tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85422432011-09-05T06:51:15.162-07:00It's random, it's cooky, it's like sticking your head into the frozen foods section of a grocery store on a hot summer Texas day...Gooniehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13956815752789077622noreply@blogger.comBlogger561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542243.post-1134966897638909242005-12-18T20:11:00.000-08:002005-12-18T20:39:28.283-08:00

I've had the flu-bug for a week now. *wheezing cough inserted here* I haven't slept all that great due to the fact my nose and ears are stuffed up, I'm coughing, I can't taste a thing, and I'm on medications I can't even pronounce. I missed the majority of work last week and while to most that would seem like a good thing, believe me when I say-it's not. I'm here to testify in person that even

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I recognize that I have failed to write about my family invading our home for Thanksgiving. And while I have some lovely stories of me choking on a piece of turkey and my 83 year old Me-Ma (who was an army nurse in WWII by the way) trying to give me the Heimlich Manuever I'm going to instead discuss a recent advertisement that has intrigued not only me, but some of my readers as well...

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Well, I'm happy to report that my eye is almost completely healed. When the incident first occured I looked like someone who should join up with the circus as a freak act. But as of today, I just look like someone took a red sharpie marker and drew a line around the outside of the colored part of my eye (I'm sure there's a technical term for that part, but I don't have a clue as to what it is as

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So I found my way back. Imagine that. In the past several months I've changed jobs (after working for State Farm for 8 years); got married to my superhero boyfriend (now he's my superhero hubby); moved (despite selling/giving away junk in 2 garage sales we've still acquired more and more STUFF than when we started); went to Canada on a honeymoon (it was amazing and I came back saying eh? and no

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This last weekend was a rainy one. Full of huge drops of water and bitter cold winds that forced those of us who desperately wanted to go to the Ft Worth Zoo to find something else good to do with our time. That's where movies came in to play. The following are some that I had the pleasure of viewing and if you haven't seen them I highly recommend you do the next time your own zoo plans are

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I would like to pose the question which is better: Halloween or Easter Candy? *crams a handful of colored jelly beans into mouth* I'd like to put my vote in for Easter Candy. Without a doubt I feel it's the better holiday for candy. In fact, I think the only Easter candy that makes my skin crawl are those ridiculous Peeps. (Do those actually have a taste to them or is it merely sugar granule

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It's official. Certain things, only happen to me. No, trust me on this. I don't say this in an attempt to gather sympathy, because I'm more likely to get a laugh--I can't help but laugh myself. It's like that section in Cosmo or Vogue or whatever those mags are that have an entire page dedicated to embarrassing moments. I am *that* embarrassing moment, and could keep vogue or cosmo supplied with

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For those who have not yet made the leap from quasi-adult apartment dweller to full-fledged adult homeowner I salute you! Why you ask? Because I think we face more battles than the average American as we fight to make a home in a place not our own and pay the price of 2 or 3 car payments a month to live there. It's tough somedays but there's never a dull moment. We've moved on from dorm life

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Whoever said that nothing in life is free never hung out with me for the afternoon. I love free stuff. In fact, my friends and superhero boyfriend tease me all the time that I can get just about anything I ask for. And while I think that's a major exaggeration , I will tell you that if I see something I like I'm generally not afraid to ask if I can have it. Going out to eat is a personal

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Just some things I thought I'd throw out in the world today:I scored free lovely purple chairs from Starbuck's last year and they just make me smile when I walk past them.I found a very old cassette tape this week from the "Dream a Little Dream" Soundtrack, you know? The one with the 2 Corey's in it? I've proudly been jamming to it all over town this week .I'm growing tired of apartment living

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I'm not sure what the deal is with me and pizza this week but I'm on a further rant about the subject because, as we all know I take beating a dead horse to a whole other level (beat the dead horse til it's revived then beat it again til it keels over). Before I explain the pizza saga I need to provide some background. Me and some peeps decided to hang out Saturday night, go eat dinner and go

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We don't have many guarantees in this life but there are a few things that one can count on for sure. For instance, I know that each and every month my electric bill will be ridiculously high . I know that when I bite into a York Peppermint Patty I will get the sensation of free falling into a swimming pool on a hot summer day. I know that everytime I go out to eat I will inevitably spill

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I would like to address a commercial I recently had the bizarre misfortune to witness on television, this was pre-cable loss of course. Burger King has apparently come out with some new Bacon Ranch Burger or Bacon Ranch Chicken or some meat processed thing--anyway it involves ranch. At first I'm halfway paying attention because I'm not a huge fast food fanatic but the cheesy little song

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The last month has been a wonderful and glorious blur. I will cherish my special moments with The History Channel, VH1 & I love the 80's, Saved by the Bell, & yes, Saturday's with Spongebob Squarepants. Yes, the cable gods have smiled on me these last 30 days and just as mysteriously as these lovely channels appeared so the free hookup has vanished overnight. I'm in a current state of mourning as

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There's no easy way to say this so I'll just come right out and tell you....I had my parents over for dinner Saturday night. To some, the thought of spending the evening with the very people who gave birth to and raised you, taught you how to ride a bike and humiliated you at every formal dance night you ever had isn't such big deal. And it's not really, except that there is never and I do mean

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Sorry I've been scarce, work's been pretty busy and busy means there's nothing funny going on. I took the opportunity on my lunch break to go get my vehicle registered at the tax office. Yes I realize I could have done this online or mailed it in but then I wouldn't get to see and meet the interesting people that I do. So I trek on over there and stand in a line equivalent to the length of people

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You know, I really am a normal girl just trying to make it here in big city Dallas. I'm like Mary Tyler Moore, only my hair's not that great and I don't have any friends named Rhoda but I swear I get in more scrapes and have more random bizarro things just fall into my lap than any other person I know. Case in point, lunchtime. I'd just finished a couple of chapters in a fabulous suspense book

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A question was posed on a radio talk show this morning, if I could take my 10 year old self out to lunch what would she think of me? I laughed at first hearing this but as I ironed my shirt I daydreamed at the idea of sitting down with myself at 10 years old and having a conversation. I think it would go something like this: 29 year old self: Nice to see you're still wearing the same pair of

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It's the start of a new year and therefore folks are running out to get gym memberships where they'll only go twice, stock up on ultraslimtrimjim's only to take one bite and go back to eating all the leftover christmas cookies. Ah, New Year's resolutions. Some will vow to never again pick up a cigarrette only to turn around and ask for a light. Others are merely reflecting on their lives and

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Christmas morning comes pretty early in our home...well, it has for the last 24 years thanks to my kid sister. She typically wakes up at 4:13 am, runs into my room where I immediately tell her to get a clue and go back to bed. She leaves and uses the restroom and heads straight to her casio keyboard where she belts out some medley of Christmas music while singing and shrieking "wake up! it's

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Christmas is a time of celebration. It's the opportunity for this Dallas girl to make the trek up to small town Sherman (which, by the way got every convenience of the big city after I moved away from it 10 years ago). I look forward to spending time with a father who wears flannel shirts and requests the same pair of non-rubber soled house slippers every single year, a mom who's obsessed with

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So I made a trek over to Hobby Lobby on my lunch break to stock up on some holiday gift sacks and wrapping paper, plates, & napkins for next year. I made out like a bandit and upon waiting in what I would call ridiculously long lines noticed a woman in the next line over with 3 kids. I noticed this woman mainly because her little girl was wailing and throwing a fantastic temper tantrum. It was

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I used to think I was destined to do extraordinary things. When I was in 4th grade I was determined to be a writer, work for a newspaper, be the next Lois Lane. After a neighborhood newspaper I published during the Reagan/Mondale election I was quickly put out of business when I ran a pretty scathing article on what a butthead Mondale was...didn't go over too well and apparently some folks were

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It's not attractive but it's necessary. I've been sick for 2 days now. I can't smell or taste which is NOT fun this time of year because there are all sorts of goodies hanging around this office just begging to be eaten and here I am unable to enjoy them! ARGH!!!! The mountain of kleenex on my desk is a dead giveaway that I'm not feeling well. I'm surrounded by nasal sprays, tylenol sinus, thera

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The Trans Siberian Orchestra that is. I got to see them on Friday night and just had a total blast. It's like the Pink Floyd laser show only with out Pink Floyd and there's Christmas music. It's twinkly lights meets rock opera and it's totally great. This was one of my Christmas gifts to my superhero boyfriend and I was glad that he enjoyed the show. (btw, when buying gifts for others it's a

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now that's a great name. I wonder if she'll hyphenate it. I had some friends in school , the girl's last name was Hamm, and the boy's last name was Burger. I always wanted them to get together and get married so her last name could be Hamm-Burger. CHeck back later. I'll be telling you all about my Friday night near Christmas brawl...good times.

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It's that time of year when folks are mad dashing it to malls, Targets, even Walmarts in an effort to find just the right gift for the ones they love. Despite setting a budget for this every single year it never fails that those "extra" folks come up that we must buy gifts for. Be it through the office, church, neighbors, postman, or the paper boy demanding his two dollars (if you didn't get that

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I'd like to discuss the necessity of made for TV movies, mainly why do they exist? Normally I'd be watching football but since none of my teams were showing I had the horrid misfortunate this past Sunday of getting sucked in to one of these poorly made flicks . In it Veronica Hamel pretends to be pregnant in order to keep her military husband from bailing out on her psycho butt and steals a 9

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So I'm dressed nice as usual for work and besides the lingering taco odor due to a lunchtime spill on my shirt I like the outfit. For whatever reason however, I'm having an issue with my stockings. Girls will get this, I'm wearing thigh highs because I abhore panty hose and I don't know if these are just defunct or what but they're brand new and yet they keep rolling down. Just now I got up to go

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I was reading on CNN this morning about a survey which concluded that Leonardo DiCaprio has uttered the cheesiest movie line ever. While Leo has been known to say some pretty ridiculous things in movies I must say I disagree that his line would come in first. I was happy to see what I consider to be one of the WORST lines ever said in cinematic history come in at #2. That fantastically

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I wrote this as I was thousands of miles in the air flying back from El Paso last Friday evening. Thanksgiving was a total blast, probably one of the better ones I've ever had which is a bold statement considering I nearly didn't get to come back home due to my superhero boyfriend and his kitchen utensil incident at the airport security booth. But we'll get to that in a moment. I always get a

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Has anyone noticed that the holiday music playing on the radio is the same song over and over? It dawned on me on my way back from lunch that I'd heard the same song 3 times in an hour just with a different singer. Apparently Karen Carpenter, Chris Isaac, and Bing Crosby are all going home for Christmas, if only in their dreams. It occurs to me that it's like that with most of the Christmas

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The sign read, "Ketchup available upon request". Now, I'm not an avid french fry fan, in fact, unless it's a Chick-fil-A waffle fry I tend to steer clear. Be that as it may, if I order fries I expect ketchup and I don't feel it's my role to ask for it. I'm too busy digging under the car seat looking for spare change to have to worry about whether or not I have to ask for ketchup. And I definately

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The holidays are upon us and with that comes endless parties, family dinners, and the supreme opportunity to say or do something completely stupid. In an on going effort to make the world and the dinner table a disaster-free zone I've come up with some things I feel are important in order to survive the weeks ahead. Know what you're getting into before you go. If you're visiting your

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I love the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Last week I was thinking about Gollum and just his transformation from seemingly sweet hobbit to monster once he obtained possession of the "precious" ring. I mean, the guy strangled his best friend just to have it. What makes someone behave that way and turn so quickly? A greater power that takes hold of your very soul that's what. Yeah, I was thinking about

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It's a totally chaotic society we're living in where bad manners run rampant like children without shoes at the local Circle K. I'm constantly in amazement at the lack of common sense and courtesy that has somehow escaped my non rsvp'ing, no thank you note writing, uncalled for bird shooting in traffic generation. I write very little about etiquette however, the following are a few things I'd

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It's happened to most of us. You're on your lunch break trying to enjoy the savory taste of a Chick-fil-A chicken nugget while sitting in your parked car on a deserted parking lot. You know it's halloween because Michael Jackson's Thriller is on every station including the Spanish one. In an annoyed but determined effort to find any other song but the one that's on you're caught off guard as a

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Well gang, it's the end of another week and I just can't end it without sending serious props to some key folks who've really been there for me this week: My superhero boyfriend--You put Superman to shame, your kindness & loving ways just blow my mind. In the midst of my Electric Tragedy you kept me calm, made me dinner, put gas in my car because I never seem to have any cash on me, and guided

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Ben Franklin supposedly discovered electricity while he was out flying a kite. I think my local electric company is living proof that this really happened because while I'm going on day one and a half with no electricity, they're out flying kites or doing whatever it is that the emergency technicians do while I'm stuck in a very muggy apartment watching what little I had in the fridge go from bad

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Last night I called my parents and for some reason I can't sit still when I'm talking on the phone and what did I choose to occupy my time with while talking to my Pop? That's right folks, the burning candle. I managed to slosh candle wax all over my beautiful pine dresser and mirror and spent the better part of ER scraping it off...to answer the question my parents asked me after the Great 8th

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Sighting: Mother driving her teenage son to school, he's totally picking his nose the entire duration of the red light. Thoughts: It's called Kleenex. It's everywhere and yet no one seems to use it. Not likely to get a date that way dude. Sighting: this is not so much bizarro as it is totally sweet and worth mentioning, an elderly couple holding hands on the Tom Thumb Parking lot. The old

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Well, the 39th Annual Whitesboro, TX Peanut Festival has come and gone. For those of you who missed this small town get together, take heart for it will be back next fall for year number 40. I myself, was one of the fortunate ones who got to live first hand small town life in all its splendour and the following is my own personal account on the event (just in case you missed my stunning interview

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Long, long ago, in a galaxy right around the corner a band of rebels fought out against a disturbance in the force. Something so horrific, so terrible, it makes Luke's Skywalker's quest to hang out with friends in town and collect power converters look absolutely ridiculous. We've got something going on around here it's just almost too bad to mention, that's right, *gasp!* we're running out of

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Well gang, we're surrounded by pumpkins and scary ghouls and goblins, leaves are changing into fall colors and we all know what that means. Yup. Time to start gearing up for Christmas shopping! I must admit I'm eager to begin snagging items here and there for family and loved ones in order to beat the extreme madness of post thanksgiving day sales. Which, comparatively speaking, makes episodes

Gooniehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13956815752789077622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542243.post-1097604676146467122004-10-12T11:06:00.000-07:002004-10-12T11:15:43.196-07:00

According to a spam email I just received entitled Pain is Killing your sister, I can purchase vicodin at an incredibly low and legal price from a guy in Portugal. I suppose I should feel good about the introductory low price. I mean, I didn't know my sister was in pain and if she were I certainly wouldn't want her to be suffering. It's nice to know that I can order such a thing from a guy in

Gooniehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13956815752789077622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542243.post-1097159610286993372004-10-07T07:26:00.000-07:002004-10-07T07:33:30.286-07:00

Well, it's arrived. another year older, I wish I could say another year wiser but that's just hilarious. I feel very blessed to have so many cool friends. I've been overrun with calls and e-cards since 6:20 this morning (yeah, the 6:20 was my parents but still) it makes a girl feel extremely special and very loved. I've decided that I'm not going to do much work today. I'm finishing up my

Gooniehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13956815752789077622noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542243.post-1097078920584558622004-10-06T08:52:00.000-07:002004-10-06T09:15:58.526-07:00

well, the countdown has begun. 29 years ago tomorrow I arrived on this planet. I was remarking last night to my women's community group that I think there was an error however in what country I was born. One of the girls in the group is from Germany and she says that Europe pretty much shuts down work at 6 and on the weekends. Lots of leisure time. Very little work time. HELLO? Does that not have

Gooniehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13956815752789077622noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542243.post-1096987056294528782004-10-05T07:35:00.000-07:002004-10-05T07:50:19.883-07:00

as always, dave puts it all into perspective ;)

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So I make my usual breakfast of champs stop at the Chick-fil-A this morning & upon reaching in the bag for my chicken biscuit, I come across 2 scratch off game pieces, a chance to win a million dollars. Actually, it's a chance to win a trip to the SEC or Big 12 Championship Game and compete for a chance to throw footballs to win a million dollars. Please make note of my obvious disappointment

Gooniehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13956815752789077622noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542243.post-1096666397225727712004-10-01T14:27:00.000-07:002004-10-01T14:35:27.306-07:00

Well gang. It's the end of another week. October has finally arrived, my favorite month of the year...the only month where I will no doubt gorge myself on candy corns til I can't stand to see candy corn again til next October. My good buddy Erik out in Plano just wrote to me and told me he was in search of an instruction manual at work (which leads me to ask why are you working on a Friday

Gooniehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13956815752789077622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542243.post-1096640791036662362004-10-01T07:15:00.000-07:002004-10-01T11:43:32.220-07:00

I looked up pinata in the dictionary and found that translated in spanish it means, "toy created to taunt small children and drive adults to chainsaw addiction". Ok, maybe that's not the actual spanish translation but it is the latin root. I recently witnessed an entire row of pinatas at a store begging passerbys to take them home with the promise to be a safe and great attraction at their

Gooniehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13956815752789077622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542243.post-1096580314658905282004-09-30T14:35:00.000-07:002004-09-30T14:38:34.656-07:00

wow. one minute I'm scarfing cheezeits and jr mints and the next I've created my own wonderful place to record all my thoughts. I finally did it gang, as you requested. I set up a spot in the wonderful world of blogs so that the mass emails can cease. check back soon for my thoughts on how I think pinatas are evil. Too little time to type out why at this moment.

Gooniehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13956815752789077622noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542243.post-1097716454829313742004-09-29T18:12:00.000-07:002004-10-13T18:14:14.830-07:00

Aerosmith's "Dream On" streamed over the airwaves as I downed my taco at lunch, it was followed by Kenny Roger's "Coward of the County" which quickly stifled my inspirational mood & caused me to drop the taco in an effort to change the station. Before that happened however, I was in a state of sports bliss. I found myself, as I always do upon hearing "Dream On", the need to go home and watch

Gooniehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13956815752789077622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542243.post-1097716285765607742004-09-22T18:10:00.000-07:002004-10-13T18:11:25.766-07:00

To follow up on the Great Candle Debacle of this week , the phrase "wax on wax off" has taken on a whole new meaning for me. I want to send a heartfelt thanks to all those who submitted suggestions on how to remove the wax from my sweater. My favorite comes from Erik in Plano who wrote, "Light the sleeve on fire-- it will burn the wax before the threads. Just be sure to blow it out as the

Gooniehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13956815752789077622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542243.post-1097716142466178562004-09-21T18:08:00.000-07:002004-10-13T18:10:07.203-07:00

I'm wondering if any of you knows how to get candle wax off of clothes? And I'd appreciate very little laughter the next time you see me. It's a little known fact that I sometimes possess the mentality and actions of someone around oh the age of 10 or 11. I say this as the left cuff of my sweater is freshly drying the remnants of candle wax that just somehow happened to fly out of the candle

Gooniehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13956815752789077622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542243.post-1096654738368259772003-05-01T11:10:00.000-07:002004-10-01T11:30:25.803-07:00

*I wrote this in May 2003 and it actually ran this past summer in my hometown newspaper* Did I ever tell you how my parent's met? Well, until the age of 10 I was still believing that my Pop rode up on his trusty white steed into a meadow full of beautiful flowers and there she was, my mother, wind in her hair, breathtakingly beautiful, picking those flowers. He then whisked her away off to his

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