Italy. How sweet. If Dino were still alive he might serenade these skeleton crossed lovers with a chorus of"When theres worms in our eye and our bones are all dry, that's amore!"
dem: funny, but I don't think so. I'm with Sue. I think this photo could make some fabulous Valentines cards.
The Romeo Juliet reference is apt. It's tragic and beautiful at the same time. The simple fact that they have lain like this undisturbed for millenia speaks volumes.
I saw that on Fox News this morning. If I got to chose how I would die I would like to go with my husband when we're old and have lived a long life. Like in the Movie The Notebook. In the book only the wife dies.
With so much discussion about turning 30 and so many (too many to link) of you having babies and such, it has drawn in sharp relief the inescapable fact that I am biologically old enough to have given birth to the whole lot of you. OK, well most of you anyway (the exceptions shall remain nameless, of course). In any case, I usually try to avoid acting my age, but the effort has become futile of late. So today I'm coming out: I'm 44 and I think I'm having a midlife crisis. The good thing about this is that if you do the math, having a midlife crisis at 44 means you've still got a long way to keep going, baby. Granted you all have entire decades ahead of you before you have to worry about this, but I still feel it's my duty to prepare you for what lies ahead, Forewarned is forearmed. Or something like that. Here's a short guide to the upsides and the downsides of middle age: Downsides first: Midlife crises are a sexist phenomenon. Cases in point: Harrison Ford...
Tomato Basil soup in Helsinki, Finland I just got my umpteenth chain e-mail. This one is a recipe exchange. Been there. Done that. But I've got a better idea. How about a recipe chain post? Here's how I hope it will work. I will post a most delicious soup recipe. Then each of you will contribute your favorite soup recipe as a comment. I'm thinking that if weren't for the fact that it's almost the weekend (we all know everyone goes back to their real lives on weekends) we could potentially have a month's worth of meals if everyone plays along. How? Well, if we get at least 15 recipes and each batch of soup makes enough for two meals, you can eat half one night and freeze the rest. And that could take care of all the cooking required for the rest of the month of January. Cool! Any players? I'll start. White Bean Chili this is a kid friendly soup--even my kids who won't eat beans love this soup 4 chicken breasts, cooked and shredded (methods vary for getti...
Inane: Main Entry: 1inane Pronunciation: i-'nAn Function: adjective Inflected Form(s): inan·er; -est Etymology: Latin inanis 1 : EMPTY, INSUBSTANTIAL 2 : lacking significance, meaning, or point : SILLY Main Entry: 2inane Function: noun : void or empty space, a voyage into the limitless inane ( mirriamwebster.com ) It's gone. An entire hour of my life sucked into the void. Just like that. I'll never get it back. Two conversations. It's not even like they were worth becoming passionate over. Inanity (no, it wasn't a word till I just made it up) at its best. Or maybe its worst? First one. Someone needs a form. I've never seen such a form. I inquire about said form, calmly ignoring the pointed comment that indeed someone went over this form with me already. So I spend the next 30 minutes of my life chasing down said form, filling it out, and then participating in one of the most inane conversations ever. You know, those kind in which someone tells you one thing and ...
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still chuckling.
The Romeo Juliet reference is apt. It's tragic and beautiful at the same time. The simple fact that they have lain like this undisturbed for millenia speaks volumes.
Hmmm. I can see some interesting stories coming out of this--just how did they end up that way? Fun project for a creative writing class. Or bloggers.
Ali