Bad Outfit Trumps Good Karaoke....

Last Thursday the roomie and I ventured out to a local hangout for my girlie's 24th B-Day. (I am glad I am not the only one getting old...) Anyways, we sat down waiting for the girls to all arrive and had a few beers. The setting was good -- low lights, enough men in the room make it appeasing, and LOTS of karaoke singers.

Now, even after a few beers and even after being intoxicated, there is one moment that just stands out in my head.... the drunk and insanely dressed woman. Not just bad dressed, but hideous people -- Just plain wrong! I don't really care how drunk she was (I know, as she came singing away to the bathroom and continued to pee and sing -- she told me so.....), so she was really drunk, but plainly before she left her house she put on this hideous outfit....

Think Julia Roberts, but 150 pounds heavier and 2 foot shorter. Now picture the brown strapless babydoll shirt and jean skirt. Not too bad huh?, now add the nude bra that showed at least 3 inches all the way around the top of the brown babydoll top. Can you picture it yet -- a heavier, shorter Julia Roberts on CRACK with her boobs hanging OUT there (Not nice firm perky boobs either folks -- more like old and starting to sag kinda boobs -- the kind I don't need to see hang out there on a welcome platter...)!! Oh, Yeah!


Even after the very few beers that sent me to happy land, my fondest memory from the evening was the Julia Roberts look alike on CRACK!~ Even if she could kinda sing, the outfit trumped it all! Well, and maybe the awesome T-shirt the B-Day Girl was wearing -- "Boys like to play with Dinosaurs" with a sparkly dinosaur on the back...

The Ugly Baby on TV...

So, I am not really a baby person. I never have been and cringe when someone wants me to touch, smile at, or even hold them.... (Scares the shit out of me...Don't even ask, I won't do it!)

I have decided that this fear and dislike of the tiny things that puke, pee, and spit-up on you is just a "me" thing. My mother felt the same way and some how managed to survive me, But I was a PERFECT child. With my luck, I would have some red-headed devil child that would never sleep, never shut-up, and pee, puke, and spit-up on me constantly. They are not that precious and I have little to no interest in having any of my own! PERIOD!

Then there is the "Oh, he/she is so precious...." statement. Are you all on drugs? I have yet to see a pretty baby. Today on Telelvision on the news, nonetheless, there was the ugliest baby on TV. I couldn't believe that in this world of beauty, perfection, and glamour that they put something so unattractive on TV. Puppies and Kittens (once their eyes open) are cute.... All other mammals are cute when they are babies.... Human kids....NO!

I realize I am probably being a little cruel to those of you who actually have children, and I am not saying that your kids are ugly. I am sure when I was born I too was that ugly baby that everyone crooned over. I am just merely stating the fact that I have no interest in babies -- not me, no way!

When you roll over and feel something wet....

Let's Make a Quick Statement....After at least 4 weeks of 70-80 degree weather -- can we PLEASE turn the air conditioning on? Really! We are sick of being hot, clammy, and living in front of our fans!

Anyway, last night while sleeping peacefully and snuggled up in my pillow because blankets were so not happening (it's 80 degrees outside people!), I rolled over and felt wet! Not like, I soiled myself wet, but like oh my god, RAIN wet! My bed just happens to snuggle up next to the windows that were open wide, because hello, it is 80 degrees the air conditioning is not ON!

Thankfully, I managed to get the windows closed after only a little bit of struggle. Now wide awake and wet -- what a step down from my peaceful sleep -- I felt like a wet dog...shaggy, damp, and uncomfortable -- without the wet dog smell mind you...

We did however, need the rain. We haven't had any rain in a LONG time! It has been so bad, that I had to wash my car yesterday because every vehicle in town is covered in the orange dust film surrounding us. I sat sat at a stop light that afternoon and marveled at the orange sheen on EVERY car sitting there. Why I washed my car only to get rain that night....not so smart, but I felt better. And apparently I was not the only one who wanted to remove the orange slime from my car -- the entire basketball team was out there washing what I am sure was coaches, staff, and their own personal cars. They had an entire system and long stream of cars to wash. It was great eye candy as I awaited my turn to wash my car.

On that note, please pray for the air conditioning to be turned on! We have rain, now AIR would be the topping on the cake!

Gerbil Watch -- Day 9 -- Finale'

I am proud to say that the ENTIRE gerbil family made it home and all on four legs and breathing.

I do not believe I will miss that little family too much. It was the first peaceful sleep I have this past evening in a week and it was amazing.

I am happy to say though, I am very glad I did not have to go plastic baggie huntin' to use as a makeshift casket for any furry friend. Thank God! It is really sad when 5 little rodents cause one more stress and worry that anything else you can possibly dream of.

Yay for Life! The Gerbils Suvived!

3 Beers to the Wind....

Nashville was AMAZING!

Awesome Friends!
Fantastic Family!
Wet Beer!

Who could have asked for more! It was great and seeing the girls made it even better! However, I have become a very CHEAP date! 3 Beers and I was toast! (Or toasted that is....loopy) Thank god for big cities and taxi drivers (even if he did get us lost, or rather we got him lost.....).

Spring Break has ended -- and even if mine was really only a few days long. I feel refreshed, relaxed, and ready to take on the last part of school until Summer knocks on my doorstep!

Yay for Nashville! Yay for Beer!

The Dreaded Graduate Thesis is Almost Complete.....
The End of Spring Break is Drawing Nearer....
My Mom and My Aunt Arrived Safely.....

On to NASHVILLE! Yay!!

For the next 2 days, I finally get my BREAK!!

Shopping, Family, and Exciting Nightlife with old friends....BRING IT ON!!

I guess I got Ugly....

Carrie: Teal, do you know who's ugly black and white horse is out there?
Me: Yeah, It's mine, he came in last night
Carrie: Oh.....

The Feeling that Makes you Go Oooh...

Yesterday was a neat day. Instead of working on my dreaded graduate thesis, I made phone calls, appointments, and did "other" non-school related things. What should have been a working day, turned into everything but working day!

After being exhaused from all my errands, I decided I needed some "Barn" time. To us country girls, and in laymans terms -- I needed some quality time with my horse. To mothers -- this would equal out to shopping time without the kids, to most men this would equal out to fishing and a case of beer, to me -- it is just time for me and my pony! Love it!

At the barn I proceeded to finish chores before I saddled up and had a good ride, but not amazing--just good. It was satisfactory and I got some things accomplished. Following that, I felt in the mood to spiffy up my munchkin (seeing as the mom was coming down tomorrow...) So I got out the clippers and got rid of all the unsightly wiskers and unwanted hair on our face, ears, and legs. We looked georgeous -- her all hairless and me COVERED in her pokey yellow hair! We were quite a team!

Then I decided that my DIRTY yella horse, needed bath and seeing as it was 6pm and still 70 something degrees outside -- we went for it! The only problem with giving a cold water bath to a horse is that feeling you get when you are up there scrubbing the soap and dirt out from their high neck and back and you feel the water from the hose run down your entended arm right on down to your armpit. It is a feeling that makes you shrink up like a little old lady hunkered down and makes you go "oooh". Just about any horse person can verify and relate this odd feeling.

Anyway, by 7:30 in the evening she was clean, I was gross, and and we were both ready for dinner. Hers of course came first, mine later, but the day overall proved to be very productive....even if it wasn't "school" productive.

Dog Balls and Girl Talk...

While staying at my old home this past week with my girlfriends, I am happy to annouce that I have had my fill of "girl talk" for the year. We spent the entire evening cooking dinner, drinking beer, and engaging in friendly social gossip. As all girls should I guess...(I am not your typical social, gossip, make-up, and all things girlie kind of girl -- but I did quite enjoy it!)

Upon our social discussions of those "other girls" whom are engaged, making horrible mistakes, and nasty relationships....and our gossip and womanly insights into men in general, our future lives, and our constant battles within ourselves we were able to come together (3 girls all very different...) and laugh, discuss, and gossip. (yeah even me, I have always been a pro at gossip)

Within our social gossip we got a little sidetracked.....

ED: "Oh my god, he has giant balls"
Me: "Tell me about it, they are almost distracting .. not used to seeing em' so big!"
ED: "You know, they are almost man-like"
All of US: "That's kinda disgusting!"
~~We all look again~~
Me: "You know, they are pretty similar to mans......"

I felt bad for poor Max (the georgeous and very well endowed chocolate lab) gracefuly modeling his package for us girls (not intentionally I am sure, but when they are that big, you just cannot help it) in the spacious living room of his home. It is not often that I get the chance to gaze at a large dog, little alone a large dog with massive testicles. It was very distracting. I am sure if it were a real man, I would feel very self-conscious about my staring, but this social, friendly, and inevitablly well-endowed canine I am sure was flaunting his stuff with a big canine smile inside.

Upon our discussion of Max's manhood, we totally brought on our next discussion of who Max's future bitches were going to be. Very canine discussion, but apparently those large manly testis will be producing new generation of little Max's soon. We eagerly await their arrival.

Ironically, this totally random thought made me think. Typically when a man talks about getting laid they get that sparkle in their eye and a shit-eating grin on their face. Even when they are talking with their "boys." But mention a dog getting some -- Max's reponse, lick himself, scratch behind his ear, plop down and go back to sleep... I love it!!

Bringing Sexy Back!

If you hadn't remembered,

1. I am a weightwatcher
2. I am successfully changing my lifestyle to live healthier and happier!

On a personal note, 2 weeks ago I spent the week entertaining campus guests and enjoying some "me" time. (Me time -- A very important part of my week that allows me to kick back, cut loose, or just celebrate! -- Every girl needs one!) This week involved a lot of eating out, drinking, and "me time" at the Texas Roadhouse (See "Death by Steakhouse" post). While that week was not so hot for my bod on its' way to a fabulous transition (my own version of "bringin' sexy back"), I am back on track this week and these wagon wheels are rolling.

Feeling guilty for the Steak night - I was owned by the gym that weekend. This week I just wanted to do better. Eat out less and cook more. Staying at my old apartment this week was great for that. Last night I cooked a GREAT chicken dinner for 5! It was so good to cook again!!

Anyways -- this past week the pounds flew off ~~ 6.6 POUNDS to be exact! It was amazing! To date, I have lost my 10% of my body weight in roughly 10 weeks and look forward to the next 10!

In fascination with my transformation ~~ Justin wants to add his 2 cents...

"I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys watch while I attack
If that's your girl you better watch your back
Cause she'll burn it up for me and that's a fact"


"Dirty babe
You see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way"

Hmm... looking forward to this one!

Gerbil Watch -- Day 5

Today the Gerbil family was bright eyed and bushytailed (as bushy as a rat tail can be..) this moringing as I fed them their fruit loops look alike food substance and gave them fresh water.

I am pretty sure they must like me now. As I stuck in my hand to remove all the junk from the feed dish and replace it with good new food, miss Ginger -- momma gerbil -- came dashing out like a rocket! Followed by the rest of the family.

The wheel was still a running last night, but essentially I managed a few hours of sleep. By 3am, the gerbil family must have been exhausted from their marathon too. They all went to bed -- FINALLY!

The Gerbil Family -- Introductions!

Hello Everyone! While I lay awake at night listening to my gerbil family run their marathon I have decided that I should probably keep you all posted as to their exciting stay with me....

Let me introduce the Heintel Gerbil Family
- Ginger -- the geriatric mom
- Ebony -- the geriatric dad
- 3 Babies -- not bestowed names yet (I think there is 1 male and 2 females)

Let me remind you that I was informed that both Ebony and Ginger were geriatric and should they DIE, they are to be tossed out in the trash and forgotten... (Do people really send their kids to the babysitters with such emotion??)

"Here Babysitter, Little Johnny has been sick this week, if he happens to die, please just dig him a hole and try to forget the stench of his rotting body, thanks!"

Anyway,

I am proud to announce that it is day 4 and the gerbil family is ALIVE, happy, fed and watered, and running their marathons every night! I wonder as time goes by if I will ever NOT hear them running their marathon so that I can fit in just 4 hours of sleep -- maybe just one night of sleep -- PLEASE!!

Arthritis at 20?

Can it be possible to develop arthritis in ones hands over a 3 day period? I am sure it may be possible to develop this problem and I am sure I am just whining, but for what else would my blog be good for if not for me to whine?

So I shall continue... As I have revealed it is SPRING BREAK and no I am not in Panama or somewhere with a beach, but taking care of lots of fuzzy critters while others get to play one the beach. Over the past 3 days I cleaned stalls of my fuzzy friends without complaining, until now.

I swear my hands are screaming in protest. My already present "manly" callouses are larger than ever before and rough (Just shows you how hard working I am right?) and they hurt! Not like "I am gonna keel over with pain or die" kind of hurt, but a burning sensation that I am not looking forward to over the next week.

To top it off, not only are my hands hurting, but also my knees and thighs? Hello, I am either aging really fast or my body is literally breaking down. I guess the aging thing could be possible. This 20 something chicky has been referred to as "mom" a time or two (Not a good thing for them, I went straight to looking for sharp objects after those comments....), but still at 20 something to feel like this is ridiculous!

It will all pay off though! I got 2 new show outfits for this spring and I am gonna be SMOKIN' HOT in em'!! (I am pretty sure I already told you that, but too bad! I am excited!)

Hello Visitors -- The Wheel is Closed at Midnight!

It is Spring Break! Yeah! While all the students are at home, drinking on a beach, or at least sleeping in their own bed, I am still on campus babysitting a variety of horses, cats, and an entire family of gerbils -- but getting paid for it I promise you! (Which is a good thing because I just totally bought two new horse show outfits for this spring!)

While I have no problem with the ponies, and not being a cat lady I can even handle the kitties, but the gerbil family -- while very cute, is extremely annoying at night when you are expecting to sleep and they are having an all night marathon on their wheel.

I drift off into sleep and the marathon begins .... First ebony, then baby 2, then ginger, then babies 1 and 3, -- ALL NIGHT LONG! Their mommy said if they get annoying to remove the wheel at night, but then I feel like I am ruining their lively hood and daily cardio exercise. Not to mention that mom and dad gerbil are geriatric and have lived already well passed their life expectancy. If I remove their wheel they will probably have a heart attack.

(Not to mention their mom put the fear of god in me when she left me instructions for their care it was very simple...

"Their names are....
Check their feed and water, only give em' a little if they need it...
Oh, and the old 2 are geriatric and if they happen to DIE put them in a plastic sandwich bag and throw them away....." (What a Life huh?)

I can only imagine having to dispose of a poor geriatic gerbil. Not my idea of a happy moment. But we are however, going to have to work out some sort of arrangent for my sleeping time. ie...the wheel closes at midnight!

Winter Clothes -- Meet your Summer Home.

Today was amazing,

While there was wind and a slight chill the sun manages to pop through and offer warmth and a very pleasant day for the beginning of SPRING BREAK! While all the other students packe dup their things to head to Panama, Florida, another wild spring break locations, or plain ole' home, I spent my day work, the gym, the barn, and my final evening in my dorm room for a whole week.

This week, I will face a gruesome chalenge -- to pump out a brilliant and scientific sounding three chapters to a thesis I have had forever to work on, but through stress, frustration, and lack of support, I have accomplished very little. I am determined to finish this masterpiece before Thursday when my aunt and mom arrive for a week of pure enjoyment and relaxation! (And trust me, by thursday I will be ready for some R&R!)

Us hot ladies have a week planned for some excitement in Nashville, playdays in Kentucky and surrounding areas, as well as lots of girlie things I am sure I will get dragged into participating in.....BUT IT IS TOTALLY WORTH IT! I haven't been home in months and am a little homesick -- they are bringing home to me!

Tomorrow, hell begins...But by Thursday there will happy days and relaxation ahead!

The Pillow Parter...

While in school I have gotten very attached to my "snuggle buddy" that is my pillow. In all reality, it is the perfect fit. It doesn't talk back, if I want to converse -- it will listen, it is always there!, and by god, there is no disgusting chest hair or bad breath in the morning.....

My buddy the pillow has always been an amazing partner. While I still agree it is just a pillow, it has been amazing for those lonely nights, chilly nights, or just plain ole' boring nights.

I am sure there are many who snuggle with their pillow partner, but lately I have come the realization that I am only snuggling with my amazing pillow because I am too chickenshit to end an old flame that just no longer burns. Had I the balls, there would be a warm body that really radiates heat to keep me content and snuggly, and not the green and white striped pillow I have developed this relationship with over these past few months....

The balls, where do I develop these??

A Recipe for Fun!

1. Take a University Van
2. Fill Van with Female Boss, 2 Female Interns, and 6 Hungry Agriculture Boys
3. Travel 45 minutes to nearby town and particpate in annual FOOD FAIR -- taste testing a variety of EXCELLENT food for free -- all day long!
4. After food fair hit up some glitsy consignment shop
5. Full Bellies, On drive home snooze....

Now imagine....

Upon drive there is a combination of manly body functions, manly jokes, and desciptions, as well as the extreme humor of listening to the driver attempt to sing obscenly.

While there, I got to sample catfish, petite' quiche, variety of desserts, fried foods galore (not a one did I sample...), steaks galore, and a variety of sweet teas. It was amazing! The best part was the petite' quiche which made my mouth water with every bite and this crazy guy that let me shoot nerf guns for free stuff and an apron. He totally had the crazy einstein wig and hit us up with pop rocks....way cool

Drive home, everyone snoozed and was quiet.

Best Part,

Got Paid for the ENTIRE Day of Taste testing and laughed so hard I nearly peed my pants and cried all too much I was laughing so hard. I am sure the calories I burned off laughing completely made up for all the calories I tested today-- HAH!

Dear....

Dear House, M.D.

I totally miss you on Tuesday nights. You are my entertainment, curiousity, and weekly fill of surgery, blood, and medical mysteries. I would much rather watch you than bad performatnced on American Idol. Please tell your producers to put you back on Tuesdays ASAP. I miss you!

The Gene For Tan -- MIA!

I have declared SPRING is finally here! The landscapers have mowed 2 weeks in a row now, the grass is getting greener, the daffodils are in full bloom, the leaves on the trees are starting to look green and not nubby. Oh, not to mention the 75 degree weather lately! LOVIN' IT!!

While spring has arrived, the mentality of spring and the future events that come with it are here too -- ie: SPRING BREAK! With this begins the full range of motion from every girl on campus. You now have to fight them tooth and nail for a machine at the gym, the stores are busier supplying them with cute short shorts and tank tops, and the tanning salons are BUSY!!

I have sat down with my fellow girlfriends at work and every day they look darker and darker, with that healthy tanned glow that "those" girls can get. Where the hell is my tan?? Well, I can tell you exactly where it is -- not in my gene pool!

I have tried the beds -- gettin neked', saturating my skin with tanning lotion, feeling the "I'm laying on the beach" sensation for the whole 3 minutes (needless to say -- I fry!) -- In the end, it just don't work. For all the time and money I waste even trying to get tan -- No result do I see!

You know those girls that can look at sunshine and instantly tan -- totally jealous!
And the ones who tan all over so perfectly they look like models -- totally jealous again!

But then the real though process come into play --

I bet they have to a do a TON more groming of their entire body before they goout into public! Me, (yeah, the chicken white one)I have never liked my legs and enjoy wearing my jeans everywhere. So I will continue to do so. I also know that very few get to enjoy my mild famers tan I manage to get ahold of this spring/summer up close and personal (they should feel very priveledged). In all the time and money I would spend even trying to get tan -- I will spend that money on whatever the hell I want -- Cause I can!

While I love my bleach blond and tanned girlfriends, I love being the oddball chicken white one -- My uniqueness is Glory!

Why the Trees are Continuing to Disappear -- A New View...

During the roomie and I's late night half asleep conversations we touch on some pretty wierd and deep conversations. I also have to admit that I have a bad habit of eavesdropping which brought me to this post.

The other evening the roomie was on the phone with her "greek god" when they happened to stumble upon the stangest of all conversations -- The Great Toilet Paper Dabate.

Apparently, there are people in this world who enjoy "padding" their rear end with TP. So much in fact, that they clog the porcelain goddess if they flush the wadding down, therefore they deposit the used padding into the garbage can.

1st thought: Disgusting!
2nd thought: For goodness sakes, save a tree!
3rd thought: Pansy! Don't wanna get a little dirty huh?
4th thought: Is this for real??

Have you ever really taken stock on the amount of TP you use? Is it really so bad that you need to dispose of the used TP in a garbage can? Kinda concerned for the rain forest here....

Oh and get this, more and more paper these days is recycled...what happens when that garbage can TP ends up recycled and back on someone elses rear end?? Ha! That is too funny! Picturing it now~

Furthermore, on a environmental kick, think and reduce your TP use this week!

Save a tree!

Conversations....

Roomie: "Good morning! Have a GREAT Shower!"
Me: Peering through the half open bathroom door -- "The shower and I have an intimate relationship, I always have a great shower!"

Death by Steakouse....

Ok, so I am on a total health kick right now.

It is spring -- I'm on a manhunt!
It is time for swimming, sun, and cute clothes -- I wanna look HOT or AMAZING! (Haven't decided which one yet...)
It is totally time to flash some skin without being called a tramp -- I wanna do so with class!

Therefore, I have joined back up with old trusty -- Weightwatchers. I joined old trusty years ago and got SMOKIN HOT! Then the boyfriend dumped me because of all the attention I was getting (enter heartbreak!) and VIOLA -- Enter drastic weight increase! ASSHOLE! No really, it's my fault and his -- but thats another blog....

Anyway, the pounds have been shedding and so far this week was great! Upon my roomie and I having a sucessful week we had fried pickles, and entertained days later to have a few more fried pickles, and we were so good all that week til' Firday. We planned an amazing shopping trip to find her a stunning sorority formal gown (the greeks are also another blog...). Anyway, joining us on our girlie outing was of course...the greek boyfriend!

Shopping was AMAZING! I LOVE spending other peoples money -- I DON'T Shop for me...ha! And, we managed to conclude shopping in under an hour -- EVEN BETTER! Then came the discussion of dinner and us weakling girls gave in to the boyfriend and succombed to his idea and manly suggestion of "Texas Roadhouse."
Not only is this place my favorite steakhouse to eat at EVER, the words not more than came out of his mouth as a suggestion and my mind instantly started envisioning a tasty hunk of meat, loaded sweet potato with caramel and marshmallows, blooming onion, and BREAD...oh the BREAD!)

So I went in to the sweet bloody steak smelling establishment dead set on having a salad and loving every bite of it. I had fried pickles this week -- I did not need steak. I kept looking at the menu, there were a whole 4 salalds to choose from and NONE looked very intriguing. Who only keeps 4 bloody salads on the menu, where dear god was the variety! I'll tell you where the variety went, the variety all went into the steaks!!!! (The steaks got an entire page on the menu, the salads -- 1/18th -- imagine that!)

Then, the greek god did the unspeakable, ordered an entire blooming onion for himself! Full well knowing that both of his dates tonight were being "health conscious!" And knowing we would all dive in!!

Then the waitress arrived -- I CAVED, but was kinda good... I ordered steak (my mind still watering with the thought -- I hadn't savored real beef in MONTHS!!) with a SALAD and Vegetables (Yeah Me!)

You know full well what happened --

The BREAD Came......
The Damned Blooming onion came and stared right at me........
The Steak Arrived with my saute'd mushrooms......
I ate my salad, but it was sooo not my fault that the vegetables were disgusting! They remained on my plate. That is about all that remained.....enter me wishing I'd ordered that loaded sweet potato....

The greek god -- Oh he savored his dinner, the roomie was good with her grilled shrimp kabobs (bitch), and I savored every bite of my steak dinner knowing that I was the gym's new bitch this weekend -- ALL WEEKEND LONG!

Needless to say, the greek god will no longer suggest the dinner location when outnumbered by the two hot dates he travels with! And he will soon learn our new favorite phrase, a phrase he will hear a lot from now on -- "Chuck, NO!" and probably followed by "because we said so!"

Dear....

Dear Grey's Anatomy,

I don't think you realize it, but I re-arrange my ENTIRE day in preparation for the thrills and drama you will present this evening. I will not allow this "re-run" thing to go on any longer -- it is ruining my entire evening watching the old drama -- I NEED to know what is going on with Meredith (my fav), or George and Kali (too cute!), and please, no more of Addison and Alex -- he so needs to be with Izzie!

Please bring on the NEW!! PLEASE??

When something good comes your way...

I have felt totally insignificant over the past year. I graduated college and was so excited about being done with school and being a real adult... Well, not so much!

The idea of living life as a real adult scared the hell out of me. Apartment hunting, finding a real job, working every week 8-5 and the loss of great holidays (spring break, thanksgiving break, summer and christmas vacation --EEK!) I was just not so sure I was ready to give all that up.

Granted, the 5.15 and hour the school pays its' employees is ridiculous, but hey, I can live on it, the pony can eat, all is well! I definitely wasn't looking forward to leaving the pony for a while to get situated in the working world.

This past summer after an UNPAID internship, several failed career interviews, and completely at a loss where my life was going -- I bucked it all up and returned to graduate school. I LOVE graduate school, don't get me wrong -- but my big mistake was wanting to do research and NOT going to a graduate school that has any RESEARCH background. Any idea how hard it is to do research at a limited research school -- IT F-ING SUCKS!!

But once in a while, the sun parts from the clouds and the sunshine peeks through! I search for jobs that I would love to have and my resume just screams "they are not gonna wan't you -- what have you done?" This summer I obtained a PAID internship in Cincinnati with a GREAT and REPUTABLE company that will make my resume shine! The sun is shining full and bright if you ask me!! THANK GOODNESS!!


Yes, I will give up the pony, horse shows, and even the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS if I must. I will leave the security of home for a new place and adventure -- I am SO excited. 8 Weeks of my summer will be paid, living in an apartment in my own version of "Sex in the City" and LOVING evert minute of it! Maybe life it finally tipping my way!

Dear....

Dear you people who jam to your music so loud in the car that every inch of fiberglass shakes....

I know you think it is COOL and that everyone is looking at your hot car and you in envy, but really we are all thinking -- "Hey deaf dumbass, turn that shit down you loser!"

Really, we are!

Fried Pickles Anyone?

I have never been a pickle person! As I get older -- I have developed tolerances for food I would never eat as a child (tomatoes, potato salad, okra, and even baked beans...). In tolerance I mean that, alone -- these foods would never be allowed to grace my tastebuds, but mixed with other foods -- they are tolerable and add unique flavor.

Today, as our reward for being "health conscious", the roomie and I sat down to dinner at our local sports bar for dinner. For some strange reason, we were craving fried pickles.

STEP ONE: Order Fried Pickles

STEP TWO: Trying to be health conscious (Dipped Fried Pickles in Light Ranch Dressing) Savor all of the Fried Pickles!

STEP THREE: Oh my God, These are AMAZING!

STEP FOUR: Begin Planning for next weeks fried pickles date!!

Who would have aver thought this northern country girl would appreciate:FRIED PICKLES!

Dear....

Dear Cleaning Crew,

I think you are confused. You clean this building at noon, not 8am. I took these morning hours so I could study and relax in peace and quiet. Please take your vaccuums, cleaning chemicals, and distractions back to some other building.

Does it really matter?

Years ago, I too was guilty -- The Age Game. I thought it mattered.

I was young and dating a younger man. (Well, can we really call ourselves men and women as a teen?) Neverthemind -- the age thing was an issue. All my thoughts on intimacy and life were based on those numbers. How foolish I was. I left a perfectly amazing relationship because of a number (this is where I feel that pain of the kick in the ass I just gave myself coming on...)

Today, in this college world I live in, couples are getting engaged, married, and commonly date others that are older or younger than they are without care -- including myself. It took a while for me to realize that age is just a number -- it does not define who we are.

My roommate came in today complaining about a couple who was "young" and newly engaged after dating only a year. She too -- plays the age game (but she too -- is still young). It got me to thinking -- when truly does age matter when talking relationships, and who are we to judge others by their numbers?

To combat the numbers thought -- my mother always told me that you will never spend the rest of your life with that FIRST love. It rarely happens and every woman should expirience a broken heart before they can appreciate true love. I will agree -- this is probably 99.9% True (including myself) -- but more than a year ago I was a bridesmaid for my good friend who married her first and true love. It is possible -- and can happen.

So who are we to declare or substantiate how long a couple should date, who they marry, or how old they should be when they date --

The real statement here is this: Age is just a number, it does not determine who we are or what we will become. The numbers do not declare an appropriate time to date, live, or mature. What really matters is what's inside -- and that is all that matters!

(Boy I Sound Really Old Today.....)

The Departed -- Movie Review

After watching the Oscar Awards the other evening and seeing Martin Scorsese reap up the golden statues, I had to see what all the fuss was about. "The Departed" -- what seemed a very typical good cop/bad cop kind of film was all but that! It may have been a little slow to start -- but it was all worth it. I do not intend to give the entire movie away -- but by the end of the film my thought process was...

Good Guy Gone, ok new good guy...
Oh yeah, bad guy is gone -- what about the other bad guy...
Bang....Bang....Bang...
Uhhh....Ohhh...SHIT!

Truly awesome movie! Check it out!

Dear...

Dear Creators of the Handheld Blackberry,

This little machine I am sure is helpful to some all important techie out there, but it is a pain in the ass having to punch numbers with a tiny little wannabe pen like thing you call a "stylus." And writing sentances, Oh please kill me! What were you thinking?