a hairdryer moment
11/11/2004 12:38 a.m.
My hairdryer coughed at me this morning.
And when I paused to ask if she was ok,
she casually blew hot air in my face.

The nerve of her.
And to think that I was concerned with
her well-being.
After all, she is quite old and her
predecessors have always chosen perfect
moments to die on me.
Leaving me dripping and without warmth.
She was immediately unplugged.
Emitting that metallic burnt smell only
a hairdryer on the brink of death
can give.

Maybe I will except her apology tomorrow morning.
That is if she has had time to cool off.
And still feels up to her job.
Might just be time for me to interview
her replacement.

I am currently Peachy
I am listening to the radio.

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#14 sums it all up
11/08/2004 04:12 a.m.

"Equal" is not always synonymous with "the same." Men and women are created equal. But, boys and girls are not born the same.
1. You throw a little girl a ball, and it will hit her in the nose. You throw a little boy a ball, and he will try to catch it. Then it will hit him in the nose.
2. You dress your little girl in her Easter Sunday best, and she'll look just as pretty when you finally make it to church an hour later. You dress a boy in his Easter Sunday best, and he'll somehow find every mud puddle from your home to the church, even if you're driving there.
3. Boys' rooms are usually messy. Girls' rooms are usually messy, except it's a good smelling mess.
4. A baby girl will pick up a stick and look in wonderment at what nature has made. A baby boy will pick up a stick and turn it into a gun.
5. When girls play with Barbie and Ken dolls, they like to dress them up and play house with them. When boys play with Barbie and Ken dolls, they like to tear off their appendages.
6. Boys couldn't care less if their hair is unruly. If their bangs got cut a quarter-inch too short, girls would rather lock themselves in their room for two weeks than be seen in public.
7. Baby girls find mommy's makeup and almost instintively start painting their face. Baby boys find mommy's makeup and almost instinctively start painting the walls.
8. If a girl accidently burps, she will be embarrassed. If a boy accidently burps, he will follow it with a dozen fake belches.
9. Boys grow their fingernails long because because they're too lazy to cut them. Girls grow their fingernails long - not because they look nice - but because they can dig them into a boy's arm.
10. Girls are attracted to boys, even at an early age. At an early age, boys are attracted to dirt.
11. By the age of 6, boys will stop giving their dad kisses. By the age of 6, girls will stop giving their dad kisses unless he bribes them with candy.
12. Most baby girls talk before boys do. Before boys talk, they learn how to make machine-gun noises.
13. Girls will cry if someone dies in a movie. Boys will cry if you turn off the VCR after they've watched "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" three times in a row.
14. Girls turn into women. Boys turn into bigger boys.

**found this and could not resist posting it ;)~ **
I am currently Playful
I am listening to the quietness (?) of my life.

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brrr
11/05/2004 01:02 a.m.
It's getting cold.

I don't like the cold.
That is why I live in the south.
(well~that and because this
is where I was born)

Anyway, it is way too
early for it to be
gettin' cold.

Seems we skipped Fall.
What is up with that?

I am freezing.
Someone ~ warm me up.

Pretty please?


I am currently Cool
I am listening to nothing ~ my ears are frozen!

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witches, & vines, & hayrides-oh my!
10/31/2004 08:00 p.m.
Mayflower had their Halloween festivites one night early. My niece and nephew live there, so there is where I was last night!

Taylor was a vine (interesting in itself) and Dora Jean was a witch. It was so fun to relive the excitement of Halloween through the eyes of the next generation.

I don't have children of my own, so I tend to live life through those special kiddos. Just watching them get ready, going from house to house ~ exclaiming "trick or treat" and then of course the running back to us remembering to say thank yous after the fact. *smile*

It made me feel so young and so old at the same moment. Time sure does fly when you are not paying attention. Where did the last 12 years go? Has it been that long since I dressed up for Halloween? Probably longer!

Afterwards, we had our own little hayride. Old, dark country roads. The smell of hay, tellin' goblin stories (goblins like to eat children more than adults because the kiddos are bite size & more tender) and those crazy neighbors that hide in the woods and jump out to scare the living daylights out of everyone unknowing.

I would have to say that this has been one of my favorite Halloweens as an adult. If it can be this fun with Taylor and Dora Jean then I can't wait to enjoy it with my own goblin-munchies!

Happy Halloween everyone!
Please stay safe and have a frightfully fun evening!

BOO!
I am currently Festive
I am listening to jars of clay ~ sunny days

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Would you like some Diet Coke to go with that whiskey?
10/28/2004 03:44 a.m.
Ok, so I am returning some movies to Blockbuster; when on the way home I get a hankerin' for a Big Buford.

Make a quick run through Rally's, order my #1 with a Diet Coke. Pay the lady and go.

Now, I don't have the coordination to eat and drive; but I can take a sip of my soda every now and then without showing the rusty side of my Malibu. If ya know what I am saying.

I take a sip, and instantly this warm fuzzy feeling washes over me. Hum, haven't experienced that since my sinful days o'youth. Memories surface that I had long ago buried. So, not quite sure what just happened; I take another sip. Gotta love that curosity.

Yep~there is whiskey in my Diet Coke. To confirm this, I take it to my parents (mind you I will be 30 in Feb. & I do know what whiskey tastes like) and invite my mother to take a swig and without saying a word to her about what I suspect; she tells me what I already know. Daddy seconds.

There is whiskey in my Diet Coke.

So we call Rally's. They get ugly. They are too busy to take our call. They assure us everyone will be searched before leaving tonight. blah blah blah

Then, I take it to the police sub-station. Tell my story to the cop, she wants to know how I know what is in the cup. Well, normally when people order a soda, they do take a drink of it. And I am an adult of legal age, I have had whiskey before. Einstein.

I give her the soda. She opens the lid and immediately smells the funny juice and then proceeds to ask me for my ID. Oh, we are having some fun now. She then takes the soda inside the station and speaks with an officer there. They are trying to decide what type of whiskey spiked my Diet Coke. They mention Crown Royal, Jim Beam, so on.

She then walks up to me and proceeds to say:

"It's just cherry Coke. There is not whiskey in your drink."

Must have not had the time for me. Wonder what would have happened if I were a minor?
And we ask ourselves ~ what is wrong with the world today?
Gives a new meaning to drinking and driving.


I am currently Stunned
I am listening to my thoughts.

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Would you? If you could ...
10/24/2004 06:35 a.m.
Would you take away the positive to erase the negative?
If you knew the outcome, would you go for it anyway?

new love
freshness
excitement
curosity
what?
pet peeves
fights
cries
alone
broken-hearted

Would you risk not having the memory of love because you have the memory of hurt?


Please~go rent
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

everyone should see this movie
I am glad that I did

and ~ no, yes, no to the questions above
I am currently Nostalgic
I am listening to nothing.

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untitled due to writers block
10/21/2004 02:45 a.m.
Sometimes, it is as if I have all of these thoughts swimming in my head; but the plug is jammed in so tight that none of them can save themselves from drowning.

I hear them begging to be let out, to be penned, forever engraved in my life~but it seems I have no control over the flow of my "children".

When in fact, little do they know~they control me.

If only they would stop panicking and conserve their air, then perhaps the force on this plug would ease; and they could release themselves ever so gently at exactly the precise moment of birth planned for each.

No, I am not crazy.

I am just an amateur poet with writers block. All her children want to come out and play at the same time.
Only problem is they are clogging up the plug.
Patience my dear ones, patience.
You must all take turns.
I am waiting.

I am currently Helpless
I am listening to the thoughts in my head.

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my 6-pound ceiling bark-o-meter
10/16/2004 11:08 p.m.
Fall is my favorite season.

I love the colors, the smell, the feel, the entire experience. As a matter of fact the only aspect of Fall that I have yet to fully "fall" in love with is the falling of objects onto the top of my house.

Why, you ask? Because for every acorn, every twig, every gumball, and every ascending creature that collides with the crust of my abode; Saussie has a fit. I am sure that if she could hear the leaves hit, they too would be fair game.

Saussie is my 6 pound Chihuahua/fiest mix. All bark and no bite. And I must admit her continued barking can get quite annoying, but I manage to endure. I know that deep down inside her little doggy mind she is assuming that she is warning me of approaching aliens, zombies, or mr. oogie boogie himself. When in reality all she is doing is barking at the ceiling.

But I suppose it is only for a few weeks. So bark away my tiny alarm~even if all you are warding of is the occasional droppings of Fall. Bark away!
I am currently Bemused
I am listening to my 6-pound ceiling bark-o-meter!

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Friday just got bumped
10/16/2004 12:45 a.m.
Ok, I am officially boycotting Fridays.

Do not pass go, do not collect $200.
Go directly to Saturday.

I surrender.
*waves a white flag*

And to think, Friday used to be my favorite day of the week.

Now Monday isn't lookin' so bad.
Can't be any worse, so bring it on.
I am currently Exhausted
I am listening to Squire barking.

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yawning skunk funk
10/14/2004 02:44 a.m.
I was walking up my driveway (which is rather long) tonight, when all of the sudden I was hit by the putrid smell of skunk.

And wouldn't you know it, right then and there I had the pleasure of needing to yawn.

And we all know what happens when we yawn. A huge inhale of the surrounding oxygen including all the elements added in for good measure.

Have you ever tasted skunk funk?
I would not recommend it.

I am still trying to recuperate.
I am currently Gross
I am listening to Ginny Owens~won't that be fine

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