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About Me

Since that damn "about me" section won't let you write more than 1200 characters, and my life is ever so slightly longer than that, here is an about me for your shits and giggles, and, well, mine, too! Oh, and, by the way, no, that picture is not retouched. Those are my eyes.

Well, let's see...
I'm an oldest-only child. My mother left me (and my dad) when I was very young. My dad remarried, but didn't have any more kids, hence, the only. My mom, however, proceeded to marry twice more and have a son with one man and another daughter with the other. Hence, the oldest. (She then proceeded to marry twice more, but this is supposed to be about me.) Strangely, it was my mother's parents who took a huge role in my upbringing. My dad worked in the metro-Atlanta area when I was a kid, so he was gone from really early to really late with the commute. My grandparents are my heroes, my grandmother is my guardian angel, and may God rest my papa's soul. (Yeah, I miss him--a lot.) I proceeded to prove to my dad that I didn't need his boss' money. (The story here is that his boss' son was Salutatorian, and he told me he was sorry he didn't have the money to give me what that guy had so I could do that well. Needless to say, I didn't need it.) I graduated Valedictorian from my high school. It got me into Emory, and I got a half-tuition merit-based scholarship. I should have taken it. I was invited, yes, invited, to be in University of Georgia’s honor’s program, and they gave me some merit-based monies, too. So, I decided that instead of paying back, like, a million dollars to Emory, I’d get paid by UGA to go school. And that’s what I did. I was young and na├»ve then, and I thought I was going to medical school. I obviously didn’t, but I can honestly say that I’m happy about that. I think medical school is something you have to want with every inch of your being, and, well, I just didn’t. But I was smart. Before I started school, I got something in the mail from the engineering program at Georgia. (Yes, for the thousandth time, UGA has engineering. And, yes, they had it before GA Tech even existed. Yeah. So shut it.) I actually got an appointment with the department head, which completely floored me. He sat and talked with me, a nobody high school senior, for over an hour about the engineering program. I was more than impressed. Since the Biological Engineering program required every class in the pre-med curriculum except Organic Chemistry 2, I picked Biological Engineering with a Biochemical Emphasis as my major, thinking I could use it to go to med school. Like I said, I didn’t, but like I also said, I was smart. I chose a degree I could use in the case I didn’t go to med school. Smart move, kiddies, pay attention, always have a backup plan. And, now, I’m a Water and Wastewater Civil Engineer for a great company. You wouldn’t think that my major applies, but it does. Think water and wastewater treatment, you’ve got some biological shit in there, and literally sometimes. I moved to Kennesaw from the Athens-area for this job. (Yes, I actually grew up there, and, yes, it makes it so much less intriguing.) I miss my family, who all live up there, sometimes. OK, I miss them a lot of times. Especially grandma. But, I’ve met a great guy here. I am still trying to meet people. It’s so much harder to do that when you’re not in school! But, I really like it. It’s not the country, which I am, but it will do. And that’s pretty much my entire life in a nutshell.

What the HELL is That?!

There is a terribly ugly plant at my new house (rented, don't get excited). That's it up there (watching us!). I swear it looks like an alien pod people eater thingy. What the hell is this thing? It grows on a narrow stalk and has a bajillion of those testicle-shaped flowers on it (and, yes, petals actually form those puff-balls-of-Satan). I want to eradicate it, but I don't know if the landlord planted it or some freak from another planet planted it while it lived there. Maybe I should go check my basement for slime-covered, pulsating masses... Anywho, if you know what this alien demon thing is, and I should be afraid, let me know.

My Son, Pepe Patron

My son recently turned one year old. It was quite a milestone in his little life. He got birthday cake and ice cream. (I have pictures, but the digital was nowhere to be found that day, so we had to do it the old fashioned way, and I've yet to get my sorry ass to the store to develop them. I'll scan them once I do.) He loved the ice cream--almost as much as he loves his stuffed reindeer that he humps every single freakin' day of his life. Yes, Mr. Patron, if you haven't figured out yet, is a 4.5 lb humping machine of a Chihuahua. I thought I'd share a couple pictures of my baby with you because he is just so damn cute I want to eat him. Well, not really, I mean, I probably get enough Chihuahua in my diet at the Chinese Buffet...

Here is one of Mr. Patron (yes, Patron like the best tequila in the world!) being all gansta and ghetto in da hood:

And here is one of him playing in the snow in his adorable little faux shearling coat (it's obvious you're from the south when 1" of snow slush is worth all this excitement!):

Look What I Can Do!

Here are some pictures I took that I'm particularly proud and fond of:

A flower from a bouquet Travis bought me...for no reason...yeah...

The T-Rex at Fernbank

Panorama of Sanford Stadium from my seat at the Kentucky game 2007 (Sorry about being crazy there, but I'd be real butt hurt if someone else passed this off as their own)


Let me start by saying that I loathe bicyclists. It would be fine if they would stay on the edge of the road and ride single-file. But they can't. They have to be assholes who ride in the middle of the road and four wide where you can't pass.

So imagine how pissed I am when I see this article about bicycles taking over downtown Atlanta (as well as several other metro cities in the US) every month on the last Friday of the month. They just block traffic and ride through downtown Atlanta on a Friday evening--one of the worst possible traffic moments in Atlanta. I swear to Egyptian cotton I would run over one of those bastards with my SUV if they tried to block traffic and run red lights while I had to sit through a green light in downtown.

They claim this creates awareness and helps to foster a share-the-road attitude. It just pisses me the hell off. The audacity. The inconsideration. I'm sorry...wait, no, I'm's a fact that slower traffic should yield to faster traffic, which is why there is a left lane on the interstate, but don't get me started on that can of worms. I'm steaming enough as it is. When a car comes up behind a bicycle, it is only right to MOVE OUT OF THE DAMN WAY. If you don't, cars are going to hate your hippy, tree-hugging ass even more, and they will try even harder to run you down next time.

I applaud you for trying to do something to decrease your carbon footprint. That effort, however, does not require a holier-than-thou attitude. You do not own the road either!

Applebee's = Diamond Rings

What is it about Applebee's that makes you want a big diamond ring?

Travis and I are celebrating (although, not very exuberantly--but we are going to the Melting Pot on Saturday for dinner!) our one year anniversary today. Our first date was at Applebee's on May 29, 2007. I had only been out here a little over a week when we met, and boy did I latch on. The poor kid can't get away. It's been a really great year. We have had our disagreements, our arguments, our whatevers, but it has been really nice to have someone. But there is this twinge that keeps at me: I want that ring.

Now, that's not to say I want to get married today. I really, honestly, just don't. But, would it hurt to just have that squashed coal stone on my finger? Would it? I don't think so. Too bad Travis is like light-years from finishing school. No degree = No ring.

Alas, a girl can dream!

No Ringie Dingie?

I must be a really bad friend or something.

I try really hard to make people feel welcome and loved, and I end up feeling shunned and friendless. I guess it just seems that way to me. I guess it just seems like I go out of my way for people. I guess it just seems like I spend money on my friends and family when I don't have money for myself. I guess, in reality, I'm a really terrible person who is mean to people and only thinks of myself. That surely must be the case since everyone acts the way they do.

I've made it a point to send a birthday card to every single one of my close family and friends this year (when it was his or her birthday). Not a single one was called to say thank you--or even that they got the card! I got one thank you in an email. I feel like that is good enough appreciation, don't get me wrong, but can't someone call once-in-a-while?

Why is it that I always call people, and they never call me back? Am I that girl? Am I one of those people no one really wants to talk to? I don't feel like that person. I try to be a good friend. I care a lot for people, and I honestly want to know how they are doing. You know, "How's yer Momma an'nem?" (For you less than southern folks, that's, "How is your Mother and them", i.e., "How are you and your family?")

I call my friends as regularly as I can. Usually, it is no answer. Sometimes I get a call back, but mostly I don't. I know people are busy. I am busy. But, am I so bad that I don't deserve a call back? Don't I deserve that ounce of respect and courtesy and caring?

Listen! One ringie dingie. Is that your phone? Two ringie dingie. Maybe that's me calling. Three ringie dingie. And maybe you should answer it. Four ringie dingie. Or at least call me back. Asshole.

Since I'm Here

So, now that Jen has lured me into coming around the blog, I guess I'll stay a while and do some jaw flappin'.

Let's just have us a little update.

Let's begin with the living situation. I went on and on about hating my apartment and hating the location. Amazingly, I've found a house for $65/month less than my apartment. Not to mention that, but it also has a garage, which would cost $125/month at my apartment. Add that up, and we're talking a would-be savings of $190/month. That's nearly $2300/year. And did I mention it is a house?! It has two really big bedrooms, a large dining room, and a large living room with built-in curio cabinet and a real fireplace (as in not that gas crap). The kitchen has new appliances and very nice new cabinets. The garage is a drive-under into the basement. Yeah, it even has a basement. I'm moving next weekend. I'm really excited. No more assholes living below me who complain that their ceiling creaks when I walk. Uh, hello, you live on the second floor. Someone lives above you. Deal with it. No more assholes parking on top of me in the parking lot because they are assholes and won't park correctly. (Seriously, they won't, no one just can't park that badly, and even if that were the case, they could pull back and straighten up. Really.) So, needless to say, I'm psyched. Come help me move???

Now, I guess I'll talk about everything else. I have to have my wisdom teeth taken out in the next six months. It is scheduled for September 5th now, but I may have to move it up if the discomfort gets worse. They are impacted, and they are pushing on my back teeth and moving things forward. I wanted to wait as long as I could, but I may not be able to. Luckily, my out-of-pocket expense will only be a little over $500. I was expecting two grand, so I'm kind of happy about that. I've recently found out I have hypothyroidism. They gave me some drugs, and I go back on Tuesday to see how things are going. I've felt amazingly better lately, but I've had a few things come up (medically) that I'm afraid may be associated with the medicine, and I've been worried about that. In better news, my boyfriend and I are coming up on our one year anniversary. That's strange. It seems like we've been together a lot longer. I wish I could say I think he'll pop the question soon, but he still has a freakin' 100 years left of school; so, at this rate, I don't think we'll ever get married. But I still like him, I guess.

I guess that's a good enough update for the past month and a half. Maybe I won't wait so long next time, but let's be realistic. I probably will. See you next month...

Because I'm Obligated...

I guess Jen thought I needed some encouragement to write since I never do, so she sent me this thing I have to fill out (see below).

Two names you go by:
1. Lindsey
2. Lulu

Two things you are wearing right now:
1. Rainbow's
2. Work logo polo

Two of your favorite things to do:
1. Play Wii!
2. Scuba dive

Two things you want very badly at the moment
1. Job security
2. A diamond ring on that all important finger

Two favorite pets you have had/have
1. Eliot--the golden retriever--my ex kidnapped him when we broke up
2. Pepe Patron--my 4.5lb chi--he's the man!

Two people who will send this back completed:
1. Well, since I'm not sending this, I'm just posting it, this doesn't apply so much
2. Santa?

Two things you did last night:
1. Played Wii!
2. Went by to see some stuff at the house I'm moving into next week

Two things you ate today:
1. Vitamin
2. Cheese Crois'sanwich

Two people you last talked to:
1. Grandma
2. Travis

Two things you plan on doing tomorrow:
1. Sleeping in
2. Getting some stuff for the new place

Two longest trips taken in the last five years:
1. Tampa, FL
2. Orlando, FL (both bowl games, actually)

Two favorite holidays:
1. Christmas
2. Independence Day (oooh, ahhh, fireworks)

Two favorite beverages:
1. Milk
2. OJ