Enter the ICHC online Poker Cats Contest!
Ok so I am totally obsessed with this website..Icanhascheeseburger. This one makes me laugh so hard I pee. Check out the googly eyes on this kitty.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
HaHaHaHa...again!
Enter the ICHC online Poker Cats Contest!
Ok so I am totally obsessed with this website..Icanhascheeseburger. This one makes me laugh so hard I pee. Check out the googly eyes on this kitty.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Fashionably Late Love
26 (because I'm 26) things I Love
1. My Husband
2. Using something up all the way
3. Snow. Lots & lots of snow
4. Climbing trees
5. Singing at the top of my lungs
6. My boys; Tyler Thailand Durden & Joaquin Fine White China
7. Being in the mountains
8. Taking a really great picture
9. The live version of Roses From My Friends by Mr. Ben Harper
10. When someone or something turns out exactly how you expected
11. My dear friend Ms. Ani Difranco
12. The house I grew up in on Prairie Lane
13. Avacodo eggrolls from BJ's in Tucson
14. Playing the movie game
15. The sound and smell of a tattoo shop
16. The Oregon coast
17. My heritage
18. My sisters
19. Laughing with Kate
20. Reading a really good book
21. Live shows
22. Crab legs :(
23. Tequila in the form of a margarita...or four
24. Driving down the 101
25. Playing video games with Murph
26. The great state of Arizona
7 things I don't love
1. I don't love that Arizona is not where I live
2. I don't love that Fort Collins is 9 to 13 hours away depending on whose driving
3. I don't love that Kate lives so far away
4. I don't love the way shoe stores smell
5. I don't love season finales
6. I don't love the healing process of a tattoo
7. I don't love stocking beer
1. My Husband
2. Using something up all the way
3. Snow. Lots & lots of snow
4. Climbing trees
5. Singing at the top of my lungs
6. My boys; Tyler Thailand Durden & Joaquin Fine White China
7. Being in the mountains
8. Taking a really great picture
9. The live version of Roses From My Friends by Mr. Ben Harper
10. When someone or something turns out exactly how you expected
11. My dear friend Ms. Ani Difranco
12. The house I grew up in on Prairie Lane
13. Avacodo eggrolls from BJ's in Tucson
14. Playing the movie game
15. The sound and smell of a tattoo shop
16. The Oregon coast
17. My heritage
18. My sisters
19. Laughing with Kate
20. Reading a really good book
21. Live shows
22. Crab legs :(
23. Tequila in the form of a margarita...or four
24. Driving down the 101
25. Playing video games with Murph
26. The great state of Arizona
7 things I don't love
1. I don't love that Arizona is not where I live
2. I don't love that Fort Collins is 9 to 13 hours away depending on whose driving
3. I don't love that Kate lives so far away
4. I don't love the way shoe stores smell
5. I don't love season finales
6. I don't love the healing process of a tattoo
7. I don't love stocking beer
Sunday, February 17, 2008
My Blog Quotes
Ok, so first...I totally lied about posts being few and far between during this semester. I am finding blogging is a great way to escape from the other 'pressures' in my life. If you check my page regularly you will find that I change my quote at the top right of my page often. I use quotes that inspire me, make me laugh, or are just plain random.
Some of them come from my brother. One in paticular,"You think you know everything, I know know everything." He said this at the beginning of my teenager years, which means he was nearing the end of his teenager years. He said it to me, not in a mean way, but in a very matter-of-fact way. I looked at him and simply replied, "Ok". I was convinced...what he didn't realize was this was to spark a never-ending trail of questions about random things. I mean never-ending, you see now I am at the middle of my 20's and he is at the beginning of his 30's and I am still asking him random questions. He never ceases to amaze me.
Which brings me to my point....
We have mother's day, father's day, we have grandparent's day, and president's day. What about brother's day? or sibling's day? My brother has given me so much to be greatful for ever since I was born. I have the most beautiful memories of my childhood that I would not have if it wasn't for him. So when you read this, and if you have a brother, don't think of when he told you alligators live in the sewers (and you still can't walk close to sewer drains), think of all that you have because he cared enough to exist in your life.
Thanks brother.
Some of them come from my brother. One in paticular,"You think you know everything, I know know everything." He said this at the beginning of my teenager years, which means he was nearing the end of his teenager years. He said it to me, not in a mean way, but in a very matter-of-fact way. I looked at him and simply replied, "Ok". I was convinced...what he didn't realize was this was to spark a never-ending trail of questions about random things. I mean never-ending, you see now I am at the middle of my 20's and he is at the beginning of his 30's and I am still asking him random questions. He never ceases to amaze me.
Which brings me to my point....
We have mother's day, father's day, we have grandparent's day, and president's day. What about brother's day? or sibling's day? My brother has given me so much to be greatful for ever since I was born. I have the most beautiful memories of my childhood that I would not have if it wasn't for him. So when you read this, and if you have a brother, don't think of when he told you alligators live in the sewers (and you still can't walk close to sewer drains), think of all that you have because he cared enough to exist in your life.
Thanks brother.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
CONSTANT VIGILANCE!!!!
Some journal entries should never be shared with the vast public, but I found this one particularly telling of my true-self...enjoy.
Today I am troubled by incompetence.
Today is a voting day. I even wore my voting day t-shirt (yes I really have a voting day t-shirt). Today is the first day I will cast my vote as Marri GLANNON! This is a very exciting day for me. As I approached the registration table, I scanned over the women dutifully volunteering their time to aide in democracy. Not one of those women were under 70. I found my line, based on my new last name, and trustingly thrust my driver's license into the hands of the poll worker. After watching her flip back and forth 5 times, (not 3, not 6, but 5 times) I politely informed her that she was skipping a page. She eventullay found our trio, seemingly reluctant to do so, and with my ID in hand, she spoke in my direction, "So you are Janet?"
Does it say Janet on my id? I know there are a plethora of names there but none of them started with a 'J' nor ended with a 'T'.
"No, I am Marri." as I pointed to my name. Does the fate of our presidential election really depend on the work of this woman who can't read no matter how many pairs of spectacles hung on her neck?
Incompetence.
Then to school--where my lunch was undercooked and doughy. Blech! Even us vegetarians have standards.
Incompetence.
I returned to the cafeteria, where the nicest of women work, and was satisfied to have it re-cooked. As I sat eating my now burnt and somehow still undercooked pizza, I noticed the man who is usually cleaning the lunch tables was absent. He is a friendly man, a little weird but always says 'hi' and is never inconvenienced to do his less-than-pleasent job. There was however someone in his place. A larger and less friendly man staring up at the TV as the trash cans around him overflowed with past meal carnage. Napkins littered the floor, all vacated tables paid tribute to their last occupants containing puddles of soda or catsup or 'leavings' of some kind.
Again with the incompetence.
After finally finding a receptacle that wasn't pregnant with garbage, I headed to te ladies room. Only one toilet remained unflushed. Blech again! How do people not flush a toilet? I will not bore with the details of what took place in the stall but upon washing my hands I met senor Incomptence yet again...
Although there was ample counter space not a centimeter of dry land could be found. "Were these people raised in a barn?"--I heard someone in my childhood say. I wiped it down, rest my luggage and turned on the sink. Well, I tried to turn on the sink. It was one of those automatic faucets---by the way I hate those. There I was in the bathroom throwing every hand gesture I could think of to get that precioous H2O to blanket my skin.
I guess man is not alone in his incompetence.
Today I am troubled by incompetence.
Today is a voting day. I even wore my voting day t-shirt (yes I really have a voting day t-shirt). Today is the first day I will cast my vote as Marri GLANNON! This is a very exciting day for me. As I approached the registration table, I scanned over the women dutifully volunteering their time to aide in democracy. Not one of those women were under 70. I found my line, based on my new last name, and trustingly thrust my driver's license into the hands of the poll worker. After watching her flip back and forth 5 times, (not 3, not 6, but 5 times) I politely informed her that she was skipping a page. She eventullay found our trio, seemingly reluctant to do so, and with my ID in hand, she spoke in my direction, "So you are Janet?"
Does it say Janet on my id? I know there are a plethora of names there but none of them started with a 'J' nor ended with a 'T'.
"No, I am Marri." as I pointed to my name. Does the fate of our presidential election really depend on the work of this woman who can't read no matter how many pairs of spectacles hung on her neck?
Incompetence.
Then to school--where my lunch was undercooked and doughy. Blech! Even us vegetarians have standards.
Incompetence.
I returned to the cafeteria, where the nicest of women work, and was satisfied to have it re-cooked. As I sat eating my now burnt and somehow still undercooked pizza, I noticed the man who is usually cleaning the lunch tables was absent. He is a friendly man, a little weird but always says 'hi' and is never inconvenienced to do his less-than-pleasent job. There was however someone in his place. A larger and less friendly man staring up at the TV as the trash cans around him overflowed with past meal carnage. Napkins littered the floor, all vacated tables paid tribute to their last occupants containing puddles of soda or catsup or 'leavings' of some kind.
Again with the incompetence.
After finally finding a receptacle that wasn't pregnant with garbage, I headed to te ladies room. Only one toilet remained unflushed. Blech again! How do people not flush a toilet? I will not bore with the details of what took place in the stall but upon washing my hands I met senor Incomptence yet again...
Although there was ample counter space not a centimeter of dry land could be found. "Were these people raised in a barn?"--I heard someone in my childhood say. I wiped it down, rest my luggage and turned on the sink. Well, I tried to turn on the sink. It was one of those automatic faucets---by the way I hate those. There I was in the bathroom throwing every hand gesture I could think of to get that precioous H2O to blanket my skin.
I guess man is not alone in his incompetence.
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