to kiss you on the clock stroke
Happy New Year, Love
hai·ku Pronunciation: 'hI-(")kü Function: noun Etymology: Japanese : an unrhymed verse form of Japanese origin having three lines containing usually 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively
... and Piglet hesitates
... and Rabbit calculates
... and Owl pontificates
I've always loved this song, especially this version from the movie Love Actually.
But this year, more than ever, it absolutely says how I feel about you!
If I could have you with me more, it would be a dream come true. BUT my dear, We have what we have and we do what we can.
I love you and you are truly ALL I want for Christmas.
Found this in the iphone app store for $.99!
It's called Spawn Ilumanati by Elements of Design
I cannot put it down, it's mesmerizing.
The pic above is one I created with the app.
You can see videos of Spawn on YouTube.
Amy: I think love should be irresistible, like a drug, you know? I think when it happens you should just not be able to help yourself...
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I went to Michael's today to get some flowers to do some last minute crafts. You know the people who stand outside the stores and hold the bells and gather donations for the Salvation Army, well there was this sweet little old lady out there. She looked so cold. I walked passed her when I went in and she smiled at me and I saw that she noticed my jacket, yes I was wearing my Harley gear. When I came out from shopping I walked over to her and told her that they needed to give them credit card machines, I didn't carry cash and I was really sorry because I felt horrible walking into the store buying myself things and not giving any money to help benefit her cause. She looked at me and smiled, she grabbed my hand gently and said, "Oh my dear dear child, don't you think twice about that, I read in the newspaper about all that you guys do for the children and charities in the area. You all do your part all year round. God Bless your Chapter and may God be with you all always."
So if you can pass this on and let others know that in the middle of Spotsy on a rainy and nasty day, a little old lady took the time to make sure to acknowledge...........RICHMOND ROCKS!!!
In 1958, in New York City, the upper class Diane Arbus is a frustrated and lonely woman with a conventional marriage with two daughters. Her husband is a photographer sponsored by the wealthy parents of Diane, and she works as his assistant. When Lionel Sweeney, a mysterious man with hypertrichosis (a.k.a. werewolf syndrome, a disease that causes excessive body hair), comes to live in the apartment in the upper floor, Diane feels a great attraction for him and is introduced to the world of freaks and marginalized people, falling in love with Lionel. Written by Claudio Carvalho, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
The Classic French Absinthe Ritual
The classic French absinthe ritual involves placing a sugar cube on a flat perforated spoon, which
rests on the rim of the glass containing a measure or “dose” of absinthe. Iced water is then very
slowly dripped on to the sugar cube, which gradually dissolves and drips, along with the water, into
the absinthe, causing the green liquor to louche (“loosh”) into an opaque opalescent white as the
essential oils precipitate out of the alcoholic solution. Usually three to four parts water are added to
one part of 68% absinthe.
"Tigger is all right really," said Piglet lazily.
"Of course he is," said Christopher Robin.
"Everybody is really," said Pooh.
"That's what I think," said Pooh.
"But I don't suppose I'm right," he said.
"Of course you are," said Christopher Robin.
Maybe I just WANT to be invisible... hmmm, sometimes.
"No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.”
Need to live by that one!
A Dirty Job A Novel
by Christopher Moore
Charlie Asher is a pretty normal guy. A little hapless, somewhat neurotic, sort of a hypochondriac. He's what's known as a Beta Male: the kind of fellow who makes his way through life by being careful and constant -- you know, the one who's always there to pick up the pieces when the girl gets dumped by the bigger/taller/stronger Alpha Male.
But Charlie's been lucky. He owns a building in the heart of San Francisco, and runs a secondhand store with the help of a couple of loyal, if marginally insane, employees. He's married to a bright and pretty woman who actually loves him for his normalcy. And she, Rachel, is about to have their first child.
Yes, Charlie's doing okay for a Beta. That is, until the day his daughter, Sophie, is born. Just as Charlie -- exhausted from the birth -- turns to go home, he sees a strange man in mint-green golf wear at Rachel's hospital bedside, a man who claims that no one should be able to see him. But see him Charlie does, and from here on out, things get really weird. . . .
People start dropping dead around him, giant ravens perch on his building, and it seems that everywhere he goes, a dark presence whispers to him from under the streets. Strange names start appearing on his nightstand notepad, and before he knows it, those people end up dead, too. Yup, it seems that Charlie Asher has been
recruited for a new job, an unpleasant but utterly necessary one:
Death. It's a dirty job. But hey, somebody's gotta do it.
"One of the antic Moore's funniest capers yet." --Kirkus Reviews
Published by William Morrow
hardcover 24.95 paperback $9.95
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The Goth Girl. Nothing totaly cool happens to you, ever! You envy Asher's position of Death. you can be a real bitch, and you aren`t afraid to admit it. but still have a small ray of affection shining through.
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It's truly surprising how a simple, short email can remedy EVERY bad feeling I've been having.
I have my very own psychosis...
or perhaps it's a neurosis...
I know I have done nothing wrong.
I do go overboard at times... yes, I'm aware of that. I sometimes become, for lack of a better word, compulsive. But all in all, I don't do anything to harm anyone and I try to not annoy or bother though sometimes it's impossible to avoid completely, at least where you are concerned. Most of my time is spent trying to figure out how to FIX people. And I want to fix everything for you. Of course I know that I can't and that's the most painful part for me.
The last time I saw you was perfect... at least for ME! Time alone together. Time to just hold each other. After leaving you, I was filled with the warmest glow. You know what that was? Love... plain and simple and the knowledge that I made a difference for you, however small. I was so enthralled... I never went to sleep. Then morning came and I did something I shouldn't have. Oh it wasn't a bad thing, just ill timed. I'm sure it wasn't as earth shattering as it felt to me at the moment, not at all, a rediculous thought. But I've come to realize that I second-guess my words and actions toward you lately. How will you react to This email? What will be the consequences of calling you right now? Will I annoy you? I analyze everything.
THIS is my neurosis. Intellectually, I know that you don't react... or over react to my every word or emotion. But my soul aches to make everything better for you and when I feel I've done some little thing to make things worse, I obsess! I am learning to deal with this and not freak out... but then, you KNOW me eh?
When you sent those ten little words above... I just melted.
It don't take much, do it?
Q. What is an Economic Stimulus Payment?
A. It is money that the federal government will send to taxpayers.
Q. Where will the government get this money?
A. From taxpayers.
Q. So the government is giving me back my own money?
A. Only a smidgen.
Q. What is the purpose of this payment?
A. The plan is that you will use the money to purchase a high-definition TV set, thus stimulating the economy.
Q. But isn't that stimulating the economy of China?
A. Shut up.
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
No air, air
I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew
But somehow I'm still alive inside
So how do you expect me
No air, air
No air, air
for you, Love...
Hawkins Sophie B - Don't Don't Tell Me No lyrics
I never thought that I could
Crash upon your sandy shores
And like the feeling of your warm security
It's not like me
Now I come with strange excitement
At your very touch I'm frightened
Don't I ask too much you tell me
Long as I can keep on yelling
Don't don't tell me no
I want you to take my hand
Never ever let it go
Even if I make you mad
Darling every bit of love you give
You will get more back
If you believe it
Who cares if its forever
There's no time when we're together
Who cares if we don't worry
We don't even have to hurry
This is our world awaiting
For the sweetest penetrating
Love that we have found
Why can't we splatter it around and around
Why don't you stay
You make me laugh like it's forever
And cry like I have never
You heal my pain
Why can't we pray
Let's take the time to feel the weather
And love the world together
It's the only way
Song lyrics Don't Don't Tell Me No lyrics
"If we have learned one thing from the history of invention and discovery, it is that, in the long run--and often in the short one--the most daring prophecies seem laughably conservative."
-Arthur C. Clarke
Bon Voyage, Sir Arthur!