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Ok-stole this from somewhere.
Here is a list of 178 movies. According to the somewhere that I stole it, if you have seen over 70, you have no life.
I have two kids, sometimes three depending on what cycle the husband is at, and I do have a life.
I just wish I could cash in some of these hours-especially for Napoleon Dynamite. That movie was rank.
(1) Rocky Horror Picture Show
(2) Grease
(3) Pirates of the Caribbean
() Boondock Saints --**NOTE**--Everyone should see this movie! :)
(4) The Mexican
(5) Fight Club
(6) Starsky and Hutch
(7) Blazing Saddles
(8) Airplane
(9) The Princess Bride
(10) Young Frankenstien
(11) AnchorMan: The Legend of Ron Burgandy
(12) Napoleon Dynamite
(13) Saw
(14) White Noise
() White Oleander
(15) Anger Management
() 50 First Dates
() Jason X
(16) Scream
(17) Scream 2
(19) Scream 3
(20) Scary Movie
(21) Scary Movie 2
(22) Scary Movie 3
(23) American Pie
(24) American Pie 2
(25) American Wedding
(26) Harry Potter
(27) Harry Potter 2
(28) Harry Potter 3
(29) Harry Potter 4
(30) Resident Evil I
(31) Resident Evil II
(32) The Wedding Singer
(33) Little Black Book
(34) The Village
(35) Donnie Darko
(36) Lilo & Stitch
(37) Lilo & Stitch 2: Stitch has a Glitch
(38) Finding Nemo
() Finding Neverland
(39) 13 Ghosts
(40) Signs
(41) The Grinch (Jim Carrey)
() Texas Chainsaw Massacre (The Original)
(42) White Chicks
(43) Butterfly Effect
(44) 13 Going on 30
(45) I, Robot
(46) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story
(47) Universal Soldier
(48) A Series Of Unfortunate Events
(49) Along Came Polly
(50) Deep Impact
(51) King Pin
(52) Never Been Kissed
(53) Meet The Parents
(54) Meet the Fockers
() Eight Crazy Nights
() Joe Dirt
() A Cinderella Story
(55) The Terminal
() The Lizzie McGuire Movie
() Passport to Paris
(56) Dumb & Dumber
(57) Dumb & Dumberer
(58) Final Destination
(59) Final Destination 2
(60) Halloween
(61) The Ring
(62) The Ring 2
() Harold & Kumar Get the Munchies (H&K go to white castle)
(63) Practical Magic
(64) Chicago
(65) Ghost Ship
() From Hell
(66) Hellboy
(67) Secret Window
() I Am Sam
() The Whole Nine Yards
(68) The Day After Tomorrow
() Child's Play
() Bride of Chucky
(69) Ten Things I Hate About You
(70) Just Married
(71) Gothika
(72) Nightmare on Elm Street
(72) Sixteen Candles
() Remember the Titans
() Coach Carter
(73) Bad Boys
(74) Bad Boys 2
(75) Joy Ride
(76) Se7en
(77) Oceans Eleven
(78) Ocean's Twelve
() Identity
(79) Lone Star
(80) Predator I
(81) Predator II
(82) Independence Day
(83) Cujo
(84) A Bronx Tale
(85) Darkness Falls
(86) Christine
(87) ET
(88) Children of the Corn
() My Boss' daughter
(89) Maid in Manhattan
(90) Frailty
() Best Bet
(91) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
(92) She's All That
() Calendar Girls
(93) Sideways
(94) Mars Attacks
(95) Event Horizon
(96) Ever After
(97) Forrest Gump
(98) Big Trouble in Little China
(99) X-Men
(100)X2
(101)Spider-Man
(102)Spider-Man 2
(103)Sky High
() Jeepers Creepers
() Jeepers Creepers 2
(104)Catch Me If You Can
(105)The Others
(106)Freaky Friday (original)
(107)Reign of Fire
(108)Cruel Intentions
() The Hot Chick
(109)Swimfan
(110)Miracle
(111)Old School
() The Notebook
(112)K-Pax
(113)Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
(114)Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
(115)Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
() A Walk to Remember
(116)Boogeyman
(117)Hitch
(118)The Fifth Element
(119)Star Wars Episode I The Phantom Menace
(120)Star Wars Episode II Attack of The Clones
(121)Star Wars Episode III Revenge of The Sith
(122)Star Wars Episode IV A New Hope
(123)Star Wars Episode V The Empire Strikes Back
(124)Star Wars Episode VI Return of The Jedi
(124)Troop Beverly Hills
( ) Swimming with Sharks
(125)Air Force One
(126)For Richer or Poorer
(127)Trainspotting
() People Under the Stairs
(128)Blue Velvet
(129)Sound of Music
(130)Parent Trap
() Parent Trap Re-make (Lindsay Lohan)
(131)The Burbs
(132)The Terminator
(133)Terminator 2
(134)T-3: Rise of the Machines
(135)Empire Records
() SLC Punk
(136)Meet Joe Black
(137)Nightmare Before Christmas
(138)The Silence of the Lambs
(139)Red
(140)Sleepy Hollow
() I Heart Huckabees
() 24 Hour Party People
() Blood In Blood Out
(141)Neverending Story
(142)Bedazzled
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I have been dealing with very painful, large boils on my legs for about a year and a half. My first was in July of 2004. I thought it was an ingrown hair, since I had changed the type of razor I had been using, and it was summertime, which meant major trimming was needed. It was not that large, and I mostly left that one alone, figuring it would just go away on its own. When I got the second, third and fourth, I headed to the doctor, figuring my body had finally succumb to its destiny (if I dont change my ways)-diabetes. But alas, no, it was not diabetes, and thus began my journey.
Staph was blamed for my misery, and I took it, hook, line and sinker. Many people have this problem, I was told. I was given extensive lectures on personal hygiene-use this, dont use that. Boil your towels when washing, because as we all know, staph is quite contagious. Yet, no one in my family was sick, or has been sick. That is because, I was reassured, they are the carriers, you are the incubator. They do not get sick, you do. It still did not add up to me. I had never had this problem before in my life. So I washed with special soaps, changed laundry habits (bleach comes in lots of different scents, but it never masks that lovely chlorine smell), and yet they still appeared. Mostly on my legs, below my knees, which is one of the slowest to heal spots on your body. The boils left dark purplish scars, with divets in the center. They grew larger with each outbreak-to the size of a half dollar, and at times, as big as a silver dollar. The first dermatologists said folliculitis. I had some on my torso, but they were not the same as what was on my legs. Antibiotics would be prescribed, and they would disappear for a time. I even went to see an ENT because I read that some people harbor Staph in their nose, and she said, "Eureka! I know what your problem is-You have staph in your nose"
but did I really? I know there was something wrong with my nose, and antibiotic cream was prescribed, which I was to lubricate the inside of my nostril with. I then decided to see a second dermatologist, one that had more years of experience under his belt. He took cultures (basically shoved a q-tip up my nose, in my armpits, and in my groin area) and sent them off to be analyzed. I was on dicloxycillin at that time, so he wasnt sure if the cultures would pick up anything. And they did not. They came back negative. But the boils did settle down for some time. Until in September of 2005, I noticed a new round pop up. And the surprising thing was, it cemented a theory I had had all along, and had been shot down time and time again. I woke up one morning with a swollen uvula-you know, that hangy-downy thingy in the back of your throat. It was touching the back of my tongue, and would make me gag if I swallowed, or said anything. Great. Off to the ER, where I was given iv fluids, benadryl, and steroids. Steroids, which is what I had been injected with into my joints for my fibromyalgia beginning in June of 2004. First boil=July 2004. In October, my regular doctor lances one of the boils on my legs, and again sends away a swab for culture. Staph, it has to be. And lets find out if it is MRSA, a type of staph that is resistent to certain antibiotics. It is running rampant out in the general population. I call to get the results, and I am told the results are negative. Negative for what? I ask. Negative for staph I am told. There must not have been a good enough sample they tell me. How is that possible? i think to myself. I watched her lance and drain the damn thing on my leg. I didnt know you could harbor so much nastiness in one small boil. Copious amounts were drained from this site. Multiple culture sticks were sent away. I was discouraged. My husband and I joked that the lab probably lost the samples. Fast forward-another one on my shin was ready to be studied. Back to the dermatologist. I asked him to drain and culture this one, since I wanted answers. Right on top of the shin bone, and left me tell you. That is a Painful Area. Copious amounts again were retrieved, and sent away. and I get the phone call. The tests came back negative. Now we know that there is a Problem. This is not staph at all. This is Something Else. So doc now asks me if I have an aquarium, with fish in it. I said no, I dont have an aquarium, I have TWO Aquariums. and he tells me, come in monday, lets biopsy the tissue where these things are, because your fish tank may have made you sick. Or you have a Fungus. I am nervous to death. So in three hours, my flesh will be harvested, and we will see if my body can grow mushrooms.
Word of advice-do not do your own internet health website research.Current Mood:  nervous Current Music: xpn.org |
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I don't know why the sun doesnt show up in the right place-its supposed to be up in the gray section, near intellectually intelligent.
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A voice-over actor. I think that could possibly be one of the best jobs-I am pretty good at mimicking others, and to do something where you are silly most of the time appeals to me.
I have "watched" so many cartoons with my back turned to them, that I can tell what actor is who in most circumstances. And I get angry when I notice that one actor uses the same "voice" for a different character. For instance, the person that does the voice of Pinky from Animaniacs, also does the same damn voice in a Land before Time cartoon. There are other instances of this, too many to name. My favorite though is when you notice that an actor has lent his voice for a character, and you realize, hey, that is George Carlin doing the storyline in the Thomas movies, or Alec Baldwin in others. Or, as I am typing this, Keifer Sutherland is Littlefoot's father in Land before Time 157-attack of the mammals (or whatever the title and number is...the last I knew they were up to number nine).
I just got a call from our cable provider-they wanted to sell us HBO for some special. I said no thanks, we tried it before and never watched it. Then she told me it is too cold to go outside in the winter-I said its never too cold to go outside in the winter, especially is you snowboard all winter (ok, so its more like maybe once for me) but we still usually spend a ton of time outside in the winter. I didnt mean to laugh at her, it just sounded like the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. Then she stated that some of us dont go outside in the winter. I wonder how they ever get to work?? |
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Calories Burned-405, 30 min elliptical.
I could be a little more exact, like 30:17, but I won't be so obnoxious.
Strangest food item ever eaten-rattlesnake.
As a child, I looked forward to our yearly trek to the Rattlesnake Roundup in Sweetwater Texas. There, you could buy all things rattlesnake, and then enjoy a tasty treat of fried rattlesnake and fries. You could watch them butcher the rattlesnakes, and we were warned many times not to go near the buckets of heads since they could still bite for some time after being severed.
http://www.rattlesnakeroundup.com/
Fun was had by all. And the item I most coveted was a little coin purse made from rattlesnake skin. |
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294.5
almost 20 more from where I started last time. How pathetic is that? it is now public knowledge what my weight it. Which means I am now accountable to too many people (assuming more than 1 person reads this-ha!)
Burned-197 calories, 20 minutes treadmill.
breakfast-one oz yogurt, one cup Go Lean crunch.
Before workout-one triple chocolate chaos Balance bar.
I had a great weekend-bones and I cleaned up so much in the apartment. Did grocery shopping together, had a date with my kids friday night, went shopping and tried on half the store, but only brought home a sweater on clearance, a bunch of accessories, and this
http://lanebryant.charmingshoppes.com/shopping/outfit.asp?outfit_id=LOFIT00256
the sweater wrap in blue's rather than pinks.
one cup of Go Lean crunch is a lot.
Jan. 10th, 2005 @ 08:16 am
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this entry is from an email I received from a colleague at my new job. I found it pretty inspiring, and in my conversation, similar to what christianity teaches us. You may think I am wrong, or you may think I am right. Its all about our conversations. Isn't it neat that we can all see the world in a different light....more on this later..
I’m writing this issue of The Coaches Corner flying back home from San
Antonio, TX. If you’ve never been there, it’s a really fun town to visit.
They have created a river walk below ground level that is filled with
restaurants and shops and hotels and entertainment. Just a real fun place
to go. They say it’s the number one tourist attraction in Texas and the
eighth largest city in the US.
I was in San Antonio speaking at the semi-annual northwest regional
convention of CoreNet Global, an organization of people in corporate real
estate and related businesses. I did two talks, one in the morning and one
in the afternoon and spoke to about 400 people. While the responses to my
presentations were wonderful and inspiring, I was left with something I
want to write about.
If you have heard me speak at some event or if you’ve read Making Work
Work, particularly Chapters 3 and 4, you know that we live in a
conversation which is the sum total of all the events that have ever
occurred for us, with the interpretations, decisions, judgments and
meaning we have given those events. In other words, based on what has
happened to us over our lifetime, we have created a conversation that we
live in which is our personal interpretation of those happenings.
When we awake in the morning and greet our new day, rather than seeing
what’s actually there, we project our conversation onto our world and then
we act on what we see as if it’s the truth. But it’s not. As I say a
number of times in Making Work Work, your tongue is like a paintbrush.
Every time you open your mouth you paint a picture with your words and
then you act on what you see like it’s the truth. But it’s not THE truth,
it’s only YOUR truth.
So the purpose of language is not to describe your reality, the purpose of
language is to create your reality. There are over 7 billion people on the
planet and they all live in a different reality and who’s creating that
reality is each of them.
In discussing this with my San Antonio audience, I asked the attendees how
many of them wake up in the morning into a conversation which is some
version of “Another day in Paradise?” What really struck me was that in a
group of almost 400 people, only a few hands went up. What’s worse, there
were lots of giggles, as if I just asked a really silly, or even worse, a
stupid question.
This is not the first time I’ve asked this question and I even discuss it
in Chapter five of Making Work Work. But for some reason, I was really
struck this time by the response. It really concerns me that we don’t get
that we live in paradise. About 30,000 people will die from starvation on
the day you read this, mostly children, and ours will not be one of them.
Half the people on the planet have never used a telephone, don’t have a
cell phone or a computer, don’t even know what the internet is, and
probably never will. If you want to know where you stand in terms of your
annual income compared to everyone else on the planet, when you get to
$25,000 total annual income, you make it into the top 10%. If you’re
reading this, you’re probably in the top 1 or 2%.
I’d be willing to bet that if you’re reading this, you live in a great
home, drive a great car, have nice clothes, have plenty of food to eat,
have steady employment, go to nice restaurants, have friends and a family,
and I could go on and on and on. But are you enjoying all of it? Are you
appreciating what you have? Are you waking up every day and saying
“another day in paradise?” Are you giving thanks for the sheer privilege
of being alive?
If you’re like the folks in my audience on Monday, your answers are
probably “no!” And what that means is that instead of appreciating what
you have, you’re focusing on and/or complaining about whatever there is in
your life that is not exactly the way you would want it to be.
So people spend an inordinate amount of time griping and complaining about
the most trivial things. I even catch myself doing it. The wine isn’t
quite cold enough, I didn’t like either of the choices I had for lunch on
the flight to Orange County (as I flew first class), people complained to
me about their boss, their co-workers, their customers, it doesn’t stop.
Here’s the bottom line. You’re ripping yourself off! This really is
paradise. If you’re waiting for life to turn out, I have news for you.
It’s turned out! And this is what it looks like when it turns out. This is
as good as it’s ever been. Now, it may well get better, but who knows. If
you can’t trust yourself to enjoy and appreciate how it is now, what makes
you think you will enjoy and appreciate your life even if it does get
better.
Please, do yourself a big favor. Purchase a nice, leather-bound, blank
journal. Put it by your bedside. Before you go to bed at night, write in
your journal at least ten things you have to be grateful for. I’ll bet the
first time you do it you’ll have a hard time, but do it anyway. Then, the
next night, write ten more. Don’t go to bed any night for at least six
weeks without writing in your journal. I promise, this exercise will
change your life.
I hope our paths cross in person again real soon. If you happen to find
yourself in my audience and I ask the question, “how many of you awake
into a conversation which is some version of another day in paradise?” I
hope your hand will shoot up. After all, it’s just a conversation and you
can have your conversation be anything you choose. Choose wisely and have
a great two weeks in paradise.
Nov. 11th, 2004 @ 09:06 am
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...eat all of the hamster? I mean, do cats, when faced with such a proposition, eat the entire thing, or do they leave bits and pieces of it...the pieces that would be a bit harder to chew. Like bones, or maybe the feet?
If you cannot tell by now, this post is a bit gruesome..about as gruesome as sitting on the foot of the bed, and noticing that there are stains on your carpet that look a lot like lots and lots of thick drops of blood. And of course, I dont have the light on because the rest of the world is still asleep. So I turn on the closest lights I can find, I even go so far as to move a smaller lamp closer, plugging it in to shine light on the mysterious drops, when I discover that yes, they are thick drops of dried blood...I have uncovered a crime scene in my own bedroom. Murder was committed while I slept, uneasily, as demon families chased me and I fought them with all the spirituality I could muster. I even prayed in my dream, trying frantically to remember the portions of the Lorica of St. Patrick that I printed to read while I am at work.
Nov. 2nd, 2004 @ 07:51 pm
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stolen from lukeyloo
Im really not sure if this is good, or really, really, ultimately bad?
Oct. 15th, 2004 @ 06:05 pm
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I havent posted in...oh...forever.
I have been uber busy with this Mystery Shopping shenanigans that a friend introduced me to, albeit unknown to him at the time. I flip flop daily about really wanting to keep doing it. It sounded great in the beginning-go someplace, look for certain things that the companies are requesting, then come back home and write a report about it. But with the kids in tow, it can be a lot of work. And sometimes, the report is obnoxious. But now I feel a little trapped-we purchased car so that I could do more shops, under the premise that the more shops I do, the more money, and I can pay for the car myself. I have made enough for my payments in october and november, and I think once Number one starts school, it will be easier to perform shops with just meme.
too much has been going on this summer, and I really should write it all down, all the crap, all the feelings. Get it out and off.
Bones being a strange different person, feelings of abadonment by others, number one becoming a school age kid, rather than a preschooler. I am in uncharted territory, without a map. Not that I havent done this before, it just gets old after a certain point in time.
I have a friend that often tells me she is amazed at how put together I seem with all that happens in my life. for some reason, we spoke about the twins death, and all the pain and suffering that went with that delivery. And I truly do mean suffering. Physical suffering. DNC without pain medications. And the horrific birth in general. Perhaps this is my thorn in my side that I need help getting rid of. The pain, even after ten years, is still so fresh. I can remember such vivid details of that day-my regular physician came to visit me, and i can remember speaking to her in my morphine haze, making little sense, her eyes so caring, her sweater emblazoned with airplanes of all types. I wonder how much seeing me in that state affected her. She even went as far as to make the arrangements at the funeral home to have their services donated. As a very poor student, it was a God send, she, an angel. Just to use the funeral home would have been $500, let alone all the other costs associated with death.
I feel old, so I am going to go snuggle my babies, while I can still call them babies.
Sep. 1st, 2004 @ 10:22 am
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