|Many people, if they really knew all the words to the Star-Spangled Banner, would have our anthem changed to Free to Be You And Me.
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The Share Bear:
Sights: The Princess Bride,
Gross Pointe Blank, Monty Python, Say Anything
Sounds: Caedmon's Call, Waterdeep, Jump, Little Children, Peter Gabriel, The Flaming Lips,
Neutral Milk Hotel, Old Blind Dogs, The Jeff Greer Band, Jars of Clay, Jason Mraz, Maroon 5,
Seven Nations, Dog's Eye View, Legendary Pink Dots, the Gin Blossoms, Del Amitri, and tons and tons more...
Authors: C.S. Lewis, Melanie Rawn, Douglas Adams, Chuck Palahniuk, Patricia Wrede, John Steinbeck,
and Stephen Lawhead is rapidly climbing the list...
Interests: Music, reading, writing, singing, and generally being far too solitary for my own
Favorite old romance movie: Breakfast At Tiffany's
Favorite smells: Rain, dirt, snow, fresh-cut grass, baby shampoo, mint, garlic, rosemary, basil... pretty much all herbs, and my boyfriend
Favorite holiday: Canada Day
If I was an animal, I'd be a: Penguin. Or kakapo. Some kind of flightless bird.
Marital status: Duh. Spoken for.
I PROUDLY SUPPORT ISRAEL
Saturday, December 06, 2003
Tender words from everyone's favorite wandering Jew
Glad to see there are like-minded women
Friday, December 05, 2003
Snowflakes that fall on my nose and eyelashes
Yesterday was a very interesting day for me.
Firstly, it snowed. Now, fellow Staffordbamas know that it only ever snows in Stafford during late fall, or early spring: in other words, it snows exacly when it shouldn't. Seeing actual snowflakes in December is far too normal for our little county, let alone snowflakes that actually stick to the ground. I would like snow if it wasn't so cold and wet, but at least the inch and a half that we got looked nice for the few hours it remained, before melting away.
Secondly, through a bizzare turn of events, I actually found two people willing to buy my duct-tape patriotic purse, and a pair of faerie wings. They are, respectively, a woman I met at the grocery store named Chanél, and her friend, King Edward. I have both their phone numbers so hopefully I'll be able to pay off some Christmas debt with that.
Sometimes this town surprises me. I'm not sure if it makes me want to leave as soon as possible, or hold on to it as long as I can. I guess I can always just rest assured in the fact that Virginia is a black hole and I'll end up getting sucked back home eventually. After all, my lover dear already promised me we can retire here.
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
Whew... how long was I in that turkey coma?
Share Bear's back, after a long and enjoyable holiday. "Why was it so enjoyable?", you may ask. Well, because this is my favorite time of year. An excuse to be around family and loved ones, sing Christmas / Hannukah songs at the top of your lungs when driving down the highway (and don't look at me like that. Yes, I do sing the dreidle song when I'm driving down 95.), and just generally enjoy the spirit of the season. Such a shame I hate snow, and cold, and wind, and having to wear more than two layers of clothing, eh?
Luckily, I'm theeeeeeeeees
close to finishing Christmas shopping. I know, I know, it's only Decembre 3rd, but I like to get a jump on these things. No late Lindy me, no sir! But once again I'm seeing how shopping for the ones you care most about is always the hardest. You know them so well, yet you can't think of a single thing that would be just "perfect". All you can think of is the look on their face when they unwrap that special something, that one thing that took you absolutely hours
to find, that you looked high and low and to the farthest reaches of the mall for, fighting through seas and pounding waves of Christmas mothers (you know the type. They're even scarier than soccer moms.), to find that one shiny gift that they'll treasure forever.
Yeah... I hate having to shop for my cat.