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Name: Em
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Metro: Southfield
Gender: Female
Interests: Music, football, shopping, taking long walks...
Expertise: Taking care of mice, i know a little about drugs, and I like Michigan football.
Occupation: Research and development
Industry: Research
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AIM:  emoose32
Member Since:
6/9/2002
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| As much as I love my husband, my in-laws are incredibly difficult to deal with. The mental age doesnt match up with the actual age and that causes a lot of break down in communication. And of course I can never clear things up because they all bitch and whine to Chauncey about it instead of coming to me about it, like a real grown up would do. I can't take it, and I've tried being nice and dealing with them as best I could but now forget it. I give up. I don't want to be bothered with any of them. I can't stand to watch their lives unfold in front of me- just a big disappointment. A big waste of potential. A complete ghetto distaster. They are the epitome of "the system" life. It seems destined that my husband will be the only one out of any of them to not depend on welfare for a way of surviving. My husband will probably also be the only one to ever live out of horrible areas, to get any sort of post-secondary education, and to marry.
I'm taking advantage of the current situation to not be bothered by his family this holiday season. I can't stand being around them anyway, I'm never comfortable around them, and they don't ever think to go out of their way to make me feel comfortable anyway, the way my family does for my husband.
Unfortunately you can't choose your in-laws. My advice for others- screen them wisely before taking that plunge. Or move out of state so you don't have to be bothered with the bad ones.
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| So I'm ending my xanga hiatus by dedicating an entry to will.i.am, who i personally think is a genius. I sort of recently found this out as well with his most recent album, Songs About Girls. I love it. Even tho the album came out over a year ago, it's still in my rotation because I feel it's just that good. I'm a big fan. And his lyrics are fantastic.
First of all, the album starts off great with a great opening song. The whole flow of the album is perfect.
This situation, needs a brand new configuration
Baby take a look at our relationship, it's sittin on a rocky foundation
And that's why conversations are confrontational
and cause frustrations, the cause of our separation
is a culmination of complications, and that's why we gotta quit the love
Cause we both miserable in love
And I'm even worse without you
Then he goes on to his second song talkin about bein a heartbreaker. I dunno I kinda think it's hilarious.
I'm so-so-so-sorry I didnt mean to break yo heart...
I'm so-so-so-sorry I didnt mean to break ya, b-b-b-break it baby
Look, I'm a heartbreaka I'm a heartbreaka
But it has this fun upbeat rhythm but what he's actually saying isnt really that fun.... I love it.
The fourth song is one of my favorites on the album- She's a Star. I was listening to this almost constantly before my wedding. My facebook page has my favorite verse from that song. So.
Get Your Money Baby is rather hilarious song to me: get your money baby, get your money baby- if you strippin i aint trippin. if it's alright with you it's alright with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. A song about a damn stripper.
One More Chance is another one of my favorite songs...
Girl I be loving you like la la la
But it be hitting you like blah blah blah
We be going back and forth like volleyball
Battling each other like galactica
Girl our love could be spectacular
But we crash like vehicular
Homicide I know why you sick of a brother with tricks that’s quick to trick on ya
I know you want more than a dick in ya
You want a good nigga to stick with ya
I’ll stick with ya and perfect my love
I’ll protect ya girl if you give me just one more chance.
What I think is important in all his songs is the way in which he phrases his lyrics. The rhythms he uses and the rhymes he comes up with are just amazing.
Ok one last song... This is a beautiful song, really. The music for it is amazing, and I fell in love with it as soon as I heard it. It's called Aint It Pretty- my favorite song on the album.
Your just gorgeous so beautiful
When God made you, he made you slow
He took his little time, plus you were the halo
One of a kind you the star of the show
Girl you shine, baby doll you glow
You so fine and I know that you know
You prolly get mobbed everywhere that you go
You need a body guard cus your body like WHOA
Walk down the blvd, boys like WHOA
Walk down the courtyard, boys like WHOA
If you want a best friend girl let me know
If you want a boyfriend here's how it go-
I love you, I love you love you, I love you I love you love you....
Ain't it pretty when she walk
Ain't it pretty when she talk
Ain't it sexy when she move
She's so sexy when she move
It's so lovely when she do
When she do the things she do-ooo
But really, if you havent heard these songs, you need to. The lyrics only tell half the story- the rest comes across in the delivery of the story.
Alright I might write a real entry soon. We'll see. In the meantime, listen to some Will.I.Am.
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| Almost 6 YEARS of xanga? I had no idea....
I think i'mma try to use this more often. I know there are plenty of interesting events that I happen upon... whether it be at work, or out roaming detroit, or whatever. Maybe I'll share Chauncey quotes... I dont think anyone realizes how funny he really is but me. He's generally pretty quiet around everyone else...
Anyway. So the other day at work, my coworkers were complaining because it smelled like smoke. Like a patient smoked in the bathroom. So me and a nurse go investigate the crime scene.... she says to me "wow... it smells like cologne in here doesnt it?" uh... no... it smells like marijuana. "what? marijuana? no! it smells like cologne!" So i look around, there's ashes on the toilet seat... search around some more and find an empty small bag... with little bits of green stuff left in it... yea.
This other time the police brought a patient in and I asked if he had been searched. The police said "yea, just a cell phone and some papers." Why did I find a big ol bag of weed in the first pocket I reached into? Like fo real police? And I found $60, after the patient claimed to the police he was "homeless and had no money" on him. Ok.
That's enough for now.
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| Just keep the title in mind while you read....
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So I get this email from my cousin (also my maid of honor) with the subject line "FWD: WE ELOPED!" So immediately I think that this is some little cute forward message she sent me with a little cute cartoon about whatever... elopement or something...
I open the email and attached are two pictures and the forwarded message stating, basically, that my uncle eloped in Vegas on 7-7-07. Now the original message was sent to my cousin over a week after this elopement happened and the email was NOT sent by her father, my uncle. It was sent by her new step-mother.
Now, I'm obviously shocked because nobody knew they were engaged or had any plans to marry whatsoever. Of course my uncle is a pretty private person and doesnt want people all up in his business, and never answers questions about his love life... but still, you get married and don't tell your kids?
So then the first person I think to call is my mother. Cuz she would find this just as ridiculous as I would. I forwarded her the email and call her up like "MOM. You will NOT believe this email I just got." Turns out she's with my father who is on the phone with none other than my uncle. I tell my ma what's up and then she tells my dad, cuz obviously neither of them had a clue that he was married. So then my dad asks my uncle what he's been up to... "nothin..." .... Uncle, you are married. Nothing does not equal MARRIAGE... ...
Then my cousin calls me a little later and I talk with her about this craziness. She tells me after she got the email she called her dad. Asked him what's goin on ("nothin") and what he did last weekend ("oh, nothing"). Then she brings up the email. ("oh....yea...") .... that's all he really had to say. 
So then I end up at my parents and my dad mentions that he and my mom went golfing with my uncle not 2 days after this 'elopement' supposedly happened. And my uncle did not utter a word of what he just went through the weekend before in Vegas. ....
I'm dumbfounded, but yet not really that surprised. It's a typical moment for my uncle. My mom ended up emailing the new wife and said something like "Congrats... but uh... your new husband didnt seem to be too thrilled about it since he didnt bother to let us know when we went golfing with him 2 days after...." She wrote back somethin like "yea... he likes his privacy for whatever reason... hope we can get together soon!" So at least we all have a way to find out what my uncle is up to now that the lines of communication are open with his new wife. Good luck trying to hide somethin else from us Unc.
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| So I sent my boss an email saying that I didnt have a necessary card because the other job doesnt require the card to work, and that the class they offered to get the card is being held this weekend, which I am unavailable because of a family reunion. I basically asked is there any way I can take it a different day or something- anything- and mentioned that i emailed the guy about trying to get trained another time but he never got back to me....
... my boss sent an email and the response was "no." that was all that was in the body of the email.
wtf??????
I dont think I'm feelin this job. The actually job duties are fine, I have no problem working with the patients. But the management drives me crazy. I dont understand much of anything that is ever going on. First of all, I'm contingent. Second of all, I'm still new. So I dont know how the hell they do things and nobody seems willing to let me know about anything. They're all assuming I know everything even tho I'm never there. . . . . .
Oh well, I have another job interview next week for a suburban hospital. So then I'll have some options on what I want to do from there if I get that job. We'll see....
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