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I love Full Moon bar-b-que. It is a recently discovered delight. Less expensive than Jim N' Nick's without the tip and oh, so good. Of course, FM does not have cheese bicuits, but does have chow chow so it kinda evens out. I must truly be a southern girl at this point. I mean seriously, I am comparing bar-b-que joints.

I went to a wedding this afternoon for Christa, one of my college roommates. We lived together my sophomore, junior, and senior years of college. College seems like such a distant memory. I have been out of college for almost 5 years. It is just strange that I knew the intimate details of Christa's life for years and now, we are separated by time and distance. I mean, I just met her husband today at the wedding. It's strange that we can make these decisions. We can have careers and get married and have children and buy houses. I think it seems strange because I haven't been part of her process. It doesn't seem that strange to me to get married. However, I am part of my own process daily and there really aren't many surprises.

I'm not really on facebook much any more. I just got tired of it to some extent. And I know two people who recently got in trouble with their jobs due to facebook stuff so I've been holding off. However, I just wandered around on the face and discovered things about people I hardly know and looked through picture albums of events I never attended. I've often thought about creating a huge facebook rumor. Like saying that I'm pregnant or so and so is engaged or something like that. Post a terrible lie and then shut off my computer for 24 hours and then log back on and see what transpired. It might be just terribly funny.

Speaking of strange things, does anyone else, when around a policeman, have a strong desire to reach over and touch the handgun? I've stood in line beside a cop and just longed to ask if I could just hold the gun or even the handcuffs. Maybe I need to get a gun permit and a gun so I don't feel so tempted. What power though...to just carry a gun around on your hip for work! I sit and talk to people all day when I could be walking around with a gun. I would probably be one of those FBI women who wear a black suit, a starched white shirt, and carry a small, manageable handgun on the hip. My blonde locks would always be flowing and perfect even as I chased down a criminal and single-handedly brought him in.

Anyway, I should probably go to bed. I only got 12 hours of sleep last night. I've been up for 12 now and I'm exhausted. I think the stress and lack of sleep was getting to me.