san·i·ty The quality or condition of being sane; soundness of mind.
Soundness of judgment or reason.
AAAAAAAAAAUGH! I was just talking about being bit by a spider earlier! What a dumb way to go. Oh well, it beats being impaled by a giant icicle. Thanks to Kyle for the panic attack. Oh yeah, and congrats on the new baby! PS - it is actually July 8, heh.
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
corporation 1. A body that is granted a charter recognizing it as a separate legal entity having its own rights, privileges, and liabilities distinct from those of its members. 2. Such a body created for purposes of government. Also called body corporate.
A good idea, if it stays small.
Sorry for the long silence. I have been working overtime to bank as much as I can for the BC dream. Unfortunately, after talking on the phones for 8-10 hours (or more), I feel as if there are no words left that would be of any interest. All work and no play does indeed make Loli dull.
intermission
What a difference a weekend makes! I spent Friday hanging out with Pookie and my nephew. We went to the mall, and acted silly (a requirement for trips to public places). I had a tantrum in Old Navy (why don't they have clothing for women with breasts?), went to Victoria's Secret (woohoo, they did) and tried out my discount, then in Sears I found two dresses on clearance that I just had to get, and demanded the tool department ring up my purchases without touching them (didn't want to risk getting grease on them) because the other two registers I could find were bogged with problem customers wanting price adjustments or returns (one of which was my brother, but I didn't mention that part). The tool dept was pretty cool about it, so cheers to the Craftsman crew!
Saturday, I set a new personal record - I worked a 12 hour shift on the phones. I got a little silly at the end (ok, yes, I tend to be silly all the time, but this was especially silly, even for me) but otherwise, I went the distance.
Sunday, I went to a family reunion and had a blast, even though (maybe because?) the turnout was low. Pookie made me take one of my brake shoes to show, in case anyone asked why he didn't come. My brakes were really bad, and I had been driving for several weeks with only the front ones.
Yargh! just looked at the time, I gotta go to work - I will post, and try to fix the relevance later. :D Smooches!
A good idea, if it stays small.
Sorry for the long silence. I have been working overtime to bank as much as I can for the BC dream. Unfortunately, after talking on the phones for 8-10 hours (or more), I feel as if there are no words left that would be of any interest. All work and no play does indeed make Loli dull.
What a difference a weekend makes! I spent Friday hanging out with Pookie and my nephew. We went to the mall, and acted silly (a requirement for trips to public places). I had a tantrum in Old Navy (why don't they have clothing for women with breasts?), went to Victoria's Secret (woohoo, they did) and tried out my discount, then in Sears I found two dresses on clearance that I just had to get, and demanded the tool department ring up my purchases without touching them (didn't want to risk getting grease on them) because the other two registers I could find were bogged with problem customers wanting price adjustments or returns (one of which was my brother, but I didn't mention that part). The tool dept was pretty cool about it, so cheers to the Craftsman crew!
Saturday, I set a new personal record - I worked a 12 hour shift on the phones. I got a little silly at the end (ok, yes, I tend to be silly all the time, but this was especially silly, even for me) but otherwise, I went the distance.
Sunday, I went to a family reunion and had a blast, even though (maybe because?) the turnout was low. Pookie made me take one of my brake shoes to show, in case anyone asked why he didn't come. My brakes were really bad, and I had been driving for several weeks with only the front ones.
Yargh! just looked at the time, I gotta go to work - I will post, and try to fix the relevance later. :D Smooches!
Friday, June 13, 2003
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To: sis
give a man a fish and he eats for a day .... teach a man to fish and he eats for a life time .... teach a kid to fish and they have memories for a life time .... fix your sisters car and she drives another day .... teach you sister to fix a car and she cruises through life a little easier .... but if the man was a deaf blind mute you would feed him for a lifetime and he wouldn't be a man anymore but a friend .... and if the child did not learn to fish they would know you still loved them anyway .... and if your sister never learns to fix her car i would call that job security .... just thought you needed a big ug ....
- ronald ii
I told you he is a great brother.
To: sis
give a man a fish and he eats for a day .... teach a man to fish and he eats for a life time .... teach a kid to fish and they have memories for a life time .... fix your sisters car and she drives another day .... teach you sister to fix a car and she cruises through life a little easier .... but if the man was a deaf blind mute you would feed him for a lifetime and he wouldn't be a man anymore but a friend .... and if the child did not learn to fish they would know you still loved them anyway .... and if your sister never learns to fix her car i would call that job security .... just thought you needed a big ug ....
- ronald ii
I told you he is a great brother.
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
fraternal Of or relating to brothers: a close fraternal tie. Showing comradeship; brotherly. Of or constituting a fraternity: a fraternal association. Biology. Of, relating to, or being a twin developed from two separately fertilized ova; dizygotic.
My brother Ron is five years younger, a whole foot taller, and a lot more responsible than I am. I look up to him both literally and figuratively.
I have been happy to have him as a brother since the day he was born. My younger sister and I had to stay at my grandparent's house while my mom was in the hospital giving birth. My sister wanted another girl, but I wanted a brother. I can still remember my father coming in the door and saying "It's a boy". I yelled 'Yay!' (yes, I have been yaying a very long time) which pissed off my sister, who still isn't over it.
He was a beautiful child with big brownish hazel eyes, incredibly long lashes, and a laugh that made me feel so good that I would spend many happy hours triggering it. He couldn't pronounce 'L's, so he called me Ori, my sister was Juwie, and we were 'grews'. He had a penchant for public peeing, and a killer instinct in soccer (played for the church team & broke a kid's leg). He was into art and drew a comic called 'Superbüm' that looked like a jellybean with a cape. Sadly, he doesn't have time to draw now.
Pookie understands everything mechanical. If it has a motor, Ron can make it run. He always got shorted on his birthdays; my dad would take him outside and say "Take your pick" as he waved his arm at a yard full of broken lawn mowers and other junk for Pookie's gift. Ron seemed to know which items to select, because to my dad's surprise, my brother always managed to fix them. So my father started giving him broken cars. Unfortunately, since Ron was like 14 when that started, my mom & sister got to drive his vehicles, so he ended up losing a few to wrecks before he was old enough to claim them, poor guy. Nowadays, he keeps the rest of us in working cars; he has taught me how to fix mine (which I usually do after something serious breaks, and I spend just as much time crying and whining as I do fixing it). It is his way of showing how much he cares about his sisters & little bro. Naturally, we push it to the limits.
Ron quit school his senior year because of family issues. He graduated from vocational school, but didn't get a high school diploma. Lat year, he took the GED test, and did so well that he got a $4000 a year scholarship to Wright State University. I am so proud of him! Sadly, he didn't use it, because he has a family to support and he couldn't take the time off from work.
His family outgrew their house, and it is kinda crowded, but he still let me stay with him for several months (twice!) when I was in need. Ron is a great cook and I sometimes raid his refrigerator. If I had the means, I would pay for an addition to his house, put him through college, and build him his dream garage. It would be a small step towards repaying all he has done for me. But for now, this (and a $25 Home Depot gift certificate I won at work) will have to do. Happy birthday, little brother. I love you very much. Thank you for everything.
My brother Ron is five years younger, a whole foot taller, and a lot more responsible than I am. I look up to him both literally and figuratively.
I have been happy to have him as a brother since the day he was born. My younger sister and I had to stay at my grandparent's house while my mom was in the hospital giving birth. My sister wanted another girl, but I wanted a brother. I can still remember my father coming in the door and saying "It's a boy". I yelled 'Yay!' (yes, I have been yaying a very long time) which pissed off my sister, who still isn't over it.
He was a beautiful child with big brownish hazel eyes, incredibly long lashes, and a laugh that made me feel so good that I would spend many happy hours triggering it. He couldn't pronounce 'L's, so he called me Ori, my sister was Juwie, and we were 'grews'. He had a penchant for public peeing, and a killer instinct in soccer (played for the church team & broke a kid's leg). He was into art and drew a comic called 'Superbüm' that looked like a jellybean with a cape. Sadly, he doesn't have time to draw now.
Pookie understands everything mechanical. If it has a motor, Ron can make it run. He always got shorted on his birthdays; my dad would take him outside and say "Take your pick" as he waved his arm at a yard full of broken lawn mowers and other junk for Pookie's gift. Ron seemed to know which items to select, because to my dad's surprise, my brother always managed to fix them. So my father started giving him broken cars. Unfortunately, since Ron was like 14 when that started, my mom & sister got to drive his vehicles, so he ended up losing a few to wrecks before he was old enough to claim them, poor guy. Nowadays, he keeps the rest of us in working cars; he has taught me how to fix mine (which I usually do after something serious breaks, and I spend just as much time crying and whining as I do fixing it). It is his way of showing how much he cares about his sisters & little bro. Naturally, we push it to the limits.
Ron quit school his senior year because of family issues. He graduated from vocational school, but didn't get a high school diploma. Lat year, he took the GED test, and did so well that he got a $4000 a year scholarship to Wright State University. I am so proud of him! Sadly, he didn't use it, because he has a family to support and he couldn't take the time off from work.
His family outgrew their house, and it is kinda crowded, but he still let me stay with him for several months (twice!) when I was in need. Ron is a great cook and I sometimes raid his refrigerator. If I had the means, I would pay for an addition to his house, put him through college, and build him his dream garage. It would be a small step towards repaying all he has done for me. But for now, this (and a $25 Home Depot gift certificate I won at work) will have to do. Happy birthday, little brother. I love you very much. Thank you for everything.
Sunday, June 01, 2003
moue A small grimace; a pout, a wry face [F. moue pouting, cf. OD. mouwe the protruded lip.]
I made that face a lot yesterday.
Moving update: Still moving to Kettering (on Monday); have everything but one room finished (it is almost done); keeping more things than I expected under advice from Weasel (ebay that!); may be taking Poopie to the pound tomorrow, because his owner was supposed to get him two days ago, but is apparently ducking me (and I feel horrible about being forced to do it).
Actually, things went surprisingly well, so far. There were the usual cat-herding delays associated with doing anything where my family is involved (no one brought trucks as expected, and not a rental to be found in three counties; once they all got here, it was decided to go out to eat before getting started) but eventually some progress was made, results being that things are pretty well decided and they will return later today with a van (taking majority of items to Goodwill; some furniture going to my sis). I cannot move into the studio apt until tomorrow; I will remain here until then.
The hedonist in me indulged when we went to Yellow Springs for lunch. I purchased several essential oils and a piece of amber (my new apt will have a signature scent), wasabi chips (munching now), and a half pound of chocolate covered espresso beans (reason I am still awake at 5am). The trip to the restaurant had some comic moments; I pretty much behaved myself, but drew a questioning look from the waitress who came to take our drink order when she walked up to find me smelling my fingers and remarking to Sweetie (Weasel's significant other) "Mmm, they still smell like amber". I did campaign to receive a laptop for my birthday (which is Monday) but was informed that the lunch was my gift. I hope they were lying.
Oop, sun is up. I am going to try to take a nap before they get here. Wish me luck.
I made that face a lot yesterday.
Moving update: Still moving to Kettering (on Monday); have everything but one room finished (it is almost done); keeping more things than I expected under advice from Weasel (ebay that!); may be taking Poopie to the pound tomorrow, because his owner was supposed to get him two days ago, but is apparently ducking me (and I feel horrible about being forced to do it).
Actually, things went surprisingly well, so far. There were the usual cat-herding delays associated with doing anything where my family is involved (no one brought trucks as expected, and not a rental to be found in three counties; once they all got here, it was decided to go out to eat before getting started) but eventually some progress was made, results being that things are pretty well decided and they will return later today with a van (taking majority of items to Goodwill; some furniture going to my sis). I cannot move into the studio apt until tomorrow; I will remain here until then.
The hedonist in me indulged when we went to Yellow Springs for lunch. I purchased several essential oils and a piece of amber (my new apt will have a signature scent), wasabi chips (munching now), and a half pound of chocolate covered espresso beans (reason I am still awake at 5am). The trip to the restaurant had some comic moments; I pretty much behaved myself, but drew a questioning look from the waitress who came to take our drink order when she walked up to find me smelling my fingers and remarking to Sweetie (Weasel's significant other) "Mmm, they still smell like amber". I did campaign to receive a laptop for my birthday (which is Monday) but was informed that the lunch was my gift. I hope they were lying.
Oop, sun is up. I am going to try to take a nap before they get here. Wish me luck.
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