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  Crawling Home
2001:
  ** on vacation in England **
2002:
 My Day in Numbers
2003:  Things that go Bump
2004:  Hey, Look Me Over 


 

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TOO MUCH FUN

8 May 2005

Mary is just finding all these neat memes these days--and I love doing surveys like this.

My uncle once:  was held prisoner in a German prisoner of war camp.  I never really knew this uncle well (I had 3 of them), but shortly before he died, I found myself seated across the table from him at a family dinner and he started telling me about his experiences in the camp.  It was one of the most special--and unexpected--exeriences.  After that dinner we never really talked again either, and he died not too long after that, but I think about that one night very fondly.

Never in my life: have I gone on a photo safari to Africa or a cruise up the inland passage to Alaska.

When I was five: I was a fat kid who already knew I was a fat kid.

High School was: One of the best times of my life.  I was involved in everything, had a strong group of good friends, and anything was possible.

I will never forget:  The things that come immediately to mind are the negative things which anybody who has read this journal for any length of time can figure out, but let's pick an obscure positive thing.  I will never forget the night that The Lamplighters honored contralto June Wilkins.  I had made three gorgeous sheet cakes.  I don't think she ever knew that I'd done it and nobody paid the least bit of attention to me, but since I'd arranged for the event to happen in the first place, I loved standing back and watching her get the accolades that she was due.

I once met:  Judy Garland

There’s this girl I know who:  used to be clown and wrote a book about it.  Everybody should go buy her book.  (Mary, you can send me my cut of the royalties later.)

Once, at a bar:  I had lunch with a black pug named Horrible Horace (it was in a pub in England)

By noon I’m usually:  amazed at how quickly the morning has passed without my doing anything constructive.  I'm also looking for food.

Last night:  I went to the theatre to review Man of La Mancha, which was an excellent production, I then came home to watch Penn & Teller's Bullshit (excellent show I just discovered on Showtime, BTW)

If only I had:  The cleaning gene, I would feel much better about myself.

Next time I go to church:  it will probably be for a wedding or a funeral.

Terry Schiavo: should have been allowed to die in peace without becoming the center of a media circus.

When I turn my head left, I see:  The Kentucky Derby on ESPN and three shelves overloaded with books.

When I turn my head right, I see:  Books.  Magazines, the printer, CDs, and other assorted junk.

You know I’m lying when: I tell you that I'm a big supporter of George Bush.  (God, that was difficult even to type!)

What I miss most about the eighties:  Lawsuit concerts.

If I was a character written by Shakespeare, I’d be:  Ophelia (didn't she go mad?  I'm not a big Shakespeare expert)

By this time next year:  I might finally have all the stuff in the living room put back where it belongs.

A better name for me would be: Barbara (My parents nearly named me Barbara but then changed it to Beverly at the last minute.  To this day, people who forget my name always call me Barbara)

I have a hard time understanding:  why anybody should care who other people love and what's the big deal about granting equal rights to all people.

If I ever go back to school I’ll: have my head examined.  I'll be so incredibly out of my element.

You know I like you if: I let you come inside my house.

If I won an award, the first person I’d thank would be:  Walt, for being so incredibly long-suffering.

Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens, and Geraldine Ferraro:  Are four people who have never had dinner at my house.

Take my advice, never:  fall off a bicycle.

My ideal breakfast is:  cereal, toast, coffee and water.    No....that's what I have for breakfast every morning.  My ideal breakfast is eggs benedict and fresh squeezed orange juice and maybe a side of sausages.   A cholesterol bomb.

A song I love, but do not have is:  In this day and age when you can find just about anything on the Internet, I think it's fair to say that I have just about any music that I want.

If you visit my hometown, I suggest:  Not planning to spend more than 20 minutes to see the high points, if that.  If you visit the hometown I was born in (San Francisco), I suggest having lunch at Greens restaurant.

Tulips, character flaws, microchips, and track stars:  are probably all buried in a box somewhere in the living room.

Why won’t anyone: do something about the social ills in this country which are  being ignored as we send billions of dollars to Iraq.

If you spend the night at my house, don’t: leave your door open, unless you want to sleep with Sheila.

The world could do without: rabid fundamentalism of any religion.   Either that or liver. 

I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: eat it.

My favorite blonde is:  Peggy

Paper clips are more useful than:  Uhu stiks

If I do anything well, it’s:  Type.  Write e-mail.   Procrastinate.

The last time I was drunk, I: tripped over my long skirt, fell face first on my front stairs, and peed in my pants, in front of the very proper British man who was taking care of our kids that night. That was in the 1960s and I haven't been drunk like that since.


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PHOTO OF THE DAY

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The puppies went up for adoption today.  I can't believe how big Hamlet & Demetrius are.
They are all extremely active and whoever adopts them is going to have to do a bit of
training to get the fight out of them--I watched five of them attack each other, like the
two of them did here.  And Hamlet is the barker in the group.  He tried to attack all the
dogs walking past their cage while I was there, as well as his siblings.

Yes, it was wonderful having them as puppies, but they are going to be more "dog" than I want!

 
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