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.

I think I might need a tea set, I shall search the thrift stores high and low, low and high, here and there!

So, I'm into orange food this week.
Carrots, Cheeze-Nips, oranges . . . which is strange because I normally have a policy of never eating foods that are all the same color together. (I know, also strange.)
For example, a meal of mac and cheese, yellow squash and corn is totally out of the question; spinich souflee, green beans and salad, not on my plate, no.

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check it out,
love, the elderly school girl

Some tidbits from today:
I saw a gold-glitter car, it said, "classic" on the side, and the owner was ever-so-proud of his automobile, truly, it was weirder than it sounds.

I saw a giant tennis shoe. I mean GIANT! I mean I think Big Tex lost his running shoe! It was on the back of a truck trailer. I'd guess about a size . . . oh, maybe 102! I was really wishing at that point that I had a camera.

I like my new blog template. I ingeniously downloaded it from another web site.
I looked at two other blog sites, but they were tres complicated. Guess I'll stick it out here.

I saw on the news today that there have been 19 days of above 95 degree temps in September this year here in the DFW area. Do we need to discuss how much that sucks? It's a record breaker. Yeah. Indian summer . . . Indian freaking broiler!

There are some people at a place that I go to often that I don't like, nor do I trust them. One is a definite stabber and tattler. Another is a punk, I bet I could get the latter in trouble, just for fun, if I wanted to. :0) Poor baby-- I shouldn't be mean to the fish. I'll consider my options, there are so few days left.

I've been thinking I should celebrate my 1/2 birthday. I hereby declare my half birthday to be on St. Patrick's Day! Get your own 1/2 birthday!

adieu

i got a mule

her name is sal



fifteen miles


on the erie canal

I saw a little Dachshund/Chihuahua mix, she was cute! Buzz thought so too, he tried to make babies with her, but she was not ready to go so far so fast. (Typical male, ready to make it- like, a minute after seeing her.)

Buzz can't help it, he's a very manly dog. Other tiny dogs immediately submit in his presence. We went to Octoberfest and he ran in the wiener races, he got 3rd place (out of four, but who cares about that?) That was just because he was distracted. Off the track, he dominated those wienies

I watched "My Name is Earl" and "Bones" this past week. Although I really liked Earl, I doubt I will be dutifully be watching either show. "Bones" was ever-so-much like CSI, which I like, but seriously, enough is enough.

They made a smart-show dumb mistake which irritated me. It was a story about a guy who crashed his car into a building, and the building blew up because there were explosives attached to the car. It was considered an act of terrorism. The body in the car is too burned up to ID, so they call in the forensic/anthropoligical expert. She determines through his bone structure and other stuff that the driver was an Afghan who was a peace ambassador between Muslim groups and the US government.

So . . . they go talk to his wife who gets angry that they automatically assume he's a terrorist just because he's "Arab." I know they both start with A, but Afghans and Arabs are not the same peoples; an Afghan would readily point that out, as would an Arab. Oh well, I guess that little slip won't effect most of the American population, so whatever. I thought the acting was stiff, but I suppose I'd watch it again if I was bored.

Earl, however, I'd love to watch Earl. He was funny. No time, but I'm not worried, it will come out on DVD-- then I will have time! Some quotes if you please: said the day hooker: "I tried Earl! I did! I told him he was handsome, but he just ran away. I even pulled out my good boob!" and then said Earl's brother: "I think you're trying to sell a cat to a man of fancy dogs."

A very gentle Southern lady was driving across the Savannah River Bridgein Georgia one day. As she neared the top of the bridge, she noticed a young man fixing (ready) to jump.She stopped her car, rolled down the window and said, "Please don'tjump, think of your dear mother and father."He replied, "Mom and Dad are both dead; I'm going to jump."She said, "Well, think of your wife and children."He replied, "I'm not married and I don't have any kids."She said, "Well, think of Robert E. Lee."He replied, ''Who's Robert E. Lee?''She replied, ''Well bless your heart, just go ahead and jump, you dumbass Yankee."

I may be a Yankee, but I do know who Robert E. Lee was, so I guess that makes me a smart-ass Yankee. :0)

This right here, this is why I probably shouldn't have kids . . .