tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61455682011-07-30T14:01:29.255-05:00Does any of it make sense in the light of day?Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.comBlogger1401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-24635493668332411752010-04-16T01:13:00.000-05:002011-06-01T10:20:37.120-05:00

I know, I know - television. Again. Sue me.I don't understand how some of these commercials pass muster. Is it a lack of attention to detail? Is it a lack of concern? Is it a lack of understanding? My latest "Argh!" award winner is the spot for a skin cream that is so effective that "my skin looks better even after I take it off." Seriously? Does this woman moult? Maybe that is my

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-48570493207340760722009-04-23T01:31:00.001-05:002009-05-23T14:01:34.332-05:00

I watch too much tv. I know I do. But I do a lot of other things, also. Really. Granted, my full-time job is now only two days a week, but I'm much busier now than when I worked full-time. People ask me to do things for them, with them and/or to them. I have hobbies and household projects that I never had the time to devote to before that are now receiving my admittedly scattered attention.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-33585546916179878212009-01-19T00:29:00.000-05:002009-03-19T12:32:43.154-05:00

About "eye-catching" logos...wondering what kind of person would actually throw their eye in the hope that it would be caught. Shudder.'night.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-80120529658616504472008-10-13T01:48:00.000-05:002008-10-13T13:55:10.602-05:00

I don't know much about Hugh Laurie. I know he's got a great poker face and plays the piano. I also know he's British and does a fabulous American accent. What I never was able to figure out until watching a late-night rerun of House is that he bears a striking resemblance to the Grinch (of stealing Christmas fame). Nothing against Mr. Laurie - I think he's got great eyes (but then, so does

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-36036785038304891212008-07-24T03:37:00.001-05:002008-07-24T15:45:55.888-05:00

I was due for a new one and no one called to solicit my business. Maybe I was blacklisted from the last time? (See June 2006) So, I had to go to the website and upgrade myself. (What is this one-time upgrade fee? One time, every time, more like.) I ordered the phone and noted the two-day delivery time. When it didn't arrive as expected on Monday, I checked online on Tuesday and found that

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I would like to take just a moment to pause and pay homage to the eternal struggle of pasta versus antipasta. Do they cancel each other out eventually? Does it matter how many support one side or the other, or who can remember how to spell correctly? I found the idea amusingly intriguing - or intriguingly amusing, which is harder to say and therefore my preference at this hour while trying to

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-56303211747645574762007-07-10T01:59:00.000-05:002007-07-10T14:20:34.021-05:00

My son and I were having a discussion and he deflected my statement. When I called him on it, his response was totally disarming - mostly because he answered me faster than he could think and came up with the most unexpected adjective. It came out this way: "I know, but does that make my argument any less...incomprehensible?" I loved it.'night.

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I was flipping through the channels looking at the synopses of various shows I was thinking about falling asleep on, when I saw something like this: "Kirk fights angry giants on a hostile planet while his crew argues bitterly with Spock." My son, whom I had just picked up from his night job and knows me annoyingly well, responded, "No! No way! We are NOT watching that!" Through my hysterical

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Have you seen those commercials with the people doing ridiculous things to compensate for the credit card rewards for which they haven't yet qualified? My favorite (a relative term?) is the one with the two cyclists and the guy pretending he has a bike. They all arrive in a clearing at the same time commenting on their enjoyment of the trip thus far and then one of them says, "Let's do it."

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-33899551632834543352006-11-15T02:58:00.001-05:002009-09-09T13:09:39.807-05:00

Well, I sort of can. I am a Literacy Volunteer and have helped people as a tutor. But it is this type of grammatical issue that would put me at odds with any educational administration, especially so if they are as poorly-educated as I am afraid is the case.Why is evitable not a commonly used word, as inevitable is? My son tried the example of paired versus impaired but I've heard the word paired

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We visited my 98-year-old grandmother this past weekend. She's deaf as a post but pretty sharp. A woman approached our table to solicit members for a family committee of some kind. She offered business cards to both my sister-in-law and me but not to my grandmother, who said, "Don't I get one?" The woman, after recovering from the shock of having my grandmother actually speak to her (as if a

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I'm in one of those moods, again. The words are getting to me. Why does invaluable mean more valuable than just valuable? Inaudible means less audible. Inconspicuous is the opposite of conspicuous. Immovable means something that can't be moved. But important doesn't mean "not portant", does it? And don't even get me started again on the geniuses who not only decided to invent the word "unthaw"

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1150592259199805642006-06-16T22:47:00.000-05:002006-06-17T20:05:40.643-05:00

Photo by Susan Kehoe from wcbstv.com article at Bear Pulls a Goldilocks in NJ BackyardHIGHLAND LAKES, N.J. Susan and Vinnie Kehoe got the shock of a lifetime on Sunday.They were in their kitchen eating when they noticed something bizarre going on - a slumbering bear was just chillin' in their backyard, reports WCBS-TV."I looked out the window and thought somebody was on my hammock, a person,"

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1150591169428633772006-06-13T22:27:00.000-05:002006-06-17T19:39:29.443-05:00

(Picture actually from National Geographic's Photo-in-the-News)Cat Proves His Mettle by Chasing Bear Up TreeAssociated Press -- June 12, 2006WEST MILFORD, N.J. -- A black bear picked the wrong yard for a jaunt, running into a territorial tabby who ran the furry beast up a tree -- twice.Jack, a 15-pound orange and white cat, keeps a close vigil on his property, often chasing small animals, but

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1149299402797564082006-05-30T22:44:00.000-05:002006-06-02T20:50:02.796-05:00

This is my 2 1/2 year old nephew. He cleared out the bottom shelf in the cabinet and thought it was simply glorious to be in there. Just look at that grin. Maybe we should all take some time to clear out the bottom shelf and check things out. Hmmm...that sounded way more philosophical than I meant it to. Well, there it is.'night.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1149297698849814672006-04-13T01:23:00.000-05:002006-06-02T21:37:34.750-05:00

I got a call from my wireless provider trying to get me to commit to another two years with them. I wasn't interested, really, but my phone is hopelessly out of date and the guy was funny. He told me that they would upgrade my super-cheap plan for free, include all the benefits I already have, plus expand my "local" calling area to encompass, without roaming or long distance charges, the entire

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I was going through my gmail account spam folder and giggling at some of the sender names when I took note of a couple of them. I hate waste and I like words - descriptive words, words that I've never heard before, words that just sound funny. And spam is chock-full of all of them. I suddenly thought, "Hmmm, some of these words are very unusual...I wonder if anyone has thought to use them for

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1141858003041972802006-03-08T02:43:00.000-05:002006-03-08T17:46:43.053-05:00

This is just the type of thing that keeps me giggling on and off all day long. I feel guilty and yet I continue to visit Engrish.com. I likes what I likes, I s'pose.'night.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1141452142676935292006-03-02T01:01:00.000-05:002006-03-04T01:03:16.443-05:00

Your Hair Should Be PurpleIntense, thoughtful, and unconventional.You're always philosophizing and inspiring others with your insights.What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?Who knew it would be the same as my oh-so-superior son? 'night

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Isn't it great when you can totally make up a word and the person you're talking to knows exactly what you mean? And then it becomes part of the local vocab and, before you know it, you're hearing it on tv and saying, "Hey, didn't I make that up??" I remember saying that I was all pizza'd out and having my friends laugh at me and then, years later, hearing a character say it on tv. So weird.'

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1137797311369813862006-01-15T05:46:00.000-05:002006-01-20T17:48:31.380-05:00

How cute is this picture? I don't know where it came from before it landed in my e-mail but it just makes me smile.'night.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1158087421745534002005-12-29T02:50:00.000-05:002006-12-29T19:16:28.090-05:00

Phone call found on my answering machine from my son, "All right, this is bad. I was hoping that this was the cell phone number but apparently I was wrong. It's...sometime before 1:08 because my flight leaves at 1:08 and it's gonna start boarding in around ten minutes. I need you to be at the other airport I don't know when. Hang on a sec." End of message.

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Why is it that I can't smell the smells from the kitchen when I'm in the kitchen? I mean, I make soup but can't smell it unless I go upstairs. I bake pie and banana bread and can't smell it until it's almost done, but from upstairs it smells yummy. I thought maybe it was sensory overkill but I can smell nothing in the kitchen and yet as soon as I get to the stairs, there it is. It makes me

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I guess I wasn't paying attention to the weather reports or something. I knew snow was expected this Monday night into Tuesday but waking up to the whiteness this morning was a complete surprise. It was fun to play with and then I had to make soup. It was a compulsion. I absolutely had to do it. I bought a chicken, carrots, celery and forgot the sage. I simmered it all afternoon. And then

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1130869429346939902005-10-31T01:21:00.000-05:002005-11-01T13:23:49.363-05:00

Now, THIS is a scary picture. (Those in the know will know why.)'night.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1131306503841888902005-10-20T01:38:00.000-05:002005-11-06T14:49:44.916-05:00

Spot playing with bubbles and Zeke with a ping pong ball on his head. Well, no, he didn't put it there himself, but he was still weird. Look at him, trying to remain dignified with a ping pong ball on his head. I mean, if he didn't want it there, he could easily have knocked it off or moved even a tiny bit and it would have rolled away. Instead, he sat there pretending everything was normal

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1131305740378729622005-09-17T01:21:00.000-05:002005-11-06T15:17:02.476-05:00

I found these old pics while I was looking for...actually, these are what I was looking for. The pumpkin the child is sitting on is not the same one with which my cat, Spot, posed so appropriately. Either the child would have had to be Tiny Tim or Spot would have had to be entirely too overgrown. Neither of those scenarios is desirable. Not that I have anything against small people. I'm on

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1130506599782101612005-09-09T22:17:00.000-05:002005-11-06T15:05:42.040-05:00

It occurs to me that it's been an inordinately long time since I learned and posted a new vocabulary word. Well, here's one: velleity. I should write the definition here but I just don't feel like it. There have been others but I'm just too tired to recall them. I need to look on Webster's Word of the Day archives to find some interesting entries. I was reading an incredibly boring book

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AP Aaron Balick expected to find a tiny mouse rustling behind the TV in his apartment. Instead, he found a venomous giant centipede that somehow hitched a ride from South America to Britain."Thinking it was a mouse, I went to investigate the sound. The sound was coming from under some papers which I lifted, expecting to see the mouse scamper away," the 32-year-old psychotherapist said Wednesday.

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Robot attacks Japanese Prime MinisterJapan’s first mall-patrolling security robot, the T63 Artemis, took an instant dislike to Japan’s Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi yesterday. A simple meet-and-greet experience was obviously too much for the batty bot, which launched a smokescreen on contact. T63_artemisThe robot has been patrolling the mall for a year now, disturbing the doughnut dunking of

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I don't have much to say at the moment. My boss is on vacation, his associate is giving me the occasional project, and basically I'm just answering phones, organizing papers, fooling with my digital photos and watching the thermometer continue to rise. (At 11:09am the Weatherbug thermometer already read 88 - four degrees higher than it was all day yesterday. Ick.)Did you ever hear this thing?

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1121371031210689622005-07-08T02:04:00.000-05:002005-07-14T14:57:11.266-05:00

It was a nice thought. Sentimental, spiritual, moralistic and fairly well-executed. It even won an award. But, honestly - couldn't they count the people in the bus? "A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher...," one, two, three, four passengers, right? "That driver never ever saw the stop sign...," and driver makes five. Are you with me so far?Then the next verse begins (and repeats

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Not that I was expecting it, mind you. It was just bound to happen sooner or later. Someone asked me how to spell "Jones". No, it wasn't someone foreign-born or a functional illiterate (on second thought...). It was one of our federal government employees - a person ostensibly qualified by passing the infamous Civil Service Exam to work for our United States Postal Service."How do you spell

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I love to visit Engrish.com Sometimes it can be offensive, I admit. And sometimes, like today, I wonder if it's mean to laugh at what they post there. It can be a picture of anything from building signage to t-shirts to small appliance labels, written in mangled english by Japanese printers. The site is run by an American who lived in Japan for some time and has substantial affection for the

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1120140147327007062005-06-11T22:56:00.000-05:002005-06-30T09:07:00.200-05:00

Courtesy of A Tribute - 9/11/01 - God Bless America I don't know why I always look at these pages. It must be for the same reason I still have to turn away every time I see the World Trade Center on tv. This image in particular hit home. It's a different world.'night.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1118694118402117152005-06-02T02:46:00.000-05:002005-06-28T11:41:46.353-05:00

I don't get it. First, there was Star Search. It was a novelty. Then it became something else, then there was the kids' spinoff. Then it went away.Then came American Idol which, on the heels of the various reality tv shows about making people who would never get along in ordinary situations live together and the Survivor craze, became a mammoth success. I am not ashamed to say that I have

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Quincunx. It's one of those words that you always knew must exist (as in, there must be a name for those three dots that you put in a sentence when you want people to know you're leaving something out...which word is 'ellipsis', by the way) but never bothered to look up. Probably because you didn't care enough to find out. But NOW, thanks to me and Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day, you don't

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Yes, folks, that's right. It is a little-explored sociological issue that deserves some grant money, at the very least, because so few people are aware of the hardships faced by this much-ignored segment of the population. Grocery shopping is just one small area of the issue.Imagine if you will, a smart grocery shopper. He or she knows exactly what is on sale, what the most nutritious (or

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Call me crazy but I think there has to be a limit to this food thing. I'm still trying to figure out steaks that are over a pound for one person. I like to eat but I can't reconcile this supersize-all-you-can-eat-bigger-than-ever mentality with the health hazards of obesity. I think if we're all living on the same planet (whether or not this is where we are actually from) we should at least be

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Yahoo! NewsS.C. Teens Rescued After 6 Days at SeaAdrift on a sailboat without food or fresh water for six days, 17-year-old Josh Long and a friend survived on sea water, raw jellyfish — and faith."We just prayed every day. We prayed for our families, prayed for our lives, prayed to get home. God answered us," Long told CBS's "Early Show" on Monday. "I knew he wouldn't let us suffer for no reason.

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Puffed-up tomato frog from reptileview.comScience - APExploding Toads Puzzle German ScientistsBERLIN - More than 1,000 toads have puffed up and exploded in a Hamburg pond in recent weeks, and scientists still have no explanation for what's causing the combustion, an official said Wednesday.Both the pond's water and body parts of the toads have been tested, but scientists have been unable to find

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Cool pic by chema madoz, 1998chema madoz galleryI've done this in my mind so many times that the picture struck me as perfectly normal. :)'night.

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Courtesy of dummocrats.comWhite House - AP Cabinet & StateBy MARTIN CRUTSINGER, AP Economics WriterWASHINGTON - The Secret Service, which has the job of guarding the president and other dignitaries, now has a new temporary duty — protecting a mother duck and her nine eggs.The duck, a brown mallard with white markings, has had several names suggested by Treasury Department people, including "

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So much to doso little strengthno motivationshadows grow lengthdrag myself upshake my tears offhelp me Jesusunbreak my heart

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Antarctic eclipse taken by a Mr. Bruenjes in November of 2003. Isn't it amazing?'night.

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McCandless Spacewalk, circa 1984. It looks like an illustration, doesn't it? Amazing to think of anyone actually doing this without a special effects team.'night.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1111503750368217192005-02-19T23:55:00.000-05:002005-03-22T12:16:14.700-05:00

To borrow a line from Inspector Clouseau, "The mystery is solv-ed!" (See my post of January 6, 2005) I forgot that I'd never commented on it. So sorry.Seems the man had a strange syndrome which caused him to function by remembering where things were in the space around him and by keeping to the rhythm of his task. If he was interrupted, even for a moment, he "lost" everything and couldn't

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1110829939898681632005-02-11T02:49:00.000-05:002005-03-14T14:52:52.176-05:00

Why do valuable and invaluable mean the same thing? Why did I never hear the word "unthaw" in my life until recently? Have I been hiding under a rock? It doesn't make any sense to me. What are you looking at?'night.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1107982263347169722005-02-02T03:42:00.000-05:002005-05-03T09:02:44.970-05:00

False Alarm, Connecticut Not Being EvacuatedConnecticut emergency management officials have apologized for an erroneous message sent to state broadcasters today saying an evacuation of the state had been ordered.State emergency management officials believe someone pressed the wrong button.Instead of running a test of the emergency alert system, midday television viewers and radio listeners were

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1106341549328966532005-01-21T03:45:00.000-05:002005-01-21T16:05:49.326-05:00

Okay, not really. But I'm having a hard time sleeping because I was just hours ago told that yet another relative died and it's so sudden and so close on the heels of the other death and..it's my birthday and I'm not planning to remind anyone of that fact. It's not a particularly tragic death or momentus in the grand scheme, but it is upsetting and I can't stop weeping long enough to sleep. I

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1106250179584210542005-01-20T02:42:00.000-05:002005-01-20T14:50:42.163-05:00

The eensy, weensy spider went to the Bermuda Triangle. Doesn't look real, does it?

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March 7, 2003 courtesy of Space.com Not everyone has a favorite planet, but Saturn has always been mine. I've always been fascinated by its rings and bands of color. I used to draw pictures of it, imagine dancing on the rings, create fanciful societies to live on the surface. I felt a bit cheated upon finding out it wasn't the only planet in our solar system with rings but gratified that none

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1106149418540357302005-01-13T22:33:00.000-05:002005-01-19T10:43:38.540-05:00

I've been checking on the beautiful Mt. St. Helens Volcano Cam since last October and recently noticed this on the site - "Please note that since October 11, 2004, Mount St. Helens has been in a constant eruptive state." I don't know that a three-month-long-and-counting eruptive state is a very good thing at all. The stuff of nightmares...and I haven't heard from my friend who lives in the

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1106066984729771542005-01-06T22:43:00.000-05:002005-01-18T16:37:40.146-05:00

They say the internet is isolating and self-promoting. It certainly feeds on itself (that's called surfing, right?). In my case, it promotes other media - movies, books, etc. It cuts down on my encyclopedia usage, I'll admit, but it does send me to other resources on a regular basis. Case in point: while searching for odd trivia, I found the book entitled, The Man Who Mistook His Wife For a

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Today is my boss' birthday. I baked brownies for him because the last time I made them, he had three of them before they were even cool enough to be cut. I think it's fair to assume that he liked them. It amazes me when people are surprised to get home-baked goodies. When I brought in the first batch of brownies, someone assumed I'd used a mix. I would have considered that to be rude but

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1103830439485718442004-12-15T01:46:00.000-05:002004-12-27T10:32:23.713-05:00

As I was looking over my outbound Christmas gifts, it dawned on me that what I'm giving is really no indication of what I'm about or what the recipients mean to me. I like to make gifts (this year, it's chocolate truffles, jam and refrigerator magnets) and they are fun and/or enjoyable but, honestly, of what use are they? They either contribute excess calories or collect dust. "I love you.

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My son called me on his cell phone and we had a horrible connection. I heard, "...it...bu...kye...tuna." I told him I couldn't hear and to repeat it. Again, broken up fragments. I said, "Are you saying, 'tuna'?" "Yes. bu...kye...tuna...'k." "All I hear is 'tuna'." "I moved closer to the door. Is this better?" "Yes. Are you calling me about tuna??" "Yes. I need to know what

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1102186782701702352004-11-28T01:59:00.000-05:002004-12-04T20:58:47.966-05:00

Years ago, my family celebrated Thanksgiving without me. Not that my family is such a joyful, thankful group, mind you. It was just that I wasn't included for some reason. My family was always more about the food than the concept. The wonderful woman who worked for my grandmother was the best down-home cook anywhere, not to mention one of my favorite people in the whole world. I feel

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1102184789926355032004-11-15T01:09:00.000-05:002004-12-04T13:26:29.926-05:00

I love awards shows. I miss them almost every chance I get. Sincerity is such a novelty and melodrama is so boring. This is my acceptance speech: (as I adjust the microphone 'way down) You'd think by now there would be a Martina McBride setting on this thing. This is so surreal, to be the one on stage with all the famous people focused on me! You know, all my life I've been told I'm not

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1100319913602527222004-11-07T23:53:00.000-05:002004-11-12T23:27:57.706-05:00

Your Iron Chefs! I love this show. It makes the people around me seem more normal. A Japanese millionaire, played by a man who dresses like Elvis, acts like William Shatner and sounds like a kung-fu movie, has his stable of top Japanese chefs of different cooking styles and finds a "challenger" with a famous reputation to "battle" one of them in his "Kitchen Stadium." The theme song is the

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1100314337020530962004-10-30T22:47:00.000-05:002004-11-12T21:52:17.020-05:00

I don't know if it's the season or what, but I'm just having one of those days when looking in the mirror just scares me silly. My hair is insane, my eyes are puffy. I don't need a mask in order to scare people. Or maybe this is a mask. Yeah, that's it. I'll convince myself of that and then maybe my dreams can be my real life. I like it. 'night.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1098452709597697772004-10-22T01:38:00.000-05:002004-10-22T08:45:09.596-05:00

This was part of an e-mail I received from the Hotmail Staff. No further explanation is necessary - or possible. "MSN® Hotmail® Plus is available in 15 languages. Please select English if yours is not one of them." 'night.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1097964739773958082004-10-16T02:12:00.000-05:002004-10-16T17:15:03.256-05:00

Mount St. Helens in May 1980 Watching and waiting is a little scary. Mount St. Helens VolcanoCam - Mount St. Helens National Volcanic Monument E-mail from a friend in Washington state: "I wouldn't worry about Mt. St. Helens. It's media hype. Basically, the mountain has a little indigestion and is clearing its throat. They like to make it sound like the world is ending. Most people out here

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1097764446663545482004-10-14T01:34:00.000-05:002004-10-15T09:41:41.910-05:00

Is this really the message we want to be sending our children?? ;) 'night.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1097520024491280832004-10-11T00:03:00.000-05:002004-10-14T13:47:06.666-05:00

Like most people's machines, my computer will tell me the date if I look in the right place. It will even tell me the incredibly accurate time, thanks to the atomic clock. It's important for me to check in to this accuracy because my neighbors have had Halloween decorations up for the past two weeks. I was completely disoriented when I came home from work in late September to face

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1098112525397053402004-10-08T22:15:00.000-05:002004-10-18T10:17:20.796-05:00

Yawn 'night

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When I first became connected to the internet it was a social thing. I spent an inordinate amount of time in believers' chat rooms and instant-messaging people I didn't know. I gradually learned to use the internet on my own and quit the original service, spending more time answering e-mail, shopping and researching questions than socializing with masked strangers. Suddenly, I find myself

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1096291497876020912004-09-28T00:21:00.000-05:002004-09-27T08:57:51.603-05:00

The things people can take seriously astounds me. I found it amusing. Table of Condiments That Periodically Go Bad 'night.

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Old news story from a former president. I never knew about this. You can't make this stuff up. Pictures courtesy of The Jimmy Carter Library by way of Narsil.org 'night.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1096041812123444262004-09-24T00:03:00.000-05:002004-10-05T11:49:33.856-05:00

On my way home from work yesterday, I was stopping at a red light and heard squealing tires. My immediate thought was that I hadn't fully stopped and I jammed my foot down harder into the floorboard just as I felt a thump! behind me. I got out of my car and the lady in the car behind me (now a good four feet away) shook her head and shrugged sheepishly at me. (Say that five times fast. Shook

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1095953086567159782004-09-22T00:45:00.000-05:002004-09-23T10:58:14.106-05:00

I saw someone walking on the street wearing a big button saying, "Ask me how!" I say, if you don't want an answer, kindly refrain from asking me the question. I think it's a simple concept. However, someone I work with is having trouble with it. She continues to ask me questions and then dispute my answers. Even if I don't know the answer and suggest that she ask someone else, she argues

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1095366983221816522004-09-18T03:19:00.000-05:002004-09-16T15:42:04.770-05:00

I didn't realize until now that the era of the insidious commercial has unofficially ended. Unofficially only because I have no authority to proclaim it officially over. I've seen in passing some of those television specials about "classic" commercials (Can you say, "Scraping the bottom of the barrel?") and they are entertaining in a, what is the word I want, inane? way. That's a spicy

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1095356259738202102004-09-16T00:29:00.000-05:002004-09-16T12:40:45.576-05:00

It was eighty degrees outside this afternoon, hurricanes are battering the southern states and all I keep thinking is, "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire..." Why does that happen? What dictates the opening/releasing/recalling of those memory bubbles at seemingly random moments? A friend (who will be disowned if he continues to annoy me this way) deliberately started singing a song to me

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1095125951180489102004-09-13T01:27:00.000-05:002004-09-13T20:39:11.180-05:00

Paper cuts hurt. Even the staunchest, most stoic person loses the ability to suffer in silence when faced with the little devils. Muscle pulls, broken bones, lacerations and bruises can all be borne but slice your skin on a page from a book and the sounds escape before you can think about it. I've been suffering an inordinate number of paper cuts myself, lately. (Hmmm...odd choice of words,

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1094738059742225742004-09-08T22:38:00.000-05:002004-09-09T09:07:47.996-05:00

After my blow dryer exploded, forcing me to buy a new one (how's that for an opening line?) I read the instructions. Number seven said, "Never use while sleeping," which, after I finished giggling, reminded me of an old e-mail someone had sent me. I hunted it down and hereby memorialize it for your reading pleasure (and mine). Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1094562485916071352004-09-06T22:01:00.000-05:002004-09-07T08:08:16.320-05:00

I was thinking about sickness. Motion sickness is sickness caused by being in motion. Air sickness is caused by being in a plane in the air. Heart sickness is caused by affairs of the heart. Home sickness is caused by...being at home? Affairs of the home? Something is wrong here. It's like parking in a driveway and driving on a parkway. It's just not right. Someday I'm going to figure

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1094419292963389452004-09-02T01:08:00.000-05:002004-09-05T16:21:32.963-05:00

It's not so much that they're fleeting. They're fleeing. I went to all the trouble of searching out the picture below and, now that I've set it all up, I can't for the life of me remember what I wanted to say about it. Darned lack of sleep. 'night.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1093669743580545362004-08-28T00:04:00.000-05:002004-08-28T00:09:03.580-05:00

I just finished watching "Field of Dreams" on television again. It's such a cute movie. Of course, one has to suspend their disbelief to really enjoy it, but I can't help wondering one thing at the end - where are all these people going to park??? 'night.

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'night.

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When I look out of my office window, I see two cars that catch my eye: one that my boss told me is a ragtop Mini Cooper and the other a convertible Grand Am which he owns. Now, I know very little about cars - I know what color car my friends own and whether it's a van or not, but normally that's where my interest ends. My question is, what advantage is there to having a convertible? It

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1093540499688594502004-08-17T00:14:00.000-05:002004-08-26T12:17:56.213-05:00

I've been thinking recently about the fact that so many terms of endearment for children revolve around food - honey(bun), sweetie(pie), sugarplum, pumpkin, cookie, dumpling. It's a little sick, don't you think? In French, they're "little cabbages". It loses something in the translation but, hey, it's French. In Spanish they're called ducklings, which is cute and not immediately associated

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1092329705899121182004-08-11T23:44:00.000-05:002004-08-12T13:09:11.306-05:00

I love thunderstorms. Unless I'm trying to sleep, in which case I wish they were a bit quieter. I love to witness the power of them and the show the lightning makes. They say that most of what we see is actually ground-to-cloud, although it looks like it comes from the sky. I've often thought about standing on my head during a storm but I never seem to remember that while I'm watching one.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1092328342066460622004-08-02T23:22:00.000-05:002004-08-12T11:34:05.106-05:00

Omigosh. I have a friend who is certifiable. We have a strange and wonderful relationship. She is always telling me what I should do and I am always telling her why I can't. We are the difference between spontaneous and impulsive. She suggested that we go to Milan next year without thinking about the finances or my available vacation time. I agreed and she thought I was serious. Two months

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1091544074875534902004-07-24T23:25:00.000-05:002004-08-12T11:36:09.613-05:00

I'm not a gambler. I don't even take many calculated risks. When I do, anyone I tell is completely shocked. I ask God for direction, so it's not really a risk from that standpoint. But in dealing with people, sometimes you just have to guess. They act one way with one person, differently when around another. What is real? What can you count on? People are generally shallow and interested

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1093542566093039202004-07-19T00:47:00.000-05:002004-08-26T13:37:02.640-05:00

Who are these people who spend time creating this nonsense? Gotta love 'em. ;) bugging you 'night.

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Never say never. I think that was a James Bond movie. I can't stand those movies. I like Sean Connery now that he's outgrown that persona, though. But I digress... Why is it that when you say something never happens, it suddenly does? Or you hear a word for the first time, and then you hear it half a dozen times more in the next few days? Or when you give up on someone, they show up and

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1093541239321301702004-07-12T23:27:00.000-05:002004-08-26T12:40:55.410-05:00

Someone thinks he's cool, anyway. 

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I've mentioned my friend, Steve, before. He writes the world's shortest e-mails. ("Thanks for the e-mail. Love, Steve.") I love him to pieces, he'll talk on the phone for an hour, but I can't expect anything substantial from him in black and white. Well, I checked my e-mail after going to the beach for a few days and the man has outdone even himself. I know it was an effort to look up my

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I saw the new Tom Hanks movie, The Terminal, other night. I had decided to stop waiting for other people to do things with me because there are so many things I miss out on that way. I told someone I was going to take myself out to a movie and he said, "Oh, do you want me to go with you?" (My friends know me so well.) I laughed and said, "Did I not just say I was going to go by myself?" He

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It's a funny thing. I know, they're not called compartments; they're called chambers. (How old was I when I first learned that? Do I care?) Palaces have chambers. Judges have chambers, too. There is a judge here named Chambers but they call her chambers her office at her request. I suppose it's not very funny if you deal with it on a day to day basis. It's like the Cape May Courthouse

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Tonight I was with some people who are deaf. It was not by accident - it was planned. These particular people are patient with my inexpert sign language and it's fun to try to communicate with them. There was a musical practice in a room nearby and it was rather loud. Then my cell phone rang. While I walked towards the corridor at the far side of the room, I said, "Hang on, I can't hear,"

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1093545824253963492004-06-09T01:43:00.000-05:002004-08-26T13:54:28.876-05:00

I have no idea why evolution is an accepted theory. Potty cat 'night.

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What I want to know is, who is June and what was she singing in the first place? Is changing her tune an improvement? Maybe she was singing something we wanted to hear and changing it would be bad. Or maybe she was out of tune and she is changing to be in tune. I think the lyric needs some fine-tuning. 'night.

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I was tired of mindless entertainment so I thought I'd give this movie a spin. It really surprised me. At first blush, I didn't think I liked it. The more I thought about it, the more the imagery sank in (loved the store window display of detergent ) the more I appreciated the content. We've become so accustomed to action that we sometimes miss the subtleties (no, not the subtitles) unless

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Fruity pie? 

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The cutest pic of my brother I'll ever see (he's the bigger one)   This was taken in August 2002, I think. I love it. 'night.

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Some think that others' perception of them is what they are. Of course, that isn't entirely true, but it is to a degree. You can be completely other than your public persona, but if your behavior is dictated by public opinion then that is what you are at that moment for those people. I think of the image I have of certain friends (mostly male). When I make positive comments in front of their

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1094769338344455332004-05-03T00:34:00.000-05:002004-09-09T17:35:38.343-05:00

My son noticed the hand sanitizer in my purse. He mused, "Hand Sanitizer...is that in case your hands go insane?" 'night.

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1094768209606961052004-04-29T01:14:00.000-05:002004-09-24T11:27:32.543-05:00

A scary e-mail: For those of you who already have children past this age, this list is hilarious. For those who have children this age, this is not funny. For those who have children nearing this age, this is a warning. For those who have not yet had children, this is birth control. =>=>=>=>=>=>=>=>=>=> 1. A king size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 2000 sq. ft. house 4 inches deep. =>=

Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244638757862302193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145568.post-1083270062259905352004-04-25T00:11:00.000-05:002004-04-29T15:38:35.593-05:00

Why do things look so much bigger on film? An anorexic woman looks slim and lovely. An acorn looks like a coconut. A bald coconut but a coconut nonetheless. And that's without any effort on the part of the camera crew. Advertisers spend big bucks to have their product look oh-so-much bigger and better than it really is in order to induce us to spend our oh-so-much smaller dollars. Face it.

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