Archive for March 2008
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O Sacred Head Now Wounded
Oh sacred head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down
Now scornfully surrounded, with thorns Thine only crown
How pale Thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn
How does that visage languish, which once was bright as morn
What Thou, my Lord, has suffered was all for sinners gain
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the [...]
Trimming the Fat vs. Tried and True
There are always changes in life. Some change is bad. Some change is good. Some changes we control with the decisions we make. Some changes just happen to us.
I deleted my Twitter weeks ago. I liked it a lot. I still do. I just did not like that I [...]
MANnequin
Seriously? Was the realness so incredibly important? Was is more important than her head or legs and feet? Well, I guess a man made this one anyway. As Heather would say (and I find myself saying all the time now instead of OMG) OH MY STINKIN’ HECK!
What?! Is a mannequin really capable of getting cold? SmockDaddy said she needed some undergarments. WHAT?! Men. She needed be made like that in the first place? What is the stinkin’ point? Victoria’s Secret isn’t enough for the men and boys so Kohl’s is going to buy mannequins with cold titillated perky erect stimulated pointy nipples?
What’s for dinner?
I hate it when my children ask me what’s for dinner. I despise it. Why? Because no one pays attention to the answer, only to the fact that some one asked a question that had the word dinner in it. So each little brain tunes in to that one single word and they wage a war against me each asking me one at a time only minutes apart, “What’s for dinner?” UGH! Why do they do this? I think it is to wear me down. Break me so they can tie me up and put on their Indian costumes and dance around me with tomahawks and yip and hoot like the Lost Boys and Indians in Peter Pan. When I get that question I often answer with something like, “Food”. They especially love it when I say something like “pickled pigs feet” or “hog jaws”. So when I am prepared (read organized) I love it when I have something in the kitchen for all of them to do - at least then they won’t be dancing around under my feet just getting in the way. That’s worse than the repetitive questioning.
