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27 September 2004

I have been having very odd dreams as of late. I have been having dreams of people, places and things. I feel like an School House Rock song here with these dreams.
These are the type of dreams that one gets when they are just drifting off to a deep sleep or awaking from one.
Some of the people that I have been dreaming about are people that I have not seen or thought of in years. And some of the recent scenes from my dreams were of events that have been (were) long forgotten. It was nice to remember people and places that I have not thought of in years. All have been pleasant in theory. Some have been sad as I look past as I know what happened to these once upon a time happy people. It is nice to know that there was a time where hard feeling and anger were not the first reaction that I had to these people and places.
My dreams have not been made up people, places and events for the most part – they have been things that actually have happened.
Last night’s dream made me laugh this morning as I was waking up. I was explaining to Dave why we needed to get Pyrex and my love of it when we were in Linen’s and Things when we were about to move in together. It was a very happy memory. Oh, and in case you are wondering why I always buy Pyrex, I can use it both in the lab and in my kitchen at home.



We can all thank Parick for this one!

Once upon a time, there was a Presidential election that was too close to call. Neither the Republican presidential candidate nor the Democratic presidential candidate had enough votes to win the election. Therefore, it was decided that there should be an ice fishing contest between the two candidates to determine the final winner. There was much talk about ballot recounting, court challenges, etc., but a week-long ice fishing competition seemed the (manly) way to settle things. The candidate who catches the most fish at the end of the week wins.

After a lot of back and forth discussion, it was decided that the contest would take place on a cold, remote lake in Maine. There were to be no observers present, and both men were to be sent out separately on this remote lake and return daily with their catch for counting and verification.

At the end of the first day, Kerry returns to the starting line with 10 fish. Soon, GW returns and has zero fish. Well, everyone assumes he is just having another bad hair day or something and, hopefully, he will catch up the next day.

At the end of the second day Kerry comes in with 20 fish and GW comes in again with none.

That evening, GW's daddy gets together secretly with GW and says, "I think Kerry is a low-life cheating son-of-a-bitch. I want you to go out tomorrow and don't even bother with fishing. Just spy on him and see if he is cheating in any way."

The next night (after Kerry comes back with 50 fish), George Senior says to GW, "Well, what about it, is Kerry cheating'?"
"He sure is, Dad. He's cutting holes in the ice."
- David Brooks Arnold

22 September 2004

From me.
Getting ready for a wedding can really suck!

From Kate.
Patriotism is supporting your country all the time and the government when it deserves it. -Mark Twain, author and humorist 1835-1910

20 September 2004

Ooops! let me fix that last line:
I guess that teaches me that when I bitch at a ichine for not working, its friends find out and get revenge for it...

I was just on the phone checking up on the printer guy that never came this morning as our printer is on crack. As I am talking to someone at the company, and I hear a motor running and I start getting dragged downward...it seems that my lab coat got into the paper shredder paper slot and was being shredded. Thankfully someone in the lab was able (to stop laughing long enough) to unplug it for me...but I think that everyone will be laughing about this for a long time...My poor lab coat is okay, and now has a nice "shredded" pattern going on – but only on the bottom half of it. I guess that teaches me to be bitchy about work that was not done on time.

11 September 2004

(thanks thefishingline.com!)

10 September 2004

An open note... 

Dear Kitten,
I love you. You know this. But MUST you awake me at 4:30 am by banging on your food container? It is metal, and thus it sounded like the natives banging on the drums getting ready for some sacrifice! It was a bit disturbing, to say the least. It did not help when a few minutes later (as I was still trying to figure out what the noise was) when you ran into my room and pounced on the bed like you were being chased. It was only when we started to look around the house for the sound and you ran up to the can did I realize that it was you making that noise. Who would have ever thought that you would have such a talent for playing the food drums?
Please note, from now on, you are not considered one of the natives or one of the “up and coming” local acts - so please stop playing the food can, especially before the alarm goes off!
Thank you,
The Management

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