I Quit, all of it.

Saying "goodbye" is something I usually have no problem doing. The first time I moved to London I never shed a tear as my family and friends clung onto me when I walked through the security area at DFW. I was eager and excited about my adventure. When I was younger I would triumphantly ride my tricycle off the back porch, a 3 foot drop, without a hitch. Through the years with all the goodbyes said here and there I have grown more tired of saying those words. When my sister moved to Oregon I especially became worrisome of saying "bye". Except for now. I'm moving to Corpus to live with my lovely parents and go back to school. Saying goodbye to Dallas should be relatively easy. But then there's this dry spot in the back of my throat when I think about leaving. It's, as far as I feel, for good. There's nothing remaining in Dallas that could keep me here. Friends, yes. Family, some. Possibilities for a great life, none. I suppose it's one big chapter closing and another even bigger one opening. I'm ready for another adventure. I want to travel again. I want to wake up each morning expecting great things to happen. It's time my Ground Hog Day ends.

To top things off, I even quit myspace. Something I have been dragging my toes to do for months. It's a big waste of time. Plus I'm sick of all the freaks.

And now I am quitting the coffee shop, this asshole behind me keeps stomping his feet to what I imagine is the beat of his iPod. It's like talking in the library, so rude and annoying.


Flying solo
For the first time in my twenty-four year lifetime I will be living on my own, on my very own. I am thrilled, excited and a little nervous (the result of financial restrictions). I can't wait to decorate exactly as I want to and to have my own bathroom for the first time ever. It's the small things in life that make the biggest difference. I really feel like living solo is going to be greatly beneficial. My days are spent surrounded by, and casually interacting with, random people. Whether I want to talk to them and be nice to them and clean their dirty tables or not, I have to, and hopefully at the end of our conversion they will have liked me and left money. The idea of going home to a place that is emaculate, appearing precisely as it was left and entirely empty *aside from David Bowie* I believe will refresh me. Plus there's a pool, workout room and it's super close to downtown/uptown areas and it's really really really nice.



1 pinch of rosemary
2 teaspoons of black tea
3 pinches thyme

3 pinches nutmeg
3 fresh mint leaves
6 fresh rose petals
6 lemon leaves
3 cups pure spring water


To make another person fall in love with you, brew this tea on a Friday during a waxing moon (moving from empty to full). Place all ingredients in an earthenware or copper tea kettle. Boil three cups of pure spring water and add to the kettle. Sweeten with sugar and honey, if desired.

Before drinking, recite this rhyme...
[lover's name] DESIRE ME.

Drink some of the tea and say...
LET [lover's name] DESIRE ME!

On the following Friday, brew another pot of the love potion tea and give some to the person you want to love you. He or she will soon begin to fall in love with you.



The poison-arrow frog has enough poison to kill about 2,200 people.

Swans are the only birds with penises.

111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321

In the past few decades 90% of the big fish in the oceans have been eaten, or otherwise disposed of.

Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older.

Clans of long ago that wanted to get rid of their unwanted people without killing them used to burn their houses down - hence the expression "to get fired."

The tongue of the anteater is over 2 feet long, kissy kissy.

Dragonflies are one of the fastest insects, flying 50 to 60 mph.

Iraqi terrorist, Khay Rahnajet, didn't pay enough postage on a letter bomb. It came back with "return to sender" stamped on it. Forgetting it was the bomb, he opened it and was blown to bits.

Camel milk does not curdle.

An ostrich's eye is bigger than it's brain.

In Maine, it's illegal for a police officer to tell you to have a nice day after giving you a traffic ticket.

The penalty for killing a cat, 4,000 years ago in Egypt, was death.

Notorious bootlegger Al Capone made $60,000,000 during prohibition. . . that's sixty million dollars . . . per year (untaxed!) while the average industrial worker earned less than $1,000 per year.

Elephants can't jump. Every other mammal can.

A psychology student in New York rented out her spare room to a carpenter in order to nag him constantly and study his reactions. After weeks of needling, he snapped and beat her repeatedly with an axe leaving her mentally retarded.

If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle; if the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle; if the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.

Lynyrd Skynyrd was the name of the gym teacher of the boys who went on to form that band.


to eBay or not to...

Recently I have been favored by the go"b"s of sale shopping. Finding Irregular Choice shoes for $20 and Diesel jeans for $15 does not happen everyday. It is a rare occurrence of exact time and location executed precisely when the moon is in orbit (so that's not 100% proven but you get the point). Within the past 2 weeks I have become the proud fashionable owner of 9 pairs of shoes and countless other articles of clothing all for under a few hundred. As I sat in the Lakewood Starbucks parking lot with Dave Bow, Missie brought up the point that I should start an eBay account and make money off all these great deals. Good point. And actually I would make alot of money. A lot. But the thought of being an eBay'er has no real appeal to me. Maybe it is because I don't want to put time into another source of income, or because all of my family up North are Huge eBay'ers and it just seems like too much of a gamble. But I think with this, I've struck gold. Not only will I still be able to shop but now I can shop with the intention of making money. I think I just might give in and go for it...


Its a great day for a new apartment

For the past year I have occupied a 1400 sq Ft 3-bed, 1-bath house that was built in 1920. This centrally located property has been extremely affordable and convenient for my debt-pay-off plan I have been working towards. However, with this cheap rent there has accumulated a heavy price to pay. For instance, I share the house with 2 other girls and there is only one bathroom. The bathroom sink does not drain and the walls are painted an awful red which looks wonderful compared to the smoke stained walls everywhere else in the house. Previous tenets were laxed with smoking in the house and so for seven years all those tobacco redone fumes now lay piled on the walls leaving them a nasty black color, as though there was once a fire present. I took the liberty of painting my bedroom walls as soon as I could and recently, months before I am due to move out, have painted the living room, breakfast nook and kitchen. Other annoyances with the house are as follows: no central a/c or heat, only 3 windows in the entire house open, one parking space for 3 cars, hardwood floors throughout, broken oven and landlords that fix nothing. And though I only pay a menial $215 for rent, it is now no longer worth it. I have, through this living experience, had the pleasure of finding a roommate with whom I can live happily. It has been an upward battle with previous roomies that included headaches, heartaches and backaches. Today, on a sunny beautiful day in Dallas, my good roomie and I went to sign the lease for our brand-new apartment. It will take some getting used to and alot of preparation put into moving in. The new place is half as big as our house and cannot accommodate clutter. So we have resolved to throw out all the old stuff and take a trip to IKEA, Target and other furniture stores to create a home for us to be happy in. I'm really looking forward to this move and my new place.


Working out never cost me so much

Following my previous blog Re: Weight Issues, I have recently begun working out again. With weather as perfect as it has been lately there seems to be no reason why I shouldn't be taking daily jogs. Like the other morning when Holli & I walked to Starbucks and Whole Foods. It was a beautiful day, just right for enjoying the great outdoors. Only problem was, we shopped more than we walked. In the end I bought 7 pairs of shoes and a poster. My work-out cost me $150.00. And now, as I lace up my running shoes again, I am doing one thing different: not taking a credit card but a bottle of water instead.

Live and (l)earn.