tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312594072024-03-07T00:41:22.891-08:00Work BreakTaking procastination to a whole new level...mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-75536378775295220582007-03-30T11:45:00.000-07:002007-03-30T11:50:22.896-07:00Thursday morning...Corbin - Mom, they told us yesterday that we don't have school today because it is too cold.<br />Me - Well, its really not that cold outside, remember?<br />Corbin - They said it was too cloudy to have school. <br />Me - I don't really think they cancel school because its too cloudy.<br />Corbin - Really. We have to stay home today. No one else will be there.<br />Me - (not wanting to fight the battle) We'll see.<br />Corbin - Mom. For real. It is too cloudy for school.<br /><br />I guess he was more eager to go after he ate his breakfast, because I didn't hear anything more about it. But when we got home last night, he got the pen that goes with our dry erase calendar and wrote "NO SCHOOL" really big over today's date. <br /><br />I think he is ready for a break. Good thing Easter break comes next week. 51/2 days off.mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-30154130722237499582007-03-29T07:59:00.000-07:002007-03-29T08:08:37.451-07:00My life this weekWhile at the grocery store...<br /><br />Corbin: Mom, can I get a toy?<br />Me: No, I just bought you new movies and gave you those toys from my trip.<br /><br />(later at the checkout counter)<br /><br />Corbin: Well, if I can't get a toy then I am getting some gum. (He has taken to experimenting with different methods to get his way - right now it's being authoritative.)<br />Me: No, you haven't behaved while we were at the store, so you don't get any gum.<br />Corbin: You are a SINNER!<br />Me: Um, what? (silently cursing the Catholic school decision)<br />Corbin: You are a sinner and that means you are a lier!<br />Me: (silence)<silence><br /><br />*****<br /><br />This morning on the way to school:<br /><br />Corbin: Mom, only 174 more days and I will be in first grade!!<br />Me: (exaggerated excitement) Yea! You're so big!<br />Corbin: (rolling eyes - also a new habit) I didn't want you to be excited about it.<br />Me: Uh, okay.mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-39635672943369634682007-03-20T10:43:00.000-07:002008-12-10T21:22:06.221-08:00Fixing to leave<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLABfgERdSUae1ADRYiH3-JvIOGMvK22YdpvU-X5VXAqh2aA8NEwpKQAEeE77ciBHZEi67exu__dswmznfa4G_eZi6Lyk7XcbLjroKsVQWACoYNV1usDHAFpjC6_5Wn2Syyufi4Q/s1600-h/Mom+and+Corb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044068458662155810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLABfgERdSUae1ADRYiH3-JvIOGMvK22YdpvU-X5VXAqh2aA8NEwpKQAEeE77ciBHZEi67exu__dswmznfa4G_eZi6Lyk7XcbLjroKsVQWACoYNV1usDHAFpjC6_5Wn2Syyufi4Q/s320/Mom+and+Corb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3J5ctM6fEkmawJvQfYPOcScUOuksVnalWGHaARhN5LAL6r4uEaEhwFK09RrN2ddWN-R83fj-yIFf64OSNfPR-Ex8sLWqThahu-6WN-Mz954bw4EpcieDdqUHlolk5oo-lD1s_Q/s1600-h/Mom+and+Corb.jpg"></a><div><br />Above is a pic from the wedding Corbin and I were in this past November. What a handsome man. </div><div><br /> </div><div>So I'm am headed to sunny Orlando tomorrow on a business trip. While the trip will be a fun one - one where I get to basically walk around theme parks, my excitement is muted by the many mental notes I am making on what I need to do both at work and home before I leave. What I need to pack. What needs to get cleaned up and what can wait until the weekend (I wish I had thought ahead like that before I left dishes from tacos in the sink all weekend while I went to the lake - oh the smell). And of course, preparing Corbin for 2 1/2 days without me. While I know he will have a blast being spoiled by his grandparents, I also know that he is very routine oriented (as I have become as well). And I know that he tends to get a little anxious when he has to be without me during the school week. He could care less on the weekends as long as he gets to play the whole time. I know that many people talk about the challenges and joys of parenting, but the part that pains me the most, is never feeling complete when I am not around my little one. He truly is a part of me, almost an extension of my own body. I don't know if all parents feel that way, or if my feeling is more intense because its just the two of us and he <em>literally </em>is my life. So I am anxious preparing for this break. I know that once I am gone the days will go by quickly, but anticipating that time pains me. I can remember the last time I left for this amount of time - I had to take deep breaths and quickly refocus my attention after getting off the phone with him to avoid crying. Of course, he was much younger then. Anyway, perhaps its just that I remember well the feeling of missing my parents when they would leave town and I hate to think that he might feel that way.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I know that everything will be fine, he will have fun and we will have the weekend to spend together. But all of this makes me wonder. If I feel like I am missing my right arm when I am without him now, how the hell will I make it through college?! Yep, I am already fearing the fact that someday he will grow up and have his own life. While that is exactly what you want for your children, its terrifying.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, so this was a rambling mess of thought, so I will end it with the statement that can legitimize anything you ever say - "I'm just saying." </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div>mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-37579445286396447912007-03-14T14:01:00.000-07:002007-03-14T14:10:55.604-07:00Spring on DelmarSo, it could be a sign of adult onset of ADD, but I seem to be unable to ignore the sounds from outside lately. It's especially bad now that I've had the windows open at work lately. In the past two weeks, I've witnessed:<br /><ul><li>A man peeing on a building across the street in clear view of everyone driving by. When he was done, he got in his minivan and left. I was shocked. I really didn't pick him as a minivan man.</li><li>A couple getting in a screaming match. Through the windows it was hard to make out what the fight was about, but at the end, as she was walking across the street "giving him the hand", I swear he asked her if she wanted some chicken. (There's a Churches next door.) So my conclusion is that she was mad at him because he never does nice things for her, and he offered her some chicken. She did not take him up on the offer.</li><li>Just now, I witnessed a couple getting kicked out of Pin Up Bowl across the street. Judging from the words exchanged, there was some disorderly conduct. Not only did a police car show up, but a paddy wagon as well. Too bad the offenders walked down the street and out of sight about 10 minutes ago. Not so impressed with the response time. </li></ul><p>Stay tunes for updates on what's goin' down on Delmar.</p>mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-41808334015164458762007-03-12T09:23:00.000-07:002007-03-12T09:25:20.106-07:00Sounds like the men who try to woo me. When men try to woo me.<span style="font-family:arial;">PERHAPSMY PICKUP LINESNEED WORK.<br />BY </span><a title="mailto:FFERRI@GMAIL.COM" href="mailto:FFERRI@GMAIL.COM"><span style="font-family:arial;">FRANK FERRI</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />- - - -<br />If I were a saccharimeter, and a lab technician in the research-and-development department of a major candy manufacturer's headquarters were to place me in you (but not in a dirty way, for you are simply the syrupy base for a potential new candy product, and I am just an instrument that can help determine your level of sweetness), the reading would be so far off the Brix scale that the technician would not, in good conscience, be able to recommend that the company proceed with manufacturing you on a large scale, for you would be much too cloying and, as further analysis would prove, quite dangerous to the target demographic of children ages of 8 to 14 (but I, on the other hand, would find you perfectly sweet).<br />- - - -<br />If I were diabetic—and, judging by my family history, my eating habits, and my elevated fasting glucose levels, chances are good that I am well on my way—and I were to eat you (again, not in an improper way but in an honest-to-goodness-my-blood-sugar-is-dropping-and-I-really-need-to-eat-something-fast way), there would be a good chance that after just one nibble of you, my pancreas would experience such a shock and my sugar levels would soar to such astronomical levels that I would enter a state of hyperglycemia and would suffer the related horrible effects, culminating in a hyperosmolar nonketotic coma, which means that I would be in severe trouble should you not take me to the emergency room immediately—but it would all be worth it, as long as I came out of it relatively unharmed—and I would have a second nibble, for your sweetness is an elixir that I could not live without, no matter the risks.<br />- - - -<br />If I were again to eat you and again out of hunger and nothing more, but this time my pancreas was a perfectly functioning one that secreted the proper amount of insulin, and I had a pretty standard health-insurance plan with average dental coverage, the snack of you would have repercussions for months to come, for I would visit my dentist and he would diagnose me with a heretofore unseen aggressive form of advanced tooth decay, and he would be alarmed at the rate at which my teeth had rotted since eating you, and he wouldn't believe that I brush my teeth three times a day and floss twice daily (admittedly, the flossing is a lie), and my teeth would be so pitted and hole-ridden and gruesome that he wouldn't believe I've never done crystal meth, and I would fall deeper into credit-card debt to pay for the enormous amounts of dental work required because of how sweet you are.<br />- - - -<br />If you were a new breed of chili pepper, you would be shiny and exotic and have nice smooth skin, and I would slice you in half and remove your stem but keep the inner ribbing and seeds (where the heat of the pepper is concentrated), which would prove to be a huge mistake, for I would mince you and add you to the ground turkey mixture that I'd be cooking and using as the filling for my low-fat baked empanadas, and I'd take one taste and immediately regret not researching the Scoville rating of you-as-a-pepper (which would somehow rank higher than pure capsaicin), and I'd begin to sweat and tear because you are so damn hot, and you'd think I was gross and had some sort of glandular problem, and I'd take the knife I used to slice you in your chili form and I'd plunge that knife into my heart because I couldn't bear it if you found me repulsive.<br />- - - -</span>mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-63911782910062516252007-03-08T13:18:00.001-08:002007-03-08T13:18:41.121-08:00I'm comin' backmindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1159887787397318622006-10-03T07:59:00.000-07:002006-10-03T08:03:07.396-07:00Welcome Fall<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/1600/HPIM1139.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/320/HPIM1139.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1159279860588017012006-09-26T07:04:00.000-07:002006-09-26T07:11:00.596-07:00Don't Hassle the HoffWhat this video needs is David Hasslehoff stuffing a giant fish in his mouth...oh wait.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJQVlVHsFF8"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJQVlVHsFF8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1158765299965278262006-09-20T07:45:00.000-07:002006-09-20T08:15:00.016-07:00Bending it like Beckham<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/1600/HPIM1080.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/320/HPIM1080.jpg" border="0" /></a>mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1158763452795394482006-09-20T07:35:00.000-07:002006-09-20T07:44:12.840-07:00First Day of kindergarten...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/1600/Fall%20047%20(2).jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/320/Fall%20047%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/1600/Fall%20039%20(2).jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/320/Fall%20039%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /></a>mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1156874955854250582006-08-29T10:40:00.000-07:002006-08-29T11:09:15.946-07:00Foods that start with the letter "X"At Corbin's kindergarten orientation today, we were told that there is a project called "Eat the Alphabet" or something like that. Basically, each child chooses a letter and on the designated day, the child brings in a snack that begins with that letter. So I took Corbin over to the sign up sheet and we talked about what letters would be good and what he wanted. I gave him the pen and said, "Sign up for one." His pen moved up and down the page as he perused the options only to settle on...X. Before I could say anything he was writing his name on the line next to X. I nodded, not wanting to disppoint him, but X? What food starts with the letter X? All I have found is a rare fruit from Africa called a ximenia fruit. Not thinking that is available at the local supermarket. Aw, the joys of parenthood. But seriously, as soon as he wrote his name next to the letter X, my heart was pained by how much I love that boy. I can't believe he is his own little person...starting kindergarten.mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1155242223704518522006-08-10T13:27:00.000-07:002006-08-10T13:37:03.753-07:00Flying turdsThis story made me laugh as I am making my lake plans for the weekend:<br />From <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/08/09/jetski.sturgeon.ap/index.html">CNN</a>:<br /><br />WILDWOOD, Florida (AP) -- A man riding a personal watercraft was injured after a 4-foot-long sturgeon jumped out of the water and hit him, wildlife officials said.<br />Blake Nicholas Fessenden, 23, was heading north on the Suwannee River on Sunday when he was hit and fell off the craft, according to a statement from the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission. Fessenden was knocked unconscious.<br />His girlfriend was riding another watercraft behind him and was able to get to Fessenden and hold his head above water before passengers on another vessel arrived to pull him from the water, officials said.<br /><br />Although the chances that I would get hit by any type of flying fish are slim to none as I am fairly convinced that there are few creatures still alive in that lake. Chances are I am more likely to get hit with a flying piece of poop or something equally disgusting. Who wants to go swimming?mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1155075518721097982006-08-08T15:05:00.000-07:002006-08-08T15:18:38.743-07:00The latest debateAccording to details from a Reuters story, Antoine Yates was keeping a 10-foot tiger and a 6-foot alligator as pets in his New York apartment. This was discovered after an anonymous tip led the police to find Yates in his apartment screaming from the pain of a leg wound that exposed the bone. The genius then claimed that he was bitten by pit bull because CLEARLY a wound from a 10-foot tiger looks somewhat like that from a pit bull. Good cover there, buddy. I am glad your 450-pound tiger mulled you. So anyway, he was suing the city for searching his apartment without a warrent to confiscate the wild animals he was keeping as a pet. Clearly, a violation of constitutional rights. Although, shouldn't I be able to live in the comfort of knowing that my crackhead neighbor is not raising deadly animals? I do feel comforted in knowing that no matter what kind of stupid, idiotic thing I do, there will always be a lawyer willing to take my case. <br /><br />Here is the important question I pose to the two people who actually look at this blog: if the tiger and the alligator got in a fight, <em>who would win</em>? We had this very discussion at work today. I mean, the tiger has size and strength, but the alligator has speed and a generally pissed off disposition. It's a toss up. <br /><br />Can't believe someone would want an alligator for a pet. You can't spoon with an alligator like you can a tiger. Well, until the tiger eats your face.mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1154984424702261832006-08-07T13:51:00.000-07:002006-08-07T14:00:25.746-07:00If you can't beat 'em, join 'emAfter being absolutely appalled about the fact that Mel Gibson's DUI and subsequent anti-semitic remarks have gotten at least as much or more U.S. media coverage as the wars raging in the middle east, I finally read an article that made me succumb to the madness. <br /><br /><a href="http://people.aol.com/people/article/0,26334,1223467,00.html">http://people.aol.com/people/article/0,26334,1223467,00.html</a><br /><br />So, the latest star to defend Mel is Patrick Swayze. <br /><br />"The Dirty Dancing star calls Gibson "a wonderful human being (who) is not anti-Semitic." Blaming Gibson's problem with alcohol, Swayze said on British television's GMTV, "People say stupid things when they happen to have a few, and especially if you don't drink anymore, or have limited your drinking for a long time and all of a sudden you decide to have one too many with the boys – you are stupid."<br /><br />Patrick Swayze is still alive? And doing interviews? Who knew?<br /><br />(Source: <a href="http://people.aol.com">People.com</a>)mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1154542913308913532006-08-02T10:59:00.000-07:002006-08-02T11:21:53.366-07:00Quote of the week"Mom, if I were magic, I would never disappear you."<br /><br />"I love you too, buddy."mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1153772575548581762006-07-24T13:08:00.000-07:002006-07-24T13:22:55.573-07:00Personalized plates and bumper stickersSo the other day I was driving home from work and was behind someone with a license plate that just said "dyke." All I could think was "How do you go to the DMV and ask for that plate?"<br /><br />"Would you like to purchase a personalized license plate?"<br /><br />"Yes, I would."<br /><br />"And what would you like it to say, m'am?"<br /><br />"I think I will go for dyke. D-Y-K-E. Yeah, I think that will do."<br /><br />That would be a little awkward.<br /><br />Then I am driving to work today and am behind one of those people who apparently think the whole world wants to know anything and everything about their political views and just general likes and dislikes. You know the type. They still have Gore/Lieberman campaign stickers on their cars because instead of sticking bumper stickers ON THE BUMPER they have actually affixed them to the paint on their car. This is a huge pet peeve of mine.<br /><br />This car in particular had one sticker that said something classy like "If you can read this you are in range," which made me want to ride as close to him as possible in defiance. Then right next to it was a Pro-life/Pro-God sticker. Ironic? I think so.mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1153337129009305212006-07-19T12:24:00.000-07:002006-07-19T12:25:29.020-07:00Lou Dobbs' CommentarySome interesting thoughts:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/07/18/dobbs.july19/index.html">Dobbs: Not so smart when it comes to the Middle East </a>mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1153250142412208052006-07-18T12:12:00.000-07:002006-07-18T12:15:42.423-07:00I just threw up a little...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/1600/pamela_anderson.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/320/pamela_anderson.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />According to <a href="http://www.people.com">People.com</a>, Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock will tie the knot in a couple of weeks. "I've raised my kids alone in hope of a miracle," Anderson writes on her website. "Well my miracle came and went. And came back and came back because he knew that I'd wake up one day and realize that I was waiting for nothing. I'm moving on ... I feel like I'm finally free ... I'm in love. I'm happy." I am not sure what she just said, but I am taking bets on the duration of the union.mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1153245433555776552006-07-18T10:22:00.000-07:002006-07-18T10:57:13.583-07:00The one where I fought off Tropical Storm Alberto...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/1600/HPIM0716.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/320/HPIM0716.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So, in mid-June, Corbin and I went to Destin, FL with my parents. A good time was had by all, but on our first night, as we were basking in bellies full of shrimp and gin, we heard that Tropical Storm Alberto could turn towards us. By Monday morning (3rd day), our beach was covered in water, the no swim signs were up and the sky looked ominous in the distance.<br /><br />Alas, at the last minute the storm went back east (I think due to my "do not ruin my only beach vacation this year" glare and my toddler-like temper tantrum that was very close to emerging should it rain for more than an hour). The sun came back and we ended up with beautiful weather for the remainder of the week.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/1600/HPIM0907.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/320/HPIM0907.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/1600/HPIM0778.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/320/HPIM0778.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/1600/HPIM0766.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/320/HPIM0766.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/1600/HPIM0720.3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/320/HPIM0720.3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/1600/HPIM0641.2.jpg"></a>mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1153236288684967242006-07-18T08:10:00.000-07:002006-07-18T08:24:48.723-07:0015 to 3!?!I hate to criticize my boys in red, but 15 to 3?! Did any of the actual Cardinals play or did they experiment with letting the bat boys have a couple at bats? Maybe some people from the crowd? 15 to 3 is not acceptable for any major league score.mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1153174001123719112006-07-17T14:59:00.000-07:002006-07-17T15:06:41.136-07:00My closet crush is single again...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/1600/celectra.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/320/celectra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />According to <a href="http://people.com">People.com</a>, Dave Navarro and Carmen Electra have split up. Which means I can now pursue him because, <em>clearly</em>, I am his type. I know he is kind of weird with all of the tattoos/piercings, etc., but he is just a little guy. You kind of just want to toss him over your shoulder and skip home.mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1153170822269153342006-07-17T14:11:00.000-07:002006-07-17T14:13:42.283-07:00Slugger<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/1600/Baseball%202006%20039.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/320/Baseball%202006%20039.jpg" border="0" /></a>mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1153169337805144922006-07-17T13:43:00.000-07:002006-07-17T13:48:57.820-07:00Bigger news than potty-mouth president?Not sure if this is completely accurate, but it seems like the prospect alone should get a higher headline than "Jennifer Aniston: 'Friends' reunion would be fun" or "Oprah to readers: If we were gay, we'd tell you."<br />---<br />India develops bird flu vaccine<br />Special Correspondent<br />NEW DELHI: The Indian Council of Agricultural Research (ICAR) has developed a vaccine against bird flu. This was announced here on Sunday by Agriculture Minister Sharad Pawar at the 77th annual general meeting of the ICAR Society.<br />The vaccine was developed at the High Security Animal Disease Laboratory, Bhopal, the only facility in the country to conduct tests for the H5N1 variant of bird flu. It was entrusted with the task of developing a vaccine by the ICAR after the Avian Influenza outbreak in February. The ICAR provided Rs. 8 crore for the purpose.<br />ICAR Director General Mangala Rai said this was a big step forward as till date, India was importing the vaccine. "Viral diseases, such as the Avian Influenza, do not recognise boundaries, and the development of the indigenous vaccine will go a long way in tackling bird flu effectively. Since the disease has got recurring possibility, further research would focus on developing another type of vaccine," she said.<br />Mr. Pawar said the National Agricultural Innovation Project would increase the income of farmers and ensure livelihood security. The project would be launched later this month with World Bank assistance.<br />"The project envisages targeting the rural poor and disadvantaged groups such as women as beneficiaries of agricultural technology generation and dissemination in consonance with the Government's objectives, as expressed in the National Policy on Agriculture," he said.<br />On stagnation in wheat production, Mr. Pawar said remedial measures ought to be evolved to improve productivity. "Improving growth of the total factor productivity calls for enhanced investment in research, extension and in creation of necessary infrastructure leading to the efficient use of energy, inputs and other resources."mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1153163604885097772006-07-17T12:03:00.000-07:002006-07-17T12:13:24.910-07:00A little perspective, please...So, a huge deal is being made over the president getting caught using an "expletive" during a conversation with Tony Blair at a photo opp. Now I am certainly not one to defend this man over many of his decisions, but come on. With everything else going on, is this really that big of a deal?<br /><br />"The president was expressing frustration at the United Nations' stance on the Israeli-Hezbollah conflict in Lebanon. (<a href="javascript:cnnVideo(">Watch Bush use the 's' word during a chat with Blair -- 1:31</a>)<br />Apparently not expecting an open mike to pick up his remarks, Bush told Blair: "See the irony is what they need to do is get Syria to get Hezbollah to stop doing this s___ and it's over.""<br /><br />Source: CNN.commindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31259407.post-1153159814127802902006-07-17T11:07:00.000-07:002006-07-17T11:10:14.136-07:00I want this shirt...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/1600/Jake_Ryan_Sixteen_Candles.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/3208/320/Jake_Ryan_Sixteen_Candles.jpg" border="0" /></a>mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369406129374163852noreply@blogger.com0