tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14402085146494550882024-03-06T21:33:57.527-06:00(flash) pasteurized{the daily ventures of a perfectionist living in an imperfect world}meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.comBlogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-18359775316059110272011-03-02T23:17:00.001-06:002011-03-02T23:25:17.440-06:00i'm a law slave and i've gone country. i know, it's all so overwhelming. i'll explain. (oh, and i have pictures, too, because i know you all all voyeurs)things that changed since we last spoke:<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>i got a macbook pro</b></u>. in case you aren't aware, this automatically means i'm cool. like really cool. and really popular. that's what steve job told me when he welcomed me to the super secret society of cool. it's apparently a "no-pcs-allowed" kind of club. discriminatory, i know. oh, and her name is "lola." "her" being being new macbook. lola just sounded sassy and fierce. just go with it.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>i got a new car</u></b>. my mom got a new car, so that means i did, too. (thanks, mom. and of course, dad, who pays for it all.) sweet gig. good thing i'm in love with the car because it looks like i'll be driving the thing until the wheels fall off. that'll probably be around the time i pay off my law school debt. (i hope and pray.) oh, and i named her (the car), too. snowball. her name is snowball. well, that's her nickname.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>i was really blessed to get an awesome legal internship for the summer</b></u>. sure, i'll be working for free and watching my bank account dwindle even further, but hey, it's a great position, and i'm stoked i got it.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>i've gone country</b></u>. well, not really, but i go out dancing -- two-stepping, to be precise -- at least once a week now. and i've been wearing cowgirl boots. for those of you who aren't from texas, particularly houston, houston has its HLSR (<a href="http://www.hlsr.com/">houston livestock show and rodeo</a>) at this time every year. and lemme tell you, it's AH.MAZING. so freaking fun. starts off with BBQs and cook-offs, then has concerts every night for two weeks straight. oh yeah, and there are lots of animals, and barrel races, and bull riding, and bronco riding, and a calf scramble when a hundred calves are set loose and these little country kids all run out into the arena and try to catch them. (wow, explaining that makes me sound real texan.) anyways, it's amazing and i love it and around these parts it's like christmas. honestly, i just like dancing and wearing the boots and cute dresses.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>i'm not as crazy as i was last semester</b></u>. last semester, i don't know how i wasn't locked up. seriously. first semester of law school made me crazy. like britney crazy. i even cut three inches off my own hair one night at 3am while i was studying for a final. see? britney crazy. anyways, now i'm better; by that i mean, i'm managing things better and the vast abyss of law school that was once so unknown and uncharted territory isn't quite so scary anymore. in fact, i'm actually semi-normal now and my friends don't think i'm dead.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>i will probably be crazy again in about a month</b></u>. probably less. finals start in two months. studying for finals starts like yesterday. and i have a appellate brief due in a month as well. law school finals are like college finals on HGH, steroids, and the machine that the dad used in that movie, "honey, i blew up the kids" all multiplied by a million. and then multiplied by a million again. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">i still read a lot of your blogs, i just don't comment because i'm normally reading them on my phone and i guess i have fat fingers or something, but it's kind of hard to type out comments on my iphone. i miss you all, too. thanks for sticking around even when i'm lamesauce.</div><br />
hearts.<br />
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<img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-10238359313734782902011-01-11T17:20:00.000-06:002011-01-11T17:20:59.318-06:00i won't say 'happy new year' since i'm 11 days late, so hello theregood news is: i'm still alive. first semester of law school didn't kill me - though it tried its hardest.<br />
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bad news is: round two starts back tomorrow. i've heard from thousands and thousands of people that "it gets better." well, you thousands and thousands of people, you better be right or i'm coming after each and every one of you.<br />
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i had an amazing month off of rest and relaxation with family and friends who had listed me as a missing person. here's what i did in bullet points (because let's be honest, no one wants to read):<br />
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- took pictures with santa with my siblings and santa said we were the oldest three siblings who had ever come to take their picture with him. i told him he could thank our mother.<br />
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- i read more non-law school books than i can count. ahhh, how i missed reading for enjoyment. <i>scarpetta</i>, by patricia cornwell, <i>the lincoln lawyer</i> by michael connelly, and <i>the mockingjay</i> by suzanne collins were probably my top three that i read.<br />
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- i watched every episode of law and order ever made as well as every episode of HGTV's house hunters. i can now predict with 100% accuracy who the killer is or what house the people will choose. not sure what that says about me. i think i'm psychic.<br />
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- i had an amazing time getting to spend time and going out with my friends. they surprisingly still loved me despite my lack of existing in the real world.<br />
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- this was one of the first year's my family didn't travel over the holidays and it was so great being home and having family come to us.<br />
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- i've recently started zumba where i'm learning to shake what my momma gave me and sculpt rock hard abs. at least, that's what my gay instructor tells me. and i believe him because i've seen him shake what his momma gave him and he has rock hard abs. <br />
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i've missed the blogging world and check in on a lot of you now and then to see what's going on in everyone's lives. hugs and kisses.<br />
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<img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-50635994501236809102010-11-10T15:45:00.002-06:002010-11-10T15:46:15.869-06:00if these people made it through law school, so can i. oh, and i'm getting old. like really old.<div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>the following people actually went to law school <em>and</em> subsequently passed the bar. scary, i know.</strong></div><br />
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ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?<br />
WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.<br />
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ATTORNEY: Now doctor , isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep , he doesn't know about it until the next morning?<br />
WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?<br />
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ATTORNEY: The youngest son , the 20-year-old , how old is he?<br />
WITNESS: He's 20 , much like your IQ.<br />
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ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?<br />
WITNESS: Are you shi**ing me?<br />
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ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?<br />
WITNESS: Yes.<br />
ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?<br />
WITNESS: Getting laid<br />
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ATTORNEY: She had three children , right?<br />
WITNESS: Yes.<br />
ATTORNEY: How many were boys?<br />
WITNESS: None.<br />
ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?<br />
WITNESS: Your Honor, I think I need a different attorney. Can I get a new attorney?<br />
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ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?<br />
WITNESS: By death..<br />
ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?<br />
WITNESS: Take a guess.<br />
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ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?<br />
WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard<br />
ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?<br />
WITNESS: Unless the Circus was in town I'm going with male.<br />
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ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?<br />
WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.<br />
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ATTORNEY: Doctor , how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?<br />
WITNESS: All of them.. The live ones put up too much of a fight.<br />
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ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral , OK? What school did you go to?<br />
WITNESS: Oral...<br />
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ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?<br />
WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 PM<br />
ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?<br />
WITNESS: If not , he was by the time I finished.<br />
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ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?<br />
WITNESS: Are you qualified to ask that question?<br />
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ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?<br />
WITNESS: No.<br />
ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?<br />
WITNESS: No.<br />
ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?<br />
WITNESS: No..<br />
ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?<br />
WITNESS: No.<br />
ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?<br />
WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.<br />
ATTORNEY: I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?<br />
WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>i died laughing reading this and i died laughing posting it. in other good news, i am stressed beyond anything i ever thought possible. and i'm pretty sure law school is making me irrational and crazy. and forgetful. well, i was crazy before, now i'm CUHRAZZZY. i keep putting the orange juice back in the cabinet where my glasses go. and the other day i microwaved my car keys instead of my green tea. oh, and i still haven't shaved my legs. i think my body feels sorry for me because my leg hair hasn't even grown back yet since i got them waxed.</strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>also, i will be a quarter of a century come monday, the 15th. (un)fortunately, my very happy birthday comes smack dab in the middle of writing my final legal memorandum as well as studying for finals. yuck. hugs and kisses, lovers.</strong></div><img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-61135282536753358942010-10-28T20:54:00.000-05:002010-10-28T20:54:40.731-05:00law school = hairy legs, lots of sugar, and charlie is back<div style="text-align: justify;">first year of law school forces you to neglect a variety of things. things you once held sacred and dear are taken over by the blob that is law school.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- i've stopped shaving my legs. it takes time and i'm lazy. so my vietnamese bff, ann, at my nail salon waxes them while i sit there and read contracts. she talks the entire time, too. as if her talking is going to distract me from ripping hair from my legs.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- my diet consists solely of sugar cookies and sweet potatoes. please don't be like my doctor and judge. she's convinced i'm going to turn myself into a diabetic before too long. i like sugar and i like sweet. what can i say.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- lest you have forgotten about charlie, he's baaaaaaaaaack!!! i see him almost nightly now, and he has been in a MOOD lately. for those of you who have forgotten charlie, or who didn't have the great pleasure of reading about charlie, here he is in all his pride and glory:<br />
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i've told him if he hasn't stopped scaring the bejeebies out of me, i'm going to turn him into one of these:<br />
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love and miss you all like a barnacle loves being on a humpback whale.<br />
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hugs and kisses.</div><br />
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<img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-6596706168922047452010-08-28T22:33:00.000-05:002010-08-28T22:33:24.107-05:00i'm a hairless cow. or that's what google told me.<div style="text-align: justify;">hokay, so here's the deal. i just finished week deux of law school <span style="font-size: x-small;">(law school is also know as - i'm going to not only take all of your money, but i am going to deprive you of any and all sleep, make you carry 4.36 million pound case books, stand up in class and recite one of the 7.83 million cases i assigned you the night before all while making you develop a stomach ulcer and hair loss due to stress)</span>. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i'm essentially going to school six days a week, thanks to these "highly recommended/basically mandatory" saturday seminars. let's just say i've gone from having a very limited life to a non-existent life. my limited human interaction involves teaching my 11th grade girls sunday school class sunday mornings. (p.s. do any of y'all have 16-17 year old girls or know any 16-17 year old girls? they are hysterical. and chatty. like even more chatty than i get when i ramble on to you guys in my post. i've been blessed with a great group of about ten girls this school year, so i'm excited to see how the year goes.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i guess i can't say it's all bad, though. i'm really, really loving the actual content of what i'm learning and how to actually apply the law. my passion for the law and and understanding it has only increased, so thank sweet Jesus i'm good at identifying my own interests. you'd be shocked to know, quite a few people start law school and quit after the first week or semester saying, "this crap wasn't what i signed up for." it's intense, suffice it to say.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">that being said, i miss you all like cuhrazy. i'll try to make the rounds when i can and i hope everyone is doing well.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">let me leave you with this - when i typed in the word "stress" in google images, this is what i came up with. weird. i think google is trying to tell me something, and i'd be stupid not to listen since google and wikipedia are pretty much geniuses and right all the time.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">i feel google may be predicting what i'm going to look like by the end of the year - a cow with no hair.</div><img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-49373419198969013422010-08-14T18:40:00.003-05:002010-08-14T18:45:30.873-05:00paying $100,000 to read, write, and not sleep. excellent choice.<div style="text-align: justify;">at the request of <a href="http://www.handbagsandhandguns.com/"><b>hotpantsTM</b></a>, i'm interrupting my regularly scheduled case briefing and reading to bring you this blog post. brief as it may be, it's still a post (with pictures, mind you) nonetheless.*</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">so here's the deal: my life is cuh-razy and i am bizzzay (that's crazy and busy, just in case you had trouble discerning my dirty street lingo). let me break it down like this - i recently posted this on <a href="http://surferwife23.blogspot.com/"><b>surferwoman's </b></a>facebook wall:</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">so that's it in a grammatically incorrect facebook post - i've been ridic busy reading my life away. kind of weird that i'm paying over $100,000 to read for hours on end (somehow have to remember <i>and</i> <u>apply</u>, more importantly, all of it).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and just because i know how much all of you freaky voyeurs like pictures, here's my desk - in shambles and unorganized omg:</div><br />
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and this is what bailey does while i study:<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">see, so there you have it, i'm a busy busy bee! a busy bee who misses and loves all of you and will definitely make the rounds to read your blogs and catch up in y'all's lives in my "spare" time!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">in other news, i start teaching 11th grade girls sunday school tomorrow which i'm super stoked about! and quasi has an MMA fight tonight in vegas. i'm a <i>littttle</i> nervous to say the least. i'll let you know how it all goes down. i'm bummed i couldn't be there to watch and support him, but mandatory law school orientation kind of cramped my style.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">*have you ever thought it's weird that "nonetheless" is all one word? i mean really, it's three separate words in one to build one mega run-on word. weird. or maybe not.</div><br />
<img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-45026322800422840482010-07-29T16:24:00.000-05:002010-07-29T16:24:44.361-05:00while my birthday is still four months away......i already know what i want:<br />
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p.s. it's a hedgehog, <i>not</i> a porcupine. <br />
and i've unofficially named him trevor. trevor the hedgehog. <br />
<img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com54tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-57583979102094590512010-07-22T10:33:00.003-05:002010-07-22T10:57:14.954-05:00changing - fearing not: out of egypt - into the promised land<div style="text-align: justify;">i need to share my heart today. it's raw, it's real, and it's unedited. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i wrote</span> this note on facebook back in march 2007... now three years and three months later, i found myself writing out the same thoughts in my journal last night. they are seem to be so applicable and true to where i am at in life right now. funny how life is often cyclical like that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>change</i>: 1. to make the form, nature, content, future course of (something) different from what it is or from what it would be if left alone; 2. to transform or convert</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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initially, i found 38 working definitions of the word change. i assume, though, that the first two are most applicable here, particularly the second.<br />
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many cringe at the word change, fearing it simply because, in most cases, we don't always know what that change might bring... we don't always want to deal with the repercussions and circumstances that will follow... we don't know if we're equipped to handle the new life that change will inevitably bring. or in some cases, we've grown comfortable in our lives and fear that change will severely jolt that sense of contentment and comfortable-ness.<br />
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while i don't necessarily shudder at the thought of change, i don't always embrace it with open arms simply because i'm not always ready for it... particularly the change that God is calling me to right now... He has been wrestling with my heart calling me back to Him... calling all of me, not just the pieces i've been giving Him. He wants more than the half-hearted prayers and half-hearted devotion and praise that i've been giving. <br />
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He's calling me to a complete and total transformation and conversion of my heart and mind... and to be honest, it's scary. complete and total trust. jumping in with both feet. leaving egypt and crossing the jordan river to the promised land. God doesn't want me to go back to egypt; and quite honestly, neither do i. but what is it about egypt i want? is it the predictability? is it the "comfort" of the "known" even if that reality wasn't good? or is it just the fact that the promised land is much to difficult for my mind to grasp and therefore scares the living you-know-what out of me?!<br />
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egypt: it's comfortable; day in and day out, we know it will always be the same, and for some strange reason, we find a twisted sense of comfort in that. it's because we're scared and we're living in fear rather than being patient and waiting on the Lord and fully trusting that He has an amazing will for our lives. i say i trust God with my mouth, but if i fully trusted Him i wouldn't still be wandering in the wilderness relying on myself to get me the heck out of here. it's because we do not fully grasp that Christ's sacrificial love has truly set us free. free from sin, free from shame and doubt, free from slavery. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">my prayer is that God rids me of myself. my selfish wants and desires - and replaces them with things that only HE desires to HIS purpose and kingdom. it's a painful process; particularly when we're fighting it. the phrase "letting go and letting God" seems so easy and simple. but for me, it's quite possibly one of the hardest things for me to do. i feel like a hypocrite saying with my lips, "Lord, i trust you," yet my actions and fleshly feelings are looking back to egypt. i kind of feel like i'm sitting on the border of egypt and the promise land - one foot in each, waiting to take that first step. and i will; i know i will. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">trust and complete obedience. i have grown fairly content with my half-hearted little life... i haven't been happy, but i haven't been sad either... i've just kind of existed doing nothing for the kingdom of God... doing nothing for my Lord who i profess to have given my life to... which now just seems to be that i have only been giving Him pieces of me. and i hate that. i hate it more than anything. God doesn't deserve my leftovers... He doesn't deserve the half-hearted worship i've been giving Him... so right now, He is calling me to change... calling me to a transformation of heart and soul and a committed spirit to Him. to no longer fear what i do not know or understand... to quit my sins of omission and dedicate my life to Him alone.<br />
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there is no fear in love. but perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. the one who fears is not made perfect in love. -1 john 4:18<br />
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i am neither fearless nor fearful. i am simply "fearing not" for He is my God.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-3215776589891361532010-07-20T11:51:00.002-05:002010-07-20T12:52:17.095-05:00the most important tidbit of news you will hear all weekgo read and watch <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-latin-america-10692772"><b>this</b></a></span> now.<br />
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and then come back and tell me what you're going to do about it.<br />
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</div><img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-72644977045811815642010-07-15T11:07:00.001-05:002010-07-15T11:09:24.289-05:00fashion, facial hair, and frail "beauty"<div style="text-align: justify;">alright ladies <span style="font-size: x-small;">(and the few select awesome men who read my shenanigans)</span>, we need to have a chat. a chat about fashion, facial hair <span style="font-size: x-small;">(specifically facial hair on women)</span>, and what our culture views as beauty. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">here's the thing, i realize that the human body is 100% covered in a fine, thin layer of hair. i get that. and most women either wax, thread, pluck, or bleach their eyebrows and lips. it's normal, it's natural, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. THIS, however, is a little different...</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">am i the only one who finds this both something disturbing and disgusting, not to mention itchy?</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">is she carrying a plate?</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">this has nothing to do with facial hair because i am less concerned about the woman <span style="font-size: x-small;">(yes, that is a woman)</span> walking down the center of the runway and more concerned about the chick in the red shorts on the left-hand side of the runway. she looks starving and very ill. maybe i'm missing the point of "fashion" and the "beauty" of looking like skeletor; but i am sickened that our society and fashion world often views bones and skin as beauty and fashionable. yes, i realize that many men and women are naturally very thin - God created us all different with a specific purpose in mind; but no human being is naturally bone thin.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwB9bOzqo4tGstaGzyw6ugCO-DjTjPIbEbGYkMb1e0hvOUVYALnlKPt3GObsXVp82eEfefuGBacYi8ecC-bqcShE0gI2eEDNEeewQzzzhkwIXICk4s5rZ7sm_cXlTRPIMvl5HtSDMwRSs/s1600/beard+7+designer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwB9bOzqo4tGstaGzyw6ugCO-DjTjPIbEbGYkMb1e0hvOUVYALnlKPt3GObsXVp82eEfefuGBacYi8ecC-bqcShE0gI2eEDNEeewQzzzhkwIXICk4s5rZ7sm_cXlTRPIMvl5HtSDMwRSs/s400/beard+7+designer.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">and here's the mastermind behind it all - patrick mohr. mohr is known for his strange selection of models, often choosing homeless people off the streets to create his vision, for example.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">there are two things i would say to this guy:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. patrick, i get that you're an artist. or a fashion designer. or whatever. i get that your into androgyny. i get that you want to be unique and different and and push the envelope in order to create "art." to that i say, that's cool. your "art" most definitely isn't my thing, but to each their own. you probably don't like the fact that i love to shave my legs. we can agree to disagree and still live in harmony. i like that your living your dream.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. while the facial hair is beyond disgusting and androgyny isn't really my thing because i love actually looking like a woman, what concerns me most is that 90% of your models look sick. like near death, frail, malnourished sick. like the kind of sick where they should be in a hospital getting treatment, not on a runway parading their skeleton around as something of beauty. just my two cents.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">you can check it all out <a href="http://nymag.com/daily/fashion/2010/07/berlin_fashion_week_slideshow.html">here</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><br />
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<img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-65587534684077849872010-07-12T10:18:00.000-05:002010-07-12T10:18:45.383-05:00remember when i was gone for so long? well, this is where i was: camp in photographic review.<div style="text-align: justify;">i had over 200 pictures from the week at camp, but i'll spare you and just put some of them. the week was absolutely amazing, and i'm already counting down the days when i get to go back!!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXiNdLmuIGFtUJhnSho0IcRnDlBK8mhfkFkRp4QDmSoyzHgHtqavFii9uT8hHSygEFODpTzWeOybiojScenQ6-HteRwijaATX-WCk63XuQMmUfNiMCI5pcWQsuW3S-tLbKLz4sopoNlS0/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXiNdLmuIGFtUJhnSho0IcRnDlBK8mhfkFkRp4QDmSoyzHgHtqavFii9uT8hHSygEFODpTzWeOybiojScenQ6-HteRwijaATX-WCk63XuQMmUfNiMCI5pcWQsuW3S-tLbKLz4sopoNlS0/s640/011.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">camp eagle on the nueces river in the texas hill country</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaCku7dERZhTYDo5QqVvTLa1uSpI7I2iONIKrgrcWOUy7xeCP1KwYp0-9Xcz_klcZ8A5idh3FbAVO9IrH21S3PSOSH2sHPf28WCc_Xb8NM9du1KQF3pWO7vpc85r17P9d7CVepy5CnoQ/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaCku7dERZhTYDo5QqVvTLa1uSpI7I2iONIKrgrcWOUy7xeCP1KwYp0-9Xcz_klcZ8A5idh3FbAVO9IrH21S3PSOSH2sHPf28WCc_Xb8NM9du1KQF3pWO7vpc85r17P9d7CVepy5CnoQ/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">"acquire the tire" = a sort of wrestle tog-of-war game that consists of mud, rocks, mayonnaise, syrup, chocolate sauce, powdered sugar, bbq sauce, pickle relish, baked beans, fruit loops, ranch dressing, and lots of battle wounds. it's way dirty and way disgusting.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(lil bro's on the left)</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">the pictures don't really do the week justice. let's just say it was one of the most amazing weeks of my life and since then, my life has truly been different and i'm so grateful that i was able to go.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">happy monday everyone! it's gonna be ridiculously busy from here on out for me. wrapping up a series of projects at work and interviewing candidates for my position.</div></div><br />
<img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-50793463677314187692010-07-07T11:06:00.000-05:002010-07-07T11:06:17.426-05:00remember me??<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYPbIXD2O4O3Blh0HXgH4n7fNzP2rxm3RORh8p8DGHxyWCZ4E-c2TlGTNP08Jub81wUr1yL9pJU012fMljIFgPlZOo08MKP3HcNNCV1n28pLkUzIiB5MEMRTOmnYDQ3vLvvW6LhMMe3wQ/s1600/i-miss-you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYPbIXD2O4O3Blh0HXgH4n7fNzP2rxm3RORh8p8DGHxyWCZ4E-c2TlGTNP08Jub81wUr1yL9pJU012fMljIFgPlZOo08MKP3HcNNCV1n28pLkUzIiB5MEMRTOmnYDQ3vLvvW6LhMMe3wQ/s320/i-miss-you.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">my loverlies. you may or may not remember me. let's get re-aquainted, since i know some of you feel like orphan children (i'm talking to you, surferwoman and jessypants). i left for camp and have since been on sabbatical from blogging for a few weeks. it wasn't really planned, it kind of just happened.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i've been going through <i>a lot</i> of life changes recently, and quite honestly, i'm having trouble keeping up with them myself. in the past three weeks, i have grown and become strengthened in ways i never thought possible. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i'm not intentionally being vague, i'm just still feeling both overwhelmed and incredibly excited about the amazing things God has for me in my life. pretty much everything that could change in a person's life has changed, so i just need to get my bearings again.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">just yesterday in fact, i told the CEO of my company that my last day of employment with them would be at the end of this month. i'll begin law school mid-august. i am hastily helping them find an amazing replacement. this next couple of weeks will probably prove to be a whirlwind, but i approach these changes with open arms. my faith has been renewed and strengthened and my course in life has been set.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">thank you all for your sweet messages. i promise not to leave again without warning!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">x's and o's to you all.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">images via google and we heart it</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">i promise, i'll be back before you know it!!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-86898208294737358442010-06-17T09:36:00.003-05:002010-06-25T22:17:55.450-05:00FINALLY news you can use #21: the best thing that happens every four years - the WORLD CUP, yo<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgbA4TPcUdJe0N17yaJIofup2H9DJUi8M4xRXdwKOObypNPnNTrmMqPJXpfkutmneCTt3wcFOv7Q2gDqpCG6XHoVv_oRnrrGbtaOWV_K-PuwOokRZviaSaZ8DJQFXPtZ6sy0lQHfTJRM/s1600/news+you+can+use.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgbA4TPcUdJe0N17yaJIofup2H9DJUi8M4xRXdwKOObypNPnNTrmMqPJXpfkutmneCTt3wcFOv7Q2gDqpCG6XHoVv_oRnrrGbtaOWV_K-PuwOokRZviaSaZ8DJQFXPtZ6sy0lQHfTJRM/s320/news+you+can+use.jpg" /></a></div>because i'm getting ready to leave you all for SO long <span style="font-size: x-small;">(a whole week!!! ::gasps fill the blogosphere::)</span>, i thought it was only fair for me to show you my love by providing you with some very important <i>news you can use!</i> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">by now, you've probably forgotten what that even is, so let me remind you: some of you don't have time to or choose not to keep yourself in the know about important events. no need to fear, in each edition of <i>news you can use!</i> i supply you with only the very best weekly news. this news includes - but is not limited to - such important things as: world news, famies news, movie news, reality tv news, interesting and weird happenings news, things i happen to find important or freakishly cool news, and my news <span style="font-size: x-small;">(aka - what's going on in my life news)</span>. i know. all really exciting stuff. so sit back, grab a grande skinny vanilla soy latte or a bottle of wine and know you are will be more informed after reading this. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">please know that this week's edition is going to be a little different; really, the only <i>news you can use!</i> right now revolves around the world cup. and of course, the most gorgeous world cup players. i'll give a little background and some facts on the players and teams, though i'm sure <a href="http://www.bawesomeinstead.com/"><b>hutch </b></a>will be the only one who actually <i>reads</i> that. the rest of you will just be looking, jaw-dropped and the pictures. (and by the way, i'm half italian and half swiss; clearly, the italians take the cake on this whole contest.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">p.s. i recently joined a really sweet gym and signed up for some personal training sessions. i'm planning to do a lot of intense cardio kickboxing courses as well as some MMA (mixed martial arts) training techniques. my first class was last night and i can barely lift my arms today. i'm considering taking a page out of <a href="http://shandalslifein3d.blogspot.com/">shandal's</a> book and posting some before and after type pics. the thing is, i'm not sure how much my body is really going to change, at least in terms of weight. i'm not looking to lose any weight, i'm just looking to get ripped <span style="font-size: x-small;">(haha!)</span> and really toned. 'm not doing p90x or any type of video training, so i'm wondering if i posted before and after pics would just be lame. what do y'all think?? yea or nay??</div></div></div><br />
<img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-5063650619354201022010-06-17T09:06:00.000-05:002010-06-17T09:06:48.808-05:00and the giveaway winner is...<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.anutinanutshell.com/">blue violet from a nut in a nutshell</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">congrats, lady!! </div><br />
*i used random.org to choose a winner<br />
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p.s. <i>news you can use!</i> coming later today :)<br />
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<img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-18318000733892333462010-06-16T14:00:00.001-05:002010-06-16T14:02:10.848-05:00remember the photobooth pictures i mentioned yesterday? please don't judge.<div style="text-align: justify;">yesterday i mentioned that i went to my ZTA big sis' wedding in austin, tx this past weekend. it was a beautiful, outdoor (albeit a <i>little</i> warm and humid) and the bride was stunning. i also mentioned that as the party favor for the guests was a photobooth. let's just say quasi and i went to the photobooth more than once. i put them in order of when they were taken. you can tell where this was headed as the night wore on. please, no judging; only pointing and laughing:</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">pee ess - don't forget... today's the last day to enter my <a href="http://flashpasteurized.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-ever-say-i-didnt-do-anything-for.html"><b>giveaway</b></a> yo!!</span></div><img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-83492646879759834082010-06-15T11:28:00.001-05:002010-06-15T11:28:21.766-05:00i miss you. you miss me. it's time to catch up a little.<div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">gahhhh, to say i miss you all is a gross understatement. work and life in general have been a whirlwind. since work is ultra unexciting for those of you not interesting in politics and environmental sustainability, let's get personal.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">- i had a huge work even last week that consumed my life for a good solid 72 hours. the event was a great success, so it paid off. getting a mani-pedi and massage afterward was nice, too.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">- i spent the weekend in austin <span style="font-size: x-small;">(my fave city in texas)</span> at a sorority sister's wedding. she got married at this awesome venue that specializes in serving only organic food. totally up my alley. it was great getting to see and catch up with old sorority sisters and friends. i forgot my camera <span style="font-size: x-small;">(something i <i>nevvvvver</i> do)</span>, but fortunately they had a photobooth which quasi and i had tons of fun in. i'll try to scan the photobooth pics and post them soon.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">- i'm headed to the lake on friday for a company "team retreat." should be interesting... </div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">- then on sunday, i leave for church camp for... get ready for it... A WHOLE WEEK. i'm going as a camp sponsor for a whole week in the hill-country-middle-of-nowhere-texas-with-no-access-to-cell-phone-service-or-internet for a sold week. crazy, i know.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>** don't forget - <a href="http://flashpasteurized.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-ever-say-i-didnt-do-anything-for.html">CSN stores giveaway</a> ends tomorrow!!</b></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>** </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-13244019593288665622010-06-09T08:54:00.004-05:002010-06-09T11:08:45.367-05:00don't ever say i didn't do anything for you. giveaway time, my loverlies. *CSN stores $40 gift card*<div style="text-align: justify;">i was recently laying on one of my <a href="http://www.bedroomfurniture.com/Platform-Beds-C90744.html">platform beds</a> checking emails when i received a message from CSN stores asking if i'd be interested in either doing a review of one of their products or a giveaway on my blog for my readers. duh, i am always thinking of you guys, so i went with the second option.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">for those of you who don't know or who are not familiar with amazingness that is CSN stores, i highly recommend you to get familiar with these stores. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">seriously, have you ever checked out any of their websites?? (<a href="http://www.csnstores.com/">CSN stores</a>, <a href="http://www.allmodern.com/">all modern</a>, <a href="http://www.cookware.com/">cookware</a>, or <a href="http://www.luxebycsn.com/">luxe by CSN stores</a>) i'm not kidding you - they have everything you can think of. their website is seriously your one-stop shop kinda place. wanting something for yourself? got it. your mother-in-law? done. your house, your kid, your dog, your bird, your tarantula, your backyard, your boss, your family member who is impossible to shop for?? i promise they have stuff for all of them, too. don't believe me? check it out for yourself:</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">ladies, got a hot date and you need a new pair of fierce heels? go <a href="http://www.luxebycsn.com/Shop-All-Womens-Footwear-l1510-c296095.html">here</a>.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>see something you like up there? well, lucky for one of you, CSN stores if offering one of (flash)'s readers a <span style="color: red;">$40 gift card</span> to get whatever your little heart desires!</b></span> </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>all you have to do is follow tha rules:</b></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>entry 1.</b> you must be a follower of my blog in order to win. following is easy. leave a comment telling me you're a follower and be sure and check out one of CSN stores' websites (<a href="http://www.csnstores.com/">CSN stores</a>, <a href="http://www.allmodern.com/">all modern</a>, <a href="http://www.cookware.com/">cookware</a>, or <a href="http://www.luxebycsn.com/">luxe by CSN stores</a>)<span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"> </span></span>and tell me what you'd get if you won. (mandatory entry)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>for extra entries:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>entry 2. </b>follow me on twitter (1 extra entry)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>entry 3.</b> tweet about this giveaway and be sure to include @flashpasteurize and link to this post in your tweet (1 extra entry)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>entry 4-5.</b> grab my button and put it on your sidebar (2 extra entries)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>entry 6-7. </b>blog about this giveaway and link back to this post (2 extra entries)</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>you've got up to 7 ways you can be entered! giveaway ends next wednesday, june 16th and a random winner will be chosen and announced the following day.</b></div><br />
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<img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com84tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-5531668618212934072010-06-07T11:51:00.007-05:002010-06-07T11:58:12.557-05:00little brother graduates from high school. it's a really big deal.<div style="text-align: justify;">this weekend was a whirlwind of graduation activities for my little brother. i seriously can't believe in less than two months he will be moving away from home and off to college. he may be bigger than me and playing college football next year, but he'll always be my little brother.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">congrats, little bro!! i'm so proud of you!!</div><br />
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<img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-13514001280176127232010-06-01T14:08:00.001-05:002010-06-01T14:10:32.484-05:00with summertime comes animals and bugs that suck my blood. and no, i am not talking about the cullens or salvatore brothers.<div style="text-align: justify;">the little critters and animals in and around my neighborhood are starting to get to me. seriously, i know how the actors in <i>avatar</i> must have felt because i'm pretty sure i live in pandora. in the forest. with lots of scary, teeth-baring animals that like to come out and play at night.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">in addition to small rodents, i am also seriously hating things that crawl and/or fly. with summertime <span style="font-size: x-small;">(i.e. 100-plus degree temperatures and 110% humidity)</span> now upon us, texas-sized, bloodsucking mosquitoes are out in full force. i know you guys live all over the country and globe, and you too have your fair share of indigenous creepy crawlies, but i guarantee you, the mosquitoes i have recently seen flying around my home <span style="font-size: x-small;">(and sometimes even into.my.freaking.house.) </span>are seriously HUGE. like the size of small birds.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">and i feel like every time i go into or out of my house, at least one mosquito flies in and i can't find the little bloodsucker. so when i wake up in the morning, i've been waking up with a new bite!! i can't use raid or bug spray because it sends me into a coughing/asthma/throat attack, so instead think i may need to invest in a mosquito net to ward off that one or two pesky needle-flying creature.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">here's the thing, i HATE mosquitoes. like really really hate them. so i'm going to put a sign over my front door that goes something like this: </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">that'll keep 'em away, i just know it. as for the little rodents and critters, i'll come up with something and get back to you.</div><img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-5657436477660068522010-05-28T13:11:00.000-05:002010-05-28T13:11:12.536-05:00it's a huge holiday today and you don't even know it...happy national hamburger day!! how will you celebrate??<br />
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<img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-17192535138196961342010-05-21T11:02:00.002-05:002010-05-22T18:11:12.290-05:00where i'll be the next five days...<div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4tVdRWsmUibP9nU4YUDS_t3T7VYt7CyG2A5kfI1nRnMwzcXfVFK8P3xWUD8xZVfIdbeusXygAWcTKseVnq1y5U5u8tYaWEJuRFxjqjLrTN42U1nf9zHLQHvQkcz9Yi4MNPmYPpordNI/s1600/here's+where+i%27ll+be.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4tVdRWsmUibP9nU4YUDS_t3T7VYt7CyG2A5kfI1nRnMwzcXfVFK8P3xWUD8xZVfIdbeusXygAWcTKseVnq1y5U5u8tYaWEJuRFxjqjLrTN42U1nf9zHLQHvQkcz9Yi4MNPmYPpordNI/s400/here's+where+i%27ll+be.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
okay, i know. i've been the world's worst blogger. (flash) pasteurized has been neglected for the better half of the week and it's all because work has been an absolute nightmare. i've been going 90mph all week long (both figuratively and literally on the highway everyday). </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">my little sister is graduating from 5th grade today!! she's so excited. being a middle schooler next year is a big freaking deal. not sure if you guys were aware. then wayyy later tonight (like at 11:00 p.m. - way past my bedtime), i'm speaking to a group of 200 junior high kids at my church. middle schoolers are a tough crowd, so i'm actually kinda nervous.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">anyways, i needed a mini-getaway vacay before i lost my mind entirely. quasi kindly obliged, of course. we leave on sunday after church! i'm going to spend lots of time sleeping, shopping, eating, laying out by the pool, and probably checking work emails. i promise to come back with some decent pics!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Meredith" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-61591973932147326322010-05-18T08:54:00.001-05:002010-05-18T09:14:43.882-05:00meet me for brunch at saks??<div style="text-align: justify;">clever title, huh?? that's right friends, i'm guesting at <a href="http://brunchatsaks.blogspot.com/2010/05/guest-blogger-meredith-from-flash.html"><b>brunch at saks</b></a> today so meet me over there. you get to see me wielding a drill. go and you'll see what i mean.</div><br />
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<img alt="Meredith" class="centered" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll261/mrs0930/signature_flash.png" />meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18348636079472277346noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440208514649455088.post-30333759320277656412010-05-17T12:02:00.001-05:002010-05-28T12:37:58.264-05:00an open letter to the elementary school crossing guard who is out to get me EVERY.SINGLE.MORNING.dear miss/ms./mrs.<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (though i'm 99.9999% sure you are a "miss")</span> elementary school crossing guard who is out to get me EVERY SINGLE MORNING:<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">here's the deal. i'm going to cut to the chase. you are out to get me and i know it AND i don't like it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">EVERY SINGLE MORNING i drive into my parents' neighborhood to drop my fur baby off at her mimi's. i know you know this because you see me drive into the neighborhood EVERY SINGLE MORNING with a bat-eared fur nugget hanging out of my back window; and then you see me exit the neighborhood sans bat-eared nugget. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">once you see my car coming you immediately stop traffic. and by "traffic," i really just mean you stand right in front of MY car shaking the stop sign and a flash light at me. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> (not to change the subject, but can i ask what's the deal with the flashlight?? it is daylight outside, you know.) </span> you proceed to mean mug me for the next 20-30 seconds. i look around and, what do you know!? there are NO children waiting to cross the street. so why do you insist on making me stop and wait for 5 minutes?? the only explanation i can come up with is that you are out to get me. so we sit there staring at each other waiting for children to come and cross the street.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i realize holding up a fake stop sign and wearing a bright orange reflector vest is a big freaking deal. i get that. you take your job seriously. i take my job seriously, too. too bad my job doesn't involve a stop sign or a reflector vest. i'll have to talk to my clients about that. please don't think i'm trivializing your job, because i'm not. i take children's safety very seriously, and i'm glad to see that you <i>obviously</i> do, too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i promise i'm not going to run any kids over. or their parents or their dogs who dart out in the middle of the street. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(please tell the parents to put "fido" on a dang leash, by the way.) </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">anyways, point is, you are my entrance into the neighborhood and you are also my exit out of it, so can we please just be friends? no? okay, fine. then at the very least for the love of Jesus, mary, joseph, and all the twelve disciples, can you puhh-lease stop weilding that stop sign out in front of my car like a damn sword. you make me 10 minutes late to work nine out of ten mornings and i know you do it because you hate me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i promise i will not run you over, but if this keeps up, we're going to have serious problems, woman.</div><br />
love, reflector vests, and flashlights,<br />
meredith.<br />
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