Shayla in Chinese...

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The Burroughs are gone now, La-la now the life goes on...

I am now free of any and all house guests, and my somewhat disfunctional life can now go on as abnormally scheduled as normally as possible for the disfunctionality of it all.

Toodles!

Can't Go a Week Without Posting!

What would that do to my loyal fan base? Whatever... So I've been cheatin' a little. I haven't posted here because I have been busy on MySpace.com. I am so sorry. It didn't mean a thing really, it was just a fling. But I don't love MySpace, I love you!

MySpace is cool though, I have some friends from blogger here, the Catoe's and I have a new friend Brodie Croyle! Wes Elrod is one too. He has some really good pics of himself on there. I like that you can see when your friends are signed on. One thing I haven't done is any blog posting over there. I just added in my profile to come here for a read. If that isn't loyalty I don't know what is!

Went to see Failure to Launch Saturday with the Girls. Good movie, reminds me a little too much of How to lose a Guy in 10 Days, but I always pull for the big-nosed girls in film and music. Hey, somebody has too, that could've been me up there.

American Idol has gone my way so far mostly except I thought the big, amazon, basketball playing girl should still be there. Melissa should've never been there. The african-american guy should've stayed in for top five, and Bucky isn't too good. I am for Taylor; I must pull for the home team, as well. He has to sing Sweet Home Alabama, as all Bama contestants that do at least place top two! Hey, Sweet Home Alabama, S.H.A...How about this:

Sweet
Home
Alabama
You
Love
Alabama (don't cha? and if you don't you can answer to me!) I like it!

Y'all just wish y'all's name spelled some Sweet Home Alabama stuff.

I have completely missed The Apprentice this season. I am always studying or arguing with Dicki about studying. I won't get to see it this Monday either because the Burroughses will be here.

I am writing an Essay for Am. Lit. now on Dickinson/Poe and death. When I was in high school, they were my favorites. They are still awesome, don't get me wrong, I'm just not obsessed with death these days. This essay has to be at least five pages, and I am in it deep. Gotta gettan "A." Gotta gettan "A."

Where has the sun gone? I long for the Spring that has supposedly now sprung. I hate cold weather! Cold weather/Dickinson/Poe and death...Hmmm. I need some sunshine and a happy tale! Speaking of Spring, I am not down to my acceptable summertime, swimsuit weight yet, and I have been off the CCE's for two weeks now. In fact I went to Rue 21 over the weekend to try on cute new summer T's with funny sayings, and guess what!!! Their XL's were too small for me! I cannot take this! That is NOT a children's store. Who the heck do those cute new summer T's with the funny sayings fit anyway?!?

The moral of last week was:
If you don't want my Mom's honest opinion don't ask!

Have I posted enough to make y'all forgive me for cheatin' on ya? I mean, I wanna come back. Y'all are the readers for me. Really, it meant nothing...Please?

Hey la - Hey la, My Boyfriend’s Back (well actually my husband is…)

So, I haven’t really had time to post because the hubby has been out of town. Here’s that story…

His family called on Tuesday to say they were sending him a ticket to come visit for the weekend. Emphasis on HIM! No, I didn’t get one. The funny thing is, is that they and their spouses are all inseparable. Really, there is NO WAY any of them would go to Wal-Mart with out their spouses, let alone a trip out of state ten hours away. Also there is NO WAY any of them would send any one else in the family a ticket without sending the spouse one. They just know better, you know? But I am so (you fill in the blank here ____________) because I don’t know what I am that they would just omit me altogether. Now for those of you who do not know my situation too well, perhaps you think they thought I wasn’t good enough for him. Nope, trust me these are not snooty people, nor are they “well-to-do,” and fear that I am after the hubby’s money (what money?) Perhaps you think I have snooted them in some fashion. Nope, not the case… They have come down here without invitation, to stay with us on more occasions than I can count. In fact they are coming at the end of this month. They have never asked could they come. They have never waited for an invite. They have always called and informed us of when they were arriving, leaving, and more or less how we were to entertain them. They have even come when we were still living out of boxes on three different occasions of having just moved. Once they came when we were so broke that we were charging our groceries each week. The night before the departure all we had in the entire house left to eat was a tomato, a bell pepper, and an onion which one of them got up in the middle of the night and stir-fried for a midnight snack. [Speaking of midnight snack, I have a completely unrelated story to follow.] Perhaps you think I am not a gracious hostess given the situation. Not so, as a matter of fact I always drop whatever and roll out the welcome wagon. After all, we do unto others as we would have them, (oh you see where I am coming from right?)

Also Midnight Snackers

So, in the spirit of my self proclaimed theme song (not the one given by tickle tests last week Dancing Queen, but) Ain’t Nothing Gonna Break My Stride, I decide to get out, about and enjoy my rare freedom. Saturday night on the way in I told Mom to stop by Arby’s, (I wanted a cherry turnover.) She yelled at me and said that if I wanted to stop at Arby’s, she was pulling over, and I was going to take over driving. I said, “No, never mind.” She said, “You do not need anything anyway.” I said nothing in reply. She said, “What were you going to get a cherry turnover?” I said “Yes.” She said, “Well…I might like one of those.” All this said to build a little anticipation for the T.O.’s at Arby’s and Mom’s prior hesitation. So we get in line and there is only one car ahead of us. I think that is excellent, although I want my T.O. a.s.a.p. (Who wouldn’t?) Mom looks over at me and says sarcastically, “Well, what do we have here? A couple-a Midnight Snackers?!?” I looked over at her and replied, “Well, what the heck does that make us, 10:14 Snackers?” Of course we both burst out laughing. Maybe you had to be there, I don’t know, but the contempt in her voice at the Midnight Snackers ahead of us at 10:14 PM for making her wait a couple-a more minutes on a T.O. she was hesitant to go get anyway, was quite humorous.

Feel the Beat of the Tam-bou-rine, Yeah!

I like to take these online Tickle tests http://web.tickle.com/tests/song/ when I find the time. Here are the results of the latest:

"Shayla! Your Theme Song is Dancing Queen!"

~Whether it's throwing your own theme party or mixing it up on the karaoke stage, we can see you strutting towards the jukebox in platform, glitter boots and a skintight jumpsuit to the tune of your personal anthem, "Dancing Queen." You aren't just part of the scene, you make it. You anticipate the good stuff in life, and with a theme song like yours, you're sure to get a lot of it. Crown jewel of the 70s, this Abba smash is expected to raise spirits in just about any environment, from dance floor to kitchen floor, and full-blown party. Yours is the comfort food of theme songs—steady and always welcome. Which is how your friends often view you. At your next soiree, it wouldn't surprise us if you danced with everyone for about 30 seconds, started a mambo line, then spun off to dance, jive, and have the time of your life as only a true Dancing Queen can.~

POLLING POLLING POLLING...

All of us Bloggers love giving out or opinions, right? Well, I need all of your opinions for a paper I am doing on the Mozart Effect. I know you all know what this is, but in case you need a refresher, Wikipedia says:

~The Mozart effect can refer to:
1. A disputed set of research results that indicate that listening to certain kinds of complex music may induce a short-lived (fifteen minute) improvement on the performance of certain kinds of mental tasks known as "spatio-temporal reasoning;"
2. Popularized versions of the theory, which suggest that "listening to Mozart makes you smarter", or that early childhood exposure to classical music has a beneficial effect on mental development;
3. A trademark of Don Campbell, Inc. for a set of commercial recordings and related materials, which are claimed to harness the effect for a variety of purposes. Campbell defines the mark as "an inclusive term signifying the transformational powers of music in health, education, and well-being. It represents the general use of music to reduce stress, depression, or anxiety; induce relaxation or sleep; activate the body; and improve memory or awareness. Innovative and experimental uses of music and sound can improve listening disorders, dyslexia, attention deficit disorder, autism, and other mental and physical disorders and injuries."~

Sound off! I know you all love music too...So, no excuses please.

97.5
on the Scarlett Letter Essays! No comments provided, just the 97.5 score. Shouldn't 97.5 round up? And if so, isn't 98 STILL the magic number? Whee!

MidTerm-inal Velocity

Yep. That’s where I’ve been. They’re done, all five midterms, as of today! Three of the five have been graded; and 98’s the magic number. In the three classes I have heard from, I have a 98 average. I feel certain I will be thereabout in one of the other two. I even believe I scored an A on the American Literature midterm. But still no word on those gosh-darn Scarlet Letter essays I submitted on February 20. God help me, I have another one due soon. I’d like to know what my mistakes are; otherwise I am doomed to repeat them. BTW, School Rocks! If only there were more hours in the day, I’d take ten classes!

L8tr, C Y’all, You know where to find me; I’ll be in study hall…

Are You Serious?

I’m not. I’d go so far as to say I am kidding, joking, or clowning 40% of the time. Have I offended you? I’m sorry. Humor is my backbone. I cannot be serious for very long, perhaps not long enough. But humor keeps me from worrying, doubting, judging, misunderstanding, fearing, hating, back-biting, gossiping, crying, and hiding. There are a lot of things in there that displease God. Sometimes the humor creeps out at inopportune times, but don’t those other things creep around at inopportune times as well? What if we laughed every time we came under an attack from the enemy? Wouldn’t that be pleasing to God? Couldn’t that be evidence of things not seen; evidence of trusting that God is Faithful? FAITH is laughing; not worrying, doubting, judging, misunderstanding, fearing, hating, back-biting, gossiping, crying, and hiding. I rejoice in the fact that God, Himself, has a sense of humor. Don’t you?