What are your resolving to change in the new year?Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Vacation wear..
Remember girls, for white water rafting or jungle travel a jeweled thong with matching cuffs is absolutely de rigueur!
Are you a vital chick with that zappy look?
Or are you just a choppy bird with no tiger appeal?
Well are you??????
Friday, December 24, 2010
And you'll never be bothered by pesky holiday guests again!
Mmmmm! Canned luncheon meat, CHOPPED!
Not to mention, garnished with poisonous-when-ingested holly...
Todays insidious tune running though my head!
At least it's keeping me company as I staff the office all by my lonesome!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Who knew?
Geez! Maybe I should have looked into joining the camera club in high school, it might not have been so lonely.....
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Your special algorithim needs adjusting!
As if the holidays weren't disturbing enough, today's inbox brought the following message from OKCupid:
The tradition of giving people presents on Christmas goes back to the very first one, when the three wise men brought baby Jesus an XBox Kinect. His body was the controller. And it was Sweet.
Ever since then the 25th of December has been celebrated by Christians and economists the world over, and we thought it only proper to join in the fun. Starting today and going through the holiday, we're giving YOU your perfect CHRISTMAS match. Seriously, we developed a special algorithm just for this.
NSman43 is today's match:
Yes, he's reading a similar message about you right now. He's cool, He's cute. Why not drop him a line?
All the best and, seriously, Merry Christmas,
Chris Coyne
Not to sound vain and self centered, but seriously??? this is my perfect Christmas match??????
Eat right, feel right!
I'm over a cold, I had been fighting and so very happy to be back in the gym and back on my regular food regimen. It always amazes me how drastically my mood alters after a few missed workouts or when I veering from the diet plan!
It's all fun & dames till someone puts out an eye....
Quick show of hands, who here has been to a yip-in lately?
Monday, December 20, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Like we didn't see this coming...
Is it me, or has Bruce become a hell of a lot more buff than when Adam West used to play him? Not that I mind, I'm just sayin'
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Du Barry was a ....
Dubarry cosmetics developed by Richard Hudnut
Madam du Barry in marble Jean-Jacques Caifferi
Finally in color, Madame du Barry by Francois Hubert Drouais
And in technicolor! Last but not least, Madam du Barry by Lucille Ball.Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Who it was....
Well, I'd just finished "She Always Knew How: Mae West, a Personal Biography" (quote: I was never vulgar. The word for me was suggestive.") So she'd naturally been on my mind....
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Riddle me this.....
'Twas whispered in Heaven, 'twas muttered in Hell,
And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
On the confines of Earth, 'twas permitted to rest,
And in the depths of the ocean its presence confessed;
'Twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven asunder,
Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder;
'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath,
Attends him at birth and awaits him at death,
Presides o'er his happiness, honor and health,
Is the prop of his house and the end of his wealth.
In the heaps of the miser, 'tis hoarded with care,
But is sure to be lost on his prodigal heir;
It begins every hope, every wish it must bound;
With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned;
Without it the soldier and seaman may roam,
But woe to the wretch who expels it from home!
In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found,
Nor e'er in the whirlwind of passion be drowned;
'Twill soften the heart; but though deaf be the ear,
It will make him acutely and instantly hear.
Set in shade, let it rest like a delicate flower;
Ah! Breath on it softly, it dies in an hour.
And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
On the confines of Earth, 'twas permitted to rest,
And in the depths of the ocean its presence confessed;
'Twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven asunder,
Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder;
'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath,
Attends him at birth and awaits him at death,
Presides o'er his happiness, honor and health,
Is the prop of his house and the end of his wealth.
In the heaps of the miser, 'tis hoarded with care,
But is sure to be lost on his prodigal heir;
It begins every hope, every wish it must bound;
With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned;
Without it the soldier and seaman may roam,
But woe to the wretch who expels it from home!
In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found,
Nor e'er in the whirlwind of passion be drowned;
'Twill soften the heart; but though deaf be the ear,
It will make him acutely and instantly hear.
Set in shade, let it rest like a delicate flower;
Ah! Breath on it softly, it dies in an hour.
