tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79945392024-03-06T22:07:33.849-08:003 gallons of coffee and nowhere to go.highly caffeinated. and highly susceptible to bouts of funny.christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.comBlogger203125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-86331602561318919412008-01-30T06:44:00.000-08:002008-01-30T06:46:31.165-08:00Ask Jeevesso... i've had a metric fuckton of hits lately from someone who's found me from doing and "Ask Jeeves" search.<br /><br /><br />you've spent the past 10 days reading my blog.<br />i really hope you're enjoying it. leave a comment would ya?christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-76463660703001186002007-06-29T09:02:00.000-07:002007-06-29T09:04:07.658-07:00the visitorsjust wanted to wave to those of you who still come here religiously waiting for an update...<br /><br /><br />*HI!*christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-85143795884770537042007-03-30T14:29:00.000-07:002007-04-18T11:07:18.404-07:00New!E me for The New Christel... Now with more Sarcasm and Cynicism.christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1159884415729988322006-10-03T06:35:00.000-07:002006-10-04T07:58:22.530-07:00HOLY SHIT, i have a blog?yeah yeah yeah... i have been the Ultimate Slacker in writing. i suck. i apologize.<br /><br /><br /><br />BUUUUUUT.. to my defense. i got lots of stuff going on. personally, workly, emotionally, hairly.<br /><br /><br />yeah. i said "workly" AND i said "hairly". what CHOO gonna do about it?<br /><br />work is super. no for real. i really dig the people i work with. and i LOVE this time of year. its the beginning of the Holiday Season Drop. and by Drop i mean like a roller coaster... it all leads up to this part of the year. and then WHAM! it's january. and i find myself stunned and amazed at how quickly it all passed by. i try so hard to cling to the leaves changing colors, the crisp fall air, the outdoor festivals, allie saying "pumpkin butter" (which, at this time of year, she will do at least ONCE a phone call), gearing up for thanksgiving and a trip to south carolina, and then....CHRISTELMAS!!!! and then in 3 short months i will find myself weighing 10 pounds more. and trying to figure out where all the magic went. to quote allie yet again, "i love the 'Ber months". i wont lie.<br /><br /><br />so yeah. work is good.<br />and the hair. it's good too. don't tell my mom,<br /><br />but <span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b264/coffeegoddess/newhair06.jpg">i have bangs</a></span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />SHHHHHHHHH... don't squeal so loud, she'll hear you.<br /><br /><br />i decided that yesterday was the day. i was gonna do it and NOTHING was going to get in my way. i looked for pictures of what kind of bangs i wanted. i settled on <a href="http://img.theatermania.com/news/images/6287a.jpg">Callie*</a> bangs.<br />printed the picture. asked the boys at work their opinions, (useless by the way, they got all hot about the girl and not the hair.) got the call from my boss that said, "DO IT!" (she'd previously been opposed to the idea, but had a vision of me with the hair and changed her mind), grabbed angela and some hair magazines and off we went.<br /><br />needless to say that i did NOT get Callie hair, but am thrilled with my <a href="http://static.flickr.com/34/123745492_0948c6fdd5_o.jpg">Meredith*</a> hair. and, of course, angela's hair is WAY ASS CUTE TOO!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">*</span>from Grey's Anatomy<br /></span><br /><br />it was time for a change. i got lots of changes happening. why not let some of them have an outward reflection?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and i came to a realization, sitting in traffic the other day. i have been struggling so hard to get BACK to the Christel i was. and it was like trying to fit into the clothes of a child. and the harder i tried, the less it worked. i don't need to get BACK to Christel, i can make my own new one. it was senseless to try to be something i was, when i am liking who i am becoming. i feel it. i feel her growing into something amazing. and everyday she peeks out a little bit more. i think she will be just as great...no, greater than the Christel i was.<br /><br />so, hand in hand, the Christel that fits into those little clothes and the Christel who is still changing and growing will walk into the Great Unknown. i dont have to keep looking back at her and miss who she was. i can take her with me for the rest of the journey. she knows the secrets. she knows the song. she knows the dance. and she can still teach me a thing or two.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />let's go, little one. we got a big bad world to take over.christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1157690081628371502006-09-07T21:32:00.000-07:002006-09-07T21:41:36.540-07:00La Hot!i hate to admit this.<br /><br /><br />and i hate to admit this here....<br /><br /><br />but i have to. i have to let SOMEONE know. and instead of keeping it inside anymore. i am going let it out.<br /><br />for all of you to read.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i am slowly developing a crush on Nick Lachey.<br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/45/117285937_58030abc8f_o.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://www.comedynights.net/xxx/upload/2006/02/lachey.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.comedynights.net/xxx/upload/2006/02/lachey.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://news.softpedia.com/images/news2/Jessica-Simpson-s-ex-hubby-Nick-Lachey-Wants-a-Baby-2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="264" alt="" src="http://news.softpedia.com/images/news2/Jessica-Simpson-s-ex-hubby-Nick-Lachey-Wants-a-Baby-2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1156432006108317602006-08-24T07:55:00.000-07:002006-08-24T08:06:46.133-07:00sleep to dreamever have those dreams where, after you wake up you feel like it was just your body purging itself of everything that happened for weeks?<br /><br /><br />where everything is jumbled together and upon further reflection you can pick pieces out that are obviously experiences, and other parts that are just filler to get all the thoughts out.<br /><br /><br />i had a night like that last night (errr... more accurately this morning)<br /><br />i dreamt about (in no particular order or logic):<br /><ul><li>the italian soccer team</li><li>quail eggs</li><li>scuba diving</li><li>someone stealing my pen</li><li>me accidentally stealing it back</li><li>a co-worker owning his own family-based restaurant</li><li>the very vivid logo for said restaurant</li><li>being naked at the dinner table</li><li>Preston Burke from Grey's Anatomy giving me a wad of money before he took me out to dinner.</li><li>also being at dinner with very hot mexican men</li><li>finding out later that they were all related (dammit)</li><li>bringing a piece of furniture to Angela's house that came from the flooded apartment that cause mold to grow up her walls</li><li>cleaning off the mold with day-old raisin bread and mild detergent</li><li>feeling guilty about infesting Angela's house with mold</li><li>wandering through a strange house to find the bathroom</li><li>pretending to buy jewelry to avoid confrontation</li><li>meeting and yelling at an ex co-worker's cousin</li></ul><p>yeah. whacky.</p><p></p><p>must have been the shrimp nachos.</p>christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1154960623001963782006-08-07T06:57:00.000-07:002006-08-07T07:23:44.696-07:00single-usei'm noticing a trend in food service. a trend that repulses me. not only because of my germ thing, but because of it's gross violation to Health Codes. i'm sorry if this awareness causes you to be more cognizant of your eating experience, but welcome to MY world.<br /><br /><br />in food service, when handling foods, employees are usually required to wear gloves. now these gloves are not to protect the employee. these gloves are to protect the person consuming the food. even the Department of Health refers to these gloves as "single-use". (yes, i have researched it, shut up)<br /><br />it says, "<em>except when washing fruits and vegetables, food employees shall avoid contact of exposed ready-to-eat food with their bare hands by use of suitable utensils such as deli tissue, spatulas, tongs, or SINGLE-USE gloves</em>"<br /><br /><br />this does not mean wear the SAME gloves all day long.<br /><br />case in point, i went to wal-mart the other day during my lunch break... i stopped by the deli to grab a lil something to snack on before i went back to work. the lady behind the counter did not put on new gloves. she adjusted her hair net, and proceeded to manually grab my food from the heating pans. when i asked her to use tongs, she just started gingerly picking up my food and putting it in the bag. i asked her to stop and put on new gloves at least. she changed A glove and then continued to fill the bag with the already "contaminated" food. when she realized that one of the items i had ordered wasn't so fresh, she offered to cook some more. at this point, she went back in the back, touching the door handle, opened the freezer, touching that door handle, put the chicken in the fryer, touching those buttons, went and opened a deli case to get out some ham, touching that handle, sliced the ham, wrapped it back up, and then using the same gloved hands, manually grabbed my chicken and put it in a bag.<br /><br />at this point, me, being me was experiencing 2 emotions. rage and nausea.<br /><br />i then went to complain about the whole thing to a manager. you never know who is in charge of what there... for all i knew i just tattled to the garden center diva.<br /><br /><br />and begrudgingly ate my germ infested lunch. i didn't have time to wait to get someone else get me food and didn't want to cause a scene.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />cut to today. i took Roo to the vet to get his "walnut-ectomy" and on my way home, i stopped for breakfast tacos. i paid the lady and then i saw her, with one gloved hand using the utensil and her ungloved hand prying my tortillas apart and watched in horror as this woman who had touched money and been touching money all morning, make my breakfast. i wanted to hurl in the drive-thru. those of you who know me know how i feel about handling cash money. and the fact that i actually HAD cash money was shocking. but to feel the germs crawling on my hands after i handed it to her and then to have those same germs come back to me in my food was all that i could stand.<br /><br />i was so angry and crazy at the time that instead of going back, i drove off. about half-way home i fished out the receipt and called the store. i told the guy what happened and that now i was going to have to throw my food away. i cant wrap my head around eating money food. and that its somehow different that the glove girl at wal-mart IS different to me. the crazy doesn't have rules... it just is.<br /><br /><br />i will call the Department of Health and "report" both occurrences. and trust me, if i could NOT be this way about food, i would give it away in a heartbeat. but the fact is, i can't. it is out of my control. it's a disorder. if i were able to control it, it would be called something different. like a phase, or that weird germ thing christel has.<br /><br />so, i ask you, please, if you are IN food service and reading this, BE AWARE of what you touch. the gloves are there to protect me and everyone else from germs. not to protect you from the food.christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1154468459716646612006-08-01T14:37:00.000-07:002006-08-02T06:16:13.136-07:00multiplythis commercial makes me want one SO bad.<br />and the fact that it's a RABBIT! doesn't help either.<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2aGzL6Is_So" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><br /><br />but it's a Rabbit... cant you see ME driving a rabbit? crack me directly the F up!<br /><br />but seriously, can this commercial BE any cuter?christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1153837285197302292006-07-25T07:09:00.000-07:002006-07-25T07:21:25.260-07:00OBVIOUSLY doesn't work off commissionso we took angela's 4 kids to see Monster House on sunday. <br /><br />i walked up to the window and asked for "seven tickets to Monster House, please?"<br /><br />the lackey behind the glass says, "you know that's single seating ONLY, right?"<br /><br />i ask, "can i not have seven tickets, then?"<br /><br />he says, "you can have them, but you just so you know, you all wont be sitting together." (insert snide bratty 17-year-old face here)<br /><br />i say, "that's fine. because i didn't ask for seating assignments, i ASKED for seven.... tickets... to.... Monster....House."<br /><br /><br />since when is it ok for people in customer service to automatically have attitude like that? and especially from someone who is almost half my age? what ever happened to "respect your elders"? <br /><br />needless to say, we found 7 seats together. they were on the front row. and i had never sat on the front row before... it was kinda fun! not that i would like to do it again.... but the suck factor was definitely lower than expected.<br /><br /><br />i recommend it. and take 4 kids with you. no, for real.christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1152149657718607162006-07-05T18:25:00.000-07:002006-07-05T18:34:17.796-07:00amosthis is one of those songs i can't listen to enough. <br /><br /><br />it has a great message. it is beautifully arranged. and amos's voice is like chocolate.<br /><br /><br />i give you:<br /><br /><strong><em>Keep it loose, Keep it tight</em></strong><br /><br />Well I walked over the bridge<br />Into the city where I live and<br />I saw my old landlord<br />Well we both said hello<br />There was no where else to go<br />Cause his rent I couldn’t afford<br /><br />Well relationships change<br />Though I think it’s kind of strange how money makes a man grow<br />Ah, some people they claim if you get enough fame<br />You live over the rainbow<br />Over the rainbow<br /><br />But the people on the street,<br />Out on buses or on feet<br /><strong>We all got the same blood flow </strong><strong><br /></strong>Oh in society every dollar got a deed<br />We all need a place that we can go and feel over the rainbow<br /><br /><strong>Some times we forget what we got </strong><br /><strong>And who we are and who we are not</strong><br /><strong>I think we got a chance to make it right </strong><br /><strong>Keep it loose</strong><br /><strong>Keep it tight </strong><br /><strong>Keep it tight<br /></strong><br />I’m in love with a girl who’s in love with the world<br />Though I can’t help but follow<br />Though I know someday she is bound to go away and stay over the rainbow<br />Got to learn how to let her go<br />Over the rainbow<br /><em>But sometimes we forget who we got </em><br /><em>Who they are and who they are not </em><br /><br />There is so much more in love than black and white<br />Keep it loose child<br />You gotta keep tight<br />Keep it loose child<br />Keep it tight<br />Keep it tight<br />Keep it tight<br /><br /><br />Words & Music: Amos Lee©2004 Burning Harp Musicchristelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1151599804167788472006-06-29T09:42:00.000-07:002006-06-29T09:50:04.273-07:00Rooney Spooner<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7275/508/1600/roopose.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7275/508/320/roopose.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />lemme gush about The Roo for just a bit, yeah?<br /><br />this boy is ADORDABLE. (yes, extra D for emphasis). sure, he antagonizes his sisters. sure he "makes biscuits" on my bare skin while i am sleeping. sure, he runs laps at ALL hours of the day. sure, he appears like he is being all sweet and cuddly, but really wants to claw at my hair.<br /><br /><br /><br />but this is the part that SLAYS me. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ROO. LIKES. TO. SPOON.<br /><br />no, i'm not lying.<br /><br />when i am lying on my right side, he jumps up onto the bed, rubs his whole body against my chin and then lays down as close to me as possible. and lets me hold him close. and he just purrs and purrs and purrs.... for about 10 minutes. and then..... he's done.<br /><br /><br />until 5 minutes later and we repeat the process.<br /><br />this morning i was sandwiched between the Roo and the Eddie. it was kinda sweet. the funny thing is Eddie has to lay his arm on my hip, because if it gets into Roo territory, Roo lets him know. <br /><br /><br />my funny family.christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1151264260929037262006-06-25T12:36:00.000-07:002006-06-25T12:37:40.936-07:00cryptichi guys. i gots lots of stuff going on in my little corner of the world. some of you know. others of you are now wondering. <br /><br /><br /><br />just know its all for the betterment of the planet. <br /><br /><br />and that's ALL i'm saying.christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1150846062978461922006-06-20T16:15:00.000-07:002006-06-21T07:12:16.823-07:00aging gracefully?if she weren't such a dirty dirty whore... this is what Tara Reid would look like in 40 years.<br /><br /><br />PRESENT:<br /><a href="http://vietnamnet.vn/dataimages/original/images739650_Tara-Reid.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://vietnamnet.vn/dataimages/original/images739650_Tara-Reid.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />FUTURE: <a href="http://images.foodnetwork.com/webfood/images/home/promoimages/cookwithpaula_320x218.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.foodnetwork.com/webfood/images/home/promoimages/cookwithpaula_320x218.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(we LOVE Paula Deen, though. and SO not a dirty dirty whore... unless you count FOOD PORN)<br /><br /><br /><br />creepy, huh?christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1150297487297549692006-06-14T08:03:00.000-07:002006-06-14T08:05:13.793-07:00i heart jack black too!who else is real excited about the idiocy that is....<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVMeBZLLvdg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed>christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1149630025424093152006-06-06T13:45:00.000-07:002006-06-06T14:40:25.536-07:00h-a-w-tok. you all know that i would rather be hot, than cold. and even spending 2 weeks in phoenix, last summer... it took it being 117 degrees before i called UNCLE.<br /><br /><br />but around here...it's gettin kinda warm. (or wurm as my mimi and i call it)<br /><br /><br />ima need someone to install a balcony and galvanized steel bucket filled with ice and beers at myveryownpersonal house.<br /><br /><br /><br />i have the weekend off, so any time after noon would be super, thanks.christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1149284872995579332006-06-02T14:32:00.001-07:002006-06-02T14:52:26.406-07:00inkblotsNine-Pointed It is the Triple Triad - Completion; fulfillment; attainment; beginning and the end; the whole number; a celestial and angelic number - the Earthly Paradise.<br /><br />Nine is symbolized by the two triangles which are a symbol of male, fire, mountain and female, water, cave principles.<br /><br />more <a href="http://3gallonsofcoffee.blogspot.com/2005/05/heiroglyphics.html">here</a><br /><br /><br /><br />The lotus flower or 'Lien Hua' in Chinese, is regarded as a spiritual flower, with elegant beauty, a mystery that inspires a person taking root in muddy, murky water, the darkest of places, where he or she rises above to bloom beautiful, powerful on the surface.<br />The lotus inspires the person, that whenever faced with trouble, no matter how dark the waters may get, he or she will rise above and let the beautiful flower in them bloom as long as they have a pure and sincere heart.<br /><br />more <a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?The-Meaning-and-Symbolism-Behind-the-Lotus-Flower-Tattoo&id=95396">here</a><br /><br /><br /><br />and WHY am i telling you all of this?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />this is how i spent part of my day...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b264/coffeegoddess/tat5.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b264/coffeegoddess/tat5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(inside left ankle... and could this angle make my calf look BIGGER?)</span>christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1149254742558261352006-06-02T06:24:00.000-07:002006-06-02T06:25:42.570-07:00HMMM...<table style="color: black;" align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#99DDFF" align=center><font style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><strong>American Cities That Best Fit You::</strong></font></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#ADDAFF">65% Honolulu</td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#C2D6FF">60% San Diego</td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#D6D3FF">55% Atlanta</td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#EBCFFF">55% Los Angeles</td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#FFCCFF">55% Portland</td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichamericancitiesbestfityouquiz/">Which American Cities Best Fit You?</a></div>christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1148771249764323252006-05-27T16:06:00.000-07:002006-05-27T16:07:29.773-07:00customer appreciationthe best thing heard at work, from a customer, today:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;">"she couldn't pour piss out of a boot, if there were instructions on the heel"</span></em>christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1148590939737614652006-05-25T13:40:00.000-07:002006-05-25T14:04:02.296-07:00SOUL PATROL!!!<div align="center"><a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/AIPOD/AI-412-050306_11_14~American-Idol-Taylor-Hicks-Posters.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/AIPOD/AI-412-050306_11_14~American-Idol-Taylor-Hicks-Posters.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">GUESS WHO ELSE, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">BESIDES DAVID HASSELHOFF</span>, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">WAS SOBBING TEARS OF JOY </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">LAST NIGHT????</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">YEAH, IT WAS </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>THIS GIRL!</strong></span></div>christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1148231217583152512006-05-21T09:56:00.001-07:002006-05-21T10:06:57.590-07:00more disturbing than...i was going to say japanese p0rn, but i don't need all of THOSE hits/visitors to my site!<br /><br /><br />but THIS: <a href="http://lifegem.com/">LifeGem</a><br /><br />FREAKS ME THE FUCK OUT!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />click on the link first.<br />if you can't access it, i will explain it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"The LifeGem® is a certified, high-quality diamond created from thecarbon of your loved one...<br />as a memorial to their unique life.<br />as a symbol of your personal and precious bond.<br />Whether you've lost a loved one or simply want to celebrate your love, the LifeGem diamond provides a way to embrace your loved one’s memory day by day. The LifeGem® is the most unique and timeless tribute available for creating a testimony to their unique life. Your LifeGem memorial will offer comfort and support when and where you need it, and provide a lasting memory that endures just as a diamond does. Forever."</em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">no for real. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">can you imagine? </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">"hey nancy, nice earrings. are they new?"</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">"why yes, they are my mom."</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">"they were your mom's?"</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">"no, they ARE my mom."</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">yeah. nuh-uh. and just imagine if you LOST the jewelry. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">like leaving it by the bathroom sink in a hotel. </div><div align="left">or when presenting the ring, in a dessert, it gets eaten... </div><div align="left">or falls off in the ocean.</div><div align="left">or gets stolen. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">i think we need to create a whole new Level of Wrongness for this one.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><em>"Like the memory of a loved one, a diamond lasts forever."</em></div>christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1147636651446695792006-05-14T12:46:00.000-07:002006-05-14T12:57:31.486-07:00please forgive me for my geekitudebut i am SO going to <a href="http://www.e3insider.com/">E3</a> next year.<br /><br /><br />it's like Gamer's Mecca.<br /><br />GeekCon.<br /><br />Pasty DungeonMasters Expo.<br /><br /><br /><br />it's like a Trekkie Convention, but without the Trekkies and with the COOL stuff like VIDEO GAMES!!!!! and computer dorks. and <a href="http://www.e3insider.com/_media/?type=image&format=fullSize&source=E32006_0096.jpg">Draenii</a><br /><br /><br />it's a Nintendo, Playstation, X-Box, GameCube, Wii, PC <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">ORGY!</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br />oh yeah. i'm goin.christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1147382635420155182006-05-11T14:19:00.001-07:002006-05-11T14:23:55.423-07:00rising from the asheslet's just say i have some crap going on.<br /><br />ok, by "crap" i mean "SHIT"<br /><br /><br />big. stinky. shit.<br /><br /><br /><br />but let's also say that i know <strong><em>who</em></strong> i am<br />and how <strong><em>strong </em></strong>i am...<br /><br />and i can come through this like a phoenix.christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1147226421608384712006-05-09T18:53:00.000-07:002006-05-09T19:05:23.233-07:00idolize<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />in case i haven't said it lately, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">i </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lektrogirl.com/heart/ani-heart2.gif" border="0" /></span> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />taylor hicks</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gambling911.com/Taylor_Hicks.jpg" border="0" /></span>christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1146950822076836832006-05-06T14:23:00.000-07:002006-05-06T14:27:02.086-07:00quote for the day<span style="font-size:130%;">"there was a drink parade. and I was Grand Marshal!"</span><br /><br /><br />-from <em>In Her Shoes</em> by Jennifer Weinerchristelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994539.post-1146685509525247862006-05-03T12:44:00.000-07:002006-05-03T12:45:09.526-07:00quote for the day<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;">"I was going to change my shirt, but I changed my mind instead." - Winnie the Pooh</span>christelpistolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595048638566486166noreply@blogger.com0