I officially set my GMAT date for March 30!
There is no turning back now. Motivation has been hard to come by in the last few months, but this $250 sunk cost should do the trick.
Goodbye life, free time and TV (with the exception of the Bachelor season finale). I will now begin my loyal, month-long(ish) date with McGraw-Hill. We have had an interesting, rocky journey during the last year or so, but now it's serious.
A 600 is a must-have score, but why shoot for the minimum? I've decided to shoot for the stars and aim for a 630. Cross your fingers and say some much needed prayers (thanks in advance)!
Note to self: Exude confidence!
Note to GMAT: I WILL OWN YOU in 34 days!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Fiber Fad
When I was in the grocery store last week looking for a box of cereal, I noticed a significant number of boxes advertising "Fiber." Cereal, oatmeal, granola bars, fruit snacks, Little Debbie cakes...OK so maybe not the last two items, but fiber seems to be the "thing" to have in your product these days. I decided to see what this fad was all about a few months ago, and needless to say, for my tastebuds' sake, I will never buy "fiber-ful" products again.
Not only is it the "thing" to eat, but apparently it's also the "thing" to mention in conversation. I don't know about you, but I am not a huge fan of discussing bowel movements/gaseous releases (aka fiber) with my peers. In the last 24 hours, I have listened to two different people rant and rave about fiber.
Did America decide that by adding more laxatives (aka fiber) to consumers' everyday food choices Americans would slowly become less obese (due to increased numbers of bowel movements)?
Why the fiber fad?
Please fade fiber fad, for my senses' sake!
Not only is it the "thing" to eat, but apparently it's also the "thing" to mention in conversation. I don't know about you, but I am not a huge fan of discussing bowel movements/gaseous releases (aka fiber) with my peers. In the last 24 hours, I have listened to two different people rant and rave about fiber.
Did America decide that by adding more laxatives (aka fiber) to consumers' everyday food choices Americans would slowly become less obese (due to increased numbers of bowel movements)?
Why the fiber fad?
Please fade fiber fad, for my senses' sake!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Hackers!
Thank-you Norton for alerting me (and saving me) that someone was trying to hack into my computer AND for providing me with the IP address!
After a little handy dandy googling, I plugged in the magic numbers to this genius site (http://www.geobytes.com/IpLocator.htm?Getlocation) and discovered exactly where this scumbag lives.
Seriously, how terrible (and nerdy) must this person be to feel the need to make other people's lives a living hell from across the world? Listen here Mr. Hacker from Ringsted, Denmark (in case you are secretly monitoring every move on my computer)...you are lucky I cannot find a way to contact you and ring your neck. What a miserable, sick life you live!
Whew, one day down without sour candy and only 39 more to go!
After a little handy dandy googling, I plugged in the magic numbers to this genius site (http://www.geobytes.com/IpLocator.htm?Getlocation) and discovered exactly where this scumbag lives.
Seriously, how terrible (and nerdy) must this person be to feel the need to make other people's lives a living hell from across the world? Listen here Mr. Hacker from Ringsted, Denmark (in case you are secretly monitoring every move on my computer)...you are lucky I cannot find a way to contact you and ring your neck. What a miserable, sick life you live!
Whew, one day down without sour candy and only 39 more to go!
Friday, February 12, 2010
Snow in the South
Lo and behold, the sleet turned into snow on my way to work this morning!
While I love the snow, I detest driving through it. I feel like I need to dodge the snowflakes! Unfortunately the snow that did stick is starting to melt, but it was pretty while it lasted.
Note to Al Gore: you were/are wrong! Global warming clearly is not the case in this day and age. This is the third Louisiana snowfall in a year, which is more than I have witnessed in my lifetime.
What a way to kick off the weekend festivities!
Oh, and special birthday wishes to Hunter, the greatest Blackberry baller in the world!
While I love the snow, I detest driving through it. I feel like I need to dodge the snowflakes! Unfortunately the snow that did stick is starting to melt, but it was pretty while it lasted.
Note to Al Gore: you were/are wrong! Global warming clearly is not the case in this day and age. This is the third Louisiana snowfall in a year, which is more than I have witnessed in my lifetime.
What a way to kick off the weekend festivities!
Oh, and special birthday wishes to Hunter, the greatest Blackberry baller in the world!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Saints Win 31-17, You Believe Dat?!
WHO DAT?!
I woke up this morning still in shock from the game lastnight. The New Orleans Saints won the Super Bowl, as in they are THE champions of the ENTIRE NFL! I am speechless...
On my way into work this morning (with surprisingly very little traffic on the road) I heard a few lyrics of "When the Saints Go Marching In" on ESPN radio, and I immediately had goosebumps. The win has not quite sunk in, but come Sunday, when I am down in New Orleans for Mardi Gras and I am partying it up in the heart of the Who Dat Nation, you had better believe that I will have no doubt that indeed the New Orleans Saints are Super Bowl 44 (XLIV) champs!
As a southern Louisiana girl, you are raised to root for LSU and the Saints (or if you have parents like mine with northern roots, you are raised to also root for Michigan and the Lions). Before my college years (scary to see this in writing, but I have to keep it real), I have to be honest, I was not a huge Saints fan. In fact, when people would assume that I was a fan because I am from Louisiana, I would make certain to mention that while I casually pull for the Saints, I am not gung ho about the Saints.
Forgive me. You have to understand that for most of my life the Saints were terrrible! I mean why would a kid want to root for a team that never wins? I would consider myself a normal child and normal children only care about teams winning. Again, forgive me because now I am old(er) and wise(r), and I am not ashamed to admit that yes, I am a Saints fan (except when they play the NY Giants). Go ahead, call me a bandwagon fan, but deep down, regardless of whether or not I was afraid to admit it, I have always been a fan. After all, it's a cultural thing.
Until the refs had announced that indeed the Saints had recovered the onside kick at the start of the second half, I had convinced myself that the Colts had control of the game. Boy did Payton, Morstead, Reis and Casillas prove me wrong! From that moment on, I knew that if the Saints could successfully execute that play, they could pull off the win.
Being champs requires taking risks, taking risks requires having faith and having faith requires believing in your team. The New Orleans Saints executed risky plays, kept the faith and believed in their team.
Now what? Laissez les bon temps rouler!
I woke up this morning still in shock from the game lastnight. The New Orleans Saints won the Super Bowl, as in they are THE champions of the ENTIRE NFL! I am speechless...
On my way into work this morning (with surprisingly very little traffic on the road) I heard a few lyrics of "When the Saints Go Marching In" on ESPN radio, and I immediately had goosebumps. The win has not quite sunk in, but come Sunday, when I am down in New Orleans for Mardi Gras and I am partying it up in the heart of the Who Dat Nation, you had better believe that I will have no doubt that indeed the New Orleans Saints are Super Bowl 44 (XLIV) champs!
As a southern Louisiana girl, you are raised to root for LSU and the Saints (or if you have parents like mine with northern roots, you are raised to also root for Michigan and the Lions). Before my college years (scary to see this in writing, but I have to keep it real), I have to be honest, I was not a huge Saints fan. In fact, when people would assume that I was a fan because I am from Louisiana, I would make certain to mention that while I casually pull for the Saints, I am not gung ho about the Saints.
Forgive me. You have to understand that for most of my life the Saints were terrrible! I mean why would a kid want to root for a team that never wins? I would consider myself a normal child and normal children only care about teams winning. Again, forgive me because now I am old(er) and wise(r), and I am not ashamed to admit that yes, I am a Saints fan (except when they play the NY Giants). Go ahead, call me a bandwagon fan, but deep down, regardless of whether or not I was afraid to admit it, I have always been a fan. After all, it's a cultural thing.
Until the refs had announced that indeed the Saints had recovered the onside kick at the start of the second half, I had convinced myself that the Colts had control of the game. Boy did Payton, Morstead, Reis and Casillas prove me wrong! From that moment on, I knew that if the Saints could successfully execute that play, they could pull off the win.
Being champs requires taking risks, taking risks requires having faith and having faith requires believing in your team. The New Orleans Saints executed risky plays, kept the faith and believed in their team.
Now what? Laissez les bon temps rouler!
Friday, February 5, 2010
TGISBW
TGISBW (Super Bowl Weekend) for three reasons:
1. Super Bowl 44: Saints vs. Colts (WHO DAT?!)
For the record, I hate Roman numerals and I refuse to use them in my own writing as long as I am in control.
2. Mardi Gras weekend is ONE week away, which means my cousin Kayle steps foot in LA for the first time EVER in one week!
3. Valentine's Day (yes I know many of you are dreading this mushy gushy, "dumb" holiday) is also only ONE week away! Oh the childhood memories of coming home from school with a bag full of valentines (including creepy ones from the smelly kid saying "Be Mine") and candy...thankfully I have loving parents who continue to send me valentines.
Fabulous weekend if you ask me (minus the GMAT practice test Saturday morning)!
1. Super Bowl 44: Saints vs. Colts (WHO DAT?!)
For the record, I hate Roman numerals and I refuse to use them in my own writing as long as I am in control.
2. Mardi Gras weekend is ONE week away, which means my cousin Kayle steps foot in LA for the first time EVER in one week!
3. Valentine's Day (yes I know many of you are dreading this mushy gushy, "dumb" holiday) is also only ONE week away! Oh the childhood memories of coming home from school with a bag full of valentines (including creepy ones from the smelly kid saying "Be Mine") and candy...thankfully I have loving parents who continue to send me valentines.
Fabulous weekend if you ask me (minus the GMAT practice test Saturday morning)!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Post-Groundhog Day Grumble
Yesterday school children in classrooms around the U.S. colored pictures of groundhogs and brought them home for their parents to admire on the fridge. Oh how I miss those days! In offices and workplaces, people could have cared less about this remarkable, weather-predicting celebration (well at least in my workplace).
The results are in:
Staten Island Chuck did not see his shadow (aka spring arrives early), but Punxsutawney Phil, on the other hand, saw his shadow (aka six more weeks of winter). So which one of these ground digging rodents' predictions is the real one?!
I must agree with fellow Louisianians (of course only those other Louisianians who also care about Groundhog Day). In South Louisiana, we would be foolish to follow the yankee groundhog predictions. Therefore, I spose Chuck and Phil's shadows or lack thereof mean absolutely nothing to me.
Ladies and gentlemen, according to Shadeaux, spring will arrive early! Yes indeed, this legit groundhog did NOT see his shadow!
Honestly, I feel like it should be the other way around. If the groundhog does not see his shadow, we will have six more weeks of winter, but I'm no meteorologist (neither is a groundhog for the record). Call me crazy, but sunshine (aka shadow producers) means spring in my mind.
Groundhogs, shmoundhogs!
The results are in:
Staten Island Chuck did not see his shadow (aka spring arrives early), but Punxsutawney Phil, on the other hand, saw his shadow (aka six more weeks of winter). So which one of these ground digging rodents' predictions is the real one?!
I must agree with fellow Louisianians (of course only those other Louisianians who also care about Groundhog Day). In South Louisiana, we would be foolish to follow the yankee groundhog predictions. Therefore, I spose Chuck and Phil's shadows or lack thereof mean absolutely nothing to me.
Ladies and gentlemen, according to Shadeaux, spring will arrive early! Yes indeed, this legit groundhog did NOT see his shadow!
Honestly, I feel like it should be the other way around. If the groundhog does not see his shadow, we will have six more weeks of winter, but I'm no meteorologist (neither is a groundhog for the record). Call me crazy, but sunshine (aka shadow producers) means spring in my mind.
Groundhogs, shmoundhogs!
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