tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26694436864485037802009-07-10T14:22:59.262-04:00Note to SelfMJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.comBlogger644125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-61946262942499107972009-06-18T17:42:00.003-04:002009-06-18T17:46:20.972-04:00Note to Readers<span style="font-style: italic;">I have not abandoned you! I promise!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The cop and I purchased a home last week, and we have not gotten our Internet up yet. (I know, I'm going nuts. I need to hurry up...) I miss all of my blogospohere friends sooo much, and I know I am losing readers every day I go without writing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I am even sitting here in the middle of my MBA class writing this, because it is the only place I get Internet (besides Barnes n Noble). That's serious dedication - putting aside my expensive education to update you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I hope things are going well with all of you. How about you stop by in the comments and leave me a little life update, so I can be in the know.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hope to be back soon!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">MJ</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-6194626294249910797?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-44107091561327575982009-06-09T22:59:00.002-04:002009-06-09T23:04:58.481-04:00Ode to MomMom.<br />The woman who taught me the joy of heels.<br />The woman who held my hair whenever I puked.<br />The woman I fought with over the shortness of skirts.<br />The woman I inherited perfect balance and blonde hair from.<br />The woman who has put up with my bullshit for almost 24 years.<br />Mom.<br /><br />You're the best.<br />Happy Birthday!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> Love you!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-4410709156132757598?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-41473579995279594742009-06-01T08:49:00.004-04:002009-06-01T08:59:34.501-04:00It's Been a While...No, I won't sing the retarded Staind song. It's so overplayed.<br /><br />Anywho - Ashley over at <a href="http://ashleycox1216.blogspot.com/">Ashley's the name</a>... tagged me for a little job, and so I thought it might get my creative juices flowing this morning.<br /><br />I am supposed to list six unimportant things that make me happy, so here goes:<br /><br />1. I love it when Panther passes out, stretched out next to me when I'm working on my laptop.<br />2. I love it when my professors let us out of class early, because seriously, who can sit in a classroom for four and a half hours?<br />3. I love it when my car is clean, which is really really rare these days.<br />4. I love when I buy something online, and it gets to me super-fast!<br />5. I love seeing people do small acts of kindness, like holding open doors and helping to carry heavy things.<br />6. I love seeing Eminem get totally pwned at the MTV movie awards, and then watching him leave like a little baby because he can dish it but not take it.<br /><br />I'm supposed to tag people, but you all know how I feel about that. If you would like to borrow this task, go for it. Just link me and let me know that you did it so I can come see your answers.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> Good morning all!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-4147357999527959474?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-29087335353170605912009-05-27T10:43:00.000-04:002009-05-27T10:43:00.298-04:00Note From the UniverseI subscribe to a daily "Note From the Universe". They email me a note each day that gives advice, wisdom, and inspiration.<br /><br />I wanted to share one that I got this week, especially since it was so timely with my Re-defining Success post:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If you're really honest, MJ, you have to admit that things today, in your most amazing life, at this most amazing time in history, are far better than they've ever, ever been. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Well done,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The Universe</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">PS. And we've only just begun, Margeaux.</span><br /><br />I love these notes.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> Go <a href="http://www.tut.com/">here</a> to subscribe.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-2908733535317060591?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-84607213235682130282009-05-26T09:19:00.001-04:002009-05-26T09:19:00.945-04:00AdoptionI love the adoption and fatherhood commercials that are out now! They are seriously touching in a hilarious way.<br /><br />With my roomie working in adoptions for DFaCS, I have a personal investment in the topic. So I thought I would share some of my favorite adoption commercials with you.<br /><br />These are two of my favorite fatherhood commercial. I think that the dads in today's culture forget the importance of a strong father-figure in a child's life.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9A2Ap3DyvLg&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9A2Ap3DyvLg&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/63U9MZ1EZ4o&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/63U9MZ1EZ4o&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />These are two "perfect parent" commercials. It is so imperative for parents to understand that not everything has to be perfect for you to be able to provide a home for a child. Just being there makes all the difference.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgpIQW3pQzo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgpIQW3pQzo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/1280473/adoption_basketball.swf" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"></embed><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/1280473/adoption_basketball/"></a></span><br /><br />And of course, we can't forget the unconditional love that comes with adopting what the ladies at the National Police Wives Association calls fur-babies. I love this story about a dog named Oliver, because the dog my roomie rescued is also named Oliver!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9CnUNmkXmQ&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9CnUNmkXmQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ADR7GiCdOpo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ADR7GiCdOpo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I encourage everyone to give serious thought to adoption - whether the human or furry kind.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> I'm sticking with the furry kind for now!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-8460721323568213028?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-51788613003002573912009-05-25T10:02:00.003-04:002009-05-25T10:20:20.208-04:00Memorial Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/Shqo3Flw_sI/AAAAAAAABJ4/gtpkhlUCePQ/s1600-h/370px-Yellow_ribbon.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/Shqo3Flw_sI/AAAAAAAABJ4/gtpkhlUCePQ/s320/370px-Yellow_ribbon.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339765972547993282" border="0" /></a>Between the sun-bathing at the pool, having a drink with the guys, and grilling up some greasy burgers, take the time to really think about the meaning of today.<br /><br />Many of my fellow police wives also know the stress of having their hubbies serve in the military, and I cannot imagine having someone I love so far away from me for so long. I think it easy for us to separate ourselves from the sacrifice of our military when the fighting feels like a world away. It's something we definitely take for granted as Americans.<br /><br />So today, think about those who are fighting for us and our freedoms. Think about those we have lost in the ultimate sacrifice. And think about the loving families they have left behind.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> All gave some, some gave all.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-5178861300300257391?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-74956030356186551802009-05-24T11:28:00.004-04:002009-05-24T11:51:12.247-04:00Re-defining SuccessWhen you think about what success means, how do you describe it?<br /><br />Is it being rich? Is it having a fancy car or a big house? How about a white collar desk job that makes six figures? Is it being the best at what you do? Is it being recognized for good deeds you've done? Is it having a fancy degree from a prestigious school?<br /><br />In the recent past, I had felt a sense of failure after being laid off from my last job. How could I be successful without the paycheck to back it up or the fancy job title? How in the world was I going to be happy without being successful?<br /><br />Really, I think I just needed to define my success differently. Regardless of my occupation, I am still very loved - by friends, family, Panther, and of course, my fiance. Changing my job does not make them love me any less. In fact, they can only love me more because of how much happier I am.<br /><br />My success: being loved, being happy, having a home, feeling like I make a difference in others' lives, constantly striving to better myself, and owning at least one pair of Michael Kors pumps.<br /><br />Okay, maybe not so much that last one, but all the others (although I own some lovely patent MK heels). Right now, at this point in my life, I am feeling very successful. And it has nothing to do with my paycheck and everything to do with my attitude in life.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> How do you define your success?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-7495603035618655180?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-10811907825497271452009-05-20T07:49:00.002-04:002009-05-20T07:58:51.086-04:00Territorial RatWhen Panther was younger, I used to seriously discourage his barking - I didn't want to own a yippy dog - and it worked pretty well. But lately, Panther has become very territorial, and he barks like crazy at any noise - in the yard or in the house.<br /><br />And I know he is just trying to be protective, but he barks at the neighbor going to work every morning. And this neighbor has decided that whenever Panther barks at him, he isn't just going to get in his damn car and drive away, he is going to turn on his car alarm to make him stop. He says he heard somewhere that turning the car alarm on like that would teach him not to bark when he comes out.<br /><br />Um, yeah. Now he's just used to the car alarm and barks anyway, and then barks MORE when he turns the car alarm on. So now, not only are our immediate neighbors kept up by Panther barking, but the rest of the neighborhood gets a lovely wake up from a car alarm in the morning.<br /><br />Idiot.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-1081190782549727145?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-16691159921642356232009-05-18T12:04:00.002-04:002009-05-18T12:25:12.104-04:00Weekend RecapI worked Friday afternoon, but as soon as I hit the door I called up my gal pals for a rousing game of Bar Bonanza. We hit up every bar in town and played the who-can-get-the-most-suckers-to-buy-them-drinks game. I won. As usual.<br /><br />Somewhere around 2AM Saturday, I had a Red Bull and was within the state of mind to think that it might actually give me wings. I took a flying leap off of the top of some random Suburban (sorry for the dent!), and landed face first on the pavement. After a quick trip for some stitches over my left eye, I hit the bed for a 4 hour power nap.<br /><br />We hit the lake most of the day, and I showed people how awesome I am on a jet ski. After getting a sunburn that turned out to actually be third-degree burns, I slapped on some aloe and we hit the streets again to get a neon tan. I knocked out some guy at a local pub who thought it would be wise to pat me on the back (ouch!). When he regained consciousness, I apologized, he laughed, and he bought everyone drinks. He also said I should seriously think about boxing professionally.<br /><br />I woke up somewhere around noon on a friend's floor with an empty bottle of Listerine in one hand and a full bottle of Newcastle in the other. Ah, Sunday. I began the day with a customary confession of sins at my Catholic church, but beat the church crowd to lunch where I met the cop for some end-of-weekend Bloody Marys. We spent most of the afternoon cruising in his patrol car, pulling people over, and using the "meow" thing from Super Troopers...<br /><br />Yeah. Have you figured out that I'm full of crap? My weekend was nothing like that. here's how my real weekend went:<br />Friday - Work until 10:00PM, hit up the cop's house for some food and Halo and snoozing.<br />Saturday - Hit the mother-in-law's pool for most of the day, no sunburn. Go to work until 10:00PM again. Turn down an invite to party from the gal pals, so exhausted. hit the cop's house for more grub and Halo and sleep.<br />Sunday - Don't make it to church, because God understands when I need to sleep in. Get a call that says I don't have to go to work. Go see <span style="font-style: italic;">Angels and Demons</span> with the cop (pretty good!). Head home early after more grub and Halo.<br /><br />All in all, a pretty nice, restful weekend. But I know it's definitely more boring that what it could have been...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> For some real weekend recaps, go see these bloggers: </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://myfriendsaresluts.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-recap.html">here</a><span style="font-style: italic;">, </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://brianinmpls.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-recap_18.html">here</a><span style="font-style: italic;">, and </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://sorenson.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-not-to-spend-your-weekend.html">here</a><span style="font-style: italic;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-1669115992164235623?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-15199783092221963142009-05-14T11:22:00.002-04:002009-05-14T11:32:55.120-04:00National Police WeekThis week marks National Police Week, a time when we remember those who have lost their lives in the line of duty. Last year, 146 officer gave the ultimate sacrifice for serving their communities.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/Sgw5fM4RPnI/AAAAAAAABI4/pzsV1klabhk/s1600-h/national+police+week.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/Sgw5fM4RPnI/AAAAAAAABI4/pzsV1klabhk/s320/national+police+week.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335702866723159666" border="0" /></a>It is often a thankless job, but is full of a lot of its own rewards - knowing a child will no longer be neglected, knowing a drug-dealer is off the streets, knowing a gun can no longer fall into the wrong hands, knowing a woman is out of the reach of her abusive husband, knowing another person will not be attacked, another car will not be stolen, another gas station will not be robbed, knowing good people can sleep safely at night.<br /><br />But as I sincerely pray for the families of these lost loved ones, I also pray we do not lose any more. And I sincerely thank the law enforcement community for their passion to protect and serve.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> And now, I dub myself the Sara Lee of Precinct 3, as I resigned myself to the kitchen last night to make goodies for my cop's squad as a meager thank you - fudge brownies by me, pound cake from his mom, and toffee chocolate chip cookies from his sister. They'll be working on those for a week!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-1519978309222196314?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-24942024890238043332009-05-12T11:47:00.004-04:002009-05-12T11:55:26.047-04:00Worthless JunkOk. I have seen so many ads for worthless junk on television, that I always have to wonder who buys the stuff. I mean, they wouldn't advertise it if they didn't think some sucker would buy it right?<br /><br />So I was thinking about that this morning, when I saw a commercial that was reminiscent of a total throwback from my elementary school days...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.asseenontv.com/prod-pages/topsy_tail.html">The Topsy Tail</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/SgmbWH5qioI/AAAAAAAABIo/XBKfRXhBCDI/s1600-h/Topsy-Main.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/SgmbWH5qioI/AAAAAAAABIo/XBKfRXhBCDI/s320/Topsy-Main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334966037977401986" border="0" /></a>Oh yeah, you remember it. Every cool girl that wore jelly sandals and a scrunchie on her wrist had a Topsy Tail.<br /><br />It brought us these awesomely ridiculous hairdos...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/SgmbY3nnXKI/AAAAAAAABIw/32CRB94w2Fw/s1600-h/Topsy-Styles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/SgmbY3nnXKI/AAAAAAAABIw/32CRB94w2Fw/s320/Topsy-Styles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334966085146336418" border="0" /></a>I mean, a normal pony tail would not cut it - NO! It had to be a topsy tail. It had to be a style that would take all the effort your mother had in order to pull all your damned hair through a stupid oversized needle-threader, while practically ripping your locks out at the roots.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> Do you remember anything like this from way-back-when?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-2494202489023804333?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-12517255090679451872009-05-11T10:16:00.000-04:002009-05-11T10:16:00.240-04:00They're Freakin' Everywhere!Fleas!<br /><br />Apparently, the flea meds I was using on Panther weren't doing their job. I can't walk around in the house without having a flea jump on me. Of course, there are two dogs in this house, so it's not just Panther. Also, the cop's house has fleas too, as well as his mom's house.<br /><br />So it's a never-ending cycle of fleadom. No matter where I take him, there are fleas. And I'm pretty sure that there is a flea bed somewhere in the backyard, but you can only tell someone so many times that the backyard will have to be sprayed to end the problem.<br /><br /><a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/05/18/funny-pictures-when-fleas-go-unchecked/"><img style="width: 429px; height: 284px;" class="mine_1019565" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/05/funny-pictures-cat-car-toys-fleas-unchecked.jpg" alt="cat" /></a><br /><br />I changed Panther's flea meds this past week, and right away I could tell the difference. Mostly because the fleas started falling off him like drunken frat boys at a house party. And man, those things are impossible to kill! You can catch one, but you can't smoosh him! And you basically have to decapitate him with your fingernail to make him die!<br /><br />So hopefully that will take care of the problem... you know, just in time for the love bugs to hit Georgia. And make my car disgusting...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> ...you know, because the pine trees don't already do enough damage to my car...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-1251725509067945187?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-65109490199609018762009-05-10T07:37:00.000-04:002009-05-10T07:37:00.612-04:00Note to God:<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Dear Lord,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you for giving me such a wonderful mother.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you for making her kind, strong, and independent.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">She has taught me so much in my lifetime.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Given, she pretty much had to scream it at me to make me listen...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you for making her smart and courageous.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you for giving her patience.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Or else I know she would have strangled me.</span>..<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you for making her so beautiful.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I hope I will look just like her at that age.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And, yes, I take credit for all the gray hair.</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Amen</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-6510949019960901876?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-33186050755283539402009-05-06T10:16:00.003-04:002009-05-06T10:39:51.767-04:00No excuse...I have no excuse for why I haven't been blogging.<br /><br />Except...<br />I finished my spring MBA classes.<br />I brought home my wedding dress.<br />The cop and I are finalizing the paperwork for a home.<br />I dealt with a sick puppy, who is much better now.<br />I've opened one new checking account, a savings account, and two IRAs.<br />AND, I got verified over at <a href="http://policewivesonline.com/">Police Wives Online</a> (now known as the National Association of Police Wives). That means, that I am spending tons of extra time over there, catching up on all the verified info, stories, and inside jokes.<br /><br />Yesterday, I had a day off and went with my pal and bridesmaid Colby to find her bridesmaid dress. We found a cute little strappy deal that was absolutely perfect for her. And it made me happy to hear her say that she actually WOULD wear it again. I never wanted to be one of those brides who says "oh, yeah I picked this out, because I think you could definitely shorten it and wear it again for going out and stuff!"<br /><br />And then you puke in your mouth a little because what I picked looks like this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/SgGg0ZVTSQI/AAAAAAAABIg/ekbPZcsWEMw/s1600-h/ugly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/SgGg0ZVTSQI/AAAAAAAABIg/ekbPZcsWEMw/s320/ugly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332720255797250306" border="0" /></a>And there's no way in heeeeell you are ever going to use it for anything other than a rag to wash your car with.<br /><br />No, I was really glad I made the choice to let them pick their own. Because maybe then they really will wear it again.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> What is your most tragic groomsman or bridesmaid story?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-3318605075528353940?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-54017778085644114152009-05-05T10:53:00.004-04:002009-05-05T11:39:23.623-04:00I didn't make it...The tree was home base, and I totally didn't get there before <a href="http://withlovesincerely.blogspot.com/">Maki</a> tagged me with some questions.<br /><br /><a href="http://ihasahotdog.com/2008/09/21/cute-puppy-pictures-iz-it-nooo-u-iz-it/"><img style="width: 425px; height: 319px;" class="mine_1914628" title="cute-puppy-pictures-little-dogs-play-tag" src="http://ihasahotdog.wordpress.com/files/2008/09/cute-puppy-pictures-little-dogs-play-tag.jpg" alt="dog" /></a><br /><br />Wonderfully enough, I haven't been around the blogosphere in almost a whole week, which feels really weird for me.<br /><br />I'll write a post tomorrow to catch you up on what is going on. But for now, here are the questions that were passed on to me...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What's your current obsession?</span> Reading. I've been reading so much lately, and I have been enjoying it so much.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What's your weirdest obsession?</span> Sleeping. No, seriously. I have been exhausted lately, but I love that feeling of being completely tired and hitting the bed.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What are you wearing today? </span>Right now, I'm in ugly pajama bottoms and an old powderpuff football shirt from highschool. I'm not sure what I will change into later.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Why is today special?</span> I just realized it's Cinco de Mayo, but it's also my day off! And I get to hang out with one of my friends that I haven't seen in a while except in passing.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What would you like to learn to do?</span> I have always wanted to play cello.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What's for dinner today?</span> Hmmm.. I'm not sure yet. I'm going to guess leftovers from the fridge or something I pick up somewhere.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What's the last thing you bought?</span> Two cases of Slimfast from the grocery store.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What's your favorite weather?</span> Gimme that SoCal weather! 75 degress with no humidity and a slight coastal breeze. This rainy, humid, 85 degrees in GA just isn't cutting it for me.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What's your most challenging goal right now?</span> To finish school. This past semester was my hardest one yet, and I am interested to see how this last semester works out.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What do you think about the person who tagged you?</span> Oh! Maki is a sweetheart! She was one of the first to donate during my blogathon, and I remember when she first started visiting my blog! Such a sweetheart and obviously very loved by her hubby and little ones.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If you could have a house totally paid for, full furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?</span> On 17 Mile Drive at Pebble Beach or smack in the bay in Monterey, CA.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What would you like to have in your hands right now?</span> A whole bunch of money would be nice!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What would you like to get rid of?</span> My fear of the unknown. I have serious issues with the need to control EVERYTHING.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?</span> The beach, and I would just lay out in the sun and sleep for an hour.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What's your favorite thing about the city you live in?</span> My friends are here, the people are nice, and it's quiet.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If you had $150 now, what would you spend it on?</span> I would put it in the bank to put toward the downpayment on our house.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Do you admire anyone's style?</span> My mom. I think she's the most stylish woman I know!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Describe your style.</span> Comfortable but cute.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Who's fashion show would you want tickets to?</span> I'm not big on fashion shows really. I'd much rather just shop.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What are three live shows that you have seen?</span> Brad Paisley, Wicked, Cirque du Soleil, Kenny Chesney, Blast, The Nutcracker (about 8 times), Flogging Molly... I love live stuff!!!<br /><br />Alright ladies and gents, I will get back to you tomorrow on what has been going on.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> Back to sleep...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-5401777808564411415?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-54681218524727330312009-04-29T19:23:00.005-04:002009-04-29T19:59:00.287-04:00Something NewOkay, so lots of new stuff this week:<br /><br />The new job is going well. Although I'm not working near as many hours, and I'm making about one-fourth of what I was, I really enjoy it, love my coworkers, and I'm just happy to have a job right now.<br /><br />The cop and I are putting in an offer on a home this week, which will be where we will officially start our life together. We hope to be closing at the end of May, so we can move in sometime in June.<br /><br />I'm having some prints made of our new engagement photos. I finally got the disc of all the photos. Here's one of my favorites for your enjoyment:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/SfjpOzEhUaI/AAAAAAAABIQ/B0YhRbE5GBQ/s1600-h/100309-0129.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/SfjpOzEhUaI/AAAAAAAABIQ/B0YhRbE5GBQ/s400/100309-0129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330266599429591458" border="0" /></a>My new blogathon site for Police Wives Online was a complete success for the first annual blogathon. We raised $335 through direct donations, and I am very excited about the things those donations will accomplish! So thank you for all of you who came by and supported me!<br /><br />Pertaining to that site - I did my first ever video blog over there to do that drawing, which was really fun, so I may being doing a video blog in the very near future.<br /><br />I got a new book in the mail today! I forgot I had preordered it, but it was waiting by the door for me when I came home this afternoon. Which is good, because I was having a hard time choosing what to read after finishing <span style="font-style: italic;">Harry Potter</span>.<br /><br />A new semester of school is coming... I just finished one of my two classes this semester yesterday. It ended with a final presentation that had taken up about a quarter of my life and time these past few months, so I'm glad it's finished.<br /><br />I'm picking up my wedding dress this weekend! And my mother is taking me shopping, which means I will have a few more new things, hopefully.<br /><br />I also have a new award for my blog, thanks to my good friend <a href="http://ashleycox1216.blogspot.com/">Ashley</a>! Ashley was a total trooper through the PWO blogathon, staying up with me and writing for the majority of the event. So readers, go over and tell her how awesome she is for giving me this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/SfjnFtzkj5I/AAAAAAAABIA/MoC7RB6MOhw/s1600-h/nenoaward.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/SfjnFtzkj5I/AAAAAAAABIA/MoC7RB6MOhw/s320/nenoaward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330264244374245266" border="0" /></a>Thanks for the award, hon! It will be a nice addition to my award page.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self: </span>Other than that, wonderful people, not a whole lot new to report. I hope to be back writing more normally when I finally finish this semester next week and have a little more spare time (and brain).</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-5468121852472733031?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-78133834077668271602009-04-27T13:46:00.002-04:002009-04-27T13:48:23.883-04:00$20 Amazon Card DrawingI posted the video of the winner of the random gift card drawing over at the <a href="http://policewivesonline.blogspot.com/2009/04/20-amazon-card-drawing_27.html">blogathon site</a>!<br /><br />It was my first EVER video blog!<br /><br />If you donated, go check it out to see if you won!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> And check out Panther hamming it up in the background!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-7813383407766827160?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-82311668169446096772009-04-25T07:56:00.002-04:002009-04-25T08:25:03.426-04:00The Blogathon is ON!<a href="http://policewivesonline.blogspot.com/">I'm over here</a> today, having fun and raising money!<br /><br />I hope you will come by, visit me, and donate to a worthy cause.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-8231166816944609677?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-64762759592082156612009-04-24T08:50:00.004-04:002009-04-24T09:15:02.733-04:00Note to Readers: HELP!<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Good morning, blog buddies,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />You guys know it's not very often that I set you on a quest, ask you for favors, or act like the annoying friend who is only a friend because they want money.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">I know you guys often oblige my questions, and I definitely enjoy making you laugh and having you around.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Here's the thing (here it comes):</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />As you all know, my wonderful fiance is a police officer and I adore him and I am so proud of him and I think that he does wonderful things.<br /><br />As most of you know, I am a part of a wonderful group of women known as </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://policewivesonline.com/">Police Wives Online</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> who support each other in the craziness of the law enforcement life.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Aaaand, as many of you have picked up (or noticed from my rose over there), I am hosting a blogathon to raise funds for Police Wives Online and its HUGS program, as well as some new upcoming programs. (If you would like to</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> learn more about this program, just hit the HUGS tab at the top of this page.)</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />What I'm asking is, if you can, head over to the blogathon site </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://policewivesonline.blogspot.com/">here</a><span style="font-style: italic;">, read what it is all about, and click the blue rose to donate if you feel moved to support our worthy cause. Also, it would really be a help if you could mention our blogathon efforts on your blogs to help spread the word.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Last year, we raised over $400 with the blogathon, and this year I have set the lofty goal of $1,000. Every little bit counts!</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />There is also the chance for a rand</span><span style="font-style: italic;">om giver to win a prize! That's right, A PRIZE! I'm not sure what it is yet, but I will reveal it during the blogathon and announce the winner once the blogathon is over. I may even do my first ever video blog to announce it!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So if you support us, whether you donate or cheer us on, here is a pretty badge for your blog (just rught click and save, then add to your pages!):<br /></span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/SfG6oLZ39lI/AAAAAAAABF4/NZWV7Pj4n3Q/s1600-h/PWO+Blogathon+Button+Comp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/SfG6oLZ39lI/AAAAAAAABF4/NZWV7Pj4n3Q/s320/PWO+Blogathon+Button+Comp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328245033574856274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm going to thank y'all in advance, because you guys always come through for me when I need you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So: </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" >THANK YOU!</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Love,</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />MJ</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />Strength Behind the Badge</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-6476275959208215661?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-19388453306691749392009-04-23T08:34:00.001-04:002009-04-23T08:34:00.098-04:00Note to Idiots<span style="font-weight: bold;">Dear homeowners,</span><br /><br />So you want to sell your house. Well here's the thing...<br /><br />Either you are going to have to update your shag carpet and replace all the brass fixtures and pink counter tops, or you are going to have to bring the price down. No offense, but white wood laminate with painted on flower is NOT a plus when trying to sell your home to someone. Neither is camouflage wallpaper.<br /><br />Also, if you could please bother to hide all the extra crap you have lying around, that would be great. And if you could possibly find a way to move your entertainment center so that it is not blocking the door to the hallway, that would be nice too.<br /><br />When we call ahead to say we are coming to look at your house, that does not mean you should stick around to greet us and tel us about the finer points of your house... including the lovely view of a mud hole in your backyard that you call a pond.<br /><br />Please think before you price.<br />Much appreciated,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MJ<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Note to Self: </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Seriously.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-1938845330669174939?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-78322648638780349902009-04-22T08:44:00.004-04:002009-04-22T08:54:17.874-04:00ControlSo there is a lot out in the media right now about all these people having guns, doing all these shootings, etc. And so of course, out comes the old argument of "well if there were no guns..."<br /><br />People if there were "no guns," bad people would still have them and good people would be in even more danger. I'm not sure how many times I need to say that.<br /><br />I understand that not everyone wants to own a gun, but for the criminal it is a deterrent not knowing who may or may not have a gun. Some sucker may think 5'0" blonde me would not have a gun, but they would be pleasantly surprised if they broke into my house wouldn't they?<br /><br />OK. I feel better now that I have said that for the 1,347th time.<br /><br />Speaking of control...<br />I cannot help myself! I HAVE TO FINISH HARRY POTTER! I'm finally on the last book, and I can't put it down, but I have to go to work, so I have to pull away... ARGH! It hurts!!!<br /><br />Of course, now that I've read them, I'm not as excited about the last movies. There is no possible way they could portray the ultimate bad-assness that is Harry Potter from these books.<br /><br />And how cool would it have been if you replaced all the wands in the movies with guns.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/Se8TTZYjOMI/AAAAAAAABFw/DqJEGvO5ejE/s1600-h/HPgun.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/Se8TTZYjOMI/AAAAAAAABFw/DqJEGvO5ejE/s320/HPgun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327498108154886338" border="0" /></a>Yeeeeaaaaah...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> So now, of to work... but dreaming of Harry, Hermione, and Ron.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-7832264863878034990?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-55492090381603302542009-04-19T08:01:00.000-04:002009-04-19T08:01:00.536-04:00Note to God:<span style="font-style: italic;">Dear God,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If "cleanliness is next to Godliness," then that guy behind me in line at the bank is in some serious trouble...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Amen.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-5549209038160330254?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-6574878637850423022009-04-18T09:20:00.004-04:002009-04-18T09:28:52.046-04:00Crappy MusicOK....<br /><br />I am so tired of this crappy music that is spewing out of the radio these days. Seriously, who listen to this no-talent musical vomit? Whatever happened to bands actually playing their own music and writing their own songs and... you know... being real musicians.<br /><br />It's like record execs are hanging out in the middle of a pretty-boy convention and thinking "hmm... how would he look holding a guitar? And it doesn't matter if his voice sucks or he can't sing to the beat, because we can fix that with a computer..."<br /><br />I'm sitting here watching the top20 on Vh1, and I'm seriously ready to throw something heavy at my tv screen. Apparently, popular music these days consist of about 50 bands that sound just like Nickelback (ie. crappycrapcrap) or girls trying to be jazzy or emo kids trying to sing.<br /><br />*sigh* My poor iPod is super lonely these days. Any recommendations?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> Hmm.... maybe this should have been a Note to Idiots... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-657487863785042302?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-31675768139559299442009-04-16T10:09:00.003-04:002009-04-16T11:01:22.992-04:00A Good First ImpressionHuzzah! I found a job!<br /><br />It's not much - a sales associate job at a retail store down the road - but it's a job! That means I get paid! Woo! (Can you tell I have low expectations?)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/SedIG3Y3_aI/AAAAAAAABFY/JAt7lXtd4fM/s1600-h/tagwin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqkPsDwJYO8/SedIG3Y3_aI/AAAAAAAABFY/JAt7lXtd4fM/s320/tagwin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325304367173598626" border="0" /></a>But seriously, I am looking forward to this. I really like the manager, and it was serendipity how I got the job (OK, ok - I can totally feels God's hand in it... and thank goodness for small towns!), and I am a freak about clothes, so this job just makes all kinds of sense to me.<br /><br />Anywho, I start my training this afternoon. So today I thought I would give you some tips on how to make a good impression on your first day of work. I give you:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Top Ten Things To Do At A New Job</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10.</span> Definitely wear your lucky rocket-ship underpants. Show them to everyone.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9.</span> Regale customers with your version of "The Sound of Music". Give three encore performances regardless of whether people clap or not. In fact, keep a recording of cheering and clapping in your pocket to play when you're finished.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8.</span> Show off your awesome vocabulary skills by carrying around a thesaurus and replacing everyday words with more complicated ones. Or by speaking in another language.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7.</span> Look important by keeping your Bluetooth in your ear. When someone starts to talk to you, point at your ear and roll your eyes as if they were being rude.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6.</span> Show your manager how hard-working you are by rearranging all the merchandise into alphabetical order. Accessories, camisoles, capris, cardigans, handbags...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5.</span> Tell your coworkers about your awesome hobbies, like outrunning the cops and winning drinking contests.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4.</span> Answer the phone by saying "Thanks for calling ___! What the hell do you want?"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3.</span> To build comraderie, play practical jokes on coworkers. When they find the live snake under the stack of underwear, jump out and yell "haha, gotcha!" Make sure you have an antidote on hand in case they are bitten.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2.</span> Gather for a group photo on your first day. Force everyone to wear matching outfits for it. Skirts. And scrunchies. Even the guys.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. </span>End your shift with, "See you tomorrow bitches!" as loud as possible. Across the entire store. Mean for customers to here it too. You want them to feel included too.<br /><br />Stick to these, and you will definitely make an impression. I give no guarantees that you'll keep your job though...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> Whew! So I was unemployed for a whole week and a half. It felt like forever though - seriously.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-3167576813955929944?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669443686448503780.post-33939123891536934322009-04-13T10:45:00.004-04:002009-04-13T11:17:04.364-04:00Busy-nessForgive me for neglecting you my lovely blog readers! Things have been absolutely nuts.<br /><br />I'm still job searching, at this point going for pretty much anything. I have about ten applications or so floating around out there. I have a couple prospects that I think may work out well, so cross your fingers, send good thoughts, and pray really hard that something works out soon.<br /><br />The cop and I have been house shopping, looking for a good deal in this crappy economy. They are definitely out there, but we haven't found the perfect match yet.<br /><br />My semester is three weeks from being over. This means projects are due and finals are looming, but once April is through it also means only one more semester to finish my MBA! Woo!<br /><br />Then there's the <a href="http://policewivesonline.blogspot.com/">blogathon</a> coming up on April 25th, and I know I need to get moving on that to gather support! So stop by over there, become a follower, and donate if you can!<br /><br />I would also like to give a nice "hello, and welcome to the zoo, don't feed the animals..." to the wonderful ladies at <a href="http://www.thesitsgirls.com/">SITS</a>. It's nice to have you here, I hope you'll stick around.<br /><br />I would also like to say "hiya" to a fellow <a href="http://apolicewife.blogspot.com/">police wife</a> who has been sneaking around... If y'all get a chance to stop by her blog, I recommend it. I'll be adding her to my blog roll.<br /><br />So... there really isn't much to report. Panther and I are sitting here - he's sleeping in my lap, and I'm procrastinating on a marketing research paper. It's Monday, and I usually am beyond bragging about the fact that I'm not at work but... NANNY-NANNY-BOOO-BOOO!<br /><br />I'll do my best to do my regular blog rounds today.<br />Hope y'all have a great week!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note to Self:</span> I've found that if you don't go anywhere, it doesn't cost you anything. And if you're not spending money then, meh, I guess it doesn't matter so much if you don't have a job. It's when you run out of toilet paper that lack of money becomes a problem.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2669443686448503780-3393912389153693432?l=margeauxj.blogspot.com'/></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15508596301640968425noreply@blogger.com13