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Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Art by: Toujours
No Contest
even if no one gets me, if i'm the only one laughing at my jokes, i won't hide myself away from life. it's uncertain and it's dirty and it's fucking exciting, and i want to be a part of all of it.
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
heart full
Today on my way home from class, I stopped off at the petrol station for some petrol. I paid on my card which wasn’t a lot, and then as I was getting into my car, I saw an old man walking past the building. He had a red and green stripy jumper which was frayed at the ends. He was also wearing some jeans that were dirty and had holes all over.
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
It helped.
Jennicula,
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Blog header image by: Anima
I would like to credit the photographer and thank her for sharing her work.
something
Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life. Hold your head up high and be proud of who you are. If you've had a shitty day and you feel like people just don't want you to be happy, and when you find yourself struggling to make it through the day, just keep on believing and keep the faith. Also, from personal experience, don't push people away. When they say they want to help and that they are there for you, let them in. Believe me, I know how fucking scary that thought is, but don't shut others out.
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
Retro-spectacled
Sometimes, when you look back on stuff in your life, you know, the crap that makes you shake your head and say, "Holy shit, what the Hell was I thinking?" it's part of what makes you - you.
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
aloft
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
Electric Blue
…today I saw a ulysses butterfly it was in our yard and settled to feed on our hibiscus. They really are fantastically beautiful things, the electric blue is amazing, however as they sit with their wings closed they are rather nondescript and dull. Sometimes people are like that, from the outside they seem unappealing but within there hides an amazing beauty for those lucky enough to see it. I hope you appreciate beauty in all things, and look for it perhaps where others miss it.
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
I read your post again and suddenly without warning memories of construction paper filled my head. I remembered all the lop-sided flowers my girls made when they were young. Bright blue, yellow and pink flowers that were cut out with blunt end scissors would fill the windows to decorate for Easter. An occasional bunny was attempted but those usually ended up looking like creatures from a horror movie. Flowers were so much easier. I can close my eyes and hear the paper being cut into petals. I can smell the Elmer’s glue squirted on in huge blobs to attach each misshapen petal to form the flowers. We had a huge arts and crafts box full of wonderful items just waiting for their imaginations to turn into something wonderful. In my mind I see my daughters, as they once were, small, blond little girls sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of paper and other art supplies. They would create their masterpieces then proudly show each other. Oh and Lord the messes that would ensue if the glitter made an appearance. Now, the box is forgotten. I’m not really sure where it even is anymore. The few flowers so lovingly created that survived are faded and dusty and high on a shelf they sit. Time marches on, so many things get left behind.
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
From the corner.
I wonder if you noticed
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
Thank You. Truly.
"This little world has grown around us, out of nothing, and it is a remarkable thing. Even the dark and dirty parts, the violent parts. Humanity will not thrive without passion."
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Uncondensed
Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Character Advocacy.
"Don't ever pretend to be something you're not. You are who you are, and no one can change that. The people who don't like the real you are just gonna have to suck it. Don't take shit from anyone. Don't crumble. Throw a few birds, and walk on.
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
Art by: Toujours
“I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory.”
Jean-Dominique Bauby
Jean-Dominique Bauby
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«Oldest ‹Older 1001 – 1200 of 4308 Newer› Newest»mayo,
i really do shy away from most patriotic-themed events. i just don't trust that sentiment, and i figure anywhere it's being displayed is a good place to be far, far away from.
but today was a world-wide remembrance; that made it safe.
and i'm glad i walked out to main street and watched the parade. it was quite the event! this is the south after all, i think patriotism comes a little more naturally (and frequently) down here. but it was okay this time. the crowd was whooping and applauding the men who walked and rode past, but after awhile i found myself making eye contact with them, and giving each that little nod i learned back in the s.c.a., the one you gave to the king when he walked by. respectful, without being obsequious.
those men (and women!) made me think of my own family members who had been in the military, who had gone to war. my stepdad was an air force medic in vietnam, and also did some sort of special forces thing. he doesn't talk about it much, but i guess they dropped him and his team behind enemy lines on several occasions.
my dad was in the air force, too, but never had to fight. his brother, though, he was a marine in vietnam. my grandfather was in the navy during world war ii, in the pacific, and my great-grandfather kept a journal during his time in france during world war i (even though he wasn't supposed to). i've read it. there are horrific images in there, and also mundane scenes.
and all the way back...family that died in the civil war and family who fought in the revolutionary war, and all of them were in my thoughts as i watched those men go by today.
it wasn't patriotism, not to me. and i don't think it should ever be patriotism. we do those men a disservice when we make them into advertising posters for our country.
i'm really glad i went out to the parade, and paid my respects. every nod i received in return was better to me than standing there waving a little flag.
good night, mayo. i hope you're well, and taking care of yourself.
sweet dreams.
Elena said...
I am proud to be an American and days like today touch my heart. So many do not realize that the freedoms we enjoy come at a hell of a price. So many would rather bury their heads in the sand and pretend that the lives we lead just somehow come naturally without any sacrifice. Freedom does not come cheap. I honor those who have fought for freedom.
:)
Duty Honor Country
General Westmoreland, General Groves, distinguished guests, and gentlemen of the Corps. As I was leaving the hotel this morning, a doorman asked me, "Where are you bound for, General?" and when I replied, "West Point," he remarked, "Beautiful place, have you ever been there before?"
No human being could fail to be deeply moved by such a tribute as this, coming from a profession I have served so long and a people I have loved so well. It fills me with an emotion I cannot express. But this award is not intended primarily for a personality, but to symbolize a great moral code — the code of conduct and chivalry of those who guard this beloved land of culture and ancient descent. That is the meaning of this medallion. For all eyes and for all time, it is an expression of the ethics of the American soldier. That I should be integrated in this way with so noble an ideal arouses a sense of pride and yet of humility which will be with me always.
"Duty," "Honor," "Country" — those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you want to be, what you can be, what you will be. They are your rallying point to build courage when courage seems to fail, to regain faith when there seems to be little cause for faith, to create hope when hope becomes forlorn. Unhappily, I possess neither that eloquence of diction, that poetry of imagination, nor that brilliance of metaphor to tell you all that they mean.
The unbelievers will say they are but words, but a slogan, but a flamboyant phrase. Every pedant, every demagogue, every cynic, every hypocrite, every troublemaker, and, I am sorry to say, some others of an entirely different character, will try to downgrade them even to the extent of mockery and ridicule.
But these are some of the things they do. They build your basic character. They mold you for your future roles as the custodians of the nation's defense. They make you strong enough to know when you are weak, and brave enough to face yourself when you are afraid.
They teach you to be proud and unbending in honest failure, but humble and gentle in success; not to substitute words for action; not to seek the path of comfort, but to face the stress and spur of difficulty and challenge; to learn to stand up in the storm, but to have compassion on those who fall; to master yourself before you seek to master others; to have a heart that is clean, a goal that is high; to learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; to reach into the future, yet never neglect the past; to be serious, yet never take yourself too seriously; to be modest so that you will remember the simplicity of true greatness; the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.
They give you a temperate will, a quality of imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a freshness of the deep springs of life, a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, an appetite for adventure over love of ease. They create in your heart the sense of wonder, the unfailing hope of what next, and the joy and inspiration of life. They teach you in this way to be an officer and a gentleman.
And what sort of soldiers are those you are to lead? Are they reliable? Are they brave? Are they capable of victory?
Their story is known to all of you. It is the story of the American man at arms. My estimate of him was formed on the battlefields many, many years ago, and has never changed. I regarded him then, as I regard him now, as one of the world's noblest figures; not only as one of the finest military characters, but also as one of the most stainless.
His name and fame are the birthright of every American citizen. In his youth and strength, his love and loyalty, he gave all that mortality can give. He needs no eulogy from me or from any other man. He has written his own history and written it in red on his enemy's breast.
But when I think of his patience under adversity, of his courage under fire, and of his modesty in victory, I am filled with an emotion of admiration I cannot put into words. He belongs to history as furnishing one of the greatest examples of successful patriotism. He belongs to posterity as the instructor of future generations in the principles of liberty and freedom. He belongs to the present, to us, by his virtues and by his achievements.
In twenty campaigns, on a hundred battlefields, around a thousand campfires, I have witnessed that enduring fortitude, that patriotic self-abnegation, and that invincible determination which have carved his statue in the hearts of his people.
From one end of the world to the other, he has drained deep the chalice of courage. As I listened to those songs of the glee club, in memory's eye I could see those staggering columns of the First World War, bending under soggy packs on many a weary march, from dripping dusk to drizzling dawn, slogging ankle deep through mire of shell-pocked roads; to form grimly for the attack, blue-lipped, covered with sludge and mud, chilled by the wind and rain, driving home to their objective, and for many, to the judgment seat of God.
I do not know the dignity of their birth, but I do know the glory of their death. They died unquestioning, uncomplaining, with faith in their hearts, and on their lips the hope that we would go on to victory. Always for them: Duty, Honor, Country. Always their blood, and sweat, and tears, as they saw the way and the light.
And twenty years after, on the other side of the globe, against the filth of dirty foxholes, the stench of ghostly trenches, the slime of dripping dugouts, those boiling suns of the relentless heat, those torrential rains of devastating storms, the loneliness and utter desolation of jungle trails, the bitterness of long separation of those they loved and cherished, the deadly pestilence of tropic disease, the horror of stricken areas of war.
Their resolute and determined defense, their swift and sure attack, their indomitable purpose, their complete and decisive victory — always victory, always through the bloody haze of their last reverberating shot, the vision of gaunt, ghastly men, reverently following your password of Duty, Honor, Country.
The code which those words perpetuate embraces the highest moral laws and will stand the test of any ethics or philosophies ever promulgated for the uplift of mankind. Its requirements are for the things that are right, and its restraints are from the things that are wrong. The soldier, above all other men, is required to practice the greatest act of religious training - sacrifice. In battle and in the face of danger and death, he discloses those divine attributes which his Maker gave when he created man in his own image. No physical courage and no brute instinct can take the place of the Divine help which alone can sustain him. However horrible the incidents of war may be, the soldier who is called upon to offer and to give his life for his country, is the noblest development of mankind.
You now face a new world, a world of change. The thrust into outer space of the satellite, spheres and missiles marked the beginning of another epoch in the long story of mankind - the chapter of the space age. In the five or more billions of years the scientists tell us it has taken to form the earth, in the three or more billion years of development of the human race, there has never been a greater, a more abrupt or staggering evolution. We deal now not with things of this world alone, but with the illimitable distances and as yet unfathomed mysteries of the universe. We are reaching out for a new and boundless frontier. We speak in strange terms: of harnessing the cosmic energy; of making winds and tides work for us; of creating unheard synthetic materials to supplement or even replace our old standard basics; of purifying sea water for our drink; of mining ocean floors for new fields of wealth and food; of disease preventatives to expand life into the hundred of years; of controlling the weather for a more equitable distribution of heat and cold, of rain and shine; of space ships to the moon; of the primary target in war, no longer limited to the armed forces of an enemy, but instead to include his civil populations; of ultimate conflict between a united human race and the sinister forces of some other planetary galaxy; of such dreams and fantasies as to make life the most exciting of all time.
And through all this welter of change and development your mission remains fixed, determined, inviolable. It is to win our wars. Everything else in your professional career is but corollary to this vital dedication. All other public purpose, all other public projects, all other public needs, great or small, will find others for their accomplishments; but you are the ones who are trained to fight.
Yours is the profession of arms, the will to win, the sure knowledge that in war there is no substitute for victory, that if you lose, the Nation will be destroyed, that the very obsession of your public service must be Duty, Honor, Country.
Others will debate the controversial issues, national and international, which divide men's minds. But serene, calm, aloof, you stand as the Nation's war guardians, as its lifeguards from the raging tides of international conflict, as its gladiators in the arena of battle. For a century and a half you have defended, guarded and protected its hallowed traditions of liberty and freedom, of right and justice.
Let civilian voices argue the merits or demerits of our processes of government. Whether our strength is being sapped by deficit financing indulged in too long, by federal paternalism grown too mighty, by power groups grown too arrogant, by politics grown too corrupt, by crime grown too rampant, by morals grown too low, by taxes grown too high, by extremists grown too violent; whether our personal liberties are as firm and complete as they should be.
These great national problems are not for your professional participation or military solution. Your guidepost stands out like a tenfold beacon in the night: Duty, Honor, Country.
You are the leaven which binds together the entire fabric of our national system of defense. From your ranks come the great captains who hold the Nation's destiny in their hands the moment the war tocsin sounds.
The long gray line has never failed us. Were you to do so, a million ghosts in olive drab, in brown khaki, in blue and gray, would rise from their white crosses, thundering those magic words: Duty, Honor, Country.
This does not mean that you are warmongers. On the contrary, the soldier above all other people prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. But always in our ears ring the ominous words of Plato, that wisest of all philosophers: "Only the dead have seen the end of war."
The shadows are lengthening for me. The twilight is here. My days of old have vanished — tone and tints. They have gone glimmering through the dreams of things that were. Their memory is one of wondrous beauty, watered by tears and coaxed and caressed by the smiles of yesterday. I listen then, but with thirsty ear, for the witching melody of faint bugles blowing reveille, of far drums beating the long roll.
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield. But in the evening of my memory always I come back to West Point. Always there echoes and re-echoes: Duty, Honor, Country.
Today marks my final roll call with you. But I want you to know that when I cross the river, my last conscious thoughts will be of the Corps, and the Corps, and the Corps.
I bid you farewell.
General Douglas MacArthur
Brings tears to my eyes everytime I read it. Like the Gettysburg address. They're such powerful and touching speeches.
*yawn*
*spritzes anon in the face with water*
*turns nozzle to stream and sprays again*
in New Zealand a pregnant shark in an aquarium was attacked by another shark, which bit it very deeply in the left side of the abdomen,meaning the shark had an impromptu caesarean, all the babies survived thanks to the actions of the staff, and the shark was stitched up and is recovering nicely.
-how cool is that!!
and they are developing a way for women who have had mastectomies to regrow their own breasts!!
-how awesomely cool is that!!!
Good morning/night Mayo, SS, Martha, Sweetcheeks, Amy, L and J (who seem ~ again ~ to be MIA), Ergo, Elena, MissT, TJ, Siobhan, singing anons (and doggies too), dancing anons, smiling and happy anons!
How are you all this morning/night? Nice, refreshed and reinvigorated from a fantastic holiday taking in the lovely sights of sacred places such as Puma Punku! Thanks for picking up the tab on that anons!
;P
Amy: Congratulations on the new job!!!!! YIPPIE and YAHOOOO too! Did you start yet?
Sweetcheeks: How was your interview yesterday? I hope it went great!!!! How's that lil rascal Bugsy doing? And, I would love to have you as a neighbor!!! I could use the help.
;)
Martha: Thank you!
Ergo: That is an astonishingly amazingly cool thing! Both of those things are! Thank for sharing the news with us!
Elena: I hope Mr. Elena feels better very soon. He just can't catch a break can he? His immune system was probably still so weak from the flu.
:(
TJ: The postman, eh? You have heard the story about him ringing twice, correct?
MissT: I'm so glad to hear you're feeling better and your crust craters are less crusty! And, just go ahead and get that picture for me whenever you have a little extra time on your hands (or when you're REALLY bored again).
;)
Okay, I finally managed to get ONE of my VOODOO FEST blogs done. This one is the FACES, PLACES and STUFF of VOODOO! Well, some of them.
~~~PICTURES!!!!~~~
Sorry, that whole unexpected holiday thing really messed up my schedule so the blog of "performance pictures" will be worked on today!
I think that is all for now. Have a great day, everyone!
For those retiring for the day, goodnight and sweet dreams!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Hi PJ, Entropy, Paper, Andrea, Em, m., Miranth, Kass, Possum, BI and DL!
PS for Ergo: And, it IS awesomely cool too!
*blows kisses to blog believe*
hey wendy, good to see you
Mayo
A guy comes home completely drunk one night. He lurches through the door and is met by his scowling wife, who is most definitely not happy.
"Where the hell have you been all night?" she demands.
"At this new bar," he says. "The Golden Saloon. Everything there is golden. It's got huge golden doors, a golden floor and even the urinal's gold!"
The wife still doesn't believe his story, and the next day checks the phone book, finding a place across town called the Golden Saloon. She calls up the place to check her husband's story. "Is this the Golden Saloon?" she asks when the bartender answers the phone.
"Yes it is," bartender answers. "Do you have huge golden doors?"
"Sure do."
"Do you have golden floors?"
"Most certainly do."
"What about golden urinals?"
There's a long pause, then the woman hears the bartender yelling, "Hey, Duke, I think I got a lead on the guy that pissed in your saxophone last night!"
much love EPxx
SS
A rather confident man walks into a bar and takes a seat next to a very attractive woman. He gives her a quick glance, then casually looks at his watch for a moment.
The woman notices this and asks, "Is your date running late?"
"No", he replies, "I just bought this state-of-the-art watch and I was just testing it."
The intrigued woman says, "A state-of-the-art watch? What's so special about it?"
"It uses alpha waves to telepathically talk to me," he explains.
"What's it telling you now?"
"Well, it says you're not wearing any panties..."
The woman giggles and replies, "Well it must be broken then because I am wearing panties!"
The man explains, "Damn thing must be an hour fas"
lotsa love EP xx
goodnight blogbelieve, see you in my morning
♥xx♥
*fas = fast
Anonymous said...
Yes, well, I wanted to prove that Chopper wasn't the great "defender of the lovelies" that she pretends to be. She's the great "shit stirrer" who probably spends her entire day on one site or another just trying to see how much trouble she can stir up. When she can't use logic she starts throwing out "mental illness!" "faux-hysteria!" accusations that don't have anything to do with anything. You can't argue with things that don't make sense. Not that it matters. Anyone can see what she's doing, but she is creating a lot of havoc here.
But nobody with half a brain really believes she's doing it because of her love of anyone here.
November 11, 2009 1:46 PM
I agree with this. Think about it. Certain anons bring up the same past incidents over and over. Other anons defend like a rabid bulldog. From what I've seen, the people here at Mayos, both gone and remaining, wouldn't keep stirring shit. It obviously keeps the current posters away, but it also makes it impossible for any posters from the past to talk if they wanted be here.
I think there are more trolls here than you realize, and have been for some time. It wouldn't surprise me to find out that 90 percent of the anons who are accused of being "one side or the other" aren't internet trolls who have picked up on this place and made it a mission to cause trouble.
The fact that the anons scattered yesterday after 1:46 says volumes, doesn't it?
^
are internet trolls
bullshit
*comes back in HAPPY DANCING*
Guess what, everyone? Go ahead. Guess!
Here's a little hint:
I GOT IT DONE!!!!!!
That is correct. My KISS blog is all done. Complete with 50 plus photos (for all the photo loving folks ~ if not KISS fans ~ out there), the link to my youtube channel and the actual "wordy" part!
So, without further delay, here it is!!!!! The easy access link:
~~~KISS at Voodoo Fest~~~
:D
Ergo: It's good to "almost" see you as well!
Sweetcheeks: I received your e~mail and shall reply by tonight!!! Just transport those good luck vibes to the future (Friday)!
I'm off to visit The Army now! Enjoy the day, everyone!
9:14 ~ I second that emotion!
;)
Lol at elena and her pleasantries towards siobhan
I wonder who came up with the song title 'Black Dragon Fighting Society'?
good morning!!
it's a lovely sunny day, which is good as I have heaps to do this morning and it's nicer to not be ducking out in the rain.
Don't you find sometimes manhandling umbrellas can seem to just make you wetter?
Should ask Mythbusters to investigate that lol
Hiya everyone, I hope you are all well.
I just wanted to pop in to wish you all a great weekend.
Ergo, that shark story was amazing. And growing new boobs? That would be great. It's amazing what they can do these days (or will do in the near future).
Take care everyone. TTFN.
hey misst!! Hope your mum is enjoying the jokes still, you have a good weekend too, hope it's virtually snot free
the shark was really cool, and they say the other may be within a year, like a scaffold to shape growth, so many many women would benefit it's a wonderful advance
have a great day :]
Hi :)
Anonymous said...
I wonder who came up with the song title 'Black Dragon Fighting Society'?
November 12, 2009 3:29 PM
"These pigs are after me, after you"
I wonder who came up with those lyrics?
You're scared
Well, so am I
Its a fear so overwhelming
It chills me to the bone
Exciting but dangerous
Delicious but raw
I may be afraid
But I'm braver than I think
And so are you
Take that chance
Walk on over here
Let go of what holds you down
And embrace what sets you free
And make the waiting stop
For both of us
Sweeeet
metaphoric, i swear, it's metaphoric.
I almost forgot to install a new stattracker. Sheesh, things got hairy for a minute.
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate—we cannot consecrate—we cannot hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us— that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion— that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain— that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom— and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
Abe Lincoln
At the dedication of the National Cemetery in Gettysburg President Lincoln delivers a two-minute speech. Immediately following the speech he calls it a "flat failure." The speech is known today as the Gettysburg Address
a lil history lesson
finally home from town, phew, big day but got everything done for once!!
why, thank you, lil history prof.
and how's blogbelieve tonight? everybody doing good?
ergo!
*flying glomp*
*OOOOF!!*
hi TJ!
sent your parcel off :]
and one for the OPs too
yay! :D
and you know what was weird? when you sent me your text, my first thought was: she's here in town? omg, how'd she get to the u.s. so quickly???
my brain kicked in a few moments later. :)
hahaha I would warn you in a bit more advance if I turned up lol
I had a good day, got some great books on fighter jets for BG at a thrift store, seeing as after the air show she is just a bit enamoured of planes and pilots (and I don't blame her as jets are really awesome, and the pilots we chatted to were a bit dishy, If I say so myself!) Turned out the old guy volunteering at the store used to be in the Air Force and had been stationed at the base, so we had a really great chat about the town and how it's changed. I think it made his day too!
that's adorable that the air show had that effect on her, ergo. she has good taste. :)
i always like it when you can connect with someone in a shop like that. i just generally like talking to strangers, though.
me too, I'm a real chatter. Amazing how often you find you actually have some connection to a person too, a mutual friend or experience or place.
I had to go back and grab something I couldn't carry and he made a point of coming over and saying "I really enjoyed talking to you today" made me so happy
He hadn't been able to go to the air show as they'd had a family do, so I hope he gets to the next one, he was just a great grandfather again yesterday too.
Another friend of ours just welcomed a baby girl yesterday too, and another is due like, 2 days ago, so I'm waiting to hear.
Must be spring!!
sometimes, you'll end up talking to someone that you wish you hadn't, someone who is clearly not quite living in the same reality you are, but all i do in those instances is just be as polite as i can be. otherwise, you can have some very pleasant conversations at bus stops and bank lines and so on!
spring? lol i still get a kick out of the difference in our seasons. it's one of those things everyone knows, but never really consider. talking to you makes it real! very cool. :)
and unfortunately, here's the other difference between our two hemispheres: it's time for me to go to bed!
talk to you again soon, ergo. have a good night (can't wait to get your package!)
:)
it is funny isn't it, not just opposite day and night but opposite seasons too!
brb
hey mayo,
i was thinking about what to write to you tonight, and it was weird, because my mind is in two very different places.
today was a good day, especially this afternoon. i was spot on the entire last hour of the day, making the two quilters in the shop laugh, picking just the right fabric to make their other selections pop, charming lookie-loos who wandered in just because we have bright colors in the window. it was an amazing feeling. *grin*
but i'm also thinking about tomorrow. it will be the third anniversary of my dad's death tomorrow, you see. i'm not even sure what i feel about it. earlier tonight i was looking at the picture we made of me and my sisters at his bedside, in that last weekend. looking at his face -- so different from the man i grew up with -- takes me back to sitting by his bed, holding his hand, telling him those things i needed him to know.
i miss him so much.
good night, mayo. sweet dreams.
goodnight Tj sweet dreams
(had to go meet the bus)
will be thinking of you tomorrow TJ, and the others in your family ♥
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
baby baby baby
Mayo
I hope tomorrow brings you much happiness. Take care.
Night
Elena
One stone,
One step
Each one going forward
Goodnight :)
Bore da Mayonaise. Bore da pawb. Well, well who'd have thought. Robbie Williams back on stage with Take That. There was so much bitterness between them, but now they're friends again. Forgiveness, a lesson for us all don't you think? Have any of you heard of Florence and the Machine? Wonderful singer.
Thinking about you today toujours. I lost my dad in 1991, my father in law in May 1993 and my mum in June 1993. Terrible time for us as a family. But as they say life goes on.
Hwyl am y tro.
Robbie Williams and Take that must've all said the magic words to each other. Accepted responsibility for the problems.
Time and distance has afforded them the luxury of an honest reevaluation. The maturity to admit each one of them made mistakes and each was to blame for the demise of the band. They checked their egos at the door and acknowledged their own wrong doings. Accepted responsibility and stopped making excuses for themselves.
Acceptance and forgiveness is a wonderful lesson for us all.
Ciao anon.
I agree with you anon @ 5.54. I think they all now accept responsibility for the break up of the band. I never really liked Robbie, thought he was arrogant, but recently watched him being interviewd by Jonathan Ross and Steve Jones and found him to be very humble. He was very young when he joined Take That, 16 I think.
Sorry. 6.05am was me, Welsh Anon.
Mayo
So the other night my wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we’re laying in bed. I looked over at her and, in my sexiest voice, asked her "Wanna have sex?"
"No." She answered.
I said, "Is that your final answer?"
"Yes." She replied.
So I said, "I’d like to phone a friend."
That’s the last thing I remember…
much love EP xx
SS
There was a man who really took care of his body. He lifted weights and jogged six miles every day. One morning he looked into the mirror, admiring his body, and noticed that he was suntanned all over with the exception of his penis. So he decided to do something about that.
He went to the beach, undressed completely, and buried himself in the sand, except for his penis, which he left sticking out of the sand.
A bit later, two little old ladies came strolling along the beach, one using a cane to help her get along. Upon seeing the thing sticking out of the sand, the lady with the cane began to move the penis around with her cane.
Remarking to the other little old lady, she said, "There really is no justice in the world."
The other little old lady asked, "What do you mean by that?"
The first little old lady replied, "Look at that. When I was 20, I was curious about it. When I was 30, I enjoyed it. When I was 40, I asked for it. When I was 50, I paid for it. When I was 60, I prayed for it. When I was 70, I forgot about it. Now that I'm 80, the damned things are growing wild, and I'm too old to squat."
lotsa love EP xx
goodnight blogbelieve, see you in my morning
♥xx♥
Tell me Mr Mayonaise and everyone else, have you ever been to Wales? It's well worth a visit. You really must go to
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrn drobwllllantysiliogogogoch. You can buy the best fish and chips in Wales there! Miss T and FASC should go there. By the way where is FASC? Hope she's alright.
Hwyl fawr am y tro.
Good Morning
Hello Welsh anon. I have been to Wales and adored the place. Loved the fish and chips and it was the first time I ever saw anyone put corn on a pizza. LOL
TJ my thoughts are with you today. Just remember the happy memories of your dad like the one you shared with me when you were here visiting. Take care
Well I'm off to have some "me" time today. Haven't gotten to do that in a while.
Mayo do you ever need "me" time? Time when you just get away by yourself? I think it is very important.
And then tonight it's Stormy's high school play!!!!
Take care all and have a great day.
My husband thought Wales was beautiful, but he did get pooed on by a seagull there. :)
That's what your husband gets for not sharing his fish and chips with the poor seagull! ha ha.
Hey all--
TJ, just wanted to say that L and I both are sending you good-memory vibes, and lots and lots of hugs. Some years are good, some are rough, but the memories can help you through.
Elena, we got your package today! Thank you so much! Can't wait to read the g-novel and try the eggnoggy corn! *hugs*
Ergo, I saw you sent us a package, too! Thank you! Can't wait to get it.
Welsh Anon, L went to London and Wales in '07 and loved it! She said it was beautiful country, but cold (April, in Cardiff). She's actually part Welsh, so she really enjoyed the trip. Lots of sheep, she said... ;)
Hello to all the other girls, and Mayo and SS. Hope everyone's well and staying out of trouble. We're ok and semi-trouble free--well, for us--hangin' out at home (mostly because we're incredibly poor). We'll be checking in to read, and eventually will be back to talk.
Take care all.
xo jen
Noswaith dda bawb.
OPJ I seem to remember OPL saying she was part Welsh. I wonder if she knows what part of Wales her family comes from.
Sheep, sheep and more sheep. You can't get away from them.
We are expecting heavy rain and gales tonight. There is already severe flooding in South Wales and Pembrokshire.
Gerard Butler is on Jonathan Ross tonight. I think I might watch it. Take my mind off those sheep!
i'm a freak bitch
baby
good morning!!
well, good 10am, so it's mid morning really
TJ, thoughts are with you, remember all the good times and the man who helped shape the lovely woman you are today
I have never been to Wales, but my parents and Aunt and Uncle have, we had some roots there, as well as Scotland and Ireland, and my name is Welsh. I'd love to go, it looks beautiful (despite incontinent seagulls!)
ah and I had a welsh Biology teacher, Mrs Thomas, she had the best accent, up at the end of every sentence and so melodic.
hey J, give it 2 weeks to get there
elena enjoy the me time
Well Kill Hannah had their van and all their gear stolen in Philidelphia, they found the van, with help from fans and police but all the gear is gone, apparently another band had a van stolen the same way previously
what a blow, poor guys
(:
:/
:0
:D
:}
:]
:)
It's okay Mikey Way can buy them all new gear!
>_<
Well Kill Hannah had their van and all their gear stolen in Philidelphia
:(
HAHAHA!!
Too old to squat and too damned poor to do anything about it! WHO'S WITH ME?
hello everyone. :)
welsh anon, elena, ergo, j. and l., thank you all. it's been strange to think today that's been three years...it just doesn't feel like it, and yet, it also feels like something that never happened.
i don't think i've accepted it. i know i've got on with theings, but when i allow myself to think about him, and think about those last weekends, i still feel that it shouldn't have happened. he was never supposed to go away.
i really appreciate all your kind words. i'm glad to know you all! :)
Greetings and salutations bloggers/lovers/haters.
How goes it?
And, if still around, may I ask Toujours, details or no?
I'm not too old to squat and don't forget to those kegel exercises to keep it all nice and tight. ;)
Aww anon, those are some really cute pictures you posted. Thanks for that.
Hi tj, how are you holding up? *hugs*
Hi Katherine.
hi there, katherine. i'm still here (just back from the kitchen with coffee in hand).
:)
details...?
you mean, about my dad?
hi there bc, hi anon. :)
doing ok, bc.
how are things going for you?
Hi blog. :)
Do deep knee bends and those kegel exercises daily and you can be a snuggie for a penis well into your 80's.
Hi there anon, you doing okay?
Good to hear tj. I'm doing okay, a bit bored, doing some web browsing.
Sympathy for TJ on her day of remembrance.
Bye blog. :)
Oh, alright.
That last post was about your father, TJ.
I understand better now.
Seems actually.... peaceful.... and nice here at Mayo's. Pleased :)
Hi, BC!
I'm sorry in regards to your father, TJ.
My self-enforced exile here.... I've missed out on much.
Hey Teej.
How're you holding up so far?
thank you anon, and thank you katherine. :)
so how are you doing, katherine?
bc, if you find anything interesting, you have to post a link here, ok? :)
Amyranth! you're a taurus, aren't you?
Must stop interjecting myself here.
I shall go wander elsewhere.
hi amyranth, i'm doing alright. i might dig out some photo albums later. all of mine are back in seattle, of course, but maybe my mom still has some shots of dad in the albums.
what's going with you tonight? having a nice friday?
aw, don't go, katherine! interjections are good, too.
TJ,
I am officially off the road.
First time since June.
And in a.... very delicate place. Emotionally.
I think you described something similar a couple summers past.
Hallo Amy.
tj, promise :)
Bye anon
First time in three years that I want to go off the wall and truly lose it.
But I know that's not necessary. That I still have a future.
I have to trust the next answers will come to me.
hello!
I understand why people in bands who are on the road for more than 5 months begin to act wacky.
Though they may claim to get sick of the road, I am acually more frightful of the stability of staying in one place.
But, ultimately, comes from the same root in one's mind.
Katherine, I am indeed.
Did you spot the horns? They're always a big tell. :)
Teej, that's good. Are you ever planning on sending for your stuff in Seattle? How is your Mom holding up today?
hey KI
I think the staying in one place brings responsibility the road allows you to forgo.
but you'll manage, it's all just an adjustment, though not at all an easy one
TJ hope you and yours are well, though I know it's a hard time
hi BC
hi Amy
Amy.
Ha. No... Perhaps a conversation we had back in the day.
Ergo,
Indeed. When you're on the road, you just need to worry about making enough for gas and cigarettes and caffeine. If you're lucky, food and car insurance.
When you're back home, it means you have to make friends for more than a day.
Hallo Ergo and BC as well.
How is everyone tonight? We're haggling over supper.
hi ergo!
katherine, i understand. it was difficult to adjust after jusft five weeks; you must be feeling the dislocation even stronger! hang in there, though. you really do have to trust.
amyranth, i'm hoping to fetch my belongings this spring, maybe...i keep checking out moving companies, but everything is so far beyond what i can afford. i may have to road trip over there just to retrieve it all.
and my mom? she's thinking more about her upcoming knee surgery. i'm not sure she realizes what today is. of course, they were divorced a very long time ago.
Howdy, Howdy, Howdy!
Well, I've been away for quite some time but thought I'd poke in and say Howdy!
Hope you all are doing well!
I have finally found a job - although it is not in my field of expertise or my salary range... It it still a job, after all...
I logged in and saw Katherine's comment about traveling musicians... I think that is me... I have never felt comfortable in one place for very long... Or, maybe I should say that I prefer variety?
Anyway... Most of the musician friends I have known have never been able to settle down to a regular job...
That is why I have always described myself as a "recovering musician". It is like being an alcoholic - it is always there, lying underneath the surface...
KI I'm sure you can make friends, I'd think ones you make on the road (apart from those you travel with) would likely be less genuine, as they know it's not permanent?
hi mya.
ergo, sometimes the friends you make on the road do stick around...meeting someone in unusual situations can bypass a lot of preliminaries and you bond.
*rolls eyes*
One of my all time favorite bands! Check out Mother's Finest, if you have the time and/or inclination:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pV97Te_PBI
Hi, to Amyranth, Katherine, TJ and Ergo! Oh, and Anomymous!
Gotta go! Take care all!
*rolls eyes*
See, I don't even understand the irony/cynicism.
Call me innocent/ignorant.
But TJ/Ergo/Mya, thank you.
Def. feel like a washed out musician....
Hi ergo
Katherine,
I think feeling "washed out" is a prerequisite in this biz! LOL!
hi Mya, TJ I think it's possible to find genuine friends anywhere, but if you're surrounded by people some of whom would only see you as someone they can get a benefit from, you'd have to choose wisely and be very aware
Hi Mya
Amy, I'm cooking chicken and camembert pie tonight, I'll send you that recipe as well as the mango chutney in a bit
It turned out nice, but much sweeter than last time, I think as they were riper, I may try another batch with less ripe, though this will be fantastic to melt down and use over chicken
Camembert is a cheese, isn't it?
Mmmmm....
I guess it depends on how we define friends.
Because I'm undependable, I've defined a friend as someone I can listen to for that moment and learn something from.
I know the traditional concept of friend is someone who sticks it out thick and thin....
oh definitely, ergo. everything is intensified when you're travelling...that's part of the fun, and so you meet great people and horrible people (not just good and bad).
chicken and camembert? that sounds lovely. i think i'm going to do a nice baked veg dinner this weekend, i'm craving a feast. :)
yep KI camembert is a cheese, the pie is delicious and very rich
I'll add it on my kitchen blog too, may as well if I'm getting it for Amy
KI to me I'd call them fond or fun aquaintances, I pretty much only use "friend" for someone more long lasting, (though "close friend" is a huge step above that) but all experiences with people you enjoy the company of are little gems you can treasure.
sent them for you Amy, and pie is at the Kitchen
Back again, sorry for the dash!
Mister's watching Road Warrior, hard to distract him from a smooth Aussie accent apparently.
The difference between acquaintance, friend and close friend, huh? Couldn't tell you. I call people friend until they prove otherwise.
Thank you Ergo! Chicken and Camembert pie, huh? I'm wondering if we should go out for dinner tomorrow or if I should just stay home and cook.
Hello Mayo, SS, Mya, Martha, Sweecheeks, KI, J (and L), Ergo, Amy, Elena, TJ, MissT, Welsh anon, everyone!
How are you all on this fabulous Friday (for most of us) night? Good, I hope!
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Katherine Indovina said...
I understand why people in bands who are on the road for more than 5 months begin to act wacky.
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KI: It's not an easy or glamourous life. It's hard. It's lonely, redundant, boring and it's so easy to get lost on that road.
So damn easy to lose yourself in the quick and fleeting satisfactions, instant gratifications, free praise (and other things), false praise (and other things) unsolicited advice (and other things).
And, Mya is correct too. It can be very addictive. All of it!
I hope you find your own "road". The one that leads you to the place your truly want and need to be.
Mya!!!!!!!! A huge CONGRATULATIONS on the new job!!!! YAHOOOOOO and YIPPPPIEEEE!!!! Where the heck have you been, woman? I owe you a huge catch up e~mail. It's on it's way.
Oh, if you drop back in I finished my KISS/Voodoo blog!
~~~Once again, easy access linkage~~~
^complete with lots of lovely KISS pictures and other pictures of other lovely people^
*big smile*
Sweetcheeks: How was your interview? I hope you were able to make it today!!! Is your family member feeling better?
J: It's great to see you!!!! I hope you're back "a~chattin" soon! L too, of course!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Hi PJ!!!!!
tell mister I'll give him a call sometime and do my smoothest accent for him!
going out is nice, I want to go out for dinner again soon
Amy I make the pie if I get cheap cheese, our supermarket marks it all down as it's near use by, also they all sell rotisserie roasted chickens and also chill them and mark them down if they don't sell hot. So though it's fancy ingredients it actually ends up quite cheap
Hi wendy
and thanks for the reminder, congrats Mya!!
I've been walking back and forth getting in washing, nice to ahve the sun to dry it again, but they are predicting storms tonight, hope so!
Ooops!
Sweetcheeks: I DID take a couple of pictures just for you! (Ummm, yeah, that's right. Those were just for you cause I knew you would like hi.... I mean I knew you would be amazed by my photography skillz with those particular shots!)
;)
~~~Picture one for Sweetcheeks~~~
~~~Picture two for Sweetcheeks!~~~
Martha: Hi and thank you, again!!!!
TJ: *hugs* on one of your "bad anniversaries"
So, what's everyone else up to, tonight?
Oh, MYA, I missed your good news too! Congrats on the new job!
BC, did you hear back yet?
Ergo, that's a good point. Depending on the amount of chicken and cheese needed, I might be able to swing the rotisserie chicken from Sobeys.
Hi sugarplum *blows kisses* how are you? How's everyone? Good to see you back on the blog again.
Oh boy, as for the interview, they decided to cancel at the last minute. So I have to start from scratch again. Oh well.
However, I did get an offer for six months of free Tae Kwon Do lessons so that's giving me a happy.
Wendy, thanks for the pictures! Your photo-taking skills are impressive!
Now you know I have to ask, but who is that man in the black hat?
*drools*
it's 400g, I just go by how much I want in the pie, probably half a chicken is enough, that's all I had last time, though more would be better. And one of the small rounds of camembert (or brie) I added extra cheddar to make up for only having half a bigger round
really to me, as long as you have a decent amt of cheese it'd work.
You could even add blanched veges as well if you wanted
BC bummer on the interview but the lesson offer is good!
wendy I am walking about from outside to in, bringing in and folding away clothes, and I just put some pork ribs in the Southern Whiskey Marinade J and L sent me, for tomorrow night, and watching the clouds forming to the west.
what you up to?
Thank you, Sweetcheeks!!!! I do my best with what I've got.
:P
I'm sorry to hear your interview was cancelled. I hope they reschedule it or you get another one, soon!
Hi Amy!!! Did you start that new job yet?
Ergo: Another shopping spree, yesterday, huh? Lucky you!
Thanks ergo.
I forgot to answer, but Wendy, yep she's doing good, but it turned out that there was carbon monoxide leaking, so we had to get it checked out right away. She's doing better though, thanks for asking.
Thanks sugarplum. I was forced to reschedule that interview, but then I got an email saying that they were looking for more candidates, so alas, I lost the interview.
But I'm persistent, so I'll be able to get something soon.
Six months of Tae Kwon Do could go on your resume too. Then you could apply at the bank as security.
wendy I am walking about from outside to in, bringing in and folding away clothes, and I just put some pork ribs in the Southern Whiskey Marinade J and L sent me, for tomorrow night, and watching the clouds forming to the west.
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That sounds like a nice day, Ergo! And, it sounds like tomorrow night will be yummy (in no small part to J and L)!
I just hope those clouds don't indicate a big storm approaching!
I'm not doing much of anything, tonight. Just sitting here chatting my fingers off, listening to some music and trying to catch up.
That's horrible about Kill Hannah's van and equipment! I think they should come down to NOLA for another "de~cursing". A really good one this time. Complete with blessed chickens feet and coconut bras (made from coconuts from the Zulu parade). Those are extra powerful! Or so I've done been told.
Sweetcheeks: I shall send you one of those extra powerful coconut bras ASAP!
:P
I always check out thrift stores, if you go regularly you often find good stuff, got a completely unworn dress yesterday for a steal, and the fighter plane books were a big hit. So a spree in a way, spending hardly any money and getting good stuff is always great.
No kidding Amy, especially since regular price the lessons cost over $300.
Shit, I'm taking up on this offer on Monday. Martial Arts was something I always wanted to try since I was little, and I could stand to lose some weight too.
I'm hoping weapons lessons would be included too, now that would be awesome.
ooh no a storm would be great, haven't had one for so long
pretty nice day, but I did leave out the other persons of the house creating more mess while I try to clean up, fortunately they are intently building a cubby house up in the shed, so I can nick on and off the computer without too many interruptions and "looks" lol
Wendy, you never told me who that man in the pictures was. Shame on you. Does he work security? :p
Bleeding Chaos said...
Thanks ergo.
I forgot to answer, but Wendy, yep she's doing good, but it turned out that there was carbon monoxide leaking,
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OH NO!!!! Thank God ya'll found out about that! That could have killed everyone in the house.
I'm glad to hear she's doing better AND ya'll found that leak, Sweetcheeks!
time for me to head to bed, see you guys later.
good night, sweet dreams!
Ooops, sorry Sweetcheeks!!!!
His name is Aaron and he was VOODOO crew!
Nice, huh?
*wiggles eyebrows*
Goodnight tj, sweet dreams.
Thanks Wendy. Yeah, when the doctors told us about it, it was such a surprise that we couldn't believe it, so just to make sure, we bought some new carbon monoxide alarms just in case.
Especially since it's odorless and you can't smell it, we were lucky to get to the hospital right away.
mayo,
well, it seems like it's one of those nights, my mind is a blank and there's nothing to say. or maybe i'm just falling asleep at the keyboard. six of one, half-a-dozen of the other.
but i hope you had a good day, i really do. i hope there was a moment where your mind just stopped, not for a lack of anything (like mine right now), but because you saw something so beautiful it required a silent space in which to acknowledge it.
it was the sunrise for me. i glanced out the window, and was taken by surprise.
those are good moments, aren't they?
well, i hope you have a generous helping of them.
take care, mayo, and good night (and sweet dreams).
Goodnight TJ and sweet dreams!
Sweetcheeks: You just reminded me that I need to check the batteries in my carbon monoxide detectors. I can't remember the last time I checked them.
Thank you!
Where did Amy and Ergo go?
goodnight TJ sweet dreams
very lucky you found it BC, unfortunately a lot of people who don't fall unconscious and die have still inhaled too much to recover by the time they realise something is wrong, it's hard to reverse without hospital treatment
Interestingly, you actually look really healthy, rosy cheeks and all, because it binds to haemoglobin and makes the blood a bight red.
make sure you get everything checked ad the alarms are a very good idea
Will do ergo. Thanks.
You're welcome sugarplum :)
You're welcome (again) too, sweetcheeks!
And, on that note, it's time for me to head out for the night.
It's been fun chatting and catching up a bit!
An e~mail is also on the way to you, Sweetcheeks!
Goodnight Mayo, SS, Sweetcheeks, Ergo, Amy, whoever else may lurk. Sweet dreams and happy awakenings to one and all!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Goodnight PJ!
Thanks sugarplum. Goodnight and sweet dreams to you.
goodnight wendy sweet dreams
J'veux ton amour,
Et je veux ta revanche
Mayo
I just watched Paranormal Activity. WTf??? This was obviously a movie for those who do not understand what lies in the shadows. Anyone who has ever lived with ghosts would laugh at this movie. Oh hell yeah they would.
Anyway I had a great night watching Stormy in the high school production of Beauty and the Beast. (Now have the Be Our Guest song stuck in my head, damn you Disney) but it was great.
Well back to nursing a sick hubby for me. (He’s worse than the kids LOL)
Mayo take care and know that you are always in my thoughts.
Night Mayo
Elena
goodnight sweet dreams elena, hope you have a good saturday
Mayo
A mathematical letter exchange:
To My Dear Wife:
You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, being 54 years old, can no longer satisfy. I am very happy with you and I value you as a good wife. Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope that you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening with my 18 year-old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel. Please do not be upset - I shall be home before midnight.
When the man came home late that night, he found the following letter on the dining room table.
My Dear Husband:
I received your letter and thank you for your honesty about my being 54 years old. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you are also 54 years old. As you know, I am a math teacher at our local college. I would like to inform you that while you read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students, who is also the assistant tennis coach. He is young, virile, and like your secretary, is 18 years old. As a successful businessman who has an excellent knowledge of Math, you will understand that we are in the same situation, although with one small difference - 18 goes into 54 a lot more times than 54 goes into 18. Therefore, I will not be home until sometime tomorrow.
much love EP xx
SS
An Amish lady is trotting down the road in her horse and buggy when she is pulled over by a cop.
"Ma'am, I'm not going to ticket you, but I do have to issue you a warning. You have a broken reflector on your buggy."
"Oh, I'll let my husband, Jacob, know as soon as I get home."
"That's fine. Another thing, ma'am. I don't like the way that one rein loops across the horse's back and around one of his balls. I consider that animal abuse. That's cruelty to animals. Have your husband take care of that right away!"
Later that day, the lady is home telling her husband about her encounter with the cop. "Well, dear, what exactly did he say?"
"He said the reflector is broken."
"I can fix that in two minutes. What else?"
"I'm not sure, Jacob ... something about the emergency brake..."
lotsa love EP xx
goodnight blogbelieve see you in my morning
♥xx♥
2:59 do you?
Ceux qui comploter la destruction de d'autres périssent souvent dans la tentative.
6:52, don't think 2:59 left a message for anyone. They appear to be lyrics.
Sheesh some people are thick.
très vrai!
très profondément
Bon Jour
Morning all!
I hope the more superstitious of us managed to avoid wayward walking, black kitties, and footpath consuming, propped-up ladders, yesterday. =)
Hi there Ergo. Crazy news about the shark wasn't it? But not half as crazy as the staff stitching it back up again with all the other sharks in there!
2:59am,
J'ai ton amour
I don't wanna be be friends
KI,
Good to see you around. Hey, you need to get yourself into a Zumba class and shake that 'end of roadtrip restlessness' out, baby! ;)
TJ,
*hugs* =(
Amy,
Congrats with the new job. =)
BC,
Sorry about your interview topsytailing on you. Better luck next time, eh? =(
Welsh Anon,
Thanks to too much rugby watching in the past I can get Llanelli correctly out of my mouth - but as for asking directions to that fish and chip store... bugger me, that must be one heck of a long roadsign O_o
And Florence and The Machine is very catchy! If she can pull off Drumming Song live at Laneway Festival that will be very cool. And oh!, you should visit FASC, at her home, if you'd like to catch up with her. She's very lovely, isn't she? =)
OMG, I'm cheeping away like a little bird on speed!
Hope your weekends are all full of goodstuff.
Later. =)
*a
Now THIS is a band baby!!!!
animal in my head
i hear you
crawling up through me
from the underneath
animal, in my heart
i feel you
taking over me
like a strange disease
cause animal
the power you are can’t be tamed
and we are one in the same
while she’s not around
i know you will be found
(chorus)
cause i feel like the prey
of a million years and a single day
i feel like the prey
of a woman’s touch when she’s gone away
animal in my room
i see her
comin’ on to me
like a fantasy
animal, in my bed
i feel her
makin’ love to me
the way we need it to be
cause animal
the power of nature’s to blame
but nothing will ever explain
while she can’t be near
it is you that i fear
Time to cruise..I leave u wit sum Kings!
One thing
I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I’m surprised it got so (far)
Things aren’t the way they were before
You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end
You kept everything inside and even though I tried
it all fell apart
What it meant to me
will eventually
be a memory
of a time when I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
Well fuck.
This week just keeps getting better.
I'm getting married guys. Mister asked me this morning.
:)
(I just hope I'm not pregnant. That would be the icing on the wedding cake. XD)
Congrats Amy that is wonderful. I'm so happy for you.
And well if you are preggers it might not be the best time for a baby but believe me it will work out. Babies are wonderful.
i just hopped on real quick because it's the end of the day here at the shop and i'm worn out (half my tasks today still undone) and
WOW!
congrats amyranth! bestest of wishes, can't wait to hear more. :D
Congratulations, Amy!
Be happy.
dammit! customers.
*grumble*
gotta go.
see you guys tonight.
Amy, omg, that's so freakin' awesome. Congratulations!
:D
Congratulations, Amy, you finally beat him into submission! What a lucky guy!
Thank you Elena, Teej, BC and Anons.
It's funny, I've waited so long for this and I thought I'd be bouncing off the walls with excitement, but instead I just have this feeling of closure. Or, togetherness or something.
Like all my ducks are lined up.
I don't know, it's hard to explain. :/
Good morning
and CONGRATULATIONS AMY!!!!
How wonderful :]
Hallo Anon!
Just buzzing about right now. How're you doing?
All's good by me Amy. Better by you I see. Congrats on the change of status. :)
Thank you Anon! Did you do anything interesting today?
hello!
Nothing as interesting and engaging as you did. Mostly I ran around town taking care of those mundane things that needed my attention.
Have a good night. :)
Anon, that will be me tomorrow. Have a good night!
Hey Ergo!
goodnight anon
hey Amy we have a new chick hatched as well today, you can name it if you like, seeing as you're the special lady!
Oooh, little baby chick!
What color is he? She? Can't tell yet, I guess.
can't tell the sex, but it's black. probably will get stripy feathers but will be very dark
hey all. watching "saving private ryan" (for the first time...)
be back during the commercial break!
hi TJ, I am gradually going deaf from very loudly cheeping chick :/
my folks also offer you their congratulations, amyranth. :)
and hey, a new chick, ergo? aawww. :)
i am so glad it's my weekend now, i can't even begin to tell you. wish it was longer, too.
can't really complain about a steady job, though, right?
so what's everyone doing tonight?
lol, that loud eh?
brb!
piercing, and loud TJ
it should have a companion soon, there is another cheeping in the egg, hope it hatches ok
a steady job is a nice thing to have, though it does impinge on your "laze about do your own thing" time
saw you had a big sale too! well done
how many will you have when they're done? or are those the only two dangers to your hearing?
i don't how much of that sale was due to my skill, to be honest. the lady was making a supply run! she and her husband were the first customers of the day though...that should have clued me in.
not that it was non-stop, but the customers come in clumps. bleh.
I don't know how many I'll get, I just kind of left a few eggs under her, there were 8, I haven't even checked to see if they were all fertile of not, have to wait and see!
well, i have my fingers crossed for ya!
thanks Tj, so you have any plans for the weekend?
It's been very hot here today
so now i'm totally crying.
oops, sorry. end of the movie. damn, does steven spielberg know how to yank your heartstrings around or what?
i don't have anything specific planned, except maybe to sleep more than is strictly necessary. i want to do more work on my story. some of that is just staring out the window-type stuff though.
and we're finally starting to cool down! it's cold enough at night to make my folks think i'm crazy for leaving my window open. :)
I much prefer the room to be cooler and to have a blanket than to heat the room up, I feel that is a bit suffocating.
Our nights are still cool which is lovely
back when i was a kid, we had a farm for awhile, and the farmhouse was this old white clapboard thing from the late 1800's. the only renovation that had ever been done to it was the kitchen; the bathroom was out in the breezeway between the house and the garage (which clearly was still thinking it was a carriage house)!
anyway, it wasn't very insulated (unless you count the three layers of newspaper my folks found between the walls...) and us kids got used to sleeping in very cold rooms. warped me for life. :)
well it definitely saves on heating bills! Though you get much colder than me of course. I really dislike breathing warm air, I don't know why, but it's horrible, no matter how cold I need my nose free to breathe
Okay! Back from supper!
Hallo Teej and Ergo.
Teej, thank your parents for me for the congrats!
Ergo I'm still working on that name for that chick.
And I'm not sure what winters are like in your neck of the woods Teej, but last winter we had ice buildup on the INSIDE of the windows. Kind of scary.
no, i agree; cold air feels cleaner than warm air. there never feels like there's enough oygen in warm air. :/
hey amyranth!
it doesn't get that cold here (unless we have ice storms lol), but i've had my fair share of winters like that! once, in college, a paper of mine froze to the window...i had to borrow a blowdryer to get it unstuck so i could turn it in!
hi Amy!!
yes TJ! that's what it is, it never feels like you are getting your proper quota of oxygen, air breathed out by someone else is even worse!! (not romantic I know but I just cannot stand it!!)
me!
Amy you get insanely cold, I cannot imagine that type of cold, it's totally alien to me! lol
you'll have to visit in the winter then, ergo. mwah-hah-hah!
Well Ergo, try walking inside a giant deep freeze in a bikini. You'll get the idea.
And yes, we bottom out pretty good here. Although it's looking like we'll have a warmer winter this year already.
noooo!! you can't make me!!!
*hands ergo a scarf and gloves*
:)
I won't MAKE you, but I'll also remind you that Canada is at it's most beautiful in the winter, depending on where you are.
Soooo... come to Canada. But bring your longjohns.
I think I would need to do a fairly large amount of shopping before venturing there in winter, but I can agree it looks absolutely beautiful, as do the spots you've put in photos TJ
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