And just in time in the right place steadily emerging with grace.

My friends are funny.

2009-10-15T14:56:00.000-07:00

"In other news, garth brooks is thinking about coming out of retirement.
I wonder which name he will choose this time." - Jess

My loves

2009-09-26T16:34:00.000-07:00

Mycology

2009-09-24T13:45:00.000-07:00

The genus Phallus, commonly known as stinkhorns, are a group of basidiomycetes which produce a foul-scented, phallus-shaped mushroom, from whence their name is derived. They belong to the family Phallaceae in the order Phallales. The best known species (and type species) is the common stinkhorn (Phallus impudicus). (Wikipedia)

The world is too much with us

2009-09-10T21:40:00.000-07:00

I was reading for my British literature class and I came across this sonnet by Willam Wordsworth:

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for every thing, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. -Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

He is basically saying he'd rather be a pagan than be a fake, materialistic person who is divorced from God, nature, and true feeling.

I love it.

I love Cspan.

2009-07-16T22:53:00.000-07:00

What is the best way to utilize sixty seconds to get your point across to the House of Representatives?

PROPS!

My country personality

2009-07-02T16:48:00.000-07:00

My professor wrote the results of our research papers on the board: one A, two Bs, and six Ds. Vivian asked me what I got. I told her I got an A (Which I actually did, people). The girl sitting next to her said, "I KNEW IT!"

Since then, she keeps asking me to proofread her papers before she turns them in. I glady do it, but I keep trying to tell her that I've peaked and I'm not that great at writing papers. Michael insists that I am "being modest."

I was telling Alex about this craziness yesterday and she said, "Well, Lindsey, being an overachiever is your country personality."

2009-04-08T12:20:00.000-07:00

Introduction to Me

2009-01-27T09:14:00.000-08:00

On a cold morning in October my parents were blessed with the most beautiful baby girl the world has ever seen. I was born on October 25, 1984 at 11:51AM at Medical City in Dallas, Texas. My mother went in to the hospital early because she couldn’t feel me move and was afraid that something had happened to me. Apparently I was just taking a nap, and at 9AM she called my dad to let him know that I was on my way. 48 hours later, my parents brought me home. My grandmother wanted me to be named Kelly but my parents told her that was ridiculous and named me Lindsey instead. My first room was decorated with clowns which explains my deep psychological fear of them. Everyone in the family was so excited that they now had a baby girl to play dress up with and to buy Barbies for. My first Halloween I was dressed as a pumpkin “because of my big fat chubby cheeks.” (My mother) As I began to develop my personality, they opted for the devil on my second Halloween.

I have two siblings, an older brother and a younger sister. My mother had a son from her previous marriage. My brother, Chad, is 12 years older than I am. More than a brother, he has always been more of a father figure to me. He took care of me as a baby when my parents worked, and we spent plenty of time together. When I was four years old, one of our favorite activities was listening to the tape of Les Miserable and acting it out with Barbies. The day I started kindergarten was also the year that my brother graduated from high school. When I turned 5, my brother left for college and it was very traumatic for me. In 1995, Chad married Cathy my sister-in-law. I was so fortunate to have a best friend and a new sister. I have two nephews, Cameron who is 7 and Cooper who is 2. I am their favorite aunt, but don’t tell my sister I said that.

In 1986, my parents finally decided to make me a play mate, Ashley, who became my little baby doll. As she grew up, my parents began to notice that she wasn’t speaking. They took her to many doctors who said she was mentally challenged. They decided to get a second opinion and it was discovered that she was hearing impaired. My parents took her to a speech pathologist and bought her a pair of hearing aids. The first day she wore them as a two year old, she took them off and hid them behind the toilet. She loves to tell her friends that she was retarded as a child. She used to be a tomboy, but sometime during high school she became a prissy girl. She graduated from Texas Tech with a major in Human Development and Family Studies with a minor in American Sign Language.

I attended Canyon Creek Christian Academy in Richardson, Texas. I stayed at the same school from kindergarten to high school. In my kindergarten graduation program I was typecast as Lucy from The Peanuts. Everyone said it was fitting and my performance was superb. My mother worked at my school so I could very well get away with anything. I was a cheerleader from junior high until my junior year when I decided that it was boring and joined the golf team. I spent my junior and senior year playing golf every single day. We won state both years. One tournament I hit a golf ball that sliced and landed in a pond. I got so angry I accidentally slammed my three wood on a rock and sent sparks flying. It was an accident, I meant to slam in into the ground, not to make fire.

My freshman year of college I attended Stephen F. Austin State University in Nacogdoches, Texas. I spent one year there and loved every minute of it, but decided to further my education at Texas A&M University at Corpus Christi. I stayed there for one year, but the economy was so terrible I decided I didn’t want to be poor anymore and moved back to Dallas. I worked at an insurance broker’s office that sold medical insurance for 3 years.

While living in Dallas, I moved into “the commune.” Jess, my best friend from kindergarten, and I decided to move into a quadplex with a few of our friends. We shared joint custody of an evil cat we found in our stairwell. He howled for 3 days while hiding under that couch. We happened to be suckers for evil males, so we kept him and named him Lucifer Prince of Darkness. He actually lives with me now. I woke up last week to have him sitting over me with his face 5 inches from mine just staring. I couldn’t figure out if he just enjoys watching me sleep or if he’s actually plotting ways to kill me.

We had community meals most nights and spent most evenings drinking wine/beer/whatever on the porch while discussing various things but mostly politics. My favorite politician is Vice President Joe Biden. I’ve loved him since he stated that he was going to run for president several years ago. My friend Luke (also a commune member) declared the day Obama chose Biden to be his VP as “Biden day.” While commune living was great, I got restless and tired of the mundane every day life. I decided to go back to school and finish my education. The rest is history. Well maybe not history, the future would be more appropriate.

While reading the Dallas Morning News SportsDay page about the Mavs game the night before:

2009-01-09T08:55:00.000-08:00

Ash: "'You have to erase your floppy disk and become a shooter or a scorer,' Kidd said."
Me: Wait... a floppy disk? Maybe someone should tell him to say flash drive next time.
Ash: He's old.

Also, David Moore's article, "A once- and perhaps future - All-Star" was a bit harsh on Josh Howard.

Ash says hi to "my people". And also, "welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, to linz's blog."

"My people" = Jess. Hi Jess.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS!

2008-12-17T23:36:00.000-08:00

This was actually thanksgiving. Nevertheless, tis the holiday season for eating copious amounts of ice cream!

and also for me being awkward!

but more importantly for sis graduating!

I am a SciFi aficionado.

2008-09-24T19:19:00.000-07:00

I have quite the obsession with Ghosthunters. I love all things ghostly as I stated in the previous post.

Well, I have a new obsession on the SciFi channel.

Destination Truth.

Reasons why I love this show:

A. They travel all over the world looking for mythical creatures also known as cryptids. Basically they travel to parts of the world where people claim to see creatures or spirits.

Examples of cryptids:
Chupacabra
Big foot
Werewolf

B. They do a lot of ghost hunting. In fact, they use some of the same gear as Ghosthunters. Stuff like thermals. Hand held video recorders. Etc.

C. They occasionally do some diving. I lurve diving.

D. The crew is so entertaining. Josh Gates. So stinking funny. Even if you don't care at all about mythical creatures or travel or interesting things, just watch one episode. Josh will have you cracking up.

E. They cuss. Especially when they are freaked out. I find it hilariously funny.

So just watch an episode. It comes on after Ghosthunters on Wednesdays.

Instead of Environmental Biology, I think I'll change my major to cryptozoology. Seriously, I'd be an excellent asset in the field of discovering mythical creatures.

P.S. College is going well. Remind me to tell you about the pop-tart story.

Epiphanies from a sleepless night.

2008-05-22T08:24:00.000-07:00

I couldn't sleep at all last night. Partially because of the fear that Lu was going to pounce my face at any moment, and partially in thought about the "big move." I am slightly terrified, but it's good for me. Adds character. I am going to miss you guys a ton. This is pretty anti-climatic because you know I'll probably be home more often than you might think. Regardless, I love you people.

I just want you to be as happy as humanly possible.

I am single. It is weird. It is new. I am fairly stable regardless of all the chaos that keeps getting thrown at me. Fairly is as good as it gets.

I made a list of qualifications for the next ill-fated male that stumbles into my life. I've never ever made a list of qualifications for a significant other. I've always just gone with the chemistry thing. I've decided to think of chemistry as a special bonus and to focus on the following list of qualifications:

I need someone who loves the environment. This is priority. It is unacceptable to not recycle. EVERYONE should do it. If you don't recycle, you don't respect and love the environment. I can't stand people who are wasteful. As far as I am concerned, it uncovers bad character. Recycle, people.

I need someone who LOVES animals. Not someone who just tolerates them. Adores them. He needs to think that ALL animals are god's gift to the planet. Speaking of planet, he needs to be okay, nay, exuberant with watching the animal planet/discovery channel for hours if I feel like it. I hardly ever watch TV so this shouldn't be a problem. I do not want the TV on 24-7 regardless of what it is. Not ok with that at all.

I need someone who believes in ghosts and has a high respect for the paranormal.

So that's it. I don't think it is too much to ask for. Especially the ghost portion.

Outlandish, maybe.

Watched Biden on c-span last night..

2007-11-28T08:39:00.000-08:00

After he was finished an old vet came up to talk to him. He was stuttering, and clearly nervous. Old Joe said, "Take your time." and put his arms on his shoulder. I immediately started weeping and went out on to the porch. I prayed to god and jesus to please help Joe be the next President of the United States... and also for chris to get into vet school.

www.joebiden.com

Happy Birthday Joe!

2007-11-20T08:41:00.000-08:00

Joe Biden for President in 2008!

www.joebiden.com

Split Personalites

2007-11-09T07:22:00.001-08:00

Where is my John Wayne?

2007-11-07T09:57:00.000-08:00

I don't like the song "Where have all the cowboys gone". Frankly, I find it offensive and vulgar. Well maybe not vulgar. The woman sounds like a sissy (no offense ash). "I will raise the children if you pay all the bills" Really? Really?? I don't think it's a good deal at all. Jess and I went to Ikea yesterday, and on the way we stopped by Chick-fil-a for some dinner. It happened to be kids night, and we were the only ones there without a child of some sort. On average, I'd have to say there were 5 kids to every one parent which is not great coverage if you ask me. Kids were screaming and running EVERYWHERE. I brought our food to the table, narrowly escaping a wild pack of little boys. We did see one cute sort of behaved child there, and it gave me hope. We almost didn't get a refill of sweet tea. Was it worth it? I'd go with a yes. Jess goes, remind me never to have children ever. Then we came up with this genius idea, to adopt a kid that's like 17 and then boot them out when they turn 18. I could so do a year.

Jess is hilarious. We have been a great duo for a good 18 years or so. No one makes me laugh as much as she does.

Only one office coaster...

2007-10-23T12:56:00.000-07:00

...and entirely too many liquids.

Phobia # 17,657

2007-10-03T09:40:00.001-07:00

Canned goods

My fear of canned goods stems a cup of soup that tasted like EXACTLY like pennies in high school. I realize that the soup came in a paper cup, but the taste of metal was distinct and disgusting beyond belief. Since that fateful day, I have had a hard time with canned goods. I still can't stand the smell of metal, but I have worked myself up to eating out of them with a certain process. I do NOT eat anything that was touching the sides and or bottom. (Ok, so I realize that it all rolled around in there, and probably at some point all of the contents came in contact with the can. However, I choose to forget this all together. So there.) I will very carefully scoop out the core making sure I do not touch the sides with my untensil. My fear is that I will accidentally somehow scoop up bits of metal from the can and be able to taste it. I don't think I have a fear of choking on a can, but it's just a fear of possibly tasting the metal of the can in my mouth. When I think about canned goods, my teeth actually start to hurt. I am convienced that the problem is with the old, bad cans emitting a metallic taste into their food. I usually check the expiration date to make sure the can isn't too old to prevent this issue.

Your welcome for the brief glance into the innermost being of my soul.

This is Jess's version of me if I were a simpson..

2007-09-25T11:22:00.002-07:00

There are no words.

Today is my sister's birthday.

2007-07-20T23:28:00.000-07:00

Ashley is in Cali and I can not spend this day with her. I do not like her so far away from me. I think Lubbock is far enough. She is now 21. I can no longer pretend she is my baby sister that I have to take care of. I can no longer pretend that she can't possibly function without me. I so love being needed, but this summer without her has brought me to the realization that she is fine without me and I am ok with that. I've always known that she would be fine on her own, but now it is official. This does not mean that I won't want to protect her and worry about her. I am the big sis, that's just what I will always do! I just know that she is an strong, independent woman who can function fully by herself. She can go off to a state where she knows no one and make a TON of friends. She can find herself TWO jobs. She can ride the bus alone. She can walk around the streets of L.A. alone. Growing up is hard to do, and letting go of someone you love and want to smother with protection is even harder. I now know what my poor mother has gone through with all of us. She had to let go and let us live on our own. Oh dear.

Happy birthday Ash, you'll always be my baby sisr!

One of these days I will actually post a paragraph

2007-07-19T14:28:00.000-07:00

But until then, I will read all of your blogs.

My favorite father figure of the week goes to MOL Jr.

RANT

2007-06-11T10:47:00.002-07:00

I am tired of rude people who are self-centered and don't even think that maybe that waitress is doing the best she can, and maybe she might not be having a good day and maybe one smile or nice customer could really make her feel better. Her job is to serve you, but she's not your servant. She's got other customers, you are not the only one. Open your eyes and see the people around you, notice someone other than yourself. Contrary to your belief, you are NOT the center of the universe.

My poor babies

2007-06-07T11:34:00.001-07:00

Bunnie stepped on something sharp and has a cast oh her foot. She's ok, but needs drugs for a couple weeks.

Baby Samson got sick, and he died today.

Baby Samson Update

2007-05-31T11:44:00.000-07:00

Look at his stinkin' cute horns y'all! He's growing up to be such a little stud.

YUMMMMMMM

2007-05-09T11:54:00.000-07:00

HOLY CRAP!

Koolaid pickles? Count me in! I am going straight home after work to start my own batch.