It's Offical!

I applied for graduation today! only two more semesters left! well...hopefully.

We don't believe you.

Why is it that super models like to tell us how ugly they were when they were younger? is it because they want us to know they suffered? That they deserve being so fabulous now? Well note to models…we don’t believe you.

My wisdom teeth are gone….goodbye Wisdom.

The good news is that I survived the wisdom tooth extraction with little to no emotional scaring. Friday my parents dropped me off at school, which personal I recommend you let you parents drop you and pick you up from class every day. It will bring out your inner child, plus you don't have to fight for a parking spot. We ate lunch at Zaxby's, the last real food. Then we went to the dentist office. There we sat for 30 minutes, me watching the clock as it slowly ticked down. As I sat there pretending to read the book I brought, I began planning out my exit strategy.  Did I really NEED to take out these teeth? What did they ever do to me? Did they deserve to this untimely death? Finally they called me back. The lady who took me back smiled and asked if I was nervous. Then my "nurses" asked me if I was nervous, and then the dentist asked me if I was nervous! Well if I wasn't nervous I definitely am now!  One of the ladies asked me if I wanted "the gas" I then told her I wanted everything you got. Now, you not know this about me, but I have never used "the gas" before so when they asked me if I was feeling the effects I couldn't tell them yes or no. So then I started to panic…what if the gas wasn't working? The dentist came over popping the rubber gloves at me and asked if I was ready. Well…. I lost it, tears started rolling.  The sweet lady held my hand and asked if I wanted my momma, which I did but wasn't going to go ask for her, the dentist had this nervous look on his face and said I should just lay there for a minute and "breathe" the gas a little longer.  So I laid there praying and trying to "breathe." Have you ever noticed that while you are laid back in a dentist chair staring up at the ceiling you feel like you have been abducted by aliens. Bright lights in your eyes, figures staring down at you, and strange sensations.  As I was laying there breathing through the gas nose tube thingy, I began to imagine that this must be what it feels like to be abducted. I was scared out of my wits afraid of what "they" would do to me. It was straight out of a Sci-Fi Movie. Maybe….just maybe dentist ARE aliens! I'm just saying. They were awfully excited to take out these wisdom teeth. Anyways, after I calmed down and they numbed my mouth the over all process was virtually painless and fast. They pulled two upper and one lower.  An hour and a half later, I emerged with three less teeth and was on my way. My biggest worry, other than have teeth pulled out of my face, was this thing called "dry socket" even the term is enough to make you cringe. I was so terrified of getting this. For the past two days I have taken extra precautions to prevent this from happening to me. So far the pain has been minimal and no signs of dry socket yet. I was a lucky survivor. I'm back in school, work, life and I'm just taking it one step at a time… as one can only do after being abducted by aliens….i mean dentists.

inside "The Music Box"

Looking on the insdie James checking it out

James and Leslie riding bikes!

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Dance Recital, a Wedding and $300,000

Okay Kids, sorry to the three fans of this page who have been sitting on pins and needles waiting for me to write but nothing has really happened worth writing about. I am not having writers block….to world is having a brain hiccup. Last Saturday was Allegro Dance Art's Dance recital. It consisted of an all day event for its staff, dancers and parents.  It was a great show, and I can't wait till the next one.  Sunday my friendboy's brother Paul and his girlfriend got married. It was a fun wedding, minus the EXTREME Alabama humidity and heat. Did I mention how much I hate summer?  On Tuesday not only did summer classes start ( vomit) James and I decided to pretend we were grown ups and called a real-estate agent to look at two down town loft apartments/ downstairs business options. It was fun to pretend we could actually afford them and day dream about where the sofa would go, and how we wouldn't need a kitchen because no matter how much I wish I could I can't cook. Needless to say we did not buy any buildings with any imaginary monopoly money. Did you know that with buying the building and then having to make much needed renovations and remoldeling it would cost as much as buying a house! Yes  a whopping $300,000!! (sighs) maybe one day?  Dreams of The Music Box and loft apartments in the sky are on hold for a little while, but maybe when we are old and have nothing better to do? Haha last night James and I ate at my FAVORITE restaurant, Rice Box! And then went and bought helmets, lights, and mirrors so we could ride our bikes on the trace soon! Yes, we have become "that" couple who does "those" things together. It's ok if you wanna hate, I would too.  Anyways, it's almost Friday and Halleluiah!  Peace and Love- LEW

Wedding decor

their theme was Black and White

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the tables

The dentist equals death

 So, I wasn't always a dentist hater. I don't hate dentists. Just going to them bothers me. It's the scraping, and poking. The sounds of drills in the others rooms and the swirly brush thing that cleans your teeth. I like to think of it as a tooth brush on speed.  It's not like I've had some horrible experience with them or something, as I kid I always had cavity free teeth and  I enjoyed having braces….yeah I know, I was that kid.  Friendboy is not a fan of the dentist, worse than me. I think he would rather them all just fell out. So he is no help in going.  It has only just the recent years that I have developed not liking going. Maybe its b/c EVERYTIME I go they tell me how horrendous it is that I still have my wisdom teeth. They tell me how I should really get them out and ask why I'm so afraid. "It doesn't hurt!" they say. Really b/c I think cutting teeth out of my mouth is something that will hurt. And hello? Ever heard of dry socket?? I have and I don't think so buddy! It's just not that high on my list of thing to do before I die. Well today I went to the dentist, no cavities, you should really floss more speech and then….the dentist came in and "So, still holding on to those wisdom teeth, huh?"  He then tells me how I'm too old to be afraid to get them out. I'm gonna bite him the next time he sticks his fingers in my mouth!  Well, I cracked. Yes I cracked. I am having the darn things out next Friday June 11, 2010 at 1:30pm. They will be taking them all out, won't be putting me under just drowsy. You know I have NEVER ever had "the gas" before? Is that weird? Maybe. Idk My old dentist never offered it to me, and now my new one offers it to me and then when I decline ask, are you sure? So folks, stay tuned to the epic teeth adventure going on in my mouth.   Put it on your calendars people. It will be a show you won't want to miss.

Shelly the Fax Machine

This week at the office I learned how to fax. Faxing might be something straight out of a star treck episode but less shiny. A copy/fax/scanner machine unit is probably the most intimidating forces known to man. it just sits there in the middle of the office staring coldly out at us. Only the few and far between know what magical buttons to push and dial for the hideous box to work. As I stand in front of it praying that I won't make it angry and draw more attention to myself it starts spitting papers out at me. I am one of those marvelous people who names inadament objects. My first car ( a blue Beetle Volkswagen) her name was Phoebe. The stapler on my desk, stan. The fax machine is Shelly. She is a fickle woman. You have to love on her a little bit before she will send your papers across town.  Finally after 10 minutes and 3 tries I finally get Shelly to cooperate.  I can't wait until our next dance Shelly.

Peace and Love- LEW

Yummy in my Tummy

Today my sweet friend and sister Katie Terry brought the newsroom free spicy chicken sandwiches to try out. For lunch the whole paper got to try this new spicy sandwich. I really liked it. It was a little hot my tastes but i think the sandwich will do well. You can go online and pre order your own sandwich for FREE this week my friend! Go do it! Much love- LEW

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Bike

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I can ride my bike with no handle bars

I have been on this bike kick for the past month. At school it seemed like everyone had a bike so that meant I needed one too. For my 21^st Birthday i asked my parents for a bike. My dad said he would give me the money for one but he wouldn't actually go and buy one because he knew I wouldn't ride it. Well, as a strong headed woman (aka Stubborn) I took great offense to that and I don't care if I hated the thing I'm going to ride it everywhere! Just to prove him wrong.  So James and I headed out yesterday to search for the perfect bike. We looked around at a few stores until I had narrowed it down to two bikes. Both equally as pink both had some vintage flair and both were the same price. It all came down to one factor….gears or no gears. That was the question. Now like I'm sure you have figured out I know nothing about bikes, my pure intension of this bike is a new fashion accessory. The facts that it is good for the environment and for your health, well theses are just bonuses. As James explained to me about the power of gears and hand brakes I found myself day dreaming about bells and baskets to put on the bike. It always seemed just as I had figured out what I wanted we were off to the other store to look at the other one…"just one more time." James, my incredibly patient LOML (love of my life) never complained about how hot it was or that the bikes looked nearly identical he was by my side holding my hand and listening to my pros and cons list until I had finally after calling my dear friend Anna for the last deciding factor decided on the purely vintage pink bike with no gears. Yes, this means that I will have to push the bike uphill 100% of the time and I tire easily but the bell and basket make it worth it. Besides, if you are on a bike to get exercise, then walking a little is not going out of your way much.  James even got himself a bike, so we could ride together! His, has gears and other "important" things like "suspension" and "hand brakes." He doesn't even mind that I'm a slow rider, he just rides circles around me until I catch up with him.  I am very pleased with my pink retro bike, all I need now is a sock hop to go to.

And the world will live as one....in pink cubicles

Week 2 of pretending to be Lois Lane.

As i sit here in my gray cubical I make an executive decision to paint my pitiful corner hot pink...well, okay not true, but i wish i could. Being a newsroom intern is not exactly how i imagined it. I always pictures it as this bustling room where reporters that wear hats and trench coats holding pads of paper and pencils where ever they go. And, the Editor and Chief is a rather portly man with a cigar always in his mouth. However, in this particular newsroom all you here is the clicking and clacking of key boards and the occasional dull telephone rings. I don't know maybe they haven't seen an episode of Superman and Spiderman before? Was there ever a time where Clark Kent or Peter Parker went into the newsroom and there wasn't people frantically trying to get the story out? I didn't think so. These people are quiet people. I sneezed the other day and they looked at me like I had ran screaming through the room with sparklers.
It's a little lonely being shoved in the far-est corner in the office as humanly possible like the unwanted intern i am but i figured as long as i stay hunkered down in my cubical and keep quiet, they will forget about time. Which leaves me to sit and day dream about dancing on Broadway. ahhhhhh, isn't this nice? Crap they remembered me, now I have to work.