back in Texas!!
Hi everyone! This is Lindsey. I was just getting on to Kate for not posting so I decided to post for her. She was supposed to be home next week but we decided to surprise her parents. It all started when Kate tried to move her flight but then thought it was impossible. After telling everyone she wouldn't be back any earlier, she found out her flight was changed. Instead of telling everyone, we kept it secret. And by secret I mean that just about everyone knew. So, Erin, Emily and I drove to Dallas on Wednesday. We made matching shirts and super cool posters and TEAM WELCOME aka "1935 posse" was armed and ready. Of course, our dinner stop at my parents house was a little longer than planned so we HAULED IT to DFW. And for my parents who might be reading, "hauling" DID NOT involve speeding or running any red lights. We made it to the airport a few minutes after the flight was supposed to land but to our dismay, Kate was already waiting for her luggage with Mandy who beat us there. TEAM WELCOME was unsuccessful at the surprise welcome but the tshirts totally made up for it. Now, Kate is home and we are all complete. Give her a shout and don't make fun if her english stinks. I feel like I should inform everyone that right now, Kate is sitting in my chair singing the song from Aladdin "gotta eat to live., gotta steal to eat...." awesome.
posted by kate @ 5:03 PM
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First one to post!!!!!!!!!! hahaha. everyone needs to ask Kate about "pocket change"
this is sad.
so very sad.
no one writing,
no one reading,
no one laughing,
no one sharing,
no one caring,
no one loving.
no one to distract
me
while
i'm at work.
*sigh*
this is sad. i cried a little but i have faith in the general reading population of this blogsite that once school starts up again everyone will desire to go to this blog site without really knowing why. and they come with their families and say "i'm going to iowa" and they'll come. they'll sit in the bleachers eating popcorn remembering when they were young. people will come jay. people will come.
thought i'd comment twice because as the blogger that powers this blog site, i feel personally responsible for its success. i will continue to comment frequently, even if i'm only talking to myself. don't lose faith.
and one to grow on.
kate i have decided i want mandy back. i miss her terribly. to prove how much i want her back i will now perform the song 'Mandy' by barry manilow:
*at the top of my lungs*
I remember all my life
Raining down as cold as ice.
Shadows of a man,
A face through a window cryin' in the night,
The night goes into
Morning just another day;
Happy people pass my way.
Looking in their eyes,
I see a memory I never realized how happy you made me.
Oh Mandy well,
You came and you gave without taking,
But I sent you away.
Oh, Mandy well,
Kissed me and stopped me from shaking,
And I need you today.
Oh, Mandy!
I'm standing on the edge of time;
I've walked away when love was mine.
Caught up in a world of uphill climbing,
The tears are in my mind and nothin' in rhyming.
Oh Mandy well,
You came and you gave without taking,
But I sent you away.
Oh, Mandy well,
Kissed me and stopped me from shaking,
And I need you today.
Oh, Mandy!
Yesterday's a dream
I face the morning
Crying on a breeze
The pain is calling
Oh Mandy
Well, you came and you gave without taking
But I sent you away oh, Mandy
Well, you kissed me and stopped me from shaking
And I need you today Oh, Mandy
You came and you gave without taking
But I sent you away oh, Mandy
Well, you kissed me and stopped me from shaking
And I need you
pretty good huh?
what'ya say mandy?
take back your lovin' man?
too slow.
i done changed my mind.
i'm a'gonna stay single
fo'ever
fickle little thing aren't i?
Sometimes I’m in a funk, no reason why, wish I had a word to rhyme with funk….
If I had enough brain power I’d write a really good poem about funks…
Boys….they call…then they don’t call….they like you, then they don’t like you, they initiate, then they don’t initiate…..
But I have found the answer to all funk/boy woes…Hang out with an awesome 3-year old who doesn’t care what you look like or how cool you are and who makes up “cheers” in a completely new language that no one but she can understand and who somehow tricks you into doing things you don’t really want to, just because she’s soooo darn cute. Then you will be cured.
The defunkified-no-boy-lovin'-just-bought-a-new-watch-and-really-likes-it, emily brown
PS: I wrote a rap… If anyone wants to hear it, all they have to do is write a rap of their own, share it with me, then I’ll bust out with my own…
here's a rap emily
yo yo yo my name is jay
and i'm here to say
i live by the bay
and like to roll in the hay
met a girl named fay
round-a-bout last may
she be married to ray
who everybody knows be gay
and who know today
be just like yesterday
that's right...it's all okay
emily, you may have a hard time using this one. your name doesn't rhyme with any of those words. i mean right after first line you're screwed..
"yo yo yo my name is emily
and i'm here to ..... uh uh uh..."
my rap is emily proof.
soy el C-unit
Yo Soy el C-unit,
I 'preciate the shout-out.
Fiddy Cent called, he said you got some mad lyrical skillzz...
Here's a little lyrical feast for the earz..
My name is emily and I like to rap,
I'm from Lubbock Texas it's on the map,
Just look west of Dallas and you will see,
the famous hometown of Buddy Holly.
I'm in Grad school it's kinda a pain,
but it's a necessary evil just to make some gains.
Never been a playa' never learned the trade,
of datin' one another just to make the grade.
So Pink,Puffy, Jay-z, and fifty cent, you betta watch out 'cause I'm heaven sent.
Just give me a mic and I'll rap away,
and put Nelly-boy to shame any day.
making-wicky-wicky-noises-on-my-records,
E-Kitty
So, I'm at work (Dr. Fryar's office) when I get a call from a 'new patient' that suspiciously knows my full name. 'she' tells me her name is guadalupe riviera and that she was helping her husband with his car when the hood fell on top of her. she looked us up in the yellow pages (which we are not in) and said she was in pain and needed to come in next week. Of course, Dr Fryar had to be standing right there so I asked the mandatory questions and scheduled her without putting her name in the books. then, a few minutes later, I get another call from a patient who knows my full name although he has never been in. He said he was drunk at a party when he fell out of a three story window. Quite a fall, I replied. He agreed and I proceeded to schedule him as well for the following thursday. I go on an errand run where I call Kate and ask her if she knows anything about this. She suggests a few other friends and I go on a "call everyone a liar" rampage. So I called April, then Luke, then Kendall, then Kate again where she gives me the hint "well, it could have been a winfrey..." a winfrey?!?!? I think. Surely not. I know Randy was a prankster but his voice is quite recognizable and Jay, well that would just be silly. who would call Dr. Fryar's office from Portland?...
The wedding's off.
jay, I feel left out. you've sung barry manilow for mandy, been engaged to lindsey, and all i get is "Your perfume smells like my grandmother."
I got nothing.
jay, one suggestion. polygamy or else you're going to have lots of sad and angry almost wives.
Q: can a polyandrist be married to polygynist?
oh..
Polyandry: a woman with several husbands.
Polygyny: a man with several wives...
I myself had to look these up on the internet, so a wise friend suggested i should perhaps define them, to facilitate answers to the question.
Not a polygamist but does have a space bar that sticks,
emily
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