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Does anyone have just cell phone service instead of also having a land line? Marie and I are contemplating making the switch. I'm hesitant because I don't like cell phones and wanted to get some feedback if any of you (or people you know) have done the deal.
Jan. 20th, 2004
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blueangeldanie
1.What is your favorite thing about being married?
Having someone who challenges me and loves me unconditionally. It's a feeling of comfort like no other.
2.What is the story behind your LJ name?
Long story short - starting in junior high through present, I very rarely smile in pictures (wedding photos being the exception). I think I wrote up an explaination of the story in my journal, I'll see if I can find it for you. My theory is that smiling is the natural response, which makes it boring. In retrospect, you kinda had to be there ;)
3.Now that the Packers are out of the running who are you rooting for now?
Either team would make me happy, but I think it's going to be a boring Superbowl. I'm just pleased that the Eagles choked (again).
4.What is your least favorite chore to have to do?
Ironing. I'm terrible at it. Marie and I have a deal that I take care of all snow removal/lawn mowing and she does the ironing. Sucker!
5.Are you really as calm and laid back as your LJ makes you seem?
I'd like to think so. I get aggitated while driving, but am constantly reminding myself to keep things in perspective. Most things, 20 minutes later, don't matter in the grand scheme of things. So just take a deep breath, and let it go.
blueangeldanie1.What is your favorite thing about being married?
Having someone who challenges me and loves me unconditionally. It's a feeling of comfort like no other.
2.What is the story behind your LJ name?
Long story short - starting in junior high through present, I very rarely smile in pictures (wedding photos being the exception). I think I wrote up an explaination of the story in my journal, I'll see if I can find it for you. My theory is that smiling is the natural response, which makes it boring. In retrospect, you kinda had to be there ;)
3.Now that the Packers are out of the running who are you rooting for now?
Either team would make me happy, but I think it's going to be a boring Superbowl. I'm just pleased that the Eagles choked (again).
4.What is your least favorite chore to have to do?
Ironing. I'm terrible at it. Marie and I have a deal that I take care of all snow removal/lawn mowing and she does the ironing. Sucker!
5.Are you really as calm and laid back as your LJ makes you seem?
I'd like to think so. I get aggitated while driving, but am constantly reminding myself to keep things in perspective. Most things, 20 minutes later, don't matter in the grand scheme of things. So just take a deep breath, and let it go.
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Jan. 20th, 2004 02:54 pmIn a perfect world, we'd get together every other Thursday night. We'd meet at the coffee shop around the corner or the Chinese restaurant across town. It would be a standing invitation with no excuses. We'd be like the post office - obstacles be damned.
We'd explore the finer points of life. We'd argue for the sake of argument. We'd talk to the employees and treat them as individuals, not extensions of their corporate masters. We'd bring games and cards along. We'd draw up our plans to change the world. We'd doodle caricatures of other customers. We'd play out scenarios of their lives, quietly, at our table. We'd cheer up the grumpy and celebrate with the pleased.
We'd make demands of each other. We'd challenge each other's structure of belief. We'd debate the existence of everything - love, war, God, hope. We'd hone our conspiracy theories to perfection. We'd have membership cards and a secret handshake. We'd pay for stranger's meals. We'd be exclusive. We'd laugh until it hurt.
We'd live.
We'd explore the finer points of life. We'd argue for the sake of argument. We'd talk to the employees and treat them as individuals, not extensions of their corporate masters. We'd bring games and cards along. We'd draw up our plans to change the world. We'd doodle caricatures of other customers. We'd play out scenarios of their lives, quietly, at our table. We'd cheer up the grumpy and celebrate with the pleased.
We'd make demands of each other. We'd challenge each other's structure of belief. We'd debate the existence of everything - love, war, God, hope. We'd hone our conspiracy theories to perfection. We'd have membership cards and a secret handshake. We'd pay for stranger's meals. We'd be exclusive. We'd laugh until it hurt.
We'd live.