About Me:

I still sleep with a blankie. I got straight A's in college, but I hate school. I think the blue M&M's taste better. I can easily sleep 14 hours a day if undisturbed. I hate showering. I make faces in the mirror almost every time I look at myself. I still have some of the cement on my teeth from when I had braces. I've been fired from 3 jobs. I tend to over-analyze things. I like peas. Sometimes I steal things. I have 9 decks of cards, but I only know how to play 2 card games. I am smarter than I let everyone believe. A lot of the time, I wish I had a different family. I hate making new friends. I take pills for a problem that I don't want to admit that I have. I make something up in every job interview. I swear... a lot... when I'm alone. I've never been on a date. Some of the best memories I have are of drunken nights. I wear pajamas out in public more than most people. I am an excellent liar. When I can't sleep, it's because I can't stop thinking. I can only snowboard heel-side. The last time I got a tooth pulled, I saved it, and now I keep it in my sock drawer. One time at summer camp, I threw up inside someone else's shoes in the middle of the night, and denied it. I am secretly afraid of heights. My mom left me at Denny's once on purpose when I was ten. I don't like chocolate and peanut butter mixed together. My favorite Christmas carol is O' Holy Night... but only the *NSYNC version. When I'm sick, I sleep in my bathrobe. I don't write on my calendars... I only have them because I like the pictures. I have a favorite pen. I like the taste of baby food. I am really good at listening to two conversations at the same time. I still wear one of my ex-boyfriend's t-shirts to sleep in... two years later. I clip coupons, but don't use them. Rocking babies to sleep is my favorite thing that I get paid to do. I hated my senior prom. I really like watching the History Channel. I can't drive without music playing. I learned to drive while barefoot, and I still don't like wearing shoes in the car. I am so very afraid of being alone.

Sleep now, write later

EDIT: Photos are here! Yay!



Tyson and Nick of The All-American Rejects


Tyson of The All-American Rejects




I am so unbelievably tired right now! I logged on to post about the awesome concert I went to tonight, and I know I am too tired to write anything even remotely intelligent sounding. I guess I am just posting this to say that a smarter post will follow. I don't even have any pictures up-loaded to post on here yet. Argh!

Please Consider

Thank you for taking the time to consider my request.

Dependency

I hate being dependent on a drug. Hate it more than I can say. But if the alternative is a proud stoicism in the face of sorrow accompanied by prolonged and unspeakable despair — well, I’ll take dependency.



A columnist for the Times-Picayune in New Orleans, Chris Rose, an admitted skeptic of depression, finds himself struggling to cope with overwhelming feelings of hopelessness after Hurricane Katrina and eventually comes to terms with the fact that he is suffering from a disease he did not believe existed.

Angry Phoenix

Instructions:

Diminished Creativity

My Sweet New Ride

What If I Had No Friends

Nuts.... they suck!

The "Hard Things in Soft Things" Manifesto

Adapted from Cardhouse

I have a series of stringent rules involving the material composition of cakes, candies, and other dessert items. In the past, I have relied on a general rule, "No Hard Things In Soft Things," but it has come to my attention that there are exceptions. In an effort to quell public fear of the unknown, I am sharing the list with you, my friends. There are swear words in the manifesto, because of how important this is.

1) No Nuts In Cake. This is a simple rule, and is unbreakable. There is no present need for nuts in cake, and the taste sensation of biting into something hard while enjoying the smoothness of something velvety soft is something that everyone should be able to avoid with a minimum of fuss and outrage. There are cakes that have whole nuts in them, cakes that have broken nuts in them, and cakes that have ground nuts in them. These are all illegal cakes.

2) No Nuts On Cake. Again, the stress-resistance between the cake and the nuts is too great. There also is nothing visually pleasing about thinly-sliced almonds, for example; it appears as if someone has gone and dumped a crate of Lee Press-On Nails onto the top of the otherwise delicious confection. The usual configuration of nuts on cake consists of a thin layer of chopped nuts slathered on the side of the cake so it looks like gravel. This is easily scraped off onto the closest wall or dog.

3) No Nuts On Pie. I don't see this that much, but when I do, I take pause, gather my strength, and remove the offending nuts in question. Why, I ask an uncaring world. Why does everything have to have the goddamn nuts on?

4) No Nuts In Pie. Unlike nuts in cake, nuts in pie present a more complex dilemma. It is almost possible to remove all of the nuts in question in the first two categories of nuts-in-cake - the whole nuts, and the semi-nuts. But with pie, it is a different story. It's just not worth the effort. If there are nuts hiding in pie, you can bet I'll be somewhere else and I will leave no forwarding address for the odd pie chock full o' nuts.

5) No Nuts In Brownies. I cannot even begin to enumerate the experiences I've had encountering nuts in brownies. These are the nut-infested brownies that escape careful and prolonged visual inspection, usually with a layer of clear fluorescent-lit glass between my eyeballs and the object in question. I will always always follow up my examination with a question posed to the confectioner: "Are there nuts in the brownies?" I don't know why I bother, invariably the answer is "no" and invariably I've just purchased a fucking nut brownie. Now I'm starting to understand why people freak out over trivial things -- what you're seeing is a lifetime of disappointment and frustration finally breaking free and taking majestic flight.

6) No Nuts In Ice Cream. The ultimate soft confection, marred forevermore by the presence of nuts. It will not happen on my watch. It will not happen. Being resourceful, I can dig around the nuts like an inverse treasure hunt ("Rrrrrrrrra, seitam!") and be somewhat satisfied.

7) Nuts On Ice Cream - Okay, with restrictions. Here I am thinking of those nutty-buddy cones, with the sprinkling of ground cashews on top. Combined with the hard chocolate coating, the nuts please me. While on this topic, it seems important to mention that hard ice cream cones are okay. The ability to eat a food's own container trumps the hard-vs-soft problem by about fifty times, and the cone becomes softer, chronologically.

8) Yeah, nuts in cookies, another damned nut mystery to me. If you want nuts in anything, bring a small bag along with you and sprinkle 'em on, to avoid the heartbreaking scene of seeing yet another anti-nut coalition force troop member carefully picking apart his chocolaty chip cookie in a brave and yet neverending attempt to rout nuts and nut clusters from their fortified hiding encampments. Seriously, put the cookie in the microwave, and then jam your stupid nuts in.

9) Cereal is another food that seems to have been invaded by nuts. Wheat flakes, bits of fruit and almond slivers or walnut clusters or pecan chunks. Cereal should eventually end up slightly soggy in your milk. It should not end up as a bi-level conglomeration of slightly soggy stuff on top with hard nuts underneath. Fortunately, these types of cereals tend to be on the top shelves at your grocery store. So, if you're like me, your eyes need never see these offenses to nature if they never rise above the level of the Cocoa Puffs.

It's just that nuts are not a embellishment to anything else. They are a self-standing snack and should be left that way. It is not an advantage or plus to any dish to have to stop and chew up a hard, hidden intruder. I am still developing this list. There seems to be an infinite amount of foodstuffs to which one can add nuts.

Lots Of Pillows

Dentists Are Not Really Friends!

The Last 4 Years

Words of Comfort

Brian Andreas

My New "Job"

Last Monday, I started a new job... the thing is, I don't feel like I am working when I am there. I suppose it's probably because with the other nanny or daycare jobs I have had, I was responsible for anywhere between 2 and 15 kids at a time. The last time I watched an infant, it was 8 month-old-twins, a toddler, and a 6 year-old.... Talk about multi-tasking! So I guess, comparatively, this is a pretty easy job... I'm not quite used to the down-time, but I'm getting there.

I love my days, I really really do! Parker is such a good baby, and she is such a cutie! She harly ever fusses, and she absolutely loves to go out in her stroller. Today we walked on the Pearl Street Mall for an hour or so, and she was so content. When we got back home, we took a nap together and Parker cuddled on me while she slept, and I read a book. Later, we had an impromptu photo shoot, and for a 4-month-old, Parker sure knew how to work the camera! At the end of the day, we practiced sitting up, and once she got the hang of it, Parker was all giggles... she just beamed with pride when her mommy walked in the room... such a ham!