Friday, December 30, 2005
Big Brother Bush
Big Brother Bush: "Of course, they tell us we have to be spied on for our own safety, so they can catch the terrorists who threaten us all. Thirty-five years ago, they nabbed a film star named Jean Seberg and a bunch of people running a free breakfast program for poor kids in Chicago. This time, they're onto the Quakers. We are not safer. "
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
ARMedia: RIP
ARMedia: RIP
CRITIC-AT-LARGE KEEPING HER EYE ON ARKANSAS MEDIA FOR YOU. OR ANOTHER JERK WITH A DIAL-UP CONNECTION TRYING TO BRING.THE.FUN.AND.INCREASE.THE.AWESOME. OR A 2005 SAY MACINTOSH. HANGING AROUND ON THE CROSS WHEN I'M NOT PUTTING FLIERS ON YOUR CAR WHILE YOU'RE IN CHURCH OR CLOCKING YOU ON LOCAL TELEVISION. *NOW WITH A SIDE OF MY SWEET, SWEET POTATO PIE* GIRLARKANSAS@GMAIL.COM
CRITIC-AT-LARGE KEEPING HER EYE ON ARKANSAS MEDIA FOR YOU. OR ANOTHER JERK WITH A DIAL-UP CONNECTION TRYING TO BRING.THE.FUN.AND.INCREASE.THE.AWESOME. OR A 2005 SAY MACINTOSH. HANGING AROUND ON THE CROSS WHEN I'M NOT PUTTING FLIERS ON YOUR CAR WHILE YOU'RE IN CHURCH OR CLOCKING YOU ON LOCAL TELEVISION. *NOW WITH A SIDE OF MY SWEET, SWEET POTATO PIE* GIRLARKANSAS@GMAIL.COM
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Christmas 2005
Christmas was going along fine until my parents got involved. While my husband was picking them at their home he bundled them into the car when he noticed that the porch light was not on and it would be quite dark when he brought them home. He asked if it was locked and my father muttered “Oh shit.” Apparently he had locked the door, but he had left the keys somewhere within the house. They trundled off to the realtor’s home down the street and asked if she had a key. No, but she would call Lester to see if he had a key. Lester, as described by my mother, is a Christian who actually lives up to the word. Lester thought he would look around and call us at our house.
Remember this is all on Christmas day.
To be continued…
Remember this is all on Christmas day.
To be continued…
A New Blogging Adventure
I think that I am officially leaving Xanga for Blogger. It isn't anything personal, but I want a space that isn't comprised of teenagers. I like teenagers, but I find myself self editing my posts based on what they might be reading. So, what will this blog be? Probably another lame excuse for me to write boring tidbits on my life... or will it...
Friday, June 24, 2005
someting new
who: a mom who splits her time between teenagers/zeppelin dog/super goodman/running a nonprofit/and figuring out how to live in small town
what: thoughts about running amuck
when: whenever i feel like it
why: because there is some notion that you can connect
where: in a little town in arkansas
what: thoughts about running amuck
when: whenever i feel like it
why: because there is some notion that you can connect
where: in a little town in arkansas
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