A
- Available: Almost always
- Age: 26
- Annoyance: Most people
B
- Beer: Coors Light!
- Birthday: August 24th
- Blind or Deaf: Deaf
- Best weather: Fall-y, sunny and warm but not to hot.
- Been on stage?: In a 5th grade play where I mock Jesus the beggar boy? Yes. Ah, Catholic school...
- Believe in Santa: No, and I think it's dumb to tell children about it too. Creepy.
C
- Candy: Sixlet
- Color: Red/Pink/Orange
- Chocolate/Vanilla: Chocolate
- Chinese/Mexican: Food? Mexican I guess.
- Cake or pie: Neither :(
- Cheese: Sharp Cheddar, extra sharp. With wine
D
- Day or Night: Day
- Dance in the rain: Sing maybe? Or dance on your grave someday.
E
- Eyes: Brown. The old ladies can't get enough of them...
- Everyone's got: Issues
- Ever failed a class?: Yes, but I retook it and got an A.
F
- First thoughts waking up: Good morning merry sunshine.
- Food: Steak Burritos, it's kind of a problem.
G
- Greatest Fear: Someone I love dying, I don't care if I do.
- Goals: Graduate someday
- Gum: Bubble
- Get along with your parents?: Very much so.
H
- Hair Color: brown.
- Height: 5'2
- Happy: Go lucky
- Holiday: Labor day.
- How do you want to die: Asleep. Or killing terrorists.
I
- Ice Cream: I must confess I do not like ice cream. Unfortunate b/c it's one of the few deserts I can eat.
- Instrument: Zither
J
- Jewelry: The rings my grandpa gave me.
- Job: Student, baby-sitter.
K
- Kids: Probably not. If so there names will be Bruno and Robinson so they may prefer the never existing.
- Keep a journal?: No, I've tried in the past but I'm to suspicious. Even living alone.
L
- Love: Is just a four letter word
- Laughed so hard you cried: Yes, who hasn't?
M
- Milk flavor: I hate milk.
- Movies: So many.
- Motion sickness?: Yeah, I can't read in a moving car or watch home movies.
- McD’s or BK: McD's fries
N
- Number of Siblings: 2
- Number of Piercings: None really. At one point...10.
- Number: 24
O
- One wish: More wishes
P
- Perfect Pizza: Would be gluten free.
- Pepsi/Coke: Coke, from Mexico in a glass bottle
Q
- Quail: Eggs, in a can at Asian Grocery?
R
- Reason to cry: Movies
- Reality T.V.: Is "real"
- Radio Station: 101.7, 1350 KRNT (Cubbies)
S
- Song(s): Disco Inferno
- Salad Dressing: Bleu Cheese
- Sushi: Yum.
- Skipped school: Not to much
- Slept outside: In a tent
- Smoked?: Cigarettes, Cigars, a Hookah.
- Skinny dipped?: No
- Shower daily?: Yes. No if I can get away with it.
- Sing well?: No
- In the shower?: Not really
- Strawberries/Blueberries: Strawberries/Blueberries. Blueberries are more fun to pick.
T
-Tattoos?: Four, and I have two ideas going around.
- Time for bed: 9:00 in a perfect world (hey I get up at 5)
- Thunderstorms: Are awesome if I don't have to go outside.
U
- Unpredictable: I'm the wildcard
V
- Vacation spot: I have a list.
W
- Weakness: Almost anything, I lack willpower
- Which one of your friends acts the most like you: Patrick or course
- Who makes you laugh the most: Myself
- Worst feeling: Letting people down
- Where do we go when we die?: No where. That's it.
- Worst Weather?: Super cold
X
- X-Rays: Are radiation-packed good times!
- Ex's: Are people too.
Y
-Year it is now: 2008
-Yellow: Can be cool or garish.
Z
- Zoo animal: I hate seeing animals in cages.
Showing posts with label me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label me. Show all posts
Monday, December 1, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
woe is me
I am not meant to be in a relationship. It's not sad so don't pity me, it's just a fact. Whenever one ends I'm amazed to realize how much I like myself and like being alone. When most people get dumped they spend a lot of time wondering why. What was wrong with me? They moan, Why didn't he like me? I'm like this: "Oh wait, this is me? Long time no see, I forgot how awesome you are!"
But seriously, I love being alone. I love not having to tell anyone in the world where I am or what I'm doing. I love not having to do dishes or clean if I don't want to. I love flaking out on plans with no explanation, deciding to do things on a whim without having to consult with a significant other, staying up until 2:00 in the morning watching Veronica Mars, or going to bed at 7:30 if I feel like it.
Does that mean I don't ever want to find someone to settle down with? No. I just have it pretty good right now. I might settle down someday, but I'll never just settle.
But seriously, I love being alone. I love not having to tell anyone in the world where I am or what I'm doing. I love not having to do dishes or clean if I don't want to. I love flaking out on plans with no explanation, deciding to do things on a whim without having to consult with a significant other, staying up until 2:00 in the morning watching Veronica Mars, or going to bed at 7:30 if I feel like it.
Does that mean I don't ever want to find someone to settle down with? No. I just have it pretty good right now. I might settle down someday, but I'll never just settle.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Can I have the envelope please?
And the winner of the first annual funniest person I know award goes to....ME! Oh my god I was not expecting this!
To those of you who feel like you should have received this years award, get over it. You obviously aren't funny enough. So plaster on a fake smile and clap politely while I make my acceptance speech.
"This is such a surprise, thank you everyone. There are so many people. First I want to thank my mom. You taught me sarcasm, the proper use of eye rolling, and most importantly the ability to laugh at people who hurt themselves. Yes, while most parents instilled their children with compassion and empathy, not you. Thank you. And my dad. You taught me off color jokes, the importance of knowing your audience, and the way a well placed swear word can add emphasis. Thank you. To my extended family- thank you for being so ridiculous. After spending time at family gatherings we would go home with hours of priceless material to amuse ourselves with. Thank you for being you.
Next I would like to thank The Simpsons for the word Jeebus, hilarious. And Super troopers for, well everything. To Catholic school for instilling me with large amounts of guilt and self loathing, without which no one is truly funny."
[Music Starts]
"Oh no, I'm not done. Okay okay, I need to thank the most important person off all, without whom this would not have been possible, me. I could not have done this without my incredible wit and good humor. Thank you, me, for being who you are."
To those of you who feel like you should have received this years award, get over it. You obviously aren't funny enough. So plaster on a fake smile and clap politely while I make my acceptance speech.
"This is such a surprise, thank you everyone. There are so many people. First I want to thank my mom. You taught me sarcasm, the proper use of eye rolling, and most importantly the ability to laugh at people who hurt themselves. Yes, while most parents instilled their children with compassion and empathy, not you. Thank you. And my dad. You taught me off color jokes, the importance of knowing your audience, and the way a well placed swear word can add emphasis. Thank you. To my extended family- thank you for being so ridiculous. After spending time at family gatherings we would go home with hours of priceless material to amuse ourselves with. Thank you for being you.
Next I would like to thank The Simpsons for the word Jeebus, hilarious. And Super troopers for, well everything. To Catholic school for instilling me with large amounts of guilt and self loathing, without which no one is truly funny."
[Music Starts]
"Oh no, I'm not done. Okay okay, I need to thank the most important person off all, without whom this would not have been possible, me. I could not have done this without my incredible wit and good humor. Thank you, me, for being who you are."
Monday, October 27, 2008
FYI
Don't wear a hat when there are 60MPH winds outside. It's just not a good idea.
If you want to make me cry show me a story about someone who died or lost everything because they got sick and didn't have health insurance. It makes me feel the perfect combination of sad, angry, and helpless. This can lead to awkwardness, like yesterday when I was at the gym on the treadmill and Sunday Morning did a story. Also when I saw Sicko and everyone in the theater responded with the appropriate amount of laughter/frustration, while I was sobbing the whole time.
It's never easy to bring up a difficult subject. No matter how many times you practice a conversation in your head, or if you try to convince yourself not to talk about it, it will eventually get said. I usually end up blurting things out at inappropriate times, then having to pick up the pieces later.
Don't eat uncooked food at restaurants, you will get food poisoning. It is not cool.
If you want to make me cry show me a story about someone who died or lost everything because they got sick and didn't have health insurance. It makes me feel the perfect combination of sad, angry, and helpless. This can lead to awkwardness, like yesterday when I was at the gym on the treadmill and Sunday Morning did a story. Also when I saw Sicko and everyone in the theater responded with the appropriate amount of laughter/frustration, while I was sobbing the whole time.
It's never easy to bring up a difficult subject. No matter how many times you practice a conversation in your head, or if you try to convince yourself not to talk about it, it will eventually get said. I usually end up blurting things out at inappropriate times, then having to pick up the pieces later.
Don't eat uncooked food at restaurants, you will get food poisoning. It is not cool.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Testify!
I am sick of Honey Crisp apples. They are gross but everyone falls over them like manna from heaven. Today I went to the store for some much loved Fuji's and there were none. Why? Because there was a complete aisle of Honey Crisps. I hate them.
I am giving money to Iowa Public Radio tomorrow. I must. I cannot take the guilt any longer. Okay okay, it's free! it's awesome! you need money to turn on the lights! I'll give what I can, and you guys should as well.
Race for the Cure is Saturday. If your running, awesome! If you can't that's okay too, just try to do something for Breast Cancer Awareness month. Cancer sucks.
I am giving money to Iowa Public Radio tomorrow. I must. I cannot take the guilt any longer. Okay okay, it's free! it's awesome! you need money to turn on the lights! I'll give what I can, and you guys should as well.
Race for the Cure is Saturday. If your running, awesome! If you can't that's okay too, just try to do something for Breast Cancer Awareness month. Cancer sucks.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Full Circle
I do not watch television news. I listen to NPR every morning, and check internet news sites throughout the day. If you know me, then you are aware I hate hearing about weather and rely solely on the weather beacon for updates. One of the reasons I hate local news is that everything has to relate back to Iowa. Every flimsy Iowa link to world events is touted and discussed ad nauseam. It's ridiculous.
That being said, I am now going to tout my flimsy link to the Philadelphia Phillies. Hooray for hypocrisy! Not being able to root for the Yankees, the Cubs, or the Dodgers left me in a bind. I love baseball, and I desperately want to care about who wins the series. Right now my biggest concern is Boston not being in it, but hopefully that won't be a problem for long. Now, why am I rooting for the Phillies? They are the reason I love baseball.
In 1993 I was 11. I don't remember paying much attention to baseball, or particularly caring about it at all. For some reason my family got swept up in that series. Probably my dad was watching it and we all just got hooked. A bitter rivalry formed. My sister, dad, and I were for the Phillies. We laughed and cheered, and Dykstra was our hero. My mom and brother were for Toronto. We mocked them. When the Phillies lost my sister cried and my brother got a Toronto hat he would wear for the next ten years. I learned how much you can care about something you didn't even know existed the week before.
That being said, I am now going to tout my flimsy link to the Philadelphia Phillies. Hooray for hypocrisy! Not being able to root for the Yankees, the Cubs, or the Dodgers left me in a bind. I love baseball, and I desperately want to care about who wins the series. Right now my biggest concern is Boston not being in it, but hopefully that won't be a problem for long. Now, why am I rooting for the Phillies? They are the reason I love baseball.
In 1993 I was 11. I don't remember paying much attention to baseball, or particularly caring about it at all. For some reason my family got swept up in that series. Probably my dad was watching it and we all just got hooked. A bitter rivalry formed. My sister, dad, and I were for the Phillies. We laughed and cheered, and Dykstra was our hero. My mom and brother were for Toronto. We mocked them. When the Phillies lost my sister cried and my brother got a Toronto hat he would wear for the next ten years. I learned how much you can care about something you didn't even know existed the week before.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Simple equation
Tons of schoolwork + hatred of my job = an inability to be witty/creative in blog land.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Ha.
I post so rarely it's starting to look like I no longer exist. Sorry, but due to school and some health issues I haven't really had the time or humor to post lately. Hopefully things will calm down soon. Hope you miss me.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Pour some sugar on me
Last Saturday might have been the most wholesome day I have had in awhile. As this is obviously rare, I thought I should document it.
The day began walking to the farmers market at 7:00 in the morning with my friend. There we consumed the most delicious food ever created: Pupusas.
Thanks El Salvador!
While at the market we discovered that it was the last day of the year to pick blueberries, and they closed at noon! We walked home and after a brief garage sale detour we were on our way.
Photographic evidence:
MMMM...blueberries.
After cleaning up we headed to the East Village for disappointing art and delicious Vegetarian Dolmathes.
Finally my friend spotted this sign and we could not stop laughing.
Finally this town is getting chocolate milk! What took so long?
The day began walking to the farmers market at 7:00 in the morning with my friend. There we consumed the most delicious food ever created: Pupusas.
Thanks El Salvador!
While at the market we discovered that it was the last day of the year to pick blueberries, and they closed at noon! We walked home and after a brief garage sale detour we were on our way.
Photographic evidence:
MMMM...blueberries.
After cleaning up we headed to the East Village for disappointing art and delicious Vegetarian Dolmathes.
Finally my friend spotted this sign and we could not stop laughing.
Finally this town is getting chocolate milk! What took so long?
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Off the market?
I previously posted about wearing an engagement ring to work as a deterrent to being hit on by creepy guys. I considered it, but then decided against it.
Last weekend my grandfather gave me a very pretty engagement ring that was his grandmothers. I have been wearing it on my right ring finger. The last two days I've had moments where I feel like a guy has looked at me and seen the ring. Does an engagement ring on your right hand have meaning? Should I not be wearing it? Guy's what would you think if you saw this?
Last weekend my grandfather gave me a very pretty engagement ring that was his grandmothers. I have been wearing it on my right ring finger. The last two days I've had moments where I feel like a guy has looked at me and seen the ring. Does an engagement ring on your right hand have meaning? Should I not be wearing it? Guy's what would you think if you saw this?
Friday, August 15, 2008
The Fair
I stopped by the fair yesterday morning- my first time this year. I love it. Here are some things you only see/do at the fair:
A group of people eating breakfast around 10:30. Pretty normal right? The guy standing there talking to them was having a beer.
Having cheese curds at 9:30 in the morning.
A food stand advertising "lamb" outside the sheep barn. I don't understand people's desire to eat the live animal they have just seen. I am never like, "look at that sheep, wish I could eat me some of that." This also is the norm outside that pig barn and the cattle barn.
A guy I was buying candied apples from asking me if I was planning on getting into a fight later. Apparently on the midway candied apples are considered a weapon.
I was about to "vote" with a kernel of corn. An old guy said, "gimme some corn I wanna vote for McCain. Which ones for McCain?" (They are clearly labeled) "I wouldn't want to vote for that damn Obama!"
So I said: "Don't worry, I'll vote for Obama for you."
I don't know if he heard me, but the guy giving out corn thought it was pretty funny.
That's all I can think of right now, I'm probably going back tomorrow so I'm sure I'll have another fair post soon.
A group of people eating breakfast around 10:30. Pretty normal right? The guy standing there talking to them was having a beer.
Having cheese curds at 9:30 in the morning.
A food stand advertising "lamb" outside the sheep barn. I don't understand people's desire to eat the live animal they have just seen. I am never like, "look at that sheep, wish I could eat me some of that." This also is the norm outside that pig barn and the cattle barn.
A guy I was buying candied apples from asking me if I was planning on getting into a fight later. Apparently on the midway candied apples are considered a weapon.
I was about to "vote" with a kernel of corn. An old guy said, "gimme some corn I wanna vote for McCain. Which ones for McCain?" (They are clearly labeled) "I wouldn't want to vote for that damn Obama!"
So I said: "Don't worry, I'll vote for Obama for you."
I don't know if he heard me, but the guy giving out corn thought it was pretty funny.
That's all I can think of right now, I'm probably going back tomorrow so I'm sure I'll have another fair post soon.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
random weekend doings
I don't have the Internets at home, so posting on the weekend is a bit difficult. I'm also quite lazy. Here are some things that happened to me this weekend:
I realized I was reading Vegetarian Times while eating a double cheeseburger. Awkward.
I went to a wedding reception that was wildly awesome, oh and guess who the brides step father was. The CEO of Wendy's (actually a company that owns Wendy's and I think Arby's among other things). He makes about fifteen million dollars a year.
He and his wife sat and looked on as rowdy east siders made good use of the open bar. Thanks Bob!
Saturday I hung out with my sister and four year old nephew. He does entertaining things like wildly waiving his light saber while chanting, "lets cut open the cats belly!"
I took Monday off to do stuff for school and went to lunch with my mom. Julie and I had a potluck dinner and it was great! I can't wait for lunch to eat leftovers.
That about sums it up. What did you do this weekend?
I realized I was reading Vegetarian Times while eating a double cheeseburger. Awkward.
I went to a wedding reception that was wildly awesome, oh and guess who the brides step father was. The CEO of Wendy's (actually a company that owns Wendy's and I think Arby's among other things). He makes about fifteen million dollars a year.
He and his wife sat and looked on as rowdy east siders made good use of the open bar. Thanks Bob!
Saturday I hung out with my sister and four year old nephew. He does entertaining things like wildly waiving his light saber while chanting, "lets cut open the cats belly!"
I took Monday off to do stuff for school and went to lunch with my mom. Julie and I had a potluck dinner and it was great! I can't wait for lunch to eat leftovers.
That about sums it up. What did you do this weekend?
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
who does that? oh right, me.
Since I'm telling dumb stories about myself I thought this one should be added as well. It's from a few years ago, but I was just reminded of it tonight. I'm at my friend Julies and she was telling me about how her three year old spilled laundry detergent all over the carpet.
At my old apartment I was doing laundry one day and was taking the basket out of the laundry room. I noticed a red liquid stain on the side. Thinking nothing of it I wiped it up with my finger and licked it!
Who does that? My only excuse is that for some reason I thought it was jelly. Never mind that I do not own jelly, or that even if it was jelly who licks jelly of a laundry basket?
Needless to say it was not jelly, and I got slightly ill. What was it? I have no idea. It didn't really have a taste, and kinda made my tongue numb. When I called my parents for some sympathy, and adult advise on whether or not I needed to call poison control, they could not have been more appalled. Let's keep in mind I was 24 at the time. Perhaps if I had been 2 they would have understood better...
I learned my lesson that day, and now I'm passing it on to you. Do not lick strange things you find in your apartments laundry room, it's just a bad idea.
At my old apartment I was doing laundry one day and was taking the basket out of the laundry room. I noticed a red liquid stain on the side. Thinking nothing of it I wiped it up with my finger and licked it!
Who does that? My only excuse is that for some reason I thought it was jelly. Never mind that I do not own jelly, or that even if it was jelly who licks jelly of a laundry basket?
Needless to say it was not jelly, and I got slightly ill. What was it? I have no idea. It didn't really have a taste, and kinda made my tongue numb. When I called my parents for some sympathy, and adult advise on whether or not I needed to call poison control, they could not have been more appalled. Let's keep in mind I was 24 at the time. Perhaps if I had been 2 they would have understood better...
I learned my lesson that day, and now I'm passing it on to you. Do not lick strange things you find in your apartments laundry room, it's just a bad idea.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Have you ever...?
I did something on Monday night that have always been curious about. Something I was raised not to do, and my parents were a little disappointed in me...
I went to a shooting range. And it was awesome.
Now, I know what your thinking, the girl who cannot work a remote should not be allowed to operate firearms, and I agree. Frankly, I'm shocked they let me drive a car. But it's something I have been curious about for awhile so I decided to give it a go. I went with the dad of someone I work with, and, having never met me, he seemed to trust I wouldn't kill anyone.
I had never held, shot, or been around guns at all. Needles to say when he opened the gun case, took out his Smith and Wesson revolver, loaded it and then wordlessly handed it to me I was a little shocked. I gingerly took it and began shooting.
It was fun, thought I was nervous the whole time. I felt comfortable shooting, but after each round I felt an instinctual urge to get the gun far, far away from me.
I still would like to own a gun (I will explain later my certainty of the coming apocalypse), but I find gun culture is something that's not easy to break into. A super liberal 5'2 girl that is an atheist, and a wanna be vegetarian doesn't exactly blend in a world of cameo pants and Huckabee posters.
Perfect example: My tutor wanted to illustrate something for me, so he asked for a pen. I quickly grabbed one from my purse and handed it to him. As he wrote I had to stifle my laughter. He used the top of his gun case for a table, on it a large sticker proclaimed "proud member of the National Rifle Association" he was drawing me a picture of a gun barrel. The pen I had given him? It read:
"Proud Supporter of Planned Parenthood"
I went to a shooting range. And it was awesome.
Now, I know what your thinking, the girl who cannot work a remote should not be allowed to operate firearms, and I agree. Frankly, I'm shocked they let me drive a car. But it's something I have been curious about for awhile so I decided to give it a go. I went with the dad of someone I work with, and, having never met me, he seemed to trust I wouldn't kill anyone.
I had never held, shot, or been around guns at all. Needles to say when he opened the gun case, took out his Smith and Wesson revolver, loaded it and then wordlessly handed it to me I was a little shocked. I gingerly took it and began shooting.
It was fun, thought I was nervous the whole time. I felt comfortable shooting, but after each round I felt an instinctual urge to get the gun far, far away from me.
I still would like to own a gun (I will explain later my certainty of the coming apocalypse), but I find gun culture is something that's not easy to break into. A super liberal 5'2 girl that is an atheist, and a wanna be vegetarian doesn't exactly blend in a world of cameo pants and Huckabee posters.
Perfect example: My tutor wanted to illustrate something for me, so he asked for a pen. I quickly grabbed one from my purse and handed it to him. As he wrote I had to stifle my laughter. He used the top of his gun case for a table, on it a large sticker proclaimed "proud member of the National Rifle Association" he was drawing me a picture of a gun barrel. The pen I had given him? It read:
"Proud Supporter of Planned Parenthood"
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Irrational Me
I was talking to a friend the other day about technology. A phrase I repeat frequently is "I hate technology." But that's not really true, I just don't understand it. And that makes me angry.
I'm bringing this up for several reasons, first I deleted my blog last week because I was mad. Mad that I had to take the time to update it, mad that people weren't commenting, mad that I was even blogging. How cliche. But I kinda like blogging, and who cares if people don't read it or feel the need to comment? So for now I'm a blogger.
Secondly I frequently feel the need to share the dumb ass things that happen to me, and what better place then this? So last night when I realized what an idiot I am I thought, "I have to blog this." And so I am.
For about three years I have not had a remote to my TV, and my DVD remote only works sometimes. This causes problems when I want to watch say, the third episode on a disc and can't navigate the menu. Sometimes the default is play all, in which case I can hit the play button on the machine and skip through all the episodes. But sometimes the default is on a particular episode, and won't advance without the remote, or it's defaulted to play commentary, crazy things like that. As you can imagine this has let to frustration on my part, cursing, throwing things, possibly tears. Yet I never thought to buy a new remote, or DVD player, or, apparently, change the batteries. Yes, last night I wanted a Wonderfalls fix, but my remote wasn't cooperating. After some angry words I spied a small radio I use to listen to baseball. I saw the radio, I saw the remote with its batteries strewn about the room (it may have been briefly air born), and I thought, "this might be crazy enough to work." And it did.
Three years of DVD frustration and I'll I needed to do was get two AA batteries. I hate technology.
I'm bringing this up for several reasons, first I deleted my blog last week because I was mad. Mad that I had to take the time to update it, mad that people weren't commenting, mad that I was even blogging. How cliche. But I kinda like blogging, and who cares if people don't read it or feel the need to comment? So for now I'm a blogger.
Secondly I frequently feel the need to share the dumb ass things that happen to me, and what better place then this? So last night when I realized what an idiot I am I thought, "I have to blog this." And so I am.
For about three years I have not had a remote to my TV, and my DVD remote only works sometimes. This causes problems when I want to watch say, the third episode on a disc and can't navigate the menu. Sometimes the default is play all, in which case I can hit the play button on the machine and skip through all the episodes. But sometimes the default is on a particular episode, and won't advance without the remote, or it's defaulted to play commentary, crazy things like that. As you can imagine this has let to frustration on my part, cursing, throwing things, possibly tears. Yet I never thought to buy a new remote, or DVD player, or, apparently, change the batteries. Yes, last night I wanted a Wonderfalls fix, but my remote wasn't cooperating. After some angry words I spied a small radio I use to listen to baseball. I saw the radio, I saw the remote with its batteries strewn about the room (it may have been briefly air born), and I thought, "this might be crazy enough to work." And it did.
Three years of DVD frustration and I'll I needed to do was get two AA batteries. I hate technology.
OOPS
So, I got mad at blogging and deleted it. Now I'm back, but I lost my old posts. So I guess I will just start over. Hope you keep reading and I'll explain more soon.
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