tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871015192151205552024-03-05T07:26:49.968-08:00Everyday Emilyemilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-11630508909831200782009-08-05T15:39:00.000-07:002009-08-05T15:50:31.566-07:00Sail away, spend the day.In an effort to one day,make some man a great and financial friendly wife I have been working on a budget with my father. Last Friday Rich and I had set up a budget review at his office. Instead of doing that, we went to Lagoon (my mother also got to join in on the fun) and it was AWESOME.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366614617108813490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Az80Rz_iHdvfWRk1wUh8Z0yd_Dw3_t8JcOUZf_Oo3mU0nX5C76FAZBt5lNUfM-ppQTB-M7iOD4Olx9mMkChpe1OwdNFKYQeYx6WGsC_QRXBwtCwLFacYjJAW1MrRhEbgoVYsIfI-Wp0/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366615635735608610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8XCxWMTpN2YUC97SVFVpPWc6fh9EjQ9d8_Z6EJdp5UqbWZ20HmkKHI2cVIwb2JOVTY6PrDUVvkMnSEOoOa6NYr7PPnKWqmAG1eLHArsTfLiVrDPkkU7u28nA7kLoV-1ZdFXzLmtJqK0c/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><div></div>Yes, I am 25 and yes, Lagoon IS what fun is.<br /><br /><div></div></div>emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-57187309168883661492009-07-03T15:28:00.000-07:002009-07-03T15:53:27.790-07:00This sister (<a href="http://irionfamilytaketwo.blogspot.com/">http://irionfamilytaketwo.blogspot.com/</a>) publicly reprimanded my lacking in the blogging department. I guess summer makes me lazy, but I've noticed that many of the blogs I stalk have also been blog neglected, must be the heat. There's been a lot going on in my life lately. I graduated. Yes, from University. I have a degree and this is great, but this is not what I want to type about today. What I want to blog discuss is things I currently hate/am very angry towards.<br />1. I recently became a devoted "Veronica Mars" fan ("Veronica Mars" as in the hit UPN show that ran from '04 to '07). Mid way through the first season I on numerous occasions proclaimed it "even WAY better than "Felicity". I loved it, then the third season came and went with no structure and no ending. The series just ended, but without an ending. It is so annoying and anyone that has watched the show will know how I feel. If you haven't watched it, go to your local library and watch until season three starts, don't bother it'll just break your heart.<br />2. I wear a size 4.5 shoe, but occasionally I can manage a 5. This past week I went to bargain shoe store DSW. Guess what size is not even in the store, not one pair? Size 5. No size 5's. Obviously I felt it was my duty to express my unhappiness to the girl working the cashier table. She tells me they always get one size 5 in of every shoe, but "they sell out the day they come in." So if somethings sells out the day they come in, why would you not be interested in selling more than one? I hope DSW goes bankrupt, they'd deserve it. <br />3. There's a new talk show on MTV and playing on VH1 called "It's On With Alexa Chung". Alexa Chung is terrible at her job. Every time I watch it (only thing on during my lunch break) I can't help but know that I would be way better at hosting a talk show. This makes me loathe her. If only I had a British accent.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-26015657957245863312009-05-28T13:47:00.000-07:002009-05-28T13:48:48.717-07:00Old Mrs. HubbardSince I turned 25 on May 26th, I have been called "ma'am" on four separate occasions. I hate that.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-42690251612503944822009-05-12T16:14:00.000-07:002009-05-12T16:38:59.504-07:00Home Again<div><div><div><div>After successfully filling 3 of my cavities and having one root canal my family and I went to Virginia to see my brother and his wife(Virginia was almost as fun as being on laughing gas in front of your co-workers). Remember how I got a camera for Christmas? Remember how I've just learned how to download pictures on to my computer? I'm so 2000 and late. I like to write, but I also really like seeing pictures on peoples blogs so I decided to put pictures on my blog, I love fitting in. So here is our trip to the East. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335084063263804642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrL3SQdTkWBP7_7qw91_FkxY6igepUj8aqGVawhGpJEagKWmna2Uz8e7hUTQS60U481GvwTNWvRj5E0neqrXkTmhEiRZ3ApFb57Hio7LnnAPt6V8KVA3zFJmNAWfv9cnIU0GurlZ3J6J0/s320/178.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335085031132754466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBvp6SorTOr45dw1zSQQ_b0_6fyoaqri2VOlNoMbk_rSkCL0X6i_CoL0w7gdqypShKUyYmbShAKlp3_juDfu-ZTyBy9853vwDSvjtXe9GZlz69ERljOtr8D9UrOac1YyY5YBlCrC91TAA/s320/207.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335084801487293394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpxSE7Pd95Hi9f-Iy09fYI59G0Dy8KavKIpcYmWWf0v5JejQgPRGsUw-XPIMm2aNVlpsCC-VNBRKItJXCRugqCA2fL_cVxUTlGDucYhBIvZ1rUJGXgO82_Hfv4X14w-x7TLoG_Y2QBD4/s320/200.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335085324748377122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrYtH8qKhqmnb8OWrNiCEAf0t8iZHE3PqQoxssIhCaUTouOVWbBRmMKUxavpPWEUVMTqzBDN4Ecy1naU1OjFIdigra0nKi6QLr9PqE8TsO58wbEuaOGGLB8tiRPnnxys68jE4XBNsRL8/s320/210.JPG" border="0" />I didn't take that many pictures. I have actually only taken 97 pictures since Christmas. I need to try harder. Plus Virginia is really humid, so we all look really gross. Especially my bangs.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-77985248125234280882009-04-27T15:27:00.000-07:002009-04-28T22:24:15.637-07:00Fear<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDe1pzev9Nmw-v8KUP72O7AItWyh1XNCsH2FuQH7qhyphenhyphenyjTrXQa0hVeS90TqmVgoMJ5eIfvg-iB_Tay3KZbK4UgHZ39iIPKJqGUmHI5d3VSGQIRfqhuASu0wiMQhBIlHFdX_ELSDRSIsJo/s1600-h/tamara_halloween2003d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329502040674413874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDe1pzev9Nmw-v8KUP72O7AItWyh1XNCsH2FuQH7qhyphenhyphenyjTrXQa0hVeS90TqmVgoMJ5eIfvg-iB_Tay3KZbK4UgHZ39iIPKJqGUmHI5d3VSGQIRfqhuASu0wiMQhBIlHFdX_ELSDRSIsJo/s320/tamara_halloween2003d.jpg" border="0" /></a>Fact: I am a complete hypocrite. I have been working in the dental world for about nine months now. Everyday I sit on my high assistant chair and literally look down upon our patients and judge anyone who comes in to get work. Some days I judge harsher than others. "Eww, four fillings? Is she homeless?" "Oh, really you hate coming to the dentist office? Haven't heard that before." Occasionally there are days where I am put in charge of the cleanings of young ones under the age of twelve. Also occasionally one of my little patients will get a last lecture about the importance of oral hygiene. This all changed when I, finally after almost a year of working at Highland Park Dental, had my first hygiene appointment. Kind of my first hygiene appointment in about four years. After I got scheduled for two 1 hour appointments, because my teeth were so dirty the normal 1 hour appointment was not long enough, the dentist/my boss gave me terrible news. I have eleven cavities. 11. I am humiliated. It was all I could do to come into work the next day. So while my experience here at the dental office may have taught me just how exactly a root canal is performed I guess I missed the very basic lesson on brushing and flossing my teeth. Obviously I have to assume this is karma.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-90143093642568894042009-04-07T17:18:00.000-07:002009-04-07T17:45:34.671-07:00My SundownEarly morning work day means early afternoon off. Very nice day out; sunny and bright. I want to enjoy the warm weather, but do something worthwhile.<br />Goal: Put on sun dress and dance/walk the mile and half to the grocery store.<br />Result: Put on sun dress and dance/walk the mile and half to the grocery store.<br /><br />Goal: Pick up some necessities, mind my own business, and walk/dance my way home.<br />Result: Walk around grocery store, pick up cough drops and chili cheese Frito's. While minding my own business be approached by creepiest man/child alive (actually only calling this guy creepy is like saying Kim Jong-Il is just a little misunderstood). Creepy man/child is wearing skinny jeans in my dream target weight size, a keffiyeh, a bright colored shirt, and has dyed black, hot ironed straightened hair. He followed me around the grocery store for several aisles before he approaches me. He wastes my time for about ten minutes. I somehow find out he's in a transition from an Ecstasy induced lifestyle into a drug free one, no I did not ask, he told me. Does this dude not understand that I am not interested in talking and all I want to do is compare the size of two green onion cheese balls?<br /><br />Overall Goal: Get home safely.<br />Overall Result: Somehow gave grocery store stalker my real number. Good move, Emily. Good move.<br /><br />I would just like to put it out into the universe that if you are currently rehabbing, on parole, or jonesing for any illegal substance then steer clear of this little girl.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-68806604941927279382009-03-25T18:12:00.000-07:002009-03-26T17:16:30.332-07:00After AllRecently I returned from California for a quick Spring Break celebration in Disneyland (Yes, I just went in September, so sue me.) with parts of my family. Rich, Deb, sister Katie, Baby Grace and I packed up Rich's totally butch truck and made the long drive. Disneyland was eye opening in many ways like it has never been before. In my normal life I like to flatter myself into thinking I am an average looking female, but in Disneyland I am like WAY above average on the pretty scale. This isn't because I actually look more attractive with Splash Mountain soaked clothing and stringy hair, it's because there are a lot of unattractive people in this small world. Once you put me in a theme park with average Americans I am the Goddess of Beauty.<br />It.<br /><br />Was.<br /><br />Glorious.<br /><p>I say these bold comments with all confidence in the world and I thought these same comments the entire vacation. I thought all these things while wearing this:</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVJk_HRAVm8KIOKH2CbBmD6xtfb7XbiwmBMfGGKyIHHgXCX6ady0JhNYEGACL01DqnVngAGBzaY9fpXrBf1s8Wb5dh0R5PAomanRPmKn5xuyT7r-xZM0vwBsVSVyl2TXJR5RoOdETE1Y/s1600-h/disneyland"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317650775358567586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVJk_HRAVm8KIOKH2CbBmD6xtfb7XbiwmBMfGGKyIHHgXCX6ady0JhNYEGACL01DqnVngAGBzaY9fpXrBf1s8Wb5dh0R5PAomanRPmKn5xuyT7r-xZM0vwBsVSVyl2TXJR5RoOdETE1Y/s320/disneyland" border="0" /></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVJk_HRAVm8KIOKH2CbBmD6xtfb7XbiwmBMfGGKyIHHgXCX6ady0JhNYEGACL01DqnVngAGBzaY9fpXrBf1s8Wb5dh0R5PAomanRPmKn5xuyT7r-xZM0vwBsVSVyl2TXJR5RoOdETE1Y/s1600-h/disneyland"></a><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVJk_HRAVm8KIOKH2CbBmD6xtfb7XbiwmBMfGGKyIHHgXCX6ady0JhNYEGACL01DqnVngAGBzaY9fpXrBf1s8Wb5dh0R5PAomanRPmKn5xuyT7r-xZM0vwBsVSVyl2TXJR5RoOdETE1Y/s1600-h/disneyland"></a></p><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVJk_HRAVm8KIOKH2CbBmD6xtfb7XbiwmBMfGGKyIHHgXCX6ady0JhNYEGACL01DqnVngAGBzaY9fpXrBf1s8Wb5dh0R5PAomanRPmKn5xuyT7r-xZM0vwBsVSVyl2TXJR5RoOdETE1Y/s1600-h/disneyland"></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Yes, those are Minnie Mouse ankle socks, actually I'd actually prefer if we referred to them as "bobby socks" then I sound retro not lame. </p>emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-46729464413171938662009-03-13T18:52:00.000-07:002009-03-13T19:15:43.323-07:00Near and far.I am in a serious abusive relationship, luckily it isn't currently with a person. It's with text messaging. I love certain things about the text messaging. I hate so many more things about it. One of the best days of my life was the day I discovered google text ( I can get weather info at anytime!). That day only to be topped by the day I was introduced to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cha</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cha</span>. Text messaging is so convenient. It makes staying in touch easier. Sometimes I think I am even way funnier on text message, but then there are other times when I don't translate at all over text. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Texting</span> goes like this for me. 1)Think of a response to the question/statement sent. 2)Try and be funny. 3) Write text. 4) Read text out loud. 5) Send text. I would guess that maybe once a week a sixth step of also getting approval of text message from a friend before sending is also added. Unfortunately there are too many times I send my text without properly thinking. Sometimes the message doesn't translate to funny, I'm pretty sure it just sounds abrasive. Oh and I always get much too bold over text. This is a true story; I had a decent sized crush on a boy who would occasionally take me to dinner. Anyway, over time I found out he had a on again/off again girlfriend, thus making it impossible for him to fall in love with me. One night, fairly late I decided to send him this text message, "I know you love your girlfriend, or whatever, but I know you would have more fun with me." <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">WHA</span>-WHAT? Why would I do that? I'll tell why, because I could. I could easily send him a message making such a bold statement because it was over text. I can do anything over text, I'm invincible. Well, invincible for a very brief amount of time, then I go down in flames. It is usually a 6 to 7 minute time span before I realize what I just did. I always regret it. It takes several hours and many friends to talk me out of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">texting</span> shame. Text messaging has ruined my life, several times over, but that doesn't stop me from loving it.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-20940566808862587612009-02-27T17:56:00.000-08:002015-10-21T15:10:27.574-07:00Sasha Fierce.Yesterday I a made a lot of bad decisions. The biggest bad decision I made was cutting my own bangs. When I said biggest bad decision I meant, I made a seriously terrible mistake. A mistake I will be paying for at least a period of two weeks. I hate myself.<br />
Bangs-1 Emily-0emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-61185171683694511532009-01-30T10:49:00.000-08:002009-01-30T10:58:06.716-08:00Oh Chad Kroeger.This week I was catching up with sister. Sister and I stick to three solid catching up topics; her babies, my school, pop culture. Not only did sister tell me baby Grace loves Beyonce she then made the following statement, "Oh I love that new Nickelback ballad. Everytime I hear it I think of you." The song she is referring to is Nickelbacks newest "hit" "Gotta Be Somebody". I can't decide which is worse, that sister admitted to liking any Nickleback song or that anyone associates my life to a song Chad Kroeger wrote.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-83137896897227976152009-01-16T20:54:00.001-08:002009-01-16T22:21:01.688-08:00Where have I been?I've been lost, but now I am found. First I got lost in the Christmas spirit. I spent all day, everyday with my family and I loved it. I liked being lost there. I'd be lost in family time all the time if I had my way. I was then on my way to coming back to the land of the living, but of course Warrick from CSI had to die, so I needed some Emily time to regroup. And then the mother of all consuming events happened. This was bigger than TV death, this was even bigger than family time. We're talking school time. Yes, I'm still getting my bachelors, but this is my final semester and my final class. FINAL as in last class. Well it will be my last class if I manage to pass it. Final class is the hardest class of my life. Harder than Spanish. Harder than my History of Rock and Roll class. And way harder than my Modern Day Poets: Bob Dylan class. It's my senior thesis and by the time this paper is due I will either be very happy or in the same place sweet Warrick is now. My good friend, Andrew Fish, took this same class last year and offered me one piece of advice "Do not start a new paper. Use one you've already written and make it better." Being the fool I am, I did not heed this advice. I've started a new paper and it is rough. First draft is due Feb. 9th. Team, I've got to pass this paper. All my sleepless nights are consumed with thoughts on making this paper passable. All my work hours are filled with thoughts of what an idiot I am for starting this paper all over. Basically all I think about all the time is this senior paper. So yes VH1 your new show "Tool Academy" looks hilarious, but it'll be reruns for the two of us. Sorry Whitney, but I will not be visiting "The City" within the next month. But attention any books/articles/thoughts on the Northern Cheyenne 1878 Long Walk, we've got some serious hours to clock in together.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-39705557770447415432008-12-16T19:32:00.000-08:002008-12-16T20:42:27.085-08:002008 Gonna Be Great??When I'm not watching TV, I'm thinking. Deep thoughts. What I've been thinking recently was around this time last year everyone was into the catch phrase "2008 is going to be great". Yes, EVERYONE was saying it. While my love for rhyming is only second to my love of alliteration, I really like rhyming that's accurate. And lets all be honest, 2008 not that great. No, I'm not talking 2008 not great just on a personal Emily level, it wasn't that great on a world level (hello, recession). Now I don't think it was because 2008 was so awful I think it's more that we all had our expectations way too high (great, we wanted great). Some people may call me "negative" or a "pessimist" for this kind of attitude, but I prefer to say I'm just keeping it real or that I am even realistically optimistic. I wanted 2008 to actually be great, but that was never going to happen. 12 months is a long time. There were some great months, there were some bad ones. 2008 was an average year, like should have been expected, and people there is nothing wrong with average. Average is steady, it's reliable. I like average. Plus when you expect average when you get anything better it's an added bonus. Let me give you an example.<br />I've always tried to be an average student. Unfortunately for my average goal in Jr. High I was a way below average student. Like way below, I may of may not have had a 2.0 average going into 8th grade. As a student of a younger age my parents would financially reward grades (awesome). For my siblings they had to make the honor roll, for me I had to get a C (double awesome). Once I got to the average stage my parents were happy, I was happy, everyone was happy. Average was awesome. Eventually my grades got better, sometimes even above average and that was just extra exciting, but never expected.<br />Expectations add pressure. I don't work well under pressure. Apparently 2008 doesn't work well under pressure either. I don't blame it. When you start with great you are bound to fail. Luckily for me nine coincidentally rhymes with fine. So, 2009 probably going to be fine and if that doesn't work out 2010 is coming around the bend (boo yeah). Go ahead and think I'm negative about 2008, but I'm just keeping it real, that's how I roll.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-67310447202117346132008-12-14T20:09:00.000-08:002008-12-14T20:36:17.912-08:00Working all the live long day.After a hard work week of tricking kids into good oral hygiene I decided to take Saturday off. Completely off, like I was in my PJ's until 6 PM. Naturally I used this time wisely to catch up on some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">VH</span>1 (for the record, I do not believe that Brett <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Micheals</span> will EVER find love on a tour bus. If he couldn't find it in a mansion or make it work with "the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Frenchie</span>" he should be alone forever). What really intrigued me was this "The Pick Up Artist 2" (A reality show where 3 "mentors" try to turn good guys into smooth operators. Smooth operators who can pick up chicks. Each week one good guy is kicked off the show for his lack of "skills".) marathon. I couldn't decide which of the following three things offended me the most about this reality show.<br />1. The shows main man, "Mystery". <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ok</span>, not so much "Mystery" the man, but for sure "Mystery's" wardrobe. Like I am supposed to believe that a guy who wears top hats and floor length coats trimmed in fur knows anything about "picking up" chicks? Plus "Mystery" is Canadian.<br />2. "Mystery" actually does know how to pick up chicks! So many episodes "Mystery" and his side kick "Matador" give the contestants advice that really works. While the pick up artist experts are outlining the game plan for the fellas I start out skeptical. "Yeah right that would work" to only be thinking <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ashamedly</span> two minutes later "I totally would fall for that" or "I have fallen for that".<br />3. "Mystery" has a whole pick up girls language. He has a lingo that you HAVE to know if you want to be a real pick up artist. I guess the new lingo is where the actual art of the pick up happens. Here are a couple of my favourite pick up definitions.<br />Gambit=Conversation Starter<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Niquito</span>=Chick Magnet<br />Thread=Line of Conversation<br />Here's an example on how to use all three "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ok</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Niquito</span> tell a gambit and after a minute check the thread. If the story isn't working with this babe we'll bounce".<br />While I will admit "Mystery" was able to turn some of these zeros into real <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">hero's</span> I just can't put my full heart into backing this particular reality show, but good try <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">VH</span>1.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-28056347123675373932008-11-11T22:26:00.000-08:002008-11-12T20:26:42.562-08:00Times like these.When I was in elementary school I found great pride in being one of the best readers in my class. Yes, READER. Some kids dominated on the hopscotch courts or the teather ball poles and their time to shine came every recess, well mine came those magical reading days. A whole afternoon of forced quiet time, treats, blankets, and books. Pure heaven. As the years have gone on I've been able to take pride in my ability to speed read. I mean I can read fast, real fast. I read "Twilight" in like 7 hours time. I'm just REAL good at speed reading. For the last several months I have wanted nothing more than to speed read this particular chapter in my life book, BUT here's the thing I've learned about life, it's hard. It is always hard and difficult and there is never a speed reading option through these times. Luckily something else I found about life is there can be so much good during those difficult chapters.<br />I'd like to believe that this one trying chapter in my life is finally finished and I am already in the process of having a new direction in my life. More importantly I can at last look back on my hard time and see the good. I now have a job that I find interesting and entertaining. A job that six months ago was never an option for me. I'm living with my Rich and Deb again, a situation that I honestly never thought I'd be in again. Even though I know we drive each other crazy some days, I could never say enough how happy I am for this chance. These two are great roomies, and it's not just because my Deb will buy me anything I want out of the freezer section or because my Rich puts gas in my car. I've had the chance to become reacquainted with many good friends I had lost touch with. I felt a great outpouring of love from all my family members.<br />I had the chance in life to find out what really matters to me and refocus on who I want to become. I know this only happened to me because I had to completely read the chapter, I couldn't skip ahead I had to get through. I could not thank every supportive person in my life enough for helping me find the good.<br />Listen guys, life is going to be OK. No, life is going to be great. From now on I promise to keep thoughts like these strictly to my diary. Come back and I assure you next blog will be kept to a nice superficial, fun level (maybe we'll even talk "Ugly Betty", LOVE IT).emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-47923541176943994372008-11-06T15:21:00.000-08:002008-11-06T15:41:20.737-08:00Oh you.Dear Felicity season 3-<br />I ordered you from the Murray Library months ago, but it felt like years before I finally got the call that you had made it. Season 1 and 2 were great friends during the empty summer months so of course I had my hopes high. The excitement of you arriving got me through school and work. With anticipations high I put disk one it, ok new theme song, this isn't working for me. New theme song? Really? It just repeats the same words over and over. Where is the humming? I miss the da, da, da's. I think I hate this theme song. Actually I know I do, but I'm going to let it go and try to get my excitement back to an all time high. First episode wasn't a let down, although Felicity seems a little more whiny and whimsical, but I can get over this. We can get over this. Our relationship can move forward, we just have to try. Ok, Ben's alcoholic dad (John Ritters) just came on and he is good. Oh, but I hate this format of Sean constantly filming. I HATE IT. Ok, but Meghan is prettier and more likable this season. Is it enough though?? Can we work through this. I don't know. I never thought I'd say this, but we may need to break up mid-season. It's you not me and I'm willing to give you one more disk to pull it together.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-84406283562311556042008-10-25T13:32:00.000-07:002008-10-26T17:24:44.923-07:00RecapAlright people it's time to get serious. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mcmonopoly</span> is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">almost</span> over and I'm still not a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">millionaire</span>, I'm not even a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">thousandaire</span> yet! This isn't your fault, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">you've</span> all tried to help. After chatting with the Captain I finally have a run down of what we NEED. Here it is. Let's all hope one of you has one of these pieces. Fingers crossed.<br />Golden Ave.<br />Boardwalk (The ever elusive Boardwalk. My entire family <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">desperately</span> tried for this piece one year while we played in New York, we never got it.)<br />Pennsylvania<br />Tennessee<br />Virginia<br />Vermont<br />Mediterranean<br />Short Line Rail Road<br />Water Works<br /><br />Let's do this team. Let's do it for America. Let's do it for the economy. Let's do it for me.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-19554481992540480242008-10-15T17:14:00.001-07:002008-10-15T17:32:56.287-07:00Baby Talk.I have a new co-worker. She helps me with all my jobs and never complains about taking the trash out. Luckily she and I get along great, she has already declared us BFF's. She may or may not be five years old. She may or may not be my bosses daughter who comes to the office after her early morning kindergarten (which she hates, but she may need that french she's learning one day). While she may or may not be a lot of things, what she defiantly is, is wise beyond her years. A and I had a rocky start, she's a little shy, but eventually my warm smiles paid off and she started talking to me. Then this little incident happened in the lunch room.<br />A: Emily do you have a boyfriend?<br />E: No.<br />A: Why? I do. I have a boyfriend and he's a year older than me. I kissed my sisters boyfriend. We were playing "High School Musical" and he was Troy.<br /><br />A then got a serious lecture from me about boyfriends coming and going, but sisters staying forever and how the Disney Channel was no longer an example of high morals (thanks a lot Miley). A also then seriously told her mom they needed to find me a boyfriend. You're nobody in A's world unless you're somebody with a boyfriend.<br /><br />Fortunately A gave me (a complete boyfriend less loser) another chance and our friendship continued to grow. One day, because of my quest to win the McMonopoly, A and I were driving to the golden arches. On the way there she started singing a Columbus song (Columbus Day was quickly approaching and apparently her kindergarten had taught her this Columbus boat song) naturally I felt obligated to tell A the truth about Columbus. Then this happened.<br />A: What's a murderer? How do you even know this?<br />E: Because I'm the smartest person you know.<br />A: No you're not, you don't even have a boyfriend!<br />E: A, I could get a boyfriend.<br />A: No you couldn't.<br />E: Yeah, yeah I could if I wanted.<br />A: Ok, well if you get a boyfriend he should go to your school. He should be cute and if he's rich he could buy you a pony and you could name it Rainbow.<br /><br />This logic all made sense to me, I would love to name a pony Rainbow. A may or may not be on to something. So while she may not know the definition of genocide (but she did think it sounds "stupid") she may or may not have all the solutions to life. Get a boyfriend. Get a boyfriend who can buy you a pony, sounds good to me.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-89032337819182686642008-10-07T14:54:00.000-07:002008-10-07T15:50:07.196-07:00New friends. Old friends. All friends.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrzft4x-csOYi7NOEQKdQN3jNeEbIQAzk4aQ6GmRpheSL5NonZneFPnen8ovOCQ0LK0m-JmjMRDFw2glxtbNy_vw-Ei39Xd8HvwjVOKIh9ot9O3_sPzXaJHzTnO0FbkQVJWqv1KHqDPjU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254546614576795250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrzft4x-csOYi7NOEQKdQN3jNeEbIQAzk4aQ6GmRpheSL5NonZneFPnen8ovOCQ0LK0m-JmjMRDFw2glxtbNy_vw-Ei39Xd8HvwjVOKIh9ot9O3_sPzXaJHzTnO0FbkQVJWqv1KHqDPjU/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I've been a very neglectful blogger. I have things to say, but lately I just can't find the time to say them here. That's all about to change though. I promise to give my baby blog the attention any newborn would receive. This is a promise I intend to keep. Now that I'm back to regular blogging there are many things to talk about. I could tell you all about my trip to Disneyland (it was awesome) or how much I hate it when a patient uses the big suction as a personal suction (it makes my job difficult), but why I'm writing today is because I need a favour. As some of you may or may not know today is the official start of McDonald's monopoly game. What fewer of you probably know is that I play this game religiously anytime we are lucky enough to have it roll around. Well how does my future obesity and empty wallet concern you? I have a deep in my gut feeling that 2008 is my time to win a big prize, no a HUGE prize. I've been giving the golden arches my money for so long, I've basically earned this. I can't do it alone (I actually haven't been technically doing it alone any year. You see, I have this friend "The Captain", he works on a "crew" who eat daily at McDonalds during game time and every year the two of us combine pieces), I need your pieces. I figure if I can cover the greater parts of the USA I have a real, real chance at winning. And honestly you are more than likely going to throw your pieces out. If my happiness isn't enough of a reason for you to want to give me your game pieces I've compiled a short list to try and convince you:<br />1. I'd be really, really happy.<br />2. This is a service opportunity for you. Serving others makes you happy.<br />3. You'll be receiving many good karma points which one day you can cash in.<br />4. I don't plan on saving any of my money. I plan on spending all of it, thus putting it right back into the economy and helping to pull this country out of it's recession one pair of shoes at a time.<br />5. When I win big I'll throw some money your way and/or donate to your favourite charity.<br /><br />So maybe your my big sister who wants to treat her sweet little daughter to a treat, maybe you remember they have delicious treats at McDonald's. Maybe you're my cousin who lives in Texas with her husband. Maybe you realize that I know no one else in Texas and you're my only hope from pieces from the largest state in the union. Maybe you're my dear friend who moved to CO with her husband and now you can finally realize one positive reason to being in a different state than me. Maybe you're a friend from college who is driving through a few states for a quick trip or to attend a wedding somewhere. Maybe you're an old roommate who lives on the East coast and you love Diet Coke anyway and you realize that McDonald's has the best mix of syrup to carbonation around. Maybe you're just someone who enjoys "lovin' it" daily.<br />In the end you could be anyone as long as you give me your game pieces you're somebody helping to bring a lifelong dream into realization.<br /><br />So let me know what pieces you want to donate. You can comment here. Or email me. I'll even send you a self addressed and stamped envelope to any location you may be in. I know I have a lot of funny ideas, but this is for very real. Help me out! 2008 is my year to win, but only with your help!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-38974497592913771322008-08-30T21:17:00.000-07:002008-08-30T21:45:24.302-07:00I'm short, but I am happy.End of summer. Sad time of the year. Possibly the saddest time of any year for me. End of summer is worse than December 26th in this girls opinion. In an effort to benefit more from this day instead of the typical bad attitude I thought I'd make a retrospective list of summer lessons learned.<br /><br />* Hula hooping is in all seriousness a great workout (and fun I should add). Impossible to believe? Come check out my calf's. Seriously my calf's are looking awesome.<br />* Ace the Base is a good band. I know it's a good joke band, one of the best joke bands perhaps, but they also have some terrific back beats. "Don't Turn Around" has been my entire lunch break for the last few weeks and it would be impossible for me to be happier about it.<br />* End of summer means beginning of fall and that means Hutchison family Disneyland trip! I dream about the churro's and popcorn. This trip involves baby Grace and while I have some hesitations about sharing in the ride time, I think it should be a lot of fun to have a legitimate reason to be in Fantasyland (other than 8 adults going to Peter Pan solely for my 28 year old sisters desires).<br />* Living vicariously through "Felicity" is completely healthy. If I can't have JJ Abrams write the story of my life at least for an 42 minutes at a time i can sneak into his favorite heroines world. The Murray Library already has my request for season 3. Hopefully this can come through soon because I need/want more Scott Speedman. Like now.<br />* Having a job sounds awful, but it is actually fun, fun, fun. At first I hated punching in and out, but now I joy from it. I really, seriously love my job. I can even answer the phones now.<br /><br />End of summer is a sad time, but fall can be nice, I like wearing a nice lightweight jacket as much as the next person.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-71909948835569893712008-07-29T17:19:00.000-07:002008-07-29T17:38:35.199-07:00Proof I Still Exist.Summer of Emily is in full force people, so either jump on or get out of the way. I thought the Summer of Emily circa '06 was going to be the peak of the overcoming fears. That was the summer my good friend Tom Swapp decided that something needed to be done about my "ridiculous" Emu fear and found a strange, little farm off the freeway in Orem, UT that had emus. One hot day we hiked in over the railroad tracks and got close and personal with the emus (and the buffalo who also lived there), afterwards he was so proud of me he bought me a snow cone. He's a heck of a human. '06 was also the summer I visited a construction site and climbed the ladder, it was a huge summer, but '08 is making bigger strides. Not only has Summer of Emily '08 brought many a spider killed by me (Ok, maybe by many I mean probably about four, but that's four more than I was killing in the Winter of Emily.), but it has brought the biggest fear leap to date.<br />I got a job (thanks to Bree, who is definitely cooler than "Felicity" on DVD). While this is a big deal in itself (First real job I've had in three and a half years, I have an appointed lunch break, and I even have to clock in!) what makes it Summer of Emily material is the fact that this job happens to be in a dentist office as a dental assistant. As all of you should know (because I blogged about it already) I had a terrifying experience with my dentist 7 years ago, such a terrifying experience that I have a legitimate reason for fearing dental appointments. Now I work for one, and kind of love it, but also sometimes it makes me want to throw up. I get to touch all those things you want to touch in the office, but are afraid you'll get caught doing. I get to push the buttons on the chair, I know the reasons the instruments smell weird, and today I even made an temporary crown. So while this job may not last forever (I sometimes wonder if I'm too much of a free spirit to be tied down by "the man" and I have some serious day dreams about working at the zoo.) the fear is conquered and no one can take that ways from me. In your face Summer of Emily '06.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-51027214132769935462008-07-18T18:11:00.000-07:002008-07-18T18:40:53.693-07:00Peter PeevesIn my short 24 years I'm afraid that I have developed quiet a number of pet peeves. I've really been trying to cut back on the annoyances I feel over little things, and I can get over forgetting to use your blinker, I try and ignore the fact that you just used "at" to end your sentences, and I will even stop clearing off the extra seconds left on the microwave, but I can never, ever get over the public restroom intruder. <br />Using a public restroom is obviously never nearly as comfortable as a private bathroom break, but when forced to use the public restroom I still like trying to have some space. This is why when fate allows I take a middle stall surrounded by empty stalls. Often times this requires me to walk the length of the restroom, but it's worth it. This is where the dreaded intruder comes in. No matter how many empty stalls are in a bathroom this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">jokster</span> has to pick the stall directly next to mine. This bothers me to no end in fact I would say it drives me crazy. It happened last week at Target and today at the movie theater. The restroom intruder totally brought down my post Dark Knight high. I'm going to try to get over this unnecessary peeve, but until then I will at least just try and make it my only peeve.<br /><br />PS The good news is, my friend Traci at the library tells me they can special order Felicity season 2. Apparently special ordering isn't that big deal for the Murray Library, they ordered in Daft Punk <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">DVD's</span> just on the recommendation of one patron, I feel that many would benefit from more Felicity.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-26574788894298558332008-07-11T14:00:00.000-07:002008-07-11T15:16:58.318-07:00Big news. No, huge news.This is the biggest thing to happen to me since Summer finally gave Seth the time of day and their magical romance began. My Rich and Deb are FINALLY home, and all the Hutchisons could not be happier. After three (very long, Emily's opinion solely) years in Argentina Rich and Deb have come back to the land of hamburgers and inches. I personally could not have received parents at a better time. While joy is at an all time high, we still have some details to iron out. <div><br /></div><div>Background: I currently do not have a job, school, or any real obligations. </div><div>Question: Is there any reason I should have to be up before 10AM under these conditions?</div><div>Emily's Answer: No, there is NO reason I should be up earlier than 10.</div><div>Rich's Answer: Yes, companionship study and there is no reason a to sleep in later than 9, plus only Satan sleeps in that late. </div><div><br /></div><div>So there are so things to work out. Another thing to work out, Rich trying to set me up on dates with EVERYONE. Rich has a goal of 30 referrals for dates by Sunday. He's in mission mode still and I am suffering the consequences. He asked the checker at Costco if he was single and looking. If it wouldn't have been so funny, it would have been humiliating. I'm sure there will be many more of these experiences so I'll keep you posted. </div><div><br /></div><div>Side Note- If anyone knows where I can get my hands on a copy of Felicity season 2 I would be forever indebted. If I don't find out soon if Felicity went to Berlin with Noel or across the country with Ben, I am going to lose my mind. </div><div><br /></div>emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-63693901940831651272008-06-23T15:17:00.001-07:002008-06-30T15:37:37.854-07:00Alright Already.Summer is the season of love. Even if you wanted to ignore this fact, it'd be impossible. Anxiously awaiting the American re arrival of Rich and Deb doesn't take up that much time. School is over, so that is no longer occupying any time, this leave Emily with a lot of free time. Usually I like to kill some of this free time with my old friend TV, but no longer. TV and I are not on the best of terms. I sat through the 24/7 coverage of Anna Nicole Smiths death, I gritted my teeth and smiled through Lifetime Networks reality flop "Yo Momma Don't Dance", I guess what I'm saying is I've been there through thick and thin and now I'm let down. What did TV do to lose such loyalty? It has become fully and completely taken over by wedding mania. Every time I flip my old friend on it's shoving martial bliss back in my face. Ok, ok Target I get it, the happiest of couples register there. Alright David's Bridal, you have wedding dresses for $99.00 you're right that is a good deal. Really Style Network? Another marathon of "Married Away"? Call me a cynic, call me bitter, call me angry but I am over wedding season. Until TV programmers are also over summer of '08 aka wedding season of the year, I'm only watching The Food Network and/or TV on DVD.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-34961558555373982852008-06-23T15:17:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:31:48.205-07:00Truth be told.Ok, ok when I said sleep and watch Gossip Girl, I meant sleep and rent all episodes of the first season of The OC, thank you Murray Library. BEST DECISION I have EVER made (yes, it's all caps good). I got chills when I started the first disk and the sweet sound of Phantom Planet came on. The OC has been one of the only steadfast in my life since '03, so you can imagine how nice it is getting reacquainted with my old friends. How much I 've missed Ryan, Sandy, Seth and even sassy Summer (I however have not missed Kirsten nor Marissa, personal reasons). I don't feel all that guilty cheating on Gossip Girl, first of all those Hong Kong, pirated versions are about as reliable as they sound and secondly Josh Schwartz doesn't care which show you watch as long as you're giving into the guilty pleasure of upper class, teen decadence dramas.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087101519215120555.post-44713313579467128122008-06-18T11:50:00.000-07:002008-06-18T12:22:50.391-07:00The early bird.......I've been up since 6:30 AM and it was worth it. "Why would you pull yourself from your perfectly chilled sheets at that awful hour and how do you still have a smile on your face?" you may ask. Well summer finals over, would be my answer. I finished school until August and I assure you I have earned this break. This was my fourth semester in a row and there were some moments I doubted I'd make it to June 18th alive. So, goodbye Constantine. Goodbye Sophie Scholl. Goodbye preterit VS imperfect tenses. See you in the fall. As for me I plan on intervening between watching pirated, Hong Kong versions of CW's Gossip Girl and sleeping for five straight days. If no one hears from me by Tuesday, get worried.emilyhutchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05682983969494767779noreply@blogger.com3