I found that the biggest thing that helped us bring ours was to hang them, very visibly, in our front entryway. That way, we see them every time we leave, and are much less likely to forget them!

Got any pics of your bags? I'd love to see them!

Maybe I'll memorize this one...

... that I don't know already... science? politics? history? language? what you had for dinner?

Here's mine:

In Stuttgart, Germany, there's a really cool restaurant called Cafe 44. They make great salads, with corn in them. You should look them up if you're ever there.

You?

Dear Lindsay,

It's coming down to the wire. During the past 48 hours our campaign has grown to over 2,520 contributors. We only need 480 more to reach our goal of 3,000 by the first filing deadline, March 31.

Take us over the top:

https://secure.nedlamont.com/page/contribu...

We can make a stand right now and show that this campaign is here to stay. Our challenge is to demonstrate we have the fortitude and drive to win, but we only have one day left.

https://secure.nedlamont.com/page/contribu...

Please forward this email to friends and family who care about the future of our country, and ask them to contribute.

Your support now will make the difference in August.

Thank you,

Ned Lamont


Help give Lieberman the boot!!

So, our "front" neighbors, the ones whose house you can see right in front of our house and right on our driveway, and the ones across the street in the yellow house:


You can't see it in that pic, but the green-house neighbors have a habit of leaving all of their garbage all over their backyard/side yard, where it blows into our driveway. They also don't seem to feel it necessary to teach their kids not to leave stuff in our driveway, so probably once a week I have to stop as I'm getting ready to pull into the driveway to move a wagon/sled/rollerskates/whatever. Usually, I just do it and don't care. Today, there was a "short" skateboard (maybe 12" long?) in the driveway, in the middle... instead of moving it, I just drove with my tires on either side, pulled in. Didn't touch the skateboard. I'm getting out of the car and I hear from across the street (from a dude who's probably... 18? 20?)

Guy: You want to buy a new skateboard?
Me: I didn't even touch it; it's not broken!
Guy: What, so you're just going to drive over it?!
Me: Well, maybe you should stop leaving stuff in my driveway!
Guy: Who the fuck are you?
Me: Um, I own this house... (probably shouldn't have said that, in retrospect)
Guy: Well you just watch your fucking van. Watch your fucking van.

And then the woman he was getting into the car with said something to him to the effect of "calm down," and they went zooming off... and then I got my daughter out of the car and came in the house and cried, because I hate conflict, and I hate feeling scared at my own house. I mean, the van is the van, they wanna smash it, I'll call the cops, and it's probably all talk anyway, but.... oy. And I can't even tell between the yellow house and the green house who actually lives where (probably 15 different people back and forth between the two all the time), so I have no idea who the guy was that actually did all the yelling at me.

Oh, and we went to a friend's house tonight for dinner, and I was telling her about it a little, and my daughter (3.5) says to her "yeah, there was a fucking skateboard in the driveway," all nonchalant. and at the same time!

I. Hate. Conflict.

Welcome to the insanity, dude

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7...



Well, what else is there to say?

I was going through a whole pile of old pics tonight, just for the hell of it, and had the thought: anyone looking back on them would not get an accurate view on my life. There I am, smiling in most of the pics there are of me from high school/college... where are the pics of the tears, the anguish, the guilt, the drama, the pain? Someone should have taken some of those, not just the happy pics. What a weird thing, that is. A view into a life that wasn't really what it looked like, from those pictures.

I guess I'm feeling rambly tonight, and I just wanted to share. You ever get like that when you look at old pics?

Even when I'm only reading a little and not posting much, anywhere else I go on the internets, I see "news" that I read two days ago on DU! And things that get posted to my other board I'm on regularly almost always have already been discussed here

That is all.

What do *you* love about DU?

I think everyone should see this pic of my cute, smart, sexy husband! *grin*

In the last week? In the spirit of my SMILE threads, cheer me and you up by telling me about the best thing in your past week!

Mine: I finally got the promotion I've been waiting on, last Thursday

and

Saturday night, I got to dance with Briarius a whole lot, which doesn't happen often anymore!

You?

"A group of lizards is called 'lounge.'"

Now I get it A lounge of lizards. Well, color me brilliant.

Oh, and in Kansas, it is illegal to shoot rabbits from a motorboat. Talk about ambiguously written laws...

Boots? Check. Fleece pants? Check. 4 layers of shirt/sweatshirt/coat? Check. Ballcap? Check. Fuzzy hat? Check. Gloves? Check. Scarf? Check. Insanity? Check. It was lovely out.


Pic out the back of the house, and one out the front:




It thundered during our snowstorm today... Freakin' weird New England weather!

I'm not usually one to cross-post, or link to other forums, but damn. This is so heartbreaking, but speaks volumes, so I'm going to post the link to it....
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discu...