WHOA...

So I'm not typically the sort of person to do the whole online quiz thing, I really don't want to know anything more about my personality, but anyway I was bored. What else can I say? That said, it should be noted that Feel Good Inc. is my song. REALLY and TRUELY! "Dare" is my favorite but there's just somethig about this one, whatever the reason I was, as could be expected, flabbergasted when the results came in. I just sat there wide-eyed saying "whoa" a lot.

Your 2005 Song Is Feel Good Inc by Gorillaz

"Love forever love is free.
Let's turn forever you and me."

In 2005, you were loving life and feeling no pain
What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?



In other news, I am no longer anti-energy drinks. It really didn't take much to sway me. I had to work an 8 hr shipment shift that lasted till about 1 am and the manager offered to by us drinks. I said I couldn't stand Redbull, but I promised to try this other one he recommended. Lets just say there was a noteworthy change in my energy level...a very noteworthy change. I ended up having another, which was actually about 4 servings, and on an empty stomach as well....mmmm, Good Times! I got stuff done that night! the most amusing part of the whole experience was reading the warning, "not for children or pregnant women." Harming the unborn...? What we won't do for a pick me up!

I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES!

I have the odd feeling that this humble little blog is going to be more in the public eye. I have been doing a bit of publicity (now, Holly, don't faint yet). In a subtle yet ingenious way I have been leaving comments on newly discovered blogs of people that I don't know but will soon be acquainted with. Are you confused yet? Good. My work here is done.

10/4

Food Offerings...?

Being forced to wake up at an unfortunate hour this morning some friends and myself made a necessary stop a Starbucks. Being as entirely incoherent as we were we opted for the drive through verses braving the arduous 6 ft journey from the car to the counter. We sat there in the line vainly reviewing the menu options (seeing as no one ever actually has a question in their mind as to what they want at Starbucks). Anyway here I am scanning lazily and then my eyes catch something. I blink, think, and then speak. Yes it does indeed say, quite boldly, above the list of pasteries and other over preserved breakfast options "Food Offerings"......? Food offerings?? My, my I was under the impression that when phrased this way
"offerings" was nearly synonomous with sacrafices; like to God. Hmm, maybe Cain's offering would have been more acceptable if he'd brought something from the Starbucks menu. Just a thought...

Luge vs. Lyrics

So apparently the olympics are losing viewers to the all consuming American Idol, which I find entirely hilarious! Come now people just imagine how these olympians would feel knowing that their lifetime of dedication, determination, and ...... (I need another 'd' word)... DILIGENCE! (that works)are being disregarded in the name of skantily clad "singer/songwriters/aspiring models" and metrosexuals. I really can't say much about it seeing as I've never caught a single episode of American Idol and all I know about the current winter games are a few of the crazy injuries; this is pretty much just another example of how the human race never ceases to baffle me. Perhaps if American Idol could be likened unto the singing olmypics I would be able to wrap my head around this one however "ethnically diverse" though their panel of judges may be I hardly think that Simon Cowell, Randy Jackson, and Paula Abdul in any manner represent any country, provence, or the like. People, people, people.... I suppose it could always be worse

Hold on a sec, shhh.... did you hear that? It's the human condition. He says he's here to stay.

Enter Florence on the Holly and Mary Frances Scene. I will hence forth use this blog as a means of passing on the meager insights into life and the universe which deign to show themselves to me. Mind you, do not expect anything spectacular, frequent, or rational, for if you do you will be most severely disapointed.

Picturesque

Again this was for photojournalism. It was the last shot on the roll and I had already climed the tree to get my final shot for the actual project which was supposed to be of people. I was terrified that I was going to fall out so I just laid their for a while and thought I'd get a picture while I pondered how to get down.... I did get down but not before the "grounds keeper"came around in his silver jetta and told us to get out of the tree. We did and thankfully no plots had to be added to this mournful scene.

PEACE.... or perhaps rest in peace (I'm unsure...)

Temporary Insanity!!!!!!!

My sister and I wrote this while we were trying to stay awake during church. Bear with me.

A long time ago there was a trio of barbers. They loved to cut hair, but, what they loved even more was cow-tipping. They would sneak out every night (telling their wives they were bowling) and wait for the cows to fall asleep. Then they would strike. Their motto was,"Strike Hard! Strike Fast! TIP THEM COWS!" Those bovines didn't stand a chance. Until that fateful night when Ted tried to tip the head honcho of cows, the great bambino of bovines himself. That day was when their cow-tipping ceased. Those three barbers were heart broken. They almost didn't make it.sWhat saved them was a little girl named Butch. She saw that Ted had lost the battle with the beast, so the grabbed her dad's ax and did the bravest thing you've ever heard of. She cut Ted's hair. Now, you need to understand that Ted's hair was as long as Pinocchio's nose on a bad day. The other two barbers were jealous, and bald. His hair is what caused him to lose the battle against the Beast. He got tangled in his tresses and tripped. He knew he could never hope to beat the Beast without first cutting his hair, but he couldn't do it. Ever since that mullet in second grade, he had had long hair. It was a part of him, like a third arm. So you can imagine what happened when Butch cut it clean off. First he ran like a banshee then jumped like a monkey then passed out cold. He was never the same after that night. Butch felt awful. She had no idea he was so attached to his mile long mullet. She immediately signed him up for therapy. In his therapy sessions he revealed that his dream was to tip the Beast, That would make him the greatest cow tipper this world has ever known. His therapist was able to help him work through his pain and cause him to realize that he could still fulfill his dream. Even without his hair. He felt empowered. He wanted to give cow-tipping another chance.

Ending #1.) But after seeing what Ted was capable of when he went berserk, the other guys were kinda scared to join him in the sport again. So they went their separate ways, breaking up the trio. But, about 20 years later, they read in the paper that some crazy guy named Ted had tipped over a tank of a cow and was the happiest man the police had ever seen as they took him to prison to await the death penalty.

Ending #2.) So we decided to give cow-tipping another chance. Late that night we all snuck up on the Beast. We looked at each other, whispered,"1-2-3," and heave hoed. He woke up, bellowed, and went down. We yelled, cheered, and shouted our motto,"Strike Hard! Strike Fast! TIP THEM COWS!" But, something we didn't anticipate happened. Ole Beastie had a heart attack and died. So, rather then let a hunk of beef go to waste we had a barbecue to celebrate. The ribs were off the hook, and Ted had finally gotten his life back, thanks to Butch's therapist.

THE END

Reversal of the Powers that Be

So I was getting some laundry done this evening and going through the typical hasel of matching socks when something entirely abnormal happened. I found three of the same sock. This was no ordinary white sock it was strikingly patterned with some crazy duck design. I sat there for a moment and evaluated the situation. Perhaps this was some bizarre occurence, a gift from the one that eats all the others, an act of apology....? THE DRYER MONSTER IS GIVING BACK!!! Who knows, it will be forced to go down in history as a curious event that disproved every law of nature. Socks are nothing to be reckoned with.....who knew?

(Enter--Newbie)

So here she is our new contributor! Florence who I was hoping would pen herself Flo but that really isn't for me to decide. She will fit well and stand out. I'm excited to hear whatever she has to say (I wait with bated breath missy) and I'm hoping she will grace us more than every once and a while. (Lets all thank Google for the pic, I certainly chuckled!)

Anyway as for my day. First of all I woke up late and that was no good because I had work to finish but no matter I plowed ahead ready for my day. I made it to school in good time and amazingly found a place to park. Upon exiting I realized the unbrella I had brought along was broken, but seeing as I prize being dry over vanity I sucked it up and grabbed my bookbag. the next thing I realized was that it is very easy to go an entire day without thinking about your feet, however it is a daunting task to go a mere second without thinking about them when they are hopelessly wet (as mine were). In short I wore the wrong shoes. At this point it was getting steadily more difficult to ignore all these little things, as I wrestled the mangled umbrella out of my hair, tried to ignore my sopping feet, all the while keeping tissues handy for my relentless sneezing (I now also have a cold). I did however make it to class, all tissues accounted for, and I tryed to compose myself for 2 solid hours of French verb conjugation. I was ready. I realized very quickly that this wasn't going to be any easy task. My professer entered, bonjoured me and asked if I was sick. I fumbled out a nearly inaudible Oui along with some other poorly constructed sentance then decided today would be a good day to not speak. The rest of the class went about the same way as I attempted conversation with french speaking mumblers using words that could have been turkish for all I new. Class eventually did end and I met up with a friend to get some work done. After about another 2 hours I gave up and left early. The rest of my day was pretty much the same though I did switch shoes. I'm looking forward to sunny days and the ability to breath through my nose again, until then I'll learn to appreciate the immense variety of tissue box designs that are out there.

Love and Sniffles (they're all I have to offer)

Introduction of New Character

Enter Florence on the Mary Frances and HMS scene. Hopeful, evey once and a while I will be able to add to your blog the small nuggets of insight which deign to come my way. Mind you this is not a usual occurance, and most of my posts will most likely be in the genre of rant, befuddlement, or hilarity.