Yes, Rosie and I have

Michelle December 14, 2002

Yes, Rosie and I have been talking about Passion of late. Trying to formulate the sentences to explain our frustration and disappointment and worry. [shall return to this subject soon] in the mean time, from kv (the girl, not the page):

a duck walks into a bar.
"do you got any bread?" he says to the barman.
"no," says the barman, "sorry."
"do you got any bread?" says the duck.
"no, i just told you," says the barman, "this is a bar... we don't have
any bread."
"do you got any bread?" says the duck.
"no," says the barman, getting frustrated. "we don't."
"do you got any bread?" says the duck.
"no we do not have any bread! now git!" says the barman.
"do you got any bread?" says the duck.
"no we don't! stop asking and go away!" says the barman.
"do you got any bread?" says the duck.
"look, duck, if you ask me that one more time, i'm going to nail your
goddam beak to the bar!" says the barman.
"do you got any nails?" says the duck.
"no, for god's sake, we don't have any goddam nails!" shouts the barman.
"do you got any bread?" says the duck. --------

"You don't seem to understand,"

Michelle December 13, 2002

"You don't seem to understand," said the duck, "beagles aren't supposed to have wings." The beagle stretched his wings, the feathers softly rustling as he moved. "Danged if I know," he said. The duck waddled over to the window. "Looks like the pond is icing over." Beagle wasn't listening. He was busy lifting his newly formed wings as high as he could. "I wonder if I can fly" he said. The Duck snorted, "of course you can't fly, dogs can't FLY. If you could FLY," continued the duck watching the flurries of snow outside the window, "you wouldn't be a DOG." Duck turned back into the room, looking at the Beagle. The beagle smiled, "these things are *so* cool." The duck tilted his head a little, "yeh, they're all right.

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There is a pecking order

Michelle December 10, 2002

There is a pecking order in families. It's hard to know when you step up a notch, maybe you never do. I spent a few days at home this weekend - I look at the word "home" and wonder what that means to me these days. I've always referred to The Farm as home, but I guess that's changed now there are so few people living there. I think of Greg's place as home too. I don't think of the place I live as home. When Chris has to nag me to "go home" its because I don't really have one any more. I very well may have one soon but I don't have one yet. And haven't had one for a while. Maybe that's why my brother sleeps on people's couches - he doesn't have one either. I must be thinking of Home like a "home base".

Last night I gave notice to my Landlady. I'm on the move again. Packing? thankgoodness I never really unpacked. Looking for a bigger place for less money. *grins* I know, a dime a dozen. Let's see what I can find.

Driving back to Auckland from Waitara, through a thunderstormy Island, going was slow at times. Driving up Otaraoa Road to say goodbye to The Farm People and a lightning strike close to the car. I got a fright and Amy let out a loud "HOLY FUCK" and described the white light/orange firey ball that was too close for comfort. The rate of lightning strikes seems to have gone up in this country, or maybe its just the ability to record them or something. well we can say loudly ONE and verify it connected with the earth.

have your cake and eat it too

I'm so excited - the 18th of December is nearly upon us, and we all know what *that* means. I will buy my tickets on Friday. I'll buy two. Want to come?

what would i do for content without msn

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