• clarissabrown
      • hello Clarissa Brown
      • Username: clarissabrown
      • In response to: "Who are you?" I'm the one who is catagorized as "pretty" but always works hard to become more than that. I'm the woman who every man is afraid will open her mouth because I just might prove you wrong.
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    • Please pass the Soy Sauce?

      • They would ask this question when I'm not supposed to be eating any solid foods for a day.....


        Lunch of Champions!

        Everyone has backup Ramen for when they're a little on the broke side. I personally can't stand plain Ramen so I always make sure I have backup soy sauce, hot sauce and some little pieces of meat and possibly an egg. The best way to do it is to add about 2 tbsps of soy sauce and 1 tbsp of hot sauce and the meat (i prefer chicken breasts but if I'm BROKE broke then it's cold cuts) into the water while cooking the noodles. This makes the noodles take on the flavor of the broth (yum!). While it's cooking boil an egg on the back burner. Don't boil it hard though! You want the yolk to be a little wet so you can drop it in the broth. Add a couple pepper corns (once again if BROKE, it's just plain old black pepper), add the little bag of seasonings, add your egg and maybe some canned spinach and voila! Dinner is served.

      • answered by clarissabrown on 05/03/2009
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    • Umm no speaka de english!

      • God knows we all need a nice vacation! I think after a year I may start to miss suburbia. But there's no way in all of hades I would say &q…

      • answered by clarissabrown on 04/18/2009
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    • The Art of Men

      • For Ladies We Must Remember
        Yeah, we know they lie; they lie a lot, and we always say we can't stand them, but what would we do without them? What would we do without their stupid jokes that we laugh at just to make them happy, without their eyes, or their loving embrace? Even though we're mad at them half of the time, we know we couldn't live without them. They cause so much stress and so many tears, but when we're in their arms and they stare into our eyes, we can't do anything but melt.

        They don't even know all the stress we go through when they don't call because we play it off when they're around, but we cry our eyes out to our best friends. We ask ourselves, "why does he keep playing these games with me?" and we complain to anyone who will or at least pretend to listen but we know we love them more than anything. They bring us the smiles we need to make it through the week, and even though their jokes are stupid, we gotta love them for trying. We always say we're mad because he hasn't called and that we're going to throw a fit when he finally does decide to call, but when that action finally does occur, he says or does the sweetest thing and it changes our whole mood. However, when we actually do go through with our screaming fit, they just assume it's PMS and move on. When we yell that's all they hear; they don't hear the point we're trying to get across, (if there actually is one) they just hear yelling. And yeah, sometimes it is PMS, but what about their little mood swings? They say it's nothing and that they're fine, but we're convinced that they must go through some kind of cycle to make them lose all interest in that little thing called a CONVERSATION.

        We stress about it so much but most of the time they either don't want to talk about it, (and we know we get like that too) or it really is nothing. We hate them but we love them so much more. We love the way their arms fit perfectly around us. We love that pitiful expression they get when we cry, and the way they think they can fix anything and everything. We love the way that their one voice can brighten up our whole day.

        How do they do it to us? How do they trap us into loving them so much? It really doesn't matter as long as they love us just as much as we love them. No matter how hard we try to avoid stress and tears, they're gonna come; it's all part of life. But think about this: he's always there to kiss your eyelids and make your tears go away. He always lets you rest your head on his chest when you need to be held. He can make everything right. So when we're mad and feel like we could kill them while they're asleep, we just need to remember how wonderful they make us feel all the other times, and that we spend more time loving them than hating them


      • answered by clarissabrown on 04/13/2009
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    • You know you're my favorite right?

      • Let's see. I'm 21 years old, 5'6 and only 110 lbs and I work in the trucking industry. How on earth do I get truck drivers and dispatchers alike to respect me?

        I had been on the job for about a month when I had an account transferred to me. The man I was told to report to for this account was known as a complete hard ass who doesn't have a good side to get on so I was told to always be on my toes. He had been in the industry for over 20 years and was not the type to be played around with. We'll say his name is "Tom." Tom always made people cringe when he would call them to his office. He had called my boss and chewed her out about some sort of service issue. She ended up running around the office like a chicken with her head cut off looking for notes from one of their meetings. So you can imagine how nervous I was when Tom called me and said he needed to speak with me about a very important "issue" in our shipping department.

        As I'm walking to Tom's office with my pen and pad in hand, I'm thinking to myself "thank god I put on make-up today!" I've finally reached his office to see a very angry looking man tapping his fingers on his desk (did I really take that long?) My heart was racing! I couldn't figure out what I had done to upset him so I flashed a smile, did a little eye squint to make my eyes look even more exotic, and said "How's my favorite account holder?" His eyes immediately softened, his cheeks turned red and he said "I just wanted to make sure I called you in here to let you know what a great job you're doing over there."

        RELIEF!!

        He called again later to tell me that my boss had made a mistake somewhere. But ever since that first meeting we had a great relationship. Even if I did make mistakes he always backed me up. I was able to keep myself out of a lot of trouble by keeping him on my team!

        I always did the same thing with my drivers. As long as every one of them thought they were my favorite, they would bust their asses for me. And that's what a dispatcher prays for in a driver :)

      • answered by clarissabrown on 04/11/2009
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