tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50291961976545622072024-03-05T23:57:56.716-05:00Sassafrassand other nonsense.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102304247638762090noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029196197654562207.post-70081359893361511552011-10-19T11:03:00.000-04:002011-10-19T11:03:27.524-04:00Personal QuichesI adore cooking. I adore it so much that I have had to go above and beyond creativity lately so as to make things that are low-carb and/or low-fat. To clarify, I am dating a 135 lb 5'6 guy who can eat whatever he wants and not gain a pound. Sometimes he even loses weight if I feed him too often.<br />
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So really, I needed to realize that I can't eat like him all the time. I am not blessed with his racing metabolism. Either way, here's what I cooked up this morning using some scrap stuff from our fridge.<br />
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Recipe:<br />
<br />5 eggs (beaten)<br />
1/2 cup sour cream<br />
3 T butter (melted)<br />
1/2 package frozen spinach<br />
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1/2 cup shredded cheddar cheese<br />
Salt and Pepper to taste. <br />
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Shredded Mozzarella Cheese (as much as you want!)<br />
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Mix top ingredients well. I found whisking them together works best. Spinach can be added sparingly or in excess, whichever you prefer! I tend to like a lot of Spinach, due to the fact that it's healthy and about the only green type of food I will eat.<br />
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Pour into muffin pan about 2/3 of the way full. I used a giant muffin pan for mine, but I'm sure it would work with a regular sized also. Or even a mini muffin pan for Hors d'oeuvre at a get together! Bake in oven at 350 degrees for 50 minutes (probably took much longer in a giant muffin pan as opposed to a smaller one) I baked them until they were lightly browned on top.<br />
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I hate you. Sometimes, you are really nice to me. Like when my other phone fell in the bathtub, and you came to my aid just in the nick of time; turning on for me and letting me call/text the people I love. Then sometimes, you would wake me up just a little earlier than I set your alarm for, I knew it was because you realized I would be late to work again. Every once in awhile, you would ring on silent when I forgot to turn you on silent. I knew it was because you picked up on the fact that I was at work and would get in trouble if my phone went off.<br />
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But now, I've had enough of you. I was willing to overlook the fact that you would turn off randomly for no apparent reason. I was willing to forget about the beeping for no apparent reason. I was even letting the low battery life cease to frustrate me. Unfortunately, you have now made me so angry that I refuse to even look at you. You were fine last night, I was even texting with multiple friends, the battery life wasn't even bad last night! After awhile, I decided to have a night time chat with a friend for about an hour, and your battery was still kicking! I was so proud of you. After the pleasant conversations, I turned to bed for some much needed sleep and I plugged you into your charger, per usual.<br />
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After sleeping for ten hours, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. It was a wonderful morning. I picked you up off my nightstand to check the time, and was terribly confused as to why you were turned off. No matter, I clicked your power button, you had worked so many times before. I was extremely irritated when you didn't turn on. What the fuck, ENV2?<br />
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I was prepared to give you the benefit of the doubt, though.<br />
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"The outlet probably had a power surge in the middle of the night and needs to be fixed. I will plug you into my living room wall and you will work."<br />
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But alas, phone, you did not work. After growing extremely more frustrated I tried different outlets, a power strip, an outlet in the house. You were broken. I got really mad.<br />
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I hate you,<br />
Thanks for ruining my life/badness level,<br />
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First Example: You are having a fantastic day and say oh I'm doing really well, how are you? End conversation, you both move on your merry way and forget all about each other.<br />
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Second Example: You are having a horrible, no good, very bad day and you want to rip your eyes out because you can't believe that every little thing has gone wrong. In this case, you are torn between saying "Oh, I'm good" which is not only grammatically incorrect, but also better than saying "I'm well," when you are not. Or, you can say absolutely terrible, it is just one horrible, no good, very bad day.<br />
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Then the stranger in question looks at you like you're some crazy phsycho. I can hear it now,<br />
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"Right, I was really just being polite... Thanks for sharing though, crazy lady."<br />
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To put it lightly, I don't deal with strangers well. It's just a thing I have. I think this has something to do with the "don't talk to strangers or you will DIE" concept that I was brought up with by every teacher up until about eighth grade. So anyways, the point is that since I don't make eye contact, talk to, or smile at strangers, especially before peeing, makes it hard for me to understand why they think I am OK with hearing their stories while trying to relieve my bladder.<br />
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Anyways, so woman talk to me while I'm peeing in restrooms all the time. It's always about super inappropriate, mind-boggling, or insane things that I really don't want to know about. It is ALWAYS over-share time when people decide to talk to me in public restrooms. <br />
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So alas, this brings me to the first story I remember when this happened. <br />
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Age: 7-8 years<br />
Scene: St. Francis Xavier Grade School, Girl's restroom with yellow stalls, first floor.<br />
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First potty break of the day.<br />
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We had lines back then for the bathroom. This happened to be one of those days when I was one of the first in line. Usually, I was last in line due to my being the smallest girl there. Little girls are MEAN when it comes to lining up for bathroom break, that's all I'm saying. I happened to really have to pee this time, too. So being in the front of the line made my 2nd grade day SO much better.<br />
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So I'm probably doing something really weird while waiting in the bathroom line. I was a fairly weird child. I passed my time when waiting by doing things such as:<br />
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1) swinging my arms back and forth in a super wide, sweeping motion so that no one could stand within my little 3' arm span. (I didn't like people then, either).<br />
2) Pretend to kick the floor really hard. This was a way to get someones attention. I did this until one time when I actually kicked the floor, stubbed my toe, and broke it.<br />
3) Twirl in circles.<br />
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So anyways, I could have been doing any of these things to pass the time. Finally, my turn came and I went into the gross, pukey, yellow stalls and sat down and started going. Then this girl, who I'm fairly certain was Rachel (though I'm not positive as I never saw her), goes<br />
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"I just peed so long that it was probably more than one of my horses pees..."<br />
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Thanks for sharing...<br />
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I have many others about this particular subject. It really bugs me that people do this... it only felt right to start with the earliest one I can remember.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102304247638762090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029196197654562207.post-5097456572240459842010-06-28T16:57:00.004-04:002010-07-08T13:34:22.925-04:00The Neverending Toy Story...2<a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Blog%20Stuff/peter_pan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Blog%20Stuff/peter_pan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Blog%20Stuff/peter_pan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Blog%20Stuff/peter_pan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Blog%20Stuff/peter_pan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Blog%20Stuff/peter_pan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Blog%20Stuff/peter_pan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Blog%20Stuff/peter_pan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Blog%20Stuff/peter_pan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Blog%20Stuff/peter_pan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Blog%20Stuff/peter_pan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>I have now seen Toy Story 2 at least 20 times. For this, I thank my nephews. Or, in reality, Nathan. God forbid we watch any other "showwwww" besides Toy Story 2. I even volunteered to go rent the original Toy Story! No such luck.<br />
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So anyway, it really got me thinking about how much I think Toy Story is overrated. It's a good Disney/Pixar film for sure, but nowhere near my favorite.<br />
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Which brings me to my awesome thing for Monday... Disney Movies, and my top 5!<br />
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1. Peter Pan. I absolutely adore all the music in this movie. Actually, I love all the music in ALL Peter Pan movies. I just enjoy the story of the boy who never grew up and his adopted mother. Oh, and obviously the jealous fairy. What good would this story be if not for Tinkerbell? She's obviously got it so bad for Peter Pan.<br />
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It'll never work, Tink...The pixie dust would just get in the way.<br />
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What if I married someone named Robin? That would be sweet... though I guess nowadays that's more of a girl's name...<br />
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Plus, I love yellow. Her dress is yellow! I really wish there was such an occasion that I could wear that exact dress to.<br />
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Anyways, I grew up and watched this a couple years ago after my fear of the dark and scary witches went away... well, ALMOST went away. It was quite enjoyable. Now, I love it. The music is absolutely beautiful.<br />
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Perhaps I should bring this over next time I babysit.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102304247638762090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029196197654562207.post-16783685644799715982010-06-23T08:42:00.001-04:002010-07-07T15:17:00.419-04:00Wordless Wednesday - Window Babies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Nathan%20and%20Noah/DSCN1125-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Nathan%20and%20Noah/DSCN1125-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Nathan%20and%20Noah/DSCN1122-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Nathan%20and%20Noah/DSCN1122-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102304247638762090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029196197654562207.post-24887062712323319972010-06-22T10:29:00.001-04:002010-07-07T15:17:41.024-04:00My Dad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Ben%20and%20Joey/DSCN1112-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Ben%20and%20Joey/DSCN1112-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
My Dad.<br />
I can't even imagine where I would be without him. <br />
I started writing this on Father's day, but then I got interrupted by a family baseball game. So, since Father's Day fell on the 20th, here's 20 great things about my Dad. 20 things that make him the best man I know.<br />
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<ol><li>He has 10 children. </li>
<li>He puts up with every single one of us.</li>
<li>He still fishes with the baby of the family, even though when they started he was so tired from running around in the sun playing baseball.</li>
<li>I can't remember a time when he didn't give us everything he had.</li>
<li>He takes us to Cedar Point, where he has ridden so many kiddie rides that make him sick that he probably lost track about 20 years ago.</li>
<li>He works 40 hours + every week so my mom doesn't have to work at all.</li>
<li>He argues with me, but he's <strike>almost</strike> always right.</li>
<li>He didn't kick me out of the house when he found out I had 2 tattoos.</li>
<li>All he asked for and all he wanted for Father's day was to go to church with every single one of his kids and then eat breakfast.</li>
<li>Out of all 21 years of my life, I can't remember a time my Dad didn't make it to a ballet recital, basketball game, volleyball game, race, or anything else I might be missing.</li>
<li>I know he would do anything and everything for any of us kids.</li>
<li>He and I enjoy 2 things, a good beer, and the Beatles.</li>
<li>He is a man of God.</li>
<li>He loves my mother.</li>
<li>He is always quick with a joke to light up our day.</li>
<li>He says good morning every day to me, even if that means being late to work.</li>
<li>He sleeps on the couch on nights that I go out, making sure that I come in OK.</li>
<li>He knows absolutely EVERYONE within a 50 mile radius.</li>
<li>He built us a tree fort when we were little. He also built our house.</li>
<li>He taught us how to add and subtract, play sports, and hammer a nail. We're very well-rounded children. At least I'd like to think we are.</li>
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Now, when I hear someone say "Oh, Marian, like Maid Marian!", I smile and say...<br />
..."Yes, exactly like Maid Marian." <br />
Because who doesn't want to be Maid Marian? She's BAD. ASS. Plus she gets Robin Hood. Win-win. Also, I am obsessed and love all Robin Hood stories, movies, books, ANYTHING.<br />
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Also, another reason I love this movie, it was the first one I watched with my friends I met in high school. The friends I am still close with today. So many memories come with this movie. It never gets old for me. The night we got together to watch this remains the best night of my life.<br />
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<blockquote>Little John: Let me introduce you to my best friend: Will Scarlet. <br />
Scarlet: Scarlet's my middle name. My full name is Will Scarlet O'Hara.<br />
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Scarlet: We're from Georgia.</blockquote><i><b>Coincidence that my favorite quote is about Scarlet O'Hara? hahaha. I told you I liked Gone With the Wind.</b></i><br />
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<blockquote>Yoda: No more training do you require. Already know you, that which you need.<br />
Luke: Then I am a Jedi<br />
Yoda: No. Not yet. One thing remains. Vader. You must confront Vader. Then, only then, a Jedi will you be. And confront him you will.</blockquote><br />
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"Papa! Papa, don't, I'll say anything! Please, papa, I'll say anything you want, tell me what you want me to say and I'll say it... Papa please don't go"<br />
-Susan Martin (A rather touching point of the movie. The little girl hadn't said anything for years since her mother died. When her father was going to return to fight, she yelled after him.)<br />
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I may say the disclosure had quite the opposite effect to the one she intended. It taught me to hope as I had scarcely ever allowed myself to hope before. <br />
-Mr. Darcy<br />
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"There's no place like home."<br />
-Dorothy<br />
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"You brought music back into the house. I had forgotten..."<br />
-Captain Von Trapp <br />
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<blockquote>"I thought you were the Moon and I was your Wolverine. Turns out you're the Trickster, and I'm just the fool who got played."<br />
-Wolverine</blockquote><i><b>Ahh, and haven't we all felt like this at some moment in time?</b></i> <br />
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<blockquote>"I really hope you've found happiness, and if you're ever in need of anything, like someone to love you, don't hesitate to call me"<br />
-Kenneth Bradley</blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Blog%20Stuff/forrestgump.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Blog%20Stuff/forrestgump.jpg" width="151" /></a></div> 10. Forrest Gump: anyone who has seen this knows the reason why. First off, Tom Hanks is absolutely amazing. What a great actor. I haven't been disappointed by him yet. Also, I enjoyed the history part of it. Obviously it wasn't true, but the fact that they used real footage for a lot of it was pretty darn cool.<br />
<blockquote>"My Mama always said you've got to put the past behind you before you can move on."<br />
-Forrest Gump</blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Blog%20Stuff/pearl-harbor-movie-poster-c10077103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i98/smiles4you22/Blog%20Stuff/pearl-harbor-movie-poster-c10077103.jpg" width="138" /></a></div>11. Pearl Harbor: probably the only movie that I like with Ben Affleck. This could be from lack of watching any with him, but I just don't seem to like him all that much. I was never a fan of Josh Hartnett either, but they were both good in this movie. <br />
<blockquote>"That's what I want to come home to, that's what I want to have to think about and dream about. I wanna know that the best part of my life is still ahead of me."<br />
-Rafe</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>"I never knew you's was so light, If I did I woulda carried you everywhere"<br />
-Rocky (talking to his wife, Adrian)</blockquote><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102304247638762090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029196197654562207.post-20749708034432807222010-06-14T13:26:00.001-04:002010-07-07T15:19:28.781-04:002 Awesome Things.I couldn't help but share. Google's Auto-Search-Completer-Thingie.<br />
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Finishing races and getting runners high.<br />
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I have officially run my first 5K since high school, (3.5 years, btw) finished it, and did not die! This is a good thing. <br />
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Next Up: Lodi Corn Festival 5K<br />
Goal: 29:59 or better<br />
Date: July 17<br />
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I didn't prepare for the Bob Bridges. I will train or at least start running every day for the Lodi Corn Festival and I will break 30.<br />
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My Race Blog:<br />
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<div style="color: #6aa84f;"><b>Anthony </b></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><b>Relationship: Big Brother</b></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><b>Sara </b></div><div style="color: orange;"><b><span style="color: #134f5c;">Relationship:Sister-In-Law</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Michael </b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Relationship: Big Brother</b></div><div style="color: #674ea7;"><b>Dave</b></div><div style="color: #674ea7;"><b>Relationship: Honorary Big Brother (aka I've known and loved him so long I call him a big brother)</b></div><br />
7:07 - Start of Race<br />
7:09 - Damn I'm out of breath<br />
7:10 - Dave, you said you were going to stay with me and run this damn thing. Ass (this is after he sprinted ahead of Sara and I to catch up with Anthony) what a loser.<br />
7:13 - Sara, this is insane. Why are we doing this again?<br />
7:14 - OK, setting the pace... I can breathe again. All is well.<br />
7:16 - Hello mile marker 1! Third of the way done!<br />
7:20 - Why the hell is this whole effing race slightly uphill! My calves are killing me. I will walk.<br />
7:22 - Oh, great. There's some youth group kiddies. I'm not a wimp, I promise! Lengthen stride to look bad-ass.<br />
7:24 - Damn you stomach, I should not have consumed so much water.<br />
7:26 - Hello mile marker #2! More than halfway done.<br />
7:27 - Full out power walking now, trying to hide the fact that I'm walking.<br />
7:28 - Full out walking... to hell with pretending. YES! I'm a wimp! I'd like to see YOU run this race, overweight man sitting in his front lawn in his comfy chair laughing at me.<br />
7:31 - Maybe I should start running again, I'm almost at the finish. If I am not out of breath, my brothers will think I'm wimpy.<br />
7:33 - Yeah scratch that, I'll just sprint for a little while right before I turn the corner. That'll work.<br />
7:35 - MARIAN! I came to run you in! (Mike)<br />
7:36 - Mike, I'm about to fucking vomit...( I really don't swear... honest. Well, maybe sometimes, when I'm drunk... or running)<br />
7:37 - Woah, Marian. Watch the language.<br />
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7:38:59 - I will kill you... both. (a sort of super hero punch was given by me at this moment, which involved taking both my arms and throwing punches to either side of me) Kind like the Karate kid did here -------------------><br />
7:40 - Finish, punch my brothers again, visit with friends, smell really bad.<br />
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The End of my Bob Bridges Memorial Run Adventure.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102304247638762090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029196197654562207.post-22905345879210435972010-06-12T13:32:00.004-04:002010-07-09T10:21:54.900-04:00Recap of my FridayI woke up to birds chirping, because my alarm didn't go off. Immediately, I start freaking out because I have this REALLY important interview to go to and I have to look real damn good! A quick glance at my phone tells me I am completely fine because I've got an hour and a half to get there. Crisis Averted.<br />
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I go to the interview, I do an absolutely amazing job at making myself sound fantastic. I then go into town, get some gas, break my phone, and realize that I really don't want to go into work. I call in, ask my boss how it is today, and she goes "it's really not bad, you don't have to come in if you don't want to". NICE. Another crisis averted. (Plus, I wanted to be home in case I received a call about a second interview!)<br />
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Then, I proceeded to go to Sara's and Anthony's house because I needed to use a phone. I would like to say it's because I wanted to visit my sister in law on her birthday, but I completely forgot. For that Sara, I apologize. Happy 26th!<br />
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While there, I was greeted with this hunk of baby cuteness.<br />
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Then, I went home and cleaned our entire house (no easy feat), bought some beer, rented movies, and sat down to watch some before going to a bonfire. Where this happened:<br />
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Ok so there's the reasons why running this race on Saturday sounds like a good idea. Now, let's focus on why it's probably NOT such a great idea. One, I've been saying that I'm going to run this for six months now. In those six months, I was supposed to start training at LEAST a month ago. Have I? Not one bit. I've been on my lazy ass doing absolutely nothing.(I work a LOT! I have two jobs! Don't Judge me!) Two, Due to lack of training, I will most likely fall over and die/not finish the race/walk the entire thing... which is a problem.<br />
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So you see? I am in a pickle. Though it seems more logical that I stay home, eat my chocolate cake and s'mores and wait for the FAM to get back from the race, there seems to be more pros than cons listed up there. So, I am running a race on Saturday. This will be my first race since October, 2006.<br />
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So I'm going to need a lot of luck, and perhaps some perseverance on my end. (Oh, and maybe the ability to get off my ass this week and at least semi try to prepare, a little bit at least)<br />
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(...I really hope I don't die)Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102304247638762090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029196197654562207.post-68116194632476332222010-06-04T16:50:00.001-04:002010-06-04T16:50:59.548-04:00TGIF... & Also WTF?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAJu3_DJuRUQANVG8Q9eNie1KyYs0wxbIk4hJ5J-lFSLQm3iHac3sEcpz9un2j66T0yD3wLpEiZZoBqGxlB_3WNfqYN9MEnEBMFiSsEFHChmD52lBIIlupo3Efh3YQmoH3yzWYL4wQfU/s1600/twia2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAJu3_DJuRUQANVG8Q9eNie1KyYs0wxbIk4hJ5J-lFSLQm3iHac3sEcpz9un2j66T0yD3wLpEiZZoBqGxlB_3WNfqYN9MEnEBMFiSsEFHChmD52lBIIlupo3Efh3YQmoH3yzWYL4wQfU/s320/twia2.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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I don't know about you, but I'm DIEING to let Edward smell me, hoping against all hope that I smell better than Bella Swan, and also hoping that he might kiss me until he wants to bite my neck and suck my blood until it runs dry, COULD I BE SO LUCKY? <span style="color: orange;">See disclaimer #2</span><br />
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I mean really, girls. Have you no pride? Do you not realize that Edward Cullen and Jacob Black and ALL THAT EXISTS IN THE TWILIGHT WORLD IS FAKE!? I mean, sometimes I wonder about the sanity of my generation, that's all I'm saying. Taking a CARDBOARD CUTOUT TO PROM? You are forever going to be "THAT girl". The one who's a psycho maniac, the one who thinks a fictional character is real, the one who brought a fake date to prom. Losers. Sorry, it's what you are.<br />
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Now, I mean nothing against Twilight. I find the books and the movies entertaining, though the movies lack in any sort of acting skills whatsoever, unless you're talking about Billy Burke. & Don't even get me started on Kristen Stewart and her acting skills. I mean nothing against them, the hype is just getting ridiculous. Please stop, for everyone's sake. Thank you.<br />
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<ol><li style="color: red;"><b>Please note I mean nothing against Twilight, but the movies suck. Albeit slightly entertaining, they lack the substance of an actual good film. (Also-Harry Potter beats Twilight. END OF STORY.)</b></li>
<ol style="color: red;"><li><b>Gone with the Wind</b></li>
<li><b>The Wizard of Oz</b></li>
<li><b>ANYTHING with Katherine Hepburn</b></li>
<li><b>Or Audrey, for that matter.</b></li>
<li><b>Forrest Gump</b></li>
<li><b>The Shawshank Redemption</b></li>
<li><b>Star Wars - The ones made in the 70s-80s.</b></li>
<li><b>Casablanca</b></li>
<li><b>Braveheart</b></li>
<li><b>The Patriot</b></li>
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<b><span style="color: orange;">I don't actually feel this way. In case you didn't get the sarcasm obviously dripping from these comments. The fact is, I really think Edward just wants to eat Bella.</span></b>Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102304247638762090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029196197654562207.post-45893879697008700912010-06-02T13:26:00.002-04:002010-06-02T15:28:50.371-04:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Apparently, whilst drinking beer and rum, I eat pop rocks and listen to Patsy Cline while also shaving my legs. I am such a multi-tasker. After all that beer and rum, it's a good thing I'm coming prepared to my shaving event and bringing Advil.<br />
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While at the Plasma Bank, I couldn't help but notice that there was an odd couple there.<br />
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Now, I shouldn't call them an odd 'couple'. They were obviously not together and seemed to have just met. I call them a couple for lack of a better term to call two people. So I suppose I could say "I couldn't help but notice these two people". This phrase, however, doesn't give them the right kind of description either because they were more a 'couple' than they were not. (yes, I am aware that my logic usually doesn't make any sense)<br />
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So I meet these two people (couple, whatever) at the Plasma Bank. I happened to sit next to the man, who eventually introduced himself as Nate. The woman was on my other side. I can't remember her name at the moment; let's call her Kate (just for kicks, since it rhymes with Nate). <br />
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So I have Kate on my left side, and Nate on my right side. The first thing I notice about both of these people is that they are much more, shall I say, attractive? Than most people I meet at the Plasma bank. (I know this sounds extremely judgmental, but I can't help but notice that most people at the Akron Plasma Bank are missing teeth, have uncombed hair, or haven't bathed in awhile). So automatically I notice that Kate and Nate seem to be properly bathed, combed their hair, and seemed to come from some type of office job as they were both "business casual" dressed. After taking in this quick assessment of their appearance, I came to the conclusion that they were about my age, maybe a little older. There were definitely between the ages of 20-25. <br />
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So Kate, Nate, and I sit there bull-shitting for a good fifteen minutes when I start to notice Nate leaning in closer when Kate talked. Kate would do the same thing back and the eye contact was out of control between the two of them. The flirting started, and I notice that Kate was better at it than Nate was. She was batting her eyelashes, laughing too hard at jokes that aren't funny, and unnecessarily touching him when he'd say something exceptionally “interesting”. (It almost made me sick, or laugh out loud, either of the two) Being in the middle of this situation, my initial reaction was feeling extremely out of place and awkward. By impulse though, my mind starts to wander and I daydream the following:<br />
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Imagine this, Kate and Nate start dating, a couple years go by, Nate proposes, they get married. End of story. The funny part is where my brain took me throughout this whole “what if?” story about Nate and Kate going through my head. <br />
<b>What if #1</b><br />
Kate and Nate exchange numbers and go out on a date after their initial Plasma Bank encounter. <br />
<b>What if #2</b><br />
This date leads to another date, which leads to another, which leads to them dating for a year. At this year anniversary, they commemorate the occasion by donating plasma because that’s where they “fell in love at first sight”.<br />
<b>What if #3</b><br />
This one year anniversary leads to a 2 year anniversary, which leads to a proposal of marriage. Nate decides that proposing at the Akron Plasma Bank is an awesome idea because that’s where they first met. He buys the ring, gets down on one knee, and has the really cool announcer man say “Kate, will you marry me.” In his awesome announcer type voice (This guy should seriously be on the radio or giving play-by-plays on football games – he’s that good) (Side note: Nate, Kate, and I actually discussed this while sitting there. This is partly the reason why it got into my story. They think he’s awesome too.)<br />
<b>What if #4</b><br />
After all these years of donating plasma and falling in love with each other, Kate and Nate have a child. 12 years later this child asks his/her mom and dad how they met. Nate and Kate decide to let him/her in on the Plasma Bank love story. The child is speechless, and starts wondering if she’ll get her own Plasma Bank love story one day.<br />
<b>What if #5</b><br />
After all those years of revisiting where they met, they tell the story and I'M in it!? I am the annoying girl sitting between them who was getting in the way of everything.<br />
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No joke, this is where my brain took me after they started flirting. I have no control over this at all. I am aware that I’m unusual and my brain gets carried away. One day, in their Plasma Bank Love Story, Kate and Nate will tell their children that I was the person sitting between them, getting right in the way of all their conversations and all their flirting/number exchanging (which actually did happen, eventually. The number exchanging that is). I will be part of an epic love story.<br />
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Good day, and thank you for wasting time on my ridiculous blog, I hope it made you laugh.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102304247638762090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029196197654562207.post-40206070529363985662010-05-18T12:44:00.003-04:002010-05-18T12:48:22.901-04:00Variations of Marian...... I am called on a regular basis due to inattention.<br />
<ol><li>Mary Ann</li>
<ul><li>This is most common. I am literally called Mary Ann at least 20 times a day. This is no joke. When I ask my respective bosses if I sound like I'm saying Mary Ann on the phone, both say no, no you do not. Meaning, people seriously just don't listen properly. I can't tell you how much this annoys me. If anyone is reading this named Mary Ann, I do not mean any disrespect towards the name, it's a nice name. It's just not mine.<br />
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<li>Mariam </li>
<ul><li>Mariam, though not as common as Mary Ann, would probably be next on my list. This one does not annoy me as much. Mostly because I know that I have a small speech impediment that makes me stumble over n's and m's, making it especially hard to hear over a phone line. This is understandable, I accept.</li>
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<li> Mary</li>
<ul><li>This one, is just ridiculous. Another example of how people don't listen properly. If you're going to call me to order some Jack Posts, or to get some information on how to obtain a credit, then listen for God's sake. (and if not for God's, at least for Marian's). Every time someone calls me this I seriously cringe. If you're going to call me for information, don't go blabbing to one of your coworkers about who you had sex with last night (yes, this happened), don't go talking about the NBA because really it's just going to depress me (note: I live in Cleveland), and don't yell to a coworker halfway across the store about ordering some piping when I DO NOT SELL PIPING if you want some information!! (I digress.....) I'm just saying, don't hold other conversations when you're calling a vendor, it's just rude.</li>
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<li> Marion</li>
<ul><li>On the off-chance that someone actually pronounces my name correctly (which seriously, I just don't get. Marian isn't hard to pronounce, it's not even hard to say. You have no excuse.), they will miss-spell it almost every time. I can't tell you how many faxes I get that have ATTN: MARION on them. This, is the masculine form of Marian. I am not a man.</li>
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<li>Dolores</li>
<ul><li>This, is not a joke. One time, a Home Depot customer called me wanting to know how to order our Jack Posts, how to use them, how to install them, and how to do pretty much ANYTHING with them. We talked for 14 minutes. 15 minutes after getting off the phone, we got a fax from store #1265, to the attention of Dolores. Now, I know what you're thinking, maybe there's a Dolores who used to work here in customer service. Maybe it's an honest mistake. Maybe, just maybe, there was a past Dolores who worked for my company, who put her name in Home Depot's system and that's why I received this fax. ZERO Dolores' have worked here. Oh, and did I mention that I frequently do business with store 1265? This means, since that lovely one time interaction between Mike at the Pro Desk and I over a year ago, that everyone there now calls me Dolores. I haven't corrected them, I haven't the heart. They seem to like Dolores. I don't blame them, she's one fucking awesome woman.</li>
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<li>Marian</li>
<ul><li>I have my actual name in here simply because a man actually got it right yesterday. The first time in the two years I've worked here. He called me Marian the first time I said my name, spelled it right on his purchase order, went on to tell me that his beautiful wife of 40 years is also named Marian, and then proceeded to tell me I sounded too young to have such an old fashioned name, but that I sounded like a beautiful girl so it fits me, just like it did his wife. Then he pretty much told me his entire life story about where they met, his experience with keeping in touch with her during Vietnam, when he finally got to walk her down the aisle, their four children (two girls, two boys), and his grandchildren.</li>
<li>This, was the sweetest thing I've ever heard an old man say. I wish I could travel down to Kentucky to see him. One day, I will find a man who will love me even after 40 years of marriage, and still talk about me like I'm the best thing that ever happened to him. </li>
</ul></ol>His story, MADE MY DAY. So here's to you, Rich of Kentucky TT, may your life be filled with more and more happiness.<br />
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Please note: These are all in order from my favorite album in the entire world and down. I'm sad there's only 15 spots, but decided that it must be a good thing that there's a limit. Otherwise I could go on forever. Also note that besides Hinder, ALL of my favorite bands and albums that are listed here are directly proportional to how awesome their lyrics are. I could make a list of my favorites from a musical score standpoint, but for right now let's stick with these :)<br />
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1. Help! - The Beatles<br />
<blockquote>Big and Black the clouds may be, time will pass away. If you put your trust in me, I’ll make bright your day.<br />
-Tell Me What You See</blockquote>2. A Boy Named Goo - The Goo Goo Dolls<br />
<blockquote>And scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far. Did you lose yourself somewhere out there? Did you get to be a star? And don't it make you sad to know that life, Is more than who we are?<br />
-Name</blockquote>3. There Is Nothing Left to Lose - Foo Fighters<br />
<blockquote>Run and tell all of the angels, this could take all night. Think I need a devil to help me get things right. Hook me up a new revolution, cause this one is a lie. We sat around laughing and watched the last one die.<br />
-Learn to Fly</blockquote>4. Hinder - Take it to the Limit<br />
<blockquote>If I could go back in time, wouldn’t change a damn thing in my life. I love the dumb things we do when we’re young, but the best is yet to come.<br />
-The Best is Yet to Come</blockquote>5. Go - Vertical Horizon<br />
<blockquote>I'm getting on, but what's the use? You know how I get, I can't decide which is the truth.<br />
-Goodbye Again</blockquote>6. Stunt - Barenaked Ladies<br />
<blockquote>I'll be that girl and you would be right over. If I were a field, you would be in clover. If I were the sun, you would be in shadow. And if I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow.<br />
-I’ll Be that Girl</blockquote>7. Bleed American - Jimmy Eat World<br />
<blockquote>We once walked out on the beach and once I almost touched your hand. Oh how I dreamed to finally say such things then only to pretend. Don't you know I'm thinkin', drivin' 405 past midnight? You know I miss you. Don't you know that I miss you?<br />
-If You Don’t, Don’t</blockquote>8. Please, Please Me - The Beatles<br />
<blockquote>Closer, Let me whisper in your ear, Say the words you long to hear, I'm in love with you.<br />
-Do You Want to Know a Secret?</blockquote>9. Let's Do It For Johnny - Bowling for Soup<br />
<blockquote>Somehow I’ve gotten to a point and I’m not ever coming back. My minds made up I’m staying for as long as it is taking to get close to you. I wanna get close to you and I need more time.<br />
-Scope</blockquote>10. Exile on Mainstream - Matchbox 20<br />
<blockquote>When I get close to something beautiful, then I feel low because I know I'll never have it for too long.<br />
-If I Fall</blockquote>11. Everything in Transit - Jack's Mannequin<br />
<blockquote>Two to one, Static to the sound of you and I. Undone for the last time.<br />
-Rescued</blockquote>12. No Name Face – Lifehouse<br />
<blockquote>I'm finding my way back to sanity, again. Though I don't really know what I am gonna do when I get there. Take a breath and hold on tight. Spin around one more time and gracefully fall back to the arms of grace.</blockquote><blockquote>-Breathing</blockquote>13. The White Album – The Beatles<br />
<blockquote>You say you got a real solution, Well, you know, we'd all love to see the plan. You asked me for a contribution, Well, you know, we're doing what we can. But when you want money for people with minds that hate, All I can tell you is brother you have to wait. Don't you know it's gonna be alright?<br />
-Revolution</blockquote>14. Escape – Journey<br />
<blockquote>Caught on a one-way street, the taste of bittersweet Love will survive somehow, some way.<br />
-Who’s Crying Now</blockquote>15. When the World Comes Down – All American Rejects<br />
<blockquote>I never thought that I was so blind I can finally see the truth. It’s me for you, tonight you can’t imagine that I’m by your side.<br />
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Marian: Brad Pitt isn't even hot.<br />
Sara: WHAT?!<br />
Nina: WHAT?!<br />
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I also just wasted more time than needed on this blog, but decided I wanted to get the word out there that contrary to popular belief, Brad Pitt is overrated. End of story.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102304247638762090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029196197654562207.post-46478718923436384302010-05-04T14:50:00.002-04:002010-05-04T14:50:46.570-04:00Cinco De MayoOn my lunch today, I bought wonderful and delicious things to make Mexican food :)Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102304247638762090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029196197654562207.post-36752449492323565602010-05-04T09:06:00.002-04:002010-05-04T09:06:50.500-04:00Goo Goo Dolls<blockquote>And I want to get free <br />
Talk to me <br />
I can fear you falling <br />
And I won't tempt to be <br />
All you need <br />
Somehow here is gone <br />
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And I don't need a fall out <br />
Of all the past that's here between us <br />
And I'm not holding on <br />
And all your lies weren't enough to keep me here </blockquote><br />
The Goo Goo Dolls are probably my favorite band, I'm sad I can't go see them this Saturday as originally planned =(.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102304247638762090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029196197654562207.post-27171202842636172010-05-03T13:56:00.000-04:002010-05-03T13:56:35.035-04:00great weekend =)Give me everything You are<br />
Give me one more chance to be near You<br />
Cause everything inside me looks like<br />
Everything I hate<br />
You are the hope I have for change<br />
You are the only chance I'll take<br />
When I'm on fire<br />
When You're near me<br />
I'm on fire<br />
When You speak<br />
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Such a good weekend! Took my Sister-in-law and nephews to the park on Friday, and went to Steubenville for a Festival of Praise on Saturday! (Only drawback is got back way too late, then got up for 7 am shift at Old Navy on Sunday :P) No Matter, it was totally worth it! Not only did I have a couple hours of praise and worship, and a lovely time with friends, but also visited with Kailey who I haven't seen in YEARS!<br />
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Also gave me a good relaxation weekend and reminded me just how much God has given me in life and how much I am blessed with. Pictures to come later! :)Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102304247638762090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029196197654562207.post-5626209627898141392010-04-29T08:06:00.000-04:002010-04-29T08:06:56.952-04:00Bright.It's a very bright morning today! =) This is the time of year when I drive to work and I really wish the sun was either up just a tiny bit more, or not so far up. It's always right at the middle of my windshield while driving to work and this causes for my eyes to be all squinty.<br />
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No matter, it's still a beautiful morning!Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102304247638762090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029196197654562207.post-29928886721422585142010-04-28T13:25:00.002-04:002010-04-28T13:27:27.021-04:00The Way We WereI've come to the conclusion that people in general are much too indecisive. This happens to tick me off very often. I'm really sick of it. Decide what you want, take the steps to go get it. Don't call me trying to see what I'll say either way. Just don't. On a side note, The Way We Were is a great movie.<br />
<blockquote>What's too painful to remember, we simply choose to forget. So it's the laughter we'll remember, whenever we remember the way we were. <br />
-The Way We Were</blockquote><blockquote>Katie: You'll never find anyone as good for you as I am, to believe in you as much as I do or love you as much!<br />
Hubbell: I know that.<br />
Katie: Well then, why?<br />
Hubbell: Do you think if I come back its going to be okay by magic? What's going to change? What's going to be different? We'll both be wrong, we'll both lose.<br />
Katie: Couldn't we both win?</blockquote>Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102304247638762090noreply@blogger.com1