tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84304472011-07-31T03:29:30.239-04:00deahsellanoreply@blogger.comBlogger2051100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-15145570714844944312010-05-24T16:10:00.003-04:002010-05-24T23:20:10.697-04:00

Lost. Within our own lives, we all have been.  We want what we don’t have, we yearn for the truth but are untrue to ourselves, we love people who hurt us and hurt people who love us.  We struggle to break free from the molds of our parents.  The assumptions we make about ourselves deceive us.  We are very, very alone. If you were disappointed with “The End,” perhaps you are still at the beginning

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-69410549738983597032009-11-21T12:26:00.001-05:002009-11-21T12:29:44.205-05:00

Time to get up away from the computer and start my thanksgiving prep...potluck dinner tomorrow with tons of friends.  I've made thanksgiving turkeys for years, so I'm definitely confident in that category!  My problem is getting as many things done ahead of time as possible (i.e., today) so I can enjoy tomorrow without being a stressed out woman in front of the oven all day. A couple things I've

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-87397874255183717942009-11-18T07:17:00.000-05:002009-11-18T07:17:51.495-05:00

I really enjoy this silence, in the morning. No Phish reference intended, but it's there anyway. ;-)  One of us already out to work, the rest of the house asleep, it seems like the rest of the neighborhood may be sleeping in as well.  I hear everything, even when there is noise, but when there is silence there is so much more.

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-77477209581983717062009-11-11T09:28:00.000-05:002009-11-11T09:28:46.589-05:00

I am watching an insane number of TV shows right now.  It's no wonder I haven't had any time to read books (it's no wonder most of America probably doesn't, either).  I can barely list them all but I feel the need to try...Parks & Recreation, Community, Hung, V, Defying Gravity, My Name is Earl, Entourage, Accidentally on Purpose, Californication, Fringe, Modern Family, Cougar Town, Flash Forward

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-75025359682741696392008-06-02T11:07:00.001-04:002009-10-29T10:03:45.385-04:00

(**NOTE, 10/29/09**: This post, and all posts between 9/18/07-6/2/08, were part of a separate blog I started when I thought I'd grown tired of this one. But now I see the point of leaving it all in the same place. ;-) As you were...)I think I've gotten out of the blogging thing for a number of reasons, including the fact that I'm busy and happy and seem to be finding other things to fill up my

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-18240302629944746222007-10-18T08:53:00.000-04:002009-10-29T10:03:45.385-04:00

Birth control pills and other methods of contraception are going to be made available to 6th through 8th graders in Maine. While parents initially have to sign a consent form to allow their child to see the school doctors or nurse practitioner, the treatment they receive is confidential under state law. Students do not have to disclose to their parents what treatment they choose to receive. (

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-44206788556240689062007-10-02T14:29:00.000-04:002009-10-29T10:03:45.385-04:00

I'm feeling restless, which I know is autumn, and yet at the same time it's a restlessness for wanting to stay still, not move around too much. It's...hibernation. Winter. But first it's fall, and this weekend was the best of it! :)Chuck's Harvest Festival was more or less what I thought it would be...that is to say, more than I'd had in the past and less than I'd expected, but in a very good

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-77354803566849817052007-09-19T12:03:00.000-04:002009-10-29T10:03:45.385-04:00

...and in the Healthy Eating category...or at least the trying-to-cook-healthy-food-from-scratch category, here's my chicken creation from a few nights ago, which made great leftovers for work-lunches. I always go overboard on olive oil and never use enough salt, but at least I call them by their names and not my own silly abbreviations (ahem, miss Ray, just chill with your A.D.D.-style cuisine.

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-21725386721577542082007-09-19T10:22:00.000-04:002009-10-29T10:03:45.385-04:00

So I've been having trouble falling asleep (and staying asleep) for the past week and a half, and it's been getting annoying. I lie down and no matter how tired I am, my mind is racing. Everyone says I must be stressed, and maybe so, but a lot of the things that had been stressing me out have passed. Still, I have to say that it's been funny, all the thoughts that pass through my head as I'm

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-43656797498791680142007-09-18T16:01:00.000-04:002009-10-29T10:03:45.385-04:00

I was looking for an appropriate quote or saying to add to the sidebar. I had one of my old poems there but I really want something new. I haven't decided yet, but I found these and love many of them...especially the one about washing the dishes. ;) (If you have a favorite, let me know...I read them all and now I just can't decide.)Another big part of my life that changed very recently was

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-24120762428840502192007-09-18T15:37:00.001-04:002009-10-29T10:03:45.386-04:00

(**NOTE, 10/29/09**: This post, and all posts between 9/18/07-6/2/08, were part of a separate blog I started when I thought I'd grown tired of this one. But now I see the point of leaving it all in the same place. ;-) As you were...)I'm not usually one to describe things in my life as "blessed", but I feel that way more and more these days. Doing so denotes a belief in

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-50797144843432840402007-03-21T10:33:00.000-04:002007-03-21T10:35:15.388-04:00

Note to self:Myspace sucks more and more, and makes me miss this blog, and REAL writing. Thanks, Laura. ;)

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1158073956271844462006-09-12T11:06:00.000-04:002006-09-12T11:12:51.323-04:00

This is a repost (and edit) of a post I wrote at least a year ago. For those of you who didn't get here from myspace, I'm looking into doing some writing on the adoption topic for Adoption Media LLC. They are looking for contract writers for short (500 word) articles on various aspects of adoption. They want writing examples, and although this is long I think it is a good overview of my story

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1150979434027807322006-06-22T08:29:00.000-04:002006-06-22T08:30:34.030-04:00

(original post 6/20/06)It's funny, the way you think your year will go in January, and how different it looks behind you in June.I started to prepare and convince myself of a number of things, six months ago. The biggest one being that I would no longer be married, and that I would probably move out of State College, hopefully out of Pennsylvania in general. I was sure I'd also finally learn to

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1150979360428371502006-06-22T08:28:00.000-04:002006-06-22T08:29:20.443-04:00

(original post 6/15/06)So what if I read my horoscope all the time?! So what if it's always right?! This week needs to goddamn end. :) This post needs to be amusing and easgoing instead of pissed off and stressed....usually writing makes me feel better, so that's the goal.Just a small recount of the shit that's happened to me this week that has put me in such an irritated mood...even though I'm

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1150309023544270872006-06-14T14:13:00.000-04:002006-06-14T14:17:03.620-04:00

ah, blog.  i'm sorry i'm neglecting you for myspace again.  perhaps if i revamped you to include the fun stuff like music, slideshows, and pictures of my friends, i wouldn't spend so much time there. but it's kind of telling....when i'm there, i'm obviously being irresponsible, reckless, youthful and toying with sin. :) when i'm here, i'm being introspective, serious, responsible and taking stock

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1145404827852966042006-04-18T19:46:00.000-04:002006-04-18T20:05:47.660-04:00

Road trip for work, to Maryland. Saw TWO Bald Eagles on the drive. Beautiful...I mean, really beautiful. They were absolutely amazing to see, flying over the rivers, on a gorgeous, crystal clear spring day. There wasn't a second of our drive down or back that I wasn't just staring out the windows with my jaw dropped. Everything went from brown and gray, to pink and yellow and minty green and

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1144948429379496282006-04-13T12:47:00.000-04:002006-04-13T13:14:55.616-04:00

Across the street from my office is a large open field. I think they plant soybeans or something there, I'm not sure. For the past few months, though, it's been home to a few seemingly content groundhogs, whose presence has as little bearing on our work as ours has on theirs. I've watched them venture across this plot, popping up out of the various holes they've cleared for themselves. I've

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1144769880293880042006-04-11T11:34:00.000-04:002006-04-11T11:38:00.306-04:00

Tell me I am not selfish. Tell me how to balance the amount of time I need to spend alone, on myself, on my goals, doing the things I need to do to feel fulfilled...tell me how to balance these things. I am alone...newly, expectedly, and gratifyingly (although somewhat unofficially) single, and now the only struggles are within myself.It seems as though most people equate “single” with “

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1144256166415699362006-04-05T12:34:00.000-04:002006-04-05T12:56:06.503-04:00

This weather, like my moods -Spring winter spring, Sun snow sun,Breeze wind breeze.Love sadness love,Weathervanes spinning like tops,Cycles in the season,Cycles in days.

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1144214288662786472006-04-04T23:57:00.000-04:002006-04-05T01:18:08.753-04:00

Ok, so the journal typing is slow-going. I came home from work late (stayed late to make up for the THREE HOURS I was home over lunch waiting for the cable modem dude), and I'm not quite sure what I did with the next three hours. Cooked, tried to take some pics of me and my cat, rearranged some furniture, still more of that to do...have I mentioned I own a lot of CRAP?! Ugh.I need a good old

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1144116949747684042006-04-03T22:13:00.000-04:002006-04-03T22:15:49.760-04:00

Despite the fact that I have a million things going on in my life right now, I've been feeling like I need to commit to some sort of lengthy creative project. I've been having problems focusing on any one thing, maybe because I have too much on my plate...but I feel like I need to pick a direction, and fast. Every day, I'm thinking about moving, or not moving, or getting a second job (well,

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1143646801891281282006-03-29T09:10:00.000-05:002006-03-29T10:40:01.966-05:00

Sooner or later I’m going to get hit by a car, or bitten, or cited for trespassing...all because of my gut reaction to random pets scampering about on the sides of highways (or in my yard). In the past two years, I have rescued four stray dogs, three feral cats (all now spayed or placed in homes), attempted to rescue about two or three more dogs which had the speed or agility to evade me, and

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1143599311292169752006-03-28T21:10:00.000-05:002006-03-28T21:28:31.370-05:00

LOL.I mean, I really hate saying that. Typing it. Whatever. But LOL.I sure have written a shit-ton of fucking-wah lately, huh? I am all for cathartic honesty, though, even if it is in riddles...so I won't make excuses or apologize. Because it will probably happen again. ;) But in the meantime, there is also this:You know how "they" say there are different stages of your emotional reaction

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1143149778791363452006-03-23T10:43:00.000-05:002006-03-23T16:36:18.866-05:00

When the marks of days take turns towards letting go, these frantic tides of where to lay my head and restlessness, I think the changes (and who’s changing) come in droves...and not to worry through those open doors, and leave yourself settling for less than you deserve, is the key to a choice less hasty and more permanent.It’s natural that the choices we make lead us to our situations, where

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1142154948093239282006-03-12T04:14:00.000-05:002006-03-12T04:15:48.106-05:00

Our power gives us pleasure, and days fall on like dominoes,A devil’s cup to numb us in our stasis, dry the skin and sink the eyes,Sweet clouds that swell our passion, calm our thoughts and waste the hours,Fallen mirrors, so our aging can’t reflect upon the present state of youth.Fantasy, our time is free and endless, each word a breath behind the next,A catastrophic shift away from all our fear

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1142092088541458912006-03-11T10:46:00.000-05:002006-03-11T10:48:08.553-05:00

sometimes, i want to be an angry person,but i just can’t seem to pull it offstraight faced, i’m laughing at you -how funny all your outrage seems to me.don’t hold back your tirade, it’s the most you know;the insignificance is blissful.my tears are not your conquest,just my remorse for wasting time on you.

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1142090057085892182006-03-11T09:41:00.000-05:002006-03-11T10:30:18.483-05:00

1. Get a second job and make more money so I can eventually move out of this backwoods town. Like, ASAP.2. Drink less beer, more water, and stop going for leisurely walks with the dog in exchange for long hard bike rides around the lake and runs up the ridiculous Bellefonte hills. 3. Do something public with my writing and photography instead of just sitting around watching it age.4. Keep

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1141331756621788102006-03-02T14:44:00.000-05:002006-03-02T15:35:56.706-05:00

Just the facts, to do with what you will. It's the therapy of truth; the exposition will come later, when time gives the perspective that living it cannot. Pick your life event: divorce, the need to move, and discontent at work, plus a few other lesser goods and evils thrown in for fun. I'm just happy to have a lot of good people around me. They are my love and my rock. Needless to say I've

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1139676657712474982006-02-11T11:40:00.000-05:002006-02-11T11:50:57.730-05:00

I wrote the following for our local newspaper. One of the most historic and beautiful buildings in the town I live in burned to the ground this week. It contained a number of establishments, but one was a difficult loss in particular, for me. I may just be getting too sappy...but hey, we've all had our own "Cheers'" at one time or another, so maybe you'll understand. ;) I just wanted to

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1137732792754118142006-01-19T23:48:00.000-05:002006-01-19T23:53:12.776-05:00

It’s a warm day in JanuaryMonths till the summer comesBut somehow the springtime Seems not far awayI’ve been writing too fiercelyLike the words that will lift meAre just within reach nowAnd coming on strongIcicles dripping,The water flows softly nowSlow like a riverWarmed low with the sunMaybe you’re winter nowWait till the summer’s hereI’ve got the mindTo let this free horse runSmoking this

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1137559036094382942006-01-17T23:35:00.000-05:002006-01-17T23:37:16.110-05:00

Boundaries, in the daylight,A certain clarity in mundane tasks;To wish the truth was sustenance enough,The meal prepared, not prelude to silence.Fences climbed at night,To find freedom in a pastureNot tilled in years, not fed With hands not guilty.The path to me, with gnarled rootsAnd treads mistaken for the higher road -I’m happy to invite you here,But walk with honesty, my friend.This path is

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1137188310873418582006-01-13T16:20:00.000-05:002006-01-13T16:38:30.933-05:00

It’s perilous to lie,And the great thread tugs at your mindMaking knots, like tiny pebblesSwimming inside a fragile shell Of truth.The games we playA misdirected arrow, since, by shooting manyWe’re bound to land a kill...and I don't want to kill no more;The tetherIs loosed.

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1137008654917078482006-01-11T14:34:00.000-05:002006-01-11T14:44:14.930-05:00

I just wrote about 1000 words of perfectly incoherent jibberish. So you're not getting THAT post. GOD DAMN it's only January 11th and I can already feel the Seasonal Affective Disorder creeping in. How the hell have you Canadiansmanaged to resist suicide this long?!If I don't get out of here I think I'm going to crack.(*this happy post has been brought to you by afghan opium farmers*)(*at least

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1136905054421302022006-01-10T09:49:00.000-05:002006-01-10T09:57:34.466-05:00

We won’t be putting each other high on a pedestal, Till the last trace of learned-our-lesson has its day;Can’t imagine going on without the fear of losing,Or with freedom to let something good walk away.You’re of the best familiar faces, but there’s nothing free;The touch you wake to feel, and doubt, is not your ownA million words, a thousand touches won’t fill up that spaceI watch with light

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1136824990066150252006-01-09T11:36:00.000-05:002006-01-09T11:43:10.080-05:00

The state of mind you’ve brought me toLike a rubber band stretched thinAn anchor in patience, an anchor in firePotential locked withinThere’s some great madness hidden hereWhen I can’t let karma beSpinning webs but telling truthWishing lies get washed to seaMy fortune always takes the wheelWhen I don’t know where to driveI’ve never needed compassesTo make it out aliveBut I feel you’re just my

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1136652683445654642006-01-07T11:36:00.000-05:002006-01-07T11:52:20.376-05:00

~Anne Morrow Lindbergh, 'Gift From the Sea'(It’s crazy...frightening...wonderful...unfortunate how we can often intensely communicate with someone we barely know...and yet such a lack of communication with someone we know so well. Do we just lose interest? Is there nothing left to talk about? That part of it seems easier to understand. But the intensity of random acquaintances, much less so.

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1133113516100067132005-11-27T11:59:00.000-05:002005-11-27T12:45:19.520-05:00

It's noon on Sunday. I've had a cold for a week and I think now it's turned in to pink eye. I spent about three days visiting three households of relatives (probably infecting them all in the process), keeping my mouth shut and successfully avoiding gluttony. I came back to an apartment with a full litterbox and empty fridge, both of which have now been remedied, and no matter how much laundry

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1131371930306486362005-11-07T08:50:00.000-05:002005-11-07T08:58:50.383-05:00

Last night on 60 Minutes, Tom Brady, Quarterback for the New England Patriots, had this to say about his successful career in the NFL:“Why do I have three Super Bowl rings and still think there's something greater out there for me? I mean, maybe a lot of people would say, ‘Hey man, this is what is.’ I reached my goal, my dream, my life. Me, I think, ‘God, it's got to be more than this.’ I mean

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1131154454348660942005-11-04T20:18:00.000-05:002005-11-05T12:34:49.446-05:00

I've been neglecting putting this here for way too long: The 54-Hour Movie ProjectThe Deal: Friday 6:00 PM a sentence is announced as the theme of the project. Each team will create a motion picture based on that sentence.Sunday, Midnight: Deadline. Each team's movie is then uploaded and added to this website.The next 54-Hours began today, so you should see some new movies by Sunday night. ...

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1131073467970851432005-11-03T22:02:00.000-05:002005-11-03T22:04:27.986-05:00

September 27th??!!Sorry guys. I just need some time to catch up. Won't be long.Can't you just spend time looking at the pretty pictures? Do I have to entertain you constantly?!

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1127837641637086472005-09-27T12:12:00.000-04:002005-09-27T12:14:02.280-04:00

I have to say, unfortunately, that I'm not too excited about my workplace these days. I like most of the people I work with, but the sterile environment is a little suffocating and a cause for mild anxiety. One of the few personal touches I find respite in is iTunes. They may be able to take away my eccentricities, but they can't take away my music. Alas, for the sake of everyone around me

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1127780466856454672005-09-26T20:13:00.000-04:002005-09-26T20:21:06.863-04:00

Apparently, disappearing from here for awhile doesn't mean I'm not still on the same page...Missusess made a video...and so have I! Admittedly, however, not as enchanting as hers. More like...rednecks in heaven. But if you've ever wondered how we:a.) find more firewoodb.) stoke the "huge massive" (what we affectionately call our out-of-control fires), orc.) how IT guys take out revenge on

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1127423596706503472005-09-22T17:10:00.000-04:002005-09-22T17:13:16.750-04:00

I'm the only one left in my office. Everyone else has gone home early. Any normal person might ask, "So what the heck are YOU doing there?"For some reason, now, I have the urge to write. No particular topic, really, just a feeling that it's something I should do. The past few months have been more of an internal reflection period than a time of action. Considering that I MAY tend to act

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1121818577406575492005-07-19T20:15:00.000-04:002005-07-19T20:36:22.020-04:00

The fact that my blog dashboard tells me that my last post was July 18th doesn't really mean much. Really, my last post wasn't since...well, some time in March. Inbetween has just been filler. It might keep some of you mildly entertained, but not for long.What people who get so addicted to this realize is that life goes on, and sometimes you need to walk away. I'm not just talking about the

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1121712974838423042005-07-18T14:54:00.000-04:002005-07-18T16:15:21.490-04:00

I'm not writing. Now, anyway. I am, however, taking LOTS OF PICTURES. Feel free to browse and comment. :-)

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1117537794918480972005-05-31T07:09:00.000-04:002005-05-31T07:09:54.923-04:00

Just when you thought I was spending all my time working:

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1114030927827511212005-04-20T17:01:00.000-04:002005-04-20T17:02:50.546-04:00

You are a maniackiller.It doesn't matter who they are and what theyhave or haven't done. You still want to killthem. And for a simple reason only; it's fun.Seeing people in pain is like ecstasy. Maybeyou have some sort of mental problems or youare this way because of previous deep scars,only you know. But now you are sadistic andmaybe you only like to see a special group ofpeople be in pain (e.g.

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1114029240164490822005-04-20T16:23:00.000-04:002005-04-20T16:34:00.166-04:00

I KNOW! I KNOW! I am a POOR EXCUSE for a blogger!Last week was my last at the temp job...everyone thought it funny to make it a busy week and throw lots of work on my desk. :-) That was fun.The weekend consisted of lots of cleaning and looking around for a new vehicle which we're probably not going to get anyway...but it took hours.Some drinking happened.I started the new job on Monday, and

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1113418717412568942005-04-13T14:57:00.000-04:002005-04-13T14:58:37.413-04:00

Some people had to take a different route home from work yesterday!

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1112793776230952872005-04-06T09:21:00.000-04:002005-04-06T09:22:56.230-04:00

STATE COLLEGE -- Penn State student Matthew Melvin, 21, told police he was assaulted by two white men about his age about 2 a.m. Monday on the sidewalk in the 100 block of East Beaver Avenue.Melvin made the report to police from Mount Nittany Medical Center, where he was treated for a swollen left eye and a chipped tooth. Police said Melvin told them that one of the two men walking toward him

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1112785594896535222005-04-06T07:06:00.000-04:002005-04-06T07:06:34.896-04:00

Thank God there are still superheroes in this crazy world!

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CATS have been taking up a lot of my free time lately. In the large grassy area that connects our backyard with all our neighbors live about six wild cats...three females, two males, and one young kitten. There are a number of areas locally that have had problems with hoarders or feral colonies, but I had no idea this existed outside of large cities until I started noticing the ones under our

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1112366570657455442005-04-01T09:35:00.000-05:002005-04-01T09:42:50.660-05:00

Busy!!!Some good news and some crazy transitions....first off, I OFFICIALLY HAVE A NEW JOB! It's always nice to know people are calling each other and saying nice things about you. I always knew that if I could just get a damn interview, everything would be fine. I put a spell on you, because you're mine.So, now I have no more than two weeks at the temp job. What shall become of my weekday

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1112124962061106022005-03-29T14:35:00.000-05:002005-03-29T14:36:02.073-05:00

After apparently stalling on the highway for a few days, our heroine has finally entered the last stretch of her commute to her day job. Off in the distance, the mutant trees stand naked in support of their power-line support peers.No, really, I have no idea what's up with these trees. There is nothing built there; there doesn't seem to have been a fire; I don't understand why someone would go

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1112043938136668322005-03-28T16:05:00.000-05:002005-03-28T16:05:38.140-05:00

It was this time last year when we moved into our apartment. Much warmer, then, as I can remember. A few more new shoots and forsythia emerging from the frost."Boy, this yard needs a good raking," I thought.Our dog and cat were happy for the yard, and promptly took to christening it with poop. I took to cleaning the poop and the leaves, and cutting back the overgrown vines on our big old maple

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1111765923850247272005-03-25T10:50:00.000-05:002005-03-25T10:52:03.853-05:00

Share a secret.

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A long time ago, this blog had a theme.But like all things, themes are hard to sustain without a little conscious dedication to your craft.My craft, in this case, would be driving. Windows open, highway, blue skies and sun, curves, trees, loud music and rushing wind. Driving.Unfortunately, this pesky little thing called winter tends to put the brakes on this craft, so to speak. Lucky for me,

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When we last saw our heroine, she was trapped in the travel lane on the outskirts of town. The sun had risen an hour ago, leaving the evildoers behind in the night. Now, staring out through a streaky, dusty windshield, she sallies forth through the perilous farmland... ...I SAID - perilous FARMLAND. OK, FINE. "Now, staring out through the streaky, dusty windshield, she sallies forth

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(All recognition for the idea for this post goes entirely to Jamie, who started with pictures of buffalo and will hopefully continue when the weather improves!)I have to say that I love my morning drive. I walk out the door by 6 A.M., so most days it is dark. But lately, the light has been breaking earlier, and the scenery is pleasing with a cup of coffee and a good CD. Since the dull gray of

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1111087796075924302005-03-17T14:29:00.000-05:002005-03-17T14:29:56.080-05:00

There have been a number of things I’ve considered posting about today, but I can’t seem to narrow down a good topic, so let’s just have an abridged overview, shall we?Number One:Today is St. Patrick’s Day, which only means one thing to the college crowd in this town. You get up early, don your kilt, and stand in line at the Phyrst by 7:00 A.M. to begin a full day of Green Beer and Irish Car

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1110992722526791312005-03-16T12:05:00.000-05:002005-03-16T14:01:47.393-05:00

Yesterday I accused all you people who don’t take the time to create a home-cooked meal of contributing to the obesity of our society. Sorry ‘bout that.I didn’t really mean that, specifically. I’m just acting the part of spokesperson for cooking. Because it’s not as scary as it looks, and is so much more enjoyable!And as proof, I’d like to expose you to one of the grandest traditions of

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Amen to Leslie.Before anyone goes shrugging off the idea of being a “modern housewife”, let’s take some time to define exactly what this job entails. And, more importantly, why I could totally be one.There isn’t a shred of doubt in my mind that women should absolutely, positively be able to pursue any career they damn well please. If you and your husband will both go through life with full-time

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1110475086999152152005-03-10T12:18:00.000-05:002005-03-10T12:20:54.940-05:00

Where will we find new sources of energy when our oil runs out? Here's my suggestion: static electricity generated by Northerners in winter. Just a thought. It's that time of year when Pennsylvanians everywhere get closer to the cliff of cabin insanity than they've ever been. We never knew we'd be able to stuff that many used tissues into one tiny bathroom wastecan. In fact,

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1110301328992092662005-03-08T00:13:00.000-05:002005-03-08T12:14:05.353-05:00

One of the things that I love about a town like ours is the constantly changing selection of live music. Every so often, really good bands come...and go. Though some of them consist of students passing through, many are local musicians who start their careers here. Some are lucky enough to branch out and perform nationally. But one thing many of these talented musicians hang on to -

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A little shameless self-promotion!You have six hours left to buy our movie camera!! Always wanted to really make a movie?Recording your child's formative years with your cell phone camera?Are you (all all your friends) writing a screenplay?THEN BID ON THIS!

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I mean, really, Richard Branson can obviously do no wrong.Plus he's hot.If I ever fly for the first time, I think I'd enjoy it that much more if it were on Virgin. Or with a Virgin. Or something.But if Fossett is the pilot, I'm going to suggest a couple stops. Land is sort of nice, too. Speaking of which, we've all missed our chance to win our own seat on a suborbital flight. Tempting it

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Behind Dr. Grovich's (childhood dentist) office in Conyngham, during local festival.Drinking wine, with a parent, glass disappearing/reappearing and we comment on how strange that is.I learn at that moment how to make myself disappear for a moment, just like the glass.Suddenly I'm a child, using my mind to make myself disppear, which in my mind means I have to picture myself floating away and

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Thanks to this homage to being local by Mrs. S., I found a little bit of fodder for a post, on this uninspiring end-of-winter duldrum day. :-)I've mentioned before how many times I've moved (see #11), and in some ways I knew that our current location probably wouldn't last. Consequently I've never felt entirely settled. We moved out of downtown State College and into Bellefonte for a number of

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Well, I think the interview went pretty...well. :-) Of course, all the difficult prerequisite questions were asked, but I was pleased with myself and my answers! Even got a few laughs out of 'em when I told them about a "mistake" I made at a job and how I fixed it. Interviewing with four people is interesting, though. In many ways it's more difficult, although I almost found it more relaxing

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I have a job interview in one hour. Hopefully when I come back I will be that much closer to no longer being a "temporary" employee.I hate the usual interview questions. I never know how to answer the really ridiculous ones in a way that sounds honest.Name a situation where you had to deal with a difficult person in the workplace and how you did so. Well, there was that one time where I

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Rachel Bissex lit up a room. Not just the stage, not just when she spoke or sang, not only when all eyes were on her. Even when we came to see her just two months ago, in her home, where she was playing cards with her son and winding down from a busy weekend, while she was coughing but laughing and talking of the future, even as all of those things went on around her and inside her, even

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We found out late last night that our cousin Rachel Bissex has lost her battle with breast cancer. Rachel was a beautiful, powerful, wonderful woman who was responsible for reuniting my husband with a side of his family that he had been apart from for most of his adult life. Due mainly to religious and lifestyle differences, this separation was something that could only be repaired by

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With the speediest attention ever paid to something so unsatisfying, we have managed (nearly entirely due to my husband's legwork) to pay our taxes already. Though it is somewhat more satisfying when you are poor, and you know that the government actually owes you.Until, of course, that fateful moment, when you discover that the proud and respectable contribution one of you made, in the form of

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I took a break from the routine and went to see Dr. Ruth Westheimer speak last night. What an adorable little woman! You would think the adorableness would wear off after you heard "penis" come out of her mouth fifteen times, but it doesn't. Not even after "masturbation". NOT EVEN after "anal sex".But she's right, you know...in her quote from the Talmud..."A lesson taught in humor is a lesson

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It's all about the inanimate objects today.Throwing themselves upon my head, breaking themselves so my car door won't shut, driving themselves into my path so I almost rear-end them. I suppose this space heater is probably going to shoot flames at me before the day is done.At least it's sunny out!Oh wait, skin cancer. Nevermind. Never fight an inanimate object. P. J. O'Rourke

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This has to be one of the saddest stories I've read in awhile. An elderly man is sick and hospitalized, and his friends decide to clean up his apartment and throw out all his artwork? I don't care how offensive they may have found it to be. Stick it in a closet somewhere! Anything! The poor man. Was he just a dirty old man? Just collecting smut? I don't know. But it seems as if some of

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I've finally gotten around to reading the recent biography of Frank Zappa by Barry Miles. I'm only about a quarter of the way through it, but MAN, what a CRAZY childhood the guy had! Some highlights: His father worked for a military installation that tested various chemicals and things, and he often brought home MERCURY for them to PLAY WITH. Frank and his brother would put it on the floor

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1108042512118451212005-02-10T08:34:00.000-05:002005-02-10T08:41:19.880-05:00

Sometimes I really like these quizzes. ;-) You drive men crazy with your "playing hard to get act" Except, it's really not an act at all. You're a strong, sexy woman with her own life and interests. And makes men even more interested in you! What Kind of Sexy Are You? Take This Quiz :-) Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.

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I *wasn't* going to do this, but I like it, and I every time I feel I bring this blog down with me I need to lift it's spirits a bit afterwards, sooo..... From Jack, via April: YOUR SENIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL [What year was it?] 1993-1994 [What were your three favorite bands?] Probably Ani Difranco, Fleetwood Mac and a lot of Ska. [What was your favorite outfit?] Anything coupled with

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I am forcing myself to write. Bringing random thoughts together, those ones floating around in my head that can't quite grab on to each other. It's like the part of a puzzle that's a big blue sky, and where the hell are you supposed to start? All the pieces seem to fit together, yet none of them do. You can have the corners, you have the outline, you have the edges...and then you're left with

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1106750909600409012005-02-07T03:58:00.000-05:002005-02-07T15:58:41.826-05:00

(I'm reposting this, since there are now additional pictures here.) Welcome to my home. Well, not really mine...I haven't lived there in over 10 years. But, it won't be ours much longer. My parents have decided to sell it and move in April. They're starting to pass things on to me already. Can't say I'm thrilled, but the new place sounds nice. More land, actually, but fewer stairs.

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It could not possibly have been a more beautiful day. We've had poor luck at camp lately; always seems to rain. But Saturday was clear, sunny and warm. Almost takes all stress away. :-)

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Case of Saranac lager: check. propane: check. brand spanking new binoculars that haven't been used since christmas: check. homemade chicken soup, weiners 'n buns: check. johnny cash: check. Ability to drink for a second night and stay up way too late at camp: damn, I can't seem to find that anywhere!

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Thursday, 12:53 pm. 32 degrees. Cloudy, flurries. A night of mildly intoxicating revelry is nearly upon us. Train of thought post commences. Three and a half more hours of work. Check email, check blogs, work, check email, check blogs, work. Get paid. Shop for groceries. Care for animals. Care for wild animals. Care for myself. Wings. Beer. Jukebox love. Handy Delivery Taxi. Sleep.

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I guess the horoscope was right, since this is my fourth post in the last 3 hours. However, I would be remiss, as would all PA bloggers, if I didn't take a moment to wish you a HAPPY GROUNDHOG DAY!!!! Sorry, Georgia, it's ours. :-)

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Perhaps taking a little cue from Tara and her fortune cookies, the humor and thought I receive from reading my horoscope occasionally is worth a post or two, I think: The good news is this: For the moment, you'll be especially unbridled in the department of conversation -- an astrological 'additive' you really didn't need -- but you'll also be so wildly, unpredictably charming that no one will

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1107346878088566012005-02-02T07:21:00.000-05:002005-02-03T09:33:08.850-05:00

Alright, after much personal introspection I have decided to try out this Haloscan business. Of course, doing this has deleted all of my comments from previous posts. I suppose I could go through the hassle of trying to retrieve them all...after all, your words are important to me. But, eh...what's done is done. Anyway, with skepticism and caution: Haloscan commenting and trackback have been

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I need to give a big loud shout out to Couch for linking to this guy. You have no idea what level of entertainment you can bring to the day with this. PLEASE go there right now. LOL, all day...made work so much fun just watching him!

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I want you all to know that 1) This took way too long and I'm still not satisfied with it, 2)It was on my mind all weekend, so much so that I started writing down songs I heard when I was like "oh! i forgot about that song, it should be on the list!" and 3) I think it's really funny that blogs have homework. So here you go, version number one: Tunes: 1. Song that sounds like happy feels: "

deahsellanoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1106833881996716532005-01-27T09:02:00.000-05:002005-01-27T09:02:25.620-05:00

I have two posts in draft. I don't know why. I can't seem to finish things this week, and I keep getting interrupted. I lived in an apartment. It was the hub of activity. It had many goods and many bads. It's one of those places that I know I could never go back to (the way of life, at least), but I enjoy going back in thought and my inner child laughs her head off every time! We had a

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Scientists believe they have determined that you're only as ancient as your parasites. Apparently, lice form new species every time their host does, which makes them "excellent markers for tracing human evolutionary history." Proving that your boyfriend a couple caves over (you know, the one with that scary brow ridge) was giving you cooties long before it was ostracizing you from the lunch

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Let's make the load heavier for a moment, shall we? My father retired this past year, after being a history professor for at least 35 years. There were two main classes that he taught: Western Civilization, which was just a basic, introductory class that most freshmen end up taking, and History 143: The Holocaust. No one in my family is Jewish. I've never asked, and never been told, but I

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From the Daily Collegian, our student newspaper (or so they think): Burglary: Ten bottles of alcohol, three 12-packs of beer and several electronic items were stolen from a State College residence sometime last week, State College Police said. The crime was reported to police at about 6 p.m. Thursday. An estimated value for the electronics was not available. ______________ No, of course not!!

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We got POOTIE TANG in the house. That's all I can say.

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Not to bore you with another East Coast blog post about the snow, but.... Nothing kicks the daily functions of life in the balls like a good, debilitating blizzard. :) As long as you've got a market and a bar within walking distance, though, life is good. And a grill. Want some ribs? :)

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It's 3:00 p.m. Usually, the way it works here is I leave work at 4:45, and somehow I don't find time to blog all weekend. I come back into work Monday morning, and hopefully have some inspiration (or aggravation) to blog on. We're due to have a blizzard on Saturday. (You want to see it for yourself? Watch the football games!) I have been waiting for a huge snowstorm, so I hope they aren't

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Sometimes I am just fucking insane. I have begun to do what I said I would. I brought two of my old journals with me today and have been reading them. Do you ever really change? Does your life just continue to go in circles? Do the choices you make lead you back to the situations you are comfortable in, even if they are bad for you? Do you just draw parallels between yesterday and today,

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As if we didn't know this already. This kind of stuff literally makes me nauseous. I rarely used the stuff, and then went ahead and got a whole set of nonstick pots and pans which have slowly peeled, and I've thrown them out as they have. Again, Cast Iron, definitly the way to go.

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According to the "Which Big Lebowski character are you?" quiz: Why don't you check it out? Or we cut off your Johnson! Fucking right, dude!!

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