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Beyonce Just Isn't My Thing

I know. I should be shot, right? Because apparently everyone loves her. Honestly, I don't get it. Yes, she's hot and has a bangin', feminine body. Yes, she has a voice. Yes, she's fierce. But she just doesn't do it for me... until now. Her new song, "1+1" is awesome and has been on repeat on my iPod for the last 24 hours. LOVE it. Now, I'm not normally a "Hey, go look at this video" sort of blog poster, but I really like what they did with this song. It's simple - all about the lighting - and cuts right to the meaning of the song. So... watch it. I'd type more, but I'm currently handicapped with a severely cut finger. I have a giant BandAid on it (2, actually, to keep it protected), but it's making it increasingly difficult to type. That being said, more writing exercises will be up soon! Yay! Peace. Stef.

My Italian Summation

As you know, I took a country-wide, whirlwind tour of Italy in the month of May, and I took my new Canon Rebel Xs with me. Granted, my lenses were low-end, kit lenses, but that fact didn't stop me from snapping picture after picture as if my life depended on it. I'm pretty sure I saw most of the trip through the lens of my camera (who has now been named Elisabetta after our lovely tour guide), and I did my best to capture as much of it as I could. I've given myself some time to let the fact that I walked where the freaking gladiators walked sink into my thick skull, and I think it is now time to break out the pictures that I took. Just as a warning, get ready for a wall heavy laden with photos.

Parking Ticket Debacle Update & Exercise #187

If you want to catch up on the Parking Ticket Fiasco, go HERE . That being said, there's not much on which I can update you. I wrote an expertly-written and politely worded letter to the Davidson County Traffic Warrant Division and dropped it off with one of the oh-so-happy-to-be-at-work front desk ladies. In that letter, I simply requested that they remove the fines from both parking tickets and void the 2nd ticket altogether and stated that I had no issue with paying the first $10 ticket. I have yet to hear back from them, but hopefully in the next little while I'll get a letter apologizing profusely for their grievous error, dried tears smudging some of the words because they were so overwrought as they printed out their response. But I'll settle for a terse, "Fine. You don't have to pay it." We shall see, my friends. Oh, we shall see... But enough of that. It's time for today's writing exercise! I present to you...   Exercise #187: Of

Guess what??

I moved! For the last few months, I have been living with my parents. I know. Way to be an adult, Stefers. My parents were nothing but accommodating, though, and actually catered to my needs during my stay. Sure, there were rough spots, but we worked through them. MomLady and Pop, you guys are awesome, and I owe you more than I can possibly ever pay you back. It takes a lot of love and dedication to put up with my crap, and your efforts most assuredly do not go unnoticed. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Now that the gushy stuff is over, I can continue. Like I said, I moved a little while ago, and it has taken a while to get my life set up again. Things aren't exactly 100% yet, but they're well on their way. For example, this evening I installed a shower head - get this - all. by. my. onesies. Yes, my friends, I am a home making genius . Bow to my prowess . I used a tool and everything (don't ask me what the name of the tool is... that