tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58751810682948776572012-01-30T20:00:57.093-08:00I'm a natural-born storyteller. Not everything I say makes sense, but then again, who can make that claim?Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.comBlogger941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-19472190722392144142010-08-04T10:58:00.001-07:002010-08-04T10:59:15.683-07:00

I've moved!http://thatswhatsummersaid.wordpress.com/Not sure how many actually check in with the blog...but just thought you might like to know :)

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-36057077267770279982010-02-25T06:45:00.000-08:002010-02-25T09:54:58.572-08:00

Sadly, I've not posted in a very long time. It's not so much by choice—-I've not had Internet in FOREVER (since I moved into my own apartment), and I've been relying on library visits and the kindness of my friends to do my 'net surfing and blog posting.Hopefully that will change soon. I'd like to get Internet for my apartment sometime in the near future, and I plan to save a little chunk of my

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It’s a Toast-astrophe! Catas-pastry!Or just a sad day in breakfast world.Some mornings, I wake up early, get my shower, drink my coffee and eat my grits and toast while watching the Today show.That’s some mornings, not most. Tuesday was like most mornings.I woke up with a startling realization that my alarm had already angrily beep-beep-beeped at me—twice—while I snoozed peacefully and blissfully

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Don't have time to make a real post, but I just wanted to share mine and Jonathan's joint Halloween costume: Joan Holloway and Roger Sterling from Mad Men on AMC.Hope y'all had a good Halloween!

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What, what?!?! Add .1 to that and you've got me after my first 5k!So I survived my 5k! It was great, so much fun. I definitely recommend to anyone wanting to do a 5k to do Race for the Cure. It was so exciting, having people cheer you on! My friend Joy and I ran, while my mom, Joy’s mom, and my sister walked. We went back to cross the finish line with them when we got done. It took us 43

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This story made me want to cry.What No One Ever Tells You About Losing Weight Health & Fitness: glamour.comShared via AddThis

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Hello all! I'm thinking of starting a team to run/walk the Birmingham Race for a Cure for the Susan G. Komen foundation. I'll post more later with details and information on how you can join my team or just donate. Let me know if you are interested; the race is October 10.http://www.komenncalabama.org/

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-20381984918253131202009-08-16T20:24:00.000-07:002009-08-17T08:34:58.321-07:00

So, I am OBSESSED with Mad Men on AMC. Specifically, I'm obsessed with Joan Holloway, played by Christina Hendricks. So sexy. I would love to look like this woman:Meow, she is sexy. All the other characters are delightful as well, I just have a "thing" for the reds. Anyway, I digress. So I want to be Joan. And thanks to madmenyourself.com, I can be:This was my second go at my Mad woman. I

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-12276856428684331632009-08-11T22:54:00.000-07:002009-08-17T08:24:02.088-07:00

I'm finally hanging my crap on the walls! (Not literally. Gross.)Here's the series of things behind my loveseat. It was the main wall and it was all empty.And here's the giant Chicago poster I got from my friend Catherine. It's HEAVY. I waited forever to hang it up bc I thought I needed help and stronger hooks. Turns out I had hooks and I didn't need anyone other than me, myself and I.

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I was on my way back from dropping a friend off at the airport (6 in the am...it was earl-eye) when I saw the funniest thing.  There was a cat wandering around in the street, but obviously chasing something.  I thought it was a pinecone.  When I got closer, I saw the silliest, most animated-looking mouse.  No joke.  It looked like a teardrop turned on its side!  And it was moving on what looked

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My dad was in town last night.  Whenever we're in the same room, I usually get filled with this anxiety because my apartment is a mess, or my car, or I've not done some things I should've or I've done things that I shouldn't.  This time was a little different. He lost his job a few weeks ago, and it's been really hard on him, esp since this came only a week after my grandmother (his mom) passed

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So…I have a habit of sometimes taking pictures of the foods I’m eating. Then I never do anything with them. I’ve decided it’s time to take advantage of my food photos in a blog. (Sadly, I also realized this is my 100th post...I say "sadly" because I wish it was of slightly more substance!)I made a soup a few nights ago, with the aid of a few recipes but mostly what was in my head. I need a

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I love Publix. I often go there when I’m feeling down and low. Something about how nice the people are, how great the store is and how fantastic of a selection they have makes me feel all warm inside.Speaking of the sales, I noticed they were having a particularly surprising markdown on blueberries, which can get rather expensive—a pint for just $3. Not believing my good luck, I grabbed one of

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Well, I'm slowly but surely getting more settled into my new apartment. At times I feel like it'll be just like that last place: never unpacked, never finished, never home. But I really want it to be different. I spent about 3 or 4 hours yesterday after work trying to get some stuff done. I organized the bathroom, put away clothes, hung up my sheers in my bedroom...definitely made some

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-3928292198110248722009-03-07T18:07:00.000-08:002009-03-10T11:26:05.601-07:00

I found these glasses the other night while looking for my good pair. Haven't worn them in years...Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-16688172760716075312009-03-02T17:45:00.000-08:002009-05-05T07:42:54.296-07:00

...actually, it's pretty much the opposite of that right now: I have a massive amount of unpacking to do right now. And as much as it sucks to have an apartment full of boxes, it's also kind of fun. I like being able to go through every single thing I own...I find lost items (the top to my grandmother's tea kettle!), throw things away (stacks of old magazines), and basically just take

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I moved this weekend. ALL weekend. It took for-freakin-ever. My muscles feel as if they've been twisted and rung out like wet washcloths. Muscles I didn't even know I had are crying out with each step I take. I haven't had hardly any sleep...but more on the move later.My point is, I'm tired. This morning I got up knowing full well I was going to be later for work. I contacted my boss, hit

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I didn't get a chance to write about Valentine's Day...so I'm doing it now. And I know it's March, but I don't care. Boo ya.Ah, Valentine’s Day. Usually a day I like to avoid but never could—I worked in a restaurant for over 5 years. V-Day was more like D-Day in that it was an inescapable evil, perpetuated by insatiable couples pawing at each other while we made sure they had enough cheese

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I honestly don't know why I be hatin. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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I love to drink. I really do. And it's not a "whoo-hoo, let's all go get drunk!!!" thing, either (not all the time, anyway). I love a good beer, one I can really taste. I also love a good cheap beer, one that makes delicious pizza that much better. Or even crappy pizza that much better. The smell of a dark roasted porter makes my mouth water. And wine...oh, wine. Wine not? That’s what I

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I have a little problem. I keep EVERYTHING. I’m such a packrat. When my sister and I moved out of my parents’ house, we left all our high school memories and mementos behind. One night, my dad said “enough” (actually, I think he said “get your shit out of my house”) and told us to throw it all away. I found notebooks I scribbled on in high school, notes I passed to my friends in junior high,

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As I stated earlier, I'm currently living in a sucky apartment, managed by Michael Barry. Here's a nice little overview of my stay at my current apartment:When I first moved in, I was honestly just relieved to find a place. I only had a few weeks after I found out I got a job. My friend lived in the same apartments, one building over, and she loved it. I thought her apartment was cute.After

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-6064770060884808292009-02-23T06:42:00.000-08:002009-05-06T11:31:45.841-07:00

So...it has been quite a while since my last blog. A few months actually...I've just not been able to make myself write anything, it seems. There certainly hasn't been a shortage of things going on. Just to sum up: December sucked. There were a few shining moments—Melanie came to visit, the parties were fun and my dress was fabulous, Christmas was good—but the rest of it made me want to claw

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-29493633094080771662008-11-18T19:30:00.000-08:002009-05-06T11:35:01.392-07:00

I think. I need a dress for J's fancy Christmas party. Ok, he didn't say it was fancy, but I feel like it will be. And I want it to be. I mean, there's going to be an open bar! Okawesomeright!?! Anyway, I want an excuse to dress up all nice and feel pretty. I want a new dress, and I think I found it. However, it's only available online, so Imma have to order it and hope it comes in time.

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-31744351470451699852008-11-18T02:17:00.000-08:002009-05-06T11:35:20.765-07:00

Oh, how I remember all of these...this first one I used to find especially terrifying on Saturday mornings. That was when I used to see a lot of these...The dad in the next one doesn't look cool enough to smoke weed in front of his kids. At least, enough so that this aspiring drummer would pick up on it. And sheesh, talk about defensive. Easy, junior.Here's the one that everyone knows—brain

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-46732099894908506602008-10-26T09:11:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:38:12.398-07:00

I’m so tired of worrying and feeling like I’m never going to be quite the person I want to be.Ever since I was younger, I felt like I had my idea of what I wanted to do and be. When I was in high school, I was editor of the yearbook and frequently contributed small editorials to our little newspaper. My teachers praised me as a good writer and a “very intelligent girl.” I did well in school.

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-55347883376685187802008-10-24T21:18:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:38:41.102-07:00

I love peanut butter. I do. I like it on sandwiches, on toast, on crackers, with pretzels...it's so good. About a month ago, my dad came to visit me here in Bham. After we had dinner, he took me to buy some groceries. When we passed the pb aisle, I decided to go ahead and pick up a jar since I was about 1/4 of the way from being done with my current canister of deliciousness.The next day, I

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-81791968223336090462008-10-23T19:34:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:39:10.403-07:00

Right now I’m browsing apartments here in Bham because I’m not terribly satisfied with the place I’m living in now. I mean, I like it, but due to some extenuating circumstances, I’m a little perturbed with my current dwellings.I started with a simple Internet search in the surrounding area. I’d like something that is close to work, fairly affordable, with washer/dryer connects, preferably a

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So I work in this old historic building. We share it with another company. And while we remain fairly separate, there is one element in which we are all forced together: the bathroom.While the bathroom has been the source of a few stories for me before, I think this story is on a different plain.I will preface this story by saying this: When I’m in the bathroom, that is MY time. Time for me.

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Last night I was over at a friend’s house to watch The Office and enjoy some delicious German-inspired cuisine. We had bratwursts, sauerbraten, ginger cookies, and my contribution, soft pretzels.The soft pretzels were fairly easy to make, but there was just a lot of rising and kneading time. It was about 2 hours later after I started that we were able to enjoy these buttery and delicious treats.

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So, my mom asked me about my blog site the other day. Bless her heart, she's adorable. Anyway, I gave it to her, and then later on, I get a text from another family member asking for the address, too. Yay, readers! But it gets better. My mom (who works at a bank) was talking to one of my favorite English teachers from high school, and mother told her what I was doing, and about my "Web site.

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-44048477527356019592008-09-03T17:30:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:44:20.931-07:00

So, get this. I went home over lunch to try and clean up around my apartment. My dad is coming to visit, and I know how he'll complain if my dwelling is as messy as it has been lately. Everything's going well, and I decide to take out the trash before I leave.The way my building is set up is that it is one big building containing 8 units. the dumpster is off to the left side, which kinda sucks

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-26520980674205331732008-08-29T21:44:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:45:08.278-07:00

Once again, I have to thank the brilliant writers over at Cosmopolitan magazine for these sexy, sexy tips. Temperature TeaseForget about just stroking your man with a simple pair of satin panties! For a real treat, pop those silky numbers in the freezer a day before you're ready for action. Then loosely wrap the icy fabric around his package and gently slide it up and down.And if you happen to

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-23603918116739448302008-08-13T07:32:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:47:07.859-07:00

...who gave Gardasil such a bad name?So, at my last doctor's visit, he recommended that I get the Gardasil shot, also known as the HPV vaccine. It's supposed to safeguard you against the virus that causes cervical cancer. As afraid as I am of needles (they cause me to have panic attacks, no joke), I decided this would probably be the best thing for me to do.The vaccine is three injections,

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-27952450866986441592008-06-16T19:56:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:47:42.902-07:00

One thing I've noticed about moving to the city of Birmingham and living and working within the confines of the city: There are so many runners. All sort and shapes and sizes. But the ones that seem to catch my eye the most are the old men.Daaaaaaaang.There are all these really old, gray, wrinkly men that run constantly on the street I work on and even where I live. Is it wrong that I saw a

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-9880778457531376072008-06-13T18:21:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:49:11.155-07:00

For those fearful of flatulence, turn away from this blog now.Ok...anyone still there? Good.So, today I'm in my office, which is really an open workspace with three other designers, sometimes a fourth. Today, I was sitting at my desk, doing my own thing, when I realize I need to retrieve a file from the drawers under my desk. I lean over, rustle through my papers to find the needed paper, when

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-18110157347324366062008-06-13T00:35:00.000-07:002009-10-02T14:49:46.653-07:00

Sometimes things happen to me that just make me want to cry. Like, sit in the middle of wherever I am and bawl. Call me overdramatic, I don't care. (Actually, I do, and if you said that to my face, I'd probably collapse in a heap at your feet and commence the over-emoting.)Anyway. I remember once hearing my mother say, "You know, Autumn and I just think everything bad happens to us.

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We've all been there before. You bump into someone at the supermarket, or around town, and when they offer up a warm hello, you feel a twinge of guilt because you can't remember how you know them. Or worse, you can't remember their name. Or sometimes, when you're looking for something, like your keys or your glasses, and you look and look, only to find them in your purse, or perched on your

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-42572346016819842982008-05-15T06:25:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:51:16.552-07:00

So, here's the sitch. I go home every day for lunch. I don't have the money to go out to eat all the time, and I am too lazy to just pack a lunch. Yesterday, I do like I always do and head to the apartment. As I'm getting in my car to go, I notice the backseat is looking bright. I turned my head and see that the back passenger side window is busted.WTF. Seriously.The glass was still intact,

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-38558797490857594952008-05-13T00:06:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:51:56.960-07:00

I hate when I feel like things are out of control. When some aspect of my life that I can't get a handle on, it makes me want to control anything else around.I clean.I'm not the neatest person, but sometimes I get on these binges where nothing is ever straight enough or neat enough. I'm having company tonight, so I have a reason to have cleaned, but there are also some aspects of my life that I

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-55073024235788593122008-05-01T20:15:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:52:27.938-07:00

I love it when people use my name when they are talking to me. I think it shows a certain amount of respect, if you will, to refer to someone directly and not just treat your interaction like a routine chore. I usually try to use someone's name at least once in a conversation. If it's my superior, I usually greet them with their name.This whole thought came back up this morning when I first

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-69688327824122386182008-04-16T18:01:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:53:28.023-07:00

There is something so sacred about certain places. Churches. Cemeteries. Libraries. Small bookstores.Bathrooms.Once I enter that swinging door that separates me from the rest of the world, it is purely me-time. I want my bathroom time to be about one thing, and one thing only. Ok. Sometimes two things. But that's beside the point.One thing that I absolutely cannot stand is bathroom

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-25874621632740459012008-03-31T07:17:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:49:23.521-08:00

This weekend I went to see Eliot Morris with a few of my friends (including The Conservative) at the Workplay theatre. The show ended up consisting of Eliot plus three other guys, and the show was aptly named “Guys With Guitars.” I was really impressed with everyone, and it was a great show.But that is not the reason for this blog.Before we headed to Workplay, we decided to get some dinner at

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-37142376274637691292008-03-23T14:27:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:54:42.309-07:00

There are some things that I miss so very much about my childhood. Being virtually worry-free, having my summers all to myself, and quite possibly the best part of all—sleepovers.Two of my gal pals came over this weekend and we had the best time ever. We started out by going to the Bessemer Flea Market. and while there were several amusing characters and entertaining finds, I was, at best,

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-23680779004746245702008-03-23T09:22:00.000-07:002009-05-06T11:54:17.269-07:00

Sometimes I get a little bored, and my mind tends to wander while I'm on the internet. I hardly ever peruse magazine Web sites online, but somehow I came across Cosmo.com. This one article's teaser caught my eye, and I felt so compelled to laugh out loud. I feel as if I must share this with you.The article was "Sex Tips From Guys," and here are a few of the sparkling gems I chose to disclose

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-49517557310199593972008-03-07T19:05:00.000-08:002009-05-06T11:55:21.606-07:00

So as some or most of you may know, I've recently moved from my home in Homewood at Mountain Woods (Hoods) apartments to another apartment closer to the downtown area. Though I love where the place is at, and there are many pluses that won me over in the end, it has been no easy feat.We started packing up and moving my stuff last Saturday at about 7 in the morning. We didn't finish until 7 at

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-54433210253278376412008-01-24T09:53:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:39:29.908-08:00

By now, most everyone has heard about the crazy Vietnamese man Lam Luong who chucked his four children off a bridge in Dauphin Islan.It's an absolutely terrifying story, and I can't imagine what that woman must be going through. The kids were aged 4 months to 3 years, and I don't even want to know what was going through their minds as someone they trusted picked them up and flung them to their

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-41578654992129216582008-01-22T12:23:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:49:39.086-08:00

So this weekend, we got some snow. Finally. Everyone was waiting for it, though I was still not quite certain it was even cold enough to snow. But snow and behold, there it was, covering my apartment complex on Saturday morning. I remember talking to my mom, either the day of or the night before, and she said, "I saw on the news that ya'll are supposed to get some snow this weekend. Have you

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-59650678899935381522008-01-11T08:24:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:39:29.908-08:00

I've written a blog before about the many disgusting flavors of soda there are out there. Pepsi and Coke have each had their own foray into flavored fizzies, but when it all comes down, Dr. Pepper has really taken it to the next level. A level that I, and perhaps some others, was not quite prepared for.Kaitie and I were in the sketchy Wal-Mart (the one out on Lakeshore - Stephanie, you know

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-78762090650242863502008-01-10T16:14:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:39:58.478-08:00

Whelp...I just booked my flight - I'm going to see my dear sweet biffle, Melanie, January 24-30. I'm so psyched! I can't wait. I haven't been to Massachusetts in a little over two years. We're going to see G. Love in Boston the Friday night I'll be there - superfun.And in other news...who is this joker? He's on Law and Order Criminal Intent and looks like Patrick Swayze. I just don't like

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-13066298274069636512008-01-10T14:52:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:56:45.285-08:00

I was fixing some old pictures to put online from a friend's birthday, and I realized that I had a ridiculous amount of red-eye to correct. In order to make sure my friends didn't look like posessed demons in all the pictures, I sat down to work.If any of you have ever used the red-eye reduction function, you know that it has a tendency to not work. Or worse, it has a tendency to turn other

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-44742541855135392482008-01-08T09:05:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:43:00.746-08:00

This morning while I was in the elevator, I was joined by a gentleman with a rolling case (not sure if it was of the suit- or brief- variety, but either way, it had wheels). We both entered on the first floor, and soon found out we were both headed to the third floor.At the second floor, we made an unexpected stop, and were consequently joined by a well-dressed young woman and her Starbucks.

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-1450039403273543432008-01-03T14:03:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:02:25.966-08:00

Oh, my Lord. This is amazing.

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-69368712302938128952008-01-03T13:23:00.000-08:002009-02-25T08:14:49.437-08:00

I just so happened to click the "next blog" button on my browser window, and the very next blog had a post of publishing jokes. I thought they were cute :) The first one is my favorite, but you can check out the original for the entire post.Q: How many copy editors does it take to screw in a light bulb?A: I can't tell whether you mean 'change a light bulb' or 'have sex in a light bulb'. Can we

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-40697534734506477192007-12-28T07:54:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:50:26.966-08:00

It's funny to me when I think about how things change as far as what we get for Christmas each year.I remember one year in particular, I can't recall how old I was, but all I wanted was the McDonald's Happy Meal Magic fry maker and cookie maker. It was part of this whole set of toys that was said to recreate actual McDonald's food (!). Lo and behold, my wonderful parents (or was it Santa?)

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-31784469577381094502007-11-19T09:55:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:47:46.733-08:00

I guess it's totally objective as to what clever is.They say time flies when you're having fun. I'll second that.I will also add that time flies when you had no clue what hell you are going to do with the rest of your life.I'm graduating in less than four weeks. It's hard to believe that I've been in college for almost four and a half years. They have, however, been the best years of my life.

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-73802884776485468382007-11-16T10:24:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:53:02.839-08:00

(I transported this in from facebook, so if you read it twice, I'm sorry...then again, you didn't have to read it all.)I'm sitting here, preparing to eat my less-than-stellar meal de Cafe Waterfall, when I stumble upon something.I usually have to flavor my food items with some sort of seasoning, such as salt or pepper, as they are typically bland and need some umph.Whenever I leave the Waterfall

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-4236221195215072182007-09-23T19:29:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:55:17.958-08:00

Oh, I love Birmingham.But sometimes...not so much. It's like a classic love/hate relationship.I go, and I put all my faith in Birmingham, sing her praises, and then she turns around and makes me wish I'd never laid eyes on her.This weekend, I had a fabulous dinner with some new friends I've met in the city. All was well. I met a street urchin named Theotis outside said friend's living space,

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-73029695213573770982007-09-16T21:07:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:53:02.839-08:00

I have become newly obsessed with "Grey's Anatomy" since the last season.And I bought season three last week, and I'm slowly making my way through, and I have now stumbled upon a discovery.I have a girl crush on Dr. Callie Torres-O'Malley.Damn, milk really does do a body good.

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-74192261654060758422007-08-29T21:37:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:53:02.839-08:00

So...I love "The Real World."And before you rush to judge me, hear me out.Those of you that know me, know that I am (or claim to be) a pop culture junkie. I enjoy reality TV (but even I have limits - I won't hesitate to channel flip as soon as "Hogan Knows Best" comes on the VH1), and I indulge in some of my favorite supermarket tabloids.I enjoy some other shows, some "quality" shows as well.

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-42765641277564463792007-08-23T15:45:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:50:26.966-08:00

There are so many things that stick out to me about my school years, especially kindergarten.I was in Mrs. Barton's class, along with about half of my graduating class. Little did I know, many of the same kids with whom I used to spend hours gluing pencil boxes together and trading crayons would be the same kids I would stand beside as I tossed my graduation cap high into the air outside of

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-34131096126367782302007-08-22T15:25:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:35:23.919-08:00

I knew that might get some of your attention...Okay, so. A new blog is currently in the works. My internship has kept me busy, but I do have an update that is well overdue. Right now, however, I give you with this.I'm not sure if any of you are familiar with the drug Mirapex. It's used to treat "restless leg syndrome" or "RLS." I remember hearing about RLS in my psychology 101 class, and I'm sure

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-85911399471324979422007-08-02T21:44:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:28:17.270-08:00

Last year, I thought I understood loss.I lost one friend in a terrible car accident that left his fiance badly injured and broken-hearted.Shortly before that, my best friend from high school lost her husband in a severe and tragic way. She was six months pregnant at the time.I thought that was the hardest thing I would ever have to do.Until this past week.Baby Noah was born on December 14, 2006.

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-27904516846194878362007-06-26T13:19:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:53:02.839-08:00

A week or so back, Kaitie and I ventured to the city for a cousin's birthday party. Said cousin was turning 8, and the party was at a place that had laser tag. Needless to say, we did not play.However, that had little to do with the best day ever.No, the best day ever occurred at a necessary intermittent stop at the local Wal Mart to grab a bite to eat.We went the Wal Mart deli, which always

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-26016832109684182042007-06-21T08:11:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:50:26.967-08:00

I love childhood memories.And I especially love those memories that are attached to my older sister, Autumn. Having a sister has definitely made growing up so much more fun, although there were many times that I thought I hated her and wished I never had a sister.But I never meant it. Most of the time. My sister has grown to be my best friend.When we were kids, we used to ride the bus to

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-45161515754982198132007-06-12T17:59:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:45:38.019-08:00

I will never even begin to understand the human instinct.Why do we do some things, even when we know the outcome may possibly be less than desirable?As many of you may know (and if you don't, do you even read my blogs?), I work in a restaurant in The Great Little Big City. And I have to say, my sampling of the human race that serves as our restaurant patrons do not give me much hope.I've had

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-26523213189283979392007-05-26T00:52:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:28:17.270-08:00

Saturday, May 26, 2007Current mood: contemplativeWhen you are a child, you think you are invincible. You run around, all willy-nilly, not concerned about bumping your head or falling down and skinning your knees.But it is inevitable that you will do so. You get hurt, and you begin to cry.As an adult, I have dealt with children many times - babysitting, church, taking care of friends' children.

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-16869101163468359002007-05-20T11:41:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:47:46.734-08:00

I just wanted to thank everyone that has kept me in their thoughts as I have been waiting patiently to hear back about my internship. Almost two weeks ago, I interviewed at The Magazine in The City for an internship that I have been wanting since I was a senior in high school. My entire college career has been working up to this, really.I started to get a little discouraged, especially when I

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-50310092753411596522007-05-08T17:14:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:35:23.920-08:00

Have you ever felt like you were playing a game with all the wrong rules? Or worse, everyone else is using a different set of rules from you?That's how I feel sometimes, especially when it comes to life.To illustrate my point, I'll use an example from recent weeks. I met someone, he got my number, and then he said, "I'll call you tomorrow....nah, I won't call you tomorrow. It'll actually be

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-68066619548204567922007-04-16T19:52:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:59:39.406-08:00

Ok, so I know embarrassment.I have fallen in public, many many times, notably this past weekend in a very humiliating fashion. I have done a lot of stupid stuff.But the point is, you never get used to it, and every time something like that happens, I still can't help but feel like an idiot.Case and point.I'm at the library right now, the only place I can really rely on for internet, trying to

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-10273461395955315582007-02-19T03:06:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:35:23.920-08:00

***This blog is only about me and how I'm feeling, and it is in no way directed to anyone else, and it is not me telling someone how they should be or feel. That is all, thank you.***I have this theory about second best. I was having a conversation with a friend of mine one time when they said that they were not sure whether or not they wanted to continue dating someone because they felt as if

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-39240373984897401702007-02-18T23:00:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:43:49.254-08:00

I published this article in the Chanticleer, along with my Seussical article. It was originally several thoughts that were supposed to be a blog, but instead I made it into an opinion piece for the paper. Now hear this...As someone who uses her cell phone every day, even instead of a house phone, I understand and appreciate the value and importance of a mobile phone. I know that there are some

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-37060433826835013772007-01-09T09:41:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:35:23.920-08:00

I'm just sitting here, and the television is on.VH1 is doing their little countdown of videos, and the slammin' new tune "Fergalicious" is on. Sa-weet.There are many things about this that bother me. First of all, the parts where Will.I.Am. spells out the different adjectives describing The Duchess herself.He says, "T. To tha A. To tha S-T-E-Y, girl you 'tastey'.""Tastey" does not "tasty"

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-88734112316898200252007-01-04T13:26:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:35:23.920-08:00

I was watching Family Matters today (don't hate) on my break from classes.As I was preparing myself to enjoy the gentle ethnic humor stylings of Reginald Vel Johnson, I noticed something on the opening credits.In the her solo shot, Mother Winslow is persuing through a magazine. That magazine...is Rolling Stone. Rock on, Mother Winslow. Rock on.

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-54728869056161181552006-12-26T11:29:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:54:54.286-08:00

Every since I was a little girl, my father has always taught me not to be wasteful. He was always telling me, "Don't leave that food on your plate. If we're paying for it, you're going to fnish it all" or "Heck no, don't throw that away! We can save that [insert various object] for later!" or "Wrap that chicken finger up in a napkin and stick it in your purse! I'm not too proud!" A simple

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-42334364848515023332006-12-18T00:31:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:28:17.270-08:00

I've lost two friends this year, both very tragic and unexpected.I wrote a blog recently about one of my friends, Ben. His girlfriend/fiancee is at home now, resting comfortably and rehabilitating herself daily to get back on her feet. She knows Ben is gone, and she has her good days and bad days, friends say. I can't even begin to imagine what that must be like.Back in September, my best

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-16893510801531402232006-12-15T23:21:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:52:09.529-08:00

The internet has really revolutionized the way things happen today, and it has made such a huge impact on social netoworking everywhere.I was in Wal-Mart just the other day, and I saw the ole Tiger Beat and Teen Bop magazines that all the girls used to have when I was in elementary school. They used to be covered with teen sensations and say things like, "Super Dreamy Pics of Hanson Inside This

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-170886935054146032006-12-11T01:32:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:52:09.529-08:00

Okay, so, I love signs. LOVE them. I love them esp when they have something wrong with them or when they just really, really crack me up. And I have seen many a sign, my friend. Not to mention I know how convenient it is to have a camera phone. And to have friends that have camera phones. And to have friends who appreciate your affinity for signs and that....you get the idea.I thought I

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-36205820975117190502006-11-20T22:05:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:27:04.344-08:00

It's ironic that my last post was about love and finding that special someone.Two friends of mine have been dating for a while. It's weird to me that they are together, as I have known each of them for a long time, but separately. One day, they came into Red Lobster, where I work, and we did the whole, "But wait...hold on...you're dating? And you know....her? Him?" It was perfect - I loved

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-10944564998729821662006-11-16T23:33:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:27:04.345-08:00

One of my very best friends got married last week. It was a beautiful wedding, and she looked absolutely gorgeous. We have been friends since we were very young, about two or three years old. I didn't expect to get so emotional, but as I stood there on the altar, watching her walk down the aisle...I almost lost it.I regained control of myself and stayed composed for the rest of the ceremony.

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-83772496393249747002006-11-15T10:21:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:37:46.260-08:00

Ah, rainy days. I love rainy days. I love nothing more than to either go to bed with the rain tap, tapping on my windows or to wake up to a steady drizzle. (Only trouble is that I want to stay in bed all day!) I even have a fantastic noise machine with a rainstorm setting that lulls me to sleep.Then there are the downsides to rain. I hate having to travel from car to building and feel all

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-7367573295799424382006-11-01T11:00:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:52:09.529-08:00

So, I'm sitting here, watching Megan Mullally on her new talk show. For those of you not in the know, she played Karen on Will & Grace. I have come to the assumption that the last stop on the celebrity has-been bus is talk show town.She's fun enough, I guess. But today my interest was piqued more that just a little when I heard who her guests would be. Julianne Moore, normal. Jamie Kennedy,

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-10926031651794349792006-10-23T08:28:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:37:46.260-08:00

So, I love shoes. And I love boots. If any of you have read any of my previous blogs, then you might know that I had a little spat with a very dear pair of Steve Madden cowboy boots of mine (I believe the title is sweet sixteens and charmed thirds). We had since made up, and I have really just been waiting for the right moment to bring 'em out, bring 'em out.This morning as I consulted my

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-22865584463356509822006-10-11T10:15:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:44:52.617-08:00

I hate that. For those of you that know me, I am a grammar Nazi, and it pains me so much to see lose spelled looose. The real looser is the person who puts it on a church sign, as I have recently observed. There is this one church, on Church St. (ironically, or maybe not) that I like to think of as the Church of Bad Grammar. Every time I pass by, which used to be often, something else is

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-1275332642893378802006-08-09T00:49:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:52:09.529-08:00

There are some things that I see in my day to day life that disturb me a little bit. Even frighten me. Just random advertisements or products that it seems one could never ever want or even need. Or television commercials that are either too unbelievable or should have never been made. My favorites are late night infomercials and only-on-TV products (which you can usually find at Wal Mart or

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-74620438716929647502006-07-10T01:11:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:52:09.529-08:00

So, I'm dining with my sister at the local Arby's restaurant, and I find myself in a situation to which I am not unfamiliar.I sat down with my tray of curly fries and Arby's signature roast beef, and I see there are several items on the table, possibly left over from the previous patron to occupy the booth. Several nakins and unopened condiment packets. At first glance, one might think this

Summahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03179768049990895952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875181068294877657.post-84511968760316255452006-06-10T15:02:00.000-07:002009-02-27T09:52:09.529-08:00

I was staying over at my parents' house this weekend, and my mom tells me this morning that she made biscuits, help myself. As I was preparing my morning treat, I went looking for jam and found none. Now, my mother, and my grandmother, and I think a large part of the population's mothers and grandmothers have that little drawer or whatever in which they keep those little condiment packets you

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Has anyone else seen the new Dr Pepper commercial? First of all, I just want to say that the flavored soda craze has gotten way out of hand. If I see one more diet, caffeine free, orange-pineapple-guava-passion-melon-fruit-snoozleberry-jazzamatazz soda, I think I will literally smash a can of said soda into the forehead of the nearest person drinking it. (Okay. Now that was a little violent.

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Wow. I reached a new all-time low this morning.I do a lot of things in the car, like makeup, talking on the phone, ironing - you know, the usual. (*DISCLAIMER i do not actually iron while driving, that was an over exaggeration used for humorous person. i mean please. I don't have a plug-in in my car. But I'm sure there are several people out there who feel me when I say I would seriously

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As I arrived to class this morning, a little late as usual, I saw something that bothered me.I always, ALWAYS parallel park on the side of the building, underneath the trees. There are (almost) always spaces here, and you don't have to have a sticker, AND it's perfectly legal with easy access to the Stone Center.This morning, however, my attention was diverted to a Ford Focus. There is a nice

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My cousin just turned sixteen this past week, and they had a big party for her on Saturday. Let me just say, when I turned sixteen, I don't think I did ANYTHING. Not one thing. I may have had some friends over, but that's about it. (On that note, oh how I miss the sleepovers we used to have at my house when I was in high school. Such fun!!) Anyway, I'm digressing. My aunt threw her a big

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...hee, hee, hee...I love Sex and the City. And yes, it is four o clock in the morning and I am STILL awake. I have worked every single day (night) this week, and I have tonight (but not today) off from work, and I have done nothing. At all. Well, except run all around the freakin town trying to find the ingredients to make pizza. Let me start at the semi-beginning (not that it's really that

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Happy Birthday to Stephany, first of all. That's the only good thing about this God-forsaken day. I swear, I hate Valentine's Day. I always have. Just don't like it. Don't get me wrong, I love candy, and those little shortbread cookies (even if they are in the shape of hearts), and I can't wait for the day after when WalMart discounts all the candy and stuff. But if I have to see one more

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High SchoolIt's so weird to me...here recently I've been getting all these adds and stuff from people that I went to high school with. I mean, it's only been like three years since I graduated, but it feels like forever. I remember thinking that some of these people I might never see again, but with all this new technology, it's entirely possible. I guess I liked high school okay. I mean,

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