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Someone told me that you should be careful what you post. That person was right. How do I know this? Well he posted a comment on my blog about something I said about him! Tee Hee. It wasn’t a really bad thing I said, he probably doesn’t even know what I meant. Unfortunately it was on a Salada Tag Line post so I deleted it. I say unfortunately because now, no matter what I say, he will say I deleted it because he commented on it. However, if he looks to the right, he will see that I have a list of Salada Tag lines and that post was a temporary post until I got time to put it on my list.

I stayed home tonight, not feeling well, actually it was the timing of when I felt bad, now I don’t feel so bad. Not great though. But when I felt bad was when I was time to get dressed so I couldn’t get ready.

I still haven’t ordered more beads to make my necklace. I did renew my Medic Alert membership and order a new bracelet, one to wear on vacation since I don’t want to risk breaking and losing my beaded one. The one I ordered is teal on stainless steel.

Well I think I will go now.

Bye Bye Herman

My day today

Ok, I got the kids to college, turned out the reason they wanted to drive was to pick up a friend and that friend ended up not going, as DG said, we could have taken the bus! And I thought, and I could have stayed in bed!

Then I went to the post office and the auto store (needed new wipers) then to the gym (YAY), then home to take a bath and to the doctor’s (he said my exam was normal, not me, just the exam LOL!) then to the sewing machine repair place (YIKES $$$) and then I stopped at B&N on the way to pick up the kids from college! WHEW! Busy day!

From Booktalk: (re: Pillars)

CINDERROSE
Lynne – the same character who committed the brutal rape you remember also orchestrated a gang rape of a farmer’s wife when a farmer couldn’t pay his usery fees, ended up savaging a prostitute followed by one of his men at arms, beat his 14 year old wife so he could reach sexual arousal to savage her, tried to rape another farmer’s daughter when her family saved her part way through the act, and the girl who was raped at the beginning was almost raped at the end by another man. I am probably forgetting some of the sexual violence. Ok – I didn’t write my main objection – he wrote the rape from the raptist’s point of view, in great detail, making it very titilating which I found revolting. I think Ken Follet is deeply disturbed. I really do.
The graphic detail was unnecessary and detracted from the book.

Memorial Notes

Saturday 22 March 2008
7 congregation at the Newburgh Assembly Hall
Talk given by C.O. Kenneth Hague

(Luke 22:19-20) Also, he took a loaf, gave thanks, broke it, and gave it to them, saying: “This means my body which is to be given in your behalf. Keep doing this in remembrance of me.” Also, the cup in the same way after they had the evening meal, he saying: “This cup means the new covenant by virtue of my blood, which is to be poured out in your behalf.
(Romans 6:23) For the wages sin pays is death, but the gift God gives is everlasting life by Christ Jesus our Lord. Adam threw away his wonderful change for perfect life forever for him and his offspring and instead has left us an inheritance of sin, which leads to death. But God has given us a wonderful gift, everlasting life by Christ through the ransom.
Think of a factory with a corrupt manager, everyone suffers because of his malfeasance, but a wealth benefactor restores the factory and all benefit.
(John 3:16) “For God loved the world so much that he gave his only-begotten Son, in order that everyone exercising faith in him might not be destroyed but have everlasting life. Action is required on our part.
(James 2:24) You see that a man is to be declared righteous by works, and not by faith alone.
(James 2:26) Indeed, as the body without spirit is dead, so also faith without works is dead.
(Revelation 14:1) And I saw, and, look! the Lamb standing upon the Mount Zion, and with him a hundred and forty-four thousand having his name and the name of his Father written on their foreheads. Last year at the memorial, 17,672,443 attended, only 9,105 partook, there are very few of the 144,000 left on earth.
(Revelation 5:10) and you made them to be a kingdom and priests to our God, and they are to rule as kings over the earth.”
(Romans 8:16-17) The spirit itself bears witness with our spirit that we are God’s children. If, then, we are children, we are also heirs: heirs indeed of God, but joint heirs with Christ, provided we suffer together that we may also be glorified together. God’s holy spirit identifies those with the heavenly hope.
(Revelation 14:4) These are the ones that did not defile themselves with women; in fact, they are virgins. These are the ones that keep following the Lamb no matter where he goes. These were bought from among mankind as firstfruits to God and to the Lamb, They have not defiled themselves with false religion, and they are firstfruits, there will be more.
(John 10:16) “And I have other sheep, which are not of this fold; those also I must bring, and they will listen to my voice, and they will become one flock, one shepherd.
(Isaiah 65:21-23) And they will certainly build houses and have occupancy; and they will certainly plant vineyards and eat their fruitage. They will not build and someone else have occupancy; they will not plant and someone else do the eating. For like the days of a tree will the days of my people be; and the work of their own hands my chosen ones will use to the full. They will not toil for nothing, nor will they bring to birth for disturbance; because they are the offspring made up of the blessed ones of Jehovah, and their descendants with them. They see good results.
(1 Corinthians 11:23-24) For I received from the Lord that which I also handed on to you, that the Lord Jesus in the night in which he was going to be handed over took a loaf and, after giving thanks, he broke it and said: “This means my body which is in your behalf. Keep doing this in remembrance of me.” The unleavened bread stands for Jesus perfect body.
(1 Corinthians 11:25) He did likewise respecting the cup also, after he had the evening meal, saying: “This cup means the new covenant by virtue of my blood. Keep doing this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me.” Red wine symbol of Christ’s blood. Plain red wine, not fortified, like brandy, nothing added, like spices.
How do we show our appreciation?
(Matthew 11:28) Come to me, all you who are toiling and loaded down, and I will refresh you. Invitation from Jesus.
Who is Qualified to Rule Mankind? Special talk in April
(Hebrews 10:25) not forsaking the gathering of ourselves together, as some have the custom, but encouraging one another, and all the more so as you behold the day drawing near. Regularly gather with our brothers.
905 in attendance.

Currently reading, review

Went to B&N before getting Stitch last night, and picked up 3 Ann Rule books. Then went online when I got home and ordered 3 more from Pam. They are used and are 1.50 each so that is not so bad. Better than B&N where the 3 books were $25 +.

In a Dry Season by Peter Robinson

Amazon.com

Detective chief inspector Alan Banks is a walking midlife crisis, full of rage because of his recently failed marriage, a career crippled by a jealous superior, and problems with his son. In less skilled hands, Banks could have quickly become a royal pain, but Robinson makes him instead a very likable character, who is slightly baffled and bemused by his bad luck. When he criticizes his son Brian’s decision to drop out of college to become a rock musician, Banks quickly regrets it–recognizing the same impulses that made him rebel against his own parents, and some of the pain he felt when a college friend died of a drug overdose. The realization that Brian’s heavy-metal band is actually quite good brings genuine pleasure to a man whose idea of rock is Love’s ‘Forever Changes’ and other 1970s delights.

Banks is assigned to work on a case that the Yorkshire police department considers to be somewhat of a joke. The skeleton of a woman wrapped in World War II blackout curtains has been found in a dried-out reservoir. This man-made watering hole was a village–Hobbs End–that had been flooded many years earlier. Through the journal of a major player we realize early on who the dead woman is, but a large part of the fun is watching Banks and an edgy, attractive female cop put the pieces of the puzzle together. ‘In a Dry Season’ is a stylish and gently reflective tale of secrets and lies.

I just copied this review from Amazon.com but I agree with it. I really like the book. I want to just get it out of my work bag and read until I finish it, mainly so I can start the next one, but that would be foolish. I need to go to bed. Stitch wants my car tomorrow so M. wants me to wake him up.

Well, it is late and I really should be in bed. I went on WW but couldn’t think of anything to say. I need to go on Amazon to post a review of the book I just bought, but I don’t feel like it. I really have no idea what I wanted to post here, I just need to make long posts. I discussed this before.

I posted pictures of Abigail on Yahoo Booktalk and everyone thinks Abby is beautiful. One woman called Sassy a calico, humph. One who couldn’t open the Yahoo site I e-mailed the pics to, one of Abby and one of Sassy. She said Abby had beautiful markings and asked if Sassy was a torti. So some do know what is what. I also emailed the pictures to B___. She said Abby was pretty and that she remember Sassy, ‘she must be getting up there in years’. She is indeed. That reminds me of something I need to do before I go to bed.

I went to post a comment on my vacw’s website, but then I realized it would give him a link to this blog, so I deleted it.

Well, I think I have said enough. Good-bye for now.

House of cats



So I took another picture of Buddy and I am posting it here. I have no idea why, I have so many pictures of him. I just crack myself up when I see him sleeping in a funny position. When I saw him sleeping on the stairs on his side, with his arms crossed, I just had to run get my camera. Cell phone picture just would not do. Then this afternoon, I took my camera upstairs and took some pictures of Abigail. She is a very photogenic cat. Pictures of Sassy, she always looks a little spastic. Pictures of Abigail look like they should be on a post card. This picture I put on my phone and sent it to Tigger. He likes it and made it his wallpaper. Of course he tried to show me while I was driving. Considering I send text messages when I am driving I guess he thought it was ok.

chatty

I have an earworm. I believe that is the expression. There are ads for the show Tudor up in the subway, Henry the 8th. Now is it my imagination or is that guy toe curling, heart stopping, take my breath away, don’t kick him out of bed unless there is more room on the floor purdy? Anyway, now I have the song “‘Enry the 8th”, by Hermans Hermits (?) in my head (I’m En-e-ry the 8th I am, En-e-ry the 8th I am I am). You get the idea. So I have to think of Piano Man or something like that before I start singing this song out loud and driving myself and everyone in the room crazy.

On another note, I tried a different Greek Yogurt this morning ‘Chobani’. It was cheaper than Fage and it has fruit on the bottom. It was pretty good, sweeter than Fage but that might have been because of the fruit. I ate the yogurt off the top and put the fruit in my oatmeal. It was blueberry so now my oatmeal looks kind of icky. I like blueberries so I am sure I will like it.

I don’t know why I am so perky and verbose, considering I got to bed at midnight, am dead tired and have had nothing with caffeine in it yet. Maybe because I am making a conscience effort to not eat bread (I’m allergic to wheat) and have started going back to the gym, two times this week. Woo Hoo. Whatever it is I need to shut up and eat my breakfast. BBL

So now I know

I have to type really long posts. Otherwise my lists overtake my posts and I have to increase the number of my posts.

Last night I took a picture of Butterscotch, he was sleeping on his side with his front paws crossed. I don’t know why I took it, I just felt compelled. I have also been putting food out for the little torti that looks just like Sassy. I know I shouldn’t. She is really sweet, except she is also pretty wild, she has gotten calmer after we took Abby in. When I get a better picture of Abby I will post it, along with crossed leg Butterscotch.

I posted to Exercise Police and 20 +/- to go today. I haven’t in a long time. I need to, I can’t just post to Booktalk and Friends.

Tonight at the meeting they voted to change the nights. They changed to Wednesday! Can you believe it? Well, until orchestra is over Stitch, Gwen and I will be going to WF because they can’t just drop it. Gwen is all upset about it, but she calmed herself in the car on the way home.

I just created this stupid web page. Check it out. I don’t know if there is a way to update it. Or delete it.

Abby the window cat

Lost thoughts

I had something I was going to say, I remember thinking, I have to e-mail this to my blog so I can remember it, but that is all I remember. I don’t remember if I thought of something while waiting for the traffic on the bridge or a thought about the girl on the subway with her pants tied into her shoelaces. Or that I tried Fage yogurt for the first time today.

I have been reading British and Scottish authors and I think I am starting to think like them.

I was so mad last night about the governor, and today I have regained my calm. I keep telling myself, this is why man is not meant to rule.

From a Message board post:

Right before Spitzer’s wife stood up beside him I bet she told him, “You think you paid a lot to get screwwed by that hookker? Wait until my lawyers are done with you.”

At least that’s what I would have said.