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Yes, I know I am posting it early - I just have a feeling I will be busy tomorrow morning ;-)

Interesting....

You are a Dreamer

Your combination of abstract thinking, appreciation of beauty, and cautiousness makes you a DREAMER.

You often imagine how things could be better, and you have very specific visions of this different future.

Beauty and style are important to you, and you have a discerning eye when it comes to how things look.

Although you often think more broadly, you prefer comfort to adventure, choosing to stay within the boundaries of your current situation.

Your preferences for artistic works are very refined, although you vastly prefer some types and styles to others.

Though your dreams are quite vivid, you are cautious in following up on them.

You are aware of both your positive and negative qualities, so that your ego doesn't get in your way.

A sense of vulnerability sometimes holds you back, stifling your creative tendencies.

You have a strong sense of style and value your personal presentation - friends may even seek your style advice from time to time.

If you want to be different:

Your imagination is a wonderful asset, but don't just dream—be bold enough to take action and explore new things!

Consider a wider range of details and possibilities when thinking about the present and the future—don't be too set in your ways.


How you relate to others:
You are Animated

You are outgoing, comfortable with others, and up for anything, which makes you ANIMATED.

Some people find crowds and parties exhausting, but not you! You are able to be yourself in many situations.

Sometimes it is hard for you to understand why others feel the way they do, but that doesn't stop you from trusting them or having faith that they are good people.

You know the world is complicated and that there is often more than one side to a story, so you are careful not to make judgments about others too hastily.

You would rather experience the world than sit back and observe it—you are not one to sit on the sidelines.

You are an independent thinker and don't get too worried about how others might perceive you—you are not self-conscious about being the active, engaged person that you are.

Although you have a keen understanding of different people's life circumstances, you occasionally have trouble seeing why people get so upset and emotional about things—they should just lighten up and have fun!

In addition to having faith in the world, you have faith in the people around you—you trust others to do the right thing and to be honest.


If you want to be different:

Remember that time alone can be just as fulfilling as time spent with others—take some time for yourself and you might find that there are many things in your inner world that are just as compelling as the world outside your window.

Your open-mindedness about the ways of world gives you an understanding of people's differences, but that knowledge doesn't always translate into sympathy. Don't be afraid to let your trust and understanding influence your feelings.

The week of the Dog is over.

I blogged about dancing dogs, Blue dogs, sleeping dogs, but mostly HOT DOGS!

I have been to WaWa and had one of their finest quarter pound all beef red hots and I think I have had my fix for a day or two.

One more lyric

I heard this on the radio this morning. I probably have never really listed to Celine Dion before (not a big fan), but, by gosh, if she is going to sing about Hot Dogs I am running out and getting every single one of her freakin' CD's (almost said "albums" there and really aged myself).

The real lyrics were:
Near, far, wherever you are,
I believe that the heart does go on.

But I hear them as:
Near, far, wherever you are,
I believe that the hot dogs go on.

No matter how you say it, it means YUM-O!

Perrito Caliento - Spanish
Panino con wurstel - Italian
xot-Aor - Russian
varmkorv - Swedish
cao quente - Portugese
XOT VTOYK - Greek

Legend of the Blue Dog - A Little History from Our Part of the World.

By most accounts and local lore, the spirit of a large blue dog protects his murdered master's treasure, buried somewhere on Rose Hill Road outside Port Tobacco. According to Rose Hill Road resident Charles Stuart, whose property contains the fabled rock that Blue Dog and his master were killed on, the first written account of the Blue Dog legend dates back to 1897, when his home's former owner, Olivia Floyd who was a former agent for the Confederacy during the Civil War, told the Maryland Independent she had seen the ghost of the Blue Dog.

Although he hasn't seen the ghost of Blue Dog on February 8 in the 20 years he has lived on Rose Hill Road, Stuart, "doesn't doubt" the accounts of that date following the Revolutionary War, when Charles Thomas Sims, a soldier, and his dog were killed on Rose Hill Road while returning from a Port Tobacco Tavern.

Stuart said that Henry Hanos of Port Tobacco killed Sims and his dog for his gold and a deed to an estate. Hanos then buried the gold and deed under a holly tree along Rose Hill Road. When Hanos returned to recover the treasure, he was scared away by the ghost of Blue Dog and then fell ill, before suddenly dying. To this day, Blue Dog continues to watch over his slain master's treasure.


Charles Stuart goes to our church, and the holly tree in the story is on the way to church. As is the Blue Dog Saloon which, fortunately, I have never been in. I spend my free time in Hooters and Apehangers

In Case the Lights Go Out in Georgia...or anywhere else for that matter.

Solar Hot Dog Cooker

This project is for older students or for younger students with adult supervision. (Translation: Steve would probably have to help me with this.)

A reflective hot dog cooker can be built from a cardboard box, tin foil, and posterboard. Sunlight hits the reflective surface and focuses on the hot dog held in the center.

A cardboard box
tin foil
posterboard


Select a long narrow box; the longer the box the more heat collection is possible. Choose a focal length between 5" and 10" and design a parabolic curve as seen in the picture. One template could be used for all the cookers. Trace the curve on the open end of the box so that it is centered and straight.

Cut out the curve with a utility knife. Stress the importance of being exact. Measure and cut a piece of posterboard that will fix flush against the opening to the box. Attach this with tape beginning at the center and working toward to edges.
Cover the curve with white glue and apply aluminum foil shiny side out. Start in the middle and smooth toward the edges. Try not to wrinkle or fold the foil; you want it as smooth as possible.

Use two scraps of cardboard taped to each side as supports. Using the sun or a projector light, test the focal point. There should be a bright spot where light is concentrated; mark this spot and punch a hole for the skewer. Use a section of a coat hanger from which the paint has been removed for a skewer.

Enjoy your hot dog!

GROOVY! Now all I have to do is figure out what the hell a parabolic curve is!

Memories.....

They do tend to conk out.

Again with the hot dogs

For the low low bargain basement price of just $35 you can get this hot dog cooker that barks when your hot dogs are done.

I know - I am aghast as well

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Bob and I do a mean Samba

Wild about Harry

I have brought an end to my family's secret shame: I have read Harry Potter.

Not all of them, mind you. The first three. I have to admit my favorite line is in the first one when Harry asks Hagrid the difference between a stalagmite and an stalactite and Hagrid says that stalagmite's got an "m" in it. That made me laugh out loud, thus securing Hagrid's place on the list of favorites.

I am tired of Draco Malfoy and ready for him to be zapped into the oblivion. Snape is also on my last nerve and either needs to redeem himself or begone.

Steve has Youth Group this afternoon so I am planning on reading book 4.

I shall let you know what I think.

One down

I finished the first one last night. Quite entertaining!

Steve has this to say about the whole Harry Potter phenom.

Forgot one

The real lyrics are
I can see all obstacles in my way.

But I sing them as
I can see an octopus in my way.

Because, of course, you have to have a hot dog octopus in your shark soup. Again with the food references.

P.S. there is a site that charges $17 freakin' dollars to turn your hot dog into an octodog. Part of me is absolutely horrified that one could spend $17 dollars on such things. Part of me really wants one.

The Gauntlet has been thrown down

Big Al (Allyson Hills) has dared me to read the Harry Potter Books. Clearly she does not know the hell she hath wrought.
Poor Steve absolutely hates it when I read because I become zombie-esque with precious little interaction other than to surface for food and water. The freakin' ceiling could fall down and I would not notice.

But, I have been dared and so read Harry Potter I shall! If you do not hear from me until next Wednesday it's because I am in the throes of the adventures of Harry and friends.

Confession

Sometimes I make up lyrics to songs. And then sometimes I can't remember the original words unless I think about it really, really, hard.

For example:

"Michael row your boat ashore" in my mind is
"My goat knows the bowling score"

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (from Lady Marmalade) is a lot more fun as
"View a cookie shade in a pot, say what?"

"Sugar Pie Honey Bunch" makes ever so much more sense as
"Sugar fried bunny guts"

"She's got a ticket to ride..and she don't care" to me is the same thing as
"She's got a chicken to hide...and it's in her hair!"

I have a bajillion more but I will spare you - I really want to find out what lyrics YOU make up!

Thank you - no.

MADRID - Women in the northern Spanish city of Pamplona, world-famous for its ferocious bull-running festival, are demanding their own version complete with cows instead of bulls.

A student website, www.estudiln.net, set the ball rolling with its campaign "Cows want to run" which asks for a separate encierro, as the bull-runs are known, where only women are allowed to take part.

Women have been allowed to take part in the San Fermin bull-running for some years but they still represent a tiny minority of the thousands of runners who attempt to dodge 600-kilo bulls along an 800-metre course through the streets of Pamplona.

With my luck there would be cows with guns.

But it does open up new shoe purchasing vistas - I am sure that there is a pair of shoes made just for this type of event. I will research that and get back with you...

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Steve's challenge

According to all of these tests, I am a ham sandwich who is 20% Democrat 20% Republican who was born the same year as JFK Jr. and Jeffrey Dahlmer, and who should be living in Dublin.

That explains so much.

Only accurate about the throwing things

You Are Rock

Powerful and overbearing, you intimidate people with your presence. People know they can't push you around, and they respect that. Deep down, you are calm, confident, and unmovable. You take everything pretty seriously, and you think deeply about all aspects of your life. You tend to feel smothered by paper people. You don't mind crushing the spirit of a scissors person. When you fight, you: Use all of your strength If someone makes you mad: You're likely to throw something at them

Are You Rock, Paper, or Scissors?

I doubt that I am intimidating. My children laugh with scorn when I try to flex my motherly muscles and are clearly not intimidated.

Deep down I am a quivering mass of Jello.

I do not think deeply about much. I am pretty much as deep as a frisbee.

I do tend to have a nasy habit of throwing shoes when I am mad....but I haven't done that in AGES!!

Phyllis fractures her back!

I have a theme song, a mascot, and a crest. My personal hero (other than my sistah) is shown above. These woman has been my idol since childhood, a fact my family with confirm with dismay and bemusement. Phyllis has twisted her back and is unable to celebrate her 90th birthday by appearing on Leno. I am crushed.

Let's gather round, light our imaginary cigarettes at the end of our imaginary 3 foot cigarette holder, and make snarky comments in her honor.

It's the least we can do.

Just some things I need to share

Do motorcycle riders who wear their pants so low that we can see their bottom ever think about getting a sunburn? I cannot imagine that a sunburned butt would be comfortable at all.

Do I really need soft armpits? I know we discussed sparkly armpits, but now I am being told that my underarms need to be soft. However will I light my match for my Camel if my armpits are soft?

Is there a rehab place for everything now? Drink too much - go to rehab. Drugs - rehab. But racial and/or sexual preference slurs rehab? I think I need to know exactly how they "rehabilitate" you. Twelve step program? Electric shock therapy? I just don't get how you "fix" that.

This will not go over well with my parental units: I think Ann Coulter needs to be spanked and sent to her room. And she needs to come up with another look than the perpetual black cocktail dress and that nasty long hair.

Why do we give a flying flip what Rosie thinks? I don't, but the news is full of Rosie and/or Paris who is equally obnoxious. Maybe we should lock Rosie and Ann Coulter in a room and whoever is left standing wins. There's some rehab for ya.

Just some things that have been banging around in my head that I decided to let out.

Theme song to go with personal mascot

Of cabbages and Kings

Here is the quote of the day:

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

I shall not post the picture of the Walrus and the Carpenter eating the oysters because it always made Erin sad that the Oysters were eaten in the end. Especially after trusting said Walrus and Carpenter.

And I think it still might.

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A grand time on Pennsylvania

We had a grand a glorious time in Lancaster County yesterday. As soon as I can compile my photos, I will post a pictorial essay of our adventures.

For now, I have regressed somewhat in the healing process and I am going back to bed.