I have a state quarter collection. Almost every single person I know criticizes me for this, I don’t know why. There are two versions of each state coin - one from the Denver mint and one from the Philadelphia mint. Since I live on the east coast, it is fairly easy to find the Philadelphia versions of the coins. It is harder to find the Denver versions. When I was out west this summer, I gathered a bunch of Denver versions, and I just today got around to putting them in my state quarter book. Here are the Denver versions that I was able to add:
Oregon
Minnesota
Michigan
Louisiana
Yay.
Here are the Denver editions that I still need to find:
Delaware
Vermont
Illinois
Alabama
Maine
Missouri
Iowa
Wisconsin
Kansas
West Virginia
All of 2006, 2007, 2008
Who will sleep happier tonight, the people who are nice, or the people who are mean? The people who are honest, or the people who lie? The people who admit it, or the people who deny it? The people who leave, or the people who are left?
This is what I look like when I am renovating my apartment.
Elizabeth told me something interesting today. She said that if you have allergies, you should eat locally produced honey. It helps to immunize you against the pollen of local flowers. I don’t know if this is true or not, but it’s a cool idea. They have self-serve local organic honey at Integral Yoga - we made a mess filling up one of those plastic honey bears.
To commemorate this day, I have drawn this picture of a bee.
The thing you don’t understand is that sometimes I want you to give me things, but that’s just so I can look at them and remember you when you are gone.
How do you say “we are so hotttt” in espanol?
I would like to welcome two new members to my family! Fannie and Minnie arrived this evening. Pictured is Fannie. Minnie to follow.
This weekend the stupid b*tch who lives above me was being so noisy, and so was her dog (another stupid bitch, HA). Then on Saturday morning she went out and the dog was home alone, and it was running back and forth and barking and howling and I really wanted to get a gun and shoot right through the ceiling. Instead, I banged on the ceiling with my umbrella. The umbrella broke, and then a sharp piece of it went through my hand. And then like 10 gallons of blood came out of my hand and onto the floor. Ow.
Then, I was so mad I decided to call the police to see if I could file some sort of noise complaint. So I called 911, but then I hung up right away cuz I felt bad about tying up the 911 line with an obvious non-emergency.
As I was looking through the phone book for the non-emergency police number (with blood still pouring out of my hand) 911 called me BACK, but when I tried to answer the phone it was broken and wouldn’t pick up. So 911 left me a message saying they were sending emergency personel out to my apartment. And I’m thinking great, when they get here and find me covered in my own blood, clutching a broken umbrella, and hysterical over a barking dog they are going to lock me up.
But I called 911 back and straightened it all out.
I hate stupid b*tches.
