What I Should Be For Halloween

31 10 2005
Your Haloween Costume Should Be

A Pimp


31 10 2005

NOW I know why I have the rogue red hair! Why I love math! And I love to do yoga!

In a Past Life…

You Were: A Redhead Mathematician.

Where You Lived: Tibet.

How You Died: Killed in Battle.

And I have always said that I wanted to go to Valhalla after I die. (Where you die in battle everyday, then feast at the great hall and have your sex slaves all night).

It all makes sense to me now.

(Happy Halloween!)

Definitions of Love

27 10 2005

I read this post on Jerk today and it made me feel….sad…..bad….and lucky all at the same time.

Go read it. Then I will explain more.

tra-la-la…..waiting for you to read. tra-la-la…..filing my fingernails. tra-la-la….fixing a snack. I KNOW it’s a long post, but this is ridiculous.

Okay, you’re back.

So, I feel sad because I kind of know that feeling of loneliness. It sucks. And no matter what you think you want, it ends up being wrong and then you get all frustrated because you don’t know if you can trust your feelings or intuition to lead you in the right direction.

Then, I feel bad because I said that I loved him because he said nice things in my fat post. Even though I wasn’t looking for nice things. Then, I actually even posted his link in my sidebar under “Bloggers I Love”. I don’t know if I was one of “those people” that he was referring to or not, but I am assuming so.

Now, I do not Loooove Jerk – you know, in the biblical sense or anything. But I love (note the lower case “l”) him because he said just the right thing at just the right time.

Last, I felt lucky because I am now over that whole lonely thing and I feel that I know myself better than I ever have. I am happy with my life. I don’t have many of those abysmal nights anymore. That is good.

So Jerk, I am changing my sidebar, just for you. And, so there is to be no more confusion-

I love you anyway.

So there.

What We Did This Weekend Version 2.0

26 10 2005
“What We Did This Weekend” was starting to become a regular thing. I am being perfectly honest when I say that losing the ability to post weekend adventure pictures is one of the main reasons I am so upset about the camera. (Oh yeah, also the whole family heirloom and memories thing…)
I decided that I can’t let one sticky fingered bastard ruin my blogging life. So, I present to you….
“What We Did This Weekend Version 2.0” in pen and ink. (Sort of)
Henrietta, the mother-out law came. The girls were very excited to see her. She did not say anything about my inability to dust.

She cooked and cooked and cooked. I think she thought that we were starving for good food. I love to cook, but I don’t think she trusts me with food preparation. (By the way, clockwise from upper left… fried chicken, one lasagna -others are residing peacefully in my freezer, broccoli and corn muffins.) But, it was good, so I’m not complaining.

This picture is taken from the passenger side of the vehicle. That is why it only shows Sophie and Henrietta. Notice the steering wheel size. That is what you call “perspective” in the art world.

We went numerous places in The Minty Squirrel (a.k.a. 1992 Ford Festiva). There is a reason they named it a Festiva. Because it is like driving a little festival around with you. Good times.

Rest in Peace

25 10 2005

I hope someday to have half the courage as Rosa Parks.

A Depiction of the Evil Deed

25 10 2005

Since I don’t have PHOTOGRAPHIC evidence, I think this is what happened…..

You just may want to see this larger. Click on it!

A Bad, Bad Thing

25 10 2005

I have been enjoying posting my pictures from our crazy, crazy weekend jaunts. But guess what?

I lost my camera, I think.

Here is what happened (in chronological order)…

  1. Took the mother-out-law to dinner.
  2. Took some pictures over Chinese food.
  3. Put camera down by the sugar caddy.
  4. Dropped my keys between the immovable booth and the wall.
  5. Asked waitress for coat hanger with which to fish out keys.
  6. Was personally unsuccessful in fishing out of the keys.
  7. Got up so the MOL could give it a try.
  8. She did it.
  9. I walked up to pay the bill.
  10. We left.

I am almost positive I didn’t put my camera back in my purse. I went back to the restaurant a day later and it wasn’t there. I think some horrible person took it. I hate them.

It actually made me cry and I had bad dreams about it.