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| Site updates |
| 08.29.05 (8:23 pm) [edit] |
I just added a crapload of new stuff including a whole page for Rickey, over 20 new wallpapers (heh, more soon), AND, I revamped the homepage. I've got this wonderful sense of accomplishment... |
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| Katrina |
| 08.27.05 (3:25 pm) [edit] |
Hurricane Katrina hit us on Thursday (as a category 1) and after two and a half days without electricity, the power is finally back on. Such immense relief. The temperatures were in the mid-90's in the day and 70's at night (which wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't so muggy), and it was about 5 to 10 degrees hotter in the house, even with the windows open. But YAY the power is back on!!! The storm is now a category 3 (possibly to become a 4), heading for LA/MS/AL. All the people who live there are in my prayers! August 27, 2005  |
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| The Donut Florist |
| 08.25.05 (1:34 pm) [edit] |
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A few months ago, I had insomnia really bad, and when I did get to sleep, I had the strangest, most bizarre and complicated dreams (remember the one about the comedian/assassain in the bath tub? Yeah). This is also the first one I remember that involved anything to do with Skynyrd. The whole band was in town and decided to rehearse at our house since we were their only good friends in the area. Well, it got late, and we were just hanging out chatting, then while I was in the kitchen, suddenly I hear them all laughing really hard. They were looking through the Yellow Pages for some reason (?!). I think I was doing the dishes, when Gary Rossington came running in cracking the heck up. He grabbed me and was like, "Mal!!! Look at this!" (it was even funnier because Gary almost never smiles, on camera anyway- he's very ...stern. Here, he was just so happy!). There was an ad for a florist or something, and the phone number was "1-800-DONUTS-11". Why, I don't know. But he thought that was just hysterical (???). So he decided to prank call them and mess with 'em a bit. THEN, the current love of my life, Rickey Medlocke, came in with a giant laptop computer and decided that all of this somehow pertained to a particular Indian portrait he had painted, and pulled up his art site (he's not even an artist?!!) on Internet Explorer and started looking for this certain painting... and he was standing all close to me grinning... So while Gary was on the phone with the donut florist (LOL), Rickey was looking for this painting. I walked up to him from behind and wrapped my arms around his middle and layed my head on the back of his shoulder and just stood there hugging him while he was on the computer. And then I woke up. It was one of those dreams you can feel. I woke up hugging my pillow (guess that's the reason I could 'feel' it, but gosh, am I glad that pillow was there!), and I just had the greatest feeling. But why do I always have to wake up during the best part?!!! Why?? I've since had a couple dreams with the Skynyrd guys in them, but I can't remember them at all. Hopefully I'll have a nice one with Rickey again soon, 'cause I sure enjoyed this one... |
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| My type... |
| 08.21.05 (8:54 pm) [edit] |
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Nat recently gave A.E. an analysis of what her "type" of men are, so I asked her to do one of me: "A Man Analysis? Wow... that just about says it right there. Mal needs a man to analyze her. No but seriously, Mal has a clearly defined type for someone so young. It takes most of us until we hit our late 20's to realize what we find yummy in a mate. First off, hair is important. No really. Think about it. All the Van Zants, the various incarnations of Rickey Medlocke, Johnny Depp, Bo Bice... Mal likes men with shoulder-length to butt-wiping long hair. Lack of hair can be a curse. Witness the sharp decline in Scott Grimes stock when he shaved his head. Love be a villain! If he's a German sniper, a man behind a black metal mask and hoodie with matching cape, or a middle-aged dude with four mechanical arms sticking out of his back, Mal will fall for him and make him a wallpaper or two for good measure. Blackfeet, Inuit, Comanche, Lakota, Cherokee... Mal loves her men Native and proud. So there you have it, Long-haired Native with Villainous Streak." The villains she speaks of are the likes of the Green Goblin, Doc Ock, Doctor Doom, Darth Vader, and the T-1000. We'll also include Batman (as Christian Bale thank-you-very-much), the Terminator, and Wolverine. Although they're good guys, they're still bad boys. There's also way too many Indians to list (not including Rickey). The majority of them are actors in Last of the Mohicans, Into The West, Dances With Wolves, and Dreamkeeper. All of that said, here's the men I'm in love with at the moment, Rickey being first and foremost on that list. Obviously, this is my type. I must also mention that they're all Southern...  |
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| Small attempt to brighten a close friend's day |
| 08.18.05 (9:38 am) [edit] |
 Love you Josée, you're in my prayers. |
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| Ever wonder what your friends say about you? |
| 08.14.05 (9:10 am) [edit] |
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Apparently I'm well-known for my weapons, tanks, and other assorted stuff that's stashed underneath my bed. Here's part of a conversation A.E. sent me that took place a few months ago between her and another friend, Sarah. Most or all of the assorted names herein are characters from HBO's Band Of Brothers. A.E.: ::grabs one of Mal's tanks, prepares for battle::Sarah: Not one of her tanks! Anything but Mal's weaponary! A.E.: The scope and bredth of Mal's weaponry knows no bounds! A.E.: I shall TRIUMPH!!! Sarah: I know, what that girl keeps under her bed never ceases to amaze me. Sarah: *pouts* Shall not. Sarah: *Grabs da Bull* A.E.: She's got tanks, planes, dinosaurs, clones!!!! A.E.: Oh yeah?? Sarah: I love the clones. A.E.: ::grabs Wild Bill, and One Lung:: A.E.: We're so gonna win this one. Sarah: I got DA BULL. A.E.: An Indian tracker and a Wild man against one Bull? A.E.: No way! Sarah: Not just one Bull, THE BULL!!! Sarah: Plus Shifty. A.E.: Hey, no fair having two! Sarah: HEY YOU!!! Sarah: You have two! *pokes out tongue* A.E.: Okay, then...I get Hoob's "mighty fine" shootin' arm. Sarah: Well, well, I get Martin (he's a cutie). A.E.: Huff! Then I get Winters' leadership, Nixon's mental capacity (he's hot) A.E.: and Popeye Wynn...just...because... Sarah: I already got Winters so there! Sarah: And everyone!!! A.E.: Noooooo! A.E.: You didn't call them! So there! Sarah: Yeees! Sarah: I did too, you just didn't hear!! A.E.: DIBS!!!! Sarah: I dibbed them first! A.E.: I have Mal's ultra-super-sonic hearing device...you didn't say anything! Sarah: I have her super dooper sneaky talking device! A.E.: But the talking device is always trumped by the listening device because it was developed by NASA scientists first and has had a more rapidly expanding technology. You can trust me on this... A.E.: I win! Sarah: Nope, Mal developed the sneaky talking device, which was developed in her super dooper labratory, which is even BETTER than NASA! A.E.: Well, Mal's super-dooper labratory was infiltrated by a group of young NASA scientists who were able to steal her technology and develope them further in their extra-super-dooper laboratory!!!!!!!!! Sarah: Well Mal stole all her technology back and surrounded her extra EXTRA super dooper labratory with Easy Company men to protect all her new, even better super amazing technology!! A.E.: However, little did she know, those Easy Company men were merely clones made by, and controlled by, NASA, who was then able to re-infiltrate her laboratory, from which they then constructed an impenatrable extra-INCREDIBLE-stupendo us-super-dooper laboratory which were surrounded by the real Easy Co. men, from which the clones were made, and make a technology so advanced that even the super-brain power of Mal's best machine is unable to break through!! Sarah: Except her SUPER SECRET DOOPER WEAPON, controlled by the REAL Wild Bill himself! Which blew up the extra incredible stupendous super dooper labratory! A.E.: But, little did anyone know, the real Wild Bill passed this technology and weaponry on to me at the community dinner, so it is, now, in fact in my hands...therefore, I WIN!!! Sarah: Which, in fact was the fake technology and weaponry that Mal gave him, so SHE has the real stuff! A.E.: Which, in fact, was the fake technology that NASA gave to Mal so she'd only think she had the real stuff! Sarah: Which was only the fake, fake technology, which Mal had hidden under her bed all the time A.E.: And, as we both know, some things are best left under Mal's bed and not to be discussed. |
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| ..*faints*.....*DIES*.. |
| 08.12.05 (1:43 pm) [edit] |
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Okay, about a week ago, I found an authentic Lynyrd Skynyrd guitar pick on eBay, USED by Rickey Medlocke. *passes out* ........anyway, I won it (!!!), and it finally got here today (!!!!!). OMG...he touched it. RICKEY MEDLOCKE TOUCHED IT!!!!!!!!!!!! I called Dad at work, totally freaking out and happy. He asked me how I knew it was authentic; I don't, but I'm pretty positive it is. For one, the seller kept spelling Rickey's name wrong (Rickie, Ricky, Medlock, etc) and didn't seem to know very much about him, he was also pretty new to eBay and didn't sound like the type to rip you off. For two, the seller said that the concert was in Toronto, Canada, on June 19th, 2001, and that Ted Nugent and Deep Purple were also on the bill that night. So I did a Yahoo search for "skynyrd nugent deep purple" and sure enough, they were there. The seller said he was in the front row when Rickey threw it to him. Plus, the pick has the Skynyrd logo on the front, and on the oppisite side is their sponsor's logo, DirectTV, and says underneath it "DirectTV Freeview Event, June 2001". Both sides are worn. So yeah, Rickey used this pick.  I hate to break this to everybody, but I love Rickey more than I did Jack Sparrow, no kiddin'!  |
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| Interesting... |
| 08.11.05 (3:33 am) [edit] |
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I recieved an email from a friend a couple weeks ago that said, "Describe me in ONE WORD, just one! Send it to me only, then send this message to your friends and see how many wonderful/strange things people think about you!" Well now I usually don't forward that kind of email, but I figured Why not, it'll be fun!, so here are the responses I got: Nat: BUBBLY Josee: generous A.E.: Young. Jocelyn: COTCH LaShane: Aviator Vikki: exuberant Caroline: Gay...just kidding...I would have to say "inspiring"... Kelly: Great! Colleen: treasured Lynne: Loving!!!!!!!! You are loving!!!!! You are also strong. Sheila: "Unsure" Missy: CRAZY Trisha: "VIVACIOUS"!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !! |
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| Rest in peace my baby Kitten |
| 08.05.05 (3:11 am) [edit] |
I miss you. Whiskers "Kitten" Gratz ~ April, 1995 - August, 2005 |
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| "Spike"? Heh. |
| 08.04.05 (5:40 am) [edit] |
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The first time I went to a shooting range, ever, was a memorable day. Dad got me started out on our .22 rifle (which, in my opinion, is ...weak and for pansies). I then learned to fire our Romanian AK-47, which I absolutely loved. We went to the range with about five or six other guys - I was the only girl there. Two of them were gun dealers... all of us were rednecks. One of the gun dealers, John, brought his son 19-year-old "Spike" with him (I was 15 at the time). Now, you think "Spike" would be a tough kid, what-with the very original nickname and all, right? Heh. This kid is so soft... I could take fifteen of him with both my hands tied. But anyway, John also brought his new .50 caliber sniper rifle. We had to wait for the people at the range to get a spot especially for us on the far end, simply because this thing is so powerful and loud. I'd been eyeing it all day; they finally set it up and got it ready to fire. The thing probably weighed about forty pounds, and was at least four and a half feet long, with a two-foot long scope, bi-pod, and a muzzle break. It was also bolt-action, so, only one shot at a time (shucks). And it had a reeeeeeeeeeally hard kick to it, not to mention the slight concussion you get merely from the sound of it... Anyway, "Spike" looked a bit nervous. John wanted him to fire it, but he wouldn't get near it. And this kid had been going around bragging up a storm that he wanted to be a sniper, pfft! You can't be afraid of your own gun, buddy! But I digress... I didn't know at the time that "Spike" was so afraid of it, and I just came running up after some of the other guys (including Dad) had fired it a few times; "CAN I SHOOT IT?" So I sat right down, aimed and pulled the trigger and got a perfect bull's eye at, I think, 200 yards. I was like "Whoooooooah, can I do it again?" I reloaded and shot it a few more times - about four, all together. The bullets were huge.. the slug alone is about an inch long. I had a great day there on the range; the other gun dealer, Mark, (whom we got both our AK-47s from) let me shoot a few other rifles he'd brought with him. When we got home later, only then did I find out that not long after I had shot the .50, Dad saw "Spike" getting all perturbed and worked up, when he suddenly blurted out "Well if a girl can do it, I can do it!" He then sat down at the gun, but turned around to John and said, "Dad, I'm scared." John said to him "Spike...take your finger off the trigger, and step away from the weapon." Heh, you ain't gonna be no sniper, boy. I'm not sure exactly what type of .50 it was, but I did a few Yahoo image searches and it most closely resembles this one, the M99 Barrett:  Since that day, we've bought another AK-47 (we both have one), a 9MM, a .30 caliber sniper rifle (can't remember what it's called - we've not even fired it yet), and a .357 Magnum. I think we're planning to sell that weak little .22... |
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