Favourite "old" movie...hmmm...
Well "fiddle-dee-dee" call me cheeseball...but my fave is "Gone With the Wind" ...I love Clark Gable in the movie
Dottie...of the I wannabe Scarlet O'Hara class
just wanna take a little diversion from the current events happening.
i'm watching my favorite old movie of all time right now.
"on the waterfront" with marlon brando.
Favourite "old" movie...hmmm...
Well "fiddle-dee-dee" call me cheeseball...but my fave is "Gone With the Wind" ...I love Clark Gable in the movie
Dottie...of the I wannabe Scarlet O'Hara class
hey everyone...i have had it!!!!!
resignation i am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult.
i have decided i would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.
Anyone else ??? Ready to quit ??? I am currently finishing up a project for school ...and I am so ready to throw in the towel...only 3 more weeks of school...woohoo!!!!!!!
Mac...there's always room for J-E-L-L-O !!!!!!
Dottie...of the gonna party like a rock star April 11th class
hey everyone...i have had it!!!!!
resignation i am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult.
i have decided i would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.
Thanks for the replies everyone !!
I actually recieved this as am email...I unfortunately didn't write it...it makes alot of sense tho doesn't it???
I try to have as much fun as I can nowadays..."if you can't have fun...then what kind of life are you living??" is my perspective. Always make time for fun !!!
Hugs to everyone
Dottie
*throws huge water balloon at Dede* SPLASH!!!!!!!!
Calamityjane...no, I don't have kids...I figured that now would be a good time to post this...with the war and all going on...people still need to remember to have some fun in their lives
hey everyone...i have had it!!!!!
resignation i am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult.
i have decided i would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.
Hey everyone...I have had it!!!!!
RESIGNATION
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant. I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks. I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day. I want to return to a time when life was simple, when all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care. All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.
So . . . here's my checkbook and my car keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood.
And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause............."Tag! You're it." Try to remember the Simple things in Life.sorry, call me a b*$ch if you'd like but is this really a place for a 13 year old child to be hanging out?
is the chat room really a place for kids?
i know i wouldn't let my 14 year old near this place.. http://www.jehovahs-witness.com/6/48684/1.ashx.
i saw a woman wearing a sweatshirt with "guess" on it.
"thyroid.
>problem?".
Trucker...
LMAO!!!!!! Those are great !!!!!!! I love Robin Williams...he is definately my favourite comedian
Dottie
first thank you all for your support of my many questions for my art etc.
i've had a stressful two days but here is what has happened.
in creative writing i had to read two of my works i chose awakening too which i posted here and a folktale done in the style of catcher in the rye/salinger called catc-her in the oven.
(((((((((sheila))))))))))
I am so happy that your doing so well. I know that going back to school after being out for so is like...it can have it's ups and downs...but you're very smart and I know that you will be successful
Many hugz and much love to you!
Dottie
our lager,.
which art in barrels,.
hallowed be thy drink.. thy will be drunk, (i will be drunk),.
Amen Overbeer
Dottie
this picture was famously portrayed in the media as 'the moment bush knew', as the media around the world told us, from white house statements, that bush heard of the twin tower attacks when his chief of staff, andrew card, spoke in his ear in the classroom as he addressed the children.. on december 4th 2001, cnn were broadcasting live coverage of a "town meeting" at the orange county convention center in orlando, florida, where president bush was answering non-challenging questions from a sycophantic audience.
then bush made a startling statement about september 11th: -.
the president: thank you, jordan.
I thought that the only footage of the first plane was taken by the 2 French guys filming the documentary on NYFD???
I was home sick from work that day and awoke to the phone and my friend telling me that I better turn the TV on and then spent the entire day watching "Global" and Kevin Newbanks (Canuckervison)
Dottie
another email that i have recieved and thought it hilarious and something that i had to share .
have you noticed anything fishy about the inspection teams who have arrived in iraq?
they're all men!
Another email that I have recieved and thought it hilarious and something that I had to share
Have you noticed anything fishy about the inspection teams who have arrived in Iraq? They're all men! How in the name of the United Nations does anyone expect men to find Saddam's stash?
We all know that men have a blind spot when it comes to finding things. For crying' out loud! Men can't find the dirty clothes hamper. Men can't find the jar of jelly until it falls out of the cupboard and splatters on the floor.... and these are the people we have sent into Iraq to search for hidden weapons of mass destruction?
I keep wondering why groups of mothers weren't sent in. Mothers can sniff out secrets quicker than a drug dog can find a gram of dope. Mothers can find gin bottles that dads have stashed in the attic beneath the rafters. They can sniff out a diary two rooms and one floor away. They can tell when the lid of a cookie jar has been disturbed and notice when a quarter inch slice has been shaved off a chocolate cake. A mother can smell alcohol on your breath before you get your key in the front door and can smell cigarette smoke from a block away. By examining laundry, a mother knows more about their kids than Sherlock Holmes. And if a mother wants an answer to question, she can read an offender's eyes quicker than a homicide detective.
So... considering the value a mother could bring to an inspection team, why are we sending a bunch of men who will rely on electronic equipment to scout out hidden threats? My mother would walk in with a wooden soup spoon in one hand, grab Saddam by the ear, give it a good twist and snap, "Young man, do you have any weapons of mass destruction?" And if he tried to lie to her, she'd march him down the street to some secret bunker and shove his nose into a nuclear bomb and say, "Uh, huh, and what do you call this, mister?" Whap! Thump! Whap! Whap! Whap! And she'd lay some stripes across his bottom with that soup spoon, then march him home in front of the whole of Baghdad.
He'd not only come clean and apologize for lying about it, he'd cut every lawn in Baghdad for free for the whole summer. Inspectors! You want the job done? Call my mother.