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Ahhh, here it is. The long-awaited xanga site from the one and only me. Ok, so maybe it's not long-awaited, maybe it wasn't even remotely looked forward to, but you're here, aren't you? So here it goes - hopefully this will keep you all updated on my life when I don't get the chance to send those wonderful personal e-mails (which I will still attempt to do).

So, my mom, dad, sister and I left for Georgia at 5am on July 29th. We got here about 6pm on Friday the 30th. Loooooooooong drive - not my favorite, but the part through Tennessee and Kentucky was really pretty - lots of mountains and trees and things...very un-Nebraska like. So I got all my stuff moved in, then bought quite a few things at Wal-mart, so my cute little casa is complete. I love it! Except for the bugs. And the lizards. Ok, so they have these huge flying cockroach kind of bugs called Palmetto bugs - they are freaking disgusting and I've found at least 7 of them in my livingroom in all stages of feisty, dying, and dead. Not fun. But the worst was the lizard... I will now regale you with what is soon to become a folk tale that shall be passed down from generation to generation.

The Story of Kristen and the Lizard

It was a bright and sunny summer afternoon in Georgia. The drone of cicadas cut through the afternoon heat while the shadows from the surrounding tall trees threw patterns on the front door window of apartment #2. This was the home of a fascinating and talented young woman whose name was Kristen.

Now Kristen was sitting in her living room reading a book and enjoying the patterns of dark and light playing across her front door window blinds, when suddenly a new shadow caught her eye as it scampered - scampered? - through the leafy shadow-foliage. Kristen went to investigate this new visitor. It was a lizard. Not a large lizard, but something akin to a gecko, about six inches in length. As it was merely crawling along the outside of her door, she thought "Why this little guy is kind of cute" and went back to her reading.

Twenty minutes later, disaster struck.

Hearing a plop about three feet to her left, Kristen looked up from her book to find the nasty green invader had made it's way under her front door (where she later discovered a large gap between door and floor), up the wall, across the ceiling and had dropped to the ground a few feet from her seated form. Needless to say, Kristen was a little freaked. She searched nearby for a device to trap this unwelcome visitor and her gaze fell upon an empty Pringles can. Grabbing the cardboard cylinder, she snuck up on the lizard. However, the little vermin had a trick up its green lizard sleeve. When she got within a foot of the beast, it jumped - yes JUMPED - at her, and Kristen fell shrieking backwards.

The ensuing scramble between lizard and girl lasted nearly twenty minutes. Through cunning and expert use of kitchen tools, Kristen managed to trap the creature under a large metal cooking pot. But now what was she to do? She had two choices: turn the pot over and attempt to put a lid on it while risking the chance of a flying lizard to the face, or somehow get the thing into another container that it could not use its lizard wiles to escape. After many minutes of contemplation and failed attempts, Kristen surrounded the overturned pot with a garbage bag and slid a plate under the pot forcing the bag to completely engulf the cooking device and the lizard.

With a sense of fierce satisfaction, Kristen shook the lizard out of the pot, into the bag, and threw it into the garbage outside. Kristen:1 Lizard:0 When the victory had worn off a bit, Kristen returned to her apartment and proceeded to stuff Wal-mart sacks into the crack under her front door to prevent any further invasions of the unwanted creatures.

The End.