March 31, 2004
Happy Birthday to You.....Happy Birthday to You......Happy Birthday dear Abraaaaaaa (NerdyGirl)
Happy Birthdayyyyy tooooo Yoouuuuuuuuuu!!!!
And for the record there WILL be a celebration at some point even if it means I bring over a box of snackcakes and some candles.
Love you pretty girl! Enjoy your isolation....errrr....Birthday!
posted at 8:26 AM
March 30, 2004
Well, Jim has mentioned it a couple times....and it is something that I am personally working on...so I thought maybe I would share this little blurb about today.
Today is the Roman feastival of Janus and Concordia, patrons of new beginnings, doors and passages, and of peace and harmony.
This is a good time for new beginnings, no matter how scary, sad, or painful it is to leave the old behind. Happiness, contentment, and fulfillment will be found eventually.
I just wish there was some way to take my heart and soul and give them a nice relaxing soak. Maybe with some bubble bath and candles. But well for a bubble bath I would need a bathtub...somehow I don't think a hot shower in the tin box will cut it. Guess I will just give the hotshower to the body and the heart and soul can work with The Powers That Be to make my beginning happen happily.
posted at 5:47 PM
March 29, 2004
For future knowledge....if you are going to ask a friend to find a "poem" on the net, give a few details. Things such as"I only know this 1 line"....and "this was a poem in an email that was forwarded to me".....are useful knowledge to the one doing the searching. ugghhhhh! it doesn't matter how famous the line is there will be and are thousands....thousands of sites all with that line in that particular order. Oh! and after hours of searching don't choose to volunteer the information that you "have a hand written copy" somewhere at home!
I adore you G, but this girl better be worth it...........................and if you two don't work out I will be visiting Texas and clobbering you!
posted at 7:06 PM
March 28, 2004
So, some overly creative people...with just a bit too much time on their hands, rewrote error messages into haiku. Some turned out really well. Enjoy.
The Web site you seek
Cannot be located, but
Countless more exist.
Close all that you have worked on
You ask far too much.
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
Windoes NT crashed
I am the Blue Screen of Death
No one hears your screams.
Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone
andddd my favorite....
I ate your Web page.
Forgive me; it was tasty
and tart on my tongue.
posted at 1:25 PM
March 26, 2004
Well, more like a call to packing and moving. The pieces are slowly coming together for my mom. Lady's uphill battle with the politics and governmental red tape that surrounds her MS seems to be gaining ground. She got a call from a drug company...not hers...but another...so maybe she will be on meds again soon. ANNNNNDDDDDD!!!!!! She has a new apartment! The first one she went to see. Ground level...near where she already is...one bedroom...can have her pet. The best part....is rent......$1. That's it. A buck a month! Right now the people at Cheyenne Housing are some of my favorite people! Anyways, as soon as she knows when the move is happening...a collection of people will need to be gathered to converge on Cheyenne and get her moved. Please please please, help? Big trucks and cars might not be necessary, she is pretty sure Suzan and Del will lend a truck from Mooreland for the move. Right now it just looks like bodies are needed.
And if for nothing else do this so you will have the wonderful opportunity of meeting my mom. (It explains sooooo much about me!)
posted at 6:35 PM
March 25, 2004
I was given some information about a friend today. Information both bad and slightly better. The kind of information that makes you catch your breath and all thoughts leave your head. The only thing i can think or feel or say about the situation is....I am sorry.
posted at 3:41 PM
March 23, 2004
Geek love, old love, May-December, surprise, kisses, hearts, flowers, icecream, tingles and chills.....I want someone to sleep with...not fuck..sleep. I want whispers. I want to hold hands and have my fingers kissed. I want to see that look.....the heartstopping, bone melting, hungry, awestruck look. I want that look aimed at me...not just in a movie.
posted at 10:50 PM
March 22, 2004
I now have a Nerd shirt!!!! I have beautiful friends who after reading the blog-ring got all craftsy and made shirts!
I can't believe how beautiful it is outside...walked to class in a skirt and tshirt. There were more people out walking and enjoying the weather than I have ever really seen on a Monday morning. Everyone seems to be in a good mood. Amazing since it is the first day back from Spring Break...generally there is an overwhelming community sigh of " why? they can't make me..." Today is different. Spring actually happened this year! Trees, grasses, and flowers are showing signs of bright green life.....and the weather forecast includes rain. Rain! Not snow! This is the moment that inspires movies and tv shows to do "musical" episodes. And it would in Mandyland too....except that right now, on repeat, blaring through the loudspeakers is "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard...and their like...it's better than yours..." I blame it completely on the little girl who sang it during her oratory this weekend. Silly highschooler.
posted at 9:03 AM
March 21, 2004
Spring Break is almost over....but today is the official first day of spring....and there is no three feet of snow keeping me inside my apartment. In fact...there is no snow at all! The equinox is being celebrated by skirts and sandals and the major need to be playing outside. Most of my homework is done...(noone says a word about senior sem.) Abra is back!
And it was good!
posted at 2:07 PM
March 18, 2004
~ We are so going to have a "Barbie girl, Gay Pimp, Super thanks for asking" kind of trip!~
bounce bounce bounce twirly twirly twirly
I am in such a good mood. All excited n stuff to go see the queens...and maybe go dancin'. I am so going to have to be a rockstar tonight! But i want to be a pretty pretty princess too....Is there a pretty pretty rockstar?
Nothing important to say...just really really bouncey!!!
posted at 9:50 AM
March 17, 2004
Yep, Mandyland is acutally visibly under construction. I found a nifty new design for the page, but it takes coding skills I just don't have at the moment. (At least to get done what I want it to do.) So, instead the design team has been toying and fidgeting with the colors. Imput is very welcome...cause some members can be quite color blind at times. Let me know what ya think...and i will pass it on to whomever is in charge of these type of things. (There has to be someone in charge...doesn't there?)
posted at 11:36 AM
March 16, 2004
Kinda silly...but for some reason I would love to have an "I love(heart) Nerds" tshirt.
posted at 2:37 PM
March 14, 2004
My mother is not taking her MS meds. anymore, though she is still on her anti-depressants.
Apparently, my father and his wife now own an operate a kennel. The breed and sell australian shephards.
I cannot win a fight with a computer if it is older than my brother.
Having to explain what the movie Secretary is about to the cashier just shouldn't happen.
Chocolate can make many things better...but not all...
It doesn't matter how much I plan...I will always leave something necessary behind.
I will jump at any opening to whine or bitch given...no matter who is offering...or why.
My phone is stupid and only recieves half the texts sent to me...and randomly hangs up if the wind is too high.
Rent is an evil invention.
Target has everything I want and/or need...until I have the money to get it.
The roots of my hair hurt when I get a headache.
I am whining.
posted at 6:11 PM
March 12, 2004
" I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen." from Say Anything starring John Cusack.
posted at 6:05 PM
March 11, 2004
So...normally when I work in the labs I am pretty much ignored ...fine by me. However, the strangest, most amazing thing just happened to me. There was one student left. She was doing her thing...and ignoring me. I was doing mine...and ignoring her. As she was leaving she stopped by the desk and said softly, "You have an aura that just oozes sex." And with that she left. All I could do is push up my 50's girl glasses...glance down at my teacher-ish clothes and blink after her.
posted at 4:01 PM
March 10, 2004
"Colton's gonna kiss me!" squealed in that high-pitched, laughing, running voice that only girls under 12 can get constantly. The little girl in question comes running past, pigtails flying, and a beautiful smile telling she is enjoying the chase. The boy, presumably Colton, is not even 5 steps behind her. His arms are up, hands clenched in the immitation of claws. He's making a face and trying to growl through his laughter. He's not really trying to catch her...just enjoying the chase.
It's nice to know that some things never really change. :)
posted at 2:20 PM
So very, very sleepy. And the weather is changing...my knees hurt.
posted at 10:45 AM
March 09, 2004
Inspired by the good Rev. Furious' gay marriage rant I feel the urge to post the best letter to the pres. I have read thus far. (I am not very political at all...this may be the one time politics enters Mandyland.)
Dear President Bush,
Today you called upon Congress to move quickly to amend the US Constitution, and set in Federal stone a legal definition of marriage. I would like to know why. In your speech, you stated that this Amendment would serve to protect marriage in America, which I must confess confuses me. Like you, I believe in the importance of marriage and I feel that we as asociety take the institution far too lightly. In my circle of family, friends and acquaintances, the vast majority have married and divorced - some more
than once. Still, I believe in marriage.
I believe that there is something fundamental about finding another person on this planet with whom you want to build a life and family, and make a positive contribution to society. I believe that we need more positive role models for successful marriage in this country - something to counteract the images we get bombarded with in popular culture. When we are assaulted with images of celebrities of varying genres, be it actors, sports figures, socialites, or even politicians who shrug marriage on and off
like the latest fashion, it is vitally important to the face of our nation, for our children and our future, that we have a balance of commitment and fidelity with which to stave off the negativity. I search for these examples to show my own daughter, so that she can see that marriage is more than a disposable whim,despite overwhelming-evidence to the contrary.
As a father, I'm sure you have faced these same concerns and difficulties in raising your own daughters. Therefore I can also imagine that you must understand how thrilled I have been over the past few weeks to come home and turn on the news with my family.To finally have concrete examples of
true commitment, honest love, and steadfast fidelity was such a relief and a joy. Instead of speaking in the hypothetical, I was finally able to point to these men and women, standing together for hours in the pouring rain, and tell my child that this is what its all about. Forget Britney. Forget Kobe. Forget Strom. Forget about all the people that we know who have taken so frivolously the pure and simple beauty of love and tarnished it so consistently. Look instead at the joy in the beautiful faces of Del Martin and Phyllis Lyon - 51 years together! I mean, honestly Mr. President - how many couples do you know who are together for 51 years? I'm sure you agree that this love story provides a wonderful opportunity to teach our children about the true meaning and value of marriage. On the steps of San Francisco City Hall, rose petals and champagne, suits and veils, horns honking and elation in the streets; a celebration of love the likes of which this society has never seen. This morning, however, my joy turned to sadness, my relief transformed into outrage, and my peace became anger. This morning, I
watched you stand before this nation and belittle these women, the thousands who stood with them, and the countless millions who wish to follow them. How could you do that,Mr. President? How could you take something so beautiful - a clear and defining example of the true nature of commitment - and declare it to be anything less? What is it that validates your marriage which somehow doesn't apply to Del Martin and Phyllis Lyon? By what power, what authority are you so divinely imbued that you can stand before me and this nation and hold their love to a higher standard? Don't speak to me about homosexuality, Mr. President. Don't tell me that the difference lies in the bedroom. I would never presume to ask you or your wife how it is you choose to physically express your love for one another, and I defy you to stand before Del Martin and Phyllis Lyon and ask them to do the same. It is none of my business, as it is none of yours, and it has nothing to do with the "sanctity of marriage". I'm sure you would agree that marriage is far more than sexual___expression, and its high time we all started focusing on all the other aspects of a relationship which hold it together over the course of a lifetime.
Therefore, with the mechanics of sex set aside, I ask you again - what makes a marriage? I firmly believe that whatever definition you derive, there are thousands upon thousands of shining examples for you to embrace. You want to protect marriage. I admire and support that, Mr.President. Together, as a nation, let us find and celebrate examples of what a marriage should be. Together, let us take couples who embody the principles of commitment, fidelity, sacrifice and love, and hold them up before our children as role models for their own futures. Together, let us reinforce the concept that love is about far more than sex, despite what popular culture would like them to believe. Please, for the sake of our children, for the sake of our society, for the sake of our future, do not take us down this road. Under the guise of protection, do not support divisiveness. Under the guise of unity, do not endorse discrimination. Under the guise of sanctity, do not devalue commitment. Under the guise of democracy, do not encourage this amendment.
posted at 6:54 PM
Why oh why do I keep books for eons...then randomly decide to donate them? I always feel the urge to read them or use them months after they have left. Uggghhh! Must keep all books...
posted at 6:17 PM
March 08, 2004
This is a time of reflection, prayer, and most importantly community for several of my friends. The Baha'i community has been observing their holiday in an absolutely dedicated fashion. They spend the time, during daylight hours, taking care of the things, thoughts, feelings that would normally be ignored or pushed aside for the earthly pleasure of food. I am standing in the background being a supporter. I would step up like other friends of the faith and offer to cook breakfast for the group (sustinence is allowed..but only between sundown and sunup) However, there are two huge things standing in my way. First, I cannot cook! (And the cherry cobler incident was not my fault...A. doesn't own normal sized pans!) So getting up in the morning to play with a hot stove probably isn't the best idea for me...or the safety of the others. Second, I am so not a morning person. Now, neither really is anyone participating in this fast, but I am horrible at mornings, I need to be able to sit and be quiet...not do anything ...until my brain and my body catch on to the fact that I am no longer in bed. There is also a minor issue of my personality not being quite the social butterfly it should be; as well as having my natural graceful abilities kick in and I then spend more time tripping over my slippers than anyone really ever should. Yet again, just keeping the safety of my Baha'i friends in the forefront. So what I will do is continue supporting them. I will continue adding my energy, thoughts, and prayers to theirs. And I will continue finding new and interesting ways to sneak food into movies and the like so my friends don't have to starve.
~~~ Every day we do things, we are things that have to do with peace. If we are aware of our life...our way of looking at things, we will know how to make peace right in the moment, we are alive.~~~
*Thich Nhat Hanh*
posted at 9:11 AM
March 05, 2004
Take the quiz! http://bluepyramid.org/ia/bquiz.htm
Although, I am kinda scared of the answer I got: "You're Love in the Time of Cholera!
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Like Odysseus in a work of Homer, you demonstrate undying loyalty by sleeping with as many people as you possibly can. But in your heart you never give consent! This creates a strange quandary of what love really means to you. On the one hand, you've loved the same person your whole life, but on the other, your actions barely speak to this fact. Whatever you do, stick to bottled water. The other stuff could get you killed."
I am worried...cause I don't remember even half the experiences this implies I've had! Maybe I am starting to do things in my sleep?
posted at 7:50 PM
March 04, 2004
My first day of practicum...and I am no longer nervous! The "alternative" school seems to actually be what everyone wanted their highschool experience to be. Small classes....the entire school only has 40 students. And all...ALL..are there because they want to be. None are court ordered contrary to popular belief. The students I have met and worked with already amaze me. They actually learn, know, and apply the materials taught in class. Personally, I don't think that in highschool I was able...or would have been able to apply what i learned in Shakespeare to the text of To Kill a MockingBird.
And now....Just because I love my friend....and I believe in celebrating life...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINUS!!!!
Our own kite-flying reverend...the Fabulous Rev. Furious has made it past another year of life! The only gift I can give that will mean anything......is............I promise not to sing Happy Birthday songs at you. :)
posted at 11:37 AM
March 03, 2004
Do you remember the painting ice? Not sure if that is what it actually is called but it is that thin thin layer of ice that forms on puddles n such. Actually ice, not frost, just enough ice and just thick enough that parts are turning white...forming patterns on the surface. This is the ice that when touched snaps and pops like shattering glass, but more and more little white patterns appear and decorate the cracked surface. This morning walking across campus I saw the most beautiful little girl, squatted down, skirt bunching over her snowboots (am pretty sure she dressed herself this morning), poking a stick at the glass surface of an ice puddle...tracing the veins...listening to it pop and snap. She was just laughing and bouncing...not caring that mom had stopped yards away and was calling her. I am going to take her sheer uncompromised enjoyment as a sign...today is going to be a good day! And Freud will not get me down!
posted at 9:16 AM
March 01, 2004
This is not a judgment...Just a simple stating of facts. I love you! My life would be nowhere near as wonderful as it is without each and every one of you.
One is going after what she wants...with her partner's support.
One is figuring out that she needs complete separation...and sex.
One is waiting on her porch.
One is realizing that forcing the issue doesn't make the answers come any faster...or easier...it just causes bruises.
One is learning to be happy with himself.
One is trying to find his life...in another state.
One is trying to right his wrongs...but isn't sure where to start.
One just wants to make sure she is ok.
posted at 10:59 AM
OMG!!!! Where did February go? I think I lost it under the snow...
posted at 8:08 AM
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