January 2004

Chain Letter: Warning, read at your own risk. Via my brother Matt. Hello, my name is Amber and I suffer from the guilt of not forwarding 50 billion chain letters sent to me by people who actually believe that if you send them on, a poor 6-year-old girl in Arkansas with a breast on her […]

Theme of the week: The talk at work has been slang. As in, “What up, Dog?” It all started when someone of the hippie generation asked me what “word” meant. “Word is ‘truth,’” I said. “You know, Hallelujiah, that’s the word of the lord. And word to your mother is ‘really big truth.’” Can of

And the quote of the week: “People laughed at Joan of Arc, but she went right ahead and built it.” –Gracie Allen.

Trivia of the week: (From my parents.) A bit of information to help you sleep better now that you know. In the heyday of sailing ships, all war ships and many freighters carried iron cannons. Those cannons fired round iron cannon balls It was necessary to keep a good supply near the cannon, but they

Contratulations! Mike (he works with the South Dakota IRS) had his first oral arguements in front of the state supreme court on Wednesday. The recording is here. Woo Hoo!

More Domestic Life. Warm and fuzzy day. Not a day, just a moment. I sit in a steamy-warm bathroom while my daughter sings a song to a plastic monkey. And rubs bubbles on her face. She can strike a Calgon pose the short length of the tub, still. A couple of much, much, much-abused x-mas

Domestic Life. Domestic life is distracting life. Everything has issues. Everything gets broken, tipped over, spilled, scattered, smeared. And of course that’s Rachael, doing most of it. You tell her not to break something and she throws herself on the floor and cries. And if you let the place go, it gets worse. More stuff

Stories! Houston, we have stories! ***Dave and Doyce sent me their stories today. In one case, I had to beg and plead to get it, but there you go… …Doyce.