A Message From Your Friendly Neighborhood Trapping Expert:

Sorry for falling off the face of the earth, although it was fun and I have a great scrapbook in the process, but I will return sometime after this weekend to retell the fond memories of the Bebo Norman concert and the great challenge and adventure of having five, yes five, of my guy friends stay with me for the weekend. You may now call a prayer request hotline and fervently start asking for some kind of deliverance. It won't be that bad, it'll be very interesting. I love fun weekends. Hope you have one too! (But make it through the week first, alright? Alright.)

I'll Be Back...

Peace out!

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Kickin Back and All That

Vacation is great. It's a whole lot of nothingness, visiting, eating, chillin around the house. I was even excited about getting a shower because I could make it as hot as I wanted. (But with me in the shower, how could it get any hotter?) I couldn't let that line go.

But despite my removal from Edinboro, I have been advocating the Bebo Norman concert heavily. I've send out mass e-mails to my friends from back home in Kittanning by included all the details and information to interest them in coming up north to Edinboro for the event of the year.

For those of you who don't know what in Moses' name I'm gibbering about, here's the info:

THE WORSHIP THING

Opener: The Gathering Band
Main Performer: Bebo Norman
When: March 31st, 2006
Where: McLane Church
Time: Doors open at 6:06
Concert starts at 7:07
Tickets: ONLY $5.00

Aside from signing up people for the concert, I visited with my gal pal B. I went to high school with B and still keep in touch with her despite the distance. She's a great friend and we always have a blast shopping together, even though some of our bargain days seem lacking. We always find a good time.



I am currently dogwatching for my friend K. Her family went on a family vacation, a cruise in fact, in Key West and around the Florida area. They drove down Friday and Satruday and will return a week later. So for the time being I'm a pro tennis ball thrower and on high alert when I walk since the dog is like a furry little anklet- always one step ahead or behind you - you never know. But she's a cutey, even though I feel that Indy is probably a tad jealous, he keeps giving me this look expressing a kind of disgust that would sound something like "How dare you pet her and tend to her needs at the drop of a hat and leave me here panting", even if he isn't panting. But I love Indy, he's my doggy pal and he's #1 in my heart.

Well, it's off to be ultra-unproductive - peace out!

Bring on the Break

I'm back home for the triumphal spring break 2006, which consists of wild restaurant visit, riskay locations like Wal-Mart of Shop N' Save, and hanging out with a rough crowd, like my Dad and his scratchy beard. Needless to say, I'm keeping this Spring Break low-key and kicking back.

I am feeling much better after the attack of cold/sinus/allergy/flu whatever it was. I even exercised today, which is a good start. I knew I started to retain my old spunk back when I started running up stairs again. My nose still feels like sandpaper but nothing Aveeno lotion and love and care can't heal. (Although I don't exactly know how you "love and care" for a nose. Massage cartiledge? Who knows.)

I drove home yesterday making terrific time (cough, cough) and wasn't in my house two hours until I was out the door in a rush. The Pine Street boys, fellows I spend many of my high schools days with, even though they attended another high school. We all met through youth group and have remained friend since then. They are quite a bunch, loud, crazy, but really nice guys when you dig beneath the ice cream, video games, candy, and madness. Believe me, it takes awhile, lol. Just kidding guys.

We watched the movie "Failure to Launch" which fooled a lot of the boys into thinking that the movie was a sci-fi flick about airplanes or the space shuttle, rather than a chick flick about a 30 year old who won't move out of his parent's house. I thought it was good, hilarious, and of course, anything starring Matthew McConughey (in the left photograph) is worth seeing.

Then we traveled over to King Family restaurant, a version of John's Pizza in Edinboro only expensive and way too formal. The broccoli and Cheese soup was pretty tasty, although it didn't help the love handles. But compared to the boys, I ate sparingly as they woofed down waffle cakes and milk shakes like there was no tomorrow.

On another note, it's good to be home and eat real food, have a real breakfast, take a shower with temperature regulation control, and to simply relax at the homestead. Tonight's adventures include a return to SNS to visit a few fellow co-workers still stuck in the grind of bagging and clean up calls and later going to hang with C at JT's house to play Halo and talk, the usual relaxing and such. But anyway, it's time to hit the road, or at least head upstairs. It might be 50 out, but it's still 30 degrees in this basement. Reminds me of Edinboro...go figure! Keep it real and make sure to check the correct movie descriptions before you head out to the movie, you might get swooned rather than shot at.

The Donkey is Down and Out

Greetings oh faithful blog reader. You are to be commended for holding out so long since the last posting. Here's a cookie.

Well, I wish I could have a cookie, because I feel like I got my butt kicked. I picked up some strain of allergy/cold complete with the runny nose that is strong enough for a marathon, aches that are finally receeding, and all that glorious stuff. I've been holding out well for months now, I haven't been ill since November. It always hits when I go on vacation, I'm a living Murphy's law.

Oh, but today is a little better, there is light at the end of the tunnel! Even the sun is shining in Edinboro, and I can sit in the upright position long enough to type. I skipped my first class this morning, which, in my mind, was a wise choice. First off, the class is public speaking and I gave my speech last week, thank goodness. So today's class would have consisted of listening to babbling of other students while I sat in misery. Not saying their speeches would be considered babbling, but just saying I would not be in any position to sit and listen intently. This morning I took a shower, ate some breakfast, and went to class, then to work. And I'm done for the day. Hoorah.

Yesterday was the 7 hour visit to the Potter's House which consisted of the movie fest which included greats like " Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark", "Sabrina", and "Notting Hill". Those girls at the house are amazing. I was fed, blanketized, massaged, and offered anything I could even imagine. God is good. He has blessed me very much. And to make me smile yesterday, I recieved an unexpected call from my buddy at Penn State, who is currently home on Spring Break. We compared schedules and discovered we can do lunch this Saturday, which make me a happy camper.

Until then, it's an army of sudafed, nyquill, and claritin (not all at the same time) that has been injected into my bloodstream trying to kill whatever that is trying to kill me. Killing is not good, but can be justifed sometimes, haha.

As for now, it's time to be ultra-unproductive again. Have a good week, and drink your orange juice.

An Illustration of Team RamRod

The RamRodian Way

This is a picture that was taken two weeks ago at a "reunion" style RamRod bowling Wednesday. The member on the far right of the picture with blonde hair is a returning member from the Spring 05 semester. He left later that summer for Marine traning and didn't return to school this year because his training and such was extended. But the hopeful word on the street, or at least to us, is that he'll return to Edinboro for the Fall semester of 2006-2007 academic year. He's alright signed the lease to an apartment with the guy to the farthest left, K, so he better return! We miss him bunches, he's a nice guy. Out of several guys I know, these would be the two guys I would want to walk down a dark alley with, not saying I do it often or at all. But they are like big brothers, strong, protective, and a little crazy. ;)

I completed one Mid-Term today in my Persuasion and Propaganda class, which consisted of 3 complete essays in 15 mintues, 3 essays among 12 that were on the studyguide we recieved Wednesday. Needless to say, I'm a praying girl to begin with, but for test like this, there is no shame in getting a prayer chain started in that class! I feel I did half decent, had just enough time, and went on my merry way to fully celebrate a Friday. Earlier in my 10:00 I got back my test from Monday and recieved an unexpected 95%. *clicking of the heels*

My parents are coming to visit this weekend. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? I'm sure the weekend will be fine, and that all kinds of hilarity will occur. Maybe they will have a little more respect for my dorm life after they rough it out for a night, not saying they don't have any respect as it is. I can't complain, I'm going to be living in a house next year.

Speaking of the house, I keep thinking of reasons why I am going to do a double heel click when I haul the last thing out of my psychological cubical cell. One of them is the showers. In Rose, the temperature for the ENTIRE building is universal. Which means, if you're the only one in the showers on your floor, you can live. If someone else gets in a shower stall, you're burning. A third person enters, and call CSI to investigate if they can find any of your remains since they were insinerated.

Another reason of jubilation would be the ceasing of 2:30AM fire drills, like the one this past Wednesday morning. Shocking, but I don't enjoy hauling my butt out of bed to then freeze it off along with my feet and hands while waiting to re-enter the building. Apparently, people in college still have trouble popping popcorn, the cause for the evacuation. Fantastic. If we're going to have a drill, let's make it a good one and light up a couch or something.

I'm deeply sorry if this sounds like complaining, really, it's just minor storytelling. Adventures keep things fresh, even if it's as simple as a fire drill or a grilling in the shower. I'm not saying I enjoy them, but they do make the memories, don't they?

Speaking of jubilation earlier, the conference I attended, Jubilee, was awsome. It's a conference about combining faith and career, and challenging also. I learned a great deal, had a lot of fun, and missed a lot of sleep. But oh well, the sleep returned, took awhile, but I'm up to par. But besides that, Jubilee was awesome. So awesome that I signed my friends K,H,K, and I to sponsor a child through Compassion International. It's a great foundation, started out small in the 1960's after the Korean War, and helps over 600,000 children in over 20 countries.

Well, it's time to be productive. I have some things waiting on me, like homework. Too bad it can't catch a bus or something. Because in a week, this chick's bus is heading home for SPRING BREAK! Peace out!