tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69317030483285295632024-03-12T20:16:25.307-07:00NappyPantsMore information then you could ever want to know about my overwhelming life.Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-973222109006291092013-05-06T10:59:00.001-07:002013-05-06T10:59:53.637-07:00Im Graduating!I cannot believe it. Someone pinch me (or don't). I am graduating on Saturday! I thought this day would never come. The past few years at Webster University have been amazing. I was president of PRSSA and I worked in the business department of The Journal, but I also met lifelong friends. The best friends I have ever had.<br />
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There is something to be said about finding a group of people who go through the same experiences with you day in and day out. I think I would call them sisters. This past year with my favorite group of girls has been amazing. We laugh together and when things get a bit overwhelming we cry together, which is totally okay.<br />
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Every night I get text message after text message from these ladies and I cannot help but smile (after I turn my phone off because its THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND OH MY GOSH CAN THIS WAIT TILL MORNING?). But I wouldn't change our friendship for the world, and I cannot think of better people to stand next to as I get my college diploma this Saturday.<br />
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<br />Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-91115485675694521572013-03-31T21:26:00.000-07:002013-03-31T21:26:27.401-07:00Real Life Shit.<br /><span id="goog_836134031"></span><span id="goog_836134032"></span>I'm going to go out out on a limb here and assume everyone that is reading this totally hates being an adult. I know I do. Every morning when my alarm goes off I am on the verge of tears. Please tell me why I do this to myself? I mean it... please tell me why. I am actually looking for an answer.<br />
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If I was to answer it myself, I would say I have been programmed for years to wake up on my own, brush my hair, put on something other than sweatpants, and try and have a nice day. Its what my mom has been telling me for like <strike>18 years</strike> a long time. <br />
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Everyday I wake up for one reason, I promise myself a nap later that day. No joke people, this is real life. I wake up so i can take a nap. I think to myself, I just need to get through one class, maybe a meeting or two, and a workout and then I am going to nap forever. Probably till tomorrow when I wake up regretting my life choices. It works, and it gets me through my class.<br />
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Do you ever wonder why we have to bribe ourselves to do things? Like I have to bribe myself with a nap later in the day just so I will get out of bed. I have to tell myself that if I go to the gym, I can have a cookie afterwards. If I make it to class on time, I get to put off doing homework <strike>for the rest of the week</strike> for tonight.<br />
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I totally blame this on my mom. As I tell her, kids can blame whatever they want on their parents. I think she programmed me to bribe myself. I know I wasn't a two year old with natural bargaining skills.. "yeah mom, I will go to bed early of you give me a Push Pop before dinner" I don't think so. <br />
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This had to start somewhere and it needs to stop. I can already see my future children now... "I will only go to bed early if I can watch 15 minutes extra of TV, I get an apple juice with dinner, and I dont have to eat those nasty peas you are constantly insisting I eat."<br />
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... And my mom will be there saying "karma is a bitch"<br />
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Its been awhile. Here are some photos to catch you up.<br />
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<br />Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-27611626453581540802012-02-08T19:46:00.000-08:002012-02-08T19:46:45.667-08:00A note to my family.<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This blog post is called a note to my family, because that's what it is. For those of you who don't know us, I can break it down for you real quick 1) There are A LOT of us. Meaning if I tried to list them, you wold get tired. 2) We are Italian, so we talk loudly and with great use of our hands. If there is something on someones mind.... it will be said 3) Every single person has their own bit of insanity. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">With that being said, I have, well let me count... 13 first cousins? plus my brother, sister, and I that's 15. Yeah I know. Crazy! Obviously I don't get to see all of them everyday (or as much as I would like) because we are all at VERY different phases of our lives. I'm pretty sure the age range is like 26 to in the womb. So clearly we each have different priorities. However, I can't help but think I am missing them grow up. When I was a kid there were 7 grand kids and we were all best friends, but now the younger ones have their own group and they are all best friends. :) Its great. Us older guys get to play the big kid, role model roles. Which brought me to this post... that is supposed to be a list for my family, but has somehow turned into me rambling like always. </span><br />
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<u><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A list for the special little one's (the things you need to know):</span></b></u><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1) We are blessed. We have something very special in each other that makes us different and unique. Don't let that go to waste. Confide in your family, because we are lucky to have each other.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2) If you need advice, I'm a good listener. I may not have advice you agree with, but I will be happy to share what has (and has not) worked for me. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3) Find what you love, and do it. Everyday! Everyone may not share the same interest, but If you want to go to clown college, I will be right there cheering you on as you ride a unicycle in the local parade. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">4) Everyone is different. Everyone was put on this earth to serve a purpose. Find yours. Don't EVER let anyone distract you from it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">5) Everyone makes mistakes, but the worst mistake you can make is holding it in. Don't beat yourself up, make sure you tell someone. Always share whats bothering you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">6) (This goes great with #5) SPEAK YOUR MIND. If something doesn't sound/feel/look right... say it. If you have a question... ask it. Don't ever be afraid to use your words. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">7) Find someone who will treat you with the respect you deserve (and you deserve a lot!). Because life is too short to settle. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">8) You ARE beautiful/Handsome. Don't even question it. Don't hide it with ton of makeup (I'm speaking from experience). Don't compare yourselves to others. You are the only YOU and you are perfect.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">9)My last and final piece of advice is a simple two words that I think most people forget... Be humble. We often take for granted what we have. Don't do that. Walk with your head held high, and with thanks in your heart. And forever know that you have a team of people cheering you on. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That's all I have to say for now. I know its not my usual craziness, but I wanted to get all mushy in time for Valentine's Day. </span>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-84722277814333518672012-01-25T15:26:00.000-08:002012-01-25T15:29:06.301-08:00Valentines day?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hey guys!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I know, I know... Its been a long time. Last time we (meaning I) spoke, It was Christmas. Then the next thing I know I'm walking through the isles at Walmart and I notice a Valentine's Day display.... no I'm not freaking kidding. I was just as shocked as you probably are, even though (sadly) Valentine's Day comes at the exact same time every year, I feel like I get caught off guard. Add that to the fact that the entire holiday is useless, and you find yourself with the sneakiest little bitch of a holiday. That's for certain. But I digress. Back to my point, I'm at Walmart (buying $50 worth of stuff that I cant even remember at this point) and I see this Valentines Day display and I quickly think of three things 1)Heart shaped peanut butter cups 2) The fact that I haven't seen my blog in over a month and 3) Valentines day has the cutest colors! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">....That's why I think I have ADHD.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway! I plan on updating you about some odds and ends that I find important. If you get bored just jump to the bottom of the page, for I am sure to have witty/sarcastic comments located there. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1) Eric and I enjoyed our first Christmas with Zoey (and our third together as a couple)! </span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3) We are moving! Yes my friends, we are moving! I can't even express my excitement, probably because you wouldn't hear me over the screaming and loud stereo systems coming from outside my window! No more fights breaking out on my street in the middle of the night (hopefully) because we will live in an actual subdivision! Not only that but.... we got to paint! Whatever color my heart desired. Which happened to be green at the time. The best part is the yard for Zoey obviously. </span><br />
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</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They suck. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Its not the teachers fault. Nor is it the fault of the staff who is over worked and probably terribly underpaid. Its the system. The few years I attended I was all "Just let me Extreme School Makeover this place". I will come in, fire the shitty old/cranky teachers and staff (that refuse to retire). Paint the walls. Put in some desks that don't resemble the same ones I used in the third grade. And get shit ORGANIZED. I swear people will be begging to come to this place. Well.... probably not. But they wouldn't dream of getting caught horrible traffic to have a legitimate reason to not go to class.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Extreme School Makeover Steps:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">#1. Fire every college algebra teacher that has ever taught even a single class there.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">#2. Figure out the tornado that is the financial aid department</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">#3. Hire people that's only job is to answer the friggin phones</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">#4. Paint the walls. Like a friendly color.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">#5. Get a desk that my whole ass can fit in</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">#6. Donate all the old desks to an elementary school. Or a dollhouse. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">#7. Put a computer on every desk. You know. For Facebook purposes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">#8. Install a speaker system throughout all the buildings and have the teachers drop everything and do a choreographed dance every time the radio plays "Moves Like Jagger" (kinda the same concept as Texas Roadhouse)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">#8 could probably not make the cut. Depends on how long you give me to teach the teachers the dance. Extreme School Makeover only lasts 3 days. So we will see. In the mean time... I'm gonna send these suggestions the school's way. You know... as my own Public Service. You are welcome future community college students.</span></div><div><br />
</div><div>*** Anyway, I love most of the teachers at my old school and I truthfully thank them for tolerating me for the semester. If you have met me you are probably aware of my mild self-diagnosed OCD and my constant need to tell everyone my opinion. A few have actually have helped change my life. Those are the ones who I would hire as SCHOOL PRESIDENTS. and their salaries would be $1000344957 a year. Yeah.... Im sure you want me to take over the school now!</div>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-62775783483122382842011-12-20T18:59:00.000-08:002011-12-20T20:49:03.833-08:00Music these days.<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"music" what a joke.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1. Moves like Jagger- Maroon Five</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2. Friday Song- Rebecca Black</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3.Sexy and I Know It- Lmfao</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">4. anything "sung" by Lady GaGa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">5.Whip My Hair- Willow Smith</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Every time these songs play I hope my own hair will whip itself into my ears, or some sort of jagger will find it's way into my temple. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">However, this does not stop the radio stations from playing them. Clearly, somewhere in this world there are mass amounts of teenage girls who jump around listening to songs about being born crazy. Its okay preteen girls, you can be psycho. You were born that way baby. Also, feel free to dress like tiny street walkers and/or disco balls wearing ten inch heels. Its totally cool.... The song says so. I mean, you're sexy and you know it, and you have moves like jaggers whatever the F that means. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've lost all hope for American youth. </span>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-25988982200625974562011-12-14T20:42:00.000-08:002011-12-14T20:42:56.737-08:00Let's talk about Christmas break.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">.... I have been out of school like 3 days and have watched more Law and Order reruns then any normal full-time employee could ever dream of. I don't shower till about 2 in the afternoon on a productive day. I have become obsessed with pinterest, so I am constantly looking a crafts/food that I will never EVER make in my whole life. </span></td></tr>
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Those are just a few photos I found on pinterest that explain my life. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway, I hope your Christmas season is filled with all kinds of cool stuff.. Like cookies, Elf the movie, Chick Fil A, blankets, naps, tv marathons,wine, and more family than you really can tolerate! </span><br />
</div>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-5064048516636265672011-12-07T18:24:00.000-08:002011-12-07T18:49:54.591-08:00My blog is in the Christmas spirit!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's Christmas season here on my blog. I hate Christmas so this might be the only post you see about it (unless something dumb and Christmas related happens... which is a giant possibility). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Here's the breakdown: I LOVE the Christmas season! Ex: Snow, eggnog, Christmas music, Christmas trees, more cookies than I could ever imagine! Oh, and I also love the birth of Jesus. He's the man, and I like his birthday.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I hate Christmas day. Three families... one Casey. Three large meals... one small stomach. Presents. I hate presents. I don't have enough time (or blog space) to talk about my hatred of presents so please just trust me. I also hate surprises. Overall you can just see its not a good holiday for me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway... below is my list of shit I hope to do before Christmas. I wont be posting one for "things I wish to accomplish for after Christmas" because that would simply be... 1)sleeping 2) working out.... to lose the flat tire that will no doubt form around my stomach area. </span><br />
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<ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Do all my Christmas shopping online so I don't have to interact with psycho moms that "JUST NEED THE LEAPSTER SO BAD! MY TOMMY'S CHRISTMAS WILL BE RUINED WITHOUT IT!"</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Eat all my mom's Christmas cookies before she has a chance to take them to work!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Drink a lot of "special" Eggnog.... because its legal</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Think of something to get my grandfather, who hates Christmas as much as I do</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Drink wine</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Wear a lot of pajamas</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Put more pajamas on my Christmas list</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Watch all 300 versions of The Grinch they play on ABC Family</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strike>Watch EVERYTHING on ABC Family that says "Christmas" in the title</strike> Watch EVERYTHING on ABC Family period. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ignore everything on the list of the name I picked for Secret Santa.... and get them something I think is way cooler</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Try not to kill Eric as he asks if he can have his present early for the 109938938 time!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Drink more wine</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Buy my dog this adorable scarf I saw on Etsy.com</span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yeah me. The girl who has been dedicating far too much time to this little annoyance called "education". It's been a rough semester. This has been the most work I have ever done in my life. I'm exhausted! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I also chose a major, AND a school. I'm Going to Webster (I want to steal all your money) University. :) My major will be Public Relations with a minor in Advertising. I know what you are all thinking.... I've said I want be anything from an Astronaut to a Clown. I mean it this time. I even signed up for classes. Trust me, once you pay for those classes you can NEVER look back. Hopefully I will have it paid off sometime before I die. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I think this career choice might be good for my outgoing, non stop talking, over dramatic personality. :) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I also would like to write a book. Lord knows I have enough crazy stuff to write about my own life. However, I don't think the world is ready for it, so that one might be put on hold. Maybe until my mom cant see well enough to read anymore, so I can save her from disappointment. Just kidding MOM! ..... kinda. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">By then I'm sure Eric and Zoey will both be running for the hills!</span>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-84242692057182378442011-11-28T22:04:00.000-08:002011-11-28T22:04:02.006-08:00Bask in this, because it doesn't happen often.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ummm Hi blog world. its me.It's the sick girl (again) reporting from her bed. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm recovering from an awesome Thanksgiving that I ate FAR too much at. Being from an Italian family always has it's perks, such as Thanksgiving lasagna's. That's right. As always, it was fantastic.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My last post told you about the upcoming change in my life, which has now finally started to sink it's way into my brain. Since that day I have talked to A LOT of people, I mean a lot. My phone never shuts up... like ever. I wanted to address some things in this post.... I'm 21. I'm sure that's what your thinking right? We can just come out in the open and say it, it wont hurt my feelings. 21 is young. As much as I complain about how old I am, I am still at the peek of my young life. The time where I should "explore and have exciting adventures". </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Your right, I'm 21. But that doesn't mean I'm not mature enough to realize my goals.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNF-6osJq-B4zhC-QyTvUHy8hvWUwmCdWdxRGxTyPqpEZpXDmzR031VHXSW2wxWBhRtIGr6NvmAw1R1B5Jy0w-hMdrpWApwtiN2vDeZCYBR9dY7cn-A25YpDFxv9nGJzU3mWj58y78X0/s1600/AAAAAA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNF-6osJq-B4zhC-QyTvUHy8hvWUwmCdWdxRGxTyPqpEZpXDmzR031VHXSW2wxWBhRtIGr6NvmAw1R1B5Jy0w-hMdrpWApwtiN2vDeZCYBR9dY7cn-A25YpDFxv9nGJzU3mWj58y78X0/s200/AAAAAA.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> My family and I used to joke that I was going to be "the dog lady" because I never wanted to get married. I would tell my grandmother that I didn't want kids. I was going to marry myself. You think I'm kidding? Ask them. When I met Eric a lot changed. The first thing I noticed was that I was lucky and happier then I've ever been. Not many people at age 18 could say they met someone that changed the outlook of their future. I did. It doesn't take much to know that you met the love of your life. Some people notice it with the boy next door, at age 10. Some people notice at age 45, with a man in their office. I happen to notice mine, after meeting him at school. It took far too long for me to date Eric, because I was an emotional mess. He didn't deserve that. And when he asked me to marry him, I wasn't going to leave him hanging again. Not only am I NOT an emotional mess, I realize just how happy I am.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For those of you who are worried, don't be. I have an amazing family and I have learned some of the best examples from you :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">-----My next post will be back to my normal crazy ranting shit, but this week I was feeling all "EMOTIONAL" bask in it, because it doesn't happen often.</span>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-64889608292650391022011-11-25T22:18:00.000-08:002011-11-26T09:29:52.113-08:00The post you have been waiting for<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I had to blog tonight because:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> 1)It turned out to be one of the best days of my life </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Eric and I found each other at really crazy points in our lives. It took a long time in the friend zone and some serious coaxing before we finally went on our first real date. It was to a Boys Like Girls concert. That's right, that's true dedication to a woman. We also went to one of my favorite places to eat on The Hill, that also shares some of my best family memories. He enjoyed it so much that we actually got to build new memories there with his family :) He talked about how much he drives around the city with his friends, and then somehow we mysteriously got lost at 1am. I gave him directions because I knew my way around, and we didn't argue at all. I remember thinking how perfect it was that we could get lost and not argue about finding our way home. I couldn't think of a single flaw about this guy!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now we flash forward two and a half years later, to the present day. I've found some flaws (i assume its because I've have plenty of time). He is obsessed with cowboy boots and never takes them off, it takes at least 15 minutes for him to get his wallet and shoes and make it to the car,and he actually enjoys some rap music. The amazing part is how much I love those things about him. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So when he proposed tonight very quietly and simply (because he know its that way i would want) I was pretty surprised. Obviously, we have been together 2 years and this conversation has been had more than once, but I truly don't think you can prepare yourself enough mentally. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So far, people have been amazing. I couldn't ask for a better support system. The final message I want to leave you with is this... Don't plan for a wedding, plan for a marriage. It has been easy for me to dream up a cake and a dress since I was 5, but it takes a special kind of person to dream a happy healthy marriage. As for all the details, time will tell! Thanks guys :)</span><br />
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</span>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-19000987759207913112011-11-12T20:31:00.000-08:002011-11-12T20:31:21.087-08:00Rap?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This post comes to you after drinking the worlds largest margarita so bear with me here. I've been thinking about something these past few days that I just cant seem to understand, my preset radio stations. Let me just give you an example of the things I listen to in my car. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3 country stations (because I rock)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a pop station (because I need to stay hip with what the young people are listening to)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Joy FM (the Christian station, because I just want to. don't judge me.)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">GENX Radio (which is the most bad ass thing to ever happen to the radio)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and this is the doosey... DJ CUTTY?CUTTIE? I have no clue how to spell it but its 104.1 which is rap music.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You may be thinking "why does this matter?" well I will tell you... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I CANNOT STAND RAP MUSIC.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ironically I try and trick myself into liking it by making it my last resort when all the other good stations are on commercial breaks, but I guess I cant trick my genius brain. I'm like "hmmmm country is on break. MAYBE 104.1 will have something I remotely recognize like ummm whats his name.... uhhh JAY Z?" but no. I could tell you what they do have, but then my page would have to be rated M for mature. So I will spare you the disturbing lyrics. All I will say is... no matter how drunk, tired, or confused you are... you will not trick your brain into thinking horrible music is good. The End.</span></div>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-61931664049421654612011-11-11T13:57:00.000-08:002011-11-11T13:57:41.310-08:00Those Jeans Like Me<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">In honor of Rebecca Black horribly annoying song "Friday" I decided to hit you guys with another annoying song today. Your welcome. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So today I was telling my sister for the first time about my scary man/cranky/rapist nurse from my post surgery blur and I realized... I forgot to tell my blog about him! (yes, I refer to my blog as a person. Don't judge me.) And the reason I wanted to tell you guys about him was because I was feeling a tad uncomfortable, and I just wanted to see if his behavior was normal. Okay, here it goes. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So my mother, father, Kathy, and grandpa came to my surgery that day. Yes, when you are apart of my family you travel with a posse. Even if you don't want to. I had the worlds nicest people helping me get checked in, get an IV, and even help me to the bathroom. What sweethearts. Also, I didn't have to worry about anything weird happening during surgery because this wonderful woman introduced herself to me as "the woman who will sit with you just to make you feel comfortable knowing there is another female in the room". That was nice. She literally had a chair to sit in to make sure none of the all-male staff did anything I could sue them for later. I'm sure by now your thinking, "wow they covered all their bases, how did some weirdo bother you?" Well calm down. I'm getting there.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What I want you to remember through this whole paragraph is that I was drugged, like heavily drugged. It took hours/days for these memories to replay themselves. But I will start from when I woke up from surgery. If you ask my mom and dad, I woke up at about 10:30am. However, the first time I saw on the clock was 10:45 so I have a missing 15 minutes where I have no idea what happened. The first thing I remember was my dad telling me my dog came to visit, and I believed him. That's an example of how crazy I was. So basically what happened next set the tone for my whole post-op recovery, my lovely grandpa told my man-nurse that he caught him picking his nose. Not only did he tell him he witnessed his disgusting search for gold, he told all the woman nurses around us. Yeah, I know. My grandpa has no filter. So basically I had no chance. This guy hated my guts and wanted my whole family to leave. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So within the minute I wake up, captain charming wants me to do leg exercises. ummm no? So instead of me doing them, he decided to pick my leg up and do them for me. Then, after this lovely experience I ask for drugs. I needed them. His response? "I already asked you if you wanted them and you said no" ummmmm... bring me the mother *&@(&#(@ drugs anyway. I don't think there's a time limit. So after he gave me a free bag of cheez its and a water the size of a sippy cup, he decided it was time for me to leave. Keep in mind by this point it was 10:52. I was awake for 7 minutes and it's time to leave. Good luck drugged girl, have fun in the real world. But this my friends, is not the end. This is actually the disturbing part. He proceeds to tell my mom, kathy, and family to go to the waiting room, and he closes the curtain and dresses me himself. No joke. I couldn't make this shit up if I tried. I got a lousy 7 minutes, a few cheez its, and a baby cup of water and he gets to see me naked. That's the worst date I have ever been on, and I have been on some doozies. So after seeing all my goods, he puts me in a wheelchair and wheels me out some side door. When we get to the parking lot he starts getting cranky... asking "wheres your family?!?" and of course... he never told them I was leaving. Anyway... he puts my wheelchair in lock (what a sweetheart) and starts to walk inside (without me) to go get my family. Thankfully my grandpa saw me sitting out all lonely and drugged in the parking lot, so he met us out there. The captain charming decided I could probably handle getting into the car alone. :) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So what I'm asking is, Is this normal? Cause I totally wrote about this on the entire back of the survey page. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> First we can talk about my surgery, because I want to warn you all of something CRAZY that doctors are doing. I'm sure your curious now.. like I have some crazy scandal to tell you. Which I don't. That's unless you are talking about my not-so-friendly-male-nurse/molester. Which we weren't. So I will move on. Anyway, the doctors are doing this nuts thing now. Get this, they are describing procedures as "simple" and "average". I presume they do this because they can't say painful or annoying. See how they use the play on words? Yes, I'm sure it was a "simple" and "average" procedure for you... It's your job. If it you told me this was the most complicated surgery you had ever preformed I would be concerned. Then I would probably run away. Then tell all my blog followers NOT to go to you. Your sneaky Doc, you only told me how it would be for YOU. What about me? The girl who hasn't left the house in 6 days? I don't know about you but laying in bed, begging your boyfriend to fill your ice pack for the 10000th time isn't "average" for me. Your a trickster Doc. A real trickster. Let me tell you something... I don't like that one bit. If I was able, I would totally come to your house and do an "average" ass kicking. I can't though...cause your a liar (and I can't kick). Seems your always one step ahead.</span>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-15300923178638014932011-10-06T19:36:00.000-07:002011-10-06T20:04:55.683-07:00And this is why people think I have ADHD<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So basically my life has flashed before my eyes the past week (not because I was 21 and drunk). Mostly because I was 21 though, cause everyone wanted to hangout with this cool kid. A lot has happened that I have failed to blog about, and sadly for all of you... I'm not gonna do it right now. Cause guess what followers? I don't have enough time to tell you EVERYTHING. So basically I keep a note in my phone of all the things I want to write about, so when crazy shit happens I can remember it. </span><br />
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<ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm getting knee surgery (yeah you read that right). I've never had surgery before. The lady who called today to "prep me" by asking 1000 questions about my family history actually scared me more (if that's possible)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The anesthesia for the surgery - Yes friends, it gets it own post. If you have ever watched a Lifetime movie you know why.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Friday night of my 21st- I cant really give you a brief description of this night... you will just have to wait in anticipation.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Melting Pot and Casino- mostly because I was surrounded by people who didn't believe I was 21, which will be something I will be dealing with (hopefully) till I am 40.</span></li>
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</ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Clearly you can understand why I can't blog about all of this right now, cause that's a lot! Good news, I will have plenty of time after my knee surgery to blog. If I don't die. I keep having these weird dreams about being allergic to anesthesia, which I am sure has happened to people in the past. I might Google it now that I'm thinking of it. I'm sure there are statistics I can get from somewhere. Annnnddd.... I'm on my way to Google. Like a psycho.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bill Nye: No he isn't! He has all the coolest stuff! He is the best out of all of them! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bill Nye: No</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Me: Yes!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bill Nye: NO!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Me: YES!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bill Nye: NUH-UH!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Me: YUH-HUH!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and that continued for about 1000 more Nuh-uh's and Yuh-huh's. I'm probably the most mature nanny you know. :)</span>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-62625403380026643772011-09-25T11:11:00.000-07:002011-09-25T11:11:21.402-07:00Taste of St. Louis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt23J68CXNqum_PiMVTcZ8WYxTDUyRLpIr7YF-wd15kqxOZkQ4CAZIeDkumwa_FXEt-Okbl0pgMAC7rsz9RYMNd1F9GXG8R7dLJLpthZ-t1_iieC4EBh-IpSHPVUSINDNBV7jj-5an5HQ/s1600/Tatse+of+st+louis.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt23J68CXNqum_PiMVTcZ8WYxTDUyRLpIr7YF-wd15kqxOZkQ4CAZIeDkumwa_FXEt-Okbl0pgMAC7rsz9RYMNd1F9GXG8R7dLJLpthZ-t1_iieC4EBh-IpSHPVUSINDNBV7jj-5an5HQ/s200/Tatse+of+st+louis.png" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Eric wanted to go to the Taste Of St. Louis yesterday, which I thought was an alright idea. Since I decided my knee won't slow me down anymore I wanted to go. Bad idea. Not only did my knee slow me down the 30,000+ people that kept knocking into me and stepping on my shoe almost killed me! Anyone who knows me is well aware that I don't like when people break my stride, basically DON'T stop right in front of me. So we made it about 20 minutes before I had a mild panic attack and freaked out. <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?q=taste+of+st+louis&hl=en&sa=X&biw=1238&bih=725&tbm=isch&prmd=imvnsu&tbnid=GD_lq9sD0E332M:&imgrefurl=http://www.tastestl.com/About-the-Taste&docid=KB2IIPqIfpglLM&w=654&h=428&ei=YGp_TsTmNYiosQKVsc0q&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=351&vpy=173&dur=1697&h">Link </a></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Basically my message to the general public is.. Don't let the promise of 40 different booths of food drag you into the depths of the city. It isn't worth it. All you end up with is a wasted half tank of gas, several mild panic attacks, and a VERY HUNGRY stomach. </span></div><div><br />
</div>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-24115206267521417062011-09-22T15:55:00.000-07:002011-09-22T20:23:26.062-07:00Ummm... How about shut your mouth?<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In honor of me being in the worlds WORST mood, I'm gonna rant about something that drives me SOOOOO crazy I almost can't stand it. -The dreaded question. The bomb that is dropped when you least expect it. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>"What are you gonna do for the rest of your life?"</b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thats easy!I want to be a professional student! I just LOVE going to school all the time! I love spending my whole life limping around campus in the rain and being annoyed by girls who haven't quite mastered the concept of texting while walking. I love it so much that I have decided to stay and do that forever... that's why I'm still in school! Yep! Its so fun! </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Fy2kJjlHU2vIOetYyVabPwxMLSql6BcPU0tChlHwNDDCueaSu1iIGk0pOzhZO7d4a33x6w4k1Z3KLvQ2CMvZFbFdK1yaNsx_Vaq7pHsBAlm5hdwMH8Aswhoqqf_TATieDgKEjcJItgc/s1600/smilie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Fy2kJjlHU2vIOetYyVabPwxMLSql6BcPU0tChlHwNDDCueaSu1iIGk0pOzhZO7d4a33x6w4k1Z3KLvQ2CMvZFbFdK1yaNsx_Vaq7pHsBAlm5hdwMH8Aswhoqqf_TATieDgKEjcJItgc/s1600/smilie.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-So basically I get asked this about 19343879837248 times a day. Yeah, that's pretty annoying. I assume people are trying to "be nice and show an interest in my life" but I would rather you not. </span></div><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>For shit's and giggles I will now write my plan of attack for the next time someone asks me this question.</b></span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Tool</b>: Yeah funny. Hey, what are your plans for your entire future?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Me</b>: Oh, I was thinking of becoming an exotic dancer. Well that or marry someone rich, anything that would make my mom proud. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Tool</b>: So no college? No plans on attending a university and majoring in political science and following Obama as he tours the country? No medical doctorate? You don't want to help people dying of cancer?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Me</b>: Ehhhhh not really. I don't want to have "plans" they aren't really my cup of tea. Plus Obama is like the worst. president. ever. so following him would be really pointless.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Me</b>: Well next time you want to talk about my future -HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH!?!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">End Rant.</span></div>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-39533583268835663782011-09-18T18:28:00.000-07:002011-09-18T18:36:29.106-07:00Inspiration comes when you least expect it<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lately blogging has been a little bit of a chore (as much as I love you all). Its just hard to fit it in when I have such a heavy load with school and work. I'm a bit OCD so I kinda want to be at 110% for everything I do. I have been writing less posts, but I try and make them better quality so you guys enjoy yourselves why you're here! I've been working on some new things for OUR blog in the future, I even landed a interview with my favorite author Heather Wardell which will be coming sometime soon :) But even then I have been kinda worn out and thinking "I remember how fun it used to be". Then something unexpected happened, I stayed late in one of my classes to speak with one of my favorite teachers. When I finished talking to her a girl from my class walked with me out to my car, she told me my blog helped push her to start her own blog! And she's really good! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">[<a href="http://idontneedacompass.blogspot.com/">http://idontneedacompass.blogspot.com/</a>]: </span></i>I'm sure she would be happy If you checked it out. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Just reading through hers inspired me to write one tonight! So here I am :) typing a blog about I-Don't-Even-Know-What-Yet. Cause guess what guys? I didn't plan this post. I usually give it some thought, but no. Not today. We are doing something new! So basically I am gonna tell you about my night... </span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">So this got me thinking, one Christmas all I ever-did-want was a Ginger Spice barbie! OH, she was just my favorite! She wasn't all skanky like Baby Spice whom everyone seemed to love, but she was edgy enough for my liking when I was in third grade. Yes, I was a very edgy third grader... ask my mom. Anyway I DID get the Ginger Spice Barbie and I just remember how it changed my life! I think I grew into a better person because of it. For real, I could be a bank robber or something but thankfully my mom got me my barbie so I am not out damaging society. </span></span><br />
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</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then as I continued to drive I couldn't help but wonder... What happened to Ginger Spice? The one who changed my life 10 years ago? So I did what any normal human would do, I Goggled her name. Seems she has been up to some very big things... like she was on ONE episode of Dancing with the Stars. If that wasn't enough she was also on ONE American Idol Episode.I don't understand how I missed all these big roles she has had lately. Maybe it's because of my busy work/school schedule. But I will make a vow to you Ginger Spice.... I will personally make a better effort to watch your guest appearances on shows about washed up stars. Only because your edgy attitude and badass Barbie changed my life. </span></div></div>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-81151540888352838862011-09-14T19:40:00.000-07:002011-09-14T19:40:18.101-07:00Top 5 Reasons I choose to have my dog instead of children<ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My dog likes to sleep as much as I do! Sometimes (on a good weekend) I like to sleep 12-13 hours, and I still have to drag her out of bed. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You can leave them at home alone when you go out, without worrying about knives or the oven.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They don't talk back (normally)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They take multiple VERY long naps during the day, without even being asked.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They always love to snuggle and will NEVER grow out of it into some horrible teenager that will resent everything you have ever done for them. </span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Parents,while your fighting the battles of puberty I will be at home feeding my dog treats and watching her happily fetch the same toy she has loved for years (without complaints). While your daughter is going out on dates with a man who looks to be in his late 30's riding a Harley, I will be watching my dog take her third nap of the day right under my feet. When your son is out with his rowdy friends trying to light things on fire, I will be sleeping in bed with a dog who doesn't need to be told 50000 times to "JUST GO TO SLEEP". Maybe in a few years I will grow the patience to have my own child. Until then I am just gonna enjoy my job, then come home to my quiet house with my cuddly dog. :) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*This in NO WAY speaks badly of children, I LOVE kids! In my own way I think Zoey is my child! Its just a funny tidbit I came up with off the top of my head so for all of you who could potentially spin this the wrong way... don't. </span>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-20725690073852198922011-09-13T20:45:00.000-07:002011-09-14T12:46:15.206-07:00That One Jerk Part 2<span style="background-color: #e69138;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I swe</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">ar my life gets crazier everyday, basically I think my teacher wants me to kill myself. We all know ([<a href="http://nappypants2.blogspot.com/2011/08/that-one-jerk.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><b><i>That one Jerk</i></b></span></a>]) that I told you about a few weeks ago (if not read that link). Well he got way WORSE! I have told all my facebook friends about it, but if you aren't my facebook friend then I will give you a few updates:</span></span></span><br />
<div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: #e69138;">September 6th-<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">A guy in my class actually called himself a celebrity for his knowledge of vinyl records... This is gonna be a long day</span></span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">September 8th-Mr. Celebrity answered his phone during class. I guess when your famous you can do things like that.</span></span></li>
</ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e69138; line-height: 14px;">Anyway this would be my status from today:</span></span></div></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e69138; line-height: 14px;">I'm sure my teacher hates me, she paired me with Mr. Celebrity for our midterm project.</span></span></li>
</ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e69138; line-height: 14px;">So basically she either thinks I am the only one in the whole wide world that won't tell him how OBNOXIOUS he is or she wants me to die. I haven't decided yet. I will contemplate both these choices as he repeatedly tells me how lucky I AM that he was put in my group. Yep, lucky me :) </span></span></div></div>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931703048328529563.post-60203847986305728252011-09-09T09:37:00.000-07:002011-09-09T09:37:17.791-07:00This may or may-not prove that I am adopted<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Im so excited! Eric and I are going out of town within the next hour! Well not like "vacation" out of town but the Don't Call-Don't text-No internet service kinda out of town, which is great for a girl like me who is glued to the internet in 95% of my free time. (a way to know your old is if your saying "kids are always on the internet these days") in that case you shouldn't be reading this.. PLUS I have 2 online classes so you can shut your mouth! Cause I am always doing online assignments when I'm online! yeah! well after I check facebook, my email, my blog, other peoples blogs, coupons, the weather, and the news. Then I'm all about homework, well unless someone talks to me on chat. I cant chat and do homework. But other then those few simple things I'm totally focused on homework. Anyway, I'm leaving till Sunday but I needed to leave you with a bit of humor that may or may-not prove that I am adopted. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">i want to wish kathy my wife good luck in her new <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">ass manager</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">job at mobile next week,go </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"> get them kathy</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><i>-By the way Kathy Good luck at your assistant manager position, this in no way makes fun of you or the way you manage asses. </i></span></span>Nappy-Pants2http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854083296104199953noreply@blogger.com2