Thursday, March 25, 2010
The meaning of life?
Today I saw a friend that is recovering from pink eye. Bless his heart he has been miserable and on top of it all in isolation to keep from spreading it around. After is saw him and gave him my best 'get well' salutation he said something that made me think. He said that the worst part about it was being quarintined. He hated not being surrounded by people, but maybe this was God's way of telling him to slow down and "be still and know that I am the Lord." to which my response was "or maybe you just have pink eye." do we really "philosophize" everything in that way? Is the rationalization of eveything bad that happens in our life neccisary? I began thinking back to other situations in life where this is the underlying message. For example, if you break up with your significant other someone will tell you that you "learned something" from this relationship. Im not sure about you guys, but I don't know if I beleive that. Heartbreak straight up sucks ass. And I can pretty much tell you that the music knowledge that I acquired from this particular "love of my life" was not worth feeling like my most vital organ was being ripped from my chest. Not quite sure what the message was there. I am definately a Christian woman and I beleive in God and His will to be done, but I also beleive that we are human and this this life and this earth is flawed. Please tell me what the message was during hurricane Katrina? All of those lost and devastated lives, to never return to what they knew before. The earthquakes in Haiti? Completely flooring and shaking the very core of one of the poorest nations in the world. Why do these things happen? Because WE make mistakes, because our planet has natural disasters. God is the perfect Being. He knows the way and the truth, but it is our feet that WE must train to walk along the right path towards Him and learn to accept that sometimes there are setbacks and bumps that turn up and it is our responsibility to conquer them. I suppose everyone bears their hardships differently, some folks rationalize. Some find life lessons. Personally, I think sometimes life just sucks, but you can bet your bottom dollar that the Big Guy is on your side watching your back and you'll get through it together.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Eat more chicken
I once convinced my entire sorority that Chik-Fil-A ice cream was fat free. I wasn't trying to pull a 'mean girls' moment, i promise. I simply wanted to go get a sweet treat and one of my friends refused to go because it was so fattening. I simply told her with a big goofy smirk on my face, assuming that she would catch the sarcasm, that this ice cream was guilt free and fat free. Well- that girl could talk. The Chik-Fil-A should have given me free ice cream for life because I am pretty sure that our chapter bought it by the gallon after that. I finally told the poor girl that I was kidding and she spread the news around. But I tell ya, for a while there ADPI was officially chik-fil-a ice cream's biggest fan.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Dr. Q
I recently had a friend say that as a 27 year old man he would pick, out of any celebrity out there, to go out with Jane Seymour.
Bro, did you just say you wanted to take out Dr. Quinn? She was cool back when Blossom was cool and straw hats with sunflowers hot glued to them. She is like 7 years older than my mom. I mean its cool, I am sure that she would totally appreciate the automatic cougar status and the opportunity to attend your fraternity's annual beer pong tourney, but I am pretty sure monday-friday she will be tending to her organic garden and attending her children's college graduation.
Don't get me wrong... two snaps up for not picking Hannah Montana or Hillary Duff, although I think they are both approaching legality. Plus, I would give up chocolate for life if it meant looking like Dr. Quinn at her current age. But hons, no one really thinks Aston and Demi are that cute especially now that her daughter in turning into one smokin hot babe that he should be courting.
With that being said, I have to make a confession- Richard Gere is beautiful. Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow. Go head', time to bust my balls...
once again... just keeping it real,
Cbass
Bro, did you just say you wanted to take out Dr. Quinn? She was cool back when Blossom was cool and straw hats with sunflowers hot glued to them. She is like 7 years older than my mom. I mean its cool, I am sure that she would totally appreciate the automatic cougar status and the opportunity to attend your fraternity's annual beer pong tourney, but I am pretty sure monday-friday she will be tending to her organic garden and attending her children's college graduation.
Don't get me wrong... two snaps up for not picking Hannah Montana or Hillary Duff, although I think they are both approaching legality. Plus, I would give up chocolate for life if it meant looking like Dr. Quinn at her current age. But hons, no one really thinks Aston and Demi are that cute especially now that her daughter in turning into one smokin hot babe that he should be courting.
With that being said, I have to make a confession- Richard Gere is beautiful. Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow. Go head', time to bust my balls...
once again... just keeping it real,
Cbass
Friday, March 12, 2010
The friendship code
I am not saying that I am popular or that a lot of people like me, but the friends that I have and I trust are great friends. We don't have a contract that we sign and we don't talk about these things explicitly, but this is why I let loose around these girls.
We tell eachother what's up. If I have something in my teeth- tell me. If my skirt is too tight- tell me. If my ass is getting fat and I need to hit up the gym- tell me.
DO NOT under any circumstances tell me "as a friend" that you can do something for me to make me "like" you or "trust" you. If you cannot do something for me or not sure that you can, then be HONEST. It is not that difficult and I will respect you for it.
RESPECT. That is what this is all about. The women that I call my friends, I look up to them, they make me better people. They watch my back, they take care of me. They do what they can for me, even if it means going above and beyond. Sometimes, just sometimes, you can't do those things. Tell me why- explain it to me. Don't just not follow through with whatever the promise is and not tell me. If your boss is pressuring you, or your mom is sick, or you are sick, or your dog is sick or your hamster died. I get it. I am a very sypathetic person- perhaps more than I should be sometimes. But- I get it. Don't feed me rotton bologna. Just tell me the TRUTH. There is that word again... Some people may call me brutally honest... go ahead, if I can dish it I have got to be able to take it. Hell, most of the time it stings coming back to me. But- when it comes from my girls its ok. Because I know that they have my best interest at heart.
just keepin it real,
Cbass.
We tell eachother what's up. If I have something in my teeth- tell me. If my skirt is too tight- tell me. If my ass is getting fat and I need to hit up the gym- tell me.
DO NOT under any circumstances tell me "as a friend" that you can do something for me to make me "like" you or "trust" you. If you cannot do something for me or not sure that you can, then be HONEST. It is not that difficult and I will respect you for it.
RESPECT. That is what this is all about. The women that I call my friends, I look up to them, they make me better people. They watch my back, they take care of me. They do what they can for me, even if it means going above and beyond. Sometimes, just sometimes, you can't do those things. Tell me why- explain it to me. Don't just not follow through with whatever the promise is and not tell me. If your boss is pressuring you, or your mom is sick, or you are sick, or your dog is sick or your hamster died. I get it. I am a very sypathetic person- perhaps more than I should be sometimes. But- I get it. Don't feed me rotton bologna. Just tell me the TRUTH. There is that word again... Some people may call me brutally honest... go ahead, if I can dish it I have got to be able to take it. Hell, most of the time it stings coming back to me. But- when it comes from my girls its ok. Because I know that they have my best interest at heart.
just keepin it real,
Cbass.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Maybe I sort of get it... What a wise man!
In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
Abraham Lincoln
The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.
Abraham Lincoln
Whatever you are, be a good one.
Abraham Lincoln
When I am getting ready to reason with a man, I spend one-third of my time thinking about myself and what I am going to say and two-thirds about him and what he is going to say.
Abraham Lincoln
When I do good, I feel good. When I do bad, I feel bad. That's my religion.
Abraham Lincoln
When I hear a man preach, I like to see him act as if he were fighting bees.
Abraham Lincoln
When you have got an elephant by the hind legs and he is trying to run away, it's best to let him run.
Abraham Lincoln
Whenever I hear anyone arguing for slavery, I feel a strong impulse to see it tried on him personally.
Abraham Lincoln
With Malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds.
Abraham Lincoln
With public sentiment, nothing can fail. Without it, nothing can succeed.
Abraham Lincoln
With the fearful strain that is on me night and day, if I did not laugh I should die.
Abraham Lincoln
You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.
Abraham Lincoln
You cannot build character and courage by taking away a man's initiative and independence.
Abraham Lincoln
You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today.
Abraham Lincoln
You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they could and should do for themselves.
Abraham Lincoln
You have to do your own growing no matter how tall your grandfather was.
Abraham Lincoln
If you look for the bad in people expecting to find it, you surely will.
Abraham Lincoln
Bix
"I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the
Adjutant General of Massachusetts, that you are the mother of five sons
who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless
must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the
grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you
the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to
save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your
bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and
lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours, to have laid so costly a sacrifice
upon the altar of Freedom."
Abraham Lincoln
Source: November 21, 1864 - Letter to Mrs. Lydia Bixby
Abraham Lincoln
The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.
Abraham Lincoln
Whatever you are, be a good one.
Abraham Lincoln
When I am getting ready to reason with a man, I spend one-third of my time thinking about myself and what I am going to say and two-thirds about him and what he is going to say.
Abraham Lincoln
When I do good, I feel good. When I do bad, I feel bad. That's my religion.
Abraham Lincoln
When I hear a man preach, I like to see him act as if he were fighting bees.
Abraham Lincoln
When you have got an elephant by the hind legs and he is trying to run away, it's best to let him run.
Abraham Lincoln
Whenever I hear anyone arguing for slavery, I feel a strong impulse to see it tried on him personally.
Abraham Lincoln
With Malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds.
Abraham Lincoln
With public sentiment, nothing can fail. Without it, nothing can succeed.
Abraham Lincoln
With the fearful strain that is on me night and day, if I did not laugh I should die.
Abraham Lincoln
You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.
Abraham Lincoln
You cannot build character and courage by taking away a man's initiative and independence.
Abraham Lincoln
You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today.
Abraham Lincoln
You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they could and should do for themselves.
Abraham Lincoln
You have to do your own growing no matter how tall your grandfather was.
Abraham Lincoln
If you look for the bad in people expecting to find it, you surely will.
Abraham Lincoln
Bix
"I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the
Adjutant General of Massachusetts, that you are the mother of five sons
who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless
must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the
grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you
the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to
save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your
bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and
lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours, to have laid so costly a sacrifice
upon the altar of Freedom."
Abraham Lincoln
Source: November 21, 1864 - Letter to Mrs. Lydia Bixby
I told this story to a friend the other day and his response was "you must blog about this" so here goes..
My Daddy is a very unique individual. I love him with all of my heart, but sometimes he marches to a beat of a different drummer (guess that's where I get it...) He is a very thoughtful man and would literally give the shirt off of his back for someone, I've actually seen him do it. But sometimes he does things that baffle me.
Let me set the tone, this is circa 1994, Christmas day and I am 11 years old. I have been tearing through presents at record speed and having the best time. My grandparents have given me the most amazing presents and my aunts have outdone themselves. Although my presents were most impressive I have been eyeing the HUGE present in the corner since I came be-bopping to the Tree way to early to open anything. My Dad had made a huge fuss about this present and how much I would like it. For goodness sake, the thing wasn't even wrapped, it just had a blanket thrown over it. It had to be the be all and end all of all presents. Well, after I patiently wait for everyone to open up all of their presents I look at my Dad with puppy dog eyes and ask him if I can PLEASE open my present now. He does the whole "ready...set...go...wait...stop..." Dad thing until I am starting to pout. "Ok Cecilia- go get it!" I anxiously pull off the blanket like Ralphie opening up his Red Rider and the most confusing thing happens. Once the present is uncovered and my Dad is jumping on one foot waiting for my reaction I look at him puzzled. In my hand, almost larger than I can pick up, was a GIANT picture of Abraham Lincoln framed and matted. Even as a little kid I knew this was a nice, expensive picture. But I was 11, and it was a picture of Abraham Lincoln. My whole family turned to my Dad in sheer amazement and wondered what he was thinking... "I just noted that I figured it was a bike, thanked him and went on with my business." I guess my Dad and I don't share the same love for this instrumental founding father, but he better look out... He might just get a framed picture of Martha Washington for Father's Day.
My Daddy is a very unique individual. I love him with all of my heart, but sometimes he marches to a beat of a different drummer (guess that's where I get it...) He is a very thoughtful man and would literally give the shirt off of his back for someone, I've actually seen him do it. But sometimes he does things that baffle me.
Let me set the tone, this is circa 1994, Christmas day and I am 11 years old. I have been tearing through presents at record speed and having the best time. My grandparents have given me the most amazing presents and my aunts have outdone themselves. Although my presents were most impressive I have been eyeing the HUGE present in the corner since I came be-bopping to the Tree way to early to open anything. My Dad had made a huge fuss about this present and how much I would like it. For goodness sake, the thing wasn't even wrapped, it just had a blanket thrown over it. It had to be the be all and end all of all presents. Well, after I patiently wait for everyone to open up all of their presents I look at my Dad with puppy dog eyes and ask him if I can PLEASE open my present now. He does the whole "ready...set...go...wait...stop..." Dad thing until I am starting to pout. "Ok Cecilia- go get it!" I anxiously pull off the blanket like Ralphie opening up his Red Rider and the most confusing thing happens. Once the present is uncovered and my Dad is jumping on one foot waiting for my reaction I look at him puzzled. In my hand, almost larger than I can pick up, was a GIANT picture of Abraham Lincoln framed and matted. Even as a little kid I knew this was a nice, expensive picture. But I was 11, and it was a picture of Abraham Lincoln. My whole family turned to my Dad in sheer amazement and wondered what he was thinking... "I just noted that I figured it was a bike, thanked him and went on with my business." I guess my Dad and I don't share the same love for this instrumental founding father, but he better look out... He might just get a framed picture of Martha Washington for Father's Day.
So I set down to jacksonville, FL a couple of weekends ago and it was exactly what I needed. My friend Jacque lives there, as I have mentioned before, and is the reason that the town is now forever deemed "Jacqueville." So I took off down there on a friday afternoon and spent the weekend with her and her dog. Oh, and my Gigi rode along as well. This was the first time that these puppies have seen eachother in a year and a half and they spent the first three of their puppy lives together- everyday! So needless to say, both my pup and I were estatic to make this journey.
So on my way down I called Jacque to let her know that I would expect a cocktail ready upon my arrival and I would also be starving to death. Being Catholic I reminded her that although I was starving I couldn't have anything with meat since it was a Friday during the Lenten season. She stops for a second and blurts out "Oh...is it still passover?" I knew from then that this was going to be the "getaway" that I really needed. Then she says to me "I bought 6 bottles of wine, 5 of them the man at the store told me were delicious and full-bodied and the last one had a giraffe on it, and like giraffes so I bought it; but I still don't know what I want to drink."
So I finally trail into her house close to 11pm. We start talking and ooh-ing and aww-ing at our dogs reuinting that we forget all about eating. Finally when I hear the deafening roar of my belly I remind her of my starvation. By this time we were well into the 1 pm hour and my meat fast had passed so she went into her fridge and began rooting around. "Well." she says with her head and shoulders still in the refridgerator. "I have some pizzas and some eggrolls. Shoot- I got some bacon if you want to go all out." I laughed until I cried.
I spent the next two days with Jacque and I felt like I was home again. We had lived together until about a year and half ago when she ran off and got married and moved away. Now her husband is delpoyed and while being with her I began to remember all of the wonderful things that I miss so much from living with her. One of my favorite memories of jacque is that after a long hard work day that happened to fall on my birthday I came home to the most ghetto birthday decoration scheme ever. There were streamers on the doors held on with duct tape (this girl hearts some duct tape) there were streamers surrounding my toilet so I had to cut them off to use it. Even in true jacque style there were fake roaches scattered throughout. When I took it all in and heard her shouting "surprise" I looked above her head to see lettering thumbtacked to our far wall. I looked over her, cocked my head and said "Happy New Year?" Jacque turned around and read the sign she had bought for my birthday. "OH MY GAH! I didn't even notice!" The girl had bought a happy new year sign to hang up for my birthday! What a mess! We took tequila shots and laughed about it all night.
This trip solidified all of these memories and help me to create even more that I can't wait to share. Like tapping me on the shoulder in the morning with a bottle of champagne and a bottle of OJ and simply saying "wake up bitch."Later that day we took our doggies to the beach and let them run around while we drank mimosas out of a nalgene bottle. It was my pup's first trip to the sand and shore and she totally loved it. Her prissy self took to the beach like a fish to water. She ran around nipping at jackson's heels and sniffing at seashells. She even made some new friends that were walking with their masters. It was so fun to be able to let her run free and see her enjoy a new experience (btw-I'm gonna be ridiculous if I ever have kids if I'm this excited about my dog.) We let them run all of their energy out and decided it was time for some grub. We took them home to rest and went to some seashore hole in the wall and ate our weight in crablegs- it was heavenly. While walking up to this resaturant I noticed quite a bit of riff-raff, if you will, hanging around. I mentioned this to my dear friend to which her response was "Jacksonville"she said. "Jacqueville" I corrected her. "Oh sorry, Jacqueville would be the ideal place to be homeless." I looked up from the crab claw I was struggling with, looked her in the eye and said "please do elaborate Miss Thang." "Well, think about it, the weather is mild, there are public restrooms and showers everywhere. Plus, stupid drunk tourists come down here and go play in the water leaving all their stuff behind on the beach. A homeless person and their dog (because of course the homeless man in her mind has a pooch) could totally rack up. Ipods, phones, money...shoot it's like a treasure chest out there." Sadly I found myself shaking my head thinking that this diluted thought process, which she had apparently thought about a lot could actually be true. As we went to leave I couldn't help but think perhaps she was right. There were a group of what I am assuming are homeless men, they were dressed in tattered clothes hanging out around a little fire with a single man playing guitar, and I thought maybe she is onto something.
I look over at jacque and she is looking at the same group of men. I wonder what she is thinking for a split second when she goes "he must play a pretty mean guitar for all those folks to be buzzing round'" "Really Jacque, guitar? How would you spell that?" "GET-ARE" and just when I thought she was being serious...
to be continued....
So on my way down I called Jacque to let her know that I would expect a cocktail ready upon my arrival and I would also be starving to death. Being Catholic I reminded her that although I was starving I couldn't have anything with meat since it was a Friday during the Lenten season. She stops for a second and blurts out "Oh...is it still passover?" I knew from then that this was going to be the "getaway" that I really needed. Then she says to me "I bought 6 bottles of wine, 5 of them the man at the store told me were delicious and full-bodied and the last one had a giraffe on it, and like giraffes so I bought it; but I still don't know what I want to drink."
So I finally trail into her house close to 11pm. We start talking and ooh-ing and aww-ing at our dogs reuinting that we forget all about eating. Finally when I hear the deafening roar of my belly I remind her of my starvation. By this time we were well into the 1 pm hour and my meat fast had passed so she went into her fridge and began rooting around. "Well." she says with her head and shoulders still in the refridgerator. "I have some pizzas and some eggrolls. Shoot- I got some bacon if you want to go all out." I laughed until I cried.
I spent the next two days with Jacque and I felt like I was home again. We had lived together until about a year and half ago when she ran off and got married and moved away. Now her husband is delpoyed and while being with her I began to remember all of the wonderful things that I miss so much from living with her. One of my favorite memories of jacque is that after a long hard work day that happened to fall on my birthday I came home to the most ghetto birthday decoration scheme ever. There were streamers on the doors held on with duct tape (this girl hearts some duct tape) there were streamers surrounding my toilet so I had to cut them off to use it. Even in true jacque style there were fake roaches scattered throughout. When I took it all in and heard her shouting "surprise" I looked above her head to see lettering thumbtacked to our far wall. I looked over her, cocked my head and said "Happy New Year?" Jacque turned around and read the sign she had bought for my birthday. "OH MY GAH! I didn't even notice!" The girl had bought a happy new year sign to hang up for my birthday! What a mess! We took tequila shots and laughed about it all night.
This trip solidified all of these memories and help me to create even more that I can't wait to share. Like tapping me on the shoulder in the morning with a bottle of champagne and a bottle of OJ and simply saying "wake up bitch."Later that day we took our doggies to the beach and let them run around while we drank mimosas out of a nalgene bottle. It was my pup's first trip to the sand and shore and she totally loved it. Her prissy self took to the beach like a fish to water. She ran around nipping at jackson's heels and sniffing at seashells. She even made some new friends that were walking with their masters. It was so fun to be able to let her run free and see her enjoy a new experience (btw-I'm gonna be ridiculous if I ever have kids if I'm this excited about my dog.) We let them run all of their energy out and decided it was time for some grub. We took them home to rest and went to some seashore hole in the wall and ate our weight in crablegs- it was heavenly. While walking up to this resaturant I noticed quite a bit of riff-raff, if you will, hanging around. I mentioned this to my dear friend to which her response was "Jacksonville"she said. "Jacqueville" I corrected her. "Oh sorry, Jacqueville would be the ideal place to be homeless." I looked up from the crab claw I was struggling with, looked her in the eye and said "please do elaborate Miss Thang." "Well, think about it, the weather is mild, there are public restrooms and showers everywhere. Plus, stupid drunk tourists come down here and go play in the water leaving all their stuff behind on the beach. A homeless person and their dog (because of course the homeless man in her mind has a pooch) could totally rack up. Ipods, phones, money...shoot it's like a treasure chest out there." Sadly I found myself shaking my head thinking that this diluted thought process, which she had apparently thought about a lot could actually be true. As we went to leave I couldn't help but think perhaps she was right. There were a group of what I am assuming are homeless men, they were dressed in tattered clothes hanging out around a little fire with a single man playing guitar, and I thought maybe she is onto something.
I look over at jacque and she is looking at the same group of men. I wonder what she is thinking for a split second when she goes "he must play a pretty mean guitar for all those folks to be buzzing round'" "Really Jacque, guitar? How would you spell that?" "GET-ARE" and just when I thought she was being serious...
to be continued....
A real class act..
http://abcnews.go.com/Travel/cops-woman-crashes-car-shaving-privates/story?id=10065885
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Another installment of things that make me smile/laugh/giggle
back to my things that make me smile/laugh/giggle
Anthony from Project Runway. Seriously...I heart him. Maybe even kidney him.
some quotes: (surely more to come)
"The only thing that doesn't go out of style is making a woman look like a lady"
"I was so nervous I was sweating like a baptist preacher"
Granny in a wood paneled PT cruiser.
Me talking ghetto after teaching in an inner city school for more than a week. It's a problem when I start saying "What-eer" and "I need to get my haar did"
My student told me he wanted to be a skeleton and his friend wanted to be a giraffe when they grew up.
It was an uncomfortable moment this week when a third grader told me he thought I was hot- inappropriate.
The fact that someone that I know got engaged at a public event (set up for a massive fundraising yard sale) in front of the dumpster. It was really sweet in some aspects, it was March fourth and he wanted to "March forth" in their life journey and the ring was beautiful, but as for me... sporting events (or billboards at them), anywhere close to a trash recepticle, or recycling bin for that matter, and generally anywhere that I might look like crap. Give a girl some warning- ask me when my hair is straightened and my eyeliner is in tact. I would like the pictures and the story to be something to brag about. Perhaps just under a waterfall in hawaii or on the top of the empire state building/eiffel tower, nothing fancy. But im not picky. ;)
peace and blessings,
C
Anthony from Project Runway. Seriously...I heart him. Maybe even kidney him.
some quotes: (surely more to come)
"The only thing that doesn't go out of style is making a woman look like a lady"
"I was so nervous I was sweating like a baptist preacher"
Granny in a wood paneled PT cruiser.
Me talking ghetto after teaching in an inner city school for more than a week. It's a problem when I start saying "What-eer" and "I need to get my haar did"
My student told me he wanted to be a skeleton and his friend wanted to be a giraffe when they grew up.
It was an uncomfortable moment this week when a third grader told me he thought I was hot- inappropriate.
The fact that someone that I know got engaged at a public event (set up for a massive fundraising yard sale) in front of the dumpster. It was really sweet in some aspects, it was March fourth and he wanted to "March forth" in their life journey and the ring was beautiful, but as for me... sporting events (or billboards at them), anywhere close to a trash recepticle, or recycling bin for that matter, and generally anywhere that I might look like crap. Give a girl some warning- ask me when my hair is straightened and my eyeliner is in tact. I would like the pictures and the story to be something to brag about. Perhaps just under a waterfall in hawaii or on the top of the empire state building/eiffel tower, nothing fancy. But im not picky. ;)
peace and blessings,
C
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