tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70729016594929982442024-02-21T16:56:00.931-06:00The Wilson BuzzSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.comBlogger322125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-78525750043750428762014-07-23T00:00:00.000-05:002014-07-23T00:00:05.929-05:0007/23/13I'm twenty-five, guys. Of course, the next time I read this I'll be twenty-six. Only about 13 months from beginning to try to have children?! omg, I just got panicky. Nothing compared to what I'll feel in 2014, though! Congratulations, future me!!<br />
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The point of this post is to rant. I'm supposed to be writing positive things to remember how blessed my year was, but whatever - I'm ranting.<br />
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Mr. T and I have done a lot to help out our friends. It's mostly Mr. T - I'm really not that nice of a person. We've had several roommates move in with us over the course of our marriage. We were trying to help all of them branch out on their own and have a nice, reasonably priced place to live in M'boro until they got on their feet and found their own place, while helping us pay our rent/mortgage. All of them took advantage of us. I'm not saying they did it on purpose - I'm just saying it happened. We were too nice, and didn't type up contracts because they were our friends. If money was tight we just said "Oh, pay us when you can!" But you know what? When you have the option of not paying something, you will - intentionally or not - find other things that you "need" to spend your money on. If you have a landlord that is going to throw your butt to the curb, you <i>will</i> find the money to pay rent! Upon moving out and into an apartment with a contract, suddenly you have enough money every month for rent? But you definitely don't have enough money to pay us anything toward what you owe!<br />
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I get it, life is hard. Whatever. We're all adults, okay? I'm not sure if they learned anything, but Mr. T and I sure did.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-31323456629218642922014-07-08T09:22:00.000-05:002014-07-08T09:22:00.018-05:0007/08/13It's been like three months since I did one of these. WHOOPS!<br />
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Life is great, guys. Loving 2013 so far. About to turn 25! We have two dogs now. Still have two cats. No roommates! It's such a good feeling, guys. SUCH. A. GOOD. FEELING.<br />
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Oh! I locked us out of the house last night. Funny story...<br />
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We get home from a trip and need to go to Walmart. I grab my keys from the key bowl and remember I had taken my house key off my key chain and put it in my purse. "No biggie - I'll just get my purse out of Mr. T's Jeep before we go." Get to the driveway, reach into the Jeep to grab my purse and it's full of junk from the trip. My wallet is right on top so I'm all "Ehh... I'll just grab my wallet. Don't need all this crap." (Totally forgot about needing a house key.) As I'm about to close the door, Mr. T throws the garage door opener in the Jeep. I grab it back out and hand it to him saying "We shouldn't leave a way to get into our house sitting in an unlocked vehicle right outside our house!" (Again, totally not thinking about my house key.) He hates me. >.< Takes the opener, throws it <i>back</i> in his Jeep and locks the doors. As I'm getting into<i> </i>my car I suddenly realize "Oh crap - now my house key AND the garage door opener are in Mr. T's Jeep!" The Jeep I do not have a key to. And Mr. T's keys are inside the house. We go to Walmart, anyway, because what else can we do? Get back, go around to the back of the house and try the back door. (We sometimes forget to lock it after we let the dogs back in.) Of course it's locked. Mr. T starts trying to pry a screen off when I suddenly say "What if the front door is unlocked?" He just stares at me. "Well why don't you go check it?!" So I scurry around to the front aaaaaand....the front door is unlocked. >.< As I walk to the back door I see him flipping me off through the window. MY BAD. Moral of the story is, we need to hide a key somewhere. And I need to think more good.<br />
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Future Mrs. Wilson, if you're reading this right now and you do not have a key hidden somewhere on the property to get into the house if you get locked out - go do it right now. RIGHT NOW.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-18310858295411835302014-04-10T00:00:00.000-05:002014-04-10T00:00:10.411-05:0004/10/13Today's the big day! Mr. T's gallery, Two-Tone, is having its grand opening! I'm so excited for my husband. 8} I'll be curious to see the state of the gallery in one year, when this is published. Maybe we'll be making a profit? lol! I know it's not quite the tattoo shop he was originally hoping for, but I think this might be even better for him. There is a huge interest in it - everyone seems to have been waiting on something like this to happen. So hopefully people will buy some art! Side story: He had these leftover pieces of wood from constructing pallet walls to hang the art on - they're little triangles. I told him I was going to paint them and stick some googly eyes on them, sell them for a couple bucks. AND THEN BE THE MOST PROLIFIC ARTIST AT THE GALLERY. I won't make a lot of money...but I'll have the highest number of sales. 8} Mwahahahaha....Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-51016436413298638662014-03-25T00:00:00.000-05:002014-03-25T00:00:03.892-05:0003/25/13Last night the shop was broken into. Woo! Luckily the dude was a total idiot. He only took one thing - a safe. What was in the safe? Receipts. $0. Good work, dude. Plus, when he noticed they had video cameras the genius decided to pour water over the keyboard of the security camera computer, thinking that would somehow destroy the evidence? Mind boggling. He hasn't been caught yet, but the worst he accomplished was Icon needing to replace a window and safe. Could've been a lot worse.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-25429882851322594272014-02-12T08:25:00.000-06:002014-02-12T08:25:00.093-06:0002/12/13Today is new deodorant day! I love new deodorant day. New scent, new me... So much fun!! Goodbye vanilla, hello....ummmm....it's some sort of flowery thing. Smells great, though! Whatever it is.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-49446049591379222552014-02-06T10:16:00.000-06:002014-02-06T10:16:00.673-06:0002/06/13Starting FPU today. Looking forward to a lifestyle shift into spending and saving money wisely!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-81886730691111995712014-01-29T09:51:00.000-06:002014-01-29T09:51:00.137-06:0001/29/13<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So that happened last night. Derpy Pony tramp stamp. I am so classy, guys. So. Classy.<br />
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Anywho, before I got it I was talking to one of my friends - telling him I don't have any "pretty" tattoos like what women usually get. Birds and flowers and music notes...whatever, I don't know. All mine are bizarre - I have Bernard the giraffe, GIR, the two-headed Bambi...a baby dragon...steampunk ribs, and - the most girly - a garter. Oh, and Russell Brand, a lantern, and our wedding ring/heart tattoo. I keep losing track of how many I have. Then I try to count them out by pointing at various body parts...and I keep forgetting tattoos. I think I only have nine. I've been thinking I have ten, but I think that's wrong now that I've counted like three times. No! It <i>is</i> ten! I kept forgetting about GIR!! omg, why is this so hard??<br />
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I have four tattoos on my legs: two-headed Bambie, Smirnoff (baby dragon), garter, and Russell Brand. I have two rib tattoos: steampunk and Bernard (giraffe). GIR is...I guess my inner hip? Heart on my ring finger. And two on my back: lantern and Derpy Pony.<br />
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Fun fact: I didn't realize Derpy Pony was an actual character in <i>My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic</i> until he started on the tattoo. So...I guess I should start watching the show. >.<<br />
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ANYWAY. The point of this story is that after I lamented the fact that I had no "pretty" tattoos (and I don't really have any place to put them) he said "You have the exact tattoos I would expect someone married to Mr. T would have." 8}<br />
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I love my husband.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-16317505329339009702014-01-24T09:40:00.000-06:002014-01-24T09:40:00.293-06:0001/24/13WE HAVE CASUAL FRIDAYS UNTIL THE END OF MARCH.<br />
I don't know why it stops in March.<br />
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CASUAL FRIDAYS<br />
Almost.<br />
Business casual Fridays.<br />
JEANS<br />
I get to wear JEANS.<br />
EVERY FRIDAY.<br />
Until the end of March.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-36267788249292160442014-01-21T13:42:00.000-06:002014-01-21T13:42:00.128-06:0001/21/13I call people bastards a lot. I call Splinter a bastard multiple times a day. Rarely do I mean it. And when I <i>do</i> mean it, I still don't really mean it - it's probably being directed to another drive who really isn't a bastard, just being a bad driver. Or going the speed limit when I'm trying to get home from work. Bastards...<br />
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Anyway, I've come across two people who I really, truly, believe in my heart are straight up bastards. One I've spoken of in the past. He was my "friend" for many years in school...kind of destroyed my self-confidence and made me feel like an idiot 90% of the time. The other is doing the same, in a way, to Mr. T.<br />
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I'm setting this to post a year in the future because I hope that Mr. T and I have purged ourselves of this relationship by then. I don't want to make things worse in the off chance someone who knows this guy reads this and tells him. I'm not going to say his name or anything, but it will probably be pretty obvious who he is, if you know him and read this.<br />
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Dude's another artist at Mr. T's shop. He does amazing work. I have a tattoo by him, and I lurve it. But...he's a super dick. One of those people that you're amazed can walk through a door because his head is so big. He's trying out for <i>Ink Masters</i> and I hope that works out famously for him.<br />
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Outside of him being full of himself, he's just an all-around toolbag. No one can stand to have a conversation with him. He's an extreme right-wing Conservative. Which, I consider myself a Conservative...but you don't have to be a dick about it. He's one of those no-gun-control, hate Obama, etc. and so on kind of guys. No one can stand having a conversation with him because he's always super unreasonable. And a dick.<br />
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Anyway. He started talking sh*t about Mr. T's tattoos. And that's just....a dick move. He has more experience than Mr. T - he should be <i>helping </i>him if anything. Give him pointers, advice, be <i>helpful</i>. You're coworkers, not competitors! Geeze. And if you're THAT awesome, you shouldn't be worried about this underling who apparently sucks so bad you feel the need to insult his work to his face stealing any of your clients.<br />
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Luckily Mr. T has me. I've told him if he ever reaches the point in his career where he thinks he's the shizz I'll punch him in the balls every day until he gets some sense. I have no respect for people who think they're sooooo much better than everyone else. Sure you're good, but there will always be someone better. So be kind to the people who aren't as talented/smart as you are. They may not be better at you in your chosen field, but they can probably help you in other ways.<br />
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In other news - I logged on to my Google+ account recently. I never actually use Google+ (does anyone, really?) but occasionally check it out for funsies. There are about 5 people in my "circles" who post. And Wil Wheaton. Only one posts regularly. And that's MC. I guess because he got a job at Google he has to use it? He's always posting <i>about</i> Google, too. I don't know - do you get a bonus for every time you brag about a Google product if you're an employee? Anyway...what I noticed is that 99% of his posts have no response on them. No comment, no +, no nothing. To be fair, the page I use to spam people with blog posts and links doesn't have a ton of likes or comments. But I get more than he does. And anything I post on my personal page will almost always get at least a handful of likes.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-52403590331050297802014-01-17T13:32:00.000-06:002014-01-17T13:32:00.384-06:0001/17/13Exciting news today!<br />
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This is the first of these "To the future Mrs. Wilson" posts that I'm actually dying to know how future me will respond. Did....did any of that make sense? I feel like it didn't. Anywhoskies...<br />
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Last week Mr. T and I (do I still call him "Mr. T", 2014 me?) were discussing what it would take for him to open his own shop. It's something he's wanted to do since he first started tattooing and he's been having the "want my own shop" itch for the past few months. He has a friend who wants to open a microbrew bar (wonder if that's happened by this day in 2014!) and they were going to help each other out with the whole "owning your own business" thang. Mr. T still has some loans to pay off (oh wouldn't it be swell if they were by the time I read this again????) so we didn't think it would happen any time soon.<br />
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But today I was talking to a friend of mine from school, and for some reason mentioned how Mr. T wants to open his own shop and he was all "Well I'm about to try to rent this building right in the middle of The Square in M'boro!" The rent is super reasonable, and it seems like a really good idea. So....not trying to get my hopes up too high, buuuuuut..... I think this might be a really good thing for us!<br />
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It seems real sudden, but everything in our lives has been real sudden. We barely knew the other existed for two years, then were suddenly dating as soon as we spent time together. Just over a year later we were engaged. On our two-year anniversary we got married. As soon as I graduated I applied for, interviewed at, and accepted a job. We bought a house as soon as we started looking at houses.... Every major decision has been terrifying, and decided on quickly. And so far, everything has been beautiful.<br />
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So, pray for us! Well....I guess it's too late for that. I hope the decisions we make now positively impact you, future Mrs. Wilson!!!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-23798014727828413382014-01-15T16:23:00.000-06:002014-01-15T16:23:00.354-06:0001/15/13Today is the day I remembered I was going to post every day this year and read them all next year!!!!!!<br />
Only twelve days lost!!!!!<br />
The weather is cray cray and my hair appointment was rescheduled for tomorrow!!!<br />
I'm going to the chiropractor today!!!!<br />
I have a cold!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-44279073897132382402014-01-02T15:15:00.000-06:002014-01-02T15:15:00.656-06:0001/02/13First visit to a chiropractor!<br />
Soooo much cracking...soooo glorious!!<br />
First weekly Ladies' Night at the house - watched <i>Bridesmaids</i> and played Dirty Minds.<br />
Put Splinter in his <i>fabulous</i> pink hoodie again.<br />
Started using SleepTime app to track sleep patterns!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-60618314370133713892014-01-01T11:08:00.000-06:002014-01-01T11:08:00.120-06:0001/01/13Rode in a cab for the first time!<br />
Lazy all day.<br />
Six people in a Waffle House booth.<br />
Borderlands 2.<br />
Worked out!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-28704597267264843772013-08-30T10:38:00.001-05:002013-08-30T10:39:41.651-05:00Friday TunesI'm not doing a <a href="http://thewilsonbuzz.blogspot.com/p/30-days-of-songs.html" target="_blank">30 Days of Songs</a> song today. Because I've been listening to Pandora and this song just came on and it reminded me of back when Mr. T and I had started dating and he made me a "mixed tape" (CD) of a bunch of songs and it was the first time anyone had ever done that for me and omg it was just the sweetest thing. This was "our song" even though we later claimed that "<a href="http://youtu.be/9jLDZjMF3tk" target="_blank">Prettiest Girl in the Room</a>" was. I think I'm going to go back to saying this one is, because it doesn't compare me to a high-class prostitute. 8P<br />
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So some weird stuff happened last night when I tried to play the game. Turn on the PS3, go to BioShock: Infinite (yup, BioShock is right underneath it >.<), click it....and the TV is all "I gots no signal!" After I ejected the disc the PS menu appeared again. Put the disc back in and the game started automatically, no problems. But when I started up actual game play, my analog sticks weren't working. I could hit Start and go into the menu and the left one would work (I'm not sure the right one even does anything in the menu, anyway) but as soon as I went back into the game, nothing. I was just dangling from this railing like a dummy. By the way - where does he store that crazy hook arm? Because when you're walking around he has a gun in one hand and his magic twitchy thing going on with the other. But as soon as you need to jump up and grab a hook or get on that railing he's all "I GOTS A HOOK HAND!"<br />
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I digress. The point is, I had to restart the game like 3 times before it started working. Very strange.<br />
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At any rate, once I did start playing it was telling me to go get some Shock Jock, which I thought I had already done. I swear I had. But the way I got it...I definitely didn't do it that way before. So I don't know <i>what</i> happened. I had to go the "Hall of Heroes" which consisted of a couple of different areas that had reenactments of a couple of battles. One with Native Americans and one with the Chinese. More racism, guys! Anyway, there's some guy who was actually a soldier who fought in the wars that is pissed that this prophet is taking all the credit and I have to get the shock jock from him. He sends all his soldiers to fight me, because they'd rather die by the hands of a human than by the prophet's "tin men". So that's weird. Also, apparently I was a solider at one point and this guy knows me. I'm not sure if I would have known that had I played the first two BioShock games...I'm assuming I would. But whatever.<br />
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After I slaughter all the soldiers (I only died a couple times, I swear!) I catch up to him and he's all hurt and stuff and is like "Finish me!" and I have another choice! Spare him or shoot him. I spared him. Maybe I shouldn't have. I don't know. So far it hasn't come back to haunt me yet. But my hand is still wrapped up in a bandage from getting stabbed. Funny, I can get shot - a lot - and even die and get revived. But that stab wound, man...it's no joke! 8P<br />
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Uh, yeah. So the shock jock is to power the ship we're going to use to escape. We get on it and even though I <i>told the girl I was hired to take her to someone</i> she is still surprised that I'm taking her to New York instead of Paris. So she knocks me out and takes over the ship. Little b*tch. We end up...somewhere. The leader of the Vox-something talks to me. She's the one that supposedly killed the prophet's wife and their little band are the ones who are at war with the prophet. She tells me if I get them a bunch of guns we can have our ship back. Then I have to chase the stupid little cunt girl I rescued all over the place because she's pissed we aren't going to Paris. She gets captured and almost dies a few times.<br />
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Oh - the place we are now is the factory for this guy named Fink who creates all the steampunky aspects of the world. And I'm probably going to have a run-in with a handyman soon. Basically this guy almost died of stomach cancer, so Fink put his head on this giant robot body and now those (I'm assuming he has since made more than just the one) are his goons. No one that works for him ever gets any vacation or sick leave and their lives are very structured. I think they should stage an uprising or something. Just sayin'. Anyway, I've <i>seen</i> a couple of handymen (or the same one twice, depending on if there are multiple) including a sort-of fight with one during a cut scene. But I have yet to have to fight one. Apparently if I shoot them in the heart it will cause more damage, thanks to a helpful little screen tip that caused me to panic for about 10 minutes thinking I was about to have to fight one.<br />
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Yeah, I didn't get very far last night. I only played for a couple of hours. I had to watch Project Runway! And then I passed out on the couch. I stayed up too late the night before, okay?? >.<<br />
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Yeah - that guy. Oh! I did see one of them early on, for all the white people to marvel at (<i>racism</i> - it's everywhere in this game). It was kind of like the old Frankenstein movie with the fire and how it caused the monster to panic and then get murdered. They were taking pictures of him with those old flash-bulb cameras and he was flinching away and covering his face. I was like "That's probably foreshadowing for my death later on..." So, yeah. I have a bad feeling about these guys. Maybe they will one day be my allies??Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-3763369109099558012013-08-29T11:01:00.003-05:002013-08-29T11:01:54.209-05:00BioShock: Infinite, Day 1So my friend Tiny Hippo has started <a href="http://nathanperry.net/blog/" target="_blank">a blog</a>. He is supposedly reviewing video games and whatever, but only made two posts and then disappeared. Sucks to suck, Tiny Hippo.<br />
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In the spirit of being a better blogger, I've decided to take you on a journey with me. A BioShock journey. Specifically <a href="http://www.amazon.com/BioShock-Infinite-Playstation-3/dp/B003O6E6NE/ref=sr_1_1" target="_blank">BioShock: Infinite</a>. A few things you need to know about me and gaming before we begin:<br />
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<li><b>I'm not really a gamer.</b><br />The only 3 games I've completed in my entire life are: Portal, Portal 2, and Kingdom Hearts 2. I've played a lot more games, but usually lose interest before finishing them. Or they get too hard and I give up. >.< Case(s) in point: Assassin's Creed 2 and Borderlands 2. </li>
<li><b>I'm really terrible at FPS games.</b><br /><i>Especially</i> when there are zombies. A roommate's brother tried to get me to play Left 4 Dead with him and it turned into him going "Okay - zombies are going to come through THAT DOOR, so stand in THIS CORNER and aim RIGHT THERE. Now don't. move. until it's over. I'll block you." Otherwise I would panic, forget how to use the analog sticks, point straight up or straight down, and spin in circles shooting the sky/ground. And then die, of course. Mr. T tried to get me to play Dead Island and I was so worked up and panicky I didn't even make it to a zombie before I tapped out.</li>
<li><b>I've never played a BioShock game.</b><br />Actually, I knew next-to-nothing about this game before I started playing it. I knew it looked kind of steampunk-y and that was cool. It seemed more cartoony than a lot of FPS games and everyone seemed to have great things to say about it. Jen, over at <a href="http://www.epbot.com/" target="_blank">Epbot</a> even reviewed it and said she enjoyed it, and it sounded like she's worse at FPS games than I am.</li>
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Starting out, you're on this row boat with these two people with British-y accents. They talk to each other and pretty much totally ignore you. Also, they show up a lot. There was this quote at the beginning about how inter-dimensional travelers create false memories to help them cope or something. I felt like that might be important so I tried to remember it. Not sure if it's important yet or not. Anyway, the beetchs dump you off at a lighthouse. There are all these weird Biblical-y quotes about Eden and Sodom and cleansing yourself and as you go up the staircase you eventually find this person who has been tortured and is dead. There are signs telling you you better get some girl and give her to "them" or you, too, will die. Oh, and you can flush toilets and turn sinks off and on. So far - not been useful. Go up and out to the top of the lighthouse, ring some bells and the sky goes all red and there's weird music and then the door to the light opens and inside is this chair. Sit in, get locked in, rocket ship to space. Or the clouds, at least. And you're in the magical land of Mormons!</div>
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You're in this temple kind of place and there is water and flower petals and candles everywhere. It's very strange. Lots of elaborate statues and alters and Biblical-y quotes regarding the prophet, his lady friend, and their baby - "the lamb". You end up having to get baptized before you can enter the city. The priest dude almost drowns you and you wake up in this...pond?...surrounded by statues of the Founding Fathers. Washington, Franklin, and Jefferson. Something about a key, a scroll and a sword? People are praying to them. Actually, almost everyone you meet in the first 10-20 minutes in this city is praying. Pretty sure it was some sort of holiday. Wander around for a bit and eventually see the statue/building where she's being kept. So then you have to get to it.</div>
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<li><b>Racism??</b><br />Yeah - everyone is suuuuuper racist. Not gonna lie - didn't notice everyone was white at first, because hey, I'm white. Yeah... Anyway, they have a statue of John Wilks Booth and <i>hate</i> Lincoln for his whole emancipation thing. Apparently they were part of the US and the US told them to stop being so racist so they just left the Union and went up into the clouds. Much like what Texas wants to do about half the time. I kind of feel like they created this game just to use a bunch of racial slurs that haven't been around for a hundred years or so. There is the more obvious black racism, but they are also hating on the Irish pretty hard as well.</li>
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Anyway - there is some sort of Antichrist figure and turns out it's me! Woohoo! I guess the prophet predicted someone would come and try to take away his lamb. She is supposed to bring the apocalypse down on everyone down on the ground and I'm going to stop her. I guess. Ummm...so, yeah. Lots of people try to kill me. Also, I'm really bad at the aiming and not panicking. Which is pretty much all there is to a FPS game. I died a lot. Like...a lot. And you lose money every time you die. So I never have all that much money. I also keep forgetting about my super powers, so I stick to the gun a lot. Or just melee. Which is the triangle button. And our triangle button sticks. And half the time I accidentally press the circle button, because I'm from the generation of Mortal Kombat button smashers. Circle makes you crouch. So I'm running around, crouched, firing at walls and punching ineffectively. I wish it was multiplayer so I could see myself. lol!</div>
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You also get to make decisions, which is kind of cool. I'm pretty sure I always pick the wrong ones. The first time this came up was when I finally went "YUP - RACISM" <i>and</i> when I figured out I was the Antichrist. Or false prophet. I forget what they call me. There is a "raffle" and it's actually throwing baseballs at an interracial couple. Oh, yeah. 'Murica. So I had to decide between throwing the baseball at them or at the guy in charge of the raffle. I chose the dude, because I felt like people would judge me if I did the other. Which, those guys ended up helping me later on! Kind of? I mean, they said they wanted to help me, but I'm not sure that the did anything. I just saw them later on and they said thanks. But by throwing it at the dude they found out who I was and I started getting shot at. Not sure what the other outcome would be.</div>
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So, yeah. I rescue the girl, we leave the one part of the sky island or whatever. Now we're on some sort of beach/vacation place about to get on some flying escape thing. That's when I realized how late it was and that I needed to go to bed. STAY TUNED!</div>
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Here are the two people that keep showing up. And another "decision" thing I forgot about. I chose "tails" like a FOOL. It's always "heads", apparently. He has the same thing on the back of his sandwich board and it's all heads over there as well. So far these guys are my favorite people in the game. So they'll probably kill me.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-86846018635922719492013-08-28T16:18:00.000-05:002013-08-29T16:18:17.937-05:00Encouragementby <a href="http://thebloggess.com/" target="_blank">The Bloggess</a>:<br />
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#16: There is no 16. There’s not even a 1-15. There are no real rules or magic potions. Blogging success is fleeting, fickle, and largely based on luck (much like everything else in the world). This might seem depressing, but in a way it’s rather freeing. It allows you to write for yourself instead of just following a set of rules someone else made for you. Find your own voice. Find your own rules. Find a way of measuring success that’s more about freedom and fulfillment rather than page-views and analytics. Page-views mean nothing a year later, but the words you’ve put together may stand and affect others for a lifetime.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-9510630571039111572013-08-27T13:43:00.003-05:002013-08-27T13:43:24.243-05:00Things That Are Annoying<span style="font-size: large;">#3: Having to go <i>back</i> to the bathroom immediately after leaving because you forgot a tampon the first time.</span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-8122996320662854922013-08-23T09:57:00.001-05:002013-08-23T09:58:42.441-05:00Friday Tunes<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Day 28: A Song That Makes Me Feel Guilty</span></b></div>
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Hmm... This is a tricky one. I can't think of any songs that make me feel legitimately guilty. I tried to think of "guilty pleasure" songs, but I'm not really embarrassed to like any of the music that I like. Oh, oh - I know!<br />
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I feel like I need to explain myself. So I had just recently discovered Here Come the Mummies. And they were playing at Live on the Green in Nashville. I was also teaching as a GTA in the CS department. It was time for class to start and I needed to print something off. I think I taught a 8:00am class, so the office wasn't open before class and I had forgotten to do it the day before. So I was like "Well, I'll play them a YouTube video while I run to the office!" And then I was like "I should try and introduce them to something new and free - Live on the Green! And this band I barely know anything about!"<br />
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When you do a YouTube search for <a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=here+come+the+mummies&oq=here+come+the&gs_l=youtube.3.0.35i39j0l9.1068.1387.0.2353.4.4.0.0.0.0.68.222.4.4.0...0.0...1ac.1.11.youtube._At3_JXfrIc" target="_blank">here come the mummies</a>, "Pants" is the top video. So I clicked it, and left. I get back and it's all "I'm coming in my pants!" and I'm all "oh my lawd, I just played THAT to all my students?!" So, yeah...I guess I feel guilt over that? Or just extreme embarrassment? Or it's whatever - they're a bunch of college kids, they've probably lived out the song already.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-11116047699507970432013-08-22T18:39:00.002-05:002013-08-22T18:41:11.299-05:00Things That Are Annoying<span style="font-size: large;">#2: My neighbors' kid who has no boundaries. GET OFF MY LAWN.</span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-15108679272214871142013-08-22T16:03:00.001-05:002013-08-22T16:03:17.163-05:00100 Days of Pictures: Day 25<div style="text-align: center;">
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Wowsers...that's a bad picture of me. >.< Anywho - I chose this picture because it represents a day that Mr. T and I hung out together. Not at home. It was his birthday and we left the house! Even though we spent 6+ hours at the pottery painting place. And didn't really talk to each other all that much. But, yeah - pretty much any day I have a full day of Mr. T all to myself is a good day. 8}<br />
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-66242140705554142412013-08-21T14:47:00.002-05:002013-08-21T14:56:11.024-05:00Going LegitYou guys.<br />
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I'm sleepy. And hungry. This whole "<a href="http://thewilsonbuzz.blogspot.com/2013/08/lifestyle-change-week-1.html" target="_blank">lifestyle change</a>" is a mild form of starvation, I think. I have a banana staring at me right now, but I'm trying to save it for after 2:00. It's all I have to look forward to until dinner. Which is going to be DELICIOUS, by the way. Grilled chicken and corn on le cob. And I'll probably eat half a gallon of pistachios when I get home. Man, I love those things. One fun thing - Mr. T and I have both noticed improvements in the bathroom department. Ever since Bonnaroo my intestines have been <i>piiiiiissed </i>at me. I'm glad that's all getting sorted. It really is better to eat healthier. Duh.<br />
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But gee willikers, that's not the point of this post.<br />
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I maybe don't pimp out my husband's art gallery enough on this blog. Or I pimp it out way too much. I never know. I'm bad with knowing where lines are and when I've crossed them. As you may have noticed by the awkward poo discussion earlier. Anyway - go like the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TwoToneArtGallery" target="_blank">Facebook page</a>. Yet again - I've gotten off topic.<br />
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The point of this post is to let you know that I'm going legit with my blog. It may be a mistake and ruin my life, but I'm going to buy a domain and hosting! And not have ".blogspot" in my URL! I just have to find the time to do it... I was going to do it Sunday night, but my sister came over to hang out. I was going to do it Monday night, but a friend of mine who had just graduated came over to hang out. I was going to do it last night, but I was so exhausted from waking up early to do other things I hadn't done due to people coming over to hang out the first two nights that I went to bed early. Tonight isn't looking so good, because we're grilling out and I've invited people to grill with us. Which Mr. T doesn't know about because he hasn't called me, so I'm washing my hands of the responsibility. (I sent him a text asking him to call me when he's free, because I usually call on my lunch break but he was going out with his grandmother and uncle so I didn't want to bother him.) And tomorrow I want to go clothes shopping. If you follow me on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheWilsonBuzz" target="_blank">Facebook</a>, you may remember the status I posted where I was speculating that an article of clothing had been peed on by one of my feline enemies. Well it was my shoe. I need new shoes. I also need:<br />
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Did I ever actually post what I came here to post? I'm buying domains and hosting for the gallery and this blog. The gallery is going to have a legit "this is a website" site, so I'm more concerned with that one. For this, I'm just gonna go with Wordpress, most likely. I feel kind of dirty talking about it here, like talking to your mistress while you're in the room with your wife or something. Yes, Blogger - I'm leaving you! Don't cry!! You've done nothing for me the past...two years. Nothing!</div>
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-42657981223007710922013-08-20T09:48:00.001-05:002013-08-20T09:48:30.201-05:00100 Days of Pictures: Day 24<div style="text-align: center;">
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We spent about an hour and a half in our backyard on Sunday and attacked the foliage with manual clippers, a weed-eater, and even a sword. THAT is the pile we ended up with. And we didn't even finish!<br />
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The Wilsons are undergoing a lifestyle change, you guys. Not a diet and not a workout regime. A lifestyle change. I also have a mosquito bite on my boob and it's very distracting. I can't keep scratching it or it will also be distracting to coworkers. But omg it's so itchy.<br />
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Oh, funny thing that happened yesterday - my foot fell asleep in the car. I was like "My foot's asleep! When did my foot get sleepy?!" And then realized I sounded like a crazy person. Unfortunately Mr. T was there to hear and got a good laugh out of it. My arm fell asleep later on that night (I have terrible circulation) and he was all "When did your arm get sleepy??" Harumph. ALSO, I wore a dress to church and noticed this huge patch of hair on the back of my calf. Thankfully I have incredibly pale hair, so I don't think anyone else would see it. But I couldn't stop staring at it. Maybe if I had darker hair, it wouldn't be so easy to miss patches of it.<br />
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Anyway, back to our lifestyle change. It doesn't involve me being any more on-topic in blog posts, for the record. It just involves eating better and exercising. Now, because there is a scale in the handicap stall at work, I will be monitoring my weight. I'm not gonna post it on here or anything, because - in theory - weight doesn't matter. This is about being healthier and more fit, not dropping pounds. But I'm totally a girl and am going to weigh myself anyway. 8P<br />
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I can't monitor what Mr. T is eating as closely as I can my own nom-intake and working-outedness, but it should be roughly similar. Oh, and as for our plan - the next two weeks we're going to be pretty restrictive on what we eat - fruits, veggies, and unseasoned chicken. Then we're going to transition to just eating well and begin working out in some form or fashion. Still not sure on that - most likely it will be some sort of workout video, since we don't want to pay for a gym membership.<br />
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Anyway, on to this week's review (I'll be updating this throughout the day and week, hopefully, so you'll need to come back to this post every so often if you want to keep up - or just check it on Friday or Saturday). Oh, hey - something I just remembered. I tried a similar diet to this back when I was trying to fit into my wedding dress for our TTD session last summer. By the end of the week I was one angry woman. lol! And Mr. T wants to drag this out for two weeks....lawdy lawd.<br />
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<b><a href="http://thewilsonbuzz.blogspot.com/2013/08/lifestyle-change-week-1.html#mon" name="mon">Monday</a></b><br />
Breakfast:<br />
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<li>smoothie (1/2 for me, 1/2 for Mr. T) - 4 frozen strawberries, 2 bananas, some orange juice, some pineapple juice, and a splash of pomegranate/cranberry left over from a party</li>
<li>1 cup coffee (no one's perfect)</li>
<li>Luna bar - S'mores flavor (It's a whole nutrition bar for women!) </li>
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Lunch:
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<li>Lemon Pie yogurt</li>
<li>baby carrots with ranch dip</li>
<li>plum</li>
<li>Golden Delicious apple - only the best kind of apple ever!</li>
<li>(Side note: I <i>just</i> finished lunch and am already hungry. >.<)</li>
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Dinner:
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<li>I cooked chicken breasts in a skillet with some canola oil. Mixed in some squash and zucchini. Added just a touch of seasoning because we're not animals.</li>
<li>I also had wine.</li>
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Snacks:
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<li>pistachios - more than is appropriate but omg they're so good</li>
</ul>
Water:
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<ul>
<li>1 large Which-Wich cup: x3</li>
</ul>
Exercise:
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<ul>
<li>walked the dogs in the morning</li>
<li>took stairs at work: x7</li>
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Naughty:</div>
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<li>I had about 3 glasses of wine...and maybe like 10 pieces of popcorn. My friend came over to celebrate her graduation!</li>
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<b><a href="http://thewilsonbuzz.blogspot.com/2013/08/lifestyle-change-week-1.html#tues" name="tues">Tuesday</a></b><br />
Breakfast:<br />
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<li>smoothie (1/2 for me, 1/2 for Mr. T) - 5 frozen strawberries, 2 bananas, some orange juice, some pineapple juice, and a splash of pomegranate/cranberry left over from a party</li>
<li>Luna bar - white chocolate macadamia</li>
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Lunch:<br />
<ul>
<li>peach yogurt</li>
<li>baby carrots and ranch dip</li>
<li>a plum</li>
<li>a nectarine </li>
</ul>
Dinner:<br />
<ul>
<li>chicken breast with a bit of BBQ sauce on it</li>
<li>steamed asparagus</li>
<li>white rice</li>
</ul>
Snacks:<br />
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<li>pistachios (OMG SO DELICIOUS)</li>
</ul>
Water:<br />
<ul>
<li>1 large Which-Wich cup: x2</li>
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Exercise:<br />
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<li>took stairs at work: x5</li>
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Naughty:</div>
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<li>Because of the friend that came over last night, I didn't get the dishes done, so I did that instead of walking the dogs in the morning. Hopefully I walk them this evening! (I totally didn't - it was raining.)</li>
<li>I wore heels to work so I took the elevator in the morning and evening instead of walking the stairs.</li>
<li>I missed stairs one hour because I lost track of time. Shame on me for working! ;)</li>
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<b><a href="http://thewilsonbuzz.blogspot.com/2013/08/lifestyle-change-week-1.html#wed" name="wed">Wednesday</a></b><br />
Breakfast:<br />
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<li>smoothie (1/2 for me, 1/2 for Mr. T) - 5 frozen strawberries, 2 bananas, some orange juice, some pineapple juice, and a splash of pomegranate/cranberry left over from a party</li>
<li>coffee - but I only used ONE creamer tub today! ;)</li>
<li>Luna bar - caramel nut brownie (best one so far)</li>
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Lunch:<br />
<ul>
<li>key lime pie yogurt</li>
<li>golden delicious apple</li>
<li>half of a cucumber with either salt or ranch dip</li>
<li>banana</li>
</ul>
Dinner:<br />
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<li>grilled chicken with spices only Mr. T knows about</li>
<li>grilled corn on le cob</li>
<li>I also had a bit of zucchini and a bit of peach that our friends had grilled.</li>
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Snacks:<br />
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<li>PISTACHIOS! (Our roommate tried to say they were bad for you!)</li>
</ul>
Water:<br />
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<li>1 large Which-Wich cup: x3 (can't remember if 2 or 3)</li>
<li>1 small superhero cup: x3 (can't remember if 2 or 3)</li>
</ul>
Exercise:<br />
<ul>
<li>took stairs at work: x5</li>
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Naughty:</div>
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<li>I didn't walk the dogs - again. I was exhausted from waking up so early yesterday. It's Mr. T's day off, so we're hopefully going to walk them this evening when I get home. (NOPE!)</li>
<li>Missed the stairs twice at work because of working.</li>
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Breakfast:<br />
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<li>smoothie (1/2 for me, 1/2 for Mr. T) - 5 frozen strawberries, 2 bananas, some orange juice, some pineapple juice, and a splash of pomegranate/cranberry left over from a party</li>
<li>Luna bar - peanut honey pretzel (even better than the caramel brownie one!)</li>
</ul>
Lunch:<br />
<ul>
<li>strawberry/banana yogurt</li>
<li>the other half of that cucumber</li>
<li>a plum</li>
<li>a nectarine </li>
</ul>
Dinner:<br />
<ul>
<li>I cooked some tilapia and bell peppers in a skillet with a bit of oil and some lemon pepper seasoning. It was SO GOOD you guys. So good!</li>
<li>I also drank chocolate milk. It, too, was delicious.</li>
</ul>
Snacks:<br />
<ul>
<li>I don't think I ate any snacks!</li>
</ul>
Water:<br />
<ul>
<li>1 large Which-Wich cup: x3</li>
<li>Wall Street cup: x1</li>
</ul>
Exercise:<br />
<ul>
<li>I walked the dogs!!! They were so happy! 8}</li>
<li>took stairs at work: x6</li>
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Naughty:</div>
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<li>Missed the stairs once at work.</li>
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<b><a href="http://thewilsonbuzz.blogspot.com/2013/08/lifestyle-change-week-1.html#fri" name="fri">Friday</a></b><br />
Breakfast:<br />
<ul>
<li>smoothie (1/2 for me, 1/2 for Mr. T) - 5 frozen strawberries, 2 bananas, some orange juice, some pineapple juice, and a splash of pomegranate/cranberry left over from a party</li>
<li>cup of coffee (one creamer cup!)</li>
<li>I left my Luna bar at home, you guys. I'm STARVING!</li>
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Lunch:<br />
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<li>I forget.</li>
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Dinner:<br />
<ul>
<li>Gondolier's deliciousness</li>
</ul>
Snacks:<br />
<ul>
<li>I forget.</li>
</ul>
Water:<br />
<ul>
<li>I forget.</li>
</ul>
Exercise:<br />
<ul>
<li>I walked the dogs!</li>
<li>took stairs at work: x2</li>
</ul>
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Naughty:</div>
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<li>You guys...just read the Saturday/Sunday recap. I fell off the wagon so hard I may be dead and not know it yet.</li>
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<b><a href="http://thewilsonbuzz.blogspot.com/2013/08/lifestyle-change-week-1.html#wknd" name="wknd">Saturday/Sunday</a></b><br />
Naughty:<br />
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We failed! So hard! We ate all the junk food. All of it! There is none left in the world. I'm sorry! You'll have to travel to Mars to find anything delicious anymore, because Mr. T and I <i>ate all the things</i> this weekend. And it was GLORIOUS! Glor.i.ous. 8}<br />
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Also, I found this journal difficult to maintain and I'm lazy. So I don't think I'll be doing it again. I'll give weekly recaps, maybe. Just a quick "We suck" or "Yay, we sucked less this week!" Hope you had fun not reading this!! 8P<br />
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072901659492998244.post-68196154118403335522013-08-16T13:54:00.000-05:002013-08-16T13:54:20.905-05:00Wreck This JournalSome of my photo experiences with <i>Wreck This Journal</i>:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rawr! I will destroy you!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">omg this is the worst.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There! I did it! Blech...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Tear out and crumple"? Kind of boring.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hmmm...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"OH GAWD, WHAT'S THIS?!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I actually kind of love him."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Mmmmm...you are my best friend!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"What are <i>you</i> looking at?!"</td></tr>
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Needless to say, Vigo had more fun than I did.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08310377619133629287noreply@blogger.com0