Lies
Texting an entire conversation
More lies
Gangster Rap
Deception (similar to lies, but even more deceitful)
Getting out of control (face it, we all do at times)
Loud, obnoxious, undisciplined kids
Undisciplined pets
more to come, I'm sure....
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Even MORE Things I Love...
Reading a very good book on a nice sunny day in a park in a chair, while watching people having fun
My dog
Watching the snow fall (from a nice warm place, of course)
Challenges
Shooting pool
Blowing bubbles
Singing at the top of my lungs when I'm alone in my car, and then laughing when I get caught at the red light
Meeting new and interesting people
Traveling to places I've never been before
Completing a project that was challenging
Did I mention my dog?
Laughing until my eyes tear up
Cooking just about anything
My family, yep, that's right...ALL of them
Crawling into my wonderful bed when I'm exhausted
Ok, crawling into my wonderful bed anytime
Laughing at myself
My dog
Watching the snow fall (from a nice warm place, of course)
Challenges
Shooting pool
Blowing bubbles
Singing at the top of my lungs when I'm alone in my car, and then laughing when I get caught at the red light
Meeting new and interesting people
Traveling to places I've never been before
Completing a project that was challenging
Did I mention my dog?
Laughing until my eyes tear up
Cooking just about anything
My family, yep, that's right...ALL of them
Crawling into my wonderful bed when I'm exhausted
Ok, crawling into my wonderful bed anytime
Laughing at myself
Last Year revisited
Hypothetically speaking
In reference to http://mynerdythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/rules-for-being-marines-daughter-part-i.html, I have a hypothetical situation in which being a Marine’s Daughter (as well as a former Marine myself) I must share…
The names and circumstances in this post are hypothetical only, and may have hypothetically been changed in order to protect the innocent, or even the not-so-innocent.
So, hypothetically speaking, what would it be like if this Marine’s daughter was to visit the local jail after a not so impressive car accident (I’ll leave the reason for the invitation to the local jail up for one’s imagination)?
Well, from what I have heard….socks are a strong commodity to have while paying a short visit to the local county jail. Evidently, warm socks are not issued to visitors…and if one happens to be wearing warm, thick socks that happen to be white in color, the said person may option to continue wearing the aforementioned warm, thick socks if he or she chooses, during his or her visit.
And, hypothetically speaking of course, what would happen if, while taking a little nap while visiting the local county jail after a non-impressive car accident, the Marine’s daughter opened her eyes only to find two other local county jail visitors staring down at her…well, suffice to say, this is how the (fictional, of course) story would go:
Marine’s Daughter: Can I help you?
Tall, Mean Looking Visitor: Nice socks.
Other Tall, Mean looking Visitor: Yeah. Nice Socks. We are taking them from you.
Marine’s Daughter: Ok. But I would really hate to end up with a manslaughter charge while I am visiting this fine facility.
Marine’s Daughter stands up, only to find that she is lacking in stature and required to look up at these other two visitors.
Tall, Mean Looking Visitor: What do you mean?
Other Tall, Mean Looking Visitor: Manslaughter? What the hell you talking about, whitebread?
Marine’s Daughter: Well, besides the fact that I am a former United States Marine, I am also a Retired United States Marine’s daughter. And although the Marine Corps definitively taught me how to protect myself, my father taught me not to stop until all breathing, except mine ceases to exist. In other words, I can protect myself from you, but I don’t have any brakes. Hence the Manslaughter charge.
Both Tall, Mean Looking Visitors look at each other, shrug, and quietly back away.
Interesting thing, though. No one else would approach the Marine’s Daughter for the duration of her visit. Hmmmm.
Thanks, Dad. Sempre Fi.
The names and circumstances in this post are hypothetical only, and may have hypothetically been changed in order to protect the innocent, or even the not-so-innocent.
So, hypothetically speaking, what would it be like if this Marine’s daughter was to visit the local jail after a not so impressive car accident (I’ll leave the reason for the invitation to the local jail up for one’s imagination)?
Well, from what I have heard….socks are a strong commodity to have while paying a short visit to the local county jail. Evidently, warm socks are not issued to visitors…and if one happens to be wearing warm, thick socks that happen to be white in color, the said person may option to continue wearing the aforementioned warm, thick socks if he or she chooses, during his or her visit.
And, hypothetically speaking of course, what would happen if, while taking a little nap while visiting the local county jail after a non-impressive car accident, the Marine’s daughter opened her eyes only to find two other local county jail visitors staring down at her…well, suffice to say, this is how the (fictional, of course) story would go:
Marine’s Daughter: Can I help you?
Tall, Mean Looking Visitor: Nice socks.
Other Tall, Mean looking Visitor: Yeah. Nice Socks. We are taking them from you.
Marine’s Daughter: Ok. But I would really hate to end up with a manslaughter charge while I am visiting this fine facility.
Marine’s Daughter stands up, only to find that she is lacking in stature and required to look up at these other two visitors.
Tall, Mean Looking Visitor: What do you mean?
Other Tall, Mean Looking Visitor: Manslaughter? What the hell you talking about, whitebread?
Marine’s Daughter: Well, besides the fact that I am a former United States Marine, I am also a Retired United States Marine’s daughter. And although the Marine Corps definitively taught me how to protect myself, my father taught me not to stop until all breathing, except mine ceases to exist. In other words, I can protect myself from you, but I don’t have any brakes. Hence the Manslaughter charge.
Both Tall, Mean Looking Visitors look at each other, shrug, and quietly back away.
Interesting thing, though. No one else would approach the Marine’s Daughter for the duration of her visit. Hmmmm.
Thanks, Dad. Sempre Fi.
Monday, January 7, 2008
More things I love....
Unique Beauty and Unbridled Passion...in all its glory
Candlelight, especially from the smelly candles
Screaming on a roller coaster
Making people laugh
That peaceful, easy feeling
A good cigar with a good drink after a good meal
Babies, of all varieties
Very Sick and inappropriate jokes
A good competition
Foggy nights
Breakfast in bed...ok...well, just about anything in bed for that matter
French Vanilla coffee creamer
and...just in case you are paying attention (yes, you know who you are), I love motorcycle rides.
Candlelight, especially from the smelly candles
Screaming on a roller coaster
Making people laugh
That peaceful, easy feeling
A good cigar with a good drink after a good meal
Babies, of all varieties
Very Sick and inappropriate jokes
A good competition
Foggy nights
Breakfast in bed...ok...well, just about anything in bed for that matter
French Vanilla coffee creamer
and...just in case you are paying attention (yes, you know who you are), I love motorcycle rides.
Last Year
This drawing depicts 2007 for me.
I am happy to report that I no longer think that I can fly.
Nevertheless, I will probably keep on trying.
Welcome to 2008.
Thanks to Justin at http://www.lefthandedtoons.com/139/ for this picture.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Things I love...
Listening to the rain with my windows open
That slow intimate kiss before going to sleep
The sun on my face
Sharing popcorn with my dog
A good cup of coffee first thing in the morning
Holding Hands
That look from across the room
Unspoken communication
Going home
That slow intimate kiss before going to sleep
The sun on my face
Sharing popcorn with my dog
A good cup of coffee first thing in the morning
Holding Hands
That look from across the room
Unspoken communication
Going home
Conquer the world?
I have to completely disagree with this. I believe that conquering the world with any kind of army is an appropriate career choice. I mean, really. C'mon folks...who wouldn't want to run around, especially with an army of flying monkeys, brandishing the golden staff, pounding on the well developed chest, and screaming platitudes of and about yourself! Do you think that potential employers would get it if I put this as an objective on my resume?
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