January 17, 2009

• xanga is warning me that I will be forced to use the “newer version” on 1-20. That just stinks!
  I don’t wanna change my setting!!! *stamps feets*
  
  Why are they dumping this version. I do not like the photo album thing.
  I like being able to put photos on my blog and click on them to biggify.
  How can you do that with the newer version?

  Xanga is slowly but surely turning me away from blogging. This might be the last straw, but I will fiddle with some things,
  perhaps write my blog in ‘Pages’ first then paste it here.

  So, what is new?
  Yes, it is cold here too (20 degrees). Hubby and I have been going for a long walk almost everyday
  (I have very chapped lips to show for it. note to self: put chappiestick on the shopping list for tomorrow)

  Oh goodness are you prepared and excited for the anointing of the messiah?
  
  I am already feeling all hopey and changitude
  A blizzard on Tuesday would be cool too

  Speaking of blizzards, Blizzie is back at college. She is quite happy. She will have a very heavy schedule this semester
  (5 classes, 2 are dreaded, tedious economics classes).
  This past semester she received straight A’s for her 5th consecutive semester (no “dresses for C’s” earned).
  Yes, she is brilliant and every time she comes home I feel
  more and more stupid. We did have a fantastic month with her home though. She and I have such a good time together, we are so much alike.
  We are both quite prissy, and… everything is hilarious. That is about it. Every way else I guess we are different.
  She does not skate, she plays much much much better piano than I.
  I am hyper, she is calm.

  I have been really busy doing all sorts of stuff. One of which, presently I am working on a nutty project for my parents.
  They want to recover their bar stools.
  I think they should toss them and buy some new ones (they have plenty of $$)
  They love their old crusty bar stools so I am *sigh* looking for fabric to recover them.
  Last week, I went to the JoAnn fabric store and got some swatches of fabric that I thought would look okay and be fairly simple to sew with.
  I brought the swatches over to my parents house and … no, the fabrics did not look good with the rest of the room.
  So, this morning I bundled up and went back out, this time with camera in hand and that old bar stool seat. I think I have found something better.
  I sent the photos to mom and dad….
  Quite honestly, choosing the fabric is pretty easy for me. The sewing is going to be innnnnteresting.
  I am not sure… luckily there are only three stools. They look so shabby. The bottom part will require only the use of a staple gun (which I have)
  the top part will need some custom fitting, which might require some thinking, brainwork… alertness…. coffee and chocolate.

  I have been skating twice a week. The schedule has been irregular and this next week, I am not sure I will venture out onto the Washington beltway.
  It could be a zoo out there. i just hope my parents do not have an emergency this week. I do not know how I would get out to their place from here!

  Here are a few pics.
  the ratty barstool seat with some pretty fabric I know my mom will not approve:
  
  Oh I think she would like that but it would not go with the huge rug from India in the family room

  I like this… I think the parental peeps will too
  

  

  mom, Bliz and me on her 86th birthday last week-end.
  
  We got her these snaz flowers

  last pics: the kitties
  Pierro. He is so wonderful. Oh my.
  
  he is a very sweet kitty. quite afraid of strangers but seems to know family.
  As seldom as Christabelle comes over, he is not afraid of her at all.

  

  Princess: doing so wonderful. Tuesday will be one year since her sweet brother Caesar died
  she is in good health and very content.
  Every day is a blessing with her. She will be 18 in April.
  

  They even enjoy each other’s warmth, well, Pierro loves to snuggle with her
  sometimes he tries to sit right ON her.
  
  hanging out together in Prinnie’s paradise room upstairs
  

  Be well, sweet and wonderful friends.
  you are loved by me

  WHO AM I??
  I was raised in one country but my father was born in another.
  I was not his only child. He fathered several children with a number of women.
  I became very close to my mother because my father showed little interest in me.
  Then my mother died at an early age from cancer. Later in life, questions arose over my real name.
  My birth records were sketchy and no one was able to produce a reliable birth certificate.
  I grow up practicing one faith, but converted to Christianity because this was widely accepted in my country.
  But I practice d non-traditional beliefs and did not follow mainstream Christianity.
  
  I worked and lived among lower-class people as a young adult before I decided it was time to get serious about my life and I embarked on a new career.
  
  I wrote a book about my struggles growing up.
  It was clear to those who read my memoirs that I had difficulties accepting that my father abandoned me as a child.
  
  I became active in local politics when I was in my 30s and then burst onto the scene as a candidate for national office when I was in my 40s.
  I had a virtually non-existent resume, very little work history, and no experience in leading a single organization.
  Yet I was a powerful “charismatic” speaker who managed to draw incredibly large crowds during my public appearances.
  
  At first, my political campaign focused on my country’s foreign policy.. I was critical of my country in the last war.
  But what launched my rise to national prominence were my views on the country’s economy.
  I had a plan on how we could do better. I knew which group was responsible for getting us into this mess.
  
  Mine was a peoples campaign.
  I was the surprise candidate because I emerged from outside the traditional path of politics and was able to gain widespread popular support.
  I offered the people the hope that together we could change our country and the world.
  
  I spoke on behalf of the downtrodden including persecuted minorities such as Jews,
  but my actual views were not widely known until after I became my nations leader.
  However, anyone could have easily learned what I really believed if they had simply read my writings and examined those people I associated with.
  But they did not.
  
  Then I became the most powerful man in the world And the world learned the truth.
  
  Who am I?
  
  

  Adolf Hitler

  
  Life is full of obstacle illusions. 
  ~Grant Frazier

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