LOL anyone NOT like spiders as much as Bekki, Garfield and me??? Hahah!
Friday, November 28, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Ode To Macaroni
We now have the full version of the song people...
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My ode to macaroni,
In the days of dark and dread,
You kept me warm, you kept me fed,
My bright and yellow spot in my pantry,
Your my macaroni and my cheese,
My ode to macaroni with some ham and cheese for garb,
You are a protein and a carb,
My perfect bend of diet ecstasy,
Your my macaroni and my cheese,
My ode to macaroni now is done.
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Someone so graciously sent these to Erica...and I decided to post them in honor of both Erica and my love for Macaroni and Cheese...
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My ode to macaroni,
In the days of dark and dread,
You kept me warm, you kept me fed,
My bright and yellow spot in my pantry,
Your my macaroni and my cheese,
My ode to macaroni with some ham and cheese for garb,
You are a protein and a carb,
My perfect bend of diet ecstasy,
Your my macaroni and my cheese,
My ode to macaroni now is done.
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Someone so graciously sent these to Erica...and I decided to post them in honor of both Erica and my love for Macaroni and Cheese...
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
12 Step Program?!
Erica and I were discussing this the other day. I need a 12 step program to keep
me from shopping. Does anyone have any ideas? I already have enough clothing to
supply a small nation, but I keep buying more. The whole every time you buy a
new item, throw out an old item thing doesn't work for me. I have already tried
it. lol.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Blame Erica
This post is due to Erica's urging, I want to say that up front.
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Ok, so I am sick. I have been for a week and a half, and it won't go away. (I was so sure that I wasn't sick because my temperature has been 97.9 and 98.6...but I guess since my temperature normally runs at 96, that's a fever for me.) In fact, it's getting worse...which is evidenced by tonight's drive home. At about 3:30 my boss walks in and says: "What's wrong, Bekki? You look dead...I mean dead tired!" So I proceed to tell her that I feel awful. My nose is stuffy. My throat hurts. My lungs hurt. I am tired. I am cold...oh wait, that happens all the time. I sound like I am dying. I look like I am dying. One of the other ladies at work told me to stay down the hill for a bit before I drove home, because she didn't want me to fall asleep. (I work about 45 minutes from home, and there is a significant altitude difference (which will matter at one part during this story)) So I stayed down there for a bit, stopped by Starbucks for extra energy, and headed home. This is the part where it gets interesting. As I get on the 15 Freeway, my nose begins to run. This is an improvement, because previously, I couldn't breathe. Well I still couldn't breathe, but this showed that there was hope on the horizon right? ...Nope. Not even. So it begins to run. And run. And run. And it's not a normal color. It's orange. (I told Erica this was too gross to post, and she overruled) So I am driving at 75...or so...mph, drinking my Pumpkin Spice Latte for alertness, texting Erica, holding a tissue to my nose, and steering with my knees. Dangerous yes, I know. Erica is laughing at me, and by this point I realize my nose is NOT going to stop running, and I have precious few napkins in my car. I am already halfway through my supply right at that point, not even 5 minutes into my drive home. You can imagine my panicked horror when I see brake lights ahead! Thankfully, it was my brain hallucinating, because there was not much traffic. On that drive up the hill though, due to the altitude, the inside of my ears started to hurt too, and feel like they needed to 'pop'. Well I obviously made it home, safely, and am now blogging with tissue constantly at my nose, waiting for my Nyquil to kick in. Pray that it works quickly. I hope you didn't gross out too bad, but Erica assured me this was a random enough post to put on our blog.
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Ok, so I am sick. I have been for a week and a half, and it won't go away. (I was so sure that I wasn't sick because my temperature has been 97.9 and 98.6...but I guess since my temperature normally runs at 96, that's a fever for me.) In fact, it's getting worse...which is evidenced by tonight's drive home. At about 3:30 my boss walks in and says: "What's wrong, Bekki? You look dead...I mean dead tired!" So I proceed to tell her that I feel awful. My nose is stuffy. My throat hurts. My lungs hurt. I am tired. I am cold...oh wait, that happens all the time. I sound like I am dying. I look like I am dying. One of the other ladies at work told me to stay down the hill for a bit before I drove home, because she didn't want me to fall asleep. (I work about 45 minutes from home, and there is a significant altitude difference (which will matter at one part during this story)) So I stayed down there for a bit, stopped by Starbucks for extra energy, and headed home. This is the part where it gets interesting. As I get on the 15 Freeway, my nose begins to run. This is an improvement, because previously, I couldn't breathe. Well I still couldn't breathe, but this showed that there was hope on the horizon right? ...Nope. Not even. So it begins to run. And run. And run. And it's not a normal color. It's orange. (I told Erica this was too gross to post, and she overruled) So I am driving at 75...or so...mph, drinking my Pumpkin Spice Latte for alertness, texting Erica, holding a tissue to my nose, and steering with my knees. Dangerous yes, I know. Erica is laughing at me, and by this point I realize my nose is NOT going to stop running, and I have precious few napkins in my car. I am already halfway through my supply right at that point, not even 5 minutes into my drive home. You can imagine my panicked horror when I see brake lights ahead! Thankfully, it was my brain hallucinating, because there was not much traffic. On that drive up the hill though, due to the altitude, the inside of my ears started to hurt too, and feel like they needed to 'pop'. Well I obviously made it home, safely, and am now blogging with tissue constantly at my nose, waiting for my Nyquil to kick in. Pray that it works quickly. I hope you didn't gross out too bad, but Erica assured me this was a random enough post to put on our blog.
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