tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146810942008-06-29T10:25:36.225-07:00Lunatic Ramblingsadenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comBlogger181125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-17046770929697172872008-06-28T19:50:00.000-07:002008-06-28T19:53:12.650-07:00Teacher, I finished my assignment!<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >So, there was this writing meme making the circuit. Well, it didn't start out as a writing meme, but </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://iron-fist.net/2008/06/14/five-pieces/">Vahid</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" > turned it into something fabulous, and then </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.snackiepoo.com/blog/2008/06/tiny-little-pieces-of-the-girl/">Hilly quickly followed.</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >I thought about doing it myself, because I'd like to fancy myself a writer, after all. But, I was worried. What if my contribution sucked? But, today, I bit the bullet, and sat down and quickly wrote something out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Here's my attempt.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >So, the idea is, take these five questions and answer them...creatively!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >1.What were you doing 10 years ago?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >2. What five things are on your to-do list for today?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >3. Snacks I enjoy…</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >4. Things I would do if I was a billionaire…</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >5. Places I have lived…</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >And here I go. Be gentle with my delicate writer's soul....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >1. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >She stared at the bleak landscape surrounding her, and watched quietly as the tumbleweed bounced along, pacing the truck. Had she really gotten up enough courage to leave everything she had ever known? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Leaving an abusive relationship had been hard enough…there had been all the drama that surrounded that sort of thing. The fear, the loss of everything she owned, the court proceedings that had been there to protect her…but, she hadn’t been entirely sure that they would be enough. She didn’t trust her ex, and when she found out he had conveniently moved 2 blocks away from her new place, she knew it was time to leave.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >But, this? Packing up and moving to a state she’d never even been to before? This was reckless! She turned and gazed at the boy driving the truck. He’d been her best friend through all of the craziness of the last year, and somehow that friendship had turned to something more. She was still kind-of amazed about that.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >He had known she was scared and unhappy about the situation with her ex, so one day he took her to the park, set her down on the grass, and pulled out a map of the United States.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >“Close your eyes and point.” He’d said.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >“Why?” she’d asked, but did it anyways. She opened her eyes, and her finger was resting on Colorado.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >“How do you feel about the mountains?” he grinned.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >So, now, a few weeks later, they were on their way…off to a new state, a new life…something entirely different.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >She closed her eyes and breathed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >2. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >She stared at the computer screen. She’d never been one for lists, but she read somewhere they were supposed to make things easier.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >She quickly typed. #1- “Clean the house.” She looked around at the disaster surrounding her, and quickly erased it. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Let’s try this again. #1- “Write.” She opened Word, and stared at the manuscript. She sighed. Not today…the damn muse was hiding again. She closed down Word, and erased that suggestion. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Okay…think…. #1- “Eat something.” That was easy enough. A few minutes later, she was back at the list. Did that really count? Probably not. She sighed, and hit delete.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >#1- “Do some laundry.” Fuck. That would involve organizing clothes. She quickly erased it, thought a moment, and then smiled. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >#1- “Go to best friend’s house, drink and watch movies.” She stared at the list and nodded. Well, at least she could accomplish one thing today! Lists were stupid, anyhow.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >3. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >She downed the Dr. Pepper, and grabbed a few pieces of hard candy. The junk food expo was great, and she was having a grand time gaining a million pounds. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >She’d already eaten some Smartfood popcorn, washed it down with a slurpee, and then followed that with some Hostessy goodness. She took another swig of her soda, and listened to her stomach make accusing noises at her.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Maybe she’d go to the veggie convention next week, after all.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >4. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >She stared at the mountains surrounding her. Was she really in Scotland? It seemed like only yesterday she’d sold the film rights to her first mega-successful novel for the unheard of sum of 1 billion dollars, and now here she was! Glencoe was as beautiful as everyone promised!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Next on the itinerary was Ireland, because she was Irish, after all. She always believed that if she stepped foot on the soil there, something magical would happen. She wanted to go there first, really, but she realized she had to wait. Something in her had somehow always missed a place she’d never even been to before, and that feeling had always thrown her off a bit. But, she’d wanted to see Scotland, too…so, she went there first…leaving Ireland’s magic until last.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >She was glad she’d been able to make sure her closest friends never had to worry about money again, and she’d already bought a house. That was quickly followed by the purchase of a new car that actually ran, she sent her kids off to have fun at various camps, and then she went on this vacation of a lifetime…by herself. She breathed in the fresh air, and watched the mists roll over the mountains, and smiled. Life was good.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >5. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >She gazed out at the ocean. There was nothing like the Oregon Coast. It was the most beautiful place she’d ever been, thus far, and she wondered how she had ever managed to live away from the Ocean. There was something about the water that instantly put her at ease, and made everything calm inside of her.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Colorado had been beautiful, but she missed the ocean so much when she was there. The lakes were gorgeous, yes, but they weren’t the same. They couldn’t compete with the ocean.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >California had the ocean, too…but, it was different. Too glitzy, too perfect…it didn’t have the rugged, wild beauty that the Oregon beaches did. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >She sat down on the cold sand, and watched the crashing waves roll towards her…reveling in the feel of the water tickling her toes. </span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-27788631810506857072008-06-11T07:37:00.000-07:002008-06-11T12:14:11.304-07:00Murder: In Two Parts<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Scene One-</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Setting- Pristine, clean house...quiet before bedtime.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Woman- Hey can you make sure the house stays clean before you come to bed? I worked all day cleaning it, and I know how you are.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Man- No problem. I doubt I'll move off of this couch, anyhow.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Scene Two- </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >*Five Hours Later* Woman wakes up and goes downstairs to find house DESTROYED. Clothes strewn everywhere, food on floor in both living room AND kitchen, plates and bowls on furniture and floor, food and utensils and gunk all over kitchen, trail of popcorn leading from kitchen to living room, Hansel and Gretel style...etc, etc...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Woman spends 20 minutes cleaning at 3 am, and then stomps upstairs, where man is awake and looking suspiciously like he "wants" something. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Woman- DON'T even think about it!! If you think you're getting anything after I had to clean up a giant mess that you were SUPPOSED to contain, then you're sadly mistaken.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Man- </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >*looking GENUINELY affronted*</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" > B-but....I DID contain it!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >*stunned silence*</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Woman- To </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >what</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >?? The INSIDE of the house??</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >fin</span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-57069831326602209052008-06-04T22:09:00.000-07:002008-06-04T22:13:04.319-07:00Stealing Mosaics.<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Stealing this from Karl, who stole it from someone else, who stole it from someone else...(Lather, Rinse, Repeat.)</span> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><strong>The concept:</strong><br />1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into <a href="http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=&amp;w=all" target="_blank">Flickr Search</a>.<br />2. Using only the first page of results, pick one image.<br />3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into <a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php" target="_blank">Big Huge Lab’s Mosaic Maker</a> to create a mosaic of the picture answers.</p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><strong>The questions:</strong><br />1. What is your first name?<br />2. What is your favorite food? right now?<br />3. What high school did you go to?<br />4. What is your favorite color?<br />5. Who is your celebrity crush?<br />6. What is your favorite drink?<br />7. What is your dream vacation?<br />8. What is your favorite dessert?<br />9. What do you want to be when you grow up?<br />10. What do you love most in life?<br />11. What is one word that describes you?<br />12. What is your flickr name?</p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">And my resulting mosaic? Click on it for a bigger view.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/SEd1qU6Gn7I/AAAAAAAAALo/joKxSsex5is/s1600-h/mosaic1806137.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/SEd1qU6Gn7I/AAAAAAAAALo/joKxSsex5is/s400/mosaic1806137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208260864104636338" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >1. </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mlindqvist/2045386688/">Adena Mound</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >, 2. </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/visbeek/1504950805/">The famous Fly Mushroom</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >, 3. </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23789218@N03/2401496189/">T&amp;E General Store</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >, 4. </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tommymartin/1311416105/">Greener Pastures</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >, 5. </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12499097@N03/1291142637/">264319~Gerard-Butler-Posters</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >, 6. </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/darwinbell/249153647/">Drink Dr. Pepper!</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >, 7. </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/85152114@N00/2484405782/">Glencoe</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >, 8. </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kmsiever/189701592/">Candy</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >, 9. </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oddball7/2272395700/">The Writer</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >, 10. </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daiharuki/360064291/">Snowmen family in TX</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >, 11. </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cafrine/2496970172/">Dork.</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >, 12. </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deenerann/2408593463/">Dominoes</a>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-10641953669249248532008-05-20T17:03:00.000-07:002008-05-20T17:38:51.905-07:00I've Just Discovered a New Psychiatric Problem!!<span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">So, today I'm at the counter at a gov't agency, talking to the lady behind the desk.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Another lady, who had been sitting, filling out paperwork at a table, got up and hesitantly walked towards us. Once she reached us, she asked "Do you have a dictionary?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">The girl behind the counter said no, so English nerd me asked her what she was trying to spell.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">She said "Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">So, I started to spell it, but judging from the panicked look I was getting I decided to ask her "Well, let me see what you have written, and I'll tell you if it's right."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">She shows me her paperwork, and it says...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">"Post Dramatic Stress Syndrome."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">O.M.G.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I'm seriously patting myself on the back for not busting out laughing, because I SOOOO wanted to! Instead, I just managed to say "Um...It's not DRAMATIC....it's TRAUMATIC."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">She looked at me completely blankly, so I just told her to write down the letters as I said them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Whooo Boy. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Sometimes people scare me. </span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-87857331091422634082008-05-08T20:32:00.000-07:002008-05-08T20:42:00.935-07:00ambivalence.<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >I don't know why I've been neglecting this blog so much. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >It used to be that it was my writing outlet, because I was too lazy to sit and actually write something more than a 4 minute blurb about something. I've always had to have some sort of creative outlet in my life to keep me (semi) sane...whether it be writing, art, music...whatever. Just something that I'm actually CREATING. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >And for a while there, this blog was that.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >But, now I've been actually, really, honest-to-God writing (Like in WORD! OMFG, amazing!!) and I haven't really needed this outlet that bad. What I've been doing probably isn't that great, but it's still mine, and I'm still creating...even if it's horrible.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >I also used to blog to keep track of all my friends I've made in bloggy-land, but now Twitter has pretty much taken over THAT little necessity! (Because, honestly, what BETTER way to keep track of people than 140 character blurbs??) Ha.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >I used to post photos here, but now I have Flickr to do that.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >My poor blog has been outsourced. Which is really, really ironic, actually.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >So, here I sit in my darkened living room, listening to the sound of the washing machine playing behind Mat Kearney playing through my earbuds....staring at a half finished manuscript on my computer, and neglecting my poor, pathetic blog.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >I honestly don't know how I feel about that.</span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-86572653440563744442008-04-18T19:10:00.000-07:002008-04-18T19:16:47.354-07:00Tattooed Thoughts?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/SAlVij2KiTI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZI5fXrh0XNo/s1600-h/tatt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/SAlVij2KiTI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZI5fXrh0XNo/s320/tatt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190774097747544370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">So, the written part I already have tattooed. I have it just below my neck, between my shoulder blades. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">It translates to "Write."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">The rest of it, I want to have added. A book with blank pages. Telling me to hurry up and fill them, already!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">This is just a <span style="font-style: italic;">rough</span> sketch, and will be much better once actually drawn on me. The book will be further up, on my neck, and the stars will look better, probably smaller and more stylized - cascading down my neck and around the writing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">What do you all think? Yay? Nay?....</span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-40379283302611165602008-04-16T19:46:00.001-07:002008-04-16T19:46:44.788-07:00Scarily True.<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" ><br /><strong>Your Slogan Should Be</strong><br /></span></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><br /><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theslogangenerator/slogan.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br />Between Love and Madness Lies Adena<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theslogangenerator/">The Slogan Generator</a></div>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-75093450535153119892008-04-13T09:02:00.000-07:002008-04-13T09:14:07.099-07:00Ghost Forest<span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">So, every once in a great while, the Coast has a big storm that is strong enough to wash away significant amounts of sand from the beaches.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">And, sometimes, when that happens it uncovers something ancient.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/SAIvDD2KiRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/e3GiiE0G754/s1600-h/ghost+B%26W.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/SAIvDD2KiRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/e3GiiE0G754/s400/ghost+B%26W.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188761450302834962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">This is called a "Ghost Forest", and it's the stumps of trees that are around 2000-4000 years old and were suddenly buried in some sort of cataclysmic event. It buried them so quickly that it preserved them in their normal positions. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Usually, they are covered by the sand, with only the tops of one or two of them poking their heads out....but, with this last storm that blew through, it uncovered an entire forest.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I have more pictures </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deenerann/">here</a><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">The pictures don't really do justice to how cool it was. Some of the stumps were almost as tall as me, and with all the water rushing around them, it was very surreal, and very, very beautiful.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">So, we spent a gorgeous day at the beach, but my camera ran out of juice by the end. Somehow, the camera gods were smiling at me, and I caught this picture in a split second moment:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/SAIwRD2KiSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_HAXWbLhYW4/s1600-h/dominoes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/SAIwRD2KiSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_HAXWbLhYW4/s400/dominoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188762790332631330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I freaking love it. I may blow it up and have it framed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I love the beach, and although I only live about 45 minutes from it, I don't go nearly enough. I need to change that, I'm thinking...</span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-68556224462885651552008-04-05T23:07:00.001-07:002008-04-05T23:08:22.310-07:00Drawing<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deenerann/2391817140/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/2391817140_b23f54bdbb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" > <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deenerann/2391817140/">Colored Pencil Drawing</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/deenerann/">deenerann</a> </span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I haven't drawn in ages, and I have a zillion sets of colored pencils around. I hardly ever use them, usually preferring Graphite...but, tonight I pulled these out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">One thing about colored pencil. NO ERASING!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">This whole thing was drawn w/o erasing, which is why her eyes are all wonky. I want to erase one of them and fix it right, but I can't. So here's the final, imperfect drawing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">The scanner didn't pick up the correct color...her hair is actually a lot blonder, and her skin is a warmer peach...but, I can't get it to scan the color correctly. Alas.</span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-89706506776275964492008-04-05T10:38:00.001-07:002008-04-05T11:15:30.961-07:00Dramaz!<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#003300;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">Okay, semi-serious post. I didn't sleep well last night, and I'll probably just wind up rambling incoherently, but I'm honestly curious. </span><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">So, without further ado....</span><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">MAN, there's a lot of drama going on in the blog-o-sphere right now! (And, no, I won't link to any of it...this is just a generalized statement, without pointing fingers.)</span><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">I'm as guilty as anyone in reading it all when it happens (kind-of the train wreck mentality, ya' know?)...but, when it comes to jumping in to any of it, I tend to stand WAY back at the far end of the room, and just watch. I don't really want to be involved in all that. </span><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">One of my bestest friends does it all the time in chat rooms....does it for fun...and I think it's hysterical sometimes the way she can get people to completely FREAK out by just writing...but, personally, I tend to steer clear of it. Maybe I do that in real life, too. </span><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">I mean, I can </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">fight</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"> with the best of them. I'm a redhead, and I've got a lot of Irish/Gaelic in me, and when I fight, I FIGHT (as anyone who really knows me can attest to)...but, it takes a huge amount of crap to get me to that point. </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#003300;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#003300;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">Normally, the main thing I do is I jump in with quiet sarcastic / snide little comments directed at people, and I know I do that a</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"> lot</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">. That's actually probably worse than just openly freaking out on someone...but, I HATE confrontation, for the most part. (Although, that all goes out the window if we're talking about relationships. Then, confront away!! I'm ALL about the big fight if you're actually in a relationship w/ someone. MUCH better than silently stewing.)</span><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">So, I guess...I just want to know why some people seem to feed and thrive on causing as much shit as possible online? Personally, I come online to escape all the crap and drama of my real life. I don't know as it would make me feel any better to have it going on all around me online, too. </span><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">I don't blog a lot of personal stuff. Yeah, I post about my kids sometimes, but mainly I try to be entertaining and funny on the blog, or just write quick little random thoughts (although, Twitter has taken that away from my blog. Much easier to Twitter all that.) Anyhow, I just never thought anyone wanted to hear about my everyday dramaz shit...so, I made the decision to not really blog about any of that. </span><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">I have made some real friends online, and if I'm having a bad day, or whatever, I usually get emails asking about it. I'm totally fine with that. If you're openly ASKING about my shit, I'll tell you, but I won't just force it on the unsuspecting reading public. </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#003300;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#003300;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">Which is probably exactly why I've been neglecting the blog so much. If I have nothing amusing to write, I won't do it. If I'm feeling insecure and shitty about myself, then I won't have anything amusing to write. There's the rub. I've been in a bit of a downward slump as far as how I feel about myself, my writing...everything. I'd rather just read about other people's lives than bore you with my own.</span><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">So, here's the question...for those of you that like jumping into all the drama, and stirring the proverbial online pot....</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">why</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">? I'm not trying to be bitchy...I just honestly want to know. Maybe it's something I should do </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">more</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"> of....I don't know. I'm an opinionated bitch in my own mind, believe me...and my brain is always going a million miles a minute about things, but I tend to monitor what I say or do very carefully. Believe me, there is an INORDINATE amount of catty stuff going on in my head that most people will never know about. Maybe that's a problem I need to address? I dunno. </span><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">I'm not trying to start a flame war, believe me. Just be honest, K?</span><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">That's it. </span><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)">Forum's open. Have at it.</span><br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#003300;"></span></span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-1512307307110144522008-04-03T19:32:00.000-07:002008-04-03T19:52:19.321-07:00Bored, Ver. 2.1<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >The weather here is schizophrenic. Two days ago it was snowing. Today it was about 65 degrees and sunny. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >My poor flowers in the front yard are so confused.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Also, change of subject, but...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >I love FireFox...I really do...but, after so many years of using IE ingrained in my brain, I <span style="font-style: italic;">totally</span> forget about the tabs in FF.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >And, when I DO use them, I instantly forget they're there and move on to other things, with tabs still open in the background. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >So, um...if some people are looking at their blog stats, and wondering why the hell there's an IP from Salem, OR hanging out on their blogs for HOURS....um, yeah...sorry about that.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >You don't have a stalker. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >I'm just an idiot.</span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-51904475987871649112008-03-22T18:44:00.001-07:002008-03-22T18:45:44.983-07:00Dear Shopper at Wal-Mart:<span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Maybe you should reconsider this outfit:</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R-W2HZ4FIFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ODOtt_BagvE/s1600-h/attachment.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R-W2HZ4FIFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ODOtt_BagvE/s400/attachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180747184681066578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">That is all.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Love, </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Me.</span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-13044774228734353062008-03-19T22:00:00.000-07:002008-03-20T18:06:48.880-07:00MOVIES!<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Got this from <a href="http://www.snackiepoo.com/">Hilly</a><a href="http://www.snackiepoo.com/">.</a>..and, as promised...another Meme!</span><br /><br /><p face="arial" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><strong>* Pick 15 of your favorite movies<br />* Go to IMDB and find a quote from each movie (or quote them from memory because you are that bad ass)<br />* Post them on your blog for everyone to guess<br />* Fill in the film title once it’s been guessed</strong></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><strong>These are your rules:</strong><br /><strong>* No Googling or using IMDB search functions (Don’t cheat!)<br />* Leave your answer(s) in the comments</strong></p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><strong>And here they are....in NO particular order...</strong></p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">1. "Yes! You taught me that people will do anything for a potato."<br /><br />2. "There can be no victory here... why do you smile?"<br /><br />3. "I can't help thinking that at some point someone is going to produce a piglet and we'll all have to chase it."<br /><br />4. "Gentlemen, good luck. If you need me, I shall be in Australia."<br /><br />5. "Just look at the face: it's vacant, with a hint of sadness. Like a drunk who's lost a bet." <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">-Lucretia (aka GeekMommy)! "Shaun of the Dead"</span><br /><br />6. "I know what you would say, and it would seem like wisdom, but for the warning in my heart."<br /><br />7. "A man tells so many stories, that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal."<br /><br />8. "It's the end of the month, they're out of toilet seat covers!"<br /><br />9. "She's gone. She gave me a pen. I gave her my heart, she gave me a pen." -<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><a href="http://www.snackiepoo.com/">Hilly!</a> "Say Anything"</span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a href="http://www.snackiepoo.com/"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></a><br /><br />10. "Nah. The last tour I did was ten years ago. It was Aerosmith, but they've gone and cleaned up their act. It's all wheatgrass juice and fuckin' pumpkin seeds. I hope you guys are still crazy, or I'm outta here."<br /><br />11. "I had two heart attacks, an abortion, did crack... while I was pregnant. Other than that, I'm fine." - <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><a href="http://www.blogography.com/">Dave! </a>"Amelie"</span><br /><br />12. "Back when I was picking beans in Guatemala, we used to make fresh coffee, right off the trees I mean. That was good. This is shit but, hey, I'm in a police station." -<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><a href="http://kapgar.typepad.com/">Kapgar!</a> "The Usual Suspects"</span><br /><br />13. "I'm not a witch, I'm your wife. But after what you just said, I'm not even sure I want to be that any more." -<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Again, Kapgar! "The Princess Bride"</span><br /><br />14. "I swallowed a bug."<br /><br />15. "It's hell out there. Matthew's trapped with an evangelist from Minnesota."</p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">There you have it!! Have fun!<br /></p><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-25702011094029650632008-03-16T12:01:00.000-07:002008-03-16T12:13:22.570-07:00Plea.<object height="35" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.utterz.com/fp/embed_aud.swf?1204402825"><param name="flashvars" value="utt_id=NTA1MDg0OQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;wu=NDk1NTkzNA"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.utterz.com/fp/embed_aud.swf?1204402825" flashvars="utt_id=NTA1MDg0OQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;wu=NDk1NTkzNA" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="35" width="400"></embed></object>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-47196088377512674852008-03-16T11:14:00.000-07:002008-03-16T11:46:20.812-07:00Lazy.<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >A Meme In Pictures</span><div class="entry"><div class="snap_preview"> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Here’s how it works:<br />1. Go to <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.photobucket.com" title="photobucket" target="_blank">www.photobucket.com</a><br />2. Type in your answer to the question in the “search” box<br />3. <strike>Use only the first page</strike><br />4. Insert the picture into your Blog</p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">1.) What is your Relationship Status?</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91lo1mv_mI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lc8MjS4HIp8/s1600-h/question1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91lo1mv_mI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lc8MjS4HIp8/s320/question1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178406898804719202" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">2)What is your current mood?</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91lw1mv_nI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IDtMKH06haA/s1600-h/Question2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91lw1mv_nI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IDtMKH06haA/s320/Question2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178407036243672690" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">3.) Who is your Favorite Band / Artist?</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91l6Fmv_oI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QcTzRyfOQLY/s1600-h/question3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91l6Fmv_oI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QcTzRyfOQLY/s320/question3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178407195157462658" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">4.) What is your Favorite Movie?</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91m31mv_tI/AAAAAAAAAJU/h4tqni5uzc4/s1600-h/Question4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91m31mv_tI/AAAAAAAAAJU/h4tqni5uzc4/s320/Question4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178408256014384850" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">5.) What kind of pet do you have?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91mHFmv_qI/AAAAAAAAAI8/adMiJHjkF9k/s1600-h/question5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91mHFmv_qI/AAAAAAAAAI8/adMiJHjkF9k/s320/question5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178407418495762082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >6.) Where do you live?<br /><br /></span><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91mHFmv_rI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SWGtBdqkVyo/s1600-h/Question6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91mHFmv_rI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SWGtBdqkVyo/s320/Question6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178407418495762098" border="0" /></a></p><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">7.) Where do you work?</span><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91mHVmv_sI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LKcWNhJb3PY/s1600-h/question7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91mHVmv_sI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LKcWNhJb3PY/s320/question7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178407422790729410" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">8.) What do you look like?</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91nJ1mv_uI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pVvdbvN88ms/s1600-h/question8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91nJ1mv_uI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pVvdbvN88ms/s320/question8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178408565252030178" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">9.) What do you drive?</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91nKFmv_vI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IEcNo8bR7XM/s1600-h/question9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91nKFmv_vI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IEcNo8bR7XM/s320/question9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178408569546997490" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">10)What did you do last night?</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91oQFmv_1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ekPt57Fuv3c/s1600-h/questionFourteen.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91oQFmv_1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ekPt57Fuv3c/s320/questionFourteen.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178409772137840466" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">11.) What is your Favorite TV Show?</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91nKVmv_xI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3ISDcAfcOpc/s1600-h/QuestionEleven.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91nKVmv_xI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3ISDcAfcOpc/s320/QuestionEleven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178408573841964818" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">12.) Describe yourself:</p> <p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91oQFmv_0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Pxt74srxvmM/s1600-h/questionTwelve.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91oQFmv_0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Pxt74srxvmM/s320/questionTwelve.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178409772137840450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >13)What are you doing today?</span></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91oPlmv_zI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hJylTNwb1Uk/s1600-h/QuestionThirteen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91oPlmv_zI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hJylTNwb1Uk/s320/QuestionThirteen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178409763547905842" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">14.) What is your Name?</p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91oQVmv_2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/MV3y50zqmh4/s1600-h/Questionfifteen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91oQVmv_2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/MV3y50zqmh4/s320/Questionfifteen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178409776432807778" border="0" /></a>15.) What’s your Favorite Candy?</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91o6Vmv_3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/dHqw2bql5Mo/s1600-h/questionsixteen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R91o6Vmv_3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/dHqw2bql5Mo/s320/questionsixteen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178410497987313522" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f1/kasie32/random/?action=view&amp;current=thanks-black-licorice-1.jpg" target="_blank"><br /></a></p> </div> </div>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-39590321636351795042008-02-29T18:13:00.000-08:002008-02-29T18:29:30.453-08:00Self-Control<strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">So, I'm standing in line at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wal</span>-Mart, in their customer service area.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;">In front of me stands this girl. She's probably like 13-14, there with her probably 19-20 year old boyfriend (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">eww</span>...but, it IS <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wal</span>-Mart...) </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;">ANYHOW...her outfit. Oh my god, her <em>outfit</em>!! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;">This is where self-control comes into play, because I was dying...<em>dying</em>...to take a picture of her with my cell. But, there were equally scary people behind me, and I was afraid that if they saw me taking pics of the obviously underage girl in front of me...well....Yeah. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;">Self-Control, Adena.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;">So, I'll try and explain in the best detail I can:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;">Starting at her head...she was wearing a white hat, straight out of the 60's. You know, kinda like a bubbly baseball cap w/ a little ball on top?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;">Then she was wearing a skin tight sparkly tee-shirt.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;">Then she was wearing an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">UBER</span> short plaid school-girl looking miniskirt. (Which, um...20 year old boy sleeping w/ a 13-14 year old....<em>MAYBE </em>you should think about discouraging her from going out with you when looking like she just got out of Catholic Jr. High. Just a tip.)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;">And then...THEN....to top the whole <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ensemble</span> off....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;">She's wearing these legging...things. They <em>started</em> at just below her knees....leaving the great expanse of her bare thighs below her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">uber</span>-short miniskirt for all to see. However, these leggings....they were white....FLEECE....bellbottomed, and hung down over the top of her white, LA-Gear looking tennis shoes. (And we're talking LA-Gear from the late 80's)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;">I honestly don't know how else to explain it. I really wish I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">had been able to sneak</span> a picture!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;">But, Self-Control, Adena.....Self-Control.....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"></span></strong>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-14288146007611589272008-02-23T09:41:00.000-08:002008-02-23T09:49:24.351-08:00Quirky<span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>So, there's this meme making the rounds, and all the cool kids are doing it, so I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon.<br /><br />You're supposed to list 6 quirky things about you, and then tag 3 people to do the same. I don't tag. So, I'll just list.<br /><br />Here goes!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">1.</span> I have an extraordinary amount of books, and I re-read them all. Sometimes multiple times. There are books I have that I almost know by heart, for the amount of times that I've read them...yet that never diminishes my pleasure for the story.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">2.</span> I love going to overgrown, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">slightly</span> freaky places to take pictures. Especially cemeteries. I LOVE cemeteries...and I love photography. It's a quirky combo. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170232787326480514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R8BbU7asMII/AAAAAAAAAIE/0LN2489iYdE/s400/ebenezer.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">3.</span> I get overwhelmed in large groups of people. So much so that I will most likely fade to the back of the room, and just observe people in silence. I love to observe people. However, I know this makes me come across as aloof and cold sometimes, when really, I'm pretty open and funny when I get over my insecurities and let myself join the crowd.<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">4.</span> I don't really like jewelry. I mean, I own a lot of it, but I never really wear it. With that said, I only have quirky, funky jewelry. I HATE gold, and I'm not that big on diamonds, and the like. Give me something unusual and off-beat...something that isn't sweet and dainty, and I'd enjoy that SO much more than your typical solitaire.<br /></strong></span><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">5.</span> I buy bags of ice on a weekly basis. I MUST have cocktail ice in my drinks. I'm kind-of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OCD</span> about ice. I must have it to crunch on when I'm drinking soda or juice. I loves me some ice!!<br /></strong></span></div><span style="color:#000099;"></span><div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">6. </span>I am obsessed with Gerard Butler. Like unhealthily obsessed. Like I could dip him in honey and eat him with a spoon obsessed. *hangs head in shame* But, seriously...who WOULDN'T be obsessed with THIS??<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170232972010074258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R8BbfrasMJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/EyZbQlLHotI/s400/gerry.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />And there you have it. Only a small sampling of the reasons Adena is quirky.<br /></strong></span></div>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-68551807337554927632008-02-19T23:07:00.000-08:002008-02-19T23:20:46.998-08:00Meet Miguel<span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>God, has it really been a month since I've posted??</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>(shh.....let us not speak of it...)</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>Anyhow, not much besides work and the neverending flu has been going on, so I've had no real reason to bore you all with the details of my non-existant life.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>HOWEVER....I survived 3 weeks or so of no car, because my old car finally died after at least a month of trying to kill me. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>No, seriously. It tried to kill me. It decided to start spewing antifreeze fumes into the interior of the car as I drove. After a week or so of that, I finally managed to get the man to tinker with it, and he did something that made it so it started spewing the fumes OUT OF MY GRILL....so, I got horrified looks as I drove down the street. People running in all directions from the smoking car that may explode at any time.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>Anyhow, I had to resort to catching rides from friends, etc...which really sucks. I hate not being mobile. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>So, I got my taxes back, and scoured Craigslist, and found myself a new car.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>Here he is......his name is Miguel.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168957310888587346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R7vTSbasMFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6TheSixlzWE/s400/car.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>Why Miguel? Well, I bought him from a Mexican kid, and he's quite um....tricked out. See the car bra? It's a cell phone pic, so the crappy photo quality makes it hard to see the LETTERING on my windshield....speaking of Racing.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>BUT, the advantages of buying him from the Mexican kid far outweigh interesting decals, and such. </strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>He kept it in tip-top shape, and added all sorts of spendy filters....and he put in a great stereo system.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>So, now I get odd looks from cops as I roll down the road with my bass blaring behind my tinted windows.</strong></span></p><p></p>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-78975912960000188182008-01-19T14:41:00.000-08:002008-01-19T14:47:43.833-08:00I Got Nothing<span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>So here's another iTunes meme!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>1. Put your music player on Shuffle<br />2. For each question, press the Next button to get your answer.<br />3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER WHAT. Add some lyrics, if you want!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>1. IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY: <span style="color:#000099;">"Rock Is Dead" (Marilyn Manson)</span> Haha, I’m totally going to start saying that, too! Can you imagine the looks I’d get?</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>2. WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? <span style="color:#000099;">"I’m No Angel" (Dido)</span> No, I’m not.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? <span style="color:#000099;">"Gravity" (Sara Bareilles)</span> This is one of my favorite songs, and is heartbreakingly true. ["You hold me without touch. You keep me without chains. I never wanted anything so much, than to drown in your love and not feel your rain."]</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? <span style="color:#000099;">"Sullen Girl" (Fiona Apple)</span> No, that was yesterday. I’m okay today!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE? <span style="color:#000099;">"The Bottom Line" (Depeche Mode)</span> [“it's something that is out of our hands, something we will never understand. It's a hidden law. The apple falls, destiny calls. I follow you.”]</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>6. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? <span style="color:#000099;">"Little Victories" (Matt Nathanson)</span> [“This time, I'll have no fear. I'll be standing strong and tall Turn my back towards them all”] I LOVE this! </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?<span style="color:#000099;"> "Falling Apart” (Matt Nathanson, again.)</span> [Maybe it's because I'm Crazy. Maybe it's because I just can't honestly tell you what I want] Yeah, so THERE!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>8. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS? <span style="color:#000099;">"Exit” (U2)</span> True.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? <span style="color:#000099;">"Endless Dream" (Conjure One)</span> *le sigh*</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>10. WHAT IS 2+2? <span style="color:#000099;">"One Sweet Love" (Sara Bareilles)</span> Aww!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?<span style="color:#000099;"> "Somewhere Only We Know" (Keane)</span> Ha!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>12. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? <span style="color:#000099;">“Love You Til The End” (The Pogues)</span> [“I just want to see you when you're all alone. I just want to catch you if I can”]</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>13. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? <span style="color:#000099;">"Til Kingdom Come" (Coldplay) </span>[“For you I'd wait... 'Til kingdom come. Until my days... my days are done”]</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>14. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? <span style="color:#000099;">"Makes Me Wonder" (Maroon 5)</span> [“One day I'll wake up and it won't hurt anymore.”] Now I’m depressed.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>15. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? <span style="color:#000099;">"Hallelujah” (Rufus Wainwright)</span> HAHAHAHA!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>16. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? <span style="color:#000099;">"In God’s Country" (U2)</span> Well, that’s where they WISH I was.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>17. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? <span style="color:#000099;">"Endless" (Dave Gahan)</span> [“I'm lost in a moment with you. It feels right We're floating above the stars You and I”] Nice!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>18. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? <span style="color:#000099;">"Beyond the Invisible" (Enigma)</span> Now, that’s funny!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>19. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? <span style="color:#000099;">"Fake Plastic Trees" (Radiohead)</span> Silicone Bonsai?</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>20. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? <span style="color:#000099;">"A Wild and Distant Shore" (The Piano Soundtrack)</span> Wow. No Comment.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>21. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? <span style="color:#000099;">"Stupid" (Sarah McLachlan)</span> HA! Wow, um…yeah. That’s not very nice, is it?</strong></span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-62274665518744869472008-01-17T19:19:00.001-08:002008-01-17T19:24:11.241-08:00Stolen<p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I Stole this from Karl....which makes my finished result pretty ironic! (click my links, because they'll take you where you want to go)<br /></p> <div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">How to Play:</div> <ol style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><li>Go to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Wikipedia</span></a>- Click on random Article (left hand side) The first article title on the page is the name of your band.</li><li>Click <a target="_blank" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/">Random</a> Quotes The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.</li><li>Visit <a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/">Flickr</a>- The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.</li><li>Use your graphics program of choice (I used the <a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/motivator.php">Motivator</a>) to throw them together, and post the result.</li></ol><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Here she is!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R5AbqGuMpsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-wsox4BxgHU/s1600-h/motivator8698791.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R5AbqGuMpsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-wsox4BxgHU/s400/motivator8698791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156651983512053442" border="0" /></a>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-68195831185291992122008-01-11T21:16:00.001-08:002008-01-11T21:27:55.932-08:00Revenge!<p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><a href="http://www.snackiepoo.com/blog/">SnackiePoo</a> had this up on her blog, and I thought I'd do it....since it involves music , which is one of my most favorite things ever...</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">Anyhow, it kind-of freaked me out w/ the spot-on-ness of the answers!!</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>iTunes RevengeRules: Put your music player on shuffle, press forward for each question and use the next song title as the next answer.</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#003300;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>What does next year have in store for me? </strong></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Bullet the Blue Sky- U2 <span style="color:#003300;">(Yikes)</span> </strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="color:#003300;"><span style="color:#003300;">What's my</span> love life like? <span style="color:#000099;">Bare- Matt Nathanson </span></span><span style="color:#003300;"> (Now I'm depressed...)</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>What do I say when life gets hard? <span style="color:#000099;">No Sleep Tonight- 300 Soundrack </span><span style="color:#003300;">(Aint that the truth??)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>What do I think of upon waking up? <span style="color:#000099;">Long Hard Road Out of Hell- Marilyn Manson </span><span style="color:#003300;">(HA! This is probably the most accurate on this whole meme.)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>What song will I dance to at my wedding? <span style="color:#000099;">The Music of the Night- Phantom of the Opera Soundtrack </span><span style="color:#003300;">(This SLAYS me....only a few people know why)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>What do I want as a career? <span style="color:#000099;">Returns a King- 300 Soundtrack </span><span style="color:#003300;">(QUEEN, maybe?)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>My favorite saying? <span style="color:#000099;">Caught A Lite Sneeze- Tori Amos </span><span style="color:#003300;">(I'm not sure what it means...)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>Favorite place? <span style="color:#000099;">Fairytale- Sara Bareillis </span><span style="color:#003300;">(I wish.)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>What do I think of my parents? <span style="color:#000099;">Sleep To Dream- Fiona Apple </span><span style="color:#003300;"> (Pretty much)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>What’s my porn star name? <span style="color:#000099;">Drunk Chicken - U2 </span><span style="color:#003300;"> (Cracking up. Can so picture it.)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>Where would I go on a first date? <span style="color:#000099;">Don't Stop Now- Emmy Rossum </span><span style="color:#003300;">(FIRST date? I'm a slut, apparently.)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>Drug of choice? <span style="color:#000099;">Cornflake Girl- Tori Amos </span><span style="color:#003300;">(As drugs go...cereal's pretty tame.)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>Describe myself. <span style="color:#000099;">Heartbreak World- Matt Nathanson </span><span style="color:#003300;">(Yeah, true.)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>What is the thing I like doing most? <span style="color:#000099;">Endless Dream- Conjure One </span><span style="color:#003300;">(Actually, I hate it, thanks.)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>What is my state of mind like at the moment? <span style="color:#000099;">The Ghost in You- Psychadelic Furs </span><span style="color:#003300;">(Haunted?)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><strong>How will I die? <span style="color:#000099;">Barrel of a Gun- Depeche Mode </span><span style="color:#003300;">(Well, at least I know...)</span><br /> </strong></span></p>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-37203888368611255272008-01-03T00:42:00.000-08:002008-01-03T00:47:04.605-08:00Honesty.<span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><a href="http://www.ninjapoodles.blogspot.com/">Belinda</a> talked me all up in Twitter, so now I have to blog!! AGH!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">So, I went to the convenience store tonight, and when I walked in, the clerk was standing outside talking to friends. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I was standing in front of the candy, and he came in and walked over to me, and stood there watching me. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I said "Um...just getting candy..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">and HE said...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">"That's okay. I'm just standing here blatantly pressuring you to hurry up."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> I looked at him in surprise and he shrugged, and said</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">"I feel that honesty is always the best policy."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Cracked. My. Shit. Up.</span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-83128742574963170422007-12-28T23:50:00.000-08:002007-12-28T23:53:34.066-08:00Blank.<span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Ya know? I have nothing to say, lately. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I know it's been brutally apparent on this blog, and I don't suppose it matters much because I don't think anyone reads me anymore. I'm fairly certain I lost a good portion of my readers when I switched from Typepad to Blogger. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I've been using up all of my creative brain cells writing my book, and my life has been so boring as of late that I have nothing to write about, anyhow.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">For the 1.5 visitors I still have out there:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Sorry I suck.</span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-46124656113116742692007-12-26T16:18:00.000-08:002007-12-26T16:20:12.286-08:00REALLY Bad Product Name<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R3LvfcIK0JI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-2dowHmj_Jg/s1600-h/rimmer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R3LvfcIK0JI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-2dowHmj_Jg/s400/rimmer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148440647443337362" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Personally, I like the little product blurb, as well. "Cusp of your Cosmo", eh? Never heard it referred to as THAT before....</span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14681094.post-82659155350394718172007-12-10T20:07:00.001-08:002007-12-10T20:14:46.579-08:00Proof Guild Wars was Designed by a Team of 14 year old Boys...<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">My character...in her "armor".</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R14NiIqfVoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EGK-Mpn45kc/s1600-h/stella+dressed.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R14NiIqfVoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EGK-Mpn45kc/s320/stella+dressed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142562704596096642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Now....THAT'S supposed to keep me safe </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">in battle??</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><br /><br />And then, there's this....<br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R14N4oqfVpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jZa8jWCX2CU/s1600-h/stella+undressed.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R14N4oqfVpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jZa8jWCX2CU/s320/stella+undressed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142563091143153298" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">Yes, I can take off her clothes. Even better, I can get her to dance....in her underwear....</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R14OLYqfVqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/o_Fo9TpgF9o/s1600-h/stella+dancing+in+bra.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R14OLYqfVqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/o_Fo9TpgF9o/s320/stella+dancing+in+bra.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142563413265700514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">And.....she'll dance for hours, if I'll let her....</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R14OZIqfVrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fUtY78idTBU/s1600-h/stella+still+dancing.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1R1NWHTi_EM/R14OZIqfVrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fUtY78idTBU/s320/stella+still+dancing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142563649488901810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Yeah.....Boys.</span>adenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893052655650105848noreply@blogger.com