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by Nichole K Thu August 12, 2010 @ 4:53 PM
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by LadyMac Posted Mon November 9, 2009 @ 6:12 PM
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Virginia will be putting John Allen Muhammed to death.
I don't know how many of you remember or were impacted in 2002 when Muhammed and his accomplice, Lee Boyd Malvo, terrorized the Washington, D.C. area by shooting people, sniper style, from inside the trunk of their Chevy Caprice Classic.
I remember it all too well. I remember being afraid to fill up my car at gas stations - and how I would only pull into gas pumps with my car between me and the roadway to act as a shield. I remember one of the shootings occurring right as we were let out of school and an hour trip home taking 5 hours. People turned ran out of gas on the highways and the police set up checkpoints checking the interior of everyone's car. I remember fearing for the safety of my family.
Lee Boyd Malvo, because of his age when the shootings occurred, will spend his life in prison. Muhammed, however, will meet his God tomorrow night at 9 p.m.
I do not wish him luck nor do I wish him mercy. I can only hope he repents at the end and apologizes to the victims' families.
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by LadyMac Posted Sun October 25, 2009 @ 2:51 PM
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On one day every month at my office we celebrate all the office birthdays for that particular month. Everyone who wants to brings in something to share and we have potluck birthday party.
October sees my friend Alicia and one of the other attorneys, Powell. Alicia, early on in the month, asked me to make my baked potato soup. And so I have (birthday day is Tuesday). But I was thinking about Powell and what he would like.
Powell's from Georgia and he always says that the way you can tell, in the South, that a person was loved during their life time is by how many caramel cakes there are after the funeral. And he always says this so wistfully.... but I've never seen or eaten a caramel cakes - let alone made one.
Until today. I thought I would do double duty and bring something in for each Alicia and Powell. So I thought it might be better to make one while the person is alive - you know, because a corpse can't enjoy a caramel cake. So I decided to make my first caramel cake. I asked everyone I know whether they'd had one before - to no avail.
Seek and you shall find ~ so I looked and found one online.
First I melted sugar slowly to make caramel syrup. After it melted - which seemed to take forever,I added hot water which caused some kind of chemical reaction that resulted in extremely hot steam and therefore steam burns on my hands.
But I persisted. Butter, sugar, caramel syrup, egg yolks... then alternate flour and milk mixtures. Finally folding in egg whites.
I thought the batter would be very thick but once I folded in the egg whites, it was very light.
How did it turn out? I don't know yet. It's in the oven. But I hope Powell likes it.
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by LadyMac Posted Mon August 31, 2009 @ 11:08 AM
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BITCHES TO THE END
Man, I'll tell ya, women can be cold until the end!
The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, 'I've got some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order.'
The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walked into the waiting room where her daughter had been waiting.
'Well, daughter, we women celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer. So, let's head to the club and have a martini.'
After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more martinis. They were eventually approached by
some of the woman's old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.
The woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending end,'I've been diagnosed with AIDS.'
The friend s were aghast, gave the woman their condolences and beat a hasty retreat.
After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned over and whispered, 'Momma, I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS! Why did you do that??'
'Because I don't want any of those bitches sleeping with your father after I'm gone.'
And THAT, my friends, is what is called, 'Putting Your Affairs In Order'
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by LadyMac Posted Sun August 9, 2009 @ 10:49 AM
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from vacation.
Alaska is such a wonderful place. We flew into Anchorage and rented a car. Then we drove south to Seward for three days (where it rained the whole time) and went fishing and sightseeing. I caught 5 salmon - "fish on" is now my favorite phrase. Kiddo caught a case of seasickness. The lodge we stayed at was absolutely beautiful - no tv, no internet, no phone. We played cards in the evenings overlooking Resurrection Bay.
Then we drove north and overnighted in Talkeetna (stayed at a roadhouse). Best reindeer sausage ever. Kiddo loved the cinnamon rolls. We did a jet boat safari for a couple of hours and then surprised him later that day with a helicopter ride with a glacier landing.
From there we drove to Denali for three days where I had an unexpected grizzle bear encounter. He crossed the road in front of our car and I hopped out to photograph him (breaking every rule about wild animals I had ever read). After shooting 2 pics I realized I was 10 feet away from a grizzly bear and I hear the calm voice of the ranger saying "ma'am, I need you to get back in your car". Accordingly to la familia, that was the 3rd time he had said that but the 1st time I'd heard it.
The next day we went into the national park out to wonder lake. We saw more bears (I didn't leave the safety of the bus this time, moose, caribou, fox... and Mt. McKinley. I was so excited.
The third day we saw the sled dogs and went whitewater rafting.
From there is was on to Fairbanks for three days. We panned for gold, took a ride on a riverboat and flew up to Barrow as a side trip. Amazing how those people live.
After a long train ride we went back to Anchorage, where we did a glacier cruise and a bear fly-in to Lake Clark, which is siutated at the foot of Mt. Redoubt (the volcano).
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Deb
by Venice Mon August 3, 2009 @ 2:06 AM
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Michelle
by Venice Mon August 3, 2009 @ 5:27 PM
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Really?
by Venice Wed August 5, 2009 @ 8:53 PM
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nice!
by kathleen m Sun June 7, 2009 @ 10:05 PM
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by LadyMac Posted Sun March 29, 2009 @ 2:13 PM
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My son turned 15 today. Wow. I remember those days when he was just a babe in my arms. Now, he's in high school.
We've had a buch of problems recently ~ he's been argumentative, nasty, not doing work in school and basically a pain in my ass.
He just became a Boy Scout, however, and he went Friday night until this morning to go camping with his troop. I was really glad for a kid-free weekend as I would have gladly traded him in for a puppy. Except when he got home, he was a new kid. He's been happy, agreeable, almost buoyant, positive..... the exact opposite of who he's been. I suspect alien involvement.
Happy Birthday, my love!
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by LadyMac Posted Mon February 9, 2009 @ 6:11 PM
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When Grandma goes to Court:
Lawyers should never ask a Mississippi grandma a question if they aren't prepared for the answer.
In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know me?' She responded, 'Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you'll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.'
The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?'
She again replied, 'Why yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him.'
The defense attorney nearly died.
The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in a very quiet voice, said, 'If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you both to the electric chair.'
http://homegrownmedia.com/archives/when-grandma-goes-to-court/
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Hahaha
by ♫Venice♫ Tue February 10, 2009 @ 1:42 AM
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I wonder
by ~Fiƒi-la-ƒlea~ Thu December 18, 2008 @ 9:49 AM
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I brined
by ~Fiƒi-la-ƒlea~ Thu November 27, 2008 @ 9:16 AM
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Cosmopolitans
Pink Flirtini
Strawberry Lemonade Martini
Chocolatini
Halloween-tini
Fuzzy-tini
Deb-tini
Want one? :) Plus I'm serving wings, meatballs, spinach dip, salsa and chips... yummo!
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Kiddo and I entered a drawing when I went to a farm last weekend to purchase some fresh lavendar. It didn't cost to enter, so I figured whatever.
I got a call last night that they drew my name and I am THE GRAND PRIZE WINNER.
What did I win?
A weed eater.
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by LadyMac Posted Sun August 24, 2008 @ 2:34 PM
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So today we went to the orchard and picked 2 pecks of peaches (say that one five times fast!). Kiddo loves fresh fruit, especially peaches, and I like to support (and consume) locally grown produce, so we love this orchard. No insecticides or pesticides are used.
So I'm whipping up a couple peach breads... except I'm doing it in a bundt pan to take to work tomorrow to share. It smells sooooo good. But I have a ton of peaches left over so if anyone has a peach recipe, please feel free to share it.
3 cups peaches diced
1/4 cup peach schnapps or peach nectar
1 tsp. vanilla
1/2 c. butter
3 eggs
2 3/4 c. flour
1 1/2 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1 1/2 tsp. cinnamon.
Simmer peaches with Schnapps/nectar until peaches are tender (about 5-8 minutes). (Hint: to removve the skins super easily, drop the peach in boiling water for 45 seconds then immerse in an ice bath. The skin literally rubs off with a paper towel.) Remove from heat, add vanilla and set aside.
Cream butter and sugar. Add eggs one at a time. Be sure it's blended well.
In another bowl, combine flour, baking powder, salt, baking soda & cinnamon. Add dry ingredients to the creamed mixture, alterating with the peach mixture. Mix until blended.
Pour into greased & floured pan and bake at 350 degrees for 55 to 60 minutes.
Cool for 10 minutes.
Enjoy!
Next week is apple picking! YAY.
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This sounds
by ~Fiƒi-la-ƒlea~ Sun August 24, 2008 @ 9:37 PM
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Anything
by ~Fiƒi-la-ƒlea~ Wed June 11, 2008 @ 9:58 AM
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by ~Fiƒi-la-ƒlea~ Wed May 21, 2008 @ 9:03 PM
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A pound of
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Good luck!
by ♪♪Venice♪♪ Tue May 13, 2008 @ 4:32 AM
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by LadyMac Posted Sun April 13, 2008 @ 1:59 PM
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So we just got back from a quick run to the grocery store. We're in the parking lot when kiddo says he's hungry. We didn't breakfast all that long ago and he's tired today - must be on a growth spurt or something.
Fine... at this particular store, they usually have samples, so I told him to find a couple. A piece of watermelon here, bite of apple there... no biggie.
Sitting in the produce section is a woman (who looked like Dr. Ruth, incidently) giving out samples of some frozen asian cuisine called seafood medley with jasmine rice. And kiddo wanted a taste. I am normally suspicious of anything that claims to be a "medley" but kiddo has no such compunctions. I figured he's hate it.
No such luck.
He tastes it, declares it delicious and wants me to buy a couple of them for a quick on-the-go meal. He says the combination of spices is perfect. In fact, he doesn't just ask. He asks repeatedly ~ and when I don't stop looking at the dried fruit, he goes off on his own to try to find it. So not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I say okay and I buy two boxes. After all, it's something other than the ubiquitous mac & cheese.
Got home and looked at the ingredient list: rice, cuttlefish, shrimp, sweet basil, oyster sauce.
Hold it.
Cuttlefish. That's squid. Yep, the kiddo's eating bait. I am so not telling him.
Don't you tell him either.
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Ingrate!
by Inconsiderate Erik Mon April 7, 2008 @ 5:34 PM
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by ♥Venice♥ Sat March 8, 2008 @ 5:48 PM
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by ♥Venice♥ Fri February 22, 2008 @ 5:09 PM
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Cruel?
by All About the Branding Wed March 19, 2008 @ 8:01 PM
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by ♥Venice♥ Wed March 19, 2008 @ 7:58 PM
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by ♥Venice♥ Wed March 19, 2008 @ 9:36 PM
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by LadyMac Posted Sun February 17, 2008 @ 9:53 AM
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My son went out with some friends last night to a George Mason basketball game (they lost but he had a blast... very nice to see) so Mom & I availed ourselves of the opportunity to go to this new Cuban restaurant in town... yes... a little rural Virginia community has a Cuban restaurant.
My standards are high - I live in Miami, FL for 10 years and my sister in law is Cuban. I *know* good Cuban food when I eats it. :P And I haven't had really good Cuban food since I moved out of Miami in 1993.
At least until last night. We had tapas (which is Spanish for little plates) and split a Cuban sandwich. OMG, the food was so good, I've decided I could eat the Cuban sandwich every day for the rest of my life. Seriously.
So if you find yourself debating whether to do Cuban food, do it. This is what we had to eat:
Appetizers
Gambas al ajillo (garlic shrimp)
Ropa vieja
Lechon asado (this was so good, I've been trying all morning to find a recipe - with success I might add)
Tostones (twice fried plantains)
Black beans and rice
Dinner
Split a cuban sandwich (which has roasted pork, ham, cheese, mayo, mustard and a pickle)
Dessert
Flan
Tres leches cake
Espresso
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by LadyMac Posted Thu January 24, 2008 @ 7:58 PM
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It's about time I had a good year. 2007, well, in plain language, sucked. And in this situation, sucking is not a good thing.
My new job is fantastic. Most people would think that, as an attorney, taking a job as legal assistant would be a step down or that I should be insulted by it. Maybe it depends on your perspective, but I love what I am doing. I am back doing business law with a supervising attorney who gives me much more latitude and trust than he's ever given to any legal assistant. I'm learning from him and hope to be able to step into his shoes when he decides to retire (he's 63 now).
Today I did 12 unlawful detainers, 2 warrants in debt, drafted a release, wrote a deed, and and worked on modifying a contract. My boss gives me feedback and treats with respect. He thanks me for the work I do and appreciates my initiative.
Regardless of my job title, I love what I am doing. I like my boss. I get paid very well for the job I do. And I am slowly but surely making friends with all the people I work with.
Life is really good right about now.
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Who cares
by ♥Venice♥ Fri January 25, 2008 @ 4:34 AM
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by LadyMac Posted Wed January 23, 2008 @ 7:40 AM
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When I agreed with Donald about not shopping at a store that doesn't treat me right, Jeffrey and RWG both made comments about giving feedback locally.
For the record, I agree, in a very generic sense with this advice and usually use it myself. I've been at my new job for about three weeks now and I've pretty much had to train myself ~ there's no staff mentor and this particular attorney's office has been a bit of a revolving door over the past several years. One woman at the office has been really cool about helping me out. Any time I have had an issue, I ring her up and she helps me. I have told her many times how wonderful she has been to me.
So I made sure I told "her" attorney (who will make a raise recommendation for her in March) about how much I appreciated her help. I emailed the office manager too (for her file), but it's not the same as telling Fred.
Going back to the Albertson's letter ~ what Donald described though is a pattern of behavior -- and that got me to thinking about "giving feedback locally". What are the odds that the manager is actually part of the problem. It's been my experience that grumpy, ill-mannered managers beget grumpy, ill-mannered staff.
If a manager can't ensure that the customer service rep who is the first one customers see as the walk in the door treats people well, then maybe she shouldn't have been assigned there is the first place. Bad management decision? Maybe. And that's why corporate needs to know. Giving feedback locally only really works if something is done about it ~ otherwise you may as well be talking to a wall.
So on that note, I am done with my morning ruminations and I am going to work. YAY.
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Starts tomorrow.
8:30 a.m.
I've probably changed my mind about what I am wearing a dozen times.
Can you tell I am excited?
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Good Luck
by Gino Tue January 1, 2008 @ 8:53 PM
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No.... I wasn't infested by bugs on Christmas day. But my brother was.
He bought a Christmas tree (live, not artificial) from Lowe's. He and my sister-in-law have bought their Christmas trees from Lowe's for about the last 10-15 years. Never had a problem. Until this year.
Christmas morning arrives and my brother starts to hand out presents to the family, including a very bouncy four year old who was VERY anxious to open his gifts, when they saw them. Bugs. Lots of them. HUNDREDS of them. According to my brother, they looked almost like aphids and were feeding on the Christmas tree sap. So they became engourged, like ticks do, after eating the sap.
They were EVERYWHERE. On the floor, on the presents, in the presents. My brother had to bodily remove the Christmas tree at 9 a.m. And they had to try to vacuum up these bugs. So as not to squish 'em, my brother and sister-in-law vacuumed them up with the hose attachment on their brand new vacuum. So now the hose has gooey, sticky buggy streaks inside it. And on their clothes. And on the carpet. The stains are probably permanent.
Needless to say, my brother is going to go down to Lowe's to talk with the people there. I am so curious as to how this all will shake out.
Bugs. Yuck.
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So there I was, really worried over the fact that I had purchased a shirt for one of my best friends, who is a single guy. I was raised that women don't buy items THAT personal for a man to whom she's not related.
He loved the shirt ~ like I thought he would. And I got what sorta kinda almost counts as an item of cloting:
http://www.theslanket.com/
Terrible name for a great product ~ in pink lavendar no less. I am wearing it now, snug as a bug in a rug, and still able to play on the computer or pet my kitty cat without getting chilled.
Even better, he gave my son an erector set that has like a billion pieces (900+ actually). That should keep him quiet for a couple days.
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So I've been listening to Christmas carols on the radio and I swear to whatever God you believe in that if I hear "Step Into Christmas" by Elton John one more time, I am going to explode.
Do you have a favorite Christmas carol or a favorite version of a Christmas carol? My absolute fav is "The Little Drummer Boy". Makes me smile every time I hear it.
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Guess who's starting a job at the beginning of January?
This girl is!
YAY.
The best things about this job - they tailor-made this job for me. That's right - they approached me. Called me on Tuesday and offered to create me a job because of my skills. It's the most prominent law firm in town, is 6 minutes from my house, provides medical, dental and life insurance, pays $15K more than my last job.... and..... they only want me. I was hand-picked by the partner for a job I didn't even apply for.
I am sooooo excited!
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It's only 2 days until Thanksgiving. I'm doing my final run-through to make sure I have everything I need... I thought I was good, but I just realized I am out of bread pans though, so it looks like I will have to run back out to the store.
One of our Thanksgiving traditions is a special pumpkin pie. My Mom and Dad got married in July of 1965 and for that first Thanksgiving, my mom went to her in-laws where she learned how to make my dad's favorite pumpkin pie from my grandma. We still have the original recipe, faded though it might be, in my grandma's handwriting. And Mom's been making it ever since, even though my Dad passed away in 1993. It's still our family tradition as it has been for the last 42 years.
Every year I try a new dish... but we never mess with the pumpkin pie. Some things just can't be improved on.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. My love to you all.
Deb
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An oldie but a goodie:
I saw her from a distance
As she walked up to the wall
in her hand she held some flowers
as her tears began to fall
and she took out pen and paper
as to trace her memories
and she looked up to heaven
and the words she said were these...
She said Lord my boy was special,
and he meant so much to me
and Oh I'd love to see him
just one more time you see
All I have are the memories
and the moments to recall
So Lord could you tell him,
He's more than a name on a wall..
She said he really missed the family
and being home on Christmas day
and he died for God and Country
in a place so far away.
I remember just a little boy
playing war since he was three
But Lord this time I know,
He's not coming home to me
And she said Lord my boy was special,
and he meant so much to me
and Oh I'd love to see him
But I know it just can't be
So I thank you for my memories
and the moments to recall
But Lord could you tell him,
He's more than a name on a wall.
Lord could you tell him,
He's more than a name on a wall.
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An oldie but a goodie:
I saw her from a distance
As she walked up to the wall
in her hand she held some flowers
as her tears began to fall
and she took out pen and paper
as to trace her memories
and she looked up to heaven
and the words she said were these...
She said Lord my boy was special,
and he meant so much to me
and Oh I'd love to see him
just one more time you see
All I have are the memories
and the moments to recall
So Lord could you tell him,
He's more than a name on a wall..
She said he really missed the family
and being home on Christmas day
and he died for God and Country
in a place so far away.
I remember just a little boy
playing war since he was three
But Lord this time I know,
He's not coming home to me
And she said Lord my boy was special,
and he meant so much to me
and Oh I'd love to see him
But I know it just can't be
So I thank you for my memories
and the moments to recall
But Lord could you tell him,
He's more than a name on a wall.
Lord could you tell him,
He's more than a name on a wall.
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Not for me though.. for my exterminator.
Kip was referred through a friend of a friend. And he's just the most adorable guy ~ sweet, friendly, absolutely adorable (okay, he has the best ass I've seen on a guy in a LONG while). We have a bit of kindred spirit as he has back problems too. Except his are from an automobile accident. He's in pretty bad shape and recently had to have surgery.
He was told that there was a 50% chance that he would end up paralyzed. However, without the surgery he had an 80% chance of paralysis within 5 years. He's a young, married man with 3 small children... did I mention he's one of the sweetest, nicest man I've ever met? I have been so worried about him.
His brother came over to spray the house and yard today. Kip had his surgery and everything went fine. The first thing he said after surgery was that he could feel and move his hands. I nearly cried when I heard the news. Sometimes good things happen to good people.
I am dying to call him but am afraid of waking him up. I'm going out to get a card though... just to let him know I am thinking about him.
YAY Kip!
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That election day is almost here. I cannot tell you how tired I am of these phone calls at all hours of the day. I check the caller id... and it says "unknown" or "PS 07".
I had a really rough Sunday ~ I aggravated my injured back. I overdid my exercises which caused a back spasm I was unable to shake with heat and stretches. I was uncomfortable for most of yesterday.
I went into PT today and had heat applied, a deep tissue massage and electrical stimulation and fixed the spasm. I felt so good, I decided to start "practicing" my Christmas cookies... have a new recipe for spritz cookies I have been dying to try out. And since I finally felt good, I decided to give it a go.
The phone must have rang 4 times in the last 2 hours... all of them recorded messages urging me to support one candidate in the election tomorrow or another.
My cookies were misbehaving and I was arguing with them when the last phone call came. I didn't bother to check the caller id; I just answered it.
It was the candidate herself ~ and one I wasn't going to vote for tomorrow anyway. I told her I did not like all these political ad phone calls at all hours of the day and told her that whoever told her it was a good idea to annoy people with them should be fired.
She asked me for my vote tomorrow anyway and I said, not after this phone call. She sounded kind of stunned but I frankly didn't care.
For the record, the naughty cookies are delicious and if you're on my Christmas cookies list this year, you're gonna be very happy.
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Hahaha...
by ♥Venice♥ Wed November 7, 2007 @ 2:54 AM
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Spray paint your hair BRIGHT pink for Halloween.
His first response? "OH GOD!!!!!!"
THEN make him take pictures of you so you can email it to your friends.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA
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LMAO
by TwinkleToes Thu November 1, 2007 @ 12:17 AM
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No MRI for me on Tuesday after all. My insurance won't agree to pay for it because there has been no "documented" need for it at this point.
Nevermind the fact that they have used my back issues as an excuse to not lower my insurance premiums for the past three or four years. It's okay to use it to GET money from me, but when it's time to pay out, nope... they can't do that.
But I am starting physical therapy tomorrow - 2 or 3 times a week for 6-8 weeks to strengthen my core to alleviate the strain on my back muscles.
It should be.... fun (for a lack of a better word). At the very least, it should be beneficial.
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by LadyMac Posted Wed October 24, 2007 @ 2:53 PM
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So I neurotically sit here watching the clock on the oven... waiting for it to say 3:15 so I can leave for my doctor's appointment about my back.
Got my x-rays, bloodwork, notes and I am just sitting here listening to music and playing the waiting game.
Then I got an email... I have applied for a job as an Assistant County Attorney and in a bold, arrogant, uber-aggressive move that I usually don't pull. I found the County Attorney's email and sent him one a few days ago. Basically I told he I hoped he had time to review my resume and that he needed to look no further, because I'm the perfect lawyer for the job vacancy. He replied, saying that he was intrigued by my email and that he has requested my file from HR and that he will recontact me shortly.
While I was picking my jaw up off the floor, I got a second email, this one from my former boss who screwed me over earlier this year. It has taken longer than I figured, but he is totally overwhelmed and needs me. Of course he does....I *am* that good. But he wants to hire me as an independent contractor which means I don't have to take his shit in the office. I'd come in once per week, pick up the files and work on them from home. In other words, the best of both world.
If good things come in threes.... come on doctor's appointment! :)
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by LadyMac Posted Fri September 21, 2007 @ 7:03 PM
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Having already downed a few power drinks, she turned around, faced him, looked him straight in the eye and said, "Listen up, Buddy. I screw anybody, any time, anywhere, your place, my place, in the car, front door, back door, on the ground, standing up, sitting down, naked or with clothes on, dirty, clean . . . it doesn't matter to me. I've been doing it ever since I got out of college and I just love it."
Eyes now wide with interest, he responded, "'No kidding. I'm a lawyer, too. What firm are you with?"
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Your trip?
by thinkingitthrough Thu October 4, 2007 @ 12:00 PM
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by LadyMac Posted Sun August 5, 2007 @ 7:36 PM
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On Friday I got "bumped" by a moving car in the Giant parking lot. All in all a relatively minor tap on my right knee. It's bruised and sore, but didn't think any major harm was done.
It really swelled on Saturday so I spent Saturday afternoon in the emergency room. All is fine, no damage done.
But you would have thought the driver of the car would have stopped after backing into a pedestrian, right?
Today I decided to rest my knee. It felt much better this morning and, knowing me, if I was here at the
house, I wouldn't stay off it. So I packed a picnic lunch and went to an amusement/water park with every intention of languishing the afternoon away
on a raft in the water. But of course I couldn't resist going on my fav roller coaster ~ it's inverted so there would be no pressure on my knee. We were the first ones in line on the first car of the day, first seats. All is go for launch and we take off and the secondary launch failed; up we go and down back we come, getting stuck for an hour. On the ride. Right side up but still.
Since things come in threes, I think I am staying home tomorrow.
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OMG
by - Leanne- Mon August 6, 2007 @ 7:19 AM
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by LadyMac Posted Thu July 19, 2007 @ 1:44 PM
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Today has not been my best day in the kitchen. One thing I pride myself on: I am a pretty good cook, despite being predominantly British in background. When I get in a tailspin, I retreat to the kitchen ~ and frankly my family kinda likes it that way. I am not Rachel Ray or Mario Batali, but I do pretty well.
Because of the Harry Potter release tomorrow (kiddo and I are chomping at the bit to go) I am making a veritable Harry Potter feast drawing from my questionable British culinary roots for tonight ~ Shepherds Pie (Quiddich pie), steamed asparagus with a lemon butter sauce (hey, they look like broomsticks) and Cauldron Cakes for dessert.
Things started rather badly this morning when I ran out of flour for my cauldron cakes. Dropped what I was doing and ran out to the store.
Cauldron cakes are like cupcakes, so of course I dribbled batter all over the sides. But I sprinkled them with cinnamon and sugar and they smell really good.
That's where everything started to go downhill.
I browned the ground beef for the shepherd's pie ~ and drained the fat into a small cup. Which leaked. All over the counter.
I made the gravy to add back into the ground beef (onion soup mix, water, butter, flour, and cream). Guess where most of it ended up? Yep ~ sloshing out the sides onto my ceramic cooktop, which I now have to clean.
Peeled potatoes to mash - and there are skins everywhere.
Grated cheddar cheese for the top - I think I retrieved the piece of my knuckle in there that I shredded.
I have flour on my shoulder, cinnamon sugar on my floor and am bleeding from my right forefinger.
But, damn, it smells good and with any luck it will taste good.
I guess you can see why Cucina.com doesn't get my cooking videos. LOL. People would be very afraid watching me cook. ;)
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Sure hope
by - Leanne- Thu July 19, 2007 @ 11:48 PM
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Hmmm...
by TwinkleToes Mon June 25, 2007 @ 10:31 PM
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BTW...
by TwinkleToes Wed June 27, 2007 @ 12:51 AM
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Hmmm
by Firebrat Tracy Thu July 5, 2007 @ 4:37 PM
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Congrats!
by - Leanne- Tue May 22, 2007 @ 9:34 AM
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So...
by Venice Mon May 21, 2007 @ 2:09 AM
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by LadyMac Posted Wed May 16, 2007 @ 7:45 AM
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Between my name and my avatar, I am sure you have become aware that deep down I aspire to truly be hell on earth. Hey, my ex-husband would probably tell you I have already accomplished said feat ~ if you can find him in his prison cell in Georgia, feel free to ask him.
For the most part, I just think my evil thoughts and share them with my closest friends. It is truly rare that I act on any of them.
But there is are a couple people in this world that you don't mess with ~ kiddo and Momma.
About a year ago, we got a new across-the-street neighbor. They mostly keep to themselves, which is fine, but the man (we've taken to calling him Richard Cranium in the kiddo's presence), about 8 months ago, made a nasty comment to my Momma. Just to sort of rudeness and meanness I hate to see. Oh... very bad mistake.
And so I have been waiting. Revenge is a dish that is best served cold.
About 3 weeks ago, "Richard" starts construction on a new addition to his house. And, son of a bitch, he hasn't pulled the proper permits. I know. Because I called to check. And I then filed a complaint.
The beautiful thing, in VA, is that they will make him tear down the newly built structure (and it's about 75% completed at this point... BWAHAHAHAHA), get the proper permits, and then rebuild it.
So if you don't see me online too much today, it's because I am working outside in my yard. You see, he's suppposed to get a surprise visit from the county. And I want a front row seat.
No one screws with Momma.
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LadyMac,
by PaintedLady Wed May 16, 2007 @ 7:44 PM
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by LadyMac Posted Thu May 10, 2007 @ 4:57 PM
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So Sunday is Mothers' Day.... What are you doing?
I, myself, raise my eyebrows at Mothers' Day. I mean, I got pregnant and expelled a baby from my uterus thirteen years ago. And for that, I am entitled to a "day"? I don't quite get why an act of nature entitles me to special treatment.
As many of you may have noticed, I am still unemployed ~ and in the middle of some kind of existential meltdown: What I do for a living does not make me emotionally happy. And there is more to life than a paycheck. So I continue to search for the meaning of life, such that it is.
This Mother's Day, I am doing something completely different. I am being a waitress. For other mothers. I am participating in an "open house" at a local farm. I am baking up a storm to sell muffins, cookies and cheesecakes to benefit disabled children.
However... there is one group to be honored at the farm this year: mothers who are on public assistance who may not receive Mother's Day gifts this year ~ many of them work 2 or 3 jobs to make ends meet. A local organization is purchasing about 35 manicures and pedicures for underprivileged women on Sunday. Another is providing flowers. A third is providing child care so they can get away for a few hours. Then, they are all coming to this "open house" where I will help serve them "High Tea" at 2 p.m. Finger sandwiches, chocolate covered strawberries, champagne... the works. Just as a thanks for being a Mom.
I love that.
Happy Mothers' Day to all you Moms and your Moms. Hugs!
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by LadyMac Posted Fri April 20, 2007 @ 3:06 PM
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Nichole, Tracy and Renee are spending the weekend with me.
Saturday - pedicures at 2 p.m., dinner in D.C., followed by (for Tracy and me) George Carlin.
Sunday - BBQ with food and fun all day long - appetizers, filet mignon, baked potatoes, cheesecake and, of course, various and sundry libations.
Monday - We're taking D.C. by storm.
If you have my cell phone number and wanna call us, feel free.
Hope everyone has a good time without us.
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He's 13 years old now.... So very hard to believe. Seventh grade has been a really tough year for him. I kept hoping he was going to find a "niche" in school ~ something to capture his interest and make him want to go to school. Sadly that hasn't happened.
I have been in to school for 21 years out of my 35 on the planet. It seemed very weird to me that my son wouldn't want to do the same. But this year it has become apparent that maybe my kiddo, despite that high-powered brain of his, is not destined for upper level education.
I want to make perfectly clear: I support my son in whatever he chooses to do. It's up to him to figure out what makes him happy in this world - his lot in life (pardon the pun). I just want him to find something that makes him happy and that he is very good at.
I think he may have found it today.
He spent most of the morning helping the contractor hang drywall. Then he helped tape the seams and mud the nail holes. He help build a cabinet (he was not allowed to handle the saw, much to his disappointment) and I was absolutely dumbfounded with how well he handled that drill. Properly AND safely. The contractor's helper worked with him and my contractor said that kiddo handled the drill better than his helper does. Finally he helped hang an attic ladder.
I can tell the difference between the business end of a drill and the battery pack, but that's about the extent of it. In other words, he didn't get this talent from ME. lol.
Come noon time, he was the happiest I have seen him in a long time. We went out to lunch and had a really nice time. He was very calm, very relaxed - and such a state is unusual for the kiddo if he's not on horseback.
All in all a really good day. Which makes me really happy too.
So I went out and got the makings for another Easter basket for my son this weekend. It has his first cordless drill, drill bits and safety goggles ~ along with a Home Depot gift card so he can practice.
Cuz one thing I know for sure... whatever he decides to do in this world, he's gonna be wonderful at it. And I intend to support him as much as one person can.
Way to go, kiddo. I love you.
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Deb...
by TwinkleToes Sat April 7, 2007 @ 2:02 PM
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Okay.. no...not really.
My son has a project for his work and family life class. He has to care for a hard boiled egg for 4 days. He gets four hours, total, of "free" babysitting (means I can watch the egg for him for no cost. After that, he has to pay me.
We've decided to name him Edward. He must have a suitable carrier replete with blankets and a toy. Yes. A toy. For an egg. I am thinking a small gift bag stuffed with soft fluffy towels will be fine.
Kiddo only is allowed 3 cracks to his "baby" or he fails.
I am literally ROFLMAO.
So now I have to go hard boil my grandson. :)
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Egg Babies!
by AuPair Courtney ! Wed April 4, 2007 @ 8:36 AM
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Yesterday I had a bunch of people at the new house, including delivery and set up of my new patio furniture. I had the electrician there and the contractor there when Sears shows up and they deliver me 3.... boxes. I showed them where to put them and asked how long it was gonna take to put it together ~ we don't put it together, ma'am. I said, Sears says you will. He calls his supervisor and the bottom line is that Sears is supposed to send some one to put it together. I have my hands full with my electrician and contractor, so my mom steps in to handle it.
She goes down to the store. While she was standing there waiting to be helped, she overheard one associate saying how they were fixing a guy's lawn mower for free because he was such a good customer. Mom thinks ~ I'm a good customer too. First they try to charge her $150 for set up. No, she says, I already paid for delivery and installation when I purchased the furniture. They said, which associate sold it to you? His name is Alex and apparently he says those EXACT words to everyone. So they have heard it before. Then the store manager says he will refund the $65 I already paid to charge us $150 for set up. No, she says, I already paid for delivery and installation when we purchased the furniture.
This goes on for an hour ~ with them trying to weasel out of responsibility and mom just standing there saying no to each offer. Finally one associate, Chris, offers to come to the house after work and up it together for us. Mom says - if Sears refunds the $65, I will give that to you. Sears agrees and Chris comes over (with his girlfriend) about 2:30.
Chris tells me repeatedly that this is so easy to assemble ~ all I would need is an allen wrench. But he has a few tools so it won't take much time at all. 3 hours later he's still there (with his girlfriend) saying, this is really hard to set up. Imagine how long it would have taken me with a freaking allen wrench?
Needless to say, I am not very happy with Sears right now. But I am so digging my mom.... she's awesome.
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I love it when my estimations come out close.
I have to bring slightly less than $66 to closing tomorrow. Damn, I'm good. :)
This time tomorrow I will own a new house.
YAYYYYY!
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You bet
by >Leanne< Tue March 27, 2007 @ 10:52 AM
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Nice!
by TwinkleToes Thu March 29, 2007 @ 6:24 PM
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I did it!
I left. Gone. Finito. Adios.
And yes, I cried.... :( And yes, I am scared.
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Awwwwww
by TwinkleToes Wed February 28, 2007 @ 8:01 PM
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Wow!
by tickytack Thu March 1, 2007 @ 9:28 AM
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by Emoticon Only Erik Wed February 28, 2007 @ 9:43 PM
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@->-->--
by Emoticon Only Erik Wed February 28, 2007 @ 9:46 PM
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:-D
by Emoticon Only Erik Tue February 27, 2007 @ 12:01 PM
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by TwinkleToes Tue February 27, 2007 @ 12:36 PM
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by LadyMac Posted Fri February 16, 2007 @ 11:16 AM
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Sunday.... February 18, I will be celebrating my 10 year anniversary. No - I am not married nor am I in a relationship. What am I celebrating then? My divorce.
Ten years. Ten for the most part really good years. When Michael and I divorced in 1997, it felt like someone dug out a piece of my heart and soul, set it on fire, stomped it out with golf shoes, then ran it over with a tractor. I had an associates degree, was a full time mom and part time employee. I was also so battered, physically and emotionally, that I could barely function. It took literally all my strength to force myself to get through the day. Most days I cried for hours. And I was empty inside.
I had retained a lawyer to help get me divorced. She had recommended I go back to school. Which I did... and like that Energizer bunny just kept right on going. I knew, even back then, that there was no way Michael was every going to stay current on his child support obligations (currently he is in arrears to the tune of $55K).
And where are we now 10 years later? I am an attorney and have a great relationship with my son. I am fortunate enough to have great and supportive friends. My family is outstandingly supportive. And Michael is currently in prison. He hasn't seen his son in over 6 years... which is a shame ~ cuz his son is a wonderful child. I actually have started "re-growing" my emotions... right now it's often one extreme or another, but they are there. And for that I am grateful. They're not always appropriate, but that, I am sure, will come in time.
Love to you all. And thanks for putting up with my neurotic ways. ;)
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OMG
by rxgirl Tue February 20, 2007 @ 4:02 PM
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Not Erik?
by Starlight22203 Fri February 9, 2007 @ 2:18 PM
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Could be
by >Leanne< Fri February 9, 2007 @ 3:02 PM
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Oh no!
by Starlight22203 Fri February 9, 2007 @ 3:29 PM
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OMG
by Naive Amanda Sun February 11, 2007 @ 8:54 AM
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Our love?
by Naive Amanda Wed February 14, 2007 @ 10:06 AM
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My vote
by Naive Amanda Sat February 10, 2007 @ 6:49 PM
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hehe
by Naive Amanda Sun February 11, 2007 @ 8:55 AM
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Oh my
by >Leanne< Sun February 11, 2007 @ 3:30 AM
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Exactly
by Starlight22203 Sun February 11, 2007 @ 6:02 PM
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Oh man.
by vc Sun February 11, 2007 @ 9:04 PM
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Crushed
by Naive Amanda Wed February 14, 2007 @ 10:07 AM
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Sorry
by Naive Amanda Wed February 14, 2007 @ 10:05 AM
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He's lying
by >Leanne< Thu February 15, 2007 @ 10:34 AM
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by >Leanne< Tue February 13, 2007 @ 12:10 PM
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by >Leanne< Tue February 13, 2007 @ 12:10 PM
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by >Leanne< Wed February 14, 2007 @ 7:41 AM
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by LadyMac Wed February 14, 2007 @ 10:07 AM
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by It-doesn't-pay-to-behave Tracy Wed February 14, 2007 @ 10:13 AM
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by LadyMac Wed February 14, 2007 @ 10:17 AM
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by It-doesn't-pay-to-behave Tracy Wed February 14, 2007 @ 10:18 AM
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by It-doesn't-pay-to-behave Tracy Wed February 14, 2007 @ 10:19 AM
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by Blue Fox of Shemya Wed February 14, 2007 @ 2:28 PM
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by >Leanne< Wed February 14, 2007 @ 3:45 PM
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by >Leanne< Thu February 15, 2007 @ 10:35 AM
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by LadyMac Fri February 16, 2007 @ 8:44 AM
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by Starlight22203 Fri February 16, 2007 @ 12:39 PM
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by Starlight22203 Fri February 16, 2007 @ 12:54 PM
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