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Entries from October 2006

ARRGH

October 31, 2006 · No Comments

was looking for something else and found this instead:

I hear he’s out there somewhere
Been looking for him everywhere
From Rosweld to Timbuck too I thought I found him once at a jiffy lube
But it turned into a dead end so I got my oil changed and I tried again
He was a major in archeology
I was digging on him but he wasn’t on me
A girl trying to find herself the perfect man is like trying to find Atlantis

It’s a mystery like the deep blue sea
You can take it you can leave it but I still believe
So I won’t give up and I won’t give in
I know I’m gonna find him I just don’t know when
A girl trying to find herself the perfect man is like trying to find Atlantis

I met a mystic down in Memphis we stood at the foot of the pyramid
He had me looking east - He had me looking west
Then he showed me a map and said I wish you the best
There was Elvis not the real one
When told me good bye he called me hun
Just another shot in the dark like Eldorado or Noah’s ark
A girl trying to find herself the perfect man is like trying to find Atlantis

It’s a mystery like the deep blue sea
You can take it you can leave it but I still believe
So I won’t give up and I won’t give in
I know I’m gonna find him I just don’t know when
A girl trying to find herself the perfect man is like trying to find Atlantis


Categories: He said She said · Life

STAR- train wreck with a heart of gold

October 31, 2006 · No Comments

Yes I read it. It was a quick read when I should have been reading something more substantial. I couldn’t put it down, it was so good in its badness. Utter trash of the best kind. (Which pretty much defines Star)
Both the ghost writer and the editor should have sat her down and made her listen to reason. Its very, well, dumb.
Some Gems:

“plague of locusts to ruin their erotic picnic”

“when a list meets d cup”

It read in a “So there I was minding my own business and I just couldn’t say no.” kind of way. A great read when you are floating on a raft with nothing else to do.

Categories: Brain Candy · GAMBLE

Ten reasons I don’t want a tattoo

October 30, 2006 · 3 Comments

  1. It hurts.
  2. What is that ink made out of? Not sure I want it in my skin?
  3. I could never pick something cool enough.
  4. It’s permanent.
  5. I could wind up with a really ugly mistake if the artist can’t do it right.
  6. Everyone else is doing it and I like to be different.
  7. I like variety, its forever.
  8. How would I ever decide where to put it?
  9. How do we know I’m not allergic and won’t have a really horrible reaction?
  10. It wouldn’t match everything.
  11. It hurts.

Categories: Brain Candy

Small town Saturday

October 28, 2006 · 1 Comment

I had a great day. First weekend in a long time I was home all weekend. I had two parties to go to, but with the cough I picked up last weekend I didn’t want to scare anyone and didn’t go to either. I know, I know I need to get out and meet people, but no one wants to hear me cough and I was afraid if I went to the party last night I wouldn’t have energy to do what I needed to do today.

Today OS called me and woke me up wanting to go running. I said NO, and about five minutes later when I was really awake, I called her back and said yes. I made her do the hill, all the way over and down the other side and back up. That’ll learn her to wake me up. :P We talked about the sewing we need to get done before Estrella, which is like 3.5 months from now. Since I’m not the best person to sit down and sew, it will take that long.

I had told my parents I’d come clean their travel trailer and finish the painting and wall papering. My dad bought it from a man that built it himself. Its pretty neat, needs a truck with a hitch in the middle of the bed to pull it though. It has a real bathroom with a tiny tub, shower and has room to change in there. Sleeps four, or six if you really like each other. It has stairs going up to a private bedroom with a queen bed and the table area of course makes into beds as well.

My mom caught me up on all the latest gossip. I know who needs killin, who is a bad mom, who moved back to Arkansas, who might get custody of their kids and who has a really good job. Who can’t measure, and plopped their trailer down too close to the road so it’s an eyesore and who is having problems with their domestic bliss. I alternated between offering advice which won’t be taken and biting my tongue so I wouldn’t say something way inappropriate. My tongue got away from me at one point and I suggested that they take out life insurance on one person who is worse than deadbeat. “Well,” I said “he’s got health issues and doesn’t take care of himself and at least eventually he will do somebody some good.” They just kind of looked at me. “Was that mean,” I said? I didn’t mean it mean, I’m just sayin at least his wife who works two jobs while he drinks would eventually have a retirement plan. Guess you had to be there.

I don’t offer much information about what’s going on with me, just answer questions I’m asked. I don’t’ want to be gossip fodder, if its bad, or make them worry. I hope they don’t’ feel sorry for me. I have everything I want except a significant other. And I have so much love in my life that that is only a small matter. I don’t like to brag, so I rarely share the good either. And somethings would just make them shake their heads. After a couple hours, I asked if there was any good news and mom said, “Well if there is, I haven’t heard it.”

I cooked vegetable soup and chili and cornbread. My dad’s easy to please these days. Make cornbread, cook, smile, clean something.

I cleaned everything with Murphy’s oil soap, and cleaned the kitchen and bathroom. The stove and refrigerator are harvest gold, so that kind of dates it. I finished wallpapering the bathroom with some interesting fish wall paper and carpet freshed the carpet and vacuumed. Washed the sheets and curtains and fixed it up.

Its interesting to wallpaper by yourself. I use something called prepz, which is a combination snot and cake glaze. Cold, slimy and the best way to coat the wallpaper is to just smear it everywhere so I ended up with it all over me.

I always have a dilemma when I go to my parents to work, do I shower first knowing I’m going to end up yukky, or not shower and know I’m going to have to run to town and see people I went to school with looking like I don’t bath or brush my hair. I opted for the no bathe/hairbrush look and only ran into one person I went to school with, I went down another isle and didn’t’ make eye contact.

Seriously, about a year ago I was in the one of two stores in the town and ran into the cutest cowboy I ever saw. Tall, thin, big blue eyes, he started talking to me, so excited to see me. I don’t have a clue who he was. Dangit. He sure remembered me.

I came home, took OS a camera so she could take pictures of the scary brain cake, opted out of my sister’s hay ride/skeet shoot and took a long bubble bath, lit all the candles in the house, and made a smoothie. Oh the exciting life I lead. I’m not allowed to watch TV cause I can’t watch horror movies and I’ve been threatened with a v-chip by someone who cares if I sleep or not if I watch any more scary stuff. So I’m fixing to watch a McGyver marathon and have sweet dreams.

Categories: He said She said · Life

Just in case you wondered

October 27, 2006 · No Comments

The Zinc Echinacea lozenges work, even though they haven’t been “clinicaly” proven to work. It is now possible to breath without coughing. but, they do make your taste buds all funny so that everything tastes like metal.

Categories: Life · Random stuff

BAAA

October 27, 2006 · No Comments

So, stolen from, Robin and Kat, who stole it from Sara, who stole it from Bub and Pie . . .

1. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out
of existence. Which one will it be?Wow. Only one? Hmmm. I’ll take two out, Madonna and the Dixie Chicks.

2. You have the opportunity to sleep with the movie celebrity of your
choice. We are talking no-strings-attached sex and it can only happen
once. Who is the lucky celebrity of your choice?

Matthew Mcconaughey.

3. You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your
choice. Who do you pick?

Harry Connick Jr. is going to be so tired. But if he’s busy I’ll take Chris Isaak.
4. Now that you’ve slept with two different people in a row, you seem
to be having an excellent day because you just came across a
hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy shit, a hundred bucks! How
are you gonna spend it?

Stuff for the blender probably, or bills.
5. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart
right now. Where are you gonna go?

Roatan Island.
6. Upon arrival to the aforementioned location, you get off the plane
and discover another hundred-dollar bill. Shit! Now that you are in
the new location, what are you gonna do?

Pay for snorkeling, shrimp and other fun things.
7. The Angel of Death has descended upon you. Fortunately, the Angel
of Death is pretty cool and in a good mood, and it offers you a
half-hour to do whatever you want before you bite it. Whatcha gonna do
in that half-hour?

I’d write those letters.

8. You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good,
and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of
your choice! What’s it gonna be?

I like melting metal, but Healing would be better.

9. You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can
only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you
like to experience again?

only half an hour? I’d pick a Friday night when I was little and my grand parent’s were alive. Or anytime the first six-seven months after Isaac was born, That whole time period was like heaven on earth.
10. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth.
You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and
what are you going to do when you get there?

Alaska, and walk across the Bearing Strait.
11. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Well, I’ve got a particular do over I’d just love to forget.
12. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling
heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check
out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!
Bitchin’! What country are you going to live in now?

France or Italy.
13. The constant absorption of magical moonbeams mixed with the
radioactive vegetables you consumed earlier has given you the ability
to resurrect the dead famous-person of your choice. So which celebrity
will you bring back to life?

I don’t want that power, it would alter the universe to much.

14. What’s your theme song? I need more than one,

I Take My Chances, Wind Beneath My Wings

Categories: Life

Open letter to Asa Hutchinson

October 27, 2006 · 3 Comments

Usually I like to be neutral, but sometimes I just can’t.

Well, I was going to vote for Asa but I’m not now. And it’s because he listened to someone who thought it would be a good idea to feature cute kids and nasty dirty political tactics in ads instead of SAYING what he is for and what he will do. I had doubts based on his (Asa’s) behavior when he was in Washington but was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. I think you underestimate the intelligence of the voting public. I’ve talked to several people and we all agree, you need to stop slinging mud, and start having a campaign based on values. Just pick some. But whining like a sixth grader that Mike Beebe doesn’t play fair makes you sound weak and lazy.

You need to stop the smears. Clean yourself up and present the facts. What do you stand for? What will you do? Consider Mike Huckabee. He had a chance to be really ugly when Jim Guy Tucker wouldn’t step down. But no, he remained a man of integrity and held his ground with dignity. Don’t lower your self to the level of the lowest common denominator. Prove you are a man who deserves to be Governor.

And in case any Mike Beebe fans are out there smirking, consider this, you need to grow up too and give us a reason to choose your team. And smear tactics and sweet old grandpas worried about their grand-kids doesn’t cut it. We want facts, not smoke and mirrors.

Categories: Life

Stained Glass

October 25, 2006 · 2 Comments

stainglassquilts.jpgWell after years of wanting to, thinking about it and talking about it, I finally got to take a stained glass class last night. Judy and I were the only ones in the class and it was a whole lot of fun.

We didn’t have to do a crazy hummingbird or cat sun catcher either. We did do a sun catcher but it was something I won’t mind hanging in my house. We got to pick our own glass for the project which is a lot like picking out fabric. Judy told the guy he’d made a mistake letting us pick cause it would take a while to touch it all and see what all was available. I can spend hours in the fabric store dreaming, the colors and textures offer so many possibilities. The same is true with glass. The colors and textures offer opportunities for all sorts of combinations. .

Not surprisingly, Judy chose blue and I chose red and purple. Also not surprisingly, I worked quicker but wasn’t as precise. Judy worked slower, but hers was a more accurate cut. We learned how to use patterns in different ways, mark, cut, and sand the products. I learned that the more accurate you cut, the less sanding involved. Also, I’m pretty good with a sander.

They had old rock on the satellite radio and it was relaxing. The guy said we were allowed to talk, but we were both concentrating so hard on the project that we didn’t talk much. Non sono venuto giocare.

It wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be and soldering is cool! I’m going to have to make lots of stuff now, cause the power of melting metal is incredible. That may be my superpower, instead of flying.

I have most of the supplies to make stained glass at home, just didn’t know how to use them. So now I can get started on that. Judy wants to make glass beads next. I think I’ll stick with stained glass, making some smaller objects and working up to windows.

The shop is located on Kavanaugh, but its moving to West Little Rock after the first of the year. They want more room to do more bead making as they have classes on that and are open for the public to come in and use their tools. They also do the bigger blown glass objects. I think it would be cool to do dishes, glassware, etc.

Categories: Life

arrgh

October 23, 2006 · No Comments

 
You scored as Captain Jack Sparrow. Roguish,quick-witted, and incredibly lucky, Jack Sparrow is a pirate who sometimes ends up being a hero, against his better judgement. Captain Jack looks out for #1, but he can be counted on (usually) to do the right thing. He has an incredibly persuasive tongue, a mind that borders on genius or insanity, and an incredible talent for getting into trouble and getting out of it. Maybe its brains, maybe its genius, or maybe its just plain luck. Or maybe a mixture of all three.

Captain Jack Sparrow
 
75%
Lara Croft
 
71%
The Amazing Spider-Man
 
71%
William Wallace
 
67%
Neo, the “One”
 
63%
Indiana Jones
 
63%
Maximus
 
58%
The Terminator
 
58%
James Bond, Agent 007
 
58%
El Zorro
 
46%
Batman, the Dark Knight
 
29%

Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0
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Categories: Brain Candy

Are they really a girl’s best friend?

October 18, 2006 · No Comments

Was searching for Diamond Wars info last week and found this:

Ten Reasons Why You Should Never Accept a Diamond Ring from Anyone, Under Any Circumstances

By Liz Stanton, CPE Staff Economist

1. You’ve Been Psychologically Conditioned To Want a Diamond

The diamond engagement ring is a 63-year-old invention of N.W.Ayer advertising agency. The De Beers diamond cartel contracted N.W.Ayer to create a demand for what are, essentially, useless hunks of rock.

 

2. Diamonds are Priced Well Above Their Value

The De Beers cartel has systematically held diamond prices at levels far greater than their abundance would generate under anything even remotely resembling perfect competition. All diamonds not already under its control are bought by the cartel, and then the De Beers cartel carefully managed world diamond supply in order to keep prices steadily high.

 

3. Diamonds Have No Resale or Investment Value

Any diamond that you buy or receive will indeed be yours forever: De Beers’ advertising deliberately brain-washed women not to sell; the steady price is a tool to prevent speculation in diamonds; and no dealer will buy a diamond from you. You can only sell it at a diamond purchasing center or a pawn shop where you will receive a tiny fraction of its original “value.”

 

4. Diamond Miners are Disproportionately Exposed to HIV/AIDS

Many diamond mining camps enforce all-male, no-family rules. Men contract HIV/AIDS from camp sex-workers, while women married to miners have no access to employment, no income outside of their husbands and no bargaining power for negotiating safe sex, and thus are at extremely high risk of contracting HIV.

 

5. Open-Pit Diamond Mines Pose Environmental Threats

Diamond mines are open pits where salts, heavy minerals, organisms, oil, and chemicals from mining equipment freely leach into ground-water, endangering people in nearby mining camps and villages, as well as downstream plants and animals.

 

6. Diamond Mine-Owners Violate Indigenous People’s Rights

Diamond mines in Australia, Canada, India and many countries in Africa are situated on lands traditionally associated with indigenous peoples. Many of these communities have been displaced, while others remain, often at great cost to their health, livelihoods and traditional cultures.

 

7. Slave Laborers Cut and Polish Diamonds

More than one-half of the world’s diamonds are processed in India where many of the cutters and polishers are bonded child laborers. Bonded children work to pay off the debts of their relatives, often unsuccessfully. When they reach adulthood their debt is passed on to their younger siblings or to their own children.

 

8. Conflict Diamonds Fund Civil Wars in Africa

There is no reliable way to insure that your diamond was not mined or stolen by government or rebel military forces in order to finance civil conflict. Conflict diamonds are traded either for guns or for cash to pay and feed soldiers.

Categories: Life