Jodi Arias ‏@Jodiannarias 43m
More thousands of styrofoam containers from Estrella's kitchen. At least the landfills won't go hungrey.
Looks like Einstein, the killer, cannot spell. Hungrey is spelled hungry.
Jodi Arias ‏@Jodiannarias 43m
More thousands of styrofoam containers from Estrella's kitchen. At least the landfills won't go hungrey.
Jodi Arias ‏@Jodiannarias 43m
More thousands of styrofoam containers from Estrella's kitchen. At least the landfills won't go hungrey.
To confuse you further on the time of the birth, CNN just announced William and Kate waited 4 hours before informing the public of the birth. :seeya:
nope, that hat doesn't fit you - you need a Minnie Pearl hat with a daisy...:floorlaugh:
No, NO- a boy!!!! :seeya:
Hi m :seeya:. How are you tonight? How's the weather in Iowa? It's really cool here today for July. :cold: But that's better than being :hot:.
I'm heading over to dude's house in about 20 minutes to get my stuff. Have your finger on the "ignore" feature because I'm sure I'll be back later, bawling like a baby. (and I swear I didn't shave my legs or fix my hair and makeup...)
I promise I'll stop whining about this one of these days.
You mean this old thang??
Tell you what! Since your my younger sister (mom always liked you best) and I've grown out of that hat, after all I have grown to be such an elegant woman :facepalm:and need to dress accordingly (please bow :floorlaugh, I'll give you the hat (I'm so kind and generous, as you well know :blushing.
(don't thank me now, in front of all our friends :facepalm:- you'll embarrass me :facepalm
How are you feeling today, my little one? :seeya:
(just got the internet back- don't know for how long- still no TV :stormingmad
I tried to find an answer for you and what I came up with is that four is not a magic number. Some have had many more and others have had only three names. There are some articles floating out there right now, if you care to look.
My understanding is that it is a tradition with European upper class to give their children three names. My son's father was born of an English (Scottish) father and French mother. The family served the crown in the colonies for generations; my son's dad was born in Morocco and prior to that generations had served in India.
When our son was born it took days to come up with the "right" names and we could not leave the clinic until a birth certificate, complete with name, was on file! Like all of the first born males, my son was named John first, followed by an unusual name with no tradition. The final name stumped Daddy John; it had to roll off the tongue with the other two names. Finally, he decided on Alexander, after his grandfather.
Son goes by Sunshine, which the doctor did not like at all and was not going to put on the birth certificate!
My English grandmother, commoner that she was, only gave my dear mum one name. No middle name.
I, on the other hand, was raised Catholic where all we had to worry about was making sure a saint's name was in there somewhere. I did not suggest Ignatius as a name for our son...LOL.
M, very proud of you. It takes strength and courage to confront things head on. We have your back which has a lovely phrase on it. :seeya:
M, very proud of you. It takes strength and courage to confront things head on. We have your back which has a lovely phrase on it. :seeya:
Seeing as you are only one state over, please bring me some food! :floorlaugh:
When are you heading home? :seeya:
Welcome back and thanks for my new hat! LOL
I'm sick as a dog and getting ready to swallow a bottle of Nyquil to knock me out. No one has brought me food! Shame on them. Nobody loves me and I miss my momma.
Thank you It went ok and I think I handled myself very well. I cried a little but he was very kind and respectful. As crazy as this sounds I couldn't ask for a better breakup lol. I truly have nothing bad to say about the guy. Time to move on now, right?
I was talking to a girlfriend tonight. She lives just outside of Atlanta, GA and works for DFACS. She was telling about some of the cases she's working on and it blew my mind. A few weeks from now I'm going to look back on my heartache and laugh, wondering why I let this consume so much of me. These kids she's working with will have to deal with their heartache for the rest of their lives. Really put things in perspective for me.
(I just went out on my patio to smoke and my neighbors are on their patio making out. BARF.)
Aww Daisy! I'm sorry you're not feeling well. I don't cook much but I did make a huge pot of pasta salad this weekend. I could bring you some of that! :blushing:
Get some good sleep and take care of yourself.
Perspective is what we get when we don't get what we want. It is invaluable and will serve you well. Didn't he look better in the rear view mirror?