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<h2>May 11, 2005</h2>


<h3 id="a000574">The One With My Old Cell Phones</h3>

<p>Cell phone evolution: </p>

<p><img alt="050510.jpg" src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/050510.jpg" width="480" height="360" /></p>

<p>It makes me laugh how I actually used to carry that brick around.  And worse, how I thought it was cool.<br />
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<h2>April 01, 2005</h2>


<h3 id="a000563">The One Where I Email The Pope</h3>

<p>I feel like we're living in <u>Angels &amp; Demons</u> (Dan Brown's novel).  I think anyone else who's read the book can identify with me on this one.  Let's just hope this doesn't progress like the book did.  That wouldn't be too good.</p>

<p>So earlier today, I was clicking around on the <a href="http://www.vatican.va">Vatican's website</a> for some reason and an Outlook Express dialog box popped up, prompting me to email the Pope.  Yeah, the Pope has an email address, I had no idea.  So I thought I might as well send him a farewell message since I spent 12 years in Catholic school studying this man and wrote a few words about resting in peace and what not .. and then I clicked Send, forgetting to delete my outgoing signature.  And so the end of my get-well message to the Pope reads:</p>

<p><i>Anything less than the best is a felony.<br />
- Vanilla Ice</i></p>

<p>Har.  Let's hope the Vatican disregards that part.</p>



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<h2>March 29, 2005</h2>


<h3 id="a000562">The One With The Starbucks Liqueur</h3>

<p><a href="http://www.starbucks.com/grocery/coffeeliqueurflash/preloader.htm">Starbucks Coffee Liqueur</a> ... omg.</p>

<center><img alt="050329.jpg" src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/050329.jpg" width="150" height="200" border="0" class="border" /></center>

<p>If this tastes anything like a frappuccino, then I'm in trouble.</p>



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<h2>November 04, 2004</h2>


<h3 id="a000551">The One Where Dubya Got Friggin Re-Elected</h3>

<p>Welps.  Apparently the whole country is all about vaginal cleanliness because they decided to re-elect a complete douche.</p>



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<h2>September 19, 2004</h2>


<h3 id="a000545">The One Where Joe Has Touched Me (Not THAT Way)</h3>

<p><b><a href="http://bastitch.blogspot.com/">You</a></b> are twenty more times more awesome than I am.  No, a hundred.</p>

<p>Totally awesome.</p>



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<h2>May 28, 2004</h2>


<h3 id="a000514">The One Where My Car Is Dissected</h3>

<p>MY POOR CAR</p>

<center><img alt="040528a.jpg" src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/040528a.jpg" width="300" height="225" border="0" /></center>
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<center><img alt="040528b.jpg" src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/040528b.jpg" width="300" height="225" border="0" /></center>

<p>(Thanks, <a href="http://www.autocollisioncenterdc.com">Auto Collision Center DC</a> for the webcam peeks of my car's surgery)</p>



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<h2>April 04, 2004</h2>


<h3 id="a000504">The One With Jamba Juice</h3>

<p>Why must my new obsession/addiction cost so much?</p>

<center><img alt="Jamba Juice" src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/040405.jpg" width="200" height="255" border="0" /></center>

<p>At nearly $3-4 dollars a pop, I'm going to be one broke ass mofo (as if I wasn't already), but a <i>healthy</i> one at that!</p>



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<h2>March 31, 2004</h2>


<h3 id="a000502">The One With Spring Break In Vegas</h3>

Where have I been?  In Las Vegas for spring break, DUH where else?!  To quote a familiar saying, <i>What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.</i>  Therefore  I will not bore you with the silly details of my trip other than I came out of it with a concise knowledge of C.I.A. lingo as well as an extra $70 (courtesy of the <i>Hot Dawg</i> and <i>Texas Tea</i> nickel slots).  And!  A few pictures.  They're boring.  As usual, the "fun" ones will not ever make it on the web!  Sorry!  Mouseover for descriptions:

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<td><a href="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/DSC00533.jpg"><img src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/040331533.jpg" border="1" width="75" height="50" alt="ROAD TRIP!!!" class="borderless" /></a></td>

<td><a href="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/DSC00538.jpg"><img src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/040331538.jpg" border="1" width="75" height="50" alt="Road trips always lead to messy backseats" class="borderless" /></a></td>

<td><a href="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/DSC00546.jpg"><img src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/040331546.jpg" border="1" width="75" height="50" alt="The view of the lobby/restaurant from our floor!" class="borderless" /></a></td>

<td><a href="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/DSC00552.jpg"><img src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/040331552.jpg" border="1" width="75" height="50" alt="COMING SOON: The Walgreens Resort/Casino!" class="borderless" /></a></td>

<td><a href="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/DSC00555.jpg"><img src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/040331555.jpg" border="1" width="75" height="50" alt="I got assaulted by a giant scoop of Mint Chocolate Chip" class="borderless" /></a></td>

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<td><a href="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/DSC00559.jpg"><img src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/040331559.jpg" border="1" width="75" height="50" alt="Me, pretending to be Sydney Bristow from Alias.  Not a good rendition, btw" class="borderless" /></a></td>

<td><a href="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/DSC00565.jpg"><img src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/040331565.jpg" border="1" width="75" height="50" alt="The new Treasure Island logo is UGLY" class="borderless" /></a></td>

<td><a href="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/DSC00568.jpg"><img src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/040331568.jpg" border="1" width="75" height="50" alt="Charisse &amp; I in front of the Fashion Show Mall" class="borderless" /></a></td>

<td><a href="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/DSC00581.jpg"><img src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/040331581.jpg" border="1" width="75" height="50" alt="A restaurant that caters to lesbians, I imagine." class="borderless" /></a></td>

<td><a href="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/DSC00591.jpg"><img src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/040331591.jpg" border="1" width="75" height="50" alt="Chillin' in our 'super swank' Embassy suite" class="borderless" /></a></td>

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And lastly, it was fun making fun of the S&amp;R marquee everytime we passed it.  But alas, <a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;u=/040401/ids_photos_en/r57299640.jpg">all good things must come to an end</a>:<br /><br />

<center><img alt="" src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/040331.jpg" border="0" /><br />RIP Siegfried &amp; Roy show!</center>



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<h2>March 21, 2004</h2>


<h3 id="a000501">The One Where I Take Revenge on Big Rigs</h3>

<p>Confessions of a commuter, volume 1:</p>

<p>Occasionally, when I'm cruising down the highway near one of those slow moving big rigs, I'd cut in front of it and gradually slow down until the driver gets pissed off.  Eventually he'd start honking at me.  Usually this occurs at about 5-7 mph below his original speed of 55-60 mph.  Ahaha ... he'd get all pissed off and all the while I'm in my car going, <i>"How do ya like it now BIZZATCH?!"</i></p>



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<h2>March 09, 2004</h2>


<h3 id="a000498">The One With The Haiku</h3>

I composed a haiku today, in honor of the ricerocket that cut me off (by a hair) on my way home today:
<blockquote><i>You have small manhood<br />
Needing "vroom" to compensate<br/>
Big exhaust, small wang</i></blockquote>



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<h2>February 23, 2004</h2>


<h3 id="a000495">The One Where I Say Hella</h3>

<p><b>HELLA</b> <i>syn: HECKA</i> -<br />
<i>adj.</i> - 1) To a high degree or extent. 2) Truly, absolutely. <i>noun</i> 3) A stupid slang word consciously used by stupid people.</p>

<p>I <b>hate</b> the word "hella."  I hate that word more than I hate ricerockets.  And that's saying a lot.  But, what I hate even more that that is the fact that on occasion, I unintentionally use it.  I want to bitchslap myself every time I catch myself saying it. </p>

<p>I was raised in Daly City, which many believe was the birthplace of such a word (and various derivations from it too), and being raised among Daly City natvies who seemigly like to take on ghetto facades through excessive use of slang, one can't help but soak up bad culture.</p>

<p>The other day I said something like "Gosh, these electrical circuits are hella hard to figure out."  And my physics partner started laughing at me while I wondered how a self-inflicted bitchslap would make me look to my fellow classmates.  He told me I couldn't go an hour without saying it.  Pshaw, I say!  So we made a bet.</p>

<p>And I lost within thirty minutes.  Needless to say, I was hella dissapointed in myself.</p>



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<h2>December 25, 2003</h2>


<h3 id="a000478">The One Where It's Christmas</h3>

<center><b>Merry, Merry Christmas!</b><br />In honor of this wonderfully festive occasion, a picture of my beautifully lit miniature tree:<br /><br /><img alt="Merry Christmas" src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/031225.jpg" width="250" height="333" border="0" /></center>



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<h2>November 28, 2003</h2>


<h3 id="a000468">The One Where It's Thanksgiving</h3>

<p>To who it may concern,<img alt="031128.jpg" src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/031128.jpg" width="200" height="134" border="0" align="right" />Thank you ...</p>

<p>... for all the employees at Albertson's who's keyed in a dummy preferred card number, when I didnt have mine<br />
... for that one time at Arco when that dude let me know I dropped my wallet<br />
... for the Food Network, for providing me with quality television that I can actually use<br />
... for soap and the people who use it<br />
... for the internet, WORDS CANNOT EVEN DESCRIBE HOW THANKFUL I AM FOR THIS!<br />
... for the world's best aesthetic candy: Michael Vartan<br />
... for that one time where I almost ran over a dude, but missed him by an inch<br />
... for my mommy, who is a great victim of my cunning manipulation<br />
... for my daddy, proof that 'dork' is a heritable trait<br />
... for stadium seating in movie theaters<br />
... for the free music I've downloaded the past few years<br />
... for Mike, who helps me in all my classes despite how dumb I may appear sometimes<br />
... for Marita, for letting me be her 'tail' when we were young<br />
... for Lauren, who reads my site!<br />
... for when Professor Wildy gave me a 20/20 on my population demographics report when it was ridden with tons of grammatical errors<br />
... for the exsistence of lip balm<br />
... for how the neighbors next door turn off the loud annoying mariachi music after I scream "TURN THE MUSIC OFF!!!" across the backyard several times<br />
... for Charisse, my fellow gemini who rides the same wavelengths as I do<br />
... for Che che, who doesn't hate me for poisoning her with too much alcohol<br />
... for the pause function on my DVD player and VCR<br />
... for Marc, who is still here even though I called him an asshole<br />
... for Sara, who still cares despite everything thats happened<br />
... for Husnia, who's always there to listen to me bitch about school (and everything else)<br />
... for John, who gave me a bottle of ketchup and a pinecone for no reason<br />
... for the existence of mullets, how they serve as a garnish for my life<br />
... for all the A's I got in physics<br />
... for flamin' hot Cheetos and Snapple peach iced tea - my fuel for long school days<br />
... for Jason, whom I have very intriguing IM conversations with<br />
... for Harry Potter, My escape for when I'm sick of reality<br />
... for Jenae, Josh, Vicky, and Logan, for the honor of being an important person in their lives<br />
... for my cousin Kris, that he's still alive when he disappears for weeks at a time<br />
... for Jane, my long lost best friend, that I still get to hang out with her today<br />
... for Vihelm, my other long lost best friend, that i still get to hang out with her today<br />
... for anyone who's bought me an alcoholic drink<br />
... "All I want to do is to thank you, even though I don't know who you are.. you who let me change lanes, while I was driving in my car"<br />
... and Thank you for everything and everyone else I can't think of right now (because the voice inside my head chanting "<i>leftover banana creme pie...</i>" is distracting!).</p>

<center><img alt="Bush gets cock" src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/011119.jpg" border="0" /><br />Happy Thanksgiving!</center>



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<h2>November 04, 2003</h2>


<h3 id="a000464">The One With The Horrified Look On My Face</h3>

<p><font color="blue"><b>anonymous birdbrain (11:36:04 PM)</b>:</font> he took a shit, then picked it up and threw it at my friends lage<br />
<font color="red"><b>nancys screename (11:36:12 PM)</b>:</font> lage?<br />
<font color="blue"><b>anonymous birdbrain (11:36:23 PM)</b>:</font> yeah, i forgot how to spell that<br />
<font color="blue"><b>anonymous birdbrain (11:36:29 PM)</b>:</font> leg<br />
<font color="blue"><b>anonymous birdbrain (11:36:32 PM)</b>:</font> that's it<br />
<font color="red"><b>nancys screename (11:36:36 PM)</b>:</font> you forgot how to spell leg?<br />
<font color="blue"><b>anonymous birdbrain (11:36:40 PM)</b>:</font> yes<br />
<font color="blue"><b>anonymous birdbrain (11:36:46 PM)</b>:</font> sometimes that happens</p>

<p><font style="font-size:20px">Oh. My. God.</font></p>



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<h2>August 26, 2003</h2>


<h3 id="a000445">The One With The Dead Ringer</h3>

<center><img alt="dead ringer" src="http://nancyshmancy.com/asdf/030826.jpg" width="320" height="144" /><br />Like whoa</center>



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<h2>August 03, 2003</h2>


<h3 id="a000440">The One That Sounds Nasty, BUT ISN'T!!!</h3>

<p>My feelings about how this summer's going so far would best be expressed by a quote from one of my all time favorite movies, <i>The Sandlot</i>: "That was the summer I'd get us into the biggest pickle of our lives.."</p>



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