Whenever I upload an image through blogger, I never know what size I'll end up with. This little string doll is "Cupid" and is handmade in Thailand from one string. They're keychains. I thought they were sweet.

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tagged by the always delightful Shirl, who's comments have done a disappearing act this morning!


5 things in my refrigerator:

1. Soy milk
2. chicken salad
3. protein drink
4. water
5. wine


5 things in my closet:

1. shoes, handbags, clothes
2. scales
3. air purifier
4. briefcase
5. jewelry box from Seoul

5 things in my purse:

1. phone
2. wallet
3. Dad's lucky buckeye
4. lipstick
5. Purell

5 things in my car:

1. doggie seat belt
2. waste basket
3. incense
4. post-its
5. hand-held poker game

5 people that get tagged:

Any five who want to!

Happiness is...

when your Mother brings the beaters and bowl soaked in brownie batter for you to lick, just like she did when you were small!


I think she enjoys it as much as I do. She just lights up when she brings me the bowl from a cake or brownies, etc.

Southern Charm

Two nicely dressed ladies happen to start up a conversation during an endless wait in the LAX airport. The first lady was an arrogant California woman married to a wealthy man. The second was a well mannered elderly woman from the South.

When the conversation centered on whether they had any children the California woman started by saying, "When my first child was born, my husband built a beautiful mansion for me." The lady from the South commented, "Well, isn't that precious?"

The first woman continued, "When my second child was born, my husband bought me a beautiful Mercedes-Benz." Again, the lady from the South commented, "Well, isn't that precious?"

The first woman continued boasting, "Then, when my third child was born, my husband bought me this exquisite diamond bracelet" Yet again, the Southern lady commented, "Well, isn't that precious?"

The first woman then asked her companion, "What did your husband buy for you when you had your first child?"

"My husband sent me to charm school," declared the Southern lady.

"Charm school?" the first woman cried, "Oh my God! What on earth for?" asked the first woman.

The Southern lady responded, "Well for example, instead of saying "Who gives a shit?" I learned to say, "Well, isn't that precious?"

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Aren't these wild? Found at Shirl's site

Whoa! When the local weather report keeps showing a thermometer on fire, you know it's gonna be another hot day! What are you doing to keep cool? I've cornered the market on koolaid, apple juice, oj, and Dole's frozen fruit and juice bars. Whew!

Word Cloud

For authors' works, poetry or for website owners to put in the website address and get back a fun .jpg.

Found at Tish�s site.

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Who wants Doughnuts?

Memphis Mafia, Old Dirty Bastard, Dirty Snowballs, Grape Ape, and C*ck-n-Balls (Bachelorette party favorite).

Even though three local Dunkin' Donuts (Portland, OR) went out of business within Voodoo Doughnut's first three years of business, the concept behind the shop strays wildly from its major competitor. Voodoo caters to partiers by staying open all night and creating a circus-like atmosphere with eating contests and eclectic live music. Doughnuts cost between 85� and $4.95.

Always great to see the locals having such good success. [via]

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The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee... Something to think about.

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A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, " I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things-your God, your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions-things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.The sand is everything else-the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18 holes. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal." Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.

Oh, man. What a dream I had last night; actually early this morning. I dreamed I went back home to see my husband and daughter after staying with my Mother and my husband had on all these new clothes. He tried to brush it off, but something felt suspicious about it, because he doesn't care one bit about clothes and he was also acting a little odd. I left and came back later to catch him off guard and that's when I found my husband in bed with another woman. His ex-wife.

And his ex-wife just happened to be the bleached blonde actress Loni Anderson. (Of course I'm dreaming now, right?) So I jumped right on top of her, straddling her and began wailing away. I started yelling at him that I was trying to be so cool-- treating his ex-wife so kind and now he does this to me. I then grabbed a radio and smashed it over her head, but it really didn't phase her.

Somehow I left the room and came back and she was still in bed with him, but now he had his arm around her comforting her.

Grrrr. I was REALLY mad. I looked around, saw a can of gasoline and began pouring it on her. He took the gas can from me and began pouring it all over the floor... and then...

...and then my dog, Buddy, woke me up to go outside. I let him out and started the coffeemaker, staring out the window wondering what it all meant.

Oh, no. I just found out that Estel, my brother-in-law passed away this morning. He was Robin's first husband. They'd been divorced for years, but was like a family member to us and was a friend of my first husband's. (We may need a score card)

He also had HepC, like she did. Damn this HepC all to hell. He'd been terminal for the past year, so it wasn't a big surprise to hear that he'd passed, but it sure does hurt. He absolutely adored Robin. She had that effect on people.

I just lit two candles on my altar beside a picture of Robin and I placed a picture I had of them both together by the candles. I lit some incense, rang a tiny brass bell, got out my handkerchief and sat down to write this.

Damn.