Damn!
I thought today, they thought tomorrow. I lose. At least for today. Try it again then.
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A Fistful of Togas
Because I can't make decisions on my own…and I like to share with you guys.
Any thoughts on any of these for the best damn toga party. Ever. ?
Things for This Tuesday – mid 8’s edition
Building my callouses:
- Yeah, I'm dwelling on this one…first circus class (in quite some time) tonight!
- Dude, Kiddo is freaking funny
- The back yard area is looking good
- Requests to assist in news stories and performances (film at 11…if it happens)
- Being excited about something in Miami besides stuff I can't afford
- Ha! Lost another pound
- Fantabulous nookie (TMI? Too bad!)
- 1.5 weeks left of Biology (blecch)
- Steelers def. Eagles (so what if preseason doesn't count)
Rippin' em off:
- Rain and/or hurricanes. Hopefully we'll be spared the latter.
- Realized that 120 isn't a realistic goal for me but a lower body fat percentage is
- My car needs a gasket replaced…booo!
- Way too long till September 7
Backstage jitters:
- Being HAWT (-er. HAHA!)
- Opportunidades
QotD: Go to Your Room!
How were you punished as a child?
In the way children should be punished. My mom tore up some asses. This whole, you can't spank your kids crap is part of the reason that kids have gone freaking wild as far as I'm concerned. Mind you, my dad never (or maybe once) gave us the belt. I guess either mom was the designated bad guy or dad might have been too strong for such stuff.
Once, my mom turned into a ninja. I had neglected to do some cleaning that I had been warned (probably several times) about. Well, MommaShyner called me down to my room. She jumped out from behind the door and proceeded to put the smackdown on me, ninja with a belt style. Yeah, I got punished, but I think that even then, within a day, we were laughing about it.
Ah, the good old days.
