tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53394772012-01-31T12:10:36.051-08:00this is cake... this is soooo cake!Bethnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-28955520524191312122008-11-20T08:38:00.001-08:002008-11-20T08:54:52.754-08:00

We all have work drama. Today was no different. The Annual Thanksgiving Throwdown commenced this morning at 8AM. Judging was at 10:25AM.

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-32427751022127315192008-11-02T18:16:00.000-08:002008-11-02T19:31:09.223-08:00

so many thoughts - so little timemost importantly! a new DCC episode. and boy, predictable doesn't even begin to describe the events. Obviously, Kitty Carter (does she not just scream "cousin of Dolly Parton" to you?) is such a huge part of Training Camp at this point. Not only is Kitty whipping their cottage-free posteriors into shape, but the girls get sent to a ropes course (cue scary

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-82684496494505656632008-11-01T16:19:00.000-07:002008-11-02T15:42:53.822-08:00

Happy TWO NINE andrea!...what a difference a year makes, right? Dre actually started this trend awhile back. Imitation is the best form of flattery, no? So here we are.Andrea wanted to celebrate in Canton on Friday so, with the kiddos left in the indulgent and fabulous care of Nana, off we went. We shopped. And shopped. And shopped some more.THEN - yes, there's more! - we got up bright and early

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-32022662217908119022008-10-26T14:51:00.000-07:002008-10-26T15:57:11.209-07:00

Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the TeamOk - my nearest and dearest have remained silent over my sinful addiction to DCC. Be it my sheltered upbringing, my lack of rhythm or the disgustingness of so many perfect girls in one room -- I can't get enough. DCC is my meth.So - you can count on me to give you an episode-by-episode rundown of DCC: Season 3. For those of you with lackluster viewing

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-41462484394315422502008-09-28T08:00:00.000-07:002008-09-28T08:00:00.731-07:00

Obama. Jesus. Goldman Sachs.There. How's that for covering The Three Big No-No's of Conversation in one sentence: politics, religion and money. The only thing that would be worse is if we were all drunk. Which, given the recent events, I probably deserve a cold one. You do too.I realize that a financial crisis is looming. And no, I am not going to tell you who to vote for. That would

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-62435692859705556162008-09-26T18:52:00.000-07:002008-09-26T20:24:13.103-07:00

Somewhere out there is a plane with no babies on it. I want to be on that plane.Enough ranting from me about the obnoxiousness of marital details. (are people shocked that someone would put up with my constant ranting? I am actually quite pleasant to be around outside of the hours between 8AM and 5PM. I swear. I read past posts and can completely see where the concern would stem from, though.)

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-25545138400710853422008-08-10T23:08:00.000-07:002008-08-10T23:08:01.273-07:00

I am a professional question answerer. It is what I have become expert at doing. My online mentor, Penelope Trunk, says being an expert is what is best for one's career - so I have set out to be expert about answering a certain type of question. Never mind what I am answering questions about - I am an expert when it comes to answering a particular genre of questions.One particular question that

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-12635608391408375382008-08-08T18:46:00.000-07:002008-08-10T21:55:26.013-07:00

I bet a lot of you work at large companies where you make friends, or acquaintances really, with people in other departments/branches/etc. This is all good and well, as Tom Rath explained to me a couple of years back.Tom says that having friends at work makes you a better employee, among other things, because you are happy at work. He reasons that, who wouldn't want to work with their friends?Tom

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-74939524945173300972008-05-20T13:15:00.000-07:002008-05-20T13:24:29.622-07:00

After reading about a celebrity siting here - I realized that I had to neglected to publish my very own celebrity siting.I was caught off guard last Saturday when Casey Rivers brushed by me in McAlisters. You can imagine my bliss as I watched him load his wife's (?!?! I thought he was saving himself for yours truly!) baby shower gifts into their Dodge Durango. (see picture proof below)

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-50624707157794209282008-04-10T10:11:00.001-07:002008-08-10T18:45:20.812-07:00

I arrived at work this morning to discover this:An Office Crossword

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-83945378893318347032008-02-21T19:44:00.000-08:002008-03-25T20:12:29.027-07:00

e-mail from A: suit (the one) [insert link to Ralph Lauren]reply from B: yessirreply from A: lets get more than 1 word in reference to my WEDDING suitI think it goes without saying that we'll be seeking extensive marriage counseling. With much review of the communication section.

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-44314446834182023422008-02-20T12:08:00.000-08:002008-03-25T20:13:02.720-07:00

conversation between A & B:b: I have to have my dress hemmed.a: so it's long?! wait? is it?b: yeah and I need to have a bustle added to my dress.a: a brussel? like brussel sprouts? you're wearing a brussel sprout dress?!?!b: no bustle! BUSTLE! B-U-S-T-L-E! you know - I gotta get a poof in the back..a: oh! so it doesn't drag the ground! why didn't you just say that?

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-874854235717655332008-02-05T21:38:00.001-08:002008-02-05T22:01:15.929-08:00

..in this little world I live in.So my life consists of relatively mundane tasks. There are very few things that I feel passionately about - but CLEAN DISHES is in the top five. I swear.I think it started when I was a little girl. We didn't have a "real" dishwasher and so the girls were delegated nights to wash. My dad was militant about having clean dishes. In fact, my sister was horrible at

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-17983878911944123032008-01-01T08:37:00.000-08:002008-03-25T20:13:47.732-07:00

I've been blessed with some really amazing friends. Like this one who posted this not too long ago. She also posted this and I've since been formulating my response. As a bride-in-the-making, I've experienced so many awkward moments. I wasn't as shocked by the "when are you thinking about starting a family" question as I was by the "so.... are you a virgin?" inquiry by a lady who doesn't really

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-75703149487375073972007-12-16T20:39:00.000-08:002008-01-01T09:05:36.293-08:00

Sometimes you have to do things you just don't want to do. Those times aren't very often for me.But Saturday arrived early and full of opportunity to perform the unwanted and unnecessarily necessary duties.I went about with a somewhat jovial spirit. It was very cold outside and I had the wonderful opportunity of being indoors - so, in my opinion, there wasn't too much to complain about. I am

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-77243901237456179152007-12-10T19:39:00.000-08:002008-01-01T09:06:05.167-08:00

It's funny how you subconsciously adjust your expectations of yourself and others in certain situations. Like when you swing by the office on your day off wearing flips and a a tube top. Something just doesn't quite feel right....Yesterday, I was standing in the church foyer (well, it's not really a foyer - but a big entrance area before you walk into the theatre/sanctuary/auditorium) when the

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-46389577972975648232007-11-19T19:21:00.000-08:002008-01-01T09:08:20.211-08:00

for some strange reason, I am SO excited about Christmas this year. I have no idea why - I just am. In fact - I've already pulled out my nativity set and my favorite dish towels (the nice ones only for decorating and not for using)! It's odd because I went on a walk tonight and griped to my neighbor, Courtney, about everyone who had lights out already.I already have TWO presents wrapped! I mean -

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-38612014930738488752007-10-17T21:32:00.000-07:002008-01-01T09:07:50.884-08:00

Last year it was brought to my attention that I was deprived. It was questionable whether or not I would be able to call myself a Texan. For, my friends, I was a State Fair of Texas virgin. Gasp!I had been holding tight to that State Fair of Texas vcard. It seems that No Child Left Behind left me in the dust when it came time for the State Fair of Texas. If you know me, you know I grew up in a

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-6847531203039782332007-08-08T16:43:00.000-07:002008-01-01T09:07:23.187-08:00

Humans are, quite possibly, the most fascinating creatures to grace the face of the earth. I am equally amused and frustrated at some of the things we humans do. One such instance occurred not to long ago.I hate being mushy-mushy but it goes with the story. So be patient with me. I have a superbly intelligent boyfriend. He ranks in the top three of "Three Most Intelligent People Beth Knows". Top

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-57707981804061803062007-07-21T07:39:00.000-07:002008-01-01T09:06:56.251-08:00

I hate to harp on weddings all the time, I really do. Maybe I'm burned out. actually - I'm not, but the truth might hurt a few feelings, so we'll carry on without all the usual self-examination. So if you're currently engaged or recently married or if I was in your wedding - stop reading here.why has Vera Wang come out with her own set of MATTRESSES?In business class we learned about the concept

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-74338842197061040942007-07-20T20:58:00.000-07:002007-07-21T07:38:53.891-07:00

A recent conversation between your two favorite letters in the alphabet:Ms. B: So, I talked to Audra today and she's headed up to Ponca City to check things out. You know, we should go camping.Mr. A: Yeah...we should. You owe me for that one time you stood me up.Ms. B: *snickers* yeah... you would not stop asking me out! Come on!! camping?!?!Mr. A: How about cabin-ing?Ms. B: YOU.ARE.MY.SOULMATE.

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-78673667377771037392007-06-14T09:19:00.000-07:002007-06-14T09:22:28.759-07:00

I experienced an epiphany this weekend. Actually I experienced more than one – if that’s possible. The first was seeing my brother drink beer. Weird. I’m sure he felt the same way once he realized that I wasn’t toting around punch in an awkward brown bottle, but Shiner.So–I’m watching the scene unfold. Preacher and groom walk in. Groom is fidgeting nervously with his cuff links. Then, the

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-39805675347626423262007-06-07T18:14:00.000-07:002007-06-14T09:18:16.297-07:00

Even pregnant you wear heels? Always. Louboutins. I’ve worn heels forever, and my feet are just more comfortable in them. I’m not bragging, but when I wear flats, my back hurts because I’ve relearned how to walk—I walk on the front pad of my foot instead of on my heel. So that's the reason my back was hurting today! I'm pregnant! Not really...that's how rumors get started. But I can totally

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-65996382783829980662007-06-06T15:46:00.000-07:002007-06-07T18:14:26.532-07:00

Have you ever made a really awful decision? I mean REALLY AWFUL?I'm not talking about marrying the wrong guy (I almost did that), or wearing one of those "in style" outfits that you really thought you could pull off (done that), or saying hateful things to your mother (sad to say - I've done this too).What I'm talking about is a little different. The aforementioned quandaries are really

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-58360696632612596602007-05-12T22:44:00.000-07:002007-05-12T23:03:56.704-07:00

I climbed into my gas guzzling SUV (did you realize that gas is $3.19 in Highland Park?!?!) and began re-adjusting the AC vents to my liking. Another driver had taken it upon himself to point ALL the vents on him in the previous excursion so that when I climbed into the drivers seat and started the car I was immediately transported to Antarctica.The aforementioned driver stood on the street curb

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-32578601211463040462007-04-23T20:22:00.000-07:002007-04-30T08:06:44.084-07:00

Some special things are to be found in Longview. As if the example above wasn't good enough I, again, was asking myself, "Did I just see that?" last week.A rather large banner said:AcceptanceInsuranceI thought to myself, "Surely not." I mean, group this right in there with thigh creams and Midol. That stuff is a hoax. Have things become so bad that people will pay for acceptance insurance? And

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-87754035900816199552007-03-19T19:37:00.000-07:002007-03-19T19:39:17.913-07:00

Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,but that we are powerful beyond measure.It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?Actually, who are you not to be?You are a child of God.Your playing small does not serve the world.There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-34596883601574776132007-03-06T18:44:00.000-08:002007-04-29T21:27:39.708-07:00

In the same breath that I praised the beach - I'll curse it.I climbed on my old friend the treadmill today and was met with the hip hop tunes of the Backstreet Boys on my iPod. As if that wasn't painfully reminiscent enough - sharp pains began shooting down my shins. Hellooooooo shin splints! As if things couldn't get worse....You see - deep inside I was disappointed with myself. I had watched an

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-24673975212918228302007-03-05T20:06:00.000-08:002007-03-05T20:24:34.076-08:00

yeah for the beach! and for learning how to of upload pics to my blog! I know... I know.... the rest of the free world has been at it for awhile now. But, you see, last time I tried to upload (before Al Gore went on his save-the-planet tirade....) one had to use PhotoBucket or some weird thing like that. It was oddly reminiscent of when eBay may you use MisterLister to host photos. Those were the

Bethnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-65519884726557785082007-01-31T20:24:00.000-08:002007-01-31T20:27:21.021-08:00

Once again, I found myself browsing an article that dealt with the subject matter of being single and seeking a mate. I'm not sure what there is new to say on the subject - but apparently this guy thought differently. He gave a personal account of praying and fasting before he asked a girl out on a date.This isn't something unheard of in the practices of modern evangelical mating (or in this

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-42415073657648508882006-12-14T19:39:00.000-08:002006-12-14T19:41:36.075-08:00

I watched an episode of one of my all time favorite shows last night and it started me thinking. The whole show was making a semi-serious joke of the "smug marrieds vs. sad singles" war that rages unbeknown to everyone except those engaging in direct combat.But - what ends up happening is this: someonw always ends up feeling like less of a person because of his/her relatioship status. This

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-72282445303707320432006-12-03T13:14:00.000-08:002006-12-03T13:48:29.959-08:00

I ventured out of my usual nightclub-esque Sunday morning stomping ground and headed to an establishment that the upper echelon of society frequents. In short, I went to a different church this Sunday. The first thing I noticed when I pulled in the parking lot was, "Man, these folks drive nice cars!" I was parked between two gargantuous SUV's. A man in a golf car came by and asked me if I'd like

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-56270367916915427092006-11-21T22:14:00.000-08:002006-11-21T22:23:17.067-08:00

"to whom much is given"... I thought as I signed a check for $47.00 - the total for a haircut on my lunchbreak"to whom much is given"... I thought as I popped into Jack's for a sandwich to go and slid $4.71 across the counter"to whom much is given"... I thought as I haphazardly traded a swiped debit card for $30.00 in fuel"much is required"... as I watched, unnoticed, a student at my University

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-3478529852401403602006-11-20T19:25:00.000-08:002006-11-20T19:28:33.786-08:00

'Tis the gift to be simple,'tis the gift to be free,'tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,And when we find ourselves in the place just right,It will be in the valley of love and delight.When true simplicity is gained,To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed.To turn, turn will be our delight,'Til by turning, turning we come round right'Tis the gift to be loved and that love to return,'

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-43127492483264604672006-10-03T14:38:00.000-07:002006-10-03T14:46:12.216-07:00

So I'm hanging out in LA for a few days and everything here is perfect. Perfect weather. Perfect lawns, people, homes, dogs. Perfectly clean freeways. Perfect stores. Did I mention the perfect people? They are all infinitely beautiful and perfectly coiffed, manicured, and dressed. One thing isn't perfect: there's no STINKIN DR. PEPPER to be found.

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-37516566405201657632006-09-10T12:55:00.000-07:002006-09-10T13:05:37.004-07:00

I just want to say, Thank you DQ!All of those other fast food chains are succombing to peer pressure and adding healthy choices to their menu - but no! you're staying true to who you are and what fast food is all about by continuing to offer us fat laden choices new and old.You give us the Chili Meltdown GrillBurger™It'll Make A Man Out of You!A guy doesn't have use for napkins with the burgers

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1148776195860651982006-05-27T16:33:00.000-07:002006-05-27T17:31:47.916-07:00

So - I made a mistake today. I know this is shocking. I seem to have a knack for perfection. I hope I haven't let any of you down. I really don't know how it all started. I'm as disappointed with myself as you all are with me. I feel like a little kid who was told not to touch the hot oven and went ahead anyway knowing well what was in store - pain and suffering.I did that today. Cruising around

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1145727894702918912006-04-22T10:44:00.000-07:002006-04-22T10:44:54.713-07:00

You Are 26 Years OldUnder 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.30-39: You are a thirtysomething at

Bethnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1133967485204071242005-12-07T06:56:00.000-08:002005-12-07T13:07:19.000-08:00

Think Once, Think Twice, Think Beth Rountree.http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi P.S. This post is dedicated to my soon-to-be-far-away-friend. Just remeber Lauren - email knows no state lines!

Bethnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1129587823674299712005-10-17T15:05:00.000-07:002005-10-17T15:23:43.680-07:00

Good tidings (and a hearty Sic'EM!) from Baylor Bear country. I'll refrain from telling oh-so-enthralling work stories on here (okay - just one! I saw THE Baylor bear today! How cool is that???) and stick to my true nature: dumb Top Ten Lists and Boyfriendia quips.My Confessions: (a la Usher)*I watch Desperate Housewives. Last night I stopped at the very first suitable hotel and booked a room

Bethnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1127958632338055502005-09-28T18:36:00.000-07:002005-09-28T18:50:32.346-07:00

-I have a HUGE HUGE beef will Dillard's online Wedding Registry. (yes - I just heard the gasp you took... NO, it's not for me, thank you very much!) Why, you ask, do I abhor Dillard's online registry? Here's my current predicament:Half of the world (seriously -it really is half, I've done the research!) is getting married on my birthday. It's not like it isn't bad enough that everyone else except

Bethnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1125711053827077362005-09-02T18:11:00.000-07:002005-09-02T18:30:53.833-07:00

As I reflected on the week I realized that I've probably done more "grown up" things in the past week than ever before. Maybe I've been doing them all along and haven't noticed... but I did this week.I was moved into a bigger, nicer (in some aspects) office. At first I was completely anti - ut now the perks have set in!! Wow! That window just screams R-E-S-P-E-C-T! And the remote control fan?!?!?

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1116545670983920182005-08-02T16:23:00.000-07:002005-08-03T10:37:33.983-07:00

when you're perfect in ev-er-y waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! I hadn't heard that song until recently. It's abosolutely hysterical and I'm using it to entertain myself as I waste away in front of the dismal abyss (know as my computer) at work everyday. Who - may I ask - mandated that summer va-cay be available only to the young and school-aged?I've discovered an EVIL process that the world has sold us on:

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1119478074167921082005-06-22T11:28:00.000-07:002005-06-23T08:39:52.910-07:00

After a much needed blogging hiatus (I'd like to blame writer's block - but it's really just laziness) I was compelled to write about something near and dear to my heart: my strong aversion to a specific summer wardrobe piece, most commonly known as caprisius pantalones (capri pants).First - I feel that I must apologize. This feels oddly like a "coming of out the closet" (pardon the pun!) moment

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1118622805784754692005-06-12T17:29:00.000-07:002005-06-12T17:33:25.790-07:00

Plane delays and baggage lostSummer camp hook-upsand mom said being a grown up was fun.

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1116732758337638302005-05-21T20:32:00.000-07:002005-05-21T20:32:38.363-07:00

you know it's summer when... 

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1115821234772906322005-05-11T07:16:00.000-07:002005-05-11T07:20:34.776-07:00

Eek -- it's wedding season again! According to industry research, there are approximately 2.4 million weddings each year, and 82% occur between May and October. When you're single, you know what that means: a never-ending siege of nuptial nonsense that you are required to:1. Attend (on your own).2. Buy a dress for (on your own).3. Buy an expensive gift for (on your own).4. Navigate toasts,

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1114225175763795682005-04-22T19:35:00.000-07:002005-04-22T19:59:35.766-07:00

Funny how that works. I've had the priviledge (and it truly is a priviledge to ever see the inner workings of Paradise - aka Henderson, Texas) to spend some time at home. Now - "home" is actually a sub-suburb of Henderson, Texas (pop. 12,000). Work with me here, okay? You've got Henderson which is where everyone grocery shops, tans, and gets their eyes checked. Then, you've got Laneville (pop.

Bethnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1110434792728595522005-03-09T21:42:00.000-08:002005-03-09T22:06:32.733-08:00

::cue Beth ascending to her soapbox throne::I tried to get the country song "Who Needs Pictures" to play in the background - but you'll just have to hum it to yourself, for effect, instead. It really would have made the perfect backdrop for the title of this post - and whether you realize it (or more like get it....) the title to each post isn't just random.Anyway - it all starts off with me

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1110259184155672882005-03-07T21:14:00.000-08:002005-03-07T21:20:42.980-08:00

So it's been sixteen days since my last post. ::sigh:: I swore to myself that I wouldn't become a "fairweather poster" - meaning that I would fight to the death in blog land. I'd post when no one else posted, comment even though I never receive comments and continue this beautiful thing we call... well, blogging. To my disdain - I've really stunk at it. But here I am again--- tryin' to revive

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1108957982944819082005-02-20T19:18:00.000-08:002005-02-20T19:53:02.950-08:00

Wow. So - I really should update more than just once a week! (..and a hearty "Hear! Hear!" is heard from the crowd...)Where to begin? Oh, let's see - I usually post about my obscenely funny - yet not - love life. So, most of you know about my little experiment with eHarmony. About a year ago - a friend and I decided that we'd post a mutual friend on this "Christian" dating site. Well, it was

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1108441111237373402005-02-14T19:52:00.000-08:002005-02-14T20:18:31.236-08:00

Hail to the light that my baby watches meIn the darkness of the windowI can hardly get to sleepWish for the hour thatThe nighttime soon shall passAnd the morning dew will bring usTo a day our souls can lastLove has a reasonThere's a meaning to the worldWe're giving loveSituation candlelightEnough to see the bits around youBut it's never very brightStare at a memoryYou, through the grapevine,

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1107487156627618482005-02-03T16:16:00.000-08:002005-02-04T13:50:46.576-08:00

TEN Random Things About Me: 1o) I organize dirty dishes in the sink. o9) I wear contacts. o8) I was Vice President of my 3rd grade class. o7) When I was in the 3rd grade (it was a big year!) and was co-lead in the school play, I fainted and fell on the 2nd graders in front of me. o6) My sister and I are nothing alike... and have a TON in common o5) Even though I'm 23, I still have bad

Bethnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1107326763962632212005-02-01T21:38:00.000-08:002005-02-07T10:04:12.436-08:00

Yeah, I know what four letter words you were thinking about. No- I'm not talking about that kind! Shame on you! Although, I do have a strong aversion to those four letter words; I'm thinking of other four letter words which are unrelated but often grouped together this time of year. As I twisted the ring on my left hand that has these three words inscribed I started thinking. (Note: that's

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1106984135564472002005-01-27T23:19:00.000-08:002005-01-28T23:37:16.013-08:00

It's really a simple concept. Most of us learned it when we were little and were learning to cross the street.... or in my case, the oil top road. It became different when I went to college. The phrase is also used in Marketing when one is determining the next course of action. Then, our country went to war with Iraq and the "Stop, Look & Listen" catch phrase became a staple of organizations

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1106982127350863822005-01-26T23:37:00.000-08:002005-01-28T23:19:49.146-08:00

(the title is better heard than read.... especially if Jessi Hardy Scherm is saying it!) So... I was listening to my way-old school Jagged Little Pill CD and realized how sensitized I am. It happened earlier today, too, when Brad and I were leaving MSC. But back to Alanis. I usually only hear her stuff on the radio - which is the edited version. Can you imagine my disdain when I re-remembered (

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1106631944869742442005-01-24T21:24:00.000-08:002005-01-24T21:45:44.870-08:00

So.... who's the PSYCHO that invented MLK Blvd???? Here I am- just driving up to the church and decide to take a little short cut (that's where the MLK Blvd comes in) and the next thing I know... I'm petrified a la The Village. I promise you, it was like I was in a TOTALLY DIFFERENT COUNTRY. Now, don't go making this about race (I'm talking to you VANESSA!). It has nothing to do with that. But,

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1106350522140123482005-01-21T15:34:00.000-08:002005-01-21T15:35:22.140-08:00

I am worth $1,856,370.00 on HumanForSale.com Here's what I'm worth!

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1106274748809916422005-01-20T18:29:00.001-08:002005-01-20T18:32:28.810-08:00

There are many who seek knowledge for the sake of knowledge: that is curiosity. There are others who desire to know in order that they themselves be known: that is vanity. But there are those who seek knowledge in order to teach and edify others: that is love. -St. Bernard of Clairvaux

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1105725911593431172005-01-14T09:59:00.000-08:002005-01-14T10:05:11.593-08:00

Courage is not something you are given or are gifted with. Courage is something you choose, much like love. The decision to make yourself move when you are totally frozen by fear is painfully difficult and the response of your body is often incredibly slow, however, at that moment that you choose to move, you have chosen courage over fear. At the time it seems like a miniscule detail in a dire

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1105416988754593662005-01-10T19:56:00.000-08:002005-01-10T20:19:21.886-08:00

"I will chew him up like a piece of garbage!" "I will fight for her heart, every single day, for the rest of my life." "When they fry chicken and put it in a bucket, you know, and you pull it out - that's how HOT you are." "Have you ever been on a tin roof in Arkansas in July? That's how HOT you are." THESE ARE REAL QUOTES from The Bachelorette! I can't believe that I succumbed to the madness

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1105225909321246662005-01-08T14:14:00.000-08:002005-01-08T15:11:49.320-08:00

With the new year now well behind me and and an un-updated Xanga/Blog that is absolutely unbearable.... I decided to just start another series instead of updating you on my oh-so-on-the edge-of-my-seat life. The series Best Of's are limited to 25 nominees each. So here goes nothing! Feel free to contribute your own. Yes, I realize the likes of Barry White, Harry Connick, Santana, Three Dog Night

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1104526953148775182004-12-31T12:49:00.000-08:002004-12-31T13:02:33.146-08:00

As I sit here at my laptop and think over the past week- I laugh! Today it's 70 degrees and I'm dressed in summertime sttire (hence the summertime wishes title). Just last week though... it was FREEZING!! Just ask gettin'flossy! Here are some post-birthday/Christmas notable events: -an ostrich loose on Redmon Road (yes!! The ghetto has live ostriches!!) -BUNKO! -Pat Green& Billy Bob's! -Rockin'

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1103139569316065102004-12-15T11:47:00.000-08:002004-12-15T11:39:29.340-08:00

I was operating the microwave last night and I realized that somethings WILL NEVER change regardless of where you live or how old you get: -I still don't cover my plate with a paper towel when I heat things up in the microwave! (That's for you, Mom!) -I still use a new towel EVERY TIME I take a shower. (Which is really silly... and since I do my own laundry, you'd think I would've caught on by

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1103056032340274222004-12-14T12:25:00.000-08:002004-12-14T12:27:12.340-08:00

If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I'm just another decorator. If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love to my family, I'm just another cook. If I work at the soup kitchen,

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1103149018218659852004-12-13T14:15:00.000-08:002004-12-15T14:16:58.220-08:00

HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY? You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.-Alan, age 10 No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with.-Kirsten, age 10 WHAT IS THE

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1101952486317781212004-12-01T17:25:00.000-08:002004-12-06T10:29:58.956-08:00

So things are just right-o crazy at this barn party. Speaking of barns.... and parties.... I realized that I am the last of a dying breed. Farm raised and grain fed. Well, not so much grain fed... but very much farm raised. Here are ten ways to know that you've celebrated a holiday in East Texas: 1) Your Thanksgiving celebration consists of the traditonal FRIED turkey (courtesy of the deep

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1100999936255932262004-11-20T16:56:00.000-08:002004-11-20T17:18:56.256-08:00

Since I'm back to writing about "normal" stuff I've got a lot of catching up to do! Contrary to previous blogging - I think about more than "just boys"... actually... who am I kidding?? No, seriously - I really don't. SO... my work takes me away from home and I'm not to fond of leaving the Lone Star State on to often of an occasion, but duty does call. My expertise on all things admissionsly

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1098816982855398832004-11-19T11:35:00.000-08:002004-11-20T17:20:28.876-08:00

::sigh:: Every good thing must come to an end and so I'm opting to end on the perfect number: 7 This does not imply, however, that said Boyfriend was Mr. Perfect. So, here's my last and most favorite Chronicle. You've enjoyed more than just a chronicle of "boyfriends", but a chronicle of firsts (first kiss, first boy that made me really cry, first heartbreak) and of my adolescence. David Where

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1099421450462719912004-11-02T11:50:00.000-08:002004-11-05T21:01:23.490-08:00

This entry is for the the guys who never attained boyfriend status... but deserve props! These guys gave me most of my material! So, they will remain unnamed lest they come and try to claim the profits from my million dollar book deal. (I'm convinced that I'm the next Bridget Jones minus the alcohol, cursing and cigarettes.) Mr. Unattainable -- the guy I TOTALLY crushed on in Junior High.

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1098819852130716222004-10-26T11:56:00.000-07:002004-10-26T12:44:12.130-07:00

Ah! The masses have missed me. I never thought self esteem was an issue until I bought into blogging for the masses. Friends, Romans, Countrymen-- I hope that you are enjoying not just the chronicles... but my candor as well! Ken He was a football player. He had a pool in his backyard and it was summertime. How hard is that to decide upon??? DUH! Ken also takes the award for "First Boy to REALLY

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1097691698967108282004-10-13T07:33:00.000-07:002004-10-26T11:35:13.696-07:00

"Made me sick to my stomach to be honest. To make matters worse, I started thinking that I'll probably have to endure a first kiss in the future (not necessarily the near...) and that made me even more nauseous. It's funny how my mind runs away without me." I copied this quote out of an e-mail that a friend and I had been writing back and forth. At some point the Chronicles will end-- but not

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1097080779679177112004-10-06T09:34:00.000-07:002004-10-06T09:39:39.680-07:00

Folks – sit back and relax, because you are getting a TWO ‘FER DEAL today. Yes, a two-for-the-price-of-one boyfriendia story today. I know you’ve all been clamoring for an update (namely Jasien) so I’ll cut to the chase. Chris & JM Chris was my fourth grade boyfriend and he started the short man fetish. Well… fetish is a bit of a strong term, but nonetheless – my better judgment was lost and I

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1096480131661317432004-09-29T11:25:00.000-07:002004-09-29T10:48:51.660-07:00

ah... Wednesday. Wednesday's can never be bad days. Prepare yourself for the enthralling muses of a woman who is trying to quit Dr. Pepper. Not a good thing for the psyche - but an excellent thing for the hips. That was too much information for the free public... Nathan If you haven't noticed the "take over the world" pattern with my boyfriends - you should. Next in line is Nathan. His dad was

Bethnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1096326220752434132004-09-27T15:00:00.000-07:002004-09-27T16:03:40.753-07:00

feeling uninspired... I've been giving the Chronicles serious thought. Who is worthy of the chronicles? Not too many to my displeasure. So, here is the much anticipated Numero Dos. Philip Philip was a great guy. He met the "Surfer Guy" boyfriend requirement that every girl has. (Yes.. there is a list of guy types out there. Before a girl goes off and gets hitched she has to date 5 out of the

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1095867381585162702004-09-23T08:12:00.000-07:002004-09-27T16:04:56.606-07:00

Shane is blogging about his sports moments and so is Mike. I think Vanessa is starting something about all her accomplishments. I've thought this through, and when you think of the main difference between boys and girls it's this-- the boys were playing sports and they girls were writing love notes. (except for me and I was playing golf... but that's another story) So I've decided to chronicle

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1095865892385763392004-09-22T07:19:00.000-07:002004-09-22T08:11:32.386-07:00

(a CSE is LETU lingo for a computer science engineer). So I'm super frustrated this morning. I am trying to link several blogs to my site and it's not happening. When I changed the look of my blog several months ago I lost all that coding. *sigh* This brings me to another problem. I just used the word "coding". How weird is that? I have a business degree. It's just weird to have knowledge of

Bethnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1095386418859912762004-09-16T18:46:00.000-07:002004-09-16T19:00:18.860-07:00

So, I'm kickin' it at the parents house for a couple of days. Always a good thing. I rekindled the flame with Rhett, my brother's chocolate lab. That dog has more energy... I was hanging out with my mom today and she started making fun of me for being an introverted extrovert. We started laughing because I get cranky when I haven't had enough "alone time". It's really hilarious. I come off as

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1095283518579926502004-09-15T13:59:00.000-07:002004-09-16T18:45:56.273-07:00

:cue music: Presenting... the LADIES OF 1818 REDMON She's responsible for making sweet tea an illegal beverage in the Southern States, her cooking skills are known throughout the land... presenting HOMECAKE! Your gangsta name: Homecake How you get shot: Ridin' yo' low-rider (bike) to work. Your weapon: Rusty switchblade you stole from a whitey. Your bling: Fake silver chain. Your ride: You can't

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1095201965262952542004-09-14T15:16:00.000-07:002004-09-14T15:46:55.250-07:00

well, I apologize for my long absence. I've been in the field working on a reconnaissance project I'll tell you about later. To update you: humm.... busy, busy, busy! We (me, Vanessa, Laura & Dre) hosted a BAZILLION people over at house on Sunday night. Actually- official numbers are more like 25'ish. Somehow we had this "International Dinner Night" theme going. We cooked Thai soup... and

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1094831964365491162004-09-10T08:38:00.000-07:002004-09-10T08:59:24.366-07:00

Ok, so I'm on the phone with Expedia (that's who we book our airline flights through) and this lady doesn't speak very good English and she's trying to tell me what I can and can't do with my credit card. I don't think so. Then, she's trying to tell that I'm over my limit. Well... I beg to differ. The balance is paid in full every month and my credit limit is WAY MORE than I'll ever need. Ok...

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1094780403907436802004-09-09T18:34:00.000-07:002004-09-09T18:40:03.906-07:00

Man...the only reason I'm posting is because of the persistence of others. I never quite realized how quickly the world shuts down when I posting. I'm kinda tired... and mystified... so I think I'll go. I promise for exciting stories about killing a snake with a ladle and much, much more.

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1093897888713581632004-08-30T12:18:00.000-07:002004-08-30T13:31:28.713-07:00

I've temporarily returned to Bloggerland. I lay in bed every night and compose what I think are *awesome* entries and then I sit down at this fine machine and *poof* --- vanished into thin air. I know I've talked about this before... but I become more and more befuddled as this continues to happen. Things have been right-o crazy at this joint. Kids have been arriving and I really don't think

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1093381715332067682004-08-24T13:57:00.000-07:002004-08-24T14:08:35.333-07:00

When it rains it pours and opens doors And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dry And in the midst of sailing ships we sink our lips into the ones we love That have to say goodbye And as I float along this ocean I can feel you like a notion that won’t seem to let me go Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you’re here with me And you make everything alright And

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1093231924131256562004-08-22T19:55:00.000-07:002004-08-24T13:57:27.376-07:00

It seems like my last few posts are MIA. I was in The Woodlands-- using dial-up... enough said. So... I guess I'll start from then. Whoa... that was a week ago! Yikes! First things first. I made peace with The Woodlands. Our differences go way back. We've decided that since we are both grown-ups, we can be civil for everyone else's sake. Plus, there are a lot of good concerts at the Pavilion and

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1092616887274692962004-08-15T17:35:00.000-07:002004-08-15T18:29:11.883-07:00

ARGH!! ARGH ARGH ARGH! ::RAWR:: I am soooo frustrated with myself. I started cooking supper this evening and decided to put on a cake. Simple, right? Not so much. There was more cake batter than anticipated and because I’m a DORK I just put it all in the skillet (cause I was making a pineapple upside down cake) and now I have a mess on my hands. The cake began rising and its contents spilling

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1092247831975301972004-08-11T10:41:00.000-07:002004-08-11T11:10:31.983-07:00

Ok, so in my I'm-having-to-go-on-a-business-trip-that-I-don't-wanna angstI decided to rataliate by blogging. *snicker*snicker* (x)- you've done it (_)- you haven't (?) -not sure (_) been drunk (x) kissed a member of the opposite sex (_) kissed a member of the same sex (_) been to Japan (x) ridden in a taxi (x) been in love (x) been dumped (_) shoplifted (_) been fired (_) been in a fist fight

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1092178964075958072004-08-10T15:16:00.000-07:002004-08-10T16:02:44.076-07:00

First off... take a seat. Yes, pull up a plush chair and pour yourself a cold one. (a "cold one" meaning a coke, sweet tea... that sorta thing) This is gonna be a long one simply because I've neglected My Precious for several days. Here's to Monday's-- Ok so I head out the door for work on Monday AM. I'm really proud of myself because I've been arriving in the office by 8:15-8:30 for the past

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1091825257856931222004-08-06T11:10:00.000-07:002004-08-06T14:17:45.173-07:00

Ok, so the title of my blog is not the most feminine thing to say, but I had an "experience" today. I was working on something that required me to stick my cell phone in the back pocket of my oh-so-cute-Ralph-Lauren-denim-skirt-that-I-got-on-clearance-at-Macy's-in-LA-last-March. To be specific, it was in my back, right pocket. Everything is fine... for awhile. I notice awhile later that the

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1091665072597740002004-08-04T16:47:00.000-07:002004-08-06T14:17:25.310-07:00

on the title of my blog... There's this weird place on Eastman (south of Birdsong, but north of I20) that has "We Be Throwed" as the title of said establishment. What the heck does that mean? "WE BE THROWED..." I mean, I've never used that in conversation and I doubt Paris Hilton has either. Speaking of which... she really should come visit Longview. That's be hilarious. She could preview LETU

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1090815761641784172004-07-25T21:05:00.000-07:002004-08-06T14:17:02.616-07:00

I don't know why I dread posting. It's not like it hurts or anything. Maybe I'm just weird. Oh, wait... I am!!! Maybe it's the fact that I am super sick of writing about ME! I mean-- contrary to popular belief-- it's not all about ME. I guess that's the point of a blog though-- to write about one's self and events. This weekend was fun. Long... but fun! Plus-- I'm on vacation this week!

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1090339237082183342004-07-20T08:58:00.000-07:002004-08-06T14:16:38.463-07:00

Your love is... by ChibiMarronchanYour name is...Your kiss is...breath takingYour hugs are...to die forYour eyes...sparkle like the starsYour touch is...heart warmingYour smell is...beautifulYour smile is...encouragingYour love is...everlasting Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen! I figured I should update before the blogger Nazis jump on my back again. I'm alive! I had such a great weekend.

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1089837318365313052004-07-14T13:01:00.000-07:002004-08-06T14:16:18.283-07:00

welp... at norabing's insistence I will post. Lord have mercy it's gonna be three miles long though. I'll work my way backwards from today... Wednesday July 13, 2004 I'm at my parents- as is the unofficial every other Wednesday custom. Mom had chemo on Monday and she's always pretty sick. I get to their house and am welcomed by a HUGE pile of laundry. The way I figure... how much can three

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1088556233477341052004-06-29T17:28:00.000-07:002004-08-06T14:15:56.853-07:00

well. it's officially crazy. I am officially crazy. Let me just tell you how much I hate cancer. I hated it before. I was involved in Relay for Life. I gave to the American Cancer Society on a regular basis. In fact, it was the only organization that I gave to regularly. Now, I'm glad. Cancer is horrible. It's an awful thing that steals people's lives. I hate it. I thought that there wasn't

Bethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1088306945132709452004-06-26T20:21:00.000-07:002004-08-06T14:05:00.693-07:00

So, shopping always makes things better right? I thought so too. Let me just tell you! Mom and I go and pick out her wig and it's fun, but to add some brightness to our seemingly endless days of "cancer chores" we decide to hit up our favorite thrift stores. If you know my mom--- you know she LOVES thrift stores. For that matter, so do I. You can find some really awesome deals. Plus... this

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1088214228293089632004-06-25T18:36:00.000-07:002004-08-06T14:04:24.956-07:00

Boy, I am exhausted. That's the only bad thing about my job--- exhaustion. Other than that-- we're cool. I am only writing tonight because if I don't, it'll break my blog routing and I'll never post again. Which means Brad and Kat and everyone else will harass me until I do. I do have a little tidbit for Brad though. Brad, you've inspired me with your "Things I Want in a Girlfriend" list. I've

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1088003584066436962004-06-23T08:12:00.000-07:002004-06-25T19:05:42.730-07:00

How to make a Bethie Lou Ingredients: 1 part pride 5 parts silliness 5 parts joy Method:Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add lustfulness to taste! Do not overindulge! Username: Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.com

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1087669146846044762004-06-19T11:14:00.000-07:002004-06-25T19:06:23.816-07:00

Every woman should... know how to use a stick shift; a plunger; understand the difference between don’t tell a soul and don’t tell a soul I mean it; know her mind; change it; have protection handy; but not too handy; use special china; and special underwear; for no special reason; over commit; come through; refuse to do it again; do it again; be able to discuss 1st and 10; have

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1087614674197134582004-06-18T20:01:00.000-07:002004-06-25T19:07:01.670-07:00

So... today couldn't have been more perfect. Until KittyH was mentioned. Let me just set the story up, k? My friend 'Chelle came over and spent the night with me--- which was a total surprise to me! I went to work and got a lot done. Then, I headed to the gym as usual! Me & my thirds then headed to Laura's softball game and ate at Chicken Express afterwards. It was a perfect evening!! We go rent

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339477.post-1087592419952620162004-06-18T13:59:00.000-07:002004-06-25T19:07:34.970-07:00

My new mantra... life is more than money time was never money time was never cash, life is still more than girls life is more than hundred dollar bills and oh the town fills life more than fame and rock and roll and thrills all the riches of the kings and up in wills we got information in the information age but do we know what life is outside of our conveinent Lexus cages *Switchfoot* More

Bethnoreply@blogger.com0