Just wanted to share a pic of the Kitties I took this summer.
Recalling the Past, Living the Present, Anticipating the Future...and everything else in-between



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unique non-biological characteristics we call culture. The subject is generally broken down into three subdisciplines: biological (physical) anthropology, cultural (social) anthropology, and archaeology."
you say "Late Bloomer?!" "Can you say Idiot?!"
non-traditional, and in some other place. Vegas fits that bill, and for anyone who really knows me, they wouldn't expect any different!
Now all I have to do is email the chapel and tell them this is what I want. Apparently, their florist will do the best they can. I'll be curious to see what they come up with!

Lavalife. My motto was: A girl's gotta eat! My nickname is "thegirly1" under relationships. I just checked it out, and funny, my profile is still there! I was 37 at the time! Shhhh...I'm getting married, and I still have a profile!

university. There was this mean German woman named Josie who was the boss-lady. What is it with German women?!
probability that I would screw up their banking! I quit and decided to go to nursing school when I accidently found another tellers paystub and discovered that she was making more money than I. She had been hired after me, and hadn't finished university yet. It was a blessing in disguise. It was also in the days before smoking laws and there was this old woman named Ruth who was head teller and she always had her filter-less Pall Malls smoking away in her ashtray. She'd light one after another. The whole bank reeked of Pall Malls!
water in which to cover myself up. Not the smartest thing I've ever done, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
was bathed by a naked dwarf. With enormous pendulous breasts. This little pic is the actual Hammam I visited
, and an engine was blown.
ter, who is a wonderful person, with bad judgement.
in one building. But especially when I am arriving or departing because that means I get to fly! And flying means I get to travel, and that is my number one favourite thing to do.
When I was in university I spent a couple of summers working at the zoo. I would spend every lunch hour with the Orangutans until by the end of the summer I could tell each one apart. I wonder if
they started to recognize me too?!
Ethnic Food: Middle Eastern
Hits. Don't laugh!



with other peoples guts and blood, and I give needles and start IV's on a regular basis. No problem...just don't do it to me!
I've discovered that I'm not as good at sleeping all day as I used to be. This might be because there is some idiot somewhere above our unit hammering like a mad-man for what seems like hours on end. It sounds like they are pounding on a bathtub, like maybe they are trying to install one, but it doesn't quite fit so they are pounding down the sides to make it fit! I've been a tad short-tempered, but maybe just a bit abrupt. MIL2 called last night to say that 2-4 had called her at work, and Adriana and her BF don't have picture ID to cross into the USA. I didn't really have a response to that. 'Oh. Really.' was all I could muster up. I mean, what could I really do about it? They'll have to get a passport, but why are you telling me? I don't want to know, I have enough to think about right now. MIL2 asked me if I was pissed off at ther. No. Just tired and irritable. (but it was interesting that MIL2 and 2-4 actually spoke on the phone after nearly 20 years! Maybe WWIII won't take place on our Wedding Day, afterall!)