I checked the website. My baby didn't win.
1 Ashado
2 Island Sand
3 Madcap Escape
I won a lousy 3 dollars. My baby got scratched this morning apparently and I was too busy to find out. I'm so sad. Damn. Hopefully the guys will do better tomarrow.
Friday, April 30, 2004
Damed brain...I need a new hampster.
Yeah. I programed the VCR wrong. Damn. Missed all my Oaks racing stuff. Don't know who won yet. Gotta go check the Oaks page. All I've got taped is three hours of basketball. Yuck. Apparently Fox sports net is channel 28 and ESPN is on 29. Idiot.
The girlies are racing
The oaks is today. My picks are:
1. Halfbridled
2. Madcap escape
3. Ashado
not gonna be around for the races, gotta tape 'em.
1. Halfbridled
2. Madcap escape
3. Ashado
not gonna be around for the races, gotta tape 'em.
Moving. Yuck.
I've been packing up all my stuff. The room looks so bare, yet too full of stuff. It's gotten to that point where I don't know if I need any of the stuff I have left, but I don't want to ditch it incase I do. I can't wait till I get my own place and don't have to do this anymore. yuck. again.
Thursday, April 29, 2004
On Ramp to the speed Derby
That's what I finally decided to title my speed limit paper. I don't think I ever say anything that implies that sort of thing.
Oh yeah, I picked up my major minor application. I'm still extremely confused about it however. So that sucks. But I did go get it.
And I presented my web page and plagiarism paper in class today. Apparently there's a thing on ABC tonight on cheating. If you cheat. Go watch it.
Oh yeah, I picked up my major minor application. I'm still extremely confused about it however. So that sucks. But I did go get it.
And I presented my web page and plagiarism paper in class today. Apparently there's a thing on ABC tonight on cheating. If you cheat. Go watch it.
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Where the dirty nasty rat bastards are kept.
According to Ashbrooke. Mao (of chinese communist dictator fame) is kept in the lowest leve of hell "if you believe in that stuff." He claims hell was picked up and dropped on top of him.
I bet it's a little warm there.
I bet it's a little warm there.
girly of the rainbow toes
I'm going to need a new place to paint my toes. In the olden days, I'd sit out on the porch on the glider and take my time. It was all about the experience: music, sun, walking around not being able to touch your toes.
Even at mom and dad's in Nodak, the gliders still there, but the operation has moved in doors. There I spread it all over the living room and crank up a CD over the surround sound.
At grandma's I don't know where the possibilities lead. I just hope not into Tosh's slipper like my yellow nail polish last week.
Even at mom and dad's in Nodak, the gliders still there, but the operation has moved in doors. There I spread it all over the living room and crank up a CD over the surround sound.
At grandma's I don't know where the possibilities lead. I just hope not into Tosh's slipper like my yellow nail polish last week.
The Fabulous Life...
Keith Urban describes a Manuel suit as the closest thing to wearing sex.
Yeah. I'd like to wear him.
Yeah. I'd like to wear him.
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy
Is it wrong that I have a picture of a cowboy (shirtless in sexyass jeans) saved on my computer under the name chew toy?
Thought to ponder
"I want girls on bread!" -Joey on whether to give up sex or food from the Friends repeat episode last week.
the remote control to hell
I now hate TV remotes. See, we have this one that seems to work for Tosh no matter where she points it in the room. Me. No. I don't have that luxury with the TV remote. Even when I point it at the TV it doesn't work. I have to hold it upside down and point it at the back wall to even think about changing the channel.
Then there is the remote for the VCR. That doesn't work for me either. No way. Like tonight while we were watching TV the best way possible ( with a fast forward button). Friends just doesn't like me I guess. The damn think wouldn't work. Tosh had to take over.
Then there is the remote for the VCR. That doesn't work for me either. No way. Like tonight while we were watching TV the best way possible ( with a fast forward button). Friends just doesn't like me I guess. The damn think wouldn't work. Tosh had to take over.
spam
I asked Becky to take me to Wal-mart to buy some ink for my printer. That is a sucky sucky thing to do. It's expensive and you don't get very much. While we were there this old guy who's as tall as me, round, and as wide as a buick with balding grey hair told me to sign up for this other company because their ink is cheaper and they give you coupons. It was a bit creepy, but sounds like a good deal. So if any one knows if I can get hp ink from somewhere else cheaper. Let me know.
Any how, after that Becky picked up a job application and while she was filling it out I browsed the Tourist pamphlet rack. I scored some spam postcards. They come from the pamphlet. I can't stand spam, but since I got some free postcards mebbe I'll go visit them.
My boys in Iraq are gonna get laughed at.
Any how, after that Becky picked up a job application and while she was filling it out I browsed the Tourist pamphlet rack. I scored some spam postcards. They come from the pamphlet. I can't stand spam, but since I got some free postcards mebbe I'll go visit them.
My boys in Iraq are gonna get laughed at.
chicken
Have you guys caught the new Pizza Hut comercials? Ya know, the ones with Jessica Simpson flapping her wings? They're hilarious. Maybe I just think so because I've watched the Newlyweds and I've always been a fan of 98 degrees and Jessica.
Not sure where I'm going with this. Check out Jane Mag's celebrity issue. Nick and Jess are both featured. The mag's really cool because all of the articles have been written about celebrities by celebrities. They may not all be A listers, but it's still fun. One guy describes what it's like to room with Nick.
Personally, I've always liked Drew better. (That's his brother for those of you who weren't into the boy band pop thing. He was in 98 degrees too and occasionally appears on the show.)
Not sure where I'm going with this. Check out Jane Mag's celebrity issue. Nick and Jess are both featured. The mag's really cool because all of the articles have been written about celebrities by celebrities. They may not all be A listers, but it's still fun. One guy describes what it's like to room with Nick.
Personally, I've always liked Drew better. (That's his brother for those of you who weren't into the boy band pop thing. He was in 98 degrees too and occasionally appears on the show.)
Monday, April 26, 2004
I'm in love with Addis and a stone mason
I just finished reading the last of Madeline Hunter's first trilogy. Yummy.
The first is By Arrangement. David and Christina are great characters. I will admit though, the man in this book that captured my heart was Seig, David's norwegein apprentice.
Next comes By Possession and Sir Addis de Valence. The tale is wonderful and I cried most horribly. I was crazy about the heroine. She's a commoner who's lived in the shadow of her friend and mistress Lady Claire who was Addis' wife once.
The last book was By Design. This is the one with the stone mason. Rhys. This book also caused me to get misty eyed, but that was because of the hardship's that Joan (the heroine) had to face in her life. She wait's three years for revenge. I would have dropped that man's ass right there. She's a noble whose betrothed and father is cut down before her eyes and she has to sacrifice much for her little brother.
Next on my pile of books to read it Mort de'Authur. I also got a call from the Library that said The Morning After by Lisa Jackson is in. It's the fourth book in a very loosely connected group of books. Each have been about serial killers and have occured in the south. This one is about a reporter and a dective I think. Tosh is excited since I force fed her the others (since she is impatiently waiting for her Stephen King books) and she enjoyed them. However, I think my Econ book and My Western Civ book is going to prominently figure in my reading future.
The first is By Arrangement. David and Christina are great characters. I will admit though, the man in this book that captured my heart was Seig, David's norwegein apprentice.
Next comes By Possession and Sir Addis de Valence. The tale is wonderful and I cried most horribly. I was crazy about the heroine. She's a commoner who's lived in the shadow of her friend and mistress Lady Claire who was Addis' wife once.
The last book was By Design. This is the one with the stone mason. Rhys. This book also caused me to get misty eyed, but that was because of the hardship's that Joan (the heroine) had to face in her life. She wait's three years for revenge. I would have dropped that man's ass right there. She's a noble whose betrothed and father is cut down before her eyes and she has to sacrifice much for her little brother.
Next on my pile of books to read it Mort de'Authur. I also got a call from the Library that said The Morning After by Lisa Jackson is in. It's the fourth book in a very loosely connected group of books. Each have been about serial killers and have occured in the south. This one is about a reporter and a dective I think. Tosh is excited since I force fed her the others (since she is impatiently waiting for her Stephen King books) and she enjoyed them. However, I think my Econ book and My Western Civ book is going to prominently figure in my reading future.
Double dose of Depp
Friday I had Johnny waiting for me at the Library. I borrowed Sleepy Hollow. He's so cute in it. I caught an episode of Actor's Studio on Bravo one day and Johnny mentioned that he played Ichabod Crane as his interpretation of a pre-pubescent girl. I spent the whole movie drooling and evaluating his version of a pre-teen girl. Now the Ledgend of Sleepy Hollow has officially entered my long list of summer reads. Maybe I'll get to it after Mort de'Authur.
Tonight Crybaby was on WE. I dropped everything including my book to watch it. Tosh says it's absolute cheese. But I'd take Johnny cheese over regular or nacho any day.
Tonight Crybaby was on WE. I dropped everything including my book to watch it. Tosh says it's absolute cheese. But I'd take Johnny cheese over regular or nacho any day.
My Horribly embarrassing Secret. An Essay by Lisa
Our school campus has become overrun by construction workers. Last week on the way to class these men had a country station blaring on their DeWalt battery operated radio (just like my daddy's) and happened to get a spontaneous performance of me Kariokie butchering "No one else on Earth" by Wynonna Judd on the way to Econ. Did I mention I sing like a sick dog being sat on my the fat lady with his tail caught in the car door and a rabbie infested cat clawing at his eyeballs while dick and jane slowly pull out all his fur handfuls at a time?
They also have been witness to me tripping over the entrance rug, catching my flipflops on my pants and yanking them halfway off my flat butt.
This one tops them all.
Last week after I met Tosh for lunch I ran up the back stairwell in Atwood and went out the doors over looking the construction in the courtyard. I had the biggest loogie imaginable building in the back of my throat and I knew it just had to come out. Nonchalantly, I glanced around to make sure no one was looking, hacked it up, and spit it out. Let me tell you, I got some great distance. About that time, I could feel some eyeball on my back.
I turn around and standing there is a rather attractive electrician. He was definitely under 35 and chucking at what I did. Chuckling? Hell who am I kidding. He was cracking it up so hard he had to but down his drill and hold on to the ladder so he wouldn't fall off.
How did I handle my downfall you ask? I turned tail and swaggered back to my room like any self respecting spitting princess would do. Once I got across the street I broke out in giggles and imagined that drill smacking him right in the head. How's that for princess like thoughts. I guess it's a good thing I'm not one.
They also have been witness to me tripping over the entrance rug, catching my flipflops on my pants and yanking them halfway off my flat butt.
This one tops them all.
Last week after I met Tosh for lunch I ran up the back stairwell in Atwood and went out the doors over looking the construction in the courtyard. I had the biggest loogie imaginable building in the back of my throat and I knew it just had to come out. Nonchalantly, I glanced around to make sure no one was looking, hacked it up, and spit it out. Let me tell you, I got some great distance. About that time, I could feel some eyeball on my back.
I turn around and standing there is a rather attractive electrician. He was definitely under 35 and chucking at what I did. Chuckling? Hell who am I kidding. He was cracking it up so hard he had to but down his drill and hold on to the ladder so he wouldn't fall off.
How did I handle my downfall you ask? I turned tail and swaggered back to my room like any self respecting spitting princess would do. Once I got across the street I broke out in giggles and imagined that drill smacking him right in the head. How's that for princess like thoughts. I guess it's a good thing I'm not one.
The biggest procrastinator in the world.
I'm so lucky that I only have one final next week. That means I can spend all week studying for it. Right now, I have to complete my editorial and my argument outline for my English paper. They are due tomarrow.
I also have to finish my History assignment. We don't have class but the quiz and the paper are still due.
I need to pick up my major/minor application form and begin that process and I also have to go buy a blue book for my final. But I haven't done much of it at all. Oh to be able to keep wasting time...
I also have to finish my History assignment. We don't have class but the quiz and the paper are still due.
I need to pick up my major/minor application form and begin that process and I also have to go buy a blue book for my final. But I haven't done much of it at all. Oh to be able to keep wasting time...
Friday, April 23, 2004
Girls Lie Too
This should be the link to the song Girls Lie too.
If that doesn't work try clicking on Terri's site: Terri Clark.com and click on the hyperlinks for the song.
If that doesn't work try clicking on Terri's site: Terri Clark.com and click on the hyperlinks for the song.
The Pirate comes to the country.
I found out an interesting tidbit about Teri Clark's video for her wonderful song Girls Lie too. (remind me to link to a clip of the song later.) On the Flame Worthy red carpet Katie Cook asked her about her video for the song. Apparently it has a special guest.
All she said was "how bout three shillings and we forget the name." So either Jack sparrow better know as Johnny Depp is in the video.... or she is mean for playing such a dirty joke. Cross your fingers Girls (and guys)!
All she said was "how bout three shillings and we forget the name." So either Jack sparrow better know as Johnny Depp is in the video.... or she is mean for playing such a dirty joke. Cross your fingers Girls (and guys)!
La dee da
I don't know what to blog about today. I could blog about stupid things I've done:
like jump in a puddle and actually expect the water to splash out, not up my leg
slam out of the stairwell and hit ANOTHER guy in the head with the door. Listen to me people! Stay away from doors. People don't look before they open them.
trip up the stairs to the third floor of Stewart hall then trip over a desk in my Econ room while still huffing from all those stairs. very unattractive.
accidentally toss my pink pen all the way across the room then have to fight with a big bulky blonde guy who was trying to steal it. What does some big masculine jock want with my pink pen? Even I hate it. It's just that it's mine and I don't have all that many pens in my book bag (cuz they're all on or under my desk.)
then when I tried to turn on Tbs to watch Saved by the Bell I hit the Weather Channel and couldn't get the remote to work.
Thank god it's the weekend. I've got Johnny Depp waiting for me at the Library.
like jump in a puddle and actually expect the water to splash out, not up my leg
slam out of the stairwell and hit ANOTHER guy in the head with the door. Listen to me people! Stay away from doors. People don't look before they open them.
trip up the stairs to the third floor of Stewart hall then trip over a desk in my Econ room while still huffing from all those stairs. very unattractive.
accidentally toss my pink pen all the way across the room then have to fight with a big bulky blonde guy who was trying to steal it. What does some big masculine jock want with my pink pen? Even I hate it. It's just that it's mine and I don't have all that many pens in my book bag (cuz they're all on or under my desk.)
then when I tried to turn on Tbs to watch Saved by the Bell I hit the Weather Channel and couldn't get the remote to work.
Thank god it's the weekend. I've got Johnny Depp waiting for me at the Library.
Thursday, April 22, 2004
sorta intresting thing to try.
I found this religious test thing on Angel's blog and thought I'd give it a whirl. Yeah. I'm a solid moderate to liberal christian protestant is what it labeled me. 100%. That makes me feel really great. Expecially because I haven't been going to church lately because I'm lazy and tired on sunday mornings.
Thought provoking
Is it okay to kill your neighbor for profit?
My question. Which neighbors? I've got tones because I have too many "homes." I can think of a few that would be great to wipe out.
The idiot across the hall who leaves cereal in the bathroom sink.
The jackass who parks next to my me and dinged my car.
The blind and car identification challenged public safety officer who had the gall to ticket me and then record my car as a saturn. Like I have enough money to drive one of those.
The bitch on our floor who washes her yarn she calls underware four at a time, then has the gall to stop the dryer and use the rest of your paid for quarter time leaving your clothes wet and on top of the dryer.
BTW killing your neighbor was used as an example of how to evaluate the speeches made by congressmen in 1874 who were arguing about letting slavery expand into Texas and the rest of the Lousiana Territory. Yeah. I missed the connection too.
My question. Which neighbors? I've got tones because I have too many "homes." I can think of a few that would be great to wipe out.
The idiot across the hall who leaves cereal in the bathroom sink.
The jackass who parks next to my me and dinged my car.
The blind and car identification challenged public safety officer who had the gall to ticket me and then record my car as a saturn. Like I have enough money to drive one of those.
The bitch on our floor who washes her yarn she calls underware four at a time, then has the gall to stop the dryer and use the rest of your paid for quarter time leaving your clothes wet and on top of the dryer.
BTW killing your neighbor was used as an example of how to evaluate the speeches made by congressmen in 1874 who were arguing about letting slavery expand into Texas and the rest of the Lousiana Territory. Yeah. I missed the connection too.
Stupid word:
genre
pronounced Jon-ra.
I can never say it right when I see it in writing. Hell use it when I talk, but can't read it worth crap. We should all pronounce things like the people who invented spanish. It all it spelt like it sounds. I might not understand anything, but I can read it perfectly.
pronounced Jon-ra.
I can never say it right when I see it in writing. Hell use it when I talk, but can't read it worth crap. We should all pronounce things like the people who invented spanish. It all it spelt like it sounds. I might not understand anything, but I can read it perfectly.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
The Flameworthy's
They were here and left already tonight (although we did catch a airing of it in the car on the radio on the way back from the getto perkins. And yes we drove. It is cold, well actually it's 44 degrees and I'm the only one who didn't wear a jacket. )
Anyhow, one of my personal favorite parts of the show was watching Dolly's outfit changes. She had seven different ones and not all of them were cool. Tosh liked the preparty the best. Dierks wore a suit when he preformed with the Del McCurry band. MMMMM MMMM MMM. He does clean up rather well.
Keith, my future husband strutted the red carpet with a wicked suite too. Tosh says the only thing that saved it from being a fasion fiasco was his rock star body. I thought it was hot. He could wear nothing and look like a million. (Wait, he already did that for Playgirl. If anyone has a copy I would love a sneek-peek and some colored photo copies.)
The winners really don't matter that much except for these categories:
-Dierks won breakthrough. Like there was any doubt. Everyone go vote for his latest video release: My Last Name (which is my favorite song on his album)
-Joe Don's rear did not win the Cameo and neither did Jake, Dierks' dog. Little Jimmy Dickens won. He is too short for the microphone. It wouldn't even go down far enough. It was taller than he was.
-Keith Urban didn't win any of the awards he was nominated for. I'm upset with all you Keith fans. I voted and voted. Someone else should have too. I hope he comes to cry on my shoulder (or other body parts).
-Tosh and I disagreed on only two awards and one of those was Female video. Tosh hates Shania, but she still voted for her and Shania won. That's the only reason Tosh beat me. Because she's a tiny plankton sized smidgeon hipocrite. (LOSER!) It was a good thing we only bet a quarter.
-Rascal Flats won Group/Duo for I Melt. Two words: Joe Don's Butt. (Actually that's three but his name has two words. Atleast his momma gave him some good assets.)
-Kenny won Male Video for There Goes My Life. This is the only area where I didn't vote for keith. I'm sorry but this song made my cry the first time I saw the video.
Plus the baby girl is so sweet and her daddy is so hot.
Tomarrow there's susposed to be a special editon of CMT Insider just about the Flameworthys. Yummy. I home Katie did some more interviews with my hubby and Mr. Faith Hill.
Anyhow, one of my personal favorite parts of the show was watching Dolly's outfit changes. She had seven different ones and not all of them were cool. Tosh liked the preparty the best. Dierks wore a suit when he preformed with the Del McCurry band. MMMMM MMMM MMM. He does clean up rather well.
Keith, my future husband strutted the red carpet with a wicked suite too. Tosh says the only thing that saved it from being a fasion fiasco was his rock star body. I thought it was hot. He could wear nothing and look like a million. (Wait, he already did that for Playgirl. If anyone has a copy I would love a sneek-peek and some colored photo copies.)
The winners really don't matter that much except for these categories:
-Dierks won breakthrough. Like there was any doubt. Everyone go vote for his latest video release: My Last Name (which is my favorite song on his album)
-Joe Don's rear did not win the Cameo and neither did Jake, Dierks' dog. Little Jimmy Dickens won. He is too short for the microphone. It wouldn't even go down far enough. It was taller than he was.
-Keith Urban didn't win any of the awards he was nominated for. I'm upset with all you Keith fans. I voted and voted. Someone else should have too. I hope he comes to cry on my shoulder (or other body parts).
-Tosh and I disagreed on only two awards and one of those was Female video. Tosh hates Shania, but she still voted for her and Shania won. That's the only reason Tosh beat me. Because she's a tiny plankton sized smidgeon hipocrite. (LOSER!) It was a good thing we only bet a quarter.
-Rascal Flats won Group/Duo for I Melt. Two words: Joe Don's Butt. (Actually that's three but his name has two words. Atleast his momma gave him some good assets.)
-Kenny won Male Video for There Goes My Life. This is the only area where I didn't vote for keith. I'm sorry but this song made my cry the first time I saw the video.
Plus the baby girl is so sweet and her daddy is so hot.
Tomarrow there's susposed to be a special editon of CMT Insider just about the Flameworthys. Yummy. I home Katie did some more interviews with my hubby and Mr. Faith Hill.
New Fall Class Schedule
Modern South Africa topical history study
Theories and Concepts of Geography
Intro to Cultural Geography
Teaching Middle school/Highschool
Intro to Educational Psychology
My ED class (that's the teaching one) I have with Tosh. As she says "It only took us two years to manage that."
Can't tell my intended major can you.
Theories and Concepts of Geography
Intro to Cultural Geography
Teaching Middle school/Highschool
Intro to Educational Psychology
My ED class (that's the teaching one) I have with Tosh. As she says "It only took us two years to manage that."
Can't tell my intended major can you.
Way cool...
I'm number 15 on the google search for Dierks Bentley. That's way exciting. I love Dierks, even if I am gonna marry keith. Uh, Yeah. So the Flameworthys are over. Tosh won our bet. I'll blog about that later.
Now we're heading for some late weeknight perkins. I'm trying to decide if I want hashbrowns or french fries. Tosh has to pay. I put four dollars worth of gas in my car today. I now have 20 cents in my check book. I don't think that summer job can come soon enough.
Now we're heading for some late weeknight perkins. I'm trying to decide if I want hashbrowns or french fries. Tosh has to pay. I put four dollars worth of gas in my car today. I now have 20 cents in my check book. I don't think that summer job can come soon enough.
Daiquiris and Paul Walker
Last night Becky and Crystal came over for strawberry daiquiris and we watched Timeline starring Paul Walker (of Varsity Blues and Fast and the Furious fame).
It was a cute movie. I'm not a big time travel story sort of person (I hated Journey to the Center of the Earth). But this one was cool. Paul's dad gets sent back in time by this corrupt guy and the rest of the archeological dig team is sent back to get him. There's a history lesson, a love story, and lots of adventure. It's not a blockbuster, or a epic masterpiece, but it's great for scamming a Friday night. (or tuesday as the case may be)
I had to google the movie site page so I could figure out who played this guy named Marek. Marek is the classical knight stuck in the modern era in this story. And he's cute in that dirty, rough and ready way I like. The actor's name is Gerard Buttler and he's from Glasglow. God how hot is that. And he was in The Cradle of Life with my girlie crush Angelina Jolie.
Also, if you've seen Mansfield Park's newest video reincarnation, Fanny Price plays the lead girl and Paul's love interest.
BTW We need a blender because an ice shaver doesn't make great daiquiris. It takes too much trouble. If anyone wants to donate one to the cause, let me know.
It was a cute movie. I'm not a big time travel story sort of person (I hated Journey to the Center of the Earth). But this one was cool. Paul's dad gets sent back in time by this corrupt guy and the rest of the archeological dig team is sent back to get him. There's a history lesson, a love story, and lots of adventure. It's not a blockbuster, or a epic masterpiece, but it's great for scamming a Friday night. (or tuesday as the case may be)
I had to google the movie site page so I could figure out who played this guy named Marek. Marek is the classical knight stuck in the modern era in this story. And he's cute in that dirty, rough and ready way I like. The actor's name is Gerard Buttler and he's from Glasglow. God how hot is that. And he was in The Cradle of Life with my girlie crush Angelina Jolie.
Also, if you've seen Mansfield Park's newest video reincarnation, Fanny Price plays the lead girl and Paul's love interest.
BTW We need a blender because an ice shaver doesn't make great daiquiris. It takes too much trouble. If anyone wants to donate one to the cause, let me know.
"I love you, Man!"
Yippie!!!! Ashbrook gave me a A-/B+ on my All Quiet on the Western Front book review.
His exact comments:
Lisa, very good. As I expected. I only have a few comments. Watch confusing statements and stylistic errors. A few grammar errors too. A Little more analysis at end could've strengthened review as well. Keep up the good work. It has been a pleasure having you in class.
AUGHHHHHHHHH!! I know he thinks I'm great. I liked his story about Joseph Stalin assassinating Trotsky. (The man had a stiletto sticking out of his eyeball so everyone would know who killed him. Is that not cool?) Everyone else in class was a bit disturbed by it.
Anyway, all I have left for that class is the final. I managed a 86 on the mid-term so I'm hoping I do well. I'm gonna have to arrange to take his WWII class some time.
His exact comments:
Lisa, very good. As I expected. I only have a few comments. Watch confusing statements and stylistic errors. A few grammar errors too. A Little more analysis at end could've strengthened review as well. Keep up the good work. It has been a pleasure having you in class.
AUGHHHHHHHHH!! I know he thinks I'm great. I liked his story about Joseph Stalin assassinating Trotsky. (The man had a stiletto sticking out of his eyeball so everyone would know who killed him. Is that not cool?) Everyone else in class was a bit disturbed by it.
Anyway, all I have left for that class is the final. I managed a 86 on the mid-term so I'm hoping I do well. I'm gonna have to arrange to take his WWII class some time.
Time to celebrate
I got into all my classes that I applied for. I even got the last seat in my ED class, which Tosh also has. So that's exciting. It's our first class we have together. My advisor wanted me to take some of the begining ED classes, but I ended up taking two geography classes. I guess the world's not going to end.
I'm also tweeking a bit because I'm taking this upper level history class about modernday south Africa. So I think I'm going to be doing some research on it this summer so I have some sort of background on it. All my other classes I've had some sort of prior knowledge of the subject, even if the only thing I really knew about anthropology was what I'd learned from the Indiana Jones and The Mummy movies.
As to South Africa, all I know is what happens in that Disney original move when the white South African girl goes to American in the 60's as part of a student exchange program. Probably not the best background info to enter a class with.
I'm also tweeking a bit because I'm taking this upper level history class about modernday south Africa. So I think I'm going to be doing some research on it this summer so I have some sort of background on it. All my other classes I've had some sort of prior knowledge of the subject, even if the only thing I really knew about anthropology was what I'd learned from the Indiana Jones and The Mummy movies.
As to South Africa, all I know is what happens in that Disney original move when the white South African girl goes to American in the 60's as part of a student exchange program. Probably not the best background info to enter a class with.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
The end of the world...
the water fountain on our floor is out of order and now I have to go all the way to the bathroom to get water. Ick. This sucks.
crying the blues
I hate school. I hate fall registration. I hate growing up. I hate this place. I'm going to quit school because it hates me and I don't like it anymore.
Alright. If you can't figure that out, I can't get into the stupid classes I need. I also have to go find the History office to apply for my major (which scares me for some reason) and I need to have 15 credits to get my financial aid (which I haven't sent in yet because my dad's accountant is a slow turtle's son of a bad word.)
Becky's talking about seeing some movies and stuff tonight. Maybe that's what I need. That and to sit and listen to Ashbrook tomarrow morning. He always makes me laugh. Everybody needs a low-class professor. He's fun.
Alright. If you can't figure that out, I can't get into the stupid classes I need. I also have to go find the History office to apply for my major (which scares me for some reason) and I need to have 15 credits to get my financial aid (which I haven't sent in yet because my dad's accountant is a slow turtle's son of a bad word.)
Becky's talking about seeing some movies and stuff tonight. Maybe that's what I need. That and to sit and listen to Ashbrook tomarrow morning. He always makes me laugh. Everybody needs a low-class professor. He's fun.
Fun things to say III...
Wicked
Codswallop
thwart
retribution
Miss Mary Mack
Goran Vijsnic (as in Dr. Luca Kovach from ER)
Princess Consuela Bannanahammock
Codswallop
thwart
retribution
Miss Mary Mack
Goran Vijsnic (as in Dr. Luca Kovach from ER)
Princess Consuela Bannanahammock
Monday, April 19, 2004
Funniest thing I've read all day.
In 1853 President Franklin Pierce's main goal was to get control of Cuba and was spitting rage filled purple when Spain refused to sell it. Then some dipwad American diplomats in Belgium conjured up this idea to take it by force and when that was leaked out Mr. Prez was even more pissed off because he couldn't steal it anymore.
Cows
My two best friends are obsessed with them. But now Erin has a new reason to be. See she's a bit flat chested and this weekend she was laying on her bunk, sucked in her breath and her ribs stuck out. "Look! Utters!" she shouts.
In the words of Maggie, "Yep. They're real."
(Oh for heavens sake go see Home on the Range. It's really cute. Did I mention Tim McGraw is on the sound track? EXACTLY! I should blog a review or something later. I liked the rabbit. He should have come home with me.)
Needless to say, mine are real and I don't look like I have utters. Watermellons maybe but not utters.
In the words of Maggie, "Yep. They're real."
(Oh for heavens sake go see Home on the Range. It's really cute. Did I mention Tim McGraw is on the sound track? EXACTLY! I should blog a review or something later. I liked the rabbit. He should have come home with me.)
Needless to say, mine are real and I don't look like I have utters. Watermellons maybe but not utters.
The Bank Of Toshia
She doesn't charge intrest, but she thinks she should start.
Anyhow, as you, my adoring public, know I am a poor broke college student. Therefore, I mooch off my best friend Miss Moneybags. even keeps a page in her little memo pad (with the Lisa Frank turtle peek-a-boo on the cover) that's titled Lisa's running tab.
This weekend I concieved the perfect way to get rid of my tab:
Toshia gets in a car accident by accident and her and her purse (containing peek-a-boo and Lisa's running tab) go flying from the car. She gets amnesia and her little book is stoled by a penguin named Stu who has a pet frog who is a paperivore (as in omnivore, herbivore, insectivore, carnivore, do I need to go on?) . Now I don't owe her money.
yes. I know. Perfect plan.
Anyhow, as you, my adoring public, know I am a poor broke college student. Therefore, I mooch off my best friend Miss Moneybags. even keeps a page in her little memo pad (with the Lisa Frank turtle peek-a-boo on the cover) that's titled Lisa's running tab.
This weekend I concieved the perfect way to get rid of my tab:
Toshia gets in a car accident by accident and her and her purse (containing peek-a-boo and Lisa's running tab) go flying from the car. She gets amnesia and her little book is stoled by a penguin named Stu who has a pet frog who is a paperivore (as in omnivore, herbivore, insectivore, carnivore, do I need to go on?) . Now I don't owe her money.
yes. I know. Perfect plan.
Shat
Well, it was just something fun to write so I did. But what I really wanted to bring up was that I found some great new Art work to gaze upon. This guy is Ruth Thompson's brother in law I believe and I love his "Guenivere" and a bunch of his other stuff. He's got some cute stuff and some half naked rather uh, geared to male intrest women. But his stuff is wonderful. I'm already picking out the ones I need to save money for.
Homework, Cars, and other things that ring.
I think that's the theme for my life. The kids in my classes are never going to know their grades and are going to hate me because I'm such a procrastinatior. Right now I'm putting off an eight page research paper on speeding. Yeah. Draft due tomarrow.
Becky was over for a while today. We went to see if my car would still start. It did, but the stupid break lights came on again. And I didn't even touch the break. Not cool. So I disconnected by battery. I guess all I can say is that I'm happy it's not winter. Stupid car.
Whining about the job search thing still. Got a lead on a new job possibility. Gotta look into it more. And Tosh's parents bought a new phone so we're going to hijack their old one. Woo hoo! Now I won't get tangled in the cord, can walk farther than two feet and can actually sit on a chair or something like a chair. Not just the floor. Yippie! We are entering civilization and the modern era!
Becky was over for a while today. We went to see if my car would still start. It did, but the stupid break lights came on again. And I didn't even touch the break. Not cool. So I disconnected by battery. I guess all I can say is that I'm happy it's not winter. Stupid car.
Whining about the job search thing still. Got a lead on a new job possibility. Gotta look into it more. And Tosh's parents bought a new phone so we're going to hijack their old one. Woo hoo! Now I won't get tangled in the cord, can walk farther than two feet and can actually sit on a chair or something like a chair. Not just the floor. Yippie! We are entering civilization and the modern era!
Sunday, April 18, 2004
proof I'm a schlup.
Saturday was my baby sister (whom I also refer to as "little Brother) 's birthday. I sent her a birthday card and in it she had directions to find her wrapped present in my room at my parents' house. Well I'm so brilliant that I wrote the adress on the card wrong.
The post office had to call my Dad and ask him in a letter adressed to "Little Brother" was susposed to be sent to their house. All I will say in my own defence is that I've never lived at that adress. The longest I've stayed there is a whole month.
Now I have to white out the adress on my Dad's birthday card. Once is cute, Twice shows complete stupidity.
The post office had to call my Dad and ask him in a letter adressed to "Little Brother" was susposed to be sent to their house. All I will say in my own defence is that I've never lived at that adress. The longest I've stayed there is a whole month.
Now I have to white out the adress on my Dad's birthday card. Once is cute, Twice shows complete stupidity.
Can I have a Beer?
I was watching CMT, I think, or mebbe it was GAC. Not really sure. Anyhow, I found a newbie singer that I haven't heard of and fell in love with his song. His name is Trent Willmon and the song is called Beer Man. I don't know anything about him and they don't have an artist page for him on CMT. I did find his page at his label. But I can wait. The song's wonderful. His video's susposed to go on rotation on GAC so check him out there.
By popular demand. . .
Alright.
My birth control is 100 percent. However, after last night, If I'm pregnant, Tosh is the dad.
*Giggles* Don't ask.
Alright what happened was at dinner or something this weekend we were talking about all the people we knew who were pregnant. That's when the whole concept of birthcontrol came up. Then we went back to Erin's and after a while went to bed. Me and Tosh had to bunk on the futon and in the middle of the night I woke up to Tosh's legs tossed over me. Therefore, If I'm pregnant she's the dad.
That still sounds stupid. Inside jokes don't make sense to anyone else. Ya'll should just follow me around so you get this stuff.
Now I'm gonna go eat my SURE-BERT!
My birth control is 100 percent. However, after last night, If I'm pregnant, Tosh is the dad.
*Giggles* Don't ask.
Alright what happened was at dinner or something this weekend we were talking about all the people we knew who were pregnant. That's when the whole concept of birthcontrol came up. Then we went back to Erin's and after a while went to bed. Me and Tosh had to bunk on the futon and in the middle of the night I woke up to Tosh's legs tossed over me. Therefore, If I'm pregnant she's the dad.
That still sounds stupid. Inside jokes don't make sense to anyone else. Ya'll should just follow me around so you get this stuff.
Now I'm gonna go eat my SURE-BERT!
Stealing Quizes from Erin's Blog
You're Thailand!
Calmer and more staunchly independent than almost all those around you,
you have a long history of rising above adversity. Recent adversity has led to questions
about your sexual promiscuity and the threat of disease, but you still manage to attract a
number of tourists and admirers. And despite any setbacks, you can really cook a good
meal whenever it's called for. Good enough to make people cry.
face="Times New Roman">Take the Country
Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
Strange. My birth control is 100 percent. However, after last night, If I'm pregnant, Tosh is the dad.
*Giggles* Don't ask.
BTW Tosh turned out to be the Vatican City.
Grease
Great line: "You're cruisin' for a bruisin'." -Kinickie
Funniest part: When the Scorpins come to the pep rally and Putsy pulls out a squirt gun in case they want to rumble.
Funniest part: When the Scorpins come to the pep rally and Putsy pulls out a squirt gun in case they want to rumble.
All is better now.
I heard Shaina Twain's UP! If anybody can remain cranky after hearing that song or seeing that video you should be ashamed of yourself for hitting puppies, eating young children, and not changing your name once you realized your mother named you Hitler.
Did I mention Tosh bought me raspberry sherbet? Yummy. (Why is it spelled sherbet when it is said sure-bert?)
Did I mention Tosh bought me raspberry sherbet? Yummy. (Why is it spelled sherbet when it is said sure-bert?)
I survived.
Went to Erin's this weekend. If ya want a picture of what was happening check out her blog.
The ride home, or actually the starting of the ride home sucked. I have this beautiful car. It's a two toned 89 Eagle Summit, with lots of other brand's parts on it. Anyhow, it decided that it didn't want to shut the break lights off and killed my battery. So I needed to get my battery jumped.
Then I got into a minor fender bender because some stupid guy parked NEXT to a parking spot and blocked the turn. But the girl that was involved was cool and we just exchanged paint. Tosh bruised her collar bone and we know for sure that all the safety features on my car work.
Then these communist bugs kept slaming into my winshield.
Now my head hurts. My car is still acting up. I played mechanic and I don't think it's going to work. However, I am eating pizza rolls, listening to GREASE on vh1 and I've only got a short paper to write for tomarrow's classes.
Life may be okay.
The ride home, or actually the starting of the ride home sucked. I have this beautiful car. It's a two toned 89 Eagle Summit, with lots of other brand's parts on it. Anyhow, it decided that it didn't want to shut the break lights off and killed my battery. So I needed to get my battery jumped.
Then I got into a minor fender bender because some stupid guy parked NEXT to a parking spot and blocked the turn. But the girl that was involved was cool and we just exchanged paint. Tosh bruised her collar bone and we know for sure that all the safety features on my car work.
Then these communist bugs kept slaming into my winshield.
Now my head hurts. My car is still acting up. I played mechanic and I don't think it's going to work. However, I am eating pizza rolls, listening to GREASE on vh1 and I've only got a short paper to write for tomarrow's classes.
Life may be okay.
Friday, April 16, 2004
Stop a minute for the tears.
This is gonna be a long one. I just got this e-mail from my aunt Mary. It made me tear up so bad, expecially because I'm one of those people who aren't exactly sure why we are over in Iraq. However, I support our military and I pray daily for our soldiers, expecially my best friend Matt and my cousin John. Here's the message:
I was sitting alone in one of those loud, casual steak houses that you find all over the country You know the type--a bucket of peanuts on every table, shells littering the floor, and a bunch of perky college kids racing around with longneck beers and sizzling platters.
Taking a sip of my iced tea, I studied the crowd over the rim of my glass. My gaze lingered on a group enjoying their meal. They wore no uniform to identify their branch of service, but they were definitely "military:" clean shaven, cropped haircut, and that "squared away" look that comes with pride.
Smiling sadly, I glanced across my table to the empty seat where my husband usually sat. It had only been a few months since we sat in this very booth, talking about his upcoming deployment to the Middle East. That was when he made me promise to get a sitter for the kids, come back to this restaurant once a month and treat myself to a nice steak. In turn he would treasure the thought of me being here, thinking about him until he returned home to me.
I fingered the little flag pin I constantly wear and wondered where he was at this very moment. Was he safe and warm? Was his cold any better? Were my letters getting through to him? As I pondered these thoughts, high pitched female voices from the next booth broke into my thoughts.
"I don't know what Bush is thinking about. Invading Iraq. You'd think that man would learn from his old man's mistakes. Good lord. What an idiot! I can't believe he is even in office. You do know, he stole the election."
I cut into my steak and tried to ignore them, as they began an endless tirade running down our president. I thought about the last night I spent with my husband, as he prepared to deploy. He had just returned from getting his smallpox and anthrax shots. The image of him standing in our kitchen packing his gas mask still gives me chills.
Once again the women's voices invaded my thoughts. "It is all about oil, you know. Our soldiers will go in and rape and steal all the oil they can in the name of 'freedom'. Hmph! I wonder how many innocent people they'll kill without giving it a thought? It's pure greed, you know."
My chest tightened as I stared at my wedding ring I could still see how handsome my husband looked in his "mess dress" the day he slipped it on my finger. I wondered what he was wearing now. Probably his desert uniform, affectionately dubbed "coffee stains" with a heavy bulletproof vest over it.
"You know, we should just leave Iraq alone. I don't think they are hiding any weapons. In fact, I bet it's all a big act just to increase the president's popularity. That's all it is, padding the military budget at the expense of our social security and education. And, you know what else? We're just asking for another 9-ll. I can't say when it happens again that we didn't deserve it."
Their words brought to mind the war protesters I had watched gathering outside our base. Did no one appreciate the sacrifice of brave men and women, who leave their homes and family to ensure our freedom? Do they even know what "freedom" is?
I glanced at the table where the young men were sitting, and saw their courageous faces change. They had stopped eating and looked at each other dejectedly, listening to the women talking.
"Well, I, for one, think it's just deplorable to invade Iraq, and I am certainly sick of our tax dollars going to train professional baby killers we call a military."
Professional baby killers? I thought about what a wonderful father my husband is, and of how long it would be before he would see our children again.
That's it! Indignation rose up inside me. Normally reserved, pride in my husband gave me a brassy boldness I never realized I had. Tonight one voice will answer on behalf of our military, and let her pride in our troops be known.
Sliding out of my booth, I walked around to the adjoining booth and placed my hands flat on their table. Lowering myself to eye level with them, I smilingly said, "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation.
You see, I'm sitting here trying to enjoy my dinner alone. And, do you know why? Because my husband, whom I love with all my heart, is halfway around the world defending your right to say rotten things about him."
"Yes, you have the right to your opinion, and what you think is none of my business. However, what you say in public is something else, and I will not sit by and listen to you ridicule MY country, MY president, MY husband, and all the other fine American men and women who put their lives on the line, just so you can have the "freedom" to complain. Freedom is an expensive commodity, ladies. Don't let your actions cheapen it."
I must have been louder that I meant to be, because the manager came over to inquire if everything was all right. "Yes, thank you," I replied. Then turning back to the women, I said, "Enjoy the rest of your meal."
As I returned to my booth applause broke out. I was embarrassed for making a scene, and went back to my half eaten steak. The women picked up their check and scurried away.
After finishing my meal, and while waiting for my check, the manager returned with a huge apple cobbler ala mode. "Compliments of those soldiers," he said. He also smiled and said the ladies tried to pay for my dinner, but that another couple had beaten them to it. When I asked who, the manager said they had already left, but that the gentleman was a veteran, and wanted to take care of the wife of "one of our boys."
With a lump in my throat, I gratefully turned to the soldiers and thanked them for the cobbler. Grinning from ear to ear, they came over and surrounded the booth. "We just wanted to thank you, ma'am. You know we can't get into confrontations with civilians, so we appreciate what you did."
As I drove home, for the first time since my husband's deployment, I didn't feel quite so alone. My heart was filled with the warmth of the other diners who stopped by my table, to relate how they, too, were proud of my husband, and would keep him in their prayers. I knew their flags would fly a little higher the next day.
Perhaps they would look for more tangible ways to show their pride in our country, and the military who protect her. And maybe, just maybe, the two women who were railing against our country, would pause for a minute to appreciate all the freedom America offers, and the price it pays to maintain it's freedom.
As for me, I have learned that one voice CAN make a difference. Maybe the next time protesters gather outside the gates of the base where I live, I will proudly stand on the opposite side with a sign of my own. It will simply say, "Thank You!"
(*Lori Kimble is a 31 year old teacher and proud military wife. A California native, Mrs. Kimble currently lives in Alabama)
To those who fought for our Nation: Freedom has a flavor the protected will never know. GOD BLESS AMERICA!
(This was included with the above email)
I know everybody has reasons to hate our war and dispise our president, but we need to have the common curtesy to defend our country even when we disagree. I remember the first time I went out to eat with Matt while he was wearing his class A's. He had just gotten back from basic and was visiting Bemidiji with us, but had to bring his guard stuff because he had to go to Ripley that weekend. We went to eat at Perkins and some lady walked up to him, shook his hand, and said, "I want to thank you for serving our country." Matt just said, "you're welcome." smiled, and went on his way into the resturant. When we sat to eat, Matt admited to being a bit embarassed because he hadn't really done anything. I told him that it wasn't important about how he felt, but how he made that woman feel.
Now days when I see the ROTC people on campus or the other reservists I think of that and smile at them. Say hi. It makes me feel better that I support our troops, whether or not I agree with the political policy that is behind it.
I was sitting alone in one of those loud, casual steak houses that you find all over the country You know the type--a bucket of peanuts on every table, shells littering the floor, and a bunch of perky college kids racing around with longneck beers and sizzling platters.
Taking a sip of my iced tea, I studied the crowd over the rim of my glass. My gaze lingered on a group enjoying their meal. They wore no uniform to identify their branch of service, but they were definitely "military:" clean shaven, cropped haircut, and that "squared away" look that comes with pride.
Smiling sadly, I glanced across my table to the empty seat where my husband usually sat. It had only been a few months since we sat in this very booth, talking about his upcoming deployment to the Middle East. That was when he made me promise to get a sitter for the kids, come back to this restaurant once a month and treat myself to a nice steak. In turn he would treasure the thought of me being here, thinking about him until he returned home to me.
I fingered the little flag pin I constantly wear and wondered where he was at this very moment. Was he safe and warm? Was his cold any better? Were my letters getting through to him? As I pondered these thoughts, high pitched female voices from the next booth broke into my thoughts.
"I don't know what Bush is thinking about. Invading Iraq. You'd think that man would learn from his old man's mistakes. Good lord. What an idiot! I can't believe he is even in office. You do know, he stole the election."
I cut into my steak and tried to ignore them, as they began an endless tirade running down our president. I thought about the last night I spent with my husband, as he prepared to deploy. He had just returned from getting his smallpox and anthrax shots. The image of him standing in our kitchen packing his gas mask still gives me chills.
Once again the women's voices invaded my thoughts. "It is all about oil, you know. Our soldiers will go in and rape and steal all the oil they can in the name of 'freedom'. Hmph! I wonder how many innocent people they'll kill without giving it a thought? It's pure greed, you know."
My chest tightened as I stared at my wedding ring I could still see how handsome my husband looked in his "mess dress" the day he slipped it on my finger. I wondered what he was wearing now. Probably his desert uniform, affectionately dubbed "coffee stains" with a heavy bulletproof vest over it.
"You know, we should just leave Iraq alone. I don't think they are hiding any weapons. In fact, I bet it's all a big act just to increase the president's popularity. That's all it is, padding the military budget at the expense of our social security and education. And, you know what else? We're just asking for another 9-ll. I can't say when it happens again that we didn't deserve it."
Their words brought to mind the war protesters I had watched gathering outside our base. Did no one appreciate the sacrifice of brave men and women, who leave their homes and family to ensure our freedom? Do they even know what "freedom" is?
I glanced at the table where the young men were sitting, and saw their courageous faces change. They had stopped eating and looked at each other dejectedly, listening to the women talking.
"Well, I, for one, think it's just deplorable to invade Iraq, and I am certainly sick of our tax dollars going to train professional baby killers we call a military."
Professional baby killers? I thought about what a wonderful father my husband is, and of how long it would be before he would see our children again.
That's it! Indignation rose up inside me. Normally reserved, pride in my husband gave me a brassy boldness I never realized I had. Tonight one voice will answer on behalf of our military, and let her pride in our troops be known.
Sliding out of my booth, I walked around to the adjoining booth and placed my hands flat on their table. Lowering myself to eye level with them, I smilingly said, "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation.
You see, I'm sitting here trying to enjoy my dinner alone. And, do you know why? Because my husband, whom I love with all my heart, is halfway around the world defending your right to say rotten things about him."
"Yes, you have the right to your opinion, and what you think is none of my business. However, what you say in public is something else, and I will not sit by and listen to you ridicule MY country, MY president, MY husband, and all the other fine American men and women who put their lives on the line, just so you can have the "freedom" to complain. Freedom is an expensive commodity, ladies. Don't let your actions cheapen it."
I must have been louder that I meant to be, because the manager came over to inquire if everything was all right. "Yes, thank you," I replied. Then turning back to the women, I said, "Enjoy the rest of your meal."
As I returned to my booth applause broke out. I was embarrassed for making a scene, and went back to my half eaten steak. The women picked up their check and scurried away.
After finishing my meal, and while waiting for my check, the manager returned with a huge apple cobbler ala mode. "Compliments of those soldiers," he said. He also smiled and said the ladies tried to pay for my dinner, but that another couple had beaten them to it. When I asked who, the manager said they had already left, but that the gentleman was a veteran, and wanted to take care of the wife of "one of our boys."
With a lump in my throat, I gratefully turned to the soldiers and thanked them for the cobbler. Grinning from ear to ear, they came over and surrounded the booth. "We just wanted to thank you, ma'am. You know we can't get into confrontations with civilians, so we appreciate what you did."
As I drove home, for the first time since my husband's deployment, I didn't feel quite so alone. My heart was filled with the warmth of the other diners who stopped by my table, to relate how they, too, were proud of my husband, and would keep him in their prayers. I knew their flags would fly a little higher the next day.
Perhaps they would look for more tangible ways to show their pride in our country, and the military who protect her. And maybe, just maybe, the two women who were railing against our country, would pause for a minute to appreciate all the freedom America offers, and the price it pays to maintain it's freedom.
As for me, I have learned that one voice CAN make a difference. Maybe the next time protesters gather outside the gates of the base where I live, I will proudly stand on the opposite side with a sign of my own. It will simply say, "Thank You!"
(*Lori Kimble is a 31 year old teacher and proud military wife. A California native, Mrs. Kimble currently lives in Alabama)
To those who fought for our Nation: Freedom has a flavor the protected will never know. GOD BLESS AMERICA!
(This was included with the above email)
I know everybody has reasons to hate our war and dispise our president, but we need to have the common curtesy to defend our country even when we disagree. I remember the first time I went out to eat with Matt while he was wearing his class A's. He had just gotten back from basic and was visiting Bemidiji with us, but had to bring his guard stuff because he had to go to Ripley that weekend. We went to eat at Perkins and some lady walked up to him, shook his hand, and said, "I want to thank you for serving our country." Matt just said, "you're welcome." smiled, and went on his way into the resturant. When we sat to eat, Matt admited to being a bit embarassed because he hadn't really done anything. I told him that it wasn't important about how he felt, but how he made that woman feel.
Now days when I see the ROTC people on campus or the other reservists I think of that and smile at them. Say hi. It makes me feel better that I support our troops, whether or not I agree with the political policy that is behind it.
Thursday, April 15, 2004
and now for the unveiling
I finally finished (or atleast as finished as it's gonna get since it's due today) my Web Pages. Check them out Here!
It looks so cool. Just ask Tosh. I keep making her look at it and give me feed back. She keeps making me send her the link. Check it out. *looks with eager puppie eyes* Come on, ya know ya want to. In fact, there might be a picture of you, or your future husband, or the link to a wonderful site that you've been dying to see on there.
oh, Just do it and I'll quit nagging.
It looks so cool. Just ask Tosh. I keep making her look at it and give me feed back. She keeps making me send her the link. Check it out. *looks with eager puppie eyes* Come on, ya know ya want to. In fact, there might be a picture of you, or your future husband, or the link to a wonderful site that you've been dying to see on there.
oh, Just do it and I'll quit nagging.
Yea! Finally!
I found it. It's taken me forever and I don't understand why I didn't check there in the first place. Ever since I heard that Dierks Bentley's bassist, Michelle Poe, was releasing an album I wanted to check out her new single. Well I found the link to her site on his Web page. (duh!)
Anyhow listen to here single here. It's called Just one of the Boys.
Right now I'm listening to Big & Rich's new album on CMT Listening party. They're a rocking band. Not a bluegrass leaning one. It's a party album. Go take a listen.
Anyhow listen to here single here. It's called Just one of the Boys.
Right now I'm listening to Big & Rich's new album on CMT Listening party. They're a rocking band. Not a bluegrass leaning one. It's a party album. Go take a listen.
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
I think Big and Rich has a new fan.
I just noticed that CMT has a listening party for Big & Rich. I love the song they have out on the radio, and their new single is called Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy). How can you not love a song with that title?
There's a cold going around....
and it's effecting everyone's computers. Erin's got virus probs, Angel's is crashing, and my disc drive is acting up. I think I still have warrenty so I can just give Dell a holla' and get it fixed I think.
Ooo, Tosh is listening to her new Blue County cd. I love this song. I think you can still check out their new album on CMT. Yep. Here. The whole album is great. You guys prolly have heard Good Little Girls on the radio. Tosh's favorite cuts are Nothing But Cowboy Boots and Losin' at Love. Mine are That's Cool, Sounds Like Home, and Ride on.
Ooo, Tosh is listening to her new Blue County cd. I love this song. I think you can still check out their new album on CMT. Yep. Here. The whole album is great. You guys prolly have heard Good Little Girls on the radio. Tosh's favorite cuts are Nothing But Cowboy Boots and Losin' at Love. Mine are That's Cool, Sounds Like Home, and Ride on.
Book report
Last night I finished reading Kissing the Countess by Susan King. It's the last book in her Victorian Scotland trilogy. It was a great trilogy, but only an okay book. My favorite of the three was the middle one, Waking the Princess. The books stand well on their own so if you want to skip the last one, that's fine.
Right now, I'm reading a book called the Paridise Bargain by Betina Krahn. I've never read anything or heard about her before. The books going okay. It takes place during the Whisky Rebellion in Pennsylvania, so I'm enjoying if forthat perspective.
Becky showed up and we're going to go feed the ducks.
Right now, I'm reading a book called the Paridise Bargain by Betina Krahn. I've never read anything or heard about her before. The books going okay. It takes place during the Whisky Rebellion in Pennsylvania, so I'm enjoying if forthat perspective.
Becky showed up and we're going to go feed the ducks.
Check out this tidbit
filched from here.
Parton Named Living Legend by Library of Congress
Dolly Parton will accept the Living Legend award from the Library of Congress in Washington, D.C., on Wednesday (April 14), and will perform at the ceremony. Past winners of this award include Johnny Cash, Ray Charles and Ralph Stanley. Chosen by the Library's curators and subject specialists, the award recognizes individuals who have advanced or embodied the American ideal of individual creativity, conviction, dedication and exuberance.
I think this is amazing for a couple of different reasons. The most important being I can't imagine anyone else who fits the criteria of winning this award any better. Dolly is such an amazing person. And she's got more than just boobs. I mean she's smart and an excellent song writer and singer. She's written over 3000 songs. And is one of the most recognizable American Icons in the world.
And not just because of her buxom, Adam. It's tasteless, tacky, and trashy to even hint at that. Besides Dolly is way better than Tommy Franks. Ick.
Parton Named Living Legend by Library of Congress
Dolly Parton will accept the Living Legend award from the Library of Congress in Washington, D.C., on Wednesday (April 14), and will perform at the ceremony. Past winners of this award include Johnny Cash, Ray Charles and Ralph Stanley. Chosen by the Library's curators and subject specialists, the award recognizes individuals who have advanced or embodied the American ideal of individual creativity, conviction, dedication and exuberance.
I think this is amazing for a couple of different reasons. The most important being I can't imagine anyone else who fits the criteria of winning this award any better. Dolly is such an amazing person. And she's got more than just boobs. I mean she's smart and an excellent song writer and singer. She's written over 3000 songs. And is one of the most recognizable American Icons in the world.
And not just because of her buxom, Adam. It's tasteless, tacky, and trashy to even hint at that. Besides Dolly is way better than Tommy Franks. Ick.
Monday, April 12, 2004
Something Wicked
Still putting off homework. I checked out the movie trailers coming out this summer and found this one. I don't think this story will ever die. I can't wait. I've always loved the tales of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round table. And Gwen has always been a hero of mine, even though they claim she tossed Author for Lancelot. If Arthur is played by Sean Connery, I'd toss him too. Ick. Anyhow, check out the trailer. I'm begining to be a big fan of Kiera Knightly's. She's a Babe.
FYI
Right now I'm watching Hope Floats and ducking homework. I'm never going on national television with any of my best friends. Except maybe Matt, I'm pretty positive he's not gay. This movie makes me think of Harry Conick Jr.'s killer voice. He may not be the prettiest guy in the world, but damn it, he can sing.
What else? I dunno. I guess that's it for this posting. Oh I know, Happy late Easter and Happy Early Birthday to Anna. That's it. You can quit reading now. Yep.
What else? I dunno. I guess that's it for this posting. Oh I know, Happy late Easter and Happy Early Birthday to Anna. That's it. You can quit reading now. Yep.
Thursday, April 08, 2004
Ta Da!
I got my book review finished finally, and I've got some changes over on my website that ya'll should check out. Uh, I guess that's it. Back to the grind stone. (that always sounds like it's going to take my nose off. Not sure why I get that feeling from saying it. grind stone comes no where near nose. oh well)
I'm sick of it up to here
Arrrrrrrrrrgh. I hate school. I'm going to die covered in homework left to do. I know it. Don't even try and convince me otherwise. Atleast I'm halfway done with my All Quiet on the Western Front book review. Although, I haven't really started on my English paper and that one is starting to pile up pretty high. I have another paper, two actually, due on monday for that same history class. Plus, my other History prof has decided to miss class on thursday, so now I have a couple of papers due on tuesday. Oh, how sucky is this.
By the way, Tosh, Tom is here for my class because Plamen can't be here. Thought you'd like to know.
By the way, Tosh, Tom is here for my class because Plamen can't be here. Thought you'd like to know.
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
passin' time
Just thought I'd leave a few love notes. I should start up on some homework, but I think I'm gonna give it a bit of a rest.
Had a decent chat with Adam (the mayo kid) in English today. I was also talking to this cute guy named Chris. ( don't hold yer breath Erin, he's already got a girl) It was mildly entertaining. Oh yeah. Chris is insanely jealous I saw Kenny, Keith, and Dierks.
I'm happy because the girls I didn't like got kicked off of Nashville Star on Saturday. Go George and Jennifer and Lance, my catapiller beer breakfast man.
Uh, I need to write a book review for All Quiet. It's due on Friday *looks cautiously over shoulder and whispers* if anybody wants to hook me up. *flicks collar up like Dick Tracy* I mean I'd never do anything like that. Ah-hem.
I think I'm gonna go chill with one of my Carly Phillips books. Her "Simply" books have been reissued and Tosh picked me one up at Goodwill and I borrowed the others from the Library.
Ciao!
Had a decent chat with Adam (the mayo kid) in English today. I was also talking to this cute guy named Chris. ( don't hold yer breath Erin, he's already got a girl) It was mildly entertaining. Oh yeah. Chris is insanely jealous I saw Kenny, Keith, and Dierks.
I'm happy because the girls I didn't like got kicked off of Nashville Star on Saturday. Go George and Jennifer and Lance, my catapiller beer breakfast man.
Uh, I need to write a book review for All Quiet. It's due on Friday *looks cautiously over shoulder and whispers* if anybody wants to hook me up. *flicks collar up like Dick Tracy* I mean I'd never do anything like that. Ah-hem.
I think I'm gonna go chill with one of my Carly Phillips books. Her "Simply" books have been reissued and Tosh picked me one up at Goodwill and I borrowed the others from the Library.
Ciao!
Monday, April 05, 2004
Fun things to say III....
Annihilation
adaptation
Procrastination
*any word that ends in shun
boomerang
vegemite
Don Pablo
Hakuna Matata
Dierks
goshawk
Girly Man (say it like Arnold)
adaptation
Procrastination
*any word that ends in shun
boomerang
vegemite
Don Pablo
Hakuna Matata
Dierks
goshawk
Girly Man (say it like Arnold)
Wonder where I can find a copy of this?
This article is talking about a country song titled "Hillbilly porn". I want to find the lyrics, so if anyone see them let me know. The article says they're not sure if the guy's gonna release it on an album or as a single...I just wanna hear it once. Read the article. It's funny.
The perfect country song
This is the last verse to Call me by my name by David Allen Coe.
Well, I was drunk the day my Mom got outta prison.
And I went to pick her up in the rain.
But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train.
Just imagine an entire stadium screaming that out, then heading straight into a rendition of "What Was I Thinkin"
Well, I was drunk the day my Mom got outta prison.
And I went to pick her up in the rain.
But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train.
Just imagine an entire stadium screaming that out, then heading straight into a rendition of "What Was I Thinkin"
A few days later. . . Guitars Tiki Bars and a Whole Lotta Love!
I should be doing homework, but I just can't get this past weekend out of my head. I've got papers and all sorts of annoying things to do, but I'm listening to Sheryl Crow and blogging about keith's crotch instead.
I know everyone out there is curious about my concert because I haven't shut up about it ever since I bought the tickets. Here are some highlights for you:
-I wore my cowboy hat I bought at Walmart and looked like I walked off the set of Urban Cowboy in the 80's.
-During Dierks' set some guy spilt beer down the back of Anna's pants.
-Dierks had to hobble about like a wuss on crutches, and he and the crowd sang David Allen Coe's perfect country song. It's a Real country song...I should find the lyrics.
-Keith started out his set with one of my favorite songs, and later in his set someone threw a black thong at him and he hung it on his mike stand.
-and the head banging.....Lord is he beautiful...
-during "Where the Black Top Ends" Kenny Chesney came through our section and I stood about eight people from him. He looks like he does on TV. He's two inches taller than me. This upset me because I love Keith way more than Kenny.
-Kenny's fiddler is from Minneapolis.
-During the Finalie of "Jack and Diane" Dierks and Keith came back out and Dierks signed Keith's shirt.
-After we went to Perkin's and I ordered a Cheseburger and got exactly eleven french fries with my order. I also got a salad and it cost me $9.03.
I've managed to sound like I got roughed up for the past couple of days and I'm hoping that goes away. I don't know what else to say about the concert except that I love Keith and I hope he comes to play at FanJam latter this summer so I can go see him again.
Oh, yeah, He has beautiful guitar skills....*blinks innocently as possible while mentally picturing the crotch shots on the jumbo-trons*
I know everyone out there is curious about my concert because I haven't shut up about it ever since I bought the tickets. Here are some highlights for you:
-I wore my cowboy hat I bought at Walmart and looked like I walked off the set of Urban Cowboy in the 80's.
-During Dierks' set some guy spilt beer down the back of Anna's pants.
-Dierks had to hobble about like a wuss on crutches, and he and the crowd sang David Allen Coe's perfect country song. It's a Real country song...I should find the lyrics.
-Keith started out his set with one of my favorite songs, and later in his set someone threw a black thong at him and he hung it on his mike stand.
-and the head banging.....Lord is he beautiful...
-during "Where the Black Top Ends" Kenny Chesney came through our section and I stood about eight people from him. He looks like he does on TV. He's two inches taller than me. This upset me because I love Keith way more than Kenny.
-Kenny's fiddler is from Minneapolis.
-During the Finalie of "Jack and Diane" Dierks and Keith came back out and Dierks signed Keith's shirt.
-After we went to Perkin's and I ordered a Cheseburger and got exactly eleven french fries with my order. I also got a salad and it cost me $9.03.
I've managed to sound like I got roughed up for the past couple of days and I'm hoping that goes away. I don't know what else to say about the concert except that I love Keith and I hope he comes to play at FanJam latter this summer so I can go see him again.
Oh, yeah, He has beautiful guitar skills....*blinks innocently as possible while mentally picturing the crotch shots on the jumbo-trons*
Friday, April 02, 2004
Thursday, April 01, 2004
Hey ya'll
Check out my web page in progress here. I have it some where else down the page, but it wasn't cool then. I haven't quite figured out how to put links on my sidebar yet, so until I get that HTML literate, ya'll will just have to bare with me.
Oh yeah. Two days till Guitars, Tiki bars, and a whole lotta love.
Oh yeah. Two days till Guitars, Tiki bars, and a whole lotta love.
the unpatriot
Right. So today I got one of the weirdest insults ever. I had a kid, who I've never met and probably will never see ever again in my entire long and fulfilling life.
I was sitting in the hall way outside of my American History class reading Taming the Heiress (by Susan King). I had leaned against the wall and slid my flip-flops off. They're one of my favorite pairs with the statue of Liberty printed on the footpad part.
He told me I must support terrorism and that I was unpatriotic because I was constantly walking on the "enduring symbol of freedom in this country." You'd think I did something sacrilegious. I can't believe how ignorant he sounded to me.
But does he have a point? I mean after the Superbowl there was the major Janet scandal, but there was also complaints about dirty dancing on the part of Nelly, and more to the point with this post, Kid Rock wearing a poncho of the American Flag.
Is wearing stuff like that unpatriotic or all these people political correctness slaves?
I asked a question. That means I'm highly encouraging debate!!!
I was sitting in the hall way outside of my American History class reading Taming the Heiress (by Susan King). I had leaned against the wall and slid my flip-flops off. They're one of my favorite pairs with the statue of Liberty printed on the footpad part.
He told me I must support terrorism and that I was unpatriotic because I was constantly walking on the "enduring symbol of freedom in this country." You'd think I did something sacrilegious. I can't believe how ignorant he sounded to me.
But does he have a point? I mean after the Superbowl there was the major Janet scandal, but there was also complaints about dirty dancing on the part of Nelly, and more to the point with this post, Kid Rock wearing a poncho of the American Flag.
Is wearing stuff like that unpatriotic or all these people political correctness slaves?
I asked a question. That means I'm highly encouraging debate!!!
The (Evil) Name Game Continues
Unfortunatly, I, Toshia, have used up my entire amout of power that runs my brain in classes today so I'm not sure if I can figure out new names to call y'all. But I'm sure as hell going to try. Let's see...
dingusbutt
nimrod
doorknob
foot fungus
Eh, I'm not really feeling it today. I'll poke fun at you later...
dingusbutt
nimrod
doorknob
foot fungus
Eh, I'm not really feeling it today. I'll poke fun at you later...