{"id":9,"date":"2007-10-24T13:13:00","date_gmt":"2007-10-24T13:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/moavenz.com\/blog\/?p=9"},"modified":"2007-10-24T13:13:00","modified_gmt":"2007-10-24T13:13:00","slug":"oh-bossy-how-do-i-envy-thee-let-me-count-the-ways","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/moavenz.com\/blog\/?p=9","title":{"rendered":"Oh Bossy, How Do I Envy Thee… Let Me Count the Ways"},"content":{"rendered":"

This will only be funny if you’re me; <\/span> or…, <\/span> if, like me, you just came off of a 72-hour <\/span>Bossy<\/a><\/span> marathon, but even then, probably still only funny to me. Oh well, for everyone else, here’s something funny for you to watch
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For me, enjoy…<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>1. At least Bossy’s backyard <\/span>weeds<\/s><\/span><\/a> flora bloom.<\/span>
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<\/span>Of course, not all of my yard is weeds.<\/span>
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<\/span>2. My <\/span>pj’s<\/a><\/span> are typically whatever clothes I pass out in (notice dress socks, leftover from a meeting the other day). And yes, that is a <\/span>Charlotte Hornets<\/a><\/span> t-shirt, just to date myself (and my wardrobe) a bit.<\/span>\"\"<\/a><\/span>
<\/span>3. Walking down my hallway at any hour of the day yields a choice between dodging piles of clothing on their third day of strike and dog toys.<\/span>
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<\/span>4. My <\/span>husband<\/a><\/span> was also <\/span>a rock star when he was<\/s><\/span> younger.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>5. My cultural background is Southern – all the guilt, none of the <\/span>beseder<\/a><\/span> holidays.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>6. While I have a great sense of humor, not much of it is original – I have to steal blog ideas from Bossy!<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>7. It’s hard to have “<\/span>stretched arm photo taking skillz<\/a><\/span>” when all your strength goes into holding the battery compartment closed on your 2.0 mp hand-me-down (and yes, it’s my first digital camera). Though, I do live in the same town as Elizabeth Edwards.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>8. I don’t even have <\/span>shutters<\/a><\/span>.<\/span>\"\"<\/a><\/span>
<\/span>9. My dog has the right coloring, but lacks the gi-normousness of <\/span>Bossy’s<\/a><\/span>.<\/span>
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<\/span>Also, I can’t get her to strike the same adorable sleep poses as Bossy’s <\/span>deer<\/s><\/span> dog.<\/span>
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<\/span>10. All my quirky 80’s music <\/span>
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is trapped on cassettes somewhere in the vast wasteland that is my attic. Though I did manage (God bless i-Tunes) to download a fun tribute<\/a> song:<\/span>
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Pictures of You, The Cure<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n


<\/span>11. Try as I might, I just can’t refer to myself in the third person!<\/span>

12. My hair challenge? The EXACT opposite of “embracing my inner curl<\/a>.”
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<\/span>13. My <\/span>photoshop<\/a><\/span> skills consist of open file, crop, save, exit…<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>14. <\/span>Bossy’s husband<\/a><\/span> doesn’t have anything to fear from my garden.<\/span>
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<\/span>Unless there’s such a thing as “okra envy”?!<\/span>
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<\/span>15. The only time I’ve seen the <\/span>wee hours<\/a><\/span> of the morning, is when I’ve stayed up way too late free-basing youTube videos – thanks Nathan.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>16. I <\/span>completely<\/span> missed the <\/span>Little People, Big World<\/a><\/span> marathon.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>p.s. any plans for one last <\/span>college tour<\/a><\/span> – Southern style?!!<\/span><\/p>\n

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