NO. 3A

This Is The Card I Would Send You If I Remembered Birthdays.

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Rickety Tickety Tin

Things That Make Me Laugh Out Loud.

Oh there are too many things and so many people to dedicate this song to, but I'll just throw it out to Sydney, Sutton and Mary... they know why.

Lyrics Below, because they're just so good...

The Irish Ballad
Tom Lehrer

About a maid I'll sing a song
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did ev'ryone of them in, them in
She did ev'ryone of them in

One morning in a fit of pique
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
One morning in a fit of pique
She drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin, with gin
We had to make do with gin

Her mother she could never stand
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
Her mother she could never stand
And so a cyanide soup she planned
The mother died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin
Her face in a hideous grin

She set her sister's hair on fire
Rickety-tickety-tin
She set her sister's hair on fire
And as the smoke and flame rose high'r
Danced around the funeral pyre
Playin' a violin, -olin
Playin' a violin

She weighted her brother down with stones
Rickety-tickety-tin
She weighted her brother down with stones
And sent him off to Davy Jones
All they ever found were some bones
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin
Occasional pieces of skin

One day when she had nothing to do
Rickety-tickety-tin
One day when she had nothing to do
She cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an Irish stew
And invited the neighbors in, -bors in
Invited the neighbors in

And when at last the police came by
Rickety-tickety-tin
And when at last the police came by
Her little pranks she did not deny
To do so she would have had to lie
And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin
Lying, she knew, was a sin

My tragic tale, I won't prolong
Rickety-tickety-tin
My tragic tale I won't prolong
And if you do not enjoy my song
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long
You should never have let me begin, begin
You should never have let me begin

And... Update

Just one of the multitude of reasons I shouldn't do laundry:

If you accidentally wash your brand new navy blue sleep mask in a load of whites on hot water cycle, they too will be blue in a matter of about 35 minutes.

Just like I am looking at all my ruined whites. Including my favorite pajamas.

And to make it worse, this was my EIGHTH load of laundry today. No, I do not have four children I am just a very lazy housekeeper.

Aargh! That's what I get for doing something. Does it cost more for me to clean or buy new? I wonder?

Seriously. Get Something Done.

Eeney Meeney Miney Mo...catch a Lizzie by the toe...

I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO! And yet, I am doing nothing. So I put this picture on my desktop and somehow these big imploring eyes follow me everywhere when I stray from the task...

Oh and remember chocolate milk mustaches? I know I love it.

Oh and I really really want these stamps...

Welcome back, I missed you.

Early release photos from the refitted Hubble. Perspective huh?

This is the second time today I have had pieces of my life put into a different perspective, the first came from a conversation where it was brought to my attention that I talk about things I care about and yet exclude them from my writings. That must change. I should start putting my world into my writing. I guess I have treated writing like something non-real, an alter ego and different form of communicating elevated beyond my ho-hum life. So coming soon, Rosa. Ha - that was a writing technique called a tease!

So I find myself  sitting alone at the beach and starting a whole new essay than the Eliot piece I have been working on... and what did that lead to? Cruising NASA.com. I highly recommend it. I am definitely listening to George Noory tonight. Also I am craving ramen. Are all these things related?

No it is another technique, avoidance. That's right, I am avoiding writing. But I am not going to pull an all night marathon this Sunday like I did before last writing class where I had to read my work. That piece was totally dished, even though I quite liked it, however the class called me something akin to schizophrenic, so enough is enough. I am going to buckle down and write, preferably something good, and true and authentic to me.

 So, Goodbye, I am going to stop using you all as an pawn in my avoidance. But one last thing,welcome back Hubble, I missed you. Babble ended.

Double Sided

I have mixed emotions about this video. Yes, in general advertising groups produce ads that promote an unreasonable self image for most women, on the other hand what is wrong with using a little help to look wonderful. Fight the system or use it? I keep going back and forth on this. It reminds me of the swimsuit/ unfair advantage debate going on. If you can use a little help what's wrong with that? If a new technology aka my amazing concealer ala Bare Escentuals or Chanel's Ultra Intensite Ultra Lip Wear makes me look better by the common standard should I give those up because I should fight the mis-portrayal of woman's natural state? Are they trying to mislead us or just give us an ideal? Where do you draw the line -  is forty minutes of hair followed by twenty minutes of make-up every morning acceptable but not nose-jobs and chin lifts? I want a nose job and a chin lift and some others things too, and I don't think that makes me part of the "problem". And if I could photoshop all those pictures of me floating around facebook and myspace, I wouldn't think twice. But I am being flippant too; our culture is plagued by eating disorders, unfair weight judgment and serious health concerns including obesity. So this is a double sided issue. At least for me. And besides, visual impressions do count. Call me superficial, but unfortunately this doesn't always work in my benefit either.

I keep watching this video and then going to the bathroom to stare in the mirror at my every pore.

Tender Sympathy

What exactly is tender sympathy? I think I want some. And the car too.

Steve!