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Leadership 21 Quotes From Last Night

Most people won't appreciate the full humor of this, it's more for my lovely classmates:

I love my Leadership Class 21 family. They are a hodgepodge group of people if I ever did see one. A pastor, a preacher, a rabbi, a mayor, city council, grant writer, business leaders, an astronaut (and a fake one), a selection of retired military, the police chief (now serving in DC on a super cool assignment) me, Albert, and Rena. When we get together laughter is bound to happen.

Here are a few highlights from last night:

Landon: I must say, you were a bit harsh.
Greg: Great, coming from you that means I must have been a dick.

Rena: I've had to go to the bathroom for an hour, but I don't want want to miss a thing.

Landon: That was not nice. You can't do that. That was not nice. Now can I just finish my story? So...We're on the phone with Rham Emmanuel ...

Albert: Can we just air our grievances?
Allison: Yes, what are they?
Albert: How come when you all come to Miami …

Thankful? You bet your sweet ass.

I am envious of everyone who has the commitment to post their “Thanks” as their Facebook status updates. If I could remember to do anything for more than two days, it’d be a milestone. As I’m enjoying this lovely Thanksgiving morning, I thought I’d take time to give out one big posting of thanks.

First and foremost, I am thankful for my dogs.

I’m thankful for people. Let me be specific here: The women of my family. Their strength is amazing – continually reminding me how to rise up and live.

I am thankful for my relationship with God – that it doesn’t fit into anyone religion, but fits me perfectly and allows me to grow and serve my purpose here on this planet.

I love technology. With my mom across the world, I’m thankful that we can instant message, Skype, and talk anytime. Her job is way more important than I can fathom, but at the end of the day she’s still my mom. Thank you, Technology, for keeping her close while serving our country in Africa.

The US Military. Our family is…

Addicted to Miners

First let me say, "way to go rescue team". What an amazing accomplishment to bring the miners to the surface. I imagine everyone is tired, stinky, and needs a good meal.

Second. I've been way too addicted to this story. I stayed up well past midnight watching the initial rescues, crying. At work, I continually checked to see the status ticker. I read all the bios, studied their faces, wiped some more tears and prayed. Oh I prayed. Today at work we had a celebration lunch. I walked into the room, and there were about three men of Hispanic descent wearing Fire Retardant Clothing similar to the ones the guys are wearing in Chile. I had to take a double take because I wanted to hug them and say "THANK GOD YOU'RE ALIVE".

Che-Che-Che lay-lay-lay! Way to go Chile! I'm proud of you - thank GOD each of you are alive. I'm proud of NASA, of all the rescuers who VOLUNTEERED to save the men.

Also - have you heard the story about the married miner whose wi…

Dear Fear: I just don't care.

Great music is back! Forget the modern day teens who wail on the radio, I'll take a few of the older, more established musicians any day.

Right now I'm really loving P!nk even more than usual.

Her song "Glitter" cuts to the core of me in a way I can't describe. My favorite line is:

Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, "I just don't care"?

Yes, yes I have. Recently.

Every day these last three months. Leaving the job to start something new, that was terrifying. But I looked at fear and said, "Not today, thank you." What these past three months have taught me is:

1. You find out who your friends are. They're the ones who burn up YOUR phone line and email with notes of love and support. They don't call around to find out how you're doing, they call you. They're there when the chips are down and your hand is empty. I really am blessed with great friends. The other morning Sandra Bullock was on The Today Show…

Adventures in the Kitchen

I love cooking. Really. I do. The problem is that I'm not very good at it and I hate the cleanup. But I've decided to cook more often.

Tonight we have a double adventure taking place in the kitchen: spaghetti and meatballs while cooking meatloaf. Nanny was kind enough to stock me up on the staples of the meals, so I thought I'd test my skills.

As a child, I remember my mom's spaghetti sauce: it'd cook all day long on the stove top, tasted like heaven, and was way better than anything at as store. While I'm sure the majority of it came from a jar, the love that bubbled through the red sauce reminds me of home. I've attempted to duplicate the recipe countless times. Fail, each time. Nothing will ever be like moms. The meatballs are baking in the oven. I loaded them with mushrooms, cheese, garlic, and breadcrumbs. On the stove is the red sauce with mushrooms, olives, more garlic, and special seasoning.

Also baking away in the oven is a meatloaf. It…

15 more minutes

Happy Thursday.

Al Roker just asked a young girl if the person standing next to her was her brother ... nope, it was her sister. Poor Al. Poor little girl. Hope she doens't remember this tomorrow. Traumatic.

A beg bug invasio999999999999n is taking over the country. Can you believe this? No one wants that nasty stuff in your bed.99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
- sorry about those 9s, Jake Ryan put his head on the keyboard - clearly he wanted to say hello.


More Jake ... whoops

When I got up this morning, it looked like the house was encompassed in fog. The humidity is so thick today that every window was coveredwith a layer of moisture. I absolutely love the heat and the summer. I know if a few months we'll be bundled up and even more months beyond that we'll be longing for the warmth. It's like we're always missing something we've had and looking forward to what's to come. I when it comes to weather I totally…


Okay - so here's the deal. I'm committing myself to writing for at least 15 minutes a day. Now...some will just be ramblings, others will be wonderful (of course). So I'm not going to keep posting to my FB fan page - or should I? It's the fine line of overexposing yourself and reminding readers you're out there.

We'll see...I am a master planner. I suck at execution and sticking to plans.

This brings me to my first daily topic: Plans. Glorious, glorious plans. I love making plans, laying out how to accomplish a goal, spend a day, run a route. I spend countless minutes deciding exactly how I want things to happen and progress. The second the rubber (or New Balances) hit the road, the plan is out the window.

While logging my daily mileage (3), I started thinking about plans. I planned to start my day at the gym. When I got there about 8:30 a.m., I was on the phone and the lot was filled with mommy-mobiles (SUVs). I skipped and headed to my favorite St…

Worth Celebrating

This morning was horrible. I woke up late, missing boot camp. Once I got to the gym, it was filled with housewives, all hijacking my machines.

With the rain coming down, I headed home and settled into the office. The phone rang about 9:30 a.m. I took a deep breath while walking toward it, knowing it could be "the call."

Sure enough. It was. I'd negotiated last week and was waiting on their reply ... and it came. Exactly the price and time I was wanting.

Starting on September 1, I will start a one-year contract with BP Decatur Works creating their external and internal communications and community outreach plans. Can I get a whoop whoop! When I read the job requirements back in mid-July, it was as if every step I'd ever taken led me to the position. Television, writing, creativity, design, public speaking, working with non-profits, educational outreach, and much more. From job fairs to Decatur Chamber events, I'll get to tell the story of BP's Chemica…

I Do Declare

Just a few random declarations:

I have been known to double dip.

I never wanted to be a rock star, but I like to party like one.

I'd rather lift weights and push my body that way than do cardio.

I love living next door to Mr. Vickers. He always plants a garden in the spring/summer. This season it's tomatoes, some other stuff and sunflowers. I would like to have a garden, but I lack the patience and dedication. I am a "set it and forget it" kind of gal.

I enjoy watching Poncho lick grass.

I love music with words; mostly I just love words.

My list of deal breakers has diminished as I get older. Now it's mostly the major sins.

I imagine being a baby is the most frustrating time in your life, even more than being a teenage girl.

I really do hate the "Real Housewives" series.

I can dig a hole.

We never have to worry about me being addicted to anything - again, I lack dedication.

I love to cook. However, I'm not good at it. Plus anything made by anyone else tastes mu…

Tales from The Front

Morning Surprise
The yard guy showed up about an hour ago ... and when I hear the telltale signs of his arrival, I rush out back to pick up the dogs' toys. Besides writing the check to pay for his services, I feel like this is the least I can do. When I went out back this morning, the dogs had taken a NEW box of 40 tampons outside and had used several as chew toys. Even though I knew no one could see this, I just laughed and hurriedly picked them up. I don't understand why they don't chew on the countless toys I've bought them.

Stop Watching That Crap
Last night I was busy working as the television was broadcasting a marathon of Dateline Investigation stories. Tales of wives done away with because of jealousy, lives torn apart by senseless murders, all shown with a menagerie of wedding pictures, couples smiling as a soundtrack doom plays in the background. Each episode ended with a jury's verdict and a family, that once seemed picture perfect, ruined. After sev…

Well. That was stupid

Do you ever have a brilliant idea that is paired with your ability to think, "Why yes, I can do just about anything"?

That moment hit me about 8:45 p.m. as I was leaving family dinner and heading home. Jake and Poncho had explored the area surrounding the Tee of Hole 4 at the Grande Highlands Course while the family enjoyed a great dinner. During their adventure, they found sticky bushes. They were covered in sticky things. With a week before their grooming appointment and Alabama summer upon us, I decided to swing by Wal-Mart and buy a grooming kit. I could kill two birds with one razor: get the sticky things off their fur and give them a trim to get them through the next week.

I would like to think my overly positive outlook on life really needs to be adjusted.

The event went like this: I hoisted Poncho (12 pounder who must have smoked a lot of pot in his last life because he is the most laid back dog ever) up on the ironing board, with NO DROP Cloth. I opened the ne…

Hello Stranger

There I was, at dinner when I got a wag of the finger: you haven't blogged since April! She was right. They all were right. I can't dispute facts.

So, what has been going on these last few months? A Shit Load.

Life is divided into categories: work, family, and friends, with love binding them together.

Work: Yeah, that whole go work in The White House for a year didn't exactly go my way. Not that I was surprised, but very disappointed. That news came in early May, the time frame I refer to as the mid-point of the vortex of crap. 2010 wasn't off to a good start anyhow: the tornado, a break-in, a rat, deaths. Clearly the holiday update letter would be a downer.

Mom came home in May and through lots of talking and crying, my job and I parted ways around Memorial Day. Since then, I've done a lot of drinking, sitting on my ass, and wondering what the future will hold.

Turns out, I get to create it all myself. Create I have! Please get acquainted with Sassy Pants Public Relati…

History of Huntsville

My aunt forwarded this to me - sounds like one of those stories written by a kid ... think all you Connectors (esp. Sarah Lauren Kattos) will get a good laugh:

A Brief History of Huntsville
By Matthew Pierce

Huntsville was founded a long time ago by someone who is now dead. In the beginning, the city was called
Twickenham. This was before Bridge Street, so it was not a good time to be a resident. Later on the town
was renamed Huntsville, because, come on, Twickenham. The name “Huntsville” was taken from an
Indian word that roughly translates to, “We’re getting out of here, there’s a tornado coming.”

Huntsville was an important part of the Civil War. Confederate forces willingly surrendered the town to the
Yankees, who did not know about the tornadoes. The rebels thought this was very funny. Several Yankees were
sucked up and landed on Monte Sano, where they remain to this day. They are called Presbyterians.

The first mayor of Huntsville was Wernher Von Braun, who was a scientist who invented th…

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BIOGRAPHICAL NARRATIVE2010-2011 White House FellowshipsALLISON GREGGAs the director of a community leadership program, educating and engaging our future leaders to assure the success of a community is my life’s mission.This understanding comes from an array of experiences, travels, and service. As an infant, my father’s career took our family to Tehran, Iran.We stayed until 1978, when the unrest that would eventually lead to the exile of the Shah erupted.Following a brief time in San Diego, we would return overseas, making a home in Sicily.Even though my brothers and I attended school on the American base, Sigonella, our family lived outside the gates.By 1983, we found our way to St. Louis and eventually Seattle.I graduated from Mt.RainierHigh School in 1992 and began at HighlineCommunity College the next week.In March 1995, I transferred to WesternWashingtonUniversity.I wrote for our school paper while earning a bachelor of arts in journalism/public relations.Following graduation, I …

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There's a new favorite song of mine - I discovered it from one of those free Starbucks/iTunes download. It's called "Still" by Great Lake Swimmers. I love it so much because it's about self evolving (evolvement?). A lot of my friends, including myself, are going through major life changes. The words capture that anticipation perfectly.

Here are the words:

I'm still tuning myself to the great key
I'm still mining for light in the dark wells
I'm still a frequency swaying deep in the wind
I'm still searching whispers in between yells

I'm still swimming in harmony
I'm still dreaming of flight
I'm still lost in the waves, night after night

I'm still an arrow unshot, fixed in a bow
I'm still a fire until, ready to go
I'm still longing and waiting, with anticipation to fly
I'm still studying the patterns in the night sky
I'm still note that's unplayed, ink on the page
I'm still a cry in the night, lonesome and high
I'm st…

Rat Shit

If I were to summarize 2010 in two words, it'd be Rat Shit. Mostly because on Tuesday night I cleaned up a bunch of it from behind the fridge. Poncho is still investigating the back of the fridge, so I pulled it out again - to find more rat shit.

I really do thrive on my independence - that boost of self-esteem you get when you take care of things like installing new locks, driving across the country, running a long distance. But then there are moments like this - when rat shit appears behind the fridge. I would really like someone to come clean it. I want someone to come find the shit producer and dispose of it. I want someone to just take care of it so I don't have to. Because for once, I really don't want to. i want the dogs to kill it and take it outside. I want life to go back to how it was before all this rat shit appeared.

The rat shit that is the tornado. The rat shit that is the break-in. The rat shit that is four people dead after two shootings in one w…

Southern Voice

Have you heard the Tim McGraw song Southern Voice? I love it!I can honestly say that I understand 100% of it, meaning I have fully acclimated to living in Alabama.

In honor of all those who've taught me what it means to be from Alabama, here are some great tips passed along to me today by one of my favorite Alabama girls - Gena, who was named after her momma's mom, grows awesome veggies, gathers her own eggs, and works for NASA turning pee into water for the ISS. SHE ROCKS!

My comments are in GREEN

Upon arriving in Ala-bam-uh, you must learn how to pronounce the major cities...Bum-in-ham; Hunts-vul; Mo-beeel, Mohnt-gummree

Driving Information:

Alabama has its own version of traffic rules. The truck with the loudest muffler goes next at a four-way stop. The truck with the biggest tires goes after that. <-I kind of disagree with this - it's usually ladies first. Honestly - if there are two people that pull up at once, a man and a woman, the woman goes first. Seriously. I…

Oh Happy Day

Gifts from God:
It's been a whirlwind of emotions in the Gregg household. First the bacterial+viral infection. Second the tornado. Third the attempted break-in. But today God gave me a gift a wonderful gift and I'm so excited I could pee in my panties.

Where I live I have the minority political opinion. I love our President. I know that I'm the minority, but that's okay. Just respect my beliefs. Don't insult, put down or belittle me because we disagree.

Well, there are people who make snide remarks all the time. I just brush them off. However today, I stumbled upon some ramblings of one such person. And ya'll! A light from the above broke through the clouds as angels sang glorious songs.

In the ramblings, the writer misused your/you're and who/whom. I giggled with delight. My heart raced as I read more! I belly-ached at their misuse of the English language.

"Oh God, thank you," I cried! "This makes up for the three disasters prev…

Dear Allison

Dear Allison,

Your ass is wearing on me. It has carved a spot in my left side. No longer are my cushions plump and inviting. I'm lopsided! Lopsided, Damn IT! I wish you would get off me for a few days. I tired of you sitting here. It's been days now - days. I understand something is wrong with you. I've heard you on the phone today - talking with people, in a raspy voice, which by the way is quite becoming. But no more. Today's the last day. GET OFF ME.

Signed, The Couch

Dear Mah,
Do you think we can have one of the babies on TV? The ones that make you cry because they have no mommies since the earth shook? I think we'd be a good family for a little baby. I could learn French. Jake Ryan will share his cow. We'd have to work on your cooking. But make some calls.
Thanks, Poncho

Dear Patient,
I'm glad you've taken three of me. But let's take a shower. That whole image your projecting right now isn't so pretty. I think there's more…

My Life with Dogs

I am on day five of home-boundedness. I am incredibly bored - but overly thankful for the company of my dogs.

This is a little bit of information on me and my life with my dogs, Jake Ryan (wacky ear) and Poncho Charles (little bit).

Fear No Evil, Just Mario Brothers
I am very lucky. My dogs are easy going, adaptable, loving, and chill. They either learned this from me or were created this way. They fear no one - happily greeting everyone who comes to the door - to the point where it's embarrassing!

The other night I'm playing Super Mario Bros and there is a barking bomb on a chain. This sends Poncho into a tizzy. His 12-pound body pops up from a dead sleep and he surveys the room. Finding nothing, he runs outside and howls and barks. This causes Jake Ryan to look at me and say, "Mom, he's an idiot." I always ask Jake Ryan to go get Poncho, but he's far too busy being stubborn to cooperate. I suck so bad at SMB that it takes forever to get past this &q…


It's closing in on early afternoon and I'm home from lunch and tucked into bed for the time being. I have a sore throat and general aches. It's in the 60s outside and I feel like I should take the dogs on a walk. This is their kind of weather. Instead I'm just gonna sit here in my own misery and feel guilty as I look at them snuggled up at the end of my bed.

Had to believe it's been five weeks since I wrote on here. Life has been just that busy and I've just been that bored.

Christmas was great - as was New Years. Spent it with the ones I love without much fanfare.

So let's talk.

Texting and Driving
The state just MAY outlaw texting and driving. I think that's great. Unless you're at a red light. I do not have the attention span to sit still at a red light. I can do email, google, etc. while waiting for the light to change. Some people see ADD as a challenge, I see it as a wonderful way to multitask.
I do think we need to outlaw drivers whose e…