I've been seeing all these shows on tv talking about celebrities we've 'lost' this year. Like Richard Pryer, Rosa Parks, Johnny Carson, to name but a few. It's the 'lost' that gets me. Like maybe if we just look around that corner, we'll find them. We didn't 'lose' them, they died. We're all going to die some day. It's perfectly normal. What's not normal is 'losing' someone.
Do they shoot guns off at midnight on New Years Eve where you live? It's a frightening tradition here in the metro Detroit area. The idiots who do it just don't seem to understand that what goes up--the bullets--must come down. For all those who don't shoot off rounds of live ammunition at the stroke of the new year, and for the next hour and a half, we stay in the house and away from windows to lessen the chance that we'll get shot.
Tawny
Friday, December 30, 2005
Have you read Patricia Cornwell's newest book, Predator? I'm reading it now and I like it. I've pretty much liked all of her books, except for the one she wrote about Jack the Ripper. That went back to the library after about two chapters.
While I read a lot all year round, the cold days of winter are perfect for curling up with a good book and an afghan in the recliner.
Do you have plans for tomorrow night, New Years Eve? I'm staying home. I have a pile of dvds, some cds and my book to keep me occupied. Friends are going to a party at a club, but I've ever been fond of going out on NYE. I don't like the crowds, and I really don't like all the driking and driving. The only years I've been out on NYE have been when I was working as a bartender.
If you feel like talking tomrrow night, give me a call.
Tawny
248-615-1300
www.tawnyford.com
While I read a lot all year round, the cold days of winter are perfect for curling up with a good book and an afghan in the recliner.
Do you have plans for tomorrow night, New Years Eve? I'm staying home. I have a pile of dvds, some cds and my book to keep me occupied. Friends are going to a party at a club, but I've ever been fond of going out on NYE. I don't like the crowds, and I really don't like all the driking and driving. The only years I've been out on NYE have been when I was working as a bartender.
If you feel like talking tomrrow night, give me a call.
Tawny
248-615-1300
www.tawnyford.com
Thursday, December 29, 2005
My plan had been to tell you about this incredible contest that Metro Times, the free weekly alternative paper in the metro Detroit area, was running, then suggest you enter it online. Then if you won it, what with you not being from around here, suggest that you give the prize to me (smile)! But the contest they have advertised in the paper edition of this week's issue, Big Ass Holiday Gift Package, is not the one shown on the contest page. Oh well.
But there is a really interesting article on the front page of the online edition (www.metrotimes.com)--Power Walking Down the Year by Jack Lessenberry. You might want to check it out.
Today has been incredibly dark and gloomy. I left the house around 9am to go run errands and had to use the headlights. It never got any better.
I seem to be affected by dark and gloomy days. I've gone through my house and painted all of the walls bright and cheery colors in an attempt to off set the winter lack of sunshine. And I bought a desk lamp at Sam's Club that is supposed to simulate sunshine. Neither are much help, although it would probably be worse without them.
Here's hoping it's a sunny bright day where you are.
Tawny
But there is a really interesting article on the front page of the online edition (www.metrotimes.com)--Power Walking Down the Year by Jack Lessenberry. You might want to check it out.
Today has been incredibly dark and gloomy. I left the house around 9am to go run errands and had to use the headlights. It never got any better.
I seem to be affected by dark and gloomy days. I've gone through my house and painted all of the walls bright and cheery colors in an attempt to off set the winter lack of sunshine. And I bought a desk lamp at Sam's Club that is supposed to simulate sunshine. Neither are much help, although it would probably be worse without them.
Here's hoping it's a sunny bright day where you are.
Tawny
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Was watching a borrowed dvd last night, The Brothers Grimm (doesn't qualify for even a half a thumb up, it was horrible!), and got to thinking about priorities. You know the message from the feds that starts each dvd off? About how if you copy a dvd you can get a prison sentence and a $250,000 fine?
It's a perfect example of America's priorities.
What sort of a sentence does a child molester get? Generally speaking, they get very little time. And they certainly don't get slapped with a monetary fine of a quarter of a million dollars. And this is despite the fact that they have wreaked havoc in a child's life.
But copy a dvd, wow!
tawnyford@webtv.net
It's a perfect example of America's priorities.
What sort of a sentence does a child molester get? Generally speaking, they get very little time. And they certainly don't get slapped with a monetary fine of a quarter of a million dollars. And this is despite the fact that they have wreaked havoc in a child's life.
But copy a dvd, wow!
tawnyford@webtv.net
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Ran across this on the internet and laughed myself silly. Thought you might get a giggle out of it too.
Ten simple rules for dating my daughter.
Rule #1:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule #2:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule #3:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule #4:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule #5:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, or other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need to hear from you on this is "early."
Rule #6:
I have no doubt that you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule #7:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for a movie you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule #8:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule #9:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule #10:
Be afraid. Be very afraid, it takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Saigon. When those memories return, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
hugs, Tawny
Ten simple rules for dating my daughter.
Rule #1:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule #2:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule #3:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule #4:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule #5:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, or other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need to hear from you on this is "early."
Rule #6:
I have no doubt that you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule #7:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for a movie you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule #8:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule #9:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule #10:
Be afraid. Be very afraid, it takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Saigon. When those memories return, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
hugs, Tawny
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