This should be an lj-cut: did it work
If it didn’t work, I’m so frustrated because I can’t frickin’ figure out how to do it!
When I previewed it, it didn’t seem to work, but I’m going to post and see what happens. If it doesn’t work, will an lj veteran please explain how the hell to do it?
I’m hoping that there’s a picture with my name now. It took me a long time but I think I figured it out. I don’t know who this guy is, but he came up when I typed Shannon in google images.
I stole this from someone on sippycup’s friends page. I thought it was fun, so thanks to pillyring whoever you are.
A is for age: 23 for about two more months
B is for boyfriend: Brian
C is for career: I’m a poverty-level VISTA right now
D is for dad’s name: Mark
E is for essential item to bring to a party: or perhaps not go at all!
F is for favorite song at the moment: the whole Michael Jackson cd Robin burned me
G is for good movie you recently saw: Garden State, which I’ve already recommended all around
H is for hometown: Middleville, go Trojans..
I is for instruments you play: flute and piccolo; a small amount of: piano, guitar, clarinet, recorder
J is for jewel that you like: I’m not partial to wearing any jewels, but I’ve recently embraced my birthstone(turquoise),which I used to think was hideous. That’s more of a gemstone than a jewel though right?
K is for kids: my favorite kids in the world are Delaney, Camren, Caleigh and Kyron
L is for living arrangements: as a VISTA I live with a community member, Mary. She’s way cool, but her kids hate me
M is for mom’s name: Jill
N is for number of people you’ve slept with: proud to say only one
O is for overnight hospital stays: let’s see, my birth, tonsils, dehydration….3
P is for phobia[s]: bugs and spiders, any kind of doctor, being attacked.
Q is for quote you like: “Can I have a salad with no beggs or acon?” -my sister’s friend Lindsey
R is for right, what’s on your right: file cabinet, bookcase, the door of my office.
S is for say something, anything: A little something into the camera (name the movie..)
T is for time you wake up: 7:05 if I’m at my house, 7:15 if I’m at Brian’s.
U is for unique trait(s): I hate questions about what makes me unique. Not one thing, the combination of all things ‘Shannon’ makes me unique.
V is for vegetable you love: peas.
W is for worst habit: yodeling in the shower. not really
X is for x-rays you’ve had: some for my kidney problem, some for my gall bladder problem, some for that foot problem I had once.
Y is for yummy food you make: wait, make food? Does heating up soup in the microwave count?
Z is for zodiac sign: Sagittarius.
(I had this all different and kind of cool, but my rich text mode is malfunctioning, so just deal with the blandness!)
I slept all weekend, it was great. I slept in until past 11 on Saturday, then took a few catnaps throughout the day. Sunday I slept in again, and took a longer nap in the afternoon. Bliss, truly. Except then I was grumpy and groggy all weekend, and everyone thought I was mad at them.
Saturday night I was thisclose to eating a squirrel/rabbit/deer/possibly possum barbecue mixture. Brian and I went to a Roadkill Barbecue at the home of someone he works with. (You have to do these social things once in awhile–no matter how strange they seem–just so you know you’re not completely recluse!) He (the someone Brian works with) tried to get me to eat his specialty without revealing its contents. I agreed to try a little, thinking it was just venison, but said I’d get some later. I probably would have tasted it had he persisted, but thankfully he bought my story that I’d be back for a bite in a little while. Thank God! I found out later what was in this gourmet dish, and said a silent thank you that I hadn’t tried it. Squirrel!! Come on! The only meat I ate that night was summer sausage with cheese and crackers. Brian and I brought that, so I knew it was safe. I wouldn’t even try what they were calling chicken..I don’t trust someone who walks around in a Roadkill Cafe t-shirt.
I’m proud to say that Brian and I dominated the beanbag toss game much of the evening. We beat team after team of challengers until it was too dark to play. We even kicked the so-called, never-miss-a-toss pro’s ass. More than once! Okay, he was drunk, but we still rocked.
We saw The Forgotten this weekend, too. The popcorn was good, but the movie sucks. Please don’t see it.
I got flowers yesterday. The last time I got flowers was Feb 13, 2003. I remember because it was the day before Valentine’s Day, and he did that because he knows about my mockery of V-day. No, I’m not the kind of girl who needs flowers every other day. That’d be too easy, and besides they die. But fresh flowers are a nice way to make a statement once in awhile. Thanks.
Congrats to Justin, he figured it out. No idea how, except that he’s a genius. I got that little ditty as part of a session on literacy. That, supposedly, is what it’s like to be illiterate. A bunch of words that don’t seem to go together. But when you read it aloud (redid allowed), you can hear “Twas the Night Before Christmas.” When illiterate people have something read to them, they comprehend it. But when they read it silently themselves, as Justin stated, it’s gibberish.
Now for the prize–you didn’t give me enough time to think of what it would be. You figured out the problem too fast! So we’ll have to discuss your compensation later.
I’ve been having a problem lately with writing “too”. I always spell it wrong when I’m zipping away on the keyboard. With only one ‘o’. I’ve caught most of them, but forgive me if any entries or emails have contained an incorrect “too” lately. It’s just a phase I’m sure.
Can anybody guess what this is:
Tweeze denied beef worker isthmus, winnow Trudy how’s
Know agreed juries during, gnaw Tiffany moss
This talking swear unbided Gemini wit cairn
Hint opus scenic (alas!) sinewy dare.
Unjelled runner nozzle tools smuggling deer butts
Well fission unshoe kerplunks thence endear huts.
Anemometer cur chiffon dyeing mayhap,
Adjust subtle warp reins fairy loin winger snap.
Winnow taunted launderer roast sachet glitter
Ice brine bromide bet deucey woodwinds schemata.
I got this at Service Leadership Camp this weekend. I’ll give you a prize if you can figure it out. Answer to come later…
Fun for the day: I was browsing MSN and found a list of celebrity children’s names. I’m fascinated by naming, so I thought I’d share a few. Most of these are horrible, but some I would maybe even consider for my own children, if I didn’t already have them picked out 
Jett
Rumer, Scout, and Tallulah
Diezel and Denim
Speck Wildhorse and Hud
Pilot Inspektor
Audio Science
Moon Unit, Dweezil and Diva
Tiger Lily, Fifi Trixibelle, Peaches Honeyblossom, and Pixie
Banjo
Aurelius
Lyric and Zephyr
Kyd
Reignbeau (ah, tricky) and Freedom
Jermajesty
I kind of like Jett, Scout, and Aurelius. What do ya’ll think? (I’m still trying to incoporate ya’ll into my dialect.)
Another fun weekend. Went home again, this time for a baby shower. But that wasn’t until Sunday. Saturday I went to the Middleville Heritage Days parade. Was anyone else cool there? I know all you TK grads were in attendance, admit it. It was nice though because I took Delaney, and she sat on the ground between my legs the whole time and scrunched her body into me whenever loud firetrucks (or farm equipment) went by. And we collected a whole frisbee-full of candy for her! Later we went to the actual Heritage Days celebration (which is strangely now at Page instead of ‘downtown’), but it sucked. Found my brother and his fiancee and their kids though. They all came to my dad’s to hang out. It was so great, we had Delaney and Camren (little sister and brother, 3 and half and just over 1), Caleigh and Kyron (neice and nephew, 2 and a half and 1 month), and then Rowdy and Rona (the two kitties) running around. It was great and made me so happy to be there. Took lots of pictures.
That night I went downtown with Matt and Robin. We ate at Sanchez, a place I’ve always wanted to try. It was pretty good, but far too expensive for my taste. It was a good one-timer. Oh and the sangria…I wish we had time for another pitcher. Then to Celebration for some music. We couldn’t find Ah-Nab-Awen Park (guys, apparently it’s the one by Gerald R. Ford museum, the one by the river with the big mounds and stuff), so we watched TBA and someone else at Rosa Parks Circle. Me and Matt are getting some cigars next time we hang out.
I got my hair chopped this weekend too. I was just going to get a trim, but as soon as I sat down I told my mom to chop it off (yes my mom still cuts my hair), so it’s just below my chin. Now, I don’t consider this a drastic change, it was probably only like 4-5 inches, and my head will grow that back in 4-5 months. But I come to work today and everyone comments on the haircut. No real compliments, just a bunch of “Oh, you cut your hair…” The thing is, I always wore it in a flipped-over ponytail anyway, so it’s not like anyone really saw how long it was or anything. This is not a drastic change people, just an exaggerated trim. Nobody even noticed when I dyed my hair a few months ago after having the same color hair for like 5 years straight (last time I dyed was freshman year of college). I don’t think a cut is that much more dramatic than a simple dye, but apparently I’m wrong. I hate the kind of attention you get when you cut your hair. I hate it so much that I almost never change my appearance. I think it’s because I’m such a plain person to begin with that people notice little changes I make. “Are you wearing makeup?” “Oh, you’re wearing a skirt!” “Did you cut your nails?” “One of your eyelashes seems to have fallen out.” SHUT UP I KNOW!
What I hate the most is when people comment on my weight. Let me make an annoucement so that this will never happen again: my weight flucuates 5-10 pounds easily. So if I look a few pounds lighter than the last time you saw me, don’t get too excited because it’ll be back in a week. People are always saying “Oh you look like you’re losing weight” and then the next time the see me they say nothing because I’ve gained the 3 pounds back. When you comment on how I’ve lost weight, I know you notice that I’ve gained it. These people, I believe, are the true weight watchers! I’d rather just not hear about it. From now on, unless I have a pre-pubescent waif-like body, don’t comment. It’s not like I’m huge anyway, geez!
My head feels like it’s about to explode. This weekend my uncle told me this story about one of his students who was having leg pains. He went to the doctor and it was discovered that he had some rare condition that caused his muscles to swell beyond the capacity of his leg. They had to cut his calf open from the back of his knee to his ankle, and the muscle exploded out of the massive incision like a side of beef (that’s actually how he described it to me). That’s about how my head feels right now. Scalpel…
Awhile ago I saw the movie Garden State and loved it. And now that I have this venue for speaking to the world (yes I believe the whole world reads my journal), I want to encourage others to see it. Zach Braff, you know, the guy from Scrubs, wrote, directed and starred in the movie, and I’m so impressed with his film debut. I might even go see it again, which would be a direct violation of my strict policy not to see movies in the theatre more than once. But I could go for some theatre popcorn anyway, so I’ll let you know if I cave. Anyway, go see it.
For some reason I’m struggling with this livejournal stuff. I can’t seem to get anything to do what I want it to. For instance, I thought I had changed my settings and layout and everything, but then it looked totally different than it was supposed to! So if any of you livejournal veterans have suggestions, please fill me in.
This weekend I went home to visit some family, and to go camping with Robin’s family. Here are some highlights:
1-Matt Alvarez came by the campsite to visit everyone. We used to hang out quite a bit, but I haven’t seen him in a long time. He looks great, and it was really nice to catch up with him.
2-Played volleyball with Robin, her sisters Shannon and Bonny, Bonny’s boyfriend Mark, Matt A. and the McMurray’s cousins, Tyler and Justin. We were absolutely horrible, but I laughed the whole time. That’s all that matters, in my uncompetitive life at least. However, we rearranged teams at least four times, and I’m the only person that was ALWAYS on the losing team. What does that say about my volleyball skills?
3-Got to use my dad’s new hot tub! I’ve been craving a hot tub all year, so it was nice on my chronically painful back.
4-My dad got two kittens! A girl and a boy, both grey tiger cats, and I love them. Kelli named her cat (the girl) Rona, which was just a random utterance from Delaney (who speaks her own language–Delanian–I swear), but we all agreed it was a damn good name for this kitty. The boy is Delaney’s, and she struggled with a name for him, changing it every few hours. We went from Jigglywax to Shalova to who knows what else. It was Dragon for nearly a whole day, then she decided he didn’t need a name at all. Finally she settled on Crowdy. However, that’s a horrible name that only a goofy 3-year old, such as herself, would consider. So I’ve been calling him Rowdy (which is a perfectly ironic name as he is rather subdued), and I’m hoping everyone else picks up on it too. So Rona and Rowdy, how cute.
Overall, it was a fun weekend and I’m glad I decided to go home. Middleville, how I can’t get away from thee! Unfortunately the long weekend did nothing to revive me, and I am feeling even more unmotivated than last week.
No, I didn’t mean ‘de-virginized’ that way. That happened some time ago. I just meant that this is my first time as an actual livejournal user! I’ve been considering becoming one for about two years now, ever since my old roommate told me what it was (thanks Linz). So I finally gave in [peer pressure, peer pressure, I will not give in *clap clap*], and got myself an account. I can’t promise I’ll have the best or most interesting journal, but if you want to read it, go ahead. But make sure you comment, otherwise you’re kind of like a peeping-tom. A little bit. In a cyber-peeping-tom sorta way. It’s kind of like when you miss a phone call, but then the caller doesn’t leave a message, so you don’t know who it was. I hate that. I want to know who’s reading this. Please.
“Doahleigh” might be familiar to any of you who have talked to me on IM for the last six years. It’s a combination between my nickname and my middle name. Nickname: Shannondoah (as in the river and the valley). Middle name: Leigh (as in Lee, but spelled cooler). Put ‘em together: doahleigh. That’s pronounced, in case you’re struggling here, “doe-uh-lee”. Well, enjoy my journal!
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