Giddy Girlie

[note : for those of you who don't know, my full name is Angela Mia]

The name of Angela creates a quiet, systematic, and technical nature and a clever, inventive mind, attentive to detail. You are attracted to working outdoors in nature, where you would experience the peace and serenity you so much desire. You would find electricity, electronics, and similar technical fields of interest, as well as computer, mathematical, and scientific studies. You are inclined to be quiet, reserved, patient, and conservative, preferring to test and prove everything to your own satisfaction before committing yourself. You like to finish what you start without interruptions, and also to have everything in its place and properly organized. You take life seriously and can be easily and deeply hurt and go into moods which can be quite extreme at times, causing turmoil and unhappiness. Finding it difficult to join in light conversation with those with whom you are not well acquainted, you could feel quite alone and uncommunicative. As a result, you seem aloof. Your limited verbal expression--except with those involved in your field of interest--makes it difficult for you to communicate your deeper thoughts even to those closest to you. Friendships and personal association are accordingly restricted, as well as business success, because you are over-cautious in venturing into financial risks or promotional effort.

Your first name of Mia has given you a quick, analytical mind. You are creative, versatile, and imaginative. However, independence, positivist and the urge for action and progress are such strong forces in your nature that you find it difficult to control them. You feel happy as long as headway is being made, but as soon as you are obstructed or your individuality and freedom of action are restricted, you experience an intense nervous reaction. Moods of depression can result during which you become caustic and belligerent in your attitude toward everyone, especially to those in closest association with you. Routine, monotony, and the responsibility of looking after details can have a similar effect on you, as you are a person who desires change, travel, and new experiences. In order to gain greater congeniality in your personal associations, you need to cultivate a more relaxed manner, greater generosity, understanding, and tolerance, and, above all, you need to avoid being too outspoken and self-opinionated.

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Woo Hoo!

My To Do List :

• sleep late on Saturday
• see Motorsoule on Saturday night
• sleep late on Sunday
• sleep late on Monday
• attend Hilly Billy Party on Monday
• come into work late on Tuesday, tired and possibly hung over

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I slept like crap for the first half of the night, tossing and turning with nightmares. Only to be awake the second half of the night, writhing in pain. The painkillers helped lull me back into nightmarish sleep and when I finally dragged my sorry self out of bed I could barely keep my eyes open. In fact, two and a half hours later, I'm still at that stage. Worn out from bad sleep and drowsy from Vicodin.

I knew this was going to be hard on me, physically. Coming off of 5 years worth of birth control pills has to have some consequence, but I guess I wasn't adequately prepared. Although, who really is? Even a pregnant woman who has gone to lamaze classes and made her peace with the fact that child birth is going to hurt never goes into labor and says "Ow! Well, you know what? I can't really complain... I mean, I did know that it was going to be like this." No. They yell their heads off. And I intend to do the same today.

If you're reading this... be forewarned... I may will be cranky and your best course of action is to either avoid me or throw chocolate in my cube and lace it with arsenic.

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A friend of mine that is a former Police officer sent this to me. It is not for the faint of heart. If you have a weak stomach, then don't look at the picture..... it is a picture of the demise of a suicide jumper...Taken shortly after he landed, it shows him with his insides now on the outside. You will see the look of horror on the faces of the bystanders...

click here to see!

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"[he was]...tied to a split-rail fence, tortured, beaten and pistol-whipped by his attackers, while he begged for his life; he was then left for dead in near freezing temperatures. A cyclist who found him on Snowy Mountain View Road at 6:22 pm, some 18 hours after the attack, at first mistook him for a scarecrow. He was unconscious and suffering from hypothermia. His face was caked with blood, except where it had been partially washed clean by tears."

How can people do this to one another? Intolerance is unacceptable. I just can't seem to get my feeble brain around the fact that someone could do this to someone else... for any reason. This wasn't a horrible accident, it wasn't a mistake. It was deliberate and calculated. It's disgusting.

And, personally, I don't care how you feel about gays. Beating and torturing someone to death is NOT OK, for any reason. Under any circumstance. Period.

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This picture just does NOT do those chompers any justice... if I can find a better one I'll re-post.

My plea to Katie Couric : come back to work. I can't take C.B. seriously. She can't even close her lips around her teeth. I am getting naseous. Thank you.

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The Taint is trying to secure a place in the show on Halloween at the Galaxy, where they will be doing a full set of Misfits covers. If you like The Taint, the Misfits, both or neither then you will love this show. Dead Man's Party kicks ass... seriously. They are the best cover band of all time, and I am grateful that they play Oingo Boingo.

But now I am at the point where I am trying to figure out what to wear. Last year, we saw DMP so we went as... get this!... dead people! HA! The originality! The costuming!

I really like getting all into Halloween and making costumes and stuff... but I need help. Got any ideas? We don't need his/hers ideas this year, since he will be dressed as one of the Misfits circa 1977. Any ideas for me? I was thinking an 80's punk princess, but that's not too far off from my typical Saturday night gear... I'm always open for an excuse to wear my wedding gown and veil again... :)

Also, if anyone has tips on face painting.... I am going to try and make Ryan look really pro like these guys

Posted by giddygirlie at 11:59 AM | Permalink

On Sunday afternoon I said "dear husband, what do you think about rearranging the furniture?" to which he replied (sigh) "ok, what do you want me to move where?"

We've had our furniture in the same arrangement for the past year, and I am ready for a change, so I mapped* it out on paper, and then we started moving things.

I am realy quite pleased with the new arrangement except for :

• all the artwork now needs to be moved


• all the holes created by hanging the artwork need to be patched and painted


• the shelves need to be painted


• we need to buy a new wall color for the 'other' side of the room


• we need to collect enough art to take up all the space on the long wall


• stains and blemishes on the carpet that were previously hidden are now staring me in the face


• funds are REALLY tight right now, so I can't afford the Resolve to clean the carpets let alone the paint to cover the entire 'other' side of the room


• I'm dreaming about new furniture

Never mind the fact that since the books are stacked on the floor instead of the book case, it looks like a bookmobile blew up in our living room. We really should start a library. We have a lot of books and no space to keep them in. At least if people were checking them out, the on-hand stock would be reduced, right?

*anyone who knows me that I love nothing more than 1) drawing diagrams and 2) making lists

Posted by giddygirlie at 11:31 AM | Permalink

Tee Hee.

But seriously folks, if you're interested in the Mia special, I am happy to autograph a picture and mail it to you too!!

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I could just cry. I am so broke... and I don't foresee Ed McMahon delivering me a check in the near future. I just got my electric bill - holy poo!! It's never ever ever been more than $30 and this last month was $100! Yikes! Damn the air conditioning straight to hell!!

It's getting desperate, folks... I have been scouting the house looking for things to sell on eBay. If you feel like taking some pity on me, look at the crap I have up for auction.

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1. Bay:: San Francisco
2. Boarding school:: boring school
3. Riddle:: enigma
4. Hunger:: Twix
5. Allergy:: itch
6. Sponsored:: Corporate
7. Spin:: dizzy
8. Interest:: waning
9. Scrabble:: nuh uh, Boggle!
10. Mold:: eew, slime

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Anyway, I did get a hearty giggle from Jen's post today about possible baby names, to which Randy suggested that she look here to make sure she doesn't choose a stupid name. This site points out everything that is wrong with people today. Two of my favorites (taken from a Baby Name Message Board) :

How about Lou? When I was in England, I heard that name and it seemed to have a little tinkle to it. Randy is good too.

You weren't listening QUITE hard enough in England, were you?

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I like the name Jayden for a girl and Jaden for a boy. I'm also thinking of other bisexual names.

Try taking out a personal ad in the adult weekly.

Posted by giddygirlie at 4:25 PM | Permalink

I definitely need a chill pill. All the things that are usually annoying are reasons for me to launch into a fit. The way that certain co-workers talk to their spouses literally 20 times a day and argue the whole time, complete with whining and begging.... argh! The way that some people waltz in 3 hours late with no explanation and announce that they will skip their lunch hour for the next 3 days to make up the time, but then take a lunch hour every day... the way that people are always running to me for help, like I am a freaking IT department...

Sorry. You didn't deserve that.

I stopped taking my birth control pills last month (after more than 5 years of taking very strong doses continuously to treat my endometriosis) and the side effects, so far, have been like going through menopause. I get hot flashes, I am rude to everyone, I curse young people (younger than me : 25), I cry at commercials, I fall in love with my husband again every evening... and then promptly start yelling at him about the air conditioning or the TV volume. It's really a hell of a lot of rip roarin' fun!

Can't wait to get pregnant... that should be an adventure in and of itself!

But I suppose that poses an even greater challenge : who has sex with a cranky old bitch who sweats profusely?

please, everyone... bow your head and say a silent prayer for Ryan...

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Check it out : http://www.sewwrong.com/2003_08.shtml#000907

Posted by giddygirlie at 9:55 PM | Permalink

My cats have Personality Plus! They are the exact polar opposite of the cats that live with other people I know. My cats do not hide under the bed. They don't beg for your dinner. They don't pee in the plants.

My cats are People Cats! They are every bit as obnoxious as a dog to new guests... they walk right up and demand your attention. If you sit on the couch, they're climbing in your lap and trying to smell your breath. If you're wearing any kind of hair products, they'll wrap their arms around your neck and rub their faces (beware if you are finicky about your coif!) They are the friendliest, sweetest, most handsome young gentlemen I have ever known.

And did I mention they're huge?

Not fat (although Monkey could trim down a touch) but actually huge. Monkey weighed 18 pounds at his last check up! 18!! Pounds!! And the vet said he is the epitome of a healthy cat. He's just enormous. Ruckus isn't quite as heavy (maybe 12 pounds) but he is every bit as tall and lanky as Monkey. They're amazing to look at.

To me, they look perfectly normal, I see them every day. When I see other cats I say "tee hee... Ryan look how little this one is!" and people raise their eyebrows. Apparently, they haven't seen MY cats.

And did I mention they are leash trained and we go on walks around our neighborhood? Oh yeah. People peek out their windows and whisper "is that a cat? it can't be! it's so big! plus, who ever heard of a cat on a leash?"

Usually when someone new comes to visit, and the boys are the first to greet them as they say "whoa! Those are some big cats!" They don't mind. I think they're secretly proud.

But I saw a new reaction the other day : fear. Someone at a recent get-together at our house was actually put off by my bohemoths and remarked in private to someone (who obviously can't keep a secret) that they were *afraid* of the cats. Wuh?! Yeah, they're huge, but they are the sweetest feline people I have ever known.

In fact, as I type this, Ruckus is standing behind me with his arms around my neck and rubbing my hair and purring like an engine. Who could be afraid of that?

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I am a dolt (no, please... hold your applause until the end). I am one of those people who uses the same password for everything and just 'tweaks it a little' when necessary. Of course, I won't tell YOU my password (not that I don't trust you, but the contents of my computer are a little embarrassing. No porn. Mostly sewing projects and things I dream about. It's my personal shame).

I've also been using the same lame ass password for 6 years. How do I know it was exactly 6 years? Well, when I first created my password, I integrated the name of my beau into it. And then I thought "was that a little premature? What if things don't work out? How do I go back and change it? Will it be hard?" and there was so much pressure. I mean, using a guy's name in your password is tantamount [spelling?] to getting it tattooed on your forehead or giving him the keys to your apartment, right? It was risky business, but I forged ahead.

Actually, it's the only reason I ever got married. If things didn't work out, I could burn the love letters or change the locks - but a password? That's commitment.

...and don't even think of shaking him down. I didn't get it engraved in his wedding band. honest.

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Ok, you have to PROMISE not to tell Ryan (he's been making me eat -ack!- healthy food lately) but I have had the cheesiest day ever. Aside from my banter of stupid jokes and ridiculous insinuations, I also ate cheese today. Mmmm.... cheesy!

So far, I've enjoyed myself a cheese bagel with cream cheese! Yum! And now I am eating my lunch of macaroni and cheese with a garden salad - topped with bleu cheese dressing!

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I've also blogrolled it so it's a link on the left.

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We're the type of people (hey, who isn't these days?) that live paycheck to paycheck with very little in between. Our income barely meets our outgo. It's depressing.

Anyway, we were able to get a small cash front (thanks, ma!) to take a vacation in July that was SO wonderful [mental note : post yer damn vacation journal & photos already!] and much needed... unfortunately, there is an ebb and flow to everything, a yin and yang... so, after a fabulous Carribbean getaway, there was trouble in paradise.

Ryan's paid time off wasn't going to be available for use until August, but since his store is preparing for the Fall Season, no one is allowed to take vacation until November. Since we had an opportunity to get away in July, his boss agreed to trade the time... since he's salary, she'd just report that he worked the week that we were gone, and then in August she would mark him out for a week when he really worked. Sounded great.

When we got home, we found out that his boss had been fired (lovely) and forgotten to mention to anyone that she was 'time swapping' with him, so he was marked out for a week. No problem, right? Ha! Since he wasn't there, and his vacation time wasn't available, he just didn't get paid. For an entire week. Ouch.

I am still reeling from the loss a month later, while still owing my mom for the money we borrowed... sigh.

THEN, Mr. DumbAss Himself gets a speeding ticket. Great. $120 due ... this week of course. This is also riding on the tails of my sister who borrowed my car and slammed into some guy who insists that the ding in his bumper is worth thousands of dollars. This is going to be fun. Insurance prices will be sky rocketing and I will be crying.

If you see me, toss a penny in my hat. Please.

Incedentally, I will probably be adding some art for sale on this site really soon. :)

Posted by giddygirlie at 11:01 AM | Permalink

So, hair dye was my next best option.

I quickly forgot about my quest for a Hawaiian Tropic Tan and settled for dark hair dye. Yes. Black hair dye. Yup.

It's black violet, so the light reflects back kind of purplish... I like the color just fine, it's just taking me a while longer to get adjusted. Bleach me blonde or dye me red and I'm fine, but the dark colors take me a while to adjust.

Just to keep things interesting (and difficult for those involved) I also bleached out portions, so I have this 'peek-a-boo' of blonde underneath. Pretty cool looking, if I do say so myself (which I apparently just did).

Kudos to Jenn for her assistance, patience, and toxic high from the fumes. Much love to ya sista!

Posted by giddygirlie at 2:46 PM | Permalink

There's the Overly-Happy-On-Monday Guy. The I'm-Still-Hung-Over-From-Friday Lady. The People Pleasers. The ones you Can't-Talk-To-Until-They've-Had-Their-Coffee.

My least Favorite are the Lazy Ones and the Scared-Shitless-Of-Losing-Their-Jobs-And-So-They-Will-Create-Any-Kind-Of-Diversion-To-Make-Themselves-Look-Productive.

I have the great misfortune to have the latter person in my immediate group.

This dear person is so fearful of any changes (because they do not have the skills to support said changes) that they fight them tooth and nail. The result is an archaic system of doing things that is frustrating and wasteful for everyone involved. This person declines any opportunity to advance their skills or change their job, based on the current times. I can just imagine the trauma that this person went through when the typewriter was retired. Geez.

Lately it has become a real thorn in my side, because the skills that this person lacks have to be picked up by someone... and it seems that I have become that designated someone. Sigh.

It pains me and I am just about to chuck my apple at their head... I am cracking away at a complex project that involves programming and CSV files and a butt load of difficult, manual labor... and my lame ass co-worker has taken the past two hours to draft a letter. ARGH!!!!

I wish that Lame Ass would decide whether they are ready to embrace the new millenium and get away from keeping paper copies of everything and learn how to save a document on their computer. But in the mean time Lame Ass is keeping the rest of us from being productive because we have to cover for their lack of skills.

It kills me that so many people are jobless and REALLY want to work and have the skills and drive to be really good at this job... and yet Lame Ass skates by, because the company is afraid to fire Lame Ass.

I hate corporate america.

Posted by giddygirlie at 10:57 AM | Permalink

A few years back, he got into the "punk scene" and adopted the whole image, etc. Pretty cool. (Reminds me of a young me... awww...) Of course, it didn't take too long before he was getting himself into trouble. Mr. Anarchist Himself probably believed he was the first kid to ever flip off a teacher. After falling behind at school, he was sent to a "continuation" school to try and catch up. Continuation school is the black hole from which bad students and pregnant high schoolers never return...

Ryan dearly loves his brother and so he sat him down for a "talkin' to" and did his best to explain why school is important, even when you think it isn't. The spiel about getting an education and good job and all that... I just don't think it interested a 16 year old guy. He was too busy gettin' frisky and running amok all over town. I told Ryan to explain it from the other side... something he could relate to : punk rock.

I told him to look at Henry Rollins or Jello Biafra. Go read some of their books, see their spoken word. Read the lyrics to some of his favorite punk songs. What were they about? Getting drunk on a school day? Getting laid when you're dad isn't looking? Um, well, some of them were... BUT there is so much more. The Punk Movement isn't about being a dumb ass. It's about being smarter than "them" and standing up for what's right. It's about wearing your hair in some freak-out tri-hawk to get people to notice. It's about releasing your frustration in a mosh pit (or Pogo, if you've seen the Dead Kennedys). It's about freedom of expression and making your voice heard.

I know that Ryan did his best to relay this to Evan and open his eyes a little. Then, we just sat back and hoped... humming the song "TV Party" and hope that this kid did alright by himself.

Evan made his way back to our old alma mater and got out of that lame continuation school. He found a job at an ultra cool art store, where he can dress how he chooses and be who he is. He took up guitar and started a band. He graduated high school - and the teachers said they will actually miss him! He bought himself a car and is getting things settled to go to college in the fall. This is hardly the jerk ass kid that stood before us two years ago, failing school and getting grounded.

He's doing everything right and he's doing everything punk.

This week, I found out that he has also become vegetarian. Cool, right? So I asked him why... he tells me that he's not eating meat as his subtle way of doing something for the cause of global hunger. How fucking cool is that? I really admire his dedication... and the thought behind it. I mean, we're all idealistic at 18... but man...

So, whether you're screeching about cops or skirting chicks, I love ya Evan!!

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However, my mom is sold on this lady that she saw on TV. Generally, TV is not a good place to find a bonafide psychic... I mean, have you SEEN John Edwards?! This lady that my mother has a thing for doesn't claim to see the future or know the past... she doesn't read tarot cards or tea leaves... oh no, she's much too high tech for that! Instead, she uses this software that randomly selects from various .wav files and the messages on the files supposedly can tell her things.

Um... yeah.

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Sure, it started as some harmless ant chasing (although those little buggers make a stink when sniffed up close... Ruckus always backs away sneezing) and then escalated to catching the crickets that escaped from the toad tank* but now it's gotten worse... much worse.

My husband orders extra crickets at the pet store for the cats to chase. And by chase I mean bat around until the cricket is dizzy and then promptly devour.

Tonight, out of no where a green grasshopper flew onto our patio and up Ryan's shorts (tee hee). Once he stood up to shake it out, the cats were all over it. They chased it into the house and around the living room... until Ruckus cornered it. It all went down hill from there. Ruckus managed to knock it's two back legs (the hopping legs!) off by carrying it around in his mouth. Monkey mostly watched, but LOVED to chase it when it was flying around, trying to escape.

But alas, the grasshopper has lost its battle. I had to turn away and seclude myself in my room while they ate his remains. God have mercy on my soul.

Ryan argues that it's natural for cats to chase and eat bugs... but there is nothing natural about winding up on a 2nd floor balcony and having a grey beast rip your legs (your hopping legs!) right from your body. I am so sorry, dear grasshopper. I hope you are in a better place now.

*Ryan keeps a tank of firebellied toads that eat crickets and -ugh- worms on a weekly basis. You don't know the meaning of *wretch* until you've seen a frog poo with a cricket head in it.

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Are these Party People or WHAT?! They have something embroidered on their matching polo shirts... what does it say?!

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The people there are so wonderful and our waiter, Curt, even put together a swag bag for me... I couldn't be more excited! These are the goodies that I scored, courtesy of Curt.

You can see larger images by following the link at the top of this post. :)

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Thank you, Oscar, for being such a sport. My sides are still aching.

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And these ain't no small twitches... this is a full blown thumb war style move... it's irritating.

So I throw the terms into google to see what's wrong with me. Turns out I have two options 1) neural damage or 2) insantity. Remember the movie Pi? Maybe I'm losing my mind in search of math riddles... I already have the migraines.

Migraines and integers and math nerds... oh my!

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I started with a red velvet cake and baked it in a 9" x 13" pan. I flipped it out onto a serving tray and then cut out the shape of the skull. I scooped out parts for the eyes and nose that weren't frosted, but left red. I was undecided on how to finish the mouth, so I ended up using pieces of cake that were trimmed off in the shaping process.

I used a white vanilla frosting to cover the entire cake (except mouth and nose).

The one bummer was that the foil covering touched the cake during transport and disrupted the frosting. When I tried to fix it, the frosting mixed with the cake crumbs and turned pink. It looks like Skully got beat up... or maybe had some patches of skin still hanging on (ew).

I'll post pictures once I get them.

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It was so nice that his friends showed up. They have an impeccable track record for RSVP'ing and not coming with a flimsy excuse of 'tired' or 'forgot.' I was really concerned that Ryan would come home to me and Jenn and a skull cake all to ourselves.

It actually turned out rather nice. I got to see Cyndee, who I haven't seen in an eon or so. We ended up having to toss some people out at 2:30am when we were ready for bed. Evan seemed so excited when we granted him leniency and let him go back to sleep on the couch [poor guy already tossed his cookies and needed some rest].

My favorite part was that Ryan was 100% honest-to-goodness surprised. No one slipped and told him. He didn't catch on to my antics (baking the cake at my mom's house under the guise of hemming my dress, but taking several hours to do so). [pat on the back for Mia]

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Today I kept scratching at the band of my underwear... something was poking me. I bothered with it for hours until I finally went to the bathroom and realized : the tag was still on it and the clear tagging thingamajob was stabbing me relentlessly.

Sigh

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I guess I'm not very good at hiding.

Yesterday I am reading the blog of dear Clamhead and she mentions a silly stunt by her co-workers to have a Moustache Monday, where all the lovely gentlemen in the office grow a moustache for a guffaw. She provides a link to Lord Leiter's page, where there is a picture. I laugh and laugh... and laugh... and then choke. I know that guy!

I blast off a quick email to The Lord (tee hee) to find out if the dear beloved Cookie is indeed my old pal. The Lord confirms that Cookie is he... and all was good.

Now, I have exchanged emails with said Cookie and am working on a reunion.

I guess The Lord, even Lord Leiter, works in mysterious ways...

Posted by giddygirlie at 10:54 AM | Permalink

My only experience like that has been college. Where you are in classes with other people who are also slaving away to try and become a doctor or nurse... where they feel just as challenged and frustrated and are chasing that same elusive dream.

This is what I imagine church to be like. You meet up with 100 (or, if you attend one of these mass churches like they have around here - 5,000) other people who all share your beliefs and values... you trust them with your children, you invite them in your home. It has to be a very good "warm and fuzzy" kind of feeling.

Which is why it must pain some people terribly when complicated issues arise that can cause a rift to form between friends. We saw the understandable devastation of the Catholic community as the scandals of a few brought the faith of millions into question. And now we see it again with the new openly gay Bishop who has been welcomed into the Episcopal church.

What happens to the average "Joe Q. Churchgoer" during all of this? Does he now feel divided from some of his warm and fuzzy friends, because they disagree? Does he feel betrayed? Does he feel angry? Do the friends stand together to strengthen themselves?

A very prickly pear, to be sure.

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When my husband and I first moved in together, our mothers used their powers to summon all the old and ugly and mismatched kitchen supplies in the universe. While I am MORE than appreciative of the gesture, and the kitchen supplies have served us well, I am ready to replace them all. Unfortunately, I don't have the funds to do that. :(

I'd love to host a dinner party where everyone brings something for the kitchen - like a house warming present - for me... "Thank you, Brad, I LOVE this spatula" "Cyndee, your ladle is TOO generous" "Where ever did you find this trivet?" Are you allowed to do that? Or am I daydreaming again?

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Here are some of my favorite results :

mia is?? what others think
mia is £7
mia is missing?
mia is a fisting slut
mia is set for florida
mia is just mad that she drives a ford
mia is a "missionary" of the country genre
mia is back for her lesson two where she wants to learn to take two hands in her ass
mia is not pow
mia is slim enough to wear size eight clothes [ed. note : I'd like to kiss whoever says this about me ;)]
mia is stripping
mia is taking charge of the dog lovers club till friday
mia is a cute little mouse who is a bit of a tomboy
mia is like being able to travel inside a cartoon
mia is made up of two components
mia is the story of a cute energetic upbeat little mouse that is looking for the ingredient to make a remedy that will heal her sick grand mother
mia is an arts &crafts extravaganza that offers activities from drawing and painting to shape play [I think this one is my favorite]
mia is more secure and mellow than tali

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For better or for worse, there is barely that 6 degrees of separation between me and anyone... it's just odd. My husband and I can go out of the country, to an island that no one has heard of - and run into people we know. It's uncanny.

A while back, our friend Brad picked up this magazine - I think in France - and it had an ad for this company that sells hair extension products. The model in the picture was someone that he used to work with... conincidentally, I used to work with the same person years before. [see the strange connections?] She looked stunning! I was so happy for her!

Look at how beautiful she looks! I am seriously so happy for her... and I have half a mind to try and contact her. But I'm scared. Is that weird?

I haven't seen her in a few years (maybe 5?) and she's obviously formed a new and very cool life... so I guess I am intimidated. Maybe she's forgotten me? Maybe she doesn't care? What if she didn't email me back? It's all kind of nerve racking... so I just haven't emailed her.

The other side of the coin : what if she is just as interested to hear from me (and my husband, who she adores)? What if I am being a wuss and things will turn out lovely and I am missing a chance to bring an old friend back into my life?

Oh, the dilemma....

Posted by giddygirlie at 10:09 AM | Permalink

Seeing as how it was a Rockabilly show, there were so many beautiful people... it seemed like all the girls had these ginchy little retro hairdos and vintage dresses. They were all so pretty (I thought I looked good until I saw them) but also so impractical. So many of them were wearing bondage style spike heel shoes that were at least 8 inches high... I was aghast. Maybe because I have bad feet, but I just can't imagine WHY you would choose those shoes for a CONCERT where you will be STANDING all night long.

It gave me the vapors.

Anyway, it's really spiked my interest in cool hairdos - as if I needed any more interest in cool hair styles - and I have been fooling around with different looks. If any of them turn out, you might see me wearing them out on the town!

Posted by giddygirlie at 3:11 PM | Permalink