Thoughts from Babs

Copycat
Friday, September 26, 2003 05:24 p.m.
Since I have to take all the quizzes I see on Ally's blog and inform you all of my results, here we go! I am not sure that it is totally accurate, though.

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More reality TV! Yay!
Thursday, September 25, 2003 05:01 p.m.
I finally got to watch the long-awaited premier of the Bachelor Bob show last night. Let me tell you, I was super pumped up for this. I have been waiting months to start watching it and it certainly didn't disappoint me. Don't get me wrong, it was a total train wreck, but that was what I was looking for. Ok, first of all . . . Kelly Jo! What is up with that? One of the girls I work with pointed out today that there always has to be some loony girl on these dating shows with Jo in her name (referring to the highly-famous and even more highly-annoying MoJo from Joe Millionaire). I am sorry, she was just freak city. Then we have the virgin. I am sorry, but I don't usually respond to the question "have you had many serious relationships?" with "well, I am saving myself for marriage" but maybe that's just me. She did inform Bob (and all of America) that her longest relationship was only 6 months. I said that was because she wouldn't give it up after 6 months, so the guy dumped her. Yeah, I'm cruel. Next, on to the psychopath who literally sobbed after Bob didn't pick her. You know, the one who went into the fetal position at the end of the show. What a weirdo. She pointed out that it hurt even more to not be chosen on national television. Now, there's a girl who's in this thing for love, folks. Also, who could forget the freak show that said she wanted Bob to take her home and sop her up with a biscuit? (Funny side note: when we were talking about this at work today, one of the girls I work with thought that I said "stop her up with a biscuit". She looked quite confused and kind of disgusted until we explained it.) And, last but certainly not least, we have the twins. What in God's name were these 2 thinking? Either he picks you and you are happy but your twin is a jealous old crazy cat lady for the rest of her life, he picks her and you should just go ahead and invest in Meow Mix stock, or, he picks neither of you because you are weird and went on a dating show with your sister. Luckily, Bob went with option 3 and obeyed my screams of "cut the twins!!!" which were coming in about 3 second intervals throughout the entire broadcast. Suffice it to say that it was 2 of the finest hours of TV I have seen in a long time and I will be in front of my TV every Wednesday night to get more of it!

Award show dysfunction
Monday, September 22, 2003 09:09 p.m.
Last night, while watching the Emmy's I realized that I was not at all entertained by the "witty banter" of the hosts and only slightly entertained by the awards. This led me to wonder exactly why I was taking the time to watch the show and especially why I had been so excited about it. Then, a familiar segment came on and I remembered. The main reason that I like to watch all those awards shows (other than to proclaim that I am smarter than all the academies and would have picked the correct person as the recipient of Best Actor in a Comedy) is to watch the section entitled "In Memoriam". Now, I am not a morbid person, I am not enthralled by death or anything like that. I think that I just like to remember people who have been there before, those people who made what we are doing now possible (since I am doing so much right now in the world of TV). Anyway, its kind of like history, it is just interesting to me. However, finally seeing that part of the awards show is somewhat bittersweet because, amidst the thoughts of "Aww, Gregory Hines. Aww, Johnny Cash. Aww, Katharine Hepburn." are these thoughts: "Who the hell is that guy?" and "When did Nell Carter die?" (January 23, 2003, for those other uninformed people out there). This makes me feel kind of self-centered and ignorant. But, then I realize that it is not my personal duty to know who everyone who had a hand in television production is, or to know every famous person who died in the past year. This makes me feel better. Less important, but better nonetheless.

Dread
Tuesday, September 16, 2003 05:57 p.m.
I have a feeling that the one thing I did not do in college is going to come back and bite me in the ass. It's not really my fault (entirely) that I didn't do it, it is just as much and probably more so my professor's fault. You see, there was the small matter of an "independent study" during my senior year that I, um (clear throat) forgot about. Actually, I was under that impression that it was more of a nudge-nudge, wink-wink independent study than an actual one. That is until the Tuesday before I was supposed to graduate on Saturday when the professor called me in and pretty much told me she would turn in a fake grade of my choice if I would do the work during the summer. Well, she was supposed to mail me a copy of the syllabus and didn't, so I just didn't do anything. Well, now it is a year and a half later and I want to apply to law school. I wouldn't have this professor right me a rec anyway, but I am scared that the one I ask to will ask this one about me and she will tell her. Hmm, maybe I will put off law school until she dies, er, I mean retires.

PBJ, please!
Tuesday, September 9, 2003 04:54 p.m.
I have the feeling that being around so many 7-year-olds is causing my appetite to regress slowly back to their age. Sunday at lunch the only thing on earth I wanted was a cheeseburger Happy Meal from McDonald's. I drove through and got it and my excitement was only heightened when I realized that McDonald's is now serving Happy Meals in boxes again, like when I was a kid, not these crappy bags they have had for the last few years. Monday lunch came around and even though I had packed a healthy adult lunch from home, I opted to save that and eat the school lunch, which consisted of a corn dog, tater tots and orange slices. I resisted the urge to put them in my mouth and smile, but just barely. Notice, also that this lunch we refer to as the yellow lunch. The kids other choices for the day are cheese pizza and corn. What is with the color scheme? Anyway, I digress. Today I was too lazy to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch, so I just packed soup instead. Well, all morning the only thing I am wanting is PBJ! That is, until I was actually at lunch duty and saw one of my kid’s turkey sandwiches. I mean, this was a straight-up child sandwich: turkey, cheese slice (like, the Kraft kind, not even real cheese) and mayo. That's it. I wanted it like crazy! I am not sure what is happening to me, but I hope that my appetite is the only thing that regresses. My senses of fashion and humor are still strongly in their 20's, thank god!

News flash
Thursday, September 4, 2003 10:36 p.m.
So, apparently now I am a crazy bitch for turning off lights in my home so as to save money on electricity. Who knew?

Cow bells, and other annoying things
Tuesday, September 2, 2003 09:47 p.m.
Sunday night was the UT football season opener. And, since I am I huge longhorn fan and they pretty much kicked some booty, I was pleased overall with the turnout of the game. However, there were a few things that made me less than ecstatic. First of all, the refs were not cool. I believe that to a certain extent they should just let the guys play, I mean unless there is bloodshed or something. At the end of the game when NMS was down by like 50 points, they were making calls against them. At a certain point, I think that you shouldn't call penalties against a team that is losing so badly. Another thing that I wasn't too keen on was, obviously, the rain. But, I did discover that, when sitting in the rain, you can only get so wet. After that you stay the same amount of wet, but you are just wet longer. It wasn't bad though, since my sister and I danced in the rain. :) The next bad part was UT's crap-tastic performance in the first quarter. Come on people, you're playing New Mexico State. They are in the Sun Belt Conference, for the love of God. Texas played so poorly against them during the first 12 minutes that my sister and I semi-seriously discussed selling the rest of our season tickets. Luckily, Texas stopped sucking it up for the rest of the game. Another thing that annoys me is VY's cockiness. Thanks for the unsportsmanlike conduct penalty that you got for running into the crowd, ass. He needs the crap knocked out of him a few times and then I think he will be ok. The last thing, and the thing that I hate the most is something that most people won't know about. Here it is: the people with the tickets behind us are complete ASS HOLES!!! It is this couple and their idiot spawn and they are the stupidest and most annoying humans on the planet. If you want to know, they sit in section 4, row 13, seats 26-29 (I think, I am not positive about the seat numbers, but it is close). If you know these people, ask them why they suck so much! If you meet them, run far away. Why are they so crappy, you ask? Well, the reasons are three-fold (anyone? anyone?). First, they bring a cow bell with them to the game and insist on ringing it right by my freakin ear. You can imagine how amiable this makes me. Next, they are complete idiots. The wife constantly makes dumb comments about the band "Ohh, I love the piccolos." Come on now, who really loves piccolos. You could kick them out of the band altogether and there would be no difference. They are just wimpy flutes, anyway. This woman also has no idea about football. I have been to at least 25 games that I know she was at because I was sitting right by her. How anyone could be in attendance at that many games and know so little about football absolutely blows my mind! The third reason is, and stop me if I've mentioned this before . . . they totally blow ass! The guy is teaching his young sons to ogle women and to make asinine comments that are supposed to let everyone know how knowledgeable they are about football. Rather, they let everyone know how much they suck. They don't control their children (a major pet peeve of mine), and let them annoy everyone around them. Not just me. No, seriously, everyone. Anyway, one if these days if I need to be bailed out of jail, now you all know why. It’s because these people drove me nuts and I took their cowbell and put it where it's going to be ringing with every step they take for the rest of their lives. Save your dollars to bail me out because I swear, this is a good cause.

Excellent Advertising
Saturday, August 30, 2003 12:34 p.m.
And, a big part of the reason I use Cingular for my cellular service is back. I just have 4 words for you: super HOTT boy triplets. Holy crap. Last year they had the "what's up, what's up, what's up" plan commercial, and let's face it. We were all depressed when that one went off the air. But, never fear, now there is a new trio of hotties. Now it is the "more money for books, yeah, books" plan. If you notice it come on, stop everything you are doing and watch. You will be happy you did.

Ok, now I'm angry!
Wednesday, August 27, 2003 04:51 p.m.
This is complete and utter bullshit. So, there's this girl that I went to college with. Let's say her name is hmm, Nelly, just for arguments sake. Well, so it seems like Nelly is equally good friends with me and my two roommates. I am not saying that any of us are like, best buds, but we are all equally friendly. Actually, one of my roommates secretly really does not like "Nelly" but she is really nice to her anyway, I guess to cover it up or something. Well, Nelly is getting married and first of all she invites other 2 said roommates to her shower and I don't get invited. I try not to let it bother me, but at the very least, it is extremely poor etiquette to not invite me when we all live in the same house and she knows I will be seeing the invitations. Well, anyway, she asks one of the roommates if I am mad and roomie says "of course not, why would she be?" (good roomie). Nelly explains that she wanted to invite people who knew the two sucky people throwing the shower, and she wanted to keep it small. Well, I am more amused at the situation at this point, especially since this means I don't have to purchase a gift. Anyway, today I get the mail and there are 2 obvious wedding invitations to Nelly's wedding. That's right, I said 2. I got the shaft again! Once more, I see this as extremely poor etiquette and now I want to know what lame excuse there is for not inviting me. What, she wanted only people in her major and her sorority there? I mean, what the hell. I am hoping that there is a guest included on the roommates invite (which will make me even more angry, cause hey! if they get a guest, then I could have been invited, jerk!) Anyway, if there is, I will weasel one of them into taking me and then I will put a curse on the wedding and the marriage! HAH! Looks like I get the last laugh this time, you mean, snooty, "what is the plan?" bridezilla with NO COMMON COURTESY!

We're playing catch-up here, folks.
Monday, August 25, 2003 08:23 p.m.
Alright, so I am a lazy bum who never updates anymore. But really, there is a reason. You see, I'm not one of those people who can play on the internet when I have nothing to do at work. I always have SOMETHING to do at work. I realize that there are others of you who are constantly busy, but I also cannot update when I am tired of doing my work and need a little break. My breaks, you see, are not self-decided. I am dependent on the school schedule to get breaks. This is probably why I am so annoyed when the kids in my class ask me to go to the bathroom 20 times (each) before it is even 9:00 yet. Listen, people, I get you at 7:40 and my first break is at noon. If I can hold it that long, you should be able to hold it the hour and a half until our first break. Anyway, enough complaining about my job, which I really do like, except on days when I get there at 6:45 a.m. and leave at 7:25 p.m. Yes, you read that right. Well, on to the weekend recap. Friday night we had a great party that seemed almost like 2 parties. Until about 1 it was a swanky cocktail party to bid adieu to Ebony before she left for NYU. Then all the crazy folks arrived and it turned into a Bluestone bash. It was very fun, from what I remember anyway. :) Saturday afternoon I could not sleep in because I was going to have lunch with the ex. Yes, that's THE EX. The big one. It went really well, and it was good to catch up with him after so long. He is engaged, which is weird, but luckily, it doesn't bother me in the way that it really could. After that I was worthless for most of the day, watching TLC until I went to the Alamo Drafthouse to see Mr. Sinus Theater 3000 (yes, a rip off of Mystery Science Theater 3000) make great fun of Top Gun. After that I slept for about 13 hours then had a very relaxing day at Barton Springs and evening at home watching Friends. It was a very fun weekend, but as usual, I am having to catch up on sleep during the week. Here is a funny kid story from last week: On Friday, my kids had to write in their journal about what they thought of 2nd grade so far. One of them wrote that I was off the hook (actually it was "hoock", but you get it). It was so funny that I had to bring the journal home and share at the party. It was the best favor since Steph got me the "Sometimes Mommy Drinks too Much" book. That's all for now, kids. I promise to be back sooner and funnier!

Opposite of Bored!
Tuesday, August 19, 2003 6:47 p.m.
Hmm, so I am pretty sure that it is obvious to just about everyone who has been to this page since about umm, August 7th that I must have gotten over my summer boredom. Well, you are correct, but its not because I became a good non-lazy person and went out and did something useful with my time. Well, actually that kind of is the reason, but it wasn't of my own volition. I had to go back to work last Wednesday and ever since I have been tired and worthless. Not to mention that I spent the weekend in Hondo attending what was essentially a dressed-up and fancified shotgun wedding for my cousin. Yeah, wedding in August, baby in February? We can count, people, you're not fooling anyone. But, it was a nice wedding, discouting the fact that both the ceremony and reception were outside, so it was swelteringly hot. Anyway, school starts tomorrow so I have a million and one little things to do. I will update soon (hopefully) with funny kid stories. :)

Is anyone really surprised?
Thursday, August 7, 2003 04:27 p.m.
Here are my results:
You are Beauty. You are beautiful, whether it be on the inside, the outside, or both. People are drawn to you as strongly as you are drawn to the beauty in the world around you.

You have got to be kidding me
Thursday, August 7, 2003 02:50 p.m.
Alright, kids, it is officially summer in Texas. As I am sitting here, my weatherbug is informing me that it is a ridiculous, stifling, hell-like 106 degrees in Austin. There is just no reason for it to be that hot anywhere on earth, least of all in the beautiful capital city. Oh well, at least I don't really have to go anywhere so I am free to stay inside my air conditioned house. In other news, the weekend trip to Amarillo was definitely fun, but Steph and I decided that was due to the people and not the place. On the way home (a drive that took from 10 am to 7 pm) we decided that we don't ever want to live within a 380 mile radius of Amarillo. However, there were some high points: getting to go to "Vegas" in Lubbock, going to a club where you had to walk through the kitchen to get from one room to another, buying alcohol at a store called the "Buffalo Chip" (no, I am not kidding), eating at a place called Muther's and another called Spanky's in Lubbock, eating a fried cheese stick that was easily the size of my arm, the "Sweetwater Incident" and last but not least, leaving Ally 5 rum-inspired voice messages Saturday night. So, suffice it to say that it was fun but not something I would do every weekend, or ever again (just kidding about that part). We did miss out on what I heard was a kick-ass birthday party in Austin, but luckily, from what I hear, we were missed as well, so that makes it better. Apparently somehow my game skills were heightened over the weekend, though because Jeff and I prevailed over Ally and Andrew at an exciting game of dominoes on Sunday night and then I cleaned up at our weekly poker game on Tuesday (I credit the rum, once again). Hmm, I think that is all for now. This weekend I get to go gambling in Louisiana with a bunch of teachers, so that should be interesting. One last thing, congrats to Sarah on her new car and thanks for letting me drive it home (not that she had a choice, really)! :)

Birthday fun
Thursday, July 31, 2003 12:39 p.m.
By the way, I know a freakin lot of people who have birthdays this week, so I wanted to give a shout out to: my Dad, who turned 60 on Tuesday, Amanda who's 23rd was Wednesday, Tamara (who will always be Tami in my heart) who is the big 2-3 today, and Jeff who will be 24 tomorrow. Geez, what was going on 9 months before now that inspired all these babies?

Its a mid-week update!
Thursday, July 31, 2003 12:21 p.m.
Last night we had a fabulous time over here at Bluestone playing poker. Nothing is better than mixing good food, great friends, a little alcohol and some gambling. I started out pretty conservative, even though we were just playing with change (hey- I am but a poor school marm, I buy stuff like food for the starving kids in my class with my change. Ok, ok, I really buy beer with it, but that is important because it is what makes me able to do my job, right?). But, as the night wore on and my drinks became stronger, I was a regular high roller. I even won a pretty big pot with a flush and took all of Corey and Jackie's quarters. My coolness factor was infinitely upped by me wearing a "Darrell Royal Boys Club Invitational" trucker hat (circa 1983) and walking around with a cigarette. Please note, I did not light the cigarette. I don't like to smoke them, I really just gesture with them and suck on them. In Jill's opinion, they taste like "raisins, beef jerky and independence". Sounds good to me. Anyway, last night's good time train slowed down a little when I remembered that I had to be at the dentist this morning at 11. I freakin hate the dentist. It is my least favorite hour of the year. The only good thing is that I have such fabulous teeth that my dentist only makes me go once a year, as opposed to every 6 months. Now, the dentist is a nice man. I don't have any problems with him. He just comes in for about 5 minutes, chuckles jovially and tells me how perfect my teeth are. It’s that hygienist (sp?) bitch that I can't stand. Who wants this job? Really? I mean, she spends her whole day scraping on people's teeth and causing them extreme discomfort. In addition to the scraping, which I believe is actually one of the punishments in a level of Dante's hell, I had to get x-rays and get my teeth polished. For the x-rays, she shoved hard plastic things into my mouth in such a manner that they cut the roof of my mouth and pressed against my tongue, setting off a horrible gag reflex all at the same time. She must have practiced for years to get that positioning down. But, however bad that ways, the polishing is my least favorite part. People have told me they actually enjoy this. I say either they are simply mad or they have lost all feeling in their mouth, due to the fact that they are so dim-witted that their brain forgets to feel there. Anyway, they hold this vibrating thing to your teeth and I just sit there and cringe. I am sure that the hygienist hates me just as much as I hate her. But I don't care because she is the devil and you are supposed to hate the devil. Well, the only good thing is that now I don't have to go to the dentist for another 366 days (yay, leap year!) Now is the time to go eat massive amounts of candy and other things that will "rot my teeth out"!

Want visual updates?
Monday, July 28, 2003 04:03 p.m.
Well, if you do, then just click the title of this entry, or go here: http://www.fotolog.net/txbabs111/ Good stuff, I tell ya.

Sarah's B-day update (finally!)
Friday, July 25, 2003 12:31 p.m.
Here is the long-awaited entry (by me at least), chronicling the amazing amounts of fun had by everyone at my dear friend Sarah and Karen's recent 23rd birthday bash, which was held at our house. Well, as usual, Sarah wanted to play bartender (which she is quite good at) and had found lots of fun-looking (notice I said looking, not tasting) shots to try out. So, before most of the guests arrived, the Bluestone regulars decided to try out a few. We began with the one Sarah was most excited about, the "Flaming Hoochie Momma" (no, I am not kidding). I don't remember exactly what is in a "Flaming Hoochie Momma" (other than flaming hoochie mommas, of course), most likely because I am trying to purge all memories of this vile drink from my brain. It was disgusting, to say the least. After we had those and all vowed to never have them again, she moved on to the Big Red shots. Now, I was thinking Big Red as in, the drink that I always have out of the bottle whenever I am eating bar-be-que off of butcher paper in Elgin. Good stuff, right? Well, I was mistaken because when they said Big Red, they meant like the gum. I hate, hate, HATE stuff that is flavored that hot, cinnamony red hot flavor, Big Red gum being one of the biggest offenders. After smelling the shot, I knew I did not need it, and passed it off. Steph, on the other hand, had about 3 of them. That is a big part of how she got plastered that night. Ok, I realize now that maybe my roomie is on to something with this code-name thing. I could use it to protect the innocent. So, if you are in my stories and want to come up with a name for yourself (or anyone else, for that matter), send them to me. You could leave it on the tagboard, but then everyone would see it and that wouldn't be too anonymous, now would it, silly? But, I digress. About this time, Ally comes out of her room in a dress and I start to wonder if maybe I shouldn't wear a dress too. I go into my room to change for the first of many times that night and emerge in my really-cool black and white dress, which I love, but have troubles figuring out where to wear it at. Anyway, aside from looking at me weird, everyone told me they liked my first outfit better, so I changed back. By this time, more people are arriving and I am having a pretty good time (not as good as Steph, but good nonetheless), so Sarah, Steph and I took it upon ourselves to start up the dancing. This was fun, but I was wearing a short skirt, which made me feel inhibited, so I changed into outfit 3 of the night- my original shirt and jeans. This was much better for dancing, so we proceeded to get down. The next couple of hours were fun, Steph and I went outside to conference, then tried to jump on the trampoline, but discovered we were not in prime jumping condition, so went inside instead. There were a lot more people here now, and we took it as our mission to get them all to dance. Luckily, most of them like to dance, so they weren't a problem. Darren, however, was a problem. He claims he doesn't dance, but I saw him shake it like nobody's business on his b-day, so I know that is a lie. We dragged him out there, and everyone ended up having a blast. We listened to "Get Low" about a million times (my fault), and it was just too funny because I don't think I have ever heard about 10 guys yelling "to the window, to the wall" and so on and so forth. They actually pointed to the window and wall when they were talking about it too. After this, we got the bright idea of taking Flaming Dr. Pepper's. Now, we weren't smart enough by this point to realize we shouldn't try to do it how they do on 6th Street and thus spent many minutes finding a) a good location; b) pint glasses that were the exact same size so that we could line them up; and c) the perfect way to balance the shot glasses. Well, we finally had them lined up and the shot glasses full and on the pint glasses when somebody bumped the table. Needless to say, the shots all fell in and we abandoned our plight. Then, the boys (to be more exact, M & M) decided that they were going to spit 151 and light it on fire. Now, this turned into them spitting 151 all over my back yard while holding an ineffective lighter. So then, John showed both of them up by doing it flawlessly. Umm, those are pretty much all the highlights. Oh, except for the funniest moment of the night. Sarah was changing the music and right when it cut off, someone (who shall remain nameless) asked someone else loudly "What is wrong with your friends?” Oh, and said friends were at the party. It was like a movie where everyone is talking and then silence falls and all the attention is focused on one person who has just said something inappropriate. It was hilarious. Anyway, I think those are all the good, funny parts. It was a great party, and a fun night was had by me, at least, if not all. If you were there and see that I have omitted a choice memory, then let me know. OH! I just thought of one last one. Steph and I got ourselves and Sarah these shirts that had our initials on them, so we had an S for Sarah and an S for Steph, but they didn't have a B for Barbara, so I got an A for my last name. That's right; we had an A and 2 S's. This prompted my roomie to tell us that we were all just a piece of ass. Funny, funny!

Hey, Texas is the Real World, too!
Thursday, July 24, 2003 12:45 a.m.
Alright, MTV executives, what is the freakin' deal?!?!?! Time after time I have discussed with people the fact that Texas has many primo locations to have a "Real World" in. I mean, Austin (my personal fave), Houston, Dallas, even Galveston for God's sake. But nooooooooooo. For the 14th season of the Real World, the bumbling executives have picked un-exciting, un-cool San Diego. Now, I don't have anything against San Diego, per se, but it is not as good a place as a Texas locale would be. Not to mention, California has already been done, TWICE! I mean, we have LA and San Francisco, not to mention NYC (twice), London, Miami, Boston, Seattle, Chicago, Hawaii, New Orleans, Las Vegas and now Paris. Once again, nothing against these places, I am sure they are all very nice, but where is the Texas love? I just have to assume that they are intimidated by all of the extremely cool people who live here and are worried about having to pick just 7 people to live in a place as awesome as this state is. I mean, it is obvious that the whole cast would have to be Texans because nobody from any other state would be able to hang with the peeps from this great state. So, my only conclusion has to be that they are intimidated by our greatness. Yeah, that must be it.

Over the Rainbow
Wednesday, July 23, 2003 12:24 p.m.
I am sitting in my room and notice that it is unusually dark for noon on a July day in Texas. This, of course strikes me as odd, and since I am just as curious as I am nosy, I decide to take matters into my own hands and investigate. When I get to the sliding glass door, I am met with a sight that I have to admit is kind of scary. The sky is somewhere between gray and black. The wind is blowing like crazy, and everything in my backyard, the trees, the chairs, the trampoline, the no parking sign, is moving around in a kind of eerie way. It hasn't started to rain yet, so there is that "calm before the storm" quality. Well, we all know that I watched too much TV when I was little, so the first thing that I think of is the Wizard of Oz. When I was 7 or 8, my sister got to play Dorothy in her school play and I don't know that there is anything in my life that I have been more jealous of. I always wanted to be Dorothy. She was pretty and everyone loved her and she could sing and she had that cute little dog, not to mention some great shoes and munchkins for friends. Anyway, one of my first thoughts upon looking outside today was to wonder if my house could actually be blown away in a big storm. (Of course, I am also thinking that if it survived Saturday's party, it can survive anything). I am scared at first, but then I begin to warm up to the idea. I mean, I am pretty bored sitting around here by myself and doing nothing all day. I haven't really been able to travel anywhere in awhile and am always looking to go places I haven't been before. When Dorothy goes over the rainbow, she gets to do lots of fun things. She gets new shoes, makes new friends, gets a celebration in her honor from munchkins, gets to kill 2 witches, meet a fake wizard and watch her friends get everything their hearts desire just before she gets her own wish. OOh, I almost forgot, she also gets a makeover. :) It sounds pretty good to me. I guess it is too much to wish for that to really happen to me. Not to mention, I don’t really feel like being chased around by a crazy witch who wants to kill me. So instead, I will just watch the rain and hang out inside, so as to stay dry. Maybe later I will go shoe shopping.

More odd test results
Tuesday, July 22, 2003 06:04 p.m.
Hmm, so I swear I didn't cheat on this test, and that I answered honestly. So, I don't know how I ended up as this bear, but what the heck.

	Love-a-Lot Bear You love to take care of others and people love being around you because you make them feel appreciated. You are very sweet and soft-spoken. You are also a romantic and consider yourself an excellent matchmaker, so you tend to be a bit nosy. But everyone still considers you the sweetest person they know.
Take the Which Care Bear Are You? Quiz!

Bikini gone wild?!?!?
Friday, July 18, 2003 03:55 p.m.
So what is up with the perverts lately? Just a few days ago someone came upon my roomie's blog by searching for “girls in short skirts jumping on trampoline pictures” and then yesterday someone found mine by searching "bikini gone wild". Now, I am assuming from what this person was searching for that they were extremely disappointed when they happened upon this site. Well, sorry about that but it does kind of freak me out that people go and search on the internet for those things. However, it does just go to show you how dependent we have become on the internet in a short time. I mean, just 10 years ago where was this person able to go for all their "bikini gone wild" needs? I guess it is a good thing that there is now a ready resource for them to use, although the vast plethora of bikini gone wild sites that I am sure turned up would be lost on me, since when I think of a bikini gone wild, I just think of either a really bad fashion choice or I get a picture of a science-fiction-esque bikini that eats whoever (whomever?) puts it on. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we have decided that we have "Bluestone regulars" now. :) If you are one, you probably know who you are, and if you aren't one, don't worry, the application process and interview really aren't as arduous as they may seem at first. But, at any rate, we definitely hope to see all the regulars, as well as visitors and maybe even some first-timers here on Saturday night to celebrate the birthdays of Sarah and Karen. I personally guarantee that fun will be had by all in attendance.

Victory is mine!
Thursday, July 17, 2003 06:44 p.m.
I am very proud of myself right now. Today I started the lawn mower all by myself on only the 2nd try, as opposed to yesterday when it took about a million. I then proceeded to mow our entire front lawn myself. This would mark the first time in my life that I started the lawn mower by myself and finished mowing the whole lawn, so I have a real feeling of accomplishment. I really used to think that was something that only daddies knew how to do since my Daddy always does it at my parents house. But, I definitely feel satisfied, knowing that I could do it myself. There is just something empowering about smelling the scent of fresh cut grass mixed with sweat and looking out on a beautifully mowed lawn and knowing that I did it all myself. Yay for me! Or, if you have seen Legally Blonde 2, snaps for Barbara!