Arthur Goes Bye-Bye

Turning the TV off is a great way to get any 5 year old up and moving.

Upon the 4th time asking Jacob to pick up his toys without any response, not even an "okay" or "hold on" or "I don't want to!" Hmm...maybe the child is suddenly deaf??

Not Possible!

The TV was shut off, batteries removed from the remote and entertainment center doors shut. TV no longer existed but Jacob listened and was happy to pick up his toys and even help sweep the floor, although he was worried about how many trips he was going to have to make from the living room to the toy box. "How am I ever supposed to survive?!?!?" he says. LOL. :P

Hookah House

The people at the Hookah House in Lawrence have got to be the nicest people ever. Every time you go in, they always greet you and get you everything you need very quickly, even when there are a lot of customers. It is hard to find good service anywhere but to go to a place 60 or more times and never have a bad experience?? That is just amazing. :P

Library

Who knew that there were over a million books in the public library? Its crazy to think that there is that much of one thing and its all free! Free for anyone who is interested.

Final Project Post

I decided to do my final project over hunger because it is a big problem facing the world today. It is sad to see all the people who are living in poverty today and the starving families and what can be done to help them. I helped with the can food drive where I worked by counting the cans and boxing them up to be taken to the families in need.

You'll shoot your eye out.

Opening email from friends can be hazardous these days.
How is this possible!
Seriously, 4,000 views!?!?!
Gross!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdhOcxX6RrM

If you want to kill someone...you'd better fatten up first.

Apparently, if you are obese, you don't have to go to jail!!

Seriously, jails and prisons don't have the capacity to keep larger inmates so even though if their crime is the same as a skinny persons, they get a lesser sentence.

Just read about the 1/2 ton...Repeat...a 1/2 TON woman who was convicted of the murder of her 2 year old nephew...she is on house arrest. A convicted murderer!

Or the man who was too fat to receive lethal injection because it would be cruel and unusual punishment even though he was convicted of killing 2 people in 1986!! 22 years ago and the debate over the ethical issues of his obesity was still being debated until early October of this year! Guess what? They gave him the injection anyways.

So, the moral of this story...apparently LARGE is in charge.

Copy and paste the link to read for yourself:
http://news.aol.com/article/convict-released-early-due-to-obesity/247498

Apple is ridiculous...

How is it that there is aboslutely no way to sync one iPod with more than one iTunes library?? After about 2 hours on the website and 3 hours on the phone with tards from Apple telling her it was completely out of the question, BB figured it out. It is NOT impossible. And how is it that Apple honestly believes that there is no reason to have this function possible without all this hassell anyways? BB's old computer is a hunk of junk that no longer power's on...BB's news computer is magnificent. LOL.

FU Apple. BB's iPod is now synced with 3 libraries so go check yourself. :)

Haha Apple....haha!

Delete the Bullshit

11/06/08--172 GB music on BB's iTunes.
11/07/08--136 GB music on BB's iTunes.

Jeeze, Brunette Beauty was still carrying around Good Charlotte and Sunday Driver. Thats just wrong..wayyyy wrong!

Bum Fights..with a Dash of Vomit!!

Driving down the street after a long night of walking Mass & festivities at the Hookah House, Brunette Beauty and Tracey happen to be right next to a real live bum fight. 2 guys were trying to fight with this bum dude on 6th and Mass in Lawrence. Preppy drunk dudes were all yelling at the bum about how he shouldn't mess with them because he is a bum and they have to pay for him or some crap. LOL. Bum guy was trying his best to ignore them and go back to sleep on his box but Preppies just wouldn't leave him alone...then came the guy on one of those little futuristic 2 wheeled stand up scooter things. Scooter dude was a little intoxicated and ran right into drunk Preppies. Preppies fell in the street and scooter dude looked really mad, got up from the ground and kicked Preppy #1 in the stomach. Preppy dude just puked all over himself while bum guy laughed and scooter guy rode away, flipping the bird as he passed. Hmm...all this in 10 mins of Lawrence night life.

Brunette Beauty didn't spend her time in the mall this week. There were new things to see and do. She shot a deer! A real live deer...and now its dead.

One less beast to ruin Brunette Beauty's car.

Ha! Bet you never saw that one coming.

Brunette Beauty sits at home, finally off work. Overtime work...the best and worst kind of work all at the same time. Best because you are making way more money than you normally would but while you're sitting there making that money, the only thing you can think about is how you really don't have to be there and that you could be doing all the things that you always miss out on. Hanging out with friends, going shopping, going to the movies or something but no, you're stuck at work.

Finally home, Brunette Beauty has nothing better to do...its only five in the afternoon and nothing good is going on right now. She turns to the tv..there is absolutely nothing on these hundreds of channels to watch. No way is Brunette Beauty going to sit here all day, mindless noise going on with the tv.

Eh..the bubble bath is calling

Tired of school, Brunette Beauty spends the afternoon working her butt off. All that overtime is going to pay off soon. Payday is next Friday and there are shoes on sale. Pacsun is calling her name. New DCs on sale!! Bills are paid and there are shoes to be bought, what could be better than that?

Addicted to green teas, shaken teas, green tea macchiatos, lattes the striking brunette walks through the parking lot full of rusted out, beat up, nasty, ghetto fabulous cars. Wow, her own piece of shit car is practically a Ferrari compared to these death traps. Its friday. Its payday. She knows Mr. Dan at the Barnes and Noble cafe is wondering where she is. Her venti green tea with extra liquid sweetener is getting cold. She was supposed to be there already.

Brunette beauty knows she's late. Stayed up partying too late the night before. Had to get the weeks worth of work and classes and homework and priorites out of her mind and the booze was calling. Mr. Dan is going to be disappointed. Mr. Dan is the gentleman who works in the cafe at Barnes and Noble. Brunette and Mr. Dan have never met officially but Mr. Dan knows that brunette beauty comes in every friday at noon to destress and always orders a venti green tea with extra liquid sweetener. The only person who likes liquid sweetener.

Brunette beauty hurries through the door to the front desk where she collects her paycheck...damn she wished she had direct deposit. Now she runs to wal*mart..the ghetto one. She waits in line, smelling the weed on the person in front of her and the lingering scent of unwashed bodies. She doesn't care, this is the closest check cashing place and her tank is on E. She'll have to get gas before anything else.

Check is cashed, money in hand or rather deep inside the backpack on her back...we're in the ghetto here, purses get nabbed all the time, brunette beauty unlocks her car door and prepares to fight the crazies who clearly must have bribed the people at the DMV. All this, just for a green tea? Yeah, its worth it.

She drives across town nearly rearending some idiot who is in both the forward and the turning lane and still hasn't decided what he wants to do and then almsot running over the poor little man in the power wheelchair thing..."are those even street lega?" she wonders.

Finally at her destination, she politely opens the door for a woman in her mid 30s who just looks at her like she is trash and doesn't even say thank you. Ha! Brunette beauty knows better than that and looks over her shoulder to throw 30 something lady a nasty look...only to find her tripping up in her heels, off the curb and spill her purse all over the road. "Haha 30 something woman, Karma's a bitch," she laughs to herself.

Just when the day is starting to get better she looks at the cafe counter ahead. Where is Mr. Dan? Kevin, a young kid who is in some MIT tech school or something..she never really cared to listen...was at the counter. Kevin makes horrible beverages..brunette beauty would rather drink camel spit than something Keven made. He is nice though so she decides to just order a cookie and chat a bit, trying not to look sad that Mr. Dan is nowhere to be found. :(

When what do you know??? Mr. Dan comes from out of the kitchen or whatever is in that little door behind the counter, venti green tea with extra sweetener in hand.

Brunette beauty is estactic. This is what she waits all week for. She chats with Mr. Dan for a bit while she pays and then and goes to find a table not too near anyone else where she can enjoy her tea and read her book for class. She finds one near the window in the sun.

Brunette beauty has been reading "Three Cups of Tea" for class. Her ears perk up after about an hour of good study time when she hears a velvety voice coming from the counter. "I'll have a venti green tea with extra sweetener," says Sexy nerdy boy in Armani shirt.

Brunette beauty thinks to herself, "hello lover."

Puppet Show

Laying there in bed, all sweet and innocent, you have no idea. You think you're the only one but you're not. You're merely only one of the toys she has collected. She'll keep you around for awhile, for as long as you serve a purpose.

The oldest toy in the collection, you're practically an antique according to her standards. Little do you know, you're hanging on by a string and that string could be cut at any moment.

Mike is one of her many new toys and he too, serves a purpose in her elaborate puppet show. He is her money tree and she doesn't really care. He doesn't know though, that hes in for the ride of his life, for as soon as she gets through with him, his strings will be cut too. He'll lay lifeless on the ground, a ruined puppet with no strings attached, no more purpose to live for.

Kyle is her next victim and soon she'll tie his strings, only to be cut without care later. She'll string him along, her new little puppet, all while laughing to herself, enjoying her game.

She too was once a puppet, one whose strings were not cut, but burnt beyond all repair. She no longer cares for she is now the puppet master. She is the one in control, no feelings, no guilt, just the game. A game that will soon end, when she runs out of strings, and the curtain closes. There will be no more puppet shows, just many lifeless puppets strewn about for others to pick up the pieces and a lone puppet master who has lost all hope for another show.

Too drunk to drive or even stand at this point but still conscious and aware of the surroundings. Three Barbie girls walk into the party, the first was the skinniest and obviously queen bitch as she ordered her two minions around along with her boyfriend. The second, a sweet, shy girl who was terrified of doing anything that might upset queen bitch, followed her every command. Getting her drinks, lighting her cigarettes and carrying her purse, a purse so big she herself could have lived in it if she had wanted to. Then comes the third blond girl.

The room is spinning now, not because of the alcohol but because of all the frustration these girls are causing everyone in the room. Who invited them? Where did they come from? They are screaming at each other trying to get some point across or something and boyfriend is overdue for his bitching so there goes another five minutes. But the third girl, not quite as tall as the others and not so bitchy, is trying desperately to fit in with the crowd...and even her own friends.

Standing there wondering why this girl would be acting so strange when she is just like all her Barbie friends...the idea wonders away while Jenn and Shanea come up to announce their arrival.

Jenn, a tomboy, a friend for years, babbles on about something while Shanea is busy telling the latest of her eye candy adventures. While hearing but not really listening to the girls the third blond girl turns around to talk to someone else. This girl is about 6 months pregnant, Smirnoff in one hand, cigarette in the other and the smell of weed somewhere in the air. Vomiting seems like a good idea now, not from alcohol but from the sheer sight of this...whatever you want to call it, insert words of shock here experience.

Moving to another room, getting away from the pregnant girl. Shanea follows, talking about the car she saw outside, a blue evo. Laughing, thoughts drift towards the escape vehicle. Shanea follows through the living room where there is a child about 3 or 4 years old, sitting on the floor with a coloring book. How odd? Who would bring a child to a party with drunken people and stoners walking around like idiots? Then a guy who seems to be his father comes to get him and carries him in the kitchen.

Shanea keeps following, eager to see who drives the blue evo parked outside. She is shocked when the door opens and even more confused when the door slams shut and all she is left with is the image of her friend waving goodbye.

No longer at the party, thoughts become clearer now. Putting on the too tight harness like seatbelts, now a passenger, or maybe a prisoner of the evo, we drive down the street...anyone want to race?

Looking longingly at the unfinished book on her nightstand, she wonders, when will I ever have time to finish reading this story? It is the last book in the series by an incredible new writer and its an amazing conquest between living life by what you know or throwing away all aspects of familiarity and comfort.

Would Bella be better off in the reality of societal norms or will she be brave enough to go after something that she truly wants but is totally forbidden?

There is a stack of homework and a hefty backpack full of required reading stealing Bella's audience away from her life changing decision.

Until semester's end, Bella has been thrown in the closet amongst the mass of flip flops and other good reads, all curiously adorned with makeshift bookmarks placed right in the middle of their spines.

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