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5/29/2007 My life quizThanks to Daddio... My life quiz. And compared to others.
Your Life Analysis:
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5/25/2007 the amazing power of amazon.comMini blog entry~
I got curious about how many songs I hear in my head and can't find a name to put with it. So today I searched for a song that I heard years ago on a trip to Houston and then never heard again. I thought it was catchy, so I just perservered and finally found it! That Amazon.com has an amazing selection of near non-existent music.
For your enjoyment, here's a sample of the song: Mary's Prayer
BTW, I tested negative for Hepatitis C. We have an idea where Hubby could have contracted it, but we'll see. His has not been confirmed yet.
Speaking of amazing, here's a clip of my favorite worship song (at the moment). We go to the contemporary service at my church and we sing this song often. There's never been a time that I've sang this song that I didn't tear up and feel the as if I was worshipping in private. When I sing this, I always feel presence of God.
If you don't listen to this sample, you're missing a wonderful thing.
Your Love Broke Through or You are My King have been credited as th title, but I call it "Amazing Love"
More soon.
xoxo 5/23/2007 Free
Do you ever look at what search requests bring people to your space? With the exception of the guy with the little tallywhacker who couldn’t spell, I think the only other thing I am googled about is the name of a band. I posted an entry, Who Would You Be? on 1/16/2006 and it was about trying to remember who sang a song. In the the entry, I put the lyrics to the song: It's alright now, baby, it's alright now It's alright now, baby, it's alright now Baby, baby, baby, it's alright.
I was hoping someone would leave a comment and tell me who sang it and therefore put me out of my mysery. Didn't happen, so I found out who sang it, and of course being me, I promptly forgot all about it. But over time, the guilt has eaten at me. I see all these poor seekers come by, searching my entry for the name of this group. I have failed to include an update. I can't live with the guilt anymore. So now if anyone looks for it, here it is. The name of the group: The year was 1988. There. Now I feel better.
By the way, one of the few Beatles songs that I like Instant Karma. It doesn't sound quite the same anymore. It's faster somehow. Sign of the times, I guess.
See? I took the test and it's official. I am a General DoGooder. (and pretty darn ugly too, as it would appear. My hair's not nearly that red! I don't know how they got a picture of me while I was taking the test! And I'm taller, too) You scored 73% Do Gooder, 63% Drive, and 60% Intellect! Candy Striper
(That's STRIPER, not Stripper) You are a very helpful person indeed, always ready to lend a hand, ear, shoulder, or any other body part that may be required. You are warm and caring, as well as resourceful and effective. You are actually one of the best categories of human beings on this test. You're smart, but not too smart for your own good. I think you could benefit from some self-preservation because you are such an unselfish giver who is willing to help at a moment's notice. Not that that's a bad thing, just make some time for yourself now and then. The world would benefit from more people like you.
5/18/2007 Ya gotta plan ahead...1. Research the shedding amounts of every breed before you get the dog. 2. Use a stopwatch to keep track of cell phone minutes. “Rollover” does not mean infinity. 3. Figure in the cost of water usage before you buy the ‘big’ pool. 4. Hide the box of Rit dye. It’s vegetable based and considered a food item by some dogs. 5. Buy THE bathing suit when you find it. Someone else will like it, too.
And don't forget to leave a legacy before you go…
Published in the Richmond Times-Dispatch on 7/9/2006- Frederic Arthur (Fred) Clark Frederic Arthur (Fred) Clark, who had tired of reading obituaries noting other's courageous battles with this or that disease, wanted it known that he lost his battle as a result of an automobile accident on June 18, 2006. True to Fred's personal style, his final hours were spent joking with medical personnel while he whimpered, cussed, begged for narcotics and bargained with God to look over his wife and kids. He loved his family. His heart beat faster when his wife of 37 years Alice Rennie Clark entered the room and always saddened a little when she left. His legacy was the good works performed by his sons, Frederic Arthur Clark III and Andrew Douglas Clark MD, PhD., along with Andy's wife, Sara Morgan Clark. Fred's back straightened and chest puffed out when he heard the Star Spangled Banner and his eyes teared when he heard Amazing Grace. He couldn't abide self-important, tight a**es. Always an interested observer of politics (particularly what the process does to its participants), he was amused by politician's outrage when we lied to them and he was always amazed at what the voters would tolerate. His final wishes were "throw the bums out and don't elect lawyers" (though it seems to make little difference). During his life he excelled at mediocrity. He loved to hear and tell jokes, especially short ones due to his limited attention span. He had a life long love affair with bacon, butter, cigars and bourbon. You always knew what Fred was thinking much to the dismay of his friend and family. His sons said of Fred, "he was often wrong, but never in doubt". When his family was asked what they remembered about Fred, they fondly recalled how Fred never peed in the shower - on purpose. He died at MCV Hospital and sadly was deprived of his final wish which was to be run over by a beer truck on the way to the liquor store to buy booze for a double date to include his wife, Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter to crash an ACLU cocktail party. In lieu of flowers, Fred asks that you make a sizable purchase at your local ABC store or Virginia winery (please, nothing French - those a**holes) and get rip roaring drunk at home with someone you love or hope to make love to. Word of caution though, don't go out in public to drink because of the alcohol related laws our elected officials have passed due to their inexplicable terror at the sight of a MADD lobbyist and overwhelming compulsion to meddle in our lives. No funeral or service is planned. However, a party will be held to celebrate Fred's life. It will be held in Midlothian, Va. Email fredsmemory@yahoo.com for more information. Fred's ashes will be fired from his favorite cannon at a private party on the Great Wicomico River where he had a home for 25 years. Additionally, all of Fred's friend (sic) will be asked to gather in a phone booth (to be designated in the future), to have a drink and wonder, "Fred who?"
TTFN, I'm off to work on my own obit.
xoxo
5/15/2007 Sorry...I take that back. My last blog entry does not be pretend to represent normal marital behavior and in no way reflects how I treat my beloved husband. I’ve only seen it done on TV occasionally. We’re having a tiny crisis around here; yesterday, the aforesaid Hubby was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. This situation does not come as a really big surprise, it runs in his family and Hubby does like his food. That’s the reason he gets up at 4:00AM to go to the gym and work out. He plans his daily food consumption based on how hard he works out. There are very few foods that he doesn’t like. Stuff like liver, turnips, etc. He’s not really overweight, maybe 20 pounds or so. Most of the extra poundage is in his shoulders and thighs. He’s built like a linebacker, so even if he did look fat, no one would mention it to him. He’s a big ‘sweetheart of a bear’ kinda guy. He also tested positive for the hepatitis C anti-body, but we have to wait for the next doctor to confirm that diagnosis. We’re not really sure where that could have come from since he doesn’t have any of the risk factors. Chelle finally got her 3rd Taxotere treatment on Monday – only one more to go! We got the pool fired up and did some dipping Saturday afternoon. Not skinny though - we've got neighbors within viewing distance. For your viewing pleasure, I snuck in a little picture of Lola and her favorite kitty, Jop Jop. Till next time ya’ll~ 5/13/2007 Happy Mother's Day!He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard - Not like his mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right, He didn't like the stew... I didn't mend his holy socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. So I turned around, smacked the sh*t out of him...
Just like his mama used to do. 5/9/2007 ShamelessAnyone who is thinking about giving a donation to the breast cancer foundation should listen up. My sister, Chelle (37, was diagnosed last October with breast cancer), has two friends that are participating in The Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure 3-Day, 60 mile walk in her honor. Their personal pages are here:
and
Or if you just want to look, go to 3-Day
ok, enough shameless begging.
xoxo 5/6/2007 WeekendsMy sister, Chelle, invited me to go with her to a festival in a neighboring town on Friday. Her son is in the choir and it was their first out-of-town concert and she wanted to see it. Then afterward, the choir (and Chelle and I) planned on going to a really nice mall in the metroplex to shop and eat an early dinner. Since The Princess doesn’t usually go to school on Friday, I planned on taking her with us. Thursday morning, Chelle called to say that she didn’t think she would feel like doing that much activity and that she decided to stay home, instead. I told The Princess and she decided to go to school on Friday because it was “Camo Day”. Everyone was to be dressed in camouflage and they were getting their faces painted. Then Thursday night, Chelle called back and said that she had decided to go, that she would just take a rest when she needed to. Arggghhhh. By that time though, I couldn’t go because I was the only person available to pick up The Princess from school. I forced you to read through this long, boring explanation just to tell you that The Princess spent Friday night and almost all day Saturday with us. After watching a movie and before petting her hair, when we were in bed, she reminded me that we have to say our prayers. Every time we say our nightly prayers, we always add “and no bad dreams for Grace, please”. Even though she has never had a nightmare, she has heard about them and doesn’t want one. Grace is big believer in prayer. Saturday afternoon, she wanted a snow cone and I couldn’t find my snow cone machine. So she said, “Let’s pray and ask God to help us find it!” So we did and of course, I found it. Most of the day on Saturday, she rode around with PawPaw on the lawnmower. We discussed my growing cat population and she tried to find the babies after PawPaw said that he had seen some playing by the house. I found some tonight and let Lola smell them. They still have blue eyes - that's how young they are. But one of them was ready to take Lola on if the going got rough. I cringe when I think about trying to round them all up and hand them over to the humane society. I’ll probably hand a couple of hundred bucks over to the volunteers as a bribe. Is that against the law? Probably not. If ya’ll have noticed my lack of inspiration and visitation, it’s because my Internet connection was partially severed by Hubby last weekend. He thought he had it put back together, but just about the time he left to go out of town, it began to fail me. Since I had some intermittent Internet activity and the TV worked (they are on the same cable), I thought it might be the modem, so I went to the cable company and exchanged it. I worked with it off and on, determined NOT to deal with a technician (and pay extra) because my computer is in my bedroom, and that’s just creepy. I decided to tackle it myself. I talked to my SIL (he works for the cable/internet company) and he explained why it worked some of the time and sometimes not. With all the rain we had, I couldn’t get out there to do it until yesterday. So finally this afternoon, Hubby fixed it for good. For future reference, I may need to put up one of those signs that say: Caution. Buried cable. Do not dig here. Tonight, I gave Hubby the first of his bi-weekly ‘summer’ haircuts. Not a burr, but a very short one, nonetheless. Hubby has an unreal amount of hair and it grows fast. Evidently it gets too hot in the summertime. His hair grows so fast that when I make a mistake – and I’ve made a lot of them, usually with the clippers – he’s not upset. He does get upset however, when I cut his upper lip while trimming his mustache! Can’t say that I blame him. If you notice in the new photo album, Baby Jack has apparently learned to read. I'm not sure how much he absorbs, but I've always believed it's the effort you put forth that gets you where you want to be.
Spring storms are expected to flare up again this week, so ya’ll take care. xoxo
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