Dear @houlee: please prepare yourself for the best email you will receive all day. In about 15 minutes. Love, Rachel
Happy birthday @Ingrid_Eide! I’ll be delivering these after work. I’ll include a bag of feed too! http://twitpic.com/3v5z28
Following dad’s footsteps & giving talk @ church tomorrow, asking 4 help w/ tuition assistance. My 50+presos on study abroad were worth it.
Yeaaaaaaa buddy. My favorite Canadian aunt gave me sweet mittens. http://twitpic.com/3udami
RT @RachelatDeluxe: Fabulous article from @Reuters, featuring 1 of our #ProjectRev participants, @Zakeez: http://ar.gy/88r
If you have marble, we will be your best customers! RT @cbetancourtPR: Do any bars/restaurants in MSP have marble tables? #VeryImportant
Love bumpin Nappy Roots! Your mom & I could be bff:) RT @ElleryLuse: My mom is 52yo & bumping nappy roots in her Rav4. Mother like daughter?
Co-sign. So fun. RT @cbetancourtPR: Awesome #YPCTC event tonight! If you didn’t come, you missed out!
$43 to fill the gas tank in my Mustang. #DislikeTimes100
I’m at Chino Latino (2916 Hennepin Ave S, btw Lake and Lagoon, Minneapolis) w/ 4 others http://4sq.com/eMhrSQ
It’s like this. A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine.
[Thanks to my little brother for sending this to me.]
I saw this picture on Pinterest and wanted to recreate it, because I thought I could look trendy and be able to say I made this necklace thing.
What do you think? Any suggestions for fixing this? Or have you made something similar?
Live the life you love.
Love the life you live.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this quote over the last week or so. Do I love the life that I live? Am I living the life I love?
The answer: yes. YES! I love my life, despite saying #FML all the time. I’m living the life I love. I’m going out and doing the things I want to do, even when I probably shouldn’t and should be saving my pennies [helloooo Twins Spring Training in March].
I go out with my friends and I have a blast. Just this week I saw “No Strings Attached” with friends and laughed the whole time- not only at the movie, but at my friends as well. They never fail to crack me up and make me smile. And of course, one friend hit on some high school kid that worked at the movie theatre— he even pointed her out to his coworkers when he was in the theatre. It was great, but probably one of those moments where you had to be there.
Then there was a networking happy hour, where I introduced a good friend to my friends “in the biz” and we laughed and joked and we most definitely were the “mean girls” of the night :)
All of these random outings and plan making have made me grateful for what I have and do, and the people in my life.
I have a pretty cool job that many friends are envious of [even though they think I hardly work— uh not true, I work a lot, and I work hard], I have my own apartment that is decorated how I want it, my student loans are manageable, there’s food in my fridge [usually], I am planning vacations and weekend getaways with girlfriends [Grand Rios and water slides? Heck yes!], and I do what I want, when I want to.
So yea, I’m loving the life I live and living the life I love.
How about you? Loving the life you live, living the life you love? How so?
I was a Peer Advisor in the Study Abroad office at SCSU for two years, and it was by far my favorite job. I loved seeing the students come into our office, telling us they were thinking about studying abroad, and proceeding to get more and more excited by the prospects of traveling and studying and living in another country for weeks or months at a time. It was infectious.
I was responsible for planning classroom presentations— speaking in classes about all the programs that SCSU offered [there were a lot!] and reliving all of my fabulous memories every time, answering questions and piquing students interested. I loved talking to incoming freshmen, getting them excited at the idea of studying abroad. But I LOVED talking to parents, telling them that this would be a fantastic experience for their student, that the parents could go visit them, and most of all, it was an experience of a lifetime.
Talking with students about studying abroad was a great excuse for me to talk about my experiences— my family and friends had already heard enough of my experiences and could do without hearing stories starting with “This one time in Chile… and then when I was in Poland… oh remember that one time I almost got hit by a bus in Buenos Aires… or almost attacked by a massive sea lion…” [yeah, all of those things and plenty more happened. I also got my ear and nose pierced while I was in Santiago, Chile. And I thought I was going to die while snowboarding in the Andes Mountains].
We used this quote from Mark Twain in a lot of our promotional materials, and I always quoted it in my classroom presentations.
Explore. Dream. Discover. It’s really that simple.
This is fabulous. I think I’m going to print it out and hang it up somewhere in my apartment, like next to my vanity in my bathroom.
Live your dream, and wear your passion.
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RT @StephenAtHome: Tomorrow is 1/11/11. Computers, this is not a sign that it’s time to rise against us!