Yep, I have played this game for years and I just started up again recently. I play literally for hours. Kinda wierd, I know....
Guess I'm easily entertained.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
And now for a look into my latest addiction (among others)
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Yep, I have played this game for years and I just started up again recently. I play literally for hours. Kinda wierd, I know....
Guess I'm easily entertained.
Yep, I have played this game for years and I just started up again recently. I play literally for hours. Kinda wierd, I know....
Guess I'm easily entertained.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
The Anchoress is at it again
She is at it again. Spinning a web of delightful words:
I’m sitting there, eating the banana, and the dog plants herself before me and says, “Ma,” (I swear, she says “Ma”) “Ma, what you eating?”
Border Collies are very smart dogs. They’re like having another teenager in the house, and once they get an idea in their head, they pester you. In the past this dog got after me for a burned-out lightbulb in the ceiling fan which bothered her because it messed with her light-and-shadows and kept making her jump. When I didn’t fix it fast enough to please her, she followed me around all day, saying, “I could fix that lightbulb for you…You’re going to fix it, right? Because if you’re not, I could probably do it…do you have a ladder? Please fix the light…”
Tonight, I got, “Ma, what you eating?”
“Go away,” I said. “You’ve had your supper and this is a banana. I know you don’t believe this, but you’re a dog; you don’t eat bananas.”
“I could eat bananas,” she said defensively, cocking her head. “You’ve never let me try.”
“It’s fruit.” I explained. “You won’t like it and you’ll spit it all over the floor and then I’ll have to clean it up.”
“I am quite certain that I will like it,” she argued, “you’re being mean and lazy. You always keep me from growing and learning because you don’t want to do a little cleaning…”
Because I am weak-willed, I broke off a bit of banana and tossed it her way. She grabbed it neatly and chewed it with determined expression on her face. The mushiness seemed to surprise her, but she swallowed and defiantly planted herself before me. “More, Ma.” She demanded.
“I can’t believe you ate that,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “You didn’t really like it, did you? You’re just trying to make a point.”
“The point being I love bananas,” she narrowed back. “They’re now my favorite food. Gimmee.”
I tossed her the last bit of my banana and she chewed it with that careful expression and then, finally, walked away - tossing one last look at me. “Told you,” she said.
Snot nose. Then Buster walks in. “Ma, you used to be a girl, right?”
With a sigh of long-suffering, I nodded. “Yes. I used to be a girl.”
“What does it mean, when you ask a girl to hand you a pencil, and when she hands it to you, her hand lingers on yours for a minute?”
“What, like this?” I demonstrated the way I used to do it, a wispy touch of fingers across the palm.
“No, more like this.” His demonstration seemed much more forward, to me - a definite full-palm lingering, with a pat.
“Ummm…she likes you a lot,” I explained.
“Well, what the hell? What is it with women, anyway?”
Turns out the pencil-lending-lingerer was his latest break-up - a girl he really likes, has liked since elementary school. They’ve been good friends for a while and started “dating” - briefly, it turned out - over the Thanksgiving holiday.
“I think she’s confused,” I said. “You were pals for a long time, then you got pretty hot pretty fast…I think she fears risking your friendship by being your g/f.”
“This crap sucks,” he announced. “Dating sucks and why can’t girls just say what they mean? Later this afternoon, in lab, I handed her her wristwatch so she wouldn’t forget it and she did it again.”
“Be patient,” I advised.
“Maybe offer her biscuit,” the dog panted with banana breath.
“And you shut up, also,” said Buster. “You’re no help.”
The dog, 9 years old and past caring about teenage angst, decided “chump don’t want good advice, chump don’t get good advice,” and went to sleep.
I miss when they were all little.
I’m sitting there, eating the banana, and the dog plants herself before me and says, “Ma,” (I swear, she says “Ma”) “Ma, what you eating?”
Border Collies are very smart dogs. They’re like having another teenager in the house, and once they get an idea in their head, they pester you. In the past this dog got after me for a burned-out lightbulb in the ceiling fan which bothered her because it messed with her light-and-shadows and kept making her jump. When I didn’t fix it fast enough to please her, she followed me around all day, saying, “I could fix that lightbulb for you…You’re going to fix it, right? Because if you’re not, I could probably do it…do you have a ladder? Please fix the light…”
Tonight, I got, “Ma, what you eating?”
“Go away,” I said. “You’ve had your supper and this is a banana. I know you don’t believe this, but you’re a dog; you don’t eat bananas.”
“I could eat bananas,” she said defensively, cocking her head. “You’ve never let me try.”
“It’s fruit.” I explained. “You won’t like it and you’ll spit it all over the floor and then I’ll have to clean it up.”
“I am quite certain that I will like it,” she argued, “you’re being mean and lazy. You always keep me from growing and learning because you don’t want to do a little cleaning…”
Because I am weak-willed, I broke off a bit of banana and tossed it her way. She grabbed it neatly and chewed it with determined expression on her face. The mushiness seemed to surprise her, but she swallowed and defiantly planted herself before me. “More, Ma.” She demanded.
“I can’t believe you ate that,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “You didn’t really like it, did you? You’re just trying to make a point.”
“The point being I love bananas,” she narrowed back. “They’re now my favorite food. Gimmee.”
I tossed her the last bit of my banana and she chewed it with that careful expression and then, finally, walked away - tossing one last look at me. “Told you,” she said.
Snot nose. Then Buster walks in. “Ma, you used to be a girl, right?”
With a sigh of long-suffering, I nodded. “Yes. I used to be a girl.”
“What does it mean, when you ask a girl to hand you a pencil, and when she hands it to you, her hand lingers on yours for a minute?”
“What, like this?” I demonstrated the way I used to do it, a wispy touch of fingers across the palm.
“No, more like this.” His demonstration seemed much more forward, to me - a definite full-palm lingering, with a pat.
“Ummm…she likes you a lot,” I explained.
“Well, what the hell? What is it with women, anyway?”
Turns out the pencil-lending-lingerer was his latest break-up - a girl he really likes, has liked since elementary school. They’ve been good friends for a while and started “dating” - briefly, it turned out - over the Thanksgiving holiday.
“I think she’s confused,” I said. “You were pals for a long time, then you got pretty hot pretty fast…I think she fears risking your friendship by being your g/f.”
“This crap sucks,” he announced. “Dating sucks and why can’t girls just say what they mean? Later this afternoon, in lab, I handed her her wristwatch so she wouldn’t forget it and she did it again.”
“Be patient,” I advised.
“Maybe offer her biscuit,” the dog panted with banana breath.
“And you shut up, also,” said Buster. “You’re no help.”
The dog, 9 years old and past caring about teenage angst, decided “chump don’t want good advice, chump don’t get good advice,” and went to sleep.
I miss when they were all little.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Saw a Vegas floor show last night
Went over to Mark's house to pick up some more parts for my new computer system (which STILL ain't working- but that's another drama...) and he invited me to see Plaid Tidings, the Christmas version of the longstanding show at the Rio of Forever Plaid, a group of 4 part harmonizers.
Folks, they were wonderful!!
It was a warm and charming musical display. And the Christmas song theme was just what my grinchy little soul needed. They can act and dance, too. A great display of heart-warming talent.
If you come to Vegas, ya gotta see this one. And tickets were only $43.00!
Friday, December 08, 2006
Sad Christmas songs...
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I am one of those kind of people- the kind that has somewhat of a hard time at Christmas. The holiday blues, you know? I must say that God seems to have healed me from bipolar disorder. A wonderful thing, that.
But it seems the holiday blues thing is still with me....
I am blogging about it because I have noticed something this year. I really enjoy those bluesy Christmas songs.... You know like, Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas? Or Joni Mitchell's "River" (a.k.a. "Comin' On Christmas"), Elvis's "Blue Christmas," Band Aid's "Do They Know It's Christmas," The Eagles' "Please Come Home For Christmas."
They appeal to my soul. They reflect my inner state yet have this wonderful hope in them and beauty that only Christmas can bring. You know what I mean?
Here's another blogger droning on about the same thing.
Any of you out there relate to what I am saying?
Here's Carrie to drive the point home:
I am one of those kind of people- the kind that has somewhat of a hard time at Christmas. The holiday blues, you know? I must say that God seems to have healed me from bipolar disorder. A wonderful thing, that.
But it seems the holiday blues thing is still with me....
I am blogging about it because I have noticed something this year. I really enjoy those bluesy Christmas songs.... You know like, Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas? Or Joni Mitchell's "River" (a.k.a. "Comin' On Christmas"), Elvis's "Blue Christmas," Band Aid's "Do They Know It's Christmas," The Eagles' "Please Come Home For Christmas."
They appeal to my soul. They reflect my inner state yet have this wonderful hope in them and beauty that only Christmas can bring. You know what I mean?
Here's another blogger droning on about the same thing.
Any of you out there relate to what I am saying?
Here's Carrie to drive the point home:
Thomas Merton describes our "pointe vierge."
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The Anchoress quotes Thomas Merton in a beautiful treatise:
Simply for your edification....
The Anchoress quotes Thomas Merton in a beautiful treatise:
At the center of our being is a point of nothingness which is untouched by sin and by illusion, a point of pure truth, a point or spark which belongs entirely to God, which is never at our disposal, from which God disposes our lives, which is inaccessible to the fantasies of our own mind or the brutalities of our own will. This little point of nothingness and of absolute poverty is the pure glory of God in us. It is, so to speak, His name written in us…It is like a pure diamond, blazing with the invisible light of heaven. It is in everybody, and if we could see it we would see these billions of points of light coming together in the face and blaze of a sun that would make all the darkness and cruelty of life vanish completely.
Simply for your edification....
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
ugh... Kinda froze up
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Well, I am kind of out of it again. It's almost 5 pm and I don't even feel like going to RCIA. I haven't prayed in days and, and... well, you get the picture.
Pray for me, folks....
On the positive side, I have decided to build a new computer system so I don't have to go to WebJoy, the internet cafe, anymore.
I got some cash coming and am going to put together a new system with some old parts from my old computer that I haven't fired up in a year and a half.... I am anxiously waiting for the parts to arrive by UPS in the next couple of days.
Anybody out there work on their own computers?
How's that for a snapshot of my current spiritual state: I can't get motivated for RCIA and am all excited about a computer build.
Well, I am kind of out of it again. It's almost 5 pm and I don't even feel like going to RCIA. I haven't prayed in days and, and... well, you get the picture.
Pray for me, folks....
On the positive side, I have decided to build a new computer system so I don't have to go to WebJoy, the internet cafe, anymore.
I got some cash coming and am going to put together a new system with some old parts from my old computer that I haven't fired up in a year and a half.... I am anxiously waiting for the parts to arrive by UPS in the next couple of days.
Anybody out there work on their own computers?
How's that for a snapshot of my current spiritual state: I can't get motivated for RCIA and am all excited about a computer build.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Thanksgiving update
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Then, since my family already celebrated the holiday, I went to Palace Station, a local casino that is rather local friendly, and watched the NFL football games until 5:30 pm and came here to the internet cafe to blog and check out some computer deals on Best Buy and other places.
So, folks, I hope the Lord touches your heart today as we give thanks for our many blessings. And many they are....
Well, I didn't see Ka last night. I picked up my darling daughter and zipped home to get the ticket vouchers and upon reading it I found out I had to pick up the tickets in advance.... So, we went out with her boyfriend, who I actually like, and had dinner. We'll see it next week.
Then, since my family already celebrated the holiday, I went to Palace Station, a local casino that is rather local friendly, and watched the NFL football games until 5:30 pm and came here to the internet cafe to blog and check out some computer deals on Best Buy and other places.
So, folks, I hope the Lord touches your heart today as we give thanks for our many blessings. And many they are....
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
A night on the town
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Going to take my daughter out to, KA, a Las Vegas show tonight. I haven't been to a floor show for years. I got "comps" from work during Orientation, this should be fun.
I love going out with her....
Going to take my daughter out to, KA, a Las Vegas show tonight. I haven't been to a floor show for years. I got "comps" from work during Orientation, this should be fun.
I love going out with her....
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Blogging on
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Well, another blog post in so many days....
I got my car back after three weeks and too much money later. It sure runs good, though, it really needed a tune-up, which it got and now it accelerates like a charm.
I am at my folk's house, getting ready for an early Thanksgiving dinner, this we always due since we are a casino family and must work the holidays. I'm waiting for my two older boys to show and only have a half hour before I must leave for work. Those are the two who never return my phone calls, they also are pit clerks here in town. There's a prayer need- for my two older boys and I to begin relating to each other....
Well, looks like I'm going to build a budget computer and start blogging from home instead of the internet cafe.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!!!!!
Update: I had to leave for work before my boys got there. I only got to see my two younger kids and my dear sister.... sadness. Prayers for restoration of our relationship, please.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Tired feet...
Standing on my feet for about 8 hours a day is worse than walking door to door! I had to buy a pair of $80 Florshiem Comfortechs yesterday which cut the pain down my half.
Well, getting adjusted to my new work schedule has lead to light blogging. Thank you, guys, for still dropping by.
My car is STILL in the shop- aggravation, and I don't blog at home yet so I have to beg a ride to get to the internet cafe here to submit a post.
God bless you all, and have a great Thanksgiving.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Gratitude
I am grateful for confession (went yesterday) and wonderful friends who pray for me (especially you my dear blogger friends) and for God's sweet Holy Spirit who comforts me and speaks gently to me.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
The calm after the storm?
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Well, folks, it seems the storm is passing. I hope so, anyways.
I went to Mass this evening. It was refreshing. Just to hear the godly expressions once again touched my soul.
Well, folks, it seems the storm is passing. I hope so, anyways.
I went to Mass this evening. It was refreshing. Just to hear the godly expressions once again touched my soul.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
I'm in an awful way...
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Well, folks, the Lonely Man ain't doing so good. I have managed to fall back into some of my obsessions lately and it is kicking my butt. Hence, the light blogging. I've been way distracted. Everything seems to be coming loose at the seams.
Please pray for me to have a completely repentant heart....
Also, my car is on the fritz! The bill is up to $1100 and they still haven't fixed it. Thank God for family....
But, I go through the company's orientation Wednesday and soon thereafter should be on a regular schedule, albeit not full time yet.
Well, folks, the Lonely Man ain't doing so good. I have managed to fall back into some of my obsessions lately and it is kicking my butt. Hence, the light blogging. I've been way distracted. Everything seems to be coming loose at the seams.
Please pray for me to have a completely repentant heart....
Also, my car is on the fritz! The bill is up to $1100 and they still haven't fixed it. Thank God for family....
But, I go through the company's orientation Wednesday and soon thereafter should be on a regular schedule, albeit not full time yet.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Breaking News- NY Times says Bush right about Iraq WMDs
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H/T to the Anchoress.
Well, well, well.... Let's see how the NY Time's spins this one.
They wrote an article that states that Iraq was within a year of developing a nuclear bomb. Oops!
All the hysterical flaming about Bush Lied, Kids Died!! seems to have been about as true as the Valerie Plame malarkey.
Well, stick that in your hat, you liberal liars, let's see how you squirm about this one. The blogosphere has you in their sights now....
Go over there and read the rest!
H/T to the Anchoress.
Well, well, well.... Let's see how the NY Time's spins this one.
They wrote an article that states that Iraq was within a year of developing a nuclear bomb. Oops!
All the hysterical flaming about Bush Lied, Kids Died!! seems to have been about as true as the Valerie Plame malarkey.
Well, stick that in your hat, you liberal liars, let's see how you squirm about this one. The blogosphere has you in their sights now....
Times Peon #1: HOLY CRAP, Mr. Keller, did we just validate everything Dick Cheney and Colin Powell and stupid evil George Bush said to the UN? When we’re spilling secrets, we’re not supposed to do that!
Keller: OMG, WE DID! We DID validate these scheming nazi theocon bastards!!!
Times Peon #2: And…and…and what about Joe Wilson and Valerie Plame and those sixteen words Bush said…you know, the impeachable 16 words about the Brit intelligence and the Yellowcake! Jim Geraghty at TKS says we might have freaking validated that story, too!
Keller: Ohhhhhh crap! And freaking bloggers! Okay, let’s spin this, baby, spin it! All hands on deck! Turn this ship around! Call Chris Matthews! Call MoDo - no, wait, don’t call her, she’ll make it worse by pretending to be Emma Peel, or something - call Bob Herbert! He’s a wiz at shifting the rudder! Spin, spin! Call Olbermann!
Go over there and read the rest!
Words of wisdom for me, I think...
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I just discovered a great blog by a Dominican priest, Father Philip N. Powell from Irving, Texas who is a preacher and professor at the University of Dallas.
In a post entitled, Only the rich go to heaven... he says some great things:
I have to keep my head on straight as I go through the lifestyle change of earning good money, if indeed this is the Lord's will for me. Words such as these are to be my guideposts. He goes on to say:
You have to do a search on his blog to find this post. Use the title I posted above in bold print for the rest of this great post by a great priest.
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I just discovered a great blog by a Dominican priest, Father Philip N. Powell from Irving, Texas who is a preacher and professor at the University of Dallas.
In a post entitled, Only the rich go to heaven... he says some great things:
The public sign of our abundant riches is not the Lexus, the Gucci wardrobe, the Rolex, or the micro-mansion in Plano. The public sign of our wealth in Christ Jesus is our willingness to serve through good works, our eagerness to repent and to forgive, our excitement at the chance to witness to our trust in God, our ready obedience to one another, and our humility before the historic faith. And even with these the riches of God’s grace are immeasurable. What is prosperity? What is wealth? What is abundance? What is any of this held against the infinite progress of His gift of life and eternal life?
I have to keep my head on straight as I go through the lifestyle change of earning good money, if indeed this is the Lord's will for me. Words such as these are to be my guideposts. He goes on to say:
It is true: only the rich go to heaven. Only those greatly blessed with great wealth will see God face-to-face after death. In fact, there’s not much point in the poor struggling now for heaven later. If we will not take the treasures given freely by God now, there’s no hope of finding ourselves in the crowd around the throne later. Everything you need to live abundantly is freely given by the Father through His Son in the Holy Spirit. Your life is freely given. Your redemption is freely given. Your blessings are freely given. Your sins are freely forgiven. And you are brought to the Divine Life pristine, glorious, and free. Only the rich see God face-to-face. Only those rich in His mercy, only those freed as His possessions.
You have to do a search on his blog to find this post. Use the title I posted above in bold print for the rest of this great post by a great priest.
I got hired!
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Yee haw!!! I got the job! I'll be a pit clerk doing paperwork for gamblers at the tables. All I have to do now is get a gaming license and then I start orientation.
This is it, folks, the beginnings of a great career. Soon I'll be dealing and then I'll make a great income, thanks to my dear mother who is helping me like she never has before.
Yee haw!!! I got the job! I'll be a pit clerk doing paperwork for gamblers at the tables. All I have to do now is get a gaming license and then I start orientation.
This is it, folks, the beginnings of a great career. Soon I'll be dealing and then I'll make a great income, thanks to my dear mother who is helping me like she never has before.
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