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    A reminder from MissFuzzyBunny


    Do it! Posted by Hello


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    10/30/2004 10:07:00 PM



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    Congrats!
    A total sweep. Maybe there's hope yet for the Cubs. If one curse can be broken, so can another. Just let the goat back in, for goodness' sake.

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    10/27/2004 10:43:00 PM



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    Apple Pie
    Last week's foray into the wonderful world of apple pie baking went so well that I made 2 more today. Actually, I got roped into making one for band boosters (which I didn't know I belonged to) and I made one for the family's enjoyment.
    Yes, I am a super freak and I "presented" my pies for the picture, much to the amusement of the family, but hey, I'm proud of them.


    Hot apple pie! Posted by Hello
    As the famous saying goes, you can "click to embiggen."

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    10/24/2004 07:33:00 PM



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    It was the Best of Days...
    ...it was the worst of days. I encountered several disappointments throughout the course of the day. Several of the loans apps I'd submitted were declined and of the appointments that I had today, the results were not exactly what I had hoped for. The very last one of the day turned out to be a relatively good learning experience, however, that doesn't really take the edge off the disappointment. All in all, I think I overprepared and didn't have a contingency plan for if the criteria were not met (which they weren't.) I had allowed myself to get too worked up beforehand and felt myself criticizing every word and phrase that I uttered. To make matters worse, it was a training session too and my supervisor sat in to coach me. Ugh. Oh, and my trainer was there too, just to add fuel to the fire. Afterwards I just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide for a few minutes. The feedback I actually received was really much, much more charitable than I am being, but then, I'm hard on myself.

    Apart from always wanting to be perfect, I hate admitting flaws. During the coaching session afterwards, I was able to critique my performance pretty well, and like I said, all the other feedback (besides my own) was quite positive.

    When I finally left, there were two thoughts running through my mind. One was BEER! I need a BEER! The other was that I really need a good hard walk. Quite a dilemma. I parked my car in the garage and walked to the "refreshment fridge." I touched the handle. I walked on. I marched myself straight upstairs, changed into workout clothes and hopped on the treadmill. Damn that felt good! I shaved two full minutes off my walking mile and walked for a nice, brisk 2.25 miles. Just enough to work out some nervous energy, sweat out some toxins and if by chance some of the liquid flowing down my face wasn't sweat, no one was the wiser. Consoled by some good exercise and a Bon Jovi CD, I was able to move on and respect myself by exhibiting a modicum of discipline. Oh, and yes, I rewarded my efforts with a beer. :-)

    I'm feelin' like a Monday, but someday I'll be Saturday night. ~Bon Jovi


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    10/21/2004 11:11:00 PM



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    Breakfast with the King
    Has anyone out there seen those "wake up and have breakfast with the king" commercials that Burger King is running? Is it just me or does anyone else find them disturbing? I mean really. Who wouldn't wake up screaming if that huge plastic face was staring at you?

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    10/19/2004 10:22:00 PM



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    Easy as Pie
    We spent most of Sunday baking. I enjoy baking when I have the time and this day was even more special since Miss Boo not only wanted to help, but really did help. I wanted to snap a picture of the perfect apple pie, but we ate it so fast that it'll have to wait till next time. It was sweet, tart, flaky, delicious and our first ever apple pie from scratch made all the more special with the presence of my 13 year old helper.

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    10/19/2004 08:33:00 PM



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    You're My Sister
    I got a pleasant surprise at orientation today. Yes, I've been on the new job for a month now and I've been in training class for several weeks but orientation was today. Go figure. Anyhow, when I received the welcome letter for orientation, I was struck that the HR manager's name seemed so familiar to me. I figured that I must have seen it on other memos or something. However, today she made a few references to her sorority and it struck me that we are sorority sisters. During one of the breaks I asked her if she happened to be a "yabba dabba do," as my husband calls us, and she confirmed it with a big hug. I felt like I had found a long lost relative, which I guess it a strange way, I had.

    I really need to make a little disclaimer here, though. I wasn't one of those girls who you look at immediately and think "sorority girl." I doubt if I have those strong connective tendencies, but insofar as a ready made connection, this is a good place to start, or at least reconnect. In a way I feel like someone who has been away from church for too long and wants to come back but isn't sure how. I'd like to go to alumnae meetings and forge some new friendships. This kind lady is going to contact me and let me know when and where. I'm looking forward to it.

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    10/11/2004 09:59:00 PM



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    Mums the Word
    I'm sure this has been done before, but I'm really feeling pretty proud of myself for this. Yes, the mums are potted into pumpkins. Feel free to comment and stroke my ego a bit. I'm wondering if some of the fun comes from knowing that since my sister is moving soon and can't decorate for fall, she'd be pea green with envy to see my pumpkin mums. Bwwahhhaahaha!



    Feeling clever. Posted by Hello

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    10/10/2004 06:56:00 PM



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    Pumpkin fun. Posted by Hello

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    10/10/2004 06:55:00 PM



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    Just the Facts.
    I must have missed it while I was trying to tune out the drone, but luckily someone was on the ball.

    Naturally, I am referring to Satan Dick Cheney's reference to the dot com rather than to
    the dot org.

    You can also read about it here. True, they both misstated some facts, but at least Edwards didn't direct traffic to an anti-Kerry website (thank goodness).

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    10/07/2004 05:31:00 PM



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    The Mask
    Forgive me if I sound terse, but I'm mud masking. I decided against the pedicure for tonight. I really don't have the energy or the inclination.

    What I really need to do is remember to stop at Wally's tomorrow. It will be the third day in a row that I've used paper toweling as a coffee filter. I was going to stop in there tonight after Miss Boo's volleyball game, but one of the other Moms asked me to give her daughter a ride home since she (the mom) had to go to the high school game right away. No problem. I love being asked to do things like that. For some reason it really makes me feel good to be able to do a kindness to a new friend.

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    10/05/2004 08:54:00 PM



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    I Hate Dick
    I'm trying to watch the VP debates, but it's really not working out for me. I've not been a big Edwards fan to date and although I've tried, I'm not feeling any more warm and fuzzy towards him after stomaching the debates so far.

    However, one thing is for certain...I HATE Dick Cheney. Period.

    I think I'll go put on a mud mask and perhaps give myself a pedicure. Stick a fork in me...I'm done.

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    10/05/2004 08:40:00 PM



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    What the Heck!
    I just finished a post which wouldn't publish! I tried like mad to get in here last night, to no avail. Tonight, I finally get here, finally post again, and its gone! Poof! That just bites.

    Ummm...nevermind.

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    10/05/2004 08:34:00 PM



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    Rebuffed
    I tried to get here yesterday, I really did. I guess the gatekeeper wasn't in the mood to let me in or whatever. Ah, well, I'm here today.

    The hag who lives behind us has accepted an offer on her house. Unfortunately, the closing won't be until November. She probably needs that amount of time to pack all of her plastic flowers and knicknacks. I only hope she doesn't change her mind about the sale. She is making some rumblings in that direction.

    Sunday, the buyers came to look at the house. They are originally from this town, but have been living in another state for a while and are now moving back to be near family. The wife hadn't seen the home yet which is why they came for yet another viewing. Since hubby, the neighbors from both sides of us and I were outside, we all got to meet the new arrivals. Somehow the hag heard about the meeting and as is her wont, began shouting on the phone about how she wouldn't sell if we met anyone else viewing her house! She loves to do her phoning from her back patio at a booming volume. She constantly harps about us and the neighbors. I'm quite sure that even though staying would make her miserable, she would stomach that misery just to make the lives of others in the neighborhood even more miserable.

    I want to hate her, but I really just pity her. She is a constant reminder to me of how I don't want to be in my later years. I hope I don't get to be like that, I really do.

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    10/05/2004 07:59:00 PM



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    Cutting the Ties
    Driving home from the mall tonight, I was reflecting back on the funeral of a friends' father. This particular gal and I had known each other since kindergarten. We weren't exactly close friends until high school, but we've always been at least in the periphery of each other's lives. Actually, in high school there were about 7 of us who ran around together. After graduation, some of us drifted to our respective colleges or jobs. Some members of the group kept in touch with each other while others of us concentrated on moving on.

    So, while many of us had begun forming our own lives, we stayed in each other's thoughts. Or at least that was the impression that most of us had. Fast forward to the funeral. This gal's mother had already departed for the vast beyond and the father was not too far behind. I don't remember why I wasn't able to make it to the mother's funeral, but the majority of us made it back home for the father's funeral. There were 4 of us there for our old buddy, trying to lend our support and friendship. I guess she progressed much further than the rest of us. She didn't want to meet us anywhere for dinner, drinks or whatever. She didn't want us to visit her. She just kept repeating, "I can't believe you guys are here! What are you doing here?"

    I think she still keeps in touch with Staci (who was not with us) but none of the others of us have heard from her in over 10 years. Sad. I always kind of thought I would be the alienated one. Just sad.

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    10/01/2004 11:05:00 PM



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