Archive for September, 2008

September 29, 2008

This post is for the ladies of The View.

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September 25, 2008
Filed Under (Politics, You are really pissing me off) by svana

I am furious.

Sarah Palin and her cronies have pissed me off one too many times for me to continue to be silent. This woman so proudly displays her ignorance and lack of understanding far too much and with far too much arrogance. I will not sit quietly by while this ignoramus, hockey mom, pitbull with lipstick (I apologise to pitbulls) besmirches a gentle path of faith to gain popularity points with the good people of Alaska.

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September 20, 2008
Filed Under (HUH?, Profoundly Disturbing) by svana

I’m not sure how to feel about social networking sites like MySpace and Facebook. About 7 months ago I came across the Megan Meier story, and my heart broke.

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September 17, 2008
Filed Under (Good Times) by svana

I like online games.

There are some that are all consuming. Live 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, all year long, worldwide. The most enjoyable one that I have ever encountered is OGame. OGame is a text-based, resource-management and space-war themed online browser game with over two million accounts, which should be called OCrack. It is 100 % addictive, and pretty darn fun.

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September 15, 2008
Filed Under (Free Hugs) by svana

Monday mornings are almost always the low point of the week for me. The inevitable dread of what might be waiting for me at the office, all the things I forgot at home because I rushed out the door…especially after being off sick for a week.

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September 12, 2008

On September 7th, I lost my husband and child…to Spore.

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September 11, 2008
Filed Under (You are really pissing me off) by svana

Seven years have passed…seven years for us to show we can sustain compassion and understanding.

We failed…utterly and completely.

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September 08, 2008
Filed Under (Good Times) by svana

After 12 years, our house is still under construction. It never really ends, it just seems to get bigger and more involved. I thought if we broke it down into smaller chunks it would be easier to meet some fairly significant goals over the fall months. Personally, I believe that a bundle of dynamite in the basement would make me happiest because this house has a hate-on for me.

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September 07, 2008
Filed Under (Good Times) by svana

I decided to go see one of my favourite retailers.

I was running low on incense, candles and a bit of laughter. I needed a trip to The Mystic Bookshop, more for my heart, rather that the sundries that my cabinet was low on.

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September 04, 2008
Filed Under (Good Times, The Happy Sad Things) by svana

Before becoming a parent, I really didn’t get the whole “back to school” thing. Why on earth would parents get teary eyed and hyper because their children went back to school? The shopping, haircuts and the dreaded First Day of School.

My daughter’s first day of Kindergarten was filled with elation and joy. She was thrilled to be going to school…how long could that last, I wondered. Every day was met with the same excitement for learning. I’ll admit, we started building it up in late August with the new stuff for school. The pristine Pooh Bear pencil case filled with new pencils, erasers, pencil crayons and wax crayons…all very carefully chosen for their various merits by my daughter. The running shoes that lit up whenever her feet touched the ground, as I was told then…”it will help me see where I’m going”. Weak as I am against her charm…I buckled. I became one of those parents. I did, however, draw the line at the faux fur coat that caught her eye. At least there was some hope for me. Last, but certainly not least…the back pack. The Bear in the Big Blue House won out over Blues Clues, for which I am profoundly grateful. At least her choice showed she had a sense of humour, rather than a conformist sheep seeking clues because of a blue dog with a speech impediment.

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