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Saturday, May 25, 2013
Big Announcement
In spite of
Evan: Book Two of the Destine series has been finalized and officially sent to the publisher!
Woot-woot!
Woot-woot!
Things That Bug Me
- Why does everyone think fried food is so bad? It's fried in VEGETABLE oil, people! Hello, one of the basic food groups?
- Speaking of which, how exactly do you get oil from vegetables? I want to know!
- Watermelon candy and grape candy taste nothing like the real thing.
- Why don't dogs ever get boogers? I mean, really, cats dog, horses do, cows do, people do, so why don't dogs?
- How do ducks have so many babies? A duck is tiny! It can't have 6-8 eggs in it at once, but the babies all hatch right around the same time. How?????
Monday, April 29, 2013
Epic Discovery
I remember when, in 2nd or 3rd grade, someone came to our class. I don't remember who they were, or what they were trying to accomplish, but they brought astronaut ice cream.
And I was hooked.
Now, whenever Steve's being all sensitive and crap, he buys me overpriced, freeze-dried ice cream from the camping section so I can relieve my childhood days. Honestly, the stuff's not that great, but it's ASTRONAUT ICE CREAM which automatically makes it fantastic.
Anyhoo, while eating my Lucky Charms last night (because cereal always tastes better at night), I made an epic discovery--the marshmallows must be astronaut marshmallows! Why else would they have the same texture as astronaut ice cream? Why else would they not swell until they explode into a gooey, unappetizing mess after sitting in your sugar laden milk for extended periods of time? Not that my marshmallows ever last that long.
I don't care what reality is. I don't care if they're just really dry, old, cardboard like marshmallows. From now on, they shall be known as astronaut marshmallows. And all will weep at their glory.
Thank you.
And I was hooked.
Now, whenever Steve's being all sensitive and crap, he buys me overpriced, freeze-dried ice cream from the camping section so I can relieve my childhood days. Honestly, the stuff's not that great, but it's ASTRONAUT ICE CREAM which automatically makes it fantastic.
Anyhoo, while eating my Lucky Charms last night (because cereal always tastes better at night), I made an epic discovery--the marshmallows must be astronaut marshmallows! Why else would they have the same texture as astronaut ice cream? Why else would they not swell until they explode into a gooey, unappetizing mess after sitting in your sugar laden milk for extended periods of time? Not that my marshmallows ever last that long.
I don't care what reality is. I don't care if they're just really dry, old, cardboard like marshmallows. From now on, they shall be known as astronaut marshmallows. And all will weep at their glory.
Thank you.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
1,005 Page Views
Holy freaking crapito!
How in the world did this stupid blog break 1,000 page views?????
I swear, only about 500 of those are my own...
So now, some completely random crap..........ito....
I dreamt last night that Miley Cyrus was the new spokesperson for Sea World, and she did it while wearing stuff that would make a Victoria's Secret Model blush.
Kellin was at Sea World and almost gotten eaten by Shamu, but I saved him and took him to Nicklecade, instead.
I have a recurring nightmare that I'm running away from a bad guy, and I get in the car, but I can't close the door because my foot won't move out of the way.
My daughter is a big sister to a baby we've never seen.
I always like the depressed/ornery people in a show (think Squidward, Eeyore, etc.).
I've been sneezed on by an elephant.
I'm deathly afraid of worms.
I'm wearing mismatched socks.
I wear pajamas in public at least once a week.
It's really hard to find corned beef that doesn't taste like dog food.
I feel it's a complete travesty that my husband traveled all the way to Iraq, spent a year-and-a-half there, and never once rode a camel.
Steve built a little latched door over the keyboard slide-out tray on our computer desk so we can lock Fay out of it (I don't have the ability to fix anything on a computer, unless rebooting will help).
Edward, the Biology lab instructor, quit. I am no longer Bella.
UPDATE
Only 19 page views were my own. :0
Here's a break down of where people live that have viewed my blog:
The only countries that I could find on a map are the US, Russia, Australia, Canada, and maybe the UK.
I'm afraid.
How in the world did this stupid blog break 1,000 page views?????
I swear, only about 500 of those are my own...
So now, some completely random crap..........ito....
I dreamt last night that Miley Cyrus was the new spokesperson for Sea World, and she did it while wearing stuff that would make a Victoria's Secret Model blush.
Kellin was at Sea World and almost gotten eaten by Shamu, but I saved him and took him to Nicklecade, instead.
I have a recurring nightmare that I'm running away from a bad guy, and I get in the car, but I can't close the door because my foot won't move out of the way.
My daughter is a big sister to a baby we've never seen.
I always like the depressed/ornery people in a show (think Squidward, Eeyore, etc.).
I've been sneezed on by an elephant.
I'm deathly afraid of worms.
I'm wearing mismatched socks.
I wear pajamas in public at least once a week.
It's really hard to find corned beef that doesn't taste like dog food.
I feel it's a complete travesty that my husband traveled all the way to Iraq, spent a year-and-a-half there, and never once rode a camel.
Steve built a little latched door over the keyboard slide-out tray on our computer desk so we can lock Fay out of it (I don't have the ability to fix anything on a computer, unless rebooting will help).
Edward, the Biology lab instructor, quit. I am no longer Bella.
UPDATE
Only 19 page views were my own. :0
Here's a break down of where people live that have viewed my blog:
United States
|
885
|
Russia
|
62
|
Ukraine
|
20
|
Germany
|
18
|
United Kingdom
|
7
|
South Korea
|
7
|
Malaysia
|
4
|
Taiwan
|
4
|
Canada
|
3
|
Australia
|
2
|
The only countries that I could find on a map are the US, Russia, Australia, Canada, and maybe the UK.
I'm afraid.
BIO 190
I'm taking my first college Biology course, and I can't believe how stressed over it I am! I've never been one to worry about tests, but I can't sleep the night before an exam with this class. Right now, I'm waiting to go to class to take my next exam, and I'm actually nauseous.
Granted, the first quiz I took for this course I completely bombed (somewhere around 60% correct), but ever since then I've done increasingly better. Still, I keep thinking I'm going to fail miserably. I guess that's the doormat in me. Especially since, even if I did fail, it wouldn't be that big of a deal--I'd just take the course again.
I seriously didn't want to fail Statistics, because I hated every second of it, but I'm quite enjoying this class. I stayed as far away from Science courses in high school as I could (terrified of being told to dissect something), but the deeper I get into Biology, the more interesting I find it. I'm no longer terrified that I'm a Science major.
What I'm feeling, right this moment, is akin to stage fright--I know everything's going to be fine, but I'm so freaking tense I can hardly function. Once the test starts, I'll be fine (even if I don't know the answers), so it's stupid that I feel this way.
Granted, the first quiz I took for this course I completely bombed (somewhere around 60% correct), but ever since then I've done increasingly better. Still, I keep thinking I'm going to fail miserably. I guess that's the doormat in me. Especially since, even if I did fail, it wouldn't be that big of a deal--I'd just take the course again.
I seriously didn't want to fail Statistics, because I hated every second of it, but I'm quite enjoying this class. I stayed as far away from Science courses in high school as I could (terrified of being told to dissect something), but the deeper I get into Biology, the more interesting I find it. I'm no longer terrified that I'm a Science major.
What I'm feeling, right this moment, is akin to stage fright--I know everything's going to be fine, but I'm so freaking tense I can hardly function. Once the test starts, I'll be fine (even if I don't know the answers), so it's stupid that I feel this way.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Valentine's Day-2013
Where I live, there's really not much to do for a date (unless you gamble or visit...the red light district). This year for Valentine's Day, I decided to go all out for my hubby.
His absolute favorite place to eat is Subway, and I won't ever go there with him. In my defense, as a flexitarian, I get the exact same sandwich, every time. As a picky eater, nothing ever varies or is added to it. Who wants to pay $5 for that, over and over again? Not me.
In true amazing-me-fashion, I took real plates and a table cloth there, set the table, and we "dined" in style. We got some strange looks, but not very many. After all, there is the man in town with white, bushy mutton chops, who goes grocery shopping in overalls, with no shirt. Tablecloth Subway isn't so weird.
His absolute favorite place to eat is Subway, and I won't ever go there with him. In my defense, as a flexitarian, I get the exact same sandwich, every time. As a picky eater, nothing ever varies or is added to it. Who wants to pay $5 for that, over and over again? Not me.
In true amazing-me-fashion, I took real plates and a table cloth there, set the table, and we "dined" in style. We got some strange looks, but not very many. After all, there is the man in town with white, bushy mutton chops, who goes grocery shopping in overalls, with no shirt. Tablecloth Subway isn't so weird.
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