The polls are closed, however if you ever want to tell me what you think about my blog or anything I write, please be my guest. Most of you laugh and shake your head. A few want to start your own blogs, and a few of you want to call me. I am surprised however that there is only one of you out there that want to kick my butt. And probably the same person wants to call someone, ANYONE, screaming CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS CHICK! Hilarious. Seriously hilarious. If you'd like to waste your energy on kicking my butt, be my guest. I will have to warn you though that even though it's been a few years since I got in an actual fight, I think I could manage to scrap pretty well.
It surprises even me that I haven't gotten my butt kicked a lot more often in my life. The one fight I did get in was with a boy and he punked my sister. I have gotten in the face of lots of bully's, drunk patients, and even huge football players that I knew did not have a problem hitting girls. I think none of them actually ever kicked my butt because when they stopped and thought about it for a minute, they realized I was right. That's my suggestion to you whoever you are out there that wants to waste their energy kicking my butt. If you've got your heart set on it, go for it. But if I were you I'd spend my energy on something, someone, or anything that might give a damn.
1. Often misinterpreted as a bad characteristic, crazy is used to describe people that are random, hyper, creative, and flat out fun to hang with.(adj.)
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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5 comments:
in high school & junior high my nickname was "mohammad holly". I punched the star football player in the nose (gave him a bloody nose) for grabbin my boob. Another kid in algebra class for doing the same...I made him cry. And in junior high i punched some nerdy guy in the cheek for making fun of me. never woulda guessed that about me now would ya?
Holly, the longer we're friends the more reasons you come up with for me to love you! That is awesome! Totally awesome! And part of me might have guessed that about you.
I can still take on my boys. Motherhood blesses you with great physical ability. I will continue to read your blog no matter what. I thank you for always being Nat's friend no matter how long or far away you have been.
I think the reason you haven't had your butt kicked more is because they know that you have three sister who got your back and would kick their ass if they tried.
The pleasure is mine.:) Nat rocks (but you know that) and has been there for me when I thought that no one was. For that, I will always go to bat for her.
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