| Dear Perez Hilton,
I love your site, I go on it religiously, but could you please stop egging Tina on? She's seriously ruined so many songs for me, and other people. She's a horrible singer. You know it, the people who go on her myspace know it. Please, do us all a favor and stop, before we all go deaf from clawing at our ears.
Thank you.
Katie J.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- anyways. We picked up my nieces today. It was nice up until, i'd say 7-ish. All of a sudden, Katelyn stood there, her lip started quivering and she said "Daddy". Then the waterworks started. She cried for a good half hour then she was done. Thank Goodness. Next weekend, I get to meet the Uncle none of us have met yet. That should be fun. Deanna wants me to invite Joe. I don't know if i'm going to or not. I'm still undecided. I'm probably staying at linda's next weekend too.
I tried going to bed early last night, but Clerks 2 was on, so I had to watch some of it. I'm going now though, I'll update tomorrow. :] - Creating From:Front Room
- Feeling:I hope he calls tomorrow :-/
 - Creating To:Will you still love me tomorrow-Amy Winehouse
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| *takes a deeeeeep breath and exhales*
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! DAMN FREAKING AWESOME LAST EPISODES!!!! MOVIE AWESOME!!!
YES, I am fangirl /geeking out, I know, I don't do it too often ^^;.
BUT I told everyone who asked me to hang out tonight that I was glueing my ass to the chair and watching the Avatar: The Last Airbender movie special on Nickelodeon. Watched it in the kitchen, with the GOOD speakers, while eating dinner, only washing dishes during the last few commercial breaks.
And I'm not going to ruin it for anyone who DIDN'T get to see it, buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut... the very last scene... FINALLY!!! And the battle between Ozu and Aang had me fangeeking out.
THAT IS ALL I WILL SAY! X3~
Okay, back to washing the dishes from dinner. They've been sitting for the whole two hours of the movie now ^^;.
~~Bee - Feeling:giddy
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| Mayor Christian Estrosi of Nice, France, presented one of the birth certificates of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt’s twins on the steps of Nice’s Fondation Lenval hospital, where son Knox Leon and daughter Vivienne Marcheline were born Saturday.
Knox was born at 6:27 p.m. on July 12 and Vivienne came within a minute of that time.
The document also showed the Mayor’s signature, and Brad Pitt’s initials, the letters WBP representing his full name, William Bradley Pitt.
In welcoming the twins, Estrosi told reporters,
“It’s a pride to Nice and all its citizens. On behalf of the inhabitants of Nice, I congratulate the happy parents, the most famous couple of the world who have chosen our city for this happy event. I also congratulate the four brothers and sister of the newborns who are [history won’t forget it] real ‘Niçois’ (’citizens of Nice’),” he added.
--- the mayor was too busy pimping out the Holy Twins to check the number and genders of the already-existing kids. come on, i'm no fan of them - i only read Brad Pitt news because i want to see gwynniepoo being jealous of his new love and life -- and i only read Angelina news because she's so pretty and has a humongous vocabulary - but even i know they have Maddox, Zahara, Pax and Shiloh my fave.
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| The following is a post I started this morning and then, with a mistaken click of Ctrl+W, thought I lost it. I tried to recover the draft like usual, but it wouldn't come up. I figured it was gone. And now, hours later, it appears. The icon choice is ironic, because that is exactly what my garden does not look like.
My garden does look like this:
It's like a scene from the beginning of The Secret Garden. There's something nice in there... somewhere... but I need an army of children to find it.
So here's my list of things to do to try to uncover the loveliness that I suspect is in there somewhere, in order from easiest/least time investment to hardest/most time investment:
The list starts after the one thing I have to do first regardless of ease, which is releasing and somehow disposing of the bird that got itself caught in my bird netting while I was in Kansas and, subsequently, died there. :(
- Move all the non-plant stuff into the garage
Pull up forget-me-nots & dispose
- Prune blueberry bushes
- Prune suckers from the bottom of the pear tree
- Prune dying branches from the red-twig dogwood
- Buy a hell of a lot of mulch
- Remove wire fencing from around composted dirt-mound in back yard
- Use weed-eater to carve a border around the front-yard garden along the driveway
- Use tiller to grind up crab grass and weeds where they have taken over without impediment
- Use tiller border attachment to carve into the encroaching grass and root-prune the grass around border beds, pull up sod merging into flower beds
- Remove wooden latices from the backyard garden and till weeds
- Re-organize workbench and garden area of garage
Before tackling the yard, I saw and downloaded the last act of Dr. Horrible. ( spoilerish )When the above gardening post seemed lost, I decided to get out there and just go from memory. Rick handled the suckers at the bottom of the pear tree with the lawnmower, I got the forget-me-nots and one of the blueberry bushes, tossed all the bird netting and deceased avian life, and pruned the dying branches from the red-twig dogwood. I also pruned the heck out of the flowering (and oddly fruiting) quince, which has helped. Still plenty to do tomorrow. After we cleaned up a bit, Rick and I went to see Journey to the Center of the Earth 3D. Word to the wise: the glasses you have to wear for the 3D effects are not terribly compatible with prescription glasses. Before we go see another 3D movie, we're getting contacts. The movie is perfect matinee fare. Fun, fast-paced, and flinch-inducing. I'm pretty sure I got chomped by a big fish. I had problems with the 3D, possibly because of the glasses problem, but usually felt like I was seeing layered 2D images rather than actual 3D. It was cool, but I think I'd be just as happy seeing the movie in a traditional format. Brendan is looking nice... After setting sun, I decided to have another look at Dr. Horrible. ( spoilers ) | |
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| Woohoo, I have an A.A. in liberal studies as my first degree! Comes with its very own free cardboard box to live in down by the river. | |
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| One week he sounds the best I have heard him in months, the next he sounds awful. Tonight his speech was slurred and he wasnt making much sense. He did recognize I wished him a happy birthday. And even sang happy birthday to himself as a prompt.. I think.. well a line or two.. till I took over.... it was all I could do not to cry. My already sore throat tightened painfully and I was so afraid he'd hear me cry which is something I dont want to happen. I was able to sing him happy birthday and squeeze out how much I loved him before he handeded the phone back to my grandmother.
I knew it didnt bode well when she answered the phone this morning. Dads girlfriend is back int he hospital and when I called this morning my Mimi answered, she told me dad was having a bad day and Id need to call back.
When dad handed her back the phone she let me know dad is going to have to go into full time care. I hate feeling so powerless I cant do anything about that... I cant help. I know hes going to hate it and will end up dying there so far away from all of us.
I cant bring him to where I am.. as I have stairs to contend with and he established a long time ago hed resist that as he doest care to have me see him like this.
What I am having trouble wrapping my mind around is how I let this get to me every signle time... its almost crippling the tightness in the chest, the pain in my head from crying.. I should be grateful for all the borrowed time I have had, all the weeks I have gotten to tell him I love him... and hear him reply "I love you too Punkin."
Its not getting any easier, I selfishly want him around to share so many things with me. I want him to be around for the day I marry.. Id like to actually see a doctor about fertility treatments... I want him to actually see a grandchild... I just have waited until too late.... and I find that I want these things as badly as I feel in my heart that its not going to happen.
If you pray please add my family to your thoughts and prayers. None of us are handling this roller coaster well and they look to me to be the strong one and I am not prepared to be that for them. | |
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| DH was out of town for 3 days this week so I was under siege with the 3 kiddos. Too tired to post. The family went to visit a local community garden this evening which we really like. It's free and offers sights for kids including chickens, and it is very peaceful. Their stone marker reads
May peace prevail throughout the world through the unviversal language of gardens -
I thought it a moving and meaningful phrase. After the gardens, we tried a nearby pizza joint that I've been eyeing for years but haven't gotten around to visiting. Pizza was pretty yummy. Next to our table was a mom with a boy and girl. The girl was probably anywhere from 5 to 7 years old (hard to tell some times). They were white. An older gentleman came in the pizza joint with a little girl about the same age and they were black. Almost spontaneously the little girls started dancing and running around the tables while laughing their heads off. It was pretty joyful and I asked the mom if they knew each other and were friends. She said, "No, they've never met." We all laughed at the girls antics and marveled that they'd only just met and were having such a good time together.
In a world where many things are wrong and go wrong, it makes your heart sing to see wonderful reminders of how lovely life can be. Makes you hopeful.
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| Graduation dance and my ankle hurts from 45 minutes in 1 1/2" clogs.
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| Went to Walmart for my dinner break. Bad idea. I forgot that it was Saturday. And that it was a Walmart.
As I was running around throwing things into my basket so I could get back to work before intermission hit, a man passed me and said, "Excuse me, pretty lady." And then he came back and exclaimed, "I love your complexion."
"Thank you," I said as I was throwing powder into my cart.
"It's really pretty. Are you American?"
"Yes," I said confusingly.
"Really?"
"....Yeah."
"Alllright."
I smiled and scuttled away quickly.
This is why flirting scares the bejesus out of me. You can easily come off as a weirdo.
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| Today, I sat down and counted up the books that I've read this summer. Remember, I started reading in the first week of June. As an added note, I've had 2 weeks where I was unable to read for 4 days from 7:30am to 4:30 pm give or take a half hour...
I have read....
39 novels. That means I'm averaging about a book a day. AND most days, I'm doing other things too.
Brain candy is good for you! :)
PS I have about 10 books still that I need to read. ;) - Feeling:accomplished
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| Eeesh. I is tired. We worked for what felt like forever on spirals last night. I hate them. Which is sad, because they're supposed to be a gimme move. I always feel like I'm about half a second away from eating ice. I'm fine when I'm working on them off-ice, but not so much on-ice ("Keep your chest up - you're not Sasha Cohen.") Anyway, all kinds of muscles are sore from that endeavor. George Ann has decided that all of the individual elements from my FS test need to be connected, so we've worked out what I guess is sort of a mini-program sans music. I will be spending lots of time on that tomorrow. Since Paula was skating, I dragged myself out of bed this morning and went to the second high freestyle session - it was a switch going from last night's session with the baby ballerinas to the teen-age hotshots this morning. They're all working on programs for August's competition, but at least the babies have to dodge me instead of the other way 'round. Poor Chase - every time his program music started, everybody else cleared off to the sides to take a break, so he had to do his run-thru's with all of us watching, which rather irritated him. But bless him, he takes up a good 8 feet of space every time he does a split jump. Nobody wants to get hit by that. I'm in the process of finally shopping for a skating dress. Up to this point I've just tested in a leotard and skirt from a local dancewear shop, but it's time to find something "official." At the moment I've found three possibilities that I really like: Votes for one or the other? I'm awful about making up my mind. I got to spend two hours tonight at Tri-State Speedway helping to run a tailgate party for Rick, which was a new one for me. I wasn't going to go, but since Rick was starting to act a little overwhelmed by Wednesday, I figured should probably help him out. It was hot, dusty, loud and very redneck. I thought I was going to melt, but the people-watching was kinda' fun. It's USAC week, so there were a million people there, and most of them were wearing NASCAR gear, which didn't make much sense to me, since this is a sprint car circuit. Hmm. We had a special deal on tickets, and sold all 70 of the ones we had, so I had to keep track of who got what, and who owed what. Should have fun trying to figure out receipts on Monday! In between the rink and the race track I did manage to make it downtown to the library, so I think I'm going to spend the rest of the night with a book and a large glass of Caffeine-Free Diet Mt. Dew. | |
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| Must remember its Twilight not Twatlight when asking about it...
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| 1. Pick a hot guy... take a moment to think. 2. Is this really the guy you want? 3. Pick his top 10 hottest, cutest, most irresistible pictures. 4. Tag 5 other users. I will not tag. Do it if you feel like doing... So. Hot guy. There's a lot out there. But i have to do this about my current "crush"(because isn't a crush, i just like him, and he is cute...) To everybody out of Brazil, and to those from here that don't like soccer, sorry, this is about a brazilian soccer player, that plays in Brazil and is not famous(Yep, no Ronaldinhos, Kakas, Patos, etc), he's from my beloved team, Botafogo. Anyway, les pics!
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| Lots to say about heroes today. First off, I'm going to be at the theater in 90 minutes to see Dark Knight. Yes I'm spending money I don't have to see this amazing, orgasmic film that will surely win lots of Oscars. OK, that was overly sarcastic. Yes, I'm totally excited to see this film. But I have to agree with Scott Kurtz on PVPOnline.com when he says "Let me enjoy the film." We get inundated with so much crap when a movie is expected to be successful. Trailer upon trailer so all we have to do is piece them together and we have the movie. It's ridiculous. Anyway, as with most films I'm excited about, I've avoided reading spoilers, review, or watching too many trailers so I feel like it'll be a pretty fresh experience. I'm running out of time so I'll have to post my other part about heroes later. But if you haven't checked out www.drhorrible.com you definitely should. If you haven't heard about it yet, you'll likely be hearing about it a lot in the weeks to come. Good, funny stuff. - Filed As:comics
- Feeling:excited
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| In TV news, I finished watching Everwood last week. I'm glad I finally finished it, and let me say that the series finale made so much more sense this time around. I'd watched it when it first aired, but at the time I'd only seen the first season. I don't even remember if I'd seen all of first season at the time. I had so many questions like "IRV! No!" and "When Andy and Nina turn romantic?" Not to mention, "Who's Scott Wolf?" Hahaha, it's amazing what happens when you watch something from start to finish. Couldn't help feeling sorry for Stephanie, though - she's waiting around for Eprham, getting annoyed with how late he is and he's just kissing Amy. The least he could have done was ask Amy if she was sure she was ready, and when she said "Yeah, I'm definitely ready," then he could have responded with "Okay. Then there's something I have to go take care of." Hmm. Wonder where that came from. I've now moved on to Mysterious Ways and prior to watching the pilot, I knew exactly one thing about the show: the male star. As in, I knew he was in it. Other than that, I knew nothing. But I'm really enjoying it. It's not an obsession; it doesn't seem like the type of show that lends itself to fandom or fanfic or anything, but it's a fun show. A little freaky, but definitely fun. And Declan is slowly winning my heart with his earnest ways. Considering how many TV shows and movies I have in the past, and am in the future, looking into because of him, I should probably make a tag. I'm watching Dr. Horrible, and it's so good. There's lots of bits and pieces of the songs that remind me of other musicals. The biggest reminds-me-of is "Once More With Feeling" which makes sense because it's a Joss thing. There were bits that reminded me of Into the Woods, though I can't place which song. And then there's the one part in Act III (no spoilers!) where he sings "Arise and seize..." which I shouldn't have to say what it reminds me of. Hey, I just found a connection! Vinnie! And the Bad Horse guys who pop in reminded me of DHP's monologue on SNL. "And every time I sing a line, they sing it back annoyingly." | |
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| i like this. i know it's conceited and the start of the excerpt sucks like a vacuum, but i like how it grows into... i don't know. real life? ”Kiva nähdä suakin”, sanon ääneen, hieman leikkisästi. Hän nostaa katseensa minun kasvoihini; hänen silmänsä ovat suuret ja pyöreät, ilme pelokas ja toiveikas samaan aikaan.”Oikeesti?” Kurtistan kulmiani tälle; miksi hän kysyy tuollaista? Epäileekö hän, että tosiaan vain sanoisin niin sanomisen vuoksi, vain ollakseni kohtelias? Pitääkö minun vastata; odottaako hän vastausta? ”Niin...” sanon viimein. ”Miksi ei olisi?” ”Ku mä oon...” hän aloittaa selityksensä, vaikenee ja tokaisee sitten,”Mikä mussa on niin vialla?” Hänen äänensä värisee, on särkymisen partaalla, ja silmät kimaltelevat kosteina. ”Ei sussa ole mitään vikaa”, vastaan, vaikka mieleni tekeekin tuhahtaa. Taas sama vanha laulu; aina sama säkeistö, mikä minussa on vialla?, aina samat sanat ja sama melankolinen melodia.</span> ”Miks sä sitten jätit mut?” Kyynel valahtaa alas hänen punertavaa poskeaan, mutta hän tuijottaa edelleen haastavasti silmiini, sieraimet tukahdutetusta itkusta värähdellen. Hän nostaa kirjansa rintaansa vasten tuskin tajuten elettään. Sovitus. Hänen toinen kätensä nousee hänen kaulalleen, luullakseni koskettamaan sitä kuin painaen kurkussa olevaa möykkyä alas, että hän voisi hengittää, mutta minulle eleestä muistuu mieleen muutama hänen viimeaikaisista, huolestuttavista viesteistään. Tai, no, kaikki ne ovat olleet huolestuttavia, mutta erityisesti ne, joissa hän puhui hirttosilmukoista. ”Miten sun kaula voi?” kysyn vastaamatta hänelle. Hän hämmentyy silminnähden, koskettaa kaulaansa näkyvämmin ja katsoo polviini. ”Hyvin”, hän vastaa ja rykäisee päälle kuin näyttääkseen, että se toimii, tai selvittääkseen kurkkuaan, jotta ääni kulkisi paremmin. ”Ja sun äänikin kuuluu kulkevan ihan ookoo...?” Äänetön nyökkäys, paradoksaalinen vastaus kysymykseeni. En tiedä, tekeekö hän sen tahallaan vai ei. Osa minusta toivoo, että ei tee. Valkoiset sormet puristavat kirjaa rintaa vasten tiukemmin. the funeral was a hard thing. i haven't even been able to tell anyone my condolences. i guess i should tell myself, too, but i'd rather just not think of anything relating to that. and it's not like anyone else has cared about them, either. i tried to keep cool and stared off into the tombstones at the chapel/graveyeard, thinking over and over again nothing else but a line from Kristiina Brask's Varkain se saapuu, yhtäkkiä oon onnellinen. (i know it's really random line to think of, but i tried not to think of the sad things.) but i lost it at the chapel. i cried, cried, cried, and couldn't even sing the hymns. (and on top of everything, i realized i'm in the middle of a religious crisis.) i feel broken inside. devastated. i'd really need my Aki now. where the hell are you? You're not alone
if you don't love this anymore
I hear that you've slipped again
I'm here 'cause I know you'll need a friend
Take some time; learn to breathe
- Creating To:Sixx: AM - Accidents Can Happen
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| Kelly and I went to Hudson's last night. I had some ribs (which were spicy, ultra tender, and oh-so-yummy) and some fries, which Kelly ate most of. The bartender must have really liked me or our waitress Vanessa because he made my Long Islands extra strong. And I know that Long Islands are already pure liquor, but he must have added more of a certain liquor. lol. So, by the time we went to Kroger (a nice 1AM run), I was walking through the aisles happy. It was fun.
12 hours later, I was back at Hudson's having lunch with Miss Keira. I love that girl. Must hang out with her more often. We always have great talks.
P.S. Listening to Christmas music in July is the best thing ever. Who doesn't love Bing Crosby and Nat King Cole's voice in the summertime. Mmmhmm.
Now, on to my dinner break.
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