I'm throwing up a link for "Boardwalk Bowling", also known as "Skee Ball" or "Skeet Ball", depending on where you are.
My highest score was 310. Let's see how you do!
http://candystand.com/play.do?id=17832
Friday, January 27, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
It's All About Time.
My blog has become an extension of me. It's kind of like my diary/personal newspaper/scrapbook. And I don't have to tell you, fellow bloggers, just how theraputic having a blog really is.
I've started yet another semester in community college (this is #12, I think) and I'll by busy with homework, as well as housework, taking care of the boys, spending time with my Lovely (Joe), and keeping up with my blog (not optional). So, I decided to create a themed schedule for my blog. This way, I can keep up and not be stuck with posts that say "I'm too busy to write so I'll just write about how busy I am." Here is the schedule that I've settled with:
Monday-Riddle Day! I post the riddle. You post the answer (don't worry if you suck at riddles. You response is guaranteed to be entertaining either way).
Tuesday-Strange News Day! There is an unlimited supply of strange news online. I'll post my fav's.
Wednesday-Caption Day! Pretty much speaks for itself. Winner will get a writeup on the weekends.
Thursday-Quiz Day! Find out more about you and post your results. You'll probably find out that you're stranger than you thought.
Friday-Game day! I'll post the game. You play and post your score. Lowest score gets made fun of behind their back.
The weekends will be my free writing time. And since today IS Thursday, here is your assignment:
What Kind Of Seducer Are You?
Your turn!
I've started yet another semester in community college (this is #12, I think) and I'll by busy with homework, as well as housework, taking care of the boys, spending time with my Lovely (Joe), and keeping up with my blog (not optional). So, I decided to create a themed schedule for my blog. This way, I can keep up and not be stuck with posts that say "I'm too busy to write so I'll just write about how busy I am." Here is the schedule that I've settled with:
Monday-Riddle Day! I post the riddle. You post the answer (don't worry if you suck at riddles. You response is guaranteed to be entertaining either way).
Tuesday-Strange News Day! There is an unlimited supply of strange news online. I'll post my fav's.
Wednesday-Caption Day! Pretty much speaks for itself. Winner will get a writeup on the weekends.
Thursday-Quiz Day! Find out more about you and post your results. You'll probably find out that you're stranger than you thought.
Friday-Game day! I'll post the game. You play and post your score. Lowest score gets made fun of behind their back.
The weekends will be my free writing time. And since today IS Thursday, here is your assignment:
What Kind Of Seducer Are You?
Your Seduction Style: Au Natural |
 You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it. That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power! The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism. You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world. Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in. You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you? You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways. Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you. As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you. |
Your turn!
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Stinker.
This morning I had the extreme misfortune of hearing a radio talkshow host spew his disgusting ideas for ending poverty. In my own words...
1-We should leave politics and politicans out of it.
2-We should enlist rich entreprenuers to pay for relocating people in poor areas (if they choose to accept the offer) to areas where there is more opportunities for work.
3-We should built "Habitat for Humanity" homes for them in the areas that they are moved to.
And while all of this seems like a nicey-nice idea, let me present my arguement. First, relocating people to nicer areas of the world where there is more work does not guarantee a) that they WILL work; b) that they will seek a better way of taking care of themselves; c) that they will be responsible. It's a quick fix. And it's cheap. You see, the radio talk show host explained how it would save the american people money. Yes, that's a big part of his idea. Save poor people to save money.
And it's an insult to boot. All I hear is this guy saying to poor people "it's obvious to the world that you cannot take care of yourselves or your children. Therefore, we well-to-do's will do you a favor and pay for you to leave this area and move to an area where there will be more work and more opportunity for you to become more like us. Because we don't like poverty. It makes America look bad."
I don't have an answer. I just think this guy's answer is arrogant and insulting.
Joe and I always said that if we ever "came into money" that we would purchase used cars for people in poverty areas so that they can have transportation for doctor visits, work, school, etc. I don't want to change any part of their lives. I just want to give them a tool to make doing what they want and need to do easier.
What would you do to help the poverty areas if you had the money?
1-We should leave politics and politicans out of it.
2-We should enlist rich entreprenuers to pay for relocating people in poor areas (if they choose to accept the offer) to areas where there is more opportunities for work.
3-We should built "Habitat for Humanity" homes for them in the areas that they are moved to.
And while all of this seems like a nicey-nice idea, let me present my arguement. First, relocating people to nicer areas of the world where there is more work does not guarantee a) that they WILL work; b) that they will seek a better way of taking care of themselves; c) that they will be responsible. It's a quick fix. And it's cheap. You see, the radio talk show host explained how it would save the american people money. Yes, that's a big part of his idea. Save poor people to save money.
And it's an insult to boot. All I hear is this guy saying to poor people "it's obvious to the world that you cannot take care of yourselves or your children. Therefore, we well-to-do's will do you a favor and pay for you to leave this area and move to an area where there will be more work and more opportunity for you to become more like us. Because we don't like poverty. It makes America look bad."
I don't have an answer. I just think this guy's answer is arrogant and insulting.
Joe and I always said that if we ever "came into money" that we would purchase used cars for people in poverty areas so that they can have transportation for doctor visits, work, school, etc. I don't want to change any part of their lives. I just want to give them a tool to make doing what they want and need to do easier.
What would you do to help the poverty areas if you had the money?
All In The Family.
Joe decided to reopen his original "Magnolia Politics" blog and I am SO glad. He's VERY good at dissecting politics, politicians, and policy. His writing style is witty and sarcastic which makes politics more interesting (to me anyway, who already has trouble understanding it all).
We always said that it was in Joe's blood. And his articles are a clear indication that politics is his passion. Stop by when you have the chance!
Magnolia Politics!
Also, here is his personal blog for your viewing pleasure:
Joe's Rambles & Rants!
And, if that wasn't enough family plugs, here is our oldest son's blog. He's 7.
B.J.'s
:0)
We always said that it was in Joe's blood. And his articles are a clear indication that politics is his passion. Stop by when you have the chance!
Magnolia Politics!
Also, here is his personal blog for your viewing pleasure:
Joe's Rambles & Rants!
And, if that wasn't enough family plugs, here is our oldest son's blog. He's 7.
B.J.'s
:0)
Mural
I tagged myself to add to this mural via Novy. Here are the directions if you want to add to it:
Overlapping the graphics is OK. The image is a PNG file. Save, open and add your artwork. Please save-as ‘mural.png’ when finished and post to your blog tagging others. (It is preferable to leave the file as PNG rather than JPG so the quality won’t suffer over multiple edits.)Add your URL (permalink to the post would be best) here:1. ben.run2. JustPureMood3. Lyndsay (TheMartinTimes) 4. BSTS 5. Novy 6. Tanda
Monday, January 23, 2006
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Okay, guys. Here's the new (and hopefully) functional template. If you do experience any trouble besides the usual waiting to load image problem, don't hesitate to let me know.
I'll have my blogroll back up promptly. Just need to work out a coupl-a bugs first.
Hope you all had a great weekend!
P.S. Rumor has it, there's a new raving beauty on the entertainment scene. Here's a pic!
(snicker).
I'll have my blogroll back up promptly. Just need to work out a coupl-a bugs first.
Hope you all had a great weekend!
P.S. Rumor has it, there's a new raving beauty on the entertainment scene. Here's a pic!
(snicker).
Thursday, January 19, 2006
What is "normal"?
Dictionary.com defines "normal" as: Conforming with, adhering to, or constituting a norm, standard, pattern, level, or type; typical.
I don't think I've ever met anyone who defined themselves, their families, or their lives as "normal". Which leads me to the conclusion that "normal" is a myth. On the other hand, if "normal" is a myth, then nothing is normal. But that means that everything is not normal and, in conclusion, that means that everything is normal.
So, sleep easy. Not being normal is your key to being normal. :0)
Dictionary.com defines "normal" as: Conforming with, adhering to, or constituting a norm, standard, pattern, level, or type; typical.
I don't think I've ever met anyone who defined themselves, their families, or their lives as "normal". Which leads me to the conclusion that "normal" is a myth. On the other hand, if "normal" is a myth, then nothing is normal. But that means that everything is not normal and, in conclusion, that means that everything is normal.
So, sleep easy. Not being normal is your key to being normal. :0)
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Jean-Luc Picard was the latest caption contest winner. He's pretty good at this! Here ya go, JLP:Really, I'm not doing justice to any blog unless I include actual quotes from it. The style of writing, the humor, sarcasm, and ingenuity are all solid reasons why I'm presenting this excerpt from JLP's blog:
The Official Rules of Fizzbin are as follows:
+++ The dealer is determined by argument and he goes first, the
play moving counterclockwise around the table.
+++ If the game is being played on the floor, play moves clockwise.
+++ Each player gets six cards, except the dealer and the player
to the dealer's right, who both get seven.
+++ The second card dealt to the dealer and the player to his
right get turned up, except on Tuesdays, when the third card is turned up."
CLICK HERE to go read the rest of the rules and the sequence of play to "Fizzbin".
Monday, January 16, 2006
dls
Joe and I were chatting last week after the boys were deep in slumber. After throwing a few ideas around, Joe hit the motherload. We decided to start a blog together. The idea was so delicious that I had the design together in 2 days and ready to go in 3.
Click the banner to check it out. You'll want to see this one.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
caption
Caption Contest!! Winner gets a "write-up"! On a side note, as I was looking for a pic I typed "butt crack" and a pic of Jennifer Garner's face popped up. O-K.
Also, I forgot to mention the names of the submitters from the last contest. My apologies. I'll do something extra special to make up for it.
Have fun and good luck!
Friday, January 13, 2006
My Top Hat
Edouard won the latest caption contest.
My Top Hat-
While I was thinking about how to prepare this post, I hopped over to Edouard's blog. I was scouting the sidebar, the posts, the template...
But, to be honest, his style of writing is what really captures my attention. And, that being so, I am posting exerpts from this seventeen year old Australian's posts. They're reason enough for visiting.
From "Coffee in the morning"-
The highlight of the brief encounter of the food court was the spotting of a massive mullet, which was as wide as it was long, sadly the mullet was so mullety that it caused my camera to lock up and I couldn't photograph the specimen.
From "Rabbit food"-
My Top Hat-
While I was thinking about how to prepare this post, I hopped over to Edouard's blog. I was scouting the sidebar, the posts, the template...
But, to be honest, his style of writing is what really captures my attention. And, that being so, I am posting exerpts from this seventeen year old Australian's posts. They're reason enough for visiting.
From "Coffee in the morning"-
Suddenly, Mum bolts to the kitchen cupboard containing the last shot of coffee. I, seeing this, also bolt to the cupboard but she already has the jar firmly in her hands. Victory is hers, as is the coffee, and I'm left with nothing but the bitter taste of no coffee in the morning.
"There's another packet" she says calmly... I look inside and there's a brand new, vacuum-sealed, gold pack of Lavazza coffee shining in the kitchen light. All in all, I had fresh coffee whilst Mum had the coffee in the bottom of the jar. Losing that one was worth it!
From "Shopping and producing"-The highlight of the brief encounter of the food court was the spotting of a massive mullet, which was as wide as it was long, sadly the mullet was so mullety that it caused my camera to lock up and I couldn't photograph the specimen.
From "Rabbit food"-
Since learning about this practical law I've been looking at a lot of things, non-physics things, and seeing similarities in this conservation.
So whenever I argue with my family members, it seems the more I try and to "negotiate" with them, the more they seem to "negotiate" back.Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Joe and I were driving around town recently down Main Street when we came across a sign in a store window advertising "Etiquette Lessons" for children. I gave it some thought. What would our house be like if our children successfully passed etiquette classes?
Well, of course they would automatically adopt an English accent complete with enhanced vocabulary, start drinking hot tea (pinky up) and would start showing interest in art museums. And instead of hearing:
"MOM, I need your help!!"---I would hear, "Mum, there is a situation that is beyond my control. And, although I would love for you to come immediately to bring order to my life, it is my desire to see you complete your current task to your satisfaction. Come at your earliest convenience."
"He won't stop touching me!"---I would hear, "Darling Mother, I am having some considerable trouble with my younger brother. Because I understand that you cannot possibly help me every time I have a problem, I will show responsibility and maturity and handle the situation myself."
"I"m starving!!"---I would hear, "Mummy, I can see that you've been very busy today cleaning, organizing, and carefully dividing your time between 4 people. It is obvious that you are trying your best to prepare dinner in a timely manner and that you don't want me to have a snack so close to dinner time. Therefore, I will quietly assuage the pain in my stomach by drinking a small glass of water while I wait."
"I hate it when you do that!!"---I would hear, "I understand that we will not always agree on every situation. And because you are my superior in every way, I will defer to your judgement and respect your opinion."
They would also eat at the table, use napkins instead of shirt collars, use tissue to clean our their noses, return their books and toys to their designated areas, and steal away to the restroom whenever they need to belch, flatulate, or make any other socially unacceptable noises. Sigh.
But they would also be boring. What's so great about being a kid if you can't hold burping contests, throw cracker crumbs into your brother's hair, jump into oily rain puddles, and keep snails in your pants pocket? Maybe they're fine just as they are.
I'm curious. Have you ever secretly disliked someone else's child on account of their attrocious social manners?
Well, of course they would automatically adopt an English accent complete with enhanced vocabulary, start drinking hot tea (pinky up) and would start showing interest in art museums. And instead of hearing:
"MOM, I need your help!!"---I would hear, "Mum, there is a situation that is beyond my control. And, although I would love for you to come immediately to bring order to my life, it is my desire to see you complete your current task to your satisfaction. Come at your earliest convenience."
"He won't stop touching me!"---I would hear, "Darling Mother, I am having some considerable trouble with my younger brother. Because I understand that you cannot possibly help me every time I have a problem, I will show responsibility and maturity and handle the situation myself."
"I"m starving!!"---I would hear, "Mummy, I can see that you've been very busy today cleaning, organizing, and carefully dividing your time between 4 people. It is obvious that you are trying your best to prepare dinner in a timely manner and that you don't want me to have a snack so close to dinner time. Therefore, I will quietly assuage the pain in my stomach by drinking a small glass of water while I wait."
"I hate it when you do that!!"---I would hear, "I understand that we will not always agree on every situation. And because you are my superior in every way, I will defer to your judgement and respect your opinion."
They would also eat at the table, use napkins instead of shirt collars, use tissue to clean our their noses, return their books and toys to their designated areas, and steal away to the restroom whenever they need to belch, flatulate, or make any other socially unacceptable noises. Sigh.
But they would also be boring. What's so great about being a kid if you can't hold burping contests, throw cracker crumbs into your brother's hair, jump into oily rain puddles, and keep snails in your pants pocket? Maybe they're fine just as they are.
I'm curious. Have you ever secretly disliked someone else's child on account of their attrocious social manners?
Monday, January 09, 2006
Sunday, January 08, 2006
vacation
You've got 24 hours, unlimited funds, and your best friend/spouse at your side. What are you gonna do?
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Joe
Joe won the last caption contest.
Joe's Rambles & Rants-
Take some time to read Joe's post "Boy, what a difference 100 years make!" and you'll know just about everything there is to know about him. This article bleeds his personality into the blog.
Obviously a great fan of politics and history, Joe uses his knowledge to share ideas and opinions without holding back. Although not all agree with his stances (per comments), he is able to counter or concede with intelligence and grace.
A kind mixture of wit, sarcasm, and charm make Joe's blog a great dish!
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And, as I said, I will give mention to the 2 other submitters who were kind enough to light up some neurons for this caption contest...
Wulfweard the White- Fun, funny, and funtastic. Prydwen has just what the doctor ordered when you're in the mood for a good joke.
Empty Celebrations- "Give-it-to-me-straight" Erin doesn't mince words. In fact, she's a "bad mutha"! Stop over and wish her Dough Boy a happy 1st birthday!
Joe's Rambles & Rants-
Take some time to read Joe's post "Boy, what a difference 100 years make!" and you'll know just about everything there is to know about him. This article bleeds his personality into the blog.
Obviously a great fan of politics and history, Joe uses his knowledge to share ideas and opinions without holding back. Although not all agree with his stances (per comments), he is able to counter or concede with intelligence and grace.
A kind mixture of wit, sarcasm, and charm make Joe's blog a great dish!
--------------------
And, as I said, I will give mention to the 2 other submitters who were kind enough to light up some neurons for this caption contest...
Wulfweard the White- Fun, funny, and funtastic. Prydwen has just what the doctor ordered when you're in the mood for a good joke.
Empty Celebrations- "Give-it-to-me-straight" Erin doesn't mince words. In fact, she's a "bad mutha"! Stop over and wish her Dough Boy a happy 1st birthday!
Friday, January 06, 2006
BJ
B.J., our 7 year old, came home from school yesterday, tripped over a gigantic bean bag that sits in our livingroom, and twisted his ankle.
He was in so much pain that I had to carry him (literally) to the hospital. I parked about 80 yards from the front entrance. It was as close as I could get without parking in the handicapped spaces. I lifted him until he was off the ground completely and tried to walk gracefully so that his ankle wouldn't bounce around.
I could see, as I got closer to the door, that there was a security guard standing in front of the doorway talking to a woman. I thought surely that he would see our painful treck through the parking lot and go inside to retrieve a wheelchair.
And it's not like I'm so big, and our son so small, that I was making it look easy to drag him into the hospital with his painful moans evertime we hopped. I'm 5'5", 130lbs and he's 4-9, 80lbs.
I was convinced that when the guard saw us that he would offer help.
I was wrong. Can you believe that? He stood there talking...no, he was flirting I could see the closer I got...to a woman until I was just about upon him. Then, he turned without speaking a word to me, and went inside. Not to get a wheelchair. To return to his post. It wasn't until I got to the registration desk that someone actually offered to help.
Now, I'm not a whiner. But I do believe in gallantry and common courtesy. This man seemed void of both traits. I just wanted to say, "For shame."
He was in so much pain that I had to carry him (literally) to the hospital. I parked about 80 yards from the front entrance. It was as close as I could get without parking in the handicapped spaces. I lifted him until he was off the ground completely and tried to walk gracefully so that his ankle wouldn't bounce around.
I could see, as I got closer to the door, that there was a security guard standing in front of the doorway talking to a woman. I thought surely that he would see our painful treck through the parking lot and go inside to retrieve a wheelchair.
And it's not like I'm so big, and our son so small, that I was making it look easy to drag him into the hospital with his painful moans evertime we hopped. I'm 5'5", 130lbs and he's 4-9, 80lbs.
I was convinced that when the guard saw us that he would offer help.
I was wrong. Can you believe that? He stood there talking...no, he was flirting I could see the closer I got...to a woman until I was just about upon him. Then, he turned without speaking a word to me, and went inside. Not to get a wheelchair. To return to his post. It wasn't until I got to the registration desk that someone actually offered to help.
Now, I'm not a whiner. But I do believe in gallantry and common courtesy. This man seemed void of both traits. I just wanted to say, "For shame."
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Monday, January 02, 2006
Name
Joe went to bed early tonight so I'm sitting on this huge bean bag with a keyboard in my lap and a cup of milk by my side. I just looked up my name in an online dictionary. Apparently it can't be found. Does that mean I'm lost?
Anyway, it made some suggestions for me (because I'm obviously trying to find the definition of a word that doesn't exist in the English language). There were 70. I'm not going to list them. But that's what it said.
So, I googled myself. Relax. I'm still dressed. And although dictionary.com didn't think I was much, according to the rest of the world I'm a:
Was your name on Dictionary.com? What were your results?
Anyway, it made some suggestions for me (because I'm obviously trying to find the definition of a word that doesn't exist in the English language). There were 70. I'm not going to list them. But that's what it said.
So, I googled myself. Relax. I'm still dressed. And although dictionary.com didn't think I was much, according to the rest of the world I'm a:
Was your name on Dictionary.com? What were your results?
guess my age
I was browsing through the Yahoo! search results when I came up with this link. It's called "Matchage.com". You look at a picture of a person and then guess their age.
Look for clues. Like if they put a year in their username. (Idiots).
Have fun!
Look for clues. Like if they put a year in their username. (Idiots).
Have fun!
Sunday, January 01, 2006
By now you must think me completely loopy to have changed my template (again). The previous template aggrivated me so much that I had to give myself a pep talk before logging on just so I would go to it.
So, I took some extra time, extra care, and actual incentive and created something completely from scratch directly from my heart. This is the result. I'm in love...sigh...
Anywho, Joe had me thinking about New Year's resolutions and, truthfully, I had none. Not one. Am I just lazy? And why do I have to have resolutions anyway?
On the other hand, does it mean that I'm not trying if I don't FIND something that should/could be changed?
I changed my template. Does that count?
I suck.
But what about you? Do you have resolutions?
And, as a side question...I just heard our 3 year old refer to Darth Vader as "Dark Favor". Is there occassion, you think, where you would ask someone for a "dark favor"?
So, I took some extra time, extra care, and actual incentive and created something completely from scratch directly from my heart. This is the result. I'm in love...sigh...
On the other hand, does it mean that I'm not trying if I don't FIND something that should/could be changed?
I changed my template. Does that count?
I suck.
But what about you? Do you have resolutions?
And, as a side question...I just heard our 3 year old refer to Darth Vader as "Dark Favor". Is there occassion, you think, where you would ask someone for a "dark favor"?
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