tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45332274319359911792011-10-24T08:07:36.287-07:00For all those times I've watched someone else craft together two popsicle sticks to make a treehouse, I say 'I could make that!'The Write Stuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05201948952243448876noreply@blogger.comBlogger731100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533227431935991179.post-54551113881479728022009-10-16T07:36:00.002-07:002009-10-16T08:16:15.818-07:00

I'm back! Did you miss me?Yes, I know it's been forever since I last posted, and that brings me to my first Quick take today. . .*I have kind of been neglecting this part of my life - this non-Mommy part. All of my writing energy goes towards updating Bjorn's blog, and all my non-writing energy makes sure that the house, the baby and the dog are all clean and well. Then I focus on the Hubs and

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For my milestone (28th) birthday this year, my parents got me a sewing machine.Yup. A sewing machine. One of those thingys with thread and needles and alot of different stitches.I had no clue what I was doing.That was June.Here we are in August and I have been creating some mini-masterpieces for friends gifts. I can't put pictures on here, nor tell you what they are (duh! They are for gifts. I'll

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Remember when "keeping up with the Joneses" meant buying that new car or that great pair of shoes?Uh uh. Not anymore.Now it's not about keeping up with the Joneses but keeping down with the Joneses.Huh?Ok, let me explain.For years I have been a bargain shopper. If I want something nice (i.e. expensive), I will wait for the perfect sale, or I will make do with the knock-off. And when a friend or

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Oh, how glad I am that I check my blog daily. Otherwise, I would have missed my friend Paige reminding me that this is Friday, which means another installment of. . . . Show me Your Life at Kelly's Korner Blog!!And this week is spectacular. This week, I get to show off my pride and joy.No, not my new baby boy. Although you can read all about him here. My other pride and joy.My wedding

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Another week, another room at Kelly's Korner Blog! This week is my absolute favorite because we have put so much work into this nursery. Our first kiddo is due in ONE DAY (read all about it here) and everything is ready for D-day! We have decided to keep the baby's sex a surprise, so we did everything as gender-netural as possible. Which works great for me, because I'm not a fan of pink decor

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This week on Kelly's Korner Blog, she is highlighting dining rooms. Since I have never had a dining room and I missed the blog on kitchens a few weeks ago, I'm gonna cheat and add pics of our "dining room". Otherwise known as the "extension of the kitchen that holds a table". The picture of our dining room should really be our couch, because Hubs and I LOVE to make gourmet meals and then veg in

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Once again, my responsibility is no longer to just myself and my family, but to all the screw-ups out there who can't manage their own lives.Yes, I'm ranting again. A few weeks ago I blogged about the mortgage industry and the government; namely, how I could have gotten into a larger house and I could have lived in a nicer neighborhood and I could have gotten so behind on my bills that I needed a

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This is the first week I'm participating in Kelly's Tour of Homes, and I'm a little disappointed that I didn't get to show any of my other rooms that she already exhibited on her blog. (Maybe I'll sneak back here and post some pics of those rooms later!!) After all, the guest bedroom really is the most boring room of all in the house. Although we have guests (our parents, siblings and

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A few months ago my computer died. It sputtered a little, blew smoke out of its ears and rolled over on its back, all fours straight up in the air. After a short funeral including some hymns and a cardboard box in a hole, I began my search for another laptop.Only to realize that laptops are expensive (especially the ones I want!) and although the budget would stretch, I didn't want to make it

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A few days ago, amidst the craziness that is 'piggie flu', Hubs and I heard a news report that the Catholic church had stopped giving communion in the chalice, and requested that church-goers take the body (non-Catholics call it the wafer) in their palms instead of on their tongues.Whoa. I have a big big problem with that.First of all, as a Catholic, I firmly believe in the transfiguration. I

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I bet you didn't know this about me, but I am sooooo trendy.(Say it with me now. . . "How trendy are you?")I am so trendy, that if I had to go back and be '17 Again', Zac Efron would want to date me. I am so trendy, that everyone from Madonna to Britney Spears is copying my style of dressing. And, lastly, I am so trendy that 16 year old's with Mommy and Daddy's money want to buy my car.Or maybe

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I long to be one of those savvy super-savers who buy three months worth of groceries and toiletries for $30. You know, like the ones over here. I long to walk out of a store feeling as if I should run, because in the next half-second they will realize that I cheated them out of their profit, and, because of me, this large food chain will crumble. Please, please let me be one of these people!!

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I don't consider myself a news junkie. At work, I peruse through News For Dummies (AKA The USA Today), scanning headlines and ultimately searching for whichever section the crossword puzzle is in. I can now finish the crossword every single day - even the difficult Friday puzzle. Occasionally I find headlines that I find interesting and I will read them, trying to broaden my horizons. The past

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My dog, as many of you know from blogs like this and this, is the bane of my existence. She is the 'Marley' in my life and the first spoiled, stubborn child Hubby and I have. In September 2007, she had a cancerous mass removed. Discovered while petting her one evening, Hubby and I thought nothing of it, convinced it was merely a cyst or an infected hair follicle - until I took her in for her

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In the spirit of cutting corners, Hubby was looking through the bills yesterday when he happened upon something interesting. . . Call Waiting Caller ID - $6.95 a month.Hmmmmm. . . Call waiting caller ID? Barely anyone even knows our home phone number anyways, much less calls us at the same time as the other three people who know the number. We have been paying for this service since we moved to

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Oh, today was such a fun day.By the way, this was said sarcastically. It is so hard to show dry sarcasm in blog pages, but I'll try.Today was such a fun day. See, I was at work today; which means I was up in those big, bad skies which held such long delays for me and all the passengers. Delays that made them happy, and cheery, as called for in the holiday season.At least no one yelled, screamed

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I've been thinking alot lately about credit and debt and credit-to-debt ratio. It seems the recent downswing in the economy (not I don't use the "r" word!) has brought all these subjects even closer to mind. The TV media, the print media - even at parties and get-togethers conversation always seems to turn toward debt and the economy. And with a baby on the way, suffice to say - I'm getting a

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This morning, I became very worried about my dog. She's one of my best friends, and she's my first baby. So, when she looked to be limping and favoring her hind leg, I looked her over carefully. I massaged her hind legs, pulling and twisting to see if she whimpered or yelped at anything. Nothing.Then I saw her standing in the middle of the room, just staring at the wall. Not sitting. Not rooting

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Watching old housewife shows, I always see the woman wearing those yellow latex gloves when cleaning the house.I was never a girl who needed those.After all, when I was done cleaning, the first thing I was going to do was walk the ten feet over to the sink, rub with some anti-bacterial, sweet-smelling soap and sing 'Happy Birthday' under my breath in order to wash my hands for long enough. (Did

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I voted today. Yes, like everyone else in the nation, but this time is special for me. This was my first time voting.I was of legal voting age last time. Hubby swears that I went with him to vote in '04 and this '08 vote is not my first time. And since I have a memory like an ant, I am inclined to believe him that I did vote in '04 - except for one thing. In October of '04 I moved across the

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In September of last year, Phoenix, Arizona became the first US city to ban texting while driving.Apparently, after strenous testing, they have decided that texting while driving is dangerous. If I remember correctly, some of the tests have shown that texting while driving can impair you as much as drinking while driving. It is that dangerous.I have no problem with laws that protect the innocent

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I would like to thank my mother and father for their continued support and acknowledgment that, as a starving writer, I still need them to pay for dinner each and every time they visit.I would like to thank my Hubby, for without him I am sure I would not have nearly as much to complain about, or to love. Or, at least, another Hubby would probably expect me to get a 'real job' and not let me do

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Alright, folks. Its time for me to do this. To come clean about myself and my life. I've held onto this secret as long as I could - which is about three weeks!!!So, here goes. . . . We're having a baby!!!Check out my what-do-I-know-about-babies pregnancy blog.Enjoy - I know I am!!

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It's fall. You know how I know? No. . . not because I am finally pulling my sweaters out of the closet and cozying up with some hot chocolate. It is over 90 degrees here today, so there is no chance that it feels like fall. No apple cider (yum!) is on the stove and no delicious and deliciously easy veggie stews are warming in the crock pot. No, the only way I know it's fall is that I am

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This morning Hubby spoke the words that strikes fear deep into my heart. "Will you cook dinner tonight?"Oh. Shit. See, I rely on him to do the cooking. Whenever I do suggest something for dinner, he shrugs it off as not what he 'feels like' tonight or suggests something a million times better. It just works out better if he cooks dinner, and I sit and watch.But Hubby is having a very rough

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1. In Texas, I didn't actually stop at the stoplight until my car was almost all the way through the crosswalks. Outside of extenuating circumstances (a Tech football game, Six Flags Fear Fest, etc.), no one walks anywhere. Crosswalks are never used. And everyone knows that you can't activate that little button under the road that triggers your green light until you roll all the way into the

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I LOVE Sarah Palin! Who cares what she's saying - she says it so cute and funny!

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Go sign up for The Wailing List. Funniest stuff ever. Literally EVER.

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Sometimes, without even meaning to, I feel things for people I don't even know and for people who no one I know even knows.A few weeks ago, I watched a good actress take on a very bad part. I couldn't help but cringe thinking, did she really think she was doing great? (And, as a horrible actress myself, I can tell you that, yes, we really do think we are that great when we are not. It took a

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Really, she is.Yesterday, Hubby and I were cooking together. Sausage, red beans and rice on the stove, and biscuits waiting on the counter until it was time to go in the oven.Then, Hubby and I went to the garage for a few minutes. When we came back, three of the eight unbaked biscuits were gone. Yeah, thats right. Three. And they were all squishy dough. Not very good for a dog's digestive

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You HAVE to read this book. It is a DEFINITE.Eat Pray Love.You've probably heard of it. It's been out for almost 2 years. Long enough for word to get around how great it is.But, me being the cheap bastard that I am, had to wait until my turn came up on the waiting list at the library. I should have just bought it. Just to give a short (very short, because I am not actually done with the book yet,

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When did 'feminist rights' become synonomous with 'right to have an abortion'? Am I missing something here? I know that I did not grow up in the Roe v. Wade era. Many women have told me that I cna't understand what the women in those times fought for, and what it meant to get the decision that Roe v. Wade did.But let me tell you something.I didn't ask you to fight for me on that. I didn't ask

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So, I finally updated my old and out-of-date look here on Once Upon a Girl. I feel like I should get a haircut and some new clothes, too. If I'm updating my blogger look, it's only right I should update my 'real' look, too, right??Thanks to:Leelou blogs for making FREE blog backgrounds. And cute ones, too!!And to my good (and often-missed) friend Katie at www.ritchinlove.blogspot.com. I may

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It's hard to look around you, and think that someday, all of this will be gone. Or, more specifically, you will be gone. It's hard to see the people you care about left without you, or you left without the ones who had to go first.And we can't see our lives like that. If we did, every goodbye would be filled with uncontrollable tears (for who knew not when - but if - we would see them again),

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When you are in a committed relationship, sometimes you find that you have a secret language with the other person. "You're a turkey" means 'I love you', "Burgers for dinner" means 'Let's have sex', and you both practically convulse with laughter when anyone mentions 'brownies'. And other people just don't get it.But relationships are only one of many things in life that you have to know the

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'Nuff said.

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Toilet repair: $100Patio turf removal: $500Garbage disposal fix: $85Tree removal: $800Air conditioning repair: $465Owning your own home: EXPENSIVESigh. We've only been in this house one year. Only 49 more years to go until it's paid off!

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Right before I married, I was given some very wise advice. "Don't do anything in your first year of marriage that you won't want to do for the rest of your life."And, I remember thinking at the time - "What could there possibly be that I don't want to do for the rest of my life? I love washing my husband's shorts and pairing his socks. I love scraping caked-on food off dirty dishes! I don't mind

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I love my home.I love that I send money each month towards my mortgage - not rent - to, essentially, my future self through an investment rather than to some fat cat landlord who can't be bothered to fix outdated outlets or a backed-up toilet.I love the paned glass window frame I found at Goodwill that hangs right next to my front door.I love that I come home and immediately am comforted by the

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The first thing Hubby says when he gets home from work everyday is "Tell me your story!"Why? Because it seems that I have so many stories of crazy things that happen every day. Either none of this stuff happens to other people, others don't pass on their stories, or they don't dramatize them the way (Drama Queen that I am) do. It seems like I always have something to report.But I

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I like to walk down memory lane just as much as anyone, so when I saw this on a friend's blog, I couldn't resist! It's simple. It's easy. And it takes almost no time at all. Try it, you'll like it!1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot - or even if you know me at all. Maybe THIS is our first memory together! :)

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I am on the upwards swing of 30 - do I really need to know that yesterday a girl I barely knew in high school was feeling 'sassy' but today she is 'jedi' (as of 34 minutes ago)?I am deleting my myspace account.I know what you're thinking. "Why don't you just not check it?" Well, because if it is there, I will check it. That's just how it is. And I will update it, change my page designs and add

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Whether we realize it or not, we are all voyeurs.We watch everyone around us, trying to figure out where they fit in this world. Their clothes, attitudes - even the people they have around them - all balance together to create in our minds a picture of who they are, and what they are.We treat the businessman differently than the single woman with three kids. The teenager and the elderly woman.

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I read an article recently that claimed if your mate gives you 80% of what you need, than that should be enough. You should look for others (family, girlfriends, co-workers) to give you the rest.My question is, what is included in that 80%?If your partner gives you respect, love and money, does it really matter that he doesn't make you laugh? If he gives you love, money and laughter, then

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Summer is amateur hour at the airlines. People who haven't traveled since flight attendants were called 'stewardesses' and wore cute hats and gloves are getting on our planes, requesting the steak instead of the chicken. I don't think they are joking. Here are a few tips to avoid looking like a first-time traveler. Or a jerk.1. Shaking your cup wildly in the air is not the universal sign for '

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I love love love reading a good book. I love that moment when I find myself so caught up that I will do anything to finish the book (the chapter, the sentence) but my bus has stopped and I have to get off and drive home. And the whole way home, I can't stop thinking about the flowers that showed up on the dining room table, or the way the detective questioned with words that could have come

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Once upon a time, in a town far too small to hold all her dreams, there lived a girl. Now, this girl was not particularly pretty, but she wasn't ugly either. She wasn't particuarly talented or smart, but she wasn't untalented or dumb, either. It is enough to say that she was there. Except, of course, for when she smiled. For when she smiled, the moon emerged from behind clouds and the stars

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In case you are like me and you just browse the headlines to see if you've missed something. . . I added pics to the Scotland post below. I narrowed it down from the 1400 (YES ,1400!!!) that we took!

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I know you must be wondering where I am. And how I am. And why I haven't been writing.Well, to both of my loyal readers - I was on vaca!!!We got back from Scotland on Saturday morning after twelve days of being gone. I think we only came back because I needed a washing machine and my dog. Not necessarily in that order.And I wanted to write about my trip and all the amazing experiences - I really

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Yesterday was a crazy, twisted, f**ked up day.But I'm still alive, in love and happy, so it couldn't have been that bad. But here's the timeline of events:6:30 am - phone rings. It's scheduling (those devils!!) converting me from AM reserve to Ready Reserve. And giving me a trip that checks in at 1:00 pm. . . . yes, that's right - 6 and a half hours later. Thanks for the heads up, scheduling.

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Not a bad day like 'I'm going to jail' bad day, or even a 'I lost all my money in an Hannah Montana marketing scam' bad day. And, no, not a 'My husband ran off with his bimbo/36-24-36/gourmet cook/dental hygienist' kind of bad day.But, still, in my boring and oh-so-wonderfully-predictable life, this was a bad day.You ready for it?? It's very simple. 8 words. And it made me cry all day. Get

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Sometimes I go to mass and I feel it. I mean, really, really feel it. Once I even cried as I was walking up to receive the Eucharist. It was that powerful.And, sometimes, I don't feel it. Sometimes I feel like I am at mass merely because I have to be, not because I am really, really feeling it.This morning, at mass, I decided that that is completely normal. It is the normal cyclical part of

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Why do people speak in terms of months, rather than years?How long have you been married? 18 months.Otherwise known as - a year and a half.How old is your child? 22 months.Or. . . almost 2 years.Why do they use months as a measure of time? I don't tell people (not that anyone is asking, really) that I am 323 months old. Nor that my dog is 83 months old, but 581 months if you're talking in dog

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I'm much more uninhibited with my contacts out. And my glasses off.I feel that if I can't see anything around me perfectly, than the person(s) I'm with can't, either. They can't see the zit that concealer can't quite cover. The mascara that seems to be permanently stuck to my bottom lid. They can't see that sometimes I smile too wide, and laugh too loud. They can't see that I seem to start

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Sometimes I like to sit in front of the TV, mindlessly playing spider solitaire and watching - numbed - as the hours and sitcoms fly by.And other times, I prefer to watch my shows while exercising on my yoga mat. Stretching, push-ups, crunches, anything with a weight ball. It keeps me doing something while my mind is doing nothing.I think Hubby thinks I'm nuts. It's kind of fun to be a little

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This morning my washer overflowed. I was alerted by the LeakFrog my Bro gave me for Christmas last year (http://www.ideativeinc.com/leakfrog.cfm). Never thought I would need it, but was glad I had it when I did!Anyways. . . The LeakFrog alarm went off, and since it was 7:30 in the morning and I was not fully clothed, nor fully awake, my mind went crazy. I quickly grabbed a bat, threw on shorts

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What is up with being pregnant?It's everywhere I go. And the craziest thing is - I do not hear my biological clock ticking. I am not yearning to have kids right now. But it seems that everyone else around me is!Our BF couple (my college roomie married his college roomie - known as CRBF now) are due to have their first kid together in a few months. Our other BF couple (his high school BF (HSBF))

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Not much is going on in my head right now except for a lot of jumbled-up, tangled thoughts - which led me to myTop Nine (only because I really was only thinking of Nine) List of Random Things I'm Thinking Of. . . . .(In my mind there is a soundtrack to go with this list. . . sort of like a Jeopardy-meets-Friends-type soundtrack. Feel free to insert your own soundtrack here.)1. Getting my passport

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"The bottle-opener on the wall holds all the answers. If it opens, then you're good. If it doesn't open it, then God says no."Or so Hubby said in his sleep this morning. Among many other humorous things I didn't take the time to write down. But I liked this one. It's philosophical. It's interesting. It takes a simple item and magnifies it to immense proportions. And it may be right. Beer

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There’s a quote I’ve heard a million and a half times - one of my friends even has it as her myspace quote - and it’s never really meant anything to me before. Until recently.You’ve probably read the quote, or some form of it, at one time or another."Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body but rather to skid in broadside thoroughly

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The Powerball Lottery is up to $230 million today. The ninth highest payout ever.And it made me think. . . .You hear all these stories about past lottery winners. They are now divorced. Broke. Drug addicts. Unemployed and fat, slobby, unhappy people. Some are dead. Some murdered. And a few of them - very few, or at least very few of the ones we hear about - are either unchanged or happy.But isn't

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Normally we are a boring couple. Boring, boring, boring. Not in a bad way boring, but . . . just. . . predictable. And I like knowing that when I come home at night, Hubby is going to cook (or we're going out), we're putting in a flick from Netflix and falling asleep. There are so many things in life that I don't like and can't control that I like being in a comfortable place where life is easy,

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There's a movie in production right now called 'Zach and Miri make a Porno'.Yeah, great title, eh?At first, I was a little perturbed by the idea of the movie. Two friends down on their luck make a porno for money. In order to pay off bills, buy beer and continue their Direct TV subscription. And I don't think it is a good message to send out in the world. But, then again, it is just a movie

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I understand it must be hard to turn a 700 page, well-written novel of historical basis like The Other Boleyn Girl into a 2 hour mainstream film for the public to enjoy.What I don't understand is how a novel that relies so heavily on wit, spark and dialogue can be transformed into a movie that relies so heavily on looks. And not looks as in beauty**. Looks as in looks. Devastated looks. Contented

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After cutting my coupons today, I took a moment to browse through the weekly ads. Mervyn's, Circuit City, Kohl's and, my personal favorite, Target. Trying to find anything that may catch my eye and promise years of extraordinary adventures if I only purchased that $30 sundress.But then I got stuck.Am I a junior? As I have just entered my upper twenties and am fast-approaching my thirties, can I

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Ever notice how the rear view of an airplane looks exactly like that of a cat?You'll never look at airline travel the same way again!

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This is what happens when you try to be a responsible adult. Life gets in the way!Before I left for work today, I decided to make my lunch instead of buying the incredibly high-priced lunches offered at the airport. I don't like spending $20 on Subway.So I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. . . . yummy!!!And I was SO looking forward to eating it. I LOVE LOVE LOVE peanut butter, so my mouth

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I like guy TV. Spike TV. Law & Order. CSI. The Girls Next Door.And I don't consider myself a feminist at all. I wouldn't mind having a sugar daddy so I could stay at home and eat bon-bons all day.But, as I was watching a few minutes of TV today, I couldn't help but wonder. . .How come there's a Pros vs. Joes but NO Pros vs. Janes? I want to pit myself against Gabrielle Reece and Lisa Hernandez in

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Say what you want about me, but I am a caring and thoughtful individual. I help old ladies cross the street (except for that one time. . . . but that's another story!), I put my pennies in the penny jar at gas stations and I always say thank you when waiters fill my water glass.I don't have kids. And I have no plans to have kids right now. SO STOP ASKING!!!I have no internal clock ticking away.

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When a relationship ends, the old song has it all wrong.Its easy to break up; there are tried and true methods for dealing with a soon-to-be ex. There’s a system, a sort of list of things-to-do-today way to break up. You have grown apart, or grown up. One person tells the other that they need to talk, or they want to take a break. Its not working or they want different things out of life. I

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Credit card companies that jack up your interest rate after one late payment. What, am I not allowed to make ONE mistake??Bad breath on close-talkers. 'Nuff said.Turning on my favorite movies on TV right in the middle. Or at the end. That's even worse.Gas station cashiers who say "You really shouldn't be smoking. It's bad for you". Thanks for your words of wisdom. After 16 years of schooling, I

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I think I'm a smart person.I read almost a book a day - sometimes more. And not just chick lit. I read non-fiction, historical non-fiction and mass-market fiction. I can finish the USA Today crossword puzzle - even on Fridays. I win spelling contests and know the difference between a noun and an adverb. I graduated college cum laude with two degrees in four years. I think I'm pretty

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No one who knows me would ever think to call me sad.In high school, in back-to-back years my theatre class awarded me the 'Perkiest Award'. I won a similar award all four years from my softball team. And if there was a category next to 'Biggest Flirt' and 'Class Clown' in my senior class titled 'Bounciest Personality', without a doubt I would have swept the vote.After college I entered a career

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