Saturday, January 28, 2006

I Love You Too, D

Only Because D Tagged Me...

Four Jobs You Have Had In Your Life:
1. Western Sizzlin': cleaning the salad bar at nights, and running the register/taking orders during open hours.
2. Burger King (6 years)
3. Walmart: Lasted 2 weeks in the bakery, overnight shift from 9pm-9am, 6 days a well as classes.
4. Hobby Lobby: Going on 2 years in August of 2006

Four Movies You Could Watch Over and Over:
1. Harry Potters
2. Practical Magic
3. The Craft
4. A Beautiful Mind

Four Places You Have Lived:
1. Tulsa, Oklahoma
2. Bartlesville, Oklahoma
3. Wichita, Kansas
4. Owasso, Oklahoma

Four TV Shows You Love(d) to Watch:
1. Boston Public
2. Myth Busters
3. Lost
4. Ghost Hunters (I'm with E on this one)

Four Places You Have Been on Vacation:
(wow, only four...?)
1. London, England
2. Paris, France
3. Lucerne, Switzerland
4. Heidelberg, Germany
5. Las Vegas, Nevada: seems to be the basis of most of my family's road trips, so I had to mention this one too. We drive and see all the sights in between.

Four Places You Want to Visit:
1. Scotland/Ireland
2. Australia
3. Paris and Switzerland again
4. The Caribbean would be nice too.

Four Websites You Visit Daily:
1. Stacey's Blog
2. Dawn's LJ
3. Lynlee's Blog
4. Elizabeth's Blog
5. And PostSecret every Sunday

Four of Your Favorite Foods:
(I have to pick some favorites...? You see my profile pic? I like food, and it shows :ob)
1. Any kind of Seafood
2. Any kind of Pasta
3. My mommy's Chicken and Dumplings, mmmmmm (I really like her Potato Soup too, but the C&D is the best)
4. SoS and Creamed Spinach
5. Frozen Pizza is really yummy too

Four Things Currently on the Floor in Your Car:
(OmG...only 4?!?)
1. Books, Backpack, and Pencil Container from my classes
2. Sunblockers: the ones that fold out to put in your window when you leave your car.
3. My CD case
4. Trash

Four Bloggers You are Tagging
1-4. Stacey
I just don't know anyone else, that wasn't tagged already :o(

Thursday, January 26, 2006

That's Just Creepy...

Your Birthdate: December 2

You're so intuitive, it's like you have a sixth, seventh, and eighth sense.

You connect with others freely and easily - and you tend to have many best friends.

Warm and caring, it's hard for you to close your heart to anyone.

Affection is like air for you - you need to give and receive it to survive.

Your strength: Your universal compassion
Your weakness: Your unpredictable mood swings
Your power color: Mauve
Your power symbol: Butterfly
Your power month: February

LOL, and one just for funny:
You Are 55% Addicted to Blogthings

You're a Blogthings fiend - addicted but not totally dependent. So what if you know your personality type by heart?And while you may feel like Blogthings is crack... There are people much worse off than you!

Monday, January 23, 2006



You're blue — the most soothing shade of the spectrum. The color of a clear summer sky or a deep, reflective ocean, blue has traditionally symbolized trust, solitude, and loyalty. Most likely a thoughtful person who values spending some time on your own, you'd rather connect deeply with a few people than have a bunch of slight acquaintances. Luckily, making close friends isn't that hard, since people are naturally attracted to you — they're soothed by your calming presence. Cool and collected, you rarely overreact. Instead, you think things through before coming to a decision. That level-headed, thoughtful approach to life is patently blue — and patently you!

What's Your True Color?
(you will have to enter your e-mail address to do this one)

Saturday, January 21, 2006


Since I'm not feeling well, and I called in from work...I will thief some blog tests again, from D:

I was the same goddess as D, but it won't show up right on mine.

Your Perfume is Glow
Fresh, sexy, and clean.
You're real, intimate, and exciting.
Your lush sensuality appeals to men...
And you're as sexy as Jennifer Lopez.
Power scents: Orange flower, grapefruit, and citrus.


You Are a Carnation
You are down to earth and grounded. You tend to be more traditional than trendy. Your confidence gets you through anything. People trust you and are very loyal to you.


You Are Trinity

"Touch me and that hand will never touch anything again."


You Are Chocolate Ice Cream
Dramatic. Powerful. Flirty.

(not D's, these are my own)

You Should Get An Asian Inspired Tattoo

Mysterious and expressive. You like to show off, but you also like to keep some allure.
Your Are a Blue Rose
You represent the unattainable and fantasies
Your vibe: larger than life and intoxicating
Falling in love with you is: like seeing a whole new world

Thursday, January 19, 2006


My mom talked me into getting the flu and pneumonia shots because I'm sick all the time and I have asthma...I have never, in my life, felt so much pain in a muscle before. The flu shot went over fine, burned a little going in and the muscle ached for a little while after. The pneumonia shot didn't hurt going in, didn't have any after affects, and I thought that was it...oh no...I woke up this morning in tears because I tried to turn over in my sleep and rolled over onto my left arm and excruciating pain shot up and down my arm. My arm muscle is locked up and is very painful from my neck down, and any little movements put me in tears again...

Now...I've never had either shot, but is this a normal reaction?

It's a damn good thing that shot is good for 10 years, because there is no way in hell I'd put myself through this every year...

Oh, and btw:
Your 2005 Song Is

Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day

"My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating"

In 2005, you bummed everyone out. Like you care.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006


As much as I don't like Britney, I actually kind-of like this song. If it had to be her, I guess it'll do:

Your Stipper Song Is

Toxic by Britney Spears

"With the taste of your lips I'm on a ride You're toxic I'm slippin' under"

You may dance for someone - but only to weaken their defenses.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Funny Story

My dad just sent me this really funny story. I don't know who the author is, but if this really happened, it's kind-of long, but pretty funny.

I never dreamed slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did I suspect! The weather has been unseasonal and warm in Austin, so I got the bikeout to go for a ride. I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it -- it was that close. I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact. Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels, I discovered, can take care of themselves! Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming VTX with steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, "Bonzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The leap was nothing short of spectacular... as he shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and impacted me squarely in the chest. Instantly, he set upon me. If I did not know better, I would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!

Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing...I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw. That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary angry squirrel.This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH! Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact; he landed squarely on my back and resumed his rather antisocial and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a VTX can only have one result. Torque. This is what the VTX is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared and the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The VTX screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in ... well ... I just plain screamed.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn-t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel and with a demonic squirrel on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder. With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody's tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle ... my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little effect against the massive power of the big cruiser. About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he is an evil mutant NAZI attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got INSIDE my full-face helmet. As the face plate closed part way, he began hissing in my face. I am quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little effect on the squirrel, however. The RPMs on The Dragon maxed out (since I was not bothering with shifting at the moment) so her front end started to drop.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse. Finally I got the upper hand... I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked ... sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of -- so to speak.

Picture a new scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork. Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roaring by and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car. I heard screams. They weren't mine... I managed to get the big motorcycle under control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross street. I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really. Except for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides of the patrol car were flung wide open. The cop from the passenger side was on his back, doing a crab walk into somebody's front yard, quickly moving away from the car. The cop who had been in the driver's seat was standing in the street and was aiming a riot shotgun at his own policecar. So the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to "let the professionals handle it" anyway. That was one thing. The other? Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the squirrel in the back window, shaking his little fist at me. That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car. A some what shredded patrol car... but it was all his. I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made a gentle right turn off of Brice Street, and sedately left the neighborhood. I decided it was best to just buy myself a new pair of gloves... and some Band-Aids.

The Room

If you wish to take this "quiz" take it before you read mine, get your own results, and then you can read mine. It's kind-of neat at how close to realistic it is.

The James Gang: Creative: The Room

Your Room

The Window:

Your Attitude
Your choice of the "wild flowers" window reveals a naturally optimistic personality. You are a colorful, earthy, wild, vibrant, blossoming, bending,nurturing, and air-headed thinker. You are not neat or tidy -- in fact you enjoy chaos and have learned to co-exist with seedy life around you. Your fascination with natural childbirth has meant that you have sown your seeds far and wide. You are into natural regeneration in your personal environment. You feast on granola, acorns and grass and No Doubt swam naked at Woodstock, or a Tragically Hip, Willie Nelson, Fleetwood Mac, Marianne Faithful, PJ Harvey or some such concert.

The Music:
Your Lover
You rock while your partner rolls creating a pulsing beat that reaches to your very core. Your passion is deep and demanding, yet can often be fickle as it is pulled from one trend to the next, constantly trying to find a real hot groove.
Click to Play!

The Pictures:

Your Relationships
Revealing an adventurous, possibly madcap person who scavenges friends and relations from the scrap-metal heap of life and then through superior insight helps them to realize their fine talents so they too may soar above the clouds in riveting pirouettes of grace and death-defying stunts.

The Garbage:

Your Problems
Problems are no stranger to you. Your generous, hard-working nature has left you open to everyone dumping their problems on you daily. While this would cause worry and stress for lesser mortals, you have accepted your lot in life with maturity and humility, understanding that other people's problems are bringing you one step closer to salvation.

The Clock:

Your Future
Your future is in plastics. Like the character (Dustin Hoffman) from The Graduate, you recognized early on the importance of plastic to maintaining a beautiful, hard body glowing with good health. Your face is a reflection of your quirky energy and ability to conceive new ideas with innovative flair. You have a long life ahead of you which is well warranted for one who radiates such happiness.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

I'm Sorry

Since I can't post comments on your blog yet, D, I will sympathsize with you on here. You have exactly what I've been dealing with that the doctor told me was a virus and just had to run it's lingers, and it makes you miserable (or it did for me) and I'm very sorry to hear you are sick. Get well vibes being sent your way.

Oh, and stealing the Harry Potter tests from you too ;o)

The Hogwarts Sorting Hat!

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You scored as Gryffindor. You have been sorted into Gryffindor! You're brave, loyal, and perhaps a little short tempered- if someone says or does something you don't like, you'll make sure they know- and everyone else too- regardless of the consequences.

Gryffindor - 90%
Hufflepuff - 70%
Ravenclaw - 40%
Slytherin - 35%


You scored as Fred and George Weasley. If you went to Hogwarts you would be doing the Weasley Twins. Oooo damn! You are freaky! You are a hell of a women to take on the Weasley twins. Double time!Go head girl, go head get down!

Fred and George Weasley


Cedric Diggory


Victor Krum


Ron Weasley


Harry Potter


Draco Malfoy


Percy Weasley


No one, your a prude


(I agree with D, only cause Sev wasn't on there)

Harry Potter Character Combatibility Test

You scored as Albus Dumbledore. You are very wise, observant, and analyctical. You have a very "well-organized" mind, which makes you function in a calm and fair manner. Though you get angered easily, its rare of you to ever act our of temper. You are constantly seeing the good in people and are naturally forgiving because of it. You're easy to please and a great person to learn from.

Remus Lupin


Albus Dumbledore


Bellatrix Lestrange


Harry Potter


Sirius Black


Neville Longbottom


Hermione Granger


Ron Weasley


Luna Lovegood


Severus Snape


Lord Voldemort


Oliver Wood


Draco Malfoy


Percy Weasley


Saturday, January 07, 2006

L's Book Meme

1. Grab the nearest book.
(It's actually Harry Potter Year One, because that's what I'm reading atm)
2. Open the book to page 123.
(The sorting Hat)
3. Find the fifth sentence.
(Hmm...Okay, said by Dumbledore)
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
("And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!")
5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.
(That just so happens to be one of my favorite lines in the first book, hehe :oD)

Friday, January 06, 2006

Stolen From D

Thanks D:

My Hobbit Name is Rosie-Posie Boffin of Needlehole. Whoa.
Roger's is Wilcomb Bracegirdle of Hardbottle.

My Elven Name is Lúthien Calafalas.
Roger's is Ecthelion Súrion.

Full Wizard
Fineto! You scored 80%!
Wow! Impressive. "We can expect great things from you." You must have read the books several times or are just really good at remembering which spell does what. I myself didn't know all the spells until I started writing this test. haha... In any case, if you wanna talk "Harry Potter" with someone, message me. I love meeting other Harry Potter enthusiasts!

Harry Potter Spells Test

" The good fuck"
You are 72 fuckable!
You're about as fuckable as most people, which is not bad. Actually, it's quite healthy! You know how to act and what's appropriate. You know when it's the time and place for what. And people can use that to see you erotically. It's no surprise that you can attract a good number of people. You're what they want! A realistic babe who knows when to get a bit wild! Yeah, I'd fuck you!

How Fuckable Are You?

Thursday, January 05, 2006


Sick again...::frowns:: I cried for like 30 mins yesterday because I feel so horrid and tired of being sick and cramping up because aunt flo started her visit as well. Then Roger had to replace his altinator and cost us $120...what a way to start off the new year.

I hope everyone else is doing better, well wishes sent to you.

Monday, January 02, 2006

Five Months

--Today makes five months with my lovable hunk of a man. I'm so excited, it's been so long and we're still going strong. ::gushes lovingly::

Again, hitching the band wagon:

take the psi-q psychic test yourself

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Happy New Year, 2006

If anyone can believe that it is actually 2006 already, pinch me...geeze 2005 zipped by. A lot happened that year. I broke my foot, I lost a friend, then gained a friend, then I gained a friend then lost a friend, found out some marriages of friends are failing/divorcing, became an "auntie" to two friend's babies, met Roger, fell in love, moved in, moved in my kitty, picked out a baby kitty together (yes Ginger is getting big and scrawny, hehe), went back to work, started my bachelor's for early childhood ed., did my first internship with second graders and thoroughly enjoyed it, was in a car wreck that totalled my mom's car, learned to knit (kind-of), met Roger's Grandparents and some family at Christmas, and so much more. That's just the highlights. The new year's party was fun. Saw Scott with his wife and two kids, and some other friends. We got drunk, toasted to the new year, blew off some non-firework-poppers (since there's a fire ban in Oklahoma with a $2000 fine if caught), and played some cards.

I do believe this is the happiest I've ever been in my life, so what's going to happen? ::frowns::

Anywho, Happy New Year to everyone! Hope you all had fun.