tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54187498975518227982024-03-14T06:11:21.735-06:00Sheridan TrailsMoved back to Wyoming after a 5 year hiatus. This blog is basically for my mother so she doesn't worry.andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-42554694861779755832020-01-02T11:39:00.000-07:002020-01-02T11:39:31.980-07:00New Year, Better AndreaMy name is Andrea and I am a struggling 32 (nearly 33) year old woman. I am not married, have no children, no pets, and no real responsibilities. Yet, I cannot for the life of me, get my act together. I have a decent job that barely covers my bills. I have an apartment downtown that I love, but struggle to keep clean. I eat whatever I want whenever I want, even though my body is begging me to stop. I never exercise. I drink alcohol nearly every weekend, to excess. I am a statistic. I am like every other wandering millennial. <div>
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I want to do better, I want to be a better and more healthy version of myself. I'm not publishing this stuff. I'm not expecting anyone to ever read this actually. I just want to write it down and declare it to myself. ANDREA... BE BETTER.</div>
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I want to give myself little goals. Not goals for the future, but goals for right now. So that I can see in a week, a month, or a year from now that I was able to be better.</div>
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My goals for this week:</div>
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<li>Actually buy a scale. I signed up for weight watchers 2 months ago and did a decent job at tracking, but I had no idea the progress I was making, if any. I am not one to enjoy the prospect of weighing myself, but I need to visualize the progress.</li>
<li>Track, track, track. I am SO BAD at tracking but I know how vital it is for my success. If I can track everyday, everything, even if I go over and I'm ashamed, I just need to do it. Small steps, one week at a time. </li>
<li>Clean my kitchen, then my bathroom, then my closet, then my floors. Not all at once, but sometime this week, clean these areas. It seems like a small task, but I am someone that really just wants to sit and chill when I get home from work. I need to make my home a sanctuary and not a den of filth. </li>
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I think if I can complete three small weekly goals to start out I will see success. It's hard to visualize what 'be better' will be. I want to be healthier, wealthier, and calm. I want to be able to DO things and LIVE, not just wander aimlessly. We will see what happens. </div>
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andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-38142383337911141952018-02-14T16:25:00.001-07:002018-02-14T16:25:35.252-07:00Valentine's Day....because, February I have really uninteresting opinions about this specific holiday. I like it and hate it all at once. It's very confusing.<br />
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Valentine's Day pros:<br />
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<li>Chocolate everything. I'm not a huge chocolate person, but if you want to feed me chocolate covered raisins/peanut butter/strawberries/bread, I probably will put it in my mouth.</li>
<li>It's on a Wednesday this year. Hump day. Beautiful.</li>
<li>I get to buy cheesy valentines for my friends and family. It's not like I can find WWE related stationary at Walgreens all year round. I have to take advantage while I can. </li>
<li>Gives you a reason to get a skanky hotel room with a hot tub in it. Never did that, but it sounds awesome. </li>
<li>I like making a big deal about dumb stuff...especially if it gives me a reason to drink prosecco with frozen berries in it. </li>
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Valentine's Day cons:</div>
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<li>For some reason, I am convinced I will receive an enormous edible arrangement. This has yet to happen. I'm not sure I even want it to, but there you go.</li>
<li>Break-ups before Valentine's. </li>
<li>It's on a Wednesday. It's in the middle of my work week. Ugh.</li>
<li>I don't get to snuggle my dog this year and tell him all the good things about him.</li>
<li>People that say 'I think it's better to make (significant other) feel special throughout the year, not just on Valentine's Day'. Well duh....but shut up while I make a big about it. :)</li>
<li>Getting worked up over a holiday that is super lame (I realize I contradict myself, but it's my blog so it doesn't matter)</li>
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That's all I've got for today. Now I'm going to go home and watch the Olympics and drink box wine. </div>
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andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-84964000285305588032018-02-09T16:01:00.002-07:002018-02-09T16:01:24.691-07:00hey there 2018I'm back bitches. Too bad technology has gotten too advanced to allow for my paint program drawings now. Dang, those were fun to make. And incredibly time consuming.<br />
New things that have happened since 2014 or 2015...aka my last post:<br />
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<li>I am 31 now and officially not a hot mess, more like a room temperature mess that goes to bed at a reasonable hour now. </li>
<li>I have nieces and they rule. Mostly because they are just as crazy and just as funny as expected. But honestly, I would say that anyway even if they weren't (but they are) because I love them so much.</li>
<li>I bought a house, got a puppy, and started a job all in the same month one time. That was not the greatest idea I ever had but it all worked out. </li>
<li>I sold my house, quit my job, moved to a new state, and started a new job all in a month. Turns out it wasn't as stressful as it should have been. </li>
<li>I once become pretty good at yoga, then my mom stopped teaching classes and I didn't want to have to pay for yoga so I stopped too. But I once could almost do a halfway decent king pigeon and it was a cool party trick.</li>
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Things that are still the same since my last blog post:</div>
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<li>I still bite my nails</li>
<li>i think its funny writing in this blog</li>
<li>My friends still sort of tolerate me, even though they are respectable and interesting people.</li>
<li>I like making lists</li>
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That's all for now, but I'm going to figure out how to make paint program-esque drawings. BYEEE</div>
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andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-65565715185685551382013-02-06T20:42:00.002-07:002013-02-06T20:42:52.472-07:00The Super Weekend ListI was initially going to detail our trip to New Orleans by each day...but that took soo long. And I was adding some very boring details that I'm sure no one really needed to know. So now I'm going to write about the top experiences while we were down there. That way I only will have to tell you the cool, fun stuff and not the weird, boring stuff.<br />
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<li>Seeing Joe for the first time that weekend!!! We had arrived into Nola roughly an hour before, Alli and I were all unpacked and bored. We decided to head over to the Marriott (where the team was staying) and check out the NFL shop there. We had gotten a swag bag in our hotel room and had a gift card to the store...so that was the reason for the visit (still can't get away from the boring details...sorry). As we were walking over, we ran into dad and he joined us. We had recently learned that Joe was just finishing up practice and was going to be at the hotel within the hour. Not expecting to see him, we went to the bar and ordered a few cocktails. After paying for the drinks, all this commotion was happening at the front door. It was the team arriving! We ran up to the front and were able to flag Joe down...and was immediately surrounded by a ton of 49ers fans. But it was still nice to see Joe.</li>
<li>Welcome party!!! Thursday night after arriving into Nola, there was a players party that the friends and family were invited to. My uncles, aunts, and Scotty had yet to arrive, but my family, Joes's girlfriend Carrie and her family, and Joe's best buds Kyle and Craig we in town and able to go. I was not at all prepared for what was in store for us. After getting our passes, we were ushered upstairs to this great room. Before we could enter, there was a long line of party favors that included red feather boas, mardi gras masks, and something else but I forgot what it was. Once we entered the room, it was like we were transported to another building. There was a wonderful jazz band playing at the far end, men on stilts throwing beads, a go go dancer on the bar, food and drinks everywhere, and a massive dance floor. It was basically the foundations for the biggest party I had ever been to. Needless to say, our entire group thoroughly enjoyed ourselves...with the entire 49ers football team. There are pictures, but I don't know if I want anyone to see them.</li>
<li>I have evil parents. We did not get home from the players party until 2am the night before, and my parents were up at 6am. Not only were they up and making a racket, they forced Alli and I to join them to Cafe Du Monde saying it was the only time they would go this trip (which turned out to be a lie). Miserably walking down to that wonderful little bakery, we stumble upon the news desks for ESPN, Mike &Mike show, and the Today Show.anyone that remotely knows my family, knows that we have little to no shame when it comes to making others laugh. Saying that, my dad managed to pull off the most awkward video bomb behind Drew Brees. If anyone was watching random ESPN coverage at 6:30am on Friday morning MIGHT have seen him. Consider yourself lucky. Afterwards we finished the quick walk to Cafe Du Monde and completely overindulged on beignets. (Side-note, my parents are actually wonderful, they should just know better than to wake us up before 9am)</li>
<li>Bourbon Street. In all honestly, I don't remember much from this night. There is video evidence of some dancing on stage, and I do remember throwing beads from the balconies. I do know that I spent all my money that night, got a cool flashing ring, danced my booty off, and had an amazingly great time. However, I am quite certain I wouldn't be able to survive another trip down that street. So much everything.</li>
<li>Practice walk thru at the Super Dome. It was so nice to get to see Joe one last time before the game, but I'm sure that everyone in our group was starting to feel the effects of the weekend. They had about a 20 minute practice where every single one of those players were showing off for their families. After that, we were able to go down on the field and hang out with everyone for roughly a half hour. Oh! I forgot, we also got a police escort to the stadium! It was so weird, but so cool!</li>
<li>Game day!!! We had a wonderful brunch provided by the York family at the Marriott, then made our way to the stadium. By this point, we all were feeling the pressure of the game. We tailgates for a while, then made our way in. You guys probably all saw the game...so I won't go into detail about it. Beyonce was cool, the blackout was super freaky, and in the 4th quarter I barfed from nerves. Then cried like a baby at the end.</li>
<li>After party!!! After the game, we went to the Marriott to meet up with Joe and figure out what to do. We were informed that there was a party for the players if they wanted to go, just down the road. Not thinking it was going to be anything more than some food and drinks, we were all pretty low when we arrived...not because of the party, because of the game. After getting some food, mom, Alli and I went searching for seats. We ambled upstairs to find leather couches with tables with bottle service. Naturally we freaked out and went to get everyone else. Our group of 10ish got settled in. By that time, most of the players and their families had heard about our secret spot and a little party was forming. Out of nowhere, we hear this announcer exclaim that The Roots were taking the stage!! Wale followed suit, then Snoop Dog!! It was so fun! There was maybe 500 people tops at this party. We saw Guy from diners, drive-ins, and dives, and I got to talk to the guitar player of The Roots for a bit! It was crazy!!!</li>
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So the was a little run down of the trip. Feel free to ask me about any of the following events. I could have added way more, but I got tired of writing..<ol>
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andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-315084423873117012012-03-01T14:58:00.002-07:002012-03-01T15:03:23.060-07:00Leap blogAhh. Oops I forgot that I have a blog.<div>Won't happen again....maybe.</div><div>Yesterday was leap year ...day. Happeneds once every four years.</div><div>I learned that in elementary school.</div><div>So guess what I did to celebrate?</div><div>Did I leap? Nope.</div><div>Did I start dating a boy so that our anniversary would come once every four years? Nuh huh</div><div>Did I have a baby? Nooooo</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I went and saw an ice skating program. For young ice skaters. With friends that don't have kids.</div><div>It was adorable.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Yep, my life is still a little bit too boring to have a blog.</div>andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-24454055839863327422011-09-23T15:09:00.003-06:002011-09-23T15:41:35.188-06:00i met some sort of famous people last nightI have met some flippen awesome people since I've lived in Sheridan.<br />That is obvious...otherwise I probably wouldn't STILL live here.<br />ANYWAY...Last night I went to a little shindig for a man named <a href="http://www.tombalding.com/index2.html">Tom Balding</a><br />He makes bits and spurs. Which is cool...if you need bits and spurs.<br /><br />The reason for his little party was because the Discovery Channel wanted to put him on their show 'How it's Made'.<br />While I think Tom is a cool dude, I was SUPER pumped to go to his party because I got to meet the CAST AND CREW of that show!<br />So pumped that I couldn't even muster enough courage to talk to them when I finally saw them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2F7WuTZFcElaaVvQgbaXTasNdYSynhNgya-QXKCSzG3Ngl-E_lbHSMfDXhw-MUZQSf7uYQLnQw6W1EzPGJMbkBI3C38tT9VaVxsW8tpmV2C1gGE6mJ6TlzhB6jv7o1Naq1XLQwrIryo/s1600/party1.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2F7WuTZFcElaaVvQgbaXTasNdYSynhNgya-QXKCSzG3Ngl-E_lbHSMfDXhw-MUZQSf7uYQLnQw6W1EzPGJMbkBI3C38tT9VaVxsW8tpmV2C1gGE6mJ6TlzhB6jv7o1Naq1XLQwrIryo/s400/party1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655672929148081762" border="0" /></a><br />It was so bad, that at one point during the night I ended up staring at them for a good 5 minutes straight.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6VMPCl2mk5jXuc2Pv0YbjH4Khwa9PfW8KAa6FRaKr8IuN5ye57mBCbRf-UN1idwT5nX_hQmmZmRFzuNuuvxTio3WAI0Ky1c652iAXdVLVpyROSaZZBOSRiFJOo_ryJn0yu-wmwCIRQKA/s1600/party2.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6VMPCl2mk5jXuc2Pv0YbjH4Khwa9PfW8KAa6FRaKr8IuN5ye57mBCbRf-UN1idwT5nX_hQmmZmRFzuNuuvxTio3WAI0Ky1c652iAXdVLVpyROSaZZBOSRiFJOo_ryJn0yu-wmwCIRQKA/s400/party2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655672924147057810" border="0" /></a><br />At the very end of the night, right before I left, in the 11th hour, I basically ran up to them, with my hand extended and said "I'm ANDREA and you guys ROCK!!!!"<br />Which I don't think they totally understood....because they ended up being french Canadian with very strong accents...<br />Oh well.<br /><br />I have a freakish addiction to the Discovery Channel.<br />If you are reading this blog, you probably already know that about me.<br />And you also know that I have a 'famous' brother...and I have met some of his 'famous' friends.<br />So you are probably wondering why I get so crazy about meeting the cast and crew of the Discovery Channel.<br />Your guess is as good as mine.<br />I even got it in my head that I was somehow going to marry one of them. Yes, I am a typical girl and for some reason when I meet a very cool dude, my mind goes straight to marriage. The funny thing is, I don't even want to get married. Well not yet at least.<br />Anyway...that was a cool night last night.andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-83566476790236938402011-09-08T13:52:00.002-06:002011-09-08T14:20:03.790-06:00indian summerI've heard rumors that it is cold in my native land....of Michigan.<br />Well sorry Michiganders.<br />It is still hot in Wyoming.<br /><br />Very hot.<br />Like 90 degrees hot.<br /><br />I work at a Starbuxx which is usually pretty awesome.<br />But not when you have to be perky and happy all the time.<br />And talk about the weather.<br />And how awesome it is that it is still SO FRICKEN HOT!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNR2wICcLxFPAh8fJWm3GAr_YsFtkKtWKyxzUNE5_-17V-SFzWZgVSBS7zylNc8JT5GaYHvTQ18xTBTY-jBuR55im6Ue6wJRvAw8ysbYTCVKadJBae6oGlHiDHXMhvnD0UB93SQ0iYCmI/s1600/indian+summer+1.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNR2wICcLxFPAh8fJWm3GAr_YsFtkKtWKyxzUNE5_-17V-SFzWZgVSBS7zylNc8JT5GaYHvTQ18xTBTY-jBuR55im6Ue6wJRvAw8ysbYTCVKadJBae6oGlHiDHXMhvnD0UB93SQ0iYCmI/s400/indian+summer+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650082948784473810" border="0" /></a><br />This is basically everyone's reaction in Wyoming.<br />SUMMER WILL LAST FOREVER!<br /><br />I do not share the same love of the heat.<br />Actually I hate it a little bit.<br />Michigan experiences all 4 seasons pretty equally.<br />3 months summer<br />2 months fall<br />5 months winter<br />and 2 months spring.<br /><br />Not in Wyoming.<br />It's like 30 months summer...<br />30 months winter.<br /><br />I know how weird I sound actually WANTING winter to come, because it will last forever too.<br />But right now, this is how I feel.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVj2woI-JfoYozAVHdOxnHII4y-GsKCgkXi-UCeyH5_SG8Vj5iRI6e4AGmtUDyG18r82wCbXloQeEBvwxWVNxUcgbAshQB8FwwvsMGEz36LQlBwbM6T7_VmPYV6uQYvbB1CdWj9i_wNo/s1600/indian+summer+2.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVj2woI-JfoYozAVHdOxnHII4y-GsKCgkXi-UCeyH5_SG8Vj5iRI6e4AGmtUDyG18r82wCbXloQeEBvwxWVNxUcgbAshQB8FwwvsMGEz36LQlBwbM6T7_VmPYV6uQYvbB1CdWj9i_wNo/s400/indian+summer+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650084128826733650" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love the holidays....they happen in winter.<br />I love wearing fall and winter clothes, because they are cool.<br />I am seriously running out of things to wear because all my summer clothes are cheap and flimsy.<br />I am tired of sweating...for no reason...at 8 o'clock at night.<br /><br />I am a whiny baby, I know this.<br />But I am NOT a fan of Indian summers.<br />In Wyoming.<br />At least an Indian Summer in Michigan includes cool color changing leaves.<br />Wyoming either has green, brown or yellow leaves...<br />Cool.andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-86809716195395500732011-08-16T18:59:00.002-06:002011-08-16T19:08:45.899-06:00horsiesI have terrible artistic abilities.
<br />One time at work my friend Giesella and I drew horses.
<br />Mine looked like this.
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<br />Hers looked like this.
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<br />Guess who won.
<br />andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-80783629147750222512011-08-11T11:51:00.002-06:002011-08-11T12:21:45.560-06:00car dance hazeIf you want to be embarrassed, hang out with me.
<br />I have no filter when it comes to embarrassing situations. I actually tend to enhance them.
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<br />So on Tuesday I went to Billings, MT to go shopping with my friend Cassie.
<br />This story has nothing to do with shopping.
<br />It DOES have something to do with my extreme car dancing skills.
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<br />We were driving around, going to our next shopping destination...and Don't Lose My Number by Phil Collins came on. Go, listen to that song right now. Imagine unexpectedly hearing it in your car. Now try to NOT dance to it.
<br />Impossible, I know.
<br />Because I am sadly heavily influenced by pop culture, I always try to somehow incorporate fist pumping into my dance moves (thank you Jersey Shore). I know I am supposed to fist pump like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3zQBRVBBBs">this</a>, but I usually fist pump like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USFhZmBRFmU">this</a>.
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<br />So I am fist pumping away, when I roll up to a stop light.
<br />When I car dance, all other outside surroundings get a little fuzzy.
<br />So when Cassie yells at me to "be cool", I think she is telling me to "make it cool".
<br />Naturally I amp up my fist pumping to an even 'cooler' degree. By involving my entire upper body.
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<br />If I had been a normal person, I would have easily noticed that directly across the street was an entire construction crew. With about 20 members, all watching me fist pump like my life depended on it.
<br />Bless Cassie's little heart, she knew I was too far gone to fight my fist pumping spree.
<br />She let me figure out for myself that I was looking like a complete idiot.
<br />After a good minute, I come out of my haze and exclaim, "Oh! you mean because of the boys".
<br />And I abruptly end my awesome dance, and start fussing with my hair.
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<br />I think the construction workers should have clapped. Seriously, it was pretty cool looking.
<br />andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-73977137754849370422011-08-03T12:34:00.002-06:002011-08-03T12:46:34.949-06:00tweens.....the idiot ageI will rant to you all today....all of my three followers.<br />I do not like tweens.<br />I don't think I even liked myself when I was a tween.<br />They are soooo annoying.<br /><br />Example #1: I am at Starbucks using the free wifi (yes I go to Starbucks when I am not working....I have no life). And there are little tweens sitting behind me. I hate it when tweens sit behind me.....hahahaha jk. That's not why I don't like them. I don't like them because they are idiot eavesdroppers. I was talking to one of my fellow co-workers. I had mentioned to her that I was not yet friends with her on facebook (geez I sound like a tween) and one of the stupid idiot tweens goes "What's your name?! I'll add you on facebook!" I mumble something like "no....hahaha jk. But seriously, no". Then that idiot tween goes on for 5 minutes about how I should 'TOTALLY' add her.<br />FRICKEN ANNOYING TWEEN!<br /><br />Example #2: They sometimes don't shower as regularly as they should. Please, for the love of God, if you can smell your own B.O......shower.<br /><br />Example#3: They don't now how to swear properly. The tweens behind me are dropping all kinds of swears for no reason. "I was walking into damn Walmart to get my douchebag toothbrush".....wtf are you even saying? I don't understand any of that.<br /><br />Example#4: They make some of my guilty pleasure bands really embarrassing. I can no longer admit that I like the Jo Bros or Miley Cyrus. .....Not that I like them.<br /><br />Example#5: They understand twitter...and I don't.<br /><br />That's all for now.....feel free to comment why you hate tweens.<br />They are more annoying than old people. That's for damn sure.andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-30525155833823349932011-07-31T19:39:00.002-06:002011-07-31T19:54:04.178-06:00Joe ShowWhoops...took awhile to get back on the Internet.<br />Anywho...about Joe's visit.<br />Where to start?<br />Hm... I guess I'll make a list of things we did.<br /><ol><li>Played power hour with my roommate Jesse....he did...not me.</li><li>Power hour is a dumb game.</li><li>Filled in on our softball team...he was first baseman....and killed a bird in a tree. He hit the ball so far , it nailed a tree...which held the bird...that he killed.</li><li>It was pretty funny to see...mostly because it was very strange.</li><li>We went out.</li><li>By that, I mean we went EVERYWHERE you can go in Sheridan. The brewery, the mint, Willeys, the American Legion, Beaver Creek, The Rainbow, The Mint again.</li><li>We got sick......aka very hungover</li><li>Went to Walmart to get some hangover food....aka Velveeta shells and cheese....family size.<br /></li><li>Watched some redbox movies<br /></li><li>I got Diary of a Wimpy Kid....Joe got The Next Three Days.<br /></li><li>Joe made the better choice.</li><li>We wanted to go to Lake DeSmet and rent Jet Skis.</li><li>We went on the Mountain instead. Which was cool too.</li><li>We hiked around Shell Falls and Sibley Lake.</li><li>And ate at Bear Lodge.</li><li>We watched more movies.....Cassie came over and brought Green Street Hooligans.</li><li>Which I loved.</li><li>We went to breakfast...then Joe flew home.</li></ol>I had a great time. And I miss Joe.<br />So I think I will visit him soon.<br />Because, let's face it, San Francisco is pretty cool too.andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-73715044725312321812011-07-26T12:40:00.003-06:002011-07-26T13:19:08.580-06:00Pedicures can be badSo Joe (my brother) just visited me this past weekend.<br />And it rocked. I love that brother of mine.<br />I actually love my whole family a whole ton.<br />It's weird, I know, but there you have it.<br /><br />Unfortunately I will not write about his visit today.<br />I probably will tomorrow.<br />Today I will write about what happened immediately after Joe left the great state of Wyoming.<br />I will write about my super weird, pretty awkward, but mostly hilarious pedicure.<br /><br />I love my co-workers at sbuxx...<br />So much so, that we actually try to hangout outside of work.<br />On this particular occasion, my friends Hannah, Brittany and Cassie were all about to chill.<br />We decided it would be fun to go get pedicures.<br /><br />I don't exactly understand it, but I have always had pretty banged up feet.<br />I used to row in high school and they would always look bad from that.<br />Now that I work at sbuxx I'm always on them, so they aren't the prettiest of feet.<br />Sorry for that rather uncomfortable confession.<br />Andrea has bad feet. Ew.<br /><br />Anyway, we all walk in and sit down at the pedicure stations.<br />I'm sure plenty of you out there have had a pedicure or two, but for those of you that haven't, the pedicure 'stations' are big massaging chairs with little foot tubs at the base of them.<br />They are pretty comfortable.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dxwC3S5mgZ9dgdDy2AzdBVUhKwJHvu6As8bXIzoQtkss-D6jdfSN5HzVNQX46d7RW0_GCEmhbYHLicctKPskTvMoIwCnOyseR3HADTgqqBdj_neKXu1CFPqxkLHGkuu05SHkGS7zCnw/s1600/pedi+chair.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dxwC3S5mgZ9dgdDy2AzdBVUhKwJHvu6As8bXIzoQtkss-D6jdfSN5HzVNQX46d7RW0_GCEmhbYHLicctKPskTvMoIwCnOyseR3HADTgqqBdj_neKXu1CFPqxkLHGkuu05SHkGS7zCnw/s400/pedi+chair.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633742111709475826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I sit down and let my feet soak for a few minutes.<br />Then the very nice, very experienced, very Asian nail tech comes over to start her work.<br />I try to warn her that my feet are probably worse than most of her clients, but I think all she understood was that I, like a normal human being, have feet.<br />So instead of trying to yell 'My feet are TOTALLY DISGUSTING!' at her a millions times, I just pick up a copy of People magazine, and pretend that I get pedis all the time.<br /><br />One specific aspect of a pedicure is that you get your calluses removed.<br />For normal, pretty footed people, all it takes is some aggressive buffing with a pumice stone.<br />Not for me.<br /><br />My very experienced nail tech saw that my feet needed special attention.<br />Bless her little heart.<br />She gets up from her seat and starts rooting around in a tool box.<br />She then returns with a mask and a very scary piece of equipment.<br />It looks like a mini hand-held drill.<br /><br />My friends are awesome.<br />And also a little mean.<br />When the nail tech returns with her hardware, my good friend Brittany cannot stop laughing.<br />Then I start laughing.<br />Then the nail tech says "yes? for your calluses?"<br />And then she goes to town on my feet.<br />Have you ever seen Dumb and Dumber when Jim Carey's character is getting ready for that fancy fundraiser for the owls and he gets a pedicure? Go <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlI9YEdoA3E">here</a> if you haven't....around min 1:45.<br />Well that's what I felt like.<br />And it would have been embarrassing if that kind of stuff embarrasses me.<br />But by some stroke of luck, it doesn't.<br />It makes me want to share with the entire world wide web.<br /><br />After the work was over, I actually have some very attractive feet now.<br />Feel free to look at them.<br />They even have flowers on them.<br />Holla!andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-4349489063572738772011-07-18T18:02:00.002-06:002011-07-18T18:10:12.253-06:00my weekends have been funOh my goodness. We just had rodeo week.<br />And it was a pretty awesome time.<br />Unfortunately I can't exactly remember any awesomely fun stories from it.<br /><br />I do remember losing my temper on Ryan and Preston after the rodeo when they were giving me directions back into town. I think I screamed something along the lines of "SHUT UP YOU IDIOTS!!". I feel kinda of bad about that...but not that bad.<br />I also remember sweltering in heat on Saturday afternoon and decided to break into Jake and Brenda's house to enjoy their air conditioning....I told them I was going to do this, so I guess i didn't really break in.<br />Also the street dance was pretty cool. Pretty cool if you like milling around Main street with hundreds of people, and only knowing a handful. And out of those hundreds of people, at least 90% of them are drunk out of their minds. Cool.<br /><br />I am SUPER excited for this weekend because...<br />.....<br />........<br />.............<br />My BROTHER is visiting! yay!<br />It's a Staley tradition for each of my relatives to visit me separately.<br />Now it's Joe's turn.<br />Mom's turn in next.<br />She SHOULD be here in August sometime.<br /><br />The only bad thing is, I have no idea what yo do with him.<br />I might take him hiking, but I'm not much of a hiker, so I don't know any good trails.<br />He likes golfing but I've only been once I'll see if some friends will wanna go do that.<br />All I can think of to do is go to the brewery and see a movie.<br />I have no idea where all my creative energy has gone.andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-20254200191652610892011-07-08T10:09:00.002-06:002011-07-08T10:19:28.452-06:00library weirdosMy new computer is shiny and lovely....and persnickety.<br />She does not like the hijacked wireless internet my other green whorey computer loved.<br />Instead I have to lug her all the way to the public library, find the most out of the way seat, and plug her in.<br />It is really frustrating actually.<br /><br />For instance, today my dad texted me about a shooting rampage that had happened in my hometown.<br />I needed to read the articles on it.<br />Of COURSE my flipping computer was not picking up the internet at my place, so I had to come the the library.<br />Instead of taking a shower, or even changing my clothes, I decided it is totally appropriate to wear my pajamas and have greasy hair while sitting in a very public place.<br />I used to always make fun of the weirdos that come to the library, but now I am starting to understand their weirdness.<br />Sometimes internet access is more important than hygiene.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You can stop reading this blog at any time.andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-60601908467486334642011-06-30T12:38:00.004-06:002011-06-30T13:31:20.918-06:00back<div>YO!<br />I'm back in action.<br />Sorry about that long hiatus....blogging took a back burner bc my computer broke.<br />And I am slightly scared to go to the public library and write weird stories about myself and laugh out loud and have everyone look at me.<br /><br />But now I have NEW computer.<br />It is pretty and works fast and has a WEBCAM!<br />I'm pretty old school when it comes to technology because it is cheaper to be old school.<br />So now I can skype and meet creepy people on chat roulette.<br />My life is complete.<br /><br />I haven't written since March...and obviously many things have happened...<br />But sadly, I have a terrible memory and cannot remember the funny and insignificant details of many of those adventures.<br />My bad memory is what makes me so happy and hopeful, so I'm not too upset with it.<br /><br />However, I will tell you a little silly story today.<br />I just visited my family in Michigan and it was a wonderful trip.<br />I basically hung out with my family (and friends Tara and Abby) the whole time.<br />And I have to tell you (if I haven't told you a million times already) my little sister has got to be the FUNNIEST person I know.<br />This story happened last year, but each time I hear it I cannot help but laugh my ass off.<br /><br />Alli works at a factory during the summer. She makes movie theater seats...it basically sucks.<br />Last summer, one of her superiors, let's call her Lisa, was showing Alli how to use a staple gun.<br />Alli, being a new summer employee, was a little nervous.<br />It didn't help matters that Lisa was also a freaking scary witch.<br />Throughout the tutorial, Alli had not realized that the safety on the gun was not on.<br />If anyone knows me, they will notice that I fidget a lot.<br />Allison also does this....and she pressed the trigger.<br />In her defence she did not know that she had actually pressed the trigger and proceeded to stand there looking interested in Lisa's instructions.<br />Lisa abruptly stopped the lesson and stared at Alli.<br />Alli smiled back at her and watched in horror as Lisa lifted her finger to show Alli a staple sticking out of it.<br />Gushing blood.<br /><br />Ahhhh I love that story.<br />Ok blog post finished....<br />It wasn't a stellar post, but whatever.</div>andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-84868668890313785142011-03-27T19:59:00.003-06:002011-03-27T20:10:11.874-06:00sunday funday....sort ofI am going to give you all a little snippit of my Sunday afternoon.<br /><br />After work, I picked up my little sister.<br />Not my real little sister....my little sister from big brothers big sisters.<br />Because I was super tired and didn't really feel like having to do anything that required having to use my brain, I took her to a movie.<br />It was the Diary of the Wimpy Kid movie.<br />IT WAS AWESOME.<br /><br />Let me tell you something.<br />I love kids movies.<br /><br />There was probably 20 people in that movie theater.<br />And I belly-laughed.......seriously belly-laughed for a good 15 seconds straight at least 5 times.<br />I have a pretty loud and distinct laugh...<br />My little sister, half way through the movie leans over and says "You are so loud....and so weird"<br />Ha.<br />So I say 'Yeah...so what? This movie is SO good!"<br />hahahah.andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-33489670126012016772011-03-21T22:19:00.002-06:002011-03-21T22:29:29.406-06:00thank youSo tonight I went to the brewery with my friends.<br />This is only weird bc it's a monday.<br />And it was totally awesome.<br />I love my friends.<br />I love Juice (Jesse).<br />I love Nolan.<br />I love Brad.<br />I love Brenda.<br />I love Jake.<br />I love Preston.<br />I love Jeremy.<br />I love Ryan.<br />I love Dana.<br />I love Lish.<br />I love Carrie.<br />I love Jeremy's brother.<br />I love Michelle.<br />I love else I missed.<br /><br />I also love that I had to talk to Brad, Juice and Nolan about being a mountain man for a week in nowhere Montana.<br />I mostly love that I don't really have to try to be anything special around my friends.<br /><br /><br />I also love that I can still get hit on by random cowboys at random bars on random nights.<br />Thank god for really cool boobs.<br />p.s. thank you mom.....I love you and miss you like crazyandreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-24491107914020773652011-03-11T11:40:00.002-07:002011-03-11T11:48:08.779-07:00some new discoveriesMy little sister is visiting this week.<br />It's her spring break.<br />And she came to Wyoming...she's brave.<br /><br />We have been doing a whole lot of nothing.<br />Which is surprisingly awesome.<br />Yesterday we went up to the mountains with my friend Jon and went sledding.<br />It was hilarious.<br />Mostly because I found out that Alli sucks just as bad as I do at sledding.<br />I also feel a little bit sorry for Jon.<br />He had to hang out with Alli and I all morning and into the afternoon.<br />And we are a little bit confusing to hang out with.<br /><br />It is commonly known in the Staley family that the women of the family have their own secret language between one another.<br />It isn't really that obvious when we are just with each other.<br />Or at my parent's house.<br />But when we are interacting with one another in the company of new friends, it becomes BLAZINGLY obvious.<br />We basically giggle, grunt, shrug, and say a word or two.<br />And that's basically a whole conversation.<br /><br />We are a little bit weird.<br />I also didn't notice how similar Alli and I are.<br />Thank you Wyoming for all your new discoveries this week.andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-10655119243590915002011-02-21T13:50:00.002-07:002011-02-21T14:59:16.680-07:00mountain sledding...only if you're brave.I've been pretty lame this winter.<br />I've been working a lot and haven't really been able to enjoy many winter activities.<br /><br />Well yesterday, I changed that.<br /><br />My friend Jon was going sledding with his bud and invited me to go along.<br />Sledding, I can sled. That's no problem. I love it!<br />But sledding down a hill in town is completely different than sledding down a hill in the mountain.<br />I didn't exactly realize there was much of a difference.<br /><br />Anyway, so Sunday rolls around and it ends up being Juice, Jon and I that go sledding.<br />There was a mini snow storm the day before and the snow hadn't exactly stopped coming down yet.<br />And it was also around -3 that morning.<br />I wasn't exactly thrilled about going. But it was too late to bail on Jon.<br />So I sucked it up and we made our way up to the mountain.<br /><br />The roads weren't ideal and Juice kept having mini freak-outs in the back seat (baby).<br /><br />We get to the hill in Granite Pass and I sort of die a little inside.<br />This hill is like the size of the skiing hills in Michigan.<br />Imagine a sledding hill the size of 'the face' at Cannonsburg (to all my Rockford homies)<br />But without the ski lift.<br />And the snow is about 3ft deep.<br />But most of it was packed down....except every 5th step you took.<br />Then you would sink to your waist.<br /><br />And I realize then that I decided to go sledding with two of the most fit people in all of Sheridan.<br />And I start cursing them....and the damn hill they are making me walk up.<br /><br />The whole way up, I start plotting Jon and Juice's death. And also a way to somehow rig a pully system with the surrounding trees.<br />I eventually make it to the top of this hill and pass out. Sort of.<br />Jon and Juice start sledding immediately once I get to the top.<br />I want to murder them.<br />Didn't they realize that I just hiked my own personal Kilimanjaro and needed a break?!<br />Nope.<br /><br />Because I am so awesome and cool (and I don't want to look like a wuss) I clamber onto my greased-up green sled and shoot down the hill.<br />I slide to the bottom in about 5 seconds. Covered in snow. Cursing God and all his creation.<br />Only for a minute.<br />Then I buck up, brush off the snow and shoot up the hill....in 10 minutes.<br /><br />Each trip kept getting better and better.<br />Jon brought his buddy Pat's sled.<br />I don't know Pat very well, but judging from his choice in sleds, I want to be his best friend.<br />That sled was the most awesome thing ever. It even came equipped with a bike horn.<br />No lie.<br />So I shoot down the hill once on it. And I didn't die.<br />But I DID get an insane amount of confidence.<br /><br />Jon should be in the X-games, or at least an amateur version of the X-games.<br />He was going nuts on that hill. Going face-first down it, going on jumps, doing back-flips.<br />Well he didn't do back-flips, but he could of if he wanted to.<br />I bet.<br />So I decide, 'HEY! If Jon can do all these jumps, then I totally can!!!'<br />And I did.<br />And it ROCKED.<br />Here is the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/video/video.php?v=1578564025460&comments">video</a> that was made of our sledding trip.<br />I actually doubt that link will work....so if your fb friends w me, just look at the video on my wall.<br /><br />So now, I have this weird mountain sledding high.<br />I need mountain sledding.<br />I love mountain sledding.<br />I will never be the same.<br /><br />Also, thanks to Jon and Juice, I had a crazy awesome weekend.andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-27607617927211370852011-02-09T21:25:00.003-07:002011-02-09T21:36:00.832-07:00the dog-sitterI'm house-sitting this week.<br />And dog sitting.<br />It's actually really fun.<br /><br />I get to pretend I own a dog again.<br />Only this dog is mildly depressed because she thinks her parents have abandoned her.<br />This makes for a mopey, sleepy dog that follows my every move.<br />Or this may be the way she always acts.<br />I'm not too sure.<br /><br />It is slightly annoying that every time I come out of the bathroom I run into said dog.<br />Or that she basically sits on my lap when I finally decide to sit down.<br />Or that when I get up to get a drink, she follows me into the very narrow kitchen.<br /><br />But I do like that when I take her for a walk, she doesn't go ape-shit when she sees a deer 2 feet away (I went ape-shit....it's embarrassing that the dog can compose herself around wild animals better than me).<br />I also like that she is ridiculously excited to show me her new cow toy that makes the weirdest moo-squeak sound I have ever heard.<br />It is also nice, that when I sit down, mind you this happens only about 20% of the time, she sits on my feet and makes them warm.<br /><br />Ok, I'm now a weirdo for writing an entire post on my friend's dog.<br />(owners of dog: your dog is fine and alive...and hopefully not really depressed).andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-15869514646886298602011-02-08T08:37:00.004-07:002011-02-08T08:45:11.024-07:00the red-faced starbuxx workerAs you know, I work at Starbuxx in town.<br />Love my job.<br />Love the people I work with.<br />Love how quickly the day goes.<br />However...<br />I do not love some of the people that visit my work.<br /><br />For example, yesterday, it seemed like every single man that I have had an awkward situation with came into work.<br />Fortunately I could hide from one.<br />But only one.<br /><br />Most of you know me pretty well, and you know that I am not the most graceful person.<br />I was not born with that wonderful quality.<br />I have NO IDEA how to diffuse awkward situations.<br />I just start rambling.<br />And make things worse.<br />MUCH MUCH WORSE.<br />I get all nervous, and my sentences don't make sense, and I look like I have turrets syndrome.<br />And my face gets all blotchy and red.<br />It gets pretty bad.<br /><br />So I guess the message is, if I've ever completely humiliated myself in front of you, PLEASE for the love of God, do NOT come into Starbuxx when I am working.<br /><br />Thanksandreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-78035681795764191422011-02-01T08:06:00.002-07:002011-02-01T09:53:09.416-07:00an uncomfortable clothing choiceFor some unknown reason, Jorts have been the topic of many conversations lately.<br /><br />Jorts = Jean shorts. [GUEST NOTE: "Jorts” – a combination of the words “jean” and “shorts” – are used to describe the somewhat hideous attire often sported by NASCAR aficionados, Green Bay Packer fans, men over 40, and men who probably ought to be over 40. If you wear jorts, you probably have minimal relationships with women. Sometimes jorts are accessorized with a lovely cellphone belt clip and a braided leather belt, but not always, as sometimes the jorts-wearer lets the jorts speak for themselves.]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4ocf83Uhxemw_Im0hT9_qYlwbTLPVL6IJq1eVJg3vp8Sk2QRSkkwj89k1IkhXLWu33Ra3sklLquDqbUe7W5ikZxVnEA1Ng38hiN1Sj9jQuqaznUl2reRz2LPTrpsQQ1lmrPLtS6swCk/s1600/jorts.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4ocf83Uhxemw_Im0hT9_qYlwbTLPVL6IJq1eVJg3vp8Sk2QRSkkwj89k1IkhXLWu33Ra3sklLquDqbUe7W5ikZxVnEA1Ng38hiN1Sj9jQuqaznUl2reRz2LPTrpsQQ1lmrPLtS6swCk/s400/jorts.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568764831977217058" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I think it's because of the White Trash Birthday Bash that I recently had.<br /><br />Not saying that only 'white trash' wear jorts . . . just a lot of people that attended the party had them on. [GUEST NOTE: I can count the number of acquaintances I know whom habitually wear jean shorts on one finger. Although, I’m fairly certain this summer will bring more to light. HINT: Missouri.]<br /><br />I don't really understand them. [GUEST NOTE: I’m told they provide the comfort and durability of jeans, yet provide the ventilation necessary for summer wear.]<br /><br />Denim is such a durable and heavy fabric. [GUEST NOTE: It can also chaff. Pretty badly.]<br /><br />But I do not see the benefit of using that fabric for shorts. [GUEST NOTE: Other than the fact that you are 75% more likely to meet a woman at the Indianapolis 500.]<br /><br />So what? You would like to have sweaty thighs and cool calves?<br /><br />My body would not be able to handle the confusing sensations that jorts would give me. [GUEST NOTE: It’s rumored that there is nothing like the sweaty sensation jorts provide on a hot and humid summer day.]<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qoxkGnKAMwLZFa1gQjQWJMe1ly-OqziSHzh9-F98B9qs2CjFClSbyeudaZLNZteQeIjAZiV4hac5HZviNBaiTK-WUe9qryOOsMTDCbv5YEFtGJEoTEXp0gRIVMu10NNgqPn0xpHcb2c/s1600/summer+jorts.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qoxkGnKAMwLZFa1gQjQWJMe1ly-OqziSHzh9-F98B9qs2CjFClSbyeudaZLNZteQeIjAZiV4hac5HZviNBaiTK-WUe9qryOOsMTDCbv5YEFtGJEoTEXp0gRIVMu10NNgqPn0xpHcb2c/s400/summer+jorts.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568764827434212018" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On the other-hand, John Cena wears jorts, and he makes jorts look good....very good. [GUEST NOTE: . . . (speechless)]<br /><br />Guest author: Jake Haseman....for previous bio, find the goat post.andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-40953364711508329512011-01-26T13:27:00.003-07:002011-01-26T13:34:41.580-07:00Reasons why I haven't written in a really long timeI realize i haven't written for awhile.<br />I like to give reasons for my absence. Most of them are pretty lame. All of them are nearly honest.<br /><ol><li>I had a birthday. It was awesome.</li><li>I got a bad cold. Mostly I've become a snot machine.</li><li>Knitting has consumed all my free-time (which is an alarming amount)</li><li>My internet connection is ridiculously frustrating.<br /></li><li>I've been reading a lot.</li><li>My roommate Jesse wants to talk to me. If I don't talk back he burns my clothes.</li><li>Number 6 is only half true. Try to figure out which half.</li><li>I have developed an EXTREMELY embarrassing love for all shows on MTV.</li><li>I'm working. Sort of a lot.</li><li>I like to clean my apartment.</li><li>I take walks around town.</li><li>Hanging out with my little sister</li><li>I'm going to the brewpub. It's a little slice of heaven.</li><li>Sleeping<br /></li></ol>I'm sure I am doing a lot more than just that list.<br />Either way, I have completely forgotten about writing in this thing. Sorry.<br />I'll be better.andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-60929773947982873332011-01-17T08:41:00.002-07:002011-01-17T08:52:42.190-07:00my weekend listFor having barely any plans this weekend, I did quite a lot:<br /><ol><li>Dinner at the Haseman's Friday night</li><li>FIGHT NIGHT</li><li>Fight Night was the best thing I have done in at LEAST.......5 days.</li><li>I think I will write a whole post about it. Eventually.</li><li>Knitting circle on Saturday with Brenda, Kim, and Dimitra. Making this a weekly event. Mostly because I realize that I can only really do one sort of knit...and there is a lot more that I could learn.</li><li>And I like to knit....and drink coffee....and eat brownies.....and kick it with my homegurlz.</li><li>Watched some football and had MEAT NIGHT at the Hasemans.<br /></li><li>I hadn't had a steak in forever. It was pretty great. Sackett's market really DOES have good meat.</li><li>Karaoke an Saturday night. Homahgawd how I love karaoke. We totally brought the party to that place.</li><li>Worked Sunday morning. It was ok.<br /></li><li>FOOTBALL in the afternoon.</li><li>Went to the Hasemans (again) and watched Get Him to the Greek and ate the best dinner EVER!</li><li>I didn't actually realize how much time I spent at the Haseman's this weekend.</li><li>Oh well, they are pretty awesome.</li></ol>So overall it was a bomb weekend.andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418749897551822798.post-18947978420953769852011-01-13T12:37:00.003-07:002011-01-13T12:43:54.873-07:00pen thumb tattoos CAN become pen face tattoosHow's got two thumbs and is a really really big bonehead?<br />THIS GIRL.<br /><br />Last night I was hanging out with some friends.<br />Not very bonehead-ish...yet.<br />For some reason there were sheets of paper and pens all over the table that I was sitting by.<br />This is dangerous for me.<br />I'm a subconscious doodler.<br /><br />I must not have wanted to doodle on the paper on the table.<br />So the next best options was my thumb.<br />Thumb pen tattoos are SUPER popular right now.<br />Did you know that?<br />No? They aren't?<br />Oh, ok.<br /><br />Well this morning I woke up with the exact replica of my fancy thumb pen tattoo printed on my very tired face.<br />The wonderful thing about this was that it wouldn't scrub off.<br />So now I have a faint pen tattoo on the side of my face today.<br />YES.<br /><br />Sincerely, Me....the original bonehead.andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16000426765410564572noreply@blogger.com1