Trying to get Vista to run smoothly is like trying to teach a rabid weasel to dance.
Many of you are awesome. Not all. But many.
Keep up the good work!
at the end of the conversation
……shoulder pads, big bands, running boards, veronica lake, intrigue…
But then you’d be dead now.
No. I wouldn’t. I’ll have simply moved on.
Most people who know me, or think they know me, will tell you i’m one of the kindest people you will ever meet. But kindness in deeds is easy; kindness in thoughts, not so much. I think it’s high time i try to live up to my own reputation.
on mother’s day…..
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you’ve had a baby … somebody doesn’t know that once you’re a mother “normal” is history.
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct … somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
Somebody said being a mother is boring … somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver’s permit.
Somebody said “good” mothers never raise their voices … somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a baseball through the neighbor’s new bay window.
Somebody said you don’t need an education to be a mother… somebody never helped a fourth grader with her math.
Somebody said you can’t love the fifth child as much as you love the first…. somebody doesn’t have five children.
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery … somebody never watched her “baby” get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten or on a plane headed for military “boot camp.”
Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back… somebody never found out at 9 o’clock at night that she needs to bake 150 cookies for the class party tomorrow.
Somebody said a mother’s job is done when her last child leaves home… somebody never had grandchildren.
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don’t need to tell her… somebody should tell her anyway.
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Not dead. Just goofing off.
Damn the clueless bastages!
How come you never hear about mail-order grooms?
The question now becomes, can an individual survive well with just one?
It’s always something, isn’t it?
Sometimes it’s good to cry all day for no reason. Cleans out the eye gunk and the mind gunk.
Does your tumblelog, blog or website contain scurvy pop-unders or pop-ups not pertinent to your own content? Or do you link to such sites? If so, you need to learn web ettiquette.
In other words, you’re an immature asshat who obviously cares nothing for your visitors. Get a clue and quit it.
Considering our age, desire and energy levels, Mark and i are as apt to enjoy an evening of romanctic interactivity as we are to forgo it for popcorn and a dvd. Which is why i refer to our love life as “speculative friction”.
Anne made up her own word for tech folks who know just enough about their specific field to generally cause more problems than they fix: technofucknuggets.
This term can easily be carried through to other areas of inexpertise: electrofucknuggets, for instance.
Welcome to the under-belly of interest.
