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Drug Dependency and A Mean Lady Named Amy

Today I received a not-so-subtle e-mail from a caffeine junkie (who shall remain nameless, but it could be Meghan) stating that she has "had it" and that I better post. So here I am. 

My name is Rebecca and I have a problem.  I am terribly addicted to

I do not drink coffee.  Nay, I drink aspartame, neurotoxin-filled Diet Coke.  I have tried very hard recently to kick this habit.  A few things happened this week to keep this from happening.  

First, since I recently transferred to ODU, I have had some issues, particularly with two classes they don't want to accept.   The lady I have to correspond with about this bears a striking resemblance to Garth from Wayne's World.  You remember right?

On the first day of detox, I had a run in with said lady.  She informed me that if she chose to accept this course (again reminding me that she holds the power), I would have to take an extra course in grad school there.  

As I do not plan to attend ODU for grad school, I did what anyone would do.  I looked sad and said, "Well, I guess that's just what I'll have to do then.  Transferring is so tough."  Easy peasy. 

The moment I left this meeting I ran, not walked, to the soda machine.

On the second day of my detox, yesterday, I was accosted at the Y by a kindly lady named Amy, who is about as friendly as this guy:

  

She informed me that since I signed up for cycle class and didn't come, she held the power (what is it with these power hungry ladies?) to revoke my cycling privileges for a week.  Did I mention I PAY to go there? 

Needless to say, I've had more caffeine in the last two days than I care to remember.  

You understand now, right Meghan?

Introductions

DISCLAIMER: I have no idea how to work Blogger, so if my blog is bland, sorry.


I promised a few great friends in GA that I would create a blog so that they could keep up with what's going on with me now that I've moved to VA. So here goes.

I'm Bec.

I have an amazing husband and three pupper-children.

(L to R: Maci, Dusty, & Marley)


While I will not argue the fact that I like to talk, I do not like to talk about myself. So, I created

Pepper.

Isn't he regal?


Pepper is the product of a thirteen hour day. On the day after Thanksgiving, I spent the whole day at Color Me Happy. It was a ton of fun. Towards the end of the day, however, I got a little delirious. Pepper is the product of that.

Pepper comes complete with a description on the back. It reads:

"Pepper is a spicy little gnomie.
Pepper will keep you asking
¿Donde esta Pepper?"

No, Pepper doesn't have pants on.
Yes, he is an Argentine gaucho.
No, it doesn't make any sense.

Pepper has not been on any adventures here yet. He has stayed cozy and warm on the mantle above the fireplace. However, Pepper will be going on adventures soon. Stay tuned!


Bec.