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Thoughts from Babs
What exactly had they been doing?
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
01:48 p.m.
Now, I believe that children should be sheltered from certain things (you know, sex, drugs, rock & roll) until a certain age. At that point it is a parent's civic duty to let their children know about certain things. Some people obvioualy do not agree with me. Wouldn't you rather teach your child about sex than have them go through this? (Click on the title of this entry to read the article).
Dumb Quotes
Friday, June 25, 2004
02:21 p.m.
First, seen on a t-shirt at Chuy's:
"Jesus is my personal trainer."
Yeah, I don't even have any comments on that one.
Next, something I said last night at the bar to K, a cute boy and his reply:
Me: Why don't you have a drink?
K: Oh, I can't drink that much because I'm an epileptic.
Me: Oh, I am going to kill myself now.
Ok, so I didn't really say that last line, but I wanted to.
Further proof we live in the ghetto
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
10:33 p.m.
The following is an actual conversation that I heard on my way to the mailbox today. It was between a boy and a girl and they were both around 7. The boy was riding his bike and the girl was trying to convince him to let her ride it.
Girl: Let me ride, just for a minute.
Boy: No. Why don't you go get your ride?
G: My tires all flat.
B: So? Ride it anyway.
G: Then my wheel be all busted up.
B: So get a new bike then.
G: My momma ain't got no money.
Oh lord. Keep in mind these are 7-year-olds and they are already straight up thugs. I think that was just a cover-up conversation that they started when I walked outside. They were really casing our house because they were planning to rob it later. Then they saw me and they knew I don't take any crap. But that doesn't mean that I don't still duck whenever a car drives by slow, just in case they are doing a drive-by.
Can you pass the 3rd grade?
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
11:06 p.m.
I have to admit that I failed this the first time. But, I passed it the second. It is actually harder than I originally thought. But, then again, I only teach second grade. :) Click on the title of this entry to see if you can pass 3rd grade! You might want to turn down the sound. It is a bit annoying.
Some advice
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
04:34 p.m.
If you are fond of your head, do not make plans to go to Iraq on your summer vacation. However, if you are not such a fan of your head, feel free.
How to choose a cellular plan
Monday, June 21, 2004
11:17 p.m.
Watching the "more money for books, yeah right, books" commercial makes me proud to be a Cingular customer. Cause they are so hot. :)
Restless
Monday, June 21, 2004
02:53 p.m.
With the exception of Friday night, I have been sleeping horribly lately. I think that Friday was just a fluke, since I probably shouldn't have driven home, given the amount that I had consumed on said evening. Friday was fun, though. We haven't been downtown in such a long time, I think that we were finally ready to be back there.
I have to mention at this point, that I am a total pimp. We were ready to go home on Friday night, but for some reason (most likely a cute bouncer or some such nonsense) we decided to make one last appearance at The Dizzy Rooster. This is kind of a new bar and I really can just take it or leave it. I would never suggest that we go there, but I would never boycott it either. Well, we went in and Misty spotted a cute guy. I waltzed right over to him, informed him that it was my friend's birthday and he needed to give her a birthday kiss. He complied. Well, they hit it off and went out on Saturday. Good thing that I work wonders for other people since I have no game for myself.
Anyway, back to me and my insomnia. I have had a terrible time falling asleep at night. Yesterday all day I was tired, but then when it was bedtime I was wide awake. This has been the theme for over a week. That would be bad enough, but once I finally get to sleep I am having some crazy dreams. Most of them have been just totally random stuff, but some are plain SCARY!!
So, future counselors: analyze this dream. I am on this floating dock with a lot of people and we are getting onto this party boat type of thing. Everyone gets on the boat but me and 2 other people. They say that we have to fill out some release form before we can get on. Well, while we are waiting for the forms, the dock starts to sink. The boat has floated away and the people on it throw me an inner tube and the other 2 people (they are a couple) a raft. Well, we are floating along and then there are all these snakes. The people on the raft catch one and hold it so that it won't get me. But, then they drop it and as I am turning around to get it, there is a snake right in my face.
Then I wake up like in the movies, where they sit straight up, breathing hard and sweating. Fun times, huh? I can't help but think that if I had a cute boy for a bed buddy that I wouldn't be having such troubles. :) So, if anyone can help me in that department or in the dream interpretation, I would be eternally grateful!
Sooo 4th Grade!
Thursday, June 17, 2004
12:36 a.m.
Ok, so here are my latest MASH results:
I am married to Matthew McConaughey and we have 3 kids.
I drive a blue Aviator.
We live in an apartment in Atlanta where I am a Trophy Wife.
Pretty cool, huh? If you want to play, click on the title of this entry!
PICTURES!!!!
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
04:43 p.m.
Ok, so, we'll keep working on the pictures. :)
Mom-ories
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
02:12 p.m.
Today my mom turns 61 years old. In honor of her birthday I have decided to write about things that come to mind when I think of my mom. In list form, sorry, paragraph lovers.
In high school I was a total bitch to my mom about what she wore. I would criticize almost everything she wore. If we were going somewhere together, all of her outfits had to be approved by me before she left. I realize now that the reason why my mom was probably not such a hip dresser in high school was because she was spending so much money to keep me outfitted in Doc Martens (I think I had 4 pairs!), Gap jeans, and Abercrombie sweaters. Not to mention endless amounts of dance clothes and shoes, trips to contests and Disney World with drill team and private dance lessons. Suffice it to say that at the time, I was a selfish little spoiled brat and did not notice. However, to this day, my mother checks her outfits with me. She did this as recently as 3 weeks ago when she got her outfit for my friend's wedding oked. This makes me feel horrible when she does it. She has actually become quite snazzy in the past few years, and I have become less snobby, but I think she will always check.
Once when my mom was helping me make a cake, we couldn't get the bag to the mix open. I tried to open it with scissors and ended up cutting a huge gash in her finger. I would have probably demanded hospital treatment, but she just put a band-aid on and kept cooking.
When my dad proposed to my mom her answer was "No, and don't ask me again." She had been married before and was a bit wary. She did end up asking my dad to marry her and they ended up happily ever after.
My mother is the world's perfect driver. She always goes the exact speed limit, has never been in an accident or gotten a ticket. The worst thing she ever did was to tell her brother to run a red light. They were on their way to see their father who died of a heart attack that same night.
In college my mom would write me at least once a week. Not emails, I am talking actual letters, with stamps and everything. Not only did she write me these letters, she wrote them on the typewriter. I can hardly address an envelope on the typewriter (and that is only because I was forced to when I worked in the admission office), but my mom could probably type out anything you asked her to.
My mom loves football more than just about anyone I know. My grandmother has told me stories about her laying on the floor with her dad when she was little and watching football for hours. When my grandmother tells the story, it is with a bit of distaste because she doesn't like football. But, when I ask my mom about it, her eyes light up and you can tell that it was something that she treasured.
When I was born, my mother wanted to name me Sarah Elizabeth. Thank goodness she didn't, or that could get very confusing, what with all the other Sarah's we know. If I was a boy, she wanted to name me Lucas Barrett.
My mom was a Rebelette when she went to Travis High (that was their drill team). When the band told them that they were going to be performing their contest routine at halftime and they could just mark time on the sidelines, she and the other officers get together and choreographed a dance for the girls to do in the end zone. That marked the first time the Rebelettes had danced, rather than marched on the field. The band, needless to say, was pissed.
My mom was working in the building right next to the UT tower when Charles Whitman went on his shooting rampage on August 1, 1966. She worked at the front desk. After he started shooting, several policemen came in and asked her where the roof was and told her that someone was shooting off the tower and not to go outside. Soon after, a family (mom, dad and a son who was considering going to the university) walked through the building and were headed outside. She warned them "You shouldn't go out there. Someone is shooting off the tower." They looked at her like she was crazy and went out anyway. Well, then their dumb asses got shot at and then had to run and duck into the next building. Yeah, maybe next time you'll listen to Mommy, suckers!
My mom was preparing to leave work and go to Palmer Auditorium to see President Kennedy speak when she saw the news report about his assassination. I'm not sure if she still left or not. Maybe I should ask her.
So, there you have it. My mom is giving, unselfish, a hard worker, and a little piece of history. She's the best!!
Stay in the shallow end
Monday, June 14, 2004
09:50 p.m.
Yesterday afternoon, the S's and I decided that we were in need of some fun in the sun. So, we made plans to go lay out at the pool. The only problem was that we all live in houses that are, unfortunately, pool-less. However, we do have friends who live in apartments, thus having pools. Sarah first called Big D, her usual pool supplier. He informed us that his pool was closed for the weekend because it had turned an unfortunate shade of green during the torrential downpours of last week. So, we moved on. Sarah then called a teacher friend. She could not hook us up either! So, we finally settled on just going to Steph's old apartment.
Might I mention here that "gated apartments" are a total joke. Once this weekend we got in by pushing the gate open and on Sunday when we drove up, the gate was wide-open, thus allowing free-loaders like us to come right in and use the pool.
We get to the pool and there aren't too many kids there so we settle in to catch some rays. The pool is right by the leasing office so often there will be representatives showing potential-leasers the complex. This was the case on Sunday. A girl was showing the apartments to this guy. He was by himself and probably around our age. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts along with tennis shoes and black socks. I will give everyone a moment to shudder at that. Moving on, when the guy walked through the pool area with the girl, he almost pulled a muscle, he turned around to look at the 3 of us so much. We laughed and blew it off as just another silly boy. But then, he walked through again alone. This time he kept turning around to look at us again and the S's pretty much stared him down and laughed at him. Good girls. THEN he came back, still alone, and settled into a chair on the side of the pool next to the side we were on. Keep in mind that not only is he fully dressed, he doesn't even live in the complex yet. But, there he was, sitting there and blatantly staring at us. Around this point it was about 1 million degrees outside, so we had to get in the pool. Sarah had brought floaties for us and I had a bit of a problem getting on mine. Well, the guy is so smooth that he is actually laughing at my difficulty in getting on the raft, thus making it very obvious that he is watching our every move. he continues to watch us for awhile after that, until he starts talking on his phone. I am thinking the conversation was going something like this "Dude, I'm at these apartments and there are hot girls at the pool. Stop playing D&D and get over here!" Anyway, the pool became overrun with rugrats so we took that as our hint to leave. Only, on our way out, we noticed our little friend walking to his car. Apparently, the pool had nothing to offer him after we left.
Don't mind us, we're just hidin' from the Lord
Saturday, June 12, 2004
05:26 p.m.
This morning was one of those great Saturday mornings that only comes along once in a while. I didn't have anything planned for today, no shopping, no lunches, no chores, no weddings, no family outings, just a day of nothing (now, I realize that a lot of my days are nothing lately, since school is out for summer, but it is infinitely more fun to sit around and do nothing with one's best friend than alone.) I also had not partied too hard on Friday night. I didn't wake up with a headache of cottonmouth, or feeling nauseous. We had a "get-together" over here last night and while it was fun, I didn't let myself get out of hand. So, this morning began as a blissful one. I woke up around 9:45, just in time to catch my favorite cartoon, Fillmore at 10:00. As a side note, if you don't watch Fillmore, you should. It is very entertaining. Anywho, I watched Fillmore and then talked to the roomies a bit. Mel had to go to work, so Steph and I decided to have some breakfast. We had breakfast and then sat on the couch for a good while in our pajamas, analyzing the events of last night and trying to decide what to do today. Keep in mind that we have not yet showered so we are both in our pajamas (wife beaters and shorts for both of us- wife beaters were kind of our party outfit last night) and we still have bed hair. All of a sudden, the doorbell rings. I have no idea who it is so I say (rather loudly) "What the Fuck?"
At this point I feel the need to describe our house setup to you. As you walk in the front door, you are in the living room. The front door has windows on either side of it looking into the living room. This morning, as we are sitting in said living room, the blinds on those windows were open. So, now we are faced with the dilemma of trying to get to the door to look through the peephole without being seen in our jammies through said windows.
I walk straight to the door and look through the peephole. There are a lot of people on the sidewalk and one man at our door. I had never seen him before so there was no way I was answering the door in the state I was in. I figured that, like most sane people, he would wait a few seconds and then leave. Oh no, not this guy. He waited and waited and waited. Now, we later realized that this was probably because it was totally obvious that someone was home. They could totally see us through the windows, we were talking rather loudly, and then there was me yelling obscenities after the doorbell. But, at the time we thought we were totally slick and that no one knew we were in there. The man finally left some paper on our door and walked away. After he was gone, I opened it to find church fliers. Now, this guy probably thought we were in need of some serious help. I'm surprised he didn't yell "Jesus sees everything!" or some other poignant remark before leaving. Here we are, hanging around in pajamas at noon after a night of boozing while they are trying to spread the word. I am certain that our house has been marked as "heathen" on their little maps, so I won't be surprised if we hear from them again in the near future.
Buy a brush!
Friday, June 11, 2004
11:47 a.m.
It's a slightly political entry- so watch out!!
Ok, so I realize that it is sad that President Reagan died. However, it is sad when ANYONE dies, and I don't find it particularly fair that he gets an entire week of memorializing while other people get only an hour. But, the real reason I am writing is to point out some things I have been wondering about all week. Here goes:
First off, I read that the preparations for Reagan's funeral began the same year that he took the oath of office. Can you imagine taking a new job and having them say "welcome to our company, could you fill out this sheet about your funeral arrangements?" Not to mention that the thing was over 300 pages long. Now, I realize that a state funeral involves more than a regular one, but this seems extremely long winded! Here, I can do it much shorter: 1) Dress me in suit, 2) Put me in box, 3) Take box to library, 4) Let people see box, 5) Take box to capitol, 6) Let people, including stupid W, see box, 6) Take box to National Cathedral, 7) People talk, wear black, 8) Take box to library, 9) Put box in tomb. There, 9 steps. I mean, what was he doing in those 300 pages, sneaking in passages from the Communist Manifesto to see if anoyone noticed?
I was watching the footage the casket being brought to the capitol on Wednesday and all of a sudden the band stikes up "Hail to the Chief". Is it just me, or does this song seem a little bit jaunty for a memorial service? Maybe it's just because I remember Homer Simpson singing along to it in an episode with the words "Hail to the chief, he's the chief and he needs hailing." At any rate, it seemed just a bit out of place.
I realize that this is kind of morbid and I have been told that it is mostly a southern thing, but, are we going to get to see him? I don't think that any pictures of Reagan have been released in about the last ten years. I mean, does he look the same? Is his hair still dark? What is he wearing in there? Is he really even in there?
I saw some pictures online of members of the honor guard practicing carrying the coffin up the steps of the capitol. This is all well and good, but they were doing it with a substitute coffin. Umm, I don't know about you, but I don't know all that many people who just have stand-in coffins laying around to practice with. Did the orders go something like this: "Private Johnson, another one bit the dust. Run and get the stand-in coffin so we can practice. It's in the closet of the oval office. You can just walk in, I'm sure that W is napping under his desk again."
Next, there are all these people going around saying that Reagan should be on the ten-dollar bill or that his face should be added to Mount Rushmore. Umm, simmer down people. How would you feel if you were a descendent of Alexander Hamilton and his face got jerked off his bill so some johnny-come-lately could have his mug slapped up there. Those people all deserved to be memorialized too. Put the mo on a stamp and be done with it. Don't go changing things just because he's dead. Everyone dies, people. I wouldn't support Bill Clinton being on money or Mount Rushmore.
Last, but certainly not least, why does Patti Davis look absolutely horrific? I mean, she has looked like shit all week. And you can't defend her with the fact that she's in mourning because the rest of the Reagan family looks pretty snazzy. I mean, I think that it is common courtesy to at least BRUSH YOUR HAIR before attending your father's (or anyone's at that rate) funeral. Especially if he is a former president and you are going to be televised. Perhaps, in lieu of flowers, we should all be sending money to the Patti Davis beauty fund. That is one girl in desperate need of a makeover!
1-30 Day Program – Apply Now! by: Steph
Thursday, June 10, 2004
10:12 a.m.
So, I decided that it was time for a guest blog to advertise for my new program. Some people (me) might think it’s a curse more than a program. Upon Barbara’s suggestion of what to do with my bad luck, I have taken it upon myself to start a program where I date boys for a short period of time and then send them out across the country. I am actually working for the state as an incentive for these wayward boys to return to Texas after their time abroad. In their time out of state boys will realize that 1) girls are prettier here 2) Texas is just better and 3) that I’m here and then they’ll return. I’m actually paid by the state – my title is “Retention Manager.” Barbara is helping me to develop this program – we’ll call her my “Curriculum Advisor.” The program gets better with each person and I’ve almost got it perfected. We still haven’t had enough time to be able to tell the return on investment though.
As a lot of you know, I met Brad in July 2003. He moved to Florida a week after I met him. I can’t say I dated him before he left, or that what we did after he left was dating, but it was something. He still calls me. I talked to him a few days ago actually. I’m still working on convincing him to come back. I never said my job was easy – but someone has to take one for the team here. When he returns he will be my first successful case.
Move to February 2004 when I start dating Robbie – a nice cute cpa who totally put up with my raging drunkness downtown. About a week after we start dating he gets a letter with an interview for the IRS. If he gets the job he’ll have 6 months of training in Georgia and then live somewhere in the U.S. He goes to the interview and about a month later finds out that he got the job. We broke up. I still don’t know if he took it, but I blame part of our breaking up on the fact that he was probably leaving and didn’t want to get attached. We’ll consider him as “dropping out of the program.”
So, then the end of May 2004 I start dating Teddy. He’s cute, fun, sweet, and soooo patient. First date he tells me that he got into grad school in Pennsylvania and is leaving this summer. I assume he means the end of the summer. Nope. He’s leaving at the end of June. That gives us about 5 weeks together. He’s totally perfect so far (except that he tells me how to drive and reads books without pictures). He cooks me dinner and lays out at the pool with me, and since we work at the same place sometimes I even get to see his cuteness during the day. But…I must remember to not get attached – we have a program to run here folks!
So, I’ll be busy until the end of the month, but after that I will be taking new applicants. Please forward resume’s and headshots and the new session will begin in July!
Funny, but true
Tuesday, June 8, 2004
10:44 p.m.
It seems lately that everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE around me is part of a couple. Don't get me wrong, I am happy when my friends are happy, but sometimes it can get annoying. I totally felt like the Grinch for thinking mean thoughts about couples, until I saw an article entitled: "Why Happy Couples are so Annoying". (click on the title of this entry for a link to it!) I think that this is a really good article for both coupled and non-coupled people to read. It tells exactly what kind of things can be annoying, but not in a complaining way, so that noone feels at fault. I think that it is a nice reference for all of us, just to make sure that we are not making our friends want to puke. :) (Sidenote: noone in particular is making me want to puke with their happy coupleness right now. I just thought the article was interesting.)
Last one, I swear (for today, anyway!)
Monday, June 7, 2004
10:31 p.m.
I used to watch this show all the time!!!
You are CLARISSA EXPLAINS IT ALL. She is a rad
chick with absolutely no fashion sense. If you
are a guy and chose this... you are gay.
Which old school Nickelodeon show are you?
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Another pony
Monday, June 7, 2004
10:22 p.m.
I loved these things when I was little. For reals, I had a ton of the ponies, as well as all their little buildings- the beauty salon, the stable, the nursery and most importantly: Paradise Estates. Ohh la la. I think that the Christmas that Santa brought me the Paradise Estates my dad's only comment was "Those damn ponies have a better house than we do." Ha ha, Daddy is so funny. Apparently he thinks that a large, Spanish-style pink house that folds open and contains a large indoor pool with a glass awning is the bomb-diggity! Anyway, here are my results:
You're My Little Pony!! Sweet and innocent and
happy, you make people want to spew burrito
chunks. Even a Care Bear could kick your ass.
What childhood toy from the 80s are you?
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By the way, we could totally kick the Care Bears' asses!
Random Babble
Sunday, June 6, 2004
10:25 p.m.
So, I don't have enough coherent thoughts to write an entire entry. Due to this fact, you get my random thoughts of the night. Here goes:
First, what is up with the things on the new Mountain Dew commercials? They are FREAKY! I do not like them at all. For reals. They remind me of the scary face that Geena Davis makes in Beetlejuice when she pulls her nose out and then pops out her eyeballs. Freakin' scary!! That does not make me want to buy Mountain Dew (not that anything would).
Next, seriously, Lakers vs. Pistons? Could we have a more boring NBA finals if we tried? I don't think we could. I of course, became disinterested when the Spurs got knocked out, but couldn't someone, anyone interesting at least be in the finals? LA against Detroit? BO-RING.
I think I got stung by something last night when we were at Gingerman (great bar, by the way). We were outside and I swear that a bug crawled into my shirt and had some dinner. Ouch! While we were there I totally finished a whole pint before one of the guys we were with could finish the fourth of a pint he had left. Wimp. :)
People who shop at Fry's, for the most part, are extremely unattractive. I had to exchange something today so I spent a good amount of time in line near the front door. I got bored and, being the mean girl that I am, started to notice how unattractive everyone else was. Seriously, these people were all to' up from the flo' up. They need to be walking into a beauty supply shop or a clothing store, not an electronics store.
I WILL NOT go to see "The Village" unless I am sitting next to a guy who will allow me to climb all the way into his lap and hide my head in his shoulder. Because it looks freakin scary. Hmm, with the game I have been having lately, maybe I should ask my dad to go with me. Just kidding. :)
Last but not least, how in the heck did some show about puppets win the TONY for Best Musical over Wicked? What has the world come to?!?!?
Tragic
Sunday, June 6, 2004
03:15 a.m.
Today (and by that, I mean yesterday, since I am realizing that I got in around 3 AM this morning), tragedy struck our country twice. First, when former-President Reagan died and second, when Birdstone defeated Smarty Jones in the Belmont Stakes. I know it may be sacrilegious, but I prefer to talk about the second. Smarty Jones was the horse for a nation. He was something that we could all support, that we could all feel good about. His was a story of a horse that was not supposed to be a winner. Someone who people had all but given up on. An injured horse, one that once upon a time would have been deemed "no good". But, lucky for him and the people that surrounded him, everyone did not give up on Smarty. There is something touching, heart wrenching even, about his story. His owners- a couple who had struggled with alcoholism some 2 decades ago. His jockey- another former alcoholic who was certainly not the best in his field. But still, the owners stuck with him because he knew their pain, because they knew that he too was a survivor, that he knew what it REALLY meant to win something important. Today was a day when history could have, should have been made. Instead, it is a day where we are left wondering "what if". If we had gotten another Triple Crown winner today, the entire country could have been victorious, we could have come together and celebrated something. I do realize that there are people who are ecstatic today, all the people surrounding Birdstone and probably also the people who bet on him, since he did pay out rather handily. But, it is had not to realize that the celebration of these few could have been the celebration of many. All of America roots for the underdog. After all, isn't that what we were? I know that to some of you this will seem like just another unimportant sporting event, but I also know that a select few will understand. Understand what we ALL lost today. A champion, a name to cheer on, a reason to celebrate, a cause to back, and a dream to hold on to. I don't know about anyone else, but I prefer the hours, days, weeks prior to the race where we could all think about what could be to the minutes following, where we were all sure about what would not come to be. Sorry for the seriousness today, folks. I'll be back with more funniness soon!
Hey Pervs!
Thursday, June 3, 2004
10:43 p.m.
Alright, nasty people, enough is enough. All of you who are finding this site by searching "ebony hotties" or "babs bunny naked"- what the hell is your problem! This is not that kind of a site, yo! Nothing to see here, nothing to see here. Keep the line moving, thank you! Don't you have anything better to do with your time than to search that stuff on the internet! And, while I'm on the topic, you all must not be the sharpest knives in the drawer because if you read the little blurb that you get when you search, you would notice that this is not exactly what you were looking for. Now, for everyone else who is just here to soak up my funniness, I am sorry that I had to do that. I promise that I will be funny again tomorrow. The others just needed to be dealt with.
Why I think my room is haunted
Wednesday, June 2, 2004
10:36 a.m.
An ever-growing list:
I have candles on my dresser that I always put at the very back of it. However, almost every time I look at them they have moved forward about an inch. I always move them back, but they are always forward the next time.
I have curtains on my bed (kind of like in "A Christmas Carol", but they are see-through and much lighter). I can't sleep with the curtains open so I always close the ones at the foot of my bed. Lately, they have been open when I wake up.
My blow drier is one with ions. There is a switch on the top where you can turn the ions on or off. I always leave the switch on, but sometimes when I look at it, it's off.
Our old roommate had a cat. The cat would go into every room in the house just fine, except for mine. It would look cautiously in the doorway and hardly ever come in.
Sometimes I hear weird noises in here. When I go out the door to inspect, I usually can't hear them any more.
Since we have moved here, I've had the strangest, most disturbing dreams, even more so than before.
I generally sleep all through the night. I never wake up in the middle. Until we moved here. Now I wake up 2 or 3 times a night for no reason.
So, in other words, I can't wait until we move!
Totally
Tuesday, June 1, 2004
04:10 p.m.
So, my best friend from high school got married this weekend and I thought I would be a wreck. I have known her for 10 years and her fiancé for about 8 and they are both just super-duper people. I was so excited to get to be in their wedding and thought that watching a friend I have known so long get married would make me cry. Well, lucky for me, I didn't need to worry. They wedding was highly entertaining and the laughing left absolutely no room for crying. First, the groom was repeating his vows after the pastor. He was supposed to finish one part with "according to God's holy ordinance". I could tell he was a bit confused when he heard this part, since I could see his face. He was close, but ended up saying "according to God's totally ordinance". Snickers ran through the crowd, then actual laughter. But, this was the kind of thing that we expected from Todd, so we tried to get over it. The ceremony didn't last much longer (thankfully, since it was outdoors and SO HOT!) and before we knew it, the pastor was saying that he could kiss the bride and announcing them to the guests. Well, then they walked down the aisle and we were supposed to walk out in our pairs, like we practiced yesterday. Twice. Apparently, the best man forgot all this because he just started to jet down the aisle totally alone. We stood there with our mouths open for a minute until the maid of honor yelled "David!" He turned around, looked very sheepish and went back for her. It was at this point that the groomsman closet to the video camera turned around and said "Are you getting this?" I swear, we may have to release this wedding video for public distribution. Cause, we could make some money.
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