tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.comments2007-12-21T14:31:24.058-05:00Captain Poultryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028760881645311924noreply@blogger.comBlogger438125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1659888683724449202007-12-21T14:31:00.000-05:002007-12-21T14:31:00.000-05:00The Sherry and I are also pleased card-havers. Merry Christmas, cheerful Christmas-loving Amy!<BR/><BR/>The universe is an earthquake!reganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907282859355262208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-14224141840520556542007-12-21T11:03:00.000-05:002007-12-21T11:03:00.000-05:00I got your card yesterday! Merry Christmas to you too!srahttp://bricket.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-33516506557043390982007-12-21T09:56:00.000-05:002007-12-21T09:56:00.000-05:00I loves your list! Yay Christmas!Captain Poultryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028760881645311924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-69656946617111772572007-12-06T12:31:00.000-05:002007-12-06T12:31:00.000-05:00...watching that episode of X-Files where Mulder and Scully shoot each other...<BR/><BR/>...thinking about maybe going ice skating some time...<BR/><BR/>...the holiday display in Conestoga mall.Smashyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07180339684372327729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-68310142197342192532007-11-25T10:56:00.000-05:002007-11-25T10:56:00.000-05:00Oooooh! I want some!meegwunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04237162066285922373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-78647483901779915632007-11-25T09:39:00.000-05:002007-11-25T09:39:00.000-05:00Not usually, no. But I suspect I feel my feelings under the same circumstances as you.Captain Poultryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028760881645311924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-63065111987559003982007-11-22T00:49:00.000-05:002007-11-22T00:49:00.000-05:00Not for another couple of weeks. You?srahttp://bricket.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-12368944369303228252007-11-17T11:32:00.000-05:002007-11-17T11:32:00.000-05:00wow. she's back... with a ... vengeance?Ikabodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07895502496809696985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-711826208515267452007-11-08T13:27:00.000-05:002007-11-08T13:27:00.000-05:00Eleven months of no blogging and this is all you give us?<BR/><BR/>God.Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139850159976205295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-28116733868867318432007-09-24T15:21:00.000-04:002007-09-24T15:21:00.000-04:00I do this often! My next thing is to go on a honeymoon by myself...Kinnorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09159368288385664949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1835586670900162042007-04-19T18:33:00.000-04:002007-04-19T18:33:00.000-04:00I agree with allipato....mmmmm timbits. As long as you don't make it a habit guess it's not so bad.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1170653688241751652007-02-05T00:34:00.000-05:002007-02-05T00:34:00.000-05:00Nothing that involves bundt is pathetic. Bundt is the food of queens and empresses.Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139850159976205295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1170049140055985942007-01-29T00:39:00.000-05:002007-01-29T00:39:00.000-05:00New for the list of really really pathetic dinners:<BR/>two babybels and a slice of bundt cake.srahttp://www.bricket.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1169615711798891272007-01-24T00:15:00.000-05:002007-01-24T00:15:00.000-05:00I just ate toast with cheese and leftover spaghetti sauce on it and called it dinner. Believe me, if you can eat it, you can eat it for dinner.Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139850159976205295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1168989073011636062007-01-16T18:11:00.000-05:002007-01-16T18:11:00.000-05:00bad.<BR/>but mmmm timbits...allipatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05483522624325894159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1166797224788296022006-12-22T09:20:00.000-05:002006-12-22T09:20:00.000-05:00Doing stuff by yourself can be great! I went all the way to San Francisco by myself. People thought it was dumb and weird, but I had only decided to go a week and a half before I left, and no one else could go on such short notice. I wasn't about to not go just because no one else could. I went there and visited people I knew, met new people and spent lots of time wandering around by myself, doing whatever the hell I pleased. It was great.Carlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03281791255364116636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1164192098443752812006-11-22T05:41:00.000-05:002006-11-22T05:41:00.000-05:00sort of except "the rough" is all really valuable too and so it's like gold. Therefore, diamond in a pan of gold.Captain Poultryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00832611557219891956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1164174346134434702006-11-22T00:45:00.000-05:002006-11-22T00:45:00.000-05:00'diamond in the rough'?sranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1163740854047044502006-11-17T00:20:00.000-05:002006-11-17T00:20:00.000-05:00I, on the other hand, HATE the change of seasons because it makes my head and my sinus completely awfully and there is a great deal of pain involved and then i get dizzy and nauseous and it just isn't any fun at all. Personally, I'd rather that mother nature hurry her ass up and change the damn seasons already.allipatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05483522624325894159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1163268697068789462006-11-11T13:11:00.000-05:002006-11-11T13:11:00.000-05:00I want to burn in hell forevahhhhhhhhhh! Thanks Corwin, I love you too. <BR/>-SherryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1163214375867008792006-11-10T22:06:00.000-05:002006-11-10T22:06:00.000-05:00I wonder how much Tim Hortons makes off of the stupidity of people before their morning coffee?Captain Poultryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00832611557219891956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1163208413551973662006-11-10T20:26:00.000-05:002006-11-10T20:26:00.000-05:00I am a moron and I left the other morning without my bagel. I paid for my bagel. I actually got my change. Then I drove away and didn't realize until I got to school and wondered why I was hungry. <BR/><BR/>-SherryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1163103446989057532006-11-09T15:17:00.000-05:002006-11-09T15:17:00.000-05:00my roommate made coffee once. he didn't know there was supposed to be a filter.<BR/><BR/>i loved cleaning that mess up.jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17687900304741444343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1162866130223183822006-11-06T21:22:00.000-05:002006-11-06T21:22:00.000-05:00I still love you.Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02139850159976205295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15208600.post-1162372280902595432006-11-01T04:11:00.000-05:002006-11-01T04:11:00.000-05:00Everyone needs to get on www.secondlife.com :DJasonhttp://www.perpetualstroll.orgnoreply@blogger.com