Paws for Thought

Twilight - Oh Brother

2009-08-07T01:10:47Z

I'm not a fan of the movie - but this trailer made me laugh. It's probably theatrically on par with the real one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dompotjTeIA&feature=player_embedded

Short & Sweet

2009-07-14T18:26:33Z

The shortest sentence is "I am".

The longest is "I do".

Differences

2009-07-01T03:35:08Z

Recently I got a Facebook account. Not because I really wanted it, but more to find out what social media was all about and more importantly, to keep an eye on my 2 kids who have FB accounts. No I don't have Twitter, or MySpace, or post pics to Flicker etc I would need way more do-nothing time than I have now (or more accurately, don't have).

Turns out most of the people on my friends list are my co-workers. For the most part, they are a nice bunch of people - though those with FB are some 20 years younger than I am. I can't say I'm comfortable sharing certain things with them. Even my boss wondered why I didn't 'friend' him. ?? Gaawdd. That would just be too weird.

I can't really declare certain things to that group. For instance if I wanted to vent because my in-laws are arriving Friday, staying with us for 2.5 weeks and never bothered asking us if this was a good time or not - that would be giving them a glimpse into the real me (and I'd rather not have to give everyone an explanation as to why years later the out-laws still rub me wrong). With LJ, I can say what I want, but still be 'hidden' so to speak.

LJ serves it's purpose. I vent, no one really hears me, and I'm still safe. FB carries on tiny little conversations keeping me connected to my immediate surroundings. I just really don't have the time for either.

Sucks

2009-06-26T02:55:53Z

Though I'm not a fan of either, the passing of both Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson today is rather sad. Both are part of my childhood (so to speak).

Something about that just isn't right, like death is too close in my back yard. Yes I know, it's the fact I'm aging and they are symbols of my youth gone by.

Maybe it's something in the way when my 13 year son heard about MJ, he said he was glad he was dead. I was taken aback and asked him why he'd think that, the passing of a life is never good, no matter what the circumstances. When he replied MJ is a child molester, he hurts children, I realize his generation will only know him for those news stories and not as an icon artist my generation remembers him as.

Maybe it's because the MJ story seems to be bigger news item than the Farrah story - how can that be? Weren't all the girls crazy about her hair? Spending countless hours trying to replicate her style (my hair would never cooperate). Didn't all the boys have her poster? Didn't they all want her?

Sigh - It's just not right, it irks me that she's being over-shadowed by him.

Anyone Have Experience With Camp Beaumont ?

2009-06-11T02:51:53Z

Can any one tell me if you've sent your kids here? Worked here? Heard anything (good or bad) about this place?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvF0Q9yZwLk

and

http://www.kingswood.co.uk/

most likely in Isle of Wight

Thanks.
Mary

This may be the best Living Will I've Seen

2009-05-27T18:21:14Z

Living Will

I,__________ ________, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means.

Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead politicians who couldn't pass ninth grade biology if their lives depended on it, or lawyers/doctors interested in simply running up the bills.

If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following:

Glass of wine
Chocolate
Margarita
Sex
Martini
Cold Beer
Chocolate
Chicken fried steak
Cream gravy
Sex
Mexican food
Chocolate
French fries
Chocolate
Pizza
Sex
Ice cream
Cup of tea
Chocolate
Sex
Chocolate

It should be presumed that I won't ever get better. When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes, let the 'fat lady sing,' and call it a day

Happy Mother's Day

2009-05-08T18:14:27Z

I was sent this at work today.

Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby..
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put her/him down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body..
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child..
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom .

A Two Edged Treat from Dairy Queen

2007-06-03T02:11:02Z

I just found this one today and thought it was a hoot. Rather racy and cute! All commercials should be as good as getting the point across and being entertaining at the same time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0CSHlGuWWQ&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Emyspace%2Ecom%2Fwafflesandsoftserve

Won't You Help?

2007-03-27T00:55:01Z

I often get emails that ask you to forward it on to all your friends. If you do so, you see a cartoon at the end, you get good luck on the 4th day, you get bad luck if you don't etc. I just usually chuck them. Sometimes, I'll search the net and see if it's on Urban Legends. Most times it is, and it's a hoax.

But not today. Today I received an email about an Ottawa area boy with leukemia, who wishes to break the Guinness World record for most birthday cards received. Shane Bernier is turning 8 years young on May 30th, 2007. Even the local Ottawa radio station is advertising on their website (inserted below).

Birthday Cards for Shane

Have you ever wished that something you did could make a major difference in someone's life? Well here's your chance! KISS FM wants you to know about Shane, a soon to be 8 year old - battling Leukemia at CHEO. You can join Shane's battle with a simple Birthday Card. It may seem like an overly-simplistic gesture, but to Shane, it would mean the world.

Simply mail (or drop off) a birthday card to:

SHANE
C/O KISS FM
2001 Thurston Dr.
Ottawa ON, K1G6C9

To meet Shane and hear his story, CLICK HERE

Urban Legends and Folklore had this to say about it:

Circulating since: January 2007 Status: Authentic

Email example :

HELP TO MAKE HIS DREAMS COME TRUE

Seven year old Shane Bernier of Lancaster, Ontario is a patient receiving treatment for Leukemia at the Children's Hospital of Eastern Ontario.

On May 30th, Shane will be turning 8 years old.

HE HAS A DREAM.... to receive the largest amount of birthday cards so that he can be entered into the Guinness Book of Records.

Let's help make his dream come true.

SEND SHANE A BIRTHDAY CARD TO:

SHANE BERNIER
P.O. BOX 484
LANCASTER, ONTARIO
K0C 1N0

Comments: True. Seven-year-old Shane Bernier of Lancaster, Ontario was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia three years ago and is currently undergoing chemotherapy at Children's Hospital of Eastern Ontario. If the treatment succeeds, doctors say he has an 80 percent chance of permanent remission.

Last year, with the help of his family, Shane launched his bid to be the Guinness World Record holder for the most birthday cards received by an individual. He will turn 8 years old on May 30, 2007. At last report he had accumulated over 10,000 cards and was receiving new ones at the rate of a thousand a day.

Craig Shergold, a cautionary tale

The only obstacle in Shane Bernier's way, ironically, is the fact that the previous record holder for greeting cards, Craig Shergold, had such a successful run that Guinness retired the category. Shergold, an urban legend in his own right because chain letters soliciting get well cards are still circulating in his name a decade-and-a-half after he won the record, began his own quest in 1989 after he was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. Surgery cured his disease in 1991, at which point he had already received 33 million cards and the permanent world record, but that wasn't the end of the story. Now in his late twenties, Shergold is still receiving get well cards, the latest total topping 350 million. It is a cautionary tale Shane Bernier might do well to heed.

A February 3, 2007 article in the Ottawa Citizen reported that the Guinness folks are "considering" adding a new category -- birthday cards -- so Shane Bernier will have a real shot at a World Record.

My card is in the mail already, won't you send one as well? Thanks.

Feel free to copy to your blog.

TOP 13 Buzz Words from 2006

2007-01-19T13:58:35Z

The best:

1. blamestorming: A group process where participants analyze a failed project and look for scapegoats other than themselves.
2. Death by Tweakage:
When a product or project fails due to unnecessary tinkering or too many last-minute revisions.
3. BMWs:
Bitchers, Moaners and Whiners.
4. clockroaches:
Employees who spend most of their day watching the clock - instead of doing their jobs
5. plutoed:
To be unceremoniously dumped or relegated to a lower position without an adequate reason or explanation.
6. prairie dogging:
A modern office phenomenon. Occurs when workers simultaneously pop their heads up out of their cubicles to see what's going on.
7. carbon-based error:
Error caused by a human, not a computer (which we assume would be a silicon-based error).
8. menoporsche:
Male menopause. Symptoms include a sudden lack of energy, crankiness and the overpowering urge to buy a Porsche.
9. adminisphere:
The upper levels of management where big, impractical, and counterproductive decisions are made.
10. deja poo:
The feeling that you've stepped in this bull before.
11. bobbleheading:
The mass nod of agreement by participants in a meeting to comments made by the boss even though most have no idea what he/she just said.
12. ringtone rage:
The violent response by cube mates after hearing your annoying cell phone ringtone for the 15th time.
13. muffin top:
The unsightly roll of flesh that spills over the waist of a pair of too-tight low-hanging pants, much like a muffin bursting out of the pan.

And the worst:

1. leveraging our assets: The ultimate DUH in business. Every company attempts to leverage its assets. It only makes sense that companies put their resources, whether it's money, location or talent, to best use in order to make a profit?2. mission-critical:
Another sign that too many people in today's business world have read too many Tom Clancy books. What's wrong with the word "essential"?3. conversate:
To have a conversation. Created by those who (for some bizarre reason) don't think "converse" or "talk" are adequate.
4. information touchpoint:
Any contact in which information is shared or transferred. Yes, meetings are information touchpoints. 5. synopsize:
To condense the details of a boring, two-hour meeting into a briefer - yet still as boring - version.
6. electronify:
The process of turning paper-based data into electronic or digital form.
7. price-optimized:
Something sold as cheap as possible, particularly a stripped-down version of a previously successful, but expensive product. However, the price-optimized version is likely to have more flash and less substance.
8. targeted completion date:
A comforting term that gives the impression a project will be finished by a certain date (but everyone involved knows there's no chance in hell of it happening). 9. surgerize:
To have surgery. "Her face had been surgerized." 10. relanguage:
Term used by $300-an-hour consultants when $1 words, such as reword, rephrase or rewrite, would work just as well. "I think we can relanguage that to be more effective."11. computerate:
Computer literate. To understand how a computer works. "Are you computerate? Or do you need me to do it for you?" 12. critical path:
A list of tasks necessary to complete a project. In project management, it's the ultimate alibi. If there's even one delay in the "critical path," the project will not be completed on time.
13. Professional Learning Community:
A school faculty.

Just Unloading

2007-01-17T18:22:39Z

I work in an open office environment. Open pods, even worse, a quad pod - 4 people cohabiting, backs facing each other. It wasn't always like this, about two years ago, under the guise of needing more space, they moved us into a building minutes away from where we were originally housed.

Kind of hard to warm up to the concept. Whereas previously you might hear 3-4 people nearby, now the whole floor is open concept. Managers too lost their walls. Only 2 people have offices, the VP Sales and the HR group. The rest of us have single pods or lovely quads. (please do read sarcasm between the lines).

This summer, a newbie started working directly across me, a partition wall dividing us but nothing else. Boy was/is she loud. She was spoken to, and somewhat lowered her voice. With time though, I've grown to hate the sound of her voice. Her mere giggle is chalk on a board tormenting me. I've been trying to ignore it, but she's on the phone 50% of her time, hard to ignore.

I finally broke down, and bought an iPod for my quad. Every time she starts up, on goes the music. Normally this works, except when I need to write/ proof my reports. Then the music words interfere with the writing. If I turn off the music, then she interferes with my reading. Then I walk up to an empty conference room (few and far between and hard to find) and use it. What a way to make a living!

In Honour of the Santa Claus Parade this Weekend...

2006-11-17T17:43:51Z

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last Thursday I pulled anam_moon's hair (-5 points). Last Sunday savageknight and I robbed a bank (-50 points). In March I pushed chrisisiddall in the mud (-17 points). In May I stole jaxita's purse (-30 points). Last Friday I punched budgie_uk in the arm (-10 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-112 points). For Christmas I deserve a lump of coal!

Sincerely,
purringkittycat

The Dove Campaign for Real Beauty

2006-10-20T13:24:25Z

WOW

'No wonder our perception of a beautiful woman is distorted'!!

http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.ca/film_fullscreen_evo.html

Creepy Buzzing Things

2006-10-14T19:58:13Z

I used to be afraid of wasps, bees and all related stinging creatures. As a child, I would shriek and run away (ok, maybe as an adult too). Odd thing is, I was never stung, just had an irrational fear of them.

Then I had children, and not wanting them to pick up my fears, I had to re-adjust. Yes they know I'm afraid of those things, but I no longer run, I merely keep an eye on it, unless it's coming too close and then I swat at it and/or move away.

Two years ago, we moved into our current home and had a most unwelcoming gift. Wasps had invaded our chimney, making their way inside. Some dozen or so at a time, until we figured out what had happened and sealed up the chimney.

Meanwhile, how to deal with it? Hubby was on shift work, so when I came home with the the kids after school, it was just us and them. There they were hanging out, buzzing around the ceiling. Let me tell you, not my cup of tea. My first reaction, was to run outside (yes with the children). Then I thought, 'This is stupid' (at least I didn't yelp), 'I'm not going to spend the whole night out here'. So I went in and tried capturing them with a cup against the window pane. Didn't really work that well (when you only have one, it's okay). So I got some newspaper, rolled it up, and went swinging. Do this a few nights in a row, and the irrational fear part melts away.

Flash forward to this afternoon, I'm folding the laundry in the mudroom. My daughter is staring intently at the window pane in the door. "Mom, don't look now but there's a wasp". Okay, no problem, I can take care of it (why is it that the husband is never around for this?). I used the cup against the window method with some paper behind it, caught it, opened the door, and placed the cup on the floor outside. Then I pelted a shoe at it, to knock the cup free, and came in. I figured I'd go back outside later when the little bugger had left the area and wasn't hanging around looking for someone to bite.

Came in, started reading LJ, in walks hubby, cup and shoe in hand. "What's this for?" and so my daughter enlightens him. He laughs at my methods (hey it works !!) and looks in the cup as he's about to put it in the sink. Wouldn't you know it? The stupid wasp is still in the cup and he's brought it back in the house!

That was such a classic moment. Had I had the video camera on, it would have been recorded for posterity. As such, I'm writing it here instead, to laugh at again, the next time I re-read this.

P.S. Yes the wasp is back outside again!! No animals were harmed in the making of this journal entry.

purringkittycat @ 2006-10-10T19:01:00

2006-10-10T19:18:44Z

WOW!! I feel humbled reading this. Someone sent it to me at work, and I have to try to remember that I too CAN!!

Read the article first and get your tissues ready.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

[From Sports Illustrated, By Rick Reilly]

I try to be a good father.

Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay For their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.

But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.

Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in Marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a Wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and Pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.

Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back Mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. On a bike. Makes Taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?

And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life.
This love story began in Winchester , Mass. , 43 years ago, when Rick Was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him Brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.

"He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life;'' Dick says doctors told him And his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. ``Put him in an Institution.''

But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes Followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the Engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was Anything to help the boy communicate. ``No way,'' Dick says he was told. ``There's nothing going on in his brain.''

"Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a Lot was going on in his brain. Rigged up with a computer that allowed Him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his Head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? ``Go Bruins!'' And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the School organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, ``Dad, I want To do that.''

Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described ``porker'' who never ran More than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he Tried. ``Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dick says. ``I was sore For two weeks.''

That day changed Rick's life. ``Dad,'' he typed, ``when we were running, It felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!''

And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly Shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.

``No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a Single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few Years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then They found a way to get into the race Officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the Qualifying time for Boston the following year.

Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?''

How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he Was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick Tried.

Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii . It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud Getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you Think?

Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? ``No way,'' he says. Dick does it purely for ``the awesome feeling'' he gets seeing Rick with A cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.

This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best Time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world Record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to Be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the Time.

``No question about it,'' Rick types. ``My dad is the Father of the Century.''

And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a Mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries Was 95% clogged. ``If you hadn't been in such great shape,'' One doctor told him, ``you probably would've died 15 years ago.'' So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.

Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass. , always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.

That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy.

``The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, ``is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.''

And the video is below....

or if having problems with the video above you can click here.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4B-r8KJhlE

The Death of Cursive Writing?

2006-10-04T23:39:00Z

Last week I was at Curriculum Night, where teachers tell the parents what they'll be teaching our children throughout the year. I asked the Grade 6 teacher why the kids (mine is definitely not the only one) were still printing instead of using cursive writing for essays, homework, journal work etc.

Her response? Paraphrasing - If they hadn't learned it by then, it wasn't her job to do so. As long as it was legible, she would mark the papers.

This rather upset me at first, as it seems there is a lot of 'extra work' as a parent that I already do with my children, and this was but another item to work on.

Then I got to thinking, where do I use cursive writing? At work, I'm on a computer all day long. At school, most teachers want papers typed out. I don't keep a journal. Signing cheques and writing my grocery list or to-do list is about the only time I seem to put pen to paper. So what if these are printed?

Really, what is its use in modern times? Is it such a loss?

Honouring Private Mark Anthony Graham

2006-09-06T12:01:26Z

I wish I hadn't read it. For now my eyes are brimming over with tears for a man I never knew, but through mere pictures. He seemed like a solid man, a good man, so I read the article

Pte. Mark Anthony Graham, a member of 1st Battalion, Royal Canadian Regiment, based at CFB Petawawa, Ont., was killed when Canadian troops taking on Taliban insurgents near their stronghold on the banks of the Arghandab River in the Panjwaii area called in close air support and were wrongly targeted from above by a pair of U.S. A-10 Thunderbolts, commonly known as Warthogs.

At the 1992 Barcelona Games, Canada's 4x400 team of Graham, Mark Jackson, Anthony Wilson, and Freddie Williams finished fourth in their first heat and failed to advance to the next round.

In 1993, Graham told the Calgary Herald he started to run in Grade 8, but only began to take his hobby seriously after watching the 1988 Olympics in Seoul on television.

Graham met Calgary track coach John Cannon after his participation in Barcelona, eventually moving to Calgary twice to train with the coach.

Cannon said Graham garnered attention even when he wasn't on the track. A teenage high school student from Hamilton, Graham was the youngest member of the relay team.

''He was an outstanding prospect,'' the coach noted.

Graham later received a full scholarship to Ohio State and moved to the United States, Cannon said.

detailing his life. His life had so much more promise.

Why do they always call it friendly fire when there is nothing friendly about a gun, about holding a gun, about aiming and firing that gun, about killing someone with that gun? The whole reason for a gun's purpose is to kill. Period. KILL!!!!

Do they (the media, the government) think labeling it "friendly" takes the sting away, the grief away, makes it feel any better? "Oh that''s ok, he was killed by friendly fire, the other side didn't mean to do it". BS the other side was scared, the other side was trying to defend itself, the other side sensed (rightly or wrongly) that danger was imminent and wanted someone else to die, not themselves, so they fired, but this time on the "wrong" team.

Stop whitewashing it and call it what it was, the other guy made a god-damn mistake, a stupid mistake, that cost someone innocent their life. What a waste.

My heart felt condolences to the Graham family.

Part III - Not Quite as Unique

2006-08-23T14:09:17Z

Funny how when you start to talk to people, about what happens to you (in this case, my keys) they pipe up and say "Oh, I know someone that happened to too". Had 2 ladies tell me the exact same thing happened to friends of theirs, as well as a man who had keys in his pant pockets and when he stood up...

Warm and fuzzy feelings knowing I have company.

Part II - The Keys

2006-08-17T20:33:08Z

Thank goodness for maintenance crews!!

When I asked the building facility guy to check the trap for my keys this AM, he looked at me strangely. He couldn't figured out why I had done that to my keys.

He went to work on it and less than 10 minutes later, bless his little soul, I had the full set back. Other than a little wear and tear from the snake he ran through to get them, they look ok. Am definitely soaking them in Javex tonight. ICK!!!

What a Doozy!!

2006-08-17T02:14:37Z

5 o'clock, rushing out of my cubicle-ville, trying to get to my kids bus stop, to pick them up after camp. Need to go to the bathroom, haven't moved out of my 4x4 ft prison walls in hours. Okay, I figure 2 extra minutes, I can do this and still be there on time for when the bus arrives.

Hang up my purse on the back of the door, perch my keys on top. Flush, take my purse down as I open the door, and 'clink, clink, clink'. Disbelief as my brain is registering the sound, metal clanging on its way down, my keys!!! God, let them be on the floor. Frantically search all around, and realize they're no where to be found. Looking in the bowl, can't see a thing, they've already been sucked away - what the??? OMG!!!

No key to my car, to get to my waiting children, no way to contact them. Tears start to well up, but no time for those either. Not as urgent, but am thinking no key to get in the house, no key to my desk, damn and I just changed my key-chain ring after having bought it over a year ago and not using it.

Thinking I'm the world's biggest dunce, I head back to my prison walls, where inmates haven't yet sprung themselves for the day. Hitch a ride to the kiddies with a co-worker and await hubby to rescue the stranded waif and children. SIGH!!!!

Have you ever had one of those days....

Eureka!!!!! Baby steps for me - YEAH!!

2006-07-19T21:58:35Z

I don't know how many times I've tried the LJ cut thing. I just could never get it to work.

I'm at home, putzing around, no one's here and I have no clue where they went. I'm doing some surfing, reading the LJ site, and my brains finally clicked in, and I got it to work.

I know, I know, run on sentence. :)

Collections

2006-07-19T13:08:19Z

When a phrase from whatever I'm reading strikes my fancy, I've taken to collecting it on a word draft in my email. I've collected about 50 or so, and it got me thinking about whether words affect you the same way. Do you have a favorite phrase you'd like to share?

When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.
-Honore de Balzac, novelist (1799-1850)

And another:

"What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say."
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Driving Me Batty!!!

2006-05-25T00:20:40Z

Need to get this off my chest

I had a whole bunch of pictures I tried posting to my journal on the weekend, but was unable to. For whatever reason, I can't upload pics. I used to be able to, there was a pop-down menu with the option to insert pics. I can still see it (it's ghost) when I click on to my post page, but as the page fully loads it disappears. Can't find it in FAQ - got so frustrated, I erased the whole post.

purringkittycat @ 2006-05-17T19:14:00

2006-05-17T23:17:50Z

Thanks to savageknight - though I'd like to be more of a muscle car!!!

I'm a Mazda Miata!

You like to soak up the sun, but your tastes are down to earth. Everyone thinks you're cute. Life is a winding road, and you like to take the curves in stride. Let other people compete in the rat race - you're just here to enjoy the ride.

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

Beard Stubble - Sexy?

2006-05-09T22:24:33Z

I drove into work this morning, and noticed a new billboard ad for Nautica cologne depicting a man wearing a shirt, wind-whipped longish hair and several days growth on his face.

There's a local realtor that advertises in the paper, a huge 2 page spread, some 30 odd houses listed. Most of the homes are priced in the million +++ range. And there, smiling proudly is his picture - face stubble and all. He's rather haggard looking, and the sort that I would cross streets to avoid late at night. Not quite the sort of chap that would make me want to house shop with him (alas not that I've millions to shop with).

At one time, I thought the 2 day shadow was alluring, it was different. Now (how many years has face stubble been the norm?) I get turned off by the sight of it. Is it so difficult to show clean shaven men? I don't mind the long hair, I'm just fed up with what the media says is "alluring". Do you think that if a woman had stubble/shadow on her legs, the media would portray it as sexy? I think not. Time to say "SO LONG" to that vision.