tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56149722011-04-21T16:48:44.490-04:00One woman's search for the answer to life, the universe, and everything.Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04479795969616221124noreply@blogger.comBlogger691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614972.post-1147103371232411342006-05-08T05:47:00.000-04:002006-05-11T13:33:30.686-04:00

10%(100 Things About Me)The First Ten11. I hate traffic. Seriously. I loathe, despise, and abominate traffic. I will do amazing things to avoid getting stuck in stop-and-go traffic. I have been known to go miles out of my way to avoid it. As long as the car is moving, I can get to work by way of Alabama and I'll be happy even if it takes longer. (I live in northeast metro-Atlanta, so getting to

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10%(100 Things About Me) 1. I am convinced that consumers of Axe body spray are doomed to be disappointed. 2. I have a girly crush on William Peterson (with beard) from CSI. I don't know why I do any more than you do. 3. I believe that any man who seriously refers to himself in the third person should not be considered for any type of relationship; he is already in a long-term intense love affair

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04479795969616221124noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614972.post-1146741705514772052006-05-04T05:19:00.000-04:002006-05-04T07:26:12.780-04:00

Hmp.So I finally took the sleep position test everyone has already taken. (Yes, not only am I one of those people who watch movies a year late and have to talk about them now ad nauseaum, I am also one of those people who is far, far behind trends.)Anyway, I'm surprised at how accurate that test is. I completely do sleep that way with a giant velvety soft body pillow. Except, I usually have a

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04479795969616221124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614972.post-1146660725269371712006-05-03T05:50:00.000-04:002006-05-03T09:46:42.793-04:00

It's no Buck Rogers style Utopia. Thank God.Everyone knows at least one of those people. You discourage conversation with these people. When discouragement doesn't work, you avoid them. And when you can't avoid them, you suffer them. But you never can escape them for long. They just have to find you, and tell you all about some movie they've just seen. Yeah, they're those people, the ones who

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The wheel's turning, but the hamster's dead.Last year, my 3 year old Toyota Matrix died from engine sludge. The whys and hows of that little slice of personal Hell aren't important now (even though I'm still paying for it, quite literally). Suffice it to say, the Matrix's engine couldn't churn properly because the oil in it was just that thick. So the engine locked up on me in the middle of

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At least it's not a post about why I don't post.I am becoming increasingly annoyed by people lately. It doesn't take much to annoy me, either. Nuisance projectiles that used to sail right over my head now smack me dead center between the eyes. Why these little nuisances changed trajectory (or why I moved in the path of the trajectory – whichever) is a mystery yet to be solved. At any rate, in the

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04479795969616221124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614972.post-1145044573616091252006-04-14T15:55:00.000-04:002006-04-14T16:04:00.576-04:00

A too-long post about something I should probably not post about at all. Oy.I read a post on WizBang recently that blames FEMA for the poor state of the New Orleans flood maps. I don't blame FEMA for the out-of-date flood maps. This is completely out of character for me, I know. Usually I'm all about blaming the federal government for any and all its failings. I don't this time. Mainly because I

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Is it a rhetorical question when you're talking to yourself?There is something wrong with me. There must be. After months of no communication whatsoever, I suddenly feel the need to talk to him. Sure, he was the one who blew me off, and he wasn't all that interested even when we were talking. I was his back-up girl, for crying out loud. It wasn't as if he ever cared.And he hurt me. Being ignored,

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Oy.I am constantly surprised by how cruel people are to each other. After 30 years of being the tall, fat, odd, geeky female, you'd think that I wouldn't be so surprised by how merciless one person can be to another. You'd think that I would be immune to how often, how deep, and how many people ravage each other for sport. In our society, where mockery and savagery passes for entertainment, you'd

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A rant.. because men are big, fat, stupid, poopoo-heads.This is rapidly becoming a blog about why I don't blog. All I seem to do lately is make excuses as to why I haven't blogged. And this entry will be no exception. I've been mad lately. Seriously mad. I've been mad about everything, and I haven't wanted the bile to spew without control. I've been afraid of not being able to control it. I

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Upon the fine art of Divine string yanking.When troubled, I am often counseled by a friend that I shouldn't worry, that my problems are in God's hands, and that He'll make things right.Why do people think that this will make anyone feel better? I don't understand why people are comforted by thinking that some all-powerful being controls everything. If our every action is controlled by God, we

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Don't Panic.The Powers That Be have predicted light snow for the north Georgia mountains this weekend. So naturally, grocery stores are currently being raided of every toilet tissue, milk, bread, and beer item in the metro-Atlanta area. It's unlikely we’ll get snow, but that doesn't stop the rabid metro-Atlantans from pillaging the stores.

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Pratfalls, Diets, and Beds. Oh my.So, what have I been doing for the past month? My adoring audience wants to know, I'm sure. (Perhaps "adoring audience" is too strong of a phrase. Maybe "somewhat curious occasional readers of my blog" is more accurate. Whichever. I still adore you.) And if you didn't even realize that I haven't posted in a whole month, well, I'll tell you what I've been doing

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This one would get me into much trouble if someone like, say, my mother found it. Sigh. I can't resist. Kismet is truly dangerous when she questions. And I can't resist.So here's the premise: Kismet posed a few questions about religion and basic beliefs thereof on her blog. Meme-junkies such as I are invited to join along and post answers either in the comment section of her blog or on our own

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04479795969616221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614972.post-1136069981283479112005-12-31T17:42:00.000-05:002005-12-31T17:59:41.323-05:00

I hope it's from Old Man 2005. If it's not, this doesn't portend well for 2006.I awoke this morning to find that a caterpillar had moved onto my eyelid sometime during the night, refusing to move. Neither poking nor prodding nor pulling would remove that clinging critter.OK, it wasn't a caterpillar - my right eyelid just looked like one, so swollen it was. The forthcoming New Year had hearkened a

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04479795969616221124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614972.post-1134407823363700982005-12-12T12:15:00.000-05:002005-12-12T12:17:03.376-05:00

I was hit by a metaphor once and have yet to recover. (Talk about mixing your metaphors…)I have been burning all kinds of bridges lately. And oddly, I don't seem to care much.Typically, I'm not a bridge burning kind of gal. Burning a bridge is, after all, not a smart thing to do (generally speaking). You never know when you'll need to re-cross that river. And having a bridge you've already

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Yet one more addiction manifests itself.We all define ourselves in different ways. Some people define themselves by their education. Others define themselves by their job. Some people define themselves by their religion. And some people define themselves by physical possessions like homes and cars and such. There are likely as many ways to define ones' self as there are people in this world. But

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An office post. Oh, bother.Having been firmly banished to the depths of purgatory, I have one thing to say: People are a nosy bunch. And they love to look at roadkill.So I've been moved. I no longer occupy the lovely, private, quiet, isolated greige cube on the 4th floor. I am now the resident of a dark teal, open, noisy fishbowl masquerading as a cube in what is the main artery of traffic on the

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Pondering faith in America. Or, more ramblings on faith.We are a nation of facts. The modern American judicial system is built upon the premise that a man cannot be found guilty of a crime without evidence to support the accusation. Indeed, we are all to be assumed innocent of an accused crime until a court of law finds us guilty based on evidence.We use facts as some use weapons, flinging them

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04479795969616221124noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614972.post-1130860777781246522005-11-01T10:58:00.000-05:002005-11-01T10:59:37.790-05:00

Pondering the difference between the faithful and the foolish.Dictionary.com will tell you that faith is a belief that does not rest on logical proof or evidence, that it is a certain persuasion of the mind to believe an idea is trustworthy. In other words, to have faith, a person must 1) not have evidence that their faith is true and 2) they must trust in the truthfulness of that faith without

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Upon the fine art of pooping in public potties.There are few things as reprehensibly unavoidable as the necessity of using public restrooms. If you choose wisely, the restroom can be moderately clean with an adequate supply of toilet paper. Unfortunately, there are some circumstances where it is absolutely necessary to use less than desirable public restrooms. Wal-Mart and amusement park

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04479795969616221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614972.post-1130439926267955662005-10-27T05:05:00.000-04:002005-10-27T15:08:11.136-04:00

The unashamed ramblings of a gem geek. You've been warned.I've been collecting rocks for some time. I don't keep them very long, just long enough to find them, identify them, and then realize that I have no space for them. So I only keep carved rocks and such around the house. I've recently begun collecting a new type of rock: gemstones. I have no idea why I haven't thought of this before. I mean

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By "hard headed" I mean "a head like a rock."So I'm moving. Maybe. And what do I do immediately after writing a lengthy post about curtailing my collection obsessions? I add to my rock collection. At least the new rocks won't take up much space.

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Upon the fine art of (hopefully guilt-free) moving.I'm getting ready to move. My already lengthy 30-mile long commute has recently turned into a nerve-wrecking 2 hour trip - one way. I simply cannot spend 4 hours a day trapped in my car fuming over metro-Atlanta's idiot drivers and cursing local transportation officials. The bad karma alone will get me for that. No telling what it's doing to my

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"Sorry I haven't been around a lot lately. I'm easily distracted by shiny things." – The Tick[I was hit by a metaphor once when I was a child. I've yet to recover.]It's difficult, when I've been nastily challenged, to remain calm. My face heats; my pulse pounds; and I have to seriously work to keep from striking back. And when a dozen or more small, but not completely insignificant, nasty

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04479795969616221124noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614972.post-1128362275854919072005-10-03T13:56:00.000-04:002005-10-03T13:57:55.863-04:00

Upon the cherished art of aging gracefully.Turning 30 last Friday wasn't the trauma I expected. Oh, I had a tough moment when I caught myself pricing kittens and kitten accoutrements with the Petsmart circular last night. (In my neighborhood, I'm already the crazy lady who lives alone in the big house. I refuse to be the crazy old lady who lives in the big house with thirty cats, most of which

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04479795969616221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614972.post-1127912906991464942005-09-28T05:07:00.000-04:002005-09-28T09:18:01.576-04:00

All about gas, Sonny, Georgia, hurricanes, soccer moms, and protesters - how they're all tied together in one big wallowing ball of blame and shame.Also, does the fact that this is my 42nd post at blogspot mean anything?I've been amused by local news lately. Last week, Governor Sonny Perdue asked local school systems to cancel school for two days to conserve fuel. Apparently, doing so would save

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04479795969616221124noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614972.post-1127757343809884212005-09-26T13:52:00.000-04:002005-09-26T13:55:43.816-04:00

Just in case Plan A doesn't work.Being Backup Girl sucks. For those uninitiated in the concept of backup girls (likely men), I will explain. Backup Girl is the girl to whom men pay attention only when there is no other girl around. In other words, she's the one that a man will call or date only when his preferred female isn't available. Women are very familiar with this concept. Unless she's a

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New, schmew.Why are we constantly repackaging old merchandise for new? Take Mountain Dew for example. Mountain Dew has a new can. It looks suspiciously like the old can. Had it not been for the words "Same Dew, New View" on the can, I might not have even noticed that the can does indeed look different. But on close inspection, there are differences, the largest being the words "Attitude Sold

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With Apologies to Gilbert and Sullivan - I think I've watched the Pirates of Penzance too many times.I am the very model of a modern Mormon single gal,I've information spiritual, physical, and practical,I have recipes for veggies, meats, and fruits that are quite mountainous,I even have a few of them including foods gelatinous; I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters quite impractical,I

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Upon the gentle art of mixing and misusing metaphors: the incomprehensible ramblings of a single woman about to turn 30.Hindsight is amazing. You move along in life thinking that you've got your groove, thinking that you're about to hit a home run, and thinking that you've accomplished much. Then you realize that you're out of step, you've just been struck out, and you haven't accomplished diddly

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A Fat Woman's LamentShopping for pants is always a trial. First off, I shop in what the fashion industry so lovingly calls "plus size" stores. This is where the fashion industry lumps all the women above a size 12 and below a size 32W. I'm not fond of the term "plus size." Though, I suppose it is better than what this particular size range (and the one above it when they were lumped in together)

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French Farce or Greek Tragedy? Either way, there's a little Three Stooges thrown in for your weekend giggles. Sigh.Turn alarm off at 5AM: Check.Roll over and go back to sleep: Check.Awake at 7:30 AM realizing that it was important to get to work at 7AM: Check.Shower fast: Check.Dress superfast: Check.Trip over feet in hall: Check.Land on previously injured wrist: Check.Curse: Check.Notice that

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The woes of being part of a major regional baby naming fad.It's not easy being a Lynn in the South. Every other female in my generation is a Lynn. In my rural Alabamian Kindergarten class I was one of nine Lynns: Gina Lynn, Tara Lynn, Lacey Lynn, Cherie Lynn, Sherry Lynn, Heather Lynn, Crystal Lynn, Amy Lynn, and Janet Lynn. We were all called by both our first and middle names, too. We weren't

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The worst situations can bring out the best in people. To support relief and rescue efforts along the Gulf Coast, people from other parts of the country have given millions of dollars. They've given clothes and food and all sorts of necessary items for use by the disaster victims. It makes me feel good to see how much people are truly giving when times are at their worst.But along with the best,

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04479795969616221124noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614972.post-1125599164902008242005-09-01T14:19:00.000-04:002005-09-01T14:26:04.913-04:00

The once and future shortage.I don't know if Atlanta news is shown in other parts of the US. We'd like to think that all of our goings on are reported elsewhere, much like news from New York and DC are reported here. (We are the "capital of the South," of course.) But somehow, I doubt that our news makes it to regions outside Georgia.At any rate, yesterday was a bit fun around here. About

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Well, you can try, but it seldom is as you thought it would be. Earlier this month, I drove to Helen, Georgia for some touristy action. To get to Helen from the metro area, you have to pass through Cleveland, Georgia. In Cleveland, I happened to notice a sign for Babyland General Hospital. Remember Babyland General Hospital? Probably not. I'll explain. Babyland General Hospital is the place

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The hills are alive with the sound of "Yeehaw!"Helen is an Alpine village in the north Georgia mountains. I kid you not; the décor of the entire city is that of a village in the Alps. The city website touts arts and craft shopping, rafting, tubing, and a whole host of other Alpine activities - with the notable exception of skiing. We don-t have that much snow here in Georgia, even in the northern

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I should probably remove my email address from this site after this post. Also, this is why I usually don't post on an empty stomach. Grrrrrr.The Lord of the Rings trilogy is boring.There, I've said it. I agree that it is a beautiful set of movies. I agree that the special effects are truly wondrous (except for the scenes with the ents – those weren't as good as they could have been – something

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With Apologies to Charles Schultz.... a warm puppy. I wish I could have taken him home with me.... a full laundry basket.... killing yet another herb garden. Sigh.... a car in urgent need of washing. (Why is it that my new car gets dirty so much more than the old one? Is it because the new car is a SUV and the old is a station wagon?)... realizing that you've spent hundreds of dollars on

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Alternately Titled: One more thing for which I can now be paranoid. Oy.According to the What Age Will You Die? quiz (hat tip to Dan), I'm going to die when I'm 76. Which means that I have 47 years more to live.You know, that doesn't quite seem long enough.Thankfully, Dan has thoughtfully provided a list of ten things I can do to prolong my life. The list is below. My thoughts are italicized

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04479795969616221124noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614972.post-1114913941982894872005-04-30T21:53:00.000-04:002005-04-30T22:19:01.983-04:00

We apologize for the inconvenience.I saw Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Friday afternoon. It was completely silly, absolutely implausible, and really very good. It wasn’t as good as the book, of course. The movie version of a book is never as good as the book itself. For no matter what special effect advances Hollywood makes (and man, are the special effects great in this movie), it’s never as

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A limerick.Rear ended by Mister "Mulrooney,"I drove home thinking he was quite looney.I bathed for an hourWith my mood awful sourAnd now I’m all wrinkled and pruney.

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Why wait?

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Written by one ticked off woman who is once again considering moving to another state, though not necessarily because of this.You might have heard about Fulton County in the news lately. It's where an accused rapist managed to obtain a deputy's gun and escape. And he managed to hijack a few cars and kill a few people in the process of escaping to Gwinnett County, Georgia.The City of Atlanta is

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An etude displaying an alarming lack of shame about 1) copying an idea from another blogger and 2) the revealing nature of my sordid history of crushes.Completely unable to come up with an original idea for a post, I've shamelessly snatched an idea from someone whose creative well runs much deeper than my own (a.k.a. Heather). She wrote recently about her history of crushes. I loved the post, and

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What ever happened to plain old mints?I hate Listerine. I admit it. I can't stand it. Using it feels as though my taste buds are being pried off my tongue one at a time by a large, hairy man with pliers. Yet I heroically swish with it twice a day regardless. Some time ago, I noticed that Listerine has expanded its flavor selection from basic orange to include minty teal. Wasn't the basic orange

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A horrific verse written upon hearing that the recent, most grievous, inhumane torture needs be repeated thrice in the upcoming month.As I've said before, I don't like strange people in my space. So I'm always a bit uncomfortable at the dentists' office. Strange people there are not only in my space, strange people there are also sticking their fingers in my mouth. And along with their fingers,

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Would You Like More Whine With Your Cheese, Madam?I hate crowds. I absolutely loathe, despise, hate and even abominate large groups of unfamiliar people. People have called me shy. People have called me a snob. People have called me standoffish and cold and unfeeling and uncaring and unfriendly and cold. I didn't know what to call myself. I just know that after an hour of a large, noisy crowd, I

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A Discourse on the Truly Appalling Habit of Various Married People Trying to Play Yenta The truly strange thing about being single is that married people always know someone who is "perfect" for me. It could be a brother-in-law or a cousin or a friend or a friend of a friend, but they always know or know of someone they want me to meet. This strikes me as strange. Just because a friend and I

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How Can You Not Lick Them When It Smells Like You've Got A Pina Colada Under Your Nose? I used to play the trumpet. All through junior high and high school, I played trumpet religiously. I majored in it my freshman year of college and then, burnt out, I completely dropped it. Recently, I've regretted stopping it so abruptly. I wish that I'd at least kept it up a little. So, I'm getting my

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An Ode on the Impossibility of Being Appropriately and Positively Perceived Whilst Speaking in the Southern Vernacular Cameron posted recently about Bush's relationship with Europe, and his need to listen more carefully to the "Euro-whining." I'm not completely sure what I think about whether Bush should pay it more consideration. Had I any cohesive thought on the subject, I would have commented

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The Painfully Slow Process of Getting Over Myself Recently, I haven't posted as much as I did in the past. Looking back over my old posts, I've realized that many of them were about politics or pop culture. I haven't paid much attention to either topic of late. I've cut back on the amount of TV I watch, which has drastically reduced the amount of news I see. Seriously, even though last weekend's

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I've been having a fun bit of a time investigating gyms. Who knew that there were so many? And who knew that there were so many different types? There are a few new gyms out there that cater to women. There's even one that caters to overweight women, which strikes me as a bit odd. Oh, I don't think it's odd that overweight women would want to work out; I think it's odd that a gym specifically

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I'm uneasy when someone complements me. I always have been. I never know what to say. Some people complement others because they truly believe the complement. Some complement to hide what they are truly feeling: when a friend asks if a dress makes her look fat, telling her that the color of the dress looks pretty with her skin tone is a great way of gliding over that hurdle. Others complement to

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[Alternately Titled: The Maiming of the Shrew] This month has been painful. Oh, I've been thankfully free of the usual beginning of the year neurosis thus far. I haven't heard from the biological clock yet this year. And I've made a few life decisions about which I'm happy and comfortable. I still have some tough stuff to decide, but all in all, I'm happy with where I am and who I am. So, things

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How can a female miss the toilet? Boys, I understand, can miss the target now and then; after all, a five year old boy can get easily distracted (Oooh, look! A shiny white tile! Oops!). I imagine that it's hard to hit at what you're aiming if you're thinking about Barney and whatnot. (Or Maxim, for that matter - I heard somewhere that some restaurants now put Maxim magazine pages in frames in

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Question: What's the first clue that I'm am becoming more and more resigned to never resolving the domain name issue? Answer: The fact that I've added my link list to the side bar. Oy.

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I went back to see the Phantom of the Opera. The second time was a very different experience. [Synopsis of my original review: 1. better than it could have been, 2. thankfully Travolta-free, 3. character acting great, 4. scenery beautiful, 5. chandelier amazing, 6. Carlotta didn't sing her own part - dangit, and 7. voices not perfect, but suited to the part.] I was more disappointed in the

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I am so in love with my neighbors. Well, I am in love with my married neighbors' relationship with each other. Late last night, well after dark, I went out back to get the extra garbage can ready in time for Friday morning garbage pickup. As I stepped out onto my back porch, I noticed that my neighbors were out on their back porch as well. I had just opened my mouth to say "hi," when I noticed

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Do you know how long it has been since there has been a Happy Thought list around here? Too long. So, without further fanfare, I present the first Happy Thought list of 2005. And so what if it is not Monday? I'm just really, really early. I am super-duper happy that I remembered to do this. Actually, Stephen remembered and I just read his list and remembered that I forgot to do mine. Oy. At any

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I don't understand the members of my own sex. I suppose I could blame the past ten years. After attending 5 years of college at a mostly male college and working more than 4 years in a mostly male profession, I haven't spent very much time with other women in some time. Perhaps it's better that way. Take, for example, a recent disagreement I had with some female friends. One friend wanted her

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I was skeptical; I admit it. I am a big fan of the Broadway musical. And rumors of John Travolta or Ricky Martin playing the title role left me less than enthusiastic about the movie. Then there were the whispers of the man who was chosen to play the title role: supposedly, he can't sing. So when I stepped into the movie theater last week, I was a bit curious and a little afraid to see what

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This means war. Ladies, we've all been there. We've all been butchered by "stylist." You know the one of whom I speak: she's the one who comes highly recommended at a very high price. When you first meet her, you are awestruck by her promises of beauty. She promises that your hair will be easy; she promises that your hair will be stylish; and she promises that your hair will be beautiful. She

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Invariably, it happens. You innocently turn on the radio. Perhaps you were on your way home from work. Perhaps you were on your way to the mall. Perhaps you were at work. You weren't even thinking about it, really. You were going about your business. You were doing your own thing. You simply forgot. And you turned on the radio. Now, most days, simply turning on the radio isn't that big of a

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I can't believe the trouble I'm having finding a host. I've tried to contact three in the past month. In all three cases, I sent a message to them and none of them have replied. In addition to that, I've tried getting my current host to transfer my domain to my name twice. Again, I've received no reply. I haven't even received an automated reply confirming that they've received my requests in any

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I'm in the woods at night, dreaming. I'm running, trying to escape, stumbling over the little frou-frou stiletto mules I'm wearing with the feathery pom-poms on the toe. I look down and realize that I'm dressed like a silly horror movie victim who has run from the safety of her house in a negligee. She's the one who's about to be brutally slain by the villain. I'm dressed like that. And I'm

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Renee listed some funny quotes. One was from the Tick, my all time favorite hero. It put me in the mood to post. A little. Anyway, I decided to share my favorite Tick quotes. Spoons! "Sorry I haven't been around much lately. I'm easily distracted by shiney things." "Isn't sanity really just a one trick pony, anyway? I mean, all you get is one trick, rational thinking! But when you're good and

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Well, my host has hardware issues. Luckily, I saved all of my backups to my home computer shortly before bloghosts went belly up. The last post is gone, but that isn't a big loss. So, for the time being, this is my new home. As soon as I get everything straightened out, I'll let everyone know.

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