tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31925782011-04-21T13:57:54.493-07:00Half the World AwayKeeping track of one small town; a family of six, and a life set to music.corrienoreply@blogger.comBlogger4211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-1084896000072088762004-05-18T08:59:00.000-07:002004-05-18T09:00:00.073-07:00I am here now:
www.honkeyco_rye.blogspot.comcorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-1060184680132618962003-08-06T08:44:00.000-07:002003-08-06T08:44:40.163-07:00So, here it is, that time of year when I load everyone who is four feet t all and under into their various car seat apparatus and make the 12 hour drive to Virginia in record slow time of 16 hours.
It appears that we need to stop at every third exit and every single reststop ever built.
Knowing of course that my driving record in towns over 200 is less than stellar, and my need for either NPR corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-1059758478483845752003-08-01T10:21:00.000-07:002003-08-01T10:21:18.530-07:00The Tostito’s Commercial being played with voracious frequency is Getting On My Nerves. It’s the one that spouts pompously that, “Nothing kills a party faster than…..A BROKEN CHIP.”
Now, I have seen some parties killed in my day (albeit waaaay back in the day…) and a broken chip was never even involved in a conspiratorial manner; much less being the primary culprit.
Once I was at a wing ding corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-1059620820565458392003-07-30T20:07:00.000-07:002003-07-30T20:07:00.630-07:00The Hewlit Packard that is currently gracing the computer desk is moving at speeds unknown to science…if they were studying tortoises, that is.
Fable, party of one….
Joshua is asleep in my lap, a round ball of rugby shirted love. This baby thing is so good this time.
So, last night I’m watching American Juniors, because, as we all know, I am married with four children and 8:30 PM is past my corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-1059531609577488872003-07-29T19:20:00.000-07:002003-07-29T19:20:09.633-07:00I’m on the phone with Sprint; stuck in the eternal void that is, “HOLD.” The thought occurs to me that this is probably what purgatory is like:
“Hello, this is heaven…we’re sorry for the wait. All representatives are busy, please continue to hold.”
“Talk about convenient! Now you can atone for your sins online at www.itsalongdamntime.com.”
“Identifying every sinner is easy with Fall of Man ID;corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-1059361853552371042003-07-27T20:10:00.000-07:002003-07-27T20:10:53.626-07:00Been a long time since I rock and rolled…
I’m still not on line, so I’m doing the remote post routine courtesy of Jessica. First things first:
Josh is just wonderful! He fits into our family like he’s always been there. He’s a chunky monkey with a great big smile, two chins, and at least four dimples. We are all desperately in love.
So, things are kind-of crazy at our house these days. The corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-927191052003-04-16T08:14:00.000-07:002003-04-16T08:15:32.000-07:00UPDATE ON THE NEWEST LITTLE BABY GREENE...
She did it!!! Corrie gave birth in her home, to the newest little Greene..."BOY", Joshua Chancellor Greene! He weighed 9lbs2oz and was 21 inches long with a head full of gorgeous black hair, his daddy's little dimples and mommy's mouth!!! Both mommy and baby are doing wonderfully....enjoying their baby moon!!!!
WAY TO GO CORRIE!!!! YOU ROCK!!!! corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-923855182003-04-10T14:39:00.000-07:002003-04-10T14:39:45.810-07:00Ripped off from Andy's blog:
In a flash of need to be more Street Worthy, I have found myself a Ghetto Fabulous Name Generator...look out!
My rock solid ghetto shiznit name is Doctor Get Down.What's yours?Powered by Rum and Monkey.corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-923159182003-04-09T14:22:00.000-07:002003-04-09T15:38:33.000-07:00Disclaimer: This is a boring stream of conscious post about an old parenting forum I used to participate in called AMU or alternamoms unite! It will make very little sense to a lot of you, and I just needed to get it out and processed, so just pass on by if you like for today. :D
Timing is funny. There have been so many times I've been thinking about something, and lo and behold, there it will corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-922387762003-04-08T12:21:00.000-07:002003-04-08T12:48:35.000-07:00Carson is dancing on the sofa waving, "her hands in the air...like she just don't care..." Currently she has her groove on to that 50 Cent song, "In Da Club," Radio Edit...., of course. It's making me laugh.
Cammie is waiting patiently for her song, the polar opposite: The Vines covering Outkast's Ms. Jackson. Happily I like it all.
Chloe has sulked most of the day about one thing or another.corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-921776172003-04-07T15:14:00.000-07:002003-04-07T15:19:31.000-07:00So far, so good. 3 cm dialated and softened up. The baby is riding a little higher than I would have thought...maybe a minus 1 or so. Barring a big thunder storm, I would say that I had a few days left yet. LOL (Famous Last Words!)
Just to make sure that all the cards were stacked up against me, we ate Mexican tonight...homeade though, not Taco Bell, and the upstairs bathroom has no toilet papercorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-919977582003-04-04T11:00:00.000-08:002003-04-04T11:14:47.000-08:00Friends from college are coming today. They called yesterday to tell me they were coming. Hmm, ok. They are sort-of the same as they were in school, but I'm not, so I get worn out when we visit. It's like a cocktail party when you feel like you have to be, "on," all the time. They do have a child, she's around 7 mos. old, and it's so funny to watch them be the typical New Parents.
Everything is corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-919446092003-04-03T15:34:00.000-08:002003-04-03T15:49:08.000-08:00In the world of parenting there is rarely much more shaky ground than when you find yourself confronted with a child of a Fri-quaintance (Sort-of friend...sort of aquaintance) who is really really a rotten kid.
Oh man, there's one of those in my direct circle, and it is about all I can do to not ask the mother if she doesn't see it! Subtle hints do not work with her. Empathy and suggestion as corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-919201982003-04-03T08:05:00.000-08:002003-04-03T08:05:47.293-08:00You are the Marquis Da Sade. Even stripped ofexaggerations, Your real life was as dramaticand as tragic as a cautionary tale. Born to anancient and noble house, you were married(against your wishes) to a middle-class heiressfor money, caused scandals with prostitutes andwith your sister-in-law, thus enraging yourmother-in-law, who had you imprisoned under alettre de cachet for 14 years until corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-918443912003-04-02T06:33:00.000-08:002003-04-02T06:33:30.030-08:00Wow, March Maddness just wasn't/isn't the same without UNC, and even Duke. yeeesh. I'm stuck up here with Bobby Knight fans...no mater what school he's throwing chairs for. LOL
Happily old Dick Vitale has that contract with ESPN, and a commercial where he is SILENT, and I don't have to listen to his flesh crawling, "Yeah! Bay-bee!" Although Chloe will sometimes sneak up on me and yell it. Just corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-915660452003-03-28T12:49:00.000-08:002003-03-28T12:55:23.000-08:00Saturday last I had the most wonderful Blessingway at Jessica's house. It was Blessingway season, as Jessica and Tamara had thrown one the Saturday before for a girl in our playgroup. I had had a lovely time at the other girls, and was so looking forward to my own. :)
The week before, it was warm and I picked out a snappy little black sheath dress from the shop. It was the kind that said: "Hey, corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-914938792003-03-27T10:29:00.000-08:002003-03-27T10:41:04.000-08:00So, the Hip Spot people got run out of town for fraud and code violations galore. They ripped off I don't know how many people and left the entire building looking like a Hollywood crack house set.
Insanity struck, and I rented the building. Rent is free until July 1st, but we get to do the clean up and remodel ourselves...although Jackie Lee (Landlord, and purveyor of the finest Chinese Food incorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-913606132003-03-25T10:59:00.000-08:002003-03-25T11:02:47.000-08:00Prelude to Current Events:
(That title will make sense tomorrow. LOL)
There’s a quasi-hippie shop open in town. As one would imagine, the tongues are a-waggin’. Now granted, they have some cute little patch work numbers in the front windows, but lets think realistically here folks, this is Van Wert.
V.A.N. W.E.R.T. the Bedford Falls of Middle America.
Add to this the (source will remain corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-910707842003-03-20T09:58:00.000-08:002003-03-20T10:07:23.000-08:00So is it just me, or is there anyone else out there that thinks G.W. must be a big Survivor fan?
Look, the man waited to start the "Decapitation," process until after the "Survivor Wednesday," episode ended. Me thinks he didn't want to break into prime time until he was sure that no one voted off his favourite.
But, maybe that's just me trying to find some humour.
So, last night reminded me ofcorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-909978672003-03-19T08:25:00.000-08:002003-03-19T08:45:00.000-08:00Controversy.
Debate.
Expletives.
No, not the impending war.
A three year old insisting upon wearing her leopard print dress outside in the mud.
I give up.
I am defeated.
Go forth and conquer.
Moving on to other things that can keep me from starting the math part of our day.
I am displeased greatly with American Idol, this year. Yes, it's true, along with closet viewer Sarah, I watch corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-909416942003-03-18T11:55:00.000-08:002003-03-18T14:05:13.000-08:00Oh wow, if you want a little humour before going aboutyour daily read..try here I especially like comment #2 which says in part, "What is Columbia going to bring to the table?....coke?"
Laughter is Good.
Believe it or not, I've been thinking about this whole war.
I grew up on the Penninsula of Va. The Yorktown area, and there was a base for every single branch of the military within stones corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-908593632003-03-17T07:51:00.000-08:002003-03-17T07:57:35.000-08:00Well, it appears that the girls and I were exposed to one nasty nasty flu virus at the big garage sale this weekend. First Cammie, now Chloe down for the count. I'm hoping against hope that Carson and I won't get it. (bwa-ha-ha-ha) Adding insult to injury of course is that it is a fabulous 70 degrees in the works for today. Oh wow, that is so nice!
I have the windows open to get all of the germscorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-906501982003-03-13T07:45:00.000-08:002003-03-13T07:45:54.530-08:00It's a beautiful day in my neighborhood...rainy and grey, but I think that's absolutely fabulous compared to icy and snowy! This means thawing out.
My many thanks to those of you who left me encouragement yesterday. I printed everything out and look at it when I start to feel panic. Trying to remember to talk to Todd these days, and not communicate telepathically, LOL. He doesn't tend to receivecorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-905919752003-03-12T08:00:00.000-08:002003-03-12T11:26:58.000-08:00Talk about playing catch-up! Now that I'm on fire about this child and its birth I'm having to really spin my wheels to get everything ready, mentally and physically, spiritually...cleanly! LOL.
When I first let on about my despair about this child, I got a wonderfully comforting e-mail from Mamakat about her experience with her last child and the triumphant homebirth that was the end result. corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-904116502003-03-09T11:18:00.000-08:002003-03-09T11:18:14.653-08:00Edited to add:
Yowsah, the lyrics to the song could be misinterpreted to fit into a rather myriad of situations that I am slowly coming up to date on here in the on-line ether. um, well, the lyrics and three years max was actually a referral to recent nuptuals. Story to follow.
Peace Owt.corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-904096802003-03-09T10:30:00.000-08:002003-03-09T10:36:47.000-08:00Well, *finally* it appears that my computer room is back to it's lovely self, so hopefully I can get my lovely self back into gear writing about the minutia of life that is Van Wert.
First of all though, 5 weeks to go. And, wonder of wonders, here in the home stretch, my feeble little brain has wrapped itself fully around the concept of a fourth child, embraced it, and hung clothes in its closetcorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-900631552003-03-03T10:59:00.000-08:002003-03-03T11:02:11.000-08:00The carpet is in and it looks nifty. I'm revolted at the thought of moving all of the toys from the toy cabinet back into my lovely tidy; spartan room. It's almost Danish in its simplicity.
Todd of course lost the internet disk, and changed the tower on our computer, so I'm at Tamara's house messing about on her new high speed dealy she got on her computer.
We had playgroup today and now I am corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-895534412003-02-22T07:54:00.000-08:002003-02-22T07:56:20.000-08:00I noticed that the links are up on the side of my blog, and how hopelessly out of date they are! I promise, I will dilligently hunt down each and every one of the real addresses of those of you who have scrapped blogger and moved to a hosted MT site. At least, that is my plan. Until then, NO ONE ELSE MOVE! Hear me! I've got a blogroll full of dead links. LOL
Today, we swim. I am a bouyant corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-895015092003-02-21T07:53:00.000-08:002003-02-21T16:04:58.000-08:00There's a part in Outlander where Jamie's sister describes the last stages of pregnancy. I love that part be cause it's such a sexualised version of what it's actually like! LOL.
I am a ripe fruit.
Mentally I am at the stage where I need to accept that I will be labouring this child out of me. With each birth before, I've had a goal. Chloe's birth I just wanted to get through it without drugs corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-894363292003-02-20T07:28:00.000-08:002003-02-20T07:38:23.000-08:00Being an only child was a magic that I seldom wished to go away, but when I did, it was to stop and wistfully want an older brother.
My best friend since fifth grade was Courtney, and she had an older brother. I've written about them before (check the December archives of the year before last.)
One of our favourite things to do was during the holiday season, I would spend the night at their corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-893773402003-02-19T09:18:00.000-08:002003-02-19T09:24:46.000-08:00The nexttime I think to myself, "Self, It would be a GREAT idea to paint the downstairs before the new carpet gets put in! That way I can use the exsisting carpet as a drop-cloth..." please come to my house and lock me in my room until the obsession passes!
It all comes from having to drywall and repair the walls before they are painted! Why is my life so *not* like an edited version of corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-891130122003-02-14T13:47:00.000-08:002003-02-14T13:53:37.000-08:00All day the computers won't connect. "The Remote Computer is not responding," says the little error message.
It's Valentines Day. Yow-sah! While attending the High School named after a misspelled diet carbonated beverage (Tabb) I used to dress in black on Valentine's Day. One year even sporting a groovy black veil with hearts glued to it.
Tabb, being what it was, was all into Valentines Day corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-890502542003-02-13T12:35:00.000-08:002003-02-13T12:39:46.000-08:00It was such a quiet day today...I couldn't understand it. Of course Cammie had put the computer on-line while Chloe did her math flash cards, and left it that way for the entire afternoon. Oh well, no sales calls to deal with.
So, the night before last we had this atrocious wind storm. It was blowing snow so hard that it was opaque outside my bedroom window. This gale proved to be too much for corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-889217942003-02-11T09:43:00.000-08:002003-02-11T09:52:03.000-08:00It's business like this that, I personally, think sets the racial equality movement/crusade/what have back to the blessed stone age.
Cincinnati isn't known for its peaceful race relations; in fact it's probably a Las Vegas Betting Establishment by now, when the next riot will occur. So, if I were a policeman around those parts I would be pretty keyed up if I got a call downtown to a sportswear corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-888821602003-02-10T16:56:00.000-08:002003-02-10T16:59:50.000-08:00I'M BORED
BORED
BORED
BORED
I want to be entertained.
I like my hair, though. I went with the whole bitchy thing. It was a bitchy sort of day.
Actually there is something I was thinking about writing, but I need to wait til tomorrow to gather up the links. It's current events related and has to do with guns, race and violence. Wow, so not the usual vein, I know...but hey. Righteous Indignation corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-888636812003-02-10T10:55:00.000-08:002003-02-10T11:02:45.000-08:00Haircut today. Whoo hoo. 4:00 PM Middle America Yankee time my Rather Excitable Assistant Who Also Cuts Hair is going to do whatever can be done to the slightly overgrown lap dog that is my coiff. I'm thinking about getting the, "bitch," haircut. You know, the one with the pointy sides and straight bangs across the front. Just another reason for the farm folks to shake their heads and say, "Nope,corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-888043352003-02-09T09:30:00.000-08:002003-02-09T09:46:00.000-08:00Breakfast was a rather large success, which garnered us 3 Graduation receptions and a wedding, plus a concrete acceptance for the reception in May for 250. Busy Busy Busy. I threw all caution to the wind and let my Rather Excitable Assisstant run down all of the brainstorming she had been doing. Most of the ideas were really good and do-able, especially if she's willing to do most of the extra corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-887247302003-02-07T13:13:00.000-08:002003-02-07T14:40:41.000-08:00It's the catering season around here for the next three months. Tomorrow bright and early at 7:00 AM it's time to set up for the Local Day Care Workers Appreciation Breakfast, which begins at 9:00 AM. They have become rather spoiled to loads of food, and interesting display, so this year being the fourth year doing it, we had to renegotiate our prices etc.
The girl that does this with me is a corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-886486572003-02-06T06:32:00.000-08:002003-02-06T06:35:49.000-08:00Back from hiatus without a tan, but a much better attitude in general.
The Gentlemen's Club on 224 as you head twords Decatur has been falling down ever since I moved here. So, it was inevitable that the roof cave in and the walls lose their strength and collapse under the weight. But still, while driving past the wreckage yesterday, I couldn't help but wonder about all the memories that caved corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-874113662003-01-14T02:48:00.000-08:002003-01-14T02:48:40.286-08:00It's not a case of telling the truth
Some lines just fit the situation
You call me a liar
You would anyway
It's not a case of aiming to please
You know you're always crying
It's just your part
In the play for today
-The Cure, the song is Play for Today-
I'll see y'all in a bit.corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-873652982003-01-13T11:10:00.000-08:002003-01-13T11:14:44.000-08:00This weekend was busy! Spinning Class (not the kind that has ANYTHING to do with exercise...puh-leez! No, the kind with a wheel that produces yarn...) Our teacher had a box of samples with her. My favourites were the ultra soft Yak; and the cashmere top. Yummy! Casmere top to spin is $125.00 per pound! Yikes! Yak is around $80.00 I think. I was happy with the little tiny samples! LOL
The teachercorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-871739392003-01-09T09:46:00.000-08:002003-01-09T09:46:50.546-08:00 I have issues with... hinder money religion sadness present Take Word Association Testcorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-871677912003-01-09T07:19:00.000-08:002003-01-09T07:23:52.000-08:00The alarm clock was messed up this morning, and so Todd took a half day of vacation. Now I'm all screwed up! It's 10:00 and I haven't even cracked the books with the girls yet. This is the only thing that I worry about with our family ever becoming more Self-sufficient; that he will mess up my schedule! LOL Oh well, he likes pigs, maybe we can get him a pig and then he'll have toget up early and corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-871262352003-01-08T11:49:00.000-08:002003-01-08T12:01:37.000-08:00Although evidently unable to form a coherent reply in a timely fashion, I have been following the financial threads going on at yaaps. Something that struck me as interesting was the difference when someone says they are taking alternative preparations for wealth management...as compared to say, family health management.
(the engine in my brain just de-railed...hang-on)
OK, say you have your corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-870749722003-01-07T12:33:00.000-08:002003-01-07T12:36:52.000-08:00So today was frittered away by getting my kidney's checked out, and finding them to be....drumroll...infected. At least the right one is. Bleh, and I had such high hopes of ranting about Courtney Love and teaching Roman Numerals today...:P Ah well, the classy Ms. Love will have to wait until tomorrow. I'm off to pickle myself in Cranberry Juice.
Peace Owt
Put a candle in the window,
'cause I corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-870151852003-01-06T09:56:00.000-08:002003-01-06T10:55:11.000-08:00Dear Garth Brooks Dr. Pepper Ad Genius,
It's become painfully apparent that you have been given far (and away) too much creative leeway on this "Be you do what you do..." Tex Mex meets Rockabilly Austin Nights Dixie Chicks quasi-in-yer-face Ad Campaign.
First of all, here in January in Middle America, we are covered in six inches of snow and have no desire to see EXTREMELY HAPPY, minimally cladcorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-868927632003-01-03T13:34:00.000-08:002003-01-03T13:37:26.000-08:00Chickens! For the past three years, each Spring I look at the little
Peeps in the Quality Farm and Fleet Showroom, and say to myself, "I really want some chickens!"
So this is the year to do it. Even though we live within the City Limits, I think I have discovered the loop hole, as long as no neighbours complain.... Each school age child can have one hen (no roosters!) as either a science corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-868426672003-01-02T12:41:00.000-08:002003-01-02T13:05:52.000-08:00 It's snowing outside the office window (which by default means that it's snowing all over the great city of VW) Great soft flakes that will translate into cash for us, as Todd gets home and goes right back out again to snow-blow. It's perfect snow blowing snow..not too heavy and wet, and not crusted over with ice on the top.
The girls and I started school back up again today with what can corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-866999932002-12-30T07:47:00.000-08:002002-12-30T07:53:39.000-08:00Oh my my, oh hell yeah, honey put on that party dress...the holidays are winding down to a creak and a sputter...
It will take me exactly twice as long to decompress the girls, as it did to get them all amped up with sugar; cashew nuts, and Aunt Tammy and Uncle Kelly, presents, and midnight bedtimes. Picture ping-pong balls in holiday attire...this is pretty much my girls.
Anyhow, up for the corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-863204422002-12-20T07:21:00.000-08:002002-12-20T07:27:42.000-08:00Today Chloe pulled a grocery store card (one of those pre-paid deals) off of the mail box, it didn't say who it was from, so if it's someone who reads here, thank you very much. You found the one gift that we always need, and that makes me swoon everytime! Food. I really appreciate it!
Well, another year falls through the hour-glass, and sometimes I wonder what I've accomplished. I've sent off corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-862733252002-12-19T07:45:00.000-08:002002-12-19T08:03:45.000-08:00The hair on my head is back to a marginally natural looking shade of dark brownish red...which makes me think it's time to do something else with it. The cut is still okay, so I was pondering driving to the only shop in a 50 mile radius that carries Manic Panic to do something, "holiday specific..."
It doesn't really matter to me that MP washes out fairly quickly, as I'll just lose interest in corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-862238472002-12-18T08:22:00.000-08:002002-12-18T08:30:33.000-08:00Well, I really meant to be spinning the last of the wool in my bag, but I got sucked into the black hole that is, "maybe I'll just look at one more thing while this song finishes downloading..."
So, this one morething ended up being that Radiohead is streaming some new stuff off of their website today at or around 10:00PM Oxford time which is at or around 3:00 PM our time here in Oh-hi-oh, and corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-862209562002-12-18T07:14:00.000-08:002002-12-18T07:56:27.000-08:00Thank you Holly for pulling my behind out of the fire, and saving me from my writing block today!
I'll just be narcissistic (I never could spell that word, why try now?)
Who's your inner gay man? brought to you by Quizilla
If there's some Jack in you anywhere, he's probably not hiding; anyone who's seen the show on which he is so lovingly featured will tell you he makes his presence felt corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-861792142002-12-17T11:27:00.000-08:002002-12-17T11:34:09.000-08:00The lights for the tree are sitting in their little balls of tangled wire staring up at me, daring me to unwrap them without swearing or throwing them against the wall. Every year I say to myself, "I really should wrap these around a toilet paper tube or something, so that they are all nice and easily managed...come next Christmas."
But, what actually happens is, I freak out right around the corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-861351932002-12-16T15:28:00.000-08:002002-12-16T15:28:33.000-08:00Just a quick update on Carson, the pieds guy couldn't find a fracture anywhere, and a check of the rotation and bending of her hips knees and ankles ruled out torn ligamets etc. The only thing he could come up with is a virus called, "Toxic Something or other," which settles into the hip and knee area.
He said she could put weight on her leg whenever she felt like it, and just do normal virus corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-861097142002-12-16T06:19:00.000-08:002002-12-16T06:26:14.000-08:00The Weekend Visit was overshadowed by two things..the first being that Carson has hurt her knee somehow, and hasn't been able to walk since Friday Morning. We took her to Emergency on Friday Afternoon, and they ran a bazillion tests, and finally reccomended thaty she see the pieds orthapedic guy today, so I take her at 3:30. She said she hurt it getting into bed after she went potty at midnight corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-859371482002-12-13T00:51:00.000-08:002002-12-13T00:51:55.866-08:00Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Baby it's cold outside!
3:43 A.M. and nothing in Van Wert is stirring, not even a mouse.
The street lights were turned off at 11:00, with care.
In hopes that the semi's would fly through, as if on air (well I tried)
And I in my un-sexy cow night gown
And Carson in her jammies from the Gap
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap (huh? she corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-858958992002-12-12T07:09:00.000-08:002002-12-12T07:24:53.000-08:00The father is coming tomorrow, bringing with him The Woman...even though I have asked in the past that he not bring any of his girlfriends until they are married, because it is too much on the girls...but what do I know. She is the, "one." Anyhow, it's a holly jolly Christmas at my house.
I've been told that she has workd extra hours all week so that she could come on this trip without corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-858557652002-12-11T12:57:00.000-08:002002-12-11T12:59:34.000-08:00The neon nativity scene has made it's way into the church altar. Is it not enough that it formerly held a place in my cati-cornered neighbours front yard? Therefore blinding me with the blessed virgins blue light up cloak? I thought I had it made this year when I didn't see it emerge...but no; there is one Identical in the baptistry.
I'm all for tasteful creche displays...but this is light up corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-857842522002-12-10T07:02:00.000-08:002002-12-10T07:08:58.000-08:00~~*~**~~~*** HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY CARSON***~~~**~*~~
Well, not such a baby any more.
Three years old and going like a house on fire. (The roof the roof the roof is on fire!)
Seems like pretty much yesterday I posted your first birthday party pictures at AMU.
You're such a neat kid, and I love you deeply!
There she goes, there she goes again
She calls my name, pulls my train
No-one else could corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-857273752002-12-09T06:24:00.000-08:002002-12-09T06:29:13.000-08:00There will never be a time when, "I can't/didn't remember," will be a reasonable excuse for the girls not doing something they ought...or completeing their lessons correctly.
"Why?" you might ask.
Some examples: (which could be interpreted as bragging, but hey it's my sandbox....)
Chloe and I were baking cookies the other morning, and she brought down the radio. Chloe likes to listen to Old corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-855929872002-12-06T06:50:00.000-08:002002-12-06T06:55:45.000-08:00Today is store day. Thankfully it's sunny outside, so even though it's fridgid, I can walk to the shop with the girls and not feel like an eskimo.
This of course means that all cleverness has gone by the wayside, and I have my inventory hat on. I'm noticing that everyone on ebay has their Spring stuff out...ugh, do I have to do a Spring preview this early??? It's winter here for another 3 or 4 corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-855464852002-12-05T09:43:00.000-08:002002-12-05T09:44:15.000-08:00After cooking for an obscene amount of the day yesterday, I collapsed in bed with a feeling in the right side of my lower back, almost pelvic region, that felt like I had been stepped upon by Draft Horse, and then run over by the cart.
This analogy, of course, led my mind to think of Catherine the Great. (oh, OF course, Catherine the Great..that's a logical progression of thought...you say.)
corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-854887752002-12-04T08:54:00.000-08:002002-12-04T08:54:24.773-08:00So today is my anniversary.
Eight years ago at about this time, my Maid of honour was collecting money to bail out one of the groomsmen who had gotten himself arrested at the Huddle House (your basic, "I'm drunk and I want hash browns establishment.), and spent the night in the drunk tank.
My parent's were still married, albeit tenuously, and hosting a rather swank brunch buffet for the myriadcorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-854262162002-12-03T04:51:00.000-08:002002-12-03T04:51:04.440-08:00So this is what six degrees feels like...not of seperation; just six degrees. It's rather,er, brisk...to make an understatement. Usually the six degree weather is in February, and I'm sufficiently hibernated to enjoy it. However, this year it's starting early, but happily there is snow on the ground, and I don't have to go anywhere today. (which is good, as the Oldsmo-squeal refuses to start corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-853788342002-12-02T07:10:00.000-08:002002-12-02T07:17:36.000-08:00Well, it's true what they say...you need a vacation from your vacation! LOL
Hapily we spent the day eating Thanksgiving leftovers at Mamaw and Papwas and watching the 100 Best One Hit Wonders on VH-1. Man, I love cable television. As I've said before VH-1 is the only station that can wring out sympathy for Matchbox 20's Rob Thomas gaining 48 pounds from doing drugs and drinking too much..."Oh corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-849814042002-11-23T13:20:00.000-08:002002-11-23T13:22:45.000-08:00I'm on holiday until after Thanksgiving....so everyone eat drink and be merry this Thanksgiving. And, if you don't do Thanksgiving, then just eat- drink and be merry for the fun of it. (Madame Fab, take note: it says to Eat and drink...not just drink and dance on tables! :P )
until she comes again
with all her dreams tied in her hand
there is no why to understand
until she comes again
-corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-848742662002-11-21T07:59:00.000-08:002002-11-21T08:03:41.000-08:00Watching the Victoria's Secret Lingerie Show with Carson:
"Look at dose nummies!"
"big nummies."
"bouncy nummies."
"she has on a skirt."
"Dat one's nekky."
"Dat one's nekky."
"What's dat string?"
"WINGS!"
"flying nummies."
"little nummies."
"here come the nummies! bounce bounce bounce." (during the final procession)
It was worse than watching it with an eighth grade boy!
She's my corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-848168532002-11-20T07:05:00.000-08:002002-11-20T07:41:01.000-08:00Thanks all y'all who posted or e-mailed; many thanks to Dirt for posting and easing my conscience, and Hi to Kim, you are welcome here anytime! Thanks Dawn for your perspective. :D
So moving on to the topic that has the town still talking...the soon to be additions to snopes.com..classic Van Wert Tornado Urban Ledgends.
The very best place to hear these bandied about is at Balyeat's downtown...corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-847351742002-11-18T17:00:00.000-08:002002-11-18T17:08:17.000-08:00
Preamble: For some of you this post might be TMI. Read or Log-off it's in your hands."
It has been my bent to not let-on much about what I feel or think. Breezily, I will tell you what I felt sixteen years ago, but not what goes on today.
With the exception of Todd (who I sometimes wonder about), there are only two people who probably know what I'm really organically like. One is my corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-847263842002-11-18T13:51:00.000-08:002002-11-18T13:54:36.000-08:00I was forwarded this, and I thought some of you might like this little walk down memory lane.
Pitchforkmedia.com has the first installment of their top 100 records/cd's of the 1980's. The first 50 feature the likes of Meat Puppets, HuskerDu (I forgot all about them!), The Replacements, The Pogues, Boogie Down Productions (I now have the opening riff of BDP will always get paid STUCK in my head);corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-847078292002-11-18T07:09:00.000-08:002002-11-18T14:02:57.000-08:001. Your name spelled backward?
eirroc
2. Where were your parents born?
White Pigeon Michigan (the Father) Newport News, Virginia (Bee)
3. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?
Porn (bwhahahahahah, you wish) No really, Interpol
4. What's your favorite restaurant?
My Father's Pizza in Black Mountain, NC...they have the best Thin Whole Wheat Crust Vegetarian Pizza Evah!
5. corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-845830632002-11-15T08:57:00.000-08:002002-11-15T09:12:11.000-08:00I was reading Sarah's essay on Feminism and Body Image and Polite Society etc. I had to laugh inside, because I was actually raised to be that demure girl sitting in the corner with her legs crossed at the ankles, and the seams lined up on her stockings.
Had my jr high/high school years not gone to hell in a hand basket: I would be married to some guy my family deemed "acceptable," and corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-845438742002-11-14T13:33:00.000-08:002002-11-14T13:45:34.000-08:00Being the proverbial,"Fool For Christmas," I really dig this time of year. I even like the cheesy commercials on television, designed to make you want to buy more and owe more later. The laugh ,of course, is on them, because last year we gave everyone photographs of what we'd *like* to buy them..if we had any cash.
This year finds me not really in the buying mood, more in the make stuff and givecorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-843710632002-11-11T09:47:00.000-08:002002-11-11T11:56:47.000-08:00Driving out to the woods where Todd fell from the tree, we passed a farm house. One of the old-fashioned solid ones; huge. Standing in front of it's plot were about two dozen people and six cardboard boxes. The house was reduced to matchsticks...their SUV was hundreds of yards away in the corn field...they were hard pressed to fill their six boxes up with anything that was left.
Van Wert is corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-842326622002-11-08T07:26:00.000-08:002002-11-08T07:32:22.000-08:00Welcome to Indian Summer, Van Wert Style. The sun (my mortal enemy judging by the colour of my skin) woke me up this morning by poking me in the eye at some ungodly hour like 7:45 AM. I quickly put the pillow over my head and thought to myself that I really must get those draperys sewn up for the windows.
Not that I've actually *felt* of the weather outside, but seeing as my Pixie is in shirt corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-841821032002-11-07T10:16:00.000-08:002002-11-07T10:19:54.000-08:00Today I packed the girls up in the car that works and drove to a spinning shop in nearby St. Mary's. It was a nifty little place, full of wheels and looms and dye bath stuff and all kinds of wierd fibres...
In the back she had a cafe, so the girls had hot chocolate and I got a cappuchino (and a kidney stone for certain) and sat and talked about wool ad nauseum. When I talk about wool at home, corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-840161112002-11-04T11:09:00.000-08:002002-11-04T11:12:42.000-08:00Just a quick update:
Todd's wrist is broken, snapped the bone nice and clean, so it should heal well. All of the ribs on his left side are bruised badly and the second one from the top is cracked, although the extent of it I don't know, because he's being stubborn about X-rays etc. I thought his nose was also broken, but now that the swelling has gone down, it isn't. He had big gashes on his corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-839184692002-11-02T06:07:00.000-08:002002-11-02T06:08:09.000-08:00Yesterday, while hunting, the cable and bolt on Todd's tree stand broke through and he fell 20 feet. He is hurt pretty badly, but home and resting, so I'll be scarce for a bit.
C-corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-838808222002-11-01T09:07:00.000-08:002002-11-01T09:35:53.000-08:00You know it's going to be bad when it involves me and the YMCA...
The closest involvement I've had with organised exercise at the Y is singing the song while doing the motions at a wedding reception. But, it was "Bring a Friend Week," and guess who was The Friend? That's right, yours truly 'til the kitchen sinks.
So I get there, and I'm wearing my gawd awful turquoise sweatpants and my old corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-838447122002-10-31T14:09:00.000-08:002002-10-31T14:31:00.000-08:001983...
I'm 11 and in sixth grade if I remember correctly. Long blonde hair parted down the middle; fastened with two barrettes that have ribbons woven through them. The clothes on my pudgy body were picked out each season by my mother from the Sears and JC Penney catalogue. Green twill pants and a webbed belt. Traxx tennies.
Inside I fantasised that I was a punk in England; sitting in Picadillycorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-837786112002-10-30T09:28:00.000-08:002002-10-30T09:39:13.000-08:00Ain't it funny how when it rains, it pours...or some such lyric.
Actually, in old VW's case: Ain't it funny how when it rains it sort-of morphs into sleet and then snow. :D (be jealous!) And, we are supposed to get a better snow shower later this week. (be still my heart.) I despise hot weather. I used to think it would be fun to live in Key West, but I would fade away into a comatose state corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-836882752002-10-28T16:03:00.000-08:002002-11-01T10:14:47.000-08:00I spent the entire day cleaning and organising, which is productive and nice, but terribly dull to write about. ("Whew," you think to yourself!)
So tonight before I retire at 7:00 PM to paint my toenails, I leave you with a question...not a hard one, of course!
5 Bands that you haven't seen..alive/dead/broken up/still together it doesn't matter. Leave me a comment, or just obsess over it in corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-835587832002-10-26T09:53:00.000-07:002002-10-26T10:07:12.000-07:00Well having recovered from the slight temper tantrum of yesterday, I must offer up apologies . I do not normally stomp around and mutter under my breath...no, usually I ignore the problem until it comes blasting to the surface at an inappropriate time and about something completely unrelated like..." Why is there no #$^%%^&$#^$ bloody bollocky yeast when I want to make bread!?" Where in the corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-835199102002-10-25T12:29:00.000-07:002002-10-25T12:29:28.750-07:00
Oh wow. You know what just drives me freak-ing crazy!? When someone asks me to do something for them...and then I do it, and they act like they have no idea what I am on about when I say.."Ok, it's done..." or "I found the answer to your question..." or " I got in touch with that person you wanted me to get in touch with..."
It may come as an intergallactic SHOCKER to some people, but I corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-834776612002-10-24T13:51:00.000-07:002002-10-24T14:19:03.000-07:00File this under my "Oh My Gosh You Have Got Be Kidding Me..." folder:
"Drugs have been found aboard KID ROCK' tour bus just hours after the star played the first night of a tour with AEROSMITH.
The bus was pulled over by police in West Palm Beach, Florida, on Saturday night (October 19) and searched for drugs. A small amount of cocaine, a pair of marijuana joints and $3,717 in cash in a metal corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-834613012002-10-24T07:40:00.000-07:002002-10-24T07:40:58.336-07:00Does blogger come with sick days? If so, this is mine.
See you tomorrow when the various pathetic drugs at my disposal work. mmm, and lucky for me I'm not nauseous, as I reek (let me say it again, r.e.e.k.) of garlic. I ate it it and am wearing it in my socks.
Heal me
or
Kill me.
I can see the Russian Army rolling through my head
On one side of me lies the enemy, the other half is dead
I've corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-833526272002-10-22T07:35:00.000-07:002002-10-22T07:39:11.000-07:00Today the house is clean, and may remain so for about 15 minutes. To combat this we are leaving the house.
I have scrounged $1.10 out of various winter coats that haven't been worn since last year, and that will get me just about a gallon of gas...which is 30 miles...which isn't very far, but far enough to go eat lunch at the factory cafeteria, and then scrounge more money out of the other car corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-833156622002-10-21T14:07:00.000-07:002002-10-21T14:24:24.000-07:00The Apple Festival is much like what the old Van Wert County Fair was probably like. Far be it from me to slag on the current County Fair with its greasy buffet of fried food; Fisk Vinegar Fries and Sausage Sandwiches. Hey, I'm a believer, for certain. No, I mean the atmosphere...
The Current County Fair is filled with Carnies and Vendors, dodgy folks with a scarcity of teeth and a propensity corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-833049292002-10-21T10:04:00.000-07:002002-10-21T10:04:18.683-07:00It was Apple Festival Weekend this Saturday, and just like last year...there is actually a story. I have to sort out a faire Isle problem for a hat I'm knitting, and then I can concentrate on the telling.
The preview would be, I guess that it deals with the united Brethern Popcorn and United Methodist Apple Butter Annual Fund Raising Rivalry.
Be Back Soon-ish
So
No
Songcorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-831731422002-10-18T08:52:00.000-07:002002-10-18T09:24:02.000-07:00 Ripped Off From Everywhere, but most recently...The Madame
50 Trivial Things About ME ME ME!
"ummm, but didn'tyou just do 100 things about you?"
"yeah, but on this I have to actually answer questions...."
01. What's the most embarrassing thing in your record collection?
I don't have any records, but I do have a Danzig CD.... :O "Mutthhhaaaaaa...."
02. Have you ever stolen anything?
, whencorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-831202842002-10-17T08:17:00.000-07:002002-10-17T08:18:20.000-07:00Yesterday, while typing, a soft "PLonk" feeling occured on my head. It was that plonk feeling that can only mean that something small has dropped from a high place and landed on your hair.
Reaching up to feel the offending object I noticed it was hard...just like an exoskeleton. This, to my feeble brain, could only mean one thing:
A bug had landed on my head, after dropping from the ceiling.
corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-830652582002-10-16T08:29:00.000-07:002002-10-16T08:31:03.000-07:00Yesterday there was work being done on the kitchen, so the girls and I high tailed it out of the abode and drove the 35 minutes or so to the Art Supply Store in Lima. (Pronounced like the Bean....) It was the first time I had tried maneuvering an art store with the three, and it was okay.
I gave them each two dollars to spend in the Scrapbooking Sticker Aisle, and it took them all of about 45 corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-829838332002-10-14T15:24:00.000-07:002002-10-14T15:31:36.000-07:00Boring News out of the way first: There is something wrong with my Blogrolling dealie, and all the links I added are now not showing up along with all the links that used to be there. Up until a moment ago I was staring, slack-jawed at my download of Movable Type. The first indication that this may be much harder than I anticipated, was thefact that spelling the *name* was giving me FITS...it's corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-829006112002-10-12T16:48:00.000-07:002002-10-12T16:49:01.000-07:00The next time I say I'm going off to the company party, remind me to dig out my stretchy zip ankle jeans and get a perm...oh, and that there is no way to look cool while belting out the lyrics to Meatloaf's "Prayin' for the end of time..." song, no matter how incredibly drunk the other 699 people in the room are, and how loud they are chanting the lyrics along with the long haired DJ.
Hmmm, corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-828551742002-10-11T12:44:00.000-07:002002-10-11T12:49:17.000-07:00When I dream it is not often about the clinical definitive act of sex, but more often than not, the dream centres around sex's much more attractive cousin, Lust.
Lust, the elusive fleeting moment where sex is just in its gamestate. Where every movement of the body is analyzed in that split second it happens. Where even the simple act of going into a movie theatre becomes pagentry.
"What should corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-828412602002-10-11T07:12:00.000-07:002002-10-11T07:26:47.000-07:00Whole lotta stuff to write down:
Survivor: Ghandia had to go. Period, the end. As much as I think Clay is being edited to seem like a lazy Good-ol'-Boy; he was causing much less tension than Ghandia. Plus the fact, that although it sets me back tothe Stone Age...I can totally see where Ghandia sent out the wrong signals.
You are: A married woman, away from your husband, and you:
* Walk around corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-828034852002-10-10T11:59:00.000-07:002002-10-10T12:22:41.000-07:00I have been trying, unsuccessfully to post this on Just Not Done, but I have Template Errors...blah blah, (fix Blogger) blah...so, it'll have to go here.
It is without a doubt the epitome of a massive Party Foul...it is definitely Just Not Done!
Disclaimer
If there are any children who can read sitting at the computer with you...read this later. ;) corrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-827921542002-10-10T07:28:00.000-07:002002-10-10T07:31:17.000-07:00My critical eye was turned to the Amazing Race even more so last night because of the undercurrent of, "I realy think we are about to get into a fight, but I'm too tired to be coherent or witty, and so instead I will visciously watch CBS, and stew until tomorrow..."
Always a *great idea* to go to sleep in that sort of undercurrent.
Anyhoo, forgive my sceptical banter:
I was bored! Was anyonecorrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3192578.post-827472702002-10-09T10:08:00.000-07:002002-10-09T10:14:13.000-07:00Total fluff and venom entry today... the Amazing Race.
Of course my biggest fear going into this Season's Amazing Race was that there would be no one that I liked as much as ChaChaCha; who I yelled and screamed for and wept at their lovely boutique purchases for one another in the name of friendship. And, sure as shootin' I'm not seeing anyone I like as well.
I know HRH Rhonda likes those twincorrienoreply@blogger.com