well I have got more than a bottle of peroxide here, so I will use that on the spots post movers for sure. I'd like to leave the place as odor free as possible.
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Laura, I'm pretty sure that 35 can't really outdo 33/34. That fucking rocked. I think I just don't like the number 35.
Heh, I am so with you there. 33 was tough, because I just didn't like the number. Most of the other 30-numbers were okay, though 39 I have no affection for. 25 and 26 were no good either.
(Mind you, none of this had anything to do with what was actually happening any of those years. With 40 coming around the bend, it's the first time I'm caring about a number other than for how it resonates.)
My great-great-grandfather Zachary S. Walker was born and lived in northern Alabama.
My great-great-grandfather James W. Walker was from Alabama but moved to Tennessee as an adult and served in the Sixth Tennessee.
Happy birthday, Frank!
Ginger, e-mail me his details and I'll see if there is a connection.
DH is looking to pin down a word that describes something that has value beyond intrinsic.
Bob suggests conditional value, instrumental value or final value, but I suspect those are too Kantian for your needs.
Did I miss the "what are folks doing this weekend" call?
Tomorrow we start off with chores, then a group karate class, followed by an hour for the demo team. Home, shower, and the meet up with the dojo rats to see The Last Airbender. Should be a crowd of us - students from 4 different dojos are meeting up. After the movie, there is a pizza party.
Sunday starts with marching in the local Parade. Followed by a nap. In the evening we are meeting up with friends to see an outdoor concert by Firefall and then FIREWORKS.
Monday = sleep.
Happy birthday, Frank!!
Happy Birthday Frank!
I did laundry at my parents' from 2004 to 2007 because driving to work with a basket of dirty laundry in my back seat once a week was WAY better than spelunking down underneath my building to use the laundry room in the basement. I half expected to find "Helter Skelter" written on the door to the ramshackle little bathroom down there, and the one overhead light bulb was always threatening to flicker out and let me stumble around over dirt floors and loose bricks to feel my way back to the stairs.
happy birthday, frank!!
Three things I know I am doing this weekend:
- watching myself on TV
- listening to my mom squee about watching me on TV
- the laundry
I am hoping to add seeing Toy Story 3 to that list.