Myspace blog #9

Jul 25, 2006
Farmer Bec!

Ok, so maybe I'm not technically a farmer, I guess I'm just a food grower!

If you don't know, this year, after wanting to do it for some time, I finally had the opportunity to have my own garden. Yes, me, I have a garden!

With the assistance of my parents, I planted myself a garden. Not a little wimpy garden, but a full-fledged garden with corn, tomatoes, okra, onions, bell peppers, green beans (which my groundhog thoroughly enjoyed), watermelon, and cantaloupe! Que Fantastico!

So, I've already picked a couple of tomatoes. I don't eat tomatoes, but I do enjoy cooking with them. I have given some tomatoes away, which all got rave reviews. I also used one to cook, which, not to brag, but I really enjoyed it.

I've picked some onions, which were great, of course. But, yesterday, I picked four bell peppers! Beautiful green bell peppers that made a nice thud sound when I flicked them, thus allowing me to know that they were ready.

Well, I mention all of this to tell you that I'm cooking fajita's tonight for my family!!!! Yes, fajita's with my own tomatoes, onions, and bell peppers! I'm stoked! If only I was a true farmer and had a home grown chicken!!!

I was reading the free organic magazine that you can get at Publix a few weeks ago and it was talking about gardens and how it is good for kids to get involved with gardening because it teaches them discipline, responsibility, and patience. I so believe it's true.

This garden is a lot of work, every morning I have to turn the sprinkler on to water it. In the afternoons I check on it and pull any stray weeds and water the watermelons and cantaloupes because they don't get hit with the water. I have to put sivin dust on it to keep away insects and put a live trap out to catch theiving little groundhogs! So, yes, I do believe that gardening teaches you patiences, responsibility, and discipline.

Yes, I'm so proud of my garden! It's such a wonderful feeling to know that you are responsible for this living thing and that your nurturing and love made it the vegetable it is today!

So there you go, I'm a food grower. Just one more step for me to reach my goal of living on a self-sufficient organic farm one day!

Myspace blog #8

Jul 3, 2006
It's all fun and games until someone breaks their back!!!

So, the annual 2 day 16 mile trip down the Buffalo River was this weekend and only one person out of our group of 10 left the river on a backboard in the ambulance!

Actually, I'm thinking this trip was more like the, 1st day, 2 miles, 2nd day, 14 miles!

For those of you who don't know, I am the official Princess of the Buffalo! It's a hard job, but somebody's got to do it!

The trip consisted of the 3 veterans who have been on all the overnight canoe trips, me, angie, and ben. Then there was Becca, Scott, Byron, Leah, Michael, Kevin, and Jess.

Byron was the lucky duck who was my partner. As soon as we got into the water he told me to only paddle when he tells me to. And let me tell ya, I did not let him forget that he told me that! The funny thing was, is the fact that I was on the UTC crew team, so I know a lot more about paddling boats then I let on that I do.

We were team Rescue 911. I don't remeber how we got that name, but I'm pretty sure that it was because I had the whistle, which I was using continously. I think I blew it at every boat that came by us. Ben told me that after him and Becca flipped in the rapids the first image he saw was not a bright light, but me, running over rocks and through the water blowing my whistle the whole time trying to aid them. Byron, on the other hand, was mad that I bailed out of the canoe and left him to man it through the rapids by himself! But, when duty calls.....I do have to mention though, that team Rescue 911 was shut down after the true emergency involving the ambulance.

Overall, I was just making sure that people were behaving on the river, like, not going too fast, or not being too rowdy. I was also trying to control any traffic jams that we might of encountered. Meanwhile, my friends didn't think all my whistle blowing was necessary and was trying to pawn me off on all the people who we went by.

The whistle was quite handy, it also had a compass and it told the temperature. I don't think it was quite accurate, it said it was 110 degrees in Angie's house! I renamed it the hot-o-meter because it told us how hot we were. I was 110, others were about a 90....

Team Corona, which consisted of Ben and Becca, got their name due to the fact that they had decorated their boat with a corona banner. I preferred to call them Team Bud Light.

There was also Team Coochie, Team Chatty, and Team Vienna/Viagra. After team Vienna/Viagra was put out, and Leah and I took over that canoe, we renamed ourselves Team Second String.

On the second day, Michael changed my name from the Buffalo Princess to The Buffalo River Rampage! I don't understand why though......

We had a great time though on our trip. I probably won't wear any skirts for a while due to the fact that my legs are bruised and scraped up.

So, I'm sure the question is, was an ambulance really called in??? And the answer isYES!!!!

Day 2, about Mile 13, and about 3:00 we stop to jump off some clifts. We've stopped here in years past and this was no exception. By the time we got there, there were a lot of people already jumping off.

Kevin, Jess, and Scott were the only one's who scooted up the hill....I was on the ground trying to work out a deal where I traded a guy a beer for his kayak.

I saw Kevin and Jess jump and was even cheering on Jess. We had jumped the day before off another clift, but it wasn't quite as high as this one. About five minutes later I hear someone say, I think she is hurt. About that time, I looked over and saw Jess and Kevin being pulled to the side by another canoe.

Also, about this time, some people came down an access road on their 4-wheeler. We told them the deal and they ran back to their house to call 911. Luckily, Dr. Angie was there and one of the people who came down on the 4-wheeler was in nursing school. They had Jess stabalized, holding her neck and helping keeping her afloat in the water. About 15 minutes later the Waynesboro EMT people came and put her on a backboard and carried her to the stretchers and off she went.

Well, evidently she somehow hit the water and it caused 3 compressions in her back. She was transfered to Vanderbilt last night and I just talked to Kevin this morning and they most likely will do surgery on her this afternoon. I'm not 110% sure what exactly a compression is, but it isn't a break, but pretty much the same thing. Evidently, whenever she hit the water, the bottom half of her stopped, but the top of her body did not!

Obviously, it was quite scary, and put a damper on the trip. To say the least, I know 10 people who will never clift jump again! So, yeah, please keep Jess in your prayers!

I wish I could just write and write about how awesome this trip was. It was great. I love the water and just floating and hanging out. But, you know what they say....it's all fun and games until someone breaks their back

Myspace blog #7

Jun 30, 2006
It's a great day!

So, today was one of those days where I am reminded where my happiness comes from.

I woke up this morning to realize that I had no water. I couldn't figure out what was going on, but I knew that I wanted to take a shower.

So, I packed up my stuff to head to my parents house to take a shower and about the time I had my bags loaded my sister calls to ask if I had any water. She hadn't had any at her house, so she went to my parents house only to find out that they didn't have water either.

Well, I unloaded my bags and was going to brush my teeth with the trickle coming out of the faucet when I heard a noise coming from my toilet. It sounded like a monster was living in my toilet that had decided to come alive.

As I'm staring at my toilet expecting it to explode any minute, I notice that it is filling up with muggy water and I knew it was a sign that the water was coming back on.

So, I run my water for a while and realized that in fact it was back on. So, I call my sister and she comes over to take a shower and then I take one, which is good because I figured out that I can take a shower at 6:40 and be able to leave my house at my normal time of 7:10! Yay for short hair!

Well, all this time my eye was bothering me and still is, and I really didn't have time to fool with it. I put my contacts in, only to have a horrific stinging pain in my eye! I nixed the idea of contacts and just wore my glasses.

Also, at about this time, I realized that my hair straightner has decided that it wants to die, so it was no good to me.

I leave my house, all the while talking on the telephone, and I put my mail to be sent in my mailbox, but forgot to get my newspaper, which I read everyday at work. And we all know how much I love my newspaper!

As you can see, it has been a somewhat hectic morning, but I'm in the best mood! I was thinking about my circumstances this morning on my drive to work and I became thankful for them. I was reminded that my happiness comes from above, not from earthly things. I don't necessarily need a shower, my hair is still ok without being straightened, and I look just fine in glasses.

I've been very laxed in my relationship with the Lord, and it's these friendly little reminders that show me that he is still in control of my life and He is so much more wonderful than any material things that I might possess.

He is the one that makes the sun rise every morning. He is the one that gives me laughter, smiles, and a happy heart. It reminds me of one of my favorite verses, a happy heart makes the face cheerful!

The saying in Hawaii is, no rain, no rainbow. And if I have to go through rain to see the rainbow, then so be it, and I'll do it!

Plus, how can you be unhappy when you know that tomorrow is the 2 day 16 mile trip down the Buffalo! The Buffalo Princesses are back

Myspace blog #6

Jun 23, 2006
hummm....

So, I feel as if I should write in here, even though I have no clue what to write about. We all know that I'm a blog junkie, it's so much fun.

Today I had my test of Food Stamps.....I'm pretty sure I did amazing! So, quiz me, want to know if you can have food stamps?

There has been something important on my mind lately though. I'm trying to figure out if I can add "ism" to the end of every word and make myself look intelligent by using an unnecessary big word. For example, platonism or ironicism. Actually, now that I spell them out, I'm not a big fan, but nonetheless, they are still fun words to say!

Speaking of intelligent or intelligism. My hair appointment is tomorrow at 11:15, and not last Saturday at 11:15. Note to self. I'll let you all do some deductism to figure out how I realized that my hair appointment was this Saturday and not last Saturday.

Maybe instead of adding ism to the end of words to make myself seem more intelligent, I should just wear my glasses. It never fails, everytime I wear my glasses I am informed that I look smart. So, being the smart, glasses wearing individual I am, I use some deductism and came to the conclusion that every other day when I wear my contacts I look like an idiot.

So, maybe I can nix the ism idea and just start wearing my glasses.

What I am experiencing now is called boredom and probably realizing that you just lost 2 minutes of your life to stupidism that you'll never be able to get back

Myspace blog #5

Jun 16, 2006
Why we should not littler

So, I was informed the other day that I was a hippie republican, but, in my opinion, that contradicts itself. This same above mentioned person said that I wanted to cut down all the trees and pour concrete in there place, and the funny thing is, he doesn't even know that I'm a concrete princess!!

I don't consider myself a hippie by any means, (even though my mom told me I should move to Alaska and live on some dog training farm for 4 months because they recycle everything, and when she says everything, she means everything.....) With the exception of when I lived in my car in Australia, I shower everyday and shave my legs, thus knocking me out of the hippie genre. I just like to say that I am environmentally friendly. With saying that, I would like to urge each and everyone of you not to litter.

A little timeout in my argument to make note of the relavent fact that I love to rebel against wearing shoes. I didn't say that I don't love buying shoes, I just prefer to go barefoot whenever it's appropriate or in many case, possibly not appropriate.

Back to my tidbit, I believe if we didn't litter we could get away with not wearing shoes in public. The thing is, since there is so much litter on the ground, we have to be very aware of what's ahead of us that could cause danger to a barefoot person, like glass or paper (paper cuts in feet hurt)

If we took the extra 7.3 seconds to throw our stuff in a garbage can, or more ideally, recycle our goods, and not toss it on the ground, the sidewalks and streets would be so much tidier, thus the need to walk with your head down in search of little pieces of glass would be cut in half.

Also, if we didn't litter, and we didn't have to wear shoes, then there wouldn't be child labor factories in bangladesh paying children $1.00 a week to make shoes that in turn get sold for $100.

You see, there are benefits to not littering, besides the obvious. So, please, I'm begging you, don't litter because I want to be able to walk down the street barefoot and not have to worry about cutting my foot, because we all know that if I cut my foot and see blood my vasovego syncope might set in.

Wouldn't the world be such a better place. if we didn't have to wear shoes?

Now, once we conquer the not littering, we have to try to work on those spittiers.....

Myspace blog #4

Jun 14, 2006
Too much time to think

So, everyone has these ideas that are "million dollar ideas". But, in reality, we all know that half the time they aren't, but, I have the greatest idea EVER! And no body better steal my idea and patent it before I can figure out how to!

Well, I'm feeling a little under the weather, so this morning before work I went to the Piggly Wiggly to invest in some medicine. After staring dumbfounded at the pitiful selections for about five minutes I decided to be different and get some sudafed quick dissolve strips that are cherry flavored. (I do know how to take pills)

As I'm pulling out of the parking lot of The Pig, I pop one of these contractions into my mouth and as I do, I almost wrecked my beloved car due to the horrific taste that contaminated my mouth!

My question is, why is everything cherry flavored and not a flavor that is customer friendly, like chocolate, or apple, or peanut butter, or vanilla, or cookie dough. I mean, if these companies keep these cherry flavored or dirt flavored medicines then they should put a warning on there stating that it has the potential to cause one to wreck their car when they put one in their mouth.

Ok, so, my million dollar idea is to come up with tasty flavored medicine. Genius...genius I say! This, in the long run, has the potential to cut back on sickness's because people who don't take medicine because it's nasty, will now have no excuse because there will be medicine taylored to fit everyone's taste buds.

Coming next week, the plans for my other new invention, a tent that floats on water!

I'm so freakin' smart, it hurts!

Myspace blog #3

Jun 13, 2006
Scared and Confused

So, I know that I'm not suppose to write in this thing every day, but I feel as if I have so much to say, and since I live alone these days, I don't have anyone to blab constantly too(I miss you Kate)! So, I can write all day long and get it off my mind.

Well, today's entry is a little girly and could be taken as a little materialistic on my behalf. But, it's a blog and I don't care, so here goes.

A little preface: I'm fully aware that there are starving children in Africa who could use my time, attention, and money, but this work of nonsense is dedicated to me and my hair!

Are you ready for this, I hope you are sitting down.....I think I'm going to chop off my hair! ARRGGGHHHH!

I've worked for many years to have long, luxurious hair, but I think I'm tired of it. It could be due to the fact that I haven't had a true hair cut since January. (a girl needs to be pampered more often) I did, however get the wild hair (no pun intended) back in May and chopped off about 2 or 3 inches of my own hair, and in my opinion, it looks pretty good. (I have people to vouch for that as well)

So,yes, this Saturday I'm going to visit the hair guru Amanda at Studio Gaven, who is so smart and talented and made my pink hair dream become reality. I'm worried though that she will be hesitant to cut it as short as I'm thinking about going, but I know that she is a genius and what Amanda says, goes.

Maybe I should just add color to it and I won't need to chop it off, but, it's summer and no matter what color I decide to bestow on my hair, it's going to turn blonde, so, nix on the color until maybe October. I last colored my hair about 8 months ago, and it was a shade lighter than black!

But, also, it's kind of intersting seeing my hair change into the color God gave me. (I can seriously use the blonde excuse and know for sure that it isn't from the box.)

Ok, I type too much useless information, but what else am I suppose to do.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, any opinions on my hair? Actually, I like to go with my gut, which changes like Angie's hair color, so you never know what I might decide to do come Saturday at 11:15....stay tuned

Myspace blog #2

Jun 9, 2006
Some people's children

So, I'm torn on what to write about today. Do I want to write about seeing Skynard last night or about Hippos....Skynard or Hippos, Hippos or Skynard....ok, Hippos wins out.

Are you aware that 9 Australians die every year in Africa from Hippo attacks. This information was confirmed on the wrapping of an Australian panty liner, therefore I know that it is legite.

What the chewy are these people thinking trying to befriend a wild hippo?? This question has been running through my mind for over a year now. Scotty's theory is that Australians have Crocs, so therefore they ain't skerd, and think that a hippo is like a friendly, big dog or something.

Now, don't get me wrong, my favorite quote is 'Don't go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail'. But if it means getting off the path to go pet a hippo...DON'T! I mean..seriously.

But, I'll be honest with you. If I was walking down the street and happen to run into a hippo, I might try to go get my picture with it, but thanks to my sources, I know better. I mean, when Leah and I saw two camels on the side of the Nullabore, we stopped and took pictures, but we didn't try to ride them or anything.

So, the moral of my story is....next time you see a hippo, they aren't that friendly, so don't try to be their new best friend.

Who'd of thunked this about Hippos?

Myspace blog #1

Jun 7, 2006
Hi-Tech Redneck

So, I've learned lately that us young folk are suppose to be computer literate. Well, I do hate to bust some people's bubble, but this girl did not get the memo. To be quite honest, I'm lucky that I know how to turn a computer on, and that is no lie. Five years of college, to no avail.

I have, my friend, gone out and gotten myself a myspace account. QUE FANTASTICO! Unfortunately, to my dismay, that's about all I've done. I can't even figure out how to make my picture come up when you click on my profile, and I even went to the myspace help section, but the button that it tells you to push is MIA on my screen. Just my luck.

One might wonder how someone like me managed to get a myspace account....well....I work for the state. I've actually worked there for less than a month, and in that month I have had a paid vacation and found out that I am getting a raise, but most importantly, I have discovered myspace. So, yesterday, while I was probably suppose to be doing something else, I signed myself up for this.

I tell you that long winded story, to get to this. Any computer genius out there who can help me pretty up my profile page?

Maybe I should stick to wearing pink concrete boots....