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This choice was made under a tree last month.  I waited to be sure it was true.  It is and it is right. I’ll miss ImPerceptibility but mostly I’ll miss you.  Take care.

Goodbye Stranger

It was an early morning yesterday
I was up before the dawn
And I really have enjoyed my stay
But I must be moving on

Like a king without a castle
Like a queen without a throne
I’m an early morning lover
And I must be moving on

Now I believe in what you say
As the undisputed truth
But I have to have things my own way
To keep me in my youth

Like a ship without an anchor
Like a slave without a chain
Just the thought of those sweet ladies
Sends a shiver through my veins

And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I’ll never look behind me
My troubles will be few

(Goodbye stranger it’s been nice)
(Hope you find your paradise)
(Tried to see your point of view)
(Hope your dreams will all come true)
(Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane)
(Will we ever meet again)
(Feel no sorrow, feel no shame)
(Come tomorrow, feel no pain)

Sweet devotion,
It’s not for me
Just give me motion,
To set me free
Land in the ocean,
Far away
By my chosen
Every day

So Goodbye Mary,
Goodbye Jane
Will we ever
Meet again

Now some they do and some they don’t
And some you just can’t tell
And some they will and some they won’t
With some it’s just as well

You can laugh at my behavior
That’ll never bother me
Say the devil is my savior
But I don’t pay no heed

And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I’ll never look behind me
My troubles will be few

(Goodbye stranger it’s been nice)
(Hope you find your paradise)
(Tried to see your point of view)
(Hope your dreams will all come true)
(Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane)
(Will we ever meet again)
(Feel no sorrow, feel no shame)
(Come tomorrow, feel no pain)

Sweet devotion,
It’s not for me
Just give me motion,
To set me free
Land in the ocean,
Far away
By my chosen,
Every day

Now I’m leaving,
Got to go,
Hit the road
I’m sayin’ once again,
oh yes I’m leaving
Got to go,
Got to go.
I’m sorry another day
But Goodbye Mary,
Goodbye Jane
Will we ever
Meet again

Oh I’m leavin’
I’ve got to go

Thanks to Lisa at What the heck was she thinking? for posting this.  I love these type of quizzes.  It was almost as fun as the Dante’s Inferno Quiz even though we already knew I was destined to hell as a lustful heretic.  But who knew I was also a Quaker? A lustful, heritical, Quaker.  Well, God Damn!

The top score on the list below represents the faith that Belief-O-Matic, in its less than infinite wisdom, thinks most closely matches your beliefs. However, even a score of 100% does not mean that your views are all shared by this faith, or vice versa.

Belief-O-Matic then lists another 26 faiths in order of how much they have in common with your professed beliefs. The higher a faith appears on this list, the more closely it aligns with your thinking.

I’ve already thanked her once, but I’m more than happy to do it again. The her I’m talking about is Mamazilla and I have loved her since the day I clicked through to one of her blog posts and read the sentence, “Shut up and eat your turkey pot pie.” Not everyone can get away with a sentence like that.

It was no surprise to me that she was given both the Thinking and Rockin’ Blogger award. When you open one of her posts you might laugh, you might cry, you might run into the kitchen and add razors and shaving cream to your shopping list. She’s multi-purpose like that.

I was surprised when she decided to pass on her Rockin’ Thinking Blogger awards to me. I write about growing ‘taters in trash cans, misadventures at The Olive Garden, and squirrel poop. She may have been drunk when she made the list.

Even if she was drunk, I still very much appreciate the award and I am happy to add them to my non-existent ever-growing collection of blog awards. Thank you, Mamazilla. You are rockin’.

I’ll pass on my awards as follows:

Thinkingly Rockin’ : Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster (Think about it, Harrr.)

Rockinly Thinking : ParentalTech  (Would be more rockin’ with a few 80’s metal band posts ;)

Thinkable Rockin’ness I Think : Davezilla (I think he’s related to Mamazilla, but I’m not sure)

Rockin’ Artistic Thinking: Ghost Co.  (Just ‘cause I like his blog and never told him)

And of course everyone else that is thinking, rocking, or both.  Except RTK.  He can’t have one because he doesn’t have good humor judgement skills. 

I decided to dress you up for Halloween. By You I mean the people that have left a comment since 00:01 October 1, 2007.  Hope you guys like your new outfits. Hover over the pictures for descriptions and names. Click to go say hi!

So, what do you think I should be for Halloween?

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There hasn’t been a good thanking around here for quite some time. It’s looking like today is the day.

Without wasting any more time I’d like to introduce you to the participants in round three of the thanking trilogy. [Part 1][Part2]

First I’d like to send a thank you to LadyBanana. She has somehow managed to find the perfect color yellow for her blog. Not overly bright but cheerful enough to get your day off to a good start. It also has a picture of a half-peeled banana at the top and that always makes me laugh. Thank you for reminding me that I have an odd sense of humor.

Then there is CamiKaos. She’s been working on remodeling her bathroom. I’ve been trying to get my bathroom finished for months now. She’s almost done. I’m not. Thanks for being a showoff inspiring force.

Josh Lane. He’s been traveling around the country taking wonderful picture along the way. Thank you for making me spend a great deal of time trying to figure out how to get a couch and an attic into a Honda Element.

I’d like to thank Anthony. Gals, he’s a cutie. I might thank him twice for reminding me I’m not a 20-year-old anymore. It led to the over-consumption of alcohol and a post about tomatoes. I do appreciate you making me feel old. It’s good to keep it real.

Finally I’d like to thank Bill of My Mid-Life Crisis. He doesn’t know I read his feed and I don’t think he reads mine either. We have a strange relationship like that. He has a partial feed so I only get little snippets of his post. Here’s one:

I got up at 0100, and stopped in here to check my email. I didn’t get any, but the next thing I knew, it was 0145 and I was lifting my head up from the desk where I had nodded off. I wasn’t even dressed…

Then I make up the rest of the story. If your life is a cool as I make it you may want to thank me, Shania Twain, and the chick on the news that looks like a Japanese anime character.

That’s it for now. I will try and thank the rest of you soon. If you’re in need of a thanking stop by and let me know. I’ll be more than happy to help you out.

I’m a winner.  I won in the Blogger I’m most likely to bump into at the beer store category.  There is a whole list of really cool homeschooler blogs at O’Donnell Web.  If you’re an evolved homeschooler or would like your sterotype of a typical homeschooler smashed to crumbly bits, head on over now.   The best part, you can create your own category and be a winner too!  Feel free to grab the logo.  I got the top of it from Dawn.  Winner of the Special achievement in artwork involving bipedal fish category.  Did I mention she is also going to be an awesome comic book artist.

[Continued from this post. Better late than never]

After a short break to put the tater tots in the oven and type up another blog post, I will now resume my thanking.

A small thanks to the splog that keeps pinging my Two Handed Twirling Bird post. Have you read that? It has nothing to do with baton twirling. I’m sure some people would love to see that particular move re-created in the yearly Christmas parade. I am not one of them. I so enjoy getting up every morning and deleting your comments.

I can’t forget to thank Mamazilla. She is the originator of the ‘Mrs. Claus is really Santa’ conspiracy theory. Even though she is currently hiding from an assault squad of angry elves, she continues to stop by my blog and leave wonderful comments. Thanks Mamazilla and stop by anytime.

Then there is Whit. Any guy that would consider covering his ass in Nair deserves a thank you or something similar. Don’t you think? I’ve read some of his posts at DadCentric but he saves the good stuff for his personal blog. Thank you for caring enough to write about the hair on your ass.

Since I mentioned DadCentric, I’d also like to thank Jason for his Fettuccini Alfredo Day post. You could have let me know BEFORE the day had passed. Don’t you think I have enough guilt? Now I have to live with the fact that I forgot to celebrate Fettuccini Alfredo Day. I fixed tacos that night for Gods sake! My kids will probably need therapy.

And a thanks to Julia Buckley for giving me something to tell my daughter when she asks, “Why do people blog?” Also for inspiring my series of thank you posts. There are a lot of good blogs out there to link to. Now stop reading this and go work on your book.

That concluded my thank you’s to people I’ve never linked to. Now a thank you to two of a handful of people I’ve been reading since I started reading blogs.

Of course I have to thank Non-Working Monkey. Why? Because she has a monkey gallery. It is proper in England to thank someone that has a monkey gallery. It’s true, the Queen told me. He was sitting on a newspaper drinking wine out of a paper sack at the time. But he did tell me he was the Queen of England.

Since we’re on the subject of monkeys, thanks a whole drunken bunch to Chris who puts up a beer review of Golden Monkey Ale, makes my mouth water, and doesn’t tell me where to get it locally. I don’t even like beer. Yet I am looking for it everywhere. Thanks for keeping me sober.

I’m going to call it quits for now. There are many blogs out there that still need to be thanked. Don’t worry, I’ll be thanking you soon.

Now wasn’t that a long-winded way to make a blogroll?

Here’s my entry for:  Blogging For Books – Dream a Little Dream. 

I have always had the ability to remember my dreams. I remember dreams dating back to my early childhood. They are usually very realistic, very boring, and in HiDef clarity. I once dreamed that I was searching the web for a chicken corn soup recipe. I woke up and wanted a bowl of soup. Later that day, I found myself searching the Internet for a chicken corn soup recipe. Prophetic? Ok, maybe not. That’s just my dream life.

Every once in a while I will have a really strange dream. I usually log those as soon as I wake up. I like to recreate the images and feelings in my sketchbook. I had one of those dreams not too long ago. The date on the computer file is January 24th. Here it is:

I was in a movie theatre. I was watching myself watch my dream. It was up on the big screen and had the appearance of a movie trailer – very fast and choppy.

There are lights all about me. They remind me of fairies and they dance in circles. Sometimes they are close to me, sometimes far away. I have to watch them. They make me feel safe and protected.

Then the darkness closes in. It was a deep powerful darkness. It’s all around me. I run from it. So much noise and confusion. I realize I’m not alone.

It surrounds me. I do not know what it is. I’m sinking into a pool of water. It feels safe and warm. I want to sink further, deeper under the water. I’m never going to leave. I’m happy here in the warm silence. Suddenly I realize I’m empty. Something has been taken from me. I want it back. I struggle with a monster. He holds on tight and pulls. It’s gone. I don’t know what it is, but I want it back.

I’m standing in dim light, dripping wet and screaming, “You took it. You took it.”

The wind blows through the leaves of a maple tree. I’m lying in the cool grass. I’ve replaced what was taken. I’m full. I’m content. I’m happy. You want to steal this as well.

I point my finger. You will leave now. You can’t have it.  It’s mine. I’m extremely sad it had to be that way. I had wanted to share but  you were not worthy. 

I woke up and wondered, was I watching myself watch MY dream? Or was I watching someone else’s nightmare? 

I’d planned on a walk downtown today. I’m not sure why I thought the coldest day in over 10 years might be a good day for a walk. I was going to get some pictures for my blog, some exercise, and some homemade ice cream. I didn’t go. I wasn’t in mood for frostbite.

So instead of goofy pictures from the streets that I call home, I am going to send out a few thanks to some fellow bloggers.

First off, Phil.  Thank you for sending the cold weather my way. I really did enjoy the snow. You can stop now. Seven degrees is a bit cold. Back off a little man. There is no need for over-achievement here.

Next, thanks to Dave for the scientific research into the bay leaf controversy.  I spent years convincing my husband bay leaves were NOT necessary. If he ever reads that post, the truth will be revealed. Thanks a lot!

And, thanks to Hardi P. for naming a WordPress Plugin after me.  Except it’s capital I – m – capital P not i – Capital MP. It’s close enough for me. (No, I don’t really think it’s named after me….or iiis it?)

Also, a thanks to Eric of MyBlogLog. I stopped by to look at your MySpace page and I’m not sure what amused me more. The page or the fact that it has 46 members! Then again, it may be the fact that I went to look at it even though you specifically said there was nothing there.

I don’t want to forget Crunchy. Way to go making your new site Wet Coast Women so freakin’ awesome. I may need therapy for the inferiority complex you gave me!

Finally, not a thanks but necessary all the same. Kuntry, come back. I miss you!

There are so many more bloggers to thank and so little time before I need to start dinner. I’ll be back.

This is my first Christmas as a blogger. I think it is proper blogging etiquette to post pictures of your Christmas tree ornaments. Please correct me if I am wrong.

This is the first ornament my husband and I ever bought. It came in a box of Sugar Corn Pops. We put it on our first tree and he has been there every year since. He plays Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer in early 90’s beep tones. Each year we unpack him and carefully press his belt buckle to see if he’s still got it. So far so good.

This is a newer addition to our tree. It’s a modified hot wheels car. It doesn’t play the wiener song like Chris’s, but I like it anyway.