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A few months ago (maybe six), I was walking into my apartment building and ended up getting into the elevator with a random dude in my building.  We'd met before and I said hello and we settled in for our brief elevator ride.  Whilst riding in the elevator and breathing, as I often do, I smelled a familiar smell.  The Bikram smell. Yes, Bikram has a smell.  It's hard to describe.  I mean, how do

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Guns N' Roses: Paradise City Why this song?  Why not?

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Just a little flava of my month, via Instagram photos.  Enjoy!

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Mandatory fun = "fun" stuff (parties, birthday cake surprises, New Year kickoffs) that one is forced to do based on your position in the workplace. Mandatory fun is part of working.  It's especially part of working if'n you're a manager in your workplace.  If'n you're a manager there is an expectation that you participate in any and all "fun" stuff to set the example for others.  I've been a

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I recently joined Pinterest.  I will refrain from talking about the significant time suck this thing is, as I have so many time sucks that talking about them will turn into a time suck. That being said, Pinterest presents some helpful ideas.  One such idea was from a gal making smoothie packs to put in her freezer.  Hers involved freezing yogurt which was odd, but I liked the general idea and

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Maroon Five: Moves Like Jagger This song has been on the radio a ton lately.  It's peppy and stuff.  Although, why does Adam Levine always have to run around without a shirt on?  Show off.

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Several months ago I was in a yoga class.  Yes, I'm going to talk about the yoga.  You'll be fine.  Promise. Anyway, several months ago I was in a class and Teacher Nancy said something that made me think.  Here's what she said, "some people are born with the gift of flexibility.  Other people are born with the gift of strength.  Some are born with both of those gifts.  Some are born with

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Self-care.  We talk about it in social work.  We talk about it, and talk about it, and talk about it, ad nauseum.  It gets old.  And yet we talk about it for a reason.  Because if we don't take care of ourselves, as people, then we can't function very well as social workers.  I know this.  I've talked about this.  It's not news to me. But sometimes I feel selfish as I participate in the

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Half Empty by David Rakoff Before you read this book report, watch this video of David Rakoff talking to Jon Stewart about this book.  I'll be here when you finish.                         The Daily Show With Jon StewartMon - Thurs 11p / 10c David Rakoff www.thedailyshow.com Daily Show Full EpisodesPolitical Humor & Satire BlogThe Daily Show on Facebook This book was borrowed from

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Kristen Chenoweth and Idina Menzel: Wicked Medley Wicked the musical - defying gravity by chaosbleedsbtvs Becky is coming in town this weekend!  And we are going to see Wicked!  And I am so excited!

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•  Slept through church.  Oops. •  Went to two open houses.  It upsets me that people think they can ask so much money for a house that isn't even close to worth it.  The other upsetting part?  People will pay it.  While I'm all for having our economy bounce back, I'd love to see a dip in home prices.  Pretty please? •  Speaking of open houses, one of them was a lovely (overpriced) home in a

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The Roots with Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake: History of Rap part I The Roots with Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake: History of Rap part II There are no words.  Just watch and enjoy the beauty of this combo.

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Have you ever had one of those days where you wish you could have sidebar?  Like in court, but in life.  You know, pull someone to the side and have a conversation without other people having to hear?  I've decided I would like that feature in my life.  Except, I'd like to merge it with Zack Morris' ability to freeze time and then address the camera.  Remember that?  When he would call "Time out

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“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” ― Anaïs Nin Ain't that the truth, y'all.  

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Sugar Blues by William Dufty Having been inspired by Rabid's book reports, I've decided to do my own in a more consistent way (and while I'm at it, keep track of them in this sweet book Becky got me a while ago).  While reading her post on Sunday I picked up a new rule: the 100 page rule.  As in, read 100 pages of a book and if it's awful I get to move on.  This book?  Well, I didn't know about

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She & Him - In The Sun Couldn't decide on a Music Video Monday for today.  Drew a blank.  Nothing spicy coming to mind.  Asked the husband.  He says, "something with Zooey Deschanel."  I Googled, found this, and here we are.  It's like the innocent and sweet version of Britney Spears' "Baby One More Time." Apparently Zooey's mom, Mary Jo, was in Twin Peaks.  And her dad, Caleb, was the

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Those are my legs.  The bottom half, anyway.  Those lil' bony ankles right there?  Those are mine. The husband likes to tease me about them.  Sometimes we'll be on a walk (a talk) and he'll say something along the lines of, "your ankles are freakishly tiny.  How do they even hold you up?" And it's true.  They're freakishly small.  As are my wrists.  The rest of my body?  Not freakishly small

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A little co-lodge of my Instagram photos from December.  I sorta have a crush on Instagram.  It's fun.

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This is so cool.  I love me some flowcharts.  'Specially funny ones.

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Me and that dude I live with, we like to go on walks.  Okay, he likes to go on walks and I humor him.  The thing about these walks is that we talk.  Lots and lots of talking.  Not as though we don't talk when we're not on the walks, but the walks facilitate the talking.  I think it's because we don't have to make eye contact or something.  Dudes don't always love the eye contact when you're

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In late November I started a little challenge with myself.  No, I didn't challenge myself to eat less sugar (although that would be good) or to stop drinking soda (which would also be good).  Nope, I challenged myself to wear all the clothes I have in my closet. Does this sound silly?  It might be silly.  It might.  But, I have a tendency to wear the same boring outfits over and over again and

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Arrested Development: Tennessee My brother and I were chatting via Gmail video chat the other night (which is highly entertaining, by the way.  Try it if you can).  Anyway, I said something about Arrested Development (I think I was referencing the TV show) and he started singing this song.  Whoa, this song is old.  Like 1992, old.  So I listened to the song again to remind myself what it was

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I'm not so great at New Year's resolutions.  I'm okay at making them, but not so great at the follow through.  Prolly because I create unrealistic expectations for myself and then fall short.  And then I feel like crap and beat myself up about it.  Lather, rinse, repeat (as needed).  Tonight I was reading through some draft posts hiding on the blog and found a link to this blog post.  It talks

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Okay, so maybe the best Christmas movie ever.  I love this one so much.  It brings a smile to my face every time I watch it and it never fails to get me in the holiday spirit.  If you've never seen it, I recommend you take a look.  If "It's a Wonderful Life" is your favorite Christmas movie, I suggest you try this one out.  It just might trump the "Wonderful" in "Life."

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When I'm depressed, I do things I shouldn't.  I eat things I shouldn't. And too much of it, generally speaking.I don't exercise. I get angry at others, but mostly at myself (which presents itself in anger toward others).I read blogs that I shouldn't.  Those blogs of girls with a bajillion babies.  The girls who act like their lives are perpetually wonderful and fantastic.  And I momentarily

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Coldplay: Clocks I'm sitting here in my in-law's home.  The husband is asleep on the couch.  The dog is asleep on the floor.  Two separate clocks are ticking out the seconds.  But not in unison.  I think, "there's gotta be a song that relates to this." Clocks, of course.

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Tonight's class was hot.  Hot, hot, hot.  Yes, I'm sure you're saying, "duh, Jessica.  It's Bikram.  That's it's job to be hot."  But tonight was excessively so.  I got there on time, from my perspective, but I had forgotten that the 6:30p class is insanely well attended.  On top of that, Loren was teaching and he is insanely popular at the studio.  I placed my mat (luckily there was a spot

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Florence + The Machine: Shake It Out Florence.  She's wild.  Her music videos are even wilder.  That being said, her new album is rocking my world.  Rabid gifted me this gem and I have been listening to it as often as possible since last week.  At work, at home, etc.  It's sort of mesmerizing and unique and I quite like it.  Lots. This here song is peppy.  Yep, peppy.  And I need some pep on

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R.E.M. - We All Go Back To Where We Belong This is fun.  And awkward.

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Dear Prednisone, It is now twice that you've saved me from puffy skin, itchy eyes, and unsightly rashes.  Twice that random beauty products have marred my somewhat attractive face and made it awful and ugly to look at.  One would think that high-quality beauty products wouldn't cause such a reaction, but it appears that my skin is excessively sensitive and cannot be exposed to new things.  Such

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Anxiety is a pain.  It keeps me awake and causes me to feel like I can't breathe.  If I wasn't so sure that Xanax would be my BFF if I started taking it, I'm sure I'd check it out. That being said, this here anxiety causes me to be rather productive when I'm not able to fall asleep.  I get ideas.  Good ones.  Almost as good as the ones that I get in the shower or while blow drying my hair! Last

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...(insert riff from that one Ice Cube song). It was!  It was a good day!  Despite the lack of sleep last night due to excessive anxiety (seriously dudes.  Excessive.), it was a great day.  My meetings went well and were rather painless, despite a visit from an outside analyst who keeps us on track at work (vague enough?).  I was able to complete some tasks and held my tongue as needed (it's

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A little Music Video Monday for your enjoyment.  Why?  'Cause I took the day off work.  I think I worked 14 days in a row or something really stupid like that.  And I figured I needed a day off.  Granted, I worked on a budget from home so I suppose I didn't really take the day off.  But at least I got to sleep in and run errands and watch TV.  Yay for Netflix streaming! Tori Amos - I Can't See

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A while ago (who knows how long?), the husband talked about a comment an acquaintance had made to him.  He said, "the partner track is basically a cake eating contest.  And the prize is more cake." When the husband told me about it, I laughed.  Hard.  Because it's so true!  These things that we work so hard at, work, school, life, just give us more of the same.  Which is not to complain that we

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Life transitions are often unkind.  Ever notice that?  And to add insult to injury, they are also unpleasant.  Not so much because they are hard, but because they are simply unpleasant.  A recent bout of transitions have plagued me and my life and I'm a bit worse for wear.  Two funerals in as many months, stressful work events, the beginnings of the process to purchase a home, and some hand, foot

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I'm having one of those days where I'm slightly (excessively?) ungrateful.  Ornery up the wazoo and agitated.  Could be because I'm stuck in the apartment on a type of quarantine due to catching hand, foot, and mouth disease.  Yeah, that's a thing.  I don't do so good when I'm cooped up all day.  Well, I should clarify that I don't do well cooped up all day when it's not by choice.  When I choose

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In my last post I talked about my 30-day challenge.  30 Bikram classes in 30 days.  I was doing pretty fantastic up until day 21.  I took a trip to Utah for two days for a funeral (my grandfather's, and that's a separate story) and didn't go to class.  I just couldn't, you know?  Too much to handle in a short amount of time.  But, I got back on track on Wednesday after the funeral and then headed

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I'm currently in the midst of this little thing called a 30-day challenge.  30 Bikram yoga classes in 30 days.  I'm doing a class everyday since I can't even fathom the idea of doing two in one day.  So far I've done 8 classes and I'm feeling pretty good.  My class last night was excellent and I can feel myself getting stronger.  I'm eating a little healthier just naturally and I'm making the

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Last weekend brought a trip to Chicago.  Why Chicago?  'Cause I work for a Catholic organization.  And that Catholic organization is sponsored by a specific group of Sisters (nuns).  My workplace started sending groups of people to visit the Sisters a few years ago.  This year was my turn to go, with 7 of my coworkers. Now, work trips can get a bad rap.  And, to be honest, I was a little nervous

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Lady Gaga: Born This Way Thanks to Rabid for opening my eyes to the awesomeness that is Lady Gaga.  This isn't the full music video (the full one is 7 minutes long), but a video of her performance on Saturday Night Live last week.  If you know what's good for you, you'll go on over to Hulu and watch SNL from last week.  Justin Timberlake hosted.  That kid is secksy.

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Sugarland: Stay   (Becky, feel free to comment regarding your disappointment in my song choice.) While this music video is beautiful, the song is quite sad.  Why such a sad song?  Well, I went and saw Something Borrowed on Saturday.  The husband made me see Fast Five on Friday night and as a reward to myself for suffering through that film I went to a movie by myself on Saturday.  If you've

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As I mentioned, I spent last weekend with Megan and Rabid in the land of Sparks.  A wonderful weekend was had by all (really!), and I was sad to come home.  But home I came, and the sadness of being home set in.  But I was reminded this week of something I learned from that Rabid-friend.  See, the Runner we call Rabid is pretty excited about everything.  Whilst in the Sparkly-town she researched

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Dave Matthews Band: Everyday I just realized this video has Frank from 30 Rock in it.  That made me laugh. This song is in my top 25 most played list in iTunes.  Although the Everyday album by DMB is not a great one, I do like this song.  And it's a happy song, which makes sense because I took the day off work and I just spent an entire weekend with Rabid and Megan.  There's no better way to

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"This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.” -George Bernard Shaw Turns out, I'm kind of a pain

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So, there was this point in time that I didn't wear blush.  And being the pale-face that I am, this was not a great situation.  I don't generally get a lot of sun and when I do there's a lot of sunscreen involved.  I'm afraid of skin cancer, yo! Anyway, my dear sweet friend Carmen broke the news to me that blush was a necessary evil for a gal like me.  (She's also the friend who put me on the

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I finished the book "Bright-Sided: How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America" by Barbara Ehrenreich a while ago.  Like months and months ago, but failed to write about it.  Which is weird because I really liked it and it's sociological perspective.  But, that's just how life goes I guess. My bestie Becky sent me this book some time last year.  The author was on an

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I finished up this book last week.  Let's Take The Long Way Home by Gail Caldwell is an intense and enjoyable read.  I enjoyed Rabid's post about this book, and I thought I should write a little ditty for fun.  I love reading, but it's only been recently that I've started reading more non-fiction books.  I used to read mostly fiction, but then I got hooked on non-fiction and read a whole slew of

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TLC: Unpretty Is anyone a Glee watcher?  I think the stories are pretty good, but I'll be honest (and nerdy) and say that I really like it for the music.  I was in A Cappella and Chamber choirs in high school and I love music as a general rule.  (Although I draw the line at church choirs.  Mostly because my high school a cappella choir teacher used to tell us that we sounded like a "ward choir

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So, I'm thinking it'll be book report week.  Mostly because I have three books I've finished in the past little while and a book report can be a helpful reminder of what I learned. I finished "The Tipping Point: How Little Things Can Make a Big Difference" by Malcolm Gladwell a few weeks ago.  I really love Malcolm Gladwell.  I think it's partly the way he writes and the fact that I previously

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Alanis Morisette: Ironic Who doesn't sing along to this song when it comes on the radio?  Very few people, I'm sure.  Also, I sorta love her grungy, curly hair.  I always think I should grow my hair long again, but then I reconsider it.  Maybe I'll start thinking about it again...

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Tonight was a night to remember.  Kari and I went on a Lady Date.  That's right.  Two married heterosexual ladies out on the town.  We're wild.  And what was the date, you ask?  Well, it was an event at Nokia Theater.  An event with Steve Martin and Tina Fey.  An event in which we got a (signed) copy of Tina's new book, Bossypants.  An event at which we had fantastic tickets.  A place where we

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ADELE: Rolling in the Deep I'm loving ADELE right now.  Where have I been?!  When I mentioned to the husband that I was really loving this song, he explained to me that she wrote it because of a really bad breakup.  After I gave him a strange look he explained that he learned this information on VH1's JumpStart.  A show he watches each Saturday while I sleep in. My husband is awesome, isn't

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Do you ever have those days when you are so over it?  Yeah, that would be today.  I'm lacking any and all motivation to do anything.  I haven't been to yoga in over a week.  I just want to sit at home and watch mindless TV and eat sugar.  Lots of sugar.  I'm ornery and I'm not even close to starting my period so I can't blame it on that. I'm just so tired.  Everything requires effort.  Even the

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So, here's the deal.  I have a problem with buying books.  I love books.  I love bookstores.  I could spend hours wandering the aisles, stacking piles of books in a basket and then buying a good chunk of them.  Problem with that is that I already have plenty of books at home.  Plenty of books at home that I haven't read.  That picture above?  An entire shelf of books that I've purchased,

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Natasha Bedingfield: Strip Me I'm not working today.  I got home last night from Utah where I attended my little brother's wedding.  It feels so weird that my youngest sibling is married, but I'm so happy for him.  Anyway, I got home last night but had decided to take today off work for two reasons.  1) I needed time to relax after a weekend away and 2) I'm going to stop accruing paid time off

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R.E.M.: Daysleeper Once again, better late than pregnant. R.E.M. is one of the bands I regularly come back to and think, "why haven't I been listening to them?"

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The Head and the Heart: Lost in My Mind This band opened for Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds in December last year.  Generally I find opening bands to be a waste of time and allows me the opportunity to get some food before a show and buy some t-shirts.  But this band rocked.  Very enjoyable.

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For years I have been encouraged by others (and sometimes by myself) to take better care of myself.  I am at the point where I am actually doing that (the process of which is an entirely separate post) and it feels good.  In school the professors, and other students, always encouraged us to focus on self-care.  To make it part of our daily life.  There was a lot of talk about why (because it's

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I caved.  I broke the Spending Sabbatical.  I bought a sweater, yoga shorts and a water bottle.  I probably didn't need any of that stuff, but everyone makes mistakes.  Right? So, I'm back on track.  I ordered some clothes online, but they were purchased with gift cards which were acquired with credit card points.  I will do my best to be a good girl for the next several months. An example to

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~ I prefer brown rice to white rice.  But get annoyed that brown rice takes forever to cook.    ~ I haven't cooked dinner in weeks. ~ I have a hard time trusting people as a general rule.  And oddly enough I will leave my car keys in my car when I go to yoga because you have to double park (and the attendants ask you to leave your keys in the car).  And I almost don't think twice about it. ~

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Lisa Loeb: Stay (I missed you) I wasn't going to post a music video today.  I was tired and annoyed and it was MONDAY for crying out loud and Mondays make me tired before they even begin.  But then a post from Sue P. popped up in my Googley Reader and she talked about me!  I felt special.  And realized that maybe some people like my music video choices. That being said, you may not like this

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Andy Samberg: On the Ground Okay, I guess this isn't really a music video.  But it's a Digital Short from Saturday Night Live that includes singing so I feel like that should count. Megan reminded me of this little gem with a post on The Facebook and I just thought I'd share the fun.

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~ Not shopping is hard. ~ The husband is a fantastic stalker on The Facebook. ~ My new favorite treat is Emergen-C mixed with Pellegrino.  It's nice and fizzy and helps decrease my soda intake. ~ It's amazing how much better I feel after a full night of sleep.  Must focus on actually making that happen and not staying up later than necessary.  ~ For as much as I have disliked my years in Los

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Ke$ha: Your Love is My Drug Don't judge me for this song.  I'm not a fan of Ke$ha as a person, necessarily.  But this song gets me excited every time I hear it.  It's got a great beat, and hey, it's Valentine's Day today so it's extra fitting! Team, you have two options: 1. Enjoy your Valentine's Day. 2. As a work-friend of mine said, "Valentine's Day is for amateurs."  So, if you're a

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John Mayer: Say Better late than pregnant.  Right? I heard this song on the way home from work today.  Which was funny, 'cause I'd just posted on The Facebook about how I need to be nicer and keep my unkind and negative thoughts to myself.  Then I heard this song and knew that was a silly idea.

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Homework Check:       This was the note her daughter brought into school the next day. "Dear Ms. Davis,I want to be very clear on my child’s illustration. It is NOT of me on a dance pole on a stage. I work at Home Depot and had commented to my daughter how much money we made in the recent snowstorm. This drawing is of me selling a shovel.Mrs. Harrington" p.s. a big fat thank you to my

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“There is nothing more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.”  ~ Homer, Odyssey ~~~ It has occurred to me as of late that the husband and I have been married for, like, ever.  9 1/2 years.  We got married when we were merely children.  Twenty-one years of age is far too young to get married I think,

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Kelly Clarkson: My Life Would Suck Without You Kelly Clarkson is the only American Idol whose name I can pull up if asked, "who are the American Idols?"  She was the original and she has a voice that could knock your socks off. Also, this Music Video Monday is brought to you by Rabid (of Rabidrunner fame).  She sent me this song yesterday.  A song that speaks for itself.  Life without

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~ I'm currently watching Gilmore Girls.  Yes, I'm a tweener at heart. ~ I went to work today with Bikram hair.  Meaning that I went to Bikram yoga last night, got my hair sopping wet with sweat, slept on my hair, got up and didn't wash my hair, pinned my hair back in a messy up-do, and went to work.  I was disgusted with myself, but oddly satisfied too. ~ I don't have to work tomorrow.  I was

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I'm not sentimental.  We've established that fact.  There are some minor exceptions, but all in all I don't care much about stuff.  (I mean, I like stuff, but I'm okay without it.) In addition to that, I thought the Esposo wasn't sentimental.  He doesn't care much for stuff either. Well team, I stand corrected. To 'splain, I must tell a brief story When the Esposo and I were first married he

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I am inhibited.  Not uninhibited.  Inhibited.  And it's getting on my last nerve. I started thinking about this when I met with Justin Hackworth for my 30 Strangers appointment.  He had his music going and explained that during Year One of the project he had all the participants dance.  He said he hadn't done it since then, but he thought now was the time.  I, of course, hemmed and hawed

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Sara Bareilles: King of Anything I'm Queen for the Day, 'cause I don't have to work.  Such a luxury because Mondays are my heavy meeting day.  But not this Monday.  It's a holiday!  I plan to go to a 12p Bikram class then write some thank you notes that have been staring at me.  I like writing thank you notes, but sometimes they take a lot of effort to get done.  Coming to a mailbox near you.

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Ingrid Michaelson: Maybe Ahhh, Monday.  Such a day.  Every week Monday is a day.  Long and full of meetings.  Next Monday is a holiday!  Happy day!  Music always makes the day better and I've had the Ingrid Michaelson CD in my car on repeat for the past week or so. Today is a special Monday because I've added a Mediocre Mob component.  Why?  Well, 'cause of this comment: I like that

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The Esposo and I spend a good deal of time at home on the weekends.  Our weekdays (and Sundays for that matter) are very busy, so Saturdays are our day to relax and hang out.  Just thought I'd share some pieces from our day. ~ Esposo is saddle soaping my second pair of boots, but was having difficulty because of the floppy leather.  So he has me put the boot on so he can finish up.  I felt like

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Like I said, I'm not great at resolutions.  I tend to be unrealistic and such.  Kinda like when I told the Esposo that I planned to not purchase anything new for myself until my birthday on May 25 (this it the part where you mark your calendar so as to not miss my birthday this year.  I'll wait.....). Moving on. So, I told the Esposo I wouldn't purchase anything for myself until my birthday. 

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Florence + The Machine: Dog Days are Over Okay, this music video is straight up weird.  Odd.  Strange-sauce.  But the song is just so damn catchy and it makes you move.  And considering that this is my funky time of year (as in, I tend to be in a funk) I need something catchy. Happy New Year!

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It's the New Year and all and I'm not great at making resolutions or sticking to them for that matter.  But this post isn't about resolution, it's about my theme.  And my theme for the year is this: Aim Low. Yes, you read that right.  Aim Low. Now, I'll be honest and say (if it needs saying) that this is sarcastic on a variety of levels.  First, there are a number of mommy bloggers out there

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Dave Matthews Band: Out of My Hands Bek and I attended the Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds show in Vegas this past weekend.  Dave played the piano!  And, to be more specific, he played this song!  I swoon over piano playin' dudes.  The show was spectacular.  Three hours of heaven.  And the openers, The Head and The Heart, were great.  The openers are always a toss-up.  Sometimes they're just

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Okay, so today was my second time at the Bikram studio by my house.  In preparation, I ordered some new shorts so I'm more appropriately dressed for all of the heat and sweat involved in this class.  To be exact, I ordered these shorts. Now, these shorts appear to hit at mid-thigh, right?  Well, when they came in the mail today I pulled them out of the bag and thought, "there's no way in hell

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Dave Matthews Band: Spaceman Yes, yes, Dave again.  I know others grow tired of him, but I love his stuff.  And I'm so ready to see Dave and Tim Reynolds in a couple of weeks.  You wanna know the added bonus of this upcoming concert (other than the hanging out with Becky part)?  The way my schedule works out this month I won't have to work any Fridays.  At all.  For the whole month.  And

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As evidenced by my lack of posting, I suck at expressing my gratitude.  That, or my life has not been conducive to posting on a blog.  Or doing anything really.  I've been laying around the house since last Wednesday (unless you count all the Thanksgiving cooking I did).  I haven't taken this many days off work since I start back in June so it has been nice to hang out with the Esposo, sleep in,

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Dave Matthews Band:  Too Much Only a few short weeks until Bek and I meet up in Vegas once again to see Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds work their magic.  I'm quite excited.  For Dave & Tim and some time with Bek. Also, I chose this song because, as it turns out, I've had too much.  Apparently my limit for working 50-60 hours per week is about 6 months.  Who knew?  Oh wait, I did.  I've had

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The Internets in our place were malfunctioning this week.  Gladly, the Internets Repair Dude came (early) this morning and fixed it up nice for us.  Turns out, we needed a new modem.  Easy peasy. SEVENTEEN: Travel.  Whether for fun or for work, it has been a great opportunity.  I have been able to see so much that I never would have known about. EIGHTEEN: Living in Pennsylvania.  When I was

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My husband. Why have I waited 16 days to bust this one out?  Well, today's a special day.  It's our anniversary today.  Nine years of marriage is being celebrated.  Much cheesiness could be shared in this post, but I'll spare you the cheese.  Let me just say that choosing to marry him was the best decision I've made in my life.  And we still like each other!

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Where I live. Now, for those of you who know me (and for some that merely read this blog), you probably know that I don't love where I live.  And in all actuality I complain a lot about where I live.  It goes something like "I-hate-Los-Angeles-it's-dirty-and-ugly-and-too-sunshiney-and-I-think-it's-a-giant-craphole."  Upbeat and lively, no?  But just because I don't like where I live it doesn't

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VH1 TV Shows | Music Videos | Celebrity Photos | News & Gossip Dolly Parton: 9 to 5 Remember this movie?  Oh, I love this movie.  It's so completely crazy.  And, hello, Dolly Parton?  Awesome.  Also, why did I watch this as a child?  As I recall, there's a helluvalot of inappropriateness in this film. Anyway, the point of this Music Video Monday?  My goal this week is to work no more than 9

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My education. The process of going to college, and eventually graduate school, was a strange one for me.  I don't recall ever being encouraged to go to college by my parents or other family, or even friends (although my memory is poor, so that could be really wrong).  For some reason, I just figured that's what you do so I did it.  I went to junior college and finished up at a university and

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Responsibility. I'm grateful for responsibility.  Sometimes the amount of responsibility in my world borders on ridiculous, and yet I know I'm learning something from all of it.  I don't know what I'm learning all the time.  I'm sure I'll figure it out at some point in the near or distant future. The price of greatness is responsibility.  ~Winston Churchill  (The quote I repeat to myself when

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Dinner with friends. Any meal will do, actually.  As long as we can sit, talk, laugh, possibly cry (from sadness or laughter), and enjoy the company of the other.  This type of activity soothes my soul and helps me have the energy for another day.

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Technology. Ho boy, I love technology.  Maybe too much.  Either way it has created multiple opportunities for me.  When I moved to Oregon I was able to continue working for my employer in Los Angeles due to the joys of technology.  I can video chat with my siblings who live in different states because of the magic of Google.  I can email my father who has been in Italy for the better part of the

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Airplanes. Even though I'm not a huge fan of flying (it's uncomfortable, I can't sleep on planes, etc.), I'm grateful for the opportunity it gives me to see my family and friends all over the country and world.  Granted it's still a bit freaky, considering you're sitting in a chair in the sky.

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Great coworkers. My job is intense (blah, blah, blah.  You've heard that a lot, right?).  My coworkers are hilarious, though.  Granted, we laugh at things we shouldn't laugh at (part of this field, I think).  But, we enjoy each others company and we encourage each other to work harder.  Or at least smarter.

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I am grateful for my friends.  And today I'm especially grateful for my friend Becky.  Becky and I have known each other for 12 years.  We were next door neighbors our first year of college and we became friends.  After that, we were roommates until we both got married within 6 weeks of each other.  She knows how to put up with my crap, comfort me when I'm sad, tease me about my lengthy bedtime

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You and I Both ~ Jason Mraz Uploaded by Cehcw. - See the latest featured music videos. Jason Mraz: You and I Both Jason has made my drive to work bearable for the past several weeks.  Today especially, since the idea of getting out of bed was exhausting.

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I'm a little behind, yes?  Saturday night was filled with a fancy schmancy dinner (which I hate) for the Esposo's work.  Why do I hate them?  Because I have to put on my happy smiley face and schmooze my little heart out and I don't really have that much energy left by the time Saturday night hits, ya know?  (Do you like how I act as though my schmoozing energy is renewed by the time Monday

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Laughter.  Oh, how grateful I am for laughter.  My day in and day out is filled with heavy stuff.  Difficult conversations, information about abused children, teenagers yelling at me, visits from licensing bodies, board meetings, human resources meetings.  Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. And so laughter is what fixes all that.  Or at least helps it.  Because if you can laugh at the stupid thing

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What to be thankful for today?  Hmmmm.  I'm still thankful for Benadryl, despite the fact that I'm still a bit swollen and now I have a rash on my eyes.  I look like a million bucks, team.  Don't be jealous. Moving on. Today, I am grateful for books.  Any and all books are wonderful.  Reading helps me escape from the everyday and there are so many books that make me think and bring me joy and

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I feel like this blog is becoming a travel-log.  You know, instead of a web-log.  So would that make it a Llog?  A Tlog?  Hmm. Anyhow, in early August I ended up taking a trip to Providence, Rhode Island for work.  We have a charter school on our campus and we went to learn more about the educational philosophy they ascribe to.  Initially I was annoyed because it was five days away from home. 

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Hey team.  Remember that one time I went to Italy.  And by "one time" I mean that I only went once (sad face).  But really, I was in Italy only 5 1/2 short months ago and it seems like an eternity.  All the same, I am determined to blog about my final day in Italy. And where was my final day, I hear you ask (through the power of the internets)?  Lake Como, Italy.  Or, as I like to call it,

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