Friday, December 9
Well, I have horrbile manners. I am now saying goodbye (when I really should have said hello) to Bloggin' Bizatch.
She is a voice that can not be silenced, and is not afraid to speak her mind, something that I have got to admire.
Since I am too late to urge all three of my readers to go over and check out her website via the Blog Explosion link, since by the time my "readers" check out any updates, the link will probably be gone - please read this post and check her out.
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Sunday, November 27
Waiting and waiting and waiting...
I'm still waiting for my twizzlers to drop in the vending machine. It is stuck. This is why I hate vending machines!
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Well, I wanted to keep my memorial to Sir Percival up a little higher for a little while longer (my blog has paid top respects to my dearly departed betta for a little under two hours) but alas that was not to be the case. Instead, I move to happier subjects. I will be putting his memorial in the right hand navigation bar. I'm sorry, I have no pictures of my favorite fella.
I would like to welcome my very first billboard tennant to my little corner of cyberspace. The blog, "
Through a dark glass - musings on the Catholic Church from an outsider on the inside" (said in one breath for effect) are the ponderings and musings of
P. Del Ricci, a non-catholic employee of Liguori Publications, an online Catholic superstore (so so speak).
Being a seriously non-traditional Catholic <wink, wink - licky licky Tini...and Rachel...and HATE> I found the subject matter and the observances very interesting, and I can't think of a better way to start off my
BlogExplosion experience - with a very interesting bang.
I hope all three of "my readers" (as it was at one time put) will show the man a little love and tenderness by visiting his site (the link to which is located in the left-hand navigation bar or throughout this entry).
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Good night sweet prince. May flights of angels bring thee to thy rest...
R.I.P.
Sir Percival the Gallant
December 2005
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Friday, November 25
It has been a season since I've seen or heard from my brother. This is the problem with being related to him. He is brilliant, he is a traveler, he has ethics. My brother is living on a mountain in Honduras helping a small village to thrive.
Today I broke down in tears, because someone he knows sent me pictures of him. He is my beautiful boy...but he so much more than I could ever have wanted him to turn into.
I also got some news about him. He walks four hours each day through the jungle to get to one of his villages - all he wants for Christmas is a machete so that he can cut through easier, his house is across a ravine from the other village, so he goes across on a cord high above he water. He is farming and teaching children how to sing.
I miss him so much.
People often think my brother and I are dating (before they know we are brother and sister). They always say "It's amazing. I wish my kids were as affectionate and loving as you two are." Spend 10 years living in other states, other continents, other worlds, they'll love eachother.
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