Find sample blogs on a gazillion topics at Alpha Inventions More Than Just a Pretty Face I’ve moved recently, you know. Before the move, when I started to pack, a sort of vague uneasiness came over me, like you’re at work and you’re having company for dinner and it feels as if you’ve forgotten something but …
Then what does one do? … Well, if one is moi, and A.D.D.-afflicted, one reads good book and forgets about ink cartridges for a while. I got hooked on the Twilight series and fell in love with Edward Cullen, the eternal seventeen-year-old. I bought the first two books in the series via eBaY auction and paid less than $10 each including shipping. I couldn’t wait for shipment of the final two books and bought PDFs instead, also via eBaY. These were presumably scanned, because there are glitches: The word I’ll is rendered HI on the scanned copies.
And that means you have to factor $9.95 per month in with the eBaY listing fees and seller fees, which are conveniently laid out for you in a document that makes the U.S. Code look like a Little Golden Book.
I have found that meditation is really helpful with my A.D.D. symptoms, but I have not yet found a way to meditate while drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. Please do not think that I am one of those Maxine-looking women, skinny and flabby at the same time, chain-smoking, with her hair in curlers. My hair is way too short for curlers.
Here is my theory, which is based on my madcap drug-experimentation days, during which I took ONE Vicodin: People who are rich and famous NEVER have to be uncomfortable. They don’t have to sweat in the heat or shiver in the cold. In the winter they drive from one heated garage to another heated garage. All their physical needs are met instantaneously. So when they have pain of any kind, they just have their doctor-at-the-ready take care of it, and, wham, they’re addicted to painkillers, and the cycle toward death begins.
Attention-deficit-disordered persons spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to bridge the gap between where they are now and where they want to be. If it’s a one-step process, they do pretty well. If there are unexpected obstacles or corners they can’t see around, they take a nap or read escapist literature.
Stan Musial, now 88 years old, is one of the greatest baseball players in history, certainly the greatest to have ever played for the St. Louis Cardinals. Willie Mays, 77, who played most of his career with the New York and San Francisco Giants, may be the greatest all-around baseball player of all time. Nicknamed “the Say-Hey Kid,” he is the godfather of tarnished home-run hero Barry Bonds.
I am thrilled to have lived to see an African American president of the U.S. I am 61 years old. When I was growing up, even in Nebraska segregation was the status quo if not the law. I was a new mom in the late sixties, when Omaha experienced race riots in the stifling heat of two consecutive summers.
Tonya is clearly an enterprising young woman (at least she looks young in her photo) who intends to leave no tern unstoned, as we used to say back in the sixties, though Tonya is focused on marketing and the Flower Children were focused on… um… let me get back to you.
If you’re under a certain age, you need to understand the subtext of this 1977 video. Bing Crosby was very, very straitlaced and conservative, a strict Roman Catholic, and David Bowie… wasn’t.