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| Apr. 21st, 2007 @ 08:15 pm free Alan Johnston | |||
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| Feb. 8th, 2006 @ 10:25 am too cool....thanks psychoenge1909 | ||||
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| Feb. 1st, 2006 @ 11:36 am If you happen to get bored, try one of these: | |||
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Current Mood:
1. At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars... see if they slow down.  moody2. Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice. 3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that. 4. Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "IN." 5. Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks and once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso. 6. In the memo field of all your checks, write "For Sexual Favors" 7. Finish all your sentences with "In Accordance With The Prophecy." 8. dont use any punctuation 9. As often as possible, skip rather than walk. 10. Specify that your drive-thru order is "To Go." 11. Sing along at the opera. 12. Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme. 13. Put mosquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day. 14. When the money comes out of the ATM, scream "I Won! I Won!" 15. When leaving the Zoo, start running towards the parking lot yelling, "Run for your lives, they're loose!!!" 16. Tell your children over dinner. "Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go." I got this as an e-mail and thought it was a pisser. And another personal one: My husband occasionally has to use a wheelchair because he becomes easily and quickly exhausted when walking. When we are out with my nephews and hubby stands up to get out of his wheelchair, they usually scream, "It's a miracle! He can walk!" Needless to say, it is hilarious and shocks people every time! | |||
| Jan. 19th, 2006 @ 10:56 pm control | |||
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Current Mood: introspective
How do you go about regaining control of your life when you've been out of control for so long and when fear holds you back from everything you "should" be doing and keeps you from even starting those things? How do you step out of the everyday and enter the unknown without dying? | |||
| Jan. 12th, 2006 @ 11:41 am zoom around the room | |||
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I bought a cat toy for Minnie in the US and it's called "Eeek Mouse" from "fatcats, inc." and it has "zoom around the room" catnip in it. cheerful This hilarious looking mouse is by far the most amazing cat toy ever created. At 16 1/2 years old, Min absolutely adores it! She flips it around at least once a day, bites it, licks it, and rolls all over it. They do guarantee that your cat will love it and they are fucking correct! God, I just gave a big commercial endorsement, but occasionally, you just have to! | |||
| Jan. 12th, 2006 @ 11:30 am long walks and fingernails | |||
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My fingernails are getting freakishly long and they have a funky horizontal ridge in each one, probably from the beginning of my pneumonia...wild. peacefulCurrent Music: Minnie licking her toy mousie We went for a nice walk around town last night, the first one for me since being in the US in early November. I was short of breath in the beginning, but got into a nice rhythm while inhaling deeply. I felt great afterwards and slept like a baby last night. I can never say the word "baby" anymore without thinking about Fat Bastard from Austin Powers...just kills me! | |||
| Jan. 11th, 2006 @ 10:12 am how long does it take? | |||
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In November I became really ill and found out after a few blood tests that I had a weird form of pneumonia...mycoplasma pneumonia. I had been in America for a few weeks before that and had been extremely active while I was there. I had gone hiking a minimum of 5 miles each day in the mountains of northern NJ and in the Catskills in NY (that was gorgeous!) and felt fantastic upon returning to Belgium. Within a week, I was stuck in bed with a fever of 103. distressedAfter trying 2 different anti-biotics, the third one finally did the job. Needless to say, I was wiped out, I had lost my voice and 12lbs in a very short time. So since mid-December, while I've felt so much better and reasonably normal, I still cough a lot, my heart races several times a day and I become exhausted after doing normal things like bringing groceries in from the car and my voice is still froggy. I had blood work done yesterday and my doctor said everything was normal. He also said that the exhaustion and the racing heart are to be expected after being so ill. He told me that it will take months to get back to "normal." I was so surprised to hear that it could take that long. Have any of you ever had pneumonia and if so, how long did it take you to recover completely? | |||
| Jan. 8th, 2006 @ 01:52 pm hmmmmmmm | |||||
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cheerfulCurrent Music: purrrrrr
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| Jan. 8th, 2006 @ 01:47 pm Ting Tong Macadangdang | |||
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| Ting Tong and Mr. Dudley are my favorites! I know of a couple like this and omg it's hauntingly similar...the characters of Little Britian are supposedly exaggerations of people in real life, but gees they got it right with these two. | |||
| Sep. 16th, 2005 @ 06:50 pm time to spew | |||
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| isn't it amazing that something like the birth of Britany Spears son is something powerful enough to make me want to write in LJ? do you understand the concept of sarcasm? i am not blonde anymore...i am brunette and wise and unforgiving...imagine, life is good. | |||
| Jul. 5th, 2005 @ 10:21 pm Poesie meisje | |||
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Current Mood: grieving
Our beautiful little princess, Poesie Meisje, died today at 4:30pm. She had become so weak, couldn't eat and couldn't walk very well, so we asked the vet to come here to euthanize her. She died very peacefully with hubby and I petting her. Our hearts are broken, we miss her terribly already and it's difficult to imagine life without her. She was a very special kitty. | |||
| Jun. 26th, 2005 @ 07:56 pm bird body | |||
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Current Mood: bummed
I found the body of the swallow I had rescued the other day. It was tangled in a giant mint plant that we have where I had previously looked, but obviously not well enough...bummer. | |||
| Jun. 25th, 2005 @ 12:32 am | |||
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Current Mood: cookin'
blah blah blah blahit's too fucking hot la la la la la i pulled a muscle in my back carrying twelve 2 liter bottles of water into the house...they come in packs of six and i had one in each hand...just a tad heavy. at least i remembered that my sister gave me some muscle relaxers a while ago and now i'm a floppy bag of human jelly ;) | |||
| Jun. 21st, 2005 @ 07:47 pm This animal business just doesn't stop | |||
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This morning I couldn't find Poesie. We had opened the house for her to explore and we assumed she'd be in the attic somewhere. I went up there, began searching and heard an animal struggling somewhere in the room. I turned in the direction of the sound and caught the swift movement of a swallow.....stuck in one of my clear plastic storage boxes! Obviously we have a hole in the (NEW) roof somewhere and the swallows decided to add a back door to their nest. Shocked and spooked, I gently put my fingers around the little bird and tightened my grip as it struggled against its captor. chipperI ran the three flights of stairs down managing to unlock the back door with two fingers and set the birdy down on the patio to see if it would leave. It merely flopped over on its face. In the laundry room, I found the lid to a glass jar which I cleaned and filled with water and an empty cardboard box with low sides. The birdy appeared not to have moved at all and my immediate thoughts were, "it's too late." However, as I handled the poor thing, it once again struggled and then shit on my hand to show me that he was still very much alive. Confused and, I suspect, dehydrated, the swallow flopped around in the box, stepping in his makeshift water dish and leaving a new trail of excrement throughout. I decided to just leave it there in a shady place away from the steamy rays of sun and hope that it would recover enough to survive. About an hour later I went to check on it and he was gone! The best places for the birdy to hide would certainly be behind or under any of the several large plant pots on the patio, so I systematically checked around and behind each one only to find nothing close to a bird. Either birdy got over his shock and flew away, or a neighborhood tom cat had a tasty lunch today. Up again to the attic for the original purpose of my being there...the search for Poesie. I checked behind and under each and every box and shelf and chair and pillow at least twice. Hubby came to help in the search. We looked again in boxes, in closets, behind chairs, and found nothing. Hubby went to check the guest room again and I was panicking thinking that she had gone up there to hide and die. I decided that I had to start moving boxes out of one easy-hide section. One suitcase, 3 chairs and a camping tent later, a fuzzy little old kitty ignored me as I gently reprimanded her, "little tricky girl!" Ten seconds later, Poesie and I were once again downstairs where I was able to shoot some more gooey food into her mouth with a syringe. I feel like a mommy bird. | |||
| Jun. 16th, 2005 @ 12:40 am What is with the birds this week? | |||
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I killed a duck today... sadby accident.... It was very strange. We were riding along in our tiny gray oxymoron car at about 100km and I saw a big colorful bird ahead in the road. In the opposing lane of traffic was a big truck and several cars following it. The truck approached, but the duck didn't move. I beeped my horn and the duck flew up and I immediately thought, thank goodness, that was clo...s...e........and the crazy bird did a boomerang, 180 degree turn swooping back down toward the road and plowed into the front grill of our car. I remember thinking as I saw it turn around, "what a beautiful bird" and the immediate next thought was "NNNOOOOOOOOOOO!" It had a mainly white head with a gold band of feathers around its neck. All of this happened in about 1.2 seconds. Fuck, fuck fuck. I know it was an accident, but it broke my heart to look into the rear view mirror and see its broken body on the road, feathers separated from its body, flying in and around the cars. I had already been slowing down and pulled over as soon as I could after shouting a few good "fucks" while hitting the steering wheel with my palms. I needed a minute or two to dilute the adrenaline in my blood and to re-live it in my head a few thousand times. Poor thing. Hubby thinks it could have been sick or even a pet because it didn't react to the truck which was 10 times the size of our car, yet it flew up when I beeped my horn. Weird. It's also the third time in my life that the same thing has happened. The first time was with a squirrel that ran right under my car, the second time was a small dog which did the same thing and ran away limping while I tried to follow it on foot, but it disappeared. Each event was equally horrific. Oh, and it was the second day in a row that a bird flew right at me, within a meter of me. Have any of you ever hit or ran over an animal accidently? | |||
| Jun. 10th, 2005 @ 01:08 pm tis but a chuckle | |||
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Current Mood: crampy
"Dear Lord, the pastor began, with arms extended and a rapturous look on his upturned face, without you we are but dust..." He would have continued, but at that moment one very obedient little girl (who was listening carefully for a change!) leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, "Mommy, WHAT is butt dust?" Church was pretty much over at that point... | |||
| Jun. 9th, 2005 @ 11:55 pm Little Poesie Meisje | |||
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Here's a picture of Poesie taken today. She's laying right on my crotch under my blanket and you can see the bare spot on her little leg from where the vet took blood. She is so little. tiredCurrent Music: Minnie meowing in the hallway  | |||
| Jun. 9th, 2005 @ 11:55 am Update on our kitty | |||
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It's almost impossible to believe, but our darling Poesie is still with us. She is a furry little bag of bones and is completely NOT interested in eating at all. We have her isolated with us in the living room while our other cat, Minnie, has the run of the rest of the house. Poesie gets our constant love and attention and I'm still force feeding her prescription wet food through a syringe. She hates it, but seems to know it's necessary. Sometimes she growls or barks (thus my lj name), but 5 minutes later, she's tapping me on the shoulder to climb under the throw blanket I use. She's so tiny and only weighs about 3lbs (1.5kg) We went a bit overboard with cat beds for her (there are now 5 in the living room) and they are situated in all of the best, warmest, or highest spots that she can reach. She spends most of her time in the cat bed in the bookshelves beside my sofa or on the window sill in the sun. okayThe other day I was giving her lovies (petting, cat massage, etc) and I actually felt all of the little bumps or tumors on her belly. It's really awful. She's trying so hard to be the kitty that she was before she got sick, but she's so old and feeble. She started drinking water again on her own, but she has thrown up a few times. We're just trying to make her happy and comfortable, but we have no idea how long she'll last. She's such a little angel. | |||
| May. 27th, 2005 @ 01:13 am Poesie Update | |||
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thank you all for your kind and nice words, they were heartwarming to us. and lo, all the good energy did help, our kitty is still alive. sleepyCurrent Music: the fan blowing (it's fucking hot here) so we got Poesie back from the vet. her blood results were weird. several factors were way out of the normal ranges but the vet had never seen that specific combination. he said he also felt lumps in her guts, and that some of the blood factors might indicate tumors. he put her on a drip so she got hydrated again. I am now force feeding her with hills prescription diet with a syringe (without the needle of course) and boy does she hate it when I do that!. the vet says she may perk a bit up, but to not expect more than a few days, maybe weeks, and who knows a few months if we're lucky. she sleeps most of the day, but she does purr when we give her nice kitty rubs and massages. we are monitoring her to see if she's got too much pain. if so we will call the vet to come and euthanize her here at home. | |||
| May. 24th, 2005 @ 12:14 am | |||
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Current Mood: heartbroken
Our dear little Poesie meisje is quite ill and we don't have a clue if she'll make it:our little Goddess, Poesie | |||
| May. 13th, 2005 @ 11:25 am OMG....i've heard it all now... | |||
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in reference to the Michael Ross execution in CT: mellow"Ross' relatives argued he was suffering from "death row syndrome," in which a http://edition.cnn.com/2005/LAW/05/13/ro | |||
| May. 10th, 2005 @ 01:59 pm "A Prayer For Owen Meany" | |||
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I finally finished the book, "A Prayer For Owen Meany" by John Irving (thanks calmbezigebij)and I was rather blown away. It's a good read, full of symbolism, makes you think and has some amazing insights into human behavior and into the future. The book is copy write 1989 and takes place mostly in the 1960's. The character, Owen Meany, wrote the following in his journal:"...look at what we call 'religion': turn on any television on any Sunday morning! See the choirs of the poor and uneducated - Jesus stories like junk food. Soon there'll be an evangelist in the White House; soon there'll be a Cardinal on the Supreme Court. One day there will come an epidemic - I'll bet on some humdinger of a sexual disease. And what will our peerless leaders, our heads of church and state...what will they SAY to us? How will they help us? You can be sure they won't cure us, but how will they comfort us? Just turn on the TV - heads of church and state will say: They'll say, "I told you so!" They'll say, "That's what you get for fucking around - I told you not to do it until you got married." Doesn't anyone see what these simpletons are up to? These self-righteous fanatics are not 'religious' - their homey wisdom is not 'morality'. "That is where this country is headed - it is headed toward oversimplification. You want to see a President of the future? Turn on any television on any Sunday morning - Find one of those holy rollers: That's him. Want to see the future of all those kids who are going to fall in the cracks of this great big, sloppy society of ours? I just met him: He's a tall, skinny, fifteen year old named "Dick". He's pretty scary. What wrong with him is not unlike what's wrong with the TV evangelist - our future President. What's wrong with both of them is that they're so sure they're RIGHT! That's pretty scary - the future, I think is pretty scary." Yep, even though he wrote it in 1989, John Irving had a finger on the pulse of America and even then it was beating out of control. Definitely a good read. | |||
| May. 9th, 2005 @ 12:22 pm birds of a different feather | |||
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Yesterday for dinner I ate the cooked dark breast-meat from a baby pigeon. That statement sounds rather matter of fact, but before I opened my mouth, I had to play some serious mind games with myself in order to get psyched up to eat that stuff. Hubby and I were at the home of his dear old Aunt and Uncle who are for the most part farmers and grow all of their own vegetables. Uncle H. also indulges in the hobby of pigeon racing and has a large flock of the birds in a small building attached to his house. Not all of his birds make it to the race circuit and some of them don't even reach adulthood. A few of those unlucky young doves made it to our dinner plates yesterday afternoon. amusedI grew up in the States in Pittsburgh, PA and then lived in New York City where pigeons were considered dirty flying rats. Here in Flanders, they don't call them by the French name, "pigeon," but by the more appealing name, "dove." And they are considered by many to be a tasty treat...I wouldn't go so far as to say delicacy, but they were certainly served to us with pride and love. The meat is very dark and I can't really even say what it tastes like. It doesn't taste like chicken, nor does it taste like turkey, beef or frogs legs. The closest I can get to a comparison is duck, but without the real duck flavor. However, in order to eat it in the first place without chucking up the asparagus appetizer, the asparagus soup and the asparagus side dish (it's asparagus season on the farm and it, too, is considered a specialty) I had to convince myself that it wasn't a baby pigeon...oh, sorry, a "young dove," and concentrate on the kindness with which it was served to us. It went down rather easily with a few glasses of home made rosé wine and a few shivers down my spine. And since our hosts were extremely chatty, I was forced to focus on the conversation in dialect Flemish rather than the meal itself. Five hours later, we were on our way home with socially induced headaches and relief in the knowledge that we won't ever have to eat baby pigeons again....at least until this time again next year! | |||
| May. 9th, 2005 @ 11:44 am What a Sweet Ass | |||
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My darling 16 year old Minnie is very sweet and loving, but incredibly dopey. I think it is because as a young kitten she was found along with her mother and several siblings in the basement of a restaurant by firemen. The restaurant had burned down and I often wonder if Minnie had suffered a bit of brain damage from smoke inhalation because she hasn't always been the brightest feline in the den. However, after you read the rest of this, you might doubt where she got her dopiness from. cheerfulYesterday she was walking around as usual on the computer tables and after a hug from hubby, he stated, "God, Min, you stink!" Since Min has only a one inch nub of a tail, it's quite easy to see the offending, smelly orifice from which the rank odor is emitted. Her butt was dirty...she hadn't cleaned herself after her last happy cat shit dance. I suggested that hubby try to help her with the aid of a few tissues, but to no avail. Then, geniuses that we are, we tried to figure out a way to encourage her to lick her ass. I said it would be funny if we had some whipped cream because Minnie loves just about anything creamy. As luck would have it, we still had a bit of birthday cake left over from Hubby's birthday and on top were big blobs of whipped cream. Hubby happily went to the kitchen armed himself with a paper towel and grabbed a blob of the sweet goo from his cake in the fridge. In the living room, he expertly grabbed Minnie in a half body hold and hopefully applied the cream to her dirty butt. Well, who the hell knows what goes through the brain-damaged head of a 16 year old cat, but Minnie didn't do ONE DAMNED THING!!! She just stood there and looked at us as we expectantly waited for the inevitable discovery of a foreign substance on her ass. No chance. She became slightly nervous because SHE thought we were acting weird, so she ran up the stairs and just hovered there in a semi-sphinx stance. Not once did she notice or become interested in the blob of creamy goo on her backside. By this time, I couldn't stop laughing because of her non-cat-like behavior and the ridiculousness of the situation. I also began to wonder if maybe we were the dopey ones by trying to encourage natural behavior so that we wouldn't be subjected to her stinky butt. After about 10 minutes of sitting at the top of the stairs, she decided that she had to hit the litter box. She did her business, did a mini-version of the happy cat shit dance and came into the living room with a relatively clean butt. So, who is dopey and who is smart?! | |||
| May. 7th, 2005 @ 12:44 pm Yeah for small cars | |||
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Our little 14 year old Subaru Mini-Jumbo passed at the inspection station yesterday. Even though it's not a powerful car, it's a fabulous little thing because it uses very little gasoline and is in really good condition. We were worried that it wouldn't make it through inspection, but it went through with flying colors! Yay...one less thing to worry about for the time being....until we have to get a new clutch and new brakes, but YAY anyway! cheerfulI just calculated that we get approximately 50 miles per gallon...but the funny thing is that our gas tank only holds about 5 gallons!!! | |||
| May. 7th, 2005 @ 12:36 pm The Bushwacker strikes again | |||
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http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,1 chipperYet one more reason why I can't stand the idiot. | |||
| May. 4th, 2005 @ 11:27 am BIRTHDAY BOY | |||
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| It's nemethet's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEM!!! YOU DA MAN!!! I love you Dudie! | |||
| Apr. 21st, 2005 @ 02:50 am happy cat shit dance | |||
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I have a question for you fellow cat owners...after your cat(s) have taken a big smelly dump in their litter box, do they begin to run around as if they're celebrating a Super Bowl win or getting an Olympic Gold medal? My freaky Nubbin cat, Minnie, gets so excited and happy after she has emptied her bowels that she runs from room to room and up and down the stairs in jubilation. My other cat, Bart, who now lives with my friend, J., does exactly the same thing. amusedHubby says it's because they are American cats...with anal fixations...and because our European cat, Poesie, doesn't do the happy cat shit dance. :) (maybe I gave them too much praise when they were kittens having just finished in the litter box!) | |||
| Apr. 17th, 2005 @ 01:02 pm I'm memeing again... | |||||
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| Apr. 17th, 2005 @ 02:26 am too good to pass up...thanks nem | |||
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| Apr. 15th, 2005 @ 01:11 am bizarro day | |||
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Yesterday was weird. I needed to go grocery shopping and I asked hubby to go with me. We drove about two blocks and then heard a thump, clash, bang under our car. We both instantly knew what it was because we had the same thing happen with our previous car. The thing that holds the pipe to the muffler broke which caused both the pipe and the muffler to fall and drag on the ground. I pulled over immediately, we got out, shoved the pipe back into the muffler and drove back home. Fortunately, it didn't fall off completely, but we have to secure it somehow so that I can drive to the garage to have it replaced. drainedWhen it happened to our previous car, we were driving down an unfamiliar street in Brussels, heard the sounds, but when I looked out the rear-view mirror, the muffler was laying in the street about 20 meters behind us. Hubby got out of the car to run back and pick it up. Neither of us knew that a muffler could be hot, so when I looked in the rear-view mirror to watch him get it, all I saw was my husband juggling a hot, dirty muffler from hand to hand as he ran back to the car...it was hilarious! Back to yesterday and another weird thing. When I go to bed, my kitty, Minnie, usually follows about 2 minutes later. She always taps on the duvet to indicate to me that she wants to climb under it. We go through this ritual every single night. Last night, my pajama top was hiked up a bit exposing my belly button. Minnie stepped onto my belly and proceeded to stick her big nose into my belly button for a good long sniff. I was laughing so hard because she is such a weirdo and because she was tickling me with her whiskers. I've had her for almost 16 years now and she's never sniffed my belly button before!!! | |||
| Apr. 10th, 2005 @ 06:19 pm Yeah, another meme | |||
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1. What time do you get up in the Morning? Whenever I roll out...9am blankCurrent Music: "Mr. Sandman"....the ice-cream truck that just drove by 2. Diamonds or Pearls! both? 3. What is the last film you saw at the cinema? "Confituur", a Flemish movie...it was okay, a bit boring 4. What is your favorite TV Show/s? Antiques Roadshow, Renovation (BBC), Little Britain (BBC) 5. What did you have for breakfast? nothing 6. What is your middle name? Kay 7. What is/are your favorite food/s? Pizza, White chocolate 8. What foods do you dislike? oysters, mussels, olives 9. What is your favorite chip flavor? sour cream and onion 10. What is your favorite CD? The VooDudes 11. What kind of car do you drive? 1991 Subaru Mini-Jumbo (oxymoron!) 12. Favorite sandwich/s? chicken salad, mozzarella & tomato 13. What characteristic/s do you despise? snobbiness, loud-mouth know-it-alls, rage-aholics, machismo 14. Favorite item/s of clothing? white cotton embroidered shirt 15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation where would you go? New Zealand, Australia 16. What color is your bathroom? white and blue 17. Favorite brand of clothing? no particular favorite 18. Where would you retire? St. Croix sounds good! 19. Favorite time of day? bedtime 20. What is your most memorable birthday? 21st (just imagine) 21. Where were you born? Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania 22. Favorite sport to watch? gag, but if I have to choose, probably tennis or golf...really 23. Favorite artist? Jan Vermeer....for the moment....this changes all the time 24. Favorite website? BBC News 25. What fabric detergent do you use? Tandil (don't ask) 26. Coke or Pepsi? neither 27. Are you a morning or a night owl? neither, but if I have to choose, probably morning 28. What is your shoe size? 7 (US) 37 (Europe) 29. Do you have any pets? 2 adorable old tabby cats 30. Anything exciting happen to you lately? I worked on my outdoor plants with the husband!...wow...so exciting 31. What did you want to be when you were little? An architect 32. Describe | |||
| Mar. 22nd, 2005 @ 01:05 am | |||
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I finally got off my ass and went for a walk today. The weather was gorgeous, so I decided to force myself out of my doldrums and experience real life. As I walked by the beautiful ponds near my house, I saw several people sitting around the edges of the "vijver" (Dutch for pond) fishing. The water was at its normal level (it had been quite high recently) and the section of the pond where normally a lot of junk, debris and scum accumulates was relatively clean. Passing by the Library and the elementary school, I recognized a feeling of fear creeping up on me which I acknowledged and then dismissed. I knew I was afraid of a million things, but mostly I was afraid of feeling normal. I was walking to the market in the center of town just like thousands of others today and yet I momentarily felt so strange, so foreign and so abnormal. calmCurrent Music: hubby sucking on white chocolate easter eggs Throughout my walk, I had a continuous dialogue going something like this in my head, "this is weird, but it's okay, you're normal and it's a gorgeous day and nothing is going to happen to you..." I kept waiting for a moment in which I'd feel an epiphany of sorts...where I would appreciate the weather, appreciate everything around me, admire the beauty of the place where I live and feel good about being a part of it. That "moment" never came, but I realized that even though I didn't feel that jolt that I have felt many times in the past, I was still thinking about all of those good things and feeling those good feelings...but in a calmer way. I don't know if I'm just not out of my depression yet, or if I have a different perspective on things, but I do know that I don't have to analyze it anymore than I already have! I simply had a good day today...and it's been a long time coming. | |||
| Mar. 17th, 2005 @ 01:50 pm haiku fun | |||
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thanks numbbezigebij for the entertainment :)the bakery was putting baguettes outside in a helicopter by the look on her face she had been borrowing hundreds of dollars probably be dead before the light turned green as we approached okay enough is enough but only you can say when you're ready | |||
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| Mar. 10th, 2005 @ 07:49 am HAPPY BIRTHDAY moxafoot! | |||
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I hope your birthday is wonderful and that life is treating you well. Thank you for being the first person in the survivors group to talk with me and help me through some difficult stuff. Yay to being 42! (I'll join you in just a few months). | |||
| Mar. 5th, 2005 @ 11:52 am Everybody, start looking at your hands! | |||
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Current Mood: headachey
More interesting info about finger length and personality here.Original interesting article here. It's a bit hard for me to check since my right ring finger tip was cut off when I was a teenager! | |||
| Mar. 4th, 2005 @ 12:19 pm Beautiful words from my beautiful sister | |||
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Current Mood:
My sister wrote the following to me in a recent e-mail: calm"Only you can come to the point in your life where you say, "okay, enough is enough" and leave that part of your life behind you and move on. Yes, you were victimized but you are no longer a victim. Victim means it's still happening to you and it's not...only in your mind, so YOU are "re-victimizing" yourself every time you 'go there.' Reliving and rehashing all of the pain and misery in your past stalls you in the doldrums and you CAN'T move on BECAUSE you're trying to find a reason why. Sometimes there just are no reasons why. Bad people do bad things to good people. Sometimes it really is just as simple as that. Remember, we all have free will. We can make choices; good and bad. As a child you didn't have the tools to say or understand that a parent that you trusted and loved was being cruel to you. HE was making HIS choices as an adult. HIS childhood was obviously screwed up and he didn't have it in him to say, "no, I won't screw up my kids lives" he just perpetuated the cycle. YOU are the adult now. YOU have made the choice not to continue the cycle (and you've had opportunities with plenty of children, mine and others) and you ARE a better person for it. You have the strength and the will within you to say, "enough is enough" but only you can say when you're ready to do it. I just hope and pray that you can do that because you really do have a lot to live for and a lot of heart and soul to share with the people around you." For me, this was so important to hear from her. It is based on the fact that I've been in therapy for what seems like an eternity and there are still so many issues that I'm dealing with. I think her message is quite bold and realistic. Some may not be at the point where they can accept this, but I am and I'm grateful to her for her clarity. x-posted to _survivors_ | |||
| Mar. 4th, 2005 @ 11:41 am Obviously in a quiz/meme mode | |||||
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Current Mood: awake
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