tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25261988916406723312012-01-28T04:16:35.753-08:00Ok, so I have the attention span of a drunken gnat.tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.comBlogger501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-42106270700440498232011-08-08T13:55:00.000-07:002011-08-08T14:14:41.197-07:00

The French Bulldog Rescue Network (don't scroll down on their homepage if you don't want to see distressing "before" pics of some of the mistreated and neglected dogs they have taken in), a wonderful, wonderful organization (from whom we adopted our beloved Milo) desperately needs your help. If you are able to assist them at all, please make a donation to their fundraising campaign at their

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-6856402278129394532011-07-29T21:09:00.001-07:002011-07-29T21:45:05.203-07:00

My all-time top three compliments ever received, in the order in which they were bestowed: 1. "You look like an angel in that sweater." [beat, cocks head to side] "But really you're the devil."  (By my dear friend upon my entering the room wearing her favorite {obs-viously} cream-colored, cowl-necked sweater. She spoke spontaneously and then remembered who she was dealing with.) 2. "You're a gay

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-22690496105490463752011-07-26T15:00:00.000-07:002011-07-26T15:12:49.283-07:00

Conversation with customer service rep over phone:Rep: Thank you, Ms. Tal--, Ms. Ta--Me: [gives correct pronunciation] It's much easier than it looks.Rep: Oh, ok. Thank you, Ms. Ta-- Can I call you Tami?

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-6466203925057351822011-07-21T09:11:00.000-07:002011-07-21T12:05:48.495-07:00

Fuss until someone comes and picks you up and then lets you sleep on top of him/her for an hour. When someone puts you in your bed, sleep just long enough to give that person a false sense of security. Then, repeatedly pull your pacifier out and cry until someone puts it back in. When said someone tires of this game and literally bangs his/her head against the crib rail, s/he will likely pick you

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-56950186295935095582011-07-02T21:48:00.000-07:002011-07-02T21:57:32.254-07:00

Me: I tagged your aunt in that photo. I hope she isn't offended by the poop joke. J: I don't think she will be. She doesn't like it when 14-year-olds drop an f-bomb, though. Me: I'll remember that the next time I'm 14.

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-29591430130851568772011-06-06T12:27:00.001-07:002011-06-06T12:48:14.126-07:00

So, um, yeah, I had a baby. Here's how the birth went down. In short, it sucked.At my 39-week appointment, it was decided that we would induce that week due to my continued blood pressure issues and the fact that I now had protein in my urine. The plan was to begin the process on Wednesday night through the use of a cervical ripening agent and then to begin labor with Pitocin on Thursday

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-74191137439671192562010-06-11T16:05:00.000-07:002010-06-20T09:36:47.442-07:00

I just need to put this somewhere so I can show it to someone. Ta-da!!

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-37836040195158267632010-06-03T21:29:00.001-07:002010-06-04T14:07:50.030-07:00

I just had a long, thoughtful conversation with J regarding the relative merits of various kinds of crackers. And because I am a caring and considerate altruist, I will now share the outcome of that deeply philosophical discussion.Triscuits:Consensus reached. Not a cracker at all. Shredded Wheat masquerading as a cracker. Not good for dipping. Flavor is too strong (and nasty, imnsho) and

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-65902700346529495442010-05-31T19:09:00.000-07:002010-05-31T20:19:30.092-07:00

Oh, hai. Has it been five months already? Hunh. I'd explain, but eh.Anyhoo, my parents are wrapping up their week-long visit and I took some pictures over the weekend that I quite like. So here they are. Enjoy. Or don't. I don't control you. More's the pity.Golden ArchesForest for the StumpHolding SteadyWind-UpPeep ShowHoffstadt Creek Bridge (2340 ft. long, 600 ft. tall)SredrigDemarcation (

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-34319522975493824052009-12-30T08:24:00.000-08:002009-12-30T08:33:59.936-08:00

"O Tannenbaum"Apologies to Germans everywhereO Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,You will burn so delightfully.On Memorial Day when you're nice and dry,The inferno will burn brightly.The conflagration will be swell,The flames will be like those in hell.O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,You will burn so delightfully.

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-3154076545590530952009-12-27T18:29:00.001-08:002009-12-27T18:58:29.694-08:00

This has been a fairly craptacular year for us and I was in no way looking forward to the holidays. We even contemplated skipping the whole thing this year. But in the end, I just couldn't stomach the thought of not having a tree and not having our usual Christmas Eve gathering for all of our friends who also don't have family nearby. So we decided to plough on, cut back, and do the best we

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-65254892667731527112009-12-24T08:55:00.001-08:002009-12-24T08:59:52.750-08:00

Frosty fields with snow-covered mountains in the distance and the sun rising through a smattering of clouds shot through with pink and gold. Beautiful.

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-47850055034544241662009-02-08T18:50:00.000-08:002009-02-08T20:40:19.995-08:00

Let's recap, shall we?Dateline: Saturday, January 31It's Jason's birthday, but he's selflessly agreed to share it with tech day, a.k.a. the day from hell. After about 5 1/2 hours of readjusting the lights, timing the music cues, and endless other tedious little necessities to make a production worthwhile—ok, fine, and a nice little potluck lunch—we call it a day and all go home to rest and

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-79028471822148457172009-01-26T11:09:00.000-08:002009-01-26T15:24:54.369-08:00

I feel like maybe I should explain the evolving series of photos of my eyes as my profile pic. Pretty simple, really. Probably exactly what you think. And what the title implies. Vanity. Yep, I admit it. I'm obsessed with my eyes. I think they're my best feature and I've been complimented on them since before I was old enough to respond (and I started speaking at six months old [and haven't

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-89077289276611143912009-01-06T17:31:00.000-08:002009-01-06T17:32:54.948-08:00

Muy importante. Please take just a moment to read the following post and then go vote. Thanks!FBRNetwork News: The Frog Princess Begs a Boon

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I would like to officially nominate "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" as the creepiest holiday song ever. Have you listened to this song? I mean, I've known it for years. It's one of those songs that you just run around singing under your breath without realizing it until fellow shoppers start giving you strange looks and you remember that you can't carry a tune in a bucket and you probably

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-70969790000314115122008-12-19T18:08:00.001-08:002008-12-19T20:00:12.925-08:00

One of the great disadvantages of chucking everything and moving to beautiful Oregon (ok, so maybe a general announcement of, "Hey, I'm moving to Oregon—write if you get work," is not chucking everything, but whatever) has been the complete and utter absence of the glory that is Chick-fil-A. My arrival in the Beaver State (shut it) seems to have been timed almost exactly with the closure of the

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-28267046882979313652008-12-15T16:10:00.000-08:002008-12-15T16:38:49.253-08:00

Thanks to Creth, I don't actually have to think of a topic this time. And there was much rejoicing. We'll pretend like we don't remember that post I started last week and quickly lost interest in.1. Egg nog or hot chocolate?Hot chocolate. With Bailey's.2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?Santa used to just put them under the tree, but baby bro was (is) a brat and always

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-52841344023254857532008-12-08T11:07:00.001-08:002008-12-08T11:25:51.460-08:00

No, this is not some amazing new weight-loss program offering impossibly fantastic results. No, no. This is what I supposedly gained over Thanksgiving week. Seven pounds. In one week. I didn't even think this was physically possible. I mean, come on. There's just no way. Theoretically, I reject this number. I'm telling myself it was fluids. Repeatedly. It's the only way I can handle the

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-23871214111046750472008-10-30T16:06:00.000-07:002008-10-30T16:28:32.719-07:00

I can't figure this one out. Does no one at the grape farm own a dictionary? Is this some sort of obscure pun? Is "goolish" supposed to be funnier than "ghoulish"? I don't know, but it makes my head explode. Stop it.And don't even get me started on seasonal marketing ploys to sell the frickin' grapes, for cryin' out loud.I already edited this one. Couldn't stand it.And I didn't get a shot

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-20260305244541330462008-10-25T09:57:00.000-07:002008-10-30T16:29:12.517-07:00

It's been a month now since Milo died and I miss him so much. There are a thousand little things that remind me of him every day and induce fresh bouts of tears at least once daily. Making the bed triggers memories of how that little chug-butt managed to take up a third of the bed when physically he was only about an eighth of the size of each of the human occupants. Every time I drop an ice

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-11481742426517338882008-10-09T20:50:00.000-07:002008-10-13T12:22:06.849-07:00

Two weeks ago on September 25, we lost our beloved French bulldog, Milo, after a brief and sudden illness. He was the sweetest, most handsome, joyful, joyous, and silliest bundle of love you could ever hope to meet. Our home is colossally empty without him in it.We adopted Milo in August 2004 from the wonderful folks at the French Bulldog Rescue Network (FBRN). His foster mom, Kate, had done a

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-71164762752018095472008-09-11T21:01:00.001-07:002008-09-11T21:11:25.963-07:00

I'm not going to actually compose anything on my own anymore. I'm just going to regurgitate other people's creativity and find some of my old 10th grade creative writing projects (I really am—I have at least one that is awesome [said in my best singsongy voice]). In the spirit of redirection (sounds so much better than regurgitation, no?), go read this. See if you laugh as hard as I did. Which

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-2488582585486492612008-09-03T10:39:00.000-07:002010-03-01T15:46:41.859-08:00

He has pretty much summed up my life's philosophy with his strip today.If your local newspaper doesn't run Pearls Before Swine, you should definitely start a letter-writing campaign to get it featured. Genius.If you know and love Pearls, who is your favorite character? I have a soft spot for Guard Duck. "I'm growing weary of the hamper, Sir."

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-80101669641946110662008-08-31T13:30:00.000-07:002008-08-31T13:47:59.951-07:00

(This post ripped directly from the Pancreatic Cancer Action Network's site. This is a cause that is very important to my family and to many others around the nation. Thanks for taking the time to read and eternal gratitude for taking the time to vote.) The American Express Members Project to Fight Pancreatic Cancer needs your vote!(you don’t have to be a member to vote) American Express

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-55413146325519052532008-08-27T11:04:00.001-07:002008-08-27T15:25:38.746-07:00

When I logged in yesterday to post a new entry, I saw a draft of an unposted entry titled BUI. "Bui?" I asked myself. What the hell is bui? And then I noticed the date of the draft. And day. Friday. Uh-oh.There is a trend developing around Friday nights here. A trend that over the last three weeks has seen me exercise something less than moderation where my alcoholic intake is concerned. I

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-4468167924999636342008-08-26T09:42:00.000-07:002008-08-27T15:16:53.597-07:00

According to a recent article on Wired.com, Weight Watchers is a role-playing game. At least, the online e-tools version of it is, which is what I use, of course, due to that whole aversion to people thing. I found the comparison to be amusingly accurate and I was also oh-so-relieved that my geekdom is still so slight and insignificant that it took me quite a while to figure out the acronym.

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-36396359120358077362008-08-12T16:04:00.000-07:002008-08-27T15:16:33.234-07:00

My fellow Americans, if you wish to discuss your political opinions in public—and more to the point, within my earshot—please try and have the tiniest sliver of a clue with regards to what you are speaking of. Otherwise, I may be forced to march over to your table and brain you with a potsticker.As you may have gathered, we lunched today at the local Chinese buffet in honor of the Games of the

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-86271560274966080222008-08-04T11:49:00.000-07:002010-05-31T21:32:49.158-07:00

It's that time of year again! And while I would love to ramble on interminably about the seasonal migratory patterns of aquatic fowl, I don't actually know anything about them. But I do know that the brown pelicans show up here once a year, stay a while, and then--well, I was going to say they return from whence they came but maybe they have other stops on their itinerary. I don't know. I

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-21118015874239380432008-08-03T14:29:00.000-07:002008-08-04T19:09:30.989-07:00

So, the other day I was catching up on all the D-List episodes I missed while I was at my folks' house and I noticed that the lead-in to the show features Kathy saying, "Ok, here's the thing. . ." And while this has been a verbal crutch of mine for quite some time, I can't be sure I didn't pick it up from Ms. Griffin and don't want to be a copycat or a plagiarist or whatever, so I changed the

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-46525425794286953392008-07-26T22:14:00.000-07:002008-08-04T19:07:42.041-07:00

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?Yep. My middle name, DeAnn, is for my dad, Dean. See how they did that?2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?July 14.3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?Intermittently.4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?Would tuna fish qualify?5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?*smirks while grabbing crotch* Not that I know of.6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?Um, hell to the

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-5896190264736824082008-07-25T16:15:00.000-07:002008-08-04T19:07:29.229-07:00

-3As a 1930s wife, I amVery Poor (Failure)Take the test!

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-15970575295431143772008-07-25T15:46:00.000-07:002008-08-04T19:07:15.949-07:00

All right, so I'm not the world's best photographer, especially by camera phone from a moving (nonhoopty) vehicle. Check this beauty out, though.That right there is the mother of all hoopties, my friend. Look in awe.

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-25353011493033773722008-07-17T23:34:00.000-07:002008-08-04T19:13:59.131-07:00

So, two weeks ago last Tuesday (July 1 for the math challenged), I received a call from my parents telling me that tests showed that my 93-year-old grandfather's carotid artery was 95% blocked. He also had at least one mild stroke about a month ago. His doctor recommended surgery despite the risks and told my family that a decision needed to be made immediately and that they needed to call his

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-90597656281916545292008-06-30T22:14:00.001-07:002008-08-04T19:05:57.193-07:00

I'm feeling quite guilty for being ever-so-neglectful of my poor little bloggy for the last couple of months. But I've been crazy busy and chasing my ass in circles and, oh yeah, I'm still sick. Color me not happy. But I do have two new coloring books. Yay!!!I don't have any fresh ideas or anything I particularly care to rant about right now, at least not in a public forum where people who I

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-83519373296016319512008-06-14T08:58:00.000-07:002008-06-14T11:15:46.412-07:00

Or not, as the case may be. I woke up yesterday morning with a raging respiratory infection that seemed to have morphed overnight from the sore throat I'd had since Tuesday. I conveniently already had a doctor's appointment scheduled for midmorning due to the abscess on my scar from surgery six months ago. I know I shouldn't be getting abscesses this long after the surgery, but someone forgot to

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-17651031605807331032008-05-15T16:47:00.001-07:002008-08-04T19:10:06.011-07:00

Things I Have LearnedThat you should not eat applesauce with a fork. It'll work but you just might burst something vital in the frustration of attempting it. (This I just learned today.)That you should not set a full bottle of Coca-Cola on the edge of a tub you are currently bathing in. Unless, of course, you like the sticky.That you really should be careful what you wish for. Case in point,

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-87143366924776746592008-05-01T09:29:00.001-07:002008-08-04T19:01:18.046-07:00

Why do certain people in yoga and Pilates classes always seem to think they are so much more advanced than they actually are? And why does it cheese me off so badly? And why do they never think the instructor is talking to them, despite the fact that they are doing the very thing the instructor is cautioning us not to do?In my observation, there are two types of these posers and they are almost

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-11899817732154385052008-04-28T10:04:00.000-07:002008-08-04T19:00:49.931-07:00

14I really expected to do better than that. What's your number?

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We're off to the big city to eat Indian food and make a Costco run and just generally muck about. Yes, we do know how to celebrate in high style.And that's all I have to say about that.ETA:Ok, I lied. I have more to say because I have to show you the kick-ass shoes I got at the Rack for $23.You can see them from all angles at Zappos. And you know you want to. I also got a dress and two lovely

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-28594389521250110052008-04-22T08:11:00.000-07:002008-08-27T15:16:14.474-07:00

Warning: Mild scatological references. Brace yo'self.And X & Z for that matter. See, I skipped Pilates this morning for two reasons. Firstly, because I had a sudden onset of the tummy rumbles and had to rush home to the restroom. And secondly, because I had a sudden onset of the tummy rumbles and had to rush home to the restroom. I'll explain.Reason #1: I take Pilates at the Y. There are no

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-28175889196222301602008-04-16T23:56:00.000-07:002008-04-17T00:42:39.489-07:00

"I Love a Margarita"Apologies to Eddie RabbittI love a margarita,I love a margarita,I love to taste the tartness,Feel the sweetness,As it slides down my throat.Ya know it makes me feel good.Tequila washes my cares away,I wake up to a sunny day.Yeah, I love a margarita, oo, oo..."Milo"Apologies to Smokey Robinson and The TemptationsI've got sunshineOn a cloudy day.When it's cold outside,I've got

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-88148622409331370552008-04-10T17:43:00.000-07:002008-04-10T18:10:33.750-07:00

I am a voracious reader. I love to read. I will read as the world crumbles around my ears. That being said, and as much as it pains me to admit it, I simply do not care for most classic literature. I never finished Pilgrim's Progress. I struggled through Anna Karenina and immediately forgot most of it. I hated the vast majority of what I was forced to read in British and American literature

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-17195839343113270662008-04-06T19:49:00.000-07:002008-04-06T20:52:41.897-07:00

Today I received the best compliment of my acting career, such as it is. I went to an audition and the director, who is a professional actor of many years and who has recently purchased a home in the area (psst, this guy), told me that he really enjoyed my performance in Sylvia and that he liked my energy and he said several other nice things that I can't exactly recall because I was REELING and

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-88019787552570427242008-04-04T13:00:00.000-07:002008-08-27T15:15:44.349-07:00

Excuse me while I toot my own horn for a mo'.I started following the Weight Watchers plan 1/29, a little over a month after my breast reduction. (To read a lengthy, slightly incoherent, and heavily drug-induced account of the surgery, see my old MySpace blog.) They removed roughly 4 pounds of tissue during the redux, but I somehow lost a total of 6.4 pounds between surgery date weight and 1/29.

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-50779233464404618592008-04-03T16:18:00.000-07:002008-04-04T13:00:02.419-07:00

Sweet lord 'n butter, WHAT is going on around here? As if the antics of Safeway and Fred Meyer weren't enough, U.S. Bank has decided to get in on the fun.A little background info, if you don't mind. (Even if you do,tough toodles. You no make-a the blog, you no make-a the rules. First rule, btw, was any grammar I like is fine regardless of its technical correctness. But I digress.) When we first

tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246946643485760928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526198891640672331.post-17409908273453670022008-04-03T16:04:00.000-07:002008-04-04T12:59:41.575-07:00

So I'm in Fred Meyer this morning, browsing for shirts because all of a sudden mine are all too BIG. Ain't it grand? : D Anyway, an announcement comes over the loudspeaker, "Attention all employees. Today is Norma Whosit's* birthday. Please be sure and wish Norma a happy birthday when you see her. Also, there is cake available in the breakroom if any employees want some."Que? Did I just hear you

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Yeah, you, Safeway. I'm talking to you. Let's face it. None of the employees in any of your stores knows my name, nor have they ever known my name, nor will they ever know it. And if they did know it, they wouldn't be able to pronounce it. Hell, I went through 13 years of public school with people who failed to learn how to pronounce it. But never once in all of those 13 years, did any of my

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Ok, for reasons that remain unclear, I cannot add pics to the previous post without inserting mutilple line spaces between the bullet points. And that is ugly and a waste of space. So, I'm just putting the pics in a separate post. Nanner, nanner, Blogger, you can't stop me.Raging blizzard Gray Monk Winery Mission Hill Winery

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SundayDroveDrove some morePassed through Nooksack, WA & Chilliwack, BCComposed "Nooksack, Chilliwack, Give the Dog a Bone" and giggled for hoursDrove through raging blizzard and did not giggleArrived, checked in, unloaded, and had some yummy Indian foodMondayStocked up on non-HFCS Coca-Cola and Miracle Whip and found some fancy Crystal Light flavorsM got prom dress, http://www.morilee.com/

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