Easy #34

As Sam and I were grocery shopping for the game today, I noticed other shoppers all stocking up on food for their own bowl parties.  Each basket was different, filled to the brim with a diverse variety of food and beverages.  And it got me thinking.

Tell me...

What are your top 5 snack foods and when was the last time you feasted on one of those items?

Nachos (loaded), popcorn, cottage cheese with mandarine oranges, Lay's potato chips (original), grapes.  Of those, it was the cottage cheese and oranges I had last. 

They are still my favorite colors

Okay, so Seattle lost the game.  Yeah.  But they sure out-played Pittsburgh.  And it was Seattle's best season in franchise history.

Not too shabby.

My favorite colors

GO HAWKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, I've been waiting since 1978 for this moment...and I'm taking it!!!!!





I'll post the Easy question after the game; right now I have food prep to complete. :)

Easy #33 -- Responses

Well, it's been confirmed...in every town across America crazy drivers do seem to congregate on one specific street.  It's like some strange power over takes certain people at certain geographic locations. 

Two people, Christy and Karen, responded in their journals; while three responded in the comment section of my entry

In her journal >Christy< made one thing perfectly clear...she's not in Kansas anymore.  I've always wanted to say that...got my chance twice today, thanks to Christy.  :O

>Karen< recently moved and through that move she was reminded of why she so enjoys the slower pace of life.

Robin's issues with a specific street is a physical thing.

Barb puts things into perspective when it comes to street 'improvements.'

And Sam points out that no matter where you go, driver's will go plumb crazy.

Thanks everyone for your stories.  Now I don't feel so isolated anymore.  :)





~We are not human beings learning to be spiritual; we are spiritual beings learning to be human. -Unknown~~

Thought for the Day - 2/3/2006

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"Every life has a measure of sorrow, and sometimes this is what awakens us."

Men ARE from Mars and Women are from Venus (tee hee)

Boy, my tandem writing assignments never turned out like this!  But if they had, oh what fun I could have had  :)  Hmmm, wonder if this University of Phoenix is the same one flooding the internet with their ads.

 

Here's a prime example of "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" offered by an English professor from the University of Phoenix:

The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth.

Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."

The following was actually turned in by two of his English students:

Rebecca and Gary.

THE STORY:

(first paragraph by Rebecca)

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.

(second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashedout of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

(Rebecca)

He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

(Gary)

Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted, wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty, the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie.

(Rebecca)

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

(Gary)

Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an air-headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!"

(Rebecca)

Idiot.

(Gary)

Brainless.

(Rebecca)

Drop dead - YOU NEANDERTHAL!

(Gary)

Go drink some tea - *beep*.

(TEACHER)

A+ -I really liked this one

Thought for the day 2-1-2006