Facebook is for Alcoholics

I read today that a 2009 study of college students found that those who scored highest on a screening test for Internet addiction (aka Facebook) also scored higher on an alcohol dependence test.

Amazing. I'll take it.

Anybody can be cool...

Great read from a fav author, Lorraine Peterson... who is also responsible for the gem, If God Loves Me, Why Can't I Get My Locker Open?

A TASTE:

Day 3

Dishonesty in the Limelight

Donna was on the youth planning team at her church. When Dave interrupted her idea with, "Only a dumb blonde could think that's a good idea," it was like a knife going through her. Later, when he asked if he had offended her, she said everything was okay. It was a lie, but she didn't know how to say, "Yes, your remark hurt me."

Months later, when Dave was giving orders to everyone, she came out with a snippy "Heil Hitler!"

Most of us suffer the consequences of dishonesty in some area of life. Lying to avoid hurting someone's feelings or to keep the peace is still breaking one of God's Ten Commandments. Saying, "No, nothing's bothering me," instead of "I really can't talk about it now," is just another lie.

Some people are so defensive they have an automatic reflex that blames the weather, the person in authority, the dog, or the traffic when anything might be their fault. Others live a lie either by exaggerating to get attention or telling some stories to make themselves look good.

Morning Commute

Loves

Eloise Corr Danch via {frolic!}

Chemistry Lab

The choice is up to you.

Weekend Shots

cherry blossoms




kite festival


ducky.

Date Nite

Last Night's Moon

I had a date last night that was all too reminiscent of an episode of 30 Rock where Liz goes out with that British guy Welsley. Liz tells him he uses the word 'situation' too much and he informs her of the phenomenon that is American women's back fat.

Well, in my version he told me that he hated how I used the word 'passionate' and I told him he was a cynical asshole.

Dating sucks cuz most people suck.

Hair Talk

This morning I went to see Lawrence my HAIR STYLIST and behind us was a very wonderful, very fat Latino gay male cutting this other woman's hair. She was looking out the window into the garden area and asked, "Is that a snail? On the window?" And, her stylist replied, "No. It's a bullet hole."

Silence.

Brilliant (because it certainly wasn't the latter).

Scuba Diving

A WORD

My Chemistry book states:

"The effects of nitrogen narcosis resemble those associated with alcohol intoxication. Divers suffering from this have been known to do strange things, such as dancing on the seafloor and chasing sharks."

But, really, I can't think of anything better to do down there.

OMG BEAR I LOVE THE FRIDAY JEWELS!!!!1111

Kitty Earrings

SOOOOOOOOOO TODAY IS A BIG BIG BIG DAY! I'm debuting my new KITTY EARRINGS AT WORK!



They are totes cute and I love them. So far I have received ONE compliment. MORE ARE COMING I JUST KNOW IT.
Additionally, I guess I should just mention what I wear EVERY FRIDAY to celebrate the end of the week. I wear my DINOSAUR RING.



The Dino Ring can only be worn Friday and keeps me company all the day long.

meowmeow

The Artist, Paris

-the satorialist

Belly Button

Bear,

Yesterday afternoon I was on the phone with another bff, Meredith. She lives in Phoenix and just had a baby in October. As we were talking I heard this very tiny voice singing and asked her what was going on. She said it was one of Grey's toys. A tiny lamb that sings:

belly button

belly button

when you touch it

great things happen

it's my tiny tickle dot

ha ha ha

THAT'S THE SPOT

OMFG. If only I could find a recording of it.

xoxo

Smart Bird that I Love.

response

MY dolls are fine.

How are my dolls?

Ebay photo. Perfection.

My photo. Before Bear bought them from me on ebay.

My Google Searches

Some of my recent Google searches:

I don't understand oxidation-reduction reaction

Tina Fey

Polyatomic Ion flashcards

How does the scanning electron microscope even work?

I don't understand Dalton's law of multiple proportions

Define truncated

Springy Sprungy

orchids

These aren't even words

Document current and future state clinical workflow
Discuss and define clinical content for systems design
Develop interface requirements and specifications
Test all aspects of vendor application and validate functionality
Work with Biomedical Engineering team to integrate medical devices for flowsheet content.
Train Users on application functionality and develop documentation as needed.
Provide on-site (MGH) support during and post go-live

Chicken Pot Pie for ONE

Please note the (homemade, duh) biscuit topping.

Sunday evening (in photos)

Dino Ballet

Newness

Bear,

I made some changes to our blog. I hope you like them. Now, I am an author with administrative privileges. Now, when we post it actually says our individual code name at the bottom. GOSH WE ARE SO COOL. So, as you know, I am single again and while that has sucked I'm really liking this freedom to just make up a new routine whenever I feel like it. This afternoon, I woke up and made pound cake. Then, I started making boeuf bourguignon. BOEUF. And, since I am on Spring Break and it is so gorgeous outside I thought about going to the beach but then decided against it. I need to study anyway. Besides, THE BOEUF IS SIMMERING. And, it needs to simmer for hours. Also, since I have so much free time these days I can dedicate a lot more of it to 30 Rock. I cry because I love it so much. And, then, it's characters like Avery Jessup that make me think why the hell did I ever stop practicing that attitude? In a previous episode when Jack is out on a date with Avery and takes a fake important call Avery says, "Jack look at this body in this dress. Do you think I need to deal with amateurs?" OH MY GOD RIGHT????????????

Today we eat.

You'll never make it

Bearclaw,

Yesterday I accidentally shattered a child's dream of making the cheerleading team. I was at work at the time. She came in with her tryout number still pinned to her t-shirt and a ribbon in her hair so I asked her if she had just had cheerleading try-outs. She said yeah for the eighth grade team and I said, "Oh! I tried out for cheerleading in 8th grade too! What tumbling routine did you do?" She said, "Round off." That's basically a cartwheel. Nothing more. And, I replied, "Oh yeah that's what I did." And she goes, "Did you make it?" UH-OH NO I DID NOT DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I was trapped. I had to say no. And, then she just walked away half laughing half crying to her friend. Oops. Another child's dreams destroyed at the paint-your-own pottery studio.

love,
Eclair

Brownie Break!

Funny story:

So today, I head to the break room to warm up my lunch in the ol' microwave. I'm alone in the room, so I take a moment to relieve a little internal pressure and possible pass some gas. I tooted. A SBD. I could smell it.

Not seconds later, a middle-aged co-worker woman arrives on scene. She walks through my SBD cloud, and audibly sniffs the air. *sniff sniff* I wait for the comment.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!! ARE YOU COOKING BROWNIES??!!?!??!?!?!!1111"

OH-HO! Afraid not (or yes yes I am)! But boy, would brownies really hit the spot! I MEAN AMIRITE.

love,
Bearclaw

Why Bearclaw is my soul mate

Bearclaw and I don't live in the same city. In fact, we live very far away from one another. This makes us sad. Everyday we talk about how we will one day be in the same city again only THIS TIME it won't be Waco, Texas. It'll be something far greater like Portland, San Francisco, or a commune in the middle of nowhere Wyoming. ALL WE GOTTA DO IS KICK THESE JOBS AND ADULT RESPONSIBILITIES AND JUST DRIVE MAN. We are both very good at staying connected and it's surprising that we haven't lost touch over the years. What good friends we are. We talk everyday on gchat and the following conversation should explain why I have a painting of her in my apartment that I momentarily turned into a memorial for the photo.

BEARCLAW: OH WAIT

LAST NIGHT

me: yes hun

BEARCLAW: {boyfriend} and i were fantasizing about you being in our lives

me: omg

1:30 PM i adore you both

BEARCLAW: and he was going on and on about how he was going to order you around in the hospital

when you're a nurse

me: aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

BEARCLAW: and order you on POOP ROUNDS

me: asdf;lkjaj;kal;jafl;

BEARCLAW: WHICH IS MADE UP

BUT

YES

POOP ROUNDS

and he would call your name on the hosptial pa system

ECLAIR

IT'S TIME FOR POOP ROUNDS

1:31 PM me: i'll go around to each patient and sit on the edge of their hospital bed, touch them gently on the shoulder, and kindly ask them how their poops are

BEARCLAW: haha

me: omg

this sounds perfect

1:32 PM BEARCLAW: good morning, mrs. clementine

how have your BMs been coming along?

you're really starting to get some color back

me: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVEN'T BEEN POOPING?

BEARCLAW: oh god

call the dr.

DR. NEILANSPOOP EMERGENCYSTAT

Introducing: ECLAIR

Well, there they are in all their glory. Little powdered gems.



WHAT WE HOPE TO CONVEY through this blogging medium is I have no idea. We mainly just want to keep in touch with each other.


My writing partner's name is Eclair. That is what she will be known as here. FOR SAFETY.


Eclair and I went to college together. Our friendship has stood the test of time and DISTANCE as we moved through different jobs, homes, and other things. Basics about her:


-studying to become a nurse

-enjoys the finer things in life

-plays piano

-eats goat cheese out of the package

-poops her pants most days


I feel especially awkward about this whole blogging endeavour. I feel like I have to make all of this funny? AND THEN IT'S OBVIOUS WHEN I TRY TOO HARD? All I want to do is post pictures. I'll get better.

love,

bearclaw