my new favorite t-shirt

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Even though we said no gifts, I was given one. And I love it.

naughty

I love being thought of as naughty. It’s so much better than “nice”.

tell me this isn’t odd…

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A couple of nights ago I went to Longs Drugs for some Ibuprofen. I have an injured [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhomboid_major_muscle]rhomboid muscle[/url] that has been bothering me quite a bit lately due to excessive upside down pole dancing. I have been taking Ibuprofen to help me sleep and help me keep teaching. (But I promise that I have not been doing the pole trick which caused the injury in the first place).

Anyway, here’s the weird thing. I was looking at all the generic Longs Ibuprofen and noticed that all the same exact products had different costs. The generic Ibuprofen that was displayed next to the Advil cost more than the one displayed next to the Motrin. I stood there puzzled by this idea. I checked the quantity in the bottle, but no, they all held 50 200mg tablets.

Take a look:
4.39 IB 4.49 IB 4.59 IB 4.79 IB

They spent the time to make blue packaging to match the Advil package and orange packaging to match the Motrin package. Now, doesn’t it seem silly that Longs Drugs takes that much time and packaging effort for their generic drugs? And why the jump from $4.39 to $4.79?

After ruminating on this for a bit and being told I was not allowed to take pictures in the store, I purchased the orange box of generic Ibuprofen for $4.39 and it works just fine…

cupid’s arrow shot me

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I used to think that Valentine’s Day was a big deal. I felt that it was the day of all days of romance. I thought it was a day for couples to show their appreciation for each other with cards, or flowers, or candy, or presents.

Then I spent a couple (or a few, but who’s counting?) Valentine’s Days as a single gal and I fell out of love with the day. I started to see it as a commercialized, contrived, capitalist celebration. I always hated the feeling of having to go over the top or stuck on the idea that someone should go over the top for me. It felt like an obligation to create romance.

I realized I would rather be in a relationship where it’s always Valentine’s Day. Where two people appreciate each other often and are sweet to each other every day. Where little gifts are random and surprising.

Two weeks ago, the boy and I were driving in the car and had this conversation:

Me: “Hey honey.”
Him: “Yeah?”
Me: “You don’t have to do anything crazy for Valentine’s Day, ’cause I have to work anyway, and it’s not my favorite holiday, so, you know, you don’t have to get me anything.”
Him: “Ok, baby. That’s cool. I don’t need a specific day to let you know how much I love you. I like to let you know every day.”

Then, since I have to work tonight, we decided to have a little Valentine celebration last night instead. He told me he’d pick me up at 8:15pm.

And he took me to [URL=http://www.memphishollywood.com/]Memphis[/url]…

signhouse
The (2nd) location of our first date.

They serve comfort food and I had ribs.

And that’s why I love my boyfriend yesterday, today, and every day.

Happy Valentine’s Day!
(still not my favorite holiday…)

Ajikoru

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heartstonesA friend from college, my ‘lil Aimee, is in Uganda. And she is keeping a blog of her journey. I sat down today and read all of her posts so far and it was so beautiful and humbling! Aimee is seeing the world in a whole different way, a way that many Americans will never even think to experience.

Aimee, though, has always craved these kinds of experiences. And she experiences things fully ~ she’s present, she’s loving, she’s open, she listens and she’s so smart!

If you are interested in keeping up with her journey as well, you can visit the link on the sidebar entitled “Aimee O.”, but I wanted to share a story that I read this morning and has stayed in my heart all day.

First, you must read [URL=http://handsfullofheartstones.blogspot.com/2007/01/ezama.html]Rich In Name[/url].

And then [URL=http://handsfullofheartstones.blogspot.com/2007/01/rich-in-name-part-2.html]Rich In Name, part II[/url].

Isn’t that the most beautiful thing? It is the perfect description of my most cherished friend.