tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112339472024-03-13T07:43:14.132-05:00Broken BindingsWhere I share my attempts to protect my sanity by reading (and re-reading) in the garageBroken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1157974514130197942006-09-11T06:29:00.000-05:002006-09-11T06:35:14.470-05:00twin towers<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16575792@N00/43145835/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/43145835_60b2f70622_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16575792@N00/43145835/">twin towers</a> <br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/16575792@N00/">Broken Bindings</a>.</span><br clear="all" /><p>how can it be five years?</p>Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1153669267905498842006-07-23T10:39:00.000-05:002006-07-23T10:41:25.480-05:00check out new 'Zoomr" photo sharing site.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"width:1024p<div style=x;text-align:right;"><a href="http://beta.zooomr.com/photos/14618@Z01/91408/" title="Zooomr :: Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/a4b9330583e422be194bdbf13b214b84ab7306d6.jpg" width="1024" height="819" alt="DSCF0455" border="0" style="border:1px solid #000;" /></a><span style="float:left;">DSCF0455</span> Hosted on <strong>Zooom<span style="color:#9EAE15;">r</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br />Yes, I am back, difficult times lately, but almost all of us are recovering. Talk more laterBroken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1145450640446747762006-04-19T07:26:00.000-05:002006-04-19T07:44:00.463-05:00Optically ChallengedI really was NOT complaining during my last post, just summarizing only SOME of the crazy/sad/scary things going on around here lately, but the Gods of ' Oh yes it can be worse' didn't understand. First, three weeks ago, I got slammed with a five-day bout of vertigo. Yech. Then, after that cleared, and I dared to think I was health-wise in the clear, I woke up one morning nearly blind in my right eye, and a little askew in my left. It's called optic neuritis, and it is a VERY common MS symptom. Essentialy, the fore-mentioned Gods thought they would spice things up for me.<br /><br />Again, to any Gods who may be listening, I am NOT complaining. I can walk, talk, and to all intents and purposes, I am otherwise fine. I refused my neuro's suggestion of entering the hospital for three days to be given steroids via IV, and really just needed to take a few weeks on the slow side. I couldn't drive for a while, and I have been wearing polarized lenses to stave off the pain caused by light sensitivity, but all-in-all it has been doable. Don't ask my mom or sis, or the Brit hubby, by the way because they will surely lie and tell you I was a sniveling, cursing, cranky, frightened mess. So not true.<br /> <br />One thing I did have a problem with however. I could NOT READ. I was like a junkie going throgh withdrawl. You know the saying " You don't know what you've got until it's gone?" Well, yeah. GAH<br /><br />Anyway, long story short, I am now reading in short bursts, and still styling with the Bono-type shades on all of the time, but you would not believe the bloglines queue I need to catch up on. I have 49 feeds, and most have about 6 or 7 entries remaining for me to read. One of my faves, however, has 26. Really. <br />Yeah, I'll get there. And I can't wait.Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1144164268601484562006-04-04T09:24:00.000-05:002006-04-04T10:24:28.620-05:00the broken stuffEvery time I have the temerity to state, aloud or just in my head, "ENOUGH", life just keeps getting rougher. I love my life, my family, and my friends. They collectively are the only things keeping me from losing it completely lately.<br /><br />In October 2003, my life decided to become one great big roller-coaster. On the same day, my Grandfather entered the hospital after collapsing on a cruise ship while away with my parents, and needed a cardiac velve replacement and my dear BritHubby got in a horrible motorcycle accident while riding in North Carolina. I live in New Jersey. Ahem.<br /><br />Two days later, my dear,dear Dad and I drove down to Asheville, NC together to collect the hubby and dispose of his beloved bike. A probably very nice lady had decided that she NEEDED to turn left into a parking lot, directly into his pathe. He managed to avoid crossing the double yellow, nailing a tree, or dumping the bike, therefore managed to stay alive, still covered with real skin, and only broke his leg while t-boning her car and cruishing his leg between the bike and her door post. Several pins, rods, and stitches later, he was ready to come home. The warmth and caring shown by the Surgeon, hospital staff, and the group he was on the sponsored ride with will never be forgotten. Neither will the circle of support we received from The Bookworm's teachers and our friends. My parents and my sis took the cake, however. They moved in alternately, helping me cook, clean, change dressings, and distract my kids. I so love them. <br /><br />My <a href="http://captainstinkypants.blogspot.com">sis</a> was finally pregnant, after trying for several years, and seemed to be doing well. Suddenly, she found herself in the hospital having developed alarming signs of very early labor. The lil guy was due in February, but after many many inconclusive tests and lots of failed attempyts at keeping him in, the munchkin was born on December 16, 2003. He was two pounds, 8 ounces. No kidding.<br />I kept finding myself thinking thins like, "hey, it could be worse." And it could.<br /><br />Many many other medical disasters occurred frequently since then, all non-life threatening and fixable, for the most part. My kids have had their share, but nearly everyone is on the mend. I kept plugging along, avoiding somehow, massive MS flare-ups from the stress.<br /><br />Until now.<br /><br />6 weeks ago, my dear dear brother-in-law found a big lump in his neck. After constant reassuring from docs that he was fine, the biopsy came back positive for malignant melanoma, which means it is already spreading. Just when we heard it seemed not to have spread beyong the one set of lymph nodes and was treateble with interferons, and had started to breathe again, his surgeon called him in again to tell him in essence "whoops, I missed something.:<br /><br />He has four tumors in his brain. Malignant melanoma mobed from his skin, to his lymph system and then to his brain. In essence he has a 13% chance of surviving 5 years. <br /><br />He is 44. And is one of the most caring, loving fathers to two pre-teen boys I know. And we love him. I can't type anymore. I feel so helpless. I have no idea what to say to him, or what to do.Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1143809699816502592006-03-31T07:54:00.000-05:002006-03-31T07:55:00.863-05:00Pretty cool logo<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16575792@N00/120709612/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/120709612_93ff8f377d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16575792@N00/120709612/">walk_logo</a> <br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/16575792@N00/">Broken Bindings</a>.</span><br clear="all" /><p>I am also selling 'sneaker'decals, a buck apiece,which will be posted on our "Wall of Fame" with donor's name.</p>Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1143747451474733932006-03-30T14:32:00.000-05:002006-03-30T14:38:29.400-05:00Join my Team!Many of you know I have Multiple Sclerosis. Again this year, some of my very best buds, my girls, the Hubby and I are rockin' the MSWalk.Click <a href="http://www.nationalmssociety.org/NJM/personal/default.asp?pa=40909125&pd=NJM0EWLK20060423BEL">here</a> to visit my team page and sponsor me!<br /><br /><br />April 23, 2006.<br /><br /><br />Thanks in Advance! SmoochesBroken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1143642436770116062006-03-29T09:26:00.001-05:002006-03-29T09:39:34.346-05:00Broke, broken, and heartbrokenHonestly, there is just SO.MUCH bad stuff going on around here lately, I hesitate to write about it. I hesitate to even think about most of it. I am fine, well mostly, and my IMMEDIATE family is fine (thankgodknockwood) but so much other stuff is going on my head can't stop spinning. <br /><br />Trying to just breathe lately. Forgive me. Be back soon, if intermittently.<br /><br /><br />In the meantime, <a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4776181634656145640">this</a> just made me smile, for 5 minutes. it's woth a look y'all. Make sure your volume is up.Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1141821297190961752006-03-08T07:32:00.000-05:002006-03-08T07:43:42.153-05:00the biggest chuckle from my morning's reading...<a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4784482.stm"> A large spherical object appeared in my peripheral vision which on closer inspection proved to be one of Pamela Anderson's breasts.<br /><br />I received a refill of champagne just as Elton clambered on to the stage to belt out "Rocket Man" and afterwards I shook his hand.<br /><br />It was at about this point that I realised that in all the excitement I had completely forgotten the reason I came: to network and try to get an acting gig in Hollywood.</a>Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1141741137984375352006-03-07T09:16:00.000-05:002006-03-07T09:18:57.986-05:00WHEWSome how, I tried to edit one LITTLE thing in my template, and screwed EVERYTHING up!<br /><br />wouldn't post any entries, couldn't read or answer comments ( but I read them in email, thanks everyone)<br /><br />my lil sis suggested I try switching templates to get rid of my eggregious errors, and TA DAH!<br /><br />I seem to be back.<br /><br />Thanks Stinkymom.Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1136140310172922552006-01-01T13:26:00.000-05:002006-01-01T13:31:50.193-05:00Lost in translationI am aware that the promised update is not up yet, but I <span style="font-style:italic;">must</span> exonerate the bookworm immediately.<br /><br />On Thursday, my sweet six year old told her aunt a joke she supposedly was told by her sister:<br /><br />Why did the pig follow the chicken across the road?<br /><br />answer? HE WANTED SEX<br /><br />I was furious. How could my angelic seeming Bookworm tell her little sis such a dirty joke? Where did she hear it? I could not WAIT to get her home from Grandma's house to castigate her. HOW DARE SHE right?<br /><br />After much confusion and righteous indignation, I finally got the <span style="font-style:italic;">real</span> joke out of her.<br /><br /><br /><br />Why did the chicken follow the piggyBANK across the road?<br /><br />the real answer?<br /><br />He wanted CENTSBroken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1135965893818264562005-12-30T13:04:00.000-05:002005-12-30T13:06:57.213-05:00At the turning of the year, will my life stop spinning out of control?Crazy, crazy life here. It's all mostly good, but I need to catch up, sum up, update, and such. Thank you all for the emails and comments checking on me, we are okay. I have been lurking around on your sites too.<br /><br />Another update soon. SmoochesBroken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1130157851778414162005-10-24T07:21:00.000-05:002005-10-24T07:53:25.606-05:00Don't Stop Me NowEarworm number 347, courtesy of <span style="font-style: italic;">QUEEN </span>and last night's entertainment on TLC.<br /><br />The show was called "The Boy Whose Skin Fell Off." I had no idea that I was soon to become a blubbering blob of jello on the couch.<br /><br />As the show opened, a rather high-pitched voice began introducing the pictures, of a stange-looking boy in a wheelchair. He wore bandages all the way down his arms, covering oddly-shaped stumps at the ends, a constant hat, and a bemused expression on his face. His little voice sounded so sweet. Pre-pubescent even. Then I listened as it was revealed that this sweet little boy was 36 years old, and had been suffering since <span style="font-style: italic;">before birth</span> with a disease I haven't checked the spelling on yet, called EB, which caused his current terminal skin cancer, and he was planning his own funeral.<br /><br />This show was more than one of those "look at poor me who suffers while you smug innocents look on" types. He narrated his own death. This man suffered, really really suffered, his entire life, from a genetic skin disorder that kept his skin from ' binding' to his body properly. The first tears came while his mum talked about how difficult emotionally it was to try to cuddle him as a newborn, knowing that EVERY TIME she TOUCHED him, his skin would blister horribly, and painfully. Nearly every day, his body was 75% covered in bandages. Horrendous, constant pain. He was born with NO SKIN covering one of his legs from the knee down, presumably from friction in utero.<br /><br />And Yet, no pity party for Mr Kennedy. All of Alnwick, England, was invited to celebrate life with him. The sense of humor was immense. I laughed mightily as an English Starlet, spokesperson for the UK Charity, DEbRA, started crying whilst talking to him, and after she left to get him his autographed picture, he turned to the camera, grinned mischeviously, made a 'chalk one up for me' sign in the air, and chuckled. He also mentioned, as an aside, that he could see right down her shirt as she had leant down to hug him.<br /><br />The earworm came, and WILL.NOT. LEAVE. His funeral was completely planned out. He chose his coffin carefully, made sure it was carved with tigers on the side, and an image of a can of Heinz57 beans. Why? So people would look at each other at the funeral and wonder "Why the beans?" He figured they would have something to talk about then.<br /><br />Near the end, I began sobbing as the camera closed in on his mum, as she was mouthing the words to his chosen funereal soundtrack: Don't Stop Me Now by Queen. His favorite song. She lip-synched along through her tears. And then I could no longer see the screen.<br /><br />I'm having such a good time. I'm havin' a ball.Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1128183252931174952005-10-01T10:47:00.000-05:002005-10-01T11:18:15.160-05:00List of banned books - why people, why?<ol type="1"> <li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Scary Stories (Series) by Alvin Schwartz</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Daddy’s Roommate by Michael Willhoite</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> - read this one<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain - <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">own this one</span><br /></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck - <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">read in high school</span><br /></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Harry Potter (Series) by J.K. Rowling- <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">own all of them so far, several copies so Bookworm, hubby and I don't fight over them</span><br /></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Forever by Judy Blume - <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">read it</span><br /></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson - <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">no, but the bookworm did a project on it last year, fifth grade, an assigned book</span><br /></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Alice (Series) by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">My Brother Sam is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger- <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">read it</span><br /></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Giver by Lois Lowry</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">It’s Perfectly Normal by Robie Harris</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Goosebumps (Series) by R.L. Stine</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Color Purple by Alice Walker- <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">own it, and the movie, but the book is better</span><br /></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Sex by Madonna- <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">perused it once at B&N</span><br /></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Earth’s Children (Series) by Jean M. Auel-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">own Clan of the Cave Bear, read the others<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">-read it as a kid and re-read it when the bookwork took it out of the library<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Go Ask Alice by Anonymous-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">read it<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Fallen Angels by Walter Dean Myers</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Stupids (Series) by Harry Allard</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Witches by Roald Dahl<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">- read it to the bookworm after she saw the movie<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The New Joy of Gay Sex by Charles Silverstein</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Anastasia Krupnik (Series) by Lois Lowry</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Goats by Brock Cole</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Kaffir Boy by Mark Mathabane</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Blubber by Judy Blume- <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">read it</span><br /></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We All Fall Down by Robert Cormier</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Final Exit by Derek Humphry</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">read it<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">bookworm owns the series<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">read it<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Girls: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Daughters by Lynda Madaras</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">read it<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Beloved by Toni Morrison-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">own it<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">read it in grade school<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Pigman by Paul Zindel-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">also read in grade school<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Bumps in the Night by Harry Allard</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Deenie by Judy Blume</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">assigned book in high school<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Annie on my Mind by Nancy Garden</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Boy Who Lost His Face by Louis Sachar</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Cross Your Fingers, Spit in Your Hat by Alvin Schwartz</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">own it, and several others as the bookworm loves them<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Brave New World by Aldous Huxley-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">read it<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by A.N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice)</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Asking About Sex and Growing Up by Joanna Cole</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Cujo by Stephen King-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">own it<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">third grade teacher read a chapter a day to us, and we loved it.....I now own it<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Anarchist Cookbook by William Powell</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Boys and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Ordinary People by Judith Guest-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">read it<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Boys: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Sons by Lynda Madaras</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">assigned book in grade school<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Crazy Lady by Jane Conly</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Athletic Shorts by Chris Crutcher</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Fade by Robert Cormier</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Guess What? by Mem Fox</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende- <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">read it, and own this and several ofthers, Allende is a fabulous writer</span><br /></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline Cooney-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">bookworm read it<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">-read it<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Lord of the Flies by William Golding-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">read in jr high, was assigned but we all loved it<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Native Son by Richard Wright</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Women on Top: How Real Life Has Changed Women’s Fantasies by Nancy Friday</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Curses, Hexes and Spells by Daniel Cohen</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Jack by A.M. Homes</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo A. Anaya</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Where Did I Come From? by Peter Mayle</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Carrie by Stephen King-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">own it<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Arizona Kid by Ron Koertge</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Family Secrets by Norma Klein</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Mommy Laid An Egg by Babette Cole</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Dead Zone by Stephen King<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">-own it, love the movie, love the TV series with Anthony Michael Hall even more<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">own it<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Always Running by Luis Rodriguez</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Private Parts by Howard Stern</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Where’s Waldo? by Martin Hanford-<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">huh? banned? COME ON...<br /> </span></span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Little Black Sambo by Helen Bannerman</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Running Loose by Chris Crutcher</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Sex Education by Jenny Davis</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Drowning of Stephen Jones by Bette Greene</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Girls and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">View from the Cherry Tree by Willo Davis Roberts</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Keatley Snyder</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">The Terrorist by Caroline Cooney</span></b></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Jump Ship to Freedom by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier</span></b></span></li> </ol> <hr /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">I saw this posted over at Doc Ern's place, and could not believe how many GREAT books have been banned. Some of the other titles are familiar but to be honest, I read so much I am not really sure whether I have read some or not, so I left those blank.<br /><br />Who decides to ban some of these wonderful books? Have any of these people ever actually <span style="font-style: italic;">read</span> the books they want to ban?<br /><br />Kid across the street actually told the bookworm that we must not be ' good christians' because we like the </span>Harry Potter<span style="font-weight: bold;"> series. Oh well, chalk up another parenting failure for that one. <span style="font-style: italic;">Please, people.</span></span>Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1126613605579254492005-09-13T07:03:00.000-05:002005-09-13T07:13:25.590-05:00Can't Do It<span style="font-size:85%;">I sit here, ruminating on all of the STUFF that has been going on in the Broken houshold the last few months. All summer, either here, or in my in-law's house in Wales, I have found myself thinking 'I should blog this....' quite often. Then, as I sit to write<br /><br />I can't do it<br /><br />not without getting completely jammed up thinking about that Hussy Katrina, and the devastation she, and the government, have wreaked on our nation.<br />Many, many more eloquent bloggers have covered this happening much better than I can. Please go check out Amanda and Southern Fried girl's sites, and help out at verzenagain.com, or donate to the fund going at ramdonandodd, or buy a shirt designed by Scotty G. At the very least, DONATE.<br /><br />I can't even think about these last few weeks without becoming a hopeless blubbering mass. I have lost the tiny shred of faith I still had left in my government, but I am overwhelmed by the generosity and caring spirit shown by my fellow citizens.<br /><br />Amanda and Scotty B., Southern Fried Girl and your family, and all of those hurt and displaced by Katrina, you are loved.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1126364441524030192005-09-10T09:56:00.000-05:002005-09-10T10:33:19.780-05:00Is this thing on?Hello All of you millions of worshiping readers of Broken Bindings. Guess what?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I GOT A BRANDY-NEW COMPUTER!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">and I really needed one too.<br /><br />The old system was truly old. Being the wife of a programmer/system engineer, you may think that I would live in a technophile/crazy gadget house.<br /><br />WRONG!<br /><br />It's almost like the story of the shoemaker and his wife. Our system was a patched-together frankenstein like creation, barely chugging along. When our <span style="font-style: italic;">very very old</span> previous system no longer suited our needs, we were lucky enough to be given a computer by my mother. She won it in a drawing at her office. Yippee? or not<br /><br />It came with ONLY FLOPPY DRIVES. So, of course my dear hubby simply ordered a cd/rom drive from the manufacturer's web site. Okay so far.....<br /><br />That was seven years ago. Except for one minor memery card upgrade so the bookworm could play a game sent to her by my in-laws, no further upgrades were undertaken.<br /><br />Well, Windows 98 sucks, you all know that, but it was working okay for the most part. We have cable ISP, so things ran pretty fast despite our dinosaur-age apparatus. Then the trojans hit.<br /><br />Suddenly things were <span style="font-style: italic;">dragging. </span>I had no idea what was going on. My hubby realized the problem. In my naivetee, we had no virus/spyware protection. Hence- the next MISERABLE piece of software was installed.<br /><br />The evil N*rton 2003.<br /><br />ICK ICK ICK ICK ICK ICK.<br /><br />It did rid us of viruses and trojans. But evidently, while I zipped along using my computer, the system I thought was protecting me was actually LOADING my hard drives with crap. They had an application called clean sweep that was supposed to help get rid of unneccesary files. Didn't work. To make an already long, long story short, we realized this, and decided to upgrade to the 2005 version.<br /><br />BIG MISTAKE. HUGE<br /><br />My system crashed. 2003 would tell you it was uninstalled, but it really wasn't. The 2005 would not install properly. After screaming, crying, cursing, gnashing of teeth, etc, I gave up. The N*rton web site WOULD NOT HELP ME, because we had clean sweep installed, and it was no longer supported by the EVIL software company. I had no where to go for help, dammit!<br /><br /><br />After complaining, whining, flattering, demanding, screaming, and then finally thretening to withhold sexual favors, I this week FINALLY convinced the dear hubby that it was time for a new computer. Whew!<br /><br />Sleek. Black. Pretty.<br /><br />And FAST! YAY!<br /><br />So, I am back now, if there is anyone still checking here. Good to see you. I have many many entries to make, and will hopefully be updating frequently now that the kiddies are back in school.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1117721049945733792005-06-02T08:48:00.000-05:002005-06-02T09:05:24.033-05:00wow, quietNice, relaxing morning. I don't have anywhere I HAVE to be at in the next couple of hours. What a difference. The Kiddo is sacked out on the floor under her "mennie" (what she calls her blanket, I have no idea why) and I have spent coffee time surfing some of my favorite sites. I solemnly swear that soon, I mean it, soon, I will figure out how to add links on the side, post entries with more than one pic, add links in text (I did it once and can't remeber how) and I will also figure out how to take control of this crazy life. Things will slow down soon, but next week starts the multiple 'end-of-year' extra dance rehearsals, and the Bookworm is graduating elementary school on the 21st. I have parent orientation over at the Middle school tonight, she has two awards/5th grade picnic ceremonies next week, the Kiddo graduates preschool the 15th, my mom's birthday is the 22nd, my mom-in-law's is the ninth, the bookworm's is the 28th, and the recitals (3 of 'em for Bookie) are on the weekend of the 25th.<br /><br />breathe<br /><br />I am not gonna get hyped up now. Gotta take advantage of these quiet times, right? I will leave you with one of my favorites, I often sing it to my lil ones.<br /><br />These are days<br />you'll remember<br />never before, and never since<br />I promise<br />will the whole world be warm as this<br />And as you feel it, you'll know it's true<br />That you<br />are blessed and lucky<br />it's true<br />that you<br />are touched by something that'll grow and bloom<br />in you.<br /><br />"These Are Days"<br />Buck/Merchant<br />10,000 Maniacs-Our Time in EdenBroken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1117636535954905092005-06-01T09:35:00.000-05:002005-06-01T09:44:10.176-05:00Let me 'splain...<a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16575792@N00/16881480/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos12.flickr.com/16881480_911769232a_m.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16575792@N00/16881480/">inigo</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/16575792@N00/">Broken Bindings</a>.</span><br /><p>No, is too much, let me sum up...</p><p> </p><p>(sorry, that movie is a favorite)</p><p>Schedule of the past month, format 'borrowed' from the lovely ladybug</p><p> </p><p>7= times I have watched my nephew</p><p>10= times I have had to either drive ACROSS TOWN to bring stuff Bookworm forgot at home, or drive HER back to school to pick up forgotten homework</p><p>5= extra band rehearsals for music teacher's DEMENTED decision to have 5th graders participate in town-wide 'festival of music'</p><p>1= time I got nearly hopelessly lost following 'map-Iamstupid-quest' directions</p><p>20= rehearsals scheduled for bookworm and kiddo in this month's dance recital still-to come</p><p>4= weekends that have been ENTIRELY taken up by family parties</p><p>6=weeks until I am supposed to schlepp 2 kids and a month's worth of luggage across the ocean to visit my inlaws, the Brit will be staying home for 2 kid-free weeks (so what his boss wants him to work- shut up)</p><p>457= times my head has nearly exploded</p><p>And we still have 3 weeks of school left here.</p>Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1117209690603402802005-05-27T10:49:00.000-05:002005-05-27T11:01:30.616-05:00Fifteen years ago todayI was going to post a mushy, poetic verse here, along with cute pics, to celebrate our anniversary. Flickr is getting a massage, and the craziness that has become our family schedule is still grinding along.<br /><br />But, I do want to take a moment to celebrate that my wonderful, sweet, adorable, and geeky, hubby and I have been married for an unbelievable FIFTEEN years as of today. I was a dumb kid, literally, when we met, and he had no idea how young<em> </em>I was (I WAS legally an adult - shut up) and I realize how lucky we are, to not only have made it this far, and this long, but we actually lived through my growing up some more, two kids, several job changes, many moves, motorcycle accidents (for another post) sometimes devastating illness, and not only do we still love each other, we mostly LIKE each other a lot too. My dear Brit is funny, charming, sweet, caring, and I feel so blessed that I was right, at 19, when I chose him. After all, he <em>did</em> move more than three thousand miles away from his home to meet me.<br /><br />Michael, I love you more than I can say. Thanks for enjoying the ride with me. Here's to a lifetime more. I love you, you geek.Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1116977180349602472005-05-24T18:23:00.000-05:002005-05-24T18:26:20.353-05:00Two words for you<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">MAPQUEST SUCKS</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">that is all.</span></strong>Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1116602879804925652005-05-20T10:27:00.000-05:002005-05-20T10:27:59.816-05:00What a WEEK I'm having!<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16575792@N00/6348033/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/6348033_a02e03cc14_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16575792@N00/6348033/">DSCF0302</a> <br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/16575792@N00/">Broken Bindings</a>.</span><br clear="all" /><p>Okay, maybe not quite that bad, but really, these two adorable creatures have been running me RAGGED this week.<br /><br />On the upside.......no time to be depressed. heh<br /><br />The past 10 days or so have been unbelievably busy. Mostly good stuff, our springtime activities heat up every year, with school band/chorus concerts, the annual dance recital coming up, end-of-year girl scout trips, etc. But come on, 10 days with nothing but driving, packing, unpacking, driving some more, screaming, etc?<br /><br />puhleeeeeeeese gimme a break.<br /><br />Friday, the 13th, Bookworm and I had a sleepover party at our nearby Girl Scout Activity Center. I was NOT looking forward to this, but actually, we had the time of our lives!<br />The party was called "Freaky Friday" and included several troops from the area, each girl bringing an important older female in her life. I got to be the Bookworm's important lady.<br />The evening was chock-full of girly activities like manicure time, making friendship bracelets, creating unique outfits out of construction paper, buttons and bows, and then dragging out the sleeping bags and snuggling up to watch "Freaky Friday" on a huge prejection TV.<br /><br />WE HAD A BLAST!<br /><br />Bookie and I laughed, like we haven't in a loooooooong time, cuddled, crafted, teased, tickled, and hugged, both of us reveling in the mother/daughter alone time. We soooooo needed it. I am amazed at how caring, funny, original, creative, and fun my (gasp) nearly 11-year-old baby has become.It was really, really nice to spend that time with her.<br />The next day, after tackling the 'rope course' at the camp ground, we made our way home. At 1:00<br />At 2:00-<br /><br />Kiddo had to be 20 minutes away at a neighbor's birthday party. I dumped luggage, grabbed the Kiddo, and took off. Thankfully, my very sweet hubby had treated Kiddo to a night out at the Golden Arches, and a trip to Target to get the birthday present, otherwise we would have been VERY late.<br /><br />Meanwhile, said British gentleman assembled our Kiddo's brand-new 15 foot trampoline, which was a birthday present for the lil one, we had promised it to her at her December birthday party and finally delivered.<br /><br />Okay, this is getting too wordy, even for me, heh.<br /><br />To be continued.....<br /><br />I have been reading you all, and missing the interaction. But hey, Spring only comes around once a year, right?<br /><br />Hugs all</p>Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1116427311613649602005-05-18T09:41:00.000-05:002005-05-18T09:43:21.620-05:00Jealousy<a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16575792@N00/14488205/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos12.flickr.com/14488205_6a8a3a17f9_m.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16575792@N00/14488205/">_41147755_portman_pa203</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/16575792@N00/">Broken Bindings</a>.</span><br /><p>How pissed do you think it makes me that this chick can look THIS awesome with NO HAIR!?<br /><br />I want my frizz gone.<br /><br />Crazy, crazy weekend, still running around like a psycho, gotta run now and pick up my nephew and then kiddo, will update later. promise</p>Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1115822693000353622005-05-11T09:29:00.000-05:002005-05-11T09:44:53.050-05:00Great sisters come in sets of threeI have three sisters. Actualy, two of them are my stepsisters, but since our parents have been married now for 25 years, the step part no longer counts.<br />We all gathered Sunday at Sissy's house. She is six weeks younger than me, and constantly reminds me of that fact, by the way. All of the hubbies decided to throw a cookout for the wives, and let Sissy's hubby be in charge of the purchasing. Big mistake.<br />With children, our party was a grand total of 17. Present was my family, 4 of us, all 3 sisters, their hubbies, and my niece and 3 nephews, and my Dad's ex-wife and her 'friend'. My kids call my step-sisters' mom "Grandma Dee" and just consider her another part of our very big family. (My mom is one of 6 kids, my dad is one of 5).<br />We played lots of volleyball, had many shots and mudslides, fabulous salads, hamburgers, hot dogs and grilled pork loin. I was impressed with my bro-in-law's preparations. Until.<br />Until we were packing up to leave, and my bro-in-law started asking for the guys' shares of the cost. He wanted a hundred bucks <em>apiece</em> from each of the hubbies. I handed the Brit the cash, as he NEVER carries enough, but started scratching my head, wondering how he spent over five hundred dollars. We found out.<br />My mom, as usual watching out for her baby chickies, asked how he could have spent that much. The answer?<br /><br />He forget to take out and cook the <strong>three huge london broil steaks</strong>, had purchased 4 cases of beer, 6 cases of soda, 6 different packs of buns, 12 bags of chips that never got opened, 3 'box' wines that are still in his garage, and a box of one <strong>thousand</strong> plates.<br /><br />We paid up and left, but my sister now has to host ALL of our summer parties, and maybe Thankgiving, Chrismas, and New Year's Eve too.<br /><br />I hope all of you mothers out there had a great Mother's day. I have tried to post since Monday, but blogger ate my homework.Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1115231293919373572005-05-04T13:28:00.000-05:002005-05-04T13:28:13.956-05:00Future cosmetologist, doncha know<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16575792@N00/6348028/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/6348028_b0e7f65f6a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16575792@N00/6348028/">DSCF0316</a> <br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/16575792@N00/">Broken Bindings</a>.</span><br clear="all" /><p></p>Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1115231132391737492005-05-04T13:19:00.000-05:002005-05-04T13:25:32.460-05:00heh heh, if she only knew how funny she is...While casually paging through my <em>least favorite catalog</em> just now, Kiddo and I had the following exchange.<br /><br /><strong>Kiddo: </strong>Mommy, all I want is Samantha, Kit, Samanthat's tea party, and ....loook look see dis?<br /><strong>Mean Mommy:</strong> Uh-huh<br /><strong>Kiddo: </strong>'member Kit and Samantha mommy? like Bookworm's best friend has? I want dem. And the tea party. Oh yeah, and the doggie, and there is this 'udder' 'Mercan Girl dolly that comes with the horsie.<br /><strong>Mean Mommy:</strong> Oh, really?<br /><strong>Kiddo:</strong> Yup. That's it. Is it enough, Mommy?Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11233947.post-1115220297883286762005-05-04T10:24:00.000-05:002005-05-04T10:24:57.946-05:00Sometimes they seem like 'bestest friends'<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16575792@N00/12329140/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/12329140_b12f3ba499_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16575792@N00/12329140/">Sometimes they seem like 'bestest friends</a> <br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/16575792@N00/">Broken Bindings</a>.</span><br clear="all" /><p>and at other times....<br /><br />well, sisters will be sisters, ya know?</p>Broken Bindingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519995484256627667noreply@blogger.com1