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Name: Libby
Gender: Female
Expertise: I specialize in analyzing and over analyzing my friends late at night, as well as playing the piano, swing dancing, writing stories, making cappuccino and wearing the color green
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  lusciousmango85
Member Since:
1/16/2004
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| Doesn't Love Field Airport sound like it could be a Beatles song?
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| In the last twenty-four hours, I have had inordinate cause to laugh at a few of my relations.
1.Sometime last year, one of my mother-in-law's friends watched a Dateline special or got a cheezy email forward or something that got her all worried about violence against women, and bought all of her female acquaintances cute little nondescript pastel keychain mace sprayers. I, of course, misplaced mine almost immediately. My mother-in-law recently recovered mine from a long-forgotten jacket pocket and left it on the kitchen counter.
Enter Will.
Will, on his nightly ten minute break from work, is making light conversation in the kitchen (my in laws kitchen/the office kitchen) and absentmindedly picks up said "cute" mace despenser, sprays a shot into the air, looks puzzled, and takes a whiff. Looking distressed, he asks, "What IS this?"
We all laughed for a while.
2. My Father-in-Law, the only person I know who drives his entire morning commute in REVERSE, said: "It's every man's dream that when he's widdowed, and old, that he gets put in a nursing home, you know, so long as he's still functioning, with a lot of sex crazed old women." Will: "Ah, so when you're old, you won't have to live at our house, you'll be BEGGING to be put in a nursing home." Mike: "and you'll come to visit I'll be pushing you out the door so I can continue whatever liasion I'm currently in the middle of."
We all laughed for a while. Then it was akward. | | |
| I think Christians have it really backwards when they're against abortion and for the death penalty. Not that every Christian is. I'm against both. Seriously, though. If Christians believe that little babies are too young to be responsible for their salvation, and therefore get waved straight on through to heaven, then why is it the single biggest political issue with the religious right?* Isn't life on earth supposed to be burdensome, or even downright torturous, compared to how spiffy heaven is? Conversely, considering the number of jail-cell conversions, it's amazing that Christians think that particularly sinful criminals ought to be done away with. Isn't it much easier to begin believing in God when you're still alive?
Whatever.
*I could be wrong on this one, it could be Gay Rights, but don't even ask me what I think about that. | | |
| ...lives in a luxurious home about 50 yards from mine.
Which is to say that the prestigious inventor of the Port-a-Potty, THE Mr. Crapper, is the reason for the nicely paved driveway and shrubbery lights adorning the 10,000 square foot log cabin across the street and three driveways down. He is also the reason we have the word "crap."
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| When I left my house this morning, I noticed a burgundy Buick parked about 20 yards from my driveway on the opposite side of the street. I furthermore noticed an old man standing just outside of the car in front of an odd apparatus involving an undersized umbrella cocked just to such an angle that his head was in shadow. This wasn't necessary, due to the oversized white floppy hat he was sporting. Upon closer examination, (on the return trip) I realized that his apparatus held a small canvas and this man was painting the mountains. Twenty yards from my driveway. I feel that this is momentous. Maybe this guy lives here and just enjoys painting. I don't think that's likely, but the possibility deserves a mention. The more likely story is that this man is on a late-life extended road trip, or something like that, and stopped near MY driveway because the view was so beautiful he -had- to paint it.
Wow. That's NOTHING like Tulsa. | | |
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