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Name: Tamara
Interests: i like spanish. it's pretty. i like my friends. i like select members of my family. i like diet coke. i like Brett Favre and his band of angry football fanatics. i like to brag about that one time i climbed a mountain. i really like to dance. especially latin dance. i like the color pink. but not the singer Pink. sometimes i like to pretend that I am Scarlett O'Hara. othertimes i like to pretend I am that really wickedly good latin dancer off of Dance With Me. Lucky for ya'll, I am neither.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
11/19/2005
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of my favorite things is coming home to Minnesota for the weekend.
Mostly the part where I get to eat real homemade food that I don't have
to cook...The part where people are excited to hang out with me and
cancel plans to get together is pretty great, too. On Monday morning,
it's back to Albany, Oregon. Back to 40 hour work weeks and noodles for
dinner. But I couldn't be happier...I love my friends.
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| Oh dear. I am so tired of decisions. Being a grown-up sucks. On the upside, I like my job. Working with plants, having unlimited time off and a schedule as flexible as a world class gymnast is nice...but the pay is what does it for me. And working with Allison doesn't hurt, either. Rather enjoyable. The only down side...coming home every evening looking like I recently rolled in manure... | | |
| Lebanon, Oregon. What can we say about Lebanon...For starters, it has one dance club. And it is for tweens. We peeked in the window tonight. There were two groups of really little girls standing around in way too grown up clothes giggling at eachother thru mouthful after mouthful of braces. It was funny. I live with three of my bestest friends from birth, which makes me really happy. We all officially have jobs, and we live in the prettiest house next to the river. Our housemate is super generous, and we don't have much to complain about. Our recent adventures include visiting the west coast (too beautiful to describe), and going to a Sara Evans concert (too awesome to describe). Wonderful. PS Jill had her first co-ed dance last week. hehe. 
Dancing with ourselves while Jill danced with her first male dance partner. 
Gazing out at the Pacific Ocean. 
And pumped up for Sara Evans. Yeah Sara! 
I got a little excited....who could help it? 
The joys of bowling. 
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| I haven't found anything interesting to write about since coming back
from Peru. Strawberry Lake life doesn't make for a very awesome entry.
However, I am almost financially ready to embark on my next adventure.
Watch out Oregon! Four girls, one house, and some really great times.
For now, however, I am working like mad and spending my Saturdays with
ELDB. Amazing memories...Last saturday, I took a few friends out with
me, driving around the Detroit Lakes area for a few hours. We laughed
about the old days, and made fun of the nothingness that is Minnesota.
Right now I feel like I on the brink of a whole new phase of my life. I
have done the traveling thing before, lived more or less independently,
and done things I had never dreamed of doing (volcano climbing for
example). But something is different this time. Guess we will find out
soon enough!!!
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| Welp, tomorrow is the last full day of this latest international adventure, but today was my last day of work. And what a sad end it was. Today we got a new baby boy and a little girl. Their mother had burned the baby boys feet, we assume on the stove, so the police took the kids away. He is a little flirt already. To show how much he liked me, he threw up about a gallon of milk and ham chunks. Lovely. Needless to say, I was feeling a little tense. So I decided to treat myself to a massage. I walk into the nearest Spa and ask for a massage....but the secretary ignores me. It is then that I notice there are no female clients standing around. In fact, the men are staring at me...and some are trying not to laugh. By this time I had pretty much figured out that I wasnt supposed to be there, but I grabbed a business card off the front desk to be sure....there it was, in bold print....EXCLUSIVLY FOR MEN. Later I asked Jose about it. After laughing at me for awhile, he kindly explained that Spa is equal to Whore House. Come on....there needs to be a greeter at the border who gives out lists of warnings, number one being AVOID SPAS. How humiliating...I tried to get a massage at a whore house.
See you Monday. Wish me safe flight. And if you havent seen the pictures below, please do so. | | |
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