Yule Ball of the Century...

Ok, so maybe it wasn't the Yule ball of the Century, but who can beat Harry Potter? Not Voldemort! Yea I did! Never mind about Harry Potter, tonight is about two very close friends dancing away their cares and their last semester in Undergraduate! "Sometimes you just need to shake your ass."-B.

As the more fashion-oriented S. is so excited for this dance, the less fashion-oriented B. tried to squirm her way out of the dance. But with the help of liquid courage and a pushy best friend, we put on our best dresses and then our faces. Then the cafe workers wanted to see S. in a dress so we strutted our stuff across the way to show off our gowns. The responses were just what a girl needed to make her feel extra special for a few hours. S. having a knack for wanting men she can't have (see next blog, oh and don't let B fool you, she does too!) We have a constant hard-on for older men. It is true, we do. There is a man from the cafe that S. has had partially yet would still like to have all the way. He was working tonight and it was great to see his face in a stunned manner. S. & B. took the people by storm. (No lie one girl pointing. Weird.) Even so, the women who work the counter came out to examine our dresses and were throwing comments like "Mardi Gras beads". Then came the advice for the night, " Don't give up the cookies! I'm your momma tonight and I said don't give them the cookies, give em the crumbs!"

With that in mind and Prince Albert*, we entered the dance which took us crashing back to our High School proms! The music played, dancing was tossed around the room in such a care-free manner I felt like an STD could have been contracted. Ok, so maybe it was just a bunch of nerdy white kids who wanted to get their dance on not at the creepy local bar, but a girl can dream right? Even so, that doesn't mean we did not have a really great time. We danced from 9:15 to 10:30 when we took a drink break to the college bar. Then 10:45 until midnight!!!!!!!!!! Who needs to work out? Not us, until Burger King. That's right, as we type we're sitting in bed eating burgers from The King himself.

Who would have thought that such a simple event like a "dance" would make us realize how lucky we are. How lucky we are to have friends who care, who accept, who dare to catch us when we fall. Yeah, that's pretty cheesy.

Anyway, we just have to say that tonight was a smashing success (say that in a British accent) and we're grateful for friendship, care, and sisterhood.

S. & B. out.

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The Health Factor.

Growing up I have not felt this problem to stay physically fit, yet I have always wanted to be like these other girls.  Well, now I have a reason to really get my life in gear.  This will be a short one today but I want to let you all know that is never to late to get your life back on track.  With finding out that heart problems run in my family  I have the kick I needed to get my life in gear.  Now I am not an athlete by any means, but I have a goal to run a 5K before the summer time.  When I say run it, I mean, my goal is to fully run this entire 5K. 

It is time to change my lifestyle.  I need to do this for me, for my family, and to help my dad get through this hard time.

S. out.

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Tres Preguntas

Hola, B. here.

Jeez, the questions posed by my best friend S. were just so perfect I couldn't resist responding...

First question: When you are in public, could be on campus, your school, work, etc. is there a certain place where you do your dirty business?  No I don't mean "the dirty business" I mean the numero dos.


Ah yes, the numero dos. Seeing as S. and I go to the same school to get us an edumacation, I'd have to concur with her mentions of the secluded bathroom in the music building. I am reminded of the time Dumbledore encountered the Room of Requirement late at night when he really had to go... it's like one of those things, you enter only in dire need.  There's also a bathroom in the basement of the student center that's down a randomly long hallway. That's easy to get to in a pinch, except it's less secluded and a little more obvious when you go down there.


Second question: Is there a TV show which is your guilty pleasure?


Aggg, S. and I talked about this earlier today. She turned me on to Californication and I really do like that show, and I'm not afraid to admit it. However, the one show I am a little ashamed of watching is... Desperate Housewives. I never thought I'd be that girl. However, it's got some snappy writing and a few good looking older men, so when I'm in need of something that doesn't take up too much brain power that's the show.

Third question: Who is the one person that you miss the most?

Sigh. There are so many people that come to mind. But I think the person I would be inclined to talk about right now is my high school band director - we'll call him Doug. Now this guy was a character. I don't even know where to begin explaining how enormously cool he was to us marching band geeks, or how influential he was in getting me to where I am now. He's a character, and he's terrible at keeping in touch. This man's idea of an email is: "Thanks! -Doug" THAT'S IT. Pretty much any reply he's given me has been five lines or less. Shakespeare he ain't. The reason I miss him is because we've fallen out of touch since I'm away at school and clearly he doesn't want to dispense too much wisdom through e-mail. I never seem to get home for enough time to meet up with him. Sigh. I memorized this speech because he told me to:


Okay, enough for now.

B. out.

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I was quite excited to have had this idea brought to my attention by my best friend B.  This blog is not just a blog, but more of a page to lay down my thoughts and clear my head. Isn't that what most people blog about? Good thing for you these posts will not be your average posts! I am the kind of person who doesn't let a lot of things hold me back.  I am going to be that blog post(er) that will bring up questions that will make you ponder your own life, but in different ways than you are thinking.

First question: When you are in public, could be on campus, your school, work, etc. is there a certain place where you do your dirty business?  No I don't mean "the dirty business" I mean the numero dos.  Well at my institution of learning there is the said sanctuary of porcelain that I have made my safe haven of the Dos for the past four years. This is a pretty secluded area in the music building.  No I don't walk across campus just to go to the bathroom.  If I was going to do that, I would actually go home and be that person.

Second question: Is there a TV show which is your guilty pleasure?  Mine would have to be Californication.  At first I saw this show and literally had the "WTF" face, but after the third episode I was hooked.  I had to watch it from then on, and now thanks to Siries.me I have almost caught up to the most recent season.

Third question: Who is the one person that you miss the most?  Soon will be the 3rd anniversary of my grandfathers passing.  If there was one man that I actually loved it is him.  Now I'm not saying I don't love my father because I do.  Since I have a hard time loving men I was surprised that I could love someone so much but God put him in my life to help heal me.  He was one of the most influential person in my life and even now that he is gone he still has this great hold on my life.  I started to live my life again like he was still living.  I think "hey, grandpa is watching you... is that a good idea?" and it has worked!

So far these are the questions I propose to you cyber world.
I will be back with more stories, questions or just to dump some thoughts into the pensieve!

S. out.

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Who's the idiot....

We decided to make this blog out of some... let's say interesting... events that happen in our lives. We've decided instead of keeping them locked up in our little brains, this shall become our Pensieve (shoutout to the Dumbledore fans in the world) and share the crazy S*&% that has happened. There are two collaborators to this blog, S. and B. attending an anonymous college in Ohio. You will find posts from each of us separately and also tag-team posts.

The event that spurred this burst of creative energy originally happened at approximately 7:45am. Let's set the stage...

It's 7:45am. It is still dark and bloody cold outside because Ohio can't make up its mind when it comes to weather. B. is on her way to school - it's the first week of student teaching. Her friend, S., has graciously let her borrow her car so she can get back and forth (B. being a lazy bum and not having a car herself). B. decides to fill up the gas tank so she's sure she'll get back to campus in the afternoon. Location: local Speedway gas station. Everything is totally fine - pumping gas, paying for gas, putting pump back on the little rack thingy... B. drives away. Turns the corner. Realizes she hasn't replaced the gas cap. Drives around the block and goes back to local Speedway gas station. Hooray! She finds the gas cap on the ground and in joyous celebration puts it back on the car.

Cut to Sunday.

S. has spent the weekend with her family, primarily "babysitting" (we won't call it babysitting, how about preventative watchfulness) over her 14 year old cousin. It is time for S. to head back to campus in preparation for another hellish week in undergraduate education. She drives to the local UDF gas station. After the crying spurt she has just had because of (life... we'll just say life for now) she gathers her emotions up to get out of the car without looking like a wreck.  S. goes to the back of the car where she is ready to take the cap off and fill up her tank.  S. only has about a quarter of a tank left to go before the well is dry and it would take just about that much gas to get home.  Well, if anything could go wrong, it was this.  Much to S's surprise she finds a gas cap in her car that she has never seen before in her life.  It was like the scene in Malcolm in the Middle when the mother turns around and finds "Egg" a little boy that Dewey has brought home to stay with them.  Normally finding things that don't belong to S. would not be a problem.  She has four brothers and has learned to roll with the tide, but in this case it wouldn't be so easy to roll with it.  This particular gas cap was one of a special type.  It locks.  Unfortunately, since it was not S's gas cap to begin with we have a big Big problem.  S. calls B. and asks, "So when you filled up the gas tank last was there something different about the car?"  B. tells her what had happened and asks what the problem is.  "Instead of my gas cap, you picked up a cap that Locks."  With all the strength to not cry S. and B. figure out what is going to happen.

After many phone calls to the different auto stores, watching youtube videos on how to pick a gas cap lock, and planning on what was going to happen to get this crazy situation fixed... thankfully S. made it home safely and it would take a whole night of research and some more interesting turn of events to fix this blooper.

S. and B. wake up early enough to get to Wal-mart and get this fixed and still have time to make it back to campus for class.  At Wal-mart we became those people who find keys to the locking gas caps and take them out of the store to test the keys.  We both thought that they would be universal keys, and if we found one that was the same make that we could get it open... well that is a myth, busted right here and now.  S. calls her long time family friend Brian who is a mechanic and he said if we bring the car to him he could get it off some how.  Being the smart college students we are we decided to get a gas can, because the car only had about 50 miles left to go, and another gas cap to replace the mysterious locking one.

Upon arrival to the shop we enter the smoky office with a slight walk of shame.  Brian asks in his snarky way, "Who's the Idiot who did this?"  B. raises her hand as S. points to her.  We all laugh this off because what else can you do?  Brian starts to tease us and says, "you both are in college, yet right now you are two of the stupidest people on the planet?"  Not true, what we lack in common sense we make up for in book smarts. Then enters a man who to S. had been far from an Angel sent from God during her childhood. (He was never really a nice guy.) Brian asks Tim if he has any clue on how to do this.  Now you must know that Brian was like a second father to S. also contributing to the country girl attitude that slipped from S once in a while.  Brian and Tim walk to the gas tank, whip out their endless chain of keys and start to put everyone they think would work in the gas cap.  As this is going on, we are thinking that there is no way that these keys are going to work. Well, never be too quick to judge the endless ring of keys, because sure enough there was one key that popped that sucker off.  It was an International Harvester 1968 dumpster key.

Yes!! The gas cap is off!!! Now it is time to give the car some much deserved gas. Once again we have struggled with the common sense smarts and we can not get the gas can to open up.  This wasn't one of the old fashioned gas cans, no this was a high class one that would take any person for a spin.  S. and B. look at each other and start to giggle because they are afraid that the nozzle was not going to reach the hole.  Brian turns around and tells us that we need to be smarter than the gas can.  S. asks if it was going to reach the hole, and to every one's surprise Brian says, "That is a question men have been asking their whole life S."  For that, we had to laugh even more than before.  The ride back to campus was filled with laughter and reminiscing of these past events, and through this blog was born.

So there you have it, folks. Enjoy this blog. Now that we have a working and removable gas cap we can go places and have adventures to share on Breaking Eggs!


Breaking Eggs, out.
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