Thanksgiving 2003 photos
TurkeyLurkey.. the star of the show!
My table decoration :)
The view out my window.. quite different from the change of season photo from a few weeks back.
Archive for October, 2003
mmmmmm my turkey
smells sooooooooo good cooking.. it’s been in there now for almost an hour now.. smells so good.. the stuffing smells so good.. i can’t wait for it to all come together.. just lil over another hour now.. -drools-
Turkey Day!
Happy Thanksgiving Canada :) Hope you all have a lovely day…
-rubs paws together- I’m cooking my first turkey holiday meal deal today.. I am eager to start.. -watches the clock-
Wrapping up the boobies
The 2003 Boobie Thon is now at a completion. This year, everyone who has participated or donated should be extremely proud of themselves. In just 11 short days, over $7000 was raised for the Susan G. Komen Foundation and the PAWS 8K. $359 bloggers helping bloggers was donated to PAWS Chicago, and $6686.45 will be going to the Komen Foundation.
Great job everyone :)
Unconcious Mutterings
- Timeshare:: vacation
- Accounts:: payable
- Temptation:: island
- Hack:: x0r
- Shadow:: eyes
- Infection:: sick
- 800:: IMAWARE
- Infidelity:: cheat
- Springfield:: illinois
- Gardener:: eva
so i found the magic secret
to make psp8 stop being a whore.. so hopefully tomorrow am i can finish up the damn photos and get back on track.
grumbles@psp8
stupid thing.. i’m like halfway done with miaouphoto’s new layout.. i wanted to be done in the next few days.. and of course crowing about how smooth things were going did INDEED jinx me. fucking thing is corrupting my tga files.. hopefully a reboot will slap it about.. and get things going ok.. if not.. i’m going to be VERY pissed.
hardy har har
A man and his wife are awakened at 3 o’clock in the morning by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.
“Not a chance,” says the husband, “it is three o’clock in the morning!” He slams the door and returns to bed.
“Who was that?” asked his wife. Just some drunk guy asking for a push,” he answers.
“Did you help him?” she asks.
“No, I did not, it is three in the morning and it is pouring out!”
“Well, you have a short memory,” says his wife. “Can’t you remember about three months ago when we broke down and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!”
The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain. He calls out into the dark, “Hello, are you still there?”
“Yes,” comes back the answer.
“Do you still need a push?” calls out the husband.
“Yes, please!” comes the reply from the dark.
“Where are you?” asks the husband.
“Over here on the swing!” replies the drunk.
