tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51326951948352933562024-02-01T23:45:35.364-08:00The Blog Remains the SameLeahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-30730783306063621172011-06-16T23:04:00.000-07:002011-06-16T23:37:58.092-07:00Reality BitesSo, I've really been on a nostalgic nineties kick recently. It began (more or less) when I heard a long forgotten Veruca Salt song on the radio. Then we had Twin Peaks, and just last night I saw Reality Bites for the first time in roughly fifteen years (let's pause for a moment here...this movie came out SEVENTEEN YEARS ago...okay, continue). It was not as good as I remembered (ie middling), but it did have a few redeeming moments.<br /><br />1) Janeane Garofalo. I know, I know, she's caustic and annoying but I've always had a little soft spot for her. Probably because she's sarcastic, bitchy and unapologetically opinionated. Gotta respect that.<br /><br />2) The terrible nineties fashions! Winona Ryder wears a dress that "looks like a doily". Without a bra. I'm so pleased I am an adult in 2011, instead of 1994.<br /><br />3) This scene.<br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tvhw-uAzbVc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />4) Low key Steve Zahn. He's adorable in this as the in the "still in the closet" gay friend. What happened to him? <div><br /></div><div>On another note...I had a crush on Ethan Hawke after I saw this movie. After I saw THIS movie. In case you don't remember, he's kind of a prick to Winona Ryder...and greasy...and gross. In my defense I was only fourteen when this came out.</div><div><br /><br /><br /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-42560972953650103492010-11-04T16:13:00.000-07:002010-11-04T16:16:07.502-07:00Today at workFavorite conversation:<br /><br />EP: I just showed Leah my finger techniques!<br />MT: (glances at me) I think you're going to need to elaborate.<br /><br />Also, at one point today a man said, "Oooh it's getting hot in here!" and took off his shirt for me. True story. Ask Ed.Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-87973611603665569282010-09-28T02:03:00.000-07:002010-09-28T02:07:21.900-07:00LOVE<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; "><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C8j0TuyiA5w?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C8j0TuyiA5w?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; white-space: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><div style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase; ">MIXTAPE</div><p></p><p>You, how did you get so wise?<br />I take the advice I find in your eyes.<br />Me, I’ve been waiting outside<br />Most of my life,<br />Oh like a rare b-side.</p><p>I’m just making you mixtapes with homemade covers.<br />Analog to show we’re lovers,<br />And here under the jacket folds inside,<br />I’ve taped my heart for you to find.</p><p>To find the perfect way,<br />Which album to say,<br />I la la love you.<br />With this plastic cassette,<br />It’s not finished yet,<br />It’s gonna tell you slowly.</p><p>I’m just making you mixtapes with homemade covers.<br />Strings and drawings show we’re lovers,<br />When you’re driving around in the summertime,<br />To hear again, just press rewind.</p><p>Rewind, the world comes to an end,<br />Turns over again,<br />Another 1000 times.<br />But me, I’ll be the same.<br />No, I never change,<br />Oh, like a rare B-side.</p><p>I’ll be making you mixtapes with homemade covers.<br />Analog to show we’re lovers,<br />So much rock and roll love in a plastic case,<br />Play it loudly, see my face.<br />I’m just making you mixtapes with homemade covers,<br />Mazzy Star, Donovan’s Colors,<br />Just an audio love letter painted blue,<br />I spent all day making for you.</p></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-65701222963046132702010-09-20T17:22:00.000-07:002010-09-20T17:27:23.447-07:00Shout Out to Elisa*BP: Have you ever noticed how alike Leah and Anthony are?<br />AP: (to me) Did you hear that nice compliment Mom gave you?<br />ME: You just mispronounced "insult".*Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-7718465443163494082010-09-14T08:15:00.000-07:002010-09-14T08:22:22.283-07:00"You eat that steak..."BG: He's, uh, really looking like an old man in this.<br />ME: You take that back; he's hot.<br />SP: (using sexy voice) That's how we like them...elderly.<br />BG: Like in a nursing home?<br />ME: Cut it out...<br />SP: (still sexy) Yes...like Gary Oldman.<br />SP: ...and Bill Nighy...<br />ME: Ew.<br /><br />*For the record we were talking about Jeffrey Dean Morgan in "The Losers".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhppyHsaQB1ghFZClrSvizoKiG5lX4UDe8AwYpxfb0t9fyvcboNoA3t5kIP6XxXVlQTuTiYEpe7TGIMZX4MFu2uXyO3hO9xRyS08Gt71phbnzZ56H9UjE0vdggdjevdR71kRmn68UDGx2K3/s1600/jeffrey_dean_morgan-the_losers-9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhppyHsaQB1ghFZClrSvizoKiG5lX4UDe8AwYpxfb0t9fyvcboNoA3t5kIP6XxXVlQTuTiYEpe7TGIMZX4MFu2uXyO3hO9xRyS08Gt71phbnzZ56H9UjE0vdggdjevdR71kRmn68UDGx2K3/s320/jeffrey_dean_morgan-the_losers-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516789146051614818" border="0" /></a><br />See, yummy. Bob, don't be a hater. ;)Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-34148296435226014292010-09-14T07:43:00.000-07:002011-04-03T09:02:40.811-07:00Hodgepodge<span style="font-style: italic;">The night that innuendos came out to play...</span><br /><br />SP: (using her "sexy" voice) Oooh yeah, you eat that...meat. (pause) Eat all the meat on your plate, yeah. (using her normal speaking voice) I'm trying to decide what meat is the meatiest.<br /><br />SP: I'm gonna tap that and then I'm gonna tap that again...and then I'm gonna get out a tambourine and tap that...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Also...</span><br /><br />I'm going to MAUI on Thursday!! Woohoo!! I'm so excited, can you tell?Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-47582931843618026312010-07-28T08:37:00.000-07:002010-07-28T08:49:19.242-07:00Whitney says, "Try hard not to blink your eyes because a lovely tickle of a year and a half will slip between your fingers. "You can say that again! My darling girl is coming back on Friday; can you say excited? ;)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IUkwy7KnSwF0-oMo8F3YgPCKBxYaEZBIkJkdWEZujhgtAxnPBHibWo94hxomklMD4Cy0sZGvkj8q77n_pfasHBIl8gX9sQaIaDT30MHPi7OK1UxMZZyGWzZnnySrsRnjE5I1Bc0K0XYN/s1600/n830985353_3470820_7277.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IUkwy7KnSwF0-oMo8F3YgPCKBxYaEZBIkJkdWEZujhgtAxnPBHibWo94hxomklMD4Cy0sZGvkj8q77n_pfasHBIl8gX9sQaIaDT30MHPi7OK1UxMZZyGWzZnnySrsRnjE5I1Bc0K0XYN/s320/n830985353_3470820_7277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498983447355527026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Isn't she adorable?<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Just in time for the summer! Aaaaaahhhh...we're gonna have lots of funsies!!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitD10ij1Qz0P_xM8s0QPb6UhSgy8Xa_VHnBC5_edUD9i9GmAp6Y30R0ZvwYgekpx9jer38PNA2ySB0A5BfIPqcXOv4jfiGPFSCPVfj0rCSRVMYED5kGf0_kqFyiiHNvSQw3tsHi3ai5fT2/s1600/n830985353_4164999_5308.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitD10ij1Qz0P_xM8s0QPb6UhSgy8Xa_VHnBC5_edUD9i9GmAp6Y30R0ZvwYgekpx9jer38PNA2ySB0A5BfIPqcXOv4jfiGPFSCPVfj0rCSRVMYED5kGf0_kqFyiiHNvSQw3tsHi3ai5fT2/s320/n830985353_4164999_5308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498984293330219922" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:78%;">You'll see tons of pictures just like this!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">I've missed you sweetie!! Can't wait to hear the stories!!<br /></div></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span><br /></div></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-45681581293888181202010-07-21T09:00:00.000-07:002010-07-21T09:32:17.844-07:00Jesus Thinks You're A Jerk*MT: That's some hair.<br />ME: Yeah...and makeup.<br />MT: Yeah.<br />ME: (pause) She looks like Tammi Faye Bakker.<br />MT: She does! That's the meanest thing you've ever said.<br />ME: I know.<br />MT: That's okay. (laughs) Just say a little prayer later; wipe it clean. <br /><br />*Connection anyone?Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-5585457450541700972010-07-06T07:33:00.000-07:002010-07-06T08:46:53.396-07:00Lake Serene<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxhRBm5YYdNRhkliW2-boXPVi8OWBY8X0TKrVhyEsVWW8cykH7anBoK_5n3NWb2htaoa9Tor5TAtJiewDOHEYMCRW2RzU77GAftNGhDJa_WrXHxrP7XNhag-ZvQxR-Yt4LaI1ILmq3NBxS/s1600/35999_455179435976_622205976_6376694_4344270_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxhRBm5YYdNRhkliW2-boXPVi8OWBY8X0TKrVhyEsVWW8cykH7anBoK_5n3NWb2htaoa9Tor5TAtJiewDOHEYMCRW2RzU77GAftNGhDJa_WrXHxrP7XNhag-ZvQxR-Yt4LaI1ILmq3NBxS/s320/35999_455179435976_622205976_6376694_4344270_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490805585787790242" border="0" /></a><br />Beautiful, yes? My only regret - that the clouds obscured our view of Mt. Index. Oh, and this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-cULiPrc2MDZtB0WHWAqO6O-AB_XhCqiJ12ePjSlyWJc8KewmJmdu7HVm8ObAFmMB4YRY8pUazdgbYeOVOvs52T78nrESg56T72Kz8GeSmK82lJxfNNIDkDzjZ7TzOOn4DUcdS_OOcaU/s1600/IMG_2523.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-cULiPrc2MDZtB0WHWAqO6O-AB_XhCqiJ12ePjSlyWJc8KewmJmdu7HVm8ObAFmMB4YRY8pUazdgbYeOVOvs52T78nrESg56T72Kz8GeSmK82lJxfNNIDkDzjZ7TzOOn4DUcdS_OOcaU/s320/IMG_2523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490806428042800626" border="0" /></a><br />The last mile had me saying, "Damn, that's a lot of rocks" and "Oooooh those rocks are slippery" and also, "Death by impalement sounds painful" but mostly on the way down. I've discovered that I'm much more of a wimp hiking down, than up; mostly 'cause I'm so afraid of falling. Luckily, I only fell once (yay me!) and not hard.<br /><br />The fabulous views more than made up for the twenty-three switchbacks (that Cher meticulously counted) and two thousand foot elevation gain. Here we are at the lake:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNySNTP-5-QbwKYOGub12KEHnImoSgZBq7Pk84BGRCxmDB2JK9M0BhUN0xnRL1xk9nCiT-IsfjlPZxt44Bc7yK4m86vnj_7QiK9bol3FkWkMQAyCBvQD59XUykAG9oTYhUzKBZANihmZK7/s1600/36675_408090630671_723005671_4997712_2063899_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNySNTP-5-QbwKYOGub12KEHnImoSgZBq7Pk84BGRCxmDB2JK9M0BhUN0xnRL1xk9nCiT-IsfjlPZxt44Bc7yK4m86vnj_7QiK9bol3FkWkMQAyCBvQD59XUykAG9oTYhUzKBZANihmZK7/s320/36675_408090630671_723005671_4997712_2063899_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490813639730145346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmECD0jPZa69yF8OqN7e6lgojz14T2XGXU3wSBT2DxJUKec-WR9eIx1h6ZKDfzVfJQwutl5psf2G9lXNnx-QPr0AGTIm-eet8m9HcpYNJMIlBgcCJdDfXRAd6qm6lazHNoIQs_TqboCzsM/s1600/37457_408090730671_723005671_4997715_4084955_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmECD0jPZa69yF8OqN7e6lgojz14T2XGXU3wSBT2DxJUKec-WR9eIx1h6ZKDfzVfJQwutl5psf2G9lXNnx-QPr0AGTIm-eet8m9HcpYNJMIlBgcCJdDfXRAd6qm6lazHNoIQs_TqboCzsM/s320/37457_408090730671_723005671_4997715_4084955_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490813846930865330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsx-EGKnnh4ctsJWBaZ8TBlUxcxjFLoy1gsGRWifsKTtEcmx5MWTIev82BpUeC1X5OAbnwks45jQaG-91_WbMIwYgm3jkz3GrjSgCjkphAWwFQPl98e_wIA0po324gE2Vv7bgUlV24jGtk/s1600/36130_455179875976_622205976_6376707_309465_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsx-EGKnnh4ctsJWBaZ8TBlUxcxjFLoy1gsGRWifsKTtEcmx5MWTIev82BpUeC1X5OAbnwks45jQaG-91_WbMIwYgm3jkz3GrjSgCjkphAWwFQPl98e_wIA0po324gE2Vv7bgUlV24jGtk/s320/36130_455179875976_622205976_6376707_309465_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490813985534210802" border="0" /></a><br />On the way back we decided to take the mile long detour to Bridal Veil Falls (totally worth it). See!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-r4XZ6Wfr0OH7eAPG9yPaaMqst8IOWoUQmWA_5gBHtiedXiNO_s_glZKUtvflytl3zJydvG403R3yZxiMa9kC3_7xLvCDNgZ_frlFIhXTGUrUn9j2ou8u_S9ZZB3glgxHd_orXIh7LFHx/s1600/33422_408090960671_723005671_4997730_5551641_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-r4XZ6Wfr0OH7eAPG9yPaaMqst8IOWoUQmWA_5gBHtiedXiNO_s_glZKUtvflytl3zJydvG403R3yZxiMa9kC3_7xLvCDNgZ_frlFIhXTGUrUn9j2ou8u_S9ZZB3glgxHd_orXIh7LFHx/s320/33422_408090960671_723005671_4997730_5551641_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490814256481816098" border="0" /></a><br />I would definitely recommend this hike. A little challenging at places (um, did I mention all those rocks?), but extremely rewarding. Overall, a fantastic Saturday!Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-83299649973777859442010-06-15T14:30:00.000-07:002010-06-15T14:39:45.959-07:00It's his parents fault, reallyME: That kid was really awkward...and creepy.<br />MT: Like a future serial killer?<br />ME: No, not that creepy; just weird. And he had one of those mustaches that hasn't quite grown in yet...like a lady mustache. <br />MT: (laughs) <br />ME: And he smelled. <br />MT: Uh oh...three strikes. <br />ME: He got three strikes with the lady mustache. Why do guys think that's okay?<br /><br /><br />ME: Guess what his name was...<br />MT: Mark.<br />ME: No. You have to look at me when I tell you...Cletus!Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-41852580660414723892010-06-14T08:25:00.000-07:002010-06-15T14:44:52.947-07:00Baby Showers(<span style="font-style: italic;">It should be noted that Bridgette is knitting a baby blanket.</span>)<br /><br />BB: When we went to pick up the yarn Sean suggested I buy handles and attach them to the blanket. Then he's like, you can get these buttons and attach the sides and carry the baby around.<br />SP: Why don't you just buy a duffel bag and carry it around in there. I used to put Hannah in a duffel bag and carry her around in that....she hated it.<br />ME: Can you clarify that she wasn't a baby at the time?<br />SP: She wasn't a baby; she was just really small.<br />BB: Clearly Sean was joking.<br />ME: Clearly? That wasn't too clear to me.<br /><br />MB: What are you making?<br />BB: A blanket.<br />ME: She's making a really skinny scarf.<br />BB: (joking) I'm making a scarf to swaddle/mummify the baby.<br />ME: Then Sean can be in charge of transport.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">*It has come to my attention that I misattributed a quote. It was actually Meredith who joked about the baby mummification. My bad. *</span>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-34150686769135916542010-06-04T13:07:00.000-07:002010-06-04T13:12:25.707-07:00Two gold starsMT: It's your favorite person.<br />ME: I hate that guy.<br />MT: Be careful or he's gonna try to set you up with someone...like his troglodytic half brother. <br />ME: (pauses) You deserve a high five for that one.Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-59695845082871541892010-05-28T13:10:00.000-07:002010-05-28T13:30:43.193-07:00Talking pointsMT: So...we might be getting t-shirts for the new Textbook Rental program...<br />ME: For us to wear?<br />MT: In theory...<br />ME: What if I get cold?<br />MT: Well, you'll just have to get a bigger size and wear a shirt underneath.<br />ME: That must be a joke, 'cause I'm not doing that. <br />MT: I think they say, "Rent Me".<br />ME: I'm not wearing that...<br />MT: Maybe they say, "Rent It"...<br />ME: You see how wearing a shirt that says "Rent Me" could cause problems, right?<br />MT: (laughs) C'mon...it'll be a nice talking point. (laughs again) Oh God, I hope it says "Rent It".<br /><br />MT: Don't go out there.<br />ME: What?<br />MT: That strangely androgynous guy has been talking to Ruth for about twenty minutes.<br />ME: Oh...thanks for telling me!<br /><br />(five minutes later...)<br /><br />ME: Mark, that was a woman...<br />MT: STRANGELY ANDROGYNOUS!!! See??Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-16901888616694040762010-05-18T08:12:00.000-07:002010-05-18T08:23:48.285-07:00Found on my desk this morning...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Mark's Log</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />5/17/2010 - 5:35 pm - "Walkin' in Memphis" playing<br />on radio, must control urge to smash radio.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-27670202108127663782010-05-14T11:53:00.000-07:002010-05-14T11:57:15.853-07:00This actually happened...CW: Are you on the faculty listserve?<br />ME: Yeah, I think so...no, maybe I'm just on the classified listserve...<br />CW: The faculty one is much funnier. I'm bringing chocolate to the men who defended my breast's honor. True story.<br />ME: (what the hell?) Oh...hahaha...that's funny... (or is it?)Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-9912395833506750642010-05-05T23:37:00.000-07:002010-05-05T23:44:51.071-07:00My bad, Sarah. My bad.Me: Oh right...you went out with him!<br />SP: What?! I didn't go out with him!! What are you talking about?? Don't you think we would have been talking about that for forever? Why would I have gone out with him? What are you talking about? Who are you confusing him with? No, seriously?! I would have stabbed him if I went out with him...he would have been talking, and then a fork would have been in his jugular! Then I would have been like, "Please stop talking!" Why would you ever have thought I went out with him??<br /><br />(pauses while I laugh, silently)<br /><br />Really? What are you talking about???<br /><br />(another pause)<br /><br />How could you have thought I went out with him?? What are you talking about???<br /><br />(pause)<br /><br />What the hell???!!!Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-3910486715059987642010-04-11T13:27:00.000-07:002010-04-11T13:38:13.872-07:00Have I mentioned my love of the guitar today??A.A. Bondy - we love him.<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jt2cGBDO0mk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jt2cGBDO0mk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-43981944738580016132010-04-07T08:48:00.000-07:002010-04-07T13:26:50.258-07:00Let's get serious, folks.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirnLQ2JcTvDa5G5uoRZQKIv-41u0GjIRFqtDcvB9oHI90XZbeQytIDtrdJUS81az17iOANrs0Dgn_a8-X0Y6LIo0ZEdzLw0eTH6W-XPsWKbETrnU5ameBLfLLV5NR2jCJzrumGFBs9CNsN/s1600/tumblr_kz42m1s8451qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirnLQ2JcTvDa5G5uoRZQKIv-41u0GjIRFqtDcvB9oHI90XZbeQytIDtrdJUS81az17iOANrs0Dgn_a8-X0Y6LIo0ZEdzLw0eTH6W-XPsWKbETrnU5ameBLfLLV5NR2jCJzrumGFBs9CNsN/s320/tumblr_kz42m1s8451qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457423263051478866" /></a><br /><br /><br />I ran across the image on a blog I follow, and it really spoke to me. As women we relate our self-image to what men think of us. I see it with my friends, I see it in myself, and it's very self-destructive. If you are made to feel inferior by someone, you have two options. 1) Tell them and see if they change (after all, maybe it's unintentional), or 2) Sever contact. Remaining "friends" with someone that treats you poorly, and makes you question who you are, is not healthy. It doesn't matter if you think this guy is "the one", or if you've invested time and energy into the situation. No one deserves to feel worthless.Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-14009577866583615552010-03-31T22:59:00.000-07:002010-03-31T23:00:41.259-07:00Dear Lurkers,I see you. If you've enjoyed what you've read, please comment.<br /><br />Thank you.<br /><br />Leah<br /><br />p.s. This does not apply to Meredith, Sarah, Elisa, Allen or Rachel. The rest of you know who you are.Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-23537521158969464822010-03-23T08:08:00.000-07:002010-03-23T08:14:56.453-07:00Top Ten: The Band1. King Harvest Will Surely Come<br />2. Rag Mama Rag<br />3. Don't Do It<br />4. Life is a Carnival<br />5. Up on Cripple Creek<br />6. It Makes No Difference<br />7. The Weight<br />8. The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down<br />9. Ophelia<br />10.The Shape I'm InLeahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-5528561476927225092010-03-17T15:57:00.000-07:002010-03-17T16:00:16.282-07:00Work = FunCW: (hands me two medium sized plastic bags) Here's a toy for you.<br />ME: Yay!! If I get bored later I'll just stick my head inside one of those!Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-86877569972818456952010-03-10T17:24:00.000-08:002010-03-11T10:44:55.613-08:00Should I take comfort in this??CW: Unless he's a psychopath he shouldn't be surprised. If he <span style="font-style:italic;">is</span> a psychopath you'll already be dead, so...<br />ME: Thanks Mark.Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-75127584995625281392010-03-09T10:25:00.000-08:002010-03-10T16:48:30.615-08:00For your edificationSP: Leah, he's so special!! And I mean that in the "short bus" kind of way. (pauses) Bless his heart.<br /><br />Adding "Bless his/her heart" to the end of any negative statement lessens the insult. Thanks Elisa. ;)Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-51063055461597108492010-03-07T12:52:00.000-08:002010-03-07T13:12:09.564-08:00In times like these we need to find a way to make a better day keep my feet on the ground turning 'round come what may.<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wfBSiQY-tKw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wfBSiQY-tKw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EE6YeE3WOf8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EE6YeE3WOf8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br />Mavis, I have high hopes for tonight! :)Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132695194835293356.post-87622651095400893782010-03-05T07:49:00.000-08:002010-03-05T07:55:24.726-08:00Top Ten: Van Morrison1. Caravan<br />2. And It Stoned Me<br />3. Domino<br />4. Irish Heartbeat<br />5. Tupelo Honey<br />6. Into The Mystic<br />7. Saint Dominic's Preview<br />8. Sweet Thing<br />9. These Dreams Of You<br />10.Cyprus AvenueLeahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022528515335434549noreply@blogger.com0