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[22 Mar 2005|08:47pm] |
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One week vacation. Must be fulfilling and memorable with ability to relax. At least 6 days experience in laziness and dawdling required. Orchid hunting is a plus.
Remorse need not apply.
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| Tearing Stuff Up |
[26 Dec 2004|12:08pm] |
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My Dremel tool ROCKS! That is all.
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| Conclusion |
[18 Sep 2004|07:56pm] |
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Goody's powdered pain reliever should NOT have the word "Good" anywhere in the name until they do something about the taste.
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| GORGE-ous! |
[06 Jul 2004|09:10pm] |
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After hiking up and down mountains for 7 hours yesterday, I'm a bit sore. When I say hiking, I do not mean just walking. This also included scaling steep slopes, grappling roots with my hands to keep from plunging to my doom (or just falling 30 feet and impaling myself on a tree branch, dangerously close to a vital organ, and foaming from the mouth until somebody air lifts me out)...
( SEE THE GORY DETAILS )
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| R.I.P. Cobalt |
[21 Apr 2004|09:52pm] |
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I went into the orchid room and discovered that Cobalt, my Haplopelma lividum tarantula, has become an ex-spidey... Sniffle.
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| Finally |
[03 Apr 2004|12:02pm] |
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DSL is good.
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| Holidays... |
[27 Nov 2003|11:16am] |
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...When loving families get together and see who wasted the most money on gifts, talk about church, and how the kids whose names they cannot remember have grown like weeds.
It is the time of year that warms the heart, because Auntie's toxic food gave everyone HEARTBURN!
The holidays are a tender celebration of togetherness, to find next year's favorite gossip topic, and to re-establish who the black sheep are.
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| The 8th Deadly Sin: Manicotti |
[18 Nov 2003|07:55pm] |
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The other day I was kindly informed that I need to 'eat a biscuit'. I eat plenty of biscuits, french fries, pizza, chocolate... You know, healthy stuff. So this evening I decided to take it a step further and mutilate some manicotti. My tummy is SO happy! So happy in fact, that I am afraid for the rest of the package sitting in the freezer. It has been about a year and a half since I last indulged myself in the 8th deadly sin.
I anxiously await the nasty thunderstorm the Weather Channel has promised. Lightning is so exciting! This will be an excellent time to collect more rainwater for my Dracula, Tacca, and any plants that will need to be leached.
Finally, I braved rush hour and pre-holiday traffic congestion to get my mop cut. It feels so much softer now.
Today has been good.
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| Sorry, Ando |
[11 Nov 2003|08:25pm] |
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A certain co-worker is NOT getting his turtle back. He has been out of town for quite some time, and has left his little girl for myself and others in my department to spoil, adore, and become attached to. She was found in a down-town, high traffic area (probably dangerous for little turtles), and was only the size of a quarter from what I've been told. We believe she is a Pseudemys concinna concinna, or in regular redneck English, an Eastern River Cooter. Now honestly, would you prefer the scientific or common name? She currently lives in a 10 gallon tank and is about 5 inches long. This morning we cleaned her tank and filter, and rearranged the pebbles to give her more room to swim. She eats turtle treats from our hands. Hopefully I can get a picture to show how adorable she is, whether he plans to reclaim her or not. If he refuses to leave her with us, there could be a revolt! He would still have visitation rights. His office is 10 feet from where she sits.
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| GUILTY AS (I have) CHARGED |
[06 Nov 2003|06:42am] |
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After work I was supposed to pay my department store bills and cut my hair. That was it. Instead, I went shopping (enter death dirge). Shopping alone is depressing, so I buy more because I am 'depressed'. Yes, most of it was something I needed because I am low on decent work attire. There is no doubt that I should get rid of some of the high school and thrift store clothes. Will I actually get rid of them? Doubtful. Only recently did I bring myself to toss the infamous electrical tape pants. What did I purchase?
1. Long sleeve t-shirts, 2 for the price of 1.5
2. Nightmare Before X-Mas shorts for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) techbat.
3. Pants (that are less likely to fall down) and another long sleeve t-shirt.
4. Massive sterling ring.
Though I spent less than $100, a good indication that I have splurged is the sterling ring that eclipses my hand. But it makes me happy! I can be such a girl sometimes...
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| Eat, Drink, and be Scary! |
[02 Nov 2003|04:48pm] |
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So I went to the party this weekend. It was held in an old warehouse. Throughout the night, someone was spraying massive pillars of fire outside the front door. Inside, the dungeon, dance-floor and bar area were packed. There was an old Mazda parked out back that was completely destroyed by the end of the night. Aside from the fire dancers, the most memorable thing I saw was the guy wearing a straight jacket with 666 painted on his forehead, almost touching his feet to the ceiling on one of the swings they had hung from the rafters. The expression on his face and straps flapping in the wind somehow completed this person's outfit.
Dave Attell and the Insomniac crew arrived around 3:00 am. I assaulted him with Cleopatra the python, which they got footage and photos of. Ultimately they did not seem so impressed by us, the dregs of the party. It was much more interesting earlier on (during the hours they could still serve alcohol).
Hopefully I didn't make too much of an ass of myself...
P.S. Thank you Darren, for the invite to such an awesome party!
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| Cricket! (and I don't mean the cell phone) |
[31 Oct 2003|06:03am] |
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Cave crickets are my lifelong nemeses. These are not the cute little black ones that mind their own business outside. These are the light brown crickets that have tall, bristly haunches and will hunt your ass down to jump on you. They lurk in sinks, tubs, and on bathroom walls, waiting until you get up in the middle of the night... and then THWACK! right on the forehead. Sometimes they conspire together and threaten you as a pack, usually guarding the toilet.
What is worse, is when they don't jump, and by accident you crunch the crispy, prickly exoskeleton under your bare foot. The moisture of its own innards adhere the legs to your skin.
I wish Malleus was a better hunter. He likes to play with them until they are half dead, but will not eat them. When I bother to catch them, they make excellent Uroplatus or Anolis treats!
Aside from myself, cave crickets are the epitome of evil.
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