Have students (and people in general) always been so dark, twisted and disallusioned?
Bring on the metal detectors. Bring on the security guards.
Let's make our schools safer places to be.
While I'm quite pleased you're endorsing a healthy lifestyle, I must say, I'm a little disappointed in you.
You used to hold a pretty darn good spot on my "Top 5" list but are now clinging for dear life as one of my alternates.
Clean up your act and there may still be hope.
While I was driving home from work tonight, I turned on the radio and heard one of my favorite songs of the moment, "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls. Now, I know that I am dangerously teetering that line of maturity by doing so, but I can't help it. I LOVE that song. It makes me shimmy and shake.
Some other guilty pleasures:
- A glass of wine (while alone)
- Ice cream
- Taking a nap on Sundays
- Celebrity news
- My blog:)
Case in point? Dreams. I have extremely vivid dreams. Often.
Most of my dreams tend to be recurring. They are the kind of dreams that drive you insane because you’ve had them so many times. Most of the time, they revolve around people from my past with whom I seem to lack some sort of closure. Whether it’s a close friend with whom I’ve lost touch, an ex-boyfriend I’ve done wrong or a family member I haven’t seen in a while, I can’t seem to get over things once I nod off to dreamland.
They say dreams are a sort of portal to our subconscious soul. If that’s true, what are my dreams trying to tell me? Why do I have them, and, how much does it take for one’s subconscious to just let go?
I used to be haunted by nightmares in which my teeth would fall out, wither away or crumble right in my mouth. Fortunately, I found that if I continue to wear my retainer one night a week (sexy!), I never have them. I wonder if that means there's some kind of quirky solution to end any/all dreams...
* How much did you love Little Critter books...?
Enough already about who did or didn't do enough on terrorism during their tenure in the Oval Office. My future vote, contrary to belief, is not going to go to the person/party who ends up winning the finger pointing game.
Instead of wasting so much time and energy (and press!) on trying to look better than your counterpart, why don't you focus that time and energy on important issues. Goodness knows we have enough things to focus on nowadays.
I’m pretty close to passing out today and was reminded of the game when I realized my head had accidentally fallen down onto my desk. (I may have also been close to drooling.)
I was seriously AWESOME at 7up.
"I recently had a neighbor who had to have their 5-year old German Shepherd dog put down due to liver failure. The dog was completely healthy until a few weeks ago, so they had a necropsy done to see what the cause was. The liver levels were unbelievable, as if the dog had ingested poison of some kind. The dog is kept inside, and when he's outside, someone's with him, so the idea of him getting into something unknown was hard to believe. My neighbor started going through all the items in the house. When he got to the Swiffer Wetjet, he noticed, in very tiny print, a warning which stated "may be harmful to small children and animals." He called the company to ask what the contents of the cleaning agent are and was astounded to find out that antifreeze is one of the ingredients. (actually he was told it's a compound which is one molecule away from anitfreeze).
Therefore, just by the dog walking on the floor cleaned with the solution, then licking it's own paws, and the dog eating from its dishes which were kept on the kitchen floor cleaned with this product, it ingested enough of the solution to destroy its liver.
Soon after his dog's death, his housekeepers' two cats also died of liver failure. They both used the Swiffer Wetjet for quick cleanups on their floors. Necropsies weren't done on the cats, so they couldn't file a lawsuit, but he asked that we spread the word to as many people as possible so they don't lose their animals."
I'm pretty sure a company such as Proctor & Gamble wouldn't put such a toxic product out there for the masses. Still, I must say, when it comes to my pup's health, I'd rather not take any chances.
Read more about it here.
(One year ago this weekend, many of my friends came to T-town to help celebrate my last days of bachelorette-hood. This posting is in their honor.)
I'm am so incredible lucky to have you in my life.
You are always there for me. In good times and bad.
You make me laugh. You help me to stop crying.
You are the bestest friends anyone could ever ask for.
Thank you for being a part of my life.
I love you all.
Last year, I bought a pair of boots on clearance that I didn't really love. I wore them about a week before the zipper got stuck and A accidentally wrecked them. Just wasn't meant to be, I suppose.
So, the onset of Fall is once again giving way to another search for the perfect boot.
I love the pair pictured above. (Too bad they're like $200 bones.)
I also love the new flat look (with your jeans tucked in). But, short girl's gotta have heels!
Anyone know of any good deals?
I have. (And, somehow I manage to cry every time.)
Those people aren't in it for the money.
They're in it to make their lives better.
It's truly inspiring.
What a great show.
(It's on Wednesdays at 9 p.m.)
I initially thought this was a stupendous idea. (Seriously, how cool would it be to be talking on the phone to a client or vendor, while at the same time petting your pooch?!)
As a dog owner, I know how furry, four-legged companions can make a person feel. (All warm and fuzzy inside.) And, the pro-pet friendly organizations echoed that sentiment. They also suggested that people who are allowed to bring their dogs to work are, in general, more content and more willing to put in extra time when needed.
OK. Great. I’m for it.
Hmmm… but what about the obvious arguments? There are certainly a number of potential pitfalls to the situation like:
…What if co-workers are afraid and/or allergic?
…What about cat owners? (If you know me, you know that was difficult to write. However, IF I loved cats, I’m sure I’d feel angered by not being allowed to bring in my feline friend.)
…What about “accidents?”
…What if dogs don’t get along with other dogs?
You get where I’m going.
If companies establish themselves as pet-friendly employers first and foremost, wonderful. In that situation, potential employees would be able to make the choice if that kind of environment is right for them.
It’s the already established organizations that need to be careful. Change is great and all, but if you don’t have the support from your current employee roster, maybe a pet-friendly environment just isn’t the way to go.
That said, I’d be in.
What do you think? Would you be open to working in a pet-friendly environment?
“No one ever said they would bite people,” Zhang said. “I just wanted to touch it. I was so dizzy from the beer. I don’t remember much.”
After getting drunk and jumping into a panda exhibit for a quick petting session.
He's now hospitalized.
Apparently, this is supposed to be the liquid alternative to the real stuff.
Way to market to all those kids out there.
I'm glad I'm pushing education, not a "legal," uncreative concoction that'll cause people (i.e. kids) to feel "looped" or "high."
You ought to be really proud of yourselves. Way to make a quick buck.
Read the story here.
Today, only one full day after my tumble down my porch steps, I had TWO more incredibly riduculous, clumsy incidents.
M was there to see the first. After I had gotten back to my cube for my midday lunch, I managed to drop my ketchup on the floor. It then proceeded to bounce off the floor and splash up on my pants, my shirt, my jacket, my face and my hair. For as little as that cup of ketchup was, I was absolutely covered.
Seriously? Who knew ketchup made your hair all crunchy and shit.
Anyway, had to go home and change. (Should have showered but didn't seem to have the time or the drive.)
Later, in my cube once again, I was closing down shop to go to a meeting. It was then that I realized I had a little water left over from earlier, so I decided to water my plants. That too was a mistake. I reached up, fumbled with the plant, and then watched my water, dirt and branches fly down, covering my desk and computer.
Oh my goodness. Is there something in the air? Are the stars aligned in such a way that I'm incapable of being anything less than a walking disaster? What's going on?!
Did anyone happen to catch "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip" last night? I was planning on tuning in but ended up passed out in bed instead. I'd love to hear your thoughts as to whether I should tune in next week.
In other TV premiere news, I love "How I Met Your Mother." If you're not watching this, you need to be. The cast just fits together so well and the writing is phenomenal. (Cast picture is above.)
I'm not sure how I feel about "The Class" yet. I'll give it another go at this point I think.
Any other shows worthing watching?
Through and through.
From the moment I had to kiss A goodbye to my acrobatic tumble down the stairs to getting sopping wet in the rain to my rejection email. It was just bad.
It's exactly the kind of day that forces me to focus on the good things in life. So, that said, I'm going to try to be positive for the day's remaining hours - however difficult that might be.
Cheers to new TV, spaghetti and unconditional puppy love!
I'm pretty much OK with those.
But, give me a loud, crunchy cockroach, and I'm gonna freak out.
(Unfortunately, I encounter many of these at work.)
So, when I ran across this on youtube, it made me bust out laughing. I completely feel for this guy.
Check it out.
In honor of J's nuptials tomorrow, I thought I'd list my fav things about weddings.
In no particular order, they are:
- Seeing the bride (with father) walk down the aisle.
- Seeing the grooms face as the bride walks down the aisle.
- The speeches. (These often make me cry.)
- Food. Food. And, more food.
- The "let's find the longest married couple" song.
- The mom and son dance.
- The dad and daughter dance.
- The flowers.
- The smiles.
- The feeling.
A, this makes me think back to our day. I wouldn't change a thing. It was so wonderful.
I'll never understand why you write on bathroom stalls. What possesses you to randomly pull out a pen and start writing? Do you go in with the notion that you're going to write, or does it just come to you while/after doing your business? (Gross.) I just don't get it.
Personally, I don't need to know who you love or who your friends love. I don't even need to know who or what you hate, or who you think is a ho. I don't know you and I don't need to know your every thought and desire. And, while I've been known to skim every now and then, I definitely don't need any reading material while in public restrooms.
Be honest people. Have you ever written in a bathroom stall? If so, please enlighten me as to your motives in doing so.
I'm so pumped that Boogie took home the BB crown!
I would totally watch a TV show starring Will and Boogie. They make me laugh. Out loud.
I couldn't be happier. Boogie won. Janell took home the viewer vote.
M, I wish we would have actually bet something!
First, I'm a going to make myself a big plate of spaghetti. (A hasn't enjoyed this dish since that tomato came out of his nose. Therefore, I never really get to enjoy one of my faves.)
Second, I'm going to read a little bit of my US magazine. (Only about five days late. I'm sure I'll still enjoy. You can never hear too much about Jessica Simpson's love life, right?)
Third, I'm going to tune into the season finale of Big Brother. (I'm still pretty embarrassed about my tuning in to such a show. Oh well. M, you're going down.)
Fourth, I'm going to call my BP. (Free minutes after 9 a.m.)
Hope your night is as enjoyable as mine!
I'll never forget that day. I've never been so scared. I've never seen my family, my dad, so scared.
He went into surgery the next day shaking - with a little stuffed animal bear my mom had bought for him at the gift shop. And, with about 15 little life-saver-like foam things stuck to his head. (I'm sure there's a medical term for this.)
About four hours later, we received word that his "tumor" was actually a brain abscess - a mass of infected cells or pus. I remember not knowing exactly what that meant. It was so surreal.
Today, my dad is busy teaching, golfing and singing like nothing ever happened. We were so lucky, so fortunate.
I love you dad.
This is not the first time.
Had a great time partying it up with H and her soon-to-be doctors posse for her birthday.
Then, I got to spend the weekend with my wonderful husband.
I live for my weekends. Now, more than ever.
I'm already thinking about 4:30 p.m. on Friday.
Can't wait to celebrate your upcoming nuptials, J!
My choice relief? A wonderful combination of Claritin and Halls Max. Most of you have heard of (and probably used) Claritin I'm sure. But, have you ever tried Halls Max? Unlike most cough drops, these babies completely numb your throat so that that irritable tickle just downright becomes obsolete. It lasts for at least a couple of hours too!
Thank goodness for over-the-counter relief.
(Can't think of all the words, but sing along if you know the tune...)
... Should be a sight to see.
And every ???? ????,
should say it beautifully.
At Reynold's Corner Dental,
making every smile count.
Come on everybody get it done you know the one.
Get it done.
* Please note that not all jingles are effective. Think "Davis College" for a moment. Brutal.
Because I've watched the "Today Show" for such a long time, it's somewhat of a habit to automatically turn to NBC. (Truth be told, I was also excited to see how Meredith fits into the equasion.)
So, where the heck is she? Did she take a vacation already? Is that allowed? Or, is she only on air after I leave for work in the morning?
Please enlighten me if possible.
Just saw a man, around say 50ish I imagine, walking along, sporting these knee-high gems.
Personally, I stopped wearing my knee socks when I was about 8 years old. (Volleyball knee socks do not apply in this situation.) I went to the mid-calf for a while, but now, I must say, I'm a fan of the "looks like you're not wearing socks, socks" when kickin' it in my tenny runners.
By the way, is it normal to have really thorough conversations with your dog?
Anyway, I was asked to attend a lecture/discussion event remembering the Holocaust and take pictures of the speakers. Normally, I cringe at photo requests. Not today. For whatever reason, I've always enjoyed history and can get quite rapped up in stories of yesteryear.
I must admit, before going I was somewhat nervous of what I might feel. Discussion of the Holocaust is often so terribly difficult - and I by no means was affected by it as some were. But, just to have the privilege of listening to those who had been there, who have lived it, was absolutely amazing.
My review? It was great. The speakers were great. The questions were great. The three old women sitting behind me discussing the origins of the Celts were great. (?!?!)
Final thought? I'm both saddened and inspired by humanity.
I LOVE seeing him (like so many other men out there) so excited.
While I was writing this, he ran in from outside (where he was enjoying some before game dialogue with our uber-UM fan neighbor) saying, "I'm going upstairs to take a shower and then 'prep' for the game." While I was trying to figure out what he had to do to "prep," I heard my 25-year-old man running up the stairs yelling out the MSU fight song.
He is in seventh heaven. It is indeed Christmas.
To all those other college football fans out there, I wish you a very Merry Christmas as well.
This was the place my family used to go every Labor Day weekend. We’d pack up our pop-up camper, our smore ingredients, hot dogs, beach towels, chairs and dog, Buster, and head off from Maybury for the four-day weekend.
My allergies were always terrible. But, for whatever reason, I never seemed to care. Every year was always the same. It was a whole different world.
Labor Day weekend in Harrisville was commonly referred to as “Harmony Weekend.” Barbershoppers and Sweet Adelines (don’t worry, most people don’t know what these are…), along with their families, flocked by the hundreds to the state park just to be a part of one of the best weekends of the year.
People would sing like it was their job. In the morning. In the afternoon. In the evening. In the middle of the night. My dad’s quartet (whichever one he was singing with at the time) was always there, singing, laughing and entertaining us until we nodded off.
It was absolutely wonderful (although to some I’m sure it sounds a little crazy!).
Personally, I haven’t thought about it or been in quite some time. Nearly 10 years I imagine. But, when my mom randomly called me last night to tell me they were on their way up for Labor Day weekend this year, I must say, I was a little jealous.
I know things probably would be different now, now that I’m a little older. But, a large part of me can’t wait for the day I return to the quiet beaches, the boisterous campground, the delectable ice cream parlor and the beautiful harbor.
Man, oh man. What a great place to be.
Happy Labor Day Weekend!