tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81762942011-04-21T14:04:53.467-05:00Kono koi ga honto no koi nara ii to omowanai?Irish Geishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632200338982233013noreply@blogger.comBlogger1331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176294.post-1135651137494544132005-12-26T20:31:00.000-06:002005-12-26T20:38:57.506-06:00

I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas as opposed to a Happy Holiday. I've been busy working on my new blog. Come have a look. www.irishgeisha.com/pillowbook

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I had one of those days today. Those days that start off with me telling my boss "I looked through those folders and the posters are not there." Then she sifts through said folders and finds what I was looking for right where she said it would be. Then I came home to listen to my daughter's reading home work. Which turned out to be a sweet little pagan story about a sun god who created night.

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Well, at least they got the red hair right. You are the Elf of Wealth. Gold, wealth, happyness are important in your Kingdom. The people in your kingdom are all wealthy and happy. Make sure you don't overdo it, Love isn't the same as money. What kind of Elf are you? ( with pics) brought to you by Quizilla I totally found this through Kenneth.

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I live in an apartment and I am the asshole who decides to hang her Christmas wreath on the front door at 9:30pm. Yea, my neighbors love me. Especially the young couple next door with the baby I woke up by hammering on my front door. Felice Navidad neighbor! Tonight I finished the last of my holiday decorating. I have a string of lights left over that should have went on my tree but I'm not

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Most of the time, I really hate the fact that I never moved from Birmingham. I feel like George Bailey trapped in Bedford Falls. For those of you who have never seen It's a Wonderful Life I'd first like to say: crawl out from under that rock, it's nice out here and second: the main character George Bailey never ends up leaving that hell-hole town called Bedford Falls because some stupid angel

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Well, not entirely a punk-rock Thanksgiving. Don't get me wrong, there was plenty of puking going on. However none of it was alcohol induced. And luckily, none of it was turkey induced either. Top 3 reasons Thanksgiving Day this year had all the potential of being quite disastrous: The Rascal met my parents for the first time. My father is a raging Democrat the Rascal is a staunch

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I aspire to be Marie Rudisill when I grow up. They call her The Fruitcake Lady and she has a spot on The Tonight Show called "Ask the Fruitcake Lady." For anyone who has never seen her go here , I promise a good laugh. Her bio is pretty interesting to. Unfortunately they removed the 3 videos of her cooking fruitcake on the show. My favorite quote came from the show where she was schooling Jay

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Usually when someone asks "how are things going with the Rascal?" my reply is "he hasn't dumped me yet." This usually invokes a barrage of questions aimed at determining whether or not the Rascal and I are gossip worthy. Then I have to explain that everything is fine except when I'm being a royal idiot, which is basically a daily occurrence. While I don't care for the attention that my stock

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I am not very ashamed to say that I have been reading smut on my lunch hour. Not porn you perv! A "romance" novel. I am on chapter 3 and there has already been a scandal and a funeral. Also, one leggy maid and one jilted rightful heir to the fortune have had an extremely passionate one night stand. With less than 200 pages in the whole book and a very sexy cover, there could be no better example

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Got hooked today. Yep, a new addiction. An entire cup of coffee passed through my lips today and I didn't gag once. The full pot beckoned to me. "Just a sip." My mouth watered as I poured myself a steaming cup of liquid caffeine. The bitter mocha sweetness caressed the back of my throat before it sank deep in my belly. Mmm. Good to the last drop. I know what you're thinking- big fucking

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Twice I have been mis-diagnosed with depression. The first time, I had gone to the doctor and told him-"I cry every day and I don't know why." He then asked if I had been sleeping well and when I told him no, he wasted no time before he started writing me a prescription for anti-depressants and one for sleeping pills. The drugs never made much of a difference. (Unless you count the 10lbs I gained

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As some of you already know, last Sunday (the 23rd) was my birthday once again. I'd like to give a shout out to my good friend HemisphereDancer who called and left me a happy birthday message and being the rat bastard that I am I haven't returned his call. Also I'd like to thank Tori for being a rat bastard and trying to talk the Rascal into planning a birthday party for me even though she knows

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My favorite book is now a movie. Memoirs of a Geisha

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Last weekend went well. I expected to be nursing the Rascal through any illnesses he may have brought home from New Orleans. Instead, he took me to see The 40 Year Old Virgin and cooked for me- shrimp scampi from scratch. As a matter of fact, the Rascal cooks for me so much that a co-worker asked "How come you don't cook for that boy? You're always making him cook for you." To which I replied "

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This is the first Friday night that I have spent alone in a long time. Angelbaby is at her dad's and the Rascal is on the road driving back from the worst hell of his life. The Rascal grew up in New Orleans and his grandparents still lived in Slidell. Slidell was hit pretty hard and flooded with 6-9 feet of water. Luckily both of the Rascal's grandparents made it through the hurricane but their

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Apparently I have broken the cardinal rule of dating an alpha male. Never ever ever speak of past relationships. You know, the relationships where you said to yourself "This isn't working out, I should try dating someone different." Because no matter what you say-your words will get twisted. After my last post the Rascal calls me up and says "So I'm gay now?!?" And I say "WHAT?" He reads the

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I found some old journals the other day that I had written long before I knew what blogging is. Both of them were laden to the brim with relationship babble. After reading some of the entries I realized the 4 Month Rule was staring me in the face. The "4 Month Rule" came from my friend Wayno. Wayno was a gay man who liked to call me "Grace." As in "Will & Grace." As in - I have a bad habit of

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The last thing I would ever want to be called is a feminist. I'm not saying that WonderWoman isn't my favorite comic book character, or that I don't own a Rosey the Riveter t-shirt. Because she is and I do. But I believe women should take their husbands name when they marry. And I know that our military (supposedly) will never draft for a war again. However should they ever decide to reinstate

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Even the title of this post sucks. I might as well have a big whiney-baby bumper sticker that says mean people suck. Boo-fucking-hoo! Ahem... What I mean to say is that someone that I really liked working with recently quit and it was mostly due to office politics. It reminded me of that stupid email that I've read a million times about the bird that freezes mid flight and lands in a cow

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I'm no poet and so I shall quote They Might Be Giants. ...Be what you’re like, Be like yourself... True, some will complain about you for Whistling in the Dark you just tell 'em Irish Geisha said to smurf-off!

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In the comments of my last post Kenneth made a good point. It's no fun being angry all the time. I to dated someone who thought pissing me off was synonymous with turning me on. It took me a while to figure out what was going on. And when I finally explained that I would never- ever- ever- ever want to be intimate while I was angry, he tried to convince me that I was the crazy one. I still

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The other day Angelbaby came home from school and informed me, with a very serious look on her face, that if someone is picking on you that means they like you. This was followed with "Mommy, why are you laughing?" I told her that she was right and that grown-ups do the same thing. She doesn't know much about the Rascal yet, so I did not tell her that I picked a fight with him to get to know him

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I am not a "Bush supporter" but I do respect him for the decisions he as made concerning the war. I supported the decision to go to war and every September 11th I am renewed in the belief that we must finish what we started. And that is all I have to say about that.

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I've had a conversation with my boss stuck in my head for a couple of weeks now. We were discussing men and she says to me "fighting to not be like your parents is a constant battle." I think nothing on the subject could be more true. For nine months now I have been in denial of the fact that Angelbaby has asthma. Nine months ago she came home from her fathers house with a nebulizer and a six

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This weekend is the Birmingham Artwalk. It's free people- all you have to do is show up. Also Dan Bynum has an art installation at Bare Hands Gallery. Opening Reception is Friday Sept 9 from 6pm to 10pm. Also free. For those of you that will be hitting both events on Friday there is free parking at Bare Hands Gallery and you can walk to the Artwalk from there. All puns intended.

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How terrible, how completely terrifying would it be to be so ignorant that you would actually hold in contempt the very people trying to save your life. I have seen many of the Katrina victims being exploited on national television, placing blame in a fit of rage and it makes me sad. Like wounded dogs their backs are arched, ready to strike the hand that will lead them to safety. How painful

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So, I've been seeing someone for a couple months now. I haven't posted about him out of respect for his privacy. Because frankly, you have to respect a man that sets an alarm on his phone to remind himself to be nice to you when you have pms. However, I sort of got the go ahead last night. Permission, as it were, to post about The Rascal that I've been seeing. And I'm not quite sure what to do

Irish Geishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632200338982233013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176294.post-1124408495772243892005-08-18T18:41:00.000-05:002005-08-18T22:12:09.270-05:00

Red. No, really red.

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I decided to have breakfast for dinner tonight. Grits, eggs, bacon, and biscuits topped with honey. Angelbaby keeps one of my barstools in the kitchen so she can reach the upper cabinets. I put 4 slices of bacon for us in a pan on the stove. I thought nothing of the barstool in front of the stove as I turned to put the rest of the bacon away. When I turned back around, my cat was sitting

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Welcome to the bloggerhood SolderJunkie. Of the first four posts that I have read, I needed a dictionary for 3 of them. What I like most about SolderJunkie is this- no matter how many times I refer to his boss as "Auchbod" he always corrects me in the same calm, unassuming tone. As if he accepts me completely-even though I can never remember that his boss's name is "Hameed." I'm glad you

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Ordinarily I get really irritated when blogger eats a post before I have a chance to publish it. Last night was the exception to the rule. Half way through a rant about being in a bad mood blogger froze up and I had to reboot. I figured it was for the best and went on to bed. Tonight I got a late start, so I think I would just like to take a minute to point out to those of you in the Birmingham

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Well he was fueled by a lack Drew inspiration from a need So many problems to crack And mouths to feed Crooked was the path And brazen was the walk A cocky swagger, up the ladder And could he ever talk The last hurrah? Nah! I'd do it again The Rascal King behind bars Or the one in front of them The love of God And constant contradictions With just a smile, wink or nod What's stranger, fact or

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Still unpacking from the move. I just found the return letter from the Cowgirl after writing this. It makes me sad that we have been reduced to writing letters. At the same time I know we are still too different to ever be as close as we once were. Be that as it may, there are still a few funny stories to be told. Imagine the most country-southern accent you have ever heard say the words "I got

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Nothing bad really, but it drives me crazy when people say things in parting that leave me thinking "Did you really just say that?" Sales folks call it the parting shot. It is meant as a final effort to peak your interest and hopefully buy into what ever is for sale. Dictionary.com defines it as an act of aggression or retaliation... But in my experience people also use it as a way to get a

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I have a syndrome. I'm not sure which one but I am positive there is a name for my syndrome somewhere out there. My days run together so that I never feel like I have time to blog. I find myself making up blog titles for every detail of my day. When I sit at the computer I can't decide on anything to write so I write nothing. Yep. A syndrome. That's what I have. Maybe if someone hasn't named it

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I'm all moved. Well, mostly. Anyway I have the internets and a warm bed, what more could a girl ask for? Here's what- I would like all of youse driving in the Homewood area to please observe the yield signs that have been thoughtfully placed in strategic locations. Thanks. P.S. If you have a yield sign, and I am driving towards you, and you do not yield, I WILL hit you. Don't even worry about it

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Yesterday I came home to a note on my apartment door. It was a notice advising tenants that our apartments are prone to flooding. Because of this notice I am no longer kicking myself over getting a second floor apartment. I was surprised when I woke up to find that not only was there no flooding but I didn't even loose power. Got to work this morning and...No power. The boss declared it a

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"America is currently awash in an unpleasant surplus of clanging, clashing certitudes. That is why there is a rhetorical bitterness absurdly disproportionate to our real differences. It has been well said that the spirit of liberty is the spirit of not being too sure that you are right. One way to immunize ourselves against misplaced certitude is to contemplate-even to savor-the unfathomable

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Well, I do not mind changing locations I just hate getting every thing that owns me to the new space. I spent my 4th of July weekend moving. I had help and we got a lot done but I am sure I will still be spending all day next Saturday moving the remainder of my belongings. Once all my stuff has been moved and I unpack, I will then have the task of coddling one daughter and one cat until they are

Irish Geishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632200338982233013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176294.post-1119925800081429162005-06-27T21:11:00.000-05:002005-06-27T22:50:41.653-05:00

So my high school reunion is coming up in August. I have not decided if I am going to go. I mean the tickets are $70. It could just be the pms talking but, I am not sure I feel comfortable spending $70 to see a bunch of people that I did not connect with when I saw them for free on a daily basis. On the other hand I am curious. Anyway if I do decide to go there are a few things I need to do to

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I framed a U.S. flag at work today. It came with a nifty little foldout printed with the rules of flag etiquette. As there are no servicemen in my family and I have never handled a government issued flag before today, I can honestly say I have learned something new. ( I did date a sailor once be we parted ways before we got to the flag folding stage of our relationship.) Anyway, along with

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Hemispheredancer feels that I have not been posting enough photos of him in The Teahouse Scrapbook. Although I have not lately taken any new pictures of HD I have found some that were not previously posted. So now, if you would, please direct you attention here.

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Angelbaby has been asking me for a Britney Spears CD ever since she got her own CD player for Christmas. I talked her into this playlist instead and I just burned it to test out the drive I had given up for dead. Enya- Only timeSuzanne Vega- Tom's Diner Devo- Peek-a-Boo! Freezepop- Freezepop Forever Orgy- Blue Monday Fiona Apple- Across the Universe (Beatles cover) Tori Amos-

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(9.02pm) My CD writer has been completely useless since December. Yesterday I finally broke down and bought a combo CD-RW+DVD-Rom. Thing is-I hate opening up my case. Since my first computer fried I am always worried that when I put her back together and push the power button, nothing will happen. Mostly because all I know about the inside of my computer- I learned from watching others. Basically

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I saw a refrigerator magnet at the Birmingham Museum gift shop the other day that said "You must be the change you want to see in the world." -Gandhi. I think I shall. Not that you could tell by my actions lately, but I used to be a church goer. I have mentioned before that religion in my life has been self inflicted. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is where I was baptized when

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A conversation I had earlier about the war was fresh on my mind when I went to bed last night. I had not been thinking about how our way of life could change but that is precisely what my dreams centered around. Total desolation. Irish Geisha Beyond the Thunder Dome only without the cool Hollywood clothes. I was wandering around a city that used to be, trying to find someone who cared about the

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If you were schooled by me at the bar last Saturday night, these are the lessons you might have learned:(updated Jun 9) Putting my cell phone down the front of your pants is not a good way to hit on me. If you would like everyone at the bar to see what you are packing, go ahead and put my cell phone down the front of your pants. Because with a quickness I will yank your drawers down to your

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I recently got to see the movie Team America: World Police. I just have one thing to say to Trey and Matt- Don't hold back guys, tell us how you really feel. The movie reminded me of someone I used to know. JoeBob. JoeBob, originally from Arizona, joined the job core for delinquent boys when he was 16 and ended up in South Carolina. There he fell in love with a lesbian named Blue and followed

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The month of May has been kicking my ass. Today was the first day in about 3 weeks that I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Oh, Hoorah! I haven't posted very much lately, not for lack of subjects but because by the time I get around to posting my mind is blank. Today is no different and so I have chosen to post my favorite poem. I would not say that I am a big fan of poetry. I am too

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Ordinarily I will go to great lengths to keep from crying in front of anyone. I once bit a hole through the back side of my lip just to keep from crying in front of an ex-boyfriend flaunting his new tramp. Movies do not count. Anyone who did not cry after watching Requiem for a Dream needs therapy. Seriously. Anyway. I am talking about crying when nobody wants to hear that shit. Like during an

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Things at work have been crazy lately. And by lately I mean ever since I started working there. My first day was also the first day for the chick who was to replace the pregnant lady. Little Mama had decided she wasn't coming back after the baby was born. The replacement chick lasted about 4 months. By this time Little Mama had the baby and agreed to come in a couple hours a week to help out

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It has been about 8 months since I moved in with my parents. I would certainly rather be anywhere but here. However for the sake of Angelbaby, here is where we are. But not for long. Praise Jesus and Mary Chain to. I got a raise. A RAISE. Soon I will be living on the other side of Vulcan's cold iron ass. Ah, to be my own person again.

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Sunday was about the same as every other Mother's Day for me. I got up early, got dressed up and drove about 40 minutes to Oneonta, Al to stand around a bunch of graves and talk to family members that I don't really know. Decoration is what they call it and for some reason it is held on Mother's Day. I remembered sun screen this year, so besides a lunch that was too horrible for words it was not

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I guess I have some explaining to do. In reference to my previous post Know When to Fold 'em I have received several submissions(if you will) for what seems to be an "opening" in my social calendar. I would like now to take this opportunity to reply to all impending "offers." First I should say that I am very flattered. I have to respect any man who sees a picture of me and says to himself "I'll

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I CAN'T SLEEP AND I'M MAD ABOUT IT. SO TIRED. SO VERY VERY TIRED. I LOVE SLEEP. IT IS NOW 2.23 IN THE A.M. AND I CAN'T SLEEP. AND I'M MAD ABOUT IT. AND I'M HATIN ALL YOUSE OUT THERE IN YOUR WARM BEDS HAVING NIGHTMARES ABOUT IDENTITY THEFT. BECAUSE I'M SO VERY VERY TIRED. I WOULD GLADLY TRADE NIGHTMARES FOR ALL THE TIRED I AM. I'M GOING TO GO LAY DOWN AGAIN. AND JUST LAY THERE. JUST LIKE I

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You say the word you know I will find you Or if you need some time I don't mind I don't hold on to the tail of your kite I'm not like the girls that you've known But I believe I'm worth coming home to Kiss away night... Sleeps with Butterflies- Tori Amos

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I never have celebrated Cinco de Mayo. What can I say, I am not a Mexican. But I have started eating lunch at the Cantina located across the street from my work. I wouldn't eat there for a long time because fish tacos are listed first on the menu. Finally I got tired of driving to get lunch and that was enough motivation to actually read the menu past the fish tacos to find that I like most of

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My Unitarian Jihad Name is: The Gatling Gun of Patience. Get yours.

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Are you fucking kidding me with this shit?

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Well, the Player has not called in almost 2 weeks. And since I do not call him I guess it is safe to say we will not be "hanging out" anymore. Unlike most of the women that have stood where I now stand I do not claim to have been ill-used by the Player. In fact I must openly admit that I am completely indifferent to the matter. I still believe him to be a player but not of hearts. I have named

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If I could be a scientist . . . I would either research something in the remote depths of the ocean. Or I would study as far out in space as I could. And I would definitely stay away from any field that has anything to do with germs. I am not a germ freak and I would not like to be. If I could be a musician . . . I would have kept playing the flute after high school if I had been at all

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Your Inner European is Dutch! Open minded and tolerant. You're up for just about anything. Who's Your Inner European? So I'm a copycat, do something!

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Had a big day last Saturday. Friday night I stayed home so it was no’t hard to be up and showered by 8am Saturday morning. I was totally going to be at the art connection as soon as it opened. Then I got online, started returning e-mails and blah, blah, blah… I did n’ot get there until some time after 12. Lucky for me the art was still there waiting for me. And it was all delightfully brilliant!

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Friday morning I was standing in the front office at work goofing off when my boss came in. Instead of telling me to get to work he hands me a cd and says your going to love this. Madeliene Peyroux. I once told my boss that I liked Billie Holiday and I guess he remembered because Madeliene Peyroux sounds just like her! My favorite song changes every time I listen to the cd. She covers Lenard

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Your Ultimate Purity Test 2.0 Score Is... Your Score:Average For All UsersAverage For All Straight Liberal Single Pink-Skinned 25 to 31-Year old Females (20 total) Dating34.62%32.15%21.92%Dated seriously Self-Lovin'72.73%59.23%59.47%Master of your domain Shamelessness87.1%77.37%74.35%Has yet to see self in mirror Sex Drive76.19%75.03%68.09%Monks are envious Straightness12.96%36.6%17.5%Knows the

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My friend MK always has a way of putting things into perspective in a way that even I can understand. One of my favorite revelations she has shared is about disappointment. And she always begins the story with "ya know, it's just like canned spaghetti..." We’ve all been to the super market and bought a can of spaghetti at one point or another. You bring it home. Open it up. Pour it into a bowl.

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My head is spinning Pet Shop Boys

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Dan Bynum Magic City Art Connection is this weekend!

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Several people have told me that I resemble Kate Winslet. As anyone can plainly see I've got at least 20lbs on her, but figuring that there are worse people that I could be compared to it has never bothered me. There is a first time for everything. I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind for the first time today. A couple weeks ago I finally found someone that would tell me the end of

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This is the latest I have ever waited to file my taxes in my entire tax-paying life. It's not that I had to pay. I just had some trouble gathering all my W-2/1099 crap. It was my own fought really, I purposely did not forward my mail when I moved so as to avoid all the junk mail I get. And well, anyone can see where that story is headed. Anyway, it is done. Phew! I leave you with this semi-quasi

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I was reading some older posts from www.dooce.com. In a post entitled It started off so innocent, she talks about anal sex and goes on to explain that women tell all the dirty details about men to their friends. I think for the most part women do tell all, each in their own way. Some women waste no time in publicizing every little detail about the men they are intimate with. Others wait for an

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Sometimes I look at my life and I wish I had done everything by the book. College degree, career, marriage, 2.3 kids maybe a couple pets. You know, white picket fence and a two-car garage. Then other times I believe that that life would never have suited the artist in me. Last week The Player was talking about buying a new house. He said, “"I'’d like a big yard, and a wife to cut the grass.”" He

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Ok, so I lied. Well not so much with the lying but just skirted around the truth. Ken took precious time out of his day, with his wounded thumb typed out 5 very clever interview questions and I didn't even have the decency to be straight forward. Now the image of Ken shaking his gimpy thumb at me for shame haunts my dreams. Question #3 "If you could re-live any day in your life, which would it

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Here are "the rules": * Leave me a comment saying “interview me”. The first five commenters will be the participants. * I will respond by asking you five questions. * You will update your blog/site with the answers to the questions. * You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. * When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five

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This weekend was not nearly long enough. I'm still tired. I had offers for several activities including a trip to Hotlanta. But I totally flaked out on everyone. I wanted some time to myself and that is just what I had. Of course, it wasn't as relaxing as I had hoped. I know I cannot put off doing laundry any longer when I open up my panty drawer and see nothing but thongs. So I spent my "me"

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I went to lunch with my parents today. When we got out to the car my dad cranked it up and got out to move something. Meanwhile my mom and I got in and immediately she turned to me from the front seat with a look that said "What the hell are we listening to?" We were still giggling when my dad got back into the car. "What are ya'll laughing at?" "We're just laughing at you for this music" I

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I think I've mentioned before that we listen to the radio rather loudly in the production room at work. Since none of us like the same music, we take turns listening to each others crap. The other day something called Nickelback came on the radio. With a strait face I turned to NHP and said "I don't really get this song. He keeps saying he likes everything about this girl, but I think he's being

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So I have this recurring dream. I'm in drab loft apartment. No furniture except a crappy futon for a couch and a television set the size of vulgarity sitting on the opposite wall. I'm lying on said crappy futon with my head in a man's lap. We start to argue over the remote until we are both standing face to face screaming, then I take the remote and bounce it off his head. And then I wake up.

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Well, I suppose I was the only one who enjoyed last week's prayer meeting. I had a couple of drinks at Batonga's bachelor pad before the main event. And I must say he makes a damn good Martini. We got to Liesl's a little late but she was very forgiving as we were still the first ones there with the exception of the Goodsnake. Then Tori walks in with the Huttons and the Player. And drama ensued.

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To answer HD-Yes, I did get out on St. Patrick's Day. I went to Bailey's and I was really excited to get to see Downright again. They label themselves as Alternative Soul. What I like best about them is that they have a full horn section. Thursday I was a little disappointed. No horns- apparently the horn section doesn't always perform. Anyway, the singer actually knew the words to Danny Boy (

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Well, I tried to audio post this morning but it never published. Happy St. Patty's Day anyway. If I can get a babysitter, I'll be at Bailey's Irish Pub tonight trading kisses for beers. Hope to see you there.

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I get a lot of grief when I speak ill of Trussville. Everyone seems to think it is the place to be. I disagree for ever so many reasons. I moved here over 10 years ago with my parents. Then, it wasn't so bad. There was only one stop light and traffic was bad twice a day. Now that I'm back there is a SuperWal-Mart and a SuperTarget among a gillion other chain stores and restaurants. Stop lights

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Top 5 worst pick up lines that I have personally been on the receiving end of: Would it piss you off if I raped you?Nice to meet you. Let's do it. Girl, I have to tell you, you have some pretty feet. You have teeth like piano keys. I've dated girls way prettier than you, but there is just something about you. Be still my beating heart!

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Oh computer, how I have missed thee. House sitting was not actually bad. In fact, it is a lot like living with my parents. I was free to do as I pleased but nothing in the house belonged to me. I took care of 3 very well trained beagles. And I must now confess that I do not hate dogs. (Except my parents dog. She's a moron.) Without my computer I was left with plenty of time to think about my

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Just taking a break from packing to go house sit. I'll be at my bosses house until Sunday afternoon. I don't know the internet situation there and since I don't have a desk job my cell phone may well be my only link to the world until Sunday. I'm gonna miss you guys. *snif*

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I had a pretty good weekend. On Friday I got talked into house sitting while my boss goes to New York to buy art. It would have been much easier to say yes if she had asked me to go to NY. But c'est la vie. Friday night the Player and I dropped by the Plaza with the intentions of moving on to the Arena but that didn't happen so we rented Interiors, a Woody Allen flick. I don't recommend it unless

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Ok people, here's the invite. Not that anyone should ever need an invite to a PUBLIC BAR. On Monday- I do not expect to get an instant message from anyone who did not get a personal invite. That means you!

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What could be worse than pulling up to a red light and seeing someone picking their nose in the car next to you? Glancing over to see a perfect stranger's look of disgust because he just witnessed me smelling my own armpit. I forgot to put on deodorant today and I didn't realize it until I was driving home. Just another day in my life.

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I took Angelbaby to the Birmingham Museum of Art last Saturday. We went for the first time a couple months ago and she requested this second visit. (My baby loves art, I'm so proud.) Along with the same old crap, we saw several featured artists that were really quite good. The first was Bill Traylor. He was an "outsider artist" which I only recently learned is the term for someone who has not

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I still don't much think of myself as a grown-up. It seems like just yesterday I was ditching school to hang out at the arcade. Turning 19 was hardly a milestone since I do not smoke. By the time I turned 21, I had become a bible beating, Mormon, Sunday school teacher to 4 yr olds. Getting wasted was the last thing on my mind and so 21 to me, was just another birthday. Yes, I have a child. But

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Sunday I saw Wilco at the Alabama Theater. I am in love with Wilco. Great music, great stage presence and two grammy's to prove it. I do not find it at all strange that though they have been around for about 10 years give or take, I only just heard of them a couple of months ago. I am usually oblivious to the best music. That is, until a friend comes along and says "hey idiot why the hell aren't

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The weekend- Friday night I stayed home to chat with friends on AIM. Because that's the kind of dork I am. Saturday-Part Deux. Sunday-Wilco at the Alabama Theater. Part Deux-I can think of a hundred things that would be more fun than a night at the Plaza. But a night out with friends is always fun, no matter where we are. Thanks to HemisphereDancer who was Johnny on the spot with the shots. Even

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I took on the personality of 4 out of 7 dwarfs today. Including: Happy, Sneezy, Grumpy, and Sleepy. Happy because Angelbaby lost her first tooth this morning. Sneezy due to my head cold. Grumpy because I could not stay home in bed to recuperate. Sleepy from the cold medicine and I guess that made me a little Dopey to. Make that 5 out of 7 dwarfs. Damn I hate being dwarfesque!

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Well, thanks to HemisphereDancer's 100 things (#82), today I wrote a letter to a long lost friend. The Cowgirl. The cowgirl and I met on account of her grandparents living next door to me since before we were born. When we were young, she would spend weekends with her grandparents in the city and when we got older I spent most of my summers at her family's small horse farm. Yep, Irish spent

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My new phone came in today! I didn't even have to change my number. Unfortunately for Tori, the only number that I failed to write down in my paper address book is Superman. Of course, I do have Mi-so Horny's number if you wanna call him to get to Superman.

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What a weekend. Friday I watched a movie at the Player's house. Some sort of church propaganda film from the 70's that he kept pausing to add his own sadistic commentary. Comedy at it's finest. Saturday-Meet the Bloggers was a riot. I missed my 2 beer limit by about 5 shots of Jäger. Needless to say I was 3 sheets to the wind. I remember everything but admit nothing. Thanks to youse who are

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A couple of weeks ago Liesl introduced us to an old friend of hers at the Plaza. The conversation went from how we knew Liesl to circles of friends and he started talking about his friends. We were comparing notes and all agreed that sometimes, having a circle of friends is more like dancing in a ring of fire. In the ring of fire everybody gets burnt! Everybody. And everyone is responsible for

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Saw the Chris Rock Never Scared HBO comedy event tonight for the first time. In my defense I did not have cable when it first aired. 9 months ago. I do love me some Chris Rock comedy though. And that's all I have to say about that.

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Friday night Tori and I went to see WWED. What Would Elvis Do? At the Naked Art Gallery. A smaller group show than Merry Kitschmas. There were Elvis collages galore. My personal favorite was entitled "The Constipation Conspiracy Theory." They served fried banana & peanutbutter sandwiches that tasted like burnt ass. I'm not a big Elvis fan but to be specifically cliché I prefer him to the Beatles.

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"The other night we talked about the trick of literature in eliminating the unessential, so that we are given a concentrated dose of life. I said almost indignantly, 'It's a deception and the cause of much disappointment. One reads books and expects life to be just as full of interest and intensity. And, of course, it isn't so. There are many dull moments in between, and they, too, are natural.

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