CHRISTmas

I hate feeling like it isn't even Christmas. I have been so overconsumed with finals that I haven't really given Christmas a whole lot of thought.
I hate that as you get older, Christmas loses its charm. There isn't that "magical" feeling in the air that makes you stay up all night in excitement waiting for a chance to hear Santa's sleigh.
I hate that people tend to be grumpier. It's supposed to be a season for caring and giving, but so many people are selfish and pushy and self consumed.
I hate that Christmas is so commercialized. Santa this, Santa that. If anyone took the time to spell CHRISTmas, I'm sure they would figure out what Christmas is really all about.

on the other hand...

I love that I better understand the importance of Christmas now that I'm older. It never was about presents or Santa, but about the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ.
I love the feeling I get when I GIVE. As a child (and sometimes as a teen) there is never and opportunity to get things for others. It makes you feel better about getting when you have been giving.
I love that feeling of brotherly love that I feel. It makes me happy when I see others take the time to show love for complete strangers when they don't have to and no one really expects them to.
I love Christmas songs. Not the tacky ones like "Santa Clause is coming to town", but "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" and "Oh Holy Night". It fills me with the spirit and makes me greatful for the birth and life of my Savior.


As I was driving the other day I had an epiphany. It seems strange that I just barely figured this out, but it was good for me. I have been struggling to find a way to make it feel more like Christmas. Although getting presents for others makes it feel like "x-mas", it's only temporary. I want to feel the real spirit of Christmas. So anyway, as I was driving on the very congested freeway, we began merging into one lane. We have all been in this situation. Usually the rule is you let one car in then it's your turn and the car behind you lets one car in and then it's their turn, right? Well this truck behind me let three cars in before he took his turn. I could have thought "oh that was nice" and been on my merry way, but I thought about how that act of kindness showed love for his fellow men, which is the true spirit of CHRISTmas. Doing things for others, and not just normal nice things you would do everyday, brings the spirit into your life. When the spirit is in your life, you become more like Christ and that is what this time of year is about. Remembering the birth, life and spirit of Christ and becoming like him. My wish is that we can take that spirit and make it apart of the rest of our lives and not only let it affect us at CHRISTmas time.

Merry Christmas!

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My Actual Meaningless Life

OK, I'm kind of sick of JUST talking about things that have no prevalence in any one's life. Don't cry Nollie I'll still put meaningless rants up often, I just want to talk some more about my life, since I don't talk to all of my "readers/adoring fans/stalkers" everyday.

I kinda sorta have something like a boyfriend. OK, he is my boyfriend, it's just hard for me to get used to saying it! Every time I say the phrase "my boyfriend" around my friend Nicki, she bursts out into laughter and shouts "Gah! You have a boyfriend!"



So ANYWAY...I guess that's all I really wanted to say. Things are going great with school and life. My boss isn't bothering me as much anymore and I have decent grades. What more could I ask for?

Let's add something random for fun shall we?
An Ohio elementary school was evacuated after a kindergartner brought a grenade for show and tell. They brought in the bomb squad and everything...too bad it was just a pomegranate :P

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missle, sledgehammer, rifle...centipede?

A Malaysian man has been accused of trying to hurt his neighbor with a dangerous weapon — centipedes. Whoa. Now THAT's creative. Why can't all revenge-crazed lunatics think of such a clever way of killing off their neighbors? It provides an entertaining read for the mentally sound citizens of the community and it provokes other CRAZIES to be creative and come up with an even better way to get even, which in turn provides us with even more entertainment. I mean really, guns are sooo predictable. "Oh you killed him? Did you use a gun? Wow, how did I know?"
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Insane people are my comfort in life...

I always love hearing stories about people who are insane, because it makes me feel better about myself. Apparently, A 33 year old woman stole her 15 year old daughter's identity so that she could go to high school and join the cheer squad. Wow. Someone is living in the past eh? She has a felony charge and could possibly go to prison for 13 years! High School had its good points, I'll give it that, but there is no torture I wouldn't endure to keep me from going back. This lady obviously had issues. Either she had a wonderful High School experience when she was younger and wanted to go back and relive it, or she is in major denial about how old she looks. I mean really? Did anyone really believe she was 15?!

On a more random note a 6-foot-tall camel named Moses and his pint-size pony sidekick Coco are missing from a small Texas zoo. Apparently everyone is very upset. I'm sure they just went out for corn dogs or something...
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I'm a Dream EXPERT...............kinda

Unusual dreams are a particularly interesting part of my life. In one dream I was hollering at my two best friends on a cobbled street in London and right in the middle of the dispute, we suddenly became African American. In another dream, I was trying to do my homework at Chuck E Cheese’s but I was distracted due to the presence of Tim Allen at my table. In yet another dream, a co-worker of mine was in the process of helping an aged woman sign papers. The papers unexpectedly flew into the ocean sized pool that was nearby and I jumped in to save them. In the ocean/pool there were, of course, hungry man-eating sharks, but thankfully I was able ride my way to safety with the convenient help of a surf board and an impeccably timed wave. Is there a deep meaning hidden behind these dreams? I don’t really think so. I just assume that I’m mad at my best friends, I wish I was in London, I want to quarrel like an African American, I need more entertainment in my life (supposedly in the form of Chuck E Cheese), I’m stressed about finishing my homework, I’ve watched too many Home Improvement episodes, I’m irritated with co-workers and Shark week was advertised for weeks on discovery channel. Maybe I should write a book – “Dream Interpretations, by a Girl Who Knows Nothing about Dreams, but Has Weird Ones of Her Own”. –According to Sigmund Freud, dreams are heavy in symbolism and often show the true intent and emotions of a human being –

Post the weirdest dream that you have had and I will interpret it!

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Famous People Say the Darndest Things

Let me start by apologizing for my serious neglect to this glorious blog. I have had nothing to do and so much to say, so I guess it's easy to understand why I haven't been able to write in a while. Well, I thought that since none of you care, and yet could have good reason to get mad at me, I would do a comical post for a change. I call it : "Famous People Say the Darndest Things" host: not Bill Cosby

Chris Rock: "You know, you get famous and you work in these weird jobs and you don't have a lot in common with people. But once you have kids, you have everything in common with everybody," he says. (Not only is "everybody" not an actor, but I'm pretty sure not everyone has kids)

Bono: "People thought that having children would chill me out, [but] it made me more angry." (Sounds like their in good hands...)

Dwight Eisenhower: "The world is more like it is now then it ever has before." (wow. That's deep.)

Jessica Simpson: "Is this chicken, what I have, or is this fish? I know it's tuna, but it says 'Chicken by the Sea'." (for the sake of Miss Simpson can we stop coming up with easily confused titles for our food products!)

Michael Jackson: "I'm not Jacko, I'm Jackson... 'Wacko Jacko' - Where did that come from? Some English tabloid. I have a heart and I have feelings. I feel that when you do that to me, it's not nice." (Isn't honesty the best policy?)

Samuel Goldwyn: "A verbal contract isn't worth the paper it is written on." (don't even bother trying to figure it out...)

Canadian Prime Minister, Jean Chrétien: "A proof is a proof. What kind of proof? It's a proof. A proof is proof. And when you have a good proof, it's because it is proven." ("Canada is seperate from the US, because Canadians like to be alone")

Parish Magazine: "We are sorry to announce that Mr. Albert Brown has been quite unwell, owing to his recent death, and is taking a short holiday to recover." (And how is he to recover?)

Basepall Player Pedro Guerrero: "Sometimes they write what I say and not what I mean." (Sorry, we forgot to get a mind reading reporter...)

Beyonce Knowles: "Acting is easier and smoother than singing - it's less drama." (I agree. Your singing is way more dramatic than your acting)

Mickey Rivers, baseball player: "Pitching is 80% of the game. The other half is hitting and fielding." (*His 2nd grade math teacher hangs her head in shame*)

Andre Dawson, former professional baseball player: "I want all the kids to do what I do, to look up to me. I want all the kids to copulate me." (ok, look up that last word if you are unsure the definition...)

Greg Norman, Golfer: "I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother and father." (one two many accidents with stray golf balls)

Cincinnati Times-Star, headline: "Most lies about blondes are false." (I knew it!!)

Ron Fairley, Giants' broadcaster: "Bruce Sutter has been around for awhile and he's pretty old. He's thirty-five years old. That will give you some idea of how old he is." (Wait, how old is he?)

Dizzy Dean, former baseball player:"The doctors X-rayed my head and found nothing." (Did you need an x-ray to figure that out?)


Yes, many of these are quite hilarious. Most of them seem pretty far-fetched, but most lies about famous people are false! Ha ha

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Brought to you by the letter Y

Hi. Do you have a random name that no one can spell or pronounce? You are SOO cool! Either that or your parents are mental. I am so sick of stupid weird names that have excessive y's and n's: Jymarklynn. Real name. I am seriously considering naming my future child that, so that they can be tortured for the rest of their life, but I can't figure out what gender the name is. So we are going to play a little game! It's called Guess the Gender of the Whacked-Out Baby Name! (PS: these are real names given to REAL babies. None of these names were made up by typing random letters on the keyboard). I will post the answers a week from today. Here is the list:


Daemyn, Finn, Annica, Jadon, Penda, Keb, Meige, Rhona, Maj, Broderick, Heloise, Brencis, Mae, Gayora, Makala, Egwene, Pryce, Kellyna, Bairn, Aynslie, Tegwin, Mehina, Miette, Acenzion, Reina, Sarika, Taise, Hazen, Tannith, Toolio,
Beaufort, Shellsea


Shellsea? CUTE!! That's what I'm going to name my next pet lizzard! gag.
Can you believe people really think that these are good names? Please do me a favor and STOP THE MADNESS!! I don't care if don't want to name your kid something "average" or "boring" just don't name them something stupid in return. Look what happened to Kahlil!Whacked out baby names ruin dreams, life and this poor kid.
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Lime Flavored Cancer lips

WARNING! YOUR LIP GLOSS MAY BE GIVING YOU CANCER. No it's not a joke, this is serious stuff. What is it about lip gloss that is causing cancer among 5 Americans per year? It's chemical content? No, the materials inside your gloss wouldn't cause cancer, unless you are using some kind of illegal brand. No, the truth is, the sun's magnification across the gloss is causing people to get lip cancer. The "experts" are comparing putting on lip gloss to putting on baby oil to promote tanning. Gross. Who wants tan lips? Mine would just get sun burned anyway. In an article at ABC News.com it says: "...squamous cell carcinoma (the kind of cancer that makes up 90 percent of new cases of lip skin cancer each year) has a higher risk of metastasis on the lips. That means that it's more likely to aggressively spread if it starts on your lips than if the same kind of cancer appears first on other parts of the skin." OK, that might be true, but is lip gloss really the cancer causing culprit? The "experts" suggest finding a lip gloss that has SPF benefits. So how do you know if your lip gloss is protecting your delicate lips? Well, mine does not come right out and say SPF, but there are some ingredients that are proven to protect your lips that they add in. The only problem is, you have to check it yourself. If you are really THAT concerned go to "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunscreen#Active_ingredients" and you will have an entire list of fun names that you can try to find on the tiny back of your lip gloss tube. I might be digging my own grave here, but I don't really care what my gloss has in it, because it tastes likes limes. I have this suspicion that when I die, it won't be from lip cancer due to the high sheen on my lip gloss, but it's up to you to decide. Live a joyful life of shimmering, tasty lips or live in fear that while your lips taste good, the product YOU placed upon is slowly killing you.
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Male Pregnancy

Ok, so the other day I heard someone say "Male sea horses have babies..." (or something like that) and I was puzzled because I had always thought that the mother sea horse, we'll call her Velma, put the babies into the father sea horse's, we'll call him Franklin, pouch and Franklin just held them there until they were ready to come out. Now that I think about it, I guess that is kinda how it happens with humans but opposite...ask your mom if you don't know...anyway I decided to look it up, and where did I go for my information? You guessed it! Wikipedia! Here is what they say: "[Franklin] can give birth to as many as 2,000 "fry" (haha, giving "birth" to the phrase "small fry"?) at a time and pregnancies last anywhere from 40 to 50 days, depending on the species. When the fry are ready to be born, [Franklin] undergoes muscular contractions to expel them from his pouch." This sounds strangley familiar... "[Franklin] typically gives birth at night and is ready for the next batch of eggs by morning when [Velma] returns." What animals! Isn't one batch of children enough for these creatures?
Of all the things that I could give to men it would be the birthing of children part. We should start experimenting with operations that can give men a pouch, so that we can relax for 9 months before the baby comes and then we take care of them all the time anyway. I love babies, don't get me wrong, but I have the strange feeling that all of mine are going to over 10 pounds...
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Bossy Cow

My boss is a very particular person. This is his subway order every time: 6", wheat, Turkey, un-toasted, provolone, cucumber, carrots, lettuce, bell peppers, a thin line of red wine vinaigrette dressing, salt and pepper, with a bag of baked barbecue potato chips and light lemonade. I mean, I know that people like what they like, but doesn't that seem a little specific to you and slightly random?
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Are you new?

Yes, yes I am. It is a sad thing for me to be starting this blog for a couple of reasons. First, when you start a blog you have to have a "first post" which is lame. No one reads your first post, and no one really cares what you are saying for your first post because it most likely says, "YAY!! This is my first post on my first blog ever!!" And then people laugh at you behind your back because who cares if it's your first post ever? Say something interesting for a change. I guess if you are not a very interesting person no one is reading your blog anyway because they can assume that your blog will be just as dull as you.
Another reason I hate starting this blog is because I am following a trend. A weird one at that. Blogs. Who came up with them? What is their purpose? So that people can rant about whatever they want and people get to read about it? I guess that's a good reason, but you know what Nollie will say? Something along the lines of "why would you?" Or "you weird-o" Or she won't say anything at all, but give me a look that says, I can't believe that you would stoop to such a level and I saw this coming from a mile away. Well the truth is that MissNoel would LOVE to blog even more than me becuase she always has random things to say and loves to rant about random things.
Anyway, I guess all I have left to do is explain to you in three words what my blogspot address means, if you are uncultured enough to not know. TEEN GIRLS SQUAD. I'll post a link to the toon one of these days so you can check it out. Most likely the only people who will read this will already know what it means anyway, so just enjoy the mindless entertainment.
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