Jimmy and I are stereotypical high school sweethearts. We began dating in our freshman year and never looked back. We didn't have any of the drama that usually accompanies such long-term setups; we broke up only once, in our sophomore year. It lasted approximately 13 hours. We were engaged just 2 years after graduation.

We've been together for nine years, married now for three. We know each other well, probably as well as you could presume to truly "know" another person. We thought we were ready to have a baby, well-equipped for the challenge. We were sure that we wouldn't encounter all the problems those other couples had - we knew each other better than that (hey, I can hear you laughing. Stop it).

But still, I thought it best to be prepared. In my typical fashion, I prepared by buying books. My favorite was Babyproofing Your Marriage: How to Laugh More, Argue Less, and Communicate Better as Your Family Grows. Despite the atrociously long title, I loved the book for it's humor and easy candor. Mostly useless for us, however, because we would simply not have those problems. (Seriously, your giggles are really distracting).

                                                                                                                             Then Madeline arrived. Suddenly there was a whole new person, a whole new dynamic within the household. We weren't sleeping. My boobs were working overtime, and I was exhausted by it. I was hormonal and frankly crazy.

There was too much to do; the house was never clean. The baby required constant care and attention; the reality of motherhood was far from my hazy daydreams of the three of us cuddling in bed. Suddenly the bed had become a war zone: who got to sleep in? Who got to go to bed first? Who would get up with the baby, and most of all: who got to take the coveted Sunday Nap?

Quickly we fell headfirst into the pit that most new parents succumb to: we turned on each other. We snapped, sniped and swore at each other. We kept score of diapers changed, bottles fed, precious minutes of free time.

I say this in past tense... I would like it to be past tense. It's not, though. It's something that we still struggle with daily. We've toned down the scorekeeping and the Language of Sailors, but what lingers for me is the resentment of a life forever altered.

Let me note - it is a life I love. I adore my baby girl, and I love my role as her mommy. The thought of not having her with me is unspeakable; I cannot remember life before her as having actually happened.

And yet. Forever altered. And I resent it, because there are times when I feel that mine is the only universe in this household that's been rocked.

Last night was the first game of the season for my husband, a varsity football coach. The team had to travel two hours to the game site, a trip that would land him home around midnight. The team won, we chatted, he said that he would be stopping at another coach's house for a quick beer and a debrief. This is common for them and certainly no big deal to me; I told him to have fun and went to bed.

I woke up to Maddie's soft whimpers on the monitor at 3am. My husband was not next to me. Nearly simaltaneously, my cell phone began humming its tune on the bedstand next to me. It was him. "Babe, I left my phone in the car - I'm sorry, I didn't think to call you."

It is, to the record books, a small transgression. But I was instantly flooded with rage and resentment born of the fact that never could I ever do that. I instantly felt all the resentment of the past six months fill my heart: the constant worry, the responsibility, the burden.

In that moment, I felt that I carried it solely. I felt betrayed, forgotten - how could this be, an evening away without a thought of home? I was enraged at how easy it seemingly was for him - the freedom with which he left home, without bags and bottles and aching breasts, a mind constantly wandering and worrying. Without the thought of us.

Today was hard. My husband is a fantastic father, and he's a wonderful husband. Despite this, the struggle continues - the adjustment to a life forever altered, identities changed. We fought throughout the day today, little spats that were just cruel enough to hurt feelings, insults like stones and silence heavy over us, over our hearts. The resentment is hard to dismiss some days, even when the story surrounding it is not even close to the truth of our lives.

"What happened to us?" I cried tonight, a bad made-for-tv line that I hated to hear from my own mouth.

He was holding me, and gently he steered me away from the kitchen table, to the island where Madeline slept in her carseat, unaware. "She did," he said, kissing my forehead. "She did, and we're better for it."

Baby makes three... but it is still up to the original two to continue a marriage, create a family. Some days it is hard, others it is easy. Every day is worth the work.

it was so monumental i had to take a picture. MY SECOND LENS FOR MY ALPHA! ♥ well yeah, i got it in the morning so i was like NO, SCHOOL! ;_; picture day was also today....hm...i dont think i looked all that great because my acne decides to come right when picture day is here. -_- and today was. boring. timed write, quiz, lab, but whatever.

so i've figured this out earlier, but i like cup ramen WAY better than neoguri or whatever other type ramen.

well there's nothing special going on this weekend, though it is labour day. we were supposed to go camping, but the folks called it off because there's supposed to be bad forecast for the weekend...which made the fengs, the leungs, the kus, and us very sad....but there is dodgeball tomorrow night! i might go just to see everyone because i miss church people ;A;

i told myself i'd work hard this to get good grades and to get into a good uni! ...it sometimes seems hard because i always get so intimidated by the other people in my class, but i guess that shouldn't affect me, huh?  well, this weekend i need to:
-play piano (i havent for two months. CRAP)
-do some SAT ( D:)
-hang out with someone. hopefully...
-study for chemistry test ;A;

and i WILL get jimmy and bruce to talk to me openly by the end of this year. jimmy i can probably get, i don tknow about bruce, and definitely not jonathan...i was pretty sad when i wasn't in jimmy or jonathan's lab group today, ha! but that's okay : )

no thoughtful blogging today, guys. sorry!

]]> http://macaylajoadams.wordpress.com/?p=212 Thu, 28 Aug 2008 18:58:11 +0000 Amanda http://macaylajoadams.wordpress.com/?p=212 I'm exhausted. I was up way too late last night and woke up way too early this morning. Laura cried out around 6:05 a.m., but she wasn't actually awake (I checked on her and -- miracle of miracles -- she stayed asleep). She woke up for real at about 6:45 a.m., and I've been blowin' and goin' ever since.

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Decorating space in my new classroom is VERY limited, which is such a ginormous blessing for me. I literally have room for only the essentials that I will use every day all year: calendar, weather bear, number/letter/color/shape of the week, classroom rules, red/yellow/green light behavior chart, and the Stellar Behavior Sticker Chart. That's it. No superfluous decorations that must be changed on a monthly basis. No wasted paper, no wasted time, and no pressure to come up with beaucoups of cutsie decorating ideas that the kids don't give one whit about if they actually happen to notice them. Thank You, Lord!

Last year, I had 4 walls and 2 and half bulletin boards that I had to decorate. The bulletin boards had to be changed monthly (on penalty of my butt being busted verbally by my boss), so I spent an exorbitant amount of time decorating instead of preparing lessons and actually teaching. I also think those bulletin boards were personally responsible for the deaths of at least a dozen trees. Ridiculous. All a waste. Utter waste. And for what? So that the kids and parents would say, "Oh, how cute is that bulletin board!" Did they ever even acknowledge them unless the kids' work was up on it? Nope. Only if JimBob PopTart's work was hung up over his backpack did Mr. & Mrs. PopTart give a whit about the bulletin board.

Can you tell I hate bulletin board decorating? I say, hang up the kids' work and leave it at that. Forget seasonal boards that have to be changed out all of the time. If you're going to do that, then make it a smaller board that will require less paper (waste).

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Laura is seriously teething. Diarrhea and everything. Her canines are the only 4 teeth she has left (aside from her 2-year molars, but it's way too early for those to be appearing), and they are hurting BIG TIME. She's chewing on her fingers, going through teething tablets like they're candy, and even having a dose or two of Motrin or Tylenol every now and then. Her head feels feverish all the time, despite her temperature being a normal 98.3 degrees.

It's so sad. She tries so hard to behave, and she's been in a fabulous mood despite the pain. It's very hard to get onto her when I know that she's so distracted by the pain in her mouth that she can't remember the rules. When she doesn't feel well or when she is tired or hungry, she starts to misbehave. It's the trigger sign for when I know to ask her if she wants food, naptime, or a temperature check. So, when she's digging around in the DVD cabinet or yanking on Big Dog's ears, I know it's because she feels out of sorts inside and is acting out of sorts outside.

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Hunting season is looming just over the horizon. Dove hunting, followed by bow hunting (deer), and then rifle season (again, deer) stretch across the next several months, with my husband disappearing for hours on end to shoot at a bird or a buck. I have absolutely nothing against hunting. I want to have a beautiful buck mounted above my mantle someday (seriously). I even dream of having "the big one" mounted on my wall for all to see the beautiful large mouth bass (or whatever it is he will someday catch) my husband caught out on Lake PopTart.

What I don't like about hunting season is that it becomes that all-consuming hobby my husband thinks about, talks about, shops for, and engages in for months.

Because I'm sure he will end up reading this: Yes, I realize that I get hung up on activities for months on end. I've been hung up on one in particular (writing) for close to a decade now, and I do tend to get pretty invovled in the books I'm reading. I'm guilty, too.

I'm just not interested in hunting. Except from a historical and literary standpoint, I find it to be a very dull subject. Let me restate that: as hunting relates to my novel-writing, I am interested. Beyond that, I really don't care.

The very positive upside: he has a guy activity he can do without ever having to worry about saying to me, "Sorry, honey, it was going to be a guy's hunting trip." No hurting my feelings in regards to not having me join him.

We do have a deal worked out because of the time he will be gone hunting over the next few months. I will have time to myself to write without having to feel guilty about making him watch Laura by himself for hours on end, and I get to go on a weekend antique dish trip with a friend so that I can fill out our Spode china collection a little bit (hopefully with non-Spode dishes that cost less but still look pretty. I'm in it for the dishes, not the monetary value). If you have no idea what I mean by Spode china, recall the blue and white plates the Ingalls used on "Little House". Granted, those were probably not Spode, but it's the style of plate I'm referencing.

(you can skip this if you want...)

First of all, befor anything else, I have to confesss that before I entered the DBSK fandom, I was a die-hard anime fan. My friends called me "the Anime Addict." I specially became obsessed with Detective Conan, and soon discovered the wonders of fan fictions. Through fan fiction authors, I got to really understand the depth of Shinichi Kudo a.k.a Conan's character, his pain, longings, frusrations and regrets. I found it really fun to step into the depths of his mind and see things from his point of view, and I think that is what inspired me to write this poem.

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 This is the picture Conan will be talking about in the poem...

Shinichi Kudo was a 17-year-old famous highly intelligent high school detective who's got it all; rich parents, popularity, obsessed fangirls, budding career, and his best friend Ran who he's secretly inlove with. One day, he runs across the deadly BLACK ORGANIZATION who made him take a poison to kill him. In a twisted turn of events, the poison shrunk him into a 7-year-old instead. Fearing that the organization will kill him and everyone involved with him, he adopts the kid image and hides his real identity. Now, under cover as Conan Edogaoa, kid detective, he's on the hunt to find out and throw to jail those behind the deadly Black organization and find a cure to revert his body back to normal.

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Conan's Midnight Reflections

As I climb up the wooden stairs of your cemented house
Just right after a glass of milk to try to help me douse
the helplessness inside of  me that keeps sleep miles away,
I suddenly hear you call my name and desperately say:

"Please, Shinichi, hurry home. I just miss you too much!"
I peek inside your room and see my picture in your touch.
"I love you and I miss you and I long see your face!
Oh, hi Conan! Can't sleep too, huh? Come here beside my place!"

Despite my said intelligence, I do not know what to say
This isn't just a normal crime that I solve everyday.
I am not even myself in your eyes anyway.
I am so close to you and yet so very far away.

I long to say those three sweet words I yearn to let you know.
But I can't because I'm trapped in a body I hate so.
And so I'm forced to tell you lies and hide behind a mask.
To keep you safe is my responsibility and task.

It hurts me so to see you cry about me every night,
And in the morning act so happy with a smile too bright.
You should know your eyes betray the sadness that you hide.
All I can do is stay and just be always by your side.

There are times when I get tired and want to spill the truth,
But everytime I try, my tongue gets tied, my mouth won't move.
I hate to see you hurt, but if I tell, it could get worse.
I'll hate it more if one day I find out that you're a corpse.

(Sigh) There you go again, crying out my name.
I am right here beside you, but so distant just the same.
I hold you tight and tell you: "Worry not, he'll soon be back."
The irony of leaving you and leaving me behind!

Another day, another lie. When will all these end?
I hide myself behind this mask and in the crowd I blend.
The more I stay trapped in this body, more I lose myself.
The more you wait and cry, then there I go and lie again.

I'm sick and tired of all of these, but then what can I do?
I wish these are nightmares, but then again it's very true.
I cannot wake from reality, this is no dream at all.
You are you, but I'm not me. I've never felt so small.

The distant past when you and I were happy and together
Seems like a distant dream right now, so painful to remember...
I wonder what the future holds for me? For you? For us?
Will it be bright? Will it be clear? Or simply turn to dust?

Back then I beam with pride with you beside me, face to face.
You and I were best of friends, you've kept me in my place.
And tell you what you didn't know, I was inlove with you.
But never got to tell 'cause fate separated us two.

I am here, still inlove, I wish you could just see
How glad I was when you said that you were inlove with me!
But with this cursed poison flowing through my bloody veins,
I cannot tell you what I feel for fear you'll die with me.

My over-confidence betrayed me. Arrogance as well.
Taken in what I can't chew, I couldn't even tell.
I should've minded my own business, or just called for help.
My first encounter with the Black, the only time I failed.

Look at me, Ran, look at me and tell me what you see.
A shrunken child with big eye glasses' all that's left of me.
Ten years of my perfect life has suddenly been erased.
It's due to my own ignorance, so ends the happy days.

Dying would've been better that shrinking ten years back,
Concealing my identity and hiding from the Black,
Hurting everyone I hold so dear and close to me.
If I had died, you wouldn't hut, and They would let you be.

Turn away, Ran, Turn away. I don't want you to see
That the litltle child with big eye glasses' really me.
To you I am a child of seven fit to be your brother.
If you look deeper, you will see the real me, your lover...

I love you so much I could die, Ran, if you only knew
How much it kills my heart to see you cry. What should I do?
"Big sister, worry not. I know that someday he'll come back,"
Is what I say not knowing if it's really even true.

"Have faith, Ran," you tell yourself, "He will come back to you.
You are right, litte Conan, I know that he will too.
I do not care how long it will take, I will wait for him.
Let's go to sleep, now," you tell me and I see your face beam.

I feel so weak and helpless, Ran, but how you make me strong.
My mind and heart gets refreshed 'cause I know you're never wrong.
Someday, we'll be back together, you and me for real.
No more lies and pain, I'll tell you how I really feel.

When I get my freedom back, there's no doubt what I'll do--
Swallow every pride I've got and go straight to you,
Tell you every lies that I've been keeping for so long,
And waste no time to tell you that I've loved you all along!

I won't blame you if you hate me for secrets I have kept.
I'd still be here watching over you as you wake up or sleep.
I won't stop loving you and dreaming 'bout you every night.
Even if you stop loving me, you hold my heart tight.

But if you accept me after the truth is revealed,
I swear I'll never leave again even if I get killed.
No more tears will ever touch your rosy cheeks again.
I'll die for your happiness, I'll do everything I can.

If I can never go back to my old self again...
I hold you to no promises, get back your freedom then.
Love another man, you deserve better than I do.
I won't object, though I'd be really hurt for losing you.

Torment yourself no more, my love, I deserve all that.
Close your eyes and rest tonight, while in my room I sat.
Go to sleep and hope, my love, and dream of us tonight,
For I'll do my best to again hold you in my arms tight.

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Okay, that was exhausting.

Other notes: I really like Ran's character better that any other leading ladies in anime. She's kind and gentle, and at the same time fierce and independent. Oh, and she's a SCARY karate champion. She can kick bad guys' butt in a second!

Oh, yeah!

La manifestazione va in onda in replica con i sottotitoli martedì 23 settembre alle 21.00.

Sally Field agli ultimi Emmy Awards

Le nomination di questa edizione degli Emmy Awards sono state presentate il 17 luglio da Kristin Chenoweth (“Pushing Daisies”) e Neil Patrick Harris (“How I Met Your Mother”), e sono consultabili sul sito.
Tra le tante serie in lizza lanciate da Jimmy si trovano anche “Entourage” e “Curb Your Enthusiasm”.
All’annuale appuntamento con il Gran Gala della televisione made in USA, partecipano vedette internazionali e personaggi noti in tutto il mondo, protagonisti del mondo televisivo e non solo. Durante la cerimonia vengono premiati, per categorie, i migliori programmi dell’anno tra serie, miniserie, film per la Tv ma anche i migliori sceneggiatori, attori e registi.

America Ferrera (Ugly Betty) alla scorsa edizione

www.fiction-tv.it

www.cartoonmag.org

]]> http://myindiaexperience.wordpress.com/?p=143 Tue, 26 Aug 2008 05:12:23 +0000 hjal http://myindiaexperience.wordpress.com/?p=143 Namaste.

Witamy z powrotem. Wkrótce relacja z podróży a tymczasem jedynie trzy małe impresje.

No. 1. Słuchanie "Jimmiego" podczas jazdy rikszą przez ulicę pełną krów nabiera zupełnie nowego wymiaru.

No.2 Właśnei przeczytałem w amerykańskim artykule o fast foodzie " If we are what we eat, then we are not well.". Coż, w Indiach należałoby powiedzieć, że jeśli jesteśmy tym co jemy, to powoli staję się warzywem.

No.3 (Nataliowe) Jeśli chcesz w Indiach mieć prace w której się nie przepracujesz, polecamy sklep mięsny. Obserwowaliśmy przedwczoraj stoisko w supermarkecie - 5 facetów stało i gapiło sie w sufit. Klient raz na pół godziny. Bajka ;)

very eh.

but i have to take school pictures which i think im gonna mess around on but i dunno.

im not worried though. i don't really care.

im prepared. im ready

well

haha i guess.

today was quite mild yet again

turns out those five questions were essay questions. of which 2 essays were desired.

so when i got home i got stuff at the grocery store and dropped off clothes for marek.

then came home and called people about cars.

then did work for the rest of the night basically.

haha and freeballed it to the 99 cents store for a waterbottle and some gum

very mild day today too.

only things to report is that i am seriously considering getting that cop car

that crown victoria

the only thing against it is that there is a good chance that i may end up dreading it

and there are a few other cars that will be better mpg

that will definitely be the safest though.

and for some reason i couldn't find jimmy. although i didn't really search for him.

but i wasn't feeling very guilty after today's good sermon on repentence and the prevention of sin

it was straight from psalms and 2 sam. about david and bathsheeba.

twas good.

he is a really good pastor. hes not theatrical or over dramatic

but very heart felt and real. he preaches from the word and experience and applies it to our relationship and life.

not worth the kids ministry.

that will be cool though.

to get theology this year.

definitely looking forward to that.

this whole christianity thing though is rather strange aint it?

love,

me.

Penat, teruja, happy dan besttt!!!! adalah antara perkataan yang boleh jarey gambarkan sepanjang berlangsungnya show kucing yang julung-julung kali diadakan di Sabah ni..

Tersangat happy bila dapat berjumpa dengan geng-geng Feline Society of Malaysia, terutama En. Nor Arisham, breeder terkenal, Jimmy dengan Maine Coon beliau, Mr. Ben Hsu dari Borneo Cat Club, peminat-peminat kucing, rakan-rakan bloggers, serta kesemua judges-judges yang di jemput, Rod U'ren (Australia), Becky Orlando (USA), Wayne Trevathan (USA) dan Diana Rothermel(USA).

Artikel lengkap dan gambar show akan di post kemudian.. ada banyak nak story nih.. so, tunggguuuuuuu...

sekarang jarey nak tidur..

penat bah! ZZZZZZZZ.........

and i'll list the important things and those

i need to be perfect

as our heavenly father is

matthew 5:48

"therefore, you must be perfect as your heavenly father is"

in doing so i need to ask forgiveness from jimmy

im not sure what to say really. but i have some strange thing on my heart to apologize and repent that i have been critizising him behind his back and thinking negative thoughts

i dunno

and in being perfect

i need discipline.

not self-discipline but godly discipline

because i fail in terms of discipline

and i need to do my best on this talk show thing

i need to get those characters funny

and become a better host personality

i feel the need to

and i need to do good in school

but today was rehearsal

i didn't do that great

i can do better

god can give me the power to

and i realized i don't think about him in the day too much

just at night

but that is starting to change

i did a buncha homework too

hard to keep eyes on god and the american pageant

and went on a walk with kassidy and mom

she is very susceptible to be swayed by the ways of the world

she is not a christian as far as i can see

and really needs to be taught to defend herself cause she will fail as i and kellie did

she already is

so i need to be gentle and loving with her

and not so stern

i lectured her tonight a lot

and sensible things may have come from my mouth

but whats the point if they fall on deaf ears?

love,

me.

In this one, Jimmy and Mr. Tree don't call each other by name. That means, if you're new to Meaningless, this strip will seem EXTREMELY odd, like some kind of experiment in Dada-expressionism.  Maybe that's a good thing.  I do love me some Dada.

It's almost 2:00 am on a Saturday morning. Most people in LA are out doing their thing, partying it up.

I'm drawing a tree talking about doing it with his sap.

Good times, man.

Rausch rippin: It's a keeper.

Jimmy and Rasuch.

Jimmy shreddin.

We have had our share of arguments over the remote, most of them occurring when he walks in and changes the channel from whatever drivel I was taking in (E!). But I was never really able to siphon any of that power for my very own. Maybe it was just a battle I didn't want to fight. But today, Maddie ended the dictatorship with a simple grab & toss manuever. My sweet baby girl is now firmly in control of everything.

Daddy and Maddie had just finished her second morning bottle. She was cuddled in his lap, contentedly snuggling with him as he watched the Olympics. (Again). She was perhaps contemplating a nap - or so he thought. In reality she was plotting against him and his sports.

Suddenly she grabbed for the remote, snatching it up in her chubby little hands. "Hey-" cried Daddy, but his cries were in vain.

Expertly (clumsily) she made her (completely random) precision selection, and the sports were no more. Instantly, Sesame Street appeared on the screen, bright and fun and full of silly voices. Satisfied, she tossed the remote onto the floor, out of Daddy's reach. "What-" he attempted, but her hand was on his face, clutching his lip. Her message was clear, her resolve absolute: This is MY time now.

"Bah! Ah ga bah dah ah GAH!" she gurgled in victory. She giggled and babbled at the characters on screen, and Daddy could do nothing but concede his defeat. So together they finished the last fifteen minutes of Sesame Street.

Afterward, another show came on; the tiny new Ruler of the Remote showed no interest. She was now ready for playtime on the floor, and her humble servant Daddy was right there to engage her. He knew now that really, there was no other choice.

"It was all I had left," he lamented to me over the phone.

We know now who is the boss of our house. Her name is Madeline, but you may call her ma'am.

Suckers.

Here is James Stewart’s appearance on the popular US game show What’s My Line? This particular episode dates from 10^th November 1963. The idea behind the show was for the panel to guess the occupation of the mystery guest by asking simple yes or no question. For every question the panel asked to which the answer was "No" the contestant would gain more points. Each week there would also be a mystery celebrity guest; this is why the panellists in this clip are wearing blindfolds. Enjoy.

The show's popularity was such that the producers were able to arrange an impressive range on celebrity guests for the series. Some, like Jerry Lewis, Peter Cook, Johnny Carson and Groucho Marx, would appear on the panel and try to guess the occupation of the various mystery guests. Others like Stewart would appear as the mystery guest and attempt as best as possible to disguise their, often very famous, voice. The latter category included guests like Alan Alda, Woody Allen, June Allyson, Lucie and Desi Arnaz, Louis Armstrong, Fred Astair and many, many others. In fact those are just a selection of the guests whose last name begins with A!

You can see the trouble Stewart has in disguising his voice here. His after all was perhaps the most recognisable in Hollywood. Never the less I think he does a pretty good job and he gets to show off his comedic side, playing up to his own persona much to the audience’s delight.

To me the most fascinating aspect of this clip is the motion picture Stewart is there to plug, Take Her, She’s Mine in which he plays an overprotective father whose beautiful daughter is heading off to college. In particular he mentions visiting Texas on a promotional visit. Generally Take Her, She’s Mine is not regarded as one of his better vehicles, just a fun throw away comedy, but to me this represents a tangible link to one of my favourite actors. I own a ticket to the premier of the film from that Texas showing! And here it is:

Not much of a connection I know but it does strengthen my belief in the interconnectedness of all things!

I highly recommend seeking out episodes of What’s My Line? as they are often hilarious and a nice alternative to the modern suspense filled game shows we see today.

A slice of lemon helps to get the taste of vomit out of their mouth.

A blanket is their good friend.

Not drinking too much is very wise for your own comfort, but it can be very amusing for the friends who take care of you.

I am so in love with Simon, especially when he is caring for said drunken lark, and being completely himself.

Brooke will be an excellent mother.

So why this post? Well, for weeks the talking heads have guessed who the lucky VP choice would be. Now we know, and the truth still remains - As a Christian, there is only one way to vote this fall.  Please don't make the mistake so many appear to be leaning towards making.