Thursday, March 31, 2011

It's All About The Giants...

A Giants fan, a Padres fan, and a Dodgers fan are climbing a mountain and arguing about who loves his team more. The Padres fan insists he's the most loyal. "This is for San Diego," he yells and jumps off the side of the mountain. Not to be outdone the Giants fan is next to profess his love for his team. He yells, "this is for the Giants" and pushes the Dodgers fan off the mountain.

Why I Love My Facebook Friends...

It's Epic Inside...

IT'S TIME!!!!

Monday, March 28, 2011

Massachusetts | Hipster Nation Decoded

"Dorchester is for reeeeal hipsters. you've got to be real hipster to be too hip for the hipster neighborhoods which are allston - college hipsters, jp - granola, hippie hipsters, cambridge - yuppie hipsters, and somerville - all other hipsters"

(explains my anonymous Mass-hole regarding where all of the hipsters of the suburban Boston area reside)

Overtweeting...

Happens to the best of us, eh?

Saturday, March 19, 2011

12 Things...

Reading this month's Glamour and at the end of the magazine, I come across 12 Things Every Woman Deserves in Life...Totally makes me smile, and I think that every female needs to remember these little tidbits when they are feeling a little bit down 
(list by Kimberly Bonnell & Pamela Redmond Satran)
1) A statement bag, even if the statement is "Who cares about statement bags?" 
2) A Teen Mom marathon the day you're home with a fever.
3) At least one person you can call at 3:28 AM. 
I'm sure there a few people who will let that slide, but will my call actually wake them up? 
4) More than one square foot of space on any form of public transportation.
5) Love you can feel, even from 1,000 miles away. 
This I sometimes take advantage of, but I am so grateful for my family, friends and boyfriend. They ALWAYS love me. Even when they hate me :)
6) A few days a year filled with flip-flops, tropical sunsets and the sound of steel drums. 
I dream of having this 365 days a year! 
7) Fresh flowers once a week. Self-picked dandelions count. 
My old roommate and I used to do this. I miss it. 
8) The shinier hair, thicker lashes or plumper lips you just shelled out $12.99 for. 
9) Orgasms on demand, sans or avec partner. 
10) A say in whether and when you become a mother. 
11) One pet (yours or someone else's) sho has a special thing for your lap. 
I can't wait for the day I can have a puppy or kittens!!!!
12) A truly excellent profile picture.
ALL of my profile photos are excellent!

A Little Late, But...




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Thursday, March 10, 2011

My Sister Is Giving Birth To An Avocado...


OK, so she's not REALLY going to give birth to an avocado...Although it would be scrumptious! She's 16 weeks, a little less than half way, and I am so anxious!!!!! I want to see my new little nugget!!!!

(photo by...I don't know, found it on Google Images...)

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Keeping It Old School...


It's been 11 years...11 years ago tonight, we said goodbye to you, although we have not forgotten you. I love you with all of my heart, and I thank you for giving me your friendship, your light, your spirit. The photo above was our last happy moment together, and I will cherish it always. Sappy I know, but it's true.  :)

To all my friends, I love you.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Apple Anxiety




My nephew, anxiously waiting to play with the computers in the kid section at the Palo Alto Apple Store...I thought he was going to pass out due too much excitement...

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Friday, March 4, 2011

Kathy...




This one's for you...

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Daily Sheenism...

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Thursday, March 3, 2011

Inspiration...




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Thank You, Dr. Seuss

The Sneetches, by Dr. Seuss
Now, the Star-Bell Sneetches had bellies with stars.
The Plain-Belly Sneetches had none upon thars.
Those stars weren’t so big. They were really so small.
You might think such a thing wouldn’t matter at all.

But, because they had stars, all the Star-Belly Sneetches
Would brag, “We’re the best kind of Sneetch on the beaches.”
With their snoots in the air, they would sniff and they’d snort
“We’ll have nothing to do with the Plain-Belly sort!”
And, whenever they met some, when they were out walking,
They’d hike right on past them without even talking.

When the Star-Belly children went out to play ball,
Could a Plain Belly get in the game? Not at all.
You only could play if your bellies had stars
And the Plain-Belly children had none upon thars.

When the Star Belly Sneetches had frankfurter roasts
Or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts,
They never invited the Plain-Belly Sneetches
They left them out cold, in the dark of the beaches.
They kept them away. Never let them come near.
And that’s how they treated them year after year.

Then ONE day, it seems while the Plain-Belly Sneetches
Were moping and doping alone on the beaches,
Just sitting there wishing their bellies had stars,
A stranger zipped up in the strangest of cars!

“My friends”, he announced in a voice clear and clean,
“My name is Sylvester McMonkey McBean.
And I’ve heard of Your troubles. I’ve heard you’re unhappy.
But I can fix that, I’m the Fix-It-Up Chappie.
I’ve come here to help you.
I have what you need.
And my prices are low. And I work with great speed.
And my work is one hundred per cent guaranteed!”

Then, quickly, Sylvester McMonkey McBean
Put together a very peculiar machine.
And he said, “You want stars like a Star-Belly Sneetch?
My friends, you can have them for three dollars each!”

“Just pay me your money and hop right aboard!”
So they clambered inside. Then the big machine roared.
And it klonked. And it bonked. And it jerked. And it berked.
And it bopped them about. But the thing really worked!
When the Plain-Belly Sneetches popped out, they had stars!
They actually did. They had stars upon thars!

Then they yelled at the ones who had stars at the start,
“We’re still the best Sneetches and they are the worst.
But now, how in the world will we know”, they all frowned,
“If which kind is what, or the other way round?”

Then up came McBean with a very sly wink.
And he said, “Things are not quite as bad as you think.
So you don’t know who’s who. That is perfectly true.
But come with me, friends. Do you know what I’ll do?
I’ll make you, again, the best Sneetches on the beaches.
And all it will cost you is ten dollars eaches.”

“Belly stars are no longer in style”, said McBean.
“What you need is a trip through my Star-Off Machine.
This wondrous contraption will take OFF your stars
so you won’t look like Sneetches that have them on thars.”
And that handy machine working very precisely
Removed all the stars from their tummies quite nicely.

Then, with snoots in the air, they paraded about.
And they opened their beaks and they let out a shout,
“We know who is who! Now there Isn’t a doubt.
The best kind of Sneetches are Sneetches without!”

Then, of course, those with stars got all frightfully mad.
To be wearing a star was frightfully bad.
Then, of course, old Sylvester McMonkey McBean
invited THEM into his Star-Off Machine.


Then, of course from THEN on, as you probably guess,
Things really got into a horrible mess.

All the rest of that day, on those wild screaming beaches,
The Fix-It-Up Chappie kept fixing up Sneetches.
Off again! On again! In again! Out again!
Through the machines they raced round and about again,

Changing their stars every minute or two. They kept paying money.
They kept running through until the Plain nor the Star-Bellies knew
Whether this one was that one or that one was this one. Or which one
Was what one or what one was who.

Then, when every last cent of their money was spent,
The Fix-It-Up Chappie packed up. And he went.
And he laughed as he drove In his car up the beach,
“They never will learn. No. You can’t Teach a Sneetch!”

But McBean was quite wrong. I’m quite happy to say.
That the Sneetches got really quite smart on that day.
The day they decided that Sneetches are Sneetches.
And no kind of Sneetch is the best on the beaches.
That day, all the Sneetches forgot about stars and whether
They had one, or not, upon thars.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011