Listening today: Bono speaking at Jean Chretien's leaving, and Paul Martin's entry, on the subject of Canada
Friday, Nov. 14, 2003 - 7:22 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Swiss Chard Saga
I am going to take a page from Kaetchen and throw in some funny photos on a cold windy day of mental self-flagellation and fiscal doldrums:
Introducing the Swiss Chard Saga:
Kitty astrixes checks out the swiss chard, making sure it is not eaten by resident bathtub goldfish.
Water drained, the swiss chard hopes it has time to lounge in flannellette sheets and write its memoirs before the roots go...
The swiss chard has left the scene, but only the resident bathtub goldfish have left behind their footprints as they run for wetter climes....
OH NO!! The dirty footprint thief (well who do you think stole all those goldfish??) has returned to the scene of the crime, wondering where all the fun mud has gone. Down the drain. Down the drain.
3:12 am Here is the Friday Five for today:
1. Using one adjective, describe your current living space.
Wow, I really seem to be jamming up about what's going on in my life right now... here is a quote that seems to be very pertinent about my reaction from others however. I find it to be totally true:
"A gossip is one who talks to you about others; a bore is one who talks to you about himself; and a brilliant conversationalist is one who talks to you about yourself."~ Lisa Kirk
Now I'm going to go back to the kitchen and finish sharpening my knife (usually a tool, not yet a weapon).
There it is a bit later. This is my knife. It is a skinning knife. No it is not to defend myself with nor for killing. It is for skinning things that are already dead. It does an admirable job of cutting cheese, veggies, opening boxes, and spreading things like butter and peanutbutter since it is wide.
6:00 am Well, there, I have spent another hour or two remaking this page on the history of me wanting to be a mom... if you want to see lots of geeky pics of me between the ages of two and 29, go to this link and click away. More to come another day. There is also a bibliography of books on single parenting, getting pregnant, lesbian and gay families and infertility, and a couple on adopting. In case you're interested.
Goodnight. sleep tight, big hugs and cuddles from me to me, wenchie.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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