Wax On, Wax Off

The following occurred on the afternoon of August 29, 2009. The victim whom we shall from now on refer to as "Dione" purchased a Sally Hansen wax kit on the previous Friday, intending to use it for the waxing of the underarm area. We shall now also refer to the waxer as Olga.

Olga - "Put your arm that way, and you need to move your boob."
Dione - "Ah, ah it's gonna hurt!"
Olga - "Put your arm down, here hold your stuffed -animal redacted-"
Dione - "Ugh, ah, ah, AH! Does it look any different? It doesn't does it?!? It just hurt!"
Olga - "Let's try again. One, two..."
Dione - "Ugh, oh ow, UH!"

Eventually Olga and Dione decided it would be wiser for the victim just to shave her pitts and leave her sensistive underarms alone. Olga though, did decide to wax her big toe, "Just to see what it was like."

Olga - "AHHHHahhhAHHH, Oh my God! Oh, now it's sticky. Bad word, bad word, oh my toe, I'm so sorry. Some came off. Dear God! We should do these to the Iraquis. You're not giving me information. WHAM! AHHH! I will shave for the rest of my life. It's still on there! Oh you gay little strip. I'm done. Amber come here."

Excuse me while I flee for my life.

Seniorness

I know we tend to lean to the fun, humorous stories, but as sit here in my bed still wide awake from the three cups of coffee I drank earlier I can't help but think about what Mrs.Folwer said tonight. We are a special class. Thinking back over the last two years of my life I have met some of the dearest people and made some of the best friends I will ever know. The memories have been priceless. standing there tonight looking at Summer with tears in her eyes melted my heart.I Looked around and I thought this will be the only time we all do this together as some will graduate this year and some next. I love Judson, the memories i have made here, the people, and its beloved traditions. Heck I even love pageant now that it is over. LOL. When i was a freshman i didn't understand traditions but i participated because i was continually told that one day i would. well that one day has come in several instances. The first time we sang lean on me on that auditorium stage i knew there was something special to all this. the next was when i stood on that same stage in front of all our classmates and families and took a bow, it was then that i realize we were all a part off something bigger than we could of ever imagined and we had survived. Standing on that stage we shared a closeness that i can not even begin to describe. The most recent appreciation for traditions came tonight. I can not describe the feeling i got as i walked across the seal in my cap and gown, but i can this i hope you all felt the same bitter sweet accomplished feeling i got. i expect more of these feeling and moments will come this year with our seniorhood and i can't wait to share them with you. I guess the point of this rambling post is to say thank you Judson sisters. Thank you for loving Judson the way Judson deserves to be love. thank for all the good times and the bad, for they have truly changed me. There is a song in the musical Wicked that says it best.

I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you..

So thank you for allowing me to know you and share our time and memories together. I have a love, adoration, and admiration for you all and wish you the best in our year to come. I'm sure it will bring many more shared memories into our hearts that we will forever cherish and fondly remember in years to come.

Goodnight sweet dreams



P.S. forgive the errors......it's late

The Woes of Short Term

Hello all,

So short term blows!!!!!!! I was totally excited ab it until, well ok, I wasn't excited ab it but w/e. We have 17 days of short term and guess what? I have to write two 7 page papers and a 2 page response every night.

Oh I finally broke some rules which was what was lacking this oh so wonderful spring semester. I smuggled a cat in the room for two days, but I was stupid to buy that stinky tuna cat food from the convenient store. My room smells like tuna and for the future so will I.

So, this post serves two purposes...to tell you how much short term blows and the reason I will be smelling like tuna until I can wash ALL of my clothes.

I hope you all are having a great summer!

The Camping Chronicles

These are from over a year ago, but I felt they still held some relevence when I found them earlier today. So I'm sharing them for you all.

Dearest Mother,
If I don't write again, something from the lake or maybe from the woods ate me. Either that or Lindsay dumped my body in the lake. You should look there first.

Just kidding.

You know that Camp Grenada song? I think it really fits this experience. It's raining, I have no decent phone service, and we need firewood, or something to burn. But then again, it's raining, so we can't really burn anything anyways.

We've already managed to have a bag of Doritos spilt in the tent and lost several brave weenies to our pathetic attempt at a fire.

Pray that Summer eats no cheese and we aren't gassed out. Here ends day one.


Morning of Day Two - Satan has a plastic minion, and it's name is "TARP." Another camper loaned us a tarp to cover our tent for further rainproofing, but inexperienced tarp tyer-uppers and lots of wind don't blend well. I spent half the night listending to the tarp flap in the wind, ready for takeoff.

Let me tell you, getting up at 1 in the morning to tie down a flying tarp in mud and rain is lots of fun.

-pause for dramatic and sarcastic effect-

Waking up and think the monsoon of the previous night has washed you out into the lake is also fun. (Seriously, the sound, the calm, it was all very convincing. I pictured the scene from LaLohan's version of "The Parant Trap" where the evil replacement woman is floating in the middle of the lake on an inflatible mattress at this point.)

We managed to start a fire and cook breakfast.

On to HICKING! (Except I think I meant HIKING. I blame TARP and it's evil sleep-sucking powers).

Don't freak out or anything, but Lindsay fell down the cliff and broke her ankle.

I kid.

But Summer did fall on her rear and is getting a nasty bruise.

And that's where it ends.

The Great Beach Trip

Sometime early in the week during the great rainstorm of March, my twin (who had been studying with Audrey) randomly calls me and says “We’re gonna spend the night on the beach this weekend”! Of course I tell her that is a terrible idea because I am not the kind of person who enjoys sleeping outside in 50 degree weather and I had already spent three recent and cold days in the great outdoors. They convince me with their brilliant plan: we will go to Jr/Soph and dance the night away until 10 o’clock, then Audrey, Joey, Han, Autumn and me will drive Audrey’s mom’s car down to Gulf Shores, we will stay up all night and watch the sunrise, eat at waffle house and return to Judson to finish homework. What an awesome plan! We will drive 5 hours to and from the beach and stay there maybe 3 or 4 hours. We leave and our first bright idea is to take the long, scenic route to the beach because “we’ve never gone that way before” and a 3 hour trip became a five hour trip.
Audrey—gets about an hour of sleep because she was keeping Joey awake, and then drove the rest of the way while the rest of us sleep
Autumn—vehemently insists that she is NOT sleeping just because she lying on her pillow with her eyes closed. And then she sleeps for 4 and ½ hours, and giggles uncontrollably at the most un-funny and random things during the ½ hour she was awake
Joey—drives for about an hour and 1/2 , and makes us laugh [a lot] when he isn’t sleeping
Hannah—also sleeps for about four and ½ hours, and doesn’t understand any of the jokes the rest of us think are hilarious. Quote: “I didn’t know blind people could drive” (ask her about it)
I—sleep for about two hours and didn’t do anything very exciting
On the way back: we get a flat tire only a few minutes after leaving, discover the spare tire is actually a donut, and the tire that blew was completely worn on the inside and all the other tires might be just as worn out. Did you know that wal-mart does not carry 18 inch tires and no tire store in the world is open on Sunday mornings?? We didn’t but were quickly educated. Thanks to Audrey’s prayers the donut miraculously lasted all the way to Judson, but the 3 hr. trip once again turned into five hrs. because we didn’t go above 50 MPH the whole way back. We also saw an entire herd of cows (that had gotten loose from the fence) cross the road, Hannah was terrorized by a perverted demon-possessed bug, we drove (on a donut) through the most isolated parts of Alabama and Audrey’s parents do not know when or where her car got a flat. All in all it is one of the best weekends I’ve ever had.

No more floods in Kirtley!

So how does a whole town run out of water?

As sent in a group email from Mrs. Fowler:

Jodi and Sarah called to tell me that the water is out in Kirtley. It is out at our house, too, so I called around to find out why. I just spoke with someone from the Water Plant. They were already aware of the problem and said that the water should be back on in about 30 minutes. They believe, however, that the water pressure will be low for the rest of the night.

The reason for this is that they have someone coming to do maintenance first thing in the morning. The pipes have to be empty, so they decreased the amount running through the system. They didn't think the water would run out until late into the night.

I'm so sorry for the inconvenience. Thank you for your patience!

*sigh* Takeshi didn't believe me when I told her, but if the pressure backs up in the toilet and bursts the pipes she'll believe me.....

NOLA TRIP and I just wanted to blog :D

So this weekend was pretty much amazing!!!!! and for all those people that did not attend I will catch you up quickly....


Friday
- we did not leave till late bc of the Whisenhunts
- Travis's family killed a cow so we could eat (kind of weird but they were delicious) (and like I mean they really did kill a cow..they had them in their backyard)
-we met some Marion townies on the way..they wanted us to flash them but we didnt and then they got pulled over haha karma what can you say
-when a house has not been used in a while brown water comes out...for future reference...DO NOT WASH YOUR FACE IN THIS!!!

Saturday
-aquarium=cool
-cafe du monde (or however you spell it) is really good but messy and crowded but you have cool ppl entertaining you so all is well
-I saw the best balloon animal maker I have ever seen...he was amazing
-in New Orleans when you get married you get to be led down the street by a band and wave hankies and drink champagne...Im thinking this is where I'm getting married at :d
-BOURBON STREET....we were almost pushed into a bar...it was rather funny and drunk people are very entertaining..but this was my highlight of that. On a sign was

1000 beautiful women and ugly ones too!!!

Yes I did giggle at this..o sex houses or w/e they are now called crack me up!

-you have to pay to use nasty bathrooms...I do not quite understand this but w/e

Sunday

-we went to church and it was fun :D

-we went to travis's house where we ate more of the cow slaughtered for us hehe!!!!

- we drove back to wonderful Marion

So these were the highlights and the next time we go everyone should join...gah!