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May 28, 2007

My Birthday Wish

Family time at my mom's house usually involves board games, card games, volleyball, horse shoes, baseball or now, playing the Wii. We are all competitive and excel in our own events. One of the ultimate tests for Sis #1's many boyfriends is how they handle hanging with the family. The first night he comes over, we sit him down for a game of poker or take him outside to see if he can swing a bat.

Well, Sis #1's 19th birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks and my mom is trying to plan something fun for her. Living in Beaufort, she hasn't made a lot of friends. Let me take that back, she has made PLENTY of guy friends, but few girl friends. She is in Marine Country.

So, my mom was asking me if I could make it and she was planning on having the Volleyball net up and inviting a bunch of my stepdad's Marines over for Sis #1's birthday.

Damn. I never got a bushel of Marines for my birthday.

Although, the thought of having a bunch of Marines over did remind me of my 11th birthday.

We of course lived in a small, 2 bedroom place on base. Somehow, my mom arranged the living room to be able to fit a Twister mat in the middle of it while strategically placed whipcream in some of the circles. This some how became a battle of whatever liquid/creams we could find. Shampoo, conditioner and shaving cream were our ammunition until they ran out. During the fight, my mom sliced a piece of the birthday cake and put it away before taking a pile of it in her hands to smash in my stepdad's face while the rest of us 11 year olds grabbed the cake and started throwing. There are pictures somewhere....I need to find them.

So for my birthday this year, I would like to mix my 11th birthday with Sis #1's 19th birthday. I'll be a happy girl!

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May 26, 2007

New Neighbors

For the past 3 hours, I have been listening to the thump of obnoxious bass from next door. Loud enough that I have been able to identify some of their poor music choices.

And apparently our street is now a used car lot as there are 4 cars that look like they've been parked by a blind person.

If this was a one time thing, I'd be okay.

This is about the 7th or 8th time since they moved in not too long ago. It's so loud that the neighbors on the other side of me can hear it.

So much for sleeping with the windows open. Nights like these I have to play the TV or my own music just to drown out the music. Although, nothing can drown out the bass.

Inconsiderate fuckers!

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May 20, 2007

What Hell Might Be Like

I believe hell may consist of a Wal-Mart with 30 lanes, only 5 open with lines back to electronics and self-checkout stations with lines of people with carts of groceries that are obviously missing the barcode, along with a stack of coupons that must insist with the only person serving all 6 self-checkouts that the price of their 2 liter bottle of Dr. Thunder is wrong.

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Not Getting the Hint

Last week, I had a dream that I ran away to Europe. I didn't tell anyone I was going, I didn't bring anything. I just went. And it wasn't like one of those dreams where you "runaway" to a private island or something. I just remember getting there, not having a plan, but really didn't care. I didn't get the sense or peace or being relieved, I just didn't care at that point where we ended up or what we ended up doing. There were 3 other people with me that I knew, but have not been able to relate them to anyone I know in real life. I blew the dream off as the thought of me probably wanting to runaway from work. It was a joke in the office the next day.

Saturday I took a nap and had a dream that I got in the truck to go run an errand and just kept driving and never came back. I don't know where I was going or where I ended up. And when I woke up, I actually did run out to a couple of places and it felt like deja vu. Except, I obviously did return.

And then this morning, I dreamt that I was in a panic to hurry up and leave. In my dream, it was the wee hours of the morning and I was packing boxes and loading everything in my truck.

Okay, I'm listening! Whatever I'm supposed to figure out with this theme running through my head every night, can we make it a little more clear?? And trust me, the last thing I want to see right now are moving boxes!

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Big Dreams

Sis #2 is really into writing. So much so that on the last day of school, she received a writing award. In an effort to fuel the fire, I told her to start a blog (no, she does not know about mine). Figuring it would give her an outlet and the comments from friends and family would keep her motivated.

She's got a few posts in there and I'm not sure I ever realized what a big dreamer she is. Nine years old and full of answers, ideas and is determined not let anything get her down. I love it.

I've copied a few of her posts into the extended entry.

Who Doesn't Love Fashion
Tell me one girl who hates fashion? I mean c'mon everygirl is a fashion model! You just express it in your own sizziling style! Whats totaly in? The 80's and crocks! A perfect outfit is a big dark blue belt with a pokadoted white and blue dress with white leggings, ballarina slipers, and megga blue hopped earrings! With the summer feeling then of couse, that might be a little HOT! So, a cute pair of pink capries or gachos will do. And to "top" it off, how 'bout a cute light colored tank top (light blue, light purple, white, light orange, or light green)!!! Bathing suits? I will leave that to your mom(L.O.L)!! Personly I like a aqua or light colored bikini with a design.

("I will leave that to your mom" - that would be because she got in trouble for running around the neighborhood to her friend's houses in her bikini.)

Embarassing Moments
The most embarsing moment that has happened in my life is when I was singing in front of over 300 people, and I froze up and caught a real case of stage fright! Embarsing moments can be pretty embarssing. When you look back on it 'bout a week later, you will laugh. So go ahead, tell your moments!!! You will laugh sometime or another. It's okay to share them, no matter how humliating. So, just LOL with your BFFs!

Sis #1 left a comment on this one about splitting her pants during a 7th Grade dance. Sis #2 calls me and says, "I can't believe Daddy let Sis #1 go to a dance in 7th Grade." I told her that's what mommies are for, heh!

Over the Rainbow
Over the rainbow is where to be. When life gets rough, you feel like it is raining. The only way to get over the rainbow is to feel good about yourself. If you made a mistake, just say, "I tried my best! At least I tried. Oh well" To go over the rainbow when every one is teasing you, ignore every one or go along with them. Like if every calls you four eyes say, "You're right! I'm like a BUG!!!" And go along with them. If that doesn't work, just ignore them, and ask your friends to help out with your problem(s).

Summer Blues
Over the summer, some people get the summer blues. That's when no one is home and is on vacaitoin. Or your dad has to work and when you have Sleep Overs, you have to be in bed and watch movies, instead of doing your nails or doing crafts, and things like that. So, if your me... you always have a plan B, C, and sometimes D. Like, if every ones on vacation... use this time to catch up on movies, schoo, your drawling, and so much more. If you have to be in bed durning most of your sleepover time then... make a deal with your mom to play some games or tell stories, or just joke around. There is so much to do in the Summer time. Even with the Summer Blues!!!!!

Something Special
Do you want to do someting speical over the summer besides swimming and sleepovers and camps???? I know I might. You could do so much!!! You can make your own garden, of dreams. How? Choose a different plant for each dream. Lets say your dreams are to, look good, be a cook, meet Zac Efron, and someday be homecoming queen. So for the dream, Look Good, you can choose a flower that looks good. For be a cook, you could plant some fruit, berries, or honey suckels. To meet Zac, you could do a rose. And to be homecoming queen you could plant a buetiful flower!! You can have your own buessniess, like walking dogs. You can have a keyword. What is that? A keyword is something that people say in everyday life like, food, water, summer, freind, and so on. When some one says your keyword you do a cartwheel, or backbeend, or shout, or sing, or even dance!!! There is so much to do like start a book, start a club, make a fort, and soooo much more!!!

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May 18, 2007

Movie Meme

CalTechGirl and Teresa decided to tag me with this movie meme. They're lucky I like them.

So here are the instructions:

Pick out ten favorite movies, then look them up at IMDb. In the overview at the top of each movie's page, there are "Plot Keywords," usually five of them. (Plus more, if you click the link.) Take the first five, and post them. Then the rest of us get to play movie buff and see if we can guess them.

(The ones in bold have been answered in the comments)

1. Teen Movie / Immaturity / Wilhelm Scream / National Lampoon Series / College - Van Wilder

2. Cigarette Smoking / Cannabis / Detention / Marching Band / Model - 10 Things I Hate About You

3. Father Son Relationship / Father Daughter Relationship / Quitting Job / Cloud / Fireplace - Mary Poppins

4. Urination Scene / Female Bonding / WWII / Sister Sister Relationship / Friendship - A League of Their Own

5. Pregnancy / Poignant / Tragedy / Wasp / Terminal Illness - Beaches

6. Corrupt Prison Officials / Falsely Accused / Poster / Maine / Shot In The Head - Shawshank Redemption

7. Psychopath / Controversy / Bare Butt / Betrayal / Male Nudity - Cruel Intentions

8. Blood / Gimp / Katana Sword / Philosophical / Long Take - Pulp Fiction

9. Post It / Cult Comedy / Hypnosis / Kung Fu / Arson - Office Space

10. Car Accident / Amsterdam Netherlands / Teen Movie / Wilhelm Scream / Cannabis - Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle

Ok, leave your guesses in the comments.

So, I'm supposed to tag 10 people. Ugh, how about five?


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May 15, 2007

Tattoo Remover

Have a tattoo you'd like removed?

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Kiki Crisis

My work schedule and travel schedule are picking up at a ridiculous rate. Before Kiki, it wasn't a big deal. After Kiki, it's a very big deal.

Since I got her back in late March, I have had to kennel her 3 times. The first place I took her to was $21 a day and she absolutely hates it. She jumps out of the employee's arms and just cries as I leave. This is far from her normal behavior. She's an attention whore.

I took her to another place, Spot for Dogs that she actually liked. It's a free roam place for dogs where they all hang out together, get a lot of loving and is just like camp for dogs. However, it's $35 a day. Apparently, I am in the wrong business.

With my travel, this can be a very expensive. Not to mention that it isn't fair to Kiki.

It's also got to the point that I am working longer hours. So it's killing me that she's home all day, waiting for me to let her out, to walk her, to play with her.

So, I came to the difficult decision this weekend that I am going to have to find another home for her, permanently. It kills me and I have been torn up about it since I came to the decision.

I talked to my dad to see if they would be willing to take her back permanently. He said he'd talk to my stepmom about it as they are on pet overload and are moving in July. To be honest, I don't think they will be able to take her.

To add to that, she either caught a stomach bug or is really rejecting her new food. For the past few days, she has had the grossest, runniest shits I have ever seen. She has found a spot in front of my guest room that she has used as she has not been able to wait until I get home. I am still in the process of trying to clean it up as each time I try to clean a spot, I gag and feel like I'm going to add to the mess.

I also have had to give her a butt bath after each trip outside to the bathroom. Today, I took scissors to her fur on her hind legs and butt. In the 4 years I've had her, she has never had any issues like this. It's irritating and gross as hell, but I mostly feel bad for her. I'm sure it's not pleasant for her.

So that's my crisis with Kiki. I have to come to a solution by June 2nd before I go out of town for 9 days. I sit here and watch her curled up in her blanket on the sofa or wrestling with her stuffed squirrel and it kills me! Ugh, this just kills me!

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May 10, 2007

Childhood Injuries

A friend and I were walking out of the office today to the parking lot to leave to the Braves game where other co-workers were for tailgating and a great game.

As we came around the corner, a guy jumped out and struggled with her for her purse. I dove at his knees and tackled him to the ground while she grabbed her purse and beat the crap out of him.

Well, that's at least what I told everyone when I got to the game and everyone asked me about my knee.

What really happened....I couldn't remember where I parked (must be hereditary, huh Bou). So when I realized we were in the wrong aisle, I turned and immediately walked to the next aisle and walked right into one of those concrete parking stopper thingy's, tripped, fell forward, skinned my knee and toe nails and then rolled.

I laughed. She was worried and proceeded to go after everything that spilled out of my purse.

I got to thinking and I think the last time I skinned my knee must have been in junior high on my skateboard. Let me tell you, it is a more difficult fall as an adult.

And all I kept thinking today was to keep bending my knee as I remember my knee getting stiff when I was younger and it really sucking!

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May 09, 2007


The past 3 days have been spent in Oklahoma running from storms. Six hours of driving a soccer mom van with 5 of us in it, in 2 days. In the pouring rain and tornado warnings. But we made it safely to each of our destinations.

However, we did arrive on Monday to OKC to some sad news. A woman that I have only talked to through email that develops training for our call centers died of a heart attack on Friday. One of the girls on our trip talked with her on a daily basis. Andrea was 36.

We all were a little surprised by the news as well as seeing Tropical Storm Andrea on the coast of Georgia today. Just a bit odd.

The next storm name is Barry. Oh boy, do I have some stories about Barry. Barry has done enough damage....let him dissipate off shore.

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May 02, 2007

Have You Ever?

Have you ever left the house and come home to realize you left the candle burning?

Have you ever taken the keys out of the ignition while your car was still in drive?

Have you ever parked in your garage, grabbed all of your bags, gone inside, and realized that you left the car running?

Have you ever done all of these in the same day?

I think I left my brain in Pensacola.

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May 01, 2007

Here Comes the....

Imagine standing on the beach at sunset amongst 100 others that have all traveled to celebrate a joyous day. Imagine awing over how great everyone looks, sharing stories about the bride and the groom, and talking about your own wedding, either in past or future tense.

Imagine hearing the bagpipes play as you anxiously await for each person to walk onto the sand and to join those of us waiting. And then knowing that next is Bou to walk down, and then Morrigan.

And instead of seeing one of these two lovely ladies, you see....the Wedding Crasher!

A man in denim shorts and baggy shirt, holding a 6 pack in one hand and a beer in the other, stumbling down the "aisle". As he approaches the sand, he takes a look at what's going on, and slowly makes his way back up the aisle.


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