July 31, 2002

This just in from The Global Fund for Women, the charity I blogged for during the Blogathon this weekend:

"On behalf of many super courageous women around the world,
Thank you!
Thank you!
Thank you!
for your spirit and generosity!
- The Global Fund for Women-"

Boy, do I feel great. I'd do it again in this weekend for the feeling I have right now, and every weekend after that. Well...eventually I would go insane from the sleep deprivation, but maybe it would be worth it...

We'll be back to regular programming soon, so keep tuning in. Thanks.

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July 28, 2002

Well, it's the morning after and I survived. I got some sleep. I'm feeling pretty good. I'm heading off to a very late brunch, more of a linner really, which will be my first foray into the world since Friday night. Here's one last pic, I gotta run!

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Well, we've reached the end. It's 6 a.m. and my first post yesterday was 6 a.m. So I've come full circle. I'm rubbing my eyes, I'm squinting at the screen, I'm finishing up my last Diet Pepsi.



Just because the Blogathon is over, doesn't mean you can't still give to The Global Fund for Women and I hope you will. It's a great cause. And I'm happy to say that I raised $545 for them today. Yay!

I wanted to take another minute to thank my sponsors. No more poetry, just a big THANK YOU to Heather, Mom and Dad, Susan, Teresa, Puh, Lillie, Peter, Joel, John Paul, Mardi, Joe, Karen, Ilene, Missy, Nancy, Landy, and Pattye. Thank you all so much. You're so great and you all just made my day.

I hope you enjoyed yourself. I did and tried to be entertaining. I think I'll be going to bed now. Please take time to check out the other bloggers in the Blogathon ring by clicking on the ring graphic in the lower left corner of the main Musings page, everyone worked really hard! Congratulations to everyone, we made it!

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Shoe of the Hour



Kate Spade


Ah, Kate Spade, there had to be at least one of your shoes in this crazy long post. So lovely and elegant. Black and white slingbacks. nice cross-over top strap. And a clever little touch, a toggly button on top. I would wear these with an above the knee black skirt and a black sweater with a white collar.

I'm participating in the 24 Hour Blogathon for charity. I'm updating my site every 30 minutes for 24 hours. I'm getting loopy from sleep deprivation and heavily caffeinated. But I hope to make a lot of money for Global Fund for Women which supports women's human rights organizations around the world. Please sponsor me by clicking the Blogathon button below my pic on the left or by clicking this link and filling out the form. Thanks.

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Well, I've thanked all my sponsors now, except one anonymous one. Thank you, oh anonymous one. They're supposed to send out an email which will tell me the email address of the last person who sponsored me, before the end of this thing, so I might have the chance for one last bad poem.

I'm definitely fading. My dad actually stayed up until 4 on IM with me, keeping me company. Awfully nice of him. I told him to go to bed several times. No sense in both of us being up. Just finished watching X-Men. Not much longer now. 1 more hour.

Ah, as I sit here, the sponsorship email came in. My last bad poem is...

Landy O
Who I'm glad to know
Lives with Tommi
Who's a mommy
He loves Buffy
And rubber duckies (I don't know this last one, actually, but I'm darned tired and I'm taking the rhymes where I find them.)
We go to dim sum
And drink some rum
He gave me some videos
He's rather fastidious
He sponsored me
Gets the last of bad poetry

Thank you, Landy!

I'm participating in the 24 Hour Blogathon for charity. I'm updating my site every 30 minutes for 24 hours. I'm getting loopy from sleep deprivation and heavily caffeinated. But I hope to make a lot of money for Global Fund for Women which supports women's human rights organizations around the world. Please sponsor me by clicking the Blogathon button below my pic on the left or by clicking this link and filling out the form. Thanks.

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Shoe of the Hour



Bebe


I like these cloggy things, saved from being a clog by the tall narrow heel. I like the nice grayish blue color. And the top is made from leather, suede, and denim, which is an interesting mix. I'd wear these with a jean skirt and a wrap around blouse.


I'm participating in the 24 Hour Blogathon for charity. I'm updating my site every 30 minutes for 24 hours. I'm getting loopy from sleep deprivation and heavily caffeinated. But I hope to make a lot of money for Global Fund for Women which supports women's human rights organizations around the world. Please sponsor me by clicking the Blogathon button below my pic on the left or by clicking this link and filling out the form. Thanks.

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My parents met in college. They got engaged, got married on graduation day, and had my sister later that year. Voila, instant family. At 22 they were adults with a kid, struggling to get by, my mom with hair down to the small of her back and my dad's nearly as long. They worked. Dad went to school. In a few years, I came along.

Dad stayed home with us, babysitting and watching soap operas. Dad read the best Dr. Seuss stories. He did all the voices. Her sped through the most nonsensical of them. We made him go faster and faster.

Mom worked to support us. She was a payroll clerk. We lived in a condemned house, waiting for the final notice. There was a hill across the street that was great for sledding.

One day Mom decided to go to law school. She wanted to do something with her life. She liked to argue. It made sense. Dad decided to go, too. We moved to a better house. My parents were 30 or so when they went back to school. We're late bloomers in my family.

They studied hard. I remember sitting at home, watching TV or playing in the living room, my mom hard at work in the little study next door to me. I remember them taking us to the school with them, wandering the orange-carpetted halls, playing with office supplies, playing on the dollys. I don't know why a law school had dollys, for the heavy lawbooks maybe.

I remember when my parents went to find out if they'd passed the Bar Exam. My sister and I were sitting at home watching How the West Was Won and they came home, so happy and excited. My dad told us the story, how Mom had cried and everyone thought she had failed.

We moved to the country after that, Mom and Dad both getting good solid jobs where they made enough money for us to rent a house, which we eventually bought. They wanted to live somewhere safe. When they'd been in school, someone had gotten raped down the street from us. They wanted to protect us.

My parents raised us well. We have respect for the earth, for people of all colors and creeds, we believe in equal rights and human rights, we have good moral centers.

I used to love hearing my parents argue. It wasn't fighting, it was debating. They were so intelligent and verbal--they never talked to us as if we were babies. Which is probably why we're both writers now.

My parents gave me the basis of everything I am. Sure, I've tweaked it quite a bit, I'm certainly my own person, but who would I have been if I'd been raised by middle-aged republicans in Florida? I shudder to think.

So thank you, Mom and Dad, for everything you gave me, including the sponsorship in the Blogathon! You're my heroes! I love you.

I'm participating in the 24 Hour Blogathon for charity. I'm updating my site every 30 minutes for 24 hours. I'm getting loopy from sleep deprivation and heavily caffeinated. But I hope to make a lot of money for Global Fund for Women which supports women's human rights organizations around the world. Please sponsor me by clicking the Blogathon button below my pic on the left or by clicking this link and filling out the form. Thanks.

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Shoe of the Hour



John Fluevog


Ok, these are just odd, but fascinating. I can't imagine trying to walk in them. Basically a thong built on miniature girders. $250. Hmm. Not really my thing. Very interesting tho. If I wore them, I suppose it would have to be with some sort of silver metallic Star Trek-ian dress.

I'm participating in the 24 Hour Blogathon for charity. I'm updating my site every 30 minutes for 24 hours. I'm getting loopy from sleep deprivation and heavily caffeinated. But I hope to make a lot of money for Global Fund for Women which supports women's human rights organizations around the world. Please sponsor me by clicking the Blogathon button below my pic on the left or by clicking this link and filling out the form. Thanks.

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Nancy and Peter were at a conference together. Nancy, tall and thin with strong features and a stronger will was planning on going to bed early to be fresh for the lectures in the morning. Peter, sweet natured and fun-loving, wanted to go out and party. He convinced Nancy to go out to a club.

After a couple of dances, Nancy decided to go home, Peter still out on the floor shaking his booty.

On the way home, Nancy ran into a crowd of people. She weaved her way through them to see what the problem was. There was a man on the ground, writhing in pain. Nancy slipped away down a back alley and quickly slipped on her mask.

"I can help you!" Nancy cried, rushing forward.

"Who is that masked woman?" everyone shouted. Nancy ignored them all. With superhuman speed and precision, she performed open-heart surgery on the man, so quickly that no anesthetic was needed. Moments later, the man wobbled to his feet. Wiping the sweat off his brow, the man turned to Nancy and shook her hand.

How can I ever thank you? Please tell me who you are." Nancy shook her head and smiled calmly at the man.

"No need to thank me. All in a day's work." With that, Nancy lept into the air and flew off over the roofs of the buildings. The man called after her, "You're my hero!"

Meanwhile, Peter was dancing up a storm in the club, shaking his groove thing. Suddenly, a group of terrorists rushed in, guns in hand.

"Everyone, stop shaking your groove things! We're taking you all hostage!" Everyone ran screaming in various directions, until the terrorists shot a warning shot in the air. Everyone stopped, their groove things still shaking but for different reasons. Peter started inching his way toward the bar.

"Everyone stay quiet and you'll get out alive. We just want our demands met."

Peter inched closer to the bar, finally leaping behind it. Like all good bartenders (at least in movies and bad short stories), the man had a shotgun behind the bar. He was cowering under the sink, though, all thoughts of shooting people gone from his mind. Peter, however, grabbed the gun without a second thought. He made sure it had shells, stuck a few extra in his pockets, and with a quick steadying breath, he jumped onto the bar.

With a mighty shout, he began shooting. His superhuman reflexes allowed him to wound two of the men, reload, and take out the rest before a single shot came toward him. With a jaunty blow across the barrel of the gun, Peter tossed it back behind the bar. He jumped down, and peering under the sink he said, "Can I get a whisky please? The night's still young."

Peter danced the night away with every young girl in the club, each of them wanting to dance with their hero.

Thanks for sponsoring me, guys! You're my heroes!

Well, here's an interesting piece of news, from People Magazine:

For Steel, a French Kiss
Who says the French are snobs? At a July 10 ceremony in Paris, bestselling romance novelist Danielle Steel was made an Officer of the Order of Arts and Letters by France's Minister of Culture and Communication for her contribution to literature. (Rank goes from knight to Officer to Commander.) Steel, 54, author of such romances as Passion's Promise, Season of Passion and Loving, took her place among a canon of esteemed writers that includes Salman Rushdie, Isabel Allende and Margaret Atwood. "I don't write like Shakespeare," Steele said. "But I think there is a certain amount of merit to what I do."

Boy, I wish I'd read that about 3 hours later, because I really need to lie down now.

I'm participating in the 24 Hour Blogathon for charity. I'm updating my site every 30 minutes for 24 hours. I'm getting loopy from sleep deprivation and heavily caffeinated. But I hope to make a lot of money for Global Fund for Women which supports women's human rights organizations around the world. Please sponsor me by clicking the Blogathon button below my pic on the left or by clicking this link and filling out the form. Thanks.

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Shoe of the Hour



John Fluevog


I love the color on these. Who doesn't love orange polkadotted slingbacks? Very cute heel, too. I'd wear these with a khaki skirt and cream colored top with some carnelian jewelry.

I'm participating in the 24 Hour Blogathon for charity. I'm updating my site every 30 minutes for 24 hours. I'm getting loopy from sleep deprivation and heavily caffeinated. But I hope to make a lot of money for Global Fund for Women which supports women's human rights organizations around the world. Please sponsor me by clicking the Blogathon button below my pic on the left or by clicking this link and filling out the form. Thanks.

Posted by Alyssa at 02:28 AM
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There once was a man named Joe. Joe was a friendly sort. He saw Christina at conferences and such and took an interest in her and her sister. When Christina told him her sister was going to Spain, he thought to himself, "My nephew was just in Spain! He can give her advice!"

Sweet man that he was, he emailed Christina's sister and put her in touch with his nephew. His nephew made some good suggestions, including going to San Sebastian, which she's looking forward to very much.

Then one day, Joe got a call from a secret government agency. They'd been monitoring his emails. They decided he was the perfect man for a mission they needed to send someone on.

Joe said, "But my family, my friends, what will I tell them?"

"Tell them you're serving your country, but no more!" they told him.

A day later he found himself in Morocco, looking for a man with a beard. There are lots of men with beards in Morocco. They might have pinned it down a bit, he thought. A man approached him one day, after he'd been wandering the streets saying hello to bearded men.

"Are you SoKohlMeAnything?" he asked.

"Yes, that is my codename," Joe replied. The bearded man handed him a package.

"Deliver this to your superiors immediately. I have to go, I'm being followed." Just then a shot rang out. The bearded man fell forward. Joe caught him and laid him on the ground. The man was dead. Joe grabbed a gun that was revealed when the man's ro