I'm sorry I say I'm sorry
Hello, my name is Emily Philpot, and I say I'm sorry.It happened, we were in second grade. My bestest childhood friend confronted me on the playground. "You say 'I'm sorry' too much!" It's true. If I...
View ArticlePlease don't compliment the Interns, they might get excited
It's true, I am a sucker for compliments and affirmation. You tell me that "Hey, I like your outfit today," and I will smile for the rest of the day. Being a student means that most of my work will go...
View ArticleFirst car love: Hatred and Duct tape
My first car holds that "man's best friend" position in my heart. My little 2003 Ford Focus has been through a lot. It taught me how to drive, how to get my license, how to taxi kids back and forth,...
View ArticleVerbitizing Facebook/Twitter
What they should actually be teaching in school - how to write a facebook/twitter status, how to text with 100% accuracy under your desk where your teacher can't see your frivolous actions, how to...
View ArticleTik Tok on the Clock ~ Please Stop
6:30 a.m. ~ My phone vibrates under my pillow. I jar awake and groan. Tuesday. Bleck. I grab whatever clothes don't smell too bad and hit the shower. I know some girls are fashionistas and it takes...
View ArticleThe Girl who loved lace, the Girl whose job was killing her, and the Girl who...
I am a woman, and I can turn on my computer, listen to my ipod, and use my hair dryer...hear me type! March 24th has been deemed in the blogging world as "Women in technology blogging day."(On a side...
View ArticleJunk in my Trunk
There is an orange in my car trunk…and I have no idea how it got there. I never put food in my trunk, and no one else drives my car. I noticed it about a week ago. I opened my trunk and was like,...
View ArticleThe Canadian/French manual to cat whiskers and mouse ears: by Emily Philpot
You know the old saying, "I learned everything I need to know for life in Kindergarten." Well, that saying definitely applies to my new line of work. Coloring. Essentially, my new job abides by one key...
View ArticleThe not-so-clean Pine-sol Deception
It is 8:22 p.m. when I write this. I don't have much time. I risk much in documenting my findings. They are coming.Okay, so I am not in great danger. However, I have always wanted to write like my life...
View ArticleI have become a surgeon of lines
There are many lines in life.There are lines at Starbucks, lines for the most anticipated movie of the year, lines you cross when you make a dirty joke, "please stand behind the yellow" lines, and at...
View ArticleI'm sorry about not doing the heavy lifting on this one...i have an old...
A while back, I was volunteering at a food distribution center. My assignment was to move boxes from the trucks to the "box-opener" people. One of my fellow recruits declined from this very noble task,...
View ArticleGangsters have pretty handwriting
I ride the train to work now. The best part of my daily trip back and forth to the office is admiring all the "artwork" displayed on the adjourning walls that line the railroad tracks.You gotta admit,...
View ArticleHow to [Not] watch movies with my parents
My parents almost never watch movies. Movies waste time you could be doing dishes, doing the laundry or gardening. However, sometimes I convince them that it might help them to watch a movie so that...
View ArticleSir, in the "real" world...that's called a hostage situation
I love people who are annoying. They are awesome.Today, a man on my commute tried to save the world from late buses...and in the process created a rather awkward environment, which made this all even...
View ArticleWell... I guess I have been needing the workout
My dad just repainted his '98 Honda Accord....and it sucks. The paint job itself looks fantastic. My dad is just trying to save money and not buy a whole new car just because the paint on his Honda had...
View ArticleNever let me choose my title
I got the power. This last week my boss asked me what I thought my title at work should be.One thing you should know....you should never ask me what I think my title is. It could get pretty...
View ArticleMemos and working hard....or hardly working: The Double Feature
I have violated the cardnal rule of blogging: frequent updates. I have failed all five of my readers. I am sorry. To show repentance, I am writing a double feature.Blog post that should have been...
View ArticleI left my cell phone signal in San Francisco
Have you ever met a Cookie? I have.This last weekend, I took a bus trip up to San Francisco. It was my first time to take a Greyhound bus and I found out one thing....I haven't been missing anything....
View ArticleMy Superhero: Sam and his pants
I love my friends. They do crazy things for me. As I mentioned in my last post, I visited San Francisco this last weekend, mostly to see one of my friends who is living up there this summer. On my last...
View ArticleMy brick kitten with an antenna (i.e. My temporary cell phone)
My cell phone broke. In the olden days, waiting to hear from a friend for a couple days would be no big deal. People could call my home phone. They could write me a nice letter. They might send me a...
View ArticleAll my friends call me Muggsie
I want you to know that the California budget crisis is over. I have fixed it. We no longer have a deficit. Public school classrooms can buy more books, roads can be repaired, prisoners can get...
View ArticleBoredom is when...you blog about your calves
I was bored at work...and I was flexing my calves. Yes. You read that right. I then noticed...my left calf muscle is WAY bigger and firmer than my right one. I am not just talking slight...
View ArticleOh Why, Oh Why - My dad and the Fly
We Philpots come from a long line of hicks. Topics like chopping wood are not as foreign to us as some would think. In fact, I can chop and stack a mean pile of logs. Yes. Too bad that can't go on...
View ArticleThe writing was on the wall, er...sign-in sheet
I am all for budgets. Keeping track of your money is important. Doing sums to figure out financial footwork is completely acceptable. However....there are certain places not to finalize your budget....
View ArticleWhy I never learned to play the violin
When I was a little girl, my grandmother gave me a little, red violin for Christmas. My grandma is a professional violinist and I am sure she was dreaming of having me follow in her footsteps. She was...
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