May 01, 2007
My Brother is Awesome
I've been loven the ipod mix he made for me for weeks now
Best running mix Ever
in the whole workd ever
You can't help but dance in the kitchen
You can't help but smear Elmers glue all over yourself and roll in money
You can't help but admire the mix skills
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January 27, 2007
tisbroken
166.5
180
170.5
177
169.5
I put my feet on the scale five times for five different weights. I think the only thing that we can be sure of is the the scale does not work.
Also, I am not going anywhere. I need to sit still and stop tying to fix problems with moving.
Polls
wine school -- 75%
phychology --12%
fine dining -- 15%
management -- 8%
social do-gooder-ie --87%
health care --7%
Whenever I think about what to do with my future...I just get sleepy. I missed the point of just being happy instead of just being happy. STATUS hunts me down and beats me with a pole.
I stopped eatting wheat and most meats. I am also trying to get into a set of herb classes.
ALSO since turning 25 I have gotten much hotter. Sometimes I just want to makeout with myself.
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November 03, 2006
work//wok..r u ready?
Stubble ‘pants’ McMubbles took over three hundred pictures and of those 300 about 1/3 have me with my hands on my hips. Was I unhappy or disgruntled? No, but I look shiny. The rest of the pictures were blurry landscapes of cow butts, temples, ex-pats, rooms and JB looking like he did not want to have his picture taken.
We discovered a new weight-loss menu that includes soup, spring rolls, and bread. This diet will become famous and all the kiddies around the world will enjoy its dietary wonders. Every time that we ate of the soup,…the soup…was different…but it had the same name. This new diet will be great for travelers and smarty pants that want to say ummm and hmmm.
The best part of the trip:
Boddie pretend to be a rich Norwegian art historian
OR
Boddie repeatedly saying ‘inside voice’.
Toss-up.
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August 14, 2006
ESCONDIDO! ESCONDIDO!
Tami is so happy here. It is so nice to see her with her older friends. She and Ken are so cute together and they share so many little traits that I feel like a whole new Tami came into my life. It is strange that this new Tami is taller then me and is male.Everyone here at the Avacado house is hospitable and a good time. I wish I could show you how beautiful the view is and run with you in the orange and avacado groves.
Yesterday, was spent looking for a car and a job. I think that I will have one by the end of today but nothing fun. I also got things together for working volunteer. Tami and I also took a short ride around our new hometown of ESCONDIDO which is off the blue line. Some people from Bethie's church stopped by last night for food and running around outside. One of the families that came had such great interaction with eachother. The father and mother seemed to comfortable and the kids were so happy. They shared inside jokes and wonderful stories. People that are so happy and comfortable with eachother make me wonderfully zealous to be more loving with my others.
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June 30, 2006
I 've six but bites on my left arm (and I still love the south)
I've Lost my cell phone.
United Airlines is the worst airline carrier. Before they lost my bags multiple employees were incredibly rude to me and the other customers. Maybe the workers are under paid and over worked but that was just plain nasty service. I call united today to talk about their really poor service and I was told that I really needed to give them another chance.
I told them they could take their flight discount and really shove it. Really.
The south is my home, so hot. All the men look relaxed in their golf shirts and golden tans.
Julia and I went out last night. We are great together. We came home to drink Margaritas in the backyard while we had the talk we can't seem to do right on the phone. It was so comfortable to be with someone that has known me for so long and still does not judge me.Their is not a single aspect of my life that I would tell her about and fear judgement. She and I may not like the things the other does but we hold a genuine affection that is constant. I want to have the same non judgemental love that she gives. We all know our faults better then anyone else we don't need them thrown in our face by our loved ones. We need our loved ones to laugh or cry and then tell us about the stupid things they have done. We need reciprocation, understanding, and not judgement. I fear that I am often judgemental.
Jackson woke me up today before going to preschool to show me the monster under my bed. It was really a brown bear not a monster. I was informed that I need not be afraid because he had his flash light.He and I looked under the bed and all i saw was black high heels and a brown book in titled Business Essentials.It might just have been because I was sleepy but I did not see the bear.
Linnea tells me I was singing at the diner on TV. This is my chance to make it big!
Must dash the great outdoors and I have a date. SO Hot.
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June 03, 2006
interior morning
Yesterday, I started my day with the sultry sounds of the Watertown public works department taking away our trash. I pondered as I walked out of the house what would have happened if I had come down the stairs with a trash bag. I think that the garbage dudes and I would have had a conversation about the average number of trash bags the standard American household leaves on the curb. I do believe that they would then tease me and refuse to take our last garbage bag on the grounds of over consumption. I considered on the way to Cambridge how I could have thrown my trash into the dump truck; laughing as I ran toward the bus stop knowing that I had defeated the city. After emerging from the subway I was greeted by a mechanical sidewalk sweeper proclaiming ‘please use Cau-SHUN Sweeping in PRO-gress’ in a clear robotic British accent.
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February 17, 2006
Katzmen the answer is yes
The neat bathroom
When you open any hide away or stoarage place it is the picture of neat. I will go to the bathroom and be awed by the extra supplies waiting for children or houseguests.
I leave for mass in 20mins
Because I don't have to meet new people or talk about why I am here. The Church just lets me sit and worship. If I need to talk I can start a conversation but they have no fear of membership. I think it could also be that I know the litergy well enough to appear a lasped Catholic and as a rule you don't force people testing their wings.
The Tornado alarm at noon
Everyday at noon screaming warning "the day is almost over". It is comforting to be in a town where at least once a day everyone is aware of the time. In the summer it is comforting to know that you can ear that warning over the dead silence what can at times seem mythical. First it is rain and now your house is three miles away. People can live their whole lives in a place like this and never see one. People can lose multiple homes to some mythical beast that we fortell everyday at noon.
Father knows best
As we sat in the car having the oil changed Dad tells me what is really wrong with the car. We sit in a 1991 Buick that we call baby blue dino. Dino is going to die but she has already managed to travel as far as the moon and back. Sure the moon would have to be at its closest orbit but that is still further then I like to go on car trips. The greese monkey tries to up sell my father. I don't think you could up sell my father because he is always looking out for the family. I am easy to fool or quick to trust. I believe that I have this quality because my Dad is very aware of being the 'man of the house'. Yesterday we women talked about how dad worries so we don't have to worry. It is nice to know that my father is the perfect mix of 'my daughters can do anything' and 'I'm a Davis male it is my duty to protect'. It is a joke among my Father and Uncle as to what a Davis male is but I think they have a clear idea of what they expect of the comming Davis males. My grandfather was a southern gentleman and he trained his sons.
This is a completly different place.
and I wish I could tell you about it so that it would be full to you. Missouri is the show me state.
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February 13, 2006
Outside the front door a flower blooms.
Missouri is not a warm in the winter state. I am apparently a make the winter mild good luck charm. I leave Boston and it becomes nice and snowy. Today the tempature got up to sixity and after being a very bad girl (I ran a mile (which was stupid but worth it)) I lay in a huge feild. I watched the ducks flying above my head as the sky changed from a viberant blue to the pastels of dusk. I loved every second of smelling the dead brown grass. I still can't figure out if ducks can really fly or if it is all just allusion. If you watch them fly it does not seem to be working out well; their wings move akin to empty gloves afixed to their large bodies.
I love that here in the suburbs of Missouri you can spend a good portion of the day looking for views that don't show any humanity. Hills are good for this.
I fixen up my little sisters bike on Valentines day as a little treat to myself. Oh baby, me love you long time.
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