Tuesday, November 09, 2004

The Hell?

The New Birth Control Ban

Okay, you know, I can understand being morally against abortion. If all the pill was good for was preventing pregnancy, I might even agree in principal to the doctors and pharmacists refusing to prescribe or fill the prescriptions. However, I can not support any physician or pharmacist denying a woman what might just be an essential part of her healthcare because it might (it's never been proven scientifically from what I understand) prevent embryo implantation and they consider it a kind of pre-emptory abortion.

I'm not one of those foam-at-the-mouth type of feminists. I just want to live my life and have the option of choosing what is best for my body. I had a tubal ligation years ago and don't need the pill for birth control. I take it because I have debilitating menstrual cramps. The kind of cramps that leave me crying in bed for, literally, days. The thought that a doctor or pharmacist could, in some cases legally, deny me this enfurates me beyond belief.

Don't even get me started on the whole birth control aspect....

Thursday, November 04, 2004

Very excited

I was presented with an awesome opportunity. One of my friends is having his first play produced in Boston in a couple months. The play is very visual and will have images projected behind the actors in certain scenes throughout the play. I've been asked to be one of the contributing artists for this. There's no pay in it (yet), there's just no budget for it. That's fine with me for a couple reasons. 1. They're very good friends (his girlfriend was one of my bridesmaids) and 2. This play has the potential to be *seen*. Not just in Boston too. This play is being submitted to the NY Fringe Festival, which is like the Sundance of live theatre, and the director plans to also get it into the San Francisco, and Edinburgh Fringe Festivals, as well. So, the artwork will be seen and credited.

I told them I would do it, of course. I may even make it to the opening in Boston. I'm very excited. Even if it doesn't make it as a hit, it will be wonderful to work on a creative project of this magnitude with my friends.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Yahoo! News - 'Come Bite Me!' Right...

Yahoo! News - 'Come Bite Me!' Right...

Explain to me why a *lion* needed to be converted to Christianity? Oy.

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Alcohol Accidentally Served To Students In Alexandria

nbc4.com - News - Report: Alcohol Accidentally Served To Students In Alexandria

It was mistaken for limeade... For some reason, that makes me laugh. Thanks Kate for finding the link for me when I told you about it in IMs.

Saturday, September 18, 2004

Haven't updated here in a long time.

Just some filler until I get a "real" entry up.

Blue
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Sunday, July 25, 2004

This is a long overdue update of my journal. I had thought about keeping this private but I know that so many of you who do still read my journal actually care and I need a little contact with others right now. This post may ramble quite a bit.. I apologize for that in advance.There is so much happening and nothing at all at the same time. I am stressed to my limits. I need grounding. I need centering. I need a healthy outlet for my stress.

My daughter came out for her summer visit in June. It didn't take long for her to decide that she wants to stay here for the school year. Some of you will remember what happened two years ago. Those that do know that it wasn't pretty at all. My daughter is two years older now and feels able to stand up to her dad. She told my sister that, looking back, she can now see how he manipulated her two years ago into staying.She's told her dad several times she wants to stay here. He's being completely and totally unreasonable. He's SO not listening to her and completely disregarding her feelings. It's pissing me off that he's treating her like this and it's really starting to piss her off too. A lawyer has been put on retainer. This time I'm NOT backing down from the bastard.

Add to that her ex-boyfriend in Texas has gone psycho on us... it's not been fun. When she first came down here to visit this summer, his possessive behavior was very apparent. He was calling (what seemed like) every five minutes. He wanted to know what she was doing at all times of the day and expected her to call him when she left the house and when she came home, etc. etc. She told me he had been acting really possessively and said she had been thinking about breaking up with him. The impetus to break up finally came when she reconnected with the boy next door (okay, he lives three houses down from us but still). Well, things went from bad to worse. The phone calls got even more frequent and then his mother called my ex mother-in-law (who is the REAL person who's been raising my daughter not her damn father and she and I have become pretty close over the past couple years) and told her that my daughter was killing her son because he's depressed, he won't eat, etc. etc. Because, you know, my sixteen year old is responsible for this boy's happiness and well-being ::dramatic roll of the eyes here:: His mother even called me... at 1:00 in the freaking morning. You can imagine my reaction to her. We finally had to threaten to press charges for telephone harassment with him to get it to stop.It's not like I didn't feel for the kid. They'd been dating two years and I know what it's like to be 18 and in luuv. But he went from heartbroken to out and out psycho. Things had calmed down. He stopped calling all the time. They stopped fighting. Things seemed to be okay and they had begun talking again.

Wednesday I received a call from the ex MIL and said that he had left a bag of Shyanne's clothes on their front porch. Things she had left over at his house, including the dress she wore in my wedding two years ago (she had also worn it to homecoming this past school year). If all he had done was leave the clothes in the trash bag, that wouldn't have been a problem. But he didn't. Every piece of clothing in that bag was shredded. How scary is that?

Ex MIL is trying to get a restraining order against the kid (who is 18 now). Meanwhile she tells me that she believes Shyanne NEEDS to stay here because she's afraid of what this kid might do to her and, I can't say I disagree. You can guess what her father had to say to this. "I'll protect her. She'll be taken care of." I'm so enraged by this, I can't even see straight.

My daughter has been begging me to enroll her in school here. I can't without his permission and he won't give it. He says he wants to talk to her face to face. This sound fishy to anyone else here? What this tells me is that he can't wait to get his hands on her so he can try to guilt trip her and basically talk her into staying there.

My sister came up with the idea of having my daughter go out to visit her in Austin (just a couple hours from where he lives, even closer to where he works) and see if they can't get him to meet with my daughter so he CAN talk to her face to face. The idea was that if he does and sees she really IS serious about staying here, he'll finally listen to her and back off. My lawyer seemed to think this was a good idea. So, Shyanne is going on a plane in a few hours back to Texas.

My ex-husband went ballistic when my sister talked to him. Completely and totally irrationally ballistic. My daughter knows and I asked her what she felt about it. She said "he's being retarded". He's going to call her later this afternoon at my sister's. I hope she can be strong. She admitted this will truly be her first time to stand up to him. All I can say is I am scared to death of what he's going to do. Two years ago he ran off with her and hid her from me (my daughter told me his lawyer suggested he do that). I don't know what I'll do if he does that again...

So, that's it.. now you guys know why I'm being silent and why I'm so stressed out.

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Sunday, July 11, 2004

My friend Kate

Kate and I have been friends for several years now. We met years ago thanks to an RPG called DragonRealms. I did not know her very well at first but we instantly connected. We had lost touch for awhile and then, suddenly, found ourselves "meeting" again. Since we got back in touch, she's become my best friend in the whole wide world. I wonder if she knows just how much I really depend on her or just how much her friendship really means to me.

And then I read a blog entry like this one: The Original Musings: Indy Feis Results

I hate, absolutely hate that anyone had to go through the loss of a child. I hate even more that it was someone I care so much about. As a mother, I can only imagine the pain caused by it. I don't think I could have come through a tragedy like that and still be (at least mostly) sane. I had my heart broken by someone I loved 10 years back and had a nervous breakdown. I can't even begin to guess how she was able to deal with it and come to terms with the loss of her infant son. Kate has got to be one of the strongest people I know.

I love you, Kate. I just wanted you to know.

Wednesday, May 05, 2004

Origami Underground

Well, I guess if you get REALLY bored this could be a fun passtime, eh? Origami Underground

Saturday, May 01, 2004

Lives in the Balance

I keep VH1 Classics turned on when I'm at the computer for background noise (that and I'm an avid music fan of music from the 60's on up through modern times). They're doing an artist spotlight on Jackson Browne, an artist I really liked back in the 80's. One of his songs really struck me as I was listening to it "Lives in the Balance" and I thought how apt it was for the time we live in now.

Most of my friends who know me know that I consider myself to be a patriot. I love my country even if I don't always agree wtih the way our government does things. In my mind getting Saddam Hussein out of power was one of the best things that could happen to Iraq, I just don't exactly agree with the way it was done. I didn't see it when it was happening but, looking back, it's so clear now.

Anyway, I thought I'd post the lyrics here that got me to thinking and realizing how relevent this song is now nearly 20 years later.

I've been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that you've seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war

And there's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs

On the radio talk shows and the T.V.
You hear one thing again and again
How the U.S.A. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones that we call our friends--
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally can't take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

There's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we can't even say the names

They sell us the President the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But they're never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

Thursday, March 25, 2004

Kids and drugs

Read this. If that isn't enough to set your teeth on edge, read this. Still not enough? Then read this and these kids aren't buying crack or marijuana.

I'm all for responsible drug use among adults (okay, so responsible is such a subjective term but still). I've smoked pot and probably would do so again. I don't think it should be in the hands of children and certainly not a kindergartener! What in the hell is wrong with parents these days? It's bad enough that many parents feel that video games, TV shows and the computer are acceptable substitutes for parental interaction with kids now they have to put illegal drugs in their hands?

Then there are the teenagers. I remember in high school the most dangerous thing we did was drink and think about licking these poisonous toads that secreted something that was akin to LSD (I never did, I was too much of a chicken and thought that was just really too gross). I never would have thought of using inhalant. This stuff causes brain damage and often death. I imagine their parents don't even notice because they are too caught up in their own lives to pay attention to what's going on with their own kids. "My Janie would never do drugs." Of course not you twit. She's not doing drugs, she's sniffing glue or spray paint.

My own daughter does not live with me. I try very hard, however, to instill good values in her. I try to encourage her to think for herself and not let her friends pressure her to do things she knows is wrong (or wrong for her at any rate). In the end, I have to trust in her judgment and hope she does the right thing. So, yeah, I'm not there all the time for her but I'm involved in her life. It's a shame that more parents can't find time to get involved in their own kids lives.

Tuesday, March 23, 2004

Xposted from my LJ

For those who can't or don't read there...

I just got the biopsy results back from my endoscopy two weeks ago. Everything is negative, including the tests for celiac disease. Why should I be upset? I should be ecstatic to hear I don't have a disease. I know I should and it's not logical to be this upset but I am. I thought I would *finally* have some answers. Finally. I would have known what was wrong with me and would have had a course of action laid out before me to fix it.

I am so tired of being "sick" and not knowing WHY I am sick. I am tired of people looking at me like I'm insane or it's all in my head. Thankfully my gastro doctor doesn't think I'm crazy. I guess it's because they see stuff like this all the time. I want to feel better. I want to have energy again. Instead I get to have MORE tests and new medication to try to alleviate my symptoms. Yay.

Sunday, March 14, 2004

Trunk Monkey

I gotta get me one of these.

Trunk Monkey

Saturday, March 13, 2004

What is this world coming to?

CNN.com - Seven children among nine bodies in Fresno home - Mar 13, 2004

From the article: "The motive for the killings is unknown. Dyer said it might have been a ritual killing and Fresno Mayor Alan Autry said it appeared to be a domestic situation."

My take on the situation is this. The four women wanted their children back. He did not want to give up custody of the children. There were 10 coffins but only 9 bodies. I believe he was going to put all of them in the coffins and then kill himself. It's classic "if I can't have them nobody else can either" type behavior.

This kind of thing makes me sick. Apparently it made the police officers sick as well. Several of them went on administrative leave and asked for counseling. All the more reason we should support our local law enforcement agents. I certainly could not do their jobs.

Yeah but he still made $3 million

ESPN.com - NHL - No play, no pay: Hasek rejects Detroit's checks

I think the thing that amuses me the most about this article is this comment from the team general manager ""I think it's an unbelievable gesture".

Actually this goaltender is very talented and one of the best that has ever played. His style is unconventional compared to other goalies. He also has a reputation for being an arrogant prick. I guess the unbelievable gesture on his part is that he's actually not being a prick for once. Go figure.

Still I wish I could work for 14 days and make $3 million. Don't you?

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

So I had my upper endoscopy today and it was the single most horrible experience I can ever recall having. The people in this outpatient center are very nice and I've had two colonoscopies with them before. Never did I have any problems. Everything was fine and dandy until they sedated me. When I had my colonoscopies the sedation took firm hold and I did not wake up until I was in the recovery area.

I woke up at least twice under the sedation and immediately started choking from this tube down my throat. I want to say it was painful too but that may just be my mind adding it as an afterthought. At one point I vomited and, at another, I believe I was actually fighting them because I wanted that tube OUT. I vaguely remember sobbing too. My throat hurts so bad right now, I can barely swallow.

I've read several experiences others have had with an upper endoscopy and they've all had such nice pleasant experiences with only a vague sore throat afterwards to remind them. I'm exhausted too. I came home and slept off and on for at least four hours. I only woke up to go to the bathroom (IV fluid and stuff to drink after the procedure). Now I have a headache and am waiting for the husband to come home with some throat lozenges for me.

What did I find out from the endoscopy? Well, there are a couple things that were readily visible. I will have to wait for the biopsy results for the main problem they were trying to either confirm or rule out (Celiac Disease). I have erosions in my esophogus from acid reflux disease, I have a small axial hiatal hernia and there was evidence of mild gastritis. I am now on Previcid for the acid reflux and the rest is just a waiting game. My hernia is small enough to not worry about right now. So that's that.

Tuesday, March 09, 2004

It's about time

CNN.com - Sniper Muhammad sentenced to death - Mar 9, 2004

All I really have to say about this is, it's about time. How can that man sit there and claim he had nothing to do with those killings? It's unfathomable to me.. but then I do have a sense of human decency.

International Eat an Animal for PETA Day

I first saw about this over in Kate's Blog aka The Original Musings. You know, I'm perfectly happy to respect the vegeterian "lifestyle". Hell, I made sure to have vegeterian dishes at my wedding so that people who did not eat meat for personal, health or religious reasons (we did have a couple folks from India at our wedding) did not feel like they could only graze on salad. Being a vegeterian is not for me but, like I said, I have no problem with folks who are so long as they aren't trying to "convert" me. That annoys me as much as someone trying to push their religion at me and, believe me, some of these folks are as zealous as any religious nut.

So what the hell is PETA up to that set off THAT particular rant, you might ask? PETA is now likening the eating of meat to the, now hold on to your hats here, HOLOCAUST. Uhm, excuse me? Ask any Holocaust survivor (or their families) how the slaughtering of animals compares to the Holocaust. I bet the overwhelming majority of them won't see the comparison. This is insanity at it's best. Hell, my husband is Jewish and we both had a good laugh over the whole thing.

For a more comprehensive look at this (laughable) act by PETA, scoot on over to The Orignal Musings. Me, I'm going to sit here and gnaw on this rib.. from a cow. I leave you with this.


Saturday, March 06, 2004

Ramblings, probably not of the artistic kind....

I realize I haven't really posted much anything of true substance here. I am so used to keeping my politics to myself and am rarely comfortable discussing them outloud. Hell, half the time I do not even know how to classify myself ::chuckles:: I think I will keep the politics out for now. Right now, I'm focused on finding out what the hell is wrong with me and getting well. I have been sick for so long it's hard to think about anything else.

One thing is for certain, I will be glad to know it's not all "in my head". I'd almost convinced myself it was. After all, if the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with me, then nothing could be wrong could it? My gastro doctors, at least, have never made me feel that way. Probably because the see cases like mine all the time. Symptoms that tend to be very general in nature and could be indications of any number of diseases or disorders.

I have my upper endoscopy on Wednesday. Hopefully this will be the end and I will finally get some answers. I've been researching the disease the doctor thinks I have. I know it sounds strange to hear someone say they hope the doctor tells them they actually HAVE something wrong with them but, after three years, all I want is to know what's wrong with me and how to go about fixing it. This disease (celiac sprue or celiac disease) is not curable but it IS controllable with diet. It will be a difficult adjustment at first but, not impossible.

I just want to feel... human... again.

Wednesday, March 03, 2004

another superb waste of time

Call him Sevvie and get your head bitten off.
You are Severus Snape.
You are a superbly sarcastic, somewhat evil wizard.
You are a former Death Eater but have found
your true calling in making students' life
hell.


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::grins:: I've seen this quiz floating around... I admit I probably skewed the results a little. I heart Snape.

Sunday, February 22, 2004



I am the tanka.
The attention of others
Is unnerving, and
Since I try not to draw it,
I'm left alone. Which is good.
What Poetry Form Are You?


It told me if I were not a tanka I'd be a haiku. Go me.
I am in a ridiculous amount of pain this morning... abdominal pain that is. There are no drugs I can take to ease the pain or take the edge off it. I've tried. The doctors gave me vicodin and even morphocodone (the generic name for it) which is like vicodin but with morphine in it instead. They didn't even *help* and, since they are highly addictive, I stopped taking them when I realized they weren't going to stop the pain.

I should be in bed. I can't even *think* about sleeping right now, no matter how tired I am. There's absolutely *no* sleeping with this pain. It's the worst it's been in months right now. I'll be so glad for a diagnosis. I'm hoping my doctor can give me one soon. Unfortunately gastro problems are some of the hardest to diagnose because so many symptoms overlap and mimic each other for different disorders. I have a friend who *finally* got a diagnosis on her problem after 5 years. I'm going on three...

I know one of my friends on LJ understands what I'm going through even if our health problems are vastly different (::hugs to Angela::). It's frustrating as hell. I'm having more mood swings right now than a 15 year old girl. It's got to be hard on my husband too...

Saturday, February 21, 2004

After getting the results of my bloodwork back, my gastro doctor suspects I may have something called Celiac Sprue (http://www.csaceliacs.org/). If it is what I have it will be a pain in the neck to adjust because I will have to adopt a gluten free diet.. forever. It's not curable at this point in time.

My colonoscopy was normal so this is a good thing. Next up is an upper endoscopy to see if my small intestine is damaged from the Celiac disease. Personally, I rather hope it's not what I have but at the same time, I'll be happy for a diagnosis.

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

snarl

http://www.petitiononline.com/mrphelps/

No, I'm not snarling at the petition. I'm snarling at the NEED for the petition.

Wednesday, February 11, 2004

Those of you who've known me awhile will recall a couple years back when I started having abdominal pain. It's centered right around my navel, slightly below and to the right of it. When I first had it, it hurt so badly, I could have sworn I was having an attack of appendicitis. It was 2am, I woke up my husband (whom I was not married to yet) and we went to the ER. It turns out it wasn't my appendix. I had no fever and my white blood cell count was normal.

The surgeon was not about to cut me open if he did not have to so he ordered a CAT scan of the area. Turns out my ileum (part of the small intestine) was inflamed and it's right in the area that was in pain. There just so happened to be a gastroenterologist doing rounds in the hospital at that time (by this time it was 9am! Mind you we got to the ER around 2:30am). The gastro doctor immediately admitted me and I got to spend three very boring days hooked up to an IV while they pumped me full of enough antibiotics to cure a small third world country of syphilis (or at least any number of "gut bugs").

Thus began a saga of trying to find out why I was having this pain and why my ileum would be inflamed to begin with. Unfortunately for me, subsequent tests NEVER showed any inflammation. This, of course, beget much frustration. Several X-rays, another CAT scan and a colonoscopy later they still did not know what was wrong with me. I gave up trying to find out. The pain eventually lessened and, while it did not go away, it was tolerable.

Until recently. I can't take it anymore. I'll spare you the details on my bathroom habits but let's just say that irritable bowel syndrome probably would not be an inaccurate diagnosis for *part* of my problem. I went back to the gastro doctor yesterday who is sending me for another battery of tests. The plan is to rule out everything we can up to and including gynecological problems (of course I'll need to see a different doctor for *that*). First up blood work and another abdominal CAT scan. Next Friday another colonoscopy. Since they found a polyp on my first colonoscopy, this probably isn't a bad idea even if they don't manage to see what's causing my pain.

I have new drugs to take too. Let me tell you how happy this makes me. One of them has the side effect of possible drowsiness. I'll take it once I'm home from the CAT scan. I have a cabinet in my kitchen that is starting to look like a miniature pharmacy. Between the medications for asthma, high blood pressure, this new stuff and the assorted other "OTC" drugs... blah.

Tuesday, February 03, 2004

Posting this because it needs to be said. Occasionally I will be posting my artwork here. Sometimes you will see nudity. I will not apologize for showing naked bodies here, especially naked bodies of make-believe people who do not exist.

Monday, February 02, 2004

Talking to a friend the other night, I realized something for the first time (probably because she pointed it out). Whenever I would initiate a conversation with her I would never ask how she was doing or talk about the weather or a million other mundane things. 99% of the time I would talk to her about the game we are both involved in (DragonRealms). I was a bit taken aback by this revelation but, thinking on it, she was absolutely correct. It got me to thinking about a few things.

For all of the years I have known her and talked to her online, I realized I did not really know her. This is as much my fault as anything. I think I, subconsciously, stuck to "safe" and familiar topics because I did not really know her that well. By doing that I wasn't exactly getting to know her better. I have to wonder if it was some kind of subconscious attempt to keep from exposing too much of myself. Now that I am aware of what I was doing, I'm doing everything I can to remedy that. I always knew she was a brilliant, funny and beautiful lady and I look forward to getting to know more about her.

There is a point to all of this (finally you say). I started wondering how many of us do this? How many of us spend years talking to someone and never really get to know them or allow them to know us? How many of us stick to safe and familiar topics in order to keep others at bay and not allow them to know the real us? If you do it too, why do you think that is?

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

People over 30 should be dead

Just an email gem :)

People over 30 should be dead. Here's why ............

According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, or even maybe the early 70's probably shouldn't have survived. Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, ... and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.) As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors! We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgotthe brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. NO CELL PHONES!!!!! Unthinkable!

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms. We had friends! We went outside and found them.

We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt. We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents?

We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it. We made up games withsticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors! Tests were not adjusted for any reason. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

And you're one of them! Congratulations! Please pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good !!!!!

People under 30 are WIMPS !

14 things it took 50 years to learn

1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.

2. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be "meetings."

3. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness."

4. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.

5. You should not confuse your career with your life.

6. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.

7. Never lick a steak knife.

8. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip.

9. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time.

10. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.

11. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven.

12. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age,
gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above-average drivers.

13. A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. (This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.)

14. Your friends love you anyway.


Thought for the day:

Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic.

And no, you don't have to forward this to anyone in order for your Life to take on new meaning...

(I love this one)

Some people are like Slinkies... not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.

A fun little thing



create your own visited states map
or write about it on the open travel guide

Wednesday, January 21, 2004

Quiz Night(mare)

Because I can't sleep.


Made by the fine folks at
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Which Cancer Causing Agent are you?



What is Your Destiny? by Valcion
Name
Color
Birthday
DestinyReluctant Hero
Date when you fufill your destinyJanuary 2, 2008
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asphyxiation



Your Freaky Fetish Is Asphyxiation!


Definition: having your breathing deprived

In this case for heightened orgasm

Usually done alone, but sometimes with a partner

Bottom line - you're one kinky mofo!!



What's Your Freaky Fetish?

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magicmushrooms



You are Magic Mushrooms!


You don't mind taking a little mind trip - even if it leaves you with a ripped up stomach.

You're keen on sitting back and checking out the visuals. Or talking with your cat.

And you're up for the orgasmic powers of shrooms, as soon as your lover stops looking like an alien.



What Drug Are You?

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Sunday, January 18, 2004

Because I'm a sheep

phoenix
You are a PHOENIX in your soul and your
wings make a statement. Huge and born of flame,
they burn with light and power and rebirth.
Ashes fall from your wingtips. You are an
amazingly strong person. You survive, even
flourish in adversity and hardship. A firm
believer in the phrase, 'Whatever doesn't kill
you only makes you stronger,' you rarely fear
failure. You know that any mistake you make
will teach you more about yourself and allow
you to 'rise from the ashes' as a still greater
being. Because of this, you rarely make the
same mistake twice, and are not among the most
forgiving people. You're extremely powerful and
wise, and are capable of fierce pride, passion,
and anger. Perhaps you're this way because you
were forced to survive a rough childhood. Or
maybe you just have a strong grasp on reality
and know that life is tough and the world is
cruel, and it takes strength and independence
to survive it. And independence is your
strongest point - you may care for others, and
even depend on them...but when it comes right
down to it, the only one you need is yourself.
Thus you trust your own intuition, and rely on
a mind almost as brilliant as the fire of your
wings to guide you.You are eternal and because
you have a strong sense of who and what you
are, no one can control your heart or mind, or
even really influence your thinking. A symbol
of rebirth and renewal, you tend to be a very
spiritual person with a serious mind - never
acting immature and harboring a superior
disgust of those who do. Likewise, humanity's
stupidity and tendency to want others to solve
their problems for them frustrates you
endlessly. Though you can be stubborn,
outspoken, and haughty, I admire you greatly.


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Friday, January 16, 2004

For whom the bell tolls....

Three young candidates for the priesthood are told by the Monsignor they have to pass one more test: The Celibacy Test. The Monsignor leads them into a room, and tells them to undress, and a small bell is tied to each man's penis.

In comes a beautiful woman, wearing a sexy belly-dancer costume. She begins to dance sensually around the first candidate. Even before she has begun to remove her veils:

*Ting-a-ling* goes the little bell...

"Oh Patrick," says the Monsignor, "I am so disappointed in your complete lack of self-control. Go take a long, cold shower and pray about your carnal weakness."

As Patrick leaves, the dancer then continues, slowly dancing around the second candidate and peeling off her layers of veils. As the last veil drops:

*Ting-a-ling* goes the bell...

"Joseph, Joseph," sighs the Monsignor. "You too are unable to withstand your carnal desires. Go take a long, cold shower and pray for forgiveness"

The dancer then proceeds to dance her sensuous dance around the third candidate. Slowly around him she dances, now devoid of all of her veils, but the third candidate remains unmoved.

"James, my son, I am truly proud of you," says the Monsignor. "Only you have the true strength of character needed to become a great priest. Now, go and join your weaker brethren in the shower".

*Ting-a-ling*

Hello

To christen the new blog, a quiz I borrowed from my friend Kate's blog.

Wind
You are guided by the wind. You obey your impulses.
You are the kind of person that is always comng
up with ideas that would be fun, yet somewhat
destructive. (Rate my test)


What force is your soul?
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