...should do each and every day.
Click here and enter your first name.
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Saturday, April 30, 2005
Friday, April 29, 2005
B-day Bash (way late in the telling)
Okay. This is so late coming. Sorry (like you care, right?).
The birthday bash was wonderful. It was a potluck. Every inch of counter space was taken up by food -- and more kept coming.
It was a Medieval feast - which, in my world, besides trying to make foods of that time period, you are also not allowed to use utensils to eat. The only utensils are the ones that cut up the meat or scoop something onto your plate.
There was all kinds of stuff: goose (got plucked that day), bread bowls, potato stew, baked apples, roasted garlic, plus much, much more.
Little Diva's gifts trickled in. That was great, because she was able to focus on one gift at a time.
She received a wooden box (hand-carved by gifter) with four medallions inside (also made by gifter). Let's see... a CD of our friend playing the harp (beautiful!), a flower pressing kit, candles (homemade. Remember my gargoyle candle? She received a whole set of 3), a PS1, a charm bracelet, 2 fairies, plus other things I'm forgetting. (Sorry!)
And, of course, the drum.
After we did the candles(homemade cake. French vanilla w/ bananas and cream cheese frosting), she was presented with the drum. We kind of did things backwards. We kinda forgot to give her a piece of her b-day cake until much later. Sorry, ~S! She loved it, however!
Anyway, Little Diva and her daddy sat down, each with their own drum, and began to play. I was so proud!!
Later, all the drummers were outside in the pavilion (floor, roof, half walls, open air). I think there were about 30 drummers there. And Little Diva was right in there with them.
Then rain came crashing down. Loud, hard driving rain. Do you think that stopped anything? Hell, no! The drummers picked up the pace, celebrating the rain. Little Diva's hands and hair were flying! (she has hair down to her ass)
She was allowed to stay up until almost 1am, and all in all, had a very good time.
Whew! I finally related the events for the very few of you that cared. I'll go back to my weird, sarcastic self soon.
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The birthday bash was wonderful. It was a potluck. Every inch of counter space was taken up by food -- and more kept coming.
It was a Medieval feast - which, in my world, besides trying to make foods of that time period, you are also not allowed to use utensils to eat. The only utensils are the ones that cut up the meat or scoop something onto your plate.
There was all kinds of stuff: goose (got plucked that day), bread bowls, potato stew, baked apples, roasted garlic, plus much, much more.
Little Diva's gifts trickled in. That was great, because she was able to focus on one gift at a time.
She received a wooden box (hand-carved by gifter) with four medallions inside (also made by gifter). Let's see... a CD of our friend playing the harp (beautiful!), a flower pressing kit, candles (homemade. Remember my gargoyle candle? She received a whole set of 3), a PS1, a charm bracelet, 2 fairies, plus other things I'm forgetting. (Sorry!)
And, of course, the drum.
After we did the candles(homemade cake. French vanilla w/ bananas and cream cheese frosting), she was presented with the drum. We kind of did things backwards. We kinda forgot to give her a piece of her b-day cake until much later. Sorry, ~S! She loved it, however!
Anyway, Little Diva and her daddy sat down, each with their own drum, and began to play. I was so proud!!
Later, all the drummers were outside in the pavilion (floor, roof, half walls, open air). I think there were about 30 drummers there. And Little Diva was right in there with them.
Then rain came crashing down. Loud, hard driving rain. Do you think that stopped anything? Hell, no! The drummers picked up the pace, celebrating the rain. Little Diva's hands and hair were flying! (she has hair down to her ass)
She was allowed to stay up until almost 1am, and all in all, had a very good time.
Whew! I finally related the events for the very few of you that cared. I'll go back to my weird, sarcastic self soon.
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I just had to share these too. Deal with it!
Ah, more wonderful links! And all of these I got from one site.
Cuz you know you want to.
Why oh why would you spend that many years of your life on this?
Read the two articles. Your pets can stay with you forever!!
Weird shit, man. Weird shit.
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Cuz you know you want to.
Why oh why would you spend that many years of your life on this?
Read the two articles. Your pets can stay with you forever!!
Weird shit, man. Weird shit.
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Thursday, April 28, 2005
If only I could surf 24/7
I love the internet, and especially all the bloggers out there. A big *smooch* to all of you for entertaining me.
Some examples:
ABC Song found on Chick and Dick
More reading material found on Deviant Confessions
I also found on Deviant Confessions (who found it on The D-List) some great pictures for an anti-AIDS campaign. They really get the point across, doncha think? If these pics won't keep you safe, I don't know what will. I just know I'm not touching you!
And I'm sure there's more, but my mind just.........
Huh? What?
Oh, hello! *waves*
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Some examples:
ABC Song found on Chick and Dick
More reading material found on Deviant Confessions
I also found on Deviant Confessions (who found it on The D-List) some great pictures for an anti-AIDS campaign. They really get the point across, doncha think? If these pics won't keep you safe, I don't know what will. I just know I'm not touching you!
And I'm sure there's more, but my mind just.........
Huh? What?
Oh, hello! *waves*
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Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
And they said my name was Trouble...
Well, I've said it before and I'll say it again:
My kid is going to make it oh-so-big in show business.
She was faking all of it. She's not dizzy or weak. The timing was perfect. If she would have waited until today, we would have been a little more suspicious. As it was, we were considering the possibility that she was hamming it up.
The doctor gave her a strict treatment.
Word for word:
IF "DIZZY, WEAK, NUMB" NEEDS COMPLETE BEDREST, QUIET, NO VIDEO GAMES, BOOKS, MUSIC, TRAVELING.
IF SYMPTOMS DO NOT RESOLVE WITH DISCUSSED "TREATMENTS", FOLLOW UP WITH PCP.
The quotation marks are the doctor's.
The doctor is trying to bore her back to health. *laugh* Except for school. Doc says she's allowed to go to school, and read there.
The stubborn child hasn't given in yet. We upped it a bit. We told her if she still has symptoms tomorrow, she is staying home. See, with my kid, you have to strike fast. If we send her to school while she is still 'dizzy', then she will play it up for her little friends. The Little Diva loves her attention!
However, if we make her stay home, and the symptoms suddenly, miraclously clear up, she can't do it at school. HA!
She has the night to mull it over. Most likely, she will be home tomorrow, in bed, in the dark, unable to read, play, use her Gameboy, etc. Just lie there in the quiet dark. What fun!
Yep. Show business is her calling.
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My kid is going to make it oh-so-big in show business.
She was faking all of it. She's not dizzy or weak. The timing was perfect. If she would have waited until today, we would have been a little more suspicious. As it was, we were considering the possibility that she was hamming it up.
The doctor gave her a strict treatment.
Word for word:
IF "DIZZY, WEAK, NUMB" NEEDS COMPLETE BEDREST, QUIET, NO VIDEO GAMES, BOOKS, MUSIC, TRAVELING.
IF SYMPTOMS DO NOT RESOLVE WITH DISCUSSED "TREATMENTS", FOLLOW UP WITH PCP.
The quotation marks are the doctor's.
The doctor is trying to bore her back to health. *laugh* Except for school. Doc says she's allowed to go to school, and read there.
The stubborn child hasn't given in yet. We upped it a bit. We told her if she still has symptoms tomorrow, she is staying home. See, with my kid, you have to strike fast. If we send her to school while she is still 'dizzy', then she will play it up for her little friends. The Little Diva loves her attention!
However, if we make her stay home, and the symptoms suddenly, miraclously clear up, she can't do it at school. HA!
She has the night to mull it over. Most likely, she will be home tomorrow, in bed, in the dark, unable to read, play, use her Gameboy, etc. Just lie there in the quiet dark. What fun!
Yep. Show business is her calling.
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Starting backwards
I was going to relate the tale of Little Diva's birthday bash/feast and the gifting of the drum, but I think I'll tell things backwards.
Starting with yesterday.
Here I am, just sitting here. Chillin' out after a very active weekend. I'm on the computer (yay! No puter access all weekend -- I sooo needed my fix), and husband pulls in, hours early. Whenever he comes home early, I automatically freak. No 'Hello' or 'How was your day?' or even a 'Hi, honey!'. Nope. I fly to the door, meet him there and breathlessly ask, 'What's wrong?!?!?'.
Yep. I'm nice like that.
Well, this time there was something wrong. He has our kid in the van (my panic increased), and the school called him. I'm hoping she is sick, throwing up, -- ya know, anything normal. (But if it's something normal, why is the van still running? Why is she still buckled in?) He tells me that she is having trouble breathing. As he's explaining it to me, I can see just how freaked he is. Poor guy. (He's a good daddy.) He stopped at home to give me the opportunity to go to the hospital with them. I grabbed clothes (to get dressed in the van), something to put my hair up (cuz there was no time to brush it), my book (don't go anywhere without it), mints (no time to brush my teeth), and a few other things. Like her Gameboy (I was hoping it would distract her from the whole breathing mess).
I ride in the back with her, trying to get her to relax. It almost sounds like hyper-ventilating, but I don't know anything about it. I asked her what she ate, drank, if she took any pills, etc. I asked if anything happened at school. Some kids did upset her, but it didn't sound any more stressful than usual. I noticed her breathing was getting worse as she talked about it though. On to happy subjects!!
Well, to make a long story a tiny bit shorter: It was heartburn. The pain caused her to panic, and have trouble breathing. Then she believed her lungs or throat were actually closed, so she couldn't just relax and get better.
Once the doctor said her lungs and throat were fine (and we explained it to her), she was able to breathe again. They still took a chest x-ray, just in case. It was perfect. They gave her some meds to drink (which she hated). It was a combo of Mylanta, a numbing agent, and something else. Basically, it was to treat the pain from the heartburn.
As if that wasn't weird enough.
She started feeling dizzy while we were still waiting to be dismissed. She fell asleep. When she woke up, the dizzy feeling was still there. She said she also felt weak. We had to make a stop at Circuit City for a b-day gift -- since the plan of husband just stopping and getting it changed.
She was walking funny. She kept bending forward and back at the waist, plus her legs were bending at the knee. She couldn't walk or stand. Her balance was off, and her strength was just gone. She ended up being able to ride on her daddy's back throughout the store. We figured it would pass.
And, by the time we got home, it seemed to. She was walking fine, and moving about without looking like a newborn giraffe or a broken Weeble.
But then, this morning, the dizziness and the weakness are back. They don't seem to be as bad as yesterday, but it's bad enough to keep her knees bending at all the wrong times. It makes me think of what it would be like to watch someone learn to walk after sitting in a wheelchair their whole life.
The hospital has been called to see if this could be some weird side effect. They said no. If she is still feeling like this later on, we need to bring her back in. *sigh* Hospital trips always take so long.
So the kidling stayed home with me today, and is currently playing her Playstation. (That was a gift she received over the weekend. It's used, and a PS1, AND she absolutely loves it!)
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Starting with yesterday.
Here I am, just sitting here. Chillin' out after a very active weekend. I'm on the computer (yay! No puter access all weekend -- I sooo needed my fix), and husband pulls in, hours early. Whenever he comes home early, I automatically freak. No 'Hello' or 'How was your day?' or even a 'Hi, honey!'. Nope. I fly to the door, meet him there and breathlessly ask, 'What's wrong?!?!?'.
Yep. I'm nice like that.
Well, this time there was something wrong. He has our kid in the van (my panic increased), and the school called him. I'm hoping she is sick, throwing up, -- ya know, anything normal. (But if it's something normal, why is the van still running? Why is she still buckled in?) He tells me that she is having trouble breathing. As he's explaining it to me, I can see just how freaked he is. Poor guy. (He's a good daddy.) He stopped at home to give me the opportunity to go to the hospital with them. I grabbed clothes (to get dressed in the van), something to put my hair up (cuz there was no time to brush it), my book (don't go anywhere without it), mints (no time to brush my teeth), and a few other things. Like her Gameboy (I was hoping it would distract her from the whole breathing mess).
I ride in the back with her, trying to get her to relax. It almost sounds like hyper-ventilating, but I don't know anything about it. I asked her what she ate, drank, if she took any pills, etc. I asked if anything happened at school. Some kids did upset her, but it didn't sound any more stressful than usual. I noticed her breathing was getting worse as she talked about it though. On to happy subjects!!
Well, to make a long story a tiny bit shorter: It was heartburn. The pain caused her to panic, and have trouble breathing. Then she believed her lungs or throat were actually closed, so she couldn't just relax and get better.
Once the doctor said her lungs and throat were fine (and we explained it to her), she was able to breathe again. They still took a chest x-ray, just in case. It was perfect. They gave her some meds to drink (which she hated). It was a combo of Mylanta, a numbing agent, and something else. Basically, it was to treat the pain from the heartburn.
As if that wasn't weird enough.
She started feeling dizzy while we were still waiting to be dismissed. She fell asleep. When she woke up, the dizzy feeling was still there. She said she also felt weak. We had to make a stop at Circuit City for a b-day gift -- since the plan of husband just stopping and getting it changed.
She was walking funny. She kept bending forward and back at the waist, plus her legs were bending at the knee. She couldn't walk or stand. Her balance was off, and her strength was just gone. She ended up being able to ride on her daddy's back throughout the store. We figured it would pass.
And, by the time we got home, it seemed to. She was walking fine, and moving about without looking like a newborn giraffe or a broken Weeble.
But then, this morning, the dizziness and the weakness are back. They don't seem to be as bad as yesterday, but it's bad enough to keep her knees bending at all the wrong times. It makes me think of what it would be like to watch someone learn to walk after sitting in a wheelchair their whole life.
The hospital has been called to see if this could be some weird side effect. They said no. If she is still feeling like this later on, we need to bring her back in. *sigh* Hospital trips always take so long.
So the kidling stayed home with me today, and is currently playing her Playstation. (That was a gift she received over the weekend. It's used, and a PS1, AND she absolutely loves it!)
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Sunday, April 24, 2005
I won!
Can you believe it? I am the Number One result on this Google search.
I would think that other web pages out there would have better qualifications.
But anyway...
I'm Number One!!! *lots of cheering and confetti throwing*
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I would think that other web pages out there would have better qualifications.
But anyway...
I'm Number One!!! *lots of cheering and confetti throwing*
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Friday, April 22, 2005
Weekend hiatus
Hi'ya folks! Just hopping online real quick to say I'll be back in the saddle Monday.
This weekend is the gifting of the drum!!! Little Diva will be so thrilled. It's not until tomorrow, but I don't know if I can wait that long! I want to give it to hertonight later this evening NOW!!!
Heh. What was it we were talking about, Cricket? Patience, grasshopper.
Ugh.
We will also be looking for a new home to rent out there. We have a need to live closer to the freaks in our lives. Makes sense, since we, ourselves, are freaks.
I love being a freak. Or as a friend calls me: a long-haired dirty hippie. Did ya get your fix, dollface?
*Beginning hiatus from internet -- wish me luck and strength!*
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This weekend is the gifting of the drum!!! Little Diva will be so thrilled. It's not until tomorrow, but I don't know if I can wait that long! I want to give it to her
Heh. What was it we were talking about, Cricket? Patience, grasshopper.
Ugh.
We will also be looking for a new home to rent out there. We have a need to live closer to the freaks in our lives. Makes sense, since we, ourselves, are freaks.
I love being a freak. Or as a friend calls me: a long-haired dirty hippie. Did ya get your fix, dollface?
*Beginning hiatus from internet -- wish me luck and strength!*
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Thursday, April 21, 2005
Wanna be scared?
I found this on Robin's Stuff (Binsk). I thought, "What the hell. I'll give it a go." I saw her results, and thought, "That's not too bad. I could handle that."
Heh. Yeah.
You lucky girl, Binsk.
It's a site where you put in a pic of your face, and they can age you 10, 20, 30, or 40 years. I tried it. 10 years was bad enough. Where the hell did I get those deep creases?? 20, 30, ugh. 40 years from now?? I almost felt sick. Granted, I would be 71 in 40 years, but geez!! I didn't really have any facial features left except for the pile of wrinkles they claimed was my face. Plus, it looked like they were making me gain weight with every decade. I am going to be fat, old, wrinkled beyond recognition...
I know, I know. It's a website. It's not accurate. There are factors that aren't being calculated. But still!! Who wants to see themselves looking like the Grim Reaper's wife??? Or like a person that wished to live forever, but forgot to add 'and stay young' -- and they just kept getting older and older and older forever.
Please, people, if I ever begin to look like Pizza the Hut, put me out of my misery.
Me in 40 years
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Heh. Yeah.
You lucky girl, Binsk.
It's a site where you put in a pic of your face, and they can age you 10, 20, 30, or 40 years. I tried it. 10 years was bad enough. Where the hell did I get those deep creases?? 20, 30, ugh. 40 years from now?? I almost felt sick. Granted, I would be 71 in 40 years, but geez!! I didn't really have any facial features left except for the pile of wrinkles they claimed was my face. Plus, it looked like they were making me gain weight with every decade. I am going to be fat, old, wrinkled beyond recognition...
I know, I know. It's a website. It's not accurate. There are factors that aren't being calculated. But still!! Who wants to see themselves looking like the Grim Reaper's wife??? Or like a person that wished to live forever, but forgot to add 'and stay young' -- and they just kept getting older and older and older forever.
Please, people, if I ever begin to look like Pizza the Hut, put me out of my misery.
Me in 40 years
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Dildos and Texas. Quite the combo!
I just had to link this. Any story about too many dildos is worth sharing. Thanks, Jin!
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4.20
I got it into my head yesterday to look up the origins of the term '4.20'. (If you don't know what it means -- well, what era have you been living in???)
Turns out, it started like all great things. It was code for a bunch of high schoolers to keep their parents and teachers from finding out. They had a lot of different phrases they used, but 4.20 is the one that stuck. They would meet out by the same statue at the same time (4:20). Perfect code.
Nowadays parents know what it means -- kids will have to come up with something else.
My advice? If you have kids, hang out with potheads. Then you'll know the terminology before they do.
Link
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Turns out, it started like all great things. It was code for a bunch of high schoolers to keep their parents and teachers from finding out. They had a lot of different phrases they used, but 4.20 is the one that stuck. They would meet out by the same statue at the same time (4:20). Perfect code.
Nowadays parents know what it means -- kids will have to come up with something else.
My advice? If you have kids, hang out with potheads. Then you'll know the terminology before they do.
Link
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Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Broken link? New address?
What is up with Who links to me dot com? I have tried to get there from here, other blogs, even a freakin' google search!
Has anyone else had problems?
Maybe it's just me, and the voodoo curse placed on me at birth. Or my secret room full of broken mirrors. Or maybe all the black cats crossing my path while I'm walking under a ladder. It could be all the salt I spill on a daily basis without throwing any over my shoulder.
Wow. This took a weird turn, didn't it?
http://wholinkstome.com/ -- Check it out, and let me know.
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Has anyone else had problems?
Maybe it's just me, and the voodoo curse placed on me at birth. Or my secret room full of broken mirrors. Or maybe all the black cats crossing my path while I'm walking under a ladder. It could be all the salt I spill on a daily basis without throwing any over my shoulder.
Wow. This took a weird turn, didn't it?
http://wholinkstome.com/ -- Check it out, and let me know.
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Project D.U. and more verbal vomit (not related)
Has anyone heard of Project D.U.? Opinions wanted. Is it a pain in the ass? Is it a really cool blogging tool?
Anyone?
In other news, Omarosa hung up on a local radio morning show, but not before informing them of her website. Ya know, when I first saw her on season one of 'The Apprentice', I gave her the benefit of the doubt. I figured it was the editors trying to make good television. I was wrong. She's just a bitch with an over-inflated ego. Period. And to prove her lack of stardom, she's on the newest season of The Surreal Life. This is after she was shooting her mouth off on Fear Factor.
Someone should shoot her.
I can't believe I wasted blog space on her.
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"You're too young too die!"
A man saved his chicken using mouth-to-beak resuscitation.
Yes.
I'm serious.
Don't believe me? Read it here.
They likened it to another amazing Colorado chicken story.
(There's two stories??? Yes, two. Colorado is an amazing place. ...I'm guessing. I've never been there.)
Mike the Headless Chicken has his own website.
Hmmm.... Now I'm craving fried chicken.
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Yes.
I'm serious.
Don't believe me? Read it here.
They likened it to another amazing Colorado chicken story.
(There's two stories??? Yes, two. Colorado is an amazing place. ...I'm guessing. I've never been there.)
Mike the Headless Chicken has his own website.
Hmmm.... Now I'm craving fried chicken.
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Monday, April 18, 2005
Binsk's Questions
1. What talent do you wish you possessed? Why? Feel free to be creative.
2. I read Edgar Allen Poe as a kid (smart, eh?), and as a result, I also have his fear of being buried alive. If it was legal, I would want my body placed on a raft floating down a river -- just in case I woke up. Do you have any weird things involving your death? (how you want to die, how you want your remains taken care of, etc) And do you know the reason for the 'weird thing'?
3. Which nationality do you wish was part of your DNA make-up? Why? Or if perfectly happy the way you are, why?
4. If you could only have one kind of food for the rest of your life, what would it be? Why?
5. Someone leans in and kisses you (your lips, neck, etc. - you choose) and says, "Mmmm, you taste like..." what? (This is what you would want them to say -- not what you had for lunch *grin*) And, of course, why that flavor?
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Place this on the post that answers the questions.
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For the blog-a-thon:
I'll offer to interview the next how many ever people respond to this post, and here's how it works:
1. Leave me a comment saying 'interview me', if you'd like to be interviewed.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions here. They will be different questions than the ones above.
3. You'll update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You'll include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you'll ask them five questions.
2. I read Edgar Allen Poe as a kid (smart, eh?), and as a result, I also have his fear of being buried alive. If it was legal, I would want my body placed on a raft floating down a river -- just in case I woke up. Do you have any weird things involving your death? (how you want to die, how you want your remains taken care of, etc) And do you know the reason for the 'weird thing'?
3. Which nationality do you wish was part of your DNA make-up? Why? Or if perfectly happy the way you are, why?
4. If you could only have one kind of food for the rest of your life, what would it be? Why?
5. Someone leans in and kisses you (your lips, neck, etc. - you choose) and says, "Mmmm, you taste like..." what? (This is what you would want them to say -- not what you had for lunch *grin*) And, of course, why that flavor?
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Place this on the post that answers the questions.
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For the blog-a-thon:
I'll offer to interview the next how many ever people respond to this post, and here's how it works:
1. Leave me a comment saying 'interview me', if you'd like to be interviewed.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions here. They will be different questions than the ones above.
3. You'll update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You'll include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you'll ask them five questions.
My mom
I visited my mom yesterday. I haven't seen her for a while.
(For those that don't know: About 2 years ago, my mom had 80% of a brain tumor removed. They couldn't get the other 20%, because her tumor is located in the brain stem (the part that controls involuntary things like breathing, heartbeat, etc) - and if they went in too deep, it would have killed her. She has had chemo in pill form, and other such treatments. I wasn't too worried about her when it all went down. I've been fighting with my mom my whole life -- I knew there was no way she was going to let this get the best of her. She is a survivor.)
Anyway, I am starting to get a little worried. Her memory is terrible, and her body is getting weaker for, apparently, no reason. She's not helpless, by any means. It is strange to look at a woman who has fought against so much opposition in her life, and see that it is her turn to be taken care of. I know she must hate it. She was always the doer. She's not resentful. She accepts she needs help. She's not a stupid lady.
Which brings me to this: Friends of the family were visiting yesterday too. These are friends that have been around longer than I have been alive. Wouldn't you think they would know my mom at least as well as I do? The woman, who I get my middle name from, was jumping up every three seconds to do something for my mom that my mom could do on her own. Here's the thing. Someday, my mom will need help with almost everything. That is not today. So many things have been taken from her. Let her do the things she is still able to, dammit! I could see the look on my mother's face when the woman friend jumped up repeatedly to 'help'. It wasn't 'Thanks!'.
I'm sure the woman friend thinks I was horrible because I didn't do the same. Whatever. I was watching. If mom needed help, I would know, or she would ask for it. That's the other thing. If my mom needs help with something, she is not too proud to ask. That means if she decides to do something, I know that means she is able to do it. Back off, lady.
Whew!
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(For those that don't know: About 2 years ago, my mom had 80% of a brain tumor removed. They couldn't get the other 20%, because her tumor is located in the brain stem (the part that controls involuntary things like breathing, heartbeat, etc) - and if they went in too deep, it would have killed her. She has had chemo in pill form, and other such treatments. I wasn't too worried about her when it all went down. I've been fighting with my mom my whole life -- I knew there was no way she was going to let this get the best of her. She is a survivor.)
Anyway, I am starting to get a little worried. Her memory is terrible, and her body is getting weaker for, apparently, no reason. She's not helpless, by any means. It is strange to look at a woman who has fought against so much opposition in her life, and see that it is her turn to be taken care of. I know she must hate it. She was always the doer. She's not resentful. She accepts she needs help. She's not a stupid lady.
Which brings me to this: Friends of the family were visiting yesterday too. These are friends that have been around longer than I have been alive. Wouldn't you think they would know my mom at least as well as I do? The woman, who I get my middle name from, was jumping up every three seconds to do something for my mom that my mom could do on her own. Here's the thing. Someday, my mom will need help with almost everything. That is not today. So many things have been taken from her. Let her do the things she is still able to, dammit! I could see the look on my mother's face when the woman friend jumped up repeatedly to 'help'. It wasn't 'Thanks!'.
I'm sure the woman friend thinks I was horrible because I didn't do the same. Whatever. I was watching. If mom needed help, I would know, or she would ask for it. That's the other thing. If my mom needs help with something, she is not too proud to ask. That means if she decides to do something, I know that means she is able to do it. Back off, lady.
Whew!
/end rant
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Friday, April 15, 2005
Carl's Questions
1. You've washed up on a desert island. Other things washed up with you. You look in your pack to find you have some food, water, knife, flint and steel, instructions on how to make your own bow and arrow, a desert survival guide, and an entertaining novel to read. What one thing do you wish was in your pack (and you can't pick any people)? Why?
2. I noticed you have a blog about your two children. Tell me the decision process about why you preferred to use their real names, and to post pictures of them. And weren't you scared to do so?
3. Are you the same religion now as you were raised to be? Why/Why not?
4. If you were to receive your all-time favorite gift, what would it be? It can be anything. Why?
5. You called yourself a lurker. How long have you been lurking, and how did you get here in the first place?
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2. I noticed you have a blog about your two children. Tell me the decision process about why you preferred to use their real names, and to post pictures of them. And weren't you scared to do so?
3. Are you the same religion now as you were raised to be? Why/Why not?
4. If you were to receive your all-time favorite gift, what would it be? It can be anything. Why?
5. You called yourself a lurker. How long have you been lurking, and how did you get here in the first place?
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Thursday, April 14, 2005
Weird Stuff (been surfing today)
Alien and Angel Communication (battery powered)
(Stolen from Help Desk Confessionals)
Yes and No's of Driving Video
Amazingly Big Testicles (Nov. 2004)
Only of interest for those that drive around Knoxville (not weird news)
I also found an old story (from 2001) about a guy who created a website to charge people $20 to watch him cut off his feet with a homemade guillotine. He didn't have use of his feet, and wanted to raise money to buy the prosthetics ($200,000). His website is down now, or I would have put the link up. Like I said, very old story. But I had to share, especially since I was cringing.
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(Stolen from Help Desk Confessionals)
Yes and No's of Driving Video
Amazingly Big Testicles (Nov. 2004)
Only of interest for those that drive around Knoxville (not weird news)
I also found an old story (from 2001) about a guy who created a website to charge people $20 to watch him cut off his feet with a homemade guillotine. He didn't have use of his feet, and wanted to raise money to buy the prosthetics ($200,000). His website is down now, or I would have put the link up. Like I said, very old story. But I had to share, especially since I was cringing.
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Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Desperate for a bong
I found yet another 'stupid people' story that I'm swiping off an entertaining blog: The Playground
Vermont Teen Accused of Stealing Corpse's Head
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Vermont Teen Accused of Stealing Corpse's Head
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A 5 Question Interview (a.k.a. the blog-a-thon)
From Cricket
~j~…
1…if, like milk or the newspaper, you could have anything of your choice delivered to your doorstep every morning, what particular item would you want it to be?
Wow. Surprisingly, this was the hardest question to answer. I considered a warm cup of flavored coffee. Then I thought about chocolate (but I don't really like chocolate). So that doesn't work. I thought about my beloved Mt. Dew, but everyday? I also thought about a cigarette to go with the coffee, but I don't like smoking in the morning. Heh. I don't like mornings.
Final decision: I would like a big mug of coffee flavored with Southern Butter Pecan creamer, sugar, and milk -- Along with a beautiful sunrise, accompanied by a warm breeze.
This is an expandable post.
2…what thought or sentiment would you like to put into one million fortune cookies?
Confucius say: "Things always look bright on the horizon. It's just whether you crash and burn first..."
3…what is the strongest craving you get?
Cheesy pasta. I loves me some pasta!! I also love cheese. In fact, I believe cheese should be it's own food group -- requiring 5 servings a day. Or more. Mmmmm, cheese.
4…you hang out a lot at castles so, suppose that we still lived in an age when kings and queens ruled the lands. would you rather be the monarch or his number one advisor?
I would like to be the Queen that advises the King. That way I'll still be in power (even if the King is out-of-town). Also, the advisor doesn't necessarily have to pass from one King to the next. The advisor is usually in the background, has his own agenda, and would be the one most likely to poison the King. Even if innocent of any wrong-doing, the advisor will usually be the scapegoat with his head on the block. No thanks. Give me Queendom -- That way, at the very least, I'll be in the history books.
5…do you think that the world will be a better or a worse place 100 years from now?
That depends. Will there still be humans around? *grin*
Well, I think we are steadily destroying the earth, but, at the same time, we are also becoming more aware. I feel like we are in limbo right now. If there are laws made to protect the environment, instead of to make money, there is a chance to improve. But taking the wilderness away from Alaska?? How stupid. Then again, I'm just talking about the USA. Who knows what will happen on the rest of the planet? Can you tell I'm very confused? I believe there are two groups. Pro-environment vs. Don't Give a Flying Fuck. I think both groups will continue to get stronger, and eventually, there will be a showdown. I hope the Pros win.
~~~
For the blog-a-thon:
I'll offer to interview the next how many ever people respond to this post, and here's how it works:
1. Leave me a comment saying 'interview me', if you'd like to be interviewed.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions here. They will be different questions than the ones above.
3. You'll update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You'll include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you'll ask them five questions.
~j~…
1…if, like milk or the newspaper, you could have anything of your choice delivered to your doorstep every morning, what particular item would you want it to be?
Wow. Surprisingly, this was the hardest question to answer. I considered a warm cup of flavored coffee. Then I thought about chocolate (but I don't really like chocolate). So that doesn't work. I thought about my beloved Mt. Dew, but everyday? I also thought about a cigarette to go with the coffee, but I don't like smoking in the morning. Heh. I don't like mornings.
Final decision: I would like a big mug of coffee flavored with Southern Butter Pecan creamer, sugar, and milk -- Along with a beautiful sunrise, accompanied by a warm breeze.
This is an expandable post.
2…what thought or sentiment would you like to put into one million fortune cookies?
Confucius say: "Things always look bright on the horizon. It's just whether you crash and burn first..."
3…what is the strongest craving you get?
Cheesy pasta. I loves me some pasta!! I also love cheese. In fact, I believe cheese should be it's own food group -- requiring 5 servings a day. Or more. Mmmmm, cheese.
4…you hang out a lot at castles so, suppose that we still lived in an age when kings and queens ruled the lands. would you rather be the monarch or his number one advisor?
I would like to be the Queen that advises the King. That way I'll still be in power (even if the King is out-of-town). Also, the advisor doesn't necessarily have to pass from one King to the next. The advisor is usually in the background, has his own agenda, and would be the one most likely to poison the King. Even if innocent of any wrong-doing, the advisor will usually be the scapegoat with his head on the block. No thanks. Give me Queendom -- That way, at the very least, I'll be in the history books.
5…do you think that the world will be a better or a worse place 100 years from now?
That depends. Will there still be humans around? *grin*
Well, I think we are steadily destroying the earth, but, at the same time, we are also becoming more aware. I feel like we are in limbo right now. If there are laws made to protect the environment, instead of to make money, there is a chance to improve. But taking the wilderness away from Alaska?? How stupid. Then again, I'm just talking about the USA. Who knows what will happen on the rest of the planet? Can you tell I'm very confused? I believe there are two groups. Pro-environment vs. Don't Give a Flying Fuck. I think both groups will continue to get stronger, and eventually, there will be a showdown. I hope the Pros win.
~~~
For the blog-a-thon:
I'll offer to interview the next how many ever people respond to this post, and here's how it works:
1. Leave me a comment saying 'interview me', if you'd like to be interviewed.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions here. They will be different questions than the ones above.
3. You'll update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You'll include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you'll ask them five questions.
Googlism for J
Shandi has stumbled across a very cool thing: Googlism
You enter your name (or phrase), and it pulls together all kinds of lines that have that in it. A ready made poem -- using your name!
Try it. If you want to see what mine was, hit the link. Be warned. I used 'J'. It's long. If you only skim, I forgive you.
If it makes you feel any better, when I used my real first name, the list was longer.
Edit: I took poetic license, and deleted anything I thought was completely stupid, didn't make sense, etc. I also rearranged the order into groups. So, it's not an accurate portrayal of Googlism, but you'll get the idea.
This is an expandable post.
Googlism for: j
j is going to get it
j is flying away
j is here again
j is coming
j is out
j is flying away savoring and being savored
j is paid annually per unit
j is not good
j is for lots of things
j is hyperdecidable
j is a stupid head
j is right
j is optimized for high
j is for jack a is for ants they crawl in your pants c is for cat that
j is for judgment von sue grafton
j is for young women's hypothyroidism
j is for jellyfish color poster
j is for jetstream
j is for jellied eels
j is for jaguars
j is for jaguar and jeep
j is for the j
j is for peter jennings
j is for jenny
j is for james bond
j is for jehovah
j is for jesse
j is for jack
j is for john
j is for james who took lye by mistake
j is for junk
j is for junkets
j is for joy
j is for jibe
j is for jaw
j is for justice
j is for jolly
j is for jetsetter
j is for jester
j is for jungle
j is for just like brothers
j is for juneau
j is for jelly
j is for juggling
j is for jumping jackal
j is for jackrabbit
j is for junk boat
j is for jeans
j is for judgment
j is for jubilee
j is for jazz
j is is_min is_max is it it is it is_min
j is for judgment offers a medium dose of suspense
j is for judgment at epinions
j is for joint ownership
j is for joint issue
j is provided for informational purposes only and is not negotiable or grievable
j is for joint ownership graham norwood sunday january 12
j is for javascript
j is a native java driver that converts jdbc
j is a technology for visualisation of interactive 3d objects
j is " +
You enter your name (or phrase), and it pulls together all kinds of lines that have that in it. A ready made poem -- using your name!
Try it. If you want to see what mine was, hit the link. Be warned. I used 'J'. It's long. If you only skim, I forgive you.
If it makes you feel any better, when I used my real first name, the list was longer.
Edit: I took poetic license, and deleted anything I thought was completely stupid, didn't make sense, etc. I also rearranged the order into groups. So, it's not an accurate portrayal of Googlism, but you'll get the idea.
This is an expandable post.
Googlism for: j
j is going to get it
j is flying away
j is here again
j is coming
j is out
j is flying away savoring and being savored
j is paid annually per unit
j is not good
j is for lots of things
j is hyperdecidable
j is a stupid head
j is right
j is optimized for high
j is for jack a is for ants they crawl in your pants c is for cat that
j is for judgment von sue grafton
j is for young women's hypothyroidism
j is for jellyfish color poster
j is for jetstream
j is for jellied eels
j is for jaguars
j is for jaguar and jeep
j is for the j
j is for peter jennings
j is for jenny
j is for james bond
j is for jehovah
j is for jesse
j is for jack
j is for john
j is for james who took lye by mistake
j is for junk
j is for junkets
j is for joy
j is for jibe
j is for jaw
j is for justice
j is for jolly
j is for jetsetter
j is for jester
j is for jungle
j is for just like brothers
j is for juneau
j is for jelly
j is for juggling
j is for jumping jackal
j is for jackrabbit
j is for junk boat
j is for jeans
j is for judgment
j is for jubilee
j is for jazz
j is is_min is_max is it it is it is_min
j is for judgment offers a medium dose of suspense
j is for judgment at epinions
j is for joint ownership
j is for joint issue
j is provided for informational purposes only and is not negotiable or grievable
j is for joint ownership graham norwood sunday january 12
j is for javascript
j is a native java driver that converts jdbc
j is a technology for visualisation of interactive 3d objects
j is " +
To expand or not to expand...
I finally broke down and put the sub-standard expandable post on here. But as you can tell by what the link says, I'll let you know if I put anything there. I wouldn't want you wasting your time, loading another page, if you didn't have to. Especially for the poor saps (like me) that have dial-up.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
I live here...
Random Quote (from my sidebar).
In Tennessee, it is illegal to shoot any game other than whales from a moving automobile.
In Tennessee, it is illegal to shoot any game other than whales from a moving automobile.
Another wonderful search
Google Search:
abscess anus "feels like" -dog -cat -rabbit -pet
Serves me right for trying to educate the masses, eh?
In case you weren't reading this blog at that time: Referring post
abscess anus "feels like" -dog -cat -rabbit -pet
Serves me right for trying to educate the masses, eh?
In case you weren't reading this blog at that time: Referring post
Monday, April 11, 2005
I got down with my crafty self
Cloven Fruit and Gargoyles - Ole'!
I attended a candle making workshop last Saturday. The gargoyle in the picture is the result of that class.
The other two candles are made by my friend that was teaching the workshop. The orange smells like... well, like orange. And the red is scented with cloves. As is the gargoyle.
I want to fill my house with clove scented candles. YUM!!
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Blog help required.
Does anyone out there know how to make expandable posts? I tried looking it up in Blogger, but the closest thing they have is a link that would show up on every post. That would be great if you wanted to read every post twice... *sigh*
I just want to create a link that will expand the post if I have something incredibly long going on -- or to give you the choice about wanting to read it. But only on selected posts.
...Anyone? ...Anyone?
...Bueller? ...Bueller?
Just nod if you can hear me...
I just want to create a link that will expand the post if I have something incredibly long going on -- or to give you the choice about wanting to read it. But only on selected posts.
...Anyone? ...Anyone?
...Bueller? ...Bueller?
Just nod if you can hear me...
Friday, April 08, 2005
I laughed at this:
Bumper sticker husband saw on the way home:
"If God intended us to vote, He'd have given us candidates."
"If God intended us to vote, He'd have given us candidates."
Those promised links
Okay. Now for the other two really cool links.
One of them I will place in a permanent spot in my sidebar under 'Good Stuff!!!'. But for now, you'll be able to get there through this post.
This is the one that will be made a permanent member of the country club that is my blog. It's a game. It's educational. It's both. Either way, a great time waster! (Is it really wasting time if you are learning?)
link
This next one I found out in the blogosphere. If I could remember which blog pointed it out, I would give them credit. Well, rest assured, if I remember which one of you it was, I'll link you here.
It is a site where you can get your blog made into a book. A hardcover real live book! I'm thinking about doing this as a yearly birthday present to myself. I wouldn't have to worry about a server crashing and losing all my hard blogging work, then, would I? Plus, I just think it would be so cool to have this hardcover book in my bookcase, and be able to say in the most nonchalant of voices, "Yeah, I wrote that."
link
One of them I will place in a permanent spot in my sidebar under 'Good Stuff!!!'. But for now, you'll be able to get there through this post.
This is the one that will be made a permanent member of the country club that is my blog. It's a game. It's educational. It's both. Either way, a great time waster! (Is it really wasting time if you are learning?)
link
This next one I found out in the blogosphere. If I could remember which blog pointed it out, I would give them credit. Well, rest assured, if I remember which one of you it was, I'll link you here.
It is a site where you can get your blog made into a book. A hardcover real live book! I'm thinking about doing this as a yearly birthday present to myself. I wouldn't have to worry about a server crashing and losing all my hard blogging work, then, would I? Plus, I just think it would be so cool to have this hardcover book in my bookcase, and be able to say in the most nonchalant of voices, "Yeah, I wrote that."
link
Attention! (again)
You must all go see (and by all, I am especially targeting anyone on a diet, or struggling to eat healthy) the picture Raven posted.
Stay tuned. I have at least two more cool links (not pictures) to post.
Random thought: When you get the Cannot Find Server message, and then refresh - and it finds the server (you know this because the page loads)-- Why does it still say Cannot Find Server? That bugs the hell outta me.
Stay tuned. I have at least two more cool links (not pictures) to post.
Random thought: When you get the Cannot Find Server message, and then refresh - and it finds the server (you know this because the page loads)-- Why does it still say Cannot Find Server? That bugs the hell outta me.
Attention!
You must all go see (and by all, I am especially targeting the guys) the picture Heather posted.
What are you still doing here?
Credits are rolling, people.
What are you still doing here?
Credits are rolling, people.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Now what?
I am now signed up with Feedburner (link in sidebar), but that's about it. I have no idea what to do with it. Wannabe geek just came to a halt. Anyone that can help me figure out the next step, I'd be eternally grateful.
I also signed up with a bunch of other things. Check the foot of the blog to see it all.
I also signed up with a bunch of other things. Check the foot of the blog to see it all.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Whew!
Something quick.
I've been working behind-the-scenes on my blog today.
I signed up with Blogroll, Technorati, Popdex, Blogsnob(not sure yet. activation code didn't work), Daypop, and Blogdex.
Tomorrow I'll be looking at Feedburner.
I feel like such a geek.
...and I like it.
I've been working behind-the-scenes on my blog today.
I signed up with Blogroll, Technorati, Popdex, Blogsnob(not sure yet. activation code didn't work), Daypop, and Blogdex.
Tomorrow I'll be looking at Feedburner.
I feel like such a geek.
...and I like it.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Memories *slap!*
A friend and I were having one of those 'Ugh! Men!!' conversations. Especially as they pertain to sex.
Which reminded me of an unforgettable session.
I noticed this good looking guy, and discreetly wondered about him. But as most of the people that know me are aware, that's about all I do. Think. I rarely act on it. I'm very strange, I know.
So anyway, turns out, this guy noticed me too. He continued to come up to me all night long (it was one of those celebrating until the sun comes up kind of nights), and giving me the lamest lines. But I was in a particularly forgiving mood, and thought of the lines as ...cute, funny, dorky.
I continued to resist his advances -- I couldn't convince myself to 'take the plunge', even though I kinda wanted to see if he was 'all that'.
Morning comes (just barely). He finally has worn me down enough. I go off with this guy.
I'll spare you the details, but believe me, they were bad enough to be a story all on their own. Suffice it to say, I didn't get anything out of it -- and I'm not just talking about the climax here. I mean, anything.
Afterwards, we were talking. At least, anyone who would have looked in on us would have believed we were talking. I was holding up my end of the conversation, while wondering how to politely get the fuck out of there. Sound like a guy, don't I?
Anyway, during these stupid conversations (it wasn't difficult to hold up my end, believe me!), he told me something I never thought I would hear. Now I'm not saying it wasn't ever true -- just that, if it was, the guy would have the sense to keep it to himself.
Before I tell you what he said, let me just say this. I put on quite the performance. Something he will always remember. I proved I was worthy -- and walked away without even so much as a booby prize (no pun intended).
He told me I was his second choice.
Yep, that's right. He spoke those words right out loud. And when I appeared confused, he was surprised.
"Didn't you see me by *Number 1* throughout the night?"
To which I replied:
"No. I wasn't watching you all night."
Why would I watch him for that long? Geez, I do have friends and other things to occupy my time. Besides, like I already said, he was approaching me all night. There wasn't any reason to watch him. I knew he was coming back.
So anyway, not only was the sex something to be written down in the greatest hits of bad sex, he had to top himself by speaking.
See? Ugh, men.
Which reminded me of an unforgettable session.
I noticed this good looking guy, and discreetly wondered about him. But as most of the people that know me are aware, that's about all I do. Think. I rarely act on it. I'm very strange, I know.
So anyway, turns out, this guy noticed me too. He continued to come up to me all night long (it was one of those celebrating until the sun comes up kind of nights), and giving me the lamest lines. But I was in a particularly forgiving mood, and thought of the lines as ...cute, funny, dorky.
I continued to resist his advances -- I couldn't convince myself to 'take the plunge', even though I kinda wanted to see if he was 'all that'.
Morning comes (just barely). He finally has worn me down enough. I go off with this guy.
I'll spare you the details, but believe me, they were bad enough to be a story all on their own. Suffice it to say, I didn't get anything out of it -- and I'm not just talking about the climax here. I mean, anything.
Afterwards, we were talking. At least, anyone who would have looked in on us would have believed we were talking. I was holding up my end of the conversation, while wondering how to politely get the fuck out of there. Sound like a guy, don't I?
Anyway, during these stupid conversations (it wasn't difficult to hold up my end, believe me!), he told me something I never thought I would hear. Now I'm not saying it wasn't ever true -- just that, if it was, the guy would have the sense to keep it to himself.
Before I tell you what he said, let me just say this. I put on quite the performance. Something he will always remember. I proved I was worthy -- and walked away without even so much as a booby prize (no pun intended).
He told me I was his second choice.
Yep, that's right. He spoke those words right out loud. And when I appeared confused, he was surprised.
"Didn't you see me by *Number 1* throughout the night?"
To which I replied:
"No. I wasn't watching you all night."
Why would I watch him for that long? Geez, I do have friends and other things to occupy my time. Besides, like I already said, he was approaching me all night. There wasn't any reason to watch him. I knew he was coming back.
So anyway, not only was the sex something to be written down in the greatest hits of bad sex, he had to top himself by speaking.
See? Ugh, men.
I felt it was my duty to pass these on.
There are two things I feel I must link to that I found on other blogs -- and they are totally unrelated.
First, the useful one.
I found this on Was it the Pagan Remark?. Here's a copy/paste of the really useful info:
I was sick recently, and I wish I knew about it then. Not to worry though. It seems we are passing the same cold between the three of us. Why can't we infect someone else??? (horrible thought, I know)
Okay, the other thing I just HAD to link to has to do with the title of this very blog. I found it on The Playground. I really should just send you to that blog entry, and make you guess which one I wanted to link -- but I can't wait that long to pass this wonderful little story on.
The title says it all (but still go and read it):
Man Tries To Fool Breathalyzer With Feces In Mouth
First, the useful one.
I found this on Was it the Pagan Remark?. Here's a copy/paste of the really useful info:
Apple cider vinegar One unique folk remedy for nose congestion is to do the following: put two inches of apple cider vinegar in a pan and heat until it begins to steam. Inhale the vapor. If the vapor is too strong, add a bit of water. The nasal passages should remain clear for 12-24 hours. Repeat as needed. By removing the congestion, the inflammation in the nose’s mucus membranes will decrease and make breathing easier. The cold germs will also be killed. Drink a teaspoon of vinegar with a glass of water at meals to facilitate healing.
http://www.health911.com/remedies/rem_nosec.htm
I was sick recently, and I wish I knew about it then. Not to worry though. It seems we are passing the same cold between the three of us. Why can't we infect someone else??? (horrible thought, I know)
Okay, the other thing I just HAD to link to has to do with the title of this very blog. I found it on The Playground. I really should just send you to that blog entry, and make you guess which one I wanted to link -- but I can't wait that long to pass this wonderful little story on.
The title says it all (but still go and read it):
Man Tries To Fool Breathalyzer With Feces In Mouth
Monday, April 04, 2005
The things people will do a search for...
I would love to know what someone was trying to find searching for 'migraine freemasonry'...
... or "kfc popcorn chicken animation'.
Hey dollface!! Someone found this site searching for 'reefer maddness'!!!
... or "kfc popcorn chicken animation'.
Hey dollface!! Someone found this site searching for 'reefer maddness'!!!
Atlanta weekend
My kid's dream is to be in the entertainment business. More specifically, she wants to be on TV. She has wanted this for a couple years. So, like the good parents we are try to be, we are doing whatever we can to help her achieve this.
This last weekend was a big part of that. She was able to meet a lot of agencies from around the world, and, in turn, they were able to see her. This is way better than spending all kinds of money, traveling all over the place, with the hopes someone will like her.
At the end of the event, on Sunday, we found out if any of the agencies were interested in her by any callbacks she received.
She received three!!! Yay!!!!
One agent just wanted to talk to her, and tell her he wanted to watch her over the next couple of years -- and then take her to New York and Paris!! She's too young to bring to NY right now.
The next agent we talked to works closely with the first one. She is based in Atlanta (very do-able). She will be contacting us within the next couple of weeks.
The third agency is also based in NY. He was interested in her doing TV commercials. Very huge opportunity. Unfortunately, we were unable to talk to him. He had an early flight. We were, however, able to talk to the agent that does the commercial print in the same agency. He took a picture of her, and had a very good idea of what the other agent was looking for. He will give the TV commercial agent her information when he returns to NY.
The Little Diva really showed her stuff this weekend. She would be nervous, but wouldn't show it. She always looked completely relaxed and natural. Well, when it counted... After she would finish some pressured part of the schedule, she would come to me and start freaking out. She would shake a little bit, feel nervous, anxious, etc... That adrenaline rush hitting, and all that rot. Which was perfect timing! Agents want people that can perform under pressure.
This last weekend was a big part of that. She was able to meet a lot of agencies from around the world, and, in turn, they were able to see her. This is way better than spending all kinds of money, traveling all over the place, with the hopes someone will like her.
At the end of the event, on Sunday, we found out if any of the agencies were interested in her by any callbacks she received.
She received three!!! Yay!!!!
One agent just wanted to talk to her, and tell her he wanted to watch her over the next couple of years -- and then take her to New York and Paris!! She's too young to bring to NY right now.
The next agent we talked to works closely with the first one. She is based in Atlanta (very do-able). She will be contacting us within the next couple of weeks.
The third agency is also based in NY. He was interested in her doing TV commercials. Very huge opportunity. Unfortunately, we were unable to talk to him. He had an early flight. We were, however, able to talk to the agent that does the commercial print in the same agency. He took a picture of her, and had a very good idea of what the other agent was looking for. He will give the TV commercial agent her information when he returns to NY.
The Little Diva really showed her stuff this weekend. She would be nervous, but wouldn't show it. She always looked completely relaxed and natural. Well, when it counted... After she would finish some pressured part of the schedule, she would come to me and start freaking out. She would shake a little bit, feel nervous, anxious, etc... That adrenaline rush hitting, and all that rot. Which was perfect timing! Agents want people that can perform under pressure.
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