I got in!

I got into clinicals!

Look what we're all missing out on!

I was looking at Craigs List this morning and I stumbled upon a few posts of people looking for love. Honestly, would you want to date these people?


I'm not the guy you're looking for - 21 (greenfield)

I'm not athletic, muscly, or very manly, but no one would mistake me for being gay. I don't have much money. I can't play the rebel. It's just not my personality. I'm a senior in college, but I'm not certain how I'm going to finish. I will get to it though, maybe not this year. I'm still not sure where I'm going in life. I've had a number of very close, long-term relationships. Turns out I wasn't the guy they were looking for, but I'm still not afraid of romance. My definition of romantic is probably not the same as yours. I'm not the kind of guy you can keep at arm's length. I'm too independent for clingy girls, and I'm too clingy for independent girls. I seem to crave unhappiness. I'm still not sure why this is. I don't want your picture. I don't care what you look like. That's not what this is about. Most of the time I don't care what I look like. This is not because I am completely unattractive. I prefer speaking over an instant messaging service to using the phone. This may be because I haven't matured beyond 14 years of age, but probly not. I'm smart enough to know, and notice, that "probly" is not a word. I'm not enough of an intellectual to actually care. I won't be comfortable around you the first time we meet. If we meet for a 20th time, you'll probably look back and realize that your first impression, whatever it was, was way off. I prefer to be bossed around, yet I'll resent it if I think you're not taking my feelings into account. That might even mean you'd have to know what they are. If I ever feel pressured, I will probably just withdraw. I need a girl who'll try to understand me, not change me. I'm not that big into sex, but this doesn't mean I'm incapable. I find trying to be sexy to be a turnoff, a big one. And while I am completely pessimistic about this whole thing, I'd actually really like to hear from you.






And then there is this 50 year old man:


White male seeks nice lady to cuck me. You can have all the men you want. I will love you and raise your babies. All races are encouraged to reply. I am loving and generous. Pregnant ladies given preference. Please write!

P.S. I don't know what "cuck" means, so if you do, let me know. Hopefully it's not too inappropriate!

This person, I'm sure, is only trying to be a good Samaritan:

I am looking for the guy with an artificial leg that got tasered 6 times by police at the Stone Temple Pilots concert on Friday at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. If you have any info in who he is or how I may contact him, please let me know. I want to testify on his behalf. Please contact me with any info so that I can contact him when he gets out of jail.

Wow! I'm really missing out!

Why does stuff like this only happen to me?

It's only 8:27 am and already this day has started off unusually bad. I was on my way out of work and almost to my car when I realized that I had to go to the bathroom really bad. ( I drank way too much water last night) As most of you know, I only live 5 minutes away, but I really didn't want to wait. So, I go back in and use the downstairs bathroom. Without thinking, I sit down on the toilet and go about my business. I started hearing a strange noise and was looking around to see where it was coming from. As soon as I started realizing what it was...BAM...I got stung by "something" on my bottom! I jumped up and turned around and sure enough, there was a HUGE bee flying around in the toilet. I'm not talking small sweat bee or even the size of a wasp...it was a huge, fat, plump butt stinging bee. I haven't been stung since I was 4 or 5 and it was quite painful. Needless to say, I drove home from work on one cheek wishing I had waited until I got home. So, note to self: always look in toilets before using them!

Side note: I just now got the stinger out. It's kinda hard to see behind yourself!

Other side note: When asking my sister what the heck a bee would be doing in the toilet, she answered that he (yes the bee had a gender) was probably just thirsty and was getting a drink. Right... I think it was because I had Honeysuckle body splash on but it's just a hunch!

A few recent memories to share

Chicks dig him. I kinda do too.
Mmmmmmmm......Corn on the cob!


Danielle's B-Day at Ted Montana's with our Mamas


Danielle and Debbie's Sunday brunch...good times.

"You got the right stuff...baby"

Time to break out my old NKOTB memorabilia!

Can you believe it? Neither can I! The New Kids are starting a reunion tour! Unfortunately they are not stopping in Indiana, so I might have to travel out of state to see my beloved Joey! (or as he now calls himself: Joe Mac- which I will never accept) I never thought this day would come! They were my first concert and I will never forget standing on my chair belting out the words to"Hangin' Tough" and "Cover Girl" at age 8! (Although I doubt they were excited that the majority of their fans were still in grade school)

Update

An update on my ever-changing, fast pace life: I finally got the Internet legitimately! I actually have my own password and connection and don't pick up and/or steal from my neighbor's wireless Internet anymore! I was paying $80.00 for cable only and now I pay $59.99 for cable and Internet. What a steal! Now I can post more regularly since my connection won't be interrupted every five minutes! Other than that, I am off work this Saturday night and boy am I excited! I will probably be spending the night with Kelly and Lincoln as usual. I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend and please pray that I get into clinicals! (I should be finding out soon!)

Good Times

Lincoln and his popped collar.
Random guy, Jeana and Courtney breakin' it down.

Guitar Hero Rocks! Or Courtney thinks so at least!

Who needs their front teeth?

Congratulations Mama!

She got her Masters in Nursing and her loving daughters and family came to watch her! We're so proud of our Martha!

I want my mom...

It's only 8:00am and already my day is off to a bad start. After working all night, the only thing that gets me home in one piece is talking on my phone. Now, it's really early and the only people up at that time are my Mom and my sister. (and Jenny on weekends) Well my Mom is off today, so that left Kelly. I got to talk to her for about 10 seconds then her phone lost its signal and that was that. So, what could make me feel better and keep me going? You guessed it, Burger King! Only after I drove there and ordered, homegirl informs me they are out of cini-minis! Second day in a row! Ahhhhhhh...about that time I felt my heart beginning to palpitate and remembered why I don't drink espresso anymore. I was sooooo tired last night that I gave in. Then the nausea set in and I barely made it home. As I was walking up my stairs it happened. I barfed all over my doorway! Am I five years old and unable to make it to the bathroom? Apparently. Afraid that I may do it again, it is still sitting there, untouched. Gross for my neighbors! I think I'll call my Mom and have her come clean it up...just kidding. The only funny part to this story is that the 10 seconds that I did talk to my sister, she informed me of her dream she had last night. She was at a frat party getting seduced by a half -man half -squirrel in the bathtub. I'm not sure I know what she means by seduced, but I probably don't want to know. Oh, and my stomach feels a little better. That's all, I'm done complaining. Over and out.

Why so happy?

Did I mention it's my first weekend off in 17 weeks? I don't think I did. I have big plans already. My mom graduates with her Masters in Nursing Friday evening then we're all going out to dinner. After that, I get to go back to the booming metropolis that is Connersville and stay the night with my sister and this little boy. Saturday night, I'm going to my friend Jeana's for a cookout. I haven't seen my friends forever so I'm beyond excited! I just have to get through one more night of work...