tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59979172011-12-31T19:01:53.604-05:00(aka Crazy Nerd Babe) Random rants, useless fluff and mindless blather. Typically out-spoken, always heartfelt, and occasionally bordering on too-much-information.Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.comBlogger2001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-22872115573864663192008-05-18T13:41:00.003-05:002008-05-18T13:42:28.403-05:00

*** IMPORTANT NEWS ***As of today, Sunday, May 18th, 2008, "The Mind of Nee" has a new home!! Please visit me at http://neebelung.wordpress.com.It's been a great ride here at Blogspot, but our new digs over at Wordpress have great potential.

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1093930407814378352004-08-31T00:29:00.000-05:002004-08-31T00:33:27.813-05:00

...there was some news waiting for me that quickly shattered the calm and peace of my lovely weekend. Let me preface this by saying... a couple months ago, a friend asked me "What's your greatest fear in life....?" The answers that flashed through my head were "Dying," "Never finding true love again," and "never having children...." But I knew those were all things that would eventually happen

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1093929672812047642004-08-31T00:07:00.000-05:002004-08-31T00:21:12.813-05:00

On a sidenote..... During my travels south, I drove right through some of the areas hardest hit my Hurricane Charley. The clips they show you on the Weather Channel and the news do not begin for even a moment to truly illustrate the devastation and the loss. As you're driving along I-75 South, through an area of lush meadows with cattle, and thick forests of scrub pines and other leafy trees,

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1092869835224759642004-08-18T17:53:00.000-05:002004-08-18T17:57:15.223-05:00

Wow. Who'd have thunk it. This is my 200th post. Such a milestone, eh? Whooo hooooooooo! I actually had something of significance to post about but *poof* idea gone. So, to celebrate my 200th episode, I think I shall toddle on over to T.J.'s Irish Pub and raise a glass. I can hear a pint (or four) of Bass calling my name. Now Playing: "Velvet Sky" - Los Lonely Boys Another CD I just

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1092794844762247872004-08-17T20:50:00.000-05:002004-08-17T21:07:24.763-05:00

It's only Tuesday, but already I'm trying to remember what all happened last week. It seemed like every day last week was an event unto itself, and it all rolled into one big, blurry blob. My roommate is dating a new man. And he's seemingly perfect. He's handsome, intelligent, kind, funny... and oh yeah, did I mention, worth about $300M? Yes, three hundred million. Scary, but true. Luckily

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1092793803200245632004-08-17T20:39:00.000-05:002004-08-17T20:50:03.200-05:00

There are times that I wish I had never given the address of this Blog to any of my friends/acquaintances or co-workers. I never intended to, really. But sometimes it would come up in conversation, and inevitably, I would give up the address. Big mistake. What I'm finding now is what others before me have learned - that there's something to be said for total anonymity. A certain level of

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1091983835809999972004-08-08T11:48:00.000-05:002004-08-08T11:50:35.810-05:00

It's rare that I find a blog that bowls me over so much, makes me laugh so hard milk come spewing out my nose, that I feel compelled to run right over here and tell you all about it. And then I found THIS one. I don't even recall how I stumbled upon this one, but in the few minutes I was perusing it, I was so amazed and impressed. Do yourself a favor and go read this one. You won't be sorry.

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1091899025606902862004-08-07T22:11:00.002-05:002008-05-13T13:08:53.041-05:00

My chaotic week continued at a frenzied pace.On Tuesday, a dear friend of mine came to work to take me to lunch, and announced he was interviwing the following morning for what could be a HUGE promotion - In FORT MYERS! I was kind of taken aback, and a bit sad, as he's been a great friend, and a wonderful should to cry on... a big brother to me.So Wednesday night he calls (from New Orleans, where

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1091922176742273312004-08-07T18:37:00.000-05:002004-08-08T11:52:05.850-05:00

Add Your Blog! This posting is a community experiment that tests how a meme, represented by this blog posting, spreads across blogspace, physical space and time. It will help to show how ideas travel across blogs in space and time and how blogs are connected. It may also help to show which blogs (and aggregation sites) are most influential in the propagation of memes. The dataset from this

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1091674096734498052004-08-04T21:30:00.001-05:002008-05-13T13:11:04.152-05:00

Hah, though it's been a about 2 months since I've had sex of any kind (make that 59 days... but who's counting), I've finally regained my sense of humor with regard to sexual innuendoes.For weeks, I forbade my friends from joking about sex at all, or even from discussing their own sex lives. I think now it's been so long for me that I've forgotten what it's all about, and now look upon it merely

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1090972676635149462004-07-27T18:53:00.000-05:002004-07-27T19:08:19.886-05:00

I think at some point in her life, almost every woman on the planet has uttered the words, "I have such bad luck with men," usually after unearthing the inevitable closet-skeletons of a seemingly perfect potential mate. We've all been there, we've all said it, but for most of us, it's not so much bad luck as it is allowing infatuation and lust to cloud our judgement. And then there's this

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1090810548796226062004-07-25T21:51:00.002-05:002008-05-13T13:12:28.477-05:00

Well after my lovely morning yesterday, I was contemplating crawling back into bed and hibernating for the weekend. However, this is Florida, and as beautiful as it was this weekend, I could hardly fathom playing hermit.So I did manage to get out and get my nails done, get a pedicure (the plan to get some more ink yesterday fell through)... then a friend called complaining of a sinus headache,

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-109068461577607182004-07-24T10:53:00.000-05:002004-07-24T10:56:55.776-05:00

It's been a rough morning. I woke up at 6:00 a.m. On the dot. On a freakin' Saturday. Woke up congested, sinuses all irritated, and was WIDE awake... no going back to sleep. So I went downstairs and watched part of a fairly interesting movie ("The Swimming Pool" - I think it was a French film), then caught part of a "90210" re-run on FX, before finally attempting to go back to sleep at 7:30

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1090280603243107662004-07-19T18:11:00.001-05:002004-07-19T18:43:23.243-05:00

I must apologize. I've apparently lost the ability to spell lately. As someone else so astutely pointed out, "butgers" sound far from appetizing, and we didn't cook "smokes" sausage, either. But ya know what? It's all Blogger's fault. At some point (apparently while I was sleeping) they've taken away the option to add links in posts, or perform spell-check!! So ya see, it's not actually my

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1090279590507670122004-07-19T18:11:00.000-05:002004-07-19T18:29:48.363-05:00

So I decided to get my hair cut Thursday night. It's been bothering me for months... I last got it highlighted in April, and trimmed in mid-May... but I was ready for a change. Ya see, I have terribly, terribly thick, long hair. And it was layered - A LOT - to reduce the 'bush effect' (AKA "Cleopatra head") but the layers had since grown out, and I just wasn't happy with it. It's fairly

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1090277979173662752004-07-19T17:55:00.000-05:002004-07-19T17:59:39.173-05:00

Let me preface this by saying I love the great state of California. I was born and raised there, and will forever consider it 'home.' Let me also say that I have a great respect for nature, and a love and admiration of birds of prey. *ahem* That said, I must say this (Yahoo!) headline still caused me to giggle: "California Wildfire Caused by Electrocuted Hawk." My question, however, is this

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1090189672339439332004-07-18T17:21:00.000-05:002004-07-18T17:27:52.340-05:00

Sundays are my favorite days lately. Used to be Fridays, but now I cont down the weeks that Jeff has been gone (and therefore calculate how many weeks it is until he comes HOME) by way of Sundays. Had a lovely weekend actually... a friend invited me over (as well as a few others) to grill out some butgers and smokes sausage Friday night. We sat around, ate excessively, and sipped Sangria. So,

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1089852797113848212004-07-14T19:34:00.002-05:002008-05-13T13:16:09.871-05:00

So anyway... when I woke up this morning, I was dragging ass. I knew I needed to get some food in my stomach, but I was out of milk (for cereal) and didn't have anything else suitable for consumption at that hour. I decided to hit the drive-thru at McDonald's on my way into work.I'm in drive-thru, and I'm contemplating getting the breakfast burritos, and then I rememebered something: a few months

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1089852182802299392004-07-14T19:34:00.000-05:002004-07-14T19:43:02.803-05:00

Let me preface this all by saying - I FREAKIN' HATE ALLERGIES! In fact, one of the only things I despise more than my sensitivity to dust and mold spores is the MEDICATION I HAVE TO TAKE TO TREAT IT. It makes me very, very sleepy (and apparently just a tad irritable). That having been said.... So last night I popped a Zyrtec. The Doctor put me on this crap last fall when it was discovered (

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1089768275186718412004-07-13T20:21:00.000-05:002004-07-13T20:24:35.186-05:00

...and I really haven't the time to solicit applications for new ones, I've decided to make amends with the afore-mentioned friend who upset me so badly over the weekend. Well, I guess it would be more correct to say he's decided to try to make amends with me. Again, the specifics aren't necessary... we beat the issues until they were a bloody pulp, and though we may not have come to agree on

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1089561727669720512004-07-11T10:51:00.000-05:002004-07-11T11:02:07.670-05:00

I'm in a bit of a conundrum today. Actually, I don't even know if that's the right word. I guess maybe it's more that I'm feeling disenchanted. I'm a little confused and a lot hurt. Without going into TOO much detail, I had a friend (a friend whom I'm considered very close to my heart) betray my trust yesterday, in a major way. And I hate that essentially this means I can no longer be

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1089560982954720312004-07-11T10:34:00.001-05:002008-05-13T13:17:34.990-05:00

What a wild and woolly week it's been! Though it was a short week (in terms of work) it still seemed like it was terribly long. Work is insane as usual - though in the interest of keeping my job, I'll refrain from elaborating on that subject.But outside of work, it was actually a fun week.Last Sunday, a close friend had a big 4th of July bash - they boiled 22 lbs of shrimp, a few bushels of

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1088891206966017072004-07-03T16:39:00.000-05:002004-07-03T17:15:58.720-05:00

Since Jeff's departure, I had started biting my nails again (a habit I had kicked when I was about 12). So, in order to save my cuticles (and my sanity) I decided to get acrylic overlays once again. So Thursday, over lunch, I went to get a fill. It was beastly hot, I was tired, aggravated with work, and just wanted to get in and out with minimal hassle. After I had been there for about 5

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-108846757703201482004-06-28T19:02:00.001-05:002008-05-13T13:18:54.975-05:00

I'm a happy girl. That is all.

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1088125660640523902004-06-24T20:01:00.000-05:002004-06-24T20:07:40.640-05:00

Seems to have been a chaotic week here in the Blogosphere. Two of my favorite bloggers (who shall remain nameless, but who will soon be noticeably absent from my Blogroll) closed up shop. Anonymity is a great attraction to this whole blogging world, and I'm sure that for these two, with huge "fanbases," that anonymity was somewhat lost, which subsequently stifled their writing. Or maybe not.

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1087504727248739252004-06-17T15:34:00.000-05:002004-06-17T15:38:47.246-05:00

OH! I can't believe I didn't think of this quiz first! Sheesh, it's only one of the most important movies of the 1980's (a close second behind "Ferris Beauller's Day Off" of course). Hah, as if THESE results came as any big surprise..... You're Claire Standish! A "princess" witha dysfunctional family. You're known to:shop,being center of attention, and playingmiss popularity. But really though

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1087492732883643532004-06-17T12:17:00.000-05:002004-06-17T13:03:17.693-05:00

This makes me really glad I'm safe and sound over here at Blogspot. *phew* UPDATE: Yahoo has since re-worded the headline on this article to read "Web logger" (as opposed to "Blogger" as it read before), apparently to clear up this confusion. Now playing: Um, shoot. I was so busy this morning, I forgot to turn on the radio!

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1087408959973044142004-06-16T13:00:00.001-05:002008-05-13T13:19:25.882-05:00

Do NOT get me a prescription for these patches. I've got too much of a sex-drive as it is...Now playing: "Date Rape Song" - SublimeNo, I will never, ever, ever tire of this song. And apparently 93.3 knows this, as they are still playing it in heavy rotation.

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1087395318593570002004-06-16T10:12:00.000-05:002004-06-16T10:53:41.906-05:00

A Musical Meme…. And for once, I didn’t steal it from James. Since I am such a music NUT, I figured I’d pick your brains about what sorta stuff you listen to….. (this was conceived this morning while sitting in bumper to bumper traffic trying to cross the bridge). 1. What is your favorite musical artist/group now? 2. What was your favorite musical artist/group ten years ago? 3. What was your

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1087400553729514052004-06-16T10:00:00.000-05:002004-06-16T10:54:13.150-05:00

This is the first I've heard/read about this incident (yes, apparently I've been living in a cave lately!), but I can't believe a grown man would do this to a kid! However, sounds like the kid is doing just fine, and has gotten some good publicity to boot! Now playing: "Slither" - Velvet Revolver I'm diggin' this tune lately!

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1087323965563052222004-06-15T13:19:00.000-05:002004-06-15T13:26:05.563-05:00

I work with a couple of girls who are a bit younger than I am. By "a bit," I mean about 10 years. Most of the time, this isn't an issue, though we (the 'older' women) do pick on them from time to time. And then there are times when something comes flying out of the 21-year-olds mouth that just causes me to shake my head in exasperation. Today she's listening to the 80's radio station (she

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1087319203093589832004-06-15T12:02:00.000-05:002004-06-15T12:06:43.093-05:00

And hey, after those... *ahem* enhancements a couple weeks back how could I not? Nah, but seriously. I joined my first webring. I love my Cleavage may very well be the only non-work safe Blogring around! Whoo hooooo! Anyway, do be sure to toddle off to the sidebar over there and check out the other members. Support the cleavage! Now playing: "Dance to the Music" - Sly and the Family Stone

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1087317564892989392004-06-15T11:36:00.001-05:002008-05-13T13:20:06.391-05:00

The GoodI paid $1.92 for (regular) gas this morning. WHOOO HOOOOO! That's $0.07 less than I've been paying for the last month. There IS light at the end of the tunnell!The BadUmmm....and the....Anyone else notice the new changes to Yahoo mail today? NICE! 100mb of storage ROCKS! I'm so happy! (ok, so it doesn't take much to please me these days).Now playing: "Pretty Woman" - Roy Orbison

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1087231217655327302004-06-14T11:35:00.000-05:002004-06-14T11:40:17.656-05:00

I'm all for a relaxed work environment, but I don't know that I want to be surfing porn with my co-workers. Now playing: "Just One Look" - Doris Gregory

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1087218932881221802004-06-14T08:06:00.001-05:002008-05-13T13:20:32.739-05:00

Ah, nevermind.Now playing: "Gimme a Little Sign" - Brenton Wood

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1087217656369859242004-06-14T07:43:00.002-05:002008-05-13T13:21:07.008-05:00

Well, my roommate successfully (finally!) dragged my ass out of the house yesterday. I've been very good at making up excuses to get out of social engagements this week, since Jeff left. I've just not been in a real happy-fun-social mood. I've been in the mood to sulk and cry and sit around on the couch in my jammies watching "90210" re-runs on FX (not to mention "Newlyweds" on MTV).So Lauren and

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1087216974702444412004-06-14T07:41:00.000-05:002004-06-14T07:42:54.703-05:00

...please refrain from using it at ALL! "...so we was out in the back yard and he was EMERGED in the pool." Um, didja mean "SUBmerged" perchance? Arrrggghh.

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1086978373480055132004-06-11T13:23:00.000-05:002004-06-11T13:26:13.480-05:00

What sort of world are we living in that kids in junior high school can no longer enjoy an innocent food fight without fear of getting arrested? Now playing: "I'll follow the sun" - The Beatles Arguably, one of the most beautiful songs they ever recorded.

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1086977629826851622004-06-11T13:11:00.000-05:002004-06-11T13:13:49.826-05:00

Shamelessly stolen from Minnesota Diva. You are a temptress Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You? brought to you by Quizilla Now playing: "Maggie May" - Rod Stewart

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1086973151927219762004-06-11T11:57:00.000-05:002004-06-11T11:59:11.926-05:00

I guess I'm in this super-sentimental mood today (that, or I'm bored at work). Did I mention that Sam's Bridal Shower involved some bareback (and barefoot) horseback riding? Yes, it's amazing what one can be coerced into once they've had about 45 Key Lime Martinis. Now playing: "Wild Thing" - The Troggs

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1086969435064768132004-06-11T10:55:00.001-05:002008-05-13T13:21:47.326-05:00

.....

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1086968873212934402004-06-11T10:46:00.000-05:002004-06-11T10:55:29.726-05:00

Just going through some of the pics I got developed last weekend. This is a classic one from the wedding.

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1086968549852359962004-06-11T10:37:00.000-05:002004-06-11T10:42:29.853-05:00

"Perfect Password" A woman was helping her husband set up his computer, and at the appropriate point in the process, told him he would now need to enter a password. Something he will use to log on. The husband was in a rather amorous mood, and figured he would try for the shock effect to bring this to his wife's attention. So, when the computer asked him to enter his password, he made it

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1086955509823089242004-06-11T06:57:00.000-05:002004-06-11T07:05:09.823-05:00

Last night, around 5:45, I happened to flip by C-Span, which was broadcasting people filing past President Reagan's casket to pay their respects. The scene was quite tranquil, people shuffling along quietly, never taking their eyes off the casket at the center of the Rotunda. From what I could gather, it appeared that there was a representative from each branch of the Armed Forces, standing at

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1086896924957088712004-06-10T14:47:00.000-05:002004-06-10T14:48:44.963-05:00

Today is a very sad day indeed.

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1086873472965924622004-06-10T08:55:00.000-05:002004-06-10T08:54:47.653-05:00

While Eric is on vacation, his guest-bloggers are wreaking havoc over at his place. It's been a terribly amusing week indeed (afterall, Eric's are large shoes to fill!). But today's offering from Geoffrey takes the cake. What can I say, I share his pain. I work with similarly inconsiderate people. Cretins. Meanwhile, poor Lilly is experiencing a bit of intestinal distress of her own.

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1086875435347670962004-06-10T08:45:00.000-05:002004-06-10T08:50:35.346-05:00

Hhhrrrummmph. I will not be sending flowers to poor lil Britney. Afterall, did it make news when I hurt MY knee a couple weeks back? Did the Associated Press rush to publish it when I fell flat on my ass in excruciating pain? Did Reuters give a rat's ass when I felt as if my kneecap was going to explode from it's fleshy prison? Did The New York Post rush to my side as I stood precariously

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1086872957775342442004-06-10T08:06:00.001-05:002008-05-13T13:22:34.139-05:00

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... I wanted to provide you all with an accurate representation of what I look like while I'm working (or blogging).

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Seriously. This would be just my luck. What I'm confused about is where was the guy she was having sex with as she walked home, clutching paper to cover her body? Perhaps did her flatmate/boyfriend lock her out BECAUSE she was out having sex in the park (apparently with someone else?) Now playing: "Play that Funky Music (White Boy)" - Wild Cherry

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... I got a breast augmentation a couple weeks back?

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Ok, so they are coming out of the woodwork.By "they" I mean guys I've either dated in the past, or expressed interest in when I was single. And yet, already they're calling me, "so how are you and the boyfriend doing?" "You sound down... call me tonight so we can talk..." or "What's your cell # again? I lost it."Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck.I don't get it. If I went looking for them, these guys

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Sometimes I wish I DIDN'T know what people were actually looking for when they happen upon my blog. This post is dedicated to you perverts out there who OBVIOUSLY didn't come looking for my rants and whining. 17:57:07 bachelorette party, drunk panties (Google) 18:02:01 loverboy fucking the bride in her bachelorette party (Google) 11:24:07 pictures of people skinny-dipping not knowing of the

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Seeing as I've been doing an excess of crying, sniffling and feeling sorry for myself the last day or so, I figured it warrranted a new poll. So get to clickin'! Now playing: "Away we go Away" - Bramhall Yes, I'm STILL listening to the same CD... have been over and over today. Wanna make sumfin of it?

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Well leave it to James to supply me with the latest in memes.... But this one has a twist! These questions are for YOU to answer (via comment or email, if you prefer)... 1. Who are you? 2. Have we ever met? 3. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. 4. Describe me in one word. 5. What reminds you of me? 6. If you could give me anything, what would it be? 7. Ever wanted to tell me

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...and then there are days like today where they totally redeem themselves. I just went outside to move my car for the guy who parks behind me... and looked up to find our flag flying at half-staff. Rest in peace, Ronnie.

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The USS J.F.K. has officially gone out to sea. And on it, the love of my life, Jeffrey. I'm sad, but I'm also numb. With so much chaos going on over the weekend, plus his parents, his son, and everything that goes along with them, we didn't have so much as a moment's peace together. I feel like we didn't even get to say good-bye properly. After he walked up the gangplank to board the boat,

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... or is it? What Classic Movie Are You?personality tests by similarminds.com Stolen from David, who stole it from James.

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I gotta say.... In bright sunlight, shiny fabrics are flattering to NO ONE. And I do need to mention, I've got literally about 72 bobby pins in my hair... it defied gravity. And it hurt like hell. Oh, and as for why I had nearly passed out? I had somehow injured my knee the day before the wedding, and then attempted to stand on grass in 4" heels, in 90 degree weather. At some point, I "

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OH! The photographer for Sam and Roy's wedding set up a website with all the proofs from the wedding pics!! They are BEAUTIFUL! Apparently they took over 1400 shots, so I haven't had a chance to go through them all yet, but here's a cute one of Jeff and I walking back up the aisle following the ceremony (mind you, this is about 2 seconds after I nearly passed out... long story... I'll get to

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More about the evil (future) MiL.... When Jeff spoke to her last night about his Ex's refusal to release Brandon to her, she stated that this was a scheme the Ex and I had concocted to keep her grandson away from her, because we don't like her. Um yeah, that's exactly it. I have nothing better to do with my time than plot with my boyfriend's ex-wife ways to piss off his mother. Uh huh.

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I experienced a sad, sad loss last night. My favorite bra, Buffy, passed away last night. It's my own fault, really. I knew better than to toss her in the washer, then cruelly bake her in the dryer. But I did it anyway. Time and time again, she rinsed, she spun, she tumbled. And yet, she came through it like a trooper, each and every time. She was always there to support me. Buffy was

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Jeff leaves Monday. That's three days away. I'm still not dealing with this well. In fact, the stress/anxiety over it is causing me to not sleep, not eat, and drink just a WEE bit too much. (Okay, maybe more than a "wee bit.") However, this diet of Beer and Diet Coke seems to be working for me - I've lost about 7 lbs in the last week (and apparently it shows, as my dear friend Sam slapped my

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A little humor to start off the morning. (For some reason I pictured Eric as I read this)... This is the ultimate response to a Dear John letter. You gotta love a man like this. Humor in the face of defeat. A Marine was deployed to Afghanistan. While he was there he received a letter from his girlfriend. In the letter she explained that she had slept with two guys while he had been gone and

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After all the drama of the last few weeks, I needed this. Yes, all it takes to lift my spirits is a few computer-generated kind words. *sigh* NNaughtyAAccurateTTerrificAAmazingSSillyHHardworkingAAppealingName / Username: Name Acronym GeneratorFrom Go-Quiz.com Courtesy of Lilly, who found it via Scott.

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Warning: THIS POST MAY TEETER ON THE VERGE OF TOO MUCH INFO. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Now, up to this point, I've spared you, my dear reader, from the details of my *ahem* sexlife. I figure you just don't really care to hear that stuff right? Now, I don't intend to make a habit of crossing that line (especially since Jeff is about to leave, and I will HAVE no sexlife for six months). But I

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Well, I was in need of some lighthearted fun, and seeing as it's been DAYS (sheesh, at least 5 or 6) since I've done a meme, I figured, "What the hell, let's steal this one from Dick!" 1. Do you try to look hot when you go to the grocery store just in case someone recognizes you from your blog? Oh my word, no. I barely have any pictures of myself linked to my blog, not to mention the fact that

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Months ago, Jeff and I began discussing the idea of my visiting his son from time to time (whatever we could get his Ex to agree to), to get pictures of him, have him draw and write things for Jeff so I could send them to him, and to take him down to visit Jeff's parents. Well, Jeff approached his Dad with the idea on Sunday. Dad was warm to it, but said Jeff needed to run it by his mother. At

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*phew* Helluva weekend. And no, not in the good way. I took a couple of days off to extend the holiday weekend, in order to spend some time with Jeff, help him get packed, etc.... His parents (as well as younger sister, and her two young children) came up as well, which was an additional source of stress in an off itself. See, his Mom... well... how shall I put this? Oh wait, Jeff doesn't

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It's been one hell of a week, on many levels. Work has been.. .well... very trying. I don't recall experiencing stress of this level ever before. I have never come so close to grabbing my keys and purse and walking out before. I have never had work issues drive me to tears not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES in one day - and all before 11:30 a.m. But enough about that. We've also had

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Sometimes I love Quizilla, and sometimes I feel as if it's been taken over by 13 year olds wearing Mudd Jeans and glitter lipgloss. This little number has restored my faith (no pun intended) in the beast that is Quizilla. You are Romans. Which book of the Bible are you? brought to you by Quizilla And giving credit where credit is due, I found this via Wanda.

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I must issue a quite apology. Last month, I registered to become a part of "Free for All Friday," but then the month just got away from me, and I didn't do my part to actually participate in it this month. I guess when I registered, I didn't think to read all the guidelines and figure out just what I'm supposed to do, and how! So for those who came here looking for a guest-writer, sorry! It's

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As I commented on another blog, I keep running across this lil "The Nine Layers of Me" (heh) meme. I've attempted no less than 4 times to complete it. Really. But it's just so damned long! However, seeing as James isn't real keen on allowing others to learn about him, and yet HE managed to complete it, I felt I might as well just bite the bullet and DO IT. So here goes.... LAYER ONE: --

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Well, they finally tied the knot. After months and months of planning, obsessing and stressing (not to mention all the parties, the out of town guests and the cross-country trip to meet family), our dear friends Sam and Roy got married yesterday. It was, in all honestly, the most perfect and fun wedding I've ever attended. It was a late-afternoon, outdoor wedding, and the sea-breeze came along

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My curiosity got the better of me. I've noticed I often have many site referrals from Google. Now, no matter how ego-centric I might get (hah, as if), I know damned well these people aren't actually looking for me (at least not most of them). So I've been DYING to know just what these people were indeed searching for when they happened upon lil ol me. Well, thanks to Sarah (who piqued my

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After a few post-free days, I've gotta get myself warmed up... so let's see what's on the menu today... Finale:: "Friends" Martial arts:: Jackie Chan Flirt:: Heh... um... ME! Energy:: Electricity Flavor:: Vanilla Guess?:: Jeans Accomplishment:: Success Prom:: Night Diploma:: Graduation Bloody:: Mary Now playing: The Boys (Jeff and son) are playing "The Simpsons Road Rage" on X-box.

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One year ago today, a boy and a girl made a date. A blind date. Being the (over) cautious sort that she is, the girl opted to meet the boy at his home, rather than allow him to pick her up at hers. Nervously, she got out of her car, palms sweating, high-heeled sandals already biting into her feet as she clicked up the walkway to the door. She took a deep breath, knocked at the door, and

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"We've been blessed lately with some beautful weather... but that sunshine is becoming a bigger and bigger issue." - John Gaughan, Channel 4 News, Jacksonville Um, hello? I don't know about YOU, John, but in my book? That sunshine is a major element of the afore-mentioned beautiful weather. Ya fruitloop.

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Well, things might be looking a little better with regard to the kids in the neighborhood. I ran into "the girl who watches them" as I was leaving to run some errands yesterday. She told me she discussed things with the mom of the children yesterday, and said she'll be glad to stay home with the kids during the day (apparently they're already out of school), but that she intends to get a job (

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A while back I posted (ranting) about some cute little kids in Jeff's neighborhood, who seem to be somewhat neglected. Well, yesterday, I inadvertently got drawn into the story. Now let me preface this by saying, the kids (particularly the little boy) have become more brazen in their cries for attention. Monday night, upon arriving home from work with two armloads of groceries, the little boy

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I'm on vacation. Mind you, I'm not basking in the sunshine on some tropical island. I'm not swaying in a hammock on the porch of some rustic mountain cabin. I'm not filling my mind with art and culture in a museum. But I'm not at work. Yipppeee! I had a few vacation days I needed to use up, so I opted to take off Tuesday through Friday this week. Since I went to work on Monday, it feels

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*phew* WHATTA WEEKEND! As expected, I had an awesome weekend in Orlando. We managed to conquer 3 parks - Magic Kingdom, Animal Kingdom, and MGM. The weather was spectacular, we timed everything just right so we got on all the rides we wanted with no (or minimal) waiting, and we just had a WONDERFUL time. Word to the wise... I've always had people tell me "Stay on property!" and never

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Playoffs:: Games Morris:: The Cat Break up:: Make up Eggs:: Omelet Parker:: Posey Hardy Boys:: Nancy Drew Deluxe:: accommodations Protection:: Condom Girl Scout:: Cookies Salsa:: Flamenco Still recovering from my weekend adventures... will post later. Too tired, and too overworked right now to complete cohesive thoughts. Now playing: "Behind Blue Eyes" - Limp Bizkit

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Well, the day got better (as Jeff had promised me) once I got home... By the time I left work yesterday, I was a weepy mess. My day at work had been SO hellish, I just wanted to crawl into a hole and cry. Jeff came home, changed into shorts, and really didn't do or say much of anything, but was trying to cheer me up. But he hadn't gotten me a card, or anything, so I was feeling sorry for

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Upon arriving to work, two of the girls in my department sang "Happy Birthday" to me... terribly off-key, but sweet nonetheless.... Then my Mom and Step-Dad confererence called me from their respective offices, and sang to me again. Then when I checked voicemail, there was another duet from them awaiting me.... Two girlfriends took me out for lunch today (Mongolian BBQ), where an attractive (

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Yup. I'm 32. Happy happy, joy joy. I had actually gotten over my whole birthday blues trauma, and was looking forward to today... but now, I'm wishing I had stayed in bed. I have a sore throat and I'm congested. I went to iron a (white) shirt, and got black, charred crap all over it. And then I went to make myself some tuna salad for a sandwich, and as I was draining the white albacore, the

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I can always count on James for the latest and greatest in memes..... 1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. ”Pre-glued outside closure strip.” (Technical/Installation manual for metal roofing) 2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? My “In” basket. 3. What is the last thing you watched on TV? First Coast News @ 6:00 a.m. 4. WITHOUT

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*sigh* Oh, the single life. While I may be happily (usually) attached right now, there was a time when I was a not-so-happy singleton. Let me clarify... I didn't have a problem with being SINGLE, so much as I despise the entire game of dating. It's a ridiculous sport. I know all these girls (and guys) who LOVE it. Who actually ENJOY it as a pastime. I am not one of those people. Reading

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Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me withNatashaosisCause:psychologicalSymptoms:paralysis, groin swelling, sweating, excessive hot flushesCure:drink lots of waterEnter your name, for your own diagnosis: Strangely, the symptoms aren't too far from the truth (except for the paralysis) I'll admit, I stole this from Rae, but it was too good to pass up. Now playing: "All Through the Night" - Cyndi

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Those Crazy Brits have finally proven what I've been claiming all along! We ARE indeed better drivers than you men! Now playing: "It's My Life" - No Doubt

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I don't know why I'm always so tickled by these silly games (the baseball penguin is still my favorite, but the slap the monkey was also rather amusing). So, to that end, please enjoy my latest discovery (thanks Woody!) Redneck Video Game Now playing: "That Girl" - Stevie Wonder

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I frequently peruse the Blogrolls of those whom I enjoy reading, in hopes of finding other informative/funny/well-written blogs to become addicted to. Cubichell is one that I would frequently see listed but, until Friday, had never taken the time to read. Do I regret this oversight or what? Do yourself a favor and trot on over to read this. Whether you're trapped like a rat working for

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Thanks, Scott, for reminding me about this! You know where I can be found from 7:30 to 8:00 each night this week!

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Gettin' the brain warm on a Monday morning.... I'm finding this one especially amusing following Saturday's adventures. 1. If you had a farm, what would you name the following animals: Pig, Cow, Goose, Chicken and Horse (assume these are show animals and not food.) Pig - Petunia Cow - Flossie Goose - Einstein Chicken - Shit Horse - Breezy 2. What are the top ten spices you use in cooking and

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Mitty hosted the Bridal Shower for Sam on Saturday... and I must say, that girl knows how to throw a party! Since the Bride-to-be loves Mexican food, she made (and I mean HOMEmade) a PLETHORA of Mexican dishes... chicken enchiladas, 7-layer dip, chicken taquitos, spinach/artichoke dip, and a number of other foods I can't even recall... add to that pitchers and pitchers of Sangria, Beer

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*sigh* I'm in a bit of a pleasantly relaxed haze. It's been one of those weekends... one of those utterly perfect, terribly busy yet still relaxing weekends. One where I accomplished very little, but managed to have a ton of fun. Jeff and I did something novel this weekend - we went out on a date. More specifically, we had "Friday Date Night." I mention this simply because it's so easy to

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So here it is, Sunday night, and I'm feeling like Bloggin. So I log into Blogger and *Whammo!* it's all different! New layout, new "dashboard" feature, and best of all, new templates! Whoo hooo! So what do I do? Without even thinking, I go and pick a new one. I'm forgetting one minor detail here, however..... the fact that I made a ZILLION changes/additions to my old pink page (hah, and you

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Vagina:: Pussy Racism:: Disgusting Mother's Day:: Love Fire alarm:: Loud Elvis:: Fat Pregnant:: Life Vacation:: Freedom Waffles:: Whipped cream Perpendicular:: Upright Hospital:: Gown Now playing: "Happy Together" - The Turtles (I think this is the Turtles.... could be the Zombies or any one of a million other "the" bands of the 60's and 70's. But I think it's the Turtles. That's my story

Neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14385735994729030616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5997917.post-1083946443875529842004-05-07T11:14:00.000-05:002004-05-07T16:20:13.840-05:00

As long as I'm angry with the world today, I'm gonna rant a little (ok, maybe not just a little). There is this group of people who live in the townhouse caddy-corner (kitty-corner?) to Jeff. I refer to them as a group (rather than a family) because it's an ever-changing assortment of characters. There have been domestic disputes, cops have come out, and it's a never-ending drama. Now, here's

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Various local news stories has inspired today's poll. What can I say - I'm in a super pissy mood today. People disgust me. That having been said, thank you to all the pervs who responded to my last poll... The "Dirty Lady Cop" won by a landslide, though we had two write-in votes: one for the "naughty school girl" and one for the "naughty librarian." My apologies to Dick and David for the

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