tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17833356166698862182011-11-11T06:13:53.051-05:00Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.comBlogger3501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-72548502509398988682010-07-26T23:14:00.004-04:002010-07-26T23:18:45.670-04:00

This is commentary on how the summer seems to have put a lot of blogs, including ours, to a stand-still. I hope all our readers (...and writers) come back after summer's over!

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-46350229580465026212010-07-02T23:56:00.003-04:002010-07-03T00:00:55.518-04:00

I've been taking up blogging duties recently while my sisters have decided they're taking a summer break apparently. I decided to take revenge. And ohhhh, it was a sweet.

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-9407505341252350432010-07-02T23:31:00.002-04:002010-07-02T23:36:41.084-04:00

Hello, all my lovely fans! aka Hello, world!!!!Kidding, kidding.So this summer I have two internships. I think I already mentioned this. And I've been doing a whole lot of work. Well, I've been slacking and haven't posted any of my work up lately. Sorry, guys.Below is a promo I did for a band. It's for a show tomorrow actually. I illustrated it and everything.It's to be used on the web. It was

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-8124075793813908852010-06-29T21:59:00.005-04:002010-06-29T22:26:22.159-04:00

I am a PC.(Scratch that.)I was a PC.Back in the day, I was strictly PC. What was this new apple thing people were always talkin' about? I liked my comfortable Dell and all its familiar things like toolbars and start buttons.But as a student graphic designer, I began to go to the school computer labs a lot and was forced to work with Macs. I was a little frustrated. Where's the start button?!

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-74271221586839415582010-06-27T21:13:00.004-04:002010-06-27T22:09:48.137-04:00

Me and my Petey Bear celebrated our anniversary this past weekend. It was great. He made me this terrible chicken curry dish and we traded gifts. We ended up vegging the whole weekend and rented a few movies. First, I chose this random movie that was just released on DVD. It's called The Road and stars Viggo Mortenson. I scanned the synopsis and it was an apocalypse movie. Me and Peter love

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-72109275934257665392010-06-17T21:48:00.006-04:002010-06-17T22:58:25.607-04:00

Mothers, Mothers, Mothers. What to say about ours? All I can do is shake my head. If you want a visual, she's teeny, has boy short hair, and has a Chinese accent.Tara has recently informed me that the couple times she's asked my mom whether she likes my boyfriend or not, she's said the same thing:"Aw, Peter. He does everything for her. Everything! She needs to learn how to do things for herself!"

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-16034850989910576302010-06-17T19:03:00.001-04:002010-06-17T19:03:39.955-04:00

I was truly lost without LOST.  That show was awesome beyond words.  The ending was perfection...no one better say otherwise or I WILL throw a beet at them!  Anyway, just retiring this LOST tribute banner.  Aren't we cute all disheveled?  We should totally get lost on a island!

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-18947176377364645852010-06-15T23:22:00.008-04:002010-06-16T00:01:30.645-04:00

Recently, I've made the terrible choice of watching Prince of Persia in theater. Why? Well, we went to the theater to watch Karate Kid (My boyfriend dragged me, I swear), but it was sold out. We debated over Get Him to the Greek and A Team, yet somehow we ended up buying tickets for this movie...But I'm not writing this post as a review. I am simply commenting on how movies like this like to

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-61425665230404812322010-06-10T08:43:00.011-04:002010-06-10T10:12:20.696-04:00

Let it be known that I'm notoriously spontaneous and the fact that my boyfriend can also have these tendencies does not help matters at all.I've recently just come back from a vacation at the beach. I saw hermit crabs and suddenly had a romantic idea of owning two little ones with that bf of mine. I was on the fence about it. When I asked my boyfriend if he wanted to get a couple with me he

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-39477788888412903172010-06-03T20:10:00.003-04:002010-06-03T20:11:46.584-04:00

Several years ago, I picked up the first book of Nora Roberts' Three Sisters Island Trilogy at a book warehouse sale.  The trilogy is about three witches whose ancestors created the island as their sanctuary.  However, through tradegy, these witches lost their way and each other.  The first book titled Dance upon the Air focused on the witch who had never been on the island but found herself

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-52937737094917579832010-06-01T20:56:00.000-04:002010-06-01T20:56:12.914-04:00

I am a very faithful and loyal wife.  But I would totally cheat on Huz with Bradley Cooper.  But it's okay.  You see...he's on my list.  Ya know, the list of five celebrities you're allowed to sleep with.  It's from an episode of Friends where Ross, with Rachel's blessing, came up with his own list, which he even laminated. Well, this weekend, Huz said I could have a list too.  It all

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-66075994051872215142010-05-26T23:16:00.004-04:002010-05-26T23:55:48.798-04:00

Yes, I like to add "izing" or "izer" to everything I do. It makes it sound so much cooler.So this summer I got two internships! I'm learning a lot and learning fast. So far I've worked two weeks, and I've gotten a promo card printed! It's for a bar/restaurant that books bands to play for their upstairs. This is a promo card listing the bands playing for the month! I got the prints. This is a

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-42506164283005506622010-05-25T21:10:00.000-04:002010-05-25T21:10:26.955-04:00

Laura is a liar!  She has broken our unspoken vow and left our sisterhood shattered.  Shattered, I say!!  The betrayal, the heartache.  Laura, how could you?  How could you?!?  LAURA LIES! No, seriously, she does.  I am not just making up drama.  Really!  I found out that my dear little sister... ...Brace for it... Tells me what I want to hear...or at least what she thinks I want to hear.  I

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-59420017261054940972010-05-23T18:12:00.007-04:002010-05-23T18:22:26.068-04:00

OMG, Huz just doesn't listen!  He drives me crazy!! But to tell you the truth, he probably says the same thing about me.  I noticed recently that we are terrible at listening to each other.  I get really perturbed by this.  Okay, I guess sometimes I am kinda cryptic, but he should figure it out, right??  I mean, I give tons of clues.  Tehe. Like today, I told him I had to pick my prescription

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-11946904685070532302010-05-22T22:28:00.006-04:002010-05-22T22:51:39.666-04:00

My 4-year-old daughter, Rachel, recently had her first playdate. I have been holding off since my oldest didn't have hers until she was 6 years old and in kindergarten. It just didn't seem fair parading Carmen's playdates in front of Rachel and not allowing her to have any. Well, I called one of her preschool friend's mom and set up a playdate. What was supposed to be a 3-minute

Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299980336274940171noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-53640463281460290382010-05-17T22:39:00.001-04:002010-05-17T22:40:13.704-04:00

I had to share this video.  A 12-year-old boy does it better than Lady Gaga!  And he is a cutie pie.  Watch the girls in the background.  They can't believe what they are hearing.  Greyson is amazing!

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-88888004803900009392010-05-16T21:10:00.000-04:002010-05-16T21:10:13.912-04:00

When people ask me what kind of music I like, I always respond, "bad music."  You know what I'm talking about...top 40s, Britney Spears, ooncha-ooncha-ooncha.  Although I call it "bad," I'm not ashamed.  I love that stuff.  I wanna sing along to words that barely make sense and shake my booty to that beat.  Haha. A couple weeks ago, I thought the airwaves were sorely lacking in some good tunes.

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-90011433489206177282010-05-12T21:19:00.004-04:002010-05-12T21:31:17.769-04:00

I have to say my Mother's Day was uneventful, but that's exactly how I wanted it. I told my girls that the only thing I wanted for Mother's Day was for them to play nicely together. In other words, "Leave mommy alone." I actually spent the day watching movies on TV. First I found "Bridget Jones' Diary: The Edge of Reason," then I watched "My Big Fat Greek Wedding," and finally "The Craft."

Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299980336274940171noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-82388913502138255992010-05-04T14:19:00.001-04:002010-05-04T14:23:48.123-04:00

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-40960750670444326452010-05-04T00:11:00.007-04:002010-05-04T19:55:07.814-04:00

In my last creative writing post, Tara decided to become Hitler again and comment on me and Tina's post titles and their lack of creativity. Well I say OppositeOfHail Hitler! I wrote this poem for one of my last assignments for my creative writing class. I just took my final, so my homework posts are over with! Sorrow. This poem is very personal to me. It's actually a poem I wrote in high

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-33300794835468328762010-05-03T21:22:00.008-04:002010-05-03T21:51:57.281-04:00

Every morning my daughters MUST say goodbye to me before I leave for work. They get very anxious sometimes and rush downstairs afraid that I might've left already. Sometimes they don't catch me and I have to leave a note saying goodbye to them. I especially have to remember the note for my 4-year-old Rachel, who cries when she wakes up and I'm not there. The note makes her feel better and

Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299980336274940171noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-47795747160282486662010-05-03T20:20:00.003-04:002010-05-04T21:39:48.004-04:00

There's a non-handwasher at work.  I run into her once in a while.  She'd be in a stall when I come into the bathroom.  And before I know it, she bolts out of there.  Without. Washing. Her. Hands.  At first, I thought I was mistaken.  Did I miss the running water?  Did she really leave without washing her hands?  After a few more chance encounters, I had no doubt in my mind. My two co-workers

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-74362717568536700332010-05-01T22:58:00.000-04:002010-05-01T22:58:44.165-04:00

I spent a lovely day with Tina and her girls.  I haven't seen my nieces in weeks and gave them hugs that lasted a little longer than they preferred.  Tehe. It's always fun to hang out with them. They are both so weird and silly and of course say the darnedest things.  Rachel, the 4-year-old, was particularly a hoot today Because it was so nice out, we wanted to do stuff outdoors.  So we had a

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-86650572037789925502010-04-29T22:43:00.002-04:002010-04-29T23:44:35.547-04:00

You get a poem, not a post, Explaining why I've been a ghost Fading in and fading out. I'll tell you what that's all about. It's a long story, I fear. I've been everywhere but here. Traveling from coast to coast, I really had no time to post. In San Fran, I practiced law, deposed a man about what he saw. Then, I engaged in odds and ends And had a visit with some friends. I rode the rails on

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-75773872100951372462010-04-26T23:55:00.002-04:002010-04-28T00:02:49.211-04:00

We got two...yes, TWO "Life Is Good" Awards.  Our awesome readers, Ashley from Miss Mayhem and Malou from Toasters and Kangaroos, granted us these honors.  They are both sweethearts.  =)  According to the rules, I have to answer some questions.  What is this?  An interrogation? Ashley asked: 1. How old are you? I plead the fifth.  Haha.  I'm 31 (Cry!) 2. Do you have any tattoos, if so, how

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-33523746596827526262010-04-26T22:42:00.001-04:002010-04-26T22:42:21.037-04:00

I am retiring the Vulcan Sisters heading.  I want to do another one, but I can't think of what.  Any ideas??  I'll think of something...

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-73694415591835754152010-04-22T23:29:00.005-04:002010-04-22T23:43:26.779-04:00

So I'm finishing up a Southeast Asian Art History course this semester and we primarily learn about art in India. My teacher commented on something today that I thought was funny.She said that when they translated Spiderman, the comic book, for India, they had to change the story line, because the Indian people weren't understanding why a boy that's so smart and studious could be an outcast.

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-17749476351242624522010-04-21T22:19:00.001-04:002010-04-21T22:22:58.377-04:00

My photography assignment for this week was to take abstract pictures.  What the heck is abstract photography?  My first thought was objects really close up.  Right?  Isn't that what you picture too? My teacher described it as images in which you can't really tell what it is. Sounded easy enough. I was in San Francisco this past weekend, so I thought it was a perfect opportunity to take abstract

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-84175507281866444392010-04-13T20:59:00.006-04:002010-04-13T21:15:22.344-04:00

I wrote a button poem earlier and I had it workshopped. My class said most of the energy and quirkiness was on top and there was not much to be discovered as you read it, so I edited it. They suggested I give the button character more personality. I just wanted some feedback. Thanks!

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-67907228198840583282010-04-12T22:31:00.006-04:002010-04-12T22:47:48.839-04:00

I made soy sauce chicken and garlic pretzel bites this week.  But not together, if that was what you were thinking.  Separately they were delicious, and I have to pass along the recipes. Crock Pot Soy Sauce Chicken I have been trying to find a good crock pot recipe for years, and I finally found an awesome one.  I turned the crock pot on before I left for work, and it was ready when I got home.

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-68517483865352014372010-04-11T20:14:00.002-04:002010-04-11T20:15:37.334-04:00

I let my turtle roam our backyard today.  Poor guy is always stuck in his tank.  So I gave him a little bit of freedom.  He seemed happy to get out.  But when I first placed him in the grass, he just sat there unmoving.  He's not used to a big wide world.  He was probably experiencing sensory overload--the sounds, the green grass, the bright sun.  But it didn't phase him for long.  Soon he

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-72399978498595350442010-04-06T22:33:00.000-04:002010-04-06T22:33:57.126-04:00

Sometimes Laura sends me inappropriate emails at work.  By inappropriate, I don't mean pornographic or anything.  You dirty minds you!  I mean lots of curse words.  I feel like those things get flagged.  But I don't know.  I can't be too careful though.  I do work in a law firm.  You know lawyers are all about ethics and morals. So she sent me an email about some annoying guy in her class.  She

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-28780321346739644272010-04-04T20:08:00.000-04:002010-04-04T20:08:58.751-04:00

Yes, that's right, mommies and daddies.  Don't kiss your babies.  Because if you do, things are happening that you are totally unaware of.  You are transferring gross disgusting bacteria to your babies.  This article says that kisses on the lips and sharing food can give your baby cavities.  So it's just not candies that are doing it.  Parents across the world are unwittingly passing on

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-62411942244509942662010-04-04T00:09:00.002-04:002010-04-04T00:11:12.773-04:00

I took down the "Na'vi Sisters" header.  I don't know if you guys noticed it, but here it is. It was really fun messing with the header.  So I did it again. You like? Aren't we cute as Vulcan?  I was cracking up while I was doing it.  The hair, the ears, and the vulcan sign.  Haha!! I was thinking of changing the theme every once in a while until I get bored of it.  And every time I take it

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-61946834773769290682010-04-01T21:41:00.005-04:002010-04-01T21:47:21.121-04:00

I am not a prankster at all.  Not because I'm a killjoy.  I always enjoy a good prank when I am not the prankster or the prankee.  I rather just sit in the side lines.  Also, I am a really bad liar.  And I can't stand the guilt that comes with pranking.  Because evitably afterwards, I'll feel incredible guilt.  Even though I know it's harmless.  I can't help thinking that we are making a

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-83949462913908286862010-03-31T22:08:00.000-04:002010-03-31T22:08:33.404-04:00

For my photography assignment, I had to take pictures of my subjects in different lighting.  Because the kids were in the bath and I was quickly losing daylight, I forced Tina to be my subject.  She was so cooperative. And I didn't even have to threaten her or anything.  I presented my pictures to my class this week and was wondering if people would think that I was taking pictures of myself

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-28949275171861597532010-03-30T23:56:00.007-04:002010-03-31T00:34:57.558-04:00

I love that new Black Eyed Peas song called "Imma Be."  I was singing it the other day, singing "Imma be, imma be, imma imma imma be."  Then Huz responded, "Urra be!"  What??  I thought he totally called me a bitch.  But I realized later that he was just calling me a bee...like specifically a honey bee.  Haha.  He is so misunderstood.  I totally am a B!  This is how my rap would go.  You have to

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-53524946570601281262010-03-30T00:21:00.003-04:002010-03-30T22:31:24.767-04:00

I don't know if that is a good thing or not. When I first started this blog with Tina and Laura, I would demand that Huz read it.  It felt nice to have one reader.  So sue me.  Soon he called it homework.  Or was that me?  Haha.  Lately, I haven't really been pressing him to keep up with the blog   Out of nowhere, yesterday he told me he was caught up on the blog and read this post.  After

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-42742810182870940202010-03-28T20:20:00.008-04:002010-03-28T20:36:19.744-04:00

Chef Gusteau here sits on the windowsill in my kitchen.  When I'm at home cooking, he inspires me.  He reminds me, "Anyone can cook!" But sometimes he gives me lip! But he still does it with a smile.  The beautiful bastard.

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-50648048222330011982010-03-27T01:08:00.000-04:002010-03-27T01:08:13.209-04:00

This post is the first post of my new weekly feature on what's in the news.  There's a whole world outside of this blog that I never talk about.  I am learning new things every day.  So I thought I'd share.  And give my appropriately witty or funny comments on the topic. I fell in love with the movie Avatar and would have recommended it to anyone in a heart beat.  But now I'm not so sure

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-78500694148107941462010-03-24T23:40:00.004-04:002010-03-25T00:01:08.500-04:00

I usually write my poems with endstop, meaning each line would end in a natural grammatical part of the sentence. I never really experimented with enjambment, so I tried to do that more in this assignment.We had to write a prose or poem in which something changes fundamentally at least once. Not just at the level of the content but with writing strategy. Here is my poem:I don't want to lie.

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-18113738313516341702010-03-24T19:44:00.000-04:002010-03-24T19:44:20.101-04:00

I absolutely love photography, especially now that I am taking classes.  I've been taking pictures since I was in grade school.  I was the girl who had a camera on me at all times.  (Though not in a fanny pack although that would have rocked!)  I was there to capture every moment...whether people liked it or not. Now with this photography class, I see so much more possibilities.  And it

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-69235167286915420792010-03-22T21:37:00.003-04:002010-03-22T21:50:46.035-04:00

I feel like I owe you an explanation. You may or may not have noticed that I have been absent recently. I have been shirking my blogging duties. My posts on this blog and comments on your blogs have been scarce. Laura has even been picking up the slack (which almost made me die of shock. Haha.) I just want to say it's not you, it's me. I have been kinda preoccupied this past week. I get

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-70074048799622952632010-03-21T15:10:00.010-04:002010-03-21T15:55:50.307-04:00

We continued Laura's Birthday celebration last Saturday. (I realize this post is super late. Sorry!) Isn't she a lucky little girl? For the past two weeks, she was off gallivanting with friends and finally had time for her sisters. We three usually do a shopping/dinner/movie day for our birthdays. But this time, Laura really wanted to do something with our nieces because she missed them.

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-14808638154010624952010-03-20T05:35:00.010-04:002010-03-20T13:33:08.957-04:00

Just like any ol' Joe off the block, I love coffee. It tastes delicious! It's warm, soothing aroma and its creamy, just-want-to-lick-your-mug taste gets me down to the bottom of my soul. Mm-mm!But a few months ago, I've been connecting a couple dots that I never connected before. Once in a while, I'll have trouble sleeping. One time, after a day over Tina's house, I couldn't sleep until 6am. I

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-88974663272142220342010-03-18T22:49:00.005-04:002010-03-18T23:14:53.321-04:00

So I did! I signed up for photography classes. I actually followed through on something. And picked up a hobby. Yay for me! Classes already started and are going well. They are held at a local high school one evening a week. These two men in their 50/60s teach the class and both have an obsession with photography. The one guy carries a camera in his fanny pack at all times. Haha.

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-12756696510937202982010-03-17T20:02:00.005-04:002010-03-17T23:00:59.737-04:00

Yep, you heard what I said. The actor used to make pretty good movies like Family Man, Matchstick Men, and Lord of War. Now where is he? He's grown his hair out, has suave lady's man skills, and can predict the future. It's official. Nicholas Cage is having a mid-life crisis, people! But no need to panic. I'm sure it'll pass eventually.. I hope.It started with National Treasurer. We all

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-4714153879275073562010-03-12T21:21:00.003-05:002010-03-12T23:03:03.627-05:00

This post is in recognition of Laura's birth month. Okay, I should have posted this on her actual Birthday, which had already passed, but I only just thought of it! =pLaura is about 12 years younger than Tina and me. 12 friggin' years. That's a long gap. Her entrance into our lives was surprising to say the least. It changed everything. For the longest time, it was just the three of us--

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-86506186521081527742010-03-11T22:28:00.002-05:002010-03-11T22:37:07.297-05:00

Like most people, as I get older, my taste and preferences change. I like things I used to hate and vice versa. It's most notable in the foods I eat. When I was little, nothing was ever too sweet. Now I can't handle that much sugar at once. In my twenties, I thought the spicier the better. Now I can no longer take that much heat. Come to think of it...maybe at my old age, bland means

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-11261709395342034322010-03-09T22:26:00.009-05:002010-03-09T22:42:22.631-05:00

In recent years, I find myself at fashion crossroads. I wouldn't say I am the most daring when it comes to fashion. But I certainly like to try new things and keep up with the trends. However, at 31, some trends are unfortunately just too young for me (or too old for me, but that is separate topic). Most of the time, it doesn't bother me. However, sometimes, I'll come across a cute shirt or

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-73364997372701142122010-03-08T19:01:00.005-05:002010-03-08T20:14:46.376-05:00

There are so many wackos in the world. You can never be too cautious. Growing up, I didn't live in the best part of town. So my siblings and I stayed indoors a lot. We never ever spoke to strangers. We were never allowed in neighbors' homes. We stayed within a two-block radius of our house, which only included the library, the corner deli, and the train station. So I learned to be careful.

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-77688727828516889882010-03-02T23:13:00.014-05:002010-03-03T00:38:17.115-05:00

When Tina and I were young, our dad was super strict. He wanted us to be studying at any given moment. In actuality, Tina, my little brother, and I (Laura wasn't born yet) would be hiding out in our room, talking and playing...and doing anything but studying. Of course, we had our textbooks in front of us, just in case our dad decided to check up on us. We thought we were so sneaky. But as I

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-40338896639799228272010-03-01T23:03:00.006-05:002010-03-01T23:34:55.520-05:00

I promised Huz I'll be nice to him after the debacle that was his birthday, especially because he bought me an awesome DSLR camera for my birthday and I got him yummy, tasty air. But that promise was hard to keep!! I was given my first test and failed miserably.Huz came down with something this past weekend. He was all sniffley and nasally on Saturday. Later in the day, he began complaining

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-24276292409914210062010-02-25T00:23:00.006-05:002010-02-25T17:10:15.413-05:00

I'm in a Creative Writing class this semester and I have to write a short story or poem every week, so I thought I'd post them. They're really amateur and I know it. But I have no shame and I've been falling behind in my blogging duties. So here goes!My ButtonThere is a button on my jacketnamed Herald Wilkenshire IIII consider him a close friend of mineon account he follows me everywhere I goBut

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-40858610167122429502010-02-24T19:34:00.012-05:002010-02-24T22:58:09.046-05:00

A couple followers had been asking for a Jersey Shore post like forever ago. Laura kept saying that she would do it, but we all know she sucks! This post is way overdue because the first season had already ended. But you can catch marathons on MTV.Anyway, I love this show! It is bad TV at its best. These people are the most ridiculous characters, and I love each and every one of them from

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-45943902999145441222010-02-23T23:21:00.005-05:002010-02-23T23:46:08.366-05:00

I recently developed a random obsession with candles. What am I? In college again?? I never really liked them before. I don't know how it started. I first got one Yankee candle from Bed Bath and Beyond. Oooo, I have a million 20% off coupons. I should use them, I thought. I bought one that smelled like jasmine. And for the next couple of weeks, my house smelled like heaven. Then on Black

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-40587725004019002282010-02-22T21:03:00.007-05:002010-02-22T21:53:34.166-05:00

What the heck were in those brownies, you ask? Real fudge, cocoa, organic cane sugar, and flecks of gold? No, none of that actually. (And no, they were not "special" brownies either. Haha.) I wish I could say I made some spectacular gourmet brownies. But no, they were from a box, and they cost me lots of time and money. In the end, they were totally worth it...okay, not really. But they

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-4659629230467164702010-02-21T17:26:00.006-05:002010-02-21T18:37:30.386-05:00

Huz and I had an awesome date night. They are too few and far between, unfortunately. I was so proud of myself because: (1) I planned the whole thing, (2) we got out of the house, and (3) it was a success! We went out on the town, ate dinner, and caught a comedy show. We ate good food and laughed our ass off. So it was pretty much a perfect night.I heard that John Heffron was in town and was

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-77443282621225534982010-02-19T11:40:00.007-05:002010-02-19T19:50:08.796-05:00

I just finished my first assignment in my Words & Image class this semester. I had to create a cable station and make 5 logos, tying words and image together into one cohesive design. I like children so I made a station especially for them! Polka Dot Baby TV!Enjoy!FYI: I draw all my designs myself onto Adobe Illustrator. No scanning, no tracing. :)And the first two designs are no particular

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-83883754846533211522010-02-18T23:08:00.007-05:002010-02-19T00:53:58.377-05:00

Tina and I were at this recent get-together and saw this guy who we don't really know and rarely even talked to. The first thing he said when he saw us was, "wow, you guys look exactly alike. I can't tell you apart." Then he continued to stare at us like we were a freak show. It was awkward.While eying the both of us, he commented how we had the same exact hair. Um, no, we don't! Then he

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-61381099616196522022010-02-17T20:06:00.008-05:002010-02-17T20:39:24.487-05:00

Google is everywhere. It has taken over everything. It's so huge that it became a verb! It is a search engine, blog host, an electronic map, and photo album/sharer. Now Google is looking to get a piece of the social networking action. Last week Google was very excited to launch Buzz to compete with the likes of Facebook and MySpace. Except there was a hiccup. A huge one. And thus can be

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-11418127214929952452010-02-16T22:05:00.002-05:002010-02-16T22:10:51.027-05:00

Okay, so here's what you've all been waiting for so eagerly. My interview with Tina! She said it was totally awesome so I hope our readers aren't disappointed! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -1. If aliens beamed down to Earth and threatened to kill everyone if you did not offer a sacrifice, who would you most readily hand over?You are not

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-87545023243763182382010-02-15T22:02:00.007-05:002010-02-15T22:28:09.540-05:00

Valentine's Day. A day for lovahs. Huz asked me to marry him four year ago on Valentine's Day. Not because it's a special day for us. But because he knows that I don't really care for it. And wouldn't expect a proposal on that day. That sneaky bastard. Really, I think Valentine's Day are for young or new couples. Not couples like us who have been together for over thirteen years.But don't

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-25860671208172001662010-02-12T22:32:00.003-05:002010-02-12T22:35:26.592-05:00

Readers Beware, what you are about to read cannot be revoked. Side Effects are nausea, stomach cramps, vertigo, explosive diarrhea, temporary blindness, and in some rare cases spontaneous human combustion.Ready or not. Here's my interview with Tara.Tina: What lie can you finally confess to? Or what lies have you told?Tara: I can tell you, but then I have to kill you. Haha. Why do you assume I

Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299980336274940171noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-12094582196035449492010-02-11T20:36:00.005-05:002010-02-11T21:07:58.144-05:00

Just for fun, I gave Tina and Laura an assignment for our blog. As a result, Tina called me the blog nazi. They just don't like it when I order them around. They are not very good minions. Haha. I may suffer for that one.I had the idea that we would interview each other. Ask any ten questions and hopefully get comprehensible and interesting answers. Also, in the process, we can learn more

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-77508608090421095602010-02-09T21:22:00.009-05:002010-02-09T22:24:57.115-05:00

Unlike Tara, who was having a nightmare of a time during the blizzard weekend, my girls and I were enjoying our snow day. Carmen had an idea to make an igloo. Well, with my help, we made a double room snow house with a connecting tunnel. Carmen actually did the one section and I continued on even after both my girls lost interest. Hehe. Adults should get to have fun too. Afterward, I made

Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299980336274940171noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-85637857535053307812010-02-09T10:54:00.005-05:002010-02-10T11:24:29.864-05:00

We would like to thank Miss Mayhem and Malou for the Kreativ Blogger Award! We will now list 7 facts about the 3 Sisters that our readers do not know:1. The 3 Sisters have inside jokes dating back to the stone age.2. Tara has an unhealthy obsession with making sweet kettle corn and Simon Pegg.3. Tina has an unhealthy obsession with Edward Cullen and the game Mastermind.4. Laura has an unhealthy

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-30217169844109999772010-02-07T11:57:00.006-05:002010-02-10T11:32:10.846-05:00

Huz went away on his yearly snowboard trip and was supposed to be back home yesterday. His flight got canceled, and whenever he changed his flight, that would be canceled. So it was a nightmare.In any case, I had to shovel our car out, so, when he did eventually come back, I could go pick him up from the airport. I WAS NOT looking forward to that part. I did not want to shovel snow by myself.

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-37303055542075711922010-02-06T18:42:00.007-05:002010-02-06T19:52:21.715-05:00

I had plans with a friend last night that I didn't want to cancel. Plus I didn't believe that the weather was going to be as bad as they say. Blizzard? Yeah right. My firm even closed early in anticipation of the snow. I laughed! Like really. The snow was purportedly supposed to start in the afternoon. There wasn't any snow even when I left work.At my friend's house, we made and ate dinner,

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-49530423564134371622010-02-03T20:00:00.005-05:002010-02-03T20:54:08.623-05:00

I got caught with my pants down! Well, not literally. Huz's co-workers came over this weekend. And I wasn't thinking at all. Because the next minute, Huz's co-worker said, "It's still Christmas?"OMG! The friggin' Christmas tree was up...and still is. I forget that people don't usually keep their tree up until February. So I didn't even notice...didn't even really think about it. How

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-88630696029978225762010-02-02T17:30:00.010-05:002010-02-02T22:13:41.565-05:00

The new and final season of Lost starts tonight! I'm so excited. I have followed this show through thick and thin and will finally see it pay off. Well, that's the hope at least.Usually by the time a new season starts, I've already completely forgotten the last season. So being the great husband that he is, Huz found a 8-minute clip that recaps everything. I'm sure I am not the only one, so

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-22245726633517931022010-02-01T21:23:00.010-05:002010-02-01T22:14:19.729-05:00

Aren't my nails pureetttyy? Aren't my wedding rings blingin'?I should be a hand model. Don't you agree??I do exclusively french tip on my nails. Even when I was younger, I've always admired pretty manicured hands with french tip. I think it looks sophisticated. Don't you?You may be surprised to know that my nails are real and that I did them myself. Yup, it's true. And no, I never worked

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-57017598447459268532010-01-31T20:43:00.005-05:002010-01-31T23:18:49.556-05:00

This blog turned one year old today! Okay, I lied. One year and a day. I totally forgot to blog yesterday. Tehe.Let's take a look back. One year and a day ago, I had the crazy idea to start a blog with Tina and Laura. They reluctantly agreed with much trepidation. We didn't know much about blogging actually. We were blogging noobies! There was a handful of blogs I followed. And thought

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-45129963850028366462010-01-29T00:31:00.007-05:002010-01-29T01:16:16.191-05:00

I wasn't made a tiny fragile girlie girl. Even at a young age, my father didn't handle me with care but rather expected me to handle my own. Being the oldest of my family, I was naturally the one my parents turned to help them carry groceries in the house or move large plants inside, then outside, then inside, then outside (you get the idea). So I guess my muscles started developing from all

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-38714424307514848432010-01-28T17:32:00.008-05:002010-01-28T18:22:35.402-05:00

So as you all don't know, I was thinking of being a Creative Writing minor. Well, this semester I took my first Creative Writing class of my minor and I'm already thinking that Creative Writing just isn't me anymore. I was so into it in high school, but something happened because I definitely have lost my skill and interest. I want to write children's books goddamn it! Can't there be a children's

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575471722417296371noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-69613978642381614492010-01-27T22:19:00.004-05:002010-01-27T23:46:33.342-05:00

When I watch TV shows about lawyers, I yell at the TV a lot. Sometimes, they are just blatantly inaccurate. Come on! That's just laziness. I don't know why I get worked up. Maybe I like to think I know something about something. That my law degree makes me an expert...even though it absolutely does not.I watched the season premiere of The Deep End, which is about first year associates at a

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-49436495008637027402010-01-26T20:48:00.006-05:002010-01-26T21:05:37.330-05:00

I haven't blogged about TV in a long while. So here I present a TV blog post! Yay!I found a new TV show that I really like. Cougar Town. Wait! Give it a chance. It is a cross between Friends and Scrubs. But I mean Scrubs in the old days when it was actually funny. Cougar Town is created by Bill Lawrence, the same guy who created Scrubs. So not surprisingly, the main character played by

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-65643694561091342492010-01-25T21:30:00.009-05:002010-01-25T22:17:30.241-05:00

I was a city girl for the better part of my life, but then I got married and had kids. Suburban life was inevitable. Now that I'm a suburban mom, I am perplexed by the unspoken rules of the "playdate." Ever since I got a call from a complete stranger telling me she's the mother of so and so and her daughter would like a playdate with Carmen, I have been submerged into this business of

Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299980336274940171noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-59583747652558181022010-01-24T18:50:00.007-05:002010-01-24T21:17:07.559-05:00

Hi, my name is Tina and I love Zombie movies! I tell people that and they just nod their head in mock appreciation. It's my guilty pleasure! You have to appreciate the zombies' relentlessness and stoic behavior as they bite a person's face off. The scariest thing about them is their combination of instincts and nonchalance. All they want to do is eat you and they don't care if you're

Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299980336274940171noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-351659420293415002010-01-23T22:02:00.006-05:002010-01-24T02:17:14.261-05:00

I think my girls are so special and unique and just plain awesome. Well, of course I do. They're my daughters! Today I took them to the mall and was shopping at H&M (my fave store). Anyway, of course they got bored. So they started posing with the mannequins at the storefront. They were having so much fun, and people were looking at them from outside the store. What's so amazing is that

Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299980336274940171noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-91758379964187453742010-01-22T21:55:00.007-05:002010-01-24T20:16:15.263-05:00

Many of you may not know this. But I'm a badass.Okay, stop laughing. Geez. So I'm not really a badass...which probably explains why people are shocked when I tell them I have a tattoo. First, I'm offended. I'm not as prim and proper as you might think, asshole! Then, I'm confused. I don't get that. Why do you have to be a type of person to have a tattoo? Tattoos are another way for

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-43394302202314653142010-01-20T21:19:00.006-05:002010-01-24T20:16:05.863-05:00

I curse. A lot. I know you're thinking what's the big deal? Everyone curses. But I never used to be this way. Actually, I was the total opposite when I was younger. I never cursed. It was untoward. It was vulgar. And I was definitely not those things. (Not sure about now though.) I didn't even say the s-word. Yes, I was a weirdo. I remember back in college when my male friends

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-41657493032762107702010-01-19T23:58:00.006-05:002010-01-24T20:19:44.832-05:00

A simple one line-joke that keeps on giving.You can be talking about something completely innocuous, and a strategically inserted "That's what she said" makes it hilarious. Yes, I am very mature. I still chuckle every time Michael Scott says it on The Office. It never gets old.Although I appreciate a good one, I don't pay enough attention or my mind just isn't dirty enough to remember to say

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-65491118550739474392010-01-18T19:59:00.008-05:002010-01-24T20:15:04.776-05:00

Huz's birthday is tomorrow, and it just occurred to me today that I have to get him something. I friggin' suck. It's true that he told me not to get him anything this year. But but...I can't really do that, can I? The really bad part about this is not the fact that I will be empty handed tomorrow but rather the fact that I didn't even friggin' think of it until today.What the hell happened to

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-83297619994991036542010-01-17T02:06:00.003-05:002010-01-24T20:14:45.446-05:00

Laura and I went to Orlando where life is a breeze.Little did we know that our asses would freeze.I left Huz behind, sick with fever.Tina didn't wanna, but we had to leave her.We had no hats or gloves against the chilland ran to Walmart and came up with nil.No matter, we layered with what we gotAnd pretended that we were somewhere hot.We visited Universal and Disney by day.At night we tried to

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-51744913833600243232010-01-16T15:42:00.008-05:002010-01-24T20:14:21.928-05:00

You know those people who meet people everywhere they go. Like in line at the coffee shop or the corner store. Or at the bus stop or supermarket. Well, I wish I could say I was one of those people. But I am definitely not. Sure, I smile and respond when a stranger says hello or makes a comment. I'm not rude. But this is how I see it. I am never going to see you again. I don't know you,

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-88834044376661153982010-01-14T00:03:00.006-05:002010-01-24T20:14:02.369-05:00

Because I've been away for too long, I am gifting you with a song...okay, not really. I just wanted to rhyme there. Here is an awesome poem instead, about my adventures in the past couple weeks.----------------We rushed off to Orlando where life is a breeze.Little did we know that our asses would freeze.I didn't bring enough warm clothes--gloves or a hat.Unfortunately, Walmart had already run

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-32187069407351188022010-01-05T21:17:00.009-05:002010-01-24T20:13:39.664-05:00

I absolutely enjoyed The Sing Off. I did not know what the show was about, but it was on On Demand so I decided to try it during my holiday break. It sounds pretty lame especially when you hear that it's an A Cappella competition, but the competitors were surprisingly professional and modern. The A Cappella groups sang songs like "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz and "No One" by Alicia Keys. Remember

Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299980336274940171noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-52653794553947179662010-01-03T12:42:00.005-05:002010-01-24T20:13:21.479-05:00

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-63706355722639364042009-12-31T16:21:00.008-05:002010-01-24T20:20:20.642-05:00

When I was in high school, I liked creative writing, particular writing poems. Ya know the kind where I poured out my heart and soul. And it was gut wrenching. And everything was dramatic. And I just wanted to die. Yeah, the awesome kind! Well, I don't write poems like I used to. Yes, it is sad. But I still have them to enjoy! Because I wrote them down and saved them, baby. I pulled

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-12966663590412870272009-12-29T23:37:00.011-05:002010-01-24T20:22:09.789-05:00

Hope everyone had a pleasant holiday. I have been busy spending time with family, cooking, and eating a lot...like non-stop. But I guess that is what the holidays are all about. ;) However, in between bites of food, I went out to watch Avatar with Huz, cuz, and lil bro. It was the highlight of my week. Haha. Jk. (Not really.)I had been really excited to watch Avatar and was not

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-49053472335215465402009-12-24T15:40:00.010-05:002010-01-24T20:12:15.751-05:00

Here is a Christmas song just for you from us. You can sing along here. Merry Christmas, everyone!!-----------------------Have a holly jolly Christmas!We've been blogging through the year.We don't know all our readers though,But have a pint of beer.Have a holly jolly Christmas!We'll walk by you on the street.On this blog we're friends you knowand who cares if we never meet.Oh ho, friend or

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-58344248212753731102009-12-22T21:10:00.010-05:002010-01-24T20:12:02.784-05:00

I am usually a very cheery person. Really! But I've noticed recently that I've been a bit cranky. I apologize to the victims of my crankiness. Sorry I snapped at you. I don't know what it is. Maybe that I've been super busy at work or that it's the holidays (ba humbug). Or that people are just pissing me off!Okay, it's really me. After turning 31, I've become a cranky old lady. Ya know,

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-47674635861590605582009-12-21T00:10:00.010-05:002010-01-24T20:11:42.942-05:00

We had our departmental holiday dinner last week where we did the white elephant exchange. I was stressed about it because I wanted to make up for my lousy present from last year--a shower radio. Apparently, it wasn't as cool as I thought it was. Also, everyone was doing a lot of trash-talking this year, saying theirs were going to be the best. My one co-worker had ordered her present several

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-51867339020267857532009-12-19T17:58:00.010-05:002010-01-24T20:11:30.679-05:00

Ah. Christmas is almost upon us. It's the time of year for joy and love. But also a time for major procrastination. Droves of people were planning on hitting the malls and stores this weekend. But what they didn't plan for was...mounds of snow to stop them! A fuggin' blizzard. The biggest one in December...like ever. WTF! Doesn't Mother Nature know that we need to shop!? That Christmas

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-17580089011260570542009-12-18T15:57:00.011-05:002010-01-24T20:11:09.074-05:00

Yes, it's Tara blogging on a Friday afternoon. You must be thinking "what the heck is going on?" Or you probably didn't notice. I just like to think that you people care. =p Anyway, if you must know, I left work early for an appointment and am now home.TV in the afternoon sucks, man! There is absolutely nothing to watch. Okay, I lied. I am watching my go-to movie when there is nothing

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-57270027866339611132009-12-14T20:13:00.006-05:002010-01-24T20:10:56.155-05:00

This is dedicated to Tina, my twin.It's our birthday week! (Yes, we get a week.) Woohoo! Two little precious twins were born 31 years ago. (Man, we are old!)When people find out that I'm a twin, the first thing they always say is "I wish I had a twin!" Usually, I politely smile and nod. But inside I am thinking "yeah, sucks to be you!" Because having a twin is pretty much the awesomest

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-81122696286807856532009-12-13T18:42:00.011-05:002010-01-24T20:23:36.008-05:00

I need to clarify. I'm Team Jacob with short hair, not with the long wig thingee.I know I am late with my review of New Moon, but I just watched it yesterday. I don't like being the first to watch a movie. I like being the last, okay? =pHere is my review in three words. I. Heart. Jacob. Laura even admitted that she's Team Jacob, but only when it comes to the Twilight movies. She despises

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-35476832428711972482009-12-09T23:27:00.006-05:002010-01-24T20:10:22.643-05:00

Tina and I have two best friends who happen to be cousins--Chris and Vanessa. We've known them since high school. So that would be about fifteen years of happy times. We four were the core. Boyfriends would come and go (and eventually stay and join the group), but the four of us stuck together.We all went to different colleges. So we made sure to tear it up the summer before. We went

Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488981179311358907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783335616669886218.post-65909660305761246042009-12-09T17:24:00.005-05:002010-01-24T20:09:53.040-05:00

So in Typography, I had to take either a poem or a song and take the display text, the body text, and an icon that I could create to go with the song/poem and create 3 compositions. In the first composition, I had to made the icon the most prominent thing. In the second, the display text was the be the most prominent. And in the third, the body text. Of course, I chose a children's poem.We

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