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Sharks beat Flyers 5-4 in shootout – NHL – Yahoo! Sports

Sharks beat Flyers 5-4 in shootout – NHL – Yahoo! Sports.

Peyton Place

One of my childhood dreams has come true. I now live in Peyton Place….and it looks like it will never change or end.

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“Women who buy perfume and flowers for themselves because their men won’t do it are called ‘self basting.’”

I love my perfume. It is probably my second favorite thing to buy and
honestly it’s a tie (tied in first place is make up and shoes; perfume
and purses are a close second). Finding the perfect scent takes time a
patience and I do not know a chick in her 20′s who hasn’t gone through
the agonizing search to find the “one”. I have found my favorites,
and I don’t foresee them changing anytime soon. And I have to keep them
hidden in one of my clothes drawers for fear that one day I will wake
up and there last squirts will have been used, and not on myself….

I will get back to my perfume but the following needs to be said. This
isn’t a PSA against anyone and it is not meant to be hurtful; it is just
my truth…

Annoying roommates were supposed to end. The ups and downs of sifting
through the droves of other young people to find suitable matches to
live with were supposed to be an obstacle that *hopefully* at 26 you
were able to maneuver through with ease. Using your gut instinct to
decide whether or not blahblahblah@imacraigslist.com wierdo should be
a skill all people over 25 should have. But what about the
unthinkable; what about having to guide your way through the hell that
is: living at home with the parental unit(s) dun dun dunnnnnnnn!!!

 

Madre and I...a simpler time

My mom is a great person. She is thoughtful and considerate, only
mostly for herself. I appreciate to no end her allowing me back into
her home considering the economy and all the glories that are coming
with that. But when I moved back it was supposed to be temporary. I
wanted to be gone by November ’09: I am still at home. And the longer
I stay here, the more in fear I am that all my favorite perfumes will
be gone. I know it sounds lame and childish to complain about perfume
but really, it goes way past that. It is about respect, or lack there
of, of my belongings. It’s bad enough living at home I’m relocated to
keep most of my belongings in the garage, but the few things I keep
say in the bathroom, I am in constant fear that I will go to use
something of mine and it will be gone. It all started with a bottle of
lotion. This particular kind of lotion is apparently meant to help
hold your tan (I LOVE TAN) and the one bottle I own is the only bottle
I have ever seen in a store. Granted, could I find it online and have
a new one shipped to me? Probably, yes. But that’s besides the point.
It’s My money. It’s My effort. It’s MY CRAP. Yes, I said crap (I’m
just quoting my mom). That $9 bottle of lotion that I’ve never been
able to find again is really that important to me because it’s mine
and the use of it, ESPECIALLY without even asking (HELLO KINDERGARTEN)
makes me so angry all the time. I swear my blood pressure raises like
60 points whenever I have to deal with my mother only thinking about
herself.

 

The scent of my life

So I wake up the other day to my nose being tickled by the scent of my
absolute favorite perfume. It’s not like I can just scoot down to
Nordies and purchase another bottle; this particular perfume is not
only from Norway, but the only place to buy in America happens to be
at EPCOT in Walt Disney World  in Florida (a childhood obsession that I
am sure I will delve into on the future to psychoanalyze why I’m still
“wishing for the one I love”).   Anyways, it’s not that I necessarily
mind that she uses a squirt here and there because it is the perfect
scent for a perfume. It is more about her inability to recognize that
just because the perfume is sitting there, it does not make it an up
for grabs-use to your hearts content cause I don’t care if it’s gone
cause it’s not really mine-its in my house so I don’t have to ask.
This is supposed to be the woman who taught me how to share; I never
thought she would be teaching me now the intricacies of not sharing.
Over the past few days however, I believe I made my point. Hiding my
bottles of perfume has seemed to do the trick. Although it is sort of pathetic I have to keep my perfume in my freaking car….

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Taking Over the World?

We really wish that life came with a handbook. Ever seen Beetle Juice? It may read like stereo instructions but how much easier would be it just to have a little bit of guidance? Now, we realize that it is about “the journey”, “the experience”, and “finding your own path”; but this is our version of a guiding light… alright, maybe more of a guiding match. These are our experiences being in the thick of it, surrounded by the enemy, just trying to survive in one, semi sane piece.

Getting through your twenties is like being a salmon in a flooded river of financial strategy, dating disasters, alcohol induced mistakes, psychotic room mates, five inch high heels, and an all consuming process of figuring out what the hell to do with your life. And that’s just after college. This has been the most turbulent and exasperating time to date and we, Jessica and Courtney, are going to document the whole damn thing. From the strange and bizarre (have you tried dating a 22 year old kid) to the truly important stuff (finding out what you really need as a person.)

Here’s the thing, there’s so much that goes into this whole existence thing and there’s so much more that we can do to make the experience just that much more. So between us twenty something girls, we are going to get out there and do what needs to be done. Whether it be blind dates, tequila based social experiments or the search for the perfect shade of red nail polish. So let’s step out of the box, get down to the nitty gritty of living and get honest.