This may come as a shock to you, but my table manners have, shall we say, digressed. Especially when it comes to burping in mixed company. Us girls try to outdo each other at home. No restraint is excercised. It becomes mindless, a natural release, the way God intended. But it does not mean that it is socially acceptable, or attractive in society at large. As soon as I down a few beers its like I think I am alone at a hotel room in Milwaukee and I just let loose, even push it out, don't even try to supress it. Everything gets real quiet so I look around and see the well-groomed frat-boys staring at me like I am some animalistic beast. I guess its no wonder I haven't had a date in a while....

"I can't beleive you made it!" Yeah, I didn't take drugs this time. I also didn't puke under the table or throw chairs. Yay me!--Jackie's bro, Stevie

Rugby parties are unique. We don't give out normal awards, no sir. We reveal the true essence of each player. My personal favorite was Rhiannon's "Dirty Knees" award. This is referring to a certain act performed while on one's knees. ** And when your male, 50-something Aussie coach is asking your male 30-something trainer to jump on the trampoline naked with him....you KNOW you are at a rugby party!

Cutting your own hair is a scary thing. I risked mullet and mayhem. It turned out ok though...my roomates aren't calling me Butch, so I"ll take that as good sign.

Turning in pictures for development is fun, isn't it? It's like the Christmas you give yourself. I was so keyed up about them that I considered adding a little message on the form you fill out when you turn them in. In addition to 4x6 doubles, one hour style, I wanted to add "You Fu*k up my pictures and you're a dead man! But no one wants to have the authorities called on them...especially at Target. So I just put out the vibe, staring at the attendent's back intently for several minutes, threatening him in my mind.

Quote of the day: Ew! That's sick! I am NOT taking a picture of me smelling your butt! -Kristin

It is Sunday morning after a long night of beer saturated conversing. I am lying in bed and naming my unborn children. I get most of them from books and what have you. I think Baylor is a great unisex name. And I love Viviane. It is sophisticated. But it is hard to be sophisticated in a wheel chair. Just ask steven hawking. So hopefully little Vivi will be born without any handicapp. I work with the handicapped on a daily basis. I just hope that none of my children will throw poop at their friends, fart loudly in public (hey wait, I do that...), and stare at the sky, shaking their head from side to side for hours on end. I have witnessed this magic and I think it is more than I can take on a daily basis.