Disneyfreak92
<font color=red>Married to a Pretty, Pretty Prince
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THANK YOU for clarifying that... I was envisioning bkies and bobs and...![]()

THANK YOU for clarifying that... I was envisioning bkies and bobs and...![]()
(Glinda) I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good
Okay...just to clarify a few things for everyone not totally aware of yesterday's late evenings posts. There has seemed to be a small bit of confusion from some Peeps on my sanity and or ties to the Hollywood Hills.
I have never, will never, play naked twister. There are so many fun, adventurous things I enjoy, like naked pogo and sky diving but the twister in the buff...that is so wrong on so many levels. First off...there's lagistics. How would someone place a foot on blue if I am already on yellow and my![]()
were facing down? A size 13 shoe could do some damage and until my other BFF Dr. 90210 works his majic, let's face it...who needs help stretching them?
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Then there is the cleanliness factor...Twister is a game of multiple people and I don't want anyones hiner in my vacinity before or after a colon blow.![]()
Okay...so now you can see, I am just a SA from Minnesota...trying to stay warm by making up my own line of humour.
Those who caught on to my carefully spun web of deceipt, please help the others through this transistional phase.
Thank You for your continued support.
(I was not kidding though about the surgical gloves to open a rented video containing Carmen Electra strip teasing....that is just looking for trouble and other communicable diseases like sorrythingwillfalloffya, wheredidyagettherash and the ever deadly doesn'tlooksogoodfromhere.![]()
I've just remembered a funny story about an exercise ball. My Mum, Sister and I went to Champneys health club for a 3 day stay and we did a ball class. Well my Mum had never had any experience using one before and there were giggles all round. We then had to lay on the floor and grip the ball with our feet and raise it in the air, well somehow Mum lost control of hers and it flew across the room hitting several people me included, it was so funny and needless to say she hasn't bought one in fear of all the breakages.Also whilst there we did a relaxation session, I just couldn't relax as I was scared of what noises my body would make, others didn't seem to care! Suddenly the lady in charge tapped my Mum on the shoulder to wake her as her snoring had got a bit loud.
Well she was told to relax but probably not that much!
The legs get me...buff arms and broad shoulders okay but gotta have fab legs-
and bless the folks at UnderArmor and Nike for their new line of breatheable compression fit,
In highschool I was listed as a 6' center for the girls varsity basketball team. I was actualy 5'11 1/2. Looks better on paper as 6'.![]()
After 3 kids I'm about 5'10. My arches just dropped from all that extra weight I guess. I was a shoe size 11 and now I'm a 12W.
TIME TO DO SOMETHING> suck it in
Evenin',
So I'm officially having a bad day - not food wise, doing good in that respect at least. And looking back, I've been having a lot of bad days since this semester started. Why am I so stressed? Why do my supervisors have to be so unpersonable (except for 1) and refuse to tell you if you are doing ok or night? I needed to get some things at Michael's and then my mom and I went to Sweet Tomatoes for lunch. I think she or I mentioned something about school and my eyes welled up. It was all I could do not to start to bawl right there in the stupid restaurant. Even now as I'm typing, they are welling up again. I know grad school is hard but I don't think it needs to be like this. I'm so close to finishing (Spring 08), but the stress is probably going to give me a heart attack before then. I feel like I don't know what I'm doing and I have no one to explain this to. Or if I do, they don't really "get it". The girls in the program with me get it but they don't seem as miserable and overwhelmed as I feel. I just need the world to take a pause for about 2 days, give me a chance to organize myself and my thoughts, and then jump back in. Like, I'm a list maker. I love to make lists. Which is good because it keeps me organized most of the time. Well, I have a little notebook that I have my school to do list in. It's about 3 pages long and once I cross one thing off, I need to add about 2 more. Nothing seems to be getting done even though I'm working all the time! And the worst part is that I can't stand my 2 of my supervisors. They are hardly supportive and more concerned with me getting things in and doing things their way then me actually learning how to be a better clinician. Ugh, I don't know. I just want to give up but I know that that isn't me and I know that I probably would regret it. But I can't be this unhappy all the time. I try to explain this to my mom and she just doesn't really get it. She thinks all I have to do is talk to someone at school and all my problems go away. Doesn't work that way. Ok, vent over.(go UM, go UM!
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you guys are cracking me up!!!bking
and bob and
oh gosh thanks for the laughs
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So dene - I am thinkin' sinc eMr Wonderful is waitin for hte spring to show off his guns, maybe then you could pose with him for a before and after Star Student photo and then post it here for us to ogle , I mean see![]()
sound like he might have the dark and handome if not so tall goinn for him, but if his personality is there tha'll take the cake...so many buff dudes are all about themselves and not so much about the feelings of others. That being said - I wouldnt mind checkin out that view from where you are tho![]()
The legs get me...buff arms and broad shoulders okay but gotta have fab legs-
and bless the folks at UnderArmor and Nike for their new line of breatheable compression fit,
Evenin',
So I'm officially having a bad day - not food wise, doing good in that respect at least. And looking back, I've been having a lot of bad days since this semester started. Why am I so stressed? Why do my supervisors have to be so unpersonable (except for 1) and refuse to tell you if you are doing ok or night? I needed to get some things at Michael's and then my mom and I went to Sweet Tomatoes for lunch. I think she or I mentioned something about school and my eyes welled up. It was all I could do not to start to bawl right there in the stupid restaurant. Even now as I'm typing, they are welling up again. I know grad school is hard but I don't think it needs to be like this. I'm so close to finishing (Spring 08), but the stress is probably going to give me a heart attack before then. I feel like I don't know what I'm doing and I have no one to explain this to. Or if I do, they don't really "get it". The girls in the program with me get it but they don't seem as miserable and overwhelmed as I feel. I just need the world to take a pause for about 2 days, give me a chance to organize myself and my thoughts, and then jump back in. Like, I'm a list maker. I love to make lists. Which is good because it keeps me organized most of the time. Well, I have a little notebook that I have my school to do list in. It's about 3 pages long and once I cross one thing off, I need to add about 2 more. Nothing seems to be getting done even though I'm working all the time! And the worst part is that I can't stand my 2 of my supervisors. They are hardly supportive and more concerned with me getting things in and doing things their way then me actually learning how to be a better clinician. Ugh, I don't know. I just want to give up but I know that that isn't me and I know that I probably would regret it. But I can't be this unhappy all the time. I try to explain this to my mom and she just doesn't really get it. She thinks all I have to do is talk to someone at school and all my problems go away. Doesn't work that way. Ok, vent over.(go UM, go UM!
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BEE~
GOOD LUCK AT WORK TOMORROW!