Final

1.  How would I improve the class?
2.  What was the most valuable part of the class?
3.  What was the least valuable?
4.  Would the book Google Blogger for Dummies help?

Post the answers on Professor Clark's blog, The Write Stuff.  Assignment due tomorrow prior to class starting.

West Coast

My one and only someone special boarded a plane back to Washington state this morning.  I miss him already!  I am dropping my daughter off with my mother this afternoon and heading to Las Vegas tomorrow!  So I need to pack and hitch a ride to the airport....

Old School, not the movie, although I do love that...

This weekend...

So we were assigned to blog this weekend, but I want to blog about the weekend....  I had THE BEST time back home in the Dallas Metroplex.  I dropped the child off with the sperm donor, dead beat and hit the streets!  I had a blast running around with my girls.  Strip club-Cabaret Royal, Taco Cabana, Corner Bakery, the pool, Tin Star, too much fun!  I know that was an incomplete sentence, I would totally complain about that.

Birthmark

I was showing my "birthmark" to one of my classmates yesterday so I thought I would post it on the good ol' blog.  These are my baby's actual birth footprints!  I took the page of her baby book to the tattoo shop in Addison, TX.  This is by far my most meaningful and most beautiful tattoo.  My daughter is Nataleigh Nancy.  Her name is derived from a combination of my middle name Leigh and her dead beat dad's name, Nathan.  Nancy is after his mother who has passed.  Which pissed off my mother; she wanted part of her name shoved in there.  I told her she would have to die before that would ever be a possibility and that her name sucks.  Bonnita Marie, a white lady!  Come on now, seriously?  Was her mother banging the gardener or what?  Lol. 

Fatty McButterpants

I have been in OKC for 2 years now.  In that time frame I have put on 40 pounds!  I gotta lose some weight, stat.  You know like when you try to put yourself on a diet and all you can think about is what you can and can't eat?  I obsess about it.  My doctor won't write out a script for diet pills, damn her.  I am eating cookies that I just got out of the vending machine as I blog this.  It doesn't help that my boyfriend is a chef and I am a "good eater".  He is really excited about me meeting his mother this summer.  He said she will cook for me non-stop and love me because I am such a "good eater".  But seriously, the Apocalypse could happen at any moment.  If it all goes down I don't want to die not having eaten a big ass slice of carrot cake.  I would like to think that Jesus will roll in with a pan of brownies or something.  Surely in heaven I can eat gummy bears all day?  Any suggestions for an appetite suppressant?

Any advice on airfare?

I have a few places that I would like to fly to this summer when I get a moment.  I am trying to go see my family, and meet my boyfriend's mother (yikes!) here in a few weeks.  All of those travel sites suck.  I have been trying to do Price Line for the time frame that I want to go but I can't find anything that suites the time constraint between classes ending and starting.  Would any of you guys know the best route for me to take to reach my destination?

The Great Flood of '10

Yeah so yesterday was crazy right?  All that rain....I was about to bust out my Bible and follow the instructions for constructing an ark!  Like I had said a moment ago, my friend's car was submerged in the water and she sent a photo to news channel 9, nerd.  The car is a camero to boot!  You know that was down to drown.  I stayed inside and off the streets yesterday.  With my driving record it is best that I did.  I scrubbed the bathtubs, cleaned like crazy, swept and mopped, and did laundry; clearly I stayed on the busy side.

Get me to the Blog

All day long I think about things I want to blog about.  I will even say aloud, "Hey, I am going to write about this on my blog!" and well, as you can see, it just doesn't happen.  Well it will start happening now.  Ready, set, go.

Sick With It

It was simply impossible to post anything from home last night.  I was convinced that I was about to die on Monday night.  I started to run a fever.  The lowest score that the thermometer rendered was 99.9 on Monday night, and the highest was 101.9, yesterday morning.  My body and head ached severely.  I knew I needed some sort of medical treatment.  My boyfriend was sweet enough to take me to the doctor and fill out the paperwork while I lay dying on my Alice In Wonderland pillow, with my Happy Bunny Pajama pants, sporting my glasses.  Not a pretty picture, more like a feverish, hot mess.  So I am on the road to recovery, armed with antibiotics and lidocaine gargle stuff for my throat hole. 

Distractions

Being at home whilst blogging leads to multiple counts of distraction.  Take this post, for example, I have tried to find words to fill it in for more than,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Disorder

Same blog, new class, so I've renamed it.  I am self diagnosed with a time management disorder, also known as White Rabbit Syndrome.  I have also let my friends know that upon my death they must set my funeral at a certain time but roll my casket in at least 15 minutes late.