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*We've never actually started. Minor detail. 

Wednesday, January 6, 2010 - Posted by Amanda Bast
My mother and I decided that this year is THE year. 2010 will be a year of change. This year we will finally diverge from bad behaviours and commit to something better. We will move away our unhealthy antics and move on to something rewarding and refreshing. We won't just replace our bad habit with another bad habit. Instead we will actively seek ways to enrich our lives. Our bodies will thank us for it. Our loved ones will cheer us on. Our spirits will soar and no longer be burdened. Joy will seep back into our lives. We will regain control. Nothing will stop us from reaching our goals. To say the sky is the limit would be limiting ourselves. The universe is the limit. Wait no, there is no limit. We are limitless. We are strong, powerful women who are beautiful, inside and out. We are soldiers, fighting in a war against unrealistic ideals. We will no longer be defined by how we look or the clothes we wear or the products we consume, no! We will stand up for ourselves and power through. When we've come to the end of our rope, we will tie a knot and hold on for dear life. We will lean on each other, when we're not strong. We'll be friends. We'll help each other carry on. It's not going to be long before someone else needs someone to lean on. So just call on us, brothers, if you need friends. We all need somebody to lean on.

This is it, and it is really happening. I believe in us, and so should you. Please, help us by being our cheerleaders.

This year, 2010, my mother and I vow to quit smoking*. Please, join us in our journey. It's going to be a wild ride.

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things that don't make sense 

Wednesday, November 4, 2009 - Posted by Amanda Bast
I am very good at remembering things. I can remember the class seating plan from grade three. I remember exactly where everyone sat. I can also remember the phone number of my best friend from grade four. I remember when this guy Chris puked in front of the piano in kindergarten, and I remember a couple of years later when he spazzed out and drew all over my French worksheet in pen. I remember when my brother put a whole loaf of bread in the microwave, twist tie and all, which started a mini fire, even though no one else does. I remember that there was a loose baseboard in the upstairs hallway in the house I lived in until I was 3, and that I used to pretend there was a small town living in that baseboard. I remember this kid from the lake who used to have a pet rat. I also remember this other kid from the lake that we used to call rat boy, because his face was rat-like. I remember this show where the girl had a human mother and an alien father who lived in this prism thing and when she was upset, she could put her two index fingers together and freeze time.

But, I cannot remember important dates like my good friends' birthdays, or my three year blog-aversary. Sorry for sucking a little bit.

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Squeezy Baby 

Tuesday, March 24, 2009 - Posted by Amanda Bast
This morning I thought I saw a large iguana-type thing on the other side of the chain link fence. I had visions of the massive reptilian eating the dog and me alive, so I weighed my options: go and save the dog, or run from the big stripey iguana and leave Sass to defend her poor little self. As my brain thought about fighting or flighting, my eyes came to the realization that I was actually looking at a cat. A nice furry cat.

I am very close to graduation and the "real world" and I think it's starting to get to me.

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and so it begins... 

Tuesday, March 3, 2009 - Posted by Amanda Bast
...another application process. Now that all teacher's college application stuff is done with (including an interview with Laurier!) I get to think about summer jobs. Because of the intense wedding season (!!!), I've decided not to seek employment up at the lake this summer.

Here begins the hunt to find a reasonable job during a time when many companies are on hiring freezes because of the economy. Hoorah. I've decided to cover all of my bases - from insurance companies to libraries to scrapbooking stores to daycares - I will apply for them all.

The only things I refuse to do: work at a food establishment where I cannot eat any of the items offered (i.e. Dairy Queen or Glutenway) and anything involving extensive amounts of vacuuming (i.e. cleaning at a hotel).

The vacuuming thing seems trite, but I would rather do most things than vacuum. Like pick up dog poop. I'd much rather do that then vacuum.

Yet again, a mildly serious post turns to poop.

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sorry, that was gross 

Monday, September 29, 2008 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Every year my mother asks for a Christmas list at least 5 months before Christmas. This puts me into thinking about Christmas mode in the summertime, of which I am not really a fan. This year she was especially insistent about getting a list so she can be done all of her shopping before the end of October.

Last night I wrote her a list. It is as follows (take notes, people):

1. Baby Grand Piano (shiny and black)
2. Puppy (furry and black)
3. The ability to eat gluten without getting the runs
4. Barbie van (like Sarah's...it has a hot tub)
5. Stick-on earrings (the ones that look like jewels)
6. Copious amounts of candy (the more sugar, the better)

It has since been revised because we're already getting a puppy (at the end of October), and even if we weren't getting a puppy, Dad thinks he's hairy enough to make up for it.

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Irony? or Amanda's self fulfilling prophesy? 

Thursday, March 27, 2008 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Staying up too late working, and then being dead tired the next day and worried about falling asleep during a presentation about sleeping disorders.

I also remember having a difficult time writing a paper about children with ADHD last term because I was so distracted with other things. I'd start writing, but whenever I'd get on a roll I would completely abandon wh

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Q & A 

Saturday, November 17, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
What's the deal with you and your lack of posting, Mandie? Why aren't your posts as frequent as they have been in the past?

Sorry. It's true - I have been slacking a little. It's not because I forget, or because I don't want to...it's because I feel like there isn't anything blogworthy happening in my life right now.

Now hold on Mandie, nothing blogworthy happening? You write about useless crap that is only sometimes funny. I think that's a lame excuse.

Yes, it's probably a lame excuse, but hey, I'm pretty good at being lame on purpose. Perhaps the reason nothing blogworthy is happening is because I'm actually doing things lifeworthy these days.

Lifeworthy? Oh give me a break! What could possibly be more important than blogging?

Ummm...lets see. A wicked sweet small group, amazing friends, being a full-time third wheel, knitting, kindergarten, getting decent (or more decent than last term) marks, drinking a lot of water, drinking too much coffee, driving to and from school, and getting next to no sleep. This and this have also been taking up quite a bit of my time. And Tetris. Can't forget about Tetris.

I see your point. It's hard to blog about Tetris.

Obviously. It's easier to have a conversation with yourself on a blog than it is to blog about Tetris.

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directly from my research methods textbook 

Wednesday, November 7, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
"Another obvious closed-ended question is about gender. To leave such questions open-ended runs the risk that some respondent will either purposefully or inadvertently answer in a way that provides meaningless data. (Putting "sex" with a blank after it, for example, is an open invitation for some character to write "yes" rather than the information wanted.)"


Yeeeeeeah, I'd probably do that.

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one I said I'd write awhile ago, but forgot about until now 

Tuesday, September 18, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
BREAKING NEWS: Caleb Eats Meat

The other evening, I recieved a phone call from Mr. Macdonald, explaining that he was compromising his values and eating roast beef. I was shocked, and asked why, WHY?! would he think that eating animal protein was a good idea? He said it was necessary to keep his health in order. I was confused. I thought you took supplements, Caleb? What could possibly have happened that caused you to disregard your beliefs?

His explanation:

"Amanda, the video game is oppressing me! It made me eat meat! I HAD NO CHOICE! I would have DIED!"

Said video game should be burned for causing my friend to have to endure such a traumatic experience.

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"So Amanda, how is the packing going?" 

Tuesday, June 26, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Packing? Ummm lets see...well...I got a new hat! And flowers! I have flowers! Want to see?

Oh, this is the book that made me cry in the bookstore yesterday. It's for children.

those are my flowers!

YAY FLOWERS!

Did someone say Peacey P? I LOVES the Peacey P. And my new hat.

that one is protruding a lil bit

one that turned out semi-cool completely by accident

Brrrpttt! This is my hat, PLAYA!
Packing? Ooooh you mean I have to PACK? You're saying that I'm leaving for two months so I need to PACK? Leaving on Thursday? Oh man, that's really soon. Yeah, maybe I should...oh HEY! there's a squirrel outside!


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evil evil evil evil evil! 

Friday, June 15, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Dear people who make Mini Wheats,

First of all, you suck. And so do Mini Wheats. You already had shredded wheat, and that was a hit, so why mess up a good thing and make them miniature? Doesn't bigger usually mean better? Why would I eat ten little things when I could just eat one big one? Yes, size does matter in this case.

Secondly, why do you have to make such STUPID and ANNOYINGLY catchy jingles? Take this one, for example:

The song is catchy and fun. It grabs the attention of those of us who loved Grease, and really, who didn't love John Travola and his sexy butt chin dimple...thing? And this one:

This one makes me want to go on vacation. With a Mini Wheat. Why the heck would I want to go on vacation with a Mini Wheat? He'd go swimming once, and he'd fall apart. What a crappy travel buddy.

I appreciate your catchy songs, I really do. Please tell me something: where are the Mini Wheat's arms and legs? How come his gloves and flip flops float around him? Why does he need gloves and flip flops if he has no extremities? This confuses me. I would really like to know.

Also, why is the Mini Wheat close to the same size as the people in the commercial? I thought he was supposed to be mini. I would hate to see Regular Wheat. That is just scary.

Everytime I see one of your commercials I think that someone is playing a cruel joke on me. I've had these jingles stuck in my head for DAYS now, and I can't even EAT Mini Wheats. I know they're high in fibre, but I definitely can go wrong. Mini Wheats would wreck havok on my intestinal system. Screw you gluten companies, what with your catchy commercials and poison-like food. If you aren't going to be nice and make non-wheat Mini Wheats, then at least make your commercials less catchy, so us poor souls who can't eat Mini Wheats aren't left singing a ridiculous song by ourselves in the cereal aisle.

Glutenly free,

Amanda

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playing tag 

Tuesday, June 5, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
"Here are the rules… Each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to write in their blogs the 7 facts, as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag seven others and list their names on your blog."

Annie tagged me, so I guess I better do this. Now I have to think of seven random facts.

1. I can't sit still. I wouldn't say I'm hyperactive, I just need to shift my body alot. Or play with something in my hands. Or fidget. Maybe it's why I like to blog...typing is like fidgeting. I've been like this ever since I was little. I watched home videos today, and I was down right obnoxious. I don't know how my family put up with me. I was never still, and I never shut up. And I sounded like a chipmunk. Ok, that was several facts, but oh well.

2. This is sort of in response to Annie's second fact. I have always been abnormally tiny. Like, unbelievabley tiny. I got made fun of on a regular basis, but it confused me because I didn't realize how short I was (as I said before, I was loud and obnoxious and my self-esteem was pretty high, considering my height). I used to say, "Well, you're ugly and I can grow!" to people who told me I was too short. In grade 5, I got sent to an endocrinologist, and they determined that I was growth hormone deficient. And then I went on synthetic human growth hormones for the next five years. Steriods, basically (they're worth thousands on the streets!). Needles six days a week for five years...huzzah. I don't think many people know about that. But it's kind of cool. Now I'm still short, but taller than my mom so....I've arrived. How do you like them apples, Maja?

3. I have a list of careers that I secretly dream of having. That list includes: stand-up comedian, rockstar, radio dj, author (I actually have ambitions of doing this, but we'll see), professional athlete (this one is the most ridiculous...I can't even run), therapist of some sort, the next Martha Stewart (minus being a wacko and getting arrested), self-supporting artist, small business owner (I guess that goes along with self-supporting artist), talk show host. Heck, just give me my own TV show, and I can do all of the above. I'd be way better than Martha.

4. I have a crush on the guy who works at Starbucks. Seriously. I saw him walking across University, in front of my car the other week and I got little butterflies in my tummy. That is ridiculous and stupid, I know. But he's cuuuuute.

5. I always imagine meeting the guy I marry randomly (like at Starbucks) and then discovering that he is a sweet, good looking Christian guy who falls madly in love with me. OK, I'm a bit of an idealist, and I daydream waaaay too much for my own good, but a girl can hope, right?

6. One time in grade six, I was discussing with my teacher (the one I volunteer with now) what I say to people when they tell me I'm too short to be how old I am. I said (no joke), "I just tell them I'm a child prostitute." The teacher told me it wasn't appropriate and I was confused. I did not know what that meant (sooo innocent) and I had heard the word just before talking to my teacher. I, in fact, meant to say "child prodigy", which is so totally appropriate and kind of funny. I still feel horrible for saying this to my teacher and I often think I should explain myself even though it is eight years later and she probably doesn't remember the conversation.

7. I still enjoy my Backstreet Boys CDs. A whole lot. I drive to Guelph and blast the Backstreet Boys. I am slightly ashamed, and joke that I still listen to them, but it is no joke. I still listen pump it loud. I just can't get enough. Sorry Kerry.


ummmm I don't know who actually reads this. But I'll tag Kerry, Steph, Nicky, Joanna, Kristi. And Tyler, but he doesn't have a blog. ANd I don't know who else blogs. Silas. But I'm pretty sure he doesn't read this. Oh, Wally has a blog. I don't know if he still reads this. Well, howsabout whoever wants to, can do it. :o)

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the better blogging bureau 

Monday, April 16, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
If there was such a thing as the better blogging bureau, I would have gotten a call from them for my last post. Seriously, who writes about a clock? Me, when I'm supposed to be studying. Yeah. Well. I know you love it.

BIG NEWS: I never have to do stats EVER again. How wonderful is that!!!!!!!!! The only downfall to completing stats is that it signifies the last course of our program that has boys in it. Well, unless you count Dictionary Dillon (who, we decided today, is a "hunk of burning love")...buuut we don't usually count him. It's sad, really. But I am taking a music (yay!) course in the fall that will have boys in it. First year boys. Honestly, I need to take better courses.

Good thing there isn't really a BBB, because it would nail me again for today's useless post. Which now I will try to make up for by posting some pictures of things I've done that may also have broken some rules...
The time when I was dressed up like a dude and danced on a counter at church.

The time we took advantage of Jake's pastor key and went exploring at the church.

The time we invaded Ty's house and made a human pyramid. I would just like to say that no matter what Tyler says, we didn't actually break any rules (other than Caleb noodling in Ty's bed..), in fact, we made a good impression when we helped his mom carry in her groceries.

The time I got into an IKEA bed with my shoes on.


And lastly, the time I was in a hole in the stage at church.

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dedadoodah 

Saturday, April 14, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
If you've ever been to my house, or been on the phone with a member of our household on the hour, then you've probably heard our clocks. There is the little one on the TV cabinet that bongs on the hour and dings on the half hour. And there is also the grandfather clock, which makes some sort of noise every fifteen minutes. I'm completely used to all this noise, and no, it doesn't wake me up at night (anymore). I find the ticking to be quite soothing.

Lately the big clock's bongs have been quieter than normal. The dedadoodahs leading up to the bongs are regular volume though. Mother thinks this is a huge problem. I, on the other hand don't mind it so much. You can talk and still be heard while it's bonging now. I don't know why this is such a big deal, but it's been quite the topic of conversation at our house lately.

I need to get out of the house. Studying is driving me mad. Mom just used the word "crack-ilicious". Even in my study overload state of brain, it doesn't make sense.

In other news, the more I listen to this Sufjan album the more in love with it I become. It's so soothing and wonderful and appropriate for studying. Hoorah.

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