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Awesome!! That "dress" is skanktastic. Come out, come out, wherever you are...— November 14, 2009 7:18 p.m.
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Of course not!! If we did not pressure them in the first place we would never get there, so I declare your wedding Sadie Hawkins New Style to Git Hitched!! Circle the wagons and rope him on in. Is that really his picture? Kinda looks like Paul Stanley of Kiss circa 1975, sans makeup. Where's Magicsfive when you need her?— November 14, 2009 6:57 p.m.
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I liked that dress too. It looks like some thought went into it. Wait, the groom is bailing?!?! Come out, you coward! There is a tux with ill-fitting trousers that has your name all over it!— November 14, 2009 6:38 p.m.
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I almost peed myself when I looked at those flip-flops!! I would be honored to wear the fushia nightmare as an attendant to your nuptials to ? Wait, who are marrying?!?— November 14, 2009 6:26 p.m.
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I was more of a Drake's Cakes fan myself. But Susie Q's were the altar to worship Hostess's fake cream filling. Oh, God, that stuff was so sweet it would make us gag. In a good way, of course.— November 14, 2009 6:03 p.m.
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The Susie Q's are the first layer under the cupcakes.— November 14, 2009 5:17 p.m.
Feeding the Beast
I've heard that about The House of Mirth. There are people who detest that book. I've always wanted to read it.— November 14, 2009 4:21 p.m.
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Anti, your post must have arrived at the same time mine did. See, I was wrong about Thoreau!! I'll give it the proper attention it deserves this time. I no longer suffer from depression, my bout with it being over, but at the time it was utterly terrifying. I read all those books to get some answers, and they helped me understand what was happening to me. Them, and a good therapist. Funny, I was always one of those people who would say things to those who exhibited symptoms of depression with the old "oh, you'll get over it. You're just having a bad day." Absolutely the wrong thing to say. It's nothing like having a bad day, that is for sure. Six months, and one day it lifted. I was like a miracle had occurred. I still to this day do not know where it came from or why. But it was like nothing I had ever experienced. I do volunteer work for the Humane Society. I work in their Pet-Assisted Therapy program. I love it!! I started doing it two years ago and it was the antidote to my soul sucking job. I will probably wind up working as a counseler at some point. I am looking forward to someone appreciating that I helped them, instead of being yelled at because someone's proceeds were less than they selfishly anticipated. Lots of anti words in here! I thought I would want to go the non-profit route, and actually went to school to learn fundraising procedures, etc. It was about a 20 unit program, and I never went back after the first class. I could not stand the women in the class. And they were all women. The first question I asked the teacher was why were no men in the class. She said men rarely take the program or become involved in non-profit work. I asked her then why were all the non-profits run by men, and she did not have an answer. Anyway, the students were do-gooder types that came from wealthy families. They did not need to work to earn money. Non-profit work is not about what you know, it's about who you know, and how much money you have or contribute, depending on what you do. From what I have been told, it's a bureaucracy in and of its own.— November 14, 2009 3:58 p.m.
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Solomon's book can be a bit frustrating in a few chapters based on his priviledged upbringing, but the guy is such a good writer and is so informed on his subject matter that it didn't bother me as much as it could have and I couldn't put it down. Walden kept putting me to sleep, but I am determined to read it. I kept getting the nagging feeling Thoreau was doing this less for the reader's benefit and more to make his non-conformity an experiment to offset his inability to hold a job. I am sure I have it all wrong. I can't judge if I am too lazy to finish the damn thing.— November 14, 2009 3:34 p.m.
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Amazing eggs (sang to the tune of "Amazing Grace")....what funny timing! Yes, toast should be a result of study and reflection. Anything worth doing should be worth doing slooowly. Unless you race cars. So I just sat down with my New Yorker and was speed reading a book review, and I had to force myself to slow down and absorb the words, not just get them over with. Gotta work on this. The last time I took time off from work with the intent to never go back, Walden lanquished on my nightstand while I wolfed down books on depression like Oliver Twist's gruel. Go figure. So, I will finish Walden (I will actually have to start over, I don't remember a thing from the first chapters I managed to get through), then who knows? Any suggestions from the well read?— November 14, 2009 1:22 p.m.