Where'd that snow storm go? I had an early appointment in the city and got a hotel room with other friends so I could assure a safe arrival because of the snow storm we were expecting. We were to get 6-12 inches between 3 and 6am. When I got up at 6, we had about 2 inches and traffic was breezing along nicely. After the appt, we went to Bruegger's Bagels and indulged our caffeine and sugar fixes. So I've not been to sleep yet, but I wanted to unwind a moment online and then I'm putting it to bed. Right after I visit a couple of blogs....just a few. Then. I. will. sleep......

We've got a winter storm coming sometime late tonight or early tomorrow morning. I have to go out early in the morning and I'm worried about driving in it.

I'm downloading the new Mozilla Firefox. I've been using the Mozilla Firebird. I log onto the internet with AOL, minimize it, and then pull up Mozilla to use for my browser. I've tried many browsers, but I'm favoring Mozilla lately.

At 3 minutes til 6:00 last night, Skyler says, "Oh, Mom, I've got to be at gym at 6:00!" We rush around looking for shoes and coats and hairbrushes and are out of the door by 6:01; at the school by 6:07. Fortunately, we're 2 miles from her school. Love those last minute scrambles.

Kane's cat came home. Wilson was missing for about two weeks and it wasn't looking real good. Cat love is different than dog love. Dog love is reciprocal. Actually, you don't have to even give dog love to receive dog love. But cat's are so fickle. They don't usually express their love the way we'd like them to.

You watch a film for many reasons. Content, usually. Or to see the actors in the film. And because their talent transends the screen, pulls you in, and their voice echoes throughout leaving you transfixed with the characterization so pure you never want the performance to end. Like Dame Maggie Smith's portrayal of Mrs. Emily Delahunty in My House In Umbria. Simply enchanting.

A dozen long-stemmed red noses for your Valentine Bozo.

Sister Stacey Patrick has a fun quiz to try out. Your birth date describes who we are, what we are good at, and what our inborn abilities are. It also points to what we have to learn and the challenges we are facing. I was #5-The Nonconformist. What a surprise.

Snatching more goodies from Shirl today!

I say ... and you think ... ?

1. Identity:: crisis
   
2. Reveal:: poker
   
3. Live:: at Leed's
   
4. Attitude:: adjustment
   
5. Night:: falls on Manhattan
   
6. Nevada::brothels
   
7. Weekend::warriors
   
8. Write::instead of wasting time. =)
   
9. Friend::life's hearbeat
   
10. Seventeen::Janis Ian
    

From Unconscious Mutterings

Ballet shoes- beautiful, graceful, and creative,
you enjoy dancing writing and music. You are
often very poetic and sometimes dramatic. You
keep to yourself aside from a few close friends
that you can relate to. [please vote! thank
you! :)]


What Kind of Shoe Are You?
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Found at Shirl's. That's appropriate, I suppose, having had several years of dance. I have an old pair of black shoes like this picture I still wear around the house. They're leather with suede patches on the bottom, so they're not made to wear outdoors. As a matter of fact, Robin and I have a pair of silver tap shoes saved, with about a 2-inch heel, and a thin strap, that each of us claim as our own. I've not tried to sullap-ball-change (tap), do a walk-over (acrobatics), or grande jet� (ballet) in a long, long time. It would not be a pretty picture.

Anathea left a good soup recipe in a post below with mostly squash-- a family favorite. We really enjoy fried squash. Sliced thinly and dipped in egg/milk, then dregged in corn meal with a little salt & petter. Fry it in the skillet with oil. Same as fried green tomatos. And if you cook it just right, the calories will magically disappear. You know we flour and fry everything here in the South. You learn it at your Mother or Grandmother's knee. Fortunately, we stopped that tradition after we became a little more informed and probably only eat something fried about 3 or 4 times a year.