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The OLD cet7.freeservers.com

Note to the world - I took away the pretty formatting to see if that made it easier to see the stuff cuase I know a lot of it wasn't working. Sorry.

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Updated on 5/21/01 @ 11:30pm

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Daily Stuff until 5/21
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Remember to read the "thank you" at the bottom of this page :)

Another thing that took a long time was to create this AWESOME MP3 for you. I think you will recognize it. It is a live recording from December 18th, 2000, one of the days that shall live in infamy. Enjoy! It is about 90 seconds long.


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I know this picture never gets updated. Nothing interesting happens within reach of the camera cord. Maybe next week. :) Sorry!

This page was last updated on 10/09/01.

The webmaster recently realized that she will never be an actress, at least not in a play, and therefore will never get to write a cute

little bio and will never get to give an acceptance speech. Therefore, she would like to thank the following people. Please note that these are random, so don't feel hurt by your position on the list!

Sarah, who has been there since the beginning, doesn't hold anything from middle school or high school against me, loves anyone I want her to love, hates everyone I want her to hate, goes to scary places with me so I'm not quite as scared, shares her mom with me, and understands my sick love of our years of high school marching band better than anyone else I know
My parents, for paying for my cell phone, my gas, my insurance, my clothes, my tuition, my food, my housing, my books, and plane tickets to Nashville even when they thought they were done with that one, for the never ending supply of banana muffins,
My brother, for giving me ample opportunity to find rides all over town on the weekend because what fun would it be if I had a car on campus,
The ancestor that provided me with my genes for music and my sense of direction (But I'd like to specifically NOT thank the ancestor responsible for my bad eyes and my good nose)
the girls of 812 who provide a safe haven "far" away, the courage to buy leather pants, teacher talk, and Dawson's every Wednesday at 8,
My "Methods Podmates" Gill, Mackenzie, Bobbi, and of course Jeanette, for making life bearable during class, for making 3-D sculptures out of pattern blocks just to make Betsy mad, for writing lesson plans with me until the middle of the night, for discovering a cure for cancer in Science class with me, only to find out it was only a game, to being part of the best damn paper flower assembly line this side of the Mississippi, to letting me be a migrant, underpaid, overworked lettuce picker, for letting me be only 2 degrees of separation from President Bush (even if I don't like him), for being Jewish with me even though we're Catholic, and for being the ONLY group of 5, not 4, not 6, but 5,
To my fellow Mt. Pleasant Elementary survivors - Jeanette, Matt, Gill, Pattina and Kelly, who taught me how to make crafts in 390, how to read kids books in 310, and for witnessing Mrs. Hudson's class so I know it wasn't all a good dream,
The Barenaked Ladies, Billy Joel, Jimmy Buffett, and Jonathon Larson for always providing me with the perfect lyric at the perfect time, for awesome shows, and great memories,
Peter, for not getting too horribly mad at me when I bug him incessantly, for always coming back, for answering all my stupid computer questions, for the best arguments I've ever had, and for being the only other person online at 4:30 or 5:30 in the morning (I suppose I should thank Heather too, for putting up with us!)
My camp friends, who know the real me better than anyone else on the planet, since they were there when I figured out who the real me is
Steve, for being the big brother I wish I had, for telling me how it is, straight, with no padding, since 1992
The UDMB, for giving me a reason to stay at UD in the beginning and making me all these great friends
The New York Yankees, for giving Mike a chance to wear a more flattering color than Orange and to win a World Series Ring, a Cy Young award, and a Golden Glove all in one season
The University of Delaware, for placing everyone who is anyone in Russell D freshman year, for without your crappy housing system, my life would not be as cool as it is,
Ed for being someone I can harass on a daily basis, keeps coming back for more, and gives me just as hard of a time as I give him, and for saying he's going to teach me how to play golf even if he's joking,
The Internet Movie Database, http://us.imdb.com , for without it I would never sleep because I would be staring at the ceiling saying "WHAT movie was that guy in?"
Ryan, for running V8 because I can't even run myself, and for attending almost every party we've ever thrown,
Champion, USA, for making the best jacket ever invented.
Kevin for being there longer than almost anyone else I know, and for still being Kevin even though he's engaged,
The WB for Dawson's, which I made fun of for so long but now realize I was only amused because it's the story of my life, CBS and Mark Burnett for Survivor, the only show that makes me jump out of my chair and scream, NBC for Friends, the only show we all agree on, and FOX for Boston Public, the hour a week that makes me say "At least I don't teach there"
Bryan for being the best friend I can always go to even years later, and even when we haven't kept in touch for awhile, for giving me my bed back when I need it, and for providing the false hope that all slot machines can be rigged,
The Vandy Crew, for ample opportunity for amusement on multiple occasions
"the ex" for helping me realize that I need not settle for anything less than perfect,
Miss Harkness, Mrs. Muchow, Mr. Cservek, Mr. Powell, Mrs. Sacher, and Mrs. Hudson - The six teachers who made me realize how badly I really do want to be a teacher even if I have to be up at 3am writing lesson plans
My 3rd graders at Mt. Pleasant and my 5th graders at RIS, for being my guinea pigs,
everyone who puts funny away messages and profiles up on AIM, because it keeps me sane while I write lesson plans
the Deer Park, for making math class bearable one day at a time

and of course,

Kyle, for always saying the right thing at the right time and for knowing which stories I want to know and which ones I don't, for understanding every single emotion I've gone through in the last four years, for sharing my hopes and dreams for the future, for dating every military guy in the US (Including Alaska and Hawaii) so that I don't have to, for giving me the courage to perm my hair, for introducing us to crazy people, for letting us graffiti her school legally, for the funniest 2 hours I ever spent at Vandy, for the weekend that shall live in Infamy and all those that may follow,
"the boys" - Kevin, Matt, Matty, and Pete - for waking me up every time we have a middle of the night fire alarm, being kind enough to embarrass me more in private than in public, for having mothers who make baked goods without nuts just for me, for not following through on any "great" ideas they have to ruin my life, for pretending to be interested in every story I ever tell, for taking road trips with me all over the continental United States, for presenting us with computer generated images galore, for the marker, shaving cream, perfume, water, and soap suds fights, and for trying oh so hard to keep me occupied all of winter session while I was roomateless,
Natalie, who makes me wish I could fall in love with girls, because she can do all of the above, wait outside in the cold for me for an hour while I fight with Betsy, and cook me dinner all in one day.