I dressed up for the costume contest at work. I was Dr. Jane Goodall. I know why I didn't win! Nobody knew who Dr. Jane Goodall was! (Or it could be that all those dirty old men voted for the skinny pirate girl in her corset and tight pants!)

Kermit gets a new outfit each month

This is the death cookie: There was a scary cookie contest at work. What could be more scary than a gummy skeleton breaking free from an icing and crushed m&m grave? I don't know! But I did not win.

I would have included a picture of Buzz in his costume, but he refused to stand still and then the battery ran out. Dumb dog.

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unfortunately, I do not have a burrito soul mate . . . spread the word I know my burrito buddy is out there!

Above is just another example of why I need blogger lessons . . .

I went to a party tonight and met a man, who although perhaps only addressed three comment to me, changed a negative first impression into a “I’d really like to know that guy” impression.

Who knows how long he had been there (drinking) before we showed up. It seems it could have been quite a while, but in reality probably not long at all.

He was a man of a “certain age” late 40s, early 50s. He had thinning, graying hair, a loud voice, perfect teeth and was wearing a flamingo pink sports jacket. His wife was thin and not beautiful in a conventional way but attractive, natural and quiet.

They were playing poker (I was watching) and this guy, Greg, was making up his own games and rules when it was his turn to call the game. The bets were ranging from 25 cents to a dollar. He bet “fiddy cent” each round. Mostly because he liked to say, “fiddy cent.”

What came off as loud and obnoxious at first turned into funny and fun loving. ( I was only drinking water for your information!) He was laughing and making every one else laugh and I suddenly realized that he reminded me very much of someone I knew from college.

He even looked like my friend a little. I felt like asking Greg his family name, even though the likelihood of them being related was slim.
I guess I just miss my friend.
I hope in 20 years that is my friend at a party.
Laughing and making everyone laugh.

DIYARBAKIR, Turkey (Reuters) -- A Turkish court has fined 20 people for using the letters Q and W on placards at a Kurdish new year celebration, under a law that bans use of characters not in the Turkish alphabet, rights campaigners said.

http://www.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/europe/10/25/turk.letters.reut/index.html

http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp

One day I will figure out how to make a hyper link, but not today.

Check this one out anyway, I just found out (to my great disapointment) there was no moon the night I was born. The good news is that I was probably conceived on Christmas Eve. :0)

I feel like this:

I went to Wal-Mart the other day to buy a watch battery. I got to the jewelry counter and ask for a battery the “this” watch. The woman says, “We can’t take the back off that watch, you have to do it yourself.”
So, I said, “okay.” And I got out my handy little knife and started opening it. In the process I stabbed my thumb, and started bleeding all over the place.

Usually I carry bandages in my purse, but it so happened I has used the last one that morning when I discovered unbeknownst to me, my finger had been bleeding. (Right on that spot where you hold your pen on your middle finger, and now, because it didn’t have a bandage, it’s infected and it hurts to write!)

I took the bandage off my finger and put it on my thumb to stop the bleeding so that I could continue in my effort to get the watch back off.
I got the watch back off and gave the woman the battery. She looked at it and said, “We don’t have this battery.”

“Oh, really?” What I really meant by that was, “I’m BLEEDING!”

I took the battery and put it back in the watch. I started to put the watch back on, and in the process . . . I broke the watch band.
Luckily, this watch didn’t have any sentimental value because I then threw it across the jewelry section and ran away waving my thumb in the air, screaming “I’m bleeding! BLEEDING!”

No, I didn’t do that.

I put the watch in my purse and thought “I guess I’ll throw this back in the glove compartment of my car, where I found it.”

Oh yeah—found items. Speaking of found items in the glove compartment--- I know I’ve had that car for what --- 4 years now? Just last week I decided to clean out the glove box. I found that watch, several hair pins, the pin number for the previous owner’s bank account, some “Navy Reserves” sunglasses, (that I could have sworn I’ve thrown away several times before) and to top it off directions to the previous owner’s doctor’s office and a copy of the previous owner’s birth control method instructions.
Thank you so much previous owners . .. . You know who you are . . . as if I didn’t know too much already.

Anyway, back to me and my bleeding thumb.
Well, there’s actually not any more to the story of the bleeding thumb. I just bought a new watch since the old one was broken and the battery was dead and Wal-Mart didn’t have a new battery.
When I got home I found another watch with the same size battery and I fixed the band, so now I have an abundance of watches.
Thanks for your concern.

I'm going to post . . . I have a blog in my purse. My purse was left behind last night. I hope my blog is still in there. My blogs are very valuable.

I was watching a cable version of the Jungle Book and I liked these lines:
Shar Khan: "Revenge is best served cold!"
Hyena: "Ohh! Yeah! Revenge is like ice-cream!"
(They both run away.)

I'm so tired and my study group is MIA. I don't know why I even showed up. I don't even like studying in groups.
Which does lead into the fact that I should be studying not writing blogs about conversations between tigers and hyenas.

Gotta go.
More when the purse is returned.

PS the girl beside me in the library types like a wild person, on caffeine! She's scaring me! She's only using four fingers! Mmmm caffeine . . .

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Make that 30,000 in Pakistan.
Go here: http://humanitarianman.blogspot.com/
give here: file://www.securedpath.com/
or here: http://www.imcworldwide.org/index.shtml
as was recommended by someone in the know-

I am generally not a good source for news, but I cannot keep from mentioning there are over 1,000 dead in Pakistan resulting from an earthquake centered outside of Islambad. Pakistan, Kashmir, Afghanistan and India were all effected. This event, like many similar others before it will not effect us (Americans) directly. It was on the news today, tomorrow we are allowed to forget.
It's hard for me to forget.
Over 1,000 dead in Guatemala, land slides in the mountains resulting from the rain from Hurrican Stan.
I can't forget tomorrow.
I've been to these places. I've seen these lives, I've seen the everyday struggle. And now so many have lost what little they had.
Hope is free, but sometimes even that is hard to come by.

Remember this.
Pray for true love.
Pray for hope.
Pray for charity.
Remember this.