tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42493517152937234582024-03-13T11:41:16.728-04:00Just Because I CanRarely Witty~~Sometimes Crazy~~Always Moody~~Just Me...Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-21535649314765224922010-04-03T11:40:00.001-04:002010-04-03T11:40:36.808-04:00Happy Easter,still glad we made it.Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-71863040410764618112008-03-31T04:38:00.000-04:002008-03-31T20:32:29.134-04:00A Little InspirationYou can be greater than anything that can happen to you.Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-25274863040852851542008-02-29T19:42:00.003-05:002008-02-29T19:44:03.515-05:00Things That Make You Go 'Hmmm'Can you cry underwater?Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-6013821506300614522007-10-12T15:34:00.000-04:002007-10-12T15:38:56.511-04:00The InvitationIt doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.<br /><br />It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.<br /><br />It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals, or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!<br /><br />I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine and your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.<br /><br />I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own: if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.<br /><br />It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself: if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy.<br /><br />I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday, and if you can source your life from its presence.<br /><br />I want to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"<br /><br />It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.<br /><br />It doesn't interest me who you are, or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.<br /><br />It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.<br /><br />I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.<br /><br />(Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Confessions of a Spiritual Thrill seeker)Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-36253403067715069332007-09-22T16:01:00.001-04:002007-09-22T16:04:22.745-04:00Happy Bunny...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3yirSTZj75QpMzrqj5XasE6NXMEIsLamRMEculdBzc2eW_J97S5MlX9p2uhN4WX0yFYVpLbavtmpE9kLGQVBXY1AIOlkBO0D06IhDrUB6z0M86YqQmeiY9FoWRTxOg1nRCiSJYmu7aDo/s1600-h/Run-Along-Die-Magnet-C11751578.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113121237028364162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3yirSTZj75QpMzrqj5XasE6NXMEIsLamRMEculdBzc2eW_J97S5MlX9p2uhN4WX0yFYVpLbavtmpE9kLGQVBXY1AIOlkBO0D06IhDrUB6z0M86YqQmeiY9FoWRTxOg1nRCiSJYmu7aDo/s200/Run-Along-Die-Magnet-C11751578.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">...how I love that silly rabbit!!!</span></em><br /><div></div>Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-78828835861718512842007-09-19T11:14:00.000-04:002007-09-19T11:15:28.315-04:00A Little InspirationIt's always too soon to quit!Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-46774212186090489202007-07-27T21:39:00.000-04:002007-07-27T21:43:51.348-04:00Just Kinda Cute...WORDS WOMEN USE:<br /><br />FINE--This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.<br /><br />FIVE MINUTES--If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.<br /><br />NOTHING--This is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing' usually end in "Fine".<br /><br />GO AHEAD--This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it.<br /><br />LOUD SIGH--This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing".<br /><br />THAT'S OKAY--This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.<br /><br />THANKS--A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you're welcome.<br /><br />Last, but not least...<br /><br />"WHATEVER"...it's a woman's way of saying *!#@ YOU!Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-48947401876836747072007-07-16T22:03:00.000-04:002007-07-16T22:09:57.551-04:00The Bonehead AwardFor this month goes to.......<em>drum roll please.....</em><br /><em></em><br />You guessed it! Me.<br /><br />For what you say?<br /><br />For changing half of all of my passwords and not remember which ones I changed. To make this recipient (me) even more worthy, I forgot what I changed them to!!!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Uuggghhhh</span>!!Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-90741692128761423562007-07-12T09:23:00.001-04:002007-07-12T09:49:17.891-04:00Blue RosesFor Mel...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkn8-QVHGEZJvlzZdJvwCD6a3wS8Bof4YpMYwdpHDHQcN0Rt9OhHaCYU51rh4l_6nMCqk24L89qvWot9v-WRA6k271QfgfswIPOdlDe7I8Am1LHT9E_EDNXvIHjKIiS8vynmTPvuVpToM/s1600-h/images[2].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086304780052405314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkn8-QVHGEZJvlzZdJvwCD6a3wS8Bof4YpMYwdpHDHQcN0Rt9OhHaCYU51rh4l_6nMCqk24L89qvWot9v-WRA6k271QfgfswIPOdlDe7I8Am1LHT9E_EDNXvIHjKIiS8vynmTPvuVpToM/s320/images%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1I8lDqmSaVKxKsH2511e7h3u3dQEE4iiTq0Ev_wbnSgp-ubUlxlzjjlzpYKiyI1iUAafnb3VrdqILTc84mJqCFDai_Ae5qFwLxDRaPKQOo22wJOFpBuax4LahZARyTHZdYsmETqpj9YE/s1600-h/RefPhotoRoseBlue[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086305054930312274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="195" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1I8lDqmSaVKxKsH2511e7h3u3dQEE4iiTq0Ev_wbnSgp-ubUlxlzjjlzpYKiyI1iUAafnb3VrdqILTc84mJqCFDai_Ae5qFwLxDRaPKQOo22wJOFpBuax4LahZARyTHZdYsmETqpj9YE/s200/RefPhotoRoseBlue%5B1%5D.jpg" width="184" border="0" /></a><br />I love all roses but especially the Blue Moon. They are often very difficult to find but they are out there.<br /><br /><br />I'd be hard pressed to find a flower I don't like. Roses, Calla Lillies, Lilacs and Daisies are my favorites but I am not sure which order I would put them in.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If I had choose I guess I would have to say the Dandelion.....<br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">"And what is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not been discovered."</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">~Ralph Waldo Emerson~</span>Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-77744427924562222422007-07-11T08:15:00.000-04:002007-07-11T08:17:57.063-04:00A Little InspirationHelp other people to cope with their problems and our own will be easier to cope with.Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-37490836709785369252007-06-06T21:26:00.000-04:002007-06-06T21:35:02.471-04:00Damn--My Favorite Rose Is Blue<table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"><tr><td bg align="center" style="color:#004F00;"><span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><b>Your Love is Represented by a Purple Rose</b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatroserepresentsyourlovequiz/purple.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color:#000000;">For you, love is all about chemistry and attraction. You totally believe in love at first sight.If a relationship is right, you know it from the start. You're often sure of your feelings. And you're not afraid to express them.</span></td></tr></table><div align="center"></div>Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-65671571401257487922007-06-01T16:52:00.000-04:002007-06-01T16:53:32.836-04:00Coming HomeHave you ever noticed how the road home is always long but once there the door opens quickly?Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-17873809942366986702007-05-29T21:23:00.000-04:002007-05-29T21:25:52.189-04:00Probably Another Load of Crap But...Where the hell is my dollar bill?Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-14891502344630898432007-05-24T21:12:00.000-04:002007-05-24T21:13:57.797-04:00Happy Bunny...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBp_gByKO6YteOXjFUkcScgg0aKhyphenhyphenfVbkDPnw54YxLPCkxqsOqoIsAC6RPNpL-DXycDt75YjtBBXAS8ISdsHynJs_i7jXr7LBu3IizRhKvcS3vfHMMef4FVDJTDvk2g_j5fJIjuBGkglM/s1600-h/hbun.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068300276739651138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBp_gByKO6YteOXjFUkcScgg0aKhyphenhyphenfVbkDPnw54YxLPCkxqsOqoIsAC6RPNpL-DXycDt75YjtBBXAS8ISdsHynJs_i7jXr7LBu3IizRhKvcS3vfHMMef4FVDJTDvk2g_j5fJIjuBGkglM/s200/hbun.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-74144652128212029002007-05-20T22:08:00.000-04:002007-05-20T22:14:11.122-04:00Things That Make You Go 'Hmmm'While I was buying clothes today I began to wonder...<br /><br />Why do we say "a pair of panties/underwear/thongs"? <br /><br />Clearly these are not a pair. Hell, I'd understand "a pair of bras" as it holds two things, but even that is a stretch.Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-39931258031896909812007-05-17T21:21:00.000-04:002007-05-17T21:30:09.932-04:00Things That Make You Go 'Hmmm'Why do you have to "put your two cents in" but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going ?Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-32323085594545961332007-05-16T10:23:00.000-04:002007-05-16T10:48:12.405-04:00The Rapex--What's Next?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHLnbsEryHTdX6mSy-3SsdbGM2_waA0a91fneci6sLlY58svkOwESoyRn8no7xJuFxqFXeAlOIqB7Vba8-GhRjTqakSch4V_oxkQYe3cOtDTHGfPLHQIPn7b3VWLR_mFEQBLSBVMbsIUo/s1600-h/rapex.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064045146501602626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHLnbsEryHTdX6mSy-3SsdbGM2_waA0a91fneci6sLlY58svkOwESoyRn8no7xJuFxqFXeAlOIqB7Vba8-GhRjTqakSch4V_oxkQYe3cOtDTHGfPLHQIPn7b3VWLR_mFEQBLSBVMbsIUo/s200/rapex.jpg" border="0" /></a>The Rapex is an anti-rape device for women. It claims to not only prevent rape but also identify the attacker. It is shaped like a female condom and is lined with 25 razor sharp teeth. Upon penetration it is fastened onto an attacker's penis. It can only be removed medically.<br /><br />Now while this may seem like a great solution to an ever growing problem, I'm not so sure it's quite reasonable. Unless every women wore it at all times, preventing a rape it won't. It sure would stop it awful damn quick which is better than nothing I suppose. Not to mention identification and prosecution would be a lot less difficult and tramatic.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I am afraid it's still one of those "it's great in theory, but quite lacking in application" moments.Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-64479416057384076672007-05-14T11:59:00.000-04:002007-05-14T15:23:10.688-04:00HypochondriaHYPOCHONDRIASIS, n. Depression of one's own spirits.<br /><br /><em>Some heaps of trash upon a vacant lot</em><br /><em>Where long the village rubbish had been shot</em><br /><em>Displayed a sign among the stuff and stumps</em><br /><em>—"Hypochondriasis." It meant The Dumps.—</em><br /><em>Bogul S. Purvy</em><br /><em></em><br />~The Devils Dictionary, Ambrose Bierce~Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-53366309673800310582007-05-13T09:08:00.000-04:002007-05-13T21:16:07.405-04:00Happy Mother's Day<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"><tbody><tr><td align="middle" style="color:#dddddd;"><p><b><span style="color:#990000;">So, how much like my Mother am I? Here's what this little quiz says...</span></b></p><p><span style="font-size:14;color:#003300;"><b>You Are Somewhat Like Your Mom</b></span></p></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#eeeeee"><center><img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoulikeyourmomquiz/mom-2.jpg" width="100" /></center><span style="color:#000000;"><br />Believe it or not, you and your mom are pretty darn similar.<br />It may not seem like it at times, but you and your mom have a lot of common ground.<br />Over time, you'll probably get closer ... especially if you emphasize the things you like about each other.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoulikeyourmomquiz/">Are You Like Your Mom?</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Lord, help me!!!</span></strong></div>Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-72424515529012800652007-05-12T10:06:00.000-04:002007-05-13T10:14:19.986-04:00Things That Make you Go 'Hmmm'What would happen if you found a four-leafed clover under a ladder?Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-33240403324856483362007-05-11T20:58:00.000-04:002007-05-13T10:13:55.777-04:00Signs of Spring<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmFJ5O7XbfqcewJNvVCFSOK4PPMJDaju3YZcV3TB3E5-ZckDiqziDKZKxWf2xux60EzSRzWGOaZSQK6f7ewLwqK-QOSbhj7dspEj1eeKZTw_Sa-RshzoEVScyCQpEaHuPTBdu7sDFI34/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063843755485093170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmFJ5O7XbfqcewJNvVCFSOK4PPMJDaju3YZcV3TB3E5-ZckDiqziDKZKxWf2xux60EzSRzWGOaZSQK6f7ewLwqK-QOSbhj7dspEj1eeKZTw_Sa-RshzoEVScyCQpEaHuPTBdu7sDFI34/s200/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-58048272560270060892007-05-10T20:51:00.000-04:002007-05-13T10:13:28.998-04:00LostDoes love ever really go away?Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-14273627797844704612007-05-07T20:47:00.000-04:002007-05-12T21:02:38.087-04:00Just Images?Memories can be so taxing. Especially when some of the happiest can also be the saddest. Think about it--As strange as it may sound it really can be true.Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-61367551530151197112007-05-05T20:52:00.001-04:002007-05-12T21:03:09.397-04:00Things That Make You Go 'Hmmm'Why do sleeping pills have warning labels that state :'Caution: May Cause Drowsiness?Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249351715293723458.post-21141241149765928592007-05-04T21:42:00.000-04:002007-05-12T21:04:45.212-04:00No--I Don't Care To Move!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2bLmoAXDcFXetCIiHGjxm-ZOsnsVXAxr8GkOOVr5_RkJHRGoiBemMR6W9ocMNUPy0nGUr1EU1KM1do28JS5KPavu3Ir9nAdFeDSrD2WcedHXUR1O_8NhmZeMLROnK3QyfF5Wf7EGhtQU/s1600-h/remote.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060144027706645778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2bLmoAXDcFXetCIiHGjxm-ZOsnsVXAxr8GkOOVr5_RkJHRGoiBemMR6W9ocMNUPy0nGUr1EU1KM1do28JS5KPavu3Ir9nAdFeDSrD2WcedHXUR1O_8NhmZeMLROnK3QyfF5Wf7EGhtQU/s320/remote.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02385798236140251403noreply@blogger.com0