Stunnned

I feel as though I have been emotionally stunned today in a way that I cannot express at this time. I don't even fully understand it. I'm just stunned.

Whoa... It's paralyzing. I'm terrified, petrified, mortified, stupified by you. Add slightly nauseated.

Stolen Words

Have you ever known someone who is just so beautiful to you? Being in their presence relaxes you. The thought of them makes you smile and lightens your, at times, heavy heart.

Yeah ... that's a special someone.

You truly are.

Main Entry: 1 steal
Pronunciation: 'stEl
Function: verb
Inflected Form(s): stole /'stOl/; sto·len /'stO-l&n/; steal·ing
Etymology: Middle English stelen, from Old English stelan; akin to Old High German stelan to steal
intransitive verb
1 : to take the property of another wrongfully and especially as a habitual or regular practice
2 : to come or go secretly, unobtrusively, gradually, or unexpectedly
3 : to steal or attempt to steal a base
transitive verb
1 a : to take or appropriate without right or leave and with intent to keep or make use of wrongfully <stole a car> b : to take away by force or unjust means <they've stolen our liberty> c : to take surreptitiously or without permission <steal a kiss> d : to appropriate to oneself or beyond one's proper share : make oneself the focus of <steal the show>
2 a : to move, convey, or introduce secretly : SMUGGLE b : to accomplish in a concealed or unobserved manner <steal a visit>
3 a : to seize, gain, or win by trickery, skill, or daring <a basketball player adept at stealing the ball> <stole the election> b of a base runner : to reach (a base) safely solely by running and usually catching the opposing team off guard
- steal·able /'stE-l&-b&l/ adjective
- steal·er noun
- steal a march on : to gain an advantage on unobserved
- steal one's thunder : to grab attention from another especially by anticipating an idea, plan, or presentation; also : to claim credit for another's idea
synonyms STEAL, PILFER, FILCH, PURLOIN mean to take from another without right or without detection. STEAL may apply to any surreptitious taking of something and differs from the other terms by commonly applying to intangibles as well as material things <steal jewels> >stole a look at the gifts>. PILFER implies stealing repeatedly in small amounts <pilfered from his employer>. FILCH adds a suggestion of snatching quickly and surreptitiously <filched an apple from the tray>. PURLOIN stresses removing or carrying off for one's own use or purposes <printed a purloined document>.

Sarcasm

*sigh*

Hey! Hey buddy!

How's it going?

It's... it's going ok how's it going with you?

Oh this is shaping up to be a bee-autiful day hee hee hee yaah...

You're full of... you're full of sarcasm this morning aren't you?

How did you guess Einstein? hehe

I could tell by the.. by the way you pitched your voice.

Do you know what today is?

What?

Sarcastic Wednesday!

Ah!

Didn't you bring your sarcasm?

Yes I did. It's gonna be the best day of the whole year.

There you go.

And everything is going to come up roses today.

Yeah. Another day in paradise.

Yeah today is when the boss brings us all the money and throws it at our feet.

Right the big bags with the big dollar signs on it...

hehe

...that tinkle tinkle tinkle with coinage.

Today is the day that we get promoted and everybody says how much they love us.

Yeah then we'll say stuff like, gee I wonder what surprises await us today in the land of fairies and elves.

Today everybody will love every idea I suggest. I'll say I think we should blow this up.. Good idea... great idea... I love that one. What? boy! You are a genius!

I think boy, I'd rather be in my cubicle than anywhere else in the whole world!

Oh! it's already 5 o'clock I wish we could start the day over, don't you?

Yeah. I love working overtime.

Yeah.

Honey - honey, I can't do anything tonight cause I have to do some extra work for work.

Good job! Are you getting paid for that?

No but it's fun!

That's just what I needed. That's how sick I am!

You know what I love? Hey can you guys stay late? We're gonna get a pizza.Hey great! Whoa! That's wonderful compensation for free work!

We're gonna do large amounts of work just for a slice of pepperoni.

I love Sarcastic Wednesday!

Inferno

Madonna is in the news again. Her company, Maverick Films, is in mediation over the plans to make a movie based on a 1971 experiment, The Stanford Prison Experiment.

FW:HEAR WHAT OPRAH HAD TO SAY ABOUT MEN

• If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.
• If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.
• Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.
• Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.
• Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be.
• Slower is better.
• Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.
• If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends". A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.
• Don't settle.
• If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.
• Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.
• The only person you can control in a relationship is you.
• Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?
• Always have your own set of friends separate from his.
• Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.
• If something bothers you, speak up.
• You cannot change a man's behavior. Change comes from within.
• Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he has more education or in a better job.
• Never let a man define who you are.
• Never borrow someone else's man. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.
• A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.
• All men are NOT dogs!...
• You should not be the one doing all the bending... compromise is two way street.
• You need time to heal between relationships... there is nothing cute about baggage... Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.
• You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you... a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals... look for someone complimentary... not supplementary.
• Dating is fun... even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.
• Never move into his mother's house.
• Never co-sign for a man.
• Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.
• Keep him in your radar but get to know others.

Share this with other women and men (just so they know)... You'll make someone smile, another rethink her/his choices, and another woman prepare, and a man aware.

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Hold On

Everyday... everyday... seems the same...

Oh man... nothing to say...

Everyday... seems the same...

Do you remember Wilson Philips?

I know this pain
Why do lock yourself up in these chains?
No one can change your life except for you
Don't ever let anyone step all over you
Just open your heart and your mind
Is it really fair to feel this way inside?

Some day somebody's gonna make you want to
Turn around and say goodbye
Until then baby are you going to let them
Hold you down and make you cry
Don't you know?
Don't you know things can change
Things'll go your way
If you hold on for one more day
Can you hold on for one more day
Things'll go your way
Hold on for one more day

You could sustain
Or are you comfortable with the pain?
You've got no one to blame for your unhappiness
You got yourself into your own mess
Lettin' your worries pass you by
Don't you think it's worth your time
To change your mind?

Don't you know things can change
Things'll go your way
If you hold on for one more day, yeah
If you hold on
If you hold on
Mmm... If you hold on baby
Won't you tell me now
Hold on for one more day 'cause
It's gonna go your way
Don't you know things can change
Things'll go your way
If you hold on for one more day, yeah
Can't you change it this time

Make up your mind
Hold on hold on
baby hold on... Turn around, just turn around baby
Hold on for one more day, cause
It's gonna go your way...

A Kind Stranger

It was raining as I left the office today. I mentioned that if I had known it was raining, I would have brought my umbrella. It was sitting upstairs in my little cubicle. A nice woman who was walking out said, "that's ok," and she opened her umbrella and held it over us both. We walked out to the parking garage together and talked about the weather. She said that yesterday it was 60 degrees out when she left D.C., which was unseasonably warm. Even today it was warmer than usual because it rained istead of snowed. It was nice.

Museum of Science

Lost Again

Lost was totally awesome last night. I did get a little annoyed by the commercials, so I kept leaving the room and then literally running back in when each commercial break ended. Desmond, Desmond, Desmond... You turned the key to my heart, brotha. And now you're PSYCHIC! That's hot. I'd like to see more Jack, though. And for God's sake do not let Mr. I'm a Complicated Guy Sweetheart Sawyer, a.k.a. James Ford, get away! We've lost too many good characters on that show already! Hm... maybe that's why it's call Lost. *scratches head*

If you like Lost, check out LOSTVIVOR!

There's No Day Like a Snow Day!

Here's the latest news on tomorrow's snow storm from

FOX Eyewitness News

PROVIDENCE, R.I. (AP) -- It's shaping up to be a snowy and windy Valentine's Day.

The National Weather Service says it expects snow to start falling across the state late tonight. The storm could be dumping one to two inches an hour by tomorrow morning.

The weather service has declared a winter weather advisory for much of Rhode Island. It's declared a Winter Storm Warning for towns including Providence, Smithfield and West Greenwich.

It also says there could be damaging winds tomorrow in coastal areas including Newport, Westerly and Block Island. Gusts could reach 60 miles an hour.

Forecasters say the expected snow could mix with or change to rain in some areas during the day tomorrow before turning back to snow in the evening.

Driving is expected to be dangerous and difficult.

It's a Day Early But I Couldn't Resist... Happy Valentine's Day!

Lost Food

Check this out. I am sooo gonna do this in my pantry.

LOST FOOD

Bumper

On the way to work this morning I saw a bumper sticker that read, "is anyone really here."

"Another dumb bumper sticker, " I thought as I headed North on I-95.

I looked around at the highway and the cars in front of me. The traffic merged in and out of lanes as I sqeezed left into the flow of thru-traffic. I saw the inside of my car and my hands on the steering wheel. I felt my hands on the steering wheel and the upholstered seat beneath me. The heater vents, which were directed at my face and chest, provided a steady stream of warm air to the car's interior.

"Yes, I'm really here," I answered silently.

Don't Be Koi

I had a dream last night. I was at my mother's house, and her neighbor Mr. Jones, was there too. We were trying to determine why the drains were stopped and backing up. It seemed as though none of the water would drain from the tub, kitchen sink or washing machine. The water just swished back and forth from one to the other, like from the washing machine into the tub, and back again.

We went into the back yard and lifted a large piece of the lawn up. It peeled right off the ground, like a carpet of grass. Underneath, we discovered a sort of septic tank, but it was more like a buried swimming pool. Aside, that does strike me as funny because as children my brother and I used to call in-ground pools under-ground pools not realizing the mistake.

In the pool were some very large koi fish, about the size of flounder fish. I thought, "that's where my koi went," referring to the gold fish I had in Springfield, but left there when I moved out. There were also some babies in the water. They were dressed, and they came out of the water and sat by the poolside.

I wondered why the koi didn't get any bigger. Someone had once told me that koi fish will grow as large as the tank will allow, so why weren't they 12 feet long instead of just 12 inches? It was a strange dream indeed.

Sometimes my son will wake up in the middle of the night and say, "I had a bad dream." He is half asleep when he says this, and when I try to ask him about his dream, he drifts back into sleep. The next day, he does not mention it. I should help him make a dream journal. I could write down his ideas in the morning. That would be nice.

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I Ain't Rough

This morning I was listening to NPR on the radio. On the program they were discussing the roots of jazz music, particularly "urban" jazz. The cotton club was owned by mobsters. It was a segregated club that was patronized by whites and featured black performers. The club was very succesful up until the crash of Wall Street and the Great Depression. The club was closed due to race riots which supposedly made the establishment unsafe for it's patrons. In conclusion of the program, they played I Ain't Rough, by Louis Armstrong.

Now, I ain't rough,
And I don't bite;
But the woman gets me got to treat me right!
'Cause I'm crazy bout my lovin'
And I must have it all the time;
It takes a brown-skinned woman
To satisfy my mind,
To satisfy my mind.

I am becoming aware of myself. To understand that I am more than just the flesh and bones that make up my body. I am an energy, a force. And it doesn't really have to do with a god, but the concept of god can help to personify the abstract identity that I am thinking of. At least this concept of god or good, which means something different to everyone, got me started in believing in things that I cannot see or touch. I am not the only one with this power. It is within all of us.

Ok. Phew. I'm glad I got that off my chest. Now I have an interesting horoscope for this week, so here it is:

Free Will Astrology
Scorpio

Some people think of me as a pure Californian, marinated in Left Coast politics and raised on New Age memes. But the truth is I spent the first 12 years of my life in the Midwestern heartland, the next six years on the East Coast, then nine years in the South. I'm as mongrel a breed of American as it's possible to be. Though I may bloom with Californian-style eccentricities, my roots are deep in down-to-earth cultural memes. Now I'd like you to do for yourself what I just did, Scorpio, only more so. Remember in detail your origins. Take inventory of the places that have helped make you who you are. Note wryly the differences between what people imagine you to be and what you know you are.

Seasonal Affective Disorder

Wah, Wah, I Have Seasonal Affective Disorder

By Sharon Marcus
January 31, 2007 | Issue 43•05

Hey, everybody, look at me, I'm a tiny little baby who lets winter cold and an hour or two of extra darkness keep me from functioning. Boo-hoo, I've got seasonal affective disorder. All I feel like doing is sitting in my apartment, eating, and going beddy-bye because my hypothalamus can't cope with the decreased amount of daylight.

Boo-hoo, I have fewer melanopsin proteins than regular people.

Poor me, every morning I have trouble getting out of bed because it's still dark outside when I leave for work. The gray clouds and the icy slush and the brutal cold and ever-present darkness remind me of my impending doom. They magnify all my latent fears and feelings of hopelessness. Whine!

I never feel this way when Mr. Sun is shining with all his might. I wish I could slumber all winter like a bear and not even be aware of the gloomy old winter outside and wake up in April when the grass is growing and the trees are budding and the flowers are blooming. Or better yet, I wish I could live in a magical place where it's sunny and warm all year round. Then I could be happy and have fun. But, wah, I can't afford to move, so I'm forced to live in dumb old Des Moines, where the sun dies at 4:49 p.m.

Blubber-blub-blub, I've lost my social and intellectual coping mechanisms necessary to maintain my mental well-being, all because of a neurological condition over which I have no control and was afflicted with by a cruel random accident of biology. Pity poor little me! Every day between January and March is a living nightmare because I'm more psychologically vulnerable to the seasonal tilting of the planetary axis than most people—wah, wah, wah!

Well, at least I have my $300 dawn simulator. As mean Old Man Dark approaches, I stare at it for 30 whole minutes and hope that its bright artificial light will cheer me up. But boo-hoo-hoo, my serotonin levels still aren't increasing. Besides, a dawn simulator is no substitute for wonderful, glorious Mr. Sun.

Where are you, Mr. Sun? I thought you were my friend!

Boo-hoo, I'm just a self-pitying little baby with a clinically diagnosed disorder who just wants to cry all the time or stare into space. My family doesn't understand me. They don't know why I just can't pull myself together. They think I'm crazy when they catch me gazing numbly at the kitchen wall. Sob! I am unable to pick up my 3-year-old and hug her or feel any motherly joy because I lack the sufficient amount of rods and cones in my retinas.

Wahhh! Will Mr. Sun ever come out again? What if he never does? Oh, no! See, because I have seasonal affective disorder, I think about stuff like this all the time. That, and suicide!

Just because it was cloudy outside yesterday, I had a big old panic attack and had to go to the hospital. My husband had to pick me up from the emergency room, and boy was he mad. I think everybody hates me! I feel totally worthless, and that makes my seasonal affective disorder worse! Bawl!

Well, March 21 can't come fast enough. That's the first day of spring! On that day, my energy levels will magically increase because Mr. Sun is positioned above the equator. Soon the days will be longer and the sunlight shinier, and I can finally raise the shades in my bedroom and have friends again and sing and dance and play. I have the date circled on my calendar with a big smiley face saying, "Rise and shine, Sharon! It's spring! Mr. Sun is going to hug you today. You're allowed to laugh for the first time in three whole months!" It'll be the bestest day ever.

But it's still over a month away! And I can't do anything about it but curl up under the covers praying for relief to a cruel God who probably doesn't even exist. Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Poor, poor me!