tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257214862011-06-19T17:40:54.467-05:00I know you can only see me as a vision.Green-Eyed Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10105871354511197915noreply@blogger.comBlogger2971100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721486.post-33484331656443280162009-04-28T15:33:00.001-05:002009-04-28T15:33:54.168-05:00

Swine flu is somehow scarier with a funky '70s beat.

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Are you watching this? The Cougar? What a steaming pile of crap. I only watched the first half of the first show and then the recording cut off for some reason (don't think I'll be needing that Season Pass). In that time, I learned about Stacey, the younger-man-seeking 40-year-old:She got married at 16, yet says this show is the craziest thing she's ever done. WTF?She got the producers to skip

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We got a sweet kitten, Violet, and a sweet new camera. Man, I wish I'd had this years ago...

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Nothing like a band of fiery diamonds to warm up an icy week. The hints had been flying fast and furious, and I was certain a proposal was forthcoming for my birthday. Surprise -- it came early. Which is AWESOME, because I hate waiting, and my attempts to pretend I didn't get the hints were lame.So ... Yes!! (That's what she said. Heh.)I couldn't be happier. Thanks for everything, and everything

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Our president, saying his goodbyes to the office before flying out to California:"Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Happy Hanukkah! Greetings of the Season! Cheers! Happy Kwanzii, Kwanzaa..."Turns to only black employee in the office:"How do you say Happy Kwanzaa? ... Happy? ... Kwanzaa? ... "We're all pitching in to get him an HR rep this year.

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The posts NorthwestObserver finds on his local Craigslist Missed Connections make me laugh so I checked out our local list. I wonder what these two brought along the lane-dodger for? Did they need him to help them carry lumber out of Lowe's? Are they in the middle of a huge remodeling job? Were they on the way to a movie and just didn't think they could make it without peeing their pants so they

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I vaguely remember a Friends episode about Joey and a glass of fat. Somebody was trying to bribe him to drink it, or he was trying to get paid to drink it, or something. What a stupid show. I thought of it over Thanksgiving. I was cooking stuffing -- chopping, stirring, sauteeing, just cooking up a storm, and I grabbed my coffee cup and dumped the last of the pot in. Did a little more stirring

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Duh. Pilot! How did he earn this crown, you are asking. I shall tell you. On top of all the undivided attention, unconditional love, sense of adventure, dirty jokes and hours of debating whenever I get the urge -- which is very, very often -- he bought me a house. And I don't mean he put a down payment on one. He paid off the mortgage I took on last year. Bought. The House. Whoa.That was the last

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I think I'm going to sound like a rich bitch when I tell you that in a few hours we are flying ourselves down to our condo in Florida for a well-deserved vacation. Oh, well! That's how we roll. But I'm really not that big of a bitch.I am so thankful for my wonderful life, especially the negative test results I got today, getting to see my Gan while we're in Florida and the fact that my love and I

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Why can't we have entertaining commercials like this here in the U.S.?

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So I'm reading about which cities are best to ride out the recession and I get to Baltimore. Yay, I love Baltimore! But wait ... the picture is of Fell's Point and The Greene Turtle! The bar where I met a hot guy to love and adore me and have adventures with me for the rest of my life! Obviously, a quite smart and charming person wrote this article. I approve.

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I took this moments before I walked into the bar where I would meet my love. I've always enjoyed this picture. The green door, the blue door and the snow at the end of the little alley are fresh and soothing. Why my friend and I decided on Baltimore as our February vacation destination, I can no longer remember. It may have had something to do with a cheap flight. And we almost cancelled the day

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She is, thank heavens! Well played, Grace. The peek-a-boo shoes? socks? counterbalance the winged mask. You have to show a bit of skin, after all, and that get-up would definitely give a girl sweat trails between her boobs and down her crack. But what I really, reeeeaaaaalllly want to know is ...WHAT is in her bag? It's big enough to hold a skull. That's my best guess.

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Yesterday, I was walking past a women's clinic. Actually, I was walking on the other side of the street, but the group of people standing outside the clinic with signs around their necks caught my attention. I'd walked by a week ago and saw two people there with signs saying, "pray to end abortion." They were indeed praying, very quietly, on the sidewalk. At the time, I assumed it was an isolated

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The last month, plus a little more, has been busy, busy with travel. Just the way we like it. I've got lots of fun pictures from all over, but for the moment, these are a few from our trip to Niagara Falls. It has been on my list of destinations I must reach before I die. And now I have! The falls themselves are incredible, as expected, but the whole area is gorgeous, which I did not realize. We

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Apparently, I am crooked, because I think that building is pretty straight. I imagine hanging there, washing one mirrored window after another, looking down on the city and the ant people, would be a great place to ponder life.

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I am absolutely enamored of my new word find. Snuggery. I'd never heard or read it before until I came across it in a 100-year-old book I just read. A woman retreated to her snuggery for some quality solitary time. Then, last night, I was watching a show on Jefferson Davis and heard about how he and his wife would go into their snuggery to talk and have privacy. Isn't it a beautiful word? We must

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If you know one fact at Yankees Stadium, let it be this:Mets Suck!Don't worry, you will have plenty of reminders, especially if you sit with the Bleacher Creatures. These, um, creatures will school you in the finer points of Yankeedom, and burn an image of the Bronx into your brain as they do it that you will never forget.Are the Yankees playing the Mets? No! It doesn't matter! Mets suck!!!!For

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You know you're blessed when your biggest problem is that you HATE the professional photos that were taken of you for your company's new Web site. It seems that I am to be presented as a lipsticked potato. Albino potato. Blech. Everyone else hates theirs too, so I'm in good company. One is even letting me pick which photo of theirs will go up; they can't bear to do it. Why are we so hard on

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Order address labels with our address for PilotOrder bone-shaped tag for doggyBalance checkbookFill gas tankFind photo software to re-install on new computerMake grocery list (note double list action)Research upcoming 5KsGo to ATMTa-DAH!

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It never happened. It will shock you how much it never happened. -- Don Draper

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My friend at work has had us all losing it over this cake today. Her friend ordered a tasteful, patriotic cake for his Olympics opening ceremonies party. Just the simple rings. Nothing fancy. Nothing difficult. This is what he got from the lovely folks at Kroger. Note the punctuation. And the other punctuation. There's so little going on, yet so very much. The laughing has died down now, but

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A few days ago, Pilot and I were hanging out on Bardstown Road and came across a little art car show. The Ville is an art car hot bed. I think some people believe it supports the Keep Louisville Weird motto that we stole from Austin, but I don't think it's that weird. I see them out on the road almost every day. Some of these at the show were from out of state. To be weird, wouldn't it have to be

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Here's the best idea I've seen in a long time. Yes, yes, yes. Let's segregate the crying, kicking, snotting kids from the rest of us who are there to get a job done: Get through the damned line. It's a bit late for me, but it'll still make my life easier for those times when I'm not flying private or flying commercial with Pilot and going through the bypass line. But I don't see the part about

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Watching the Golden Girls will be bittersweet now that Sophia's gone. One of the great TV moms. I'll be having a slice of cheesecake in honor of a damned funny lady.

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Some friends invited us to their house on Rough River this weekend. We had a wonderful time and it was a perfect getaway from the craziness that has overtaken us. I learned:Water skiing is not for me. I never thought it would be. I was right. I could not get up on those things.Jet skiing is scary and fun -- two great things that go great together. But getting on a jet ski with a 13-year-old boy

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Sunset in Providence, R.I.Providence: noun. Divine guidance or care.During our relationship, Pilot and I have already dealt with most of the big life-changing events. Just about everything, I think, except having a baby -- and neither of us is going to let that happen. We've seen divorce, illness, more money, less money, buying a house, moving, selling a house, a long-distance relationship,

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more cat pictures

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We broke in a new state. Then we took a break for sightseeing. New Hampshire is cool, green and quite lovely in the summertime. We took the Winnipesaukee & Pemigewasset train to Weirs Beach on Lake Winnipesaukee. Say that three times fast. It was bike week, so the sights were plentiful. Coincidentally, I saw a lady riding this bike later in the day in another town. We noticed an acute lack of

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Northwest Airlines wrote to ask me whether I might be interested in using my accumulated miles, which have been sitting stagnant for years, to get a bunch of free magazines. Hmm. Since I now fly free wherever, whenever, I guess. Well, yes. Yes, I would! But are they really free? There must be a handling fee for each one or something. Nope. Free. I already get tons of magazines: cooking magazines,

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Nice. I'm glancing over the home page of the local newspaper and see a headline mentioning a street right next to mine and a hunt for a serial rapist. It seems the police have used DNA evidence to tie at least four previous rapes in my neighborhood over the last few years to one that occurred one street over last week. I didn't know about any of this. I already don't -- and wouldn't -- leave any

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A few days ago, I reached a milestone in the business that I started a few months ago. It really made me see how I am building a foundation and can grow this into something substantial. Then, a couple of days later, I got very, very good news regarding my full-time job. Now I'm on the lookout for that third piece of good work-related news. Man, I feel so esteemed and partially self-actualized. A

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My parents are visiting this week. We've been bonding over food, number one. Even though we haven't spent that much time together here in the Ville, I think it is important to create traditions that are tied to this place. This has been my home for almost 10 years, after all. Both of them still struggle with moving so far away from the rest of the family all those years ago (that's my mom's

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I went to a talk by Christiane Amanpour last week at the Kentucky Center. That woman is tough as nails and possibly fearless. Or, probably not, actually. If she were fearless, she probably would have done something stupid in a war zone somewhere and gotten seriously injured or killed. But she could have gone on for another hour or two and I would have stayed to listen. She's just a hair's breadth

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Pilot told me the other day that one of the things he appreciates about me is that I'm not sick all the time, like other chicks. It's true. I'm one pretty healthy old girl, most of the time. Point being, he's observed, and so have I, that a large number of females are incessantly going on about all their ailments. Really, that is the most interesting thing they can think of to talk about? Damn.

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Life is busy and hectic, what can I say? This past weekend, we finally got to take a bit of a break from business and family business. We did the Doggy Derby fundraiser for the Kentucky Humane Society with some friends and I am proud that our team raised around $300 for KHS, one of my favorite causes. It was a beautiful morning and the dogs were out of their minds with all the butt sniffing. We

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Don't bet more than you can afford to lose and don't take any mint juleps from shady characters!Have fun!!!

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This past weekend, Pilot and I had the pleasure of visiting the famous Moosewood Cafe in Ithaca, New York. This was quite a far cry from our last adventure to NYC and Club 21. Ithaca reminded me so much of Iowa, what with the freezing cold air, the snow on the ground and the college kids in their ragged clothing. When I was going to school at Grinnell College in Grinnell, Iowa, questioners would

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at least I didn't make a MYSPACE page for my DOG.That is just beyond stupid on so many levels.

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Last night, Pilot and I went to a super fun St. Patty's Day Texas Hold 'Em tournament with friends. Man, was the food good, and normally that would be more than enough for me.But I WON! I won the whole thing! Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! I think some of those boys were a little miffed at being beat by a girl, but it turned Pilot on, so I won again! The luck of the Irish is with me this week.

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Your Luck Quotient: 69%You have a high luck quotient.More often than not, you've felt very lucky in your life.You may be randomly lucky, but it's probably more than that.Optimistic and open minded, you take advantage of all the luck that comes your way.How Lucky Are You?

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Mm, I have the leftovers of this original creation waiting for me at home. I threw it together last night from treasures found in the refrigerator and pantry. I'll probably never be able to make it this perfectly again, but you must try it. Again I say: mm. I call it "Spicy Chicken and Shrimp with Chipotle Cheddar Grits."Heat 1 Tablespoon olive oil in large skillet. Add one onion, diced, and

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The big news this week is that I lived another year. Yup, yesterday was my birthday. It was celebrated with mass quantities of fat, sugar and calories in the form of cakes and such. Plus other good, good stuff. I don't look 39? Aw, shucks. Yer sweet. Anyhoo. It was an eventful year and all-around BIG. Stuff I did in it:Took Mr. Grumbles to the vet approx. 12,000 times.Baked many a cake.Cried a

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I got notice today that I'll get to go my third exclusive (and free!) concert at our local public radio station. Pilot and I will be at a very intimate show by A Fine Frenzy! The shows by The Black Keys and Damien Rice were amazing, not to mention all the other free shows I've been to, or the shows I've bought tickets for after hearing about them from the station. I've learned so much about music

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Hurry home and get yer birthday lovin, touchin and squeezin

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Would you freaking get on board with Scientology, already, so Tom Cruise can go on vacation? Be fair. Does he have to do EVERYTHING? There are THINGS to be done. This THING and that THING. THINGS, ya know? Like possibly editing this video down from 9 minutes to about 2? That would be 7 more minutes that Tom could be doing THINGS. Come ON.

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I feel like ranting.Read this.While I'm thrilled to know that another country's legal system has gotten as screwed up as ours (hellllooooooo, Canada!), here's a more direct way to stick it to drug dealers financially than a civil suit.Don't buy drugs from 'em.You didn't like being in a coma? Poor thing. You might not be able to have kids? Luckily for us, you came out of it so you could grace us

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Your Candy Heart Says "First Kiss"You're a true romantic who brings an innocent hope to each new relationship.You see the good in every person you date, and you relish each step of falling in love.Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a romantic dinner your sweetie cooks for youYour flirting style: friendly and sweetWhat turns you off: cynics who don't believe in romanceWhy you're hot: you always keep

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I was recently told I look like Elaine on Seinfeld. I quite enjoyed it.A site full of photos of celebrities without makeup confused me. The celebs looked fabulous mostly because of their eye makeup. Some of them have ghastly skin and you gotta cover that up if you have it (I don't), but now I feel like I need to start wearing a ton of eye makeup. Who has the time? And it gets smeary.I have a cat

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I do. Duh.I'm just back from my xmas present -- a whirlwind trip to New York City. We visited my brother and sis-in-law and my nephew, who is the cutest, best baby EVER. That face even melted Pilot a bit, and he's less of a kid person than I am. I'm making everyone look at the pictures. We stayed in a beautiful hotel on 6th Ave., a couple of blocks from Central Park, which, as you know, is one of

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Thought about doing a year-end, New Year post, but I've been vacationing and enjoying spending less time with the computer. Suffice it to say that last year was, as predicted, fabulous, and I have no doubt that 2008 will be even better. OMG!We're starting it off with a bang. Pilot is taking me on a super-secret trip and I cannot WAIT to find out what we're doing! I also cannot believe he hasn't

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Songs that have sirens in them. Or, I don't hate the songs, but I hate that when I'm rocking out in the car, and I hear the sirens, it gets me EVERY TIME. "Oh! Wait, where is it...I gotta...awwwww ;^%$@!" I am such a dork. A mad dork. But it did lead me to find this gem. Remember when cool gents and ladies could jump on the stage and dance without getting beat? Are those clowns part of the art,

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Number of new social networking/collaboration/Web 2.0 sites I've been compelled to join and participate in this week, for business purposes. Which caused me to emphatically reject the invitations I got to join two others for social/entertainment purposes. Double ugh. Really starting to resent online life.

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My company hired a woman about a month ago, and we hit it off immediately. We just clicked and laugh our asses off when we're together -- we have the same ridiculous, naughty sense of humor and outlook. Anyhoo, she came to one of my parties, and I went to one of hers, where we realized, while talking to another one of her girlfriends, that we were destined to meet. She and her husband know Pilot,

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He's tagged me for five things you don't know about me.I have an unhealthy fascination with Raven-Symone. She's like the tiny progeny of Oprah and Martha Stewart. Girl knows how to fix stuff and make stuff, and she does it like I do -- haphazardly and without planning it out first. And if there's a bit of glue or thread or whatever showing, who cares??? Love her.I'm very good at knowing what I

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Send one of these.Almost makes me wish I had a loved one in prison. Oh well. Can't have everything.

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I'm grateful for:Love notesHaving plans on Halloween night so we don't have to fool with the trick or treatersHalloween candyReading success storiesBeing a success storyPink scarvesRed bootsA garage for my carThe view from the high roadBack rubsSleeping inHedonism

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Mind your own beeswax.Get it?

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Right around the time that I got separated this time last year, my ex and I had a very special trip planned to the British Virgin Islands with friends. After discussions, it was decided that only one of the two us should go, and somehow I decided that he should go and I should stay home. I can't tell you now why I thought that was the right decision. Yes, he did go. I didn't. It's bothered me

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I'm going to see these boys:and these boys!:

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We went to the Bluegrass Balloon Festival this weekend. It was a blast. Have you seen the biggest cow in the world? Here she is, Chuggles. The next morning Moon, meet balloon.

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At Beef O'Brady's. What a revolting name for a restaurant. Gives me a vivid mental picture of an obese, sweaty man with food stains on his t-shirt, laboring over a gigantic bowl of meat. No, make that a wifebeater. His forehead is creased. He's constipated. I don't know. It's just what I picture.I also have not entered, nor will I, a Dress Barn. Who are you calling a cow? Or am I supposed to be a

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Next time, may I suggest that you get out of the mile-long drive-through line at Chick-fil-A. You can park and walk a few yards inside, where it is just me and the nice lady behind the counter. You can order right away, like me. You can get your food right away, like me. Then we could enjoy our delicious chicken sandwiches and strawberry shakes together. And your butts might be a smidge less big.

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O-tay. Another one bites the dust.I am in love with Facebook. IN luuuuuurrrrrrvvvvvvvve. That MySpace shiznit gives me seizures. For real? Facebook is clean, easy and dreamy. My friends, my work peeps, blogging, music, pics, books, podcasts, lists, games, messaging, OMG, I can't get enough.I'm sure in a few weeks I'll lay off it a bit, but don't get between me and my Facebook now, brother. Just

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Yay, me! I'm all moved into my new house, I've got most of my stuff unpacked, and I even know what day is garbage day on my street. Pilot gave me a super-nice lawnmower, so I'm gonna go get him a hammock for him to lie in after he mows my lawn. hehehe

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Can't believe I caught sight of this Dubya fan in broad daylight.

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Last weekend's trip to SF was outrageous. Outrageously screwed up. Think elaborate plan, mechanic breaking plane, part not available, scrambling for commercial flight, missing BART train, missed flight, frustrated fuming (him), frustrated crying (me), and sitting around in an airport for 12 million hours, which led to pretty great conversations, so it was salvaged, as much as possible. I don't

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It wasn't supposed to be like this, was it?I wasn't looking for it. Neither was he. I was doing something else. I'd look later. I had my whole life ahead of me.Some of you know I fought it like a wild animal. It made me ill when I missed him. Damn it! My mind rebelled against itself. I ran the other way.On paper, I wouldn't have accepted it. I'm not trendy. Being a cougar is trendy. Therefore, I

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Twinkie tagged me with this lil list. Here's your trivia for the day about me, me, me.THE RULES: Elaborate on the words below, kids! Pass it on to your Blogger Friends.Accent: Pure Midwest. Born in Virginia, raised in Iowa. I'm proud to be a corn-fed Hawkeye. A touch of Kentucky might sneak in there if I'm tired.I Don't Drink: Alone. I also don't drink milk. It was squeezed out of a cow's tit and

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Pilot has a tendency to talk in his sleep. He really enunciates, too, which is helpful. The other night, he was talking about Captain Kirk, Chekov and getting more power to engines one and two. If I hadn't heard the first part, he might have been able to convince me that he was dreaming about flying a plane, but I heard what I heard, and no, I won't let him forget it. Or maybe I will, because he

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Except Twinkie, who turns the world on with her smile.Happy Birthday, Girlfriend!!!

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As I sit here eating these tasty Rainbow Iso Peanuts, it occurs to me that the Chinese like to take peanuts and wrap them in other stuff to make new peanut snacks. I admire that. Love me some peanuts.It also occurs to me that these Rainbow Iso Peanuts are well-traveled, having been manufactured in China, distributed to Hawaii, and then sent by my parents to me in the Ville. And now it occurs to

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A little beauty came to visit. Actually, it was a big beauty. You can't tell very well from the picture, but this moth was a good five inches across. It was about to die (you can see how the edges of its wings are drying). I'd never seen such a large moth live (just in museums and on TV and whatnot). I watched it in the doorway, then shooed it out, figuring it would die there and then maybe I

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Here's what set me off:One of the breakers in the breaker box in my new house is labeled "Furnis."I have to fax some papers to Mary Midget. (Actually, I was given the name over the phone, so maybe her name is Merry Midget. Let's go with that. And, yes, I kept asking the guy to repeat her name as if I couldn't understand him because it was so hilarious.)And remember Black Gold?Ahahahahahahaha

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Recent commentary on the GEG:Your middle name is vice.I go away for two weeks and you change your entire life!You're so ... specific.You're such a pain.Thanks. Now I'm gonna have to go home and beat it like it stole from me.You always smell good.You take good care of me.I thought about it and you're wrong.I think your smile could sell cars.I never thought I'd meet someone more argumentative than

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1. If I take a turn too fast and my SUV thinks it's about to tip over, it makes a frantic beeping sound. Isn't that cute?2. I am able to resist the urge to pick a fight.3. Kathy Griffin is dating Steve Wozniak? Color me jealous.

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Ladies, they're on to us being on to them. Pilot tells me that dudes are now all well aware that we don't need them and that they have to keep coming up with reasons for us to WANT them around. Oh, and they're okay with it.

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I'll soon be leaving my little apartment and moving into the beautiful house I've bought. I'll miss this place. I really will. This is where I got myself back together and started to make things happen: emotionally, mentally, socially, professionally, sexually, physically, just about every way. The beginning of my new life has been a wild ride and I can't believe it's gone by so quickly. Now me

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I'm talking about strength. Inner strength. You can't look at someone and know if they have it. But pretty much as soon as they start talking, you'll know. Or if you read their writing. Browsing through blogs and such every once in awhile, it's easy to see who has inner strength and will never give up. As opposed to who has let the world get the best of them and will never figure out how to shake

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I knew we were all getting screwed seven ways from Sunday when flying, but I've learned so much more about the operation from Pilot, and it isn't pretty. This example can be used as another reason for you to hate flying or for you to hate me. Take your pick; I don't really care.Pilot set me up to fly out of the Ville a few days ago, to LaGuardia, where I would get on the plane he was flying into

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I keep losing my voice. Not all the way, but I get that low, gravelly sound going on a regular basis. It's definitely sexy (I hear), but I can't figure out why. I don't smoke anymore and I'm not sick. My throat doesn't hurt. Do people's voices just change sometimes? Am I turning into a teenage boy? What the hell are they putting in the water these days???

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At work, we had a celebration because we've had such a great quarter and such a great year so far. Champagne and these giant cookies we always have for meetings that I would gladly solely subsist on, they are so flipping good. Are you kidding? Brilliant! A perfect diet. I love this place. Less work and more pay would be a plus, too, but still, I think I'll stay. I mean, we drink champagne.In bad/

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Don't get around to this everyday, like Oprah says, but I'll give it a go:Black coffee before lunch, Diet Coke afterHonest mechanicsA buyer's real estate marketSleeping inGood skin and a rosy hueMy momMy grandmasSelf-sufficiencyOreosThe writings of Cormac McCarthyCrazy dreams -- and someone special to tell them toAmbidextrous mousingFresh sheetsRandom acts of kindnessBack rubsMaking someone very

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Within all the info flying around about the high school reunion coming up, I read a message from Joe. I hadn't probably thought about him since we graduated, but as soon as I saw his name, the memories came right back. Joe was a rare bird. Even as a teenager, he knew himself, and if we weren't aware of it at the time, I now know that every one of us was in awe of him. He was tall, maybe 6'4" or

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So beautiful...

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All hail!

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Gross: You think I have too many shoes.Goody Goody (hand claps): You take me shopping and pick out dresses for me to try on that I never would on my own. You come in the dressing room with me so we can both see how fab I look. You can't take your eyes off me.Grr, Baby, Grr: You think I look best naked.Gross: You don't dance.Goody Goody (hand claps): You don't care if I go dancing with my fake

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