Guilt What is yours? Explain yourself Culinary: Pepperidge Farm Mini-Mint Milanos
This *needs* explanation?
Literary: Trashy biographies The occasional Kitty Kelly (or equivalent) just kinda cleanses the palate for another round of McCullough, y'know?Audiovisual: None I refuse to list "West Wing" as a guilt, and I don't watch anything else.
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Happiest Birthday, my very dear friend! The kitties and I send you greetings of the day, and a recommendation to stay inside and stay dry there in soggy southern California; from the recounting of your recent raids on B&N, you surely have enough good new books to curl up, get comfy and read, read, read ( Read more... )

I <3 Judge John E. Jones. He's my new hero. "Selective memory loss"? "Breathtaking inanity"? Oh, sir. MmmmmmWAH!!!

Do I believe in intelligent design? Well, yeah. You betcha. In fact, I'd call it a cornerstone, foundational, essential piece of my entire belief system. I happen to call that Designer GOD, thankyouverymuch. As do a few billion others ( Read more... )

Lord God, embrace your servant Karol Joseph Wojtyla.

Not to mourn the end of life, but to celebrate the beginning of Eternity.

Well done.

I'll be gone again shortly, for yet another all day work-related thing, this time a meeting to write the 2005 Budget, oh joy. (Actually, I rather like this kind of number-crunching. Hey, somebody has to!) At least this is the next to last leg of the 1100+ miles bout of NotHome I've been on for the last week and a half ( Read more... )

Wherein My Calendar Seems to Have Gone GollywhumpusOur denomination has, as do many other Christian churches, an ecclesiastical calendar. It has seasons, such as Advent, Christmas, Pentecost, and so on. There are even specific colors (red, white, green, purple) assigned to those seasons and most churches follow the progression--the pastors' ( Read more... )

I know, I know. This isn't exactly timely. But it's been a busy week and I only just now have found the opportunity to compose....

Thirty Years in a Row

In New Mexico, it always rains on the 4th of July. Always. I was told that this was so when I first moved out here in 1974, and it has proven true. I've never seen it not rain on the 4th [1], ( Read more... )

I got home yesterday at around 5:30 or so, having stopped at the grocery store on the way home. Needed hamburger for the planned meatloaf, and Joe was out of ice cream sandwiches, his preferred evening snack. Since I had stuff to carry in, I parked right in front of the porch, rather than my usual spot. Gathered up the two grocery bags, my purse, ( Read more... )

Gah! I have one--exactly, precisely uno--decent photo of myself... and I cannot figure out how to reduce its pixels to the LJ-allowed max! I can reduce the size. I can reduce the bytes. The pixels, however, have defeated me. < Sob! >

Though < BrightSiding [tm] > perhaps some things are best left to the imagination, anyway ( Read more... )

Which story is all true. Really. No, no really. I mean, could anyone make this up? (Well, my boss, maybe--on a good day.) But, no. It's all twue, twue, twue ( Read more... )