tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310426972024-03-07T13:28:57.285-05:00StarvingWriteNowMy mind has more side streets than a Rand McNally!StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.comBlogger383125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-30998666541322945512009-04-03T12:32:00.001-05:002009-04-03T12:35:51.468-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">MOVING<br /><br />Okay, you thought it would never happen, but... the blog is on the move. I discovered the glories of WordPress and am in the midst of signing up/transferring, etc... officially my blog address will be starvingwritenow.wordpress.com ( I think). Will keep you all posted.<br /><br />Thanks, and sayonara, Blogger!<br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-17553231412933066472009-04-02T06:04:00.002-05:002009-04-02T06:10:10.350-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">MIDLIFE CRISIS BLOG<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheeFhYJXzD3MFI-wdacJ-qR-GUsBCAsb0rTcBg6Y3dM03IPRIWMFgWK51V_BJ0go2puydP7MLB41HutV9Gy3gQL9z6CmoszM6uAJpwHzVF1ku-KB2aInOcp6vAHspzwyUBgL_33A/s1600-h/Bored-Baby-1284.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheeFhYJXzD3MFI-wdacJ-qR-GUsBCAsb0rTcBg6Y3dM03IPRIWMFgWK51V_BJ0go2puydP7MLB41HutV9Gy3gQL9z6CmoszM6uAJpwHzVF1ku-KB2aInOcp6vAHspzwyUBgL_33A/s400/Bored-Baby-1284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320048589691487730" border="0" /></a>Not sure what's up over here, but I'm just not blogging. Trying to think of some new format to try, more fun things to write, etc... I need more here, and I'm not sure what or where or how to get it. Not even sure what I want except for blogging to excite me again. Dear, dear, dear...<br /><br />Hmm... maybe I'll just buy a Corvette. It works for guys, right?<br /><br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-90128070459948008402009-03-23T04:55:00.002-05:002009-03-23T05:03:48.651-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">CLASSIC ROMANCE (OR SOMETHING LIKE IT)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrM6bJru7dUrKCy_Ft1pB6qx8ZYWCId9hAsyVrdCQTbrYG_R4nNbdwOn3iNlmYV_K9CYFTIvw9Zep7mG4yrxNQXdi9VLaR_YB9dwxYxO2SO885A5jvhWbBlqlz2Ak_YrbhDIwTrw/s1600-h/wtf+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrM6bJru7dUrKCy_Ft1pB6qx8ZYWCId9hAsyVrdCQTbrYG_R4nNbdwOn3iNlmYV_K9CYFTIvw9Zep7mG4yrxNQXdi9VLaR_YB9dwxYxO2SO885A5jvhWbBlqlz2Ak_YrbhDIwTrw/s400/wtf+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316320938472438786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Was she a bewitching beauty, or a plaything to a warriors passion?"</span><br /><br />Based on that big red stripe on her neck, I'd say she's just plain dead. What <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> that??<br /><br />And, just 'cause I can... either warrior dude's head is too small or his arm is too big. Hmm...<br /><br />Happy Monday!<br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-82724016805262285482009-03-19T06:51:00.000-05:002009-03-19T06:52:34.495-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">SICK DAY<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkmDOEOf-tufW3jC5VbonaH51NmvomwYGkTCeZM_GDg6kvUVoM0vCJGRua4Qc0i-FHBAXLorxC9Od757ZNgaHF18VB2BnEeCYBwFBaQXd2v1bax6nj31AozAWEB08bs2e93HkqAA/s1600-h/SickExtension.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 367px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkmDOEOf-tufW3jC5VbonaH51NmvomwYGkTCeZM_GDg6kvUVoM0vCJGRua4Qc0i-FHBAXLorxC9Od757ZNgaHF18VB2BnEeCYBwFBaQXd2v1bax6nj31AozAWEB08bs2e93HkqAA/s400/SickExtension.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314865265027986098" border="0" /></a><br />Feel crappy. Can't blog. But I'll be back....<br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-9326573956711890702009-03-16T06:59:00.002-05:002009-03-16T07:06:49.854-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">RETURN OF THE MOOBIES<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitt7436xM9XCH20veC9qf23TbyPqX38x0qIGhyu2gYkotJRmszxac1knMqh48xD0nS0-gyGIwOyt-QvJK9ZFlm5MsHnaF7MGFsSgvGJYUwcV8dGdthAPcnBSNv5-HGXwIsqRAEA/s1600-h/boobies+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitt7436xM9XCH20veC9qf23TbyPqX38x0qIGhyu2gYkotJRmszxac1knMqh48xD0nS0-gyGIwOyt-QvJK9ZFlm5MsHnaF7MGFsSgvGJYUwcV8dGdthAPcnBSNv5-HGXwIsqRAEA/s400/boobies+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313754236538984514" border="0" /></a><br />Now, I like a man in a kilt, and I confess to wanting a peek under those yards and yards of cloth to see if those rumors are true. But this poor soul either hasn't been doing his pectoral workouts, or his cover artist went on a bender with a bunch of senior citizen strippers and finished the chest part while nursing a killer hangover and having flashbacks to the weekend.<br /><br />Speaking of weekends I had a lovely one. My birthday was divine. Happy Monday!<br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-53945572123565284232009-03-13T05:46:00.001-05:002009-03-13T05:50:14.675-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">BECAUSE WE ALL NEED A LITTLE AUSTEN<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks to <a href="http://www.deannaraybourn.com/blog/">Deanna</a> I came across this nifty little quiz. Huzzah--I get to be my favorite heroine! Which one are you?<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quiz.php" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quizanne.jpg" alt="I am Anne Elliot!" width="200" height="300" /><br /><br /><br />Take the Quiz here!</a></p>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-35317894385122335472009-03-12T05:57:00.002-05:002009-03-12T06:37:56.146-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnhEXQwQquAgLIYe02M45ODAo2TVx6ZjsV_sis_VZvKOPaItIOHE8wQuxB46kDbSwg7gEE9w-hiZaCGzIDyHgtkdsrHwfcMqU4g1jG6HbFYNrTt-wJiok2QjATyyx4rARRhaNMw/s1600-h/TT+pink.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnhEXQwQquAgLIYe02M45ODAo2TVx6ZjsV_sis_VZvKOPaItIOHE8wQuxB46kDbSwg7gEE9w-hiZaCGzIDyHgtkdsrHwfcMqU4g1jG6HbFYNrTt-wJiok2QjATyyx4rARRhaNMw/s400/TT+pink.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312253808182591394" border="0" /></a><br />THIRTEEN RAMBLING BIRTHDAY THOUGHTS<br /><br />Yes, it's happening again this weekend. I will--gasp!--be another year older. But I will also be:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">1. Another year wiser. (snort!)<br />2. One full year in my house. (Huzzah!)<br />3. More beautiful. ( I age like that fine red wine, you know.)<br /><br />The last year has had hardships, like:<br /><br />4. The whole FS thing.<br />5. Money woes.<br />6. Son breaking his leg.<br /><br />But there were also blessings, like:<br /><br />7. I got accepted to Grad school.<br />8. Son and I were happy (mostly) and healthy (mostly).<br />9. I started dating a really wonderful man.<br /><br />So when I hit 42 on Saturday, what will I wish for?<br /><br />10. Continued health, happiness, good looks (snort!) and sanity.<br />11. Increased skill with juggling jobs, family, relationship and school.<br />12. All the love I can hold, and<br />13. Swiss Fudge Cookies from Stella d'Oro.<br /><br />(Kudos to any of you who remember that commercial!)<br /><br />What wishes for your birthdays will you have this year?<br /><br /></div></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-30277928268161131712009-03-09T04:27:00.002-05:002009-03-09T04:37:32.228-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">MAN OF THE MONTH<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnd0GVLzX_R_a1lcPzqgPhw8eTqH2VNGJcl_2OgcImUcOoCzsyPgAAsuv4-LVQz16xHU9WA92aO1nNfvqeFFACC6z8Oywq76R0DURja63UKpa29lgUf1qUpWoZ1lGA33m_WjXvow/s1600-h/march.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnd0GVLzX_R_a1lcPzqgPhw8eTqH2VNGJcl_2OgcImUcOoCzsyPgAAsuv4-LVQz16xHU9WA92aO1nNfvqeFFACC6z8Oywq76R0DURja63UKpa29lgUf1qUpWoZ1lGA33m_WjXvow/s400/march.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311118570307654386" border="0" /></a><br />"Uuuuuppp next we have Mr. March! Tall, dark and scary as hell! Yes, he may have apprenticed with Satan and there are some disturbing rumors about midnight sacrifices, but look at the size of his trophy, girls! Don't let this one get away!<br /><br />Happy Monday!<br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-33154246412953037852009-03-05T06:25:00.003-05:002009-03-05T08:57:32.417-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRHbUnn_MCS0rlxXV_pgZiiMP-JdaJeeo8xfpD69N5zmlfoyI3iwZQOGewxSZYEa6QkcpksZVlb7Sj5nVZriGixeb_M6KtqyvZ9xTzp43LPqD8PK0MY02B9jVOke2xBYPgtFzdWQ/s1600-h/tttubgirl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRHbUnn_MCS0rlxXV_pgZiiMP-JdaJeeo8xfpD69N5zmlfoyI3iwZQOGewxSZYEa6QkcpksZVlb7Sj5nVZriGixeb_M6KtqyvZ9xTzp43LPqD8PK0MY02B9jVOke2xBYPgtFzdWQ/s400/tttubgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309663694766540066" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">THIRTEEN THINGS I DO TO RELAX<br /><br />Believe it or not, when I'm not out saving the world from ruthless villains (snort!) or helping small children find books in the library stacks or going to school or my other job or cooking or cleaning house or doing laundry or saving baby kittens from high tree branches (double snort!) I manage to squeeze in relaxing time. I know, I know... I could use that time to compose better blog posts, right?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">1. With very few exceptions, Friday night is "do-nothing" night. Son and I eat junk food, I drink a couple of beers and the TV is on something truly edifying like "Ghost Adventures" or "What Not To Wear."<br /><br />2. I do needlework. Small projects are best because there's actually a possibility I will finish them.<br /><br />3. Every once in a great while, I fill up the tub and take a bubble bath. I don't think I've done this since I moved here, though (must remedy that soon).<br /><br />4. I snuggle with my man. (sigh... he is <span style="font-style: italic;">awesome.</span>)<br /><br />5. I walk the dog. Yes, exercise. I can't believe it either.<br /><br />6. I watch movies I've seen a million times. There's something relaxing about knowing what's going to happen, not having to pay strict attention because you'll miss something, etc.<br /><br />7. I virtual shop. I'll go on a website I like, or leaf through one of the catalogs I regularly get and mark off all the stuff I would buy if funds were unlimited.<br /><br />8. I play with my kitties. Then I'll throw catnip down, get them all stoned-up and giggle while they "fight" with each other.<br /><br />9. I read. (Of course.) Since I've started school unfortunately my reading tends to be textbooks, but I still manage to sneak in a good mystery or something here and there.<br /><br />10. I put jigsaw puzzles together. I wish I had more time for this, because I love doing it. <br /><br />11. I do the Sunday crossword (the Merl Reagle one, not the NYT one--please!). Two times, I am proud to say, I completed the entire thing.<br /><br />12. I garden in summer. Pulling weeds can be very soothing.<br /><br />13. I sit in a lawnchair in the sun and just "be." It's lovely.<br /><br />What relaxes you?<br /></div></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-38251969384463184552009-03-02T08:31:00.002-05:002009-03-02T08:35:41.518-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">...JUST...CAN'T...MAKE IT...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLE4ruuOgrcYLKJJTonCCemKJCLvvFZrzmlkHFQgdCe37u9_nd_BHhlHjCG-NOH8b8JpfVBV1USAD4ZkO-grbBOmK5BsBM-GrBrdU-vkKXtQT__IRjSiqoO0PtcSiZlvF2fx5vw/s1600-h/bad+stuff+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLE4ruuOgrcYLKJJTonCCemKJCLvvFZrzmlkHFQgdCe37u9_nd_BHhlHjCG-NOH8b8JpfVBV1USAD4ZkO-grbBOmK5BsBM-GrBrdU-vkKXtQT__IRjSiqoO0PtcSiZlvF2fx5vw/s400/bad+stuff+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308582506474883346" border="0" /></a><br />"Sorry, Loretta... I know I'm supposed to be your hero and all, but my union contract forbids lifting anything over 50 pounds. You'll just have to crawl the rest of the way."<br /><br />Happy Monday!<br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-24604299284022752122009-02-26T06:26:00.002-05:002009-02-26T06:59:08.285-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxprd_1DH69FLJPixNyKzRYKj_HlKMUJkQRfdKqvjEFYgDHHBWA1qfddHn67Dh6oGkTJL7ldZ74h2a1lpNCqOA_4hB1HCcUGJtTzZKz8UVgF7iKN-ZZwTjuMMJVOr8xIY6nyBOsg/s1600-h/thursday_thirteen_torn_letters.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxprd_1DH69FLJPixNyKzRYKj_HlKMUJkQRfdKqvjEFYgDHHBWA1qfddHn67Dh6oGkTJL7ldZ74h2a1lpNCqOA_4hB1HCcUGJtTzZKz8UVgF7iKN-ZZwTjuMMJVOr8xIY6nyBOsg/s400/thursday_thirteen_torn_letters.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307065987856651522" border="0" /></a><br />THIRTEEN ALTERNATIVE PARENTAL BUMPER STICKERS<br /><br />You've seen them decorating minivan bumpers everywhere: "My child is a Straight-A/Model Citizen/Honor Student at Such-and-Such School." If you've been blessed with one of these stickers, good for you (and your kid)! If, like me, you have not, then here are some alternatives to consider:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">1. My Child Gets C's And That's Okay By Me<br />2. My Child Is Not In Juvie This Month!<br />3. My Average Student Can Beat Up Your Honor Student<br />4. Proud Parent Of An Underachiever<br />5. I Never Made The Honor Roll Either And I Turned Out Just Fine<br />6. (For a kid's bike/car) My Mom Has A 4.0 In Grad School<br />7. Proud Parent Of A Really Nice Kid<br />8. My Average Student Did Not Get Arrested Like Your Honor Student Did Last Weekend<br />9. C's Get Degrees<br />10. Proud Mother Of A Kid Who Does Dishes And Takes Out The Trash<br />11. Proud Mother Of A Kid Who Doesn't Mind Being Seen In Public With His Family<br />12. My Average Student Gets Straight A's In Common Sense<br />13. Proud Parent Of A Well-Mannered & Respectful Child<br /><br />What would your "Proud Parent" bumper sticker say?<br /></div></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-60765833214267192062009-02-23T05:40:00.003-05:002009-02-23T06:08:03.870-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">ATTACK OF THE MOOBIES<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1jrwHw0OsvgoRBs8598BBt3ls5H7iti6kZ8O5e93r4KkADXftVDzMGVEmPoeZCeUx1SWdHzWwOk3LPbOC5XWcqsgI4ueToXmTqLDaQYb20lnhAISqT-2xhb3QcS1tifzZ79GUQ/s1600-h/boobies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1jrwHw0OsvgoRBs8598BBt3ls5H7iti6kZ8O5e93r4KkADXftVDzMGVEmPoeZCeUx1SWdHzWwOk3LPbOC5XWcqsgI4ueToXmTqLDaQYb20lnhAISqT-2xhb3QcS1tifzZ79GUQ/s400/boobies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305941982960298738" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(Fine Print)<span style="font-style: italic;">"He had but to raise a brow and all acceded to his wishes..."</span><br /><br />Mr. Lord of the Keep: "I DEMAND GOLD ON MY COVER! LOTS OF IT! DO YOU NOT SEE ME RAISING MY BROW??? MORE GOLD TRIM! MORE! AND YOU! YES, <span style="font-style: italic;">YOU</span>, VARLET! PROCURE ME A PLAYTEX BRA! I AM IN DESPERATE NEED OF 18 HOURS OF CRISS-CROSS SUPPORT!"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Happy Monday!<br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-63066073334956658992009-02-19T09:27:00.002-05:002009-02-19T09:41:13.346-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtY5k61noqf4iodg7h3YFF1WC9qYNAOa9IcneGCN57GH0xk0S3WtiaoYGg8PbRuoo3Ij3ai1NXSf5lNXJ-uabUpdkHgcNds0GPyiwVQKDz0Vstmy62axGPJaf7LzQpEqNi_oTLYw/s1600-h/t13110_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtY5k61noqf4iodg7h3YFF1WC9qYNAOa9IcneGCN57GH0xk0S3WtiaoYGg8PbRuoo3Ij3ai1NXSf5lNXJ-uabUpdkHgcNds0GPyiwVQKDz0Vstmy62axGPJaf7LzQpEqNi_oTLYw/s400/t13110_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304516139580381826" border="0" /></a><br />THIRTEEN SPRINGY THOUGHTS<br /><br />I was going to write about some things happening in the world that are upsetting me, but I need to do a little more research before I make any statements. So, in lieu of civil disobedience I present (as snow is still falling outside my windows today) some thoughts of Spring. Yes, it is coming, folks. Never fear.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">1. The smell of Spring. Earthy and sweet and warm.<br />2. Birds returning to the neighborhood. I especially love to hear robins.<br />3. The sun comes earlier and stays later. <br />4. Cleaning my yard--I'm actually looking forward to this, even though I cringe at the amount of dog poop that has been hidden under the snow all this time.<br />5. Opening my windows and getting a warm breeze. <br />6. The first bulbs peeking up from the soil. Pretty purple crocuses (if the squirrels haven't eaten them all!<br />7. Spring rain.<br />8. The first sound of lawn mowing--hmm... who will get theirs out first?<br />9. Digging in the dirt. Planting.<br />10. Easter. The services, the cute dresses on little girls, the candy...<br />11. When the trees start blooming and entire neighborhoods turn pink and yellow and white.<br />12. Putting on a pair of shorts. (And blinding everyone in a 5-mile radius with my fish-white legs.)<br />13. Daily grilling out. Okay, at least on weekends. Fire up the barbie and get my recommended daily allowance of carcinogens from that tasty char. Mmmm...<br /><br />What springy thoughts, if any, are you having today?<br /></div></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-25186753177988502642009-02-16T12:27:00.001-05:002009-02-16T12:30:34.624-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">SERIOUSLY, WTF?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimuAAzmEATrrJzDNrmZIzDB_BMmLZdy6opHLNASIYRY05aZwrW2nsr3ucDcUSYOA7tvBXvG_XLEqrFUd4TED53yVa-BvduhcMQs5g1t1nvnikiZwMzQcVRY0TtTMxzcxdCa9MxKw/s1600-h/0109-9780373276141-bigw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimuAAzmEATrrJzDNrmZIzDB_BMmLZdy6opHLNASIYRY05aZwrW2nsr3ucDcUSYOA7tvBXvG_XLEqrFUd4TED53yVa-BvduhcMQs5g1t1nvnikiZwMzQcVRY0TtTMxzcxdCa9MxKw/s400/0109-9780373276141-bigw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303448271280331746" border="0" /></a><br />Note to HQN: There's a line between a cute chubby baby and one whose cheeks are about to explode. Poor kid looks like she's holding two giant wads of gum in her cheeks. Or she's about to yak all over hero's shirt.<br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-1469620323051499632009-02-12T07:40:00.003-05:002009-02-12T09:53:21.496-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXsZp1GjX4bmvQqEXmMQTRBn5B5yhW_8CCpmbQ6KGWKFunal0l9Ka6ozhGcqobFQX-cpySzpPkwbQkGEi2sjaBTeXhv3fm04t96R6NPr3Gg744r7LwMlcyAhbMWq5b3dBI9IaQeA/s1600-h/TT+pink.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXsZp1GjX4bmvQqEXmMQTRBn5B5yhW_8CCpmbQ6KGWKFunal0l9Ka6ozhGcqobFQX-cpySzpPkwbQkGEi2sjaBTeXhv3fm04t96R6NPr3Gg744r7LwMlcyAhbMWq5b3dBI9IaQeA/s400/TT+pink.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301890059463094386" border="0" /></a>THIRTEEN ROADS TO ROMANCE<br /><br />Take note, fellas. We ladies truly aren't hard to please, and there are many little things you can do to make our hearts melt every day of the year <span style="font-style: italic;">besides</span> Valentine's Day. And most (if not all) of these suggestions do not involve opening your wallets:<br /><br />1. Hold open a door for us. This is especially effective when you hold the door and let us walk through <span style="font-style: italic;">ahead of you</span>.<br />2. Help us on with our coats. Every now and then. It just feels nice.<br />3. Talk nice about us to other people when we're not around. It will get back to us and we'll feel especially loved.<br />4. Suffer through a chick-flick every once in a while. It won't kill you, and you don't have to tell your friends.<br />5. Leave us a love note somewhere. Sure, we might wonder aloud what you're up to, but inside we're all like "isn't he the sweetest thing?".<br />6. If we're coming home late, turn the outside lights on for us. <br />7. Even better, greet us at the door. Take our coat/purse/groceries/whatever. I don't know about the rest of youall, but it <span style="font-style: italic;">thrills</span> me when someone helps me unload groceries.<br />8. Kiss us in public. Yes, right in front of your friends and families. No, it doesn't have to be a full-on mauling with tongue, just nice kissing.<br />9. Snuggle after sex. We understand that as soon as you're done, you're <span style="font-style: italic;">done</span>. But just give us a minute or five. Trust us, we love that stuff.<br />10. Say "I love you" first. Does it really matter who says it, so long as it gets said? No, but we like it when you go first sometimes.<br />11. Greeting cards are cheap, easy to come by, and make us feel special. Buy some.<br />12. Try and remember stuff. Like birthdays, for example. Write it down if you have to.<br />13. Be courteous/kind to our families, even if you don't like them.<br /><br />Any other suggestions? Share in comments!<br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-6427836044869806852009-02-09T05:37:00.003-05:002009-02-09T05:43:59.294-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">WHAT A SCOUNDREL WANTS<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3wn9LE5GdrqrMmX595pQSn8KYVQrRGewP0aMRAG3Koc8fHRL4SmCd1IKnD13I4MxnzzDZnrh1PRAsMx4bfswh0tezfQdTWbAMGr7Un3NcXBgeiMH4gyMR5n3gbRL2BqeqYZ11_Q/s1600-h/scoundrel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3wn9LE5GdrqrMmX595pQSn8KYVQrRGewP0aMRAG3Koc8fHRL4SmCd1IKnD13I4MxnzzDZnrh1PRAsMx4bfswh0tezfQdTWbAMGr7Un3NcXBgeiMH4gyMR5n3gbRL2BqeqYZ11_Q/s400/scoundrel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300746400678711042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Let me guess. He wants... umm... the top of his head back?<br />World peace?<br />Or maybe just his right nipple repainted?<br /><br />Happy Monday!<br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-25121748603490615372009-02-05T22:27:00.006-05:002009-02-06T07:37:57.266-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://orn-lab.ekol.lu.se/birdmigration/standalone/flightlab/image/knotwing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 185px;" src="http://orn-lab.ekol.lu.se/birdmigration/standalone/flightlab/image/knotwing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">HUMANS IN FLIGHT<br /><br />This video clip is unreal. Amazing. Mind-boggling.<br /><br /><br />My mouth is still hanging open. Seriously.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ttz5oPpF1Js&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ttz5oPpF1Js&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-37641149070331134062009-02-05T07:28:00.001-05:002009-02-05T14:37:10.264-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Yep, she did it again. forgot her thursday thirteen. <br /><br />Feel free to roll your eyes and such.<br /><br />I'll be back next week--same bat time, same bat channel.<br /></div><br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-48884886445347307692009-02-02T05:35:00.004-05:002009-02-02T05:54:26.540-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">MAN OF THE MONTH: FEBRUARY<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxT30x6DlVhFZFeQUthpBWMM_HmBVH-pREaQzJuAOyqIq50urF8IHpkcORO_FO36Be8mL0WdPFac3gJTo7hRWujDBuR4C4KWaLensv4qwZ8hIWBiYRI_gKBakrifrLfY2JR0fnKA/s1600-h/february.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxT30x6DlVhFZFeQUthpBWMM_HmBVH-pREaQzJuAOyqIq50urF8IHpkcORO_FO36Be8mL0WdPFac3gJTo7hRWujDBuR4C4KWaLensv4qwZ8hIWBiYRI_gKBakrifrLfY2JR0fnKA/s400/february.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298146829900008850" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I know, I know--having the dubious title of "Mr. Strictly Business" (which translates roughly to "no fun in the sack for <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span>, girlie") could make Mr. February a tough sell. But he comes with his own briefcase and solid gold tie! And a reeeaaallllly square jaw! That's got to be worth something! Place your bets, ladies!<br /><br />And have a happy Monday!<br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-23415217552447175302009-01-29T11:14:00.002-05:002009-01-29T11:41:02.877-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.missyfrye.net/Hoyeya/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/ttc1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 121px;" src="http://www.missyfrye.net/Hoyeya/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/ttc1.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">THIRTEEN RANDOM FIRSTS ABOUT ME<br /><br />I know, you're supposed to tag people and all that, but I just don't feel like pasting all those URL's. Play along and speak your randomness on your blog, or in my comments, if you like. If you don't, you will lose your favorite book, your dog will throw up on the oriental rug and other reeeaaallly bad chain-letter curses like that. You've been warned.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">1. My first favorite song was "Rikki Don't Lose That Number" by Steely Dan.<br />2. My first official boyfriend was in 7th grade. His name was Allen and we never kissed once.<br />3. My first real memory is being in our barn and calling one of my sisters a liar. I got spanked.<br />4. The first movie I ever saw in theatre was "The Call of the Wild."<br />5. The first book I remember receiving was "Frederick" by Leo Lionni. I still have it.<br />6. The first internal-combustion vehicle I ever drove was a tractor.<br />7. My first best friend's name was Shannon. She was in my kindergarten class.<br />8. The first mixed drink I ever ordered in a bar was a Harvey Wallbanger.<br />9. The first "F" grade I ever got was in first grade. (Horrors!)<br />10. My first car was a Ford Escort. It was a lemon.<br />11. My first vacation I took on my own was to Egypt. Awesome. Period.<br />12. My first doll was a Lazy Daisy. You sit her up, and after a few minutes she falls over like she's "sleeping". That was all she did.<br />13. My first romance novel I ever read was "Captive Bride" by Johanna Lindsey. Oh yes, I was a Lindseyfan for years.<br /><br />Have a lovely, curse-free day!<br /></div><br /><br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-61908111994218637832009-01-26T12:07:00.001-05:002009-01-26T12:10:12.099-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">JUDGING A BOOK BY ITS TITLE<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eharlequin.com/images/books/0209-9780373127955-bigw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 427px;" src="http://www.eharlequin.com/images/books/0209-9780373127955-bigw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Yawn.<br /><br />Happy Monday!<br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-18257909194855242462009-01-22T06:23:00.003-05:002009-01-22T07:28:12.193-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yw1oD37yqjoCgajMgwH6xLInWnPqP41k2Usp6fmxT25GHDm9iZOXUX1hqHFzDoHns-641_LyrMkdMXBHNr2pBNY1H4cl6xG0ugqVls5zXVcDKS2oLDjMUlVEoANhEiwecuGeeg/s1600-h/tt-13+paper.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yw1oD37yqjoCgajMgwH6xLInWnPqP41k2Usp6fmxT25GHDm9iZOXUX1hqHFzDoHns-641_LyrMkdMXBHNr2pBNY1H4cl6xG0ugqVls5zXVcDKS2oLDjMUlVEoANhEiwecuGeeg/s400/tt-13+paper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294077668075363602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">THIRTEEN THINGS I LEARNED IN 2008<br /><br />Yes, believe it or not I did learn a few things last year. And considering where I was, emotionally, physically, etc... I am miles ahead this year, and it is only looking up from here. Thanks to <a href="http://www.moreofawoman.blogspot.com">Missie</a> for this fun idea!<br /><br />I've learned that:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">1. Crushing heartbreak really does heal in time, and the pain fades in time as well.<br />2. Buying my own house was not some far-off dream. It happened.<br />3. My son is a rock of support and love, even in his "too cool" teen years.<br />4. One carrier is not the best solution for two cats.<br />5. Moving men can make you simultaneously sprout a hundred gray hairs and laugh so hard you nearly pee your pants.<br />6. I can go back to school. I can still learn.<br />7. Riding my bike to work (in decent weather) is not only easy, but takes LESS time than driving my car.<br />8. I am still attractive, sexy and reasonably cool.<br />9. Exes are like boomerangs: you throw them away and they come back (for various reasons) to mess with you again.<br />10. Paying all the bills myself really sucks. But I'm doing it, and I'm okay.<br />11. Some people can suck it up, and some can't.<br />12. Good friends and family are worth their weight in gold.<br />13. I still believe in love. And have found love again.<br /><br />What did you learn last year? Anything cool? Any lessons I need to learn as well? Share!<br /></div></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-24159845568559679872009-01-20T19:00:00.002-05:002009-01-20T19:07:29.934-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">STRANDED ON BLOGGER ISLAND<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/Tildblog/sheena-blogger.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 435px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/Tildblog/sheena-blogger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Anyone else having issues with Blogger today besides me? Everything WAS going along just fine, and then today my blog links in my sidebar aren't linking right. I click them and a weird new screen comes up headed by Blogger (bless their pea-pickin' hearts) who are telling me I have to subscribe to a feed. WTF? I already did that (I think)! Either way, it's all a kerfluffle and I'm highly annoyed. I'll give it a couple of days to work itself out, but will indulge in dramatic sighs and excessive eye-rolling while I wait.<br /><br />Arrgh!<br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-40639595084033484822009-01-19T07:00:00.001-05:002009-01-19T07:00:01.387-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">WHY IS THIS A QUESTION?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_kCH-_r82Mh_AaG-SlHd394A_8Ue0oOsyXZra9LkerMWpZTbSoJp3porljgHkI5CmB0WG1p8mbbo9yb5OLs2ypjFna7vF6LCvfNwsutQgOBGFNKzLiaa-OOS2UzzlYDywCGlnA/s1600-h/wtf+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_kCH-_r82Mh_AaG-SlHd394A_8Ue0oOsyXZra9LkerMWpZTbSoJp3porljgHkI5CmB0WG1p8mbbo9yb5OLs2ypjFna7vF6LCvfNwsutQgOBGFNKzLiaa-OOS2UzzlYDywCGlnA/s400/wtf+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292793853396768818" border="0" /></a><br />Pregnant on the Upper East side?<br /><br />As opposed to, say, knocked up on the Lower West side?<br /><br />Or maybe a bun in the oven in Brooklyn?<br /><br />I dunno. Help me out here!!<br /><br />Happy Monday!<br /></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-13596548075306664832009-01-16T07:00:00.000-05:002009-01-16T07:00:01.818-05:00<div style="line-height: 1.5em; font-size: 13px; background: url('http://static.43things.com/images/book/quiz_bkg.jpg') no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 160px; padding: 45px 0 0 140px;">I took the 43 Things Personality Quiz and found out I'm a<br /><div><strong>Romantic Self-Improving Believer</strong></div><div><a href="http://www.43things.com/book#quiz"><img src="'http://static.43things.com/images/book/take_quiz_small.gif'" /></a> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dream-List-Do-Experts-43Things-com/dp/0761151265" style="background:none;"><img src="'http://static.43things.com/images/book/buy_book_small.gif'" /></a></div></div>StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.com0