Friday, June 15, 2001


One of my favorite statements in the world has been added to the Oxford English dictionary. (Gosh, I just love saying that word.)

In honor of the occasion, I have made up a new spoof.

Marsey d'oh!-ts and d'oh!-sey d'oh!-ts
And lil' lamsey divey
A kiddley ivey too, wouldn't you? D'oh!

OK, I know exactly how stupid that was, so no flames, please.
Other words added:

duh (another fave of mine)
emoticon :-)
and my fave.....
bad hair day.


Thursday, June 14, 2001


I am trying to add permalinks to my posts. It isn't working though.....So, even though you see the links, they won't link. Until I get it figured out, please link to the main page (if you have the urge to do so, for some odd reason.) Thanks!!

Wednesday, June 13, 2001

My Bad

So, I walked 1.5 miles in 105 degree heat to my job today. It was sweltering....I thought I was gonna die. Literally. Well, I get there, and you know what I found out?


Yes, I know exactly how stupid I am. Sigh. I was really supposed to work tomorrow. Acck. So now I have this headache I can't get rid of, and my neck hurts. Owwie....

I think that in my last post I was being oversimplistic.

See, I live near Oklahoma City, and I will never forget the day of the bombing. It was my sophomore year in high school. I was in biology class, just studying before class as usual, when suddenly the PA system comes on. This strained, almost panicky voice announces, "If anyone has a parent who works in the Alfred P. Murrah federal building in Oklahoma City, please come to the attendence office IMMEDIATELY."
Well, looks were exchanged all over the classroom. My teacher turned on the TV to see what was going on. What I saw chilled me to the depths of my soul. Dead bodies, bloodied faces, crying babies, ambulances lined up and down the street....utter destruction. I was appalled.
Needless to say, the TV was turned on in each of my classes that afternoon.The death toll mounted, and more carnage was shown. Through it all, I remember thinking, "What twisted sicko would do such a thing?"
When I got home, I watched (then) President Clinton make a speech about the bombing. He promised that "justice would be certain, swift, and severe."
Yesterday, part of that promise was carried out when McVeigh was executed. I do feel that McVeigh deserved execution for his crime. However, I was remiss in saying that this whole mess is over.
True, McVeigh's life is over. But for the 168 families who lost loved ones, the hundreds of survivors that have been scarred for life, for a city whose innocence was stolen in a blink of an eye, it will never be over. These people are gone forever, and no execution will ever change that.
McVeigh was unremorseful until the end. He said of the bombing, "That's the nature of the beast." In other words, "Oh, well." He also said that (and this sickens me) he had wanted to scatter his ashes at the Memorial. I think that anyone who tried to pull that would be relieved of his anatomy a la Lorena Bobbit very quickly (if he is lucky).
I know only one thing about all of this. No matter what happens to McVeigh, it's not going to change the fact that 168 people are dead. These families still had to go home at the end of the day and not see their loved ones. They won't get to give them hugs, play with them, ask about their day at work. For these innocent families, it's never over.
McVeigh deserved to be executed. However, the focus should not be on him. Rather, it should be on the families that are still suffering.
May God bless them all.

Monday, June 11, 2001

At Last

Finally, we're finished with this loser.
Sweetie Doll!!!

I got to make a Sweetie Doll today. (Pamela linked it to her site.) Unfortunately, I was unable to copy it to my harddrive, so I don't have a picture. Ah, well...they were all too skinny, anyway. :-)

It was fun, though.

Just when I think that maybe I was wrong to judge Mefi, this proves that I was right all along.

A-list? What's that all about?

Seriously, though. A few people play this well-intentioned game for the purpose of people getting to know them a little bit better, and they are called elitist (and worse!) My question: So what? If people want to have a contest (and a really fun one at that), what's it to you?

At least I am not the only one who ever got picked on in there.

--The "Serious Dork" (don't ask)

P.S. Thanks to Lisa for the link.