I have a new blog that is going to be funner (yes) to follow instead of this TaDa one. I've decided to just make my "Laws of Life" into its own blog. Every now and then I will be posting a new 'law' and the story that it originated from in my past 21 (almost 22) years of living.
http://my-laws-of-life.blogspot.com
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Sunday, October 23, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Is it possible to die from a broken heart?
Is it?
I'm sincerely curious.
Is there some mad chemical reaction that happens inside you?
You feel your chest about explode from the pressure.
You can't see clearly anymore; everything is changing colors.
I'm sincerely curious.
Is there some mad chemical reaction that happens inside you?
You feel your chest about explode from the pressure.
You can't see clearly anymore; everything is changing colors.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Law #3
Roll up your windows before you leave your car over night.
Because spiders WILL slip through the little crack you made to circulate air through your car at night, and they WILL decide to slowly drop down three inches from your face whilst the car is in motion.
(Not too big a story, I know, but it's still true)
(I'm not a good blogger)
Because spiders WILL slip through the little crack you made to circulate air through your car at night, and they WILL decide to slowly drop down three inches from your face whilst the car is in motion.
(Not too big a story, I know, but it's still true)
(I'm not a good blogger)
Monday, March 14, 2011
Law #2
Never ever never ever EVER never wear spaghetti strap shirts in public
So I'm going with my love Eden to Wal Mart. I was wearing this long shrug thing over a spaghetti strap shirt, but before we got out of the car I wanted to sport just the strappy shirt. This is the first time I ever sported this kind of shirt in public so I was a little nervous. Well I had good reason to be on edge about this ensemble choice, because ten minutes into our adventure, we are approached by a fast talker. Not only was he flirting up a katrina-like storm, he was trying to sell us magazines. This was no short conversation mind you (not that we were doing much of the talking). So at the end of his conversation, the creeper gave me his number (no thanks), and we proceeded on our journey. I guess the dude was making his rounds through that whole super store, because we kept running into each other and I wanted nothing more than to just get out.
So I'm going with my love Eden to Wal Mart. I was wearing this long shrug thing over a spaghetti strap shirt, but before we got out of the car I wanted to sport just the strappy shirt. This is the first time I ever sported this kind of shirt in public so I was a little nervous. Well I had good reason to be on edge about this ensemble choice, because ten minutes into our adventure, we are approached by a fast talker. Not only was he flirting up a katrina-like storm, he was trying to sell us magazines. This was no short conversation mind you (not that we were doing much of the talking). So at the end of his conversation, the creeper gave me his number (no thanks), and we proceeded on our journey. I guess the dude was making his rounds through that whole super store, because we kept running into each other and I wanted nothing more than to just get out.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Law #1
Do not eat red Jelly Belly jellybeans
Origin: First semester of college up in Idaho. I had a real hankering for Jelly Belly jellybeans. Praise jesus for Florence's Candy shop. It seemed to be the only place that sold those chewy delicious beans. I walked back to my dorm room to feast upon my prize. I stumbled upon a bright red Jelly Belly jellybean. It was a solid red. Like a fool, I expected it to be a cherry, or apple at least. The second I bit down on that sucker, without warning, my mouth was shot with the spicey disappointing sting of cinnamon! CINNAMON! The picture indicating which flavor the Jelly Belly jellybeans belonged to each bean clearly states that the cinnamon Jelly Belly jellybeans have yellow speckles on them! Did this Jelly Belly jellybean have any yellow speckles? I think not! My tongue is on fire because of this stupid speckless red Jelly Belly jellybean!
Thus: I've decided it's best to just steer clear of red Jelly Belly jellybeans all together.
Origin: First semester of college up in Idaho. I had a real hankering for Jelly Belly jellybeans. Praise jesus for Florence's Candy shop. It seemed to be the only place that sold those chewy delicious beans. I walked back to my dorm room to feast upon my prize. I stumbled upon a bright red Jelly Belly jellybean. It was a solid red. Like a fool, I expected it to be a cherry, or apple at least. The second I bit down on that sucker, without warning, my mouth was shot with the spicey disappointing sting of cinnamon! CINNAMON! The picture indicating which flavor the Jelly Belly jellybeans belonged to each bean clearly states that the cinnamon Jelly Belly jellybeans have yellow speckles on them! Did this Jelly Belly jellybean have any yellow speckles? I think not! My tongue is on fire because of this stupid speckless red Jelly Belly jellybean!
Thus: I've decided it's best to just steer clear of red Jelly Belly jellybeans all together.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
The Many Adventures of Me and My "Daughter"
Quotes of the evening:
"What would Meryl Streep do?"
"She made explosive lasagna!"
We're baking cookies and are thinking about splurging by having more than one cookie="breaking the law":
Daughter: "Meryl Streep wouldn't break the law.."
Me: "Nahh, it's okay to break the law--"
[while setting the last cookie on the tray, it crashes]
Daughter: "--I don't want to break the law!"
"Pshh my car never runs out of gas while it's running--"
Red light. It rumbles. It stopped running.
"Time flies when you're learning how to speak in a french accent"
Large amounts of fun choreographing a snippet of a Mama Mia song for my daughter...1&2&3&4&5&6&7&8!.....I'm really good at counting to eight.
"fELlow,
felloW,
fELlow,
felLOw,
fELlow
felLOW,
fELlow!"
"I hate this word!!"
Good times.
"What would Meryl Streep do?"
"She made explosive lasagna!"
We're baking cookies and are thinking about splurging by having more than one cookie="breaking the law":
Daughter: "Meryl Streep wouldn't break the law.."
Me: "Nahh, it's okay to break the law--"
[while setting the last cookie on the tray, it crashes]
Daughter: "--I don't want to break the law!"
"Pshh my car never runs out of gas while it's running--"
Red light. It rumbles. It stopped running.
"Time flies when you're learning how to speak in a french accent"
Large amounts of fun choreographing a snippet of a Mama Mia song for my daughter...1&2&3&4&5&6&7&8!.....I'm really good at counting to eight.
"fELlow,
felloW,
fELlow,
felLOw,
fELlow
felLOW,
fELlow!"
"I hate this word!!"
Good times.
Friday, February 4, 2011
In the Meantime...
FACEBOOK 101
This journey will be indeed a treacherous one. I am going to be assisting my mom in her education of facebook. Others have helped her through most of it, but I feel I might become the main source of help soon. What kind of a daughter would I be if I refused the responsibility of helping my mother journey through the facebooking world?
In accordance with accepting this task, it is true I have given serious thought to what this will entail of me to do, and I have chosen to move forward. It will indeed be challenging and no, I haven't gone mad. I will now be documenting the progress.
Lessons that I walked the subject through were the following:
How to find your notifications of tagged pictures of you, who "liked" your photos/wall posts/comments, who posted something on your wall, etc...
---> subject grasped this one without difficulty
How to comment on a commented picture.
---> subject was hesitant at first before clicking "comment" after her final remarks, but I'm sure after she posts a few more comments, the submitting of a comment will come with more surety.
This journey will be indeed a treacherous one. I am going to be assisting my mom in her education of facebook. Others have helped her through most of it, but I feel I might become the main source of help soon. What kind of a daughter would I be if I refused the responsibility of helping my mother journey through the facebooking world?
In accordance with accepting this task, it is true I have given serious thought to what this will entail of me to do, and I have chosen to move forward. It will indeed be challenging and no, I haven't gone mad. I will now be documenting the progress.
Lessons that I walked the subject through were the following:
How to find your notifications of tagged pictures of you, who "liked" your photos/wall posts/comments, who posted something on your wall, etc...
---> subject grasped this one without difficulty
How to comment on a commented picture.
---> subject was hesitant at first before clicking "comment" after her final remarks, but I'm sure after she posts a few more comments, the submitting of a comment will come with more surety.
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