Get your tickets.

The fat fairy must've lost my address. She hasn't come to my house, so I guess I'm on my own for this fat-loss thing.

Starting tomorrow, it's on like donkey kong.
...Rock hard abs, buns of steel, and muscles galore.

You better get your tickets to the gun show, you're going to need 'em.

Clearing Things Up.

In case you were wondering, I have all A's.

I like TV.

BIG NEWS:

Bachelor is on tonight.
...ABC must've heard I was in a grumpy mood, and trying to cheer me up.

P.S. Isn't it obvious that Shannon is a psycho? Jason needs to get rid of the crazy ass.

Grumpy Goose.

You know those days when everything pisses you off, when you would like to rip someone's head off, when you have no reason to be mad but angry at the world and would like nothing more than to lay in bed and start over?

Today is my day.
I'm pissy and grumpy, for no reason at all other than I want to be.

Don't mess with me.

Dear Diary.

I have this dumb little thing I do where I write down what I did every day. I've been doing it since my sophomore year in high school.

Ridiculous, right?

Wrong.

Other people do it.
So many other people that they made a 10-year journal for people just like me.

http://www.journal10.com/
They cost $50.00 but I bought it anyway.
...and I am in love.

Introducing Me.

My self-introduction for my Communication Course:
Tell me your thoughts.
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I could tell you my name is Callie, and I am 21 years old and I was born and raised in Ogden. I could tell you I am the youngest of three girls and raised by a mother and step-father or I could tell you I work at America First Credit Union as a teller while I finish my Nursing degree.

But that all seems so cliche, so boring. Instead I'd rather tell you more about me, like how I am a serious blogger and I spend a lot of my time 4wheeling, sledding, boating, and cooking with my boyfriend of 2 years.

I've been playing softball since before I can remember. My ulitmate catch came my sophomore year playing center field and a fly ball hit to short stop. It was raining and the field was soaked but I thought if I ran fast enough I could catch it before the short stop got to it. I called for the ball and she stood for back up in case I missed. I was coming short so I took a risk and dove. I closed my eyes, opened my glove and hoped for the best..and caught it. I got the all star ball that game.

Not only was it a lucky catch and a rainy day, but even more suprsising I caught it because I'm a huge clutz. My senior year I was at a rival high school for a basketball game. I had my jersey on and my hoodie over. Me and a couple team mates were running up the stairs, headed to the locker room. I had my hands in my pocket to keep warm and tripped. Because my hands were in my pocket, I had no way of catching myself and face planted in front of the senior boys on the rival team. And wasn't the least bit suprised it happened, this is a very common occurence for me.

I'm a clutz, which might be the reason I don't like to run. If any of you have seen Friends, I am Phoebe. I run like I'm on drugs and I completely lose all control. I can't breathe, I sweat and I cry. Working out is not something I enjoy. I took a kick boxing class once with my oldest sister and it was a disaster. I was kicking other girls in the class instead of my punching bag, and I was laughing so hard I started to snort. I'm working on it. I'm trying to experience the phenomenon of working out but I'm not catching on.

Maybe it's the kick boxing that throws me off, the violence of it all. I'm not a big fighter and I'm not big on violence. I'm a firm believer a hug can solve things much faster than any sort of kick or punch. I'm a big hugger. Hugging is my way of life. I'm not religious, and I'm not political. I'm just a hugger. I live life pretty simple. I believe if I treat everyone nice and I be the best I can be, everything will fall into place.

Because I believe everything has a place. A place for everything and everything in it's place. That comes from the OCD inside me. I'm a ginormous organizer. I onced asked my boyfriend if we could head home early so I could organize his dad's kitchen. I love to organize. I've organized the office, lobby, cupboards and storage room at my work. I've organized my boyfriend's kitchen and cleaned his room while he was at work. I clean out my closet once a month and I make to-do lists reminding me to check my to-do lists. I'm organized. I'm clean. I'm simple.

But most of all,
I'm Callie Ann.
..and that's how I like it.

Tid-bit from the life of Candie.

My sister and her three kids went to the pet store to buy some crickets for their lizard. After the pet store they went to Sam's Club and left the crickets in the car.

They came back to the car, my neice got into her car seat and guess what she found?

Crickets. ESCAPED.
Alllll over her car seat.

I love my sister.
..and I love the random things that happen to her.

Hugs, not drugs.

I love everything about hugs.
It's amazing stuff, ya'll.

Youtube "Free Hugs".
I dare you.

That video makes me all sorts of tingly inside.
I love the way a hug makes me feel, giving or receiving.

LOVE.
LOVE.
LOVE.

Hugs are special to me, and I don't take them light heartedly. I don't do the "one-arm" hug or the "patter" hug. I'm a serious hugger. I hug from my heart and I mean every one of them.

I'm a hugger..
...and I love it.

:)

Obama-Yo-Mama.

Yay for Obama.
...history in the making ya'll.

I get excited just thinking about how far we have come.
Racism is no longer an issue and discrimination is no more.

Good for you Obama.
Good for you America.

Two thumbs way up.

Callie, with an extra dose of bitchy.

I'm annoyed.

My professor is a jack ass, and enjoys belittling me via E-mail.

I'm really sorry that I didn't read instructions that were posted in BOTH places. I thought one set of instructions would be enough. Apparently, both are different and I read the wrong ones. Go figure.

I'm also really sorry I mistook cross-sectional design with experiment design. It's a human mistake. It's only week one and it's probably going to happen again. I make mistakes. So next time it happens, it'd be great if you could let me know in a mature way rather than call me immature and assume I haven't read the material.

FYI..Your class is a general. I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to be. I wouldn't be taking your class if you didn't give me a C my freshman year, and I wouldn't have gotten a C if YOU didn't have substitutes all semester teaching material that wasn't even on your test.

Thanks a bunch.

Next time, I'll know better.

Consider it a lesson learned. Congratulations Dr. I learned something.

Please Send to Heaven.

Happy birthday to my dear old Dad.
I hope god's preparing a giant party with cakes, streamers, music and all sorts of friends.

I'll be here, sending my love from afar.
If you want your birthday present, you know where to find me.
:)

Love you always,
Callie Ann.

Yes, please.

Remember that touch phone with the 300.00 invoice that I said I wasn't going to buy?
....I bought it.

Mix it Up.

Random thought:  I wish I could take my favorite things from blogger, MySpace, Facebook, MSN, AOL and Weber State and combine them into one giant networking sort of thing.

Big Thanks.

Thank you to the strange man who pushed me up the one-way hill on 40th when my car began to slide backward.

I owe you.

Emo Callie.

I'm sick, and emotional.

So I over reacted a bit when Josh told me that he was going to play basketball tonight and I wasn't going to be able to see him until tomorrow.

I expected him to take care of me, tickle my back, play with my hair, make me soup..etc.

Instead, he is playing basketball with his friends.

...and not that that's not okay, but I wished he were here with me instead.

It's time like these I wish I were a lesbian, because I know girls are much more motherly than boys...and a girlfriend would be over in a heartbeat.

And then I realize how great Josh really is and I remember why I am straight.

Damn boys.

As a side note:  I love when Josh and I get into a tiff and then after five or 10 minutes of bickering one of us finally gives in and apologizes and we realize how silly we are being.  It makes me smile every single time.  ALMOST makes the argument worth it, although I hate arguing. 

Professional.

It's official.   I'm a blogger.

I've set my homepage to blogger.com, I've got a fancy layout, a custom header and I think about blogging constantly.

Pathetic, I know.

..but so addicting.

Update.

In case you were wondering...I've followed through on 0 of my resolutions.

W

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F

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My List.

Remember this list, there is going to be a test in a year.

a) Study HARD, not the bull-crap studying I've done in the past.
b) Eat healthy. Not "diet", just healthy.
c) Do some sort of "work out" daily.
d) Cook dinner and try new recipes.
e) Save as much money as possible for our home.
f) Say nice things about people.
g) Grow my hair long.
h) Try new things.
i) Say "yes" to opportunity.