After our first day in Orlando we met up with some good friends, Sara Margaret and Sara McCue for supper. Of course we had a few hiccups on the way to supper. One. We realized that every time we drove the Accord above 60 MPH, the roof made a terrible noise. The car ride is made more enjoyable by all of the many toll stops we come to. At some point, while waiting in line to pay the toll, a kind gentleman in the car next to us tells us that our Turtle car carrier is lifting up and air gets between the Turtle and the roof and hence the noise that we hear. Ugh...what shall we do? Well around this time we also realize that we have gone the wrong direction to meet our friends and of course the next place to turn around is 15 miles up the road. Cool. The plus to this is that there happens to be mechanic station at this rest stop (and of course lots of folks selling Indian River Fruit -- by the way, what is that?!?). Aimee is a trooper and finds a mechanic to help us with our Turtle. It is quite embarrassing explaining that you're a group of college girls on Spring Break with a Turtle car carrier. They took the spare tire and put it in the Turtle. Wow, we are cool.
We finally make it to the correct area where we are meeting our friends and Krissie spots a mall. She needed some more Clinique and with some time to kill, we run in the store. Courtney and Aimee chillax in the car. After KB gets her stuff, she and I realize that we have no idea where Anette is. Then we realize we have no idea what Anette's last name is. We fear having to page her "Anette from Finland, please meet your "friends" by the Clinique counter." After a few minutes of discussing this/laughing at our situation/once again laughing at this trip, we spot Anette, head to the car, and head to supper. I think we ate at Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville or something quite similar. We sat outside, enjoyed our friends, and good food. I may or may not have started dancing with a random gentleman.
The day of the fight we drove to the beach to celebrate my birthday. Going to the beach and laying out all day there (or at a pool) is basically second nature for Courtney and myself. In fact, we're looking for jobs where we can get paid to get tan and soak up the sun all day long. Please let me know if you're hiring. I digress... While we love it, the other members of our party did not. Aimee is quite the trooper, and despite her lack of love for laying out and fair skin, she toughed it out pretty well. Krissie wanted to play frisbee and apparently wanted us to be boys (again, see the fight). Also, even though she is super pale she adimately tells us that she doesn't burn and hence refuses to wear sunscreen. A few hours later, I adimately tell her, that yes, she does burn and her red skin is all the proof I need. (We still have this fight from time to time and it never ceases to amuse me.) But if Aimee and Krissie are fair skinned, Anette is a ghost. There is not enough SPF to protect her Finnish skin. Even though she put on the highest SPF known to man, to say that she looked like a lobster was an understatement.
The next day was Aimee's birthday (Yes, we are only a day apart. I'd like to say I'm the older and wiser one, but I don't think that's true. Haha.) Her cousin's friend worked at Disney World and could get all of us free passes to Disney -- the park hopper pass so you can do all 4 parks AND this pass that lets you get to the front of the lines at rides. It was awesome! Now if you had one day to do all 4 Disney Parks, how would you get that done? As it turns out, not everyone would do it the same way. Aimee and I thought that we should pick 2 rides at each park, do them, and soak up as many little things as we could in between, then hurry to the next park to fit them all in. Krissie and Anette thought you should take it nice and slow and absorb as much of Disney as you can, taking lots of picutes and the likes. So picture this: Aimee and I literally running around to go from place to place, Krissie and Anette litterally shuffling 10 feet behind us, and Courtney in the middle being the peace keeper. She's basically the Disney World peace keeper.
Anette loved all American trinkets and purchased several bags of Disney pens, shirts, socks, etc...basically anything with "Disney" on it or a Disney character. She couldn't understand why we weren't buying this stuff. Hilarious. She also loved taking pictures of us near signs and things and having us take her picture next to those same signs. My favorite ride was definitely the Rock and Roll rollercoaster. And I think riding Space Mountain was a personal triumph for me because the other time I rode it, I was 6 and cried the entire time. We finished up at Epcot for the fireworks show. And on our way out of the park that night we all kinda apologized to Anette for being caddy and fighting off and on with each other the whole day. It had to have made her feel awkward, right? Apparently it didn't. Her response to our apology, "Ah. No! This has been the best day of my whole life."
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
National Lampoon's Spring Break Trip: Part 2 - The Car Ride
The 5 of us met in Aiken to depart on this journey. Aimee and I did not have cars our first two years of college. Anette did not bring a car from Finland. Krissie had a car that wasn't equipped to travel more than 2 hours. That left us with Courtney's Honda Civic. Her mom graciously switched cars with Courtney for the week and lent us her Honda Accord, in order for us to have more room. We filled the trunk to the brim and then loaded the rest of our goodies in a Turtle car carrier. We were quite the motley crew. To date, we're the only college kids I know that have used a Turtle car carrier.
Some of us were not in excellent moods. No names have to be mentioned, but I will say that this made for a LONG drive down to Orlando. The most positive memories of the trip revolve around music and food. We listened to every kind of music you can imagine on the trip down there: classic rock, pop, Christian, rap, endless numbers of mixes, and even Ace of Base to make Anette feel a bit more welcome. We were also loaded up with snacks for the long ride down there and most likely gained several pounds from the trip alone.
Anette was basically mute the entire trip, with the exception of laughing every time we said the phrase "Turtle car carrier" and "yeah, I could try that" when we offered her a snack that was new to her Finnish eyes. Homegirl was like a toothpick and devoured gummy worms, M&M's, Skittels, chips, etc. with us like the big girls that we were. Then she proceeded to tell us that Americans ate much more unhealthy than her people. You think? And no American cultural experience would be complete without stopping at fine eating establishments like Crystal Burger. No, I'm not kidding and yes, it was delicious.
I think Aiken to Orlando is about a 7 hour trip. Add in stops for gas and meals, we figured it would take us 8-9 hours. Not terrible. Well after many, many hours in the car, we hit a traffic jam. Now, keep in mind that some trip members were still acting a tiny bit unpleasant. And some trip members were becoming increasingly ancy and hyper. Yes, I'll be honest, I was in the latter category. Back to the traffic jam...we are just sitting still. Going nowhere.
Aimee and I had to go to the bathroom and so naturally we get out of the car to find somewhere to use a bathroom. We are literally walking down the highway looking for somewhere to potty. Of course we see this posh travel bus, and knock on the door. We ask them if we can use their restroom; we are shot down. Can you imagine?!? Eventually, we walk down the embankment and relieve ourselves. On the way back to the car, we see something more ridiculous than our Turtle car carrier. We see a van with a 50 gallon trash can fastened to the top of it, via twine rope, and has their junk piled in it. Yes, that's right, folks, these people made their own Turtle car carrier. When we eventually made it back to our car, our friends were less than thrilled that we'd been wondering down the highway making buddies. (I guess it was pretty unsafe. Oops!)
We eventually get moving again and a few hours later, we are get really close to Grandpa's house. We are tired and ready for bed and looking forward to entering the mecca that is the resort we are staying in for the week. We pass a billboard which prompts this conversation:
Courtney: Summit Acres, huh? G'momma and G'daddy almost moved to one of those Summit neighborhoods in Spartanburg, but they didn't. Instead they added on to their house and call that the "Summit room."
(Aimee starts laughing quietly and then the laughter becomes uncontrollable.)
Courtney: Aimee, what are you laughing at?
Aimee: Well, that's where we're staying.
Courtney, Krissie, EA: What?!?!
Aimee: Yeah, I told you that. Right?
Courtney, Krissie, EA: Nope!
Aimee: Yeah, that's where Grandpa lives. I thought I told you guys that...
Everyone erupts in laughter.
I think to myself: Awesome. This trip keeps getting better and better...
Now laughing and perplexed, we pull into the old folks' complex and try to get our guest pass. We let the guy know that we are guests of John and Jean. The guy tells us there are no people living there named "John and Jean, but there are Jack and Jill." WTF? We take the guest pass and get going. Even more perplexed than we rolled into Summit Acres.
We FINALLY arrive to the house and are unloading the car. The story I'm about to tell you makes me laugh just thinking about it and I hope I do it justice.
We set up a system to unpack the car AND the Turtle car carrier. Courtney was unloading the goods, handing them to me, and I'd pass them off to Krissie, Aimee, and Anette to take them inside. It was going quite smoothly in the beginning. However, Courtney suddenly gets a bit frustrated. She starts pulling out black trash bags taped up from the car carrier and is quite verbose about how she isn't a fan of Aimee packing in these.
Courtney: Geeze. Why in the hell would Aimee pack in trash bags?
EA: (While laughing so hard I may or may not have tinkled a bit.) Court...
Courtney: I mean, its fine if she doesn't have Vera Bradley...
EA: Court...
Courtney: But there is NO reason for this.
EA: Court...stop! (Still laughing so that I can barely breathe.)
Courtney: EA, I'm serious. This is ridiculous.
EA: ANETTE!
Courtney: What? Oh, shit.
EA: Yeah, those are HER bags...
Courtney: Damn it!
Apparently Anette has thick skin.
We get settled for bed. Courtney and I on the pull out sofa in the den. All the privacy one could ask for via a Japanese screen. Krissie, Anette, and Aimee were in the guest room. After our travels a good night's sleep was more than welcomed!
Some of us were not in excellent moods. No names have to be mentioned, but I will say that this made for a LONG drive down to Orlando. The most positive memories of the trip revolve around music and food. We listened to every kind of music you can imagine on the trip down there: classic rock, pop, Christian, rap, endless numbers of mixes, and even Ace of Base to make Anette feel a bit more welcome. We were also loaded up with snacks for the long ride down there and most likely gained several pounds from the trip alone.
Anette was basically mute the entire trip, with the exception of laughing every time we said the phrase "Turtle car carrier" and "yeah, I could try that" when we offered her a snack that was new to her Finnish eyes. Homegirl was like a toothpick and devoured gummy worms, M&M's, Skittels, chips, etc. with us like the big girls that we were. Then she proceeded to tell us that Americans ate much more unhealthy than her people. You think? And no American cultural experience would be complete without stopping at fine eating establishments like Crystal Burger. No, I'm not kidding and yes, it was delicious.
I think Aiken to Orlando is about a 7 hour trip. Add in stops for gas and meals, we figured it would take us 8-9 hours. Not terrible. Well after many, many hours in the car, we hit a traffic jam. Now, keep in mind that some trip members were still acting a tiny bit unpleasant. And some trip members were becoming increasingly ancy and hyper. Yes, I'll be honest, I was in the latter category. Back to the traffic jam...we are just sitting still. Going nowhere.
Aimee and I had to go to the bathroom and so naturally we get out of the car to find somewhere to use a bathroom. We are literally walking down the highway looking for somewhere to potty. Of course we see this posh travel bus, and knock on the door. We ask them if we can use their restroom; we are shot down. Can you imagine?!? Eventually, we walk down the embankment and relieve ourselves. On the way back to the car, we see something more ridiculous than our Turtle car carrier. We see a van with a 50 gallon trash can fastened to the top of it, via twine rope, and has their junk piled in it. Yes, that's right, folks, these people made their own Turtle car carrier. When we eventually made it back to our car, our friends were less than thrilled that we'd been wondering down the highway making buddies. (I guess it was pretty unsafe. Oops!)
We eventually get moving again and a few hours later, we are get really close to Grandpa's house. We are tired and ready for bed and looking forward to entering the mecca that is the resort we are staying in for the week. We pass a billboard which prompts this conversation:
Courtney: Summit Acres, huh? G'momma and G'daddy almost moved to one of those Summit neighborhoods in Spartanburg, but they didn't. Instead they added on to their house and call that the "Summit room."
(Aimee starts laughing quietly and then the laughter becomes uncontrollable.)
Courtney: Aimee, what are you laughing at?
Aimee: Well, that's where we're staying.
Courtney, Krissie, EA: What?!?!
Aimee: Yeah, I told you that. Right?
Courtney, Krissie, EA: Nope!
Aimee: Yeah, that's where Grandpa lives. I thought I told you guys that...
Everyone erupts in laughter.
I think to myself: Awesome. This trip keeps getting better and better...
Now laughing and perplexed, we pull into the old folks' complex and try to get our guest pass. We let the guy know that we are guests of John and Jean. The guy tells us there are no people living there named "John and Jean, but there are Jack and Jill." WTF? We take the guest pass and get going. Even more perplexed than we rolled into Summit Acres.
We FINALLY arrive to the house and are unloading the car. The story I'm about to tell you makes me laugh just thinking about it and I hope I do it justice.
We set up a system to unpack the car AND the Turtle car carrier. Courtney was unloading the goods, handing them to me, and I'd pass them off to Krissie, Aimee, and Anette to take them inside. It was going quite smoothly in the beginning. However, Courtney suddenly gets a bit frustrated. She starts pulling out black trash bags taped up from the car carrier and is quite verbose about how she isn't a fan of Aimee packing in these.
Courtney: Geeze. Why in the hell would Aimee pack in trash bags?
EA: (While laughing so hard I may or may not have tinkled a bit.) Court...
Courtney: I mean, its fine if she doesn't have Vera Bradley...
EA: Court...
Courtney: But there is NO reason for this.
EA: Court...stop! (Still laughing so that I can barely breathe.)
Courtney: EA, I'm serious. This is ridiculous.
EA: ANETTE!
Courtney: What? Oh, shit.
EA: Yeah, those are HER bags...
Courtney: Damn it!
Apparently Anette has thick skin.
We get settled for bed. Courtney and I on the pull out sofa in the den. All the privacy one could ask for via a Japanese screen. Krissie, Anette, and Aimee were in the guest room. After our travels a good night's sleep was more than welcomed!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
National Lampoon's Spring Break Trip: Part 1 - The Decision
Yesterday's post got me thinking about the infamous Spring Break trip of 2003 and I've decided to do a short series of posts documenting this trip. Hope you enjoy!
Freshman year, my HLP and I did the cool and normal college thing for spring break: a week in a condo with 8 of our closest friends in Destin, Florida. Sophomore year we opted to do something different, yet equally as fun and exciting.
We decided to drive up North with our best friends, Krissie and Aimee. Aimee's grandmother has an apartment and a houseboat in New Jersey. So the plan was for us to stay at one of those places for free and head into the Big Apple for a day and a night. See a play, shop, eat awesome food, etc. We were all pretty stoked.
One day I spotted Aimee on campus and she was with a girl I've never seen before.
EA: Hey Aimee!
Aimee: Hey EA! This is Anette. She's an exchange student from Finland and is going to go to Aiken with us for the weekend [another story] and also go on our spring break trip with us. She'll ride with us and hang out with us some and then stay with her friends in NYC.
EA: Ok...
I go back to my dorm room and honestly, I was kinda pissed. I felt that a decision like that deserved a conversation prior to the decision to bring Anette on our week-long trip with us. However, Aimee has always been the nicer one and so in her mind: why not extend an invitation to Anette? I (eventually) got over it and realized this trip was also going to be a cultural experience. How bad could that be?
Now the winter was especially harsh that year and NJ/NY were having a rough go at it. So Aimee's mom talks to her and suggests that rather than going to see Grandma in NJ, we should go see her Grandpa in Florida. He and his wife, live in a resort, complete with pools, a golf course, and everything we could want for a spring break trip in. Sounded perfect.
When I told my mom we were heading to Florida instead of Jersey she said, "yeah I wondered why the in the hell you'd want to freeze over spring break. And besides, you're a beach girl."
Freshman year, my HLP and I did the cool and normal college thing for spring break: a week in a condo with 8 of our closest friends in Destin, Florida. Sophomore year we opted to do something different, yet equally as fun and exciting.
We decided to drive up North with our best friends, Krissie and Aimee. Aimee's grandmother has an apartment and a houseboat in New Jersey. So the plan was for us to stay at one of those places for free and head into the Big Apple for a day and a night. See a play, shop, eat awesome food, etc. We were all pretty stoked.
One day I spotted Aimee on campus and she was with a girl I've never seen before.
EA: Hey Aimee!
Aimee: Hey EA! This is Anette. She's an exchange student from Finland and is going to go to Aiken with us for the weekend [another story] and also go on our spring break trip with us. She'll ride with us and hang out with us some and then stay with her friends in NYC.
EA: Ok...
I go back to my dorm room and honestly, I was kinda pissed. I felt that a decision like that deserved a conversation prior to the decision to bring Anette on our week-long trip with us. However, Aimee has always been the nicer one and so in her mind: why not extend an invitation to Anette? I (eventually) got over it and realized this trip was also going to be a cultural experience. How bad could that be?
Now the winter was especially harsh that year and NJ/NY were having a rough go at it. So Aimee's mom talks to her and suggests that rather than going to see Grandma in NJ, we should go see her Grandpa in Florida. He and his wife, live in a resort, complete with pools, a golf course, and everything we could want for a spring break trip in. Sounded perfect.
When I told my mom we were heading to Florida instead of Jersey she said, "yeah I wondered why the in the hell you'd want to freeze over spring break. And besides, you're a beach girl."
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
This one's for you, Krissie
I was chatting with my BFF Krissie last night and we chuckled at an old memory of ours. She said, "I don't throw in the towel. I don't do that. You know me. And I think it goes back to Disney World." At that point we both started laughing. A lot.
Here's the deal. Our sophomore year we were in Orlando for Spring Break. I am not kidding when I say I think there could have been a National Lampoons movie about our trip, but that's for another post. Any who, we're in Orlando and our friend Elise drives up from Tampa for supper that night. She brought a friend with her along for the ride. It happened to be my 20th birthday and we cooked supper: chicken pockets, broccoli and cheese rice, and I'm sure there was a vegetable and a dessert. After supper we all headed to some Disney World outdoor shopping pavilion. In case you're thinking about going, I'll go ahead and say, it's not that great.
So at some point while 7 of us are meandering through this less-than-stellar shopping place, Krissie and I get into a fight. It has been brewing the whole trip. She's being distant and to herself, and I'm sure my reaction to her wasn't anything to brag about. The fight goes something like this:
EA: Krissie, what's your problem?
Krissie: What are you talking about?
EA: You've been weird and distant this whole trip.
Krissie: Well...
EA: Well what?
Krissie: I don't know how to do this. I don't do this, EA!?!
EA: (At this point we both start yelling. And there may have been some arm flailing.) Don't do what?
Krissie: EA, I don't like to be friends with girls. I don't know how. Boys are easier to hang out with. And I hate going on trips with girls. Ugh!
EA: Well, I'm sorry. But we're friends. So what are you saying?
Krissie: I don't know how to do this!
EA: Well, are you saying you don't want to be friends anymore?
Krissie: I don't know.
EA: Well, let me tell you something, Krissie. Friends stick it out. They fight and they get over it. So you make up your mind right now. Do you want to walk away? Because if you do, we won't be friends any more. Your call!
Krissie: Ugh!
At this point Krissie doesn't affirm me in wanting to be my friend BUT she doesn't walk away. Let me tell you, the car ride was just as fun as the fight. Ha. But the thing is...she didn't walk away. And we've been good friends ever since. Better friends since then. And even better friends since we graduated. I love that. I love that I can call her anytime and tell her the worst things about myself and I know that she'll still be my friend. And love me. And love me WELL.
And it is probably my most favorite fight I've ever had. One, its really fun to re-enact. Two, I learned a lot.
Here's the deal. Our sophomore year we were in Orlando for Spring Break. I am not kidding when I say I think there could have been a National Lampoons movie about our trip, but that's for another post. Any who, we're in Orlando and our friend Elise drives up from Tampa for supper that night. She brought a friend with her along for the ride. It happened to be my 20th birthday and we cooked supper: chicken pockets, broccoli and cheese rice, and I'm sure there was a vegetable and a dessert. After supper we all headed to some Disney World outdoor shopping pavilion. In case you're thinking about going, I'll go ahead and say, it's not that great.
So at some point while 7 of us are meandering through this less-than-stellar shopping place, Krissie and I get into a fight. It has been brewing the whole trip. She's being distant and to herself, and I'm sure my reaction to her wasn't anything to brag about. The fight goes something like this:
EA: Krissie, what's your problem?
Krissie: What are you talking about?
EA: You've been weird and distant this whole trip.
Krissie: Well...
EA: Well what?
Krissie: I don't know how to do this. I don't do this, EA!?!
EA: (At this point we both start yelling. And there may have been some arm flailing.) Don't do what?
Krissie: EA, I don't like to be friends with girls. I don't know how. Boys are easier to hang out with. And I hate going on trips with girls. Ugh!
EA: Well, I'm sorry. But we're friends. So what are you saying?
Krissie: I don't know how to do this!
EA: Well, are you saying you don't want to be friends anymore?
Krissie: I don't know.
EA: Well, let me tell you something, Krissie. Friends stick it out. They fight and they get over it. So you make up your mind right now. Do you want to walk away? Because if you do, we won't be friends any more. Your call!
Krissie: Ugh!
At this point Krissie doesn't affirm me in wanting to be my friend BUT she doesn't walk away. Let me tell you, the car ride was just as fun as the fight. Ha. But the thing is...she didn't walk away. And we've been good friends ever since. Better friends since then. And even better friends since we graduated. I love that. I love that I can call her anytime and tell her the worst things about myself and I know that she'll still be my friend. And love me. And love me WELL.
And it is probably my most favorite fight I've ever had. One, its really fun to re-enact. Two, I learned a lot.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Truth
Yesterday's sermon was really good. Thought I'd share:
God gets exasperated with us when we forget the heart of the gospel = that we cannot save ourselves and we have to depend on the Lord. Satan tells us we are failures, bad Christians, not good enough, and have blown our faith, etc...basically wanting us to condemn ourselves by having us forget the heart of the gospel. It is not about what we do for the Lord; rather, it is about if we are grateful for what the Lord has done for us. We have been crucified with Christ and therefore it is no longer about us; we don't have to earn His love and favor because He has already given it to us. Often times we think, "if I'm good enough, smart enough, rich enough, etc., then I'll be ok. I'll be right enough for Jesus." But Jesus was right enough for us. It is done.
Does your self esteem depend on yourself or the heart of the gospel? [For example, when I heard this sermon I kept thinking how I was all alone at church and felt super ugly. Because I was so focused on myself.] Galatians 3:3 says, "Are you so foolish? Having begun by the Spirit, are you now being perfected by the flesh?" If we begin in the Holy Spirit, then we are to end in the Holy Spirit, and not by our own human endeavors. We know that God finishes what He starts. When we try to work out God's will on our own strength, we fail. Often times, when we become a Christian, it's all about our faith and the Holy Spirit. But then we continue on to do life and we try to do it ourselves. We tend to worry and forget about Jesus.
It is really easy to take the first step in faith and the second step in personal reliance. In starting a new job, moving, a new ministry, etc. Things get hard because life is hard; the world is not an easy place. In fact, the Christian life isn't hard; it is impossible. It is impossible when we do it on our own. We are only able through Christ.
God gets exasperated with us when we forget the heart of the gospel = that we cannot save ourselves and we have to depend on the Lord. Satan tells us we are failures, bad Christians, not good enough, and have blown our faith, etc...basically wanting us to condemn ourselves by having us forget the heart of the gospel. It is not about what we do for the Lord; rather, it is about if we are grateful for what the Lord has done for us. We have been crucified with Christ and therefore it is no longer about us; we don't have to earn His love and favor because He has already given it to us. Often times we think, "if I'm good enough, smart enough, rich enough, etc., then I'll be ok. I'll be right enough for Jesus." But Jesus was right enough for us. It is done.
Does your self esteem depend on yourself or the heart of the gospel? [For example, when I heard this sermon I kept thinking how I was all alone at church and felt super ugly. Because I was so focused on myself.] Galatians 3:3 says, "Are you so foolish? Having begun by the Spirit, are you now being perfected by the flesh?" If we begin in the Holy Spirit, then we are to end in the Holy Spirit, and not by our own human endeavors. We know that God finishes what He starts. When we try to work out God's will on our own strength, we fail. Often times, when we become a Christian, it's all about our faith and the Holy Spirit. But then we continue on to do life and we try to do it ourselves. We tend to worry and forget about Jesus.
It is really easy to take the first step in faith and the second step in personal reliance. In starting a new job, moving, a new ministry, etc. Things get hard because life is hard; the world is not an easy place. In fact, the Christian life isn't hard; it is impossible. It is impossible when we do it on our own. We are only able through Christ.
Friday, January 22, 2010
The Boob Tube
I had a marathan of TV watching last night...you're welscome ABC.
It started out with The Deep End. I've been excited for this show to air because it looks just like Grey's, but takes place in a law firm, rather than a hospital. And I'm much more geared towards law than medicine. The show did not dissapoint. Sure, it was pretty much identical to the Grey's pilot, even down to the mean character with a less-than-flattering nickname. But I liked the characters and will continue to watch. Thanks, ABC, for making another show I can get addicted to.
Grey's Anatomy came on next and it did not fall short. McSteamy pissed me off, I fell more in love with the post it, and am still hoping things work out for Izzie and Alex. Christina has always and will always be my favorite character and I really like her with Owen, so of course I was stoked when he confronted her in her apartment.
Private Practice was intense. I'm not sure what I would do if I got knocked up right now (at the age of 26) and I sure as hell don't know what I would do if my 15 year old daughter got knocked up. I think Naomi will figure it out. And, dear Cooper, please grow up and realize that Charlotte is good for you. The end.
As if 3 hours wasn't enough, I caught up on this weeks episode of Modern Family. Once again, the show had me laughing out loud. I just love it!
It started out with The Deep End. I've been excited for this show to air because it looks just like Grey's, but takes place in a law firm, rather than a hospital. And I'm much more geared towards law than medicine. The show did not dissapoint. Sure, it was pretty much identical to the Grey's pilot, even down to the mean character with a less-than-flattering nickname. But I liked the characters and will continue to watch. Thanks, ABC, for making another show I can get addicted to.
Grey's Anatomy came on next and it did not fall short. McSteamy pissed me off, I fell more in love with the post it, and am still hoping things work out for Izzie and Alex. Christina has always and will always be my favorite character and I really like her with Owen, so of course I was stoked when he confronted her in her apartment.
Private Practice was intense. I'm not sure what I would do if I got knocked up right now (at the age of 26) and I sure as hell don't know what I would do if my 15 year old daughter got knocked up. I think Naomi will figure it out. And, dear Cooper, please grow up and realize that Charlotte is good for you. The end.
As if 3 hours wasn't enough, I caught up on this weeks episode of Modern Family. Once again, the show had me laughing out loud. I just love it!
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Gone and Done It...
Some of you may remember that I am struggling with AA. I still am. So after much toil and internal debate, yesterday I ordered Proactive. I figured it can't get any worse and there's a 60 day money back guarantee. It should be here in less than a week and I hope it's exactly what I need.
This is the testimonial that pushed me to make the purchase:
"Until the age of 35 I had perfect skin, then came adult acne. The doc had me try various prescriptions, all of them expensive with so-so results. This went on for over 10 years until I finally switched to Proactive. Immediately my skin felt cleaner, lighter, and smoother, and in just a few weeks it was 100% blemish free! In a momentary lapse of reason, I let my Proactive products run out, and sure enough, the lumps and redness came back. Grrr. I won't let that happen again!"
Fingers crossed that it works as well for me as it did for her!
This is the testimonial that pushed me to make the purchase:
"Until the age of 35 I had perfect skin, then came adult acne. The doc had me try various prescriptions, all of them expensive with so-so results. This went on for over 10 years until I finally switched to Proactive. Immediately my skin felt cleaner, lighter, and smoother, and in just a few weeks it was 100% blemish free! In a momentary lapse of reason, I let my Proactive products run out, and sure enough, the lumps and redness came back. Grrr. I won't let that happen again!"
Fingers crossed that it works as well for me as it did for her!
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