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| Bear ransacks kitchen, steals chocolate |
| 09.30.04 (1:59 pm) [edit] |
I can so relate. I was just surprised the bear wasn't female. http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/09/29/life.bear.reut/index.html" title="http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/09/29/life.bear.reut/index.html" target="_blank"http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/09... |
| 5 Wishes |
| 09.30.04 (11:14 am) [edit] |
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If you had 5 wishes, what would they be? The genie usually grants 3 but felt generous today. 1) Inner peace 2) A whole week of good nights of sleep 3) Endless supply of chocolate (may be related to #1) 4) A year off from work (with full pay!) so I could travel - guess where :) 5) 5 wishes for all my friends |
| Late Night Ramblings |
| 09.29.04 (11:20 am) [edit] |
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It's back! While flipping channels late at night and reflecting on the day, this is the kind of stuff that emerges: My daughter ran around the house tonight, completely naked, yelling Super Poopie Butt (like a super hero). She slid as she rounded a corner and fell down and I blurted out "Super Poopie Butt Wiped Out!" The problem with documentaries is that there's SO much talking. ;) Tapioooooooooooooca is apparently a code word for Ryan Stiles. Colin said Tapiooooca and Ryan completely lost it. Guess you had to be there. I love Whose Line! There was a show on PBS tonight where the New York Philharmonic performed Dvorak's Symphony No. 9 (From the New World). This is undoubtedly the most beautiful piece of music ever written. I first heard it in college and it's been my favorite ever since. That was a long time ago, btw. My high school reunion next year will be my TWENTY-FIFTH. Ye gads! I had no idea I'd live this long. Wish I'd taken better care of myself. It's fun to say the phrase "BLOW JOB" when it's unexpected and watch men's heads snap around. I've never seen The Godfather and I really want to. The music has inspired me. I love my new Celtic ring and earrings. I hope to find a matching necklace this weekend. This weekend I'm going to "Highland Fling" weekend at the Renaissance Festival. Men in kilts. Tasty! I've waited all year for this! I would love lasagna right now - darned Olive Garden commercials! We're eating at a Mediterranean place tomorrow - mmmmmm love that mutabel (baba ganush) I LOVE Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Love it. The guys in the USA version are AWEsome. Carson, ohmigod he's a riot. And Jai is so cute he needs his little face pinched. What is the point of the game "cricket" again? If I had any sense at all I'd go to bed right now. But I don't. Thse new photo commercials where they wave frames around and "freeze" images are really amazing - I can't stop watching them and yet I just realized that I had no idea which brand they were advertising. So they're visually interesting but perhaps need to make the product name a bit more conspicuous. I really dislike Donald Trump. His hair, his smirk, his stupid cobra-move, name it. Ugh. Why the hell is this mullet-haired bounty-hunter dude all over the tv?! The hairdresser on QE tonight is the most disturbing looking individual i think I've ever seen - next to Conan O'Brien doing his Donald Trump impersonation. I really really need to go to bed.. DAMN the Oscar Meyer bologna commercial just came on! That song will be in my head for hours! Current Mood: giggly |
| I'm Blue! |
| 09.28.04 (11:01 am) [edit] |
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| More Precious than Jewels |
| 09.27.04 (9:20 pm) [edit] |
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I was in my early teens, sobbing over a lost love. My Dad came into my room to comfort me. He said 2 things that were so special they made it through the tears and burrowed straight into my heart. He said he loved me so much that he'd move mountains for me if he could, and that I was more precious to him than jewels. His hope for me was that I'd meet someone who would see that, too, and treat me as the precious gem I am. From age 15-20 I was involved with a guy 4 years older. It was an abusive relationship and by the time it was over I believed I was as worthless as a clod of dirt. About 20 years and multiple relationships later and I'm still struggling to see myself as my father did that day. I wish it wasn't so hard. |
| School Picnic Day |
| 09.26.04 (1:52 pm) [edit] |
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We attended a picnic today given by my daughter's daycare facility - ages newborn thru Kindergarten. The weather was great and there were lots of yummy treats and games. Being a person who usually spectates, I had a few observations. 1) I was the oldest mom there - but I didn't notice until the event was over. That means I wasn't as self-conscious about it as before, so that's good. 2) There were TOO MANY F'ING BEES (hornets, wasps, yellow-jackets, whatever the hell they are - I HATE them). Both in-laws got stung. 3) 4 dozen toddlers and the potty-shelter 100 yds away : not a good mix 4) Some parents go WAY too nuts with caution and others don't pay attention at all to what their kids are doing. Mix them together and you have a real party! 5) Boys will find ways to make mud that most adults can't dream of. 6) Never trust your husband to relay important details like what time the picnic starts or if you're supposed to BYO drinks. 7) Katie has good taste. The little boy she was caught kissing is nice, very cute, and his parents seem sane enough. 8 ) I still can't hula hoop worth a damn 9 ) I'm still so introverted that I can last about 2 hrs then I want to go home. And the biggie: 10) My mother-in-law confides that if she needs to pee while she's on the road, she'll pull over and find a bush - and she's done it for years. This isn't a piece of information I necessarily needed and certainly a visual I did NOT need just after eating lunch. Sometimes I really don't know WHAT to say. |
| Don't Tell Mom... |
| 09.26.04 (8:06 am) [edit] |
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I cleaned my kitchen this morning and... shhhh... enjoyed it. I have Mom convinced that my years of being her "slave labor" have scarred me forever and I'll never clean again. I get an evil thrill of pleasure knowing that I'm doing / not doing something that bugs her. I'm nearly 42, will I ever outgrow that?! Anyhoo, we've had company in this weekend and when I came down this morning for breakfast, all the dinner dishes were still on the table, counters, stove, etc. When I was a kid I read fairy tales about elves coming in at night to do chores - where do I sign up? Anyhoo, I got it all taken care of in about 30 minutes and now it's all sparkly clean. And I like it. You don't suppose it's habit forming, do you? Ye gads. |
| One Minute Game! |
| 09.24.04 (7:24 pm) [edit] |
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ROFL! I know I'm talking about her a lot lately, but dammit I waited 20 years to have a child and I'm enjoying every minute of it. We're getting ready to go upstairs for bed and she says "Can we play the one minute game?" Suspicious, I asked "what's the one minute game?" "You know, where you say lets go upstairs and I say One More Minute"? Damn she cracks me up. I let her play it twice. :) |
| My new favorite picture |
| 09.23.04 (10:01 pm) [edit] |
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| I'm Alice! - Which Dilbert Char are you? |
| 09.23.04 (10:23 am) [edit] |
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I saw this on Lynne's blog and had to try it myself! |
| My daughter is insane |
| 09.22.04 (5:07 am) [edit] |
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*** Note: New Katie Slideshow, look to the Right! *** |
| Fun with Helpdesks |
| 09.21.04 (2:43 pm) [edit] |
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Once upon a time, I was having trouble getting some software to print to a printer. Since I was the System Guru for 200+ users, it seemed a little important to get the frickin printers to work. So, after numerous calls to the support desk, all futile, this is what happened... We no longer do business with this vendor, by the way. |
| Poetry Hour |
| 09.21.04 (6:59 am) [edit] |
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Since I'm seeing some lovely poetry on various blogs (like Jenn!) I thought I'd chime in. I'm dusting off an oldie but I think it's a goodie. Ready? It's quite deep. Deep breath... center.... ok, go. I love you when you're happy |
| Talk like a Pirate Day! |
| 09.20.04 (8:46 am) [edit] |
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I missed it last week, as touted by The Bob and Tom Show. Rather than miss it altogether, I declare it Talk Like A Pirate Day, Part Deux. ARRRrrgh!
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| Cleaning House |
| 09.20.04 (8:36 am) [edit] |
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I feel the need to clean out some old cobwebs. I have a bundle of letters that I've kept for years that went into the trashcan today - burning them seemed a bit overdramatic :)
It's a little sad, but also feels SO freeing. I highly recommend this kind of housecleaning. |
| Code Green |
| 09.19.04 (6:10 am) [edit] |
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Alright, you may stand down. Growly Sheryl has gone back to the cave. Thank you all SO MUCH for the hugs yesterday :) |
| Warning! |
| 09.18.04 (8:33 am) [edit] |
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Woke up pissy and teary today. And if you say it's PMS I'll kick your ass. A crew of us from work went out to celebrate St. Patrick's day a few years ago. One gal got particularly inebriated and somebody said something that pissed her off and she stood up, jabbed her finger at the guys and said "Fuck you, and you, and you." That's kinda how I feel right now. I need a dose of goodness. Sunshine. Genuine friendship. I'm taking the girlie up to my friend Judy's house, just to chill and play with the little doggy. |
| Ivan Sends His Regards |
| 09.17.04 (7:20 am) [edit] |
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The rains from Ivan started in Ohio this morning. My reaction : fiddle, today's gonna suck and there goes the company picnic this afternoon. Katie's reaction : I'll get my rainbrella and my rain boots, lets go play! |
| The Tweazle Club |
| 09.16.04 (9:14 am) [edit] |
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Since I brought it up yesterday, I've had some happy flash-backs to the Tweazle Club. Lea Ann and I were about age 13 in Art Class and we were learning how to do macrame. Mrs. Patterson said we could use any type of twine like jute but not tweazle, because tweazle is hairy. Mrs. Patterson - who I loved dearly - had birds-nest like hair, huge wooden bead jewelry, and a tiny voice. When she said "tweazle is hairy" I could NOT stop laughing. They often wondered if I was high, but I just had a easily tickled funny bone (still do). Certain sounds or combinations of words just strike my fancy and that was one. The rest of the day I'd lean over to Lea Ann and say "Tweazle is Hairy!" and we'd burst into laughter. Finally a girl turned around and asked "WHO is this Harry Tweazle you keep talking about?" And thus, Harry Tweazle was born. We formed a club. Lea Ann was Harpo, Beth was Gumby, and there were half a dozen others. We went to movies together and had theme nights - one night we'd take our giant stuffed animals with us, another we'd do cartwheels down the middle of the busiest street downtown (of course it was in WV so that's not saying much), or whatever. Just silly girl-stuff and they were some of the best times. I got a phone call once asking for Harry. I said "Yes?" "No, Harry. Harry {last name}." "Yes, that's me?" "Nuh huh, Harry is a boy." "I most CERTAINLY am not!" then he said I sounded cute and maybe he'd call again later. LOL - I had a lot of fun with that nickname, especially when people thought it was spelled "hairy" ;) If you want to be a Tweazle, too, what would your Tweazle name be? |
| Waiting for the Fallout |
| 09.16.04 (6:08 am) [edit] |
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I am one of the most conflict-avoiding people you'll ever meet. So this was an interesting situation to be in (warning... dullness ahead - ready the pillows) We're hiring the vendor of a software package to do some significant customization. They gave an estimate of 110 days/$155,000. My bosses said "we don't have that kind of money, please see where we can cut it - like, in half." To do the evaluation, I had to learn enough about the inner workings of their software to tell if their estimates are high or not. Since my experience with the software has been a 2 day class (remember me moaning about how bored I was?) that covered everything EXCEPT what I need to know... my sole source of info is the help file. Have you ever really read a help file? It's FRIGGING DULL. I'd rather (and did) clean out my inbox, surf the web, tblurt, rearrange the pictures on my wall, and clean off desktops than read this document. "The SDCs are comprised of SDIs. SDIs can be linked to other SDC SDI's via SDCLink, which is stored in the SDCLink SDC". 200 pages of this makes my eyes glaze over. I finally finished it late yesterday and sent my analysis (which tblurt calls death starysis because it's anal about the word anal) to the bosses. I don't think they're going to like it. In my 12 year-experience-in-the-bi z opinion, the original estimate is a bargain. The last version of this kind of software cost $250,000 11 years ago. But, these guys are new and don't realize that. I get to defend my analysis to people who don't have enough money yet they're the ones who committed to having it all done by next summer. How fun. Oh, and yesterday, one of the bosses (the more Dilberty one) tossed a brand new lab into the mix. "It shouldn't cause you any problems" -- cough, cough... (asshole). So our choices to cut the costs are: (1) tell the customers they can't have ALL the customization they want and have them prioritize (2) take on more of the work ourselves, which pushes the rollout date out 6 months to ramp us up the learning curve or (3) punt and not do it (which has hidden maintenance costs out the wazoo). One is most likely. I sent the email at 6:00 p.m. and ran. The rest of the week should be interesting. More interesting than this blog, anyway. Sorry! |
| My Prayers are with you, Harpo Tweazle |
| 09.15.04 (11:50 am) [edit] |
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My very bestest pal from age 12 through college is Lea Ann. We did all kinds of whacky but legal things. She's a bit eccentric, but then I like that in a person! She told corporate America "thanks but no thanks" and moved to the Virgin Islands about 11 years ago to weave. Yep, weave. Took her loom and spinning wheel and that was about it! I keep an eye on the weather reports and keep my fingers crossed for her from September through November. Well.. now I'm worried. I read that St. Thomas got clobbered pretty badly by Ivan and now Jeanne is on top of them. Hang tight, oh founder of Frog Day and my conspirator in the Rules for Eating M&Ms. We'll rejoin to play tombstone frisbee again someday soon! :D update !!! I finally heard from Annie, she's fine but a bit soggy. Yay!! |
| Scenes from America |
| 09.14.04 (8:48 pm) [edit] |
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I thought I'd share a few of my favorite pictures I've taken on travels over the past 6 years. Note: where there are professional photos, I got permission to use them. Enjoy! View my slideshow! |
| Scottish Cows Prevent Dutch Hanky-Panky |
| 09.13.04 (12:09 pm) [edit] |
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This is my NEW favorite news story. Those whacky Dutch! AMSTERDAM, The Netherlands (Reuters) -- What's a big cud-chewing Scottish cow have to do with preserving public decency? According to the mayor of a small Dutch town, allowing Highland heifers to graze in a nearby nature reserve will help deter couples who have scandalized the upright citizens of Spaarnwoude with their open-air sex antics. Now.. MY question is - why Scottish cows? What about them provides the deterrent, is it the bagpipes? |
| Eggy Poop! |
| 09.10.04 (7:15 am) [edit] |
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This is the cutest thing ever, if I say so myself! www.geocities.com/eraserhead667/EggyPoo p.mp3 This is my daughter's song. She sang, then Daddy added bass. I'm so proud! "Eggy Poop, Eggy Poop, Eggy Eggy Poop oop Doop". Hey, we don't know why she did it, we just like it. |
| In Stillness |
| 09.09.04 (9:33 pm) [edit] |
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I read something interesting today. The power went off at work and there was little I could do since nearly everything is online. I picked up a book "Words of Power ... Voices from Indian America". One of the quotes was about being still: "...(children) were taught to look when there was apparently nothing to see, and to listen intently when all seemingly was quiet..." -- Luther Standing Bear, 1933 - Lakota tribe. I find the hardest thing for me to do anymore is be still - just be. My mind whirls. To do lists flail around. Hurts that I've pushed down start to surface. Rather than face them and deal with them, I push them back under. Typically with something chocolate (hence the huge weight gain over the past 12 years). I sat in the dark this afternoon pondering this - just briefly, don't want too much to get through the safe wall of static I've put in place. With tv, video games, running from school to activities to homework to bath and bed - how often do our children get to sit and be? What role model do I set? When will I feel ready to slow the pace down and deal with some of the shadow self? As much as I want to avoid the pain it will take to work through things, I'm also growing weary of walling everything off and feeling nothing. It would feel so good to feel good again - but I don't think I can, unless I let the darker feelings come through, too. Tough call. |
| Sailing and My Plate Tectonics Theory |
| 09.08.04 (9:36 pm) [edit] |
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One of these days I'm going to get struck by lightning - but until then it's fun to wonder about things and cook up out-of-the box scenarios. I mentioned before that my dad is a minister, right? He's very cool and a lot of fun. Well... years ago when we'd want to vacation, we'd go camping at the beach for a few weeks. It was all we could afford at the time but I have a lot of good memories of it, so I'm not complaining. I now "camp" at Hotels with warm showers and dry beds, though! A favorite activity was to sail. We had an old double-pontoon boat (catamaran). It was an Aqua Cat, which a friend called "the family sedan catamaran". Hobie Cats are sleek and fast. Aqua Cats are not. One day, Dad and I are sailing in the Bogue Sound (waterway between the North Carolina coastal islands and the mainland) when we started theorizing on evolution, plate tectonics and the like. This was the conclusion: God created the Earth and it was good. Then Mrs. God wanted to learn to drive. She tried out Australia but she got lost. He gave her the keys to India and BAM she drove it right into Asia. She kept crunching the plates into each other so he won't let her drive any more - but they're still drifting from the force of the wrecks earlier. Dad seems to enjoy these conversations :) Not many people seem to appreciate our weird sense of humor. Sense of Humors. Senses of humors... oh .. PANTS. You know what I mean. |
| True Confessions... |
| 09.08.04 (11:32 am) [edit] |
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I was visiting rinna's blog and thinking about my earliest memory (do go over and comment!) when I realized that my earliest memory is something naughty I did that I never told my parents - not even 35 years later! I'll copy mine over from rinna's ... I was 3 or 4, living in Virginia. I wasn't allowed to cross the street. I had pulled my wagon up this HUGE steep hill (I'd love to see it now and see how small it probably really is!) and rode it down, but I couldn't stop and flew across the street. My dog chased me across and blocked traffic so I could get back across. He was a collie like Lassie and I was SO impressed. Mom and Dad still don't know! |
| Wanna see what WV Looks Like? |
| 09.07.04 (1:50 pm) [edit] |
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This is terribly juvenile - I learned it on a bar hop in college. |
| Boob Day! |
| 09.07.04 (9:33 am) [edit] |
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Today was "Boob Day" :wink: or less affectionately, the day for my annual mammogram. I'm in my early 40's and have breast cancer on both sides of the family so the checkups are a must. She asks the preliminary questions plus a few new ones: when did my grandmother develop cancer? she was about 50. My great-grandmother? about 50. My aunt? about 50. Yikes... I guess I have 7 more years? :shock: She puts my breast in between the plates, squishes that sucker flat and zaps it. :o Each side gets 2 pictures made because they found a growth a year ago and we're making sure it stays put. I'm standing there trying to act "fine" while she's doing her job and suddenly the stupidest song pops into my head... "Don't Look Now, Mama's Got her Boobs Out showin everybody in town.. our faces gettin red we were wishing we were dead there were people standin all around. When mama gets to drinkin, there aint much thinkin, there's nothin anybody can do... you better hope and pray there never comes a day when mama's out drinkin with you." (Rodney Carrington) I'm supposed to be serious but I could NOT help grinning about this stupid song. Why is it that at the most grave times, dumb songs kick in my brain and make me laugh? People already think I'm nuts, do I have to prove them right EVERY time? :roll: By the way, my exam came out fine. Yay! :D This blog brought to you by Emoticons, because I can. :lol: |
| American Geography |
| 09.07.04 (6:01 am) [edit] |
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I went to the post office last week to send a long-overdue parcel to my pal in Wales. I had it nicely addressed and waited in line for ages patiently. Finally it was my turn at the counter, alright! I handed her the package and expected to hear a dollar amount. Instead she asked, "What country is Wales in?" I blinked. I could swear Wales was a country?! Maybe not? Am I a "typical" American who doesn't know squat about her own country, much less another? No, I'm sure it's a country... but it's also part of Great Britain, right? So I answered her question "Great Britain". She shook her head no. Now I knew it was she that was crazy, not me. I wasn't sure what she wanted. Did she think Europe was a country? If I said England would she get the joke? So I tried again... "United Kingdom?" She nodded "yes" and wrote UK at the bottom of the package. I felt great relief, I didn't realize this was going to be such a stressful ordeal. Andrew, I hope the CDs make it soon and that they make it to the right country. I also hope the other postal clerks know a bit more about the world they work in than this lady did, but I'm not hopeful. ':roll:' |
| 40 things |
| 09.06.04 (7:40 am) [edit] |
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From uniquelaughter who got it from rinna who... ? 1. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS? share house w/hubby 2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING? Trying to read Holy Blood, Holy Grail and the manual for the software I'm working on. Neither is going well. 3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? don't have a mouse, so no mousepad 4. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE BOARD GAME? Trivial Pursuit or Clue 5. FAVOURITE MAGAZINE ? Ancestry 6. BABIES? do hubby's count? har har.. (one,she's 3) 7. FAVOURITE SOUNDS? Katie's laugh 8. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD? depression 9. FIRST THING YOU THINK OF IN THE MORNING? I gotta pee 10. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE? i don't worry about it - that's what voice mail is for 11. SUMMER OR WINTER? Fall 12. FUTURE CHILDREN'S NAME: Rose or Michael - but there won't be any more :( 13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE? Love, laughter, happiness (ditto, uniq!) + chocolate 14. FAVOURITE FOODS? lasagna, beef lula (a new fave) 15. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? chocolate. dark chocolate. yummy yummy chocolate 16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST? heck yeah. 17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? no 18. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY? cool unless it's Hurricane or Tornado. No thank you. 19. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? Honda CRX 2 seater 20. COKE OR PEPSI? coke (diet) ... or Pepsi One (not diet) 21. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? wine (zin) 22. WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN? Sagittarius 23. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? yes 24. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED WHAT WOULD IT BE? 25. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOUR WHAT WOULD IT BE? red 26. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? yes! 27. IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL? Half full 28. FAVOURITE MOVIE? Raiders of the Lost Ark 29. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? mostly 30. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? storage box of books 31. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE NUMBER? 8 32. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SPORT TO WATCH? NASCAR racing 33. SAY AT LEAST ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO U STOLE THIS FROM? I prefer the word "borrowed" :) She's fun! .. cropping 34/35 since it's not an email 36. BEACH, MOUNTAINS OR CITY? mountains 37. TECHNOLOGY OR ART ? yes! 38. FAVE COLOUR? purple 39. COMEDY OR HORROR? comedy 40. FAVOURITE TIME OF DAY? nap |
| Mrs. Brown |
| 09.05.04 (12:01 pm) [edit] |
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OH MY GOSH why didn't anyone tell me that over half of this movie is full of Scottish accents?!?!! I would've bought it years ago! Billy Connelly is brilliant. Judi Dench is wonderful! Rent it! Get it from the library! I must watch it again and again. And if you slow mo during the Billy Connelly/Gerard Butler nude-running-to-the-water scenes you can see all sorts of interesting things bouncing around. Woo !
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| More Kevin Gilbert - Tea For One |
| 09.04.04 (6:41 pm) [edit] |
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From www.kevingilbert.com the Kevin Gilbert website Duncan was always cautious Never the one to take a stand Convinced to the bone That he's happier alone And to justify the part Keeps a closely guarded heart Standing amidst the subway He spies the lady of his dreams And catches her stare Long enough to make him care "Oh my Lord, if Beauty has a name Then hers must be the same . . . " Chorus: Lights upon empty rooms Home too soon Somewhere inside he burns It looks like tea for one again He sees her every day now And each day he walks her to her door But ever polite He still sleeps alone at night He keeps desire at bay Afraid to change his way (chorus) Grey Monday evening finds him Making their usual stops alone Where can she be? He just had to go and see And there's roses in his hand For his new romantic plans Caught in the pouring rain He crouches beneath her awning And there through the screen Spies his lady of esteem Not alone And there's rapture on her face Within a man's embrace. Lights upon empty rooms Home too soon Somewhere inside he burns It looks like tea for one again |
| Goodness Gracious |
| 09.02.04 (3:32 pm) [edit] |
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Most of the world, unfortunately, has never heard of Kevin Gilbert. We must change that. He was a fabulous musician. His songs spoke of the state of the world, of loneliness and love, of beauty and pain. Please go to http://www.kevingilbert.com/boots.html" title="http://www.kevingilbert.com/boots.html" target="_blank"http://www.kevingilbert.com/b... and listen to some of his amazing songs. Here are some of the lyrics to one of my favorites, from his album, Thud, released in 1995. Goodness Gracious is there nothing left to say? Goodness Gracious my grandma used to say |
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