Friday, August 21, 2009

Add to the Bucketlist

I have been shooting before--with the little discs--and it was pretty fun. However, this form of trap shooting is a definite must before I die.


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Thursday, August 20, 2009

I need one

I have two dogs. I work and go to school. I do not need another dog. However, if I ever did get another dog--if I were to live out my dream and get a big ranch or move to Alaska or something, I definitely would need one of these:

CAUCASIAN OVCHARKA
Seriously, I've always wanted a pet bear!

And you can even get bear hugs! :) Yep, I definitely need one.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Life as it is or as it should be

Saw one of the best movies of all time this past Sunday: MAN OF LA MANCHA. Wonderful message--first movie I've cried in for a very long time. Definitely worth watching at least once.



"I've been a soldier and a slave. I've seen my comrades fall in battle or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I've held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no brave last words, only their eyes, filled with confusion, questioning "Why?" I don't think they were wondering why they were dying, but why they had ever lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? To surrender dreams - -this may be madness; to seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness! But maddest of all - -to see life as it is and not as it should be."

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Tomatoes


An old Italian man lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Vincent,

I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over.. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.

Love, Papa

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

Dear Pop,

Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.

Love, Vinnie

At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived with a warrant and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.

That same day the old man received another letter from his son..

Dear Pop,

Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.

Love you, Vinnie

Friday, August 7, 2009

Pivot... PIvot... PIIIVOOOOT!!!!!!!!!



Here is a letter from Carolyn--I got a good laugh out of it:

How many PhD students does it take to move a couch?‏

Answer:

Three: two physics and one mechanical engineering, plus a dental student and a med student.

A step-by-step process for your enjoyment:

Step 1: Try moving the couch around the tight corner.

Step 2: Try moving the couch through the window (turns out the windows don't come out or move much)

Step 3: Give up trying to move it into the living room and try moving it upstairs instead

Step 4: Look at it for a long time and try to think of other options

Step 5: Decide to cut the couch in half (cringe) to get it around the corner. Call mechanical engineer's wife to bring power tools.

Step 6: Consult Carolyn before slicing through the fabric. Discover that no slicing of fabric is necessary -- just take out the staples.

Step 7: Cut through top and bottom beams in the back of the couch.

Step 8: Bend the couch around the corner and be happy when that works.

Step 9: Screw additional pieces of wood to the two cut beams to stabilize. Stable fabric back in place.

Step 10: Put your couch in the living room (finally) and heave a sigh. What we have gone through for this couch!

Apparently couches don't really fit into our apartment complex. Nor do beds (although we did manage to fit our new queen bed in -- barely). This place had a great designer...

Thought you might enjoy this. Love to all,

Carolyn