Intelligent Design

Intelligent Design isn't intelligent!

Joke On Virgin Radio

This was the winning joke on Virgin Radio

The angel tells them 'As a reward for being so patient through a hundred blazing summers and dismal winters, you have been given life for thirty minutes to do what you've wished to do the most.'

He looks at her, she looks at him, and they go running off together behind the shrubbery.

The angel waits patiently as giggling sounds come from the rustling bushes.

After fifteen minutes the two return out of breath and laughing.

The angel tells them 'You still have fifteen minutes left.'

The male statue asks the woman statue, 'Would you like to do it again?'

'Oh yes. Let's,' she replies. 'But let's change positions. This time, I'll hold the pigeon down and you poo on its head!!'

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- Christmas lights set to music.

Too soon for snow

It was one of those mornings when I knew I wouldn't like what I saw out of the bedroom window. On Sunday it started to snow in the mountains; the weathermen first warned us there would be snow above 9000 feet, then 7000 feet, then at 5280 overnight.

When I woke at 4:30am I could see a dull light from the window. It was lighter than normal for this time of year and a sure sign that it snowed overnight. I didn't look out of the window until 6am, mainly because I knew that when I did I would frantically start putting on waterproof clothes, hats, gloves and boots.

At 6:05am I was out in the backyard armed with a broom and a feisty determination. Three young trees were bent over and touching the ground like weeping willows, their still-green leaves full of heavy wet snow. I bounded around like a cartoon character whacking their snow laden branches and shaking small trucks. These are my babies, I've known them since they were 1 inch diameter saplings, they have come so far and grown so much in 4 years. Damn it, why didn't they lose their leaves early!

Paying for Pain

What should people think about their personal trainers? I'm indifferent to mine, on a personal level, but I hate going to the gym - I hate it with a passion. It takes all my willpower on the day of the appointment not to call and cancel. I hate the workout during the session and the days that follow. Contrary to popular belief, I do not feel better, I do not feel more energized and I don't think I look any better, in fact I think I look tired and jaded. The killer is I am paying for this pain and suffering...and it's not cheap!

I do have a natural desire to be healthy, but on my own conditions. I understand, that for a consumer to feel they are getting their money's worth, there has to be measurable results in a certain timeline. But I don't want to lift weights until I am incapable, in pain and shaking. I understand the methods for gaining muscle, but I don't want to take pain killers 4 days out of 7. I hate waking up and rolling out of bed. By rolling I literally mean roll, I cannot move without pain and so I have discovered that if I roll towards the end of the bed and let my legs drape over the edge, I can become upright with the least amount of pain.

Next week is my last session with a personal trainer. I will continue to go to the gym, I will probably go more often, and I will pace myself. I will not train until I reach my maximum heart rate, I will not lift weights so heavy that I quiver with pain, and I will probably not see results very fast. I will be fine with my progress, I will not take pain killers and I will be able to get out of bed with a simile on my face!

Time to go home

My week is over. I've been to London, Brighton, Horsham and Canterbury. I've been bike riding in Sussex and drank wine in several old English pubs. We went to see a play in Guildford, I've eaten fish and chips, scampi and chips, paprika flavored Pringles and crayfish sandwiches. We painted my brother's house downstairs and I have bought loads of clothes to wear state-side. I even sent out postcards today after eating a really good Cornish pastie. It wasn't all about the food, but that did play a big part - the chicken tikka masala balti was suberb. The weather was pretty good too - it only rained one day (and we were painting that day anyway).

I worry about my brother, I hope he finds a girlfriend soon.

I'll be back home tomorrow night.

Other side of the pond

I flew over the big pond yesterday - not bad, it only took 8 hours and I managed to sleep a little. I just love those BA direct flights - whoosh straight into Heathrow... Ta-da! I'm here, no problemo... arrived and went directly for a Starbucks latte. I stayed awake until 10:30pm - was very proud of myself since there is a 7 hour time difference. I woke the next morning at 7am, blah jet lag - who are these wusses that complain?

I thought the US was reacting badly to increasing gas prices. All day we kept getting stopped by traffic jams as people lined up for petrol/gas. Because of the price increasing so much there are people demonstrating by refineries and stopping deliveries. That means that people are panicing and petrol stations are running out. We went to a place for gas and met people from the next town because it was out of petrol. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/4243950.stm

'Nuff said!

Got this in an e-mail today

http://dailykos.com/storyonly/2005/9/8/13924/40887

'Nuff said!

I want a ROKR!

This morning was very unproductive (hope my boss doesn’t find this page). I staked out applenewsfeed.com (I must remember to bookmark that page) during the Apple reveal of the ROKR and Nano. I've hated my Samsung phone ever since I replaced my dying and beloved Motorola StarTac. I'd love to move to a stylish Moto-Apple phone. I really can't justify a ROKR; I have a digital camera and one in my PDA, my phone works fine (it's just ugly and boring) and I have a 20 Gig iPod. I just want a ROKR - whaaaa! It's been a while since I was the kid with the latest cool toy - I used to be the geek chick in those days.

I'm all over the makemedance.com website!

30% Fat!

My personal trainer said I am 30% fat! Holy moly, I thought I was low 20s - that's what the POS scales have been saying for the past year! Sooo, my trainer wants to get me down to 22% body fat by losing 8lbs of fat and converting 2lbs to muscle. I also have to keep a log of all the food I eat - not sure if this is going to be fun yet!