Okay, one quick housekeeping item: If anyone is displeased with their photos on the page (or the lack of), send me a new picture. Some of you (well, all of you - hence this site's existence) live waaaay far away, and I can't put up recent, decent photos if I have none in my possession. If I haven't been out to see you and you haven't been to Milwaukee in the last year, then this applies to you. Yes, I know that there are members of the fam who are mysteriously absent from the page (i.e., Dad, Kirstin, Fletcher, the three remaining in utero... hello, hi, I know you're out there, I love you, someday you'll have one big page all to yourself....Kelly, Vaughan...).
It's a website, folks. A place for fun, laughter, and love. A warm, happy environment for us to share, reflect, ponder.... It's not a who's who list. If it was, then none of you would be on it. It'd just be one giant pic of Engelbert Humperdinck. 'Cause, you know, he's Engelbert fucking Humperdinck. 'Nough said.
On that note...All's well here. Played hooky a little last week (well, Maddie was sick with a cold), now trying to play catch-up. Fun stuff. Anyone wanna write a paper on sexuality and physical relationships in F. Scott Fitzgerald's "The Ice Palace," Jamaica Kincaid's "Girl," Chetkovich's "Appetites," and Carver's "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love"? 1,750 words, typed, double-spaced, standard margins. Oh, and could you trace the path of a drop of blood through the circulatory system, paying special attention to the specific areas of the heart? Calculate hematocrit (what the fuck is hematocrit)? How about dissecting a fetal pig for me (make sure to clearly label whether it's the right or left carotid artery, the cranial or caudal vena cava) And while you're at it, could you prove that
nCr is given by the recursion formula nCr= n-r+1/r * nCr-1
while also chasse-ing, pas-de-bourre-ing, and pirouette-ing your little head right off its neck?
(Okay, well, ONE of you could prove the above, no problem - but you don't count 'cause ... well, 'cause I say so. Smart ass).
Work's work. Patio is closed (hooray!), so looks like I'll be losing my Thursdays once Zwiers (co-worker) gets back from Europe. *sniff* We'll see. Yours truly finally took a stand against the Evil Dumper of Silverware-Rolling Non-Cocktailing Holier Than Holier Than Holy Hell Itself Ketchup-Spilling Nasal Voice Monster last Friday, so we'll see how much bullshit gets dumped on me tonight.
("siddown, siddown, siddown you're rockin' the boat...")
Kurt wins Stephanie's Hero of the Week Award for bringing me flowers at work last night FOR NO APPARENT REASON. They're purty. Purty Kurty flahrs.
Off I go. Hair smells like hush puppies and cigarettes.
Ew.
Hello there,
Iwas browsing the web and found this blog. Some interesting quotes. Keep them coming!
Alice
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