True story. I nearly failed home economics because I couldn't make jell-o! I hate jell-o. It has NO place in my home for ANY reason.

I picture this Lamm character as one of the villains in an Ayn Rand novel.

Aww, my dog did that all the time after losing a rear leg. I made it a rule that anyone who saw her do that had to go give her a good ear, neck, and back scratch.

Wow such judgement comments. "Here's a project: lose weight." And "thinking she will drop dead at 40." It's almost laughable that people like you think you are perfect or something. Just by your comments I can tell you are far far from it!! It's not people like her who disgust me, it's people like you!

Ashley was also a nurse at Loma Linda Children's Hospital. At the memorial site (where you can read her biography), parents of her patients are leaving messages about what a wonderful Mom she would have made.

(reaches for more hankies)

I spent about a week in Yangshuo. It was winter time, so it didn't look like the photo, but it was still a neat place. None of the buildings were heated, including the hotel and restaurants. I bought some silk pajamas to wear under my other clothes at night to sleep in because it was so cold in the room.

I wake up some mornings and don't want to get out of bed and the only things on the agenda are good coffee and a bad newspaper.

It's sad that all of these (except for Rupert Grint) are from another generation, when successful people took time to appreciate the fans who made their success possible.

2 years ago, I bought a Firefly book and mailed it to Joss Whedon, asking him to sign it for me. He couldn't be bothered. About 6 months later, I sent him another letter, asking him to at least return my book, signed or not, in the self-addressed stamped enveloped I'd provided. Again, he couldn't be bothered. Arrogant prick.

Wow. I can't get my insurance to cover a poultice of pigeon droppings, even with a letter from my doctor!

The adult penguins are just sorry for that poor disabled chick with wheels instead of feet.

I love how the woman is always in the wrong. Do this, do that, don't do such and such. "It's all for you, Damien!" oops! I mean "It's all for you, Mr Right!" Like the guy is some real prize who isn't silently farting into his chair or rearranging 'the boys' whenever he thinks he's got a private (pun intended) moment.
FYI: For anyone who's ever had to wear nylons with garters here's a clue: Those garters can snap off at the worst times. Either the woman fixes the problem asap or she will have *gasp* saggy stockings! Anyone notice Mr Creep ogling the lady who's trying her best to look nice for the guy? A gentleman would look away and pretend it never happened. Ladies? WE WILL NEVER WIN!!!