tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174949272011-04-21T21:06:27.314-04:00Panicky Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07252764821676723370noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17494927.post-14100423410781091632008-02-15T21:37:00.003-05:002008-02-15T21:43:17.721-05:00

You just started a new job on Monday. On Thursday, you get an offer for another job that is, well, too good to refuse. It's like when someone offers you a piece of apple pie, and you think, wow, that is just great... and then someone else comes along and offers you a piece of apple pie fresh out of the oven, with vanilla ice cream and caramel sauce... I mean, you don't want to hurt the first

Panicky Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07252764821676723370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17494927.post-48324159134647074502008-01-30T13:09:00.000-05:002008-01-30T13:15:08.509-05:00

I'm losing my mind today. I was up all night. Why, you ask? Hold it. I need a moment. The dog just cut the cheese and I might pass out...Help.Gas mask, anyone?I can't see... the world is turning black...Okay, the fumes have dissipated and I'm recovered. Back to the issue at hand: my credit report. It basically sucks. It's not really my fault, since I've been a student for the past 3 years

Panicky Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07252764821676723370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17494927.post-36773197048736373852008-01-29T10:13:00.000-05:002008-01-29T10:44:25.319-05:00

I am not going to talk about how long it's been since I've posted. Instead, I plan to launch directly into some very stressful situations that have been on my mind (constantly... incessantly... interminably. There's a $10 word for you. Suckas.)1) My G-Men - the Big Blue Wrecking Crew - are playing against the Evil New England Patriots this Sunday in the Super Bowl. You probably already knew that.

Panicky Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07252764821676723370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17494927.post-1151765305217333912006-07-01T10:33:00.000-04:002006-07-01T10:48:25.230-04:00

So I know it's been a while since you heard from me, but don't be tricked into thinking that I've been calm, cool and collected all this time. Psh please fools. I just haven't had any time, what with my finals and then my big move to NC for the summer. Oh yeah. I'm in Charlotte, home of the Lowe's Motor Speedway (or as we locals call it, the LMS. Take that, Yankees!) Anyway, so there's been

Panicky Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07252764821676723370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17494927.post-1144812076697383712006-04-11T23:14:00.000-04:002006-04-11T23:21:16.710-04:00

I don't like to use this as a general venting blog or long diatribe of my daily activities, but here are some items that might be of interest:1. Bedknobs and Broomsticks is one of the greatest Disney movies of all time. If you don't agree, you didn't have a decent childhood. Sucks to be you.2. The Mets clearly do NOT suck. But you do.3. Mickey Update: The Mouse in my House is gone. But I

Panicky Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07252764821676723370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17494927.post-1144782244347267552006-04-11T14:46:00.000-04:002006-04-11T15:04:04.366-04:00

It's been a while. I should tell you up front that I'm writing this instead of writing my Law Review Comment, which has already been rejected once and is likely to be rejected again. Anyway, as I've said before, I only panic about small things. It's the big things, like Law Review, that seem to not trouble me or keep me up at night. Oh sure, I usually have a brief flash of panic when I first

Panicky Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07252764821676723370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17494927.post-1137642818210514042006-01-18T22:43:00.000-05:002006-01-18T22:53:38.253-05:00

I have a mouse living in my stovetop. I know you will think I am making this up. But I'm not. I have spotted him twice now. He pooped in my breadbox. I threw it out. The bread survived. The box did not. Under normal circumstances, this would be cataclysmic. Tonight, I don't care. As long as that little f*cker doesn't try to climb in bed with me, I'll allow him to live. FOR NOW.To be

Panicky Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07252764821676723370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17494927.post-1137176822903212352006-01-13T13:25:00.000-05:002006-01-13T13:27:02.903-05:00

This isn't really a panicky post, but since it is plaguing me I'm posting it. Word.so i go to HTO last night to buy a bike lock. i don't want to spend a lot. i know they will try to sell me some top of the line lock, but i figure, a $90 purple huffy isn't likely to be stolen, and if it is, big deal. so i decide to stand by my dollar limit. WELL, of course that overpriced, hiking/camping/

Panicky Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07252764821676723370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17494927.post-1134074895070834172005-12-08T15:33:00.000-05:002005-12-08T15:48:15.086-05:00

Going to CVS makes me extremely nervous. I've found that you can't go into CVS and not spend money, and it's always more than you thought you would spend. I think this might be especially true for women, because we have to buy all kinds of scary beautification products so that guys won't think we look hideous. (While claiming that they don't like women who wear too much makeup. Trust: if we

Panicky Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07252764821676723370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17494927.post-1133911945471592102005-12-06T18:25:00.000-05:002005-12-06T18:32:25.486-05:00

I hate Christmas lights (see below.) They give me fits. Do Christmas lights in close proximity to tinsel start fires? Do Christmas lights start electrical fires if you leave them plugged in even though they don't work?Why am I suddenly fire-panicked?Did I ever tell you about that one time I left the oven on for 14 hours? Oops.Back to those lights, I know its not a novel complaint but they

Panicky Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07252764821676723370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17494927.post-1133910376091825152005-12-06T17:53:00.000-05:002005-12-06T18:06:16.143-05:00

I've decided that my panicking is just an attempt on the part of my brain to refocus my attention on things that aren't that bad. Now I bet you are staring at the screen and thinking WTF is this chick talking about?Well, I'll explain it, dummies.See, instead of panicking about important shit, I somehow only panic about some dumbass, stupid stuff that no one actually cares about, including ME.

Panicky Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07252764821676723370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17494927.post-1129155771776508742005-10-12T18:21:00.000-04:002005-10-12T18:22:51.786-04:00

Hey y’all, I’m back. I’m sitting around waiting for my groceries to be delivered and watching “Win A Date With Tad Hamilton.” (Clearly, Josh Duhamel is the hottest man on earth.) Anyway, I’m currently freaked because every single other time my groceries have been delivered, the Peapod man has arrived at the very beginning of the delivery period. Now, I’m looking at my clock, and it’s after 6

Panicky Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07252764821676723370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17494927.post-1128796368167974452005-10-08T14:32:00.000-04:002005-10-08T14:32:48.176-04:00

So, up until now, my last panic attack had struck yesterday afternoon. This might not seem like much, but going for a minimum of 12 hours without having an internal meltdown is totally huge in my teetering-on-the-edge-of-insanity existence. Yesterday’s trauma occurred because a friend of mine had shipped his engagement ring (yeah ENGAGEMENT RING – you see where this is going…) to me. This

Panicky Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07252764821676723370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17494927.post-1128523995888382652005-10-05T10:49:00.000-04:002005-10-05T11:02:19.333-04:00

Wow. I can't believe I'm actually posting in a blog. I never though that I'd really be up to it. I don't think I'm that creative. But a friend of mine convinced me to do it. He said I'd be good at telling stories... mostly about me freaking out over little things.Like today in class, I suddenly had an allergy attack. Naturally I was out of tissues, but my eyes were running and my nose was running

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