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Name: Aj
Country: United States
State: Oregon
Gender: Female
Interests: Currently I'm rather fascinated with my husband and our new son. I also enjoy things pertaining to:
-- my favorite rock-ahs: U2, Sting, Frankie
-- the Food Network (perhaps I'll learn to cook by osmosis)
-- Martha Stewart (she knows people who know how to get stuff done)
-- the meaning of the Universe (which, of course, is 42)
Expertise: -- Uncanny knack of speaking in jingles
-- A mean peanut butter chocolate chip cookie
-- Grammatical know-how
-- Ability to recall characters, plot lines and show history of soap opera actors (they're a shifty bunch)
"My mind has an endless capacity for useless information" - Playing by Heart
Occupation: Supervisory
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
Member Since:
5/14/2004
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| We've Moved![Imagine this is like one of those postcards you get in the mail that make you think "Wow - not a bill!"]
DrenNotes
It's not that we don't love Xangaland anymore; it's that other folks got whiney that they couldn't comment unless they signed up for an account (it's free, people - geez). Plus, the Hubby loves any excuse to buy a new domain.
We want you to come visit us at our new diggs, with room for all to crash. I'll make you cookies and banana bread while Munchkin climbs every mountain . . . or window sill (we're a really happenin' household).
Drooley zerberts from the Munchkin, MunchkinMama, & Co.
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| Dit Dit Dit DIT DIT DIT!!!!No, you can't have two bananas at 9:30pm.
Dit Dit Dit DIT DIT DIT!!!!
No, you can't drink 32 oz. of water at 9:30pm.
Dit Dit Dit DIT DIT DIT!!!!
No, you can't have a Great Gran Paula ginger cookie at 9:30pm.
Dit Dit Dit DIT DIT DIT!!!!
No, you can't sit on Mom's lap while she's STILL editing materials at 9:30pm.
Dit Dit Dit DIT DIT DIT!!!!
No, you can't listen to Matchbox 20 loudly at 9:30pm (or ever, for a matter of fact).
Dit Dit Dit DIT DIT DIT!!!!
No, you can't bring about peace on earth and good will towards men at 9:30pm.
Dit Dit Dit DIT DIT DIT!!!!
Yes: you may sit on the cat at 9:30pm.
I look forward to hearing from the cat now. :)
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| Paula, This One's For You :)It's National De-Lurking Week: consider yourself informed.
And please, don't let the terrorists win.
:)
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| Life Is Like A SpatulaDo any of you remember the breath-taking, cinematic genius of a piece UHF? It stars one Mr. Weird Al Yankovic and one budding star Michael Richards.
Tagline: TV as it was meant to be seen. In a movie theater.
Oh, the memorable quotes for those of us who have appreciated its artistic splendor:
Crazy Ernie: If nobody comes down here and buys a car in the next hour, I'm gonna club this baby seal. That's right. I'm gonna club this seal to make a better deal. You know I'll do it, to, cause I'm crazy.
Stanley Spadowski: I'm thinkin' of something orange. Something orange. Give up? It's an orange.
[laughs]
Stanley Spadowski: Ok, now I'm thinkin' of something blue. Something bluuuuuue.
[afterlosing his thumb in a table saw]
Joe Earley: Can you believe this? Would you look at that? Just call me "Mr. Butterfingers." I think it's on the floor somewhere. Is my face red.
There’s also some serious, life-affirming lessons to be learned:
GENDER EQUALITY
Pamela Finklestein: "Broads don't belong in broadcasting"? Is that the kind of professional courtesy you teach your news department?
R.J. Fletcher: Why, that's a terrible thing. I don't know how many time I've told those boys, never call chicks broads.
THE MEANING OF LIFE
Stanley Spadowski: Life is like a mop. Sometimes life gets full of dirt and crud and hairballs and things and you gotta clean it out. You gotta stick it in here and rinse it off and start all over again. And sometimes life sticks to the floor so much that a mop, a mop, it's not good enough. You gotta get down there with like a toothbrush, you know, and you gotta really scrub 'cause you gotta get it off. But if that doesn't work, you can't give up. You gotta stand right up. You gotta run to a window and say, "These floors are dirty as hell, and I'm not gonna take it any more."
And apparently for my son, it has given him direction in life. Now, he has yet to see UHF, but seeing as how it took me three times to get through the movie in high school (we’d always put it in after watching all three star wars movies or an 8 hour tape of Ren and Stimpy, so I’d fall asleep), it must’ve saturated into some part of me that I passed on to him.
Because Munch is going to work at Spatula City:
Sy Greenblum: Hello, this is Sy Greenblum, president of Spatula City. I like the spatulas so much, I bought the company.
All day long Munch has had a facination with spatulas. He drags his Lego container or his toy box or his tool box over to the drawer that houses all the Fun Kitchen Gadgets, stands on his tip toes, opens the drawer, and feels around until he feels something long and metal: every time he drags out a spatula (no, not the bowl-scrappers; the metal pancake-flippers). All around the house he bangs things with the delightful gadget: walls, his toys, the cat.
He took a nap with the spatula. I tried to pry it out of his hands, but there would be no separation.
Bubba wanted to be a flash-light packer; Munch will be a spatula tester.
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| In honor of my auntShe may or may not approve, but still - so funny.
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