Irish

Irish is what I will call the man in my life. We have been together for just about two and 1/2 years now, and I'm hoping we'll tie the knot some time this summer. I call him Irish because he comes from a long long line of irish. His momma's generation was the first to marry out an non-irish man. I mean we are talking at least four-hundred years of strait irish blood. How can I not give him a name like that. And if I were to give him a name like shunkums or wholly bear, I think he just might kill me. So Irish and I are best friends, I mean we tell and do everything to and with eachother, it's nice to have him around. I figured it would be good to introduce him, I'm sure I'll mention him again and again....he is the love of my life after all!

Roommates

Tonight, I realized what is so great about roommates. For all of you that live alone, I am sorry you miss out on all of the joys and suprises and harsh feelings that may come from having roommates. Tonight my little heart fluttered as I watched a helpless egg (which had previously been decorated by it's owner so that no one would take it) was placed in the microwave. As the microwaved was turned on (4 min and 30 seconds), we anxiosly watched as the poor egg began to sweat, as if it knew what was going to happen. "I thought this was an urban legend" it probably said to itself. And as we anxiously waited, faces against the glass....BAAMMM!!! The egg exploded. Who knew that it would be soo exciting, even if it lasted only a couple of seconds, it was the highlight of a very non-exciting night.

Life-intolerent

So Seymore had an interesting outlook on life today. I was telling her that I thought I was lactose-intolerlent, because my stomach hurts something aweful whenever I eat cheese or creamy pastas, but that's besides the point. Anyway, Seymore, the wicked girl she is, then told me that she was life-intolerent. And I thought to myself, well, that's silly, she wouldn't have lasted this long if she was. I wonder if there are people out there that are life-intolerent...I bet there are. But as for Seymore, she brought this bad week on herself. After forgetting to take a certain BC pill for two days in a row, the crimson tide is rolling through again, for the second time this month. Poor Seymore, whatever will she do?

But life-intolerent? I suppose I've had weeks like that, where absolutly nothing goes right and you try to understand why you were ever born, or the days when you knew it would have been better if you just stayed in bed, cellphone off and computer quiet, pretending like you were a deaf mute, on her sickbed, so that no one would even want to enter the room... Seymore is having one of those weeks, poor girl; she never should have gotten out of bed, or she should have stayed hiding under the desk...It was a good place for her I think. I'm glad she did come out, even if she is life intolerent. What would I do without the linguistical stylings of Seymore?

Rookie

So, I've never had a blog before, and I'm not really sure how it's supposed to go...Truthfully, I'm kindof afraid that I'll never have anything to write on it. I don't even ever have very much to say to my parents..."Well, today I went to school, went to work, came home and now I'm talking to you." Jeez, is my life really that boring? And another thing. I suck at spelling! How am I supposed to write something, post it online for all to see, and expect it to look alright. I'm not perfect, although sometimes I come pretty close. (that was a joke). But we'll see.

I'm not sure if I have to explain the two green shoes thing, but I think it's pretty self explanatory, I have a deep unfounding love for shoes. And yes, I do have two green ones, but it means soo much more. I'll just let you existential types try to figure out what I mean. I'm sure you'll get it.

But this is to, we'll call her Seymore. She started me on the blog. It's because of her I come into work everyday, that and for the paycheck too (ok, mostly for the paycheck) but seymore makes work very very bearable, Ok she makes me laugh. All the time.. everyday...

Aloha