book and buddy list. So feel free to email me at yahoo and tell me who you are again so we can be buddies again.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Just begs the question...

My foray into the online dating world has produced some interesting results. Today a 58 year old man sent me an email letting me know that my age doesn't bother him, (too bad his bothers me!), nor does my choice to not have children. (um, where did he get that idea?) He's prayed about it and is certain he could provide a nice life for me on his farm. In Canada.
It all just begs the question- how many wives do you think he has? And do you think I'd like them? And do the younger ones get extra privileges?

Found it!

Five months ago I lost my glasses on the way back from a business trip to Miami. I have looked high and low. But apparently not low enough. Today after yoga class with Tara (LOVED IT, LOVED IT, LOVED IT- but ask me again tomorrow) I was switching from business shoes to bare feet to my pink tennis shoes. My favorite pink tennis shoes. The ones I can only wear when its warm because they are too small on me to wear socks. I think the last time I wore them was in Miami... And there were my glasses inside. So five days after I finally caved in and bought new glasses I found my old glasses. My perfectly good glasses that I always liked to begin with. Oh well. C'est la vie. I guess I have a backup pair now.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

I'm big with the geriatric set



So I recently decided to try a little harder at the dating thing. With a little encouragement from a few friends, I signed up for some online dating sites. I have mixed reviews on the experience. Different websites generate different results. On one particulare site I seem to attract 2 different types of men. One type doesn't speak English. Men keep sending me emails and profiles that are not in English. These men all get the delete key. The second type of man is, well, how do you put it politely? WAY TOO OLD FOR ME. These men have no business whatsoever attempting to engage a woman half their age in conversation. And yet they do. So I give you the following three pictures. Guess which one of these men sent me an "e-rose" today.

Monday, January 23, 2006

one more thing

my usual computer has suffered a complete and total meltdown. don't expect to see me in the usual places as a result. messengers, im's, etc., are not currently available. if you must reach me, do it the new old-fashioned way- emails.
thanks!

Men, forgive me in advance- do yourself a favor, and just don't read this

Seriously, men, this is not for you. I really hope you can't relate to what I am aobut to say. In fact, if you can relate it is probably best if you keep it to yourself. I really don't think you want to read the rest of what I am about to say.

Ladies, the world has finally gone too far. Today I found myself in the intimate apparel section of a favorite store and I saw something that absolutely shocked me. 38D bras with padding and push-up enhancements. Why? Why? WHY? Why would anyone with a 38D need additional padding and push-up enhancements?!? Its just sitting there next to the 32A with padding and push-up enhancements like its not dwarfing its neighbor unfairly. Seriously, a 32A needs the padding and push-up enhancements, but a 38D?? Really, I beg you. Think about it.

What bras need are real names and real labels. Let's call it what it really is- help where you need it, "trying to be something you're not," "creating an illusion," and "making mountains out of molehills." And then there is the other side of the spectrum (the side i feel like i am on way too much these days), where the undergarments should come with assistance and features like "impact resistance," "gravity defiant straps," and "extra durable holding power."

Seriously, when was the last time the powers that be (whoever they are, and I better not find out they are all men) created a bra that actually had functionality and features that a woman wants? Without pain and discomfort? And without emptying the wallet? And who came up with the bright idea of designing them that way? There couldn't be a more comfortable solution?

And who designed them with seams and embroidery on the front? I mean I'm all for them being pretty and feminine (I'm keeping my mouth shut on the type I actually prefer), but there is nothing more annoying than a line right across the top. Why do they put them there? Is there no better place for a seam than in the front and center?? Its like the entire under clothing industry is working against us. Don't even get me started on thongs and g-strings. None of these are made for a woman's comfort, let alone fashion enhancement. They are made for men and what they think they want to see. (I'll keep my mouth shut about what men should want to see- which would include comfortable, happy women, and how men would get more of what they want if women were more comfortable and happier, but that isn't the point of what I am trying to say.)

So what am I trying to say? Mostly that I want to boycott the bra industry, except that I can't. And that there should be more truth in advertising, and that someday I want to see a bra with the label, "Industrial strength staying power- so you don't hurt yourself when you sit at tables."

Saturday, January 21, 2006

nerd girl strikes again


I finally gave in and got new glasses (after the Great Eyeball Tragedy in Belgium). Jules' darling daughter Cali got glasses "like erinannie's" a while back. So I felt compelled to make sure I got glasses just like Cali's again. What do you think? Its my entire disposable income for the month, so you better like them! Posted by Picasa

Friday, January 20, 2006

I begged my parents to send me to space camp and instead they bought me the movie

I have finally remembered something that helps me relax. I doubt it will help anyone else, but I'm greatly amused by it. The National Air and Space Museum. Ever since I can remember I have loved going there. There's even a funny story about how when I was younger I thought it was the "Erin Space Museum." But I'll save that for later. So today I finally got to have my personal birthday treat and went to see a movie at the IMAX at the museum. As soon as I walked in I remembered how much I love going there. (One of the best parts of living in DC is that we have free museums, even if they have crappy hours left over from the Carter administration.) After my little excursion to the best place on Earth, I came home to find Netflix had finally sent me a movie I had requested several months ago. My theory is that they had to go to Ethan Hawke's basement to find the only living copy. But nonetheless, Netflix has sent me one of my favorite childhood movies. Explorers Its an absolutely stupid movie starring Ethan Hawke and River Phoenix in their first film roles as kids. There's an alien that quotes John Wayne, its that kind of stupid. And fifth graders that build a space ship. And a mouse that pushes buttons to demand cheese. My sister and I still like to speak to each other in a computerized rat voice and say, "I want more cheese- NOW!"
But I digress... Anyway, I found something that worked for me today. And that makes me feel better.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Impressions

Quite simply put, I am easily amused and yet rarely impressed. The better you know me, the more obvious that statement will become. It explains a lot of things about me that we usually just chalk up to ADD. I have lots of "surface friends" with very few deep inside friends. (This is no way means I am NOT impressed with my surface friends. It means they amuse me and that I expect that some day they could impress me.) Its why I will watch tons of movies, but only own 8. And why I only own 10 CD's total. I only buy things that truly impress me. Same with memorabilia from my travels- I only buy things that impressed me, not amused me. If I bought everything that amused me, I'd go broke way too fast. Of course, this theory can also be applied to men and my fleeting relationships. Lots of men amuse me. Its been a long freaking time since one actually impressed me. I am patient though, and will give a guy with some potential a chance. It comes with age, and I have no choice in the matter if I don't want to stay an old maid forever. (Bring it on, guys! Impress me! It has been known to happen! I'll even give you a hint- a sense of humor and total emotional honesty is all it takes.) (Granted by that I mean- MY kind of sense of humor, and total emotional honesty that doesn't freak me out.) Moving on...

So when I share the following few items with you it is with complete sincerity that I tell you its because I am so impressed by them that I had to share.

1. The Kite Runner- this book is worth reading. The story of a man who grew up as a child in Afghanistan. Amazing story-telling abilities coupled with a great story to tell. You won't want to put it down.

2. Million Little Pieces- there is a reason Oprah is standing up for this guy. Read him.

3. "Joseph: A Nashville Tribute to the Prophet" (this is for my LDS friends primarily). I am a fan of country music, but the thought of LDS music and country made my skin crawl. I went to see this band perform over the weekend at the referral of my dad, a non-country person. I have since purchased the CD. Its the 10th CD I have ever purchased. That is how impressed I am. If there is a woman out there who can listen to the Emma song and not cry, she has no heart. Its that simple. Even if you are not a country fan, I'd still recommend this CD. Learn more here- http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=4196210 .

4. And last but not least something that impressed me this week was Red Arrow remembering my birthday in spite of everything else going on in his life. It takes a special kind of person to stop and sing happy birthday while enduring that kind of pain. Thanks B, you really impressed me.

Meridian Magazine :: A Single Thought: Calling Cards For Dating

Meridian Magazine :: A Single Thought: Calling Cards For Dating

So I changed my mind and said a few things on Meridian after all. Of the 100+ columns we have written for Meridian, this one is my (current) absolute favorite. Hope y'all like it too! (feedback welcome here)

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Frustrated with Frustration

I'm experiencing an all new emotion these days. Its been going on for several weeks. I'm frustrated with frustration. I'm going through this strange phase where I'm back and forth between "fine,"(and by fine I do mean really fine, not fine as in "I'm saying I'm fine but I'm anything but") and completely frustrated. To put it lightly, things haven't exactly gone my way over the last few weeks/months. I missed out on my dream job by 0.15 points. My sister was supposed to fix my car and instead wrecked it. I've got a "mild strain of adult mono" going on. And then there are other things that I am not at liberty to talk about here from my personal and professional life. Its hard, its annoying, its frustrating. But this is me. I can handle things like that, right? Except that I feel like I am losing my ability to just march on and ignore the unpleasantries.
I keep remembering this job interview I had several years ago to become a 911 operator. They asked me how I handled job stress and job frustrations. (Needless to say those are 2 key side effects of 911.) I told them I believed in the power of milkshakes and talking to small animals. When I get truly frustrated I get a shake and talk to a dog. That may have had a lot to do with how I gained 15 lbs in 6 months.
But right now I can't afford that many milkshakes and the cat I live with doesn't hold still long enough for a beneficial conversation. So I am asking you, my blogging friends, how do you handle stress and frustration? Working out- check. Me time- check. Work harder- check. Relax- check. Chocolate milkshakes- check. What am I missing?
When life finally says that there is no way you can control and fix everything and you are forced into accepting that life isn't going to do what you want it to do, what do you do?

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Tag, I'm It

My favorite Sherpa (Ruby G) has “tagged” me. The following is courtesy of her.

Four Jobs I’ve had:

1. Shampoo girl at a hair salon
2. Capitol Hill Legislative Assistant
3. Apprentice Chocolatier
4. Gun Runner


Four Places I’ve Lived:
1. Houston, TX
2. Provo, UT
3. Santa Monica, CA
4. Arlington, VA

Four Movies I’d Watch Again:
1. The Family Stone
2. Big Fish

3. Love Actually
4. About a Boy

Four TV Shows I love to Watch:
1. West Wing
2. House
3. Lost
4. Grey’s Anatomy

Four of My Favorite Foods:
1. Pizza
2. Is chocolate a food?
3. Papanosh
4. Grape Leaves

Four Places I’d Rather be Right Now:
1. Adirondacks
2. top of any mountain anywhere
3. Some beach, somewhere
4. Amsterdam

Four Bloggers I’d Like to Tag:
1. Stacer
2. Hardy
3. Steph
4. Homeless Man

Monday, January 16, 2006

If My Name Were Pollyanna...


If my name was Pollyanna I may describe the last 72 hours like this-
(Please use your best Hayley Mills quasi-British accent when reading this.) "Oh the weekend was just great! First, I got to sleep in all morning, and then went out to breakfast with my friend. And then! I got to come home and take a nice long nap. And then I got to go out with another friend where we saw the most delightful movie, and had a scrumptious dinner. Then I came home, took another nap, and went out to see another friend. And even took another nap there! And then the next morning, I slept in real late again. (you are remembering to use your best overly excited Hayley Mills voice, right?) And then I went to church, but not normal church. Special church! Where I heard the most wonderful country music! I just loved it! And then I went to visit my family, where I took another nap! Can you believe all those naps? Glorious! After the "encore celebration" I came home and fell asleep nice and early. And then today, when I got to work I got the good news that my sister wasn't hurt at all in the car accident. And my car, you know, the one she was driving, only had a few dents added to the collection. If you look on the bright side, at least all the dents are on the same side together."

What do you think? Do I make a good Pollyanna?
Should I admit how many hours of my childhood were spent trying to look, sound, be exactly like Pollyanna in this picture?

Saturday, January 14, 2006

I'm Start Getting to Get a Complex

I gotta tell you, it freaks me out sometimes when I look at my blog stats. Not only do I not recognize who more than 50% of the people are, there's too many coming from search engines. Who are you? Who is it that keeps using Yahoo to find my webpage? I'm seriously getting a complex from it. Feel free to email me and say hi so I can stop wondering who it is out there.

Things I'll Never Get to Say on Meridian

The best conversations and the most creative thoughts can come out of your head after 1 a.m. I was having a great little chat with a particular friend when we came to the conclusion that Hallmark needs to make a "booty call" card. Dating has become far too complicated. You meet someone, you think they are fun, you enjoy a few conversations, and it all seems so easy at that point. But no, that is where the fun and easy ends. I don't care what all the married people in the world think, say, or do. Dating never gets easier as soon as you have gone on the first date.

Right up until you have gone on the first date there is a lot of vague, "what if?" But the truth is, it gets worse after the first date. If you call too soon, email, IM, text, etc, it can come off as way too eager. And even if you do really like the person, you don't want to send an overzealous message and scare them off. But then you don't want to wait too long either and send the message that you have little interest.

And then there is the second date. Suddenly there is pressure to really show your true colors, be yourself. Test the waters, see if the person likes you. And then there is the kissing dilemmas. Do you? Don't you? Who knows? Too soon? Too eager?

And then the third date. A third date usually means, "I like you." But again you have this big awful scary rejection choice. If you have made it to date 3, you both clearly have some degree of interest in the other. You must want to get to know the other person better. There is never another reason to go on the third date, except for those instances when you did go for the kiss or more on the second date, and you just feel obligated to go on the third, even if you have lost interest already. That is where the real confusion begins.

Which is where the "booty calling card" comes in. Dating would be so much easier if everyone could just come with labels on them. For instance, labels that read, "Only looking for a makeout buddy." "Only interested in dinner and conversation." "Serious issues with commitment." "Looking to get married ASAP." "I only want to be friends." "Want sex, nothing else." How much easier would dating be if you just knew from the get-go what they were looking for?

Maybe labels are a bit much. But we could start having required mandated conversations at the beginning of a date and at the end of the date. "I'm Annie and I'm looking for a boyfriend," at the beginning of the date. And then at the end of the date, "You are fun and cuter than I expected. But not quite what I'm looking for. So I'm offering you "friends with benefits" status. What do you think?" And his part of the conversation would go something like this. "I'm a guy, therefore I'm only interested in a physical relationship." And then later, "Hey, a no-strings attached relationship with booty call options on the weekends works for me."

I'm telling you, this would make life so much easier!!! How has dating not evolved to common sense levels yet??

So without going into any detail whatsoever, this was a pretty big hell hole of a week. A lot of things just didn't go my way this week. That isn't to say things got worse for me though. The problem is that I had my hopes set on a few things and they didn't pan out. So life is just status quo. Nothing got better, nothing got worse. So why is it so hard to be happy when you are still "just you?"

When trouble strikes, or I have a less than favorable emotion going in my head, my first instinct is to run and hide from it. Act like I'm fine with the whole situation. Tell everyone it was no big deal and then do something fun and huge so I can ignore my problems. But this time I just don't have the energy in me to act like nothing is wrong. I think the biggest problem I am having with all of this is that my problem is that I am me! That I am the same person today that I was last week. But I liked me last week. So why don't I like my life this week?

It was finally my last night at the store. The store was good for one thing- it kept me busy enough to hide from my problems. I might actually miss the store some day. I enjoyed the conversations with my co-workers and exploring all of the books. I'll really miss my discount there more than anything. But of course, I made sure I used it well tonight before leaving. But it was high time for me to quit and move on with my life, not to mention get all that sleep I am in dire need of.

Friday, January 13, 2006

Somethings Gotta Give

Do you ever hear a song that just hits you? Just way too much about you? This one is hitting me far too hard right now.


Jenny's got a job,
a cat named Jake,
31 candles on her birthday cake
Next year

Thought by now she'd have a man
Two car seats and a minivan
But it still ain't here (hey!)
She's been lookin' for Mr. Right so long
But all she's found is Mr. Wrong
That's the pitts

She's drawn a line that she won't cross
Her and time are facing off
She says something's gotta give

[Chorus]
Something's gotta give me butterflies
Something's gotta make me feel alive
Something's gotta give me dreams at night
Something's gotta make me feel alrightI
don't know where it is
But something's gotta give

Friday night she had a date
Cell phone junky a half hour late
That's the biz baby

She's riding out the twists of fate
She's had all that she can take
She says something's gotta give

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Rims, Paints, Breasts, and Encores

To say I have been busy for the last month and a half would be the understatement of the year. So I am happy to report that I have absolutely nothing planned for the weekend. This is of course completely planned. I need a day off to figure out why it is I never seem to have a day off. And when I say I have nothing planned for the weekend, what I really mean to say is I have a hundred things to pack into Saturday. Specifically, I am spending the day with my car. It has been close to a year since the last time I spent quality time with my car. So this weekend I'm doing what needs to be done. Cleaning it out. Figuring out what on earth is in that box in the trunk. Fixing the dent. (Yes, finally, after 8 months, I am going to finally fix the dent.) Replace the side mirror. And most importantly, I'm getting new rims. I don't think most of the blog readers have ever seen my beautiful blue rims. They came with the car, and they are absolutely hideous. I'm going to ebay them. There has to be some freak show out there that wants a complete set of antique blue hubcaps, right? In the meantime, I'm going to put normal people rims on the car. I'm tired of all the pointing and laughing. (Oh come on, you know you have laughed at my rims too!)
And then, after the bonding time with Lucybel (the car's name), is over, I am finally going to fix the ceiling in my living room. And, if somehow I still have time after I take a nap and complete all those projects, I'm going to paint my bedroom. It just has to be done. I have to live here for another 8 months at least, so I should finally make my bedroom into some place I actually want to sleep.
Oh, and the other thing I am doing on my completely unplanned Saturday- walking. I've decided to sign up for Avon Walk for Breast Cancer as a tribute to my grandmother. (She doesn't know this yet. So cousins, keep mouths shut!) The big walk in DC is April 29-30 and is 26.2 miles, with an optional extra 13.1 miles. I intend to go the whole way. Of course, do keep in mind I'll be hitting each of you up to sponsor me in the near future. I am committed to raising $1800 minimum. And if you want to join my team, I could use some walking buddies. You don't have to walk the full distance. No one is obligated to do so. You just walk what you are comfortable with. So friends, prepare your wallets. I'm walking!
And just for the record, I'm not turning 31. I'm just having a 30th Encore. And we all know, you don't celebrate encores.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Before and After- Office Moving Day (aka "The Big Dig")


Today was the big office move day. After nearly two years with BUSA I got moved out of the "closet." I'm in a temporary office for a few months, but hey, its progress, right? And the new office does have a window, so I'm not complaining. I couldn't help but take some before and after pictures of the office move. In the scene you are viewing there are generally 2 girls working in here- Ang and me. The last few months have been tough as we seemed to have a box explosion, but no place to hide the boxes. So now we hide things in plain sight. For instance, it is completely against the rules for me to have firearms in my office. So please ignore the part where there are 2 shotguns in the center of the room. (Um, for the person who is going to read this and get a little ancy with me, those 2 shotguns are now in the proper lockup.)
So enjoy my before and after shots. I know I did!
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The new office did have a few little surprises waiting for me however. It looks like Mighty and Mickey must have lived in there before me. Posted by Picasa
The new digs. Please look how neat and tidy it is in there. And Red Arrow- please note how Darth Tater (and his alien drinking buddies) are already in place, ruling over the land.
I wonder how long my office (which has a window! no more staring at a brick wall!) will stay that neat? With BB in the room next door, I bet it stays perfectly clean! Posted by Picasa

Bon Natale


Little Sisty Ugler- Here is what you got me for Christmas. Thanks for getting me *exactly* what I asked for!  Posted by Picasa

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Self Evaluation

A fun list stolen from S's blog.

+I am not: very good at discussing when I'm wrong.
+I hurt: other people when I try to ski.
+I hate: inconsiderate people.
+I fear: falling down.
+I hope: I never fall down.
+I crave: chocolate.
+I regret: not telling someone how I felt when it might have made a difference.
+I cry: when small children cry in my presence.
+I care: about the underdog.
+I long: to write a great novel.
+I feel alone: in large parties when I don't have a date.
+I listen: to what isn't said.
+I hide: my hurt.
+I drive: the biggest POS ever. It is not indicative of who I am.
+I sing: like Martina McBride when no one else can hear me.
+I dance: like a tornado.
+I write: silly stuff to entertain 500,000 people a week.
+I breathe: without thinking about it, thankfully.
+I play: Sudoku games like a madman.
+I miss: "Keen Eddie."
+I search: for the perfect purse.
+I learn:who will trust and who will jump to conclusions the hard way.
+I feel: rather congested today.
+I know: what it means to hit rock bottom.
+I say: what it takes to make others happy.
+I succeed: when I let myself. (You're right, S, that is too good to change.)
+I fail: rarely, because I won't give up.
+I dream: of fire fighting.
+I wonder: if I'll ever fall in love.
+I want: to find a soul mate.
+I worry: about disappointing others.
+I have: a really bad head cold.
+I give: pennies to small children in grocery stores.
+I receive: a lot of love from my friends and family.
+I love: traveling and discovering new cultures.
+I think: I'm mostly misunderstood..
+I sleep: when time allows for it.
+I would kill: if someone threatened my life first.
+I obsess: about nothing.
+I draw: little stick figures that even I can't explain.
+I wish: losing weight didn't require so much effort..
+I use: my Southern Belle charms only when necessary.

Gang terrorizes train in France�-�World�-�The Washington Times, America's Newspaper

Gang terrorizes train in France�-�World�-�The Washington Times, America's Newspaper

I can't believe I was just in France last week. I'm grateful I missed seeing this side of life there! But its almost impossible to imagine that such behavior exists in such a civilized society. Shame!

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

starting to believe in curses

I can't believe this. I'm sick- again! Sinus pain, sore throat, coughing, sneezing, aches, pains, blah, blah, blah. I do NOT have time for this right now! Its time to break out the Alka Seltzer Cold one more time...

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

is there any question why this was my favorite vacation yet?

A girl's gotta get her chocolate fix!




Favorite Photo From Belgium

Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous

Marion Barry Robbed at Gunpoint

...you can always run for mayor of DC!

For those who are not Good Charlotte fans, I am quoting the lyrics to a great song, "Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous," which mocks, who else, the rich and the famous for all their petty problems. Its only appropriate that a band out of Waldorf, MD write a song mocking Marion Barry directly.

And its my turn, as a true DC Native, to mock a former mayor who (like all politicians) promised to lower crime in the District, got caught with crack and a whore in a hotel room. And now the same elected official who, as far as I can see, has never actually done one good thing for this city, has become the victim of crime himself.

Is it wrong of me that I hope this actually makes something happen? That now that Barry himself has had a gun pointed in his face (and we all know what type of gun I hope it was), maybe he will actually do something to fix the city's problems? Or is that being too hopeful?

There is an interesting ironic note in his quote though. "I hope that people out here will just hunt them down and let the police know who they are," Barry said. Did he really just condone vigilantism?? He's a freaking elected official! He could have and should have said, "I trust that DC's finest will do their job and justice will be served." But why would he? Does anyone have that sort of trust in DC's finest? No! Does anyone even refer to them as DC's finest? I never have!

Some favorite Barry quotes-
"I promise you a police car on every sidewalk."
"If you take out the killings, Washington actually has a very very low crime rate." (OH HOW I LOVE THE IRONY!)
"I am a great mayor; I am an upstanding Christian man; I am an intelligent man; I am a deeply educated man; I am a humble man."

Monday, January 02, 2006

Lots to post!

Here's the beginning of my pictures from the big vacation. There's lots more pictures to come, but right now its 9:40 pm in Arlington, and 3:40 am in my body. And oh yeah, I've still got a little column to write...

proof i really was in paris






I spent the day alone in Paris, so all of my pictures are self-portraits. But here's the evidence I really was there!

Outside Notre Dame Cathedral- where it was just a wee bit windy!









And at the base of the Eiffel Tower! Where it was sleeting- my hat was soaked through! And I'm not really smiling- my face was just frozen in that position.
















And last but not least, inside the Louvre!

Favorite Signs Found in Europe



We were concerned about understanding the language in Amsterdam. But it turns out English was everywhere. The signs were quite easy to read. Here's a good example.















But then there was this sign. I am still not quite sure what it meant.














And then some signs, were just like home...

Purses
















On the top we have the "Shoe Purse," a style I hope and pray never makes it over to the States. Found in Brussels.














On the bottom we have the most beautiful purse ever. Unfortunately, it was also equal to one month's pay. I am anxiously awaiting the day that the knock-offs arrive in the States. Found in Paris.

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