Vroooooooommmm......

I think it's a little confused.... It's a CAR.... not a CAT....




I am so bored and have a brain fart.... I don't know what to talk about.... I don't what to do.... I just don't know what to do with myself... Don't know just what to do with myself... I'm so used to doing everything with you... Planning everything for two... And now that we're through....

Gosh, I gotta stop... This has gotta stop... This has got to stop, you're way over the top... Pack my things and walk, we can't even talk... This has got to stop, I just had enough... I'm gonna call your bluff, walk you one more lap...

Oops- I did it again....

I think this picture of Tami, Mom and Myself is neat....

Awe... Come on... we wanted to play a game Sword and the Stone.....

Two high school students from Minnesota have been expelled after buying souvenir swords during a school trip to the United Kingdom.

The students from Apple Valley and Eagan high schools were on the spring break choir trip when a teacher found duct-taped boxes that contained the swords.
They were confiscated, and school officials expelled them when they returned.

Come on, really? Don't they know that they're supposed to sneak them back under their chainmail? Gosh! What are they teaching kids in that school of theirs?

It's a slow news day on my sights.... what do you want from me?

Seems like only yesterday....

So... this morning at 3:00 I was channel surfing and I came across PBS. The movie that was playing had that BBC- movie based off of a classic- type look about it so I thought... OK... This looks good. As I'm watching it I find it's about WW1 and I come in on some sort of Army training facility. And there is a little short twerp trying to fire a rifle at a target, while keeping his glasses on in the rain. After a moment, I realize... the little twerp is little Daniel Radcliffe- Harry Potter. I sit up and I said to myself, "Self, you should look at the TV guide to find out if that is Harry Potter and if so, what the heck is it."
So I get up and look and it is in fact a BBC movie called, My Boy Jack.
A film about Rudyard Kipling and his wife trying to find out what has become of their son whom had gone missing after become an officer in the British Army at a tender age of 18 years and a day old.
So I sit and think, "I can't take him seriously unless he's holding a wand and crying about how unfair life is because Lord Voldemort is out to get him." Then I made a few cracks about what a tiny little shrimp he is (Or at least how short he looks) and other lame things like, "If he had Ron and Hermione he wouldn't have gone missing."
Anyways, they get into the battle sequences and people are exploding and falling dead left and right... I didn't notice until about twenty minutes later that I had a very concentrated, concerned and mock worthy look upon my face.

By the end of the movie, I didn't even connect him with Harry Potter.... I have to say he did a surprisingly good

job acting as though he was in a war... Not Saving Private Ryan worthy... but still... He's little Danny Radcliffe...

It seems like only yesterday when I was but a las of fourteen, one of the many girls that age who thought he was the bee's knee's... (Well... until I realized I was like a foot taller than him.... that was sad...)

But oh... they grow up so fast.... *sniffle*

Well... not literally... ...

Support Mental Health or I'll Kill You...

After giving birth by caesarian section, a chick by the name of Karen Overhill, found she did not recognise her family or friends after she awoke following anesthesia.

During a trip to a Las Vegas casino, Ms Overhill's mind "went somewhere else" and was stunned to find the $25 she had arrived with had turned into $2,500.
One night, she awoke to find a knife under her pillow with no recollection over how the instrument had got there.

"When I came back to myself I'd be exhausted. I never knew where I'd been or what I'd done, so I would have to look for clues, like a bag in the car or leftovers from a restaurant."

Using hypnosis, Dr Baer, a psychologist, found the woman had not one- not two but seventeen alter-egos. Her other personalities were male and female, black and white, and different ages. Some were left-handed, others right-handed, and they even walked differently.

Baer explained: "Dissociating (separating from one's reality in the present) is a defense mechanism. It's one of many we have psychologically to cope with stress. It's an extreme method.

The picture below is the picture that alter ego #16 drew of all of them.

MEET JAXX!!!!!

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