MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!

Just wanted to wish all of my wonderful friends a very Merry Christmas!! I hope you are surrounded by love at this wonderful season!! 

I Know What Boys Like

One of the suggestions I received as a topic to write about was "What men need to know about women". I thought this was a great idea! Now, I'm not saying I'm an expert on men.... I don't exactly have an outstanding track record when it comes to dating and love, but I will throw my two cents into the ring (as well as a few other comments/questions I received from loyal readers). 

I guess I can start with personal thoughts on the topic. Guys need to know that not every girl is a slut. There are still some of us who enjoy good conversation with an intelligent guy. That being said, guys need to know that, yes, women deserve equality and all that St. Kate's jazz, BUT that doesn't mean that chivalry can die! As a strong, independent woman I still want a guy to open doors for me, pull out my chair, and come to the door to pick me up. It's a sign of respect for women and I'm not saying it's a one way street. You show us respect, and we will show you the respect you deserve for being a gentleman. Guys also need to know that some ladies are shy! Myself included in that! Sometimes, we need you to take the first leap and ask us out. I know that there are shy guys as well, but MAN UP! ;) Just ask! As one friend put it- "If you like a girl, TELL HER!!". I couldn't agree more! I guess the same could be said for women. If we like someone, just tell them. I guess, for me personally, I have done that in the past and have gotten that horrible rejection and I am just so afraid that it will happen again, but now it will hurt even worse because I really care for a certain person. 

I'm sure guys are thinking "Well, women need to stop coding what they are saying and just come out and say it!". Well, that may be true but sometimes you just need to read between the lines a bit. Think back to all those romantic comedies that every girlfriend has drug you to. For example, if a girl says "My hands are cold" she does NOT want your gloves. She wants you to hold her hand. And sometimes guys don't even understand when you tell them point blank what you mean. When I say "I wait for the guy to make the first move", that means YOU (the guy) needs to hold my hand first and kiss me first. And when I tell you that yes you can kiss me..... that means you CAN KISS ME!! 

Also, guys, you don't need to be this gangster type guy for girls to like you. The only girls that attracts are desperate hoes. (Sorry if that's you!). But I guess some people like that. Not this girl. Pull up your pants, turn your hat around, and drop the thug talk. You're not from the 'hood', you're from Woodbury. I'm impressed when a guy knows how to use your, you're, there, they're, and their properly. Grammar turns me on ;) .

Some friends sent me messages with things they wanted me to include. One friend said "Girls want to be loved, plain and simple. And most of us don't need expensive dates. We would rather cuddle at home and watch a movie". Very true! In the long run, all anyone can ask for is to be loved and wanted by someone. On the topic of dates, we don't always need to go to the fanciest restaurant. Occasionally, that is a nice change of pace, but staying in with a movie and a cuddle buddy is perfect too! In addition, you don't always need to spend your money on us. An occasional bouquet of flowers is lovely. And you don't even need to go to a spendy floral shop. Just go to Target or Walmart....... hell, even Walgreens has a few flowers! Just a little something to show that you are thinking about us.

Another friend asked "How come it seems most women don't give the good guys a chance?". The only answer I can come up with is that sometimes it's hard to find the good guys. It seems like us women have to go through a lot of jerks before we realize that the good guys are out there. We also know that there are a lot of guys out there that front as good guys and then turn out to be asses, which make them no different from the other jerks. A woman's heart is fragile and there are some of us that guard it and are scared of it getting dropped again. But guys..... know that we will put our heart on the line for you if we think you are worthy. Sometimes that's a stupid decision, but that's what life is all about. As previously stated, JUST ASK US OUT!!!!!!!

I think a friend of mine summed it up quite nicely, " I am convinced that guys will never learn anything they should know about women". I think that is a great statement! No matter how direct we are with the guys in our lives, sometimes they just don't get it. But I hope that this post will help decode our sex a little bit and will give guys a glimpse into what women want.

As always, thank you for reading and for the support. Please feel free to leave thoughts, as well as suggestions for future posts! Thanks!

Tis the Season!

The holiday season is upon us and Christmas looms in the very near future. To get us all in the holiday spirit, I thought I would share with all of you my favorite Christmas movies! I thought long and hard (that's what she said) about what movies I watch EVERY year at this time and the list that follows is what I came up with!!

1.) It's A Wonderful Life: I LOVE this classic! Its a favorite because of the message it sends- every person has a purpose and is loved, even in times of hopelessness. Plus- Jimmy Stewart ain't bad to look at either! ;) But seriously, it's a classic (and yes it IS in black in white) so if you haven't seen it, WATCH it.
2.) A Christmas Story: Who DOESN'T like this movie? It is a hilarious Christmas movie that is timeless! The little brother is a scene stealer and the fact that he can't put his arms down while wearing his snow suit makes me giggle with glee! So I double dog dare you to watch this great movie! ;)
3.) White Christmas: Now I am shocked this movie is on my list but I realized that I absolutely LOVE this Christmas classic. Being that it is one of Mom's favorites, we seem to watch it when ever it is on. By the end of December I HATE it, but it really is a wonderful movie! The singing and dance numbers are spectacular. Plus there is even a little tear jerker moment. Love it!
4.) A Charlie Brown Christmas: If you DON'T like this movie, we can't be friends! I LOVE LOVE LOVE this one and have loved it since I was little. It doesn't feel like Christmas until I watch this movie! I could probably recite it word for word but that's not the point! Plus- Elvis reminds me of Snoopy so this year I will love it that much more!
5.) Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer: This is a good one for all ages. My mom even has to admit that she adores this short film. The island of misfit toys just seem so welcoming of social outcasts! At least I know where to go!
6.) Frosty the Snowman: Happy Birthday! I love that chilly willy guy and his caring nature. He is willing to sacrifice himself for his new found friend. Plus that rabbit is adorable!
7.) Frosty Returns: This one hasn't always been around but I enjoy the music in it and I like to think that someday there really will be a spray in a can that all you have to do is point it at the snow and press and ALL the snow disappears! No need for shovels! What a wonderful world that would be.
8.) Dr. Seuss's How the Grinch Stole Christmas: Plain and simple- it's a straight up classic. And Max? What a cutie! Enough said.
9.) Home Alone: I can remember watching this as a little kid and just laughing and laughing! Now, as an adult, I get more of the adult humor and love it so much more! That kid is soo talented and hilarious! His screaming faces are priceless!
10.) Home Alone 2: Lost in New York: See above! But seriously, a GREAT sequel. Some of the jokes and things like that are predictable/repeats from the first one, but again, they still make me laugh every time!
11.) The Family Stone: This is an unconventional Christmas favorite. It doesn't have that happy cheer, but the message of a strong family really rings true for me and I absolutely adore that. I cry every year I watch it, but it is most certainly worth it!
12.) The Santa Clause: Tim Allen is spectacular in this classic! Again, it's not Christmas until I watch it. And come on! A young David Krumholtz? YES please!
13.) Elf: SOOOOO hilarious!!! Who doesn't watch Elf around the holidays? Plus you get to hear Zooey Deschanel sing which is always a treat! Buddy the elf, what's your favorite color? Classic!
14.) The Muppet Christmas Carol: This was one of my absolute favorites as a kid, but then I didn't watch it for a while. A few years ago, I was cleaning and found it so I watched it and fell in love with the Muppets all over again! I do have to say that there is one scene that scared the shit out of me as a kid. When I watched it as an adult...... it still scared the shit out of me! If you watch it, be forewarned that Marley and Marley are freaking SCARY!!!!!!!!!!!!
15.) Love Actually: I love the multiple stories that all connect somehow. It is just a cute movie with cute stories that make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
16.) National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation: Chevy Chase as Clark Griswold= pure comedy gold. Enough said.
17.) Jingle All the Way: Yeah, that Arnold Schwarzenegger movie...... Realistically speaking, this should be an honorable mention but whatever. It isn't a great movie. The only reason I like it is because it was filmed here in Minnesota and because Phil Hartman is a total ass in it!

That's all I have! If you haven't seen a movie or two from the list, you should check it out. I am always up for a good Christmas movie marathon! Just let me know! Being jobless lends plenty of time to having a social life!

Also! I have gotten a few suggestions for future blogs (Thank you to those people!!) and I am always looking for more! Keep 'em coming! And remember that no topic is turned down! As always, thanks for reading and thanks for the support!

Here are some festive Christmas pictures for you to enjoy!

~GOBBLE GOBBLE~

Just wanted to say to all my friends, family, and stalkers-

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!!!

I hope you all have a wonderfully filling Thanksgiving. May you be surrounded by the ones you love and the ones that love you!

These are the days of our lives

Its been far too long since I've written a blog post and I am terribly sorry. I always seem to forget how good I feel after writing and sharing with you! I guess I need to do it more often....... but that means I need suggestions from YOU!!!! Nothing is off limits! Just send me a message on facebook.... whether we talk often, or not at all, I'd still gladly accept any topic! With that being said, someone FINALLY took me up on that offer and sent me a question. That question/topic was: I want to know about your future plans. 5, 10, 20 years down the road.

To quote Julie Andrews, "Let's start at the very beginning. A very good place to start". Currently, I am single, jobless with a very expensive degree, and living at home. Not very great in my opinion. So...... in 5 years...... I see myself living in an apartment or house. I have a job at a hospital as an RN. By this time I have just begun working my dream job in a Labor and Delivery unit. I also hope to have met a great guy and be in a committed, long term relationship with him. He accepts me for who I am, loves all of me (including my flaws) and the same goes for me. I will accept him and his flaws because we are madly in love and meant to be together **cough cough** ZAK BAGANS **cough cough*.

In 10 years, I hope to be the greatest OB nurse ever. By then I will have gotten engaged, planned a magnificent wedding, gotten married to the love of my life, and have popped out several children (trying to catch up to the Duggers at this point). I would like to be in a beautiful house with my wonderful husband and children. This won't be a problem because Zak makes a great living, working as a tv personality, and I make lots of dough as a world class nurse! Every year, Zak and I take the kids on a fabulous vacation overseas and never visit the same place twice....... except to Australia because they have koalas that you can hold! YES PLEASE! Oh yeah, and then Zak and I take a vacation together (minus the kids) to have some alone time to Hawaii or some other tropical place like the Bahamas or Jamaica.

In 20 years.... I'll be 42! Hopefully, I will still be loving my job and working as a nurse. Maybe not as often as I would like to spend time with my children (who wouldn't). And by that time Zak and I will have surpassed the Duggers in children ;) Zak and I are still happily married. Of course there will be the not so wonderful moments, but that's what life/marriage is all about. We will overcome obstacles together and grow stronger as a couple. And because the beginning half of my life was filled with shitty shit, karma will come around and make the rest of my life FABULOUS!

Seeing as though the scenario I have outlined may not transpire quite as I have planned, all I can hope for is that I am happy and reach my life goals. These include: starting a career, getting married, and having children. That's it. Plain and simple. My 1950's life in a nutshell! So there you go!

Now, a few things before I leave you. My goal is to write a new blog every week/2 weeks but this can only be done with your help. I need suggestions/questions from you so that I can keep on writing. Seriously folks! I would LOVE that! ANYTHING! REALLY!!!!! Secondly, Christmas and my birthday is coming soon. I hope you are all working on getting me Zak Bagans. I have every faith you peeps can do it!

As always, thanks for reading!

Nurses, and Thanks, and Ghosts, OH MY!

Well hello there my Pinkettes! A lot has happened since my last post. I have taken AND passed my boards and am now OFFICIALLY a Registered Nurse!! I cannot even begin to tell you how wonderful it feels to have achieved such a major life accomplishment. I need to take this opportunity to thank, first and foremost, my mom who was/is without a doubt my biggest supporter and cheerleader. When I didn't think I could do it any more (studying, clinicals, exams), she was the first person to remind me that I COULD do it and that she believed in me. So thanks, Mom. My accomplishment would mean nothing if it weren't for you. I also need to thank my family and friends who were also major supporters of mine. Thanks for the laughs when I needed them, the shoulders to cry on, and the ear to hear my frustrations! All of you (and you should know who you are) are much appreciated. I love you all!

Now, on to another exciting event coming up in my life! As all of you should know, I love anything paranormal related. Well, it is not only me, but my mom and Aunt like paranormal things also. You should know that it is my Aunt's birthday month and we have gotten her a great present! The three of us will be going to the historic Mounds Theater, which is one of Minnesota's most active, haunted locations! We will get a tour of the location in near darkness and will also be conducting a ghost hunt!! I am super pumped for this experience! Not only will we be hunting ghosts but we will be using a spirit box (one of my favorites of all paranormal hunting gear!), which allows us to hear spirits speaking through the white noise! I am very very excited and my hope is that I will be able to share some unique experiences with you in a future blog! If you are interested, the theater has a great site with evidence from other hunts. I also found a site that explains in detail who the suspected ghosts are that haunt the Mounds Theater. Feel free to let me know if you would like me to share these sites with you. It is very interesting stuff!

I know this is a shorter post, but I hope to post a longer blog after our official ghost hunting experience near the end of October! As always, thanks for reading!

Fat guy in a little coat! Part 2

Holy shit balls! It has been way too long!! I have missed my dear little Pinkettes, and I can only assume that you have missed me. Because I am just that vain! So, because I have been gone for so long, I figured you avid readers would want an extra good post and I hope that this meets and/or exceeds your expectations.

With that being said, I must tell you that I have been doing some MAJOR cleaning around the old Root homestead. Cleaning the basement, getting rid of toys, games, memories. Well, ok. Maybe not memories, but you try parting with all your favorite Barbie gear and tell me how YOU feel!! I have also been cleanin' out my closet (insert random Eminem song reference/ lyric here). In doing so, I found some pretty awesome treasures. I found toys that I thought I had lost and proceeded to have a play date with myself (am I the only one who finds that to be slightly dirty??). I also found clothes and shoes that I had forgotten about. Many of which were tried on and quickly reminded me of "fat guy in a little coat" from the movie Tommy Boy. Don't worry. Those clothes were soon put in a bag for Goodwill! Then I went through ALL my shoes (which if you know me, you know that THAT task was along one). I had to try them all on and decide if I wanted to keep or get rid of them. In a bittersweet moment, I was able to let go of multiple pairs of shoes....... to make room for the ones I'm going to buy!!! Yes.... there were underlying motives! But it's all good! My closet finally looks like an organized person lives there which was my goal! So what else did I find? Well, I found binders and portfolios from HIGH SCHOOL!! Yeah! HIGH SCHOOL!!! Like 9th and 10th grade work! That was fun to look at and see the easy work that I used to bitch about having! If only I had known then what I know now (Geeze I sound old!). So mixed in with those portfolios was a notebook. A notebook that I had made into my beginner story book. What I mean by this is that I used to write short stories because I thought I could be a writer one day. I was inspired at a young age by Stephen King and realized that I enjoyed not only reading scary stories, but writing them as well. In this notebook, I came across my most favorite story that I ever came up with! It was inspired by not only Stephen King, but that show on Nickelodeon called "Are You Afraid of The Dark?". I would like to share it with you here and now! I am going to share it without changing a single thing, so if you don't think it is that great, please remember that I was under 12 when I wrote it so BACK OFF! Ok. Here it is! Enjoy!

The China Doll

     Once there was a nice family who moved into their dream home. There was a mother, a father, and a brother and sister. The brother and sister were especially excited because they would finally be able to have their own rooms. Jake, the brother, was 16 and Sarah, the sister was 12.

     The moving van came to a halt in front of their new home. The family pulled up and got out of the car. It was a gloomy day. They had better hurry, thought Jennifer, the mother. They had a lot to unpack. The movers started to unload the truck. The family walked up to the house.

     "Well, this is our new house," sighed the father, George, with a smile.

     "You kids go upstairs and pick out your rooms!" said Jennifer.

     The two siblings ran up the stairs. Jake opened the first door. The room was painted blue. Wow! Jake thought.

     "This is going to be my room!" called Jake to his sister as he walked down the hall to find his sister.

     Jake found his sister standing in a door way. The room was painted pink.

     "Look! A doll!" said Sarah excitedly.

     "I don't think you should play with that one. That's a china doll," said Jake.

     "You're right!" exclaimed Sarah.

     She placed the china doll on her bedside table after she had unpacked.

     It was getting late and everyone was tired from the long day. Everyone went to bed at the same time. Sarah crawled into bed and looked at her new doll. She fell asleep happy.

     The next morning, Sarah woke up to the sound of birds singing. She looked at her table. Did I move my doll? thought Sarah. The doll wasn't on her table. she looked on one side of her bed and then the other.

     "There you are! I was worried," said Sarah. When Sarah got up to get her doll, she noticed something on the hands of the doll. Sarah bent down. The mystery substance was a dark red and was sticky. "Oh! It's blood!" realized Sarah.

     Sarah realized that she hadn't heard any of her family members. Usually, someone was awake when  Sarah got up. As Sarah opened her door, she noticed small pools of blood.

     Sarah cautiously walked down the hall to her parent's bedroom, following the blood trail. When she reached their room, the door was partly open. She slowly opened the door. The first thing she saw was her father. His back was turned to her. She ran over to the bed and gently shook him. He fell on to his back. He stared back at Sarah with a glazed look in his eyes. Then she saw it. Her father had a deep gash across his throat and a slash down his chest.

     Sarah screamed and ran over to her mother's side. She wasn't there. She frantically ran out of the room. Tears streamed down her face. Sarah ran down the stairs. She looked in the living room. Not there. She looked in the dinning room. Not there. She looked in the kitchen. Not there either!

     "Where else could she be?" thought Sarah out loud.

     Then she remembered. The basement! Sarah cautiously opened the door. Slowly, she walked down the wooden stairs. She heard something. She stopped and listened. Creak. Creak. She walked down the final steps. Right away when she saw it she began to scream. She first saw the rope, then her mother's lifeless body swaying back and forth. She ran up the stairs crying. When she got to the top she ran to the living room and sat down on the couch, still crying. Then she remembered Jake. She hadn't seen him. She got off the couch and ran up to his room. When she got to his door, she stopped and took a deep breath to calm herself. She put her hand on the door knob and braced herself for a gruesome sight, just like the others. She opened the door.

     "Jake!" cried Sarah.

     Jake turned from his computer with a smile. The smile faded from his face when he saw the tears welling in his sister's eyes.
     "What's wrong?" asked Jake.

     Sarah showed Jake the two scenes. After, they called the police and they opened an investigation. Because they had moved to a new town, they had to stay in the house by themselves.

     Jake and Sarah had been sitting on the couch together when they both fell asleep. Sarah woke up first. She looked at Jake.

     "Good. He's still asleep," she said aloud.

     Sarah walked into the kitchen. When she couldn't find what she was she wanted, she went back to the couch. When she walked into the living room, she saw it. Her china doll had long finger nails and was cutting every inch of Jake's body. By the time the doll was finished, her brother's body was unrecognizable. When the doll had finished, she looked at Sarah and laughed hysterically.

     Four days later, the police officer conducting the investigation found Jake's decomposing body. In a rocking chair across the room was Sarah. She was rocking back and forth, back and forth, clutching the bloody china doll.

The End.

So there you have it. My most treasured (yet disturbing) story that I came up with. I am really questioning what I was watching as a young child, but at least it made for an entertaining story! I hope you enjoyed and were at least a little bit scared. After all, that is the goal of any horror story author. So I guess you could say that I always had a flair for writing and maybe that is why I enjoy writing my blog so much! On any account, this entry is long enough! Thanks for reading! <3

I'm Ready For My Close Up!

What's up, Pinkettes? How ya doing? Is life treating you well? If you are reading this, you probably need a great pick me up kind of story. I am not sure if you will get that today, but I hope this post will at the very least make you smile and, dare I say, think a little bit. Nah, no thinking going on here.

So I'm sure most of you know that I went to the NKOTBSB (New Kids on the Block Backstreet Boys) concert on Friday. And can I just say that it was THE best concert of my entire life!!! My seats were not the greatest, but it didn't matter!! It was AMAZING!!! That is what sparked this blog. Most of my other friends that went (and by most I mean ALL) had AMAZING seats! So close that they were able to touch, hold hands with, or lick the chests of the guys. I was/am EXTREMELY JEALOUS of these people!! It made me wonder why I had never had the chance to meet any one famous! And then I remembered- I had...... what a disaster that was!

I layed in bed trying to think of places I could casually meet someone famous and then it occurred to me that there was one brief moment that I was in the presence of amazingness. But not a Hollywood hot shot. No, more like a hometown hero. That's right, I am referring to one of the best football players of all time (in my dumb little eyes).... JARED ALLEN!!! That was the best and most embarrassing moment all wrapped up in one fleeting moment. It all started in October of 2010. I had found out about a little show that he did, appropriately named "The Jared Allen Show". I also found out that these shows were taped every week in the Mall of America rotunda every week. Once I found all this information out, I realized that I HAD HAD HAD to go! Now the problem was finding willing participants to accompany me. Thankfully, my lovely roommates Lisa and Dee agreed to go with me (after many bribes and much pleading). We got all dressed up, me in my Allen jersey, and headed to what would be both great and horrible. We got there and found out that Jared would be signing autographs, but only 30 people would get one.... and you had to buy his cook book because that was the only thing he would sign. Needless to say, I HAD to get one so that I could meet him and get an autograph. So as the show progressed and the autograph signing got closer, my palms began to get very sweaty. Now, you should know that I had always thought that I would be cool, calm, and collected if I ever had the chance to come into contact with a celebrity of any sort. Well.... all I can say is that how things play out in your head and how things happen in reality are vastly different. So the time came for those lucky few people to meet Jared Allen. I got in line, shaking the entire time. The line was short and I didn't have a whole lot of time to think about it. Finally the time came to face my football hero. All the things that I had thought of saying to him if I ever got the chance to meet him left my brain and all I could do was smile and fight back tears. Oh yeah, and hand him the book to sign. But I couldn't even tell him what my name was so that he could personalize the autograph. I just stood there like a big fat dummy, smiling while he signed it. BUT he did smile that sexy Jared smile at me and I was able to eject a 'thank you'..... or so I thought.... I don't exactly know if that's what he heard, but that's what I intended to mutter.

I was thrilled to meet him, but was utterly embarrassed because I couldn't do or say anything that I wanted to. I like to think that in the future I can be composed and not gush, but if this experience is any indication, that won't happen.... I'll be utterly stupefied and mutter incoherently. But those are the stories that make life interesting, right? Meh. As long as I can say that I met them, I'm good.

At least I had wonderful friends to laugh at me! Hope you enjoyed and had a good laugh. If you or your famous friends need a laugh, feel free to introduce me. I'm sure I could turn into an idiot pretty quick! Thanks for reading!

I Can Hear the Bells

Hey there readers of this awesome blog! Do you like the new layout and design of my blog? Well, if you don't you can just go suck it! But seriously- if you see something that needs to be corrected, please let me know... I don't want to look like a fool! Well..... look like an even bigger fool! I wanted to find a more sophisticated design that was a better representation of me and what I wanted this blog to be. So what better than pink and colorful watercolors blending into one another. You could say that the colors running into each other is each and every story I tell that, when finished, complete a bigger picture that makes up my life. Ok, was that corny enough for you? I picked it because I liked the colors and it was more sophisticated than hummingbirds. But that crap about the colors and junk was actually pretty good, huh! So what shall we talk about today? A friend of mine sent me a link to another blog which was absolutely hilarious with stories and her drawings that illustrated her stories. Most of them were about her "slow" dog. There were some pretty funny things about that dog that seemed to be just like my old dog, Lucy. So that's where we will start. I think I owe you a good, funny story over those emotional ramblings! Here goes.

My dog Lucy was very... whats the word I'm looking for.... special. Don't get me wrong. She was the best companion and loved us with her entire soul and heart. She was always fed (sometimes she even got people food!), she had an abundance of toys, she had multiple beds to call her own (including the human beds), and as much as we tried to keep her off the furniture she was still able to claim a chair of her own. What a life for a dog, huh! Living in the lap of luxury! Despite all these perks in life, she still felt the need to try and escape every single time she was let outside. Yep. Escape. You see, at our old house, we had a fenced in yard but there were certain spots in the fence that Lucy knew of and she could easily slip through them. Because of this sad and unfortunate truth, she had to be on a chain when left outside alone. When we were outside and watching her, she could run around free but you had to make sure she stayed away from those vulnerable spots in the fence. And if you haven't read my other blogs, you should know that the second Lucy slipped through that fence hole, it was like she left her brain in the yard. All commands she had learned were non-existent (including come and stop!) as well as her name. That's right. You could chase her yelling "Come Lucy!!" or "Stop Lucy!!" or the last resort which the neighbors often heard when she got out "TREAT!!". It was like she was completely oblivious to everything. The only way we could get her back was if my dad would shake the green tin we kept her treats in. The hopes of this being that she would want a treat and come to get one. That or we would pile in the car to chase her and when we found her, we would open the door yelling "Wanna go bye-bye in the car?". Hoping to entice her for a ride! The whole process was very traumatic for me because the situation usually played out like this: Lucy would get out. I would cry because I knew how she acted beyond the fenced yard of safety. My mom would get pissed and say "Well, I'm not going after her. I guess she is gone forever". I would cry more because I loved her and wanted her back. Dad would reluctantly grab the tin of treats and her leash. He would begin the chase. Lucy was in the lead, followed by an irate balding fat man, who was then subsequently followed by a wailing child who, through sobs, would shout what ever my dad had just shouted. After lord knows how long, we would finally catch her. I would be happy. Dad would be tired. Mom would be embarrassed. She was a little shit in times like that, but we loved her. She also provided some amazing entertainment.

 

The three of us would chase each other through the neighborhood... not by choice...

 

So this next story happened when I was quite young, but still makes me laugh when ever I tell it or hear the story. I first have to tell you about my Aunt (my dad's sister) who had come for a visit. She had rheumatoid arthritis and required assistance in most aspects of her daily life. Walking was no exception. She was not as steady as you or I would be and was more prone to falling than the average person. That being said, you also need to know that Lucy loved to run really really fast around the outer perimeter of the yard. She would take multiple laps without stopping. I don't know how else to describe it, but it was hilarious (Elvis does a similar thing in the house! Sooo funny!).  Well if you are smart, you can probably put 2 and 2 together, but let me help those of you that are a little slower. My Aunt and Uncle decided to stop by for a visit and the were entering our yard. Lucy got really excited so she began to take her speedy laps around the yard. My aunt was walking in front of my uncle and when Lucy raced by her at the speed of light, she was startled and began her decent. Yep, she began to fall over. But due to the arthritis, she couldn't really brace herself so she fell like an old, dead tree! She landed on her side and could not get up. Before anyone had the chance to help her up, Lucy completed her laps and was so excited to see my aunt that she ran and stood on top of her like a mountain lion. Yeah. She stood on top of her, like she had just won a prize and was wagging her tail. She was just so happy that someone had come down to her level to play with her! Now, my mom was utterly shocked, mortified, and appalled. What did dad do? You guessed it! He started laughing! Ah, the king of inappropriate laughter! (Now you know where I get it!). You may be wondering about my uncle. Well, he started laughing, too! What else COULD he do, but laugh? Well, in retrospect he could have helped her up faster. When mom tells the story, she says that Aunt Marie was laying on the ground for a while. All I can think is, well YEAH she was laying there for a while! Everyone was too busy laughing at her!! Eventually my dad and my uncle helped her up. Of course they were laughing the entire time, but Lucy wasn't on top of her anymore and she wasn't on the ground. All in all it left us with a great story! Oh yeah, Aunt Marie was just fine, too! I wish we had pictures of that day! Lucy was a source of entertainment if nothing else!

My rendition of what went down that day! (I'm not good with paint on my computer- DON'T JUDGE ME!)

So there you go folks! A wonderful story to pass along to all your friends! I hope you have enjoyed reading these stories as much as I have enjoyed sharing them with you! As always, I thank you for taking the time to read what I write! Also, I am more than willing to cover any topics that you would like to suggest!! AND for those of you that would like to share these stories, I have added a "Share" gadget on the bottom of all my blogs, so click that button to share this on facebook and/or twitter! Thanks my little pinkettes!

Two little shits for the price of one!

Let's go COW tipping!

Hello all! Have you missed me? Probs not... My last blog was kind of a flop... I am beginning to think I am uninteresting!! But that isn't the case, is it? Is it because you want me to air more of my dirty laundry?? How about some more super secret things that I don't tell ANYONE?? Yeah? Have I got your attention now? Well, I guess that is what I am being FORCED to write about! ;) Not that I mind or anything!

So lets see.... what could I possibly tell you about me that you don't already know? Here are a few things:

1.) I am a super famous celebrity (in my head), and when I go out in public I often wonder why there aren't more paparazzi following me.

2.) No one has ever gotten me flowers and I wonder why. At this point I would settle for a single flower (pink carnations are my favorite **hint hint**)

3.) I'm afraid I will end up alone, and won't have any children.

4.) As hard as I try, I just can't seem to stop thinking about you and wonder if you ever think of me (do you know who you are?)

5.) I get nervous before doing anything. I should own a portion of stock in the Pepto Bismol company.... or at least I could be the spokeswoman.

6.) I have regrets, but I can honestly say that I am working on confronting them and making them right.

7.) I harbor jealous thoughts against anyone who lived through the period of 1950-1980. I could actually include the '40's in that but I don't want to seem too jealous.

8.) I harbor jealous thoughts against any female that is lucky enough to come within 5 feet of Zak Bagans.... but that's no secret.

9.) I have a secret desire to become a chef and win Hell's Kitchen... but Gordon Ramsay scares me.

10.) I'm afraid to get too close to people cuz I'm afraid they will leave me... everyone else has, so prove to me that you will stay.

11.) Sometimes I wish I looked as good as I feel. And then there are days I feel like shit and match :p

12.) Are you paranoid? Well, are you? (only certain people will get that ;-) )

13.) Music is my saving grace... I can find/listen to any song  that matches my mood but the simple act of listening changes me at my core. It's like the music speaks to my soul.

14.) I have a reoccurring dream about being in the time period of Little House on the Prairie in which I am outside hanging up laundry and all of a sudden I see a tornado. Everyone else is able to run into the house but when I try to run, I can't. It's like my body hit a wall. I don't know what it means... if anyone is a dream interpreter- let me know!

15.) Sometimes I write messages containing my real feelings for people and then delete them instead of sending them.

16.) Sometimes I feel like a disappointment to people. Like I have let them down or not met the standards they have for me. Especially my family.

17.) I admit it.... when I'm home alone, I crank up the music and dance around in heels.... and only heels...... It gets a little awkward now that we have Elvis... pervert.

18.) I have a crush on Zach Galifianakis... in a mountain man sort of way. (Yes I googled how to spell his name)

19.) I rarely feel pretty.

20.) I love when people tell me I'm funny. It makes me feel good knowing that I can make people smile :-)

So there you go.... 20 more facts about me. Some are heart felt while others are lighthearted. I hope you learned something about me and can talk to me about it. I love to hear any feedback from ANYBODY... feel free to leave a comment here, on facebook, or send me a private message. I value each and every reader! Thanks for the support!

Bingo Bango Bongo

Hello to you all! All 2 of you reading this! ;-) I hope you are doing well and are having a great summer. Mine started off pretty crappy but things have most definitely gotten better!! For example, I have a new love! His name is Elvis and he's the bestest doggy in the whole wide world... but I digress.

So a lot of friends and people around have been having momentous occasions in their life such as engagements, weddings, and babies. It made me happy for them, but I must admit- the green jealousy monster certainly rears it's head every now and then. But then again, I like to think and plan (as every girl does- and if you say you don't, you are a dirty filthy liar!) about how these monumental moments will happen for me! And it's not a question of IF, it is a question of WHEN! To be honest, I'm getting very impatient! ;-) But enough whining about being single. As the 4th of July approaches, my window to get engaged is getting smaller and smaller. It is here that I would like to share my ideal story of how I'd like my engagement proposal to occur (now I realize for those of you rolling your eyes that it most likely won't happen this way, but a girl can dream! And what's life without a few dreams? I'll tell you what it is- a pile of shit! So quit rolling your eyes and enjoy it, dammit!!). Here goes! ;-)

It's the 4th of July and  my boyfriend and I have been dating for (insert time period here). We are madly in love with one another and are on our way to watch the fireworks together. We laugh and talk and hold hands as we wait for the fireworks to start. We find a great view on the bridge and he puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me in. The fireworks begin and we "Oh" and "Aw" over the beautiful sight. About half way through he removes his arm from around me and digs in his pocket. I don't notice because I'm obviously enthralled by the fireworks- duh! So then he whispers in my ear nice things that I won't say because my future husband could be reading this and he needs to come up with that shit on his own! I ain't providing the script too! He gets down on one knee, pulls out the ring, I say yes and the people on the bridge around us all clap. The end. My perfect engagement proposal!

So in reality we will probably be sitting in his apartment, he'll turn to me, burp, say "wanna get married?". And after I say yes he'll fart and say "cool baby". Cuz let's face it, my way is kind of over the top. Oh well. When I watch the fireworks next week, this is the scene that will play in my head. At least for a brief moment in time! So there you go. I've said WAY too much and shared more personal details with you than my diary even knows. (That's probably why my mom reads my blog. Cuz it's like an open diary).

Moral of the story: If you have any sexy single male friends that like fireworks (hell, or even lighting things on fire), send him my way! As always, thanks for reading my lovely Pinkettes!

P.S. This picture has no relation to this blog and I do not know this dog personally. But when I googled 'fireworks' this random picture came up. I laughed.

Just a hunk a hunk of BURNING LOVE!!

Well hello there my wonderful Pinkettes!! I hope you are doing well on this fabulous Sunday! Also, if there are any fathers out there reading this, I would like to wish you a very Happy Father's Day! My day has been one of the BEST days of my life and has been 8 years in the making! But before we get to the big moment we have to talk some background stuff first.

As most of you know, my mom is a huge Elvis Presley fan. So much of a fan that not only do we have an entire corner of our house devoted to him, we even have a door hanger with a life size portrait of him hanging on a door in our living room. I was brought up listening to his music and seeing him every where, thus my love has also blossomed for him (although, not nearly as much as mom does). As a birthday gift several years ago, I bought mom admission into Graceland (which, for those of you who live under a rock, is Elvis' home in Memphis, TN). We made our pilgrimage in March and saw his house, cars, jumpsuits, and much much more of his life.

So what does that stuff have to do with my exciting day TODAY?? Well, you will see. Because this journey began several weeks ago. I decided that I wanted and needed a special, furry friend. I had been trying to get my mom to agree to another dog for 8 years. We have been companion-less for 8 years since we had to put down my beloved dog Lucy. Mom always said she wanted another dog but just wasn't ready and didn't know if she wanted to deal with one again. So after having the same conversation about several weeks ago, I set out on a hunt for the perfect pet! After research and consulting with my mom about what she would allow in the house. Well, we decided that I could get a guinea pig! So I began my search for the cutest piggy I could find. I was leaning more toward adoption since a lot of the stores get their pets from mills and I wanted to save a life. So I was doing my research at the humane society website and came across some very adorable piggies that needed a home. Well, my curiosity got the best of me and I clicked on the dogs that needed homes. This was a BAD BAD thing because I loved each and every dog that was looking to be adopted. But one in particular grabbed my attention. He was a 5 year old rat terrier named ELVIS!! Of all the names and this cutie was named Elvis?? How was this little guy NOT living with us!! I showed him to my mom and posted him on her facebook wall telling her that she "didn't have a heart" if she didn't adopt him. Well, long story short, she said what she always did- "NO!". But no matter what I did, or how hard I tried, I could not get his face out of my head. But my mom was right, we couldn't get a dog....... or could we?? I spent multiple weeks thinking and ruminating about the prospects of getting a dog along with my continued research about guinea pigs.

On Thursday I couldn't take it any more and compiled a list of pros and cons applicable to adopting Elvis. I was too scared of getting shot down so I waited until Friday to talk to mom about it. Surprisingly, she was open to the idea and said that she would think about it. On Saturday we were busy running around and then went to my cousin's graduation party so we didn't have a whole lot of time to talk about it. Last night when we got home and were winding down for the evening my mom said that she wanted to talk about Elvis. Slowly and painfully, she dragged the moment out. FINALLY she said that we were going to see him and possibly adopt him! The only down side was that he was no longer at the St. Paul shelter. We had to travel all the way to Buffalo, but mom and I knew it would be worth our time!

So today, mom and I set out for Buffalo, Minnesota not expecting much, but each hoping that Elvis would like us and want to come home where he belonged. When we got to the shelter, there were a few other cars in the parking lot, and other people looking at dogs and cats in their kennels. We approached the desk and asked to see the dog known as Elvis. We were greeted with a smile and showed to him where he was patiently waiting for us. He was wagging his tail and the lady asked if we would like to spend time in a "get to know each other" room. We excitedly agreed and spent a few minutes in the room. We soon discovered that he was distracted by other people and the dogs they had come to adopt so they suggested we take him outside in the garden for a walk. We were able to spend some time getting to know him and falling deeper and deeper in love with him. Eventually, we looked at each other and knew that he belonged with us! So needless to say- I am a proud mommy to a 5 year old rat terrier name Elvis!!! This has been the best day ever!!! He is so cute and well behaved!! He walks well on his leash (although more work can be done, but that will come in time). He LOVES squeaky toys and has been hilarious to watch as he plays and explores. It has been a long day for all of us, but exciting. Right now he is relaxing next to us and getting accustomed to his new home!!! He will be so happy here and we are just so thrilled to have a doggy in our life again!!! I'm sure he will provide me with material to use for future blogs!! Until then, here is a picture of my new baby!!! Thanks for reading!! Elvis says thanks, too!!

I'm a survivor!!

Hello my lovely Pinkettes. I am SO glad that I am here to write a new entry after my experience in the garden today. It was horrifying. I almost died. I was freaking terrified and my life flashed before my eyes..... it was short. I cannot even look at my pretty flowers without reliving the near death experience. So, I bet you are wondering what happened...

It is very difficult for me to write about this as it brings that moment back to mind and is as clear as when it happened. Let's go back to the beginning. Today, my mom and I decided to work in my garden and plant my wondrously beautiful flowers. I set up a little flower pot station in the back yard with all my tools around me and arranged my creations perfectly. I sat on my bucket to begin the fun process of planting and was having a grand old time. I love this time of year because it isn't too hot to do yard work and everything smells so fresh! But back to my story. I was hard at work, minding my own business when I ran out of potting soil. I was making my way toward the garage where the extra soil was.... when IT happened..... I was a step away from the garage when I looked down.... and there it was. A big, no, not big. GIGANTIC, UGLY, LONG, RAPIDLY MOVING snake!!! But before you brush me off and call me a drama queen (cuz yes, I will be the first to admit that when it comes to drama queens, I am the queeny-est!!), you should have seen that thing!! It was all slithery and kinda looked like a fake snake. But it was most certainly NOT a fake snake. It slithered right in front of me (practically over my feet!!). Needless to say I jumped back about 10 feet and proceeded to scream like the little girl I am. No seriously. I screamed. LOUDLY. And my neighbor was out. He probably thinks I'm insane now. Oh well. And all my mom did was laugh. Thanks for nothing mom. It was like something out of a cartoon. I jumped 100 feet and screamed and, lets be honest, almost cried. It was terrifying. I thought it was going to eat me. And I think I heard him mumble something antisemitic as he slithered away. I am afraid he is going to come back, slither up the side of my house, shimmy open my window, slither over to my bed and EAT ME!!! It IS possible people!! Watch Dateline! That shit can happen!!

Plus he looked like he was ready to strike and drain all my blood. Not unlike this:

SICK!!!!!

So obviously I am able to look back and laugh about it now, but at that moment in time I was fearful for my life. I am deathly afraid of snakes (me and Zak Bagans have that in common!!). I am just glad I didn't pee my pants, and if you have read my other blogs you know that was a high probability!! So that was my near death experience for the day! I was soon recovering with some retail therapy at DSW and Michael's where I got some awesome stuff! Two pairs of sandals and some new painting gear! OH! And a new Gone With the Wind poster!!! Best way to spend my new found zest for life! ;-)

As always, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Hopefully now that I have less school work to do, I will be able to write more entries!! My goal is AT LEAST one per week!! Thanks!!

These Memories Are Playing Like A Film Without Sound

"So we talked all night about the rest of our lives. Where we're gonna be when we turn 25. I keep thinking times will never change. I keep on thinking things will always be the same. But when we leave this year we won't be coming back. No more hanging out cuz we're on a different track. And if ya got something that you need to say, you better say it right now cuz you don't have another day" ~Graduation by Vitamin C

Yes! Graduation is right around the corner. Literally, right there- Sunday May 22nd. That's in 3 days! The approaching release has had me thinking and, dare I say it- REFLECTING on my past 4 years in college. Damn you, St. Kate's nursing program for making me reflect! I always knew this day would come, but I hadn't anticipated having these kinds of feelings. I thought I would be in a state of pure joy! Joy in completing the nursing program, my preceptorship, and leaving the school years behind me. In my reflections, I have been feeling very different emotions.  As the end crept toward me, I didn't really have time to think about being done. I had numerous projects, papers, and preceptor hours to get done and I had to focus and ensure these things got completed so that I COULD graduate. Now that these projects and papers are done, I have had time to think about things and I realized something very frightening.... I'm actually SAD this chapter of my life is closing. Who would have thought that I would be sad at a time like this! Maybe it's not sadness. Perhaps it's nostalgia mixed with amazement at how fast these 4 years have flown by. Call it what you want, but I can't help but shed a few tears as I sit here remembering my life as a 'Katie'. It makes me sad to think that just as I have made these wonderful friends, both in the Nursing program and not, I am forced to say goodbye as we part to put our very expensive educations to use! I hope we stay in touch cuz you ladies make me laugh so hard (you know who you are- and if you don't then just pretend that you are cuz, let's face it, I need all the friends I can get!). I'm also feeling a bit melancholy because I'm going to miss (most) of the things about college life. Things like wearing sweatpants everyday, staying up late, being able to text a friend saying "Come over" and all they have to do is walk down the hall to get there, and a very special roommate(s). Now I will have to wear actual work clothes, go to bed at a decent hour because I have work, friends will be spread about the state or even country, and I won't be roommates with Lisa anymore. Don't worry, Dee. I will always miss you too, but I'll still be able to visit you regularly.

These past 4 years have flown by and many memories have been had. Thankfully, I can look back and am regret free! Everything I have done has been an honest reflection of who I am and where I want to go. If you are still in my life at this point- congrats! I consider you a true friend. You are so lucky to have such an awesome friend like me! ;-) Whether it was time spent with my lovely sisters of Lambda Sigma Tau or having a dance party with the roommates, I will treasure every moment of my college years. So many inside jokes, dance moves, tears, and laughs have been shared and I am truly blessed that I was lucky enough to make these memories with a lot of you who read this. That's why I want to say thanks. Thanks for making me laugh. Thanks for listening to me bitch. Thanks for understanding. Thanks for being a part of these wonderful memories- either voluntary or paid! ;-) My wish is that when you look back on our memories, you think of them and smile!

After thinking about college in general, I am forced to think about something that has basically been my entire life for the past 2 years. Yes, the dreaded nursing program. Now that I am soooo very close to being done I can shrug and say "Huh, that wasn't so bad" but in reality it really was that bad. Each time I made it through a semester of nursing school I was in a state of amazement and shock that I had made it. I didn't know how, and quite frankly, I STILL don't know how I made it. I am running dizzy and disoriented to the finish line. But I AM crossing it and that's all that matters. I have worked SO hard for this and have wanted this for SO LONG! I am utterly astonished that my dream of being a nurse has finally been reached. It seemed so distant and out of sight just 4 short years ago. I am so proud of myself for being driven enough to reach out and grab this dream by the balls. Mixed in with these feelings of accomplishment are bits of sadness. Sadness because there are certain people that are not here to see me reach the top of my mountain. I know they are proud of me but they really should be here to see me get pinned and walk across that stage in my cap and gown. I was talking to my mom the other day about these feelings and how, yeah, I think it's pretty shitty that my dad isn't here to see me and that I'm sad about it, but I realized that I was more sad that my grandpa isn't here to see me. I know he would be amazingly proud because I am the first member of the family to achieve a college degree. And then there is my great aunt Jane. She should be here too. She was so excited for me to be in the nursing program and was a fabulous support. But I realized something very valuable. If it wasn't for all these people and what they meant/still mean to me, I wouldn't be where I am today. It was these losses, mixed with other experiences that helped me to hear the calling of being a nurse and i was lucky enough to hear it. I'm also lucky because I still have amazing family members that have supported me and encouraged me throughout this journey- especially my mom. When ever I achieved an accomplishment, she was there to praise me and when ever I felt like I couldn't do it any more, she was there to pick me back up and remind me what I was fighting for. I owe her more than I can ever repay, but I can start by saying how much I love her and appreciate the support she has given and I know she will continue to support me in any endeavor <3 <3

So here we are. At the end. But is it really the end? I think it's just the beginning. Sure, one chapter of our lives is closing but, a new one is just opening. Fresh and new and ready for anything. So I would like to say: Congrats to my fellow nursing graduates 2011! We made it! We rock!!!!!! Let's fly!!

"I keep thinking that it's not goodbye. I keep on thinking it's our time to fly" ~Graduation by Vitamin C

The BITCH is back!

What's up my little pinkettes!! The BITCH is back!! Things have been pretty crazy now as the school year is drawing to a close and graduation creeps towards me. There is still a lot to do but I haven't written and have been in dire need to write a new post!! So here I am! Back and BETTER than ever.... well, ok. Just back I guess. So let's get this post a-rollin'!!

I'd like to share some new paranormal experiences that I have had both at home and at school. For a while, all had been quiet on both the home and school front regarding paranormal experiences. But all of a sudden, things started picking up again and I captured the holy grail. Let's start with some of the stuff at home. Now, some of this has been activity that I have not personally experienced and has been told to me by my mom. So if you want to call her a liar- go right ahead. But let me high tail it across the state before you do!  ;-) I have gotten my mom into watching Ghost Adventures with me which led to a conversation about experiences in our very own home. She says that she frequently sees a figure of some sort walking up the stairs. Her chair that she sits in is against the stairs facing a set of french doors with windows in which she can see her reflection as well as the reflection of the stairs. Every once in a while, she says she sees some kind of movement going up the stairs- and no one else is home. DUN DUN DUNNN!!! Very recently she had another experience in which she turned on our space heater and got up. As she was walking away from it she heard a beep. When she turned around, it was off. It has never done this before and it was still plugged in. Maybe the spirit was having a hot flash and needed to cool off! In our discussion of paranormal experiences we were talking about our infamous basement. I told her about how there are times when I go down there where I get the feeling that I am not alone and feel as if someone is watching me but other times I can go down there and be totally fine. She validated these feelings of uneasiness by telling me that she gets the same feelings. She said that there are times when I am at school and she will be down there throwing in a load of laundry and she feels as if she is not alone and that there is someone watching her. She has even looked around the corner thinking that I had come home. Feelings. Trust 'em!

So then there are the experiences at school. I don't even know where to start!! There has been a plethora of new activity, so I guess I will start at the beginning. Well, the roommates and I like watching Ghost Adventures as well and we were discussing what would be cool to see versus what would freak us out. I think that is what started the new occurrences because we had said what we were "comfortable" with seeing. So it all started one day when I was alone in the apartment. I was walking out of my room to our bathroom across the hall. I casually looked down the hall and at the other end I saw a shadow walk into the closet at the very opposite end of the hall. It sort of caught me off guard so I just stood there for a minute trying to wrap my brain around what I had just saw. I shook it off and continued on into the bathroom. I am pretty sure this was Bob testing me for what was to come later. And I must say, nothing would have prepared me for what I would capture. So one morning, I was waking up around 10 a.m. I happened to look at the wall above my closet and noticed that there was a head/face staring at me. Now, of course I did a double take to see if I was actually seeing what was on the wall. I closed my eyes and opened them. It was still there and I didn't know what to do. I reached for my phone which is always on my bedside table and took a picture. Then I got out of bed to try and debunk it and see if it was fake. I walked over to my desk to try and move things around to see if something on there was casting a shadow or reflection. I failed. There was nothing casting the "thing". When I turned around again, it was gone. All of this happened in a span of about a minute and a half. Now, after this happened I walked into Lisa's room and asked her to come in and help me figure this out. We noticed that the sun that was coming in through the blinds was not even on the wall. It was on the floor. Plus- the sun doesn't move that fast for it to be there one minute and not there the next. Want to see the pic?

Yeah, pretty freaky right?! Now, I know that there are some skeptics out there and I totally understand. Sometimes you have to experience it before you believe. But let me tell you, once you wake up to something like this, you are a firm believer. If you look at the picture you can see that where the "neck" is you can see that it isn't on the wall. Also, if you look closely, you can see that it appears to be inside an orb like thing. The picture does not do justice to the "eyes"... or rather lack there of. This was very creepy to see because where the "eyes" were, it was very dark... I hesitate to say that it was black but it was definitely not the wall color but there were no eyes present. I do not think it is a menacing spirit. If it were, I think I would have had different types of encounters thus far. As far as I am concerned, this was just Bob's way of saying that he was there and he had heard our conversation. For a while that was the last I had heard of from Bob. That was until a few days ago. Again, I was alone in the apartment and was just waking up. I knew everyone was gone and wouldn't be back until later that afternoon. I was laying awake in bed, just hanging out before I got up. As I was laying there I heard footsteps inside Lisa's room and it sounded as if she pulled out her chair and then pushed it back in. At first, I thought she was still there. That's when I heard "someone" in the kitchen. A cupboard door opened and then slammed shut. I was confused because I was sure that everyone was gone. So after a few minutes I got up and went to talk to what I thought was Lisa and/or Dee. When I opened my door I was shocked to see that Lisa WAS gone. Confused, I wandered down the hall and saw that Dee was gone too. I began putting the pieces together and realized that I may have been alone, but I was not really "alone". So there you have it. My most recent encounters. I hope you have had your fill for tonight/today. And remember! If you want to stay up to date with the progress of a blog, "like" me on facebook here--> http://www.facebook.com/pages/Blogger-Extraordinaire-Marys-Pink-Ambition/188354237870566

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I want to share another random picture with you. In this one, I am helping my dad set up my new swing set. It is hilarious because the way my dad is and the action I am doing looks like he is laying on the ground telling me not to hit him and I am swinging the hammer to do just that- hit him with it! **disclaimer** I was NOT hitting him with the hammer! Still amusing, regardless!!

As always, thanks for reading and thanks for all the support!! I could also use the support with this little old petition I started to get Zak Bagans as my date for White Pearl. Please sign it so that i can have a SUPER HOT date! ;-) I have included the link here --> http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/zakbaganswhitepearl/

THANKS ALL MY AMAZING PINKETTES!!!!!!!

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BONJOUR my little Pinkettes!!!! Did you miss me??? Because I have certainly missed you!! I decided to take a break over spring break (haha!) and take some time to relax before I began the last home stretch to graduation! You know what they say- absence makes the heart grow fonder! Hope that's true! ;-)

So I have been giving this entry a lot of thought and decided to take the advice of my wonderful sister Megan S. and write about something very close to my heart- the sorority. Now for those of you who are familiar with St. Kate's and me, you know that I have been a member of Lambda Sigma Tau for four years now. It has been a wonderful journey filled with laughs and tears, ups and downs. With anything in life, there are good times and bad, and life in the sorority is no different. But I must say- the good times FAR exceed the bad times.

As I'm sure you can guess, the friends you make in the sorority are life long. The friends i have made are some of the BEST friends I have ever had! In addition, they are not just friends, they are sisters. As an only child it is nice to have 30+ sisters! Seriously though. The friends I have made are always there for me and I can count on them no matter what. They are always there for me and make me smile when I am down. Hell, they make me smile for no reason at all! I love them so much. Not only are they good for a laugh, but I always see one of them while walking on campus. AND you most likely have at least one sister in a class. You are never alone! Sometimes that's good and sometimes.... well.... not always! Haha! I love the fact that I can call them whenever I need something. The same goes for them. We can call or text each other and don't have to be afraid that they won't be there. It's like having a safety net where ever you go. I love them and am so happy that I have them. The experiences I have made with them are priceless! Take for example our spring break get away! On Friday to Saturday, four of us got a hotel room for the night. We hung out, watched movies, played games, went swimming, and had dinner! What a fun time! Many laughs were shared and memories created. There are so many memories that I have made that I can't even begin to share them all here right now.

But with the good comes the bad. Of course, being such a large group, and as a large group of GIRLS, there is bound to be drama. There are most definitely cliques that occur and we don't all like each other. Now, some of the girls have a problem with this but what we need to realize is that--- we are GIRLS!!!! We are never going to be one big happy drama-free group. Sorry, but that's just the way things go! Now that doesn't mean that we can't all be CIVIL to one another!! In my four years in the sorority, I have been a fairly quiet person. Not raising my issues, and keeping my opinions to myself. There are just somethings that I have bit my tongue about for fear of creating waves. There are some things that bother me within the sorority. Yes, we all deserve a chance to share our input, but sometimes people over step the line and try to make their views the views of the entire group. Let others have a voice. Be OPEN to hearing them and stop being mean and cutting people off. We need to be respectful of EVERY person's views and sometimes that gets over looked. I guess I'm just tired to people being overly opinionated when I myself have had opinions but have kept them to myself. But I guess that's my fault. Then again, maybe if the environment was more open, I would have felt more comfortable. It's a game of give and take. We all need to be on the same page and agree on a happy place. In addition, I am sort of disappointed in the fact that not many of my sisters haven't supported me in my blogging journey. I guess that is their choice though. Just kind of crummy to know that you have so many sisters and they don't give two hoots. That's all I'm going to say in the matter. I love my sisters that ARE there are DO support me!! And BOY do they support me HARDCORE!!! Love those girls!!

Over all, my experience has been WONDERFUL and I do honestly love all my sisters. I hope that I can get to know the new members and they get to know me. I am so glad that I have been a part of such an amazing group of girls. They are ma SISTAH'S FO LIFE!!! Luv you guys!!

Thanks for reading and supporting! Don't forget to tell your friends about my group on facebook!! And don't forget- I am still looking for a date for the sorority formal on May 7th. So if you know any single males between the ages of 22-29 PLEASE send them my way!! FREE dinner!!!!! And you get to accompany one hott chick!! Let me know!! Thanks loves!