My little pink Flamingo,

http://www.amazon.com/Boy-Meets-World-Season-1/dp/B003SNJO5S/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1279389031&sr=8-1 You're welcome. Also, a little known fact about me. I don't cry much, especially at events where crying seems natural, graduation, weddings, funerals (except my grandpa's). Also, I tend to not cry during movies or TV shows. I may get a little teary, but never cry. In fact, to this day, there are only 2 episodes on TV, and I mean ALL TV shows, that I cried about. Number one, the episode of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air when Will's father came and then left him again. Number two, the series finale of Boy Meets World. Seriously, I balled like a baby.

I think this guy who hit on you sounds perfect, except for the whole not believing in religion while at the same time being a religion flip-flopper. He indeed does seem fascinating. I did NOT get hit on this past week, but that might have something to do with the fact that I haven't left the house practically at all. In fact, I don't think I've ever been hard core hit on. Flirted with yes, but hit on, probably not. My guy repellent is working! Would you like to know what my guy repellent secret is? I wear Axe. Did you know that if women wear Axe it has the reverse affect than when men wear it? It repels guys. Interesting no?

But I can see why he would hit on you. You are seriously so drop dead gorgeous that even if you wore Axe you couldn't keep the guys off you. Plus you are HILARIOUS and so much fun to be around because you have a great personality. Plus you love Jesus and we all know that that alone makes you a ton more beautiful than normal.

And I am dead serious about Sweden. I shall also start saving my money now. Maybe I'll open a new savings account especially for this. No joke. I'm going to.

Demetri Martin references are always welcome on this blog. Here are two Jim Gaffigan quotes for your enjoyment:

1) The only advantage to wearing glasses is that you can do that dramatic removal.

2) But in Indiana it's not like New York where everyone's like, 'We're from New York and we're the best' or 'We're from Texas and we like things big' it's more like 'We're from Indiana and we're gonna move.

On a more personal note, I think wine is the most deceitful and misleading drink that's out there. When I look at it I think "Oh, it's going to be sweet like grape juice!" and I get really excited about it. But then I taste it and almost have a seizure because it's so icky. Needless to say, every time I drink wine I am sorely disappointed.

I think I might be addicted to gum...and cotton balls.

I'm watching Practical Magic right now and it kinda makes me wish I had magical powers, you know, except for the fact that the bible doesn't like magic.

I bought a mango yesterday. If you've ever bought mango before you know that it's the biggest gamble there is when it comes to buying fruit. More times than not you end up buying a mango that isn't ripe and just tastes awful and only winds up being a disappointment to the fruit family. But that one time, oh just that one time you happen to pick a ripe mango. It makes all those other times disappear from your memory. When you bite into a nice, juicy, sweet, ripe mango, all you can think about is how they must ONLY serve ripe mangoes in heaven because nothing on the face of this earth could EVER be more delicious, more decadent, more delectable than a ripe mango. After you've had a ripe mango, your longing for fruit perfection is gone. Your taste buds will forever be satisfied. "How do you know all this Rachel? And how can you describe this Utopian experience in such detail as if you have experienced it?" Well, let me tell you make believe question asker, it is because I have tasted a fresh ripe mango. Yes, I am talking about none other than the mango I previously mentioned that I purchased at Trader Joe's. Oh the ecstasy I felt after tasting that mango, I will never be able to describe it Becca. The best I can do is pray that one day, while in the grocery store, God may grant you the extreme blessing of picking out a nice ripe mango. And trust me, your life will never be the same...NEVER!

My left arm hurts.

I put my hair in a side pony tail tonight because I have decided that I officially can rock a side pony tail like none other.

It's taken me all day to write this post. Seriously. Well it's actually because I would sit down to do it then something would come up and I'd have to leave it for a while. But I finally got it down and now I will leave you to watch Wizards of Waverly Place on Youtube...hopefully they still post them on youtube.

Magnolia
Pansy (unless it's a boy)
Oak
Weeping Willow
Petunia
Sycamore
Chestnut
Iris
Snapdragon

Sweet Child of Mine
Sour Baby of His
MMMMAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bad Romance (in my creepy voice)
It's like my eyeball's stuck on replay
Battle Hymn of the Republic
Cheeseburger in Paradise
Jaws Theme


Goodnight and Good luck against brain eating zombies that have recently been spotted at night in the Indianapolis area,

Rachel