tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60570742011-08-10T08:27:50.645-04:00A collection of random updates and happenings in my world.MLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08256882514541767601noreply@blogger.comBlogger2551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057074.post-92718784786739312009-11-08T11:44:00.002-05:002009-11-08T11:53:39.002-05:00

I am heading to Fairfax, VA this evening for two days of data collection, etc. It is like going for a 2 day job interview. I have to be "on" the entire time and I am exhausted thinking about the prospect. I guess I had better get used to this sort of thing. I think consulting will be similar feeling. Okay, off to try to finish preparing and then packing up and driving.

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M and I hosted about 25 people at our house for pumpkin carving on Sunday. We had a lot of fun! I was a little stressed at first because the house seemed so crowded, but it all worked out fine in the end. Below are some photos of the carving. We used the basement and that worked really nice. It was warm and there was plenty of light and all the mess was kept in the basement. I think this may

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So, I am having a week or two of crazy vivid dreams. I have not had many dreams for about 6 months. However, with M's father passing away and school responsibilities, I must not be sleeping quite as well. So, the dreams are back. The most amusing to me was a dream about M's father's paintings. In my dream we went to visit a gallery that currently has some of his dad's paintings and the

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This is part of a conversation I had with myself the other night. I have this conversation quite often with respect to kitchen bakeware. Last night I made homemade pizza. I found a new dough recipe that takes about 15 minutes less than the old one and decided to try it. This recipe has you bake the pizza at 500. Additionally, you heat the baking stone up in the oven so that it is very hot

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We made homemade pesto from our basil plants and so I made some fresh bread to go with it. For about a year now I have been baking bread. I really enjoy it, but I have found it to be very time intensive. I have thought about getting a bread maker, but I really like the way that handmade bread tastes and so I haven't been convinced about getting a bread maker. Maybe it would work if I used it just

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My dad and Manu as we were getting ready to head back to the house.Manu's big catch!Being home is so peaceful.

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In a case of imperfect translation I think I have found a new saying. A student in my program said this to me as I left for a meeting the other day. He is an international student and has only been speaking English for about a year. I love "be successful" over "good luck". "Be successful" implies I have some control over the situation. I think I am adopting it as my new saying instead of "

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1. Wedding PicsI have gotten a few pics from the photographer/friend that shot our wedding and I am itching to share them. I want to put them on facebook, etc. However, I am resisting because it seems that is what everyone does. I can't reconcile my feelings that there is more to me than the fact that I got married, that there is more going on in my life than a wedding with the fact that

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The picture below is the current weather system above us as I sit here and type. It has rained most of the day, but this evening there have been thunderstorms and a lot more rain.Today we went and sampled water at wells on the resort. Then i taught a lecture and after that we went to the health clinic in town and visited Norberto. I met him the last time I was here. He is a doctor at the

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We sampled the lagoons this morning. Here are some pics of the lagoon. They are very clear with temps from 78 to 80. They are part of a reserve here at the resort. The students so far seem like really good kids.

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I'm thinking about getting back into blogging. I've recently been reading blogs again and thought I might add what I have to say about various things. As usual, my posting will be mostly self-serving, self-interested, and self-promoting. Today I realized that I am extremely territorial and think I am entitled to more than I likely am. I am territorial about my space when I walk to school and

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Words: DetweilerMusic: Detweiler, Hordinski and BergquistRecording: Eveis it because I cannot see youthat you feel so free to stealmy excess baggage full of darkness and despairwhile I fumble with my locksyou’re content to stand and knockyet I know your knack for thievery is raredo you know they call it arsonsetting fires without permissionin my heart for sure and maybe elsewhere toothough your

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On my walk to school the other morning, there was truck waiting at the light the same time as me. It was a Chevy Avalanche. The license plate said "Gators 1", there was a back window sticker that had something to do with preserving the Florida gator and then this sticker....What Liberal Media? I don't know what they were about. I couldn't tell if they were being sarcastic or not. Any

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Today I saw one of my students at the gym. This was sort of weird. One of the reasons it is weird is because the clothes I wear to the gym are typically tight. I usually wear tight pants and tight tank tops. I tend to get really hot on my shoulders and I very rarely wear T-shirts because they always feel restricting. Anyway, it just isn't really an outfit that I want to run into my students

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Sunday I went to B&N while MGS went to a movie with friends. I had to finish doing grading and then I got to peruse all the books. It was quite enjoyable. While sitting in the Cafe grading, I was seated right to a couple that were on a first date. They had met online and this was their first meeting. The guy got on my nerves and there was a part of me that wanted to say something to the girl

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Ice Cube singing "You Can Do It" (the edited version) followed by Roger Miller singing "Chug-a-lug Chug-a-lug" followed by Pentecostal Bouffants singing "The Root of Jesse". I finally joined with the rest of the world and received an iPod for my birthday from my family. I LOVE IT!!!

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or the Green Man Group, depending on which marker I use for class. I use overheads when teaching and I use either a blue or green marker to write on them. I come away each day with my hands spotted. Anyone who has ever painted with me (there are two of you) knows I end up with it everywhere, it is the same with the marker. I have stressed and stressed about using overheads. I would give

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I'm sitting in Daily Grind, one of the local coffee shops. There is a girl that works here that has this very high pitched giggle. Each time I hear it, I feel like she is somewhere in her own house and some boy is making advances at her. Also in the coffee shop is a guy dressed in fatigues with the deepest voice I've heard in a while. Seems to be military through and through...except he keeps

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* I was shamed in the locker room for being naked. I've always showered in the group shower because that is where I've seen other people shower. The individual showers look like they are from the 70's and I had never seen people using them, so I assumed they didn't work. I've started going to the gym in the morning and with the students back there are more people around. The other morning I

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This is how I treat my long-distance friends as well. I don't write, I don't call, then I pick them back up and hope they take me back. Getting ready for teaching has taken a lot of time and then I was also trying to finish up one of my projects. It is so much better than before...so no complaints on being busy, just trying to excuse my lack of posting. So my apologies, I'll try to do better.

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This is the blurb and the link to the story about Bitmunk. I've used this service a little and they are up against big names, so this is my way of trying to help something that I think is worthwhile. If you have a few minutes, check out their site, it is a very different way of thinking from some of the other companies in their industry. They need to get more big name artists on board, but

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1. I'm a cheater. Today, I stopped at Starbucks and got coffee, then I had to walk a different route to work in order to aviod the local coffee shop I usually stop at. There was no real reason for cheating, I just decided to do it.2. I've been straigtening my slightly wavy hair the last month and I feel guilty and have a very irrational fear that my hair will just stop being curly.3. I

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One of my old advisors was in the department today (he retired after me, that is how hard I was on him). He asked what I was still doing around and I told him about teaching in the fall. I then said, "After that I really have to figure out what to do with my life." His reaction was quite different from my previous/current boss. He said, "Well, you're not 45, you're not even 30. These

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Important happenings.....- Yesterday after I slung my expensive "satchel" over my head to walk to work, I had to pull my hair out from under the strap. My hair is getting long enough to get caught under the strap when it is on my shoulder!! - I have only completed the shopping for 1 birthday in the month of November and there are no less than 6 more for me to shop for. Three of those birthday's

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So I’m heading home in a few days. MB is going with me!! Anyway, that isn’t the point of this post. The point of this post is to talk about my dream I had last night and how it relates to going home. So in my dream I am driving home and am with a friend and her husband. We stop at this place where everyone is gathered for the day before the wedding (my cousin is getting married). Anyway, I’

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At least I am today. I don't know what to post today, but I want to get back into this being an outlet for ideas and thoughts that I have throughout the day. One topic I've been thinking about lately has to do with security. Security in our lives in the sense of job and thus financial security. I quit my job as many of you know and am now working on two part-time projects. I am enjoying it

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-- Caught a nasty cold. :(-- Went to an old roommate's wedding, locked my keys in the car. :), :(-- Went on vacation with my sisters, brothers-in-law, and nephews. Will post pics if my sisters ever send any because I'm lame and don't own a camera. :), :(-- Went to MB's company picnic, played Ultimate Frisbee in flip flops. Tore cartilage (is that even how you spell it) in my knee. :), :(--

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-Getting up at 5:30 to ride my bike while J ran. She still kicked my butt. I'm sort of not very good on the bike, but I did something dammit!-Fixing and eating a good breakfast with J. -Food to actually take my lunch!-I dressed up and actually did my hair.-Tonight a party at the Chewies for the littlest Chewies birthday.See that is what a workout in the morning does for you...if only I could

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So the new plan is to stay here for a couple of more month(s).

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So I took off early on Friday and headed with the chewies to Ocean City, NJ. It was a really good trip. The highlights:--Getting to take a convertible to the beach. I'd never ridden a convertible for more than around town.--Eating a meal cooked by Chewie's mom. --Seeing little M and getting to play with her.--Very gracious hosts in the form of Chewette's parents.--Riding bikes everyday on the

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I have to rant because I just got back from the gym and was super annoyed by this girl there. Here are the things that annoy me at the gym:-If you put weights on a machine....remove them. I should not have to remove your weights. It is like throwing your trash away. It is your mess, clean up your own mess.-Just because you are doing "stations" does not mean that you are allowed to have the

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Remember me "breaking up" with my boss? Well this morning he asked me to stay. He said really really nice things about me and the job I've done here and how he really wants me to see the re-programming through the next year.

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So two weeks ago I had to have the steering column wiper blade controller fixed. Of course this is a part that only the dealers carry because it virtually never goes out. So I got to visit the local Rip-Off Dealer and give them all my money. This week even more drama. As I'm backing out of the driveway on Sunday night, I'm watching in my left mirror to make sure I don't hit the new roomies

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Mexico is out. As discussed at breakfast this morning, I've found a new dream. Thanks to R for the pic.

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So I started the day 6:30 a.m. Made it to the gym, had a great workout. Then I decide the windshield wiper problem I had noticed earlier in the week isn't getting any better. So M took me to Shelor Motor Mile where it took 1/2 hour to find the right place for them to charge me $74 just to look at the thing. At the end of the day...the switch on the steering column for my wipers went bad...

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Is "manholes" the right word? I'm talking about the holes in the street that go down to whatever system is below the street. Here is my question...why don't they place all of these either in the middle of the road or the middle of the lane so that you don't have to drive over them? All over Blacksburg you have to either swerve into the other lane or else run over them. It drives me CRAZY, and

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Below are pics of me and my nephews. Both of them are great! The little guy was super snuggly. S (the older nephew) and I got to go to Animal Kingdom with my friend B who works for Disney. We went on a safari which he loved. Thanks B for taking us! It was a pretty low key event, ut I got to play a ton of board game with the older nephew and I got to hold and feed the little one. At one

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Blogger and I took a slight "breather" from our relationship. I haven't had the energy to put into writing, so I just slacked off. However, I will uphold the 72 hour rule for travel and blog about meeting the newest member of the family. I'm waiting on some pics from A.

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Ephraim Lucas. He was born April 21 at 9:02pm. I get to go and meet him in two weeks!My trip home at Easter was enjoyable but unremarkable so no stories to tell and no pictures to post because no one in my family takes pictures. Work has been much busier, making me much happier. Still haven't decided what I'm going to do. Myself and LPR are having a lot of fun brainstorming and dreaming

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Rain, rain, stay todayLucinda, Lucinda, cry todayCoffee and a sconeIn my handA quiet sidewalkmatches my spiritRain, rain, stay todayLucinda, Lucinda, cry today

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2 days!! :)

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Bob Dylan on the radio, a meal made for me, fresh flowers in a vase on the table. I was wearing flip flops with jeans and a simple white T-shirt. The breeze coming through the open door gives me goosebumps, but I smile, better than I imagined and I think “this time it might last”.Playing catch in the front yard. No shoes, so when the wild throw went over my head I had to tip toe across the

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Aquarius January 20 - February 18New and exciting experiences help to color one's life, which explains why yours is an insipid shade of cement grey.Get yours here.Sometimes they just make me smile, so I thought I would share.

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I love them because it is much better for the environment for people to use bikes among other benefits. I admire and wish I were part of their elite group. I haven't joined them yet because I'm afraid...it is a multi-faceted fear. I hate them because some of them are inconsiderate and I have often nearly killed them. This morning, I was driving around the drillfield, the sun was in my eyes, a

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Maybe Eddie Watson is to Nate what Brad Pitt was to Edward Norton. Stupid, stupid headache alll day long. Not debilitating (I'm writing this), but will not go away even with medicine and sleep and is making my stomache completely upset. Why does my body hate me?What the *&#@ am I doing with my life? At this point, I'm leaving the job at the end of June to middle of July and I have no idea

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1. Random story. On my way back from lunch a couple of days ago, I stopped to pick up a piece of trash lying on the ground. It was just a brochure or something and I thought I would do my part and toss it in the trash. I turned it over to see what it was and there was a post-it note on the front this is what it said, "M(my full frst name), I figured out where the place is." Then there was a

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I hate talking on the phone. For some reason that I have yet to fully understand, I hate talking on the phone. I will not call people back for weeks upon weeks simply because I dread talking on the phone. It isn't that I don't want to talk to the person or hear how they are doing, it is quite the opposite, I really do want to know how old friends are doing. However, I am akward on the phone

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Freedom!!! I cut my hair yesterday. I had intended to get just a trim, but throughout the course of the day, I changed my mind. Sometimes long hair can be oppressive. The change feels great! It has also been fun to see the shock on some people’s faces. I think a lot of people were more attached to my hair than I was. It is just hair and it will grow back and it doesn’t define who I am!!!

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We arrived late Thursday night. We missed the first exit, but still found the place with no problem. After dumping our stuff at the hotel, reapplying lipstick and fluffing our hair, we set out to find Alegna (name have been changed to protect the innocent) down on River Street. River Street runs along the river (those southerners sure are clever with their street naming) and has lots of dusty,

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and I spray painted my hair, or rather, I let some stranger paint it. I'll post more on the weekend later. I wanted to post something so that the "valley girl" post was lower on the list, but this might not help the cause.

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It can turn your heart black you can trust It'll take your God-filled soul Fill it with devils and dustBruce Springsteen's Devils + Dust album is really really good. Okay, now that that is out of the way. I'm not sure what I've been doing lately. Spending time with friends and enjoying the AMAZING weather we had over the weekend. Of course as I look

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I’ve realized that I have become really really judgmental of people. I’m not sure when/how this happened. I’ve mentioned before that I have a difficult time removing a person from their character traits. Well recently I’ve realized that I’ve lost some of my compassion for people. I know that people act a certain way because of their own hurts/fears/insecurities. Yet, recently I’ve lacked the

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Well, I did it; I broke up with my boss. I said all the usual things: It’s not you it’s me. I think we should see other people. We just aren’t moving in the same direction. The breakup had been coming for a couple of weeks and I actually had planned to do it on Friday, but Monday morning, I just wanted it over with. I’m relieved yet scared; it means I actually have to make good on these

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Four Jobs I've Had: Research Associate EconomistGrocery store clerk (I was really good at this, I always had fast times)Web editor and designer Four Movies I can Watch Over and Over: Return to MeYou’ve Got MailPrincess BrideA History of Violence Four Places I've Lived: Montrose, MOPrague, CZ (but only for a summer)Blacksburg, VASt. Louis, MO Four TV Shows I Love:

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Yeah! Spent the weekend in Arizona at Nate and Bri's wedding festivities. It is amazing when two people that you are so happy for join in marriage. Nate and Bri are two of the most genuinely good and kind people that I have ever met. It was such a joy to watch them exchange vows. I felt honored to get to share in their day. It was truely a celebration.I traveled with N and M and little M.

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I must say I felt sort of "cool" having my hands wrapped. I think I'm going to try this for a bit. Two friends have been doing it for about 8 months and invited me to join them.

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My good friend M.A. visited from Missouri. She got into town on Thursday night and I drug her to all my favorite spots for the next couple of days: The Cellar, Bollos, Rivermill, and campus. I also made her listen to my incessant worrying about the future. We continued the birthday celebrating by going out Friday night. First a bunch of people came over to watch Arrested Development and then

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Tonight is the 2-hour season finale. We are postponing the celebrating in order to watch. Anyone around is welcome to stop by the SS and join us.

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I was treated to breakfast at Gillies this morning by my roommates! Thanks A and J. Tonight it is homemade pizza!

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Some days this roller coaster that I have chosen to ride upon is almost more than I can bear. It begs the question, “Why don’t I just get off?”. Is the thrill worth the feeling of sickness that accompanies it? I guess it is since I keep on going. I have always been scared/excited by carnival rides and the like. I remember one year on vacation we went to the North Pole. It is an amusement

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I wrote and recited a poem in my dreams about rocks this morning!

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WB has loaned me some Joss Stone the last couple of days. I am so digging her! It makes me want to move! Slept horrible last night. R.M. I feel your pain. All I can think about is how I want to be at home taking a nap; it doesn’t do much for my productivity here! The coffee has helped a little. I watched Oprah yesterday as I was cleaning and doing laundry. The show had three grown men who

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So my car now has VA license plates and my driver's license is a Virginia driver's license. I'm quite sad. I'm from Missouri!!

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First off, I am shallow (this in reference to a comment I made earlier this week) at times and I can be really vain. For a while after I first grew my hair long (I’ve had short hair most of my life) I was worried it would catch on fire because well, I thought it looked pretty long. :) So far it hasn’t caught on fire. However, at a concert one time I did think this rather large 40-year old who

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Can't think of anything to doMy left brain knows all of love is fleetingHe's just looking for something newI said it once before but it bears repeating-Joss Stone, "Fell in Love with a Boy"

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This weekend was full of feel-good moments and several laugh-at-myself moments. 1. Margarita's at Cabo on Friday at 5:00 with J.2. Hitting a PhD Computer Science Engineer on the head that I had never met before. (He was bending down to hear me better, I was making a hand gesture)3. Lingerie shopping with N. 4. B's shower. Both B's and N's families seem wonderful. 5. I finally made myself

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I have officially missed three of his birthday's since I moved out here. My sister A and her family are flying home in a week and I haven't seen my brother-in-law or nephew in over a year. It is CRAZY!! There is a line from the movie "Little Women" which I always think of..."Will we never all be together again?". It seems like one of us moves back closer and then another one moves away. The

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These girls ROCK!! I think my last post could get me really ticked off, so I thought something pleasant to look at was in order, and I just got it so I was excited.

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The Supreme Court just ruled on a case out of Oregon about assisted suicide. The other reason I am glad this went the way it did has to do with state's rights versus federal law. Growing up in the Catholic church they always taught us that if you committed suicide you went straight to hell. This always bothered me and I'm not sure they still teach this, but even back then I thought it made no

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The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think. - Horace WalpoleRev. Jesse Jackson spoke on campus yesterday. I didn't have a ticket so I missed his talk. Anyone get to see him? I went to several talks last year, sponsored by various organizations and was very disappointed. It has sort of turned me off speakers for a while, especially political speakers. I think I

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Since I seem to continue to be stuck on trying to figure something out(I'm not sure what that something is), here is the latest question I've been thinking about. The above title is actually from an e-mail from WB. I think this statement is correct, but does that mean we have no control over how we are feeling? I have always believed that if you didn't like an emotion/feeling you were having

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It is a small yet very powerful thing. Once gained, hard to lose? Once lost, hard to gain? WB once told me that one of my problems is that I see someone as all good or all bad. While I don't totally agree with that statement, I think everyone has faults, I do tend to view people as either having character which I can respect or character which I can't respect. In that sense I tend to let my

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I've been doing the following...1. Singing karaoke and caroling2. Spoiling the little ones in my life...Malayna here and Adam back home.3. Ran in a 5K. Ran really really slowly, but the hats J made us were pretty darn cute.Spent two weeks at home. It was wonderful!! I'm going to attempt to start posting more often. Sorry for the long break.

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Anyway, Wednesday-waste-time-at-work fun...1. YOUR DRAG NAME(first pet and street you live on)Tip Alleghany2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME(grandfather/grandmother on father's side first name, favorite snack)Adella Brownie3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME(first word you see on your left, favorite restaurant) Interface Cellar4. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME(first initial of first name, first three letters of your

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Wannbe Bastiat or Why? on the list to the right.

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These are a few of my favorite things. OTR is Over the Rhine, a band first introduced to me by my brother-in-law D. Their new album "Drunkards Prayer" is quite nice!! Below is a quote from "The News Record" published on January 24, 2005. "Every time Jay-Z says goodbye again or another Simpson family member releases an album, television show, does a dance or mentions chicken or tuna, a music

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Today is my oldest sister's birthday and my oldest nephew's birthday! I hope both of you are spolied today!!

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I bought tickets for Christmas yesterday. Part of the dilemma had been that I really only have vacation days to take the 23rd through the 2nd off. However, I couldn't get on any of the flights on those days. The best I could find was to fly out on the 24th (Christmas Eve) and I wouldn't get back to Missouri till like 9:00 in the evening. So, I finally just went down and talked to my boss and

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1. People who are in shape...sometimes don't look that great in clothes. People who might look great in clothes don't always look that great without clothes. Although, WB told me that once you are naked in front of someone, all that matter is that you’re naked. 2. My family used to make fun of me because as a small child I would rehearse what I was getting ready to ask or say to my parents

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Today is the Little One's birthday. If I had to pick a state motto to describe her, it would be West Virginia's motto: Wild and Wonderful. That is her, she is wild and wonderful!! Hope your day is a great one, Little One!!

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So I’ve sort of always had this theory or romantic idea about music we listen to being the soundtrack of our lives. I always sort of think of my life as though I were viewing it from the outside, I’m slightly narcissistic, but then I think we all are to a degree. In movies, the soundtrack helps set the mood, gives you an idea of the emotions under the surface that might not be evident through

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The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities. - SophoclesHow true that rings today!!

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20032004My costumes are always last minute, that is why they are always sort of weird. I'm not sure what we are going as this year. As a general note...I think guys get way more into dressing up for Haloween than most girls.

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In high school and even through college I always felt inferior and intimidated by the really pretty and fashionable girls that were in school with me. During high school it was the really popular girls, they always acted like they were better than me. While I never really wanted to be like them because honestly I never really thought any of them had much of a personality, I was still jealous or

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I'm seventeen and I'm crazy. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane. - Ray BradburyTonight is our little get-together. That might be the answer to many questions tonight. I'm 17 and I'm crazy!

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nothing good comes out of incest.

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So I went to this workshop today on Dreamweaver. It was very basic and wasn't very informative and sort of boring, but the guy teaching it did a good job and if I had known nothing about web page development, it would have been very helpful. I haven't been getting enough sleep lately and I kept yawning throughout the workshop. All of the sudden I made a noise while I was yawning!!! I have

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Yesterday, I gave blood to the Red Cross. I've complained on here before regarding the horrible experiences I've had with the Red Cross. I thought it only right that I then relate the great experience I had giving yesterday. I was in and out in an hour and the volunteers and nurses were actually competent. The woman that stuck me did a great job, very little pain this time. I also treated

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This post is going to be somewhat serious. 1. Right-to-die. There is a case from Oregon that is headed to the Supreme Court regarding physician-assisted suicide. The actual case is more about state vs. federal authority and brings into question the authority of the attorney general (who is appointed, not elected). This case interests me for several reasons. A.) Typically conservatives are

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This is a line from an old country song. My favorite memory of it involves myself and my 5th grade class (there were only 4 of us). We are in one of the mother's car driving back from going skiing on man-made snow at a place north of Kansas City. The whole school got free passes to go skiing. Anyway, my best friend and I belted out that song when it came on the radio. It was one of those

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Yesterday I learned that the reason cinder blocks are called cinder blocks is because they used to take the "leftover" crap from burning coal and mix it with concrete and thus cinder blocks.Today, I learned that buckeyes are also called horse chestnuts. *This line is on a mix CD from a friend. I just like it because I lived on a gravel road growing up. People don't really cross mountains and

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I was told that I needed to update. So here it is....I'm not defending tomorrow. I'm now supposed to defend on October 7, but I wouldn't hold your breath. Started the new job.

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On Monday nights, I volunteer at the Lyric. This great little theatre downtown. Our Monday night group, is wonderful. Below is a pic compliments of the lovely Bri. Also, the pics from A's visit were taken by M. Thanks M!

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My sister A came into town for the weekend of the 18th. It was wonderful. What a great older sister I have. Here we are ready to hit the town on Friday night. I bought A her first mojito. After the mojitos....

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So here a few random thoughts…1. I’ve found in the past that people define relationships (myself included in this) by the amount of time that you were dating someone. However, I think this is misleading and would like to propose a better way to define relationships and their importance. For example instead of the following conversation…Nosy Person 1: So how is Edgar?Me: Well, actually we are

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Last night was the last show for Paul Clark and the Lonesome Drifters. It was wonderful! Got to dance a bunch and enjoy their music one more time. So I always enjoyed this one song, but it was just brought to my attention that I had the primary character's name wrong. Here are the lyrics....Hank Williams - Kaw-liga LyricsKaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.He fell in love with

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I know I have been absent from posting. I think too much personal stuff has been going on to try and post something and most of it is too personal to blog about. However, I do find that writing can sometimes be such a relief for our thoughts. For me, it is a chance to get down in some order all that is flying around in my head and gives me a slight rest from the incessant thinking! There is

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a little Dylan this evening. I read a friend's blog and he mentioned music and I was reminded how much I enjoy music. I can't play or sing, but I love to have music. My family always gets annoyed because I pretty much always want music on. If I am home, it is the old record of my parents. If I'm with J it is new and some old country, old rock-n-roll, 80's music, etc. There are several

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