Friday, March 31, 2006

Amelie Friday

In case you haven't noticed, it's Friday again. So let's play the Amelie Game.

If this is you're first time, here are the rules: three likes and three dislikes from the previous week. I'll start with dislikes:

  • Slow elevators
  • When people only go up one floor on the slow elevator (instead of taking the stairs)
  • When you get on the slow elevator and have to stop on every freakin' floor before you get to your own.
Likes:Okay, now it's your turn. Leave your likes and dislikes in the comments. Wise asses are especially encouraged to reply.

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1 comment:

  1. Yay! Amelie Game! I've come to like this game. I am so glad you tried the chapstick thing. It's so great and I am glad it helped you!


    My LIKES:

    1. Thoracic Surgery rotation this week. I was dreading it but turns out, I happen to really like it alot. What a pleasant surprise.

    2. Driving my car today after parking it all sweet dear ol dad, has to keep himself busy, so he went over it with a fine toothed comb, found some problems, replaced a few things and made sure it was in tip top shape for me...and I didn't know he was doing it until it was done.

    3. Sunny 80 degree Fridays and a great day at work!


    1. Having to give up my lovely home made dinner plans to have a relaxing fun evening for Kev and the kids to go to his moms for pizza, which I hate.

    2. Getting gifts from Kevs Mom. I know that sounds bad, but she ALWAYS makes me a bracelet or earrings or both...for the last 5 years...for every gift giving holiday...and I shit you not, I wear it to be nice right away and they always break within hours...and to top it off, she doesn't even bother to put a clasp on them, it is more like a hook type thing...I would understand if she didn't make anything at all with clasps but she does so it kinda goes along with the shittiest end of the stick type thing...just say Happy Birthday or Merry Christmas, forget the gift and I will be even happier without it. Seriously. I wouldn't be insulted at all, however, the same present for every holiday for 5 years is insulting...see what I mean?

    3. RAIN!


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