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Ten films that should be Broadway Musicals.

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Why do people fall for things like this? This is the Snopes article regarding Barrack Obama's "snubbing of the troops".

No matter if you love or hate a presidential candidate, do you *really* think that someone savvy enough (or with savvy enough handlers) to *get* to that point politically would snub military personnel, *especially* when he's on a tour *in* a war zone?

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No wonder we need to buy Sam new jeans every few months. In looking at the measurements on the wall at the townhouse, we found that she's grown more than a *foot* since we moved to Martinsburg in July of 2005. I *think* it was more like a foot and a quarter, but we forgot to measure the measurements. Still, she's *definitely* the medium-sized child now...hey look! Sam's a medium verging on large! *Grin*

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A couple nights ago, Sam asked "Why can't I be a little lady?". I *think* this was something she got from Little House on the Prairie. I said something along the lines of "You can, but I don't think you'd be too happy. You like running around and playing in the dirt and not sitting quietly, even when you don't want to". She accepted this and went on with her life.

About ten minutes later, she was playing outside. I saw her running from a boy that was chasing her...five seconds later, she'd turned and was chasing him, with her hands up like a monster, growling at the top of her lungs.

I turned to Jeff and said "*That's* why she can't be a little lady." *grin*

I was also very good and didn't mention anything about the word lady carrying *so* much baggage that it could never afford to take a trip on Delta Airlines. Add little to the front and it'd have to walk, 'cause it would be over the weight limit of every plane in existence.

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Ohmighods. It's a thirty-four second video of a dreaming baby puppyface. Little *tiny* baby puppyface, too. It is to squee.

Btw, I still don't have sound, so I don't know if the puppy's making noise or what the background is like. But baby puppyface doesn't *need* sound.

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I did not sleep well. Though, for accuracy's sake, I suppose the sleeping itself was fine. No nightmares that I remember. It was the waking up every hour/couple hours that got me down.

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The balcony is closed, Roger Ebert's essay about the end of his show.

(no subject)

Ten films that should be Broadway Musicals.

~~~

Why do people fall for things like this? This is the Snopes article regarding Barrack Obama's "snubbing of the troops".

No matter if you love or hate a presidential candidate, do you *really* think that someone savvy enough (or with savvy enough handlers) to *get* to that point politically would snub military personnel, *especially* when he's on a tour *in* a war zone?

~~~

No wonder we need to buy Sam new jeans every few months. In looking at the measurements on the wall at the townhouse, we found that she's grown more than a *foot* since we moved to Martinsburg in July of 2005. I *think* it was more like a foot and a quarter, but we forgot to measure the measurements. Still, she's *definitely* the medium-sized child now...hey look! Sam's a medium verging on large! *Grin*

~~~

A couple nights ago, Sam asked "Why can't I be a little lady?". I *think* this was something she got from Little House on the Prairie. I said something along the lines of "You can, but I don't think you'd be too happy. You like running around and playing in the dirt and not sitting quietly, even when you don't want to". She accepted this and went on with her life.

About ten minutes later, she was playing outside. I saw her running from a boy that was chasing her...five seconds later, she'd turned and was chasing him, with her hands up like a monster, growling at the top of her lungs.

I turned to Jeff and said "*That's* why she can't be a little lady." *grin*

I was also very good and didn't mention anything about the word lady carrying *so* much baggage that it could never afford to take a trip on Delta Airlines. Add little to the front and it'd have to walk, 'cause it would be over the weight limit of every plane in existence.

~~~

Ohmighods. It's a thirty-four second video of a dreaming baby puppyface. Little *tiny* baby puppyface, too. It is to squee.

Btw, I still don't have sound, so I don't know if the puppy's making noise or what the background is like. But baby puppyface doesn't *need* sound.

~~~

I did not sleep well. Though, for accuracy's sake, I suppose the sleeping itself was fine. No nightmares that I remember. It was the waking up every hour/couple hours that got me down.

~~~

The balcony is closed, Roger Ebert's essay about the end of his show.