Still around...just trying to come to grips with everything going on. Trying not to watch so much CNN. Flipping over to the Love Boat just to get some brain candy...

On the homefront, I'm realizing it's impossible to get a house ready to sell with small children running amok. I'm wondering if tv-sedation is such a bad thing at this point.

Also, I'm going to be turning the big 3-1 on Sunday. Shouldn't I be a grown up by now? Nahhh....I'm just getting started!

"Heaven can wait,
We're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best
But expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power
But we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit,
Life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won?
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders,
We're getting in tune
The music's played by the madmen"

Wow. Did Alphaville ever have it right. And they wrote the song back in '84.

The hawks are looking for any reason to get in there. I couldn't even listen to Powell blather on. Even after Blix and ElBaradei repoted progress, we have to jump in with "but, but, but..." It's never enough. I hear the drumbeat on the horizon and I am scared.

You know you've merged your womanhood with being a mother when you can watch your ebay cloth diaper auctions on one page while reading a very out there Sexual Health forum on another. I am woman, hear me roar!

A farmer in ancient Rome was known far and wide for his berry growing abilities. One year in particular he grew an altogether wonderful specimen, it was the most beautiful berry that ever was grown. People came from far and wide to admire the berry and sing it's praises.

The powers that be became jealous of the berry; they wanted to have the berry all to themselves. They didn't want to share the berry with anyone else. They sent soldiers to procure the berry.

When the soldiers knocked upon the farmers door, the farmer told them he was done showing the berry for the day, he was sitting down to dinner. The soldiers said "silly Farmer, we have come to sieze your berry, not to praise it".

Har har. That was my favorite joke in my dad's repertoire of bad jokes. And if you don't get it, read some Shakespeare for god's sake!