just ignore and let this one die

TAKE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

i use those coffee bags (that look like tea bags). they are pretty good actually. no cream needed, but i do love a good starbucks mocha better.

I'd drink old grounds filtered through a dirty sock before I'd touch that stuff. Blech.

It is good sprinkled on Ice Cream , though.

*purrs loudly*

I work for a company that has a contract with the Government. Though I work onsite at the Government facility.

By the way, please, everyone, continue to sue the USA Government. It keeps me from being on the streets. Not sure what I'd do there, on the streets, maybe sell kittens, or something.

oh Lexxi, you nut. LOL

speaking of jobs, i am back at the job i left early last summer. so far, it's going pretty good. i almost had a glimmer of liking it again, enough to dream of pursuing my original goal.

but i don't want to get sucked in falsely, because it's easy to fall in love with the kids... but can i handle all the adult politics surrounding it?..... so, i'm still 'looking' elsewhere, but not actively.

i just wanted you all to know that even though things were very evil last year, they have been going much better this year, and i am content at the moment.

and i did leanr that i DO NOT want to ever work with behavior students again. that serisouly almost killed me.

turkish delight...

'chunder'. it means to puke.

On chocolate ice cream for me =^.^=

My favorite mount is........ ummm, nevermind.







As long as you don't consider yourself done, I don't have a problem with it.

awwwww - well this lady is certainly glad you have continued to grace us with your presence.

A little CCR in the am...yay!

I like my coffee hot, strong and black. Just like my jailers.

Where's Ricardo when we need him?

Catching up on the post here. Felt inspired to share this. Works for breakfast or midnight, and lyrics are peotry aren't they.

Eggs And Sausage
(Tom Waits 1975) You know there were nighthawks at the diner
A little joint called Emma's 49er
With a rendezvous of strangers around the coffee urn tonight
And all the gypsy hacks and now the insomniacs
And the paper's been read
As the waitress said

Eggs and sausage and a side of toast
Coffee and a roll and a hash browns over easy
And some chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
Now what kind of pie?

Now you see in this graveyard charade
Well it was kinda of a late shift masquerade
With 2 for a quarter and its dime for a dance
With Woolworth rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideway's glance
And as the register rings
And the waitress sings

Eggs and sausage and a side of toast
Coffee and a roll and a hash browns over easy
And some chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
Now what kind of pie?

Now you see the classified sectio
Well it offers no direction
And it was cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud
And as the touch of your fingers
Continues to Linger burning in my memory
Well I've been 86ed from your scheme
And I'm in this melodramatic nocturnal scene
I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair
At the end of an emotional cul-de-sac
And as the lead pipe morning falls
Waitress calls

Eggs and sausage and a side of toast
Coffee and a roll and a hash browns over easy
And some chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
Now what kind of lie?
? if you will
Just come in and join the crowd
Have some time to kill
Nothing else to do
Just come in and join the crowd
Have some time to kill
Nothing else to do
Just come in and join the crowd
Have some time to kill

Of course Mr. Waits voice does add to the overall effect.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPH189gsVFg

LMAO! I was just thinking the same thing.

And Yosef, I'm also glad you stuck around and that I was able to meet you (even though I give you a hard time but it's really just in fun).

Tom Waits rocks!

Claire....I still cannot see the pics...waaaaaa (what am I doing wrong?)

reverse cowgirl?
Have you ever heard the chinese dinner analogy? It's not over until you both get your cookies

you need to copy everything from the http to the .jpg into your address bar...if you're doing that I don't have a clue what could be the prollem

Do you know any new or expecting mothers?

(but, desperate times...)

I mean, they usually have some extra milk in the fridge

Thanks! I saw them. Hehe... I think it's because the site asks if I want to see "mature content" before linking.

Of course, I prefer immature content, but that wasn't listed as an option.

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."

Nice story Amara. I hadn't heard that one before.