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And then gain it back again in the next 3-5 weeks, but who cares because in 8 weeks total you can lose a lb. again. Yay. Win win, right?

Is it possible? Yes, my friends. It is possible. Granted, it won’t be a lb. of fat, but does it matter? Not at all. The scale will show a 1 lb. weight loss and that’s all that really matters. heh. Your skinny jeans may still be a little snug but come on, you’ll still be 1 lb. lighter. Yeah, baby. Get it? A WHOLE FRICKIN POUND! Hey, anything helps… especially me. heh.
 
How do I do this, you may be asking yourself? Very simple, my friends. Go give blood. Do it, goshdarnit. Not only will you be 1 lb. lighter. Tralalala. But you’ll be helping someone else who really needs it. It’s a gratifying experience.
 
Do you have A, B, AB blood types? Then you may consider donating platelets. I actually think they may pay you money for that. If you have O blood types, then definitely give whole blood. All you get is string cheese and juice, but that’s all right. You didn’t need the money anyway, right? The whole process can take anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour depending on wait time, but it’s so easy. Really. You’ll be so glad you did. My honey finally did it a while back and I know he’ll donate again.
 
I’m eligible again on March 21st if anyone wants to join me. But you can donate at the Houchin Blood Bank on 2600 G. St. Monday, Wednesday and Friday. And at the Houchin Blood Bank on 5901 Truxtun Ave from Monday thru Saturday. Go. Hurry. Save a life.
Posted by veronicamct - Friday, January 25, 2008 - 13:00 -- 1 comment

I'm just here for snacks, mist...

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As I was looking at Cheez-Its in SpongeBob packaging at Target during lunch, a man who seemed to be taking inventory asked me:
 
Man: The regular Cheez-Its are over there.
Me: That’s okay. My nephew loves SpongeBob so I was thinking about taking these.
Man: My kids are the same way. They love SpongeBob.
 
I smile and then pick up a box of 100-calorie snacks and inspect it.
 
Man: What about your kids? They don’t like SpongeBob?
Me: No kids. Just a niece and a nephew.
Man: Good. You should wait. Wait as long as you can.
Me: That’s what everyone tells me.
Man: It’s true. It’s really tough.
Me: I know. I’ve seen how much work it is.
Man: Yeah, I don’t know how old you are but you should wait until you’re like 27, 28.
D’oh!
Me: I’m past that already.
Man: Oh. (pauses for a few seconds) Then what are you waiting for? You need to start getting busy.
Me: (laughs) First you say I should wait, now you say I should start getting busy?!
 
He starts laughing. And I laughed too, which was really strange because what I really wanted to do was smash the Cheez-Its I was holding into his face. Ha!
 
The nerve. All I need is to be taking advice from a stranger at Target. I’m sure my honey would agree that I need to start popping out kids right away because the man at Target said so.
 
Bah!
In case you're wondering, I left without the Cheez-Its.
 
 
Posted by veronicamct - Wednesday, November 28, 2007 - 13:11 -- 4 comments

Tip a CHP

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My friend, who works part-time for the Spanish Radio Group, sent out an email earlier this week that on November 14, 2007 CHP officers will be waiting tables at Si Señor Grill on Airport Drive. All their tips will go directly to the Ronald McDonald Charities.

Cool, right? My friend, Grissy and I will be there. We were there last year sorta by accident, but this time we're going being fully aware of a great cause. Come show your support too, and be waited on by a CHP officer. It'll be a nice little change from trying to dodge them on Hwy-99.

Click on the flyer for more information. Hope to see you there!! :)

Posted by veronicamct - Friday, November 9, 2007 - 13:18 -- 5 comments

I'm gonna knock you out!

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During lunch today with my boss and co-workers the subject of fighting came up in conversation. My boss asked each of us if we had ever been in a fistfight while growing up. All three girls answered that we had not.
Until I realized that I had, in fact, socked a boy in 7th grade once. It may not have been a full-on fight, but there were some blows exchanged. In my defense though, the little jerk called my mom and me a slut after I’d asked him to stop picking on my friend, okay so I really demanded that he stop picking on her but that’s beside the point. The point is that he called us sluts. I didn’t care that he called me a slut, but he drew the line when he dared to call my saintly, virtuous mother a slut. I was enraged! How dare he!?
 
Since we were in our last period at the time, I had to wait until after school to seek my revenge. After 40 minutes the anger had still not subsided so as soon as the bell rang and we’d propped our chairs on top of our desks I walked up to him without notice and… POW! I don’t even remember where I hit him. I wasn’t really aiming. All I know was that I wanted to hurt the little jerk.
 
Next thing I know though, there’s a fist flying right back at me landing right on the side of my face, then another whack to my ear. The nerve! How dare he hit me back! I had every right to hit him. No one calls anyone’s mom a slut…ever… even if she is one. I gave him the most evil glare I have ever given anyone in my life and called him a “stupid jerk” immediately leaving the classroom. All I remember hearing was our teacher, Mr. Sanchez asking, “Hey, what’s going on over there?” as I walked out the door.
 
I met my brother at our usual meeting spot so we could walk home together not speaking one word of the incident to him. But by the time we were halfway home I let the tears flow, not because it hurt, even though my ear was throbbing, but because I was so angry.
 
The next day a couple of the boys were making fun of me and telling everyone that Noe (that was his name) had made me cry. I insisted that he hadn’t made me cry because no one had actually seen me cry, except for my brother. After second period though, one boy finally realized that, “Hey! Noe hit a girl!” and then the teasing turned on him. Gah, boys!
    
So that's the only time I've ever been in a physical fight in my life. And I still stand by my story, he did NOT make me cry. I so kicked ass!
 
Posted by veronicamct - Thursday, November 8, 2007 - 14:57 -- 3 comments
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