Year: 2006
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An Update on Glass Blowing.
This past Wednesday I attended my third glass-blowing class. It went well. I won’t ramble on and on about it because, well, it’s probably pretty boring unless you’re actually doing it. But I would like to say a few things. Dealing with glass is downright frightening. There is absolutely (thus far) nothing therapeutic about sculpting…
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An Everywhere Post Because I Don’t Have Much Time.
I really, really wish I had more time to write about this. But I’m trying to catch up after having been on vacation. Our political atmosphere here in the US of A is getting more and more intriguing and more and more daytime soap by the minute. Abramoff has pleaded guilty to bribery and faces…
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Seriously
What’s up with all the Baby Jesus nativity theft? I don’t understand this compulsion at all. Someone help me.
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We Were Wrong. Your Husband Is Actually Dead. Oops!
First of all, anyone who reads The New York Post simply must take into consideration that what they’re reading is far from what one should consider “news”. I know the Post claims otherwise. The way I see it is they sport nothing more than a bunch of bad puns. There have been numerous occasions that…
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Old Man Sounds.
I think a certain someone jumped on a certain bandwagon. This is a good thing. I hope he keeps it up this time.
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Happy Anniversary To Us.
Toby Joe and I were married two years ago today. We eloped to Niagara Falls. You can read more about that day here. I remembered it yesterday and forgot about it this morning. Tonight, I think we will have dinner at Pure Food and Wine. Happy Anniversary, Beaner!
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Is 175 Too High for a 32-Year-Old?
Alright healthy people of the world, I have a question. You see, I run. And I have started to run more as I recently gained some of the weight I lost back. My question is this: Why does my heart rate go from a normal 110 to a whopping 175 while running? It doesn’t take…
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Updates on Random
Today I’m mourning the death of my vacation for tomorrow it’s back to work. This image was taken on New Years Eve. I think that I’m actually dancing. Actually, I have no idea what I’m doing. This one is particularly special. On an unrelated note, I watched March of the Penguins over the holiday. While…
