A sense of accomplishment, a weight being lifted off shoulders, relief, elation, thanking God it is over. These are some things that people feel after turning in or finishing a report. I’m feeling it right about now. Yesterday I turned in my first paper of the semester… only about a million more to go. So this feeling won’t last long. I am already mentally preparing myself for readings for my next class and the paper I have to do next. So since this feeling won’t last long – I have to take advantage of it while I have it!! So I cleaned the kitchen, finished ALL the laundry, picked up the rest of the house and now I am writing about all my accomplishments, because I feel awesome! I am like superwoman without the invisible plane! And all the cool powers… but that is another discussion.
What is that?? Did you ask what my first paper was about?? Oh!, my apologies. My first paper was about my museum – Miami Classical Museum. The building itself, the space allocation, mission statement, what type of museum (and this is NOT your grandparents’ old stuffy boring museum either!). It is interactive with all five senses of the human body, shows the influences of ancient cultures in today’s world, it is environmentally sound… the list goes on and on! I also drew a floor plan. I LOVE MY MUSEUM!!!! My next paper for that class is the staff structure and job descriptions. By the end of the semester I will have done 6 (or so) more papers about all the aspects of this museum and then a final paper expanding on one of the topics. I am REALLY enjoying the class WAY more than the other two classes.
Okay, that last sentence may mislead you a bit. I am actually taking another “class,” which is more like training. Do you remember what I am training for?? Good little follower… that’s right! Vizcaya. *sigh* just thinking the name gives me museum bumps… (They are a good thing). So the class I did the paper for and the Vizcaya class are pretty much neck and neck when it comes to my favorite class. I had my first class this past Saturday and it was awesome! They explained all the inside workings of the museum, it was really interesting! They also gave us this huge binder with two Vizcaya books - I am in heaven!!! Except they gave us homework… *sigh* (that was a bad sigh) which means I have one more class to worry about! But it’s okay! Vizcaya is my 4th favorite topic!! So it is safe (as it ever will be) to say that I am pretty damned happy right now and feeling a bit of bliss and elation. I just hope it lasts long enough for me to think about vacuuming… Yup it did last long enough for me to think about it… now DOING it will be a different post ALTOGETHER!
NOTE: I will again mention: If anyone with a lot of money wants to build an new type of classical museum... STRIKE NOW WHILE THE IRON IS HOT!! I have ideas and I will soon have everything on paper ready to go!! I am still the woman with the master plan and I will rock the industry on it's heels!
27 January 2010
21 January 2010
Passing the Time
Everyone does it differently... Some read, some draw, some play computer games, some take walks, and others write blogs. Why do people chose one activity over another is like trying to figure out how the inverse tangent approaching an asymptote relates to a Van Gogh painting (Pac* - it is impossible, so don't try and figure it out or your brain will start to leak out of your ears). I, at one point or another, have done all of the above activities in order to have time fly by a little faster… well, maybe not so much the walking one. Like right now, I am waiting for the fiancée (from now on he will be known as FI) to fly back to S. FL. He was gone only a night but it seems longer than that. I was originally going to meet him at the airport inside the terminal (I do not pick him up with the car at the curb – yet, let us be married for a little while for that to start) but his flight has been delayed for 3+ hours!!!! So I am here at home (where I am sure he wishes he was) bored…. I started to read an article for a class so I can write a little paper on it, but I felt my eyeballs melting so I decided to stop. I then proceeded to check my emails (all 5 accounts – yikes), play on facebook, text my friends, call my family and eat (don’t worry nothing that will ruin my wonderful figure, just some pecan halves). Then I decided I would write in my blog.
“I am soooooooooo bored.” I figured that wouldn’t be enough for a blog entry. So I decided to write about procrastination (my third favorite topic – I am #1, FI is #2 – haven’t you been paying attention?!) but I am basically putting of writing about it… I am kinda sleepy anyways…. Maybe I will take a nap and finish this post later….
PS. If you want to know what an inverse tangent approaching an asymptote is check out Chuck Lorre’s Vanity Card #237 (it displayed after a Big Bang Theory episode) and then have my fiancée explain it to you… that’s what I did. :D
PPS. The article I am reading is actually the first chapter of a book entitled The Birth of the Museum: History, Theory, Politics, by Tony Bennett (no not the singer). In case you want to see what melting eyeballs feels like. (That was a very odd sentence if you think about it...)
“I am soooooooooo bored.” I figured that wouldn’t be enough for a blog entry. So I decided to write about procrastination (my third favorite topic – I am #1, FI is #2 – haven’t you been paying attention?!) but I am basically putting of writing about it… I am kinda sleepy anyways…. Maybe I will take a nap and finish this post later….
PS. If you want to know what an inverse tangent approaching an asymptote is check out Chuck Lorre’s Vanity Card #237 (it displayed after a Big Bang Theory episode) and then have my fiancée explain it to you… that’s what I did. :D
PPS. The article I am reading is actually the first chapter of a book entitled The Birth of the Museum: History, Theory, Politics, by Tony Bennett (no not the singer). In case you want to see what melting eyeballs feels like. (That was a very odd sentence if you think about it...)
19 January 2010
The Past is gone
But the humor isn't!!!
Funny how that works out, huh? When something is over not everything disappears - just the setting, or just the objects in the setting (and yes! I called people objects!), or everything but yourself disappears. Sometimes you disappear and nothing else does. Odd isn't it? Ok, that’s the end of that slightly depressing subject… onto something much more entertaining:
Me…
(I said entertaining, not funny – now stop giggling) I have class tonight, so this won’t be long.
As I have grown older (I’m not that old!) I have realized fewer and fewer people matter to me. Besides family (whom I will always cherish) I only have a core group of friends that I see or talk to on a regular basis. These people must be blind, slow, or just EXTREMELY forgiving (I am REALLY hoping for forgiving). My “regular basis” has turned into a once a month (if you are lucky) text or phone call or email. Usually it is a text message… it is easiest for me (and that’s who matters right?). If you get multiple communications from me within the month (and not in just one texted conversation) you should feel VERY happy about yourself. I REALLY am trying to be a good person, it’s just so hard. Let me tell you: it is so much easier to be a horrible hermit-like person who connects with people via the internet on some blog… hmmm. But let me ask: when was the last time you called/texted/emailed me?!?! HUH! Exactly! Now who is the horrible person????
Funny how that works out, huh? When something is over not everything disappears - just the setting, or just the objects in the setting (and yes! I called people objects!), or everything but yourself disappears. Sometimes you disappear and nothing else does. Odd isn't it? Ok, that’s the end of that slightly depressing subject… onto something much more entertaining:
Me…
(I said entertaining, not funny – now stop giggling) I have class tonight, so this won’t be long.
As I have grown older (I’m not that old!) I have realized fewer and fewer people matter to me. Besides family (whom I will always cherish) I only have a core group of friends that I see or talk to on a regular basis. These people must be blind, slow, or just EXTREMELY forgiving (I am REALLY hoping for forgiving). My “regular basis” has turned into a once a month (if you are lucky) text or phone call or email. Usually it is a text message… it is easiest for me (and that’s who matters right?). If you get multiple communications from me within the month (and not in just one texted conversation) you should feel VERY happy about yourself. I REALLY am trying to be a good person, it’s just so hard. Let me tell you: it is so much easier to be a horrible hermit-like person who connects with people via the internet on some blog… hmmm. But let me ask: when was the last time you called/texted/emailed me?!?! HUH! Exactly! Now who is the horrible person????
2008-10-24 - Superlatives
Friday, October 24, 2008
Superlatives
Current mood: uncomfortable
Category: Blogging
In 8th grade, you know how they vote for superlatives? (look it up in the dictionary Pac*) I was voted "Most Witty," or "Wittiest" if you prefer. Can you believe it? I sure as hell cannot. "Most Witty" is a very serious charge to be accused of - if a stranger heard that I was "Most Witty" they would automatically visualize that a person talking to me would have issues in trying not to pee on themselves; or a person reading a story/blog of mine would be laughing out loud with tears streaming down their face. However, we all know this is not true (especially me - I WISH it was, it would give me entertainment right back). If you do not, you do not know me very well. In person I actually seem like an airhead… I am easily distracted when I tell a story, my mother hates it when I try to tell her how my day was! I constantly digress and go off on random tangents that have NOTHING to do with the story at hand. I easily forget what I was saying so I often repeat myself. In short, I seem like I should ride a short bus, or lick windows while wearing a helmet.
Now, with that said, I think I am to SOME degree humorous TO OTHERS. One might even crack a smile when I say or write something. Mostly when I write something… However, "Most Witty" I think not. I, personally, think I AM THE funniest person alive (except Pachi, and you are welcome for the compliment you dork). When I tell/write down stories/blogs I DO laugh out loud. I constantly think and tell my folks that they should get a MyS* page just to subscribe to my blog because IT JUST IS THAT FUNNY. Now, I know that all of you out there do not think so (except one of you and you know who you are - so you are exempt from this semi-blistering, rather cool, very little sting set-down) only one person has subscribed! But now I have a question: Since September 23 - ONE MONTH AGO - I have had 147 views to my blog. Who are you people?
Is TV that boring this season that you have nothing else to do? Is the economy that bad that you do not want to go out and pay to see a movie, let alone buy the gas to get you there?? Therefore, the only thing you have available to you is to read my blog?? Read Sweet Melissa's - hers are funny and usually relatable. Mine are selfish pieces of verbal vomit. Are they not? I have my parents read my blog before I post them to see if they are OK, every once in a while I will see a smile crack through (you know, the usual). Usually when I read my own blogs I am laughing so hard I have tears streaming down my face… Wait a minute… Maybe I was not being complimented back in the 8th grade… maybe I was being mocked? Middle school kids ARE rather mean. Oh jeez… Um… Please disregard and forget this blog. I believe it has lost its relevance.
2008 Note: I probably won't write anymore blogs… I don't know what's wrong with me. THIS entry was the ONLY one my dad laughed out loud to… and it was only when he read the licking-windows-wearing-helmet part… sigh.
2008 Comment to this post by a good friend:
Ok I have several points to make here so let me gather my notes, give me a second.....
Alright, I'm back.
Point 1: Don't stop writing blogs, it's a great outlet for personal expression. I like writing blogs myself on occasion, and I personally enjoy your recent blog activity. They're very well written and insightful. And for the record, I did laugh out loud! You know!
Point 2: You're funny as hell. Wit and humor go hand in hand. F what anyone else thinks, everyone has their own level of sense of humor. So if they don't laugh, it doesn't necessarily mean it's not funny. Like in movies for example, some people laugh at slap-stick type of comedies, while others enjoy a well written comedy that requires some thought . In laymen's terms, some people laugh at stupid stuff and others require more than that to have a good laugh is all I'm saying.
Point 3: The definition of witty is as follows; Possessing a strong intellect or intellectual capacity; Clever; amusingly ingenious; Full of wit; quick of mind; insightful; in possession of wits. I, for one, think that suits you pretty well. Particularly when reading your blogs. But to leave it at just 'most witty' as a sole defining term for you, eh, it doesn't really do you justice. You also should keep in mind that seeing as how 8th graders presumptively don't really know a god damn thing about wit at their age, I think said election might not have been as accurate as we had all hoped.
Point 4: 147 blog views in the past month isn't really that big of a deal considering the fact that millions upon millions of 'mys*s' are out there and your profile/blog is set to private, so, you do the math. However, since I'm a huge nerd I did the math for you and it turns out that according to how many friends you have, that would mean that each one only looked at it once or twice.
[I feel special now! thanks!]
With that being said, trust me, your blogs are not verbal vomit. Although for editing purposes, I think the correct term is verbal diarrhea lol. But yeah hon, I say keep 'em comin'. It's actually refreshing to read a real, honest, entertaining blog about someone. As opposed to the myriad of facade-donning, herd-following idiots that take up precious space on mys*'s servers with their meaningless crap.
So whilst you think of what to write about in your next entry, I'll put on my helmet, join you on the short bus, and we'll lick us some windows! :)
2010 Note: Obviously I cannot help myself. I REALLY love my blogs... all 12 of them (yeah I know I am missing some - I chose NOT to post them). I also kinda miss writing to no one and everyone. The internet is such a huge place and everyone is so small compared to it. I just hope that between school, wedding planning, my volunteer gig and being a fiancee I can do this without too much drama. Ugh.... I HATE drama.
Superlatives
Current mood: uncomfortable
Category: Blogging
In 8th grade, you know how they vote for superlatives? (look it up in the dictionary Pac*) I was voted "Most Witty," or "Wittiest" if you prefer. Can you believe it? I sure as hell cannot. "Most Witty" is a very serious charge to be accused of - if a stranger heard that I was "Most Witty" they would automatically visualize that a person talking to me would have issues in trying not to pee on themselves; or a person reading a story/blog of mine would be laughing out loud with tears streaming down their face. However, we all know this is not true (especially me - I WISH it was, it would give me entertainment right back). If you do not, you do not know me very well. In person I actually seem like an airhead… I am easily distracted when I tell a story, my mother hates it when I try to tell her how my day was! I constantly digress and go off on random tangents that have NOTHING to do with the story at hand. I easily forget what I was saying so I often repeat myself. In short, I seem like I should ride a short bus, or lick windows while wearing a helmet.
Now, with that said, I think I am to SOME degree humorous TO OTHERS. One might even crack a smile when I say or write something. Mostly when I write something… However, "Most Witty" I think not. I, personally, think I AM THE funniest person alive (except Pachi, and you are welcome for the compliment you dork). When I tell/write down stories/blogs I DO laugh out loud. I constantly think and tell my folks that they should get a MyS* page just to subscribe to my blog because IT JUST IS THAT FUNNY. Now, I know that all of you out there do not think so (except one of you and you know who you are - so you are exempt from this semi-blistering, rather cool, very little sting set-down) only one person has subscribed! But now I have a question: Since September 23 - ONE MONTH AGO - I have had 147 views to my blog. Who are you people?
Is TV that boring this season that you have nothing else to do? Is the economy that bad that you do not want to go out and pay to see a movie, let alone buy the gas to get you there?? Therefore, the only thing you have available to you is to read my blog?? Read Sweet Melissa's - hers are funny and usually relatable. Mine are selfish pieces of verbal vomit. Are they not? I have my parents read my blog before I post them to see if they are OK, every once in a while I will see a smile crack through (you know, the usual). Usually when I read my own blogs I am laughing so hard I have tears streaming down my face… Wait a minute… Maybe I was not being complimented back in the 8th grade… maybe I was being mocked? Middle school kids ARE rather mean. Oh jeez… Um… Please disregard and forget this blog. I believe it has lost its relevance.
2008 Note: I probably won't write anymore blogs… I don't know what's wrong with me. THIS entry was the ONLY one my dad laughed out loud to… and it was only when he read the licking-windows-wearing-helmet part… sigh.
2008 Comment to this post by a good friend:
Ok I have several points to make here so let me gather my notes, give me a second.....
Alright, I'm back.
Point 1: Don't stop writing blogs, it's a great outlet for personal expression. I like writing blogs myself on occasion, and I personally enjoy your recent blog activity. They're very well written and insightful. And for the record, I did laugh out loud! You know!
Point 2: You're funny as hell. Wit and humor go hand in hand. F what anyone else thinks, everyone has their own level of sense of humor. So if they don't laugh, it doesn't necessarily mean it's not funny. Like in movies for example, some people laugh at slap-stick type of comedies, while others enjoy a well written comedy that requires some thought . In laymen's terms, some people laugh at stupid stuff and others require more than that to have a good laugh is all I'm saying.
Point 3: The definition of witty is as follows; Possessing a strong intellect or intellectual capacity; Clever; amusingly ingenious; Full of wit; quick of mind; insightful; in possession of wits. I, for one, think that suits you pretty well. Particularly when reading your blogs. But to leave it at just 'most witty' as a sole defining term for you, eh, it doesn't really do you justice. You also should keep in mind that seeing as how 8th graders presumptively don't really know a god damn thing about wit at their age, I think said election might not have been as accurate as we had all hoped.
Point 4: 147 blog views in the past month isn't really that big of a deal considering the fact that millions upon millions of 'mys*s' are out there and your profile/blog is set to private, so, you do the math. However, since I'm a huge nerd I did the math for you and it turns out that according to how many friends you have, that would mean that each one only looked at it once or twice.
[I feel special now! thanks!]
With that being said, trust me, your blogs are not verbal vomit. Although for editing purposes, I think the correct term is verbal diarrhea lol. But yeah hon, I say keep 'em comin'. It's actually refreshing to read a real, honest, entertaining blog about someone. As opposed to the myriad of facade-donning, herd-following idiots that take up precious space on mys*'s servers with their meaningless crap.
So whilst you think of what to write about in your next entry, I'll put on my helmet, join you on the short bus, and we'll lick us some windows! :)
2010 Note: Obviously I cannot help myself. I REALLY love my blogs... all 12 of them (yeah I know I am missing some - I chose NOT to post them). I also kinda miss writing to no one and everyone. The internet is such a huge place and everyone is so small compared to it. I just hope that between school, wedding planning, my volunteer gig and being a fiancee I can do this without too much drama. Ugh.... I HATE drama.
2008-10-23 - HELADO!!!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
HELADO!!!!
Current mood:Cravy (as in: I am craving helado)
Category: Life
I am craving some Breyer's Twixt ice cream!!! It is a combination fault of Pac* and my dad. Pac* because he got it over the past weekend, and my dad for sharing some of his with my last night. I never knew ice cream could be like that. Wow, I lie…. I know that ice cream is the greatest invention on earth (besides spoons and bowls)!! There is NOTHING better than ice cream! Ok, I lie again… but we are talking about ice cream, not Caramel Frappucinos (what were YOU thinking of??!!). I am writing about ice cream today for a very important reason. I am on a diet.
Now I know many of you would scoff and say, "Lisa, why are YOU on a diet? You are super skinny!!" To this I would usually reply something like, "Why, yes I am super skinny. However, I need to be ridiculously skinny." Then you would say, "Oh. Okay." And that would be that. However, since that day back in August (and if you do NOT know… go read you lazy bastard!) I have packed on a beautiful 15 pounds! Yes! That is right!! I weigh **GASP!!** 155 lbs!! I honestly do not care what the world thinks about this, but it is what I think that matters… and I think this sucks!! I usually pull on my jeans without unbuttoning them (yeah you read that right, I am a god!) unfortunately 2 weekends ago I had the horrible misfortune to have a button POP OFF!!! Needless to say I just went and got a safety pin and used that and went out with a smile. Inside I was crying and feeling miserable.
Now I know many of you are saying RIGHT NOW, "Wow, Lisa is such an insensitive bitch. How dare she say she's on a diet and act like it's the end of the world for her when there are others who are combating obesity and cannot win." To which I would exclaim, "Why, yes I am an insensitive bitch. However, not for that reason. Did you know that obesity is now legally a disease? Have you forgotten where I work?? I know many people who are constantly battling this 'disease' and winning and I know many who are losing." The difference between winning and losing is caring. If you care you can do ANYTHING you want - not just lose weight. Those who want to win do and those who do not care, do not win. Simple.
Now there are those who have not cared enough EVER and like that guy in Mexico who weighs over 1,000 pound (yeah, you read that right ONE THOUSAND POUNDS!!) will need medical help to reduce that issue. But the split second you stop caring and let yourself go, where will (or when for that matter) you grab the reins and start caring? Should I not care and go get that ice cream? Should I eat it until I weigh 160 pounds? 170? Where should I stop? Who are you to tell me? If you are comfortable where you are, awesome. If not, do something about it. But DO NOT look at me like I am a freak. As my motto (one of many) goes: "Whatever."
P.S. Actually, I weighed 155 yesterday morning, today (at 9.45 pm) after one day of my diet I am down to 150.2 pounds! Take that Jenny Craig!! If you want to know what I am doing please send in an envelope in small, unmarked bills one MILLION dollars!! MUWAHAHAHA (evil laugh)
2008 Note: I was NOT doing that Acia Berry stuff!
2010 Note: I lost some of the weight (especially when I started smoking again) and now I have gained it all back... *sigh* Damn Publix's Strawberry Shortcake Helado! The Fi and I are addicted... it is in stores right now!!! And I am proud to say there is none in the house! & I also still think I am hot stuff. :D
HELADO!!!!
Current mood:Cravy (as in: I am craving helado)
Category: Life
I am craving some Breyer's Twixt ice cream!!! It is a combination fault of Pac* and my dad. Pac* because he got it over the past weekend, and my dad for sharing some of his with my last night. I never knew ice cream could be like that. Wow, I lie…. I know that ice cream is the greatest invention on earth (besides spoons and bowls)!! There is NOTHING better than ice cream! Ok, I lie again… but we are talking about ice cream, not Caramel Frappucinos (what were YOU thinking of??!!). I am writing about ice cream today for a very important reason. I am on a diet.
Now I know many of you would scoff and say, "Lisa, why are YOU on a diet? You are super skinny!!" To this I would usually reply something like, "Why, yes I am super skinny. However, I need to be ridiculously skinny." Then you would say, "Oh. Okay." And that would be that. However, since that day back in August (and if you do NOT know… go read you lazy bastard!) I have packed on a beautiful 15 pounds! Yes! That is right!! I weigh **GASP!!** 155 lbs!! I honestly do not care what the world thinks about this, but it is what I think that matters… and I think this sucks!! I usually pull on my jeans without unbuttoning them (yeah you read that right, I am a god!) unfortunately 2 weekends ago I had the horrible misfortune to have a button POP OFF!!! Needless to say I just went and got a safety pin and used that and went out with a smile. Inside I was crying and feeling miserable.
Now I know many of you are saying RIGHT NOW, "Wow, Lisa is such an insensitive bitch. How dare she say she's on a diet and act like it's the end of the world for her when there are others who are combating obesity and cannot win." To which I would exclaim, "Why, yes I am an insensitive bitch. However, not for that reason. Did you know that obesity is now legally a disease? Have you forgotten where I work?? I know many people who are constantly battling this 'disease' and winning and I know many who are losing." The difference between winning and losing is caring. If you care you can do ANYTHING you want - not just lose weight. Those who want to win do and those who do not care, do not win. Simple.
Now there are those who have not cared enough EVER and like that guy in Mexico who weighs over 1,000 pound (yeah, you read that right ONE THOUSAND POUNDS!!) will need medical help to reduce that issue. But the split second you stop caring and let yourself go, where will (or when for that matter) you grab the reins and start caring? Should I not care and go get that ice cream? Should I eat it until I weigh 160 pounds? 170? Where should I stop? Who are you to tell me? If you are comfortable where you are, awesome. If not, do something about it. But DO NOT look at me like I am a freak. As my motto (one of many) goes: "Whatever."
P.S. Actually, I weighed 155 yesterday morning, today (at 9.45 pm) after one day of my diet I am down to 150.2 pounds! Take that Jenny Craig!! If you want to know what I am doing please send in an envelope in small, unmarked bills one MILLION dollars!! MUWAHAHAHA (evil laugh)
2008 Note: I was NOT doing that Acia Berry stuff!
2010 Note: I lost some of the weight (especially when I started smoking again) and now I have gained it all back... *sigh* Damn Publix's Strawberry Shortcake Helado! The Fi and I are addicted... it is in stores right now!!! And I am proud to say there is none in the house! & I also still think I am hot stuff. :D
2008-10-21 - A Weekend
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
A Weekend
Current mood: exhausted
Category: Parties and Nightlife
This past weekend was insane. It was absolutely AWESOME seeing Pac*, and meeting his GF [at the time] , E*; but this weekend was INSANE!!! Do not get me wrong, I had A LOT of fun, some parts of the weekend were REALLY fun. However, hanging out with Pac* when he is trying to cram a week's worth of activities into 2.5 days is INSANITY!! Pac* flew into FLL on Friday at noon, and left this morning at 9.30 am. I think I had about maybe 10 hours of sleep between Friday and Saturday. I am so exhausted (it is partially my fault and Pac*'s fault) I think I may be going delirious. I have downloaded all the pictures - if you haven't seen them yet - go look. The photos are only of Friday not Saturday because we didn't take the camera out to South Beach Saturday, but I am getting ahead of myself. I promise I will try not to make it a blow-by-blow account.
Friday night we went to Papa Dirt’s birthday party. He is now 25 and had a steak cake! Yeah you read that right!! A cake made to look like a steak!! Check out the photos!! We met up with a lot of old buddies of Pac* (Second Sin anyone?) whom I also have gotten to know really well over the years. After that we met up with R* at the Hard Rock and Casino and headed to Murphy's Law Irish Pub. TONS OF FUN!! As you can see from the pictures, R* and Pac* are very close - physically, mentally and in the way they take pictures. You could also say they are both giant goof balls. We partied super hard at Murphy's then headed over to G-mo's (Geronimo's) in Davie. Pac* and R* were trying to play pool and were very good at the whole losing thing. Then at about 5.30 a.m. I was curling up in my bed drifting to sleep.
Saturday morning I am awoken by Pac* at approx. 11 a.m. for pancakes and bacon. I eat after I have a cup of coffee. I am already a bit sluggish here. Pac* and E* play in the pool during the afternoon while I read a book and passively try not to get splashed. That means I yelled at them anytime they got too rowdy. For dinner (5.30 p.m.) we went to my uncle Ral*’s place where we trashed talked some family, made fun of each other and drank a lot of vodka. Yeah, that's a normal family function. After that (11 p.m.) we somehow made it to South Beach's Delano Hotel where we drank more vodka, E* started to feel ill, and we met up with Ra* (my cousin). We then walked a couple of blocks north to Rock Bar, E* really wasn't feeling well so Pac* and E* went to Ra*'s condo on Key Biscayne. Sucked to be them - this was the BEST NIGHT I have ever had at Rock Bar. The music was perfect, the vibe was great and the people were super cool. This is where I met Crispy Fry*, Syd* and some of Syd*'s friends. I started talking to Crispy Fry without knowing that all of them are friends with J*, who is a neighbor of Ra*'s!! SMALL LITTLE WORLD!!! I swear that it IS possible to play 6 degrees of Ra* in So. FL. So at approx 4.30 a.m. everyone decides they want to leave.
Next thing you know it is 7.45 p.m. and we are going to Fic*'s house for a Sunday dinner party.. This is one of Ra*'s best friends and Pac*'s bromance. At this point all I want to do is shoot myself in the foot and bleed to death - I was in that much pain. All I wanted to do was go home and go to bed. Not that I was hung-over, or dealing with a headaches, but I was SOOO tired and mentally struggling with the fact that in the morning I was going to have to go to work. UGH. We got to Fic*'s house and Pac* was telling me that we were only going to be there a little while and then leave, only an hour or so… At 10.45 p.m. we left Fic*'s! I was so upset… So at 12.45 a.m. I was going to sleep (laundry needed to be done) and saying goodbye to my little brother who is also my bestest friend - even if he is a nut case and drives me to insanity.
2010 Note: I am sure you can tell that I was a major party queen... At this point in my life I was going out once a weekend and pulling an all-nighter on a Friday or Saturday. It was a fun time that I am glad I had. Not many people do get to experience something like the Miami nightlife. And I really DO believe you can play 6 degrees of Ra* or less!! But like all things, it came to an end, and I am glad it did. The Fi (fiancee) and I still go out but it is a different monster.
A Weekend
Current mood: exhausted
Category: Parties and Nightlife
This past weekend was insane. It was absolutely AWESOME seeing Pac*, and meeting his GF [at the time] , E*; but this weekend was INSANE!!! Do not get me wrong, I had A LOT of fun, some parts of the weekend were REALLY fun. However, hanging out with Pac* when he is trying to cram a week's worth of activities into 2.5 days is INSANITY!! Pac* flew into FLL on Friday at noon, and left this morning at 9.30 am. I think I had about maybe 10 hours of sleep between Friday and Saturday. I am so exhausted (it is partially my fault and Pac*'s fault) I think I may be going delirious. I have downloaded all the pictures - if you haven't seen them yet - go look. The photos are only of Friday not Saturday because we didn't take the camera out to South Beach Saturday, but I am getting ahead of myself. I promise I will try not to make it a blow-by-blow account.
Friday night we went to Papa Dirt’s birthday party. He is now 25 and had a steak cake! Yeah you read that right!! A cake made to look like a steak!! Check out the photos!! We met up with a lot of old buddies of Pac* (Second Sin anyone?) whom I also have gotten to know really well over the years. After that we met up with R* at the Hard Rock and Casino and headed to Murphy's Law Irish Pub. TONS OF FUN!! As you can see from the pictures, R* and Pac* are very close - physically, mentally and in the way they take pictures. You could also say they are both giant goof balls. We partied super hard at Murphy's then headed over to G-mo's (Geronimo's) in Davie. Pac* and R* were trying to play pool and were very good at the whole losing thing. Then at about 5.30 a.m. I was curling up in my bed drifting to sleep.
Saturday morning I am awoken by Pac* at approx. 11 a.m. for pancakes and bacon. I eat after I have a cup of coffee. I am already a bit sluggish here. Pac* and E* play in the pool during the afternoon while I read a book and passively try not to get splashed. That means I yelled at them anytime they got too rowdy. For dinner (5.30 p.m.) we went to my uncle Ral*’s place where we trashed talked some family, made fun of each other and drank a lot of vodka. Yeah, that's a normal family function. After that (11 p.m.) we somehow made it to South Beach's Delano Hotel where we drank more vodka, E* started to feel ill, and we met up with Ra* (my cousin). We then walked a couple of blocks north to Rock Bar, E* really wasn't feeling well so Pac* and E* went to Ra*'s condo on Key Biscayne. Sucked to be them - this was the BEST NIGHT I have ever had at Rock Bar. The music was perfect, the vibe was great and the people were super cool. This is where I met Crispy Fry*, Syd* and some of Syd*'s friends. I started talking to Crispy Fry without knowing that all of them are friends with J*, who is a neighbor of Ra*'s!! SMALL LITTLE WORLD!!! I swear that it IS possible to play 6 degrees of Ra* in So. FL. So at approx 4.30 a.m. everyone decides they want to leave.
Next thing you know it is 7.45 p.m. and we are going to Fic*'s house for a Sunday dinner party.. This is one of Ra*'s best friends and Pac*'s bromance. At this point all I want to do is shoot myself in the foot and bleed to death - I was in that much pain. All I wanted to do was go home and go to bed. Not that I was hung-over, or dealing with a headaches, but I was SOOO tired and mentally struggling with the fact that in the morning I was going to have to go to work. UGH. We got to Fic*'s house and Pac* was telling me that we were only going to be there a little while and then leave, only an hour or so… At 10.45 p.m. we left Fic*'s! I was so upset… So at 12.45 a.m. I was going to sleep (laundry needed to be done) and saying goodbye to my little brother who is also my bestest friend - even if he is a nut case and drives me to insanity.
2010 Note: I am sure you can tell that I was a major party queen... At this point in my life I was going out once a weekend and pulling an all-nighter on a Friday or Saturday. It was a fun time that I am glad I had. Not many people do get to experience something like the Miami nightlife. And I really DO believe you can play 6 degrees of Ra* or less!! But like all things, it came to an end, and I am glad it did. The Fi (fiancee) and I still go out but it is a different monster.
2008-10-16 - "I never said I was nice" Photo Album...
Thursday, October 16, 2008
"I never said I was nice" Photo Album...
Current mood: devious
Unfortunately there is no category for a blog that deals with family, comedy and photos; because that is what this photo album is going to be about. First, and obviously I am going to work on this from tallest in my family to the shortest in my family (this will be the one AND ONLY time I will let my mom win the "who is taller" contest she and I constantly have ). It will only be my immediate family (otherwise I would never be able to finish it). It all came about as I was going through my mom's computer looking for pictures of me (my favorite subject) when I came across these photos of my brother wearing HILARIOUS hats making the SILLIEST faces. I thought "DAMN!! I have to put these up on MyS*! Otherwise I would not be true to the Older Sister Club!" (we are bit*hes) Then I also realized that there are TONS of photos of my family (and I) making odd faces, being silly and in general - just being ourselves. So I will put them up too. Again, in the order of tallest to shortest.
Here is how we rank: Pac* 6'2.5", Dad 6'2", Mom 5'5.5", Me 5'5"
Prepare to enjoy, laugh and make outragous comments... I know I will.
2010 Note: I did make the photo album & it was/is hilarious! My family (including the extended family!) has this wierd thing when there is a camera we stick our toungues out... I am actually starting to believe it is a viral thing... my fiancee is starting to do it too!!
"I never said I was nice" Photo Album...
Current mood: devious
Unfortunately there is no category for a blog that deals with family, comedy and photos; because that is what this photo album is going to be about. First, and obviously I am going to work on this from tallest in my family to the shortest in my family (this will be the one AND ONLY time I will let my mom win the "who is taller" contest she and I constantly have ). It will only be my immediate family (otherwise I would never be able to finish it). It all came about as I was going through my mom's computer looking for pictures of me (my favorite subject) when I came across these photos of my brother wearing HILARIOUS hats making the SILLIEST faces. I thought "DAMN!! I have to put these up on MyS*! Otherwise I would not be true to the Older Sister Club!" (we are bit*hes) Then I also realized that there are TONS of photos of my family (and I) making odd faces, being silly and in general - just being ourselves. So I will put them up too. Again, in the order of tallest to shortest.
Here is how we rank: Pac* 6'2.5", Dad 6'2", Mom 5'5.5", Me 5'5"
Prepare to enjoy, laugh and make outragous comments... I know I will.
2010 Note: I did make the photo album & it was/is hilarious! My family (including the extended family!) has this wierd thing when there is a camera we stick our toungues out... I am actually starting to believe it is a viral thing... my fiancee is starting to do it too!!
2008-10-16 - Ignorance IS Bliss
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Ignorance IS Bliss
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Life
As I grow older there are more and more things I wish I did not know. Every year it seems that there are new things that want to destroy my childhood and adolescent dreams/wishes and realities. The question then is do you try and keep your childhood wishes and adolescent dreams alive when you know it is a losing battle? Or do you accept and understand that new wishes and dreams must be made as you learn new things, therefore leaving the old ones behind? "When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child, but when I became a man, I put away childish things". - Corinthians I (First heard in the movie "Hackers." Gotta love the educational system in catholic schools!) Is this true? Must we put those wishes away? make new ones? or can you modify them?? (NOTE: If you are under the age of 18 please stop reading - Pac*, you too).
Childhood Reality 1 - "Disney tells you the way it REALLY is".
Disney LIES… ugh. This one was REALLY hard for me to swallow. There ARE NO: dwarves that live in trees, mermaids that sing, glass slippers, elephants that can fly, pixies, princes who appear out of nowhere and marry a chick based on a kiss, swords in stones, mad tea parties (at least with talking rabbits and huffy puffy tea kettles), owls that can talk, and this list can go on and on and on… I did not JUST realize all this, but it has been a gradual learning experience; which started when I was about 8 and my father asked me to explain to him how Mickey who is a MOUSE can own Pluto as a pet, but not Goofy who is ALSO A DOG, and how come Goofy can talk but not Pluto? Welcome to my childhood! Surprised I'm not more deranged?? I am too.
The most recent myth I have debunked by Disney is the "Happily Ever After (HEA)." I thought once the Prince married the Princess (or the small footed chick ) and everything was awesome. They then treated each other with the utmost respect, talked to each other about their feelings and opinions and made sure the other was always happy. We all like to think this is true; that we all treat our spouses/partners like this. I have seen MUCH evidence to the contrary. I have seen one person ignore the other in favor of a video game/sports game/[insert favorite hobby here], I have seen some women not hold doors open for guys, I have seen people just really be nasty to each other. Contrariwise,* I have seen others be SUPER nice, caring and considerate couples - but is this just a "show" in public? I have seen more against the "HEA" dream then for it when it comes to an intimate view of a relationship. I ALWAYS thought my folks had an "HEA" but wow, things slip here and there - verbal and non-verbal (sorry to burst YOUR childhood vision Pac*, but I DID warn you) that makes me wonder if my folks have been "putting on" a show for my brother and I all these years, if it is something I am noticing as I grow older (and now more observant), or if it is a recent development?? So now I must decide if my Disney "Dreams/Wishes and Realities" must be kept alive for the sake of them, if I should discard them or modify them.
Well, obviously some have to be discarded if I want people to know I am sane (Flying Elephants and Singing Mermaids? Puh-lease!) Some you have to keep strong (I'm keeping Cheshire Cats with crazy grins, god damnit! Because I am only SOMEWHAT sane.) The one I have to modify is the "HEA." Some people might actually choose THIS as the one to keep in its original packaging - but now I will call that original "TWG" = The Waiting Game - because it will show how insane YOU are. I, however, will be modifying it to "SHATWTCMPAM" = Sometimes Happy After The Wedding That Cost My Parents A Mint. :D And if that doesn't work then you are all going to be invited to the event of the year in 2011!! The "Lisa- doesn't-god-damn-need-anyone-but-herself-and-the-buzz-buzz" Party.
COMING SOON:
Childhood Reality 2: "Be nice to others, and they will be nice to you."
*Issues with this word??? Take it up with Charles Dodgson. If you can. BUHAHAHA (my evil laugh)
2010 Note: OMG... I cannot believe I actually had posted this. >.< Let me apologize to any family reading this!
Well, I am now in a relationship that I can DEFINITELY say is HEA. It IS so far... so there! and the wedding: 2010 and it is costing untold dollars - just ask the 'rents.
Ignorance IS Bliss
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Life
As I grow older there are more and more things I wish I did not know. Every year it seems that there are new things that want to destroy my childhood and adolescent dreams/wishes and realities. The question then is do you try and keep your childhood wishes and adolescent dreams alive when you know it is a losing battle? Or do you accept and understand that new wishes and dreams must be made as you learn new things, therefore leaving the old ones behind? "When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child, but when I became a man, I put away childish things". - Corinthians I (First heard in the movie "Hackers." Gotta love the educational system in catholic schools!) Is this true? Must we put those wishes away? make new ones? or can you modify them?? (NOTE: If you are under the age of 18 please stop reading - Pac*, you too).
Childhood Reality 1 - "Disney tells you the way it REALLY is".
Disney LIES… ugh. This one was REALLY hard for me to swallow. There ARE NO: dwarves that live in trees, mermaids that sing, glass slippers, elephants that can fly, pixies, princes who appear out of nowhere and marry a chick based on a kiss, swords in stones, mad tea parties (at least with talking rabbits and huffy puffy tea kettles), owls that can talk, and this list can go on and on and on… I did not JUST realize all this, but it has been a gradual learning experience; which started when I was about 8 and my father asked me to explain to him how Mickey who is a MOUSE can own Pluto as a pet, but not Goofy who is ALSO A DOG, and how come Goofy can talk but not Pluto? Welcome to my childhood! Surprised I'm not more deranged?? I am too.
The most recent myth I have debunked by Disney is the "Happily Ever After (HEA)." I thought once the Prince married the Princess (or the small footed chick ) and everything was awesome. They then treated each other with the utmost respect, talked to each other about their feelings and opinions and made sure the other was always happy. We all like to think this is true; that we all treat our spouses/partners like this. I have seen MUCH evidence to the contrary. I have seen one person ignore the other in favor of a video game/sports game/[insert favorite hobby here], I have seen some women not hold doors open for guys, I have seen people just really be nasty to each other. Contrariwise,* I have seen others be SUPER nice, caring and considerate couples - but is this just a "show" in public? I have seen more against the "HEA" dream then for it when it comes to an intimate view of a relationship. I ALWAYS thought my folks had an "HEA" but wow, things slip here and there - verbal and non-verbal (sorry to burst YOUR childhood vision Pac*, but I DID warn you) that makes me wonder if my folks have been "putting on" a show for my brother and I all these years, if it is something I am noticing as I grow older (and now more observant), or if it is a recent development?? So now I must decide if my Disney "Dreams/Wishes and Realities" must be kept alive for the sake of them, if I should discard them or modify them.
Well, obviously some have to be discarded if I want people to know I am sane (Flying Elephants and Singing Mermaids? Puh-lease!) Some you have to keep strong (I'm keeping Cheshire Cats with crazy grins, god damnit! Because I am only SOMEWHAT sane.) The one I have to modify is the "HEA." Some people might actually choose THIS as the one to keep in its original packaging - but now I will call that original "TWG" = The Waiting Game - because it will show how insane YOU are. I, however, will be modifying it to "SHATWTCMPAM" = Sometimes Happy After The Wedding That Cost My Parents A Mint. :D And if that doesn't work then you are all going to be invited to the event of the year in 2011!! The "Lisa- doesn't-god-damn-need-anyone-but-herself-and-the-buzz-buzz" Party.
COMING SOON:
Childhood Reality 2: "Be nice to others, and they will be nice to you."
*Issues with this word??? Take it up with Charles Dodgson. If you can. BUHAHAHA (my evil laugh)
2010 Note: OMG... I cannot believe I actually had posted this. >.< Let me apologize to any family reading this!
Well, I am now in a relationship that I can DEFINITELY say is HEA. It IS so far... so there! and the wedding: 2010 and it is costing untold dollars - just ask the 'rents.
2008-10-01 - Change - Is it good?
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Change - is it good?
Current mood: confused
Category: Music
What happened? I have no idea; but all of a sudden WHAM!! My taste in music is changing... If you will recall (and you should have my entire [MyStuff] page memorized) Under the "Music" section I had written:
“I only cannot stand extreme country (ie., She think's my tractor is sexy... ick), "gansta rap" (TuPac, etc.) and really HEAVY metal (hello? can we say headache in the making??) To give you a current glimpse my current ringtones are "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard, AuquaGirl's "Barbie Girl," "Rehab" by Amy Winehouse, "La Camisa Negra" and "A Dios le Pido" both by Juanes and of course Enrique's "Do You Know?" “
Well obviously since that was written YEARS ago, it has shifted tiny bits. Plus, since my phone was stolen while in New Orleans I no longer have those ring tones... (REMINDER: If you and I have not spoken since mid-august YOU need to call me - I do NOT have your number). However, more recently I have noticed an EXTREME shift in my tastes... *Sigh* and I am sure you might have noticed it as well... I am starting to like the HEAVY rock... How, when and why? There are theories.
One very large theory that my roomies are thinking is that I miss my brother (TOTAL theory) - he used to play this stuff CONSTANTLY - hell, he dragged me to a Killswitch concert last year (ok, he didn't DRAG me there, I went willingly, for numerous reasons). His last band was kinda heavy and I went to some of those shows; and he would show me new bands and music that he found all the time. So, now "apparently" I am trying to make it seem that he is still around by playing and downloading this music.
Another theory is that I just have a lot of time now. So I am exploring new music to fill my time (it beats standing in front of the fridge stuffing my face!) I like this one. My reading has also been a bit darker recently and watching True Blood (which isn't really dark, but its about vampires for cris' sakes! Vampires = night = dark; do the math!)
And the last theory I have for you today is that I am at a point where I have no idea where I am going. I have been thinking the future (obviously), and it is a big question mark. I also think I just need a change... I have also thinking about cutting my hair, and dyeing it and getting that second tattoo I have been wanting.
So to give you a better picture of my "new" music tastes: I have put onto my phone over the last two weeks: Perfect Circle, Killswtich Engage, Trivium, System of a Down and Korn. However! I am still hanging onto my core music - I have MIA - Paper Planes, Iggy Pop - Lust for Life, Beatles - With a little help from my friends, Lil Wayne - A Milli, and the Soul Bossa Nova from Austin Powers. And writing this list down, I have realized that my "core" music is losing... How in the bloody 'ell did that happen?
2008 Note: PAC*: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!
2010 Note: Since March of 2009 Pac* moved back to FL from GA and I got a new phone/service this past christmas. Things are going back to normal. Except my ringtones - I don't have any now. And I still listen to some heavy metal/rock... Atreyu anyone?
Change - is it good?
Current mood: confused
Category: Music
What happened? I have no idea; but all of a sudden WHAM!! My taste in music is changing... If you will recall (and you should have my entire [MyStuff] page memorized) Under the "Music" section I had written:
“I only cannot stand extreme country (ie., She think's my tractor is sexy... ick), "gansta rap" (TuPac, etc.) and really HEAVY metal (hello? can we say headache in the making??) To give you a current glimpse my current ringtones are "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard, AuquaGirl's "Barbie Girl," "Rehab" by Amy Winehouse, "La Camisa Negra" and "A Dios le Pido" both by Juanes and of course Enrique's "Do You Know?" “
Well obviously since that was written YEARS ago, it has shifted tiny bits. Plus, since my phone was stolen while in New Orleans I no longer have those ring tones... (REMINDER: If you and I have not spoken since mid-august YOU need to call me - I do NOT have your number). However, more recently I have noticed an EXTREME shift in my tastes... *Sigh* and I am sure you might have noticed it as well... I am starting to like the HEAVY rock... How, when and why? There are theories.
One very large theory that my roomies are thinking is that I miss my brother (TOTAL theory) - he used to play this stuff CONSTANTLY - hell, he dragged me to a Killswitch concert last year (ok, he didn't DRAG me there, I went willingly, for numerous reasons). His last band was kinda heavy and I went to some of those shows; and he would show me new bands and music that he found all the time. So, now "apparently" I am trying to make it seem that he is still around by playing and downloading this music.
Another theory is that I just have a lot of time now. So I am exploring new music to fill my time (it beats standing in front of the fridge stuffing my face!) I like this one. My reading has also been a bit darker recently and watching True Blood (which isn't really dark, but its about vampires for cris' sakes! Vampires = night = dark; do the math!)
And the last theory I have for you today is that I am at a point where I have no idea where I am going. I have been thinking the future (obviously), and it is a big question mark. I also think I just need a change... I have also thinking about cutting my hair, and dyeing it and getting that second tattoo I have been wanting.
So to give you a better picture of my "new" music tastes: I have put onto my phone over the last two weeks: Perfect Circle, Killswtich Engage, Trivium, System of a Down and Korn. However! I am still hanging onto my core music - I have MIA - Paper Planes, Iggy Pop - Lust for Life, Beatles - With a little help from my friends, Lil Wayne - A Milli, and the Soul Bossa Nova from Austin Powers. And writing this list down, I have realized that my "core" music is losing... How in the bloody 'ell did that happen?
2008 Note: PAC*: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!
2010 Note: Since March of 2009 Pac* moved back to FL from GA and I got a new phone/service this past christmas. Things are going back to normal. Except my ringtones - I don't have any now. And I still listen to some heavy metal/rock... Atreyu anyone?
2008-9-29 - Why men do not exist
Monday, September 29, 2008
Why men do not exist
Current mood: lonely
Category: Romance and Relationships
On Aug 28, 2008 9:09 PM I wrote a comment to my friend Ivy* in reply to a comment she sent me asking to explain why men are needed. The next day when I saw her she asked me where I got this list because it was really funny. Thing is, I didn't "get it" from anywhere, except my brain (it was a clearance sale - great bargain!) So here it is for all the cool people, who missed it the first time:
So I have determined why men exist. This is because ...
1. Most women do not own stock in a battery company. ;) buzz buzz
2. Most women do not enjoy taking out the trash. Ick
3. Most women do not enjoy sending themselves flowers. "Yours Forever?" "Love You Always?" Yeah, right.
4. Getting a hug from a female friend/relative is not the same as those fulfilling bear hugs you can get from a guy. Plus they can't crack your back right.
5. Getting you hair brushed by a guy is all of a sudden much more sensual. Your "buzz buzz" just doesn't cut it sometimes.
6. Walking hand-in-hand with a guy makes you feel special and cared for (especially those guys with big hands, you just feel tiny sometimes.)
7. They won't criticize you no matter what. "You are wearing THAT?"
8. They will always try to make you laugh. Especially if you're crying… guys hate seeing tears.
9. They balance us when we get too emotional. Most of the time they will TRY (maybe) to stop you from getting into a cat fight with that other chick over that ____ (fill-in the blank). Unless there is mud/jell-o/nakedness/oil/etc involved, then they may shove you in.
And the most IMPORTANT reason why men exist:
10. They will do anything to make you and keep you happy, feeling cherished, and loved.
But this only really applies to those nice guys… and they are an urban legend anyways… They don't really exist.
2010 Note: Can you tell I was a cynical single woman in her late 20's? I was. I now have an urban legend (they really do exist!) that lives with me... yup - that's right, you remembered! The fiancee. ^_^
Why men do not exist
Current mood: lonely
Category: Romance and Relationships
On Aug 28, 2008 9:09 PM I wrote a comment to my friend Ivy* in reply to a comment she sent me asking to explain why men are needed. The next day when I saw her she asked me where I got this list because it was really funny. Thing is, I didn't "get it" from anywhere, except my brain (it was a clearance sale - great bargain!) So here it is for all the cool people, who missed it the first time:
So I have determined why men exist. This is because ...
1. Most women do not own stock in a battery company. ;) buzz buzz
2. Most women do not enjoy taking out the trash. Ick
3. Most women do not enjoy sending themselves flowers. "Yours Forever?" "Love You Always?" Yeah, right.
4. Getting a hug from a female friend/relative is not the same as those fulfilling bear hugs you can get from a guy. Plus they can't crack your back right.
5. Getting you hair brushed by a guy is all of a sudden much more sensual. Your "buzz buzz" just doesn't cut it sometimes.
6. Walking hand-in-hand with a guy makes you feel special and cared for (especially those guys with big hands, you just feel tiny sometimes.)
7. They won't criticize you no matter what. "You are wearing THAT?"
8. They will always try to make you laugh. Especially if you're crying… guys hate seeing tears.
9. They balance us when we get too emotional. Most of the time they will TRY (maybe) to stop you from getting into a cat fight with that other chick over that ____ (fill-in the blank). Unless there is mud/jell-o/nakedness/oil/etc involved, then they may shove you in.
And the most IMPORTANT reason why men exist:
10. They will do anything to make you and keep you happy, feeling cherished, and loved.
But this only really applies to those nice guys… and they are an urban legend anyways… They don't really exist.
2010 Note: Can you tell I was a cynical single woman in her late 20's? I was. I now have an urban legend (they really do exist!) that lives with me... yup - that's right, you remembered! The fiancee. ^_^
2008-9-28 - This is me!
Sunday, September 28, 2008 @ 2:52 am
This is me!
Current mood: aggravated
Category: Life
Screw you, little miss/mister "I will read your blog and have no comment!" I SEE YOU!!! I am pissed, not at you (or ONLY you) but at my parents who think they ARE THE POLICE! I am upset at those who think they can force others into doing their bidding; or make them feel like they have no options!! (HOWEVER YOU MUST VOTE!!!) :D Whether this be parents, teachers (although I would not mess there; those ARE YOUR grades...), or your government. Only you can do what you think is right. DO NOT LET ANYONE ELSE TELL YOU DIFFENENT!!! (BUT YOU MUST VOTE TO HELP LISA!!!!) VOTE or don't vote for President…. I do not care; that is up to you and your values. However, I will tell you to help a friend in need. Help Lisa….
2008 Note:
Wow... I have no idea where THAT came from. Okay, I have a pretty good idea - Newcastle pints and blogging are just as bad as Newcastle and phones... yikes. However, I am a wee bit upset (is it not obvious?) that you all read and don't comment/vote... do you think I write this for my health? I do not. I write this and hope you all answer because the world revolves around me!! ;) Well, not the WHOLE world, just the area around me. So, in conclusion, I am sorry I yelled at you and got all uppity last night... but not really.
Sunday, September 28, 2008 - 11:10 AM
2010 Note: Yeah I know what you are thinking.... kkkkrrrraaaaazzzzzyyyyyyy.... and I am. so? This will give me an automatic loony bin space if I ever get in trouble with the law.
This is me!
Current mood: aggravated
Category: Life
Screw you, little miss/mister "I will read your blog and have no comment!" I SEE YOU!!! I am pissed, not at you (or ONLY you) but at my parents who think they ARE THE POLICE! I am upset at those who think they can force others into doing their bidding; or make them feel like they have no options!! (HOWEVER YOU MUST VOTE!!!) :D Whether this be parents, teachers (although I would not mess there; those ARE YOUR grades...), or your government. Only you can do what you think is right. DO NOT LET ANYONE ELSE TELL YOU DIFFENENT!!! (BUT YOU MUST VOTE TO HELP LISA!!!!) VOTE or don't vote for President…. I do not care; that is up to you and your values. However, I will tell you to help a friend in need. Help Lisa….
2008 Note:
Wow... I have no idea where THAT came from. Okay, I have a pretty good idea - Newcastle pints and blogging are just as bad as Newcastle and phones... yikes. However, I am a wee bit upset (is it not obvious?) that you all read and don't comment/vote... do you think I write this for my health? I do not. I write this and hope you all answer because the world revolves around me!! ;) Well, not the WHOLE world, just the area around me. So, in conclusion, I am sorry I yelled at you and got all uppity last night... but not really.
Sunday, September 28, 2008 - 11:10 AM
2010 Note: Yeah I know what you are thinking.... kkkkrrrraaaaazzzzzyyyyyyy.... and I am. so? This will give me an automatic loony bin space if I ever get in trouble with the law.
2008-9-27 - Rock the Vote!: What should Lisa do with her life?!?!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Rock the Vote!: What should Lisa do with her life?!?!
Current mood: restless
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
Arrrgh!!!!
Life is great. I am alive (without support), I have a job (I do not necessarily have to love it), I have my family and friends (thankfully in small quantities), and I am going back to school. Yup, that's right. I am going to take the GMAT on Oct 31; the GRE Dec. 16; and the LSAT Feb 7. I am just going to take all three... Why the hell not?!?! I have NO BLOODY CLUE WHAT I WANT TO DO ANYWAYS!!! See, it goes like this:
Forensic Anthropologist: This was my original major back in 1998 (I was a junior in HS and read a book by Kathy Reichs; the show Bones is based on her books). I would receive someone's bones, figure out sex, age, height, race, possible cause of death, etc. I help the police/law enforcement solve crimes. I actually LIKE working with bones: I got the top score in my Junior year Bone Identification Test (I had to name every bump, hole, striation mark, etc on the bone itself). Plus I am not squeamish, so if there is some dead tissue on the bone - so what? I have to go to the crime scene? - so what? I have dissected cats, minks, and assorted animals. Plus, most of you know, I have no compassion WHATSOEVER. So it's not like my "emotions" will get involved... Now why it did not happen: I suck at math. I failed Algebra the first time I took it at UCF, during my first semester. I had to take it again (for the grade forgiveness) my LAST semester at UCF - yes, I was putting it off 'till the end. Then my second semester I took statistics - then promptly dropped out. WOW, I honestly did not see that coming/realize how difficult it would be for a math retard like me.
So I switched my major to history - math problem solved.
Curator for Ancient Greek and Roman Art (CAGRA): This is my most recent "dream job." I would love to be the one who chooses which pieces would best fit the exhibits in a museum dedicated to Ancient Greek and/or Roman Art. I could also work for a specific exhibit and travel the world with it, displaying it to the world and educating the uneducated masses. I LOVE ART and I LOVE ANCIENT GREECE & ROME!!! Did I ever tell you that I was a personal tour guide in Rome and Greece one summer?? So, I was with my folks and brother… it still counts! I was the one who set up our itinerary - where we were going to go, do, see, etc. I CRIED as we drove into Rome… do NOT tell anyone that!!! (It's just between you and me.) I also like working in museums, I worked at the one at UCF - so I worked the reception desk - they only had "modern art" anyways… :/ and it was by STUDENTS at that! But a CAGRA can look at a piece of art, and know (very much like a Forensic Anthropologist) the date the piece was made and found (if it was lost), who made the piece (if known), what it was originally intended for, and the current value of the piece. The CAGRA would take a bunch of pieces and put them into an exhibit based on a theme, and figure out how to stage and place them for optimal viewing so it all works together. But this requires multiple degrees (masters and doctorates) and then I have to wait for someone to die. You see, there are not many positions available to be a CAGRA. When someone gets this position they hold onto it for dear life. I would also have to move. The current collections of AGRA are in NYC, Chicago, LA, London, Italy and Greece. There are also a couple of spots in France, Germany, Spain, Turkey, and North Africa. So I either freeze my ass off/die from smog inhalation, or I also have to learn new languages and get a visa. So, as much as I love school, this career will not give me good enough odds to help me payback any/all student loans I need in order to get this education in the first place.
The next couple are recent ideas that I have been throwing around with different people:
Business - Human Resources: I will never NOT have a job. All companies need/have this position in this day and age. I would basically have the power to hire/fire/place harassment claims for a company and it's employees. I like the sound of this. This is probably what it would feel like to be God. No one would dare piss me off, and if they did get the cojones to do so, *snap* they are gone. I also like to work with people - believe it or not… as long as they do not piss me off.
Nutritionist - I am currently a Weight Loss consultant… Not much more training/education needed… Also, I do not have to worry about making a "sale," I would be there to help people lose weight. I would be my own boss. I like this more and more as I think about this. I could open my own company with a business degree/nutritionist degree (I would probably have to wait a bit after leaving where I am now of course), but it would be my place, my rules, my clients - and I can tell these clients to go screw themselves if they do not listen to me!! :D I like it… in theory. But I just might end up working for a Dr. dealing with a stinkin' insurance company.
Research Attorney - I frequently joke that I could in no way be a lawyer since I have a sense of humor. Nevertheless, this type of law I could perchance do; without feeling like a shark in a suit with a VERY nice car. Consequently, I would either help other attorneys or clients find information/ previous case files. Whether it be online, in a stack of paper, in another state or country. Know what I mean? However, res ipsa loquitur*, my whole family is a bunch of lawyers, and I already know a lot of Latin (hello, history major remember?)… So this also makes a lot of sense. Get it?
Journalist - Apparently, I also like to write a lot of nonsense, so a position at the Miami Herald would be perfect. I could write entertainment pieces: go to fabulous parties/fundraisers/events and clubs, and share the information with the uneducated, unglamorous masses, who are stuck at home doing really horrible jobs wishing they were me.
Meteorologist/Weather Girl - I am cute, I like to smile, I can read maps and teleprompters and point at blue screens. Are there any other requirements?
So, now you see my dilemma? Help me, so I can possibly help you in the future; whether it be finding out who killed you, educating you about ancient art, hiring/firing your ass, helping you lose weight, finding your filed divorce papers so you can marry that next sugar daddy, giving you the good gossip, or making sure it doesn't rain on your parade.
So vote now; and save our world.
Love,
Lisa
*It goes without saying. Please note: that whole paragraph, I made it as convoluted and confusing as any hopeful/future lawyer could make it.
2010 Note: No one actually voted, except my brother and one friend. *Sigh*
But, since this time I quit my job at the Weight Loss Clinic, talked to some journalist professors at FIU, looked into copy editing, took the GMAT and GRE (yeah, not the LSAT – sense of humor remember??), applied to FIU for the Museum Studies Program and guess what! I got in!! So I am aiming for my dream job, grabbing it and choking it to death so it never leaves me. I am actually designing a museum!!! Floor plan, staff structure, mission statement, everything!!! If anyone with a lot of money and dreams of a classical museum in Miami is reading this, let me know!!! I will be your #1 gal! Also, I am going to be a volunteer at Vizcaya!!! Yeah, all my classes at in museums and I will be working in one too!! I want to thank that pesky fiancée for helping me do this too. He is the best guy EVER!!
Rock the Vote!: What should Lisa do with her life?!?!
Current mood: restless
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
Arrrgh!!!!
Life is great. I am alive (without support), I have a job (I do not necessarily have to love it), I have my family and friends (thankfully in small quantities), and I am going back to school. Yup, that's right. I am going to take the GMAT on Oct 31; the GRE Dec. 16; and the LSAT Feb 7. I am just going to take all three... Why the hell not?!?! I have NO BLOODY CLUE WHAT I WANT TO DO ANYWAYS!!! See, it goes like this:
Forensic Anthropologist: This was my original major back in 1998 (I was a junior in HS and read a book by Kathy Reichs; the show Bones is based on her books). I would receive someone's bones, figure out sex, age, height, race, possible cause of death, etc. I help the police/law enforcement solve crimes. I actually LIKE working with bones: I got the top score in my Junior year Bone Identification Test (I had to name every bump, hole, striation mark, etc on the bone itself). Plus I am not squeamish, so if there is some dead tissue on the bone - so what? I have to go to the crime scene? - so what? I have dissected cats, minks, and assorted animals. Plus, most of you know, I have no compassion WHATSOEVER. So it's not like my "emotions" will get involved... Now why it did not happen: I suck at math. I failed Algebra the first time I took it at UCF, during my first semester. I had to take it again (for the grade forgiveness) my LAST semester at UCF - yes, I was putting it off 'till the end. Then my second semester I took statistics - then promptly dropped out. WOW, I honestly did not see that coming/realize how difficult it would be for a math retard like me.
So I switched my major to history - math problem solved.
Curator for Ancient Greek and Roman Art (CAGRA): This is my most recent "dream job." I would love to be the one who chooses which pieces would best fit the exhibits in a museum dedicated to Ancient Greek and/or Roman Art. I could also work for a specific exhibit and travel the world with it, displaying it to the world and educating the uneducated masses. I LOVE ART and I LOVE ANCIENT GREECE & ROME!!! Did I ever tell you that I was a personal tour guide in Rome and Greece one summer?? So, I was with my folks and brother… it still counts! I was the one who set up our itinerary - where we were going to go, do, see, etc. I CRIED as we drove into Rome… do NOT tell anyone that!!! (It's just between you and me.) I also like working in museums, I worked at the one at UCF - so I worked the reception desk - they only had "modern art" anyways… :/ and it was by STUDENTS at that! But a CAGRA can look at a piece of art, and know (very much like a Forensic Anthropologist) the date the piece was made and found (if it was lost), who made the piece (if known), what it was originally intended for, and the current value of the piece. The CAGRA would take a bunch of pieces and put them into an exhibit based on a theme, and figure out how to stage and place them for optimal viewing so it all works together. But this requires multiple degrees (masters and doctorates) and then I have to wait for someone to die. You see, there are not many positions available to be a CAGRA. When someone gets this position they hold onto it for dear life. I would also have to move. The current collections of AGRA are in NYC, Chicago, LA, London, Italy and Greece. There are also a couple of spots in France, Germany, Spain, Turkey, and North Africa. So I either freeze my ass off/die from smog inhalation, or I also have to learn new languages and get a visa. So, as much as I love school, this career will not give me good enough odds to help me payback any/all student loans I need in order to get this education in the first place.
The next couple are recent ideas that I have been throwing around with different people:
Business - Human Resources: I will never NOT have a job. All companies need/have this position in this day and age. I would basically have the power to hire/fire/place harassment claims for a company and it's employees. I like the sound of this. This is probably what it would feel like to be God. No one would dare piss me off, and if they did get the cojones to do so, *snap* they are gone. I also like to work with people - believe it or not… as long as they do not piss me off.
Nutritionist - I am currently a Weight Loss consultant… Not much more training/education needed… Also, I do not have to worry about making a "sale," I would be there to help people lose weight. I would be my own boss. I like this more and more as I think about this. I could open my own company with a business degree/nutritionist degree (I would probably have to wait a bit after leaving where I am now of course), but it would be my place, my rules, my clients - and I can tell these clients to go screw themselves if they do not listen to me!! :D I like it… in theory. But I just might end up working for a Dr. dealing with a stinkin' insurance company.
Research Attorney - I frequently joke that I could in no way be a lawyer since I have a sense of humor. Nevertheless, this type of law I could perchance do; without feeling like a shark in a suit with a VERY nice car. Consequently, I would either help other attorneys or clients find information/ previous case files. Whether it be online, in a stack of paper, in another state or country. Know what I mean? However, res ipsa loquitur*, my whole family is a bunch of lawyers, and I already know a lot of Latin (hello, history major remember?)… So this also makes a lot of sense. Get it?
Journalist - Apparently, I also like to write a lot of nonsense, so a position at the Miami Herald would be perfect. I could write entertainment pieces: go to fabulous parties/fundraisers/events and clubs, and share the information with the uneducated, unglamorous masses, who are stuck at home doing really horrible jobs wishing they were me.
Meteorologist/Weather Girl - I am cute, I like to smile, I can read maps and teleprompters and point at blue screens. Are there any other requirements?
So, now you see my dilemma? Help me, so I can possibly help you in the future; whether it be finding out who killed you, educating you about ancient art, hiring/firing your ass, helping you lose weight, finding your filed divorce papers so you can marry that next sugar daddy, giving you the good gossip, or making sure it doesn't rain on your parade.
So vote now; and save our world.
Love,
Lisa
*It goes without saying. Please note: that whole paragraph, I made it as convoluted and confusing as any hopeful/future lawyer could make it.
2010 Note: No one actually voted, except my brother and one friend. *Sigh*
But, since this time I quit my job at the Weight Loss Clinic, talked to some journalist professors at FIU, looked into copy editing, took the GMAT and GRE (yeah, not the LSAT – sense of humor remember??), applied to FIU for the Museum Studies Program and guess what! I got in!! So I am aiming for my dream job, grabbing it and choking it to death so it never leaves me. I am actually designing a museum!!! Floor plan, staff structure, mission statement, everything!!! If anyone with a lot of money and dreams of a classical museum in Miami is reading this, let me know!!! I will be your #1 gal! Also, I am going to be a volunteer at Vizcaya!!! Yeah, all my classes at in museums and I will be working in one too!! I want to thank that pesky fiancée for helping me do this too. He is the best guy EVER!!
2008-9-24 - Quiting the Ciggie...
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Quitting the Ciggie...
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Life
The epitome of the "Love/Hate" relationship.
You love them because you do (and have NO IDEA WHY). You hate the way your breath smells/tastes in the morning.
You love them because they go SO GOD DAMN WELL with ANY beverage you have: liquor, beer, coffee, water, red bull, fruit juice, chocolate soy milk (what do you want from me first thing in the am?). You hate them because if you are low (i.e., have one left) you will put on clothes, drive 10 minutes, walk into a store, buy 2 packs (you don't want to get low again), drive 10 minutes home (bloody stop lights), have five, then crawl back into bed; because you did this at 2 am on a Wed night.
You love them because they help give you quick little breaks through-out the day (avg an extra 30-45 minutes of not working/day). Hate them because they are a high-maintenance relationship. They will drive you broke - think: avg $4.50/pack: if you smoke a pack every day you spend approx $1,638/year. Now if you are one who can easily smoke an extra 2 packs when you go out drinking (it's called chain-smoking) tack on another $468/year - and that's only if you do it once/week. Yeah that's over 2 grand/year on ciggies.
You love them because it gives you something to do (i.e., when driving, reading a book - I would walk in and out of the house and read a whole book and smoke a whole pack of ciggies, a way to escape your folks/chores, etc.) You hate them because in today's world you are a social outcast. I have missed huge chunks of parties/weddings/events/ because I would be outside having a smoke (or 1,000 - if there is alcohol flowing) and forget the laws that restrict where you and your little buddies can go. In some places you can't even have a ciggie with your Murphy's Stout (its a VERY good beer - go out and try it) in a pub or on the front portico of the pub!
You love to hate them. You hate to love them.
As of August 26, 2008 I have not ENJOYED a single ciggie. I will admit I have had a drinking moment or two where I will have a puff, and that's all. Because after that puff I feel disgusted. Not only with myself and my drunken foolishness, but to my stomach. Now I will definitely also mention that in no way was I able to do this on my own. That I have tried and failed, multiple times. I actually asked my Dr. about Chantix. I will not mention more on that due to the risk that I will sound like an advertisement. But hey... I found a pack in my car, and threw it out without even checking to see if there were any inside. I write this for my friends and family and acquaintances for fun, to explain where I am coming from/going to, and to subtly (though not anymore) ask for their support. However, I refuse to be a "born-again-non-smoker." THEY ARE HORRIBLE PEOPLE; they know what it’s like to be a smoker, stop acting so freaking' high and mighty. So go ahead, if you smoke, I know what it’s like, light up. Just don't offer me one.
PS Note:
My father just pointed something out (he falls into that horrible BANS group) I wrote this, not only because I feel accomplished with quitting, but because I have THE TIME to do it. I too have noticed this. I sometimes definitely feel at a loss at what to do with myself. I will (please do not laugh) find myself aimlessly wandering through the house, LOOKING for something to do. I have recently found myself not so much just reading (although I still do, ALOT) but I will find myself playing on the computer more often. One day I actually re-organized MY ENTIRE ROOM/CLOSET/PAID BILLS/MADE A CALANDAR (on Excel)/WATCHED SOME TIVOd SHOWS AND DID 2 LOADS OF LAUNDRY - all of that in 7 hours!!!! Including eating meals, etc. I probably NEVER would have done ANY of that if I smoked... Because I would've been in and out of the house smoking and reading a book. Now, on the downside, I have also found myself hitting up the fridge/pantry a wee bit more than normal. Not because I'm hungry, but because I wander through the house aimlessly and since my house is almost circular I constantly pass by them!! So I make pit-stops. Ugh. So that's another thing I am keeping an eye on, but hell, I'm only up 2 pounds. Still lookin' good.
Note: After I posted this I did start smoking again at the end of October. I know, I am a fail bot. But in April of 2009 (like a week before my birthday) I did stop again. I would like to thank my now fiancee (he was my boyfriend then) for helping me stop again. and chantix. ^_^ And I am up 10 pounds and still looking good. Even if the jeans are a bit tight.
Quitting the Ciggie...
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Life
The epitome of the "Love/Hate" relationship.
You love them because you do (and have NO IDEA WHY). You hate the way your breath smells/tastes in the morning.
You love them because they go SO GOD DAMN WELL with ANY beverage you have: liquor, beer, coffee, water, red bull, fruit juice, chocolate soy milk (what do you want from me first thing in the am?). You hate them because if you are low (i.e., have one left) you will put on clothes, drive 10 minutes, walk into a store, buy 2 packs (you don't want to get low again), drive 10 minutes home (bloody stop lights), have five, then crawl back into bed; because you did this at 2 am on a Wed night.
You love them because they help give you quick little breaks through-out the day (avg an extra 30-45 minutes of not working/day). Hate them because they are a high-maintenance relationship. They will drive you broke - think: avg $4.50/pack: if you smoke a pack every day you spend approx $1,638/year. Now if you are one who can easily smoke an extra 2 packs when you go out drinking (it's called chain-smoking) tack on another $468/year - and that's only if you do it once/week. Yeah that's over 2 grand/year on ciggies.
You love them because it gives you something to do (i.e., when driving, reading a book - I would walk in and out of the house and read a whole book and smoke a whole pack of ciggies, a way to escape your folks/chores, etc.) You hate them because in today's world you are a social outcast. I have missed huge chunks of parties/weddings/events/ because I would be outside having a smoke (or 1,000 - if there is alcohol flowing) and forget the laws that restrict where you and your little buddies can go. In some places you can't even have a ciggie with your Murphy's Stout (its a VERY good beer - go out and try it) in a pub or on the front portico of the pub!
You love to hate them. You hate to love them.
As of August 26, 2008 I have not ENJOYED a single ciggie. I will admit I have had a drinking moment or two where I will have a puff, and that's all. Because after that puff I feel disgusted. Not only with myself and my drunken foolishness, but to my stomach. Now I will definitely also mention that in no way was I able to do this on my own. That I have tried and failed, multiple times. I actually asked my Dr. about Chantix. I will not mention more on that due to the risk that I will sound like an advertisement. But hey... I found a pack in my car, and threw it out without even checking to see if there were any inside. I write this for my friends and family and acquaintances for fun, to explain where I am coming from/going to, and to subtly (though not anymore) ask for their support. However, I refuse to be a "born-again-non-smoker." THEY ARE HORRIBLE PEOPLE; they know what it’s like to be a smoker, stop acting so freaking' high and mighty. So go ahead, if you smoke, I know what it’s like, light up. Just don't offer me one.
PS Note:
My father just pointed something out (he falls into that horrible BANS group) I wrote this, not only because I feel accomplished with quitting, but because I have THE TIME to do it. I too have noticed this. I sometimes definitely feel at a loss at what to do with myself. I will (please do not laugh) find myself aimlessly wandering through the house, LOOKING for something to do. I have recently found myself not so much just reading (although I still do, ALOT) but I will find myself playing on the computer more often. One day I actually re-organized MY ENTIRE ROOM/CLOSET/PAID BILLS/MADE A CALANDAR (on Excel)/WATCHED SOME TIVOd SHOWS AND DID 2 LOADS OF LAUNDRY - all of that in 7 hours!!!! Including eating meals, etc. I probably NEVER would have done ANY of that if I smoked... Because I would've been in and out of the house smoking and reading a book. Now, on the downside, I have also found myself hitting up the fridge/pantry a wee bit more than normal. Not because I'm hungry, but because I wander through the house aimlessly and since my house is almost circular I constantly pass by them!! So I make pit-stops. Ugh. So that's another thing I am keeping an eye on, but hell, I'm only up 2 pounds. Still lookin' good.
Note: After I posted this I did start smoking again at the end of October. I know, I am a fail bot. But in April of 2009 (like a week before my birthday) I did stop again. I would like to thank my now fiancee (he was my boyfriend then) for helping me stop again. and chantix. ^_^ And I am up 10 pounds and still looking good. Even if the jeans are a bit tight.
The Past... The 2008 Blogs
Hi! and welcome to My World. Sit back, relax and do not forget to buckle your seatbelt (it IS the law, at least in FL). This will most likely be the bumpiest, random, twisted, nonsensical blog you will ever read. Nothing newsworthy, just a giant waste of time - because people have sooooo much of it just lying around (I'm talking about time people, keep up). I am sarcastic and silly and if I made a movie about my life there would only be one voice - mine, and it would all be voice-over.
Back in 2008 I first played around with blogging. I was young and naiveté and did it on MyStuff (names have been changed to protect the innocent - namely me). It was for my friends and acquaintances to keep them up-to-date on what was going on in my life. Some of it is damned funny (I thought and still do). Just to give a "Best Of:"... Aww hell, I cannot decide what to cut out... You are screwed - I am pasting them all here. Well, in separate posts with original titles and dates. Have fun!
Back in 2008 I first played around with blogging. I was young and naiveté and did it on MyStuff (names have been changed to protect the innocent - namely me). It was for my friends and acquaintances to keep them up-to-date on what was going on in my life. Some of it is damned funny (I thought and still do). Just to give a "Best Of:"... Aww hell, I cannot decide what to cut out... You are screwed - I am pasting them all here. Well, in separate posts with original titles and dates. Have fun!
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