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eris_devotee A. Each tagged person must post 8 things about themselves on their journal.
B. At the end, you have to choose and tag 8 people.
1. For the most part, I live completely in the now. The upside is I can usually forgive and forget quickly and I adapt easily to change. The downside is that people who know that about me can take advantage knowing that I will likely forgive and forget and I'm not so great at long term planning.
2. The little white cord in the egg makes me gag. I will make a point of getting rid of it before cooking.
3. If it weren't for my husband I would cook a lot less meat.
4. When I was in high school, I would save my lunch money then go to 31 Flavors after school and buy a pint of ice cream and eat it before my parents got home. My mom had been told that I had an allergy to sugar at some point and I wasn't supposed to eat sugar junk food. The pint was usually half Jamoca Almond Fudge and half Mint Chip. It's likely that I was just allergic to tree nuts.
5. I joined a bunch of clubs in high school. I was vice president of the Harvey Milk Club in 10th/11th grade. My best friend Bambi was President and other kids would tease us saying we must be lesbians, but we didn't care. Our club supervisor was Dr. Virgina Uribe, who founded Project 10, a dropout prevention program that targets gay, lesbian, and transgender students. It started in 1984 at my high school (Fairfax High) but she ended up taking it to 30 or more L.A. area schools which really helped to create a place for many gay and lesbian teens to feel like they had a place in school. Many of our friends in the club lived in the GLASS house because they were wards of the state and gay and lesbian teens.
6. My acting coach for a short time when I was a kid was Ernest Thomas who played Roger "Raj" in What's Happening.
7. My first car was a black '77 Camaro like this one. I totaled it in a stupid accident because I wasn't paying attention due to a hangover. I really miss that car.
8.When I was really little I backed up to a Thermador wall heater trying to get warm after a shower. I burned my bum so bad I was taken to the emergency room. I had little wavy lines on my bum for a week.
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amandasan , amy34 , annilita ,pipu ,clovecigarettes , geniphyre , sumobabe , tahoebean And Arkansas? Really. I know several loving couples who chose not to get married but could provide a loving home for children without one.Talk about walking in the opposite direction from that which the new president expects the people of this country to go.
One of the many things I took away after looking at these amazing photos of Senator Obama, is how loving and united his family is. The McCain campaign wants us to believe that Governor Palin represents working women and mothers across America, but I just can't find very many threads, beyond being a mother, that tie me to her. Through these photos Senator Obama appears grounded and understanding of an average working family. While he doesn't speak for me on all issues, he does speak my words when it comes to family, health care, and education.
One of my favorite photo captions in the series was:
"Several days before the primary, my cab driver told me he was going to vote for Obama but he didn't believe a black man could win against a white man or woman. I called him after the election to see if he voted. With pride in his voice he said, "I did and I took my kid with me and the next day I told him he was right. He could be anything he wanted to be someday, even President."
"Several days before the primary, my cab driver told me he was going to vote for Obama but he didn't believe a black man could win against a white man or woman. I called him after the election to see if he voted. With pride in his voice he said, "I did and I took my kid with me and the next day I told him he was right. He could be anything he wanted to be someday, even President."
1. got my first author royalty for Uncommon Crochet
2. really enjoyed making creepy snacks for the kid get together before going to the haunted trail. We had popcorn mixed with candy corn and small plastic spiders, witches brew consisting of Sprite with lime sherbet and ping pong eyeballs, and festive cookies.
3. Dyed strips of Ally's hair emerald green with a wash.
The minuses:
1. Dyed my hair too, but the wash didn't really take.
2. The Haunted Trail sucked.
The site said ages 8 and up, but I thought it was a recommended age to guide parents because last year the trail we went to was ages 10 and up and they let our 5 year olds in. We waited in line for a half hour when they came by and said anyone under 8 would not be permitted. We decided that we would wait together then some of us could do the ghost story ride and attend the "carnival" with the little guys while the rest went in. We wait another half hour to get to the front of the line and find that our group can't be larger than 10, we had 14. They rush us up to the counter lecturing us for not having split up earlier. So, my mom, who found out that there were spiders on the trail, opted to skip it and took Thad for me. Thad was really disappointed. I asked if she could take the two other little ones as well and she generously said she would. Since it would be 40 minutes until our group could go on the trail, we head to the little kids area inside to warm up and find the "carnival". It turns out there was no ghost story hayride, as advertised,uj and the "carnival" was a Tarot Booth and a kids area with cookie decorating, tattoos, and spooky stories for $5. When we get inside they announce that they ran out of cookies, but we'd still have to pay $4/kid. Fine, it's something for the kids. So we leave them there and head out to the trail. The trail is not lit at all, very tight, and winds through the forest. A guide takes us with a flashlight. The minute we get on the trail, Ally starts whimpering that she's scared, so she sandwiches herself between Steve and I and won't look up. As we go, the guide leaves us behind at points and we have to yell at her to slow down because we're tripping over huge tree roots in the dark, she yells at us to stay with her. I was getting pissed. As people start jumping out of the trail to scare us, Ally's whimpering grows into wails and she screams "I want to go hoooooooommmmmmeeeeee! ". The guide stops, concerned about Ally, and offers to let her walk up front. Ally's like Hell No I'm going up there with the freaks and creeps who are trying to scare me. As we finish the trail we find that the freaks and creeps are holding back and we think the guide radioed ahead about Ally. After the trail, we find my mom at a playground. She said the kids were bored and they ran out of tattoos. My step dad had gone to the food booth and "bought" cookies for the kids to decorate. Why couldn't the kids area people get cookies from the food booth, exactly? Argh. They said that they expected 50 kids and ended up with 150. Honestly, I know my kids and my 6 year old would've enjoyed the trail better than my 9 year old.
Next, this is what my mom does for crafty crafty fun time.
She bought the deer skull off eBay, then decided it needed a little makeover. Buying the skull off eBay was good for her. She usually picks up roadkill or digs up her beloved deceased pets for her craft projects.
This cool skeleton piece was handmade straight down to the the little clay skeleton bones at the bottom of the frame. My mom and her husband bought a kiln this summer and one of her first projects were the skeletons and back drop for this piece. This is headed for a wall in her guest bathroom, where the theme is dedicated to all things skeleton.
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I yelled, "Thad, no!". He turned away from the bookcase as if to pee in his bedroom doorway. Steve ran and redirected him to the bathroom. By this time his eyes were wide open like he had just been startled awake.
I checked the bookcase and found that he had indeed dribbled a bit.
My son is a sleep-pee'er.
The writer spells out exactly where McCain has shifted his ideals from his first campaign.
One night, we asked the kids which of the bad words was the funniest to them.
Ally giggled and blushed and said "the one that Hellboy says, hee hee". Which one, I ask. "You know, h-e-double hockey sticks, hee hee" blush, blush.
Then Steve turns to Thad, who blurts out, "PUSSY!".
I'm burning through all of my co-op sit points this month:
Next weekend, Zombie Film Festival at the Museum of History and Industry.
On the 25th, Nightmare at Beaver Lake - Full Fright edition!! This adventure is immediately followed with everyone coming back to our house for hair raising spirits, ghoulish snacks, and a mini movie festival - Evil Dead 2 and Shaun of the Dead.
To appease the younger set, we're heading to Bastyr University for the Haunted Trail through the spooky forest and a ghost story hayride on the 18th.
Wheeee! We started with a little Wolfman meets Frankenshtein last night.
I dropped into the fastest crocheter event yesterday and won. At first I was surprised that I won, but when I took a moment to think about it, I realized that I was probably the only professional in the contest of about 10 or 12 people.
Well, some of the entrants were teachers so maybe it wasn't that bad.
I double crocheted 9 rows and 15 stitches (out of 20) in 10 minutes. The second place winner had 8 rows 9 stitches.
Still the silver Yarn Goddess bracelet I won is really nice.
Next time I'll enter the fastest knitter contest, I think my purl is pokey.
Steve just tried the cookies and said they were better than ever, like sugar cookies but with chocolate chips. I think I may have doubled the sugar by mistake but because I was distracted, I have no clue how to repeat it.
-- I think Ally may be going vegetarian. She says she wants more tofu and beans and she picks the meat out of the stir fry. She's on the edge, though. She just nibbled the edges of our ground breakfast sausage and, even though she requested cheese, I think she ate some canadian bacon on a piece of pizza last night.
-- I just had garlic grits for breakfast and I have a book signing today.
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45% no 55% yes. The right wing has an email campaign going to turn the
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Witnesses and contemporary news accounts say Ms. Palin asked the librarian about removing books from the shelves. The McCain-Palin presidential campaign says Ms. Palin never advocated censorship.
But in 1995, Ms. Palin, then a city councilwoman, told colleagues that she had noticed the book “Daddy’s Roommate” on the shelves and that it did not belong there, according to Ms. Chase and Mr. Stein. Ms. Chase read the book, which helps children understand homosexuality, and said it was inoffensive; she suggested that Ms. Palin read it.
“Sarah said she didn’t need to read that stuff,” Ms. Chase said. “It was disturbing that someone would be willing to remove a book from the library and she didn’t even read it.”
“I’m still proud of Sarah,” she added, “but she scares the bejeebers out of me.”
But in 1995, Ms. Palin, then a city councilwoman, told colleagues that she had noticed the book “Daddy’s Roommate” on the shelves and that it did not belong there, according to Ms. Chase and Mr. Stein. Ms. Chase read the book, which helps children understand homosexuality, and said it was inoffensive; she suggested that Ms. Palin read it.
“Sarah said she didn’t need to read that stuff,” Ms. Chase said. “It was disturbing that someone would be willing to remove a book from the library and she didn’t even read it.”
“I’m still proud of Sarah,” she added, “but she scares the bejeebers out of me.”
She scares me and I don't even know her.
Yesterday, he took a homemade Golden Snitch to school because he learned that kids could bring something to school as long as they shared it and only played with it during recess time. At one point he was asked to put it away and he did. For some reason the Snitch ended up on the teachers desk when it was time to go home. When he got off the bus he was so angry and determined to quit school because it was horrible and unfair. He also tried to dial 9-1-1 to report the teacher's theft. We talked it out and he drew a picture with the text "Why did you take my Golden Snitch?" so he could work it out with the teacher before getting the authorities involved. Turns out she thought he was giving it to her as part of his Summer Memories project. It was all a misunderstanding.
I told him it was too early to decide that school wasn't for him.
