No, sarameg, but I read a book that was a fictionalized history of her.

That's where my mad Holofernes-namin' skillz came from!

Also, in a similar vein 9 Most Badass Bible Verses.

Only one chick shows up -- our gal, Judy -- but it's pretty funny.

The whole vaugness about womens' heart attack symptoms is playing with my head lately. My last physical was the first where my blood pressure was an issue. My mother, all of her dead brothers and father had major heart, blood diseases. I have Fibromyalgia, so fatigue and sharp pains in my general trunk area are everyday occurrences. But now, I wonder, "is this a heart attack?" Oy.

You mean, what exactly it means to be a virgin?

I think they introduce it so early that nobody's too clear on the details of how babies are made. It's just that God is the Baby Daddy and that's it. And they make a big deal about Mary being the only person born without sin on her soul to sort of tap dance around the sex thing.

So. I (apparently) dropped my wallet in the parking lot outside of work - totally stupid, because it was half out of my coat pocket, and it must have fallen out as I was getting into the car. I went right back, but no luck.

Cancelled all of my cards/requested new ones be sent. Have all of my ID docs lined up for a trip to the DMV tomorrow.

Yay. NOT.

Oh crap. I forgot my Healthcare Account debit card. Then I have to request new medical insurance cards tomorrow. Just... blergh.

The shyest? Chuck Mangione. Bless his tiny self. Never looked up from the floor and didn't speak a single word except when forced to on stage.

Funniest Chuck memory ever was when I was in drum corps, he was invited to be the "color commentary" for the DCI finals broadcast from the old Orange Bowl.

Man didn't know dick about corps, but his music was super popular. OMG, every corps and their mother played "Children of Sanchez" at least once at some point. He did his best, God love him-- I think the herbal assistance helped with his clarity throughout the broadcast. He was awesome.

Jen, that SUCKS ROCKS. Boo.

That's a whole lotta no fun, Jen.

Ugh Jen, what a bummer.

So right now I have two little nudists running around the house. One of them is pretending to be a mean dinosaur, the other one has magic powers. Guess which is which.

Exactly that - lack of fun, with added rock sucking.

Pluswhich, I really liked the wallet itself. And such a bargain - like, $10 at Marshalls... several months ago in Lawrenceville, NJ, randomly enough. Blergh redux.

Which, you know, all in all, is microscopic on the scale of what's wrong in the this world o' ours, of course, so I can't really get too exercised over it. Easy come, easy go. I just need to channel my inner Buddhist.

at Marshalls... several months ago in Lawrenceville, NJ

My friend who lives there swears by that Marshall's! And actually, I'm going to be out there this week -- I should make her take me.