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Thursday, June 09, 2005

A co-worker (thanks Walt) sent me a cool link today. http://www.madlibs.org You can do those Mad Libs like in elementary school online. Here are a couple of my creations.

Einstein believed that Walt's theory should, like all other laws of girl obey the principle of thought. In other honeys, Walt's hand should be funny even within any Running reference Secret. Since speed c is built into the laws of girl, Einstein scooted that every observer ought to love every light man to move at speed c, regardless of the observer's clip. No matter how fast you read, a light man always passes you at speed c, relative to you. This is why the idea of breathe up with a light man seemed smelly to Einstein. If every observer sees every light man move at speed c, then nobody can even begin to catch up with a light man, much less catch all the way up with one and love it at rest.

the hand and the tack- Hans Christian Anderson
ONCE upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a hand; but she would have to be a real hand. He giggled all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were handes enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real hand.
One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.
It was a hand standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made his look. The water ran down from his hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of his shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real hand.
"Well, we'll soon find that out," thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a tack on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the tack, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.
On this the hand had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.
"Oh, very badly!" said she. "I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It's horrible!"
Now they knew that she was a real hand because she had felt the tack right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.
Nobody but a real hand could be as sensitive as that.
So the prince took his for his Keeper of the Office Supplies, for now he knew that he had a real hand; and the tack was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.
There, that is a true story.

In other news, I'm starting to get stressed out about this coming Saturday's events. I will be attending a high school reunion for my entire school. It's for anyone who ever graduated from this school. It's kinda scary because I never ever worry about what I look like or what I'm going to wear, but this thing has me terrified. Everyone will be there. Guys I had crushes on in school will see me all grown up (and out) and I wonder if they will look at me and think "Damn I'm glad I never went out with her", or "Why in the world did I ever ask her out?"

You see, I was never the overly popular girl in high school. I wasn't un-popular, but just kind in the middle. I was voted as a favorite in high school a couple of times, but I think it was only as default. I mean how good is it supposed to make you feel that you are one of the top 6 most liked people out of a whopping 30 kids? And that was only one year out of four! I guess part of my not being appealing to the "it" girls was that I was cynical and spoke my mind. They were always trying to play Sweetheart of Weston and I didn't give a shit. I mean really...what the hell does it matter. So what if everyone's parents think you don't drink. What have you accomplished? Everyone's parents thinking you're a lame ass?

Anyway, I also collected what I sweetly refer to as "Strays". I was usually friends with those who didn't have any other friends. I was friends with the transfer students (except the really really nasty ones), the girls who slept with any guy who tried (who the hell was I to judge), the girls who drank every weekend (at least they said interesting stuff), and the girls whose boobs were alot bigger than everyone else's. (Which is really funny that girls who automatically thought big boobs made you a slut are the same ones saving nickels and dimes to buy some....lol....think of all that money I'm saving!) I wasn't really overly fond of some of these "strays", but honestly they had no one else and I felt sorry for them. I think I am the one person that the fabricated story of the boy who was cleaning out his locker when another one befriended him and then he didn't kill himself...blah, blah, really got to. I honestly thought that if no one was nice to these people that maybe they would decide to give up and end it all. I seriously doubt I ever saved anyone from committing suicide, but I never could be mean to someone without thinking "what if". OK, yes I'm a total dork!!!

So, back to the story. I pretty much got along with everyone. I had friends who were older and in the grades ahead of us and I hung out with the popular, unpopular, etc. But, I never really, really "fit" with any of them too much. I was a weird mix of all of thosegroups, but not totally committed to any of them.

I wonder what everyone else will look like. I hope everyone else has gotten bigger...but I doubt it. I'm probably the only one who went from a size 5 to a size..err...well...a larger size. I wonder how I went from a person who didn't care what anyone thought to a person freaking out about spending a couple of hours with these same people. Surely this is normal. Right?

Am I proud of where I've made it in life? For the most part yes, so that's not it. I think it's just that I don't want to be labeled as the girl from high school who got really really fat.
So, I think I will put on my cutest shirt which shows off my boobs that I didn't save a small fortune to buy, dress up my little man and hope that his cute face diverts all attention away from my huge ass that I will have squeezed into a pair of capris. Note to self-I must shave Friday night...I'm not always the best about doing that!

Okay, funny other story. I got a speeding ticket around the end of March. I gave it to my cousin who is the DA for our parish (county for you non-Louisiana people) and he "took care of it". Well, I get a letter in the mail a couple of days ago that I didn't show up for my hearing and if I don't take action, then I will have a bench warrant and my license will be suspended. I have a call into him, and I hope he calls back soon!!! If not, I may be blogging from jail!

Melissa

Melissa @ 3:03 PM | comment

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Melissa
Melissa-Mom to LittleMan (4/04); wife to LuckyHusband; full-time toxicologist; full-time housekeeper; full-time domestic laundromat manager (washes all the clothes); full-time domestic finance manager (pays all the bills and yells at husband for spending too much money on fishing stuff); and Keeper of the Cheerios. Lives in a tiny town; spends tons of time with family; reads; enjoys crafts. Can change a diaper, fill a sippy cup, and put on a toddler's shoes in 15.4 seconds flat, all while calculating the impact of petroleum hydrocarbons to a nearby surface water body (watch for me in the Toddler Olympics on CBS this fall). Addicted to Dr. Pepper; Kit Kats; and pasta. To spot me in a crowd: I'm the one with frizzy messed-up hair, smeared graham crackers on my shirt; huge purse with a diaper peeking out, toddler on her hip, and camera in hand at all times.

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