tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148996532024-03-07T15:18:14.235-05:00Made in RichmondOne doesn't *become* a Southern lady. You either are, or you are not. No amount of acclimation will make up for a lack of upbringing based on bare feet, good manners, and the mastery of "puddling" rather than sweating.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.comBlogger437125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-86722317985293516892007-05-18T19:30:00.001-05:002007-05-18T19:31:16.072-05:00Official moveOk, even though I'm not thrilled with how it looks, all posting will be happening here from now on. Update your blogrolls and bookmarks!Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-80734671861787696932007-05-18T15:51:00.001-05:002007-05-18T15:57:40.165-05:00Various thingsI'll be moving here soon. I know, it's very exciting. I hate the colors and the only link I have is to West of the Boulevard (coincidentally, the one switching me over there happens to run West of the Boulevard...). But it will be up to my liking soon I hope.The first students I ever taught have their 8th grade formal this weekend. It's nuts that they will be going to high school next year. Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-3938392727441487782007-05-18T08:56:00.000-05:002007-05-18T09:02:44.720-05:00TaggedSo, I've been tagged and I need to post 7 random things about myself and then tag 7 other people to do the same. Here we go, here we go now.1. My first thought when I got my diploma from UR was, "Ha ha! I've tricked them all!"2. I love looking at maps but I cannot read them.3. I'm obsessed with people's triceps and I'm convinced that everyone else's are better than mine.4. I think all of myValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-80336053570628694142007-05-17T21:06:00.000-05:002007-05-18T08:55:38.562-05:00TMJ update (because I knowing you are all dying to get the latest)Well, it's been over week since the Gum Chewing Punishment set in. I called the dentist last night and left a pitiful message asking them to call me back as soon as they could. I meant that as around 9:00am. They took it as 6:42am. At least they are efficient.Anyway, I can't get in until Wednesday afternoon. All they are going to do is tell me that I need a NightGuard. The same NightGuard that myValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-60361923864644506872007-05-17T20:54:00.000-05:002007-05-17T21:03:16.453-05:00Butt Status: KickedI went to BodyCombat at Gold's Gym tonight. It's basically a lot of shadow boxing and jumping around and kicking and what not. Oh, and dying. Did I mention the dying? Dying for a solid hour and then much soreness follows the dying. It was great.One thing I've learned from trying out several of the classes at Gold's is that I'm not much of "move around person." Sure, I exercise, but that Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-83679429757069440922007-05-16T22:20:00.000-05:002007-05-16T22:29:18.499-05:00The Pity Party is Over!!! (...for now)I walked into the bathroom this evening, about to step into the shower after this evening's trip to the gym, and what did I find (or not find)? The scale. Ross has hidden it. I think that's a pretty strong message. I have very strong OCD tendencies and they have all been chanelled into weighing myself 5,436 times a day. Ross knows this and knew that extreme measures had to be taken. So, Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-107927722792124362007-05-15T19:50:00.000-05:002007-05-15T19:57:35.740-05:00PlateauI'm seriously about to have a break down a la Lilly Allen. (The funny thing is, I *just* saw her on TV and thought, This girl looks like a lovely, normal-sized woman. What a nice thing to see.) I'm stuck on a weight that I'm not happy with. It's not that I'm concerned with numbers, I'm just not particularly pleased with how this number represents itself on my body and in my overall state of Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-42628710121875586302007-05-14T17:24:00.000-05:002007-05-15T09:30:35.248-05:00Real life encounter of the best kindRoss and I were in Ellwood Thompson's this afternoon when I heard someone call out my name. I looked over and didn't see anyone I recognized. My first thought was, "Oh, Lord, this could go either way."My recent experiences with a certain someone have made me a little weary of the many somewhat strangers out on the Internets. I wasn't certain that this encounter would be about this blog, but I hadValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-19663526454729172852007-05-13T21:31:00.000-05:002007-05-13T21:33:48.442-05:00Weekend Wrap upFriday: Got a job, picked up Ross, went to the in-laws, chatted it up, listened to Ross play the ukulele, went to bed.Saturday: Went to the gym, went to Matthew's graduation party, celebrated Mother's Day with in-laws, played some dominoes, went to bed.Sunday: Went to the gym, puttered around the house, went to church, celebrated Mother's Day with my mom, visited with siblings, going to bed Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-42000711604831693502007-05-12T12:58:00.000-05:002008-12-08T17:31:14.353-05:00My favorite friendIt was 1:00am and Zapp was very determined to see what I was doing on the Internets. I took the opportunity to capture her beauty for all of you to behold. As you can see, we have matching eyeliner and we are very much in love.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-75862425785588065902007-05-12T12:50:00.000-05:002007-05-12T12:53:40.630-05:00Appetizing.Upon pulling up to the drive thru window, I had this conversation...Cashier: Here ya go. I'm trying to hurry because I really have to take a sh*t.Me: *blink* *blink*Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-6536201377173264382007-05-11T23:02:00.000-05:002007-05-11T23:23:51.468-05:00Facing the ConsequencesI woke up this morning feeling like I had gotten punched in the face I knew it couldn't have been Ross (this time, at least) because he was off saving Richmond last night. I spent all day trying to figure out exactly why it hurt to both open *and* close my mouth. See, I have the TMJ. Well, actually, we all have the TMJ. For some reason, having a problem with your TMJ is described by simply Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-31614621783051001142007-05-11T22:54:00.000-05:002007-05-11T23:00:12.808-05:00Excitement aboundsI accepted the offer and as of the end of June I will officially be a copywriter. More importantly, Ross got a ukulele today and he's learning to play the song from Joe Versus the Volcano.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-67500025982543028652007-05-10T20:23:00.000-05:002007-05-10T20:31:55.170-05:00Personal SpaceI went to Target this afternoon buying more versions of the T-shirts I wear everyday (except these are V-neck-CRAAAAZY). While I was standing at the checkout counter, a man got in line behind me. And by behind me I mean *right* behind me. It was almost like he was trying to snuggle. He was standing so close to me that the cashier actually started ringing his stuff up with mine and putting it Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-14929907650384799442007-05-10T14:01:00.000-05:002007-05-10T14:04:46.470-05:00To all those trolled.I'm sorry if you were one of the people bombarded by a comment about me. I have no idea who this person is and I don't care. I'm just sorry that you have random comments on your posts now. I just think it's incredibly lame that someone has nothing better to do than not only harass me, but also harass the people who know me, on here or in meatspace. I'm sorry for the inconvenience and Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-68890697375462978052007-05-10T13:42:00.000-05:002007-05-10T13:44:51.343-05:00Well, I'll be...So I got a job offer. I'm still kind of stunned, partially (ok, totally) because I was told that this blog helped me get the job. The formal offer comes tomorrow, so it won't be official until then. Regardless, I think I've earned myself a nap.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-62141189687248334302007-05-09T20:16:00.000-05:002007-05-10T08:03:23.496-05:00Things I remember from when I was little...When my sister and I used to take baths, she would always make me sit in the part of the bathtub that was more shallow while she lounged in the deeper part that held more warm water.Also, my sister used to have to blow dry my hair when we were little. If I screamed because of any tangles, she would hit me in the back with the brush.I used to never want to listen to the "Nightmare on My Street" byValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-45941115398163446142007-05-09T13:10:00.000-05:002007-05-09T13:17:53.911-05:00StatusFor those of you interested, no I haven't found a job yet. I have a third (yes, that's right, third) meeting with a company tomorrow for lunch and another interview set up for Monday.I have started taking things down in my classroom. This is making the kids very sad and me very excited. It's making the whole concept of leaving very real.I am still not pregnant, nor do we plan on that happeningValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-41460987533768933962007-05-08T16:08:00.000-05:002007-05-08T16:10:13.115-05:00Dear Creatures on the roof/in the attic,I'm going to keep pretending that you are not there as long as you keep not busting through my ceiling and keep not eating my face of and/or clawing my eyes out.Regards,Your tolerant, appreciative downstairs neighborValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-57631605897650925802007-05-08T16:00:00.001-05:002008-12-08T17:31:14.613-05:00Look what I found!Do you know who these people are????Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-17676146128905699032007-05-08T15:01:00.000-05:002007-05-08T15:25:17.174-05:00Marriage.I'm only 25 so I haven't done a whole lot, but I can say without hesistation that marrying Ross is the best thing I ever did. This realization came to me this morning as I looked over and saw him sleeping. He was lying there (having taken ALL of the sheet, as per usual), with his face smushed into the pillow, lips pouting out, hand curled up under his chin as if pondering something. I love Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-10423188140119538742007-05-07T20:19:00.000-05:002007-05-07T20:35:09.374-05:00Defatting updateSo apparently I am the incredible shrinking woman. My pants which were a little snug two weeks ago can now be taken off without unbuttoning them. Convenient, yes, but not a very flattering fit.Also, Ross made delicious wraps with our delicious organic vegetables for dinner. Seriously, you should consider joining something like Sprout. Everything tastes amazing and the cost is equal or less Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-26608068326329311012007-05-07T20:05:00.000-05:002007-05-07T20:08:46.340-05:00The Best Compliment EverRoss said this to me the other day: "I realized that you are just like Princess Leia."I stared at him with my jaw hanging open, both in awe of what he said and of how touched I was by it.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-44680332429002688752007-05-07T07:05:00.000-05:002007-05-07T07:16:17.128-05:00AnnouncementI've decided to enable the option on blogger that requires me to moderate comments made here. I'm only doing this because some people have nothing better to do with their time than be idiots, and I don't want my relevant and productive audience to have to read their asinine comments. I guess this means I'm famous now since I have strangers who hate me. It's the price you pay, friends. It's Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14899653.post-19907684946261809732007-05-06T22:17:00.000-05:002008-12-08T17:31:14.761-05:00Knitting Project GlimpseSo, I've decided that my MacBook, Boots, needs a cozy. He's not heavy or bulky enough to warrant his own back, but he needs something to keep him clean and scratch free. So, I'm knitting him a cozy. I know, it's very hipster/etsy/craftster of me.Very untrue to form, I actually planned this one out. Here's an out-of-focus picture of my plan:I don't count stitches because I don't have the Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214268582462132364noreply@blogger.com3