Did you know there is a breed of goat known as the "fainting goat?"
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Friday, May 30, 2003
Did you know there is a breed of goat known as the "fainting goat?"
So, maybe you are wondering about all the Montuak talk. The reason so many stories are coming to mind is that it is that time of the year. July is coming and with it comes my vacation. One I am very much looking forward to. Especially this year because it may well be one of my last for a while. That is, if I get accepted to school. If not maybe I'll join the peacecorp. Then it will be my last one for a while as well. Who really knows what will happen? I sure don't. I wish they would get cracking though. I need to know what is going on next year. I need to get financial aid, and a place to live. I need to plan! I need to know that my life is going SOMEWHERE.
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Thursday, May 29, 2003
Snake!
Continuing on the week's theme, I must tell you of the time when my mom and I made complete fool's of ourselves in public. You need small line to fish in Montuak. If the fish can see your line they won't bite. In florida it is impossible to buy a pole strung with anywhere near the correct line. So we had to go to the lodge to have our poles restrung. As we're walking (me carrying two poles and my mom with the other) we come upon a snake. We freak our immediately. The snake can't decide which way to run, we've surrounded it. And of course, it is scared of us. It first slithers away from me who, instead of running away, is jumping up and down while continually squealing like the girl that I am. Then it slithers toward my mom who runs and screams every time the snake comes our way. We both knew immediately that the snake wasn't going to hurt us. It was just a black snake (a big one). Right before we both regained control of ourselves, a couple men ran around the only telephone booth in the place clearly set on saving us. By the time they got to where they could see the problem my mom and I had dissolved in o laughter, and continued to laugh, hard, so hard in fact that we couldn't tell the guy at the lodge what we wanted because we were laughing.
Continuing on the week's theme, I must tell you of the time when my mom and I made complete fool's of ourselves in public. You need small line to fish in Montuak. If the fish can see your line they won't bite. In florida it is impossible to buy a pole strung with anywhere near the correct line. So we had to go to the lodge to have our poles restrung. As we're walking (me carrying two poles and my mom with the other) we come upon a snake. We freak our immediately. The snake can't decide which way to run, we've surrounded it. And of course, it is scared of us. It first slithers away from me who, instead of running away, is jumping up and down while continually squealing like the girl that I am. Then it slithers toward my mom who runs and screams every time the snake comes our way. We both knew immediately that the snake wasn't going to hurt us. It was just a black snake (a big one). Right before we both regained control of ourselves, a couple men ran around the only telephone booth in the place clearly set on saving us. By the time they got to where they could see the problem my mom and I had dissolved in o laughter, and continued to laugh, hard, so hard in fact that we couldn't tell the guy at the lodge what we wanted because we were laughing.
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Sloppy Joe's
About a year ago I had a completely different view of the world. Do you remember sloppy joe's from school. As if cafeteria food wasn't normally bad enough, they put some kind of meat slop onto a bun and called it lunch. School lunches are sooo gross. So until last summer that is the view I had of all sloppy joe's. They were gross and I wanted nothing to do with them. Then we went to Montauk (have you picked up the week's theme yet?). As usual we were a large group, but least year we were expanding. One of the new families was assigned to make dinner one night, for ALL of us. Normally it's a group effort, where there are several dishes that get made by several different people. But they had to do the whole meal. I couldn't imagine what they were going to do. They came up with Sloppy Joe's. I wasn't exactly excited, but I figured it would be okay. To my surprise they turned out absolutely wonderful. I am now a huge fan of Sloppy Joe's. I even make them myself occasionally. Who knew Sloppy Joe's could be earth-shattering? Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating. But I was impressed.
About a year ago I had a completely different view of the world. Do you remember sloppy joe's from school. As if cafeteria food wasn't normally bad enough, they put some kind of meat slop onto a bun and called it lunch. School lunches are sooo gross. So until last summer that is the view I had of all sloppy joe's. They were gross and I wanted nothing to do with them. Then we went to Montauk (have you picked up the week's theme yet?). As usual we were a large group, but least year we were expanding. One of the new families was assigned to make dinner one night, for ALL of us. Normally it's a group effort, where there are several dishes that get made by several different people. But they had to do the whole meal. I couldn't imagine what they were going to do. They came up with Sloppy Joe's. I wasn't exactly excited, but I figured it would be okay. To my surprise they turned out absolutely wonderful. I am now a huge fan of Sloppy Joe's. I even make them myself occasionally. Who knew Sloppy Joe's could be earth-shattering? Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating. But I was impressed.
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Wednesday, May 28, 2003
The Point
So, another thing that is a tradition when we go to Montauk is that one day a canoe trip is planned. The first year I thought it would be a good idea to go canoeing. Everyone seemed to have enjoyed it on previous years. We were excited. Because of the numbers it ended up that the three of us, my mom, my sister, and I, would be in one canoe. My mom used to go to the current river as a kid. She canoed often. I had never canoed before but it sounded fun. A couple weeks before the vacation my sister had gone on her first canoe trip with a snorkel camp. She was a pro. We started out with my sister in the front, and me in the back paddling, with my mom in the middle. My sister desperately wanted to be in the back, but the lighter person should always be in the front, and her being lighter she had to be in the front. Ever heard of a front seat driver? For the very short time I spent paddling she continually screamed at me about how I was doing it wrong, though she couldn't see without completely turning around (I'm sure that's a good paddling technique there). So it didn't take me long to give up. I turned over the controls to my mom (the one with actual experience on this river, which in my opinion is the closest thing you can get to white water canoeing, without it actaully being white water canoeing). I was in the middle. I don't think I actually paddled for more than 20 minutes or so. You would think that since it was well known that my mom had canoed those waters as a kid my sister would stop yelling and the ride would continue peacefully. Nope. Still yelling about the wrongness of the paddling. I should now explain that I have a problem with yelling. Verbal sparring is one thing, but I do not deal well with actual confrontation. Whether the confrontation is with me, or simply around me. So I'm not really having the greatest time. I should also explain that we as a canoeing whole weren't very good. Even at our best we weren't very good at controlling the stupid canoe. Do you know how cold the Current River is even in the summer? Trust me when I say it is loose-your-breath frigid. The people on the river were very nice. People that had previously tipped over and were now taking a break on the bank always rushed out to help us grab our canoe and paddles when we tipped over. We tipped over and were then propelled by the current into a tree only once. My mom only got one huge bruise on her thigh from it. However, we tipped over more than once, and got the distinction of tipping over more times than anyone else in our group. Did I mention there are a lot of us. I think the most memorable portion of the trip though was when we almost severed a man's leg with our canoe. You see, on one of the bends in the river a canoe got caught up and a passing canoer, also got stuck (I think he was trying to help the first guy). We, being the great canoers we were, simply floated head on into them. We ended up in a stack, our canoe on bottom, his in the middle, the other on top, with the guy's leg stuck between two of the canoe's (I remember the guy was wearing american flag trunks, it was July 4). We saw him further down the river, he seemed to take the whole thing fairly well, he even made a crack about our canoeing ability. So, I suppose the ordeal could have been worse, we could have tipped over AND almost removed his leg.
This is the reason I no longer canoe. Beware, my sister still does. If you are ever on the Current River around the 4th of July and hear someone yelling about improper canoeing technique, look out, that's my sister.
So, another thing that is a tradition when we go to Montauk is that one day a canoe trip is planned. The first year I thought it would be a good idea to go canoeing. Everyone seemed to have enjoyed it on previous years. We were excited. Because of the numbers it ended up that the three of us, my mom, my sister, and I, would be in one canoe. My mom used to go to the current river as a kid. She canoed often. I had never canoed before but it sounded fun. A couple weeks before the vacation my sister had gone on her first canoe trip with a snorkel camp. She was a pro. We started out with my sister in the front, and me in the back paddling, with my mom in the middle. My sister desperately wanted to be in the back, but the lighter person should always be in the front, and her being lighter she had to be in the front. Ever heard of a front seat driver? For the very short time I spent paddling she continually screamed at me about how I was doing it wrong, though she couldn't see without completely turning around (I'm sure that's a good paddling technique there). So it didn't take me long to give up. I turned over the controls to my mom (the one with actual experience on this river, which in my opinion is the closest thing you can get to white water canoeing, without it actaully being white water canoeing). I was in the middle. I don't think I actually paddled for more than 20 minutes or so. You would think that since it was well known that my mom had canoed those waters as a kid my sister would stop yelling and the ride would continue peacefully. Nope. Still yelling about the wrongness of the paddling. I should now explain that I have a problem with yelling. Verbal sparring is one thing, but I do not deal well with actual confrontation. Whether the confrontation is with me, or simply around me. So I'm not really having the greatest time. I should also explain that we as a canoeing whole weren't very good. Even at our best we weren't very good at controlling the stupid canoe. Do you know how cold the Current River is even in the summer? Trust me when I say it is loose-your-breath frigid. The people on the river were very nice. People that had previously tipped over and were now taking a break on the bank always rushed out to help us grab our canoe and paddles when we tipped over. We tipped over and were then propelled by the current into a tree only once. My mom only got one huge bruise on her thigh from it. However, we tipped over more than once, and got the distinction of tipping over more times than anyone else in our group. Did I mention there are a lot of us. I think the most memorable portion of the trip though was when we almost severed a man's leg with our canoe. You see, on one of the bends in the river a canoe got caught up and a passing canoer, also got stuck (I think he was trying to help the first guy). We, being the great canoers we were, simply floated head on into them. We ended up in a stack, our canoe on bottom, his in the middle, the other on top, with the guy's leg stuck between two of the canoe's (I remember the guy was wearing american flag trunks, it was July 4). We saw him further down the river, he seemed to take the whole thing fairly well, he even made a crack about our canoeing ability. So, I suppose the ordeal could have been worse, we could have tipped over AND almost removed his leg.
This is the reason I no longer canoe. Beware, my sister still does. If you are ever on the Current River around the 4th of July and hear someone yelling about improper canoeing technique, look out, that's my sister.
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Tuesday, May 27, 2003
First I have to complain. Has anyone else noticed that livejournal pages only load about half the time? It makes me really mad to sit around waiting for a page to load and then have it tell me the page can't be displayed.
Okay, onward and upwards.
I just read a friends lj post and she was talking about wanting to go camping and canoeing. I don't like either.
Now, I'm going to take Mo's advice and tell you a story from my past.
About five years ago we made it a family tradition of sorts to go to Montauk Missouri every summer. We stay in cabins--we don't camp--the cabins have electricity, and running water. They do not have television or phones. It's down in the hills, so you can't get a radio station, and cell phones don't work. We spend about 5 days there. During those five days we are pretty cut off from the world. Aside from occasional trips to town for massive amounts of food we don't get any world news. The world could practically end and we wouldn't know it until we left. I should mention that we actually do need massive amounts of food, there are a LOT of us. One of the things my immediate family and I enjoy about these trips are the food. On the way up and back down we try to stop at Cracker Barrell's to eat. But even the great Cracker Barrell food pales in comparison to Montauk food. We are talking the best sausage gravy, fried potatoes, fried fish, potato salad, cobblers, etc... in the world. Another thing we look forward to is the relaxation. It's nice to not HAVE to do anything. But when I say that I should also mention that there is a horn that blows at 6:30 every morning to tell people that it's okay to start fishing. And we do have a lot of fisher people. So while some are fishing, others are making breakfast. Normally I help out with the breakfast. I don't have much patience fishing there after fishing in the gulf (where fish practically jump on the line screaming, "Catch me!") plus in order to get a good fishing spot you have to wake up at like 5:00 and get down to the river. I think 6:30 is bad enough, and I never thought it was a good idea to stand shoulder to shoulder with strangers who are flinging hooks wildly in the air. So there is work to be done, the fish don't clean themselves, the meals don't cook themselves etc... But it's not like work, work. The days there are longer. Even though we get up at 5:00am or so, we often don't make it to bed until past midnight, and while we are tired from the hours we keep, people seldom get cranky about it. It's a really amazing phenomenon.
Well that's all for today. Maybe tomorrow I will get to the point that I thought I was going to get to today.
Okay, onward and upwards.
I just read a friends lj post and she was talking about wanting to go camping and canoeing. I don't like either.
Now, I'm going to take Mo's advice and tell you a story from my past.
About five years ago we made it a family tradition of sorts to go to Montauk Missouri every summer. We stay in cabins--we don't camp--the cabins have electricity, and running water. They do not have television or phones. It's down in the hills, so you can't get a radio station, and cell phones don't work. We spend about 5 days there. During those five days we are pretty cut off from the world. Aside from occasional trips to town for massive amounts of food we don't get any world news. The world could practically end and we wouldn't know it until we left. I should mention that we actually do need massive amounts of food, there are a LOT of us. One of the things my immediate family and I enjoy about these trips are the food. On the way up and back down we try to stop at Cracker Barrell's to eat. But even the great Cracker Barrell food pales in comparison to Montauk food. We are talking the best sausage gravy, fried potatoes, fried fish, potato salad, cobblers, etc... in the world. Another thing we look forward to is the relaxation. It's nice to not HAVE to do anything. But when I say that I should also mention that there is a horn that blows at 6:30 every morning to tell people that it's okay to start fishing. And we do have a lot of fisher people. So while some are fishing, others are making breakfast. Normally I help out with the breakfast. I don't have much patience fishing there after fishing in the gulf (where fish practically jump on the line screaming, "Catch me!") plus in order to get a good fishing spot you have to wake up at like 5:00 and get down to the river. I think 6:30 is bad enough, and I never thought it was a good idea to stand shoulder to shoulder with strangers who are flinging hooks wildly in the air. So there is work to be done, the fish don't clean themselves, the meals don't cook themselves etc... But it's not like work, work. The days there are longer. Even though we get up at 5:00am or so, we often don't make it to bed until past midnight, and while we are tired from the hours we keep, people seldom get cranky about it. It's a really amazing phenomenon.
Well that's all for today. Maybe tomorrow I will get to the point that I thought I was going to get to today.
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Monday, May 26, 2003
So, I've looked all over the internet for a free image hosting service. None of my current data storage places will let me steal bandwidth so that I can post a picture to this page. Not geocities, or webshots, or my yahoo briefcase. I thought that I found one that would work, but judging from my last post I was apparently wrong. The site says that it will support 10 views per day. And I figured since I don't have that many readers, 10 would be okay. The problem is the picture only showed up once. So I figure there are two possible causes for my problem. 1) I have WAY more visitors than I thought I did. 2) They lied to me. I don't know.
So, needless to say, I am still looking for free image hosting.
So, needless to say, I am still looking for free image hosting.
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Saturday, May 24, 2003
Monday, May 19, 2003
It's been a few days since I've last posted. I actually have nothing to say. I was going to post about something earlier but got side tracked and have since forgotten. I think this summer will be slow posting-wise, because with the slow internet connection I really am not motivated enough to do all the internet things I used to do, including blogging. I just get so bored sitting and waiting for pages to load. I am spoiled, and want some high speed internet. Alas, it is still very expensive here. Also, since I am now in Citrus county, less things happen, and there is therefore less to talk about. So I predict a slow summer.
Oh, and Salam Pax posted again. There are lots of pictures, but I haven't been able to get them to load yet. I will keep trying because I am very interested to see what things look like over there.
Oh, and Salam Pax posted again. There are lots of pictures, but I haven't been able to get them to load yet. I will keep trying because I am very interested to see what things look like over there.
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Wednesday, May 14, 2003
Do you have a cup of sugar?
Across the street, the final frontier
So one of the across the street neighbors came over. He snuck up on us. Normally we know when people come to our house, we have a huge front window, and when people drive up we can normally hear it. But he got all the way to the door without us knowing it. He knocked, scared me to death, mom answered. "Do you have any feminine products?" My mom looks at him wierd. He leans in a little, "Like tampons, my girlfriend..." My mom goes, "oh, yeah" and closes the door. She goes and gets the feminine products in question. Then hands them out the door, and closes it just in time to not laugh in his face. We're still laughing about it.
Don't you think this is kinda wierd? Wouldn't any normal person just run to the store?
You're probably thinking that this couldn't possibly have happened, I'm thinking that myself and it just happened like 10 minutes ago. I told you they were wierd.
I think maybe stuff like this only happens in Homosassa.
Across the street, the final frontier
So one of the across the street neighbors came over. He snuck up on us. Normally we know when people come to our house, we have a huge front window, and when people drive up we can normally hear it. But he got all the way to the door without us knowing it. He knocked, scared me to death, mom answered. "Do you have any feminine products?" My mom looks at him wierd. He leans in a little, "Like tampons, my girlfriend..." My mom goes, "oh, yeah" and closes the door. She goes and gets the feminine products in question. Then hands them out the door, and closes it just in time to not laugh in his face. We're still laughing about it.
Don't you think this is kinda wierd? Wouldn't any normal person just run to the store?
You're probably thinking that this couldn't possibly have happened, I'm thinking that myself and it just happened like 10 minutes ago. I told you they were wierd.
I think maybe stuff like this only happens in Homosassa.
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The Drama Across the Street
On Monday a police car pulled up in front of our house. But then went to the house across the street. The police officer seemed to be trying to figure out who's story was more accurate, I don't know if he ever figured it out. Then he left, but as he did so he shocked their dog, with some wierd gun thing that I would like to have, because the dog was barking and growling at him. Then he left. I was mad because he didn't tell them they had to abide by the leash law, he just left and let that mean dog roam free. So the police officer is gone and the two guys start fighting in the yard. This goes on for a minute or two and I was like, "we have to call the police." They stopped fighting while my mom was on the phone. But the police officer had good timing and pulled up right as they went at it again. He stayed there for a very long time, only speeding away to chase one of the guys once. I still want to know what the problem was. We are very nosey we watched nearly the entire thing, through our nearly closed blinds. I don't think they know we were watching.
Our across the street neighbors worry me. None of us were happy when we found out they bought the place. They are very wierd. They like to catch you while your outside and tell stupid stories that you know aren't true. Now we're afraid to go out in our front yard for fear that they will start talking to us and we won't be able to get away, none of them seem to understand the international symbol for "I want to stop talking to you now." In their case they don't even understand what someone backing away and saying, "Well I have to go now, bye" means.
On Monday a police car pulled up in front of our house. But then went to the house across the street. The police officer seemed to be trying to figure out who's story was more accurate, I don't know if he ever figured it out. Then he left, but as he did so he shocked their dog, with some wierd gun thing that I would like to have, because the dog was barking and growling at him. Then he left. I was mad because he didn't tell them they had to abide by the leash law, he just left and let that mean dog roam free. So the police officer is gone and the two guys start fighting in the yard. This goes on for a minute or two and I was like, "we have to call the police." They stopped fighting while my mom was on the phone. But the police officer had good timing and pulled up right as they went at it again. He stayed there for a very long time, only speeding away to chase one of the guys once. I still want to know what the problem was. We are very nosey we watched nearly the entire thing, through our nearly closed blinds. I don't think they know we were watching.
Our across the street neighbors worry me. None of us were happy when we found out they bought the place. They are very wierd. They like to catch you while your outside and tell stupid stories that you know aren't true. Now we're afraid to go out in our front yard for fear that they will start talking to us and we won't be able to get away, none of them seem to understand the international symbol for "I want to stop talking to you now." In their case they don't even understand what someone backing away and saying, "Well I have to go now, bye" means.
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Monday, May 12, 2003
Yesterday was a good day. I spent the day with my mom. We went out to lunch, and then went shopping at the mall. Mom got a haircut. It looks really good. I bought new shoes. They're just like my old ones but they are silver-black instead of red. Then we went to my aunt's house and visited with her for a while. I showed off my new camera. And then we came home and mom made a fabulous dinner. You're probably asking why I didn't make dinner on Mother's day. Well there is a good reason. We had Stuffed flounder pinwheels. There is no way I could make that. I did make crabcakes from the left over stuffing. There wasn't much though so I don't think that counts. It was very good.
I've taken tons of pictures. I don't understand how this picture could come out so good, when that fan is moving at about 1000mph, and this pictureis blurry, when they were standing still for me. They were both taken with a flash, I guess it was one of those other settings that makes the difference. But I think I finally have the hand of it now.
I've taken tons of pictures. I don't understand how this picture could come out so good, when that fan is moving at about 1000mph, and this pictureis blurry, when they were standing still for me. They were both taken with a flash, I guess it was one of those other settings that makes the difference. But I think I finally have the hand of it now.
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Yipee! It's green! A BIG GIANT THANKS to M for telling me what the problem was. I really was clueless. So thank you for rescuing me.
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Sunday, May 11, 2003
Okay, if this works this should be a link to a movie with Lori and Gene discussing what they are going to do with their old chandelier, now that they got a new one. The old one was really ugly.
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Wow, it's already been a long weekend. Yesterday was Lori's wedding shower. It was supposed to be a surprise, but of course she saw all of our cars there before she got into the place. She was surprised by some of the people there that she didn't expect to have come down. She got TONS of stuff. But, it was a very long day for me (and for a few other people as well). But I got to try out my new camera. I didn't get very many good pictures. I think maybe it was the lighting, because I came home and took more pictures of my mom gardening and they came out good. Maybe it was the fluorescents, or it might have been one of the settings that I'm still trying to figure out. One of my problems was that it took so long for the picture to take, and by the time it was done the people had moved. I also got a couple movie clips. That little camera is so cool, if I can just figure out how to always get good pictures on it. So, anyway, I added some pictures to the webshots album. There is a link to my photos in the links. And now I'm just trying to figure out how to get those movie clips accessible through the internet. I'm going to work on that next.
Well, there was so much that I kept thinking I wanted to write here. But once again I have forgotten. So check out the pictures, and maybe I'll remember later.
Well, there was so much that I kept thinking I wanted to write here. But once again I have forgotten. So check out the pictures, and maybe I'll remember later.
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Friday, May 09, 2003
So, I finally bought a digital camera. Decided I was going to do it and went down to wally world and bought one. A Sony Cyber-shot p52. It's very cool, and I bought it at wal*mart for 2 reasons. 1)it's right down the road and I can have it NOW. 2) I can take it back if I don't like it. But I love it. I would have posted some of the stupid pictures that I've taken with it, but I have run the batteries dead and am waiting for them to recharge.
Tomorrow is a big day. I'll have to tell you what is going on later. Again, I don't know who is reading this. But I will take pictures and post them. Then you will see what my camera can do.
I went to Olive Garden for dinner tonight with my mom. It was excellent. We had a rather long wait, some mix-up in the kitchen, but the food was wonderful.
Tomorrow is a big day. I'll have to tell you what is going on later. Again, I don't know who is reading this. But I will take pictures and post them. Then you will see what my camera can do.
I went to Olive Garden for dinner tonight with my mom. It was excellent. We had a rather long wait, some mix-up in the kitchen, but the food was wonderful.
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Wednesday, May 07, 2003
The Return of Salam Pax
Diana Moon has updated Salam's blog. The update is all the posts Salam would have made had he been able. It is very long. So, read it when you have time.
Diana Moon has updated Salam's blog. The update is all the posts Salam would have made had he been able. It is very long. So, read it when you have time.
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Due to the Hasty removal of IA's site I have been forced to update my links from my browser's history. I had just been surfing over there and after reading his daily posts I would poke around through his links. Since I can no longer do that I suppose I will have to use my own site as a road map. I hope that I have not forgotten anyone that I wanted to link. And if you see my linkage before I have had a chance to drop by and let you know, then I'm linking you.
Also, Tab--what is your addy?
Also, Tab--what is your addy?
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Guess who got straight A's. Me! Yes, I did. Thank you, thank you, thank you very much. What a nice way to end a degree. Fabulous. I am very happy about this.
I'm also looking into digital cameras. And I'm still open to suggestions. I'm looking at a Pentax Optio 330RS. And when I get it I'm sure I will be posting pictures like crazy all over the place.
I'm also looking into digital cameras. And I'm still open to suggestions. I'm looking at a Pentax Optio 330RS. And when I get it I'm sure I will be posting pictures like crazy all over the place.
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First. Imagine that the background of this text is black (and the text is white, of course). I still can't figure out how to change them in this template.
I would like to say what a sad day it is for the blogger community. IA is retiring. From blogging, not attorneying. This is a very sad occasion and I am sad to see him go. He has asked that we take down our links. And I will I suppose...later.
I would like to say what a sad day it is for the blogger community. IA is retiring. From blogging, not attorneying. This is a very sad occasion and I am sad to see him go. He has asked that we take down our links. And I will I suppose...later.
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Tuesday, May 06, 2003
So, it's been a while since I wrote in this.
Let me recap, it won't take long.
I went to graduation. It was long, and boring, but I suppose I'm glad I did it. Now I have pictures proving that I graduated. I won't get my diploma for 6 weeks though. It's my second official day off. I have to call and see about a job. I also have to get a mother's day gift, and some other gifts, but since I'm not sure who reads this I can't talk about them. I do wonder who reads this, I know several people who I've given links to, but I don't think they do. Or at least they don't ever say anything, they probably already know I'm boring and they don't want to waste time reading about my boring things.
I went to lunch today with Jenn, she is working for her dad, which requires her to drive a company truck--and truck with a manual transmission. She's not very good at it, and she is learning how to get around the county by which roads have the least stop lights and stop signs. She stalls, aparently pretty often. But I really can't say anything because I have never ever driven a manual transmission. I just think it's cute.
So anyway, now I'm home. You know, most people move out of their parent's house when they graduate. I moved back in. Pretty backwards.
Still no word from FAMU.
Let me recap, it won't take long.
I went to graduation. It was long, and boring, but I suppose I'm glad I did it. Now I have pictures proving that I graduated. I won't get my diploma for 6 weeks though. It's my second official day off. I have to call and see about a job. I also have to get a mother's day gift, and some other gifts, but since I'm not sure who reads this I can't talk about them. I do wonder who reads this, I know several people who I've given links to, but I don't think they do. Or at least they don't ever say anything, they probably already know I'm boring and they don't want to waste time reading about my boring things.
I went to lunch today with Jenn, she is working for her dad, which requires her to drive a company truck--and truck with a manual transmission. She's not very good at it, and she is learning how to get around the county by which roads have the least stop lights and stop signs. She stalls, aparently pretty often. But I really can't say anything because I have never ever driven a manual transmission. I just think it's cute.
So anyway, now I'm home. You know, most people move out of their parent's house when they graduate. I moved back in. Pretty backwards.
Still no word from FAMU.
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Thursday, May 01, 2003
Today
Today was my last day at work. I am now unemployed. They took me to lunch. It was so nice of them. Everyone signed a card and they took up a collection as a gift for my graduation. It wasn't necessary, but it was incredibly nice. I will miss them, they were really great people.
For lunch we went to Tijauana flats. I'd never been there, it was really good. We went in Lori's Hummer, I've never been in a Hummer before. It was cool. When you are inside it looks like you're twenty feet off the ground. But it was sooooo nice. It had like every option available. Cool. It was a good day. Except it was embarassing to have everyone keep asking me what I was going to do when I left and wishing me well.
I'll miss them.
Honestly I wish I could pack up the whole office along with my luggage and take them with me. But I suppose change is good. Who knows, maybe something good will come of this change.
Damn Books
I was just cleaning up my apartment a little to get ready for the packing and I found a book that was still in the bag. I only ever took this book out of the bag one time--what a waste of $90, that should be illegal. And in case you're wondering I got an A in the class, and the highest test score on more than one occasion (3/4 to be exact), so I wasn't slacking. It was one of my favorite classes, physiological psych.
Today was my last day at work. I am now unemployed. They took me to lunch. It was so nice of them. Everyone signed a card and they took up a collection as a gift for my graduation. It wasn't necessary, but it was incredibly nice. I will miss them, they were really great people.
For lunch we went to Tijauana flats. I'd never been there, it was really good. We went in Lori's Hummer, I've never been in a Hummer before. It was cool. When you are inside it looks like you're twenty feet off the ground. But it was sooooo nice. It had like every option available. Cool. It was a good day. Except it was embarassing to have everyone keep asking me what I was going to do when I left and wishing me well.
I'll miss them.
Honestly I wish I could pack up the whole office along with my luggage and take them with me. But I suppose change is good. Who knows, maybe something good will come of this change.
Damn Books
I was just cleaning up my apartment a little to get ready for the packing and I found a book that was still in the bag. I only ever took this book out of the bag one time--what a waste of $90, that should be illegal. And in case you're wondering I got an A in the class, and the highest test score on more than one occasion (3/4 to be exact), so I wasn't slacking. It was one of my favorite classes, physiological psych.
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