tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35759482011-04-21T22:15:36.034-05:00Get Your Drawers OnCasting panties before swine since... oh, don't know when.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.comBlogger2171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-1100925479755535932004-11-19T22:17:00.000-06:002004-11-19T22:51:49.183-06:00Dang! How did THIS happen...??!!!
Yup. I got hitched.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-1095385124471781682004-09-16T20:26:00.000-05:002004-09-16T20:38:44.470-05:00Hurricane in Huntsville
The wind has been frightening at times. The furniture on the patio blew over around noon. I hauled it all into the garage. Funny thing is, my rose bushes are LOVING this weather.
When John came home, we bundled up and walked to Aldrich Creek to see if it was flooding yet (it wasn't) and on the way back saw that our backyard gate had blown open. We locked it back up and Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-1095384161478619252004-09-16T20:13:00.000-05:002004-09-16T20:22:41.476-05:00My letter to CBS:
Neither George Bush's nor John Kerry's military records interest me with regards to the upcoming election. Actually, they don't interest me at all. I'm not a great fan of either man, politically or otherwise.
However, I am a great fan of playing fair, and of building and exhibiting decent "character," the definition of which includes accepting the possibility that one may haveSulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-1088913981078425682004-07-03T23:02:00.000-05:002004-07-03T23:06:21.076-05:00A glimpse into my life and something new for your blogging pleasure
Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-1078801626233727602004-03-08T21:06:00.000-06:002004-03-08T21:18:07.530-06:00I started L. A. Weight Loss a week ago on the recommendation of several friends who've enjoyed great success there. With the Jet Start, I've lost 7.5 pounds, and look to (hopefully) lose 1-2 pounds a week from here on out.
The main observations and caveats from my friends hold true for me:
- You will lose weight. Period. And you won't be hungry. I've had trouble cramming in all the food Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-1076388804015295292004-02-09T22:51:00.000-06:002004-02-09T22:55:48.796-06:00
Roses are red
violets are blue
Suli said "yes"
now how about you?
Thus read the card from my sweetheart John accompanying the flowers he sent to my parents, spilling the beans.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-1073670622290234192004-01-09T11:50:00.000-06:002004-01-09T11:52:06.373-06:00Welcome to the Bride Factory
I made my first foray into a bridal shop yesterday, and all my worst premonitions came true.: I wanted to just go in and browse. However, the minute I walked in the door, I was descended upon by salesladies, one of whom gave me a catalog and directed me to a sofa where I perused throught the 50 styles that must be considered by today's bride. A few minutes into this Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-1073670192700606422004-01-09T11:43:00.000-06:002004-01-09T17:40:27.090-06:00Guess What?
'Strapless' is THE bridal dress trend that you MUST consider before all others regardless of your discomfort with the idea due to 1) your physique; 2) your knowledge that the baring of all that skin will make several of your wedding party uncomfortable including your parents; 3) the fact that just not everybody looks nice in the style.
What happened? Did the Vatican rule that all Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-1073691560569100102003-12-22T09:38:00.000-06:002004-01-09T17:41:28.373-06:00So, John proposed to me yesterday.
Three months after our first date, and after weeks of tapdancing around the marriage issue, we started talking openly on Saturday about the fact that we'd both been thinking about it more and more. Why not just discuss our hopes and fears? What could it hurt? Funny thing is, it didn't hurt anything at all. It felt peaceful, karmic, right, the emotionally Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-1061848876362048052003-08-25T17:01:00.000-05:002003-09-12T14:13:53.620-05:00margin:10px;border:10px solid white;">Summer of my dreamsIn the shade of this old tree, in the summer of my dreamsby the tall grass, by the wild rose, where the trees dance, and the wind blowsas the days go oh so slowly, and the sun shines oh so holyon the good and gracious green, in the summer of my dreamsBy the banks of this old stream, in the summer of my dreams by the deep pool where the fishSulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-1061815584530806972003-08-25T07:46:00.000-05:002003-08-25T08:01:39.733-05:00Welcome, Scalzi fans!You make a guy a pie, and what does he do.... he never forgets.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-1059894855826351572003-08-03T02:14:00.000-05:002004-02-03T09:51:12.670-06:00My eldest niece, Whitney, will become a bride next Saturday, the first in the youngest generation of my family. I won't be there for a bunch of reasons, but ya'll send some good vibes toward Atlanta next weekend. I know she'll be beautiful. She wakes up that way.
Linda Lou Jane, who both of my readers will remember as having (1) had a heart attack last year and (2) written two marvelous guest Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-1057762501990883712003-07-09T09:55:00.000-05:002003-09-12T13:25:28.413-05:00margin:10px;border:1px solid black;">A Very Special DaySixty-six years ago today, in a tiny farmhouse on Sand Mountain, my grandmother put down her ironing, went to her room, and a few hours later produced a little curly-red-haired girl she named "Shirley" after her favorite actress, Shirley Temple.Nineteen years later on Columbus Day, that little girl, all grown up, married my Dad (who she says Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-1057339422097749222003-07-04T12:23:00.000-05:002003-08-25T08:00:49.680-05:00Photographing My ThanksDancers at the Floresville, Texas Peanut Festival Parade.My cousins with some guy they picked up in a bar.Some stuff I made.The love of my life.The bane of my existenceI *heart* my Dad.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-887166362003-02-07T12:16:00.000-06:002003-02-07T12:51:13.000-06:00Threat Level: Elevated
The Department of Homeland Security is on the job!
Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-834962722002-10-24T23:12:00.000-05:002002-10-28T16:30:59.000-06:00So, Suli, where the heck have you been already?
- Recovering from dogbite. Surgery consult is next Tuesday.
- Trying to get my F-ing computer to let me set up my site with Moveable Type (help me, please, all Mac-heads!!!!).
- Spending a week driving to San Antonio, visiting, and driving back, which was the best vacation I've ever had, and I mean EVER.
- Thoroughly enjoying the re-emergence ofSulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-825442462002-10-04T22:30:00.000-05:002002-10-04T22:32:28.000-05:00A dear friend of mine (who has no blog) has lived in the old family home for many years. The kinfolk had to sell the property recently, and Joey is in the process of moving for the first time in 20 years. He sent this to me today:
It has been a tumultuous month and these waning days have seen the pace of change quicken and the sense of loss both grow and diminish like a moon swept tide.
I am Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-822553622002-09-28T21:31:00.000-05:002002-10-02T09:59:04.000-05:00Momma Bear gently tucks Suli into her lair and sez...
MommaBear was MOST distressed to hear that a fellow blogger had been injured by a fellow critter. When that happened, especially in view of the fact that the attackee had been attempting to come to the aid of that critter, it near broke her heart. When Suli sent out a cry for assistance at keeping her blog alive and well, MommaBear could Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-822458652002-09-28T15:41:00.000-05:002002-09-28T19:17:08.000-05:00My delightful and very kind guest Jessica.
So I decided the theme of this guest entry would be to help Sulizano pass the time she would otherwise spend blogging, and to provide her with some uplifting messages. Namely, the message that you can be limited to one arm and still kick ass, as best demonstrated in a series of Hong Kong films.
The granddaddy of all one-armed ass-kicking films is 1967Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-822179992002-09-27T20:38:00.000-05:002004-02-03T11:14:26.296-06:00Acidman proves himself to be a man after my own heart
I am not a dexterious, jack of all trades, mechanically-inclined person. In fact, the most sophisticated tool I ever wish to utilize with my actual hands EVER AGAIN IN MY LIFE is a corkscrew, the kind with the built-in levers that pop open a wine bottle in nothing flat.
I'm GOOD with one of those.
I am NOT GOOD at fixing broken stuff, Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-822050582002-09-27T14:15:00.000-05:002002-09-27T14:15:55.480-05:00I will try to return to (at least) daily posting over the weekend.
Both of you... alert the media.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-821216392002-09-25T19:58:00.000-05:002002-09-25T20:02:09.000-05:00Why I love my .....
..... little one horse town by the sea, as I call my hometown. This was inspired by David, who was waxing lyrical about the beauty of his adopted home state, Iowa.
Here's one reason:
Here's another:
Both views are less than 5 minutes walk from my home. Both pictures are taken from the same spot - I turned 100 degrees after taking the first to get the second. Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-820933892002-09-25T08:45:00.000-05:002002-09-25T08:45:20.593-05:00It's Wednesday.... so it must be Right Wing Texan day!
Suli,
Here is something I kinda had tucked away for a rainy day that you can use
if you wish - especially since you, like me, love animals.
It was written by the playwright Eugene O'Neill in 1940
Gary
The Last Will and Testament of an Extremely Distinguished Dog
I, SILVERDENE EMBLEM O'NEILL (familiarly known to my family, friends, and Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-820270472002-09-23T22:25:00.000-05:002002-09-24T10:35:08.000-05:00The oh so gallant Tony Woodlief (who does not figure amongst my blogparents but who has definitely been a blognurturer to me) has responded in my time of need with such questions! Requiring answers!
I don't think it's been scientifically proven yet, but I have a hunch that in fact there is nothing interesting left to talk about. But since you are, so far as I know (and I'm a trusting soul), a Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-820248632002-09-23T21:36:00.000-05:002002-09-24T10:36:28.000-05:00Presenting... Joanie!
The Cuticle Blog
I was looking at my cuticles as I sat in front of the computer wondering what Suli would like me to say here. My cuticles got me thinking. They look like hell. But, more importantly, I realized that cuticles are like government.
You're laughing, aren't you? Don't. I'm serious.
Think about this for a minute. What is the purpose of the cuticle? Well, the Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-820218322002-09-23T20:31:00.000-05:002002-09-23T20:31:22.430-05:00I'm braving my injuries to take this opportunity to say... wow! thanks to all my wonderful contributors! Keep 'em coming too, because I've got a full week before I'll have a useful left arm again. Hence, the one-handed hunt-peck typing method... forgive me my spelling mistakes.
My parental lawn service came over today to mow and trim and help me clean my house. They were their usual hilarious Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-819988662002-09-23T11:20:00.000-05:002002-09-23T11:20:22.093-05:00Linda Lou Jane Declares: Magic Monday
I have declared today "Magic Monday." I declare stuff all the time, but nobody pays any damned attention. I believe you should pay attention to today's declaration.
"Magic Monday" is a day for the recapturing of magic. Your assignment for today is to find some magic. Wherever you can. If you can't find it, then make some!
As I have been at home Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-819966512002-09-23T10:26:00.000-05:002002-09-23T10:56:36.000-05:00Not to be outdone... here is... Acidman!
As a Southern gentleman, I cannot help but offer my assistance to a damsel in distress. I will blog while
you are healing, and I promise not to defile your site with obscene, anti-social or really disgusting stuff.
I save that for my own page.
I come from a combination of hillbilly and Southern Georgia, USA roots. I was taught from an early age that Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-819959582002-09-23T10:10:00.000-05:002002-09-23T10:11:36.000-05:00Today's First Guest Blogger: The Group Captain !
Who is Group Captain Mandrake?
OK, I admit it, I am not really Group Captain Lionel Mandrake, VC, AFC, CBE, RAF (Retd.) (Although I did serve 9 years in the UK's Royal Air Force). Mandrake was General Jack D. Ripper's exec in the movie Doctor Strangelove, terribly English and well spoken and, incidentally, my hero.
I am that (apparent) rarity Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-819704932002-09-22T19:52:00.000-05:002002-09-22T20:15:52.000-05:00Tonight's Guest Blogger, David Hogberg of Cornfield Commentary
"Iowa Beauty"
I suspect that when most people think of beauty in the fall, they probably think of the Northeast or perhaps the South. But here in the Midwest it is exceptionally beautiful in the fall. Take my adopted home state of Iowa. Right now the corn is being harvested and the soybeans are just a short time from being pickedSulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-819617772002-09-22T15:39:00.000-05:002002-09-22T15:50:02.000-05:00Today's Guest Blogger: Linda Lou Jane who for some inexplicable reason has no blog. Yet.
"How I Met and Fell in Love with Suli"
In the late 1980s I found myself searching for a new home for myself and my two pre-teen children. I had called in response to an ad in the paper for a duplex apartment that was in the neighborhood I coveted, and what's more was in my limited price range. The Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-819501562002-09-22T09:38:00.000-05:002002-09-22T09:38:15.460-05:00Hello all, my one-handed blogger self is soliciting guest bloggers. Either email me at sulizano at hotmail dot com or leave a comment and we'll work it out.
I'll reward you with as many links as I can muster.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-818926822002-09-20T18:22:00.000-05:002002-09-20T18:32:47.000-05:00Tonight's guest blogger, since I can't type, is none other than Dirk R. Benson, classy ex-boyfriend, son of beloved Polly and Russ, pain in my ass.
Tonight I am Suli's hands... I'm not sure where her hands have been exactly since the Cleveland Blogger Fiesta, so, DON'T BLAME ME! ! !
Let's talk about dogs... I've got 2 miniature dachsunds, who don't believe that anything is larger than they areSulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-818246012002-09-19T10:12:00.000-05:002002-09-19T10:12:07.306-05:00there's something very wrong with this:
I'm currently Google's #1 response for "don't break it until september 11 virus" and Dawn is #4.
Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-818224682002-09-19T09:19:00.000-05:002002-09-19T09:19:05.573-05:00Comments for this site, today, are sponsored by enetation, or yaccs, or netcomments, or haloscan, or whoever the hell decides they feel like functioning today.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-818190382002-09-19T07:46:00.000-05:002002-09-19T09:17:52.000-05:00Since I can't play the piano for a while, of course I'm obsessing about what I need to practice. Going through my books of set lists and lyric/chord sheets, I found this one. I tend to perform it as an instrumental rather than singing it, because the melody is so beautiful... I suppose my ultra-emotional state today drew the lyrics to my attention this morning.
Deep inside, my soul fights a war
Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-818058692002-09-18T23:01:00.000-05:002002-09-18T23:01:26.053-05:00Sorry, folks, I may be out of pocket for a day or two. I had a run-in with the neighbor's pit bull earlier today and suffered a pretty bad chomp to the left elbow. I spent the evening at the ER, I'll probably have to have surgery to repair the muscle and put the bursa back where it belongs.
The dog in question is at the pound, and will likely be put down. I'm not necessarily happy about this. I Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-817053552002-09-16T22:28:00.000-05:002002-09-16T22:30:44.000-05:00I was also an unbelievable brat.
I WAS A HAPPY CHILDlucky you. you were what every child should be.carefree. optimistic. and happy.what kind of child were you?(brought you by april)
[Thanks to Shell, my belle.]
Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-816314132002-09-15T10:26:00.000-05:002002-09-16T20:15:24.000-05:00This morning, I've been noodling around in the archives of a fellow blogger and found this gem:
For virtually all of us, life itself is the only Super Lotto we’re going to win: you’ve beaten staggering odds simply coming into existence - you will not beat those kinds of odds again.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-815756942002-09-13T19:19:00.000-05:002002-09-13T19:19:41.953-05:00It's a bird! It's a plane!
In the water, he can make flying motions with his arms and walk.
Superman can fly again!Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-815687262002-09-13T15:49:00.000-05:002002-09-13T15:49:01.420-05:00A letter to the editor of the Huntsville Times
Submitted, of course, by yours truly.
A week ago, I found a grackle in my back yard. Dead.
Given the recent news about local birds testing positive for West Nile virus, I called the Madison County Health Department to ask what I should do. I was informed that I should put on gloves, pick it up and toss it in the trash.
Thinking this solution Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-815361932002-09-12T22:00:00.000-05:002003-09-13T09:21:13.530-05:00You make the most of every word, every poem, every flower . . . I sure notice that I'm alive now. I did before, but not as much as I should have. All I can say is what I've always said: If you break your leg, stop thinking about dancing and start decorating the cast.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-815269792002-09-12T18:00:00.000-05:002002-09-12T21:34:13.000-05:00Hey, my baby brother is learning how to blog. Wait a day or so until we get his comments system working and he posts a few things, then run over there and give the kid a look-see.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-815137572002-09-12T12:24:00.000-05:002002-09-12T12:24:02.263-05:00Hmm. I'm currently Yahoo/Google's #1 for "September 11 rudy guliani pics."Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-814772302002-09-11T17:32:00.000-05:002002-09-11T23:15:02.000-05:00My former employer will be on NBC later on this evening.
I could use a little musical distraction, how about you?Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-814702612002-09-11T14:50:00.000-05:002004-02-03T09:57:20.280-06:00Ladder 118
How will DNA tell us
whose hand grasped axe to free trapped
clerks in elevator shafts—
or which hand steered fatal jet
Or whose feet bore the weight of
boots, belt, air tank and helmet
up and down flights of stairs and
into the lighted pyre.
Will the DNA tell us
who loved to dance, though he danced
badly—Or which plotted to
undo dancer in mid-dance—
Or who, could he speak once Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-814638792002-09-11T12:12:00.000-05:002002-09-11T12:12:30.110-05:00I had slept in the guest bedroom because Michael and I'd had a fight the night before. I had left the little black and white TV on all night next to the bed, for company, and woke just as Bryant Gumble announced that there was breaking news from Manhattan.
Michael had already gone to work. I tried to call my mom, but all circuits were busy. I turned on every teevee in the house.
I saw what you Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-814619112002-09-11T11:26:00.000-05:002002-09-11T11:43:19.000-05:00
[Link courtesy of eloquence incarnate]Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-814574532002-09-11T09:38:00.000-05:002002-09-11T11:08:58.000-05:00The Cops from Madison, Alabama
Last fall, my friend Wayne and a handful of his fellow police officers piled in a van and drove to New York to relieve some of the Manhattan officers for a week. This letter appeared in the Madison County Record a few days later.
There's no link available, so I've re-typed it in its entirety here. The links are mine.
"I wondered when I would finally feel the Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-814347352002-09-10T21:33:00.000-05:002002-09-10T21:44:43.000-05:00Wow
I've gotten a buttload of emails and a few phone calls regarding Linda's condition. So, here's the latest:
Mom and I went to see Linda this afternoon. We walked in to her hospital room to find her holding court with a handful of our friends and looking as beautiful and vibrant as ever. If I didn't know what had happened, I'd never have known it had happened. She just looked like she was Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-814266682002-09-10T18:29:00.000-05:002002-09-10T18:32:30.000-05:00Right-wing best friend Randy (who prefers I call him "Ishmael" on my blog) has offered me a challenge:
Solicit at least one bonafide registered hit to this site, via referrer log or comment, or an email to my blog's contact address, from one or more of the following:
Sean Hannity
Morgan Freeman
Colin Powell
I think I can do it. Anybody wanna help me out?Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-814250842002-09-10T17:47:00.000-05:002002-09-10T18:31:36.000-05:00Angel or Angle??
This is really pretty, and way cool too, but somebody at Strategy Page needs to make an executive decision about spell-checking.
[Link via he of the tater spirits]
UPDATE: They fixed the spelling. Perhaps they read my silly little blog?Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-814119252002-09-10T12:15:00.000-05:002002-09-10T12:16:13.000-05:00Rebecca is live on WAMU FM right now, and Eric will be on shortly, discussing, of course, blogging. If you're in the DC area, tune in to 90.9, or listen live from the WAMU website.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-813782462002-09-09T18:42:00.000-05:002002-09-09T19:12:42.000-05:00My dearest, most treasured lifelong soul-sister, partner in both crime and music, blue-eyed godsend of a best friend Linda had a frigging heart attack Saturday morning. She's 40. She'll be okay after today's scheduled angioplasty, one hopes.
Her own dad, and big angel of a Santa Claus with an eat-shit grin and a heart as big as Texas, had one heart attack, his first and last, at age 42, sittingSulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-813779462002-09-09T18:35:00.000-05:002002-09-09T18:35:02.950-05:00So Daddy's got a brand new flag.
Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-812934022002-09-07T18:24:00.000-05:002002-09-07T23:59:53.000-05:00Ian (via comments), it's a mistake to assume that one has to be a New Yorker to feel the enormous pain of what happened there, or to be angry beyond words, or to feel real, nauseating fear.
There's a saying in rural areas of this place where I was born, that the worst sleep you get is near dawn, after the rooster's first crow, waiting for his second.
I'm in my homeland, Alabama, still angry, Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-812925142002-09-07T17:52:00.000-05:002002-09-07T17:52:17.776-05:00Heh heh... how many of guys wish you were me?Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-812918192002-09-07T17:27:00.000-05:002002-09-07T17:40:47.000-05:00Must apologize for my absence of late.
What with fighting the Alabama State of incompetency Unemployment not a trace of a System and all, I've had my hands full these past two weeks. Apparently the all-knowing taxpayer database had no record of my having worked or been paid for the past twelve months. Hm, where DID all those paychecks come from then?
I was laid off due to budget constraints on Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-812913892002-09-07T17:11:00.000-05:002002-09-07T17:11:14.670-05:00The pressure... can I handle it...??Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-810836652002-09-03T05:34:00.000-05:002002-09-03T05:40:41.000-05:00Hmm, I dunno.
What revolution are You?Made by altern_active
Can I be one of these even thought I'm not an idealist, I've never dropped acid, and I have a license to carry?
Dang thang was RIGGED, I tell you.
[Smooches to Steve]Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-810817482002-09-03T03:46:00.000-05:002002-09-03T03:46:52.000-05:00Wanna have a party? Just invite these two and you're all set.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-810290122002-09-02T08:11:00.000-05:002002-09-02T08:11:58.603-05:00Why, oh why must every comments systems I subscribe to go into contortions less than a week later? Is it me???Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-810092892002-09-01T19:22:00.000-05:002002-09-01T19:22:30.893-05:00Oh my gawd, I'm currently at #1 for "Rice Krispy Treats" -- my first Google #1 *sob*
Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-810080622002-09-01T18:39:00.000-05:002002-09-01T19:55:27.000-05:00It takes some serious cajones to cover a Stevie Nicks tune.
Once you cover one, bluegrass style, and appear in a country music video with your blond dye job darkened to your (allegedly) natural brunette, and celebrating your abundant, voluptuously pregnant belly as you play a dobro plopped on it, you've made that song your own.
Many, many congratulations to you, Marty, for your upcoming Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-809447542002-08-30T22:38:00.000-05:002002-08-30T22:42:33.000-05:00And by popular demand, here's my old man with the new shmoopy:
UPDATE: I gave each of them a thorough bath less than 30 minutes before this picture was taken, and they were already filthy when I took the shot.
Such is the life of a doggy mommy.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-809428232002-08-30T21:35:00.000-05:002002-08-30T21:35:12.266-05:00I'm house-sitting for my Mom.
She made Rice Krispy Treats.
SAVE ME FROM MYSELF!!!! DEAR GAWD, THE HUMANITY.....!!!!Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-809396772002-08-30T19:48:00.000-05:002002-08-30T22:58:59.000-05:00Steyn speaks, Yousefzadeh links, and Suli says "amen."
I've been cringing at the thought of what's bound to come down around our ears a week from Wednesday, and I don't mean landmarks, but rather the inevitable commemorative schmaltz. I'm all for putting the halt to speechifying, but what's up with reciting the Gettysburg address? Four-score and seven years ago, my maternal grandmother was bornSulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-809350442002-08-30T17:10:00.000-05:002002-08-30T17:13:55.000-05:00Oh, why not.
1. What's your favorite piece of clothing that you currently own?
I don't wear it, but I collect vintage lingerie -- I have an ancient burgandy velvet - ecru lace dressing gown. I had my portrait made in it once, but I don't think it should be worn again.
2. What piece of clothing do you most want to acquire?
Pej's socks.
3. What piece of clothing can you not bring yourself to getSulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-809308542002-08-30T15:14:00.000-05:002002-08-30T16:14:42.000-05:00I'd be happy to squeeze either one of these yummies to death!
Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-809306352002-08-30T15:08:00.000-05:002002-08-30T15:08:58.483-05:00
College Football - North vs. South
Women's Accessories:
North: Chap Stick in back pocket and a $20 bill in the front pocket.
South: Louis Vuitton duffel with two lipsticks, water proof mascara, and a fifth of bourbon. Money not necessary - that's what dates are for.
Stadium Size:
North: College football stadiums hold 20,000 people.
South: High school football stadiums hold 20,000 people.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-809300002002-08-30T14:51:00.000-05:002002-08-30T15:10:26.000-05:00Every year around this time, something -- the new birds visiting the backyard, the occasional leaves drying up and swirling around the trees, the change of color of the sky -- spells fall. I'm grateful from the promised relief from the heat and humidity, but when this seasonal change begins, I feel the slightest melancholy.
This song says it best for me:
There are a few new freckles on your Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-809175992002-08-30T09:28:00.000-05:002002-08-30T09:32:51.000-05:00When I was a teenager, I was THE most marginalized kid in my tiny private high school. Felt like it, anyway. I was tall and shapeless and dressed like a hippy and wore an afro-style do because, quite frankly, that's all my hair would do at the time. The other girls went shopping with Daddy's money and had perfect Farrah hair, all of them. I made good grades quite easily and could play the piano Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-809043222002-08-30T00:00:00.000-05:002002-08-30T00:05:19.000-05:00Since somebody very nice just flowed me enough love to pay my phone bill, it's only fair that he get a couple of rack shots from the weekend.
Hey, dude, what's the Missus gonna think about this, hm??
I've got a really great ass shot from SOMEONE WE BOTH KNOW but I have to ask her if she'll let me post it. Wouldn't want to do anything shameless or trashy, ya know.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-808871732002-08-29T16:12:00.000-05:002002-08-29T23:05:29.000-05:00What the hell, here's the URL:
http://groups.msn.com/ClevelandBloggerFiesta/shoebox.msnw
Visit at your own peril!
P.S. There's a whole bunch more REALLY SCANDALOUS SHOTS, but you'll have to wait till tomorrow for those... my mom's hovering and I don't want to scare her.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-808844762002-08-29T15:09:00.000-05:002002-08-29T15:09:38.970-05:00Okay! They're up! Along with a few gratuitous shots of my doggies and garden.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-808826242002-08-29T14:26:00.000-05:002002-08-29T14:26:16.123-05:00Okay, so I've got the first twenty or so pics up on our Blogger Fiesta MSN group. Email me for the URL if you don't have it already.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-808302732002-08-28T12:03:00.000-05:002002-08-28T12:07:23.000-05:00Dang, what a paragraph
Who’s more miserable - the far right or the far left? The former is likely to wash its hands of the modern world, lament how things have gone to hell since the Brits stopped shoving civilization down the ululating maws of Wogland, and announce that you’re all welcome to your polyglot mishmash - I’ll be over here getting smashed on port and reading Patrick O’Brien novels. Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-808255032002-08-28T10:03:00.000-05:002002-08-28T10:03:28.390-05:00Somebody help me out here already?
I uploaded all the bloggerfiesta pics on my MSN site using my mom's PC, and now I'm at home on my Mac, and CANNOT get into them. Any of you geeks out there who can help?Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-808042232002-08-27T21:16:00.000-05:002002-08-27T21:16:32.090-05:00Would somebody please explain to me how this was allowed to happen?http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&ncid=529&e=3&cid=529&u=/ap/20020828/ap_en_mu/people_bolton_2Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-807896652002-08-27T15:00:00.000-05:002002-08-27T15:00:59.396-05:00The next blogger who refers to us at The Drawers as "earthy" or "gentle" will DIE A HORRIBLE BLOODY DEATH, GOT IT??Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-807790332002-08-27T10:30:00.000-05:002002-08-27T10:30:55.196-05:00Folks, I've got lot of pics from the weekend, but forgive me, I can't post them from my home computer. Have to do it tomorrow from my Mom's.
Believe me, they're ALL worth waiting for. My rambling commentaries will accompany the posted pics.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-807286952002-08-26T09:21:00.000-05:002002-08-26T09:21:04.553-05:00So, did anybody do anything fun this weekend?
I'll tell you about mine as soon as the commenting system becomes available.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-806134592002-08-23T09:06:00.000-05:002002-08-23T09:06:34.230-05:00Here I go, off to Cleveland!
Arriving 4:00 p.m. local time, Delta 4454.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-805788712002-08-22T13:44:00.000-05:002002-08-22T13:44:25.000-05:00Googling
I'm currently at #2 for "pop stars nekked," and #5 for "Naked Couple Homepage."
Just in case anybody wondered.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-805473262002-08-21T20:28:00.000-05:002002-08-21T20:28:19.923-05:00I really hate to jump into potentially polarizing issues, but this one I've struggled with for many years, on a personal level.
Homeschooling is not inherently a bad thing. It is not inherently a good thing. There are a myriad of anecdotes to demonstrate its worthiness or unworthiness, its virtues and abuses.
There is a syndrome here in the southland of fundamentalist religious families Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-805297272002-08-21T12:34:00.000-05:002002-08-21T12:34:38.120-05:00And #6 for "thrown off a cliff in a sack."Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-805269192002-08-21T11:22:00.000-05:002002-08-21T11:22:20.100-05:00Google fun
Currently, we at The Drawers are #7 for "Martha Stewart jail pics."
It's a good thing.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-805068302002-08-20T23:02:00.000-05:002002-08-20T23:21:01.000-05:00Today was a very good day
Randy and I met at work a dozen or so years ago, when he needed someone who knew enough about MS Word to make some forms for our company's first ISO certification. I was apparently the only person there willing to take the plunge and help. At some point during the project, we started laughing. Then we went and had some beers, and talked, and laughed/drank/talked some Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-805057532002-08-20T22:35:00.000-05:002002-08-20T22:41:27.000-05:00I feel abandoned
I have had some really good times and have (met?) some fun and interesting people. Rachel, Dawn, Moxie, Jen, Acidman, JB (kinda), Da Goddess, Suli, A Gaggle of Gals, and the entire group at GI Party to name just a few. Unfortunately I have also met some people who are not much fun, that take this entirely too seriously, and dislike me for my opinions alone with no regard for whoSulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-805037152002-08-20T21:43:00.000-05:002002-08-20T21:45:24.000-05:00I first heard the power goth trio Splashdown at Lilith Fair some years ago, back when they had a record deal. They don't any more, fuck you very much, music industry.
Melissa Kaplan has a voice that doesn't die. From the beginning of their set until the hour later when they were done, her voice never lost an iota of power, nor her stage presence either. My friends and I were chilled to hear Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-804568212002-08-19T21:42:00.000-05:002002-08-20T22:12:21.000-05:00Let me tell ya a thing or two about my Dawn
I first found her via her hubby Eric's site, which I found via Vodka via Pej via LittleGreenFootballsvia the Instapundit blog chain. I think. Anyhoo, once I landed upon Eric's commentary I found it most enlightning and entertaining, and especially so because he's a music guy. Then he mentioned that his wifey had sprung up a blog of her own. I wandered Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-804472212002-08-19T17:09:00.000-05:002002-08-19T17:09:21.676-05:00Although when I took the test again with slightly different yet still honest answers:
You are a siren.
What legend are you?. Take the Legendary Being Quiz by Paradox
Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-804469982002-08-19T17:03:00.000-05:002002-08-19T17:03:43.000-05:00
You are a muse.
What legend are you?. Take the Legendary Being Quiz by Paradox
Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-804008362002-08-18T16:22:00.000-05:002002-08-18T22:46:03.000-05:00Hey, has anybody seen Dawn's ass?
Can't seem to remember where I left it.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-803779212002-08-17T22:40:00.000-05:002002-08-17T23:51:26.000-05:00I don't like that Joe Dee Messina's latest videos have her half-dressed and slithering around in front of race cars, she's a real true songster and lyricist and musician and beautiful and and charismatic and gifted without showing off her half-nekked gym-chiseled -body -- can't we get back to artists and poets? And let their physiques be afterthoughts? I feel that I've lost out on so much great Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-803767852002-08-17T21:59:00.000-05:002002-08-17T21:59:20.366-05:00My fellow bloggers, help me out here. I'm trying to find a quote that I thought was from Thoreau ... something about the scent of a dog's paw telling all about his travels. I can't seem to find any such thing on the web. Can anybody help me out here? I'm trying to write a poem for a friend.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-803720742002-08-17T18:46:00.000-05:002002-08-17T18:46:44.930-05:00Dirk of the Small Black Blog is sitting here next to me. Refuses to blog in my presence. What are we gonna do with him?Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-803475262002-08-16T23:43:00.000-05:002002-08-16T23:46:15.000-05:00My flu-like ailment reared its fevered head again today and I just haven't even had the energy to blog.
I did drag myself out of bed for a while tonight though, because I'd promised my friends Dirk and Ketz months ago that I help them organize their mom's stuff tonight for the estate sale tomorrow. I felt like hell and had to leave pretty early, but I had a wonderful time spending a few hours Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-803436112002-08-16T21:41:00.000-05:002002-08-16T21:41:39.736-05:00I know exactly what to do with the hijackers' remains.
Sweep them up ever so tenderly, package them carefully, include a nice sympathy note to their families, maybe a tasteful bouquet of lilies to go with. Just enough to let mom and dad know we care.
Then load it all up in a nuke and fire it over to Saudi where they fucking came from.Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575948.post-803060262002-08-15T23:44:00.000-05:002002-08-15T23:44:13.273-05:00Song for Dawn
D- is for the way you make me laugh
A- is for the way you kick my ass
W- has no business being here and makes no rhyming sense whatsoever
N- doesn't either, but it's late, and I love you and can't wait to come party with you and who needs more than that?Sulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395796740420158330noreply@blogger.com0