Designated Doodler

I love JAG. I love JAG so much it's not even funny. I've been watching JAG since I was a little kid building Legos on our TV room table. It made me love Harm & Mac and F-14's and the law. My favorite show was on for 10 years and in my mind is a wonderful catalog of every episode and important moment. It was my first TV addiction and my first shipper show, rooting for Harm and Mac. And I really remember all the Christmas episodes and have been missing the show so I thought I'd make a JAG filled blog post. You are welcome. The end of an era: "The final episode, “Fair Winds and Following Seas”, which aired April 29, 2005, saw Harm and Mac assigned different stations: Harm in London, Mac in San Diego. They finally confront their feelings and decide to get married. The episode ends with Bud tossing ADM Chegwidden’s JAG challenge coin to decide who will give up their career to be with the other. However, in keeping with JAG tradition, the

This isn't going to be a long post. I'm sick so I'll make it short. When I was a freshman, my college wasn't even on the map. When people asked me where I went, and I told them, they looked at me like I said Oz. But now... now everybody knows about "under dog" TCU who won the Rose Bowl. And after tonight... after beating UT... I think it's safe to say that we're permanently on the map. Why eat turkey when you can grill up some Bevo? Happy Frogsgiving everyone.

"I've only known you for ... a short while ... but I can say that without a doubt you are the most intelligent, beautiful, talented, and amazing person I have ever met." "But you don't even know me." "You're right I don't...yet. But everyone that does loves you, and that says something."

He was a square man sitting at a square table. His hair was neatly slicked back with what one could assume was a measured squirt of high quality hair gel. His shoes were neatly shined as they were every Tuesday and Thursday and his geometrical red tie neatly disappeared beneath two black lapels. Approximately a half an hour had gone by since Neven sat down at the imitation oak table to sip from, what felt like, a half empty cappuccino. He doesn't use cream and forgot to tell them not to leave room. Which was unlike Neven. He didn't forget things often. His life was remarkably un-remarkable. --- Carlie was fresh out of college. Staring down the barrel of the next forty or fifty work years of her life. It felt daunting to say the least. The only reason she came to this coffee shop was because it is the least scummy place to be in this general area...and she didn't mind the scent of freshly ground coffee beans. The twenty-something had both hands cupped around a half

Bad Friend: You know the worst type of friend? The worst type of friend is the kind you confide in, the kind you tell personal things to and then turn around and realize that they are throwing those things back in your face in a spiteful way. That is a mark of a truly twisted person. This person will also not likely take what they are saying into consideration before saying it. They will say what they wish to say without thinking about how those things will affect the receiving party. There can be two reasons why they do this: 1) They are stupid 2) They put themselves first and it's not that they don't know how powerful their words are; they just don't care. Weird Friend: A weird friend is a friend that you know you probably shouldn't be friends with. Say, someone like an old high school teacher. It's probably creepy to be friends with them on facebook and message them 3,000 times. That person is most likely a creepy creeper. Especially if they stalk your bl