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Yesterday, I was watching Happy Days  and I realized what a catch Richie Cunningham is.  Don't laugh, I'm serious.  Here's what's so great about him. 1) Ginger.   I really like gingers.  I don't only like gingers, but they are pretty great!  Perhaps I just can't see them, but it'd be nice if he had more freckles; I'm into that too.  Now, perhaps to make up for the lack of hair on the top of his head, he has a beard.  And, as we all know, I dig beards, especially ginger ones. 2) Musician. In the show, Happy Days , he plays not just guitar, but also Tenor Saxophone.   I play tenor sax and really love it.  I admire a man who can play instruments other than guitar, especially wind instruments. 3) Sweater Vests.   I really don't know why people have such an aversion to them.  They keep your torso warm and are quite stylish.  With that being said, he wears a lot of them and I like that.  He's pretty stylish with his rolled up pant leg

Do you ever have occurrences in life that you wonder how you're supposed to interpret?  Is it a sign from Above?  Is this just some type of mind torture inflicted on you from below? Or is it nothing, just a coincidence? There's this new guy who works at the frozen yogurt shop at which I work and his name is the same as the guy who I'm trying NOT to have a crush on.  When I first learned his name, I hadn't met him yet and could never remember if he was a girl or a guy because the name's unisex.  But we finally had a shift together and it was solidified that he is, in fact, a man and not a woman.  I didn't think anything of it at first, only that he was attractive and that I liked his beard.  How refreshing, to finally have someone nice to look at at work.  As our shift went on, I noticed how similar his mannerisms are to the guy I'm trying to get over.  He would say something the way Crush would say it, his voice is even similar.  And he would even do s

Can we just talk about something I'm super anxious and terrible at?  Gifts.  I'm super awkward when receiving them, and I'm even worse at giving them.  When I took the  Five Love Languages Quiz , I scored 0 (multiple times) on Gifts.  It's not that I don't appreciate when people give me great gifts, I just don't know what the protocol is for when you open/receive it.  Do you tear up?  Do you smile?  Do you hug their neck?  Do you cry?  Do you thank them profusely?  What the heck do you do?!  Just writing about it makes me anxious. And, OH MAN, when I have to give a gift?  Torture.  For the last third of each year, I fret over what to get my family for Christmas.  I just want them to like my gift!  I'm all about practicality, so I always am drawn to practical gifts.  If I see a person has holes in their socks, I would get them a pack of Hanes socks (which is a gift I would love, although right now I have plenty of socks).  I don't want to get them some

I've got pretty nice neighbors, but they're not Olympians.  Olympians, by default, are better.  And, holy cow, do we have some attractive Olympians.  On that note, here's which US Olympians should move into my neighborhood, specifically on our street. 1) Men's Indoor volleyball. I've never noticed until today that all of them are just nice to look at.  Plus, volleyball is such a great, high morale, sport, I'm certain all the men on the team are super nice and encouraging. 2) Men's Diving.   I'm not entirely sure about the science behind their bikini bottoms, but if that's what's required then who am I to fight it?  These guys combine gymnastics with water sport.  Those are two things I wish I could do.  Okay, I actually don't mind that I can't do these things, but still.  I didn't know synchronized diving was in the Olympics until this year, but now I love watching it.  They have such fancy moves. 3) Men's

This is a blog post by some lady I don't know in regards to all this Chic-fil-a business.  It, basically, says everything I'm feeling but better than I could ever say it.  I don't have much else to say about it, but this: People  who believe homosexuality is a sin aren't all the same.  They all are not those Westboro people whose business is hating everyone and everything but themselves and their ideal of a Hateful God.  They all are not those people who feel the need to inform you of their every visit to Chic-fil-a. They all are not the people  who cause physical harm to homosexual people  carving them or beating them.   People who believe homosexuality is wrong are not all the same. People who believe homosexuality is not a sin aren't all the same.  They all are not homosexual  people who want the same rights as their fellow citizens of the world.  They all are not 'bleeding hearted' people  who feel so much sympathy for every marginalized people gro

Oops, I've been meaning to do this post all July, but kept forgetting.  Anyway, July is my Christian birthday month.  Last year I wrote out my testimony and am re-posting it to note my 11th year being a Christian.  Also, here's how I'm doing now in my walk with the Lord.

There's something quite rewarding about making food from scratch; to me, it makes it taste better.  I already know to make a few things and a couple days ago I finally made biscuits that turned out nice and fluffy; before, I hadn't been putting enough baking powder in there, so they were dense and gross.  So here's a list of things I intend to learn to make from scratch, I'd like to have a well rounded repertoire. 1) Falafel.   I love me some falafel.  It is so good and not terrible for you.  It would be so great to just have a hankering for it one day and instead of going out and looking for some, I just bust out some garbanzo beans and BOOM! make it happen. 2) Pie and Cobbler. I love pie and cobbler, so good.  I like pretending that it's good for me because of the fruit.  I would like to learn to make a pie from scratch by preparing the fruit and the crust instead of using store bought fruit filling and pre-made crust. 3)  Quiche.   I'm still not entirely