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| Wednesday, February 27th, 2008 | | 6:49 am |
| | Tuesday, February 26th, 2008 | | 6:48 am |
| | Thursday, February 14th, 2008 | | 7:05 pm |
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| | Friday, January 25th, 2008 | | 6:29 am |
| | Sunday, December 30th, 2007 | | 7:54 am |
You Fail as a Frog
Okay, so I'm a gaming geek on top of being a science geek. BUT I AM NOT A LARPer OR A COMPUTER GEEK!!!!! Both of those are way to scary for even my vivid imagination to contemplate. That being said... the hubby actually sent me these. Even funnier - hubby (the comic book geek) reads things like OotS and Dork Tower but doesn't actually game. We tried that once... and I still shudder when I recall the experience. First one is dedicated specifically to Blindwolf. Change out the word "Fireball" for "Lightning Bolt" and some rather crispy memories get invoked. I haven't played a bard since. A bard?This next one is an accurate assessment of sexual dimorphism in roleplaying games. (I love that word, and miss Andy now...) It also begs the question... do women only adventure in nice weather? Undress for SuccessAnd this one is probably because Obeekris loves him some Mechwarrior. The DM of the Rings | | Thursday, December 20th, 2007 | | 6:40 am |
| | Saturday, December 1st, 2007 | | 9:34 am |
| | Friday, November 30th, 2007 | | 7:33 am |
| | Tuesday, November 6th, 2007 | | 7:00 am |
| | Monday, October 29th, 2007 | | 6:55 am |
Stolen from Blindwolf
I wouldn't have posted this, but we were JUST discussing this sort of thing on Sunday. I added the one we were specifically discussing. :) 1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (pet & current car) Benny Saturn 2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie), Cherry Cordial Chocolate Chip 3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl" NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name) B-Mil 4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal) Green Cat 5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born Ann Amherst 6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first) Betmi 7. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink) The Green Amaretto 8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers) Frank Valley 10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names ), Ann Dale 11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter), Anderson Amityville 12. SPY NAME: (your favorite season, flower). Fall Lilac 13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”) Berry Robie 14. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree) Count Chocula Oak 15. PORN STAR NAME: (First pet's name, Street you lived on at the time) Puppy West | | Monday, October 15th, 2007 | | 6:51 am |
And you really thought this would WORK???
Okay, so today is my 2 year wedding anniversary. Go us. Not bad, considering this all came out of a conversation in November 2002 about how it was a good thing we never dated, because it never would have worked. Love ya, Pinky. | | Thursday, September 20th, 2007 | | 7:10 am |
Sealing Cat is Watching you Masticate
Thanks to Vince for this one. 
You are The MoonHope, expectation, Bright promises. The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window. The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition. What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out. | | Friday, September 7th, 2007 | | 6:54 am |
| | Sunday, August 5th, 2007 | | 11:11 pm |
Mahna-Mahna...
Blame my cousin Southpaw13 for this one. Hubby was WAAAAAAY to amused by it for my own good. | | Wednesday, July 18th, 2007 | | 6:59 am |
Hepcat strikes!
Thanks once more to Gwynn Aaron. He finds all the coolest toys... Your Score: Lion Warning Cat62 % Affection, 63 % Excitability , 48 % HungerYou are the good Samaritan of the lolcat world. Protecting others from danger by shouting observations and guidance in cases of imminent threat, you believe in the well-being of everyone. | | Thursday, July 5th, 2007 | | 6:53 am |
| | Wednesday, July 4th, 2007 | | 12:36 pm |
...WHAT?! You want me to pour DOUCHE on my CAT?
What a week the past 7 days have been. Here is the good news: The short version of this story is that I spent Thursday night in a bar, drinking beer with my mom, watching some of my old high school teachers play rock and roll. Anyone who knows me well is going to need a LOT more explanation than the short version. A little past history here. Number One - I drink quite infrequently, and beer is generally just one step above horse urine in my list of beverage choices. Number Two - I was in the choir at my high school, and every year we did a pop show. Big production (for us), multiple performances, song, dance, group numbers, solos.... you get the idea. Well, one year they got some of the teachers to do a number. Five male teachers from Marion L. Steele High School became the "Men of Steele" in the spring of 1992 when the sang "The Lion Sleeps Tonight". Back to the present. I drove to my parents' house because I'm going camping with my mom the next day. She happens to have an article in the newspaper about the Men of Steele performing in a bar in the town the live outside of. I had a VERY crappy week, and happened to be home, so her and I went to see them after dinner. The line-up has changed - only my old Chemistry teacher (who STILL bears a striking resemblance to Gallagher), one of my old Social Studies teachers (who is now a vice principal), and an English teacher (I only had him for a week, but my old boyfriend was one of his pupils) were from back in my day. The other two teachers - Math and Computers (I think) - were around my age or younger. The were fun, I knew all the songs, and I really needed the good time. But it really was interesting to be drinking a Killian's with my mom on my left and one of my junior high math teachers (the wife of the Chem teacher) on my right. The camping trip went quite well, with the two previously noted exceptions. My injury from the fall from my VERY tall horse? A little cut on my earlobe. That's it. I think it's infected now, but considering the alternatives, or even what happened the last time I came off his back unwillingly, I'm counting that as a definite check in the win column. The weather was fabulous - warm but not too hot, cool enough to sleep in the evening. One of the horses got hung up in her tie line overnight - I saw it, but couldn't remember her real name when telling my mom why I'm throwing on a pair of boots at four in the morning, so it took my mom a minute to realize that there was not a skunk in camp. Skunk (whose real name is Magic now, I guess) came out of it with a pretty nasty rope burn, but nothing worse. And the one gentleman who came camping volunteered to cook dinner one night and breakfast one morning. Oh. My. God. He is now officially my second favorite cook on the PLANET (my mom still holds that distinction, of course). That was WONDERFUL! And evil bonus - the Cowboy Chef here was nursing a serious dislike of Psycho himself, so I had someone to silently commiserate about her with. And the best of the good news - Hubby had a job interview on Thursday, and has TWO scheduled for this Thursday. Keep your fingers crossed for us!!! | | 11:59 am |
WHat do you MEAN, until you make BAIL?
Oh, what a week the past 7 days have been. Here is the bad news: On Wednesday, I get home from work to find out that we are now a single-income family. Hubby was working through a temp agency, and the company he and a bunch of others were assigned to was insisting that, come July when reviews are done, they'll be looking into hiring these guys. I know THAT for a fact - I saw the email from their HR person to the temp agency contact person maybe two weeks before. Instead, the bastards let them all go and blamed it on some sort of merger/acqusition the company had gone through and no longer needed their positions. I left on Thursday after work for a camping trip we'd had planned for a while now. On Saturday, we set out riding. There's some psycho horse out front that simply HAS to lead (even though his equally psycho rider hasn't a clue where to turn on a VERY well marked trail), so she and the guy who organized the camping trip head out with a head start to calm him down. That leaves four of us bringing up the rear. The paint starts out (and stays) all pissy because she wants to be up with the other guy's horse. Then the riding order gets reshuffled and my mom's horse decides that she hates my aunt's horse, and starts getting pissy. So now my horse is acting the fool. But the reshuffle meant that I'm in the lead of the second half, and we can see the horses out front. Normally not a problem - it'll make him be a jerk, but I'm already on a pissy horse so there's nowhere to go but downhill. THEN they turn a corner, and that's the last straw. He loses his fuzzy little mind, rears and spins, spins again, and I go flying. Then there was the aforementioned psycho lady. She's not at camp two minutes before it's decided she's not going to be someone we'll exchange christmas cards with, and every time she opened her mouth just confirmed that more and more. You know the kind of person - old enough to be your mother, but impossible to argue with because they are so immature that to do so would make you have to stoop to the level of a fifth grader. Final straw with HER was her dog. In due fairness to the animal, it was probably aiming for the truck tire to pee on. My leg just happened to be too close and it got me too. My words, "Argh! That dog just peed on my leg!" Her response? Raucous laughter. I go storming back to our trailer for clean pants, swearing... in front of my mother... so you know I had to be mad. If she'd have done what a normal person would have done - apologized profusely and tied the dog up in the shade by her trailer - I'd have waved it off once I had clean pants on. Truth be told, she NEVER apologized for it. So I go back with the clean pants, stand right next to her, and say, "Can I have my chair back now?". She glares at me for almost a minute, then sighs and says, "Well, alright, since my dog peed on you." Later that day, I'm sitting in the chair and the dog (on a leash like the rule said, but no one attached to the other end) comes back over towards me. I don't move, but say, "Dog, you'd better get the hell away from me or I'm going to kick you." Psycho screams, "How dare you talk to my dog like that!". I say, "Then your dog shouldn't have peed on me." She screams back, "Well maybe he had a reason!" My mom, sitting next to me, said, "Well THAT was uncalled for." and nothing else was said because, really, what else CAN you say that doesn't make it sound like a whining 9-year-old or makes everyone else camping feel uncomfortable? | | Monday, July 2nd, 2007 | | 6:57 am |
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