Monday, April 17, 2006
This land is your land...
I must tell you..if I didn't have email pals as geeky as me...I'd never share this stuff with you..I found this VERY entertaining...I had an error avg of ONLY 17 miles..
Geography Fun
YES....... Geography CAN be fun
:-)
Friday, April 14, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
I LOVE These internet quizzes
I don't know why..but I just do..try this one...if you dare (cue in scary music)
BY LOOKING AT A PICTURE OF A PERSON, YOU HAVE TO DECIDE IF HE IS
A COMPUTER GEEK OR A SERIAL KILLER. GO WITH YOUR GUT FEELING
AND CLICK ON YOUR CHOICE. THERE ARE 10 PHOTOS. YOUR SCORE WILL BE GIVEN AT THE END. My score 8/10..not bad. Leave your score in my comments..if you dare (cue in scary music)
Geek or Killer
BY LOOKING AT A PICTURE OF A PERSON, YOU HAVE TO DECIDE IF HE IS
A COMPUTER GEEK OR A SERIAL KILLER. GO WITH YOUR GUT FEELING
AND CLICK ON YOUR CHOICE. THERE ARE 10 PHOTOS. YOUR SCORE WILL BE GIVEN AT THE END. My score 8/10..not bad. Leave your score in my comments..if you dare (cue in scary music)
Geek or Killer
Sunday, April 09, 2006
New Blog
I've started a new blog..dedicated to my Kitchen Concerts. Let me explain. After dinner is done and it's my night on KP duty...I love to pop a CD into my Bose Wave and lose myself in the music while I engage in what is usually quite a mundane chore. I find that while listening , dancing, and singing to my favorite music...I actually LOOK FORWARD to this task. My family clears out because I usually crank up the volume to 50+ and I ALWAYS listen to the entire album.
:-)
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Thursday, April 06, 2006
Tonight's Kitchen Concert
Blues For Allah - The Grateful Dead
Was so thrilled to get my latest order from Amazon. 2 Dead CD's... The one playing as I write and Terrapin Station. Both later installments by the Dead. I didn't start listening to the Dead until the later 70's..then did my damndest to make up for lost time in concert attendance. Saw some great shows and had a fun fun time being a "Dead Head". The tunes still bring me back to those halcyon days.................................
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
NOT George Carlin's New Rules for 2006
As some of you may know, I check many MASS DISTRIBUTED emails I receive on SNOPES.COM, even when I know most are not true...I like to see it there on the web. This one is no exception...don't know who wrote it..we know Mr Carlin didn't..anyway I thought it was funny..thought you might too.
NOT George Carlin's new rules for 2006
New Rule: Stop giving me that pop-up ad for Classmates.com! There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days: mowing my lawn.
New Rule: Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Trout?
New Rule: Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these kids: lucky bastards.
New Rule: If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards, you're gay. If you're a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols. If you're a grown man, they're pictures of men.
New Rule: Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we're done. New Rule: There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket — water, but without that watery taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.
New Rule: Stop f***ing with old people. Target is introducing a redesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top is now the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, his ass will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved the Social Security crisis.
New Rule: The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low and one NutraSweet," ooh, you're a huge asshole.
New Rule: I'm not the cashier! By the time I look up from sliding my card, entering my PIN number, pressing "Enter," verifying the amount, deciding, no, I don't want cash back, and pressing "Enter" again, the kid who is supposed to be ringing me up is standing there eating my Almond Joy.
New Rule: Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your ass. And it translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual. You're just high.
New Rule: Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the US Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too damned exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait. They're already doing that. It's called "The Howard Stern Show."
New Rule: I don't need a bigger mega M&M. If I'm extra hungry for M&Ms, I'll go nuts and eat two. New Rule: If you're going to insist on making movies based on crappy, old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a remote so we can see what's playing on the other screens. Let's remember the reason something was a television show in the first place is that the idea wasn't good enough to be a movie.
New Rule: No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.
New Rule: and this one is long overdue: No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just had sex with George Michael. I can't even tell if he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. don't want to be on your webcam, dude. I just want to wash my hands.
New Rule: When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to know in months. "27 Months." "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.
NOT George Carlin's new rules for 2006
New Rule: Stop giving me that pop-up ad for Classmates.com! There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days: mowing my lawn.
New Rule: Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Trout?
New Rule: Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these kids: lucky bastards.
New Rule: If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards, you're gay. If you're a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols. If you're a grown man, they're pictures of men.
New Rule: Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we're done. New Rule: There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket — water, but without that watery taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.
New Rule: Stop f***ing with old people. Target is introducing a redesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top is now the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, his ass will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved the Social Security crisis.
New Rule: The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low and one NutraSweet," ooh, you're a huge asshole.
New Rule: I'm not the cashier! By the time I look up from sliding my card, entering my PIN number, pressing "Enter," verifying the amount, deciding, no, I don't want cash back, and pressing "Enter" again, the kid who is supposed to be ringing me up is standing there eating my Almond Joy.
New Rule: Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your ass. And it translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual. You're just high.
New Rule: Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the US Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too damned exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait. They're already doing that. It's called "The Howard Stern Show."
New Rule: I don't need a bigger mega M&M. If I'm extra hungry for M&Ms, I'll go nuts and eat two. New Rule: If you're going to insist on making movies based on crappy, old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a remote so we can see what's playing on the other screens. Let's remember the reason something was a television show in the first place is that the idea wasn't good enough to be a movie.
New Rule: No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.
New Rule: and this one is long overdue: No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just had sex with George Michael. I can't even tell if he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. don't want to be on your webcam, dude. I just want to wash my hands.
New Rule: When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to know in months. "27 Months." "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.
Good News Lately
We are once again blessed with a new grandchild. My step daughter gave birth to her 7th child last week. Baby Jude was delivered at home with a midwife in tow. AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Our 17 year old daughter is graduating high school in May. This is great news as it's been a bit of a tumultuous journey navigating her adolescence. She plans on community college in the fall. We're so proud of her.
Baseball season has once again started. I never was a fan until I moved to FLA and the Marlins won the world series..I was there for all the home play off games and the winning series game. I never experienced anything quite like that night. It was one of the most exciting events of my life. Even though the Marlins will more than likely leave South Florida by 2010..they have given me a true love of the game. I guess I will be courting other teams after that final season here.
Just feeling generally good lately and thought it would be wise to count my blessings.
:-)
Our 17 year old daughter is graduating high school in May. This is great news as it's been a bit of a tumultuous journey navigating her adolescence. She plans on community college in the fall. We're so proud of her.
Baseball season has once again started. I never was a fan until I moved to FLA and the Marlins won the world series..I was there for all the home play off games and the winning series game. I never experienced anything quite like that night. It was one of the most exciting events of my life. Even though the Marlins will more than likely leave South Florida by 2010..they have given me a true love of the game. I guess I will be courting other teams after that final season here.
Just feeling generally good lately and thought it would be wise to count my blessings.
:-)
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