I have a phone (named Delaney) that tries to fool people into thinking she’s an iPhone.
Silly phone, you aren’t fooling anyone.
Delaney is constantly comparing herself to the new shiny iPhone 3G. I wish she was happy being who she is, but I don’t think she will ever stop trying to be something she’s not. As you can see, no matter how hard you try, you will never be able to change who or what you are. It may fool some people on the outside but if they look a little harder they can see that you are just a normal phone with an iPhone background. Very clever Delaney.
Just be yourself.
Tags: Phone, Be Yourself, iPhone, Background, Picture, Image, Happy, Personal, Life, Apple, Mac, Samsung
She is 6 years old, she talks like she is 2. She annoying to say the least, most adults can’t understand her and don’t even try. She took a gymnastics class with me and at the end of our ten week session she asked me, “What is gymnastics?” I tried not to blame her, her mom treats her like a toddler so she acts like one. No one would ever expect this child to do well in school. In fact most people would assume she has a learning disability, I thought she did. She doesn’t.
One day I had another gymnastics coach helping me teach my class. As the coach helped the 6 year old that seems like she is 2 she spelled out to me, “Hey Annette, she is so H-A-I-R-Y” I laughed because it’s true. At the age of 6 this poor child had man legs. Then she did something neither one of us expected. She said with a big smile on her face, “Coach Annette, who’s hairy?”
Apparently, she can spell.
Tags: Gymnastics, Coaching, Coach, Hairy, Spelling, 6, Children, Child, Girl, Life, Personal
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Dear Blogspot blogger,
I love your blog, I read it on a regular basis. Most of the time I do not leave a comment, it’s rude I know but in my defense there is a PROBLEM with the way blogger has their comments set up. 8 times out of 10 it fails. It tells me that I need to sign in, or it doesn’t leave my link, or it just doesn’t work. Blogspot is a failure when it comes to comments. Please know that I do not hold it against you that you are on a blogspot blog. I just cannot comment as often as I’d like to. Don’t worry your little head, I will still continue to read your blog.
Someone who loves WordPress
PS- My favorite part of posting a comment blogger is the visual verification. This shows that you are in fact a human being and not a robot trying to spam an innocents persons blog. I love the way the words are a little distorted, sometimes a little blurry, but mostly I love that while I was attempting to comment on my dear friend Christina’s blog my visual verification word was “FCKUP”
Oh visual verification, you made me laugh out loud at my computer screen.
Tags: Blogger, Blogspot, Blogosphere, Visual, Verification, WordPress, Blogging, Comments, Life, Rude
12 more days til I move out and into my new life. My new life will have 3 other girls (those girls are called roommates) Although we get our own bedrooms, we will be sharing a living room, 2 bathrooms and a kitchen. None of us have ever met. We are total strangers, which is going to make this experience interesting to say the least.
I for one, love meeting new people. There are so many things I wish I had the guts to do when I meet new people. Like for example, on move in day I want to bring a large collection of naked trolls and place them all around the apartment, I would talk to each and every one of them and freak out if anyone else touches them (I don’t own any trolls). Then I want to place a lawn gnome in the middle of the living room, if someone moves it to the side I will just move it back to the middle followed by a chant that involves dancing around it. I would get my sister involved, whenever she visits me (which should be often) I would make her bring her own set of trolls, I would have her speak to the gnome in gnome language followed by a dance, then I would have her give my roommates a large tub of homemade butter as a gift.
When it comes time to introduce myself to my new roommates I will shake their hand sweetly then say their name in a very deep/batman/demon/man-who-smokes-4-packs-a-day/monster voice. I will tell them that is how I remember names.
Too bad I will never be brave enough to attempt any of this. Just like I would never be brave enough to blow into a mans mouth during our first kiss causing his cheeks to inflate like balloons.
Instead, I’ll be nice to my new roommates. No chants, no trolls, no butter, and no demon voice.
There was once a boy and a girl. The boy was taller than average, buff, and handsome. He had the dark hair and bright blue eyes combination. He was polite unlike other boys, he seemed genuine and above all, friendly. Naturally the girl grew to like this boy. She was also very beautiful, she had those long eye lashes every other girl envied. She was friendly just like the boy. She smiled at him often. Then she asked him to have coffee with her, a bold move. She decided she couldn’t wait for him to ask her. She made the first move. She waited at the coffee shop for over 20 minutes, terror came over her as she thought she had been stood up. She was ready to leave when there he was, walking through the door. Instantly she got the butterflies as he walked over to her table. He apologized for his lateness, he said it was his mothers fault, because his mother drives too slow. The girl was puzzled by this and asked the boy if his car was in the shop. The boy shook his head and told the girl that he did not even own a car and in fact did not even have his license. The girl thought this was strange, she asked the boy why he never got his license, she stressed about how important it is. He stopped her mid sentence and informed her that he was going to get his license in a year. “But why a year?” The girl asked him, why not now? He then informed that he was not yet of age to get his license. She stared in disbelief, “You mean you are only 15?!” she asked. When he nodded her face turned red as she thought of an excuse to leave.
Because you see, she was 21. She thought she was in love with a 15 year old.
This is a true story.
Tags: Relationship, Dating, Age, Coffee, Life, Story, Personal
It was a close competition, there were moments I felt like puking I was that excited/nervous/upset. Team USA womens gymnastics took second to the Chinese. Although team USA had a good chance and put up some good competition, unfortunately, they fell short of gold.
Alicia Sacramone fell, twice. But that doesn’t change the way I feel about her, she is wonderful and talented. ( I might have a girl crush on her )
It’s probably a bad thing but because of the Olympics I have become spiteful towards the Chinese. I never thought I’d actually wish for a girl to fall, but I did. Too bad the Chinese did no such thing.
It is almost as though these little “16” year old girls have no choice in the matter, chosen at the age of three they start training for the Olympics. Rarely ever seeing their parents, if they want to quit the sport or even take time off it is not acceptable.
They are just kids. Their passports say 16 but I am going to have to call bluff.
Tags: Gymnastics, Olympics, Chinese, USA, Alicia Sacramone, Team, Competition, Pictures, someecards, 2008
My weekend has so far revolved around the Olympic Games. If you are not watching, you are seriously missing out. I am so lucky boyfriend has TiVo, we have been able to record each individual sport which we then watch later so we can fast forward through all the crap (commercials) I am even luckier because later he plans on burning the games to a DVD for me so I can watch it as many times as I want whenever I want. Isn’t he wonderful? I think so.
Photo Taken From Clevercupcakes.com
Things I love about the Olympic Games
- They only come around every 4 years, making them a big deal.
- The WHOLE world gets involved
- Word Records
- Opening Ceremonies
- Families supporting and cheering their loved ones on
- Beach Vollyball
- The little Chinese boy who survived the earthquake in May and saved a few of his fellow classmates. When asked why he went back in the rubble to save people he said, “It’s my job, I am a hall monitor”
- I really can’t think of anything I don’t like about the Olympics, I love everything about it. Well… besides Fencing. I don’t like Fencing, sorry but it’s a little stupid.
Yesterday was perfect. Boyfriend and I ordered Chinese food, ya know cause its festive considering the games are in China, not to mention delicious. Then we watched about 4 hours (give or take) of the Olympics. After about 2 hours we started to feel like serious fat-asses. It was perfect.
My plan today? Eat leftover Chinese food and watch 4 more hours of the Olympics.
Tags: Olympics, Cupcakes, Chinese, Food, Gymnastics, Diving, Trampoline, Sports, Games, Boyfriend, Relationship, Perfect, Vollyball, USA, Talent, Swimming, Familes, Rings, TiVo