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I'm looking to expand my link list, and I've stumbled across a lot of great blogs out there via Entrecard and elsewhere. Anyone interested in exchanging links? Drop me a comment and let me know........

"Wind's blowin' me in another direction. Ain't no use arguin' with the wind." - Dorothy Dandridge as "Carmen" in Carmen Jones Sometimes it's hard to accept the fact that you just have to accept the facts. There are things in life that - no matter how hard you try - you simply cannot control. At this moment, I have to find the strength and courage to let go and let life unfold out of my hands knowing that I have done all I can. Time to stop arguing with the wind.

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You know, I'm relatively new to the blogosphere, so I joined BlogCatalog, and later Entrecard, to allow me to easily browse among other bloggers' pages. I haven't been doing it long, but you know what I've already discovered? There are actually lots of bright, clever, interesting, intelligent and witty people out there ..... I've missed you in my life. Thanks for writing.

I have found myself at home on a Saturday night with no children. This almost never happens. And although this rare event might seem to be a blessing, what it does is remind me that I have no life. And here on my little corner at the intersection of Nowhere and Where The F**k Is That?!?!, I don't even have the option of a life. So, tonight for me is: laundry music cheap wine Harry Potter Pop-Tarts the Dean Koontz novel I have been unable to finish for some reason And as an aside, I love logicians.....sigh...... Just in case you missed some of today's top news (some serious...some not so much...): Sharpton vows to 'close this city' after officer acquittals - I pray this remains peaceful. Clinton Tries a Different Debate Debate - What do you think of seeing these two in a Lincoln-Douglas kind of debate today? Debating is not Obama's strength, but this format would be interesting. Hmmm... (Don't miss the comments at the end!!) Florida lawmakers consider bi

"It was the Law of the Sea, they said. Civilization ends at the waterline. Beyond that, we all enter the food chain, and not always right at the top." - Hunter S. Thompson It seems rather neat to draw such a distinction, but in reality, civilization is an illusion anyway. We're all in the food chain, and we can't all be on top. It's the Law of the Sea of Humanity. This so-called civilization has the same beautiful but deadly anemones. It's got sponges. It's got worms. It's got seemingly brilliant dolphins, clever seals and instinctively predatory sharks. It's got some who are just trying to blend into the sand and not be noticed, and some who live their whole lives in a shell because - let's face it - they're just too delectable a morsel if we can ever break into it, and some who just can't resist dancing atop the water just for the attention (even if it might end up getting 'em harpooned). Forget the waterline. We're all just

I try to post here every day, if for no other reason than so daily readers have something new to look at. Most days it's no problem - I've no shortage of opinions, even if they're kind of pointless. But there are days when I just can't seem to think of anything to sink my teeth into (or even babble aimlessly on.....). Anyway, I stumbled across references to this payperpost.com site that lets you choose your opportunities and write only about the things you want, and get paid for it. Hey, what the heck? Let's give this thing a try, shall we? Well, I went and checked out the site, and the first thing that struck me was that there are offers available to write about things that actually do interest me. (They always say that, but it never really is, ya know?) And, the pay's not too darn bad either. :) Ok, we'll try this out. This is my first shot at this, so I'm checking it out to see how it works. I'll fill you in as I go along. As I see it though, I

I should be completely caught up in coverage of the Pennsylvania primary today, but I haven't even turned to a news channel yet. I've finished my morning work. I'm in a mellow mood with a nice java overbuzz, and I am strangely content. I can't help thinking something bad is on the horizon. I don't get to be happy. That's when bad things happen. And I don't even know WHY I am happy. Well, THAT'S enough to make me paranoid..... Primary coverage is sure to sweep me up at some point today. Hope so - this whole love thing has got me completely distracted....

(Lyrics from "Iris" by Goo Goo Dolls) They say you can tell everything you need to know about a person if you can spend five minutes alone with their iPod. Well, I don't own an iPod but my nifty little mp3 player will do just fine. The following is the soundtrack of my evening courtesy of my trusty (now that it's functional again) mp3 player set on shuffle (whatever comes up - not the full catalog - this is unedited and unaltered....just the way they pop up). No TV tonight - no exposure to politics or anything else in the outside world (not true...I'm always online.) But anyway........ Let's see what the universe - or my mp3 player anyway - has in store for me this evening: Take It Easy - The Eagles (by default, this is always the first track to play - not on purpose) Show Me Heaven - Maria McKee (smile for the memory) Counting Blue Cars - Dishwalla Kodachrome - Paul Simon (always love this song) Jah Glory - Bajja Jedd (new addition - I like) If You Could Only

Hmmm, seems America's got her priorities in order. Last night's presidential debate between Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton was the most watched debate of this presidential campaign. No big surprise there. Lots of stuff has been going the past six weeks, and we've all been waiting for those two to have to be face-to-face when confronted by all of it. No, that's not the interesting part. What's interesting is that the first half of the two-hour debate was No. 1 in its time slot (the 8 to 9 pm hour), it fell to third place in its second half (the 9 to 10 pm hour). What show won the 9 to 10 slot? American Idol, of course. So a big chunk of the audience tuning in to the debate that would clarify the issues involving how this country will be run for the next four years turned the channel, to watch American Idol. Not even the American Idol performances - it was the results show. So, even though the outcome in the results show occurs in the last minute or two of the show,

Greetings, from the All-American girl munching on corn dogs and sipping a glass of cheap American Rose wine! (I almost feel an urge to "yeehaw!") It's another late night for me, but won't be as it has been. I've been absent the past few days - partly because I've been in the grips of a brutal case of insomnia. I finally managed to get a couple of hours' sleep this evening after getting about an hour or so a night for the past three nights. Even that little bit seems to have worked wonders, and I believe I'll be able to break the cycle tonight. I wish I could have gotten some sleep sooner. I'd love to get really deep into tonight's Democratic debate, but unfortunately, I just don't have the presence of mind or strength to do it. I can't resist making a few comments though. First of all, I thought the clear "winner" in this debate was Obama, although I believe that Clinton held her own. She had some serious weak points, but I th

How far should I go to try to convince someone of who I really am, when all they want to see of me is what they assume me to be? I addressed this previously in my entry Lose the Labels and Look for Yourself , but I still find myself in the same situation. I went on to try to clarify further in Oh, How Could You? , but still, here I am. I am still painted as the enemy. I am still somehow viewed as miniature Rush Limbaugh clone because I dared ASK if this person had actually listened to any of Limbaugh's broadcasts or read any of his books himself, or if his opinions had been formed based only on what had been presented about Limbaugh by third-party sources. I just ASKED. It didn't matter. Somehow that meant that I must agree with everything Limbaugh has ever said or believed (which is most definitely NOT true). I further exacerbated the situation by daring to suggest that Rush Limbaugh is NOT entirely wrong about everything. But I made a point of TRYING to clarify that NO ONE is

A picture is worth a thousand words, they say. A single image, glimpsed for only the briefest of moments, can be enough to bring to the surface a flood of emotions so effectively suppressed for so long. Which state is better? Is it better to suppress the anger and pain, to try to get past it in the hopes that better will come? There is no talking through it. The past can't be changed. Can it ever really be overcome? Each time this memory is brought to the fore, all I can do is try to rationalize it, try to reason that the situation was such that it was all but destined to occur, but it's hard not to recognize that little - if anything - has really changed. If nothing has changed, how do I move forward?

I'm going to take the remainder of the evening to scoop my chin off the floor.....watching the American Idol results ...... and sexy Australian Michael Johns is gone......whaaaa?? (To throw in a *little* political aside though, kudos to John McCain for his clever little dig at Simon Cowell there...and was it my imagination or did Barack Obama look kinda hot in that clip? Hmm....)

What do you suppose you get if you go to thesaurus.com and type in the word "weaker"? Well, I'll save you the trouble. You get this: 2 results for: weaker 1-2 of 2 results Roget's New Millennium™ Thesaurus - Cite This Source - Share This Main Entry: female Part of Speech: noun Definition: woman Synonyms: amazon, babe, beauty, broad, cheesecake, chichi, cupcake, cutie, dame, doll, dowager, duchess, femme, filly, fox, frail, gal, gentlewoman, girl, hussy, kid, lady, madam, mama, matron, old bat, old lady, old woman, petticoat, piece, pinup, seductress, she, she-stuff, shrew, siren, sis, skirt, temptress, ten, tomato, weaker sex*, wench, wren Antonyms: boy, male, man Source: Roget's New Millennium™ Thesaurus, First Edition (v 1.3.1) Copyright © 2008 by Lexico Publishing Group, LLC. All rights reserved. * = informal or slang Roget's New Millennium™ Thesaurus - Cite This Source - Share This Main Entry: lady Part of Speech: noun Definition:

I've officially given up the sensory deprivation experiment, although it never really got started. I have a perfectly reasonable excuse though. A character from my past has reappeared in my life, and I wanted to firmly establish my presence in my present. It might just work out for the best this way after all. I do still need my daily distractions, however, as I do not have the full access to my favorite addiction to fill my days. I've kept myself busy and productive with work and home, as well as my workout regimen. That could prove useful as well. This is to be yet another brief entry, but I have some plans that I'm hoping to implement after this weekend is over, and my big work project is completed. Stay tuned! In the mean time, contemplate this ........(click on the pic to view it full size)

I thought that my sensory deprivation experiment would lead to me getting some more sleep, but it has not proven to be so. I still find myself staying busy until the wee hours of the morning, not remotely touched by sleepiness, while the daylight hours find me dragging myself through my required activities. Tonight, I've been so preoccupied by my music project that yet again I find myself awake well beyond a reasonable bedtime. Ah well, at least I don't have to work tomorrow - for a change. And something's distracting me from politics - for a change. But my mind and heart still dwell in another place....

I'm back in the music today! Back in January I decided to finally upgrade my old mp3 player (which is still a great little player, but with far too little memory - expandable though.....but anyway...) to a combo mp3/mp4 that I could use for music and videos, and carry around to show off pics of my kids and my sweetie. I was unwilling to spend the insanely high prices demanded by Apple for their cute little iPods, so I went on the hunt for a sleek little unit with all the bells and whistles for a considerably lower price. I found one - from a company in Hong Kong. It seemed to be a bargain, but I wasn't sure I should take the chance. I searched for reviews, and what little I could find seemed to point to it being a decent little product. I bit the bullet and ordered it. I got the player, and it seemed pretty great. No instructions were included, so it took some experimenting to get it all figured out. (I still have no idea how to work the games that were included.) I put some so

Taking a break from politics tonight.... I am early into a ... well, let's call it a sensory deprivation experiment, and, already, it's not looking good. My problem is not that it's been too hard on me. My problem is that I keep cheating on it. A little bit. I took down most of the pictures, except those that would be too hard to restore (digital) - and I caught myself peeking today. I took down the links to all the Web sites that would expose me to my certain addiction (for want of a better word), but I caught myself searching for odds and ends and images anyway - but only briefly....really. I meant to cut the ties. I really did. But the hold is still too strong. And the little reminders are everywhere. I'm not discouraged though. It took me a while to quit smoking too, but I got the hang of it eventually. And this particular addiction break was never meant to be a permanent thing anyway. In a way, I think it was intended to prepare me - at least a little - for the day

Yes - this is old news by this point. But this video is the best summary I've found of the evidence that Hillary Clinton did not just misspeak when she said she landed in Bosnia under sniper fire. She recently claimed that she misspoke and had been to 80 different places so it wasn't all that odd that she couldn't remember the specifics of one incident. So, does that mean she was under sniper fire somewhere else? As one member of the military stated, "You don't forget it when someone shoots at you."

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