Yeah yeah, I know, I have totally failed this NaBloPoMo concept. I was going pretty good until I hit the weekend and lost all sense of needing to blog. But life goes on, and maybe next November I'll succeed.
But for now, I'm pretty psyched about the newest J.J. Abrams project. For those not addicted to all things LOST and/ or didn't see the trailer for his new movie at the beginning of Transformers, there is a whole new viral marketing/ mysterious plot line out there for the detective in us all to delve into.
The name of this new movie is yet to really be known. It might be Cloverleaf, it might be 01-18-08. We really don't know yet. I know very little about this movie so far and am pretty much DYING to learn more. There are a bunch of blogs and "information" sites out there but most are BS and mean really nothing more than speculation and the publisher's opinions.
There is rumor that this is a new Godzilla movie. Check out the trailer and let me know what you think!
Day 3
Saturday, November 03, 2007
My circle of friends is amazing. I will never deny that. And we all came to attention when Noelle was injured last evening. They were all very concerned for her, enough so to call me MULTIPLE TIMES WHILE I WAS SLEEPING last night. Some calls I answered. Some I didn't. Either way, whatever.
The wake up calls ended up being very similar to a Thursday at the kickball bar so Friday continued to be detox night. I stayed home and ate an entire loaf of garlic bread for dinner and an entire bottle of wine to rinse it down. (yeah yeah detox my ass.) This being said, a drunk, single girl should never ever watch the new bridal gown buying show on TLC. It's just bad news.
Why is it that I am now 29, and 99% single and there are other people not much further past my age and having THIRD wedding? I'm sorry. I can't get one guy to marry me. Forget finding me the third guy willing to spend the rest of his life with me.
The wake up calls ended up being very similar to a Thursday at the kickball bar so Friday continued to be detox night. I stayed home and ate an entire loaf of garlic bread for dinner and an entire bottle of wine to rinse it down. (yeah yeah detox my ass.) This being said, a drunk, single girl should never ever watch the new bridal gown buying show on TLC. It's just bad news.
Why is it that I am now 29, and 99% single and there are other people not much further past my age and having THIRD wedding? I'm sorry. I can't get one guy to marry me. Forget finding me the third guy willing to spend the rest of his life with me.
Day 2
Friday, November 02, 2007
As any reader of Average Twenty Something knows, I can't say enough good things about the fun times involved in kickball. I've met more people this way than any other group function. 98% of my friends I either got involved in kickball or I met in kickball. And while it is a pretty easy, low pressure sport, there are still the occasional accidents.
Unfortunately Noelle fell victim to the ball last night. The field was a little damp and covered in goose poop last night, which may or may not have added to any body malfunction. Or she might have just had a moment of clumsiness. While stopping the ball she attempted to turn her foot/ ankle/ shin in a very odd position that only circus freaks can master. Unfortunately, or fortunately, she isn't that much of a Carnie and her tibia just didn't react well. There was a loud crack, then a scream, and she was down for the count.
But as you may or may not know, Noelle is a huge trooper. Even during the knee-high sport sock removal there was not a single tear. But alas, once the morphine kicked in, our well spoken Noelle couldn't recall the words "train station."
The saddest part of the ordeal, we hadn't even started the game yet, she was only warming up. Alas, we love her still.
It's been just about 24 hours and she is still in the hospital awaiting surgery to put pins in the now three pieces of her tibia. Sounds like she is going to end up with a pretty substantial cast and a good story to tell her kids. And I though my broken nose by dog head was a good one.
Unfortunately Noelle fell victim to the ball last night. The field was a little damp and covered in goose poop last night, which may or may not have added to any body malfunction. Or she might have just had a moment of clumsiness. While stopping the ball she attempted to turn her foot/ ankle/ shin in a very odd position that only circus freaks can master. Unfortunately, or fortunately, she isn't that much of a Carnie and her tibia just didn't react well. There was a loud crack, then a scream, and she was down for the count.
But as you may or may not know, Noelle is a huge trooper. Even during the knee-high sport sock removal there was not a single tear. But alas, once the morphine kicked in, our well spoken Noelle couldn't recall the words "train station."
The saddest part of the ordeal, we hadn't even started the game yet, she was only warming up. Alas, we love her still.
It's been just about 24 hours and she is still in the hospital awaiting surgery to put pins in the now three pieces of her tibia. Sounds like she is going to end up with a pretty substantial cast and a good story to tell her kids. And I though my broken nose by dog head was a good one.
Day 1
Thursday, November 01, 2007
I just started a new job on Monday, and therefore I probably shouldn't be blogging while at work. But it's NaBloPoMo and thanks to Noelle I intend to participate.
I don't want to say too much about my new job. Just that is smells amazing here all the time. Every single second of every single day the entire place smells of fabulous, tantalizing food. This morning when I got here they were also mowing the lawn. What more could you really want? The smell of tasty morsels mixed with the happy smell of fresh cut grass.
I don't want to say too much about my new job. Just that is smells amazing here all the time. Every single second of every single day the entire place smells of fabulous, tantalizing food. This morning when I got here they were also mowing the lawn. What more could you really want? The smell of tasty morsels mixed with the happy smell of fresh cut grass.
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