tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357573142012-02-16T14:17:06.439-05:00I didn't do it. I wasn't even there. No one saw me. You can't prove a thing.sylvianoreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35757314.post-69413310711140104432006-12-11T10:26:00.000-05:002006-12-11T14:19:14.997-05:00

An Update:Have been ungodly busy. We're going through a website overhaul - new database management, etc. It's ugly. Somehow, I got put in charge. Anyway, it's been sucking up a lot (okay, all) of my free time. I've got a lot to do before my vacation starts on the 21st! Will post again when I can.A Meme:I actually saw this on a couple blogs several months back. I copied the question for "one of

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Be safe. Educate yourselves. Support your local HIV/AIDS programs and efforts.Click here to learn more.As some of you know, I work closely with volunteers. I recently started volunteering myself with a local HIV/AIDS program. I have seen firsthand what a difference it's making in these families' lives, and it's nothing short of amazing.My volunteer experience has caused me to (naturally) become

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1. Aaahhhh, Thanksgiving. I ate so much I literally thought I might explode. I was in PAIN after stuffing my face like a glutton. Hope everyone had a nice holiday. I’ll be around to visit soon – I promise.2. My dinner project went just swimmingly, if not being a little overwhelming. 80 teenagers is a lot! But it went smoothly (I guess), everyone worked, no one argued, and the meals got delivered,

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I promise I'll be back after Turkey Day. Until then - I'd like to leave this little poem as something for everyone to think about.Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire — if you did,what would there be to look forward to?Be thankful when you don't know something...For it gives you the opportunity to learn.Be thankful for the difficult times... During those times you grow.Be

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How 'bout dem BUCKEYES!!

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1. Tomorrow marks a high holy holiday at my house. You all know what it is, right? The third Saturday in November? Umm…hello?! It’s the OHIO STATE-MICHIGAN GAME!!!! And I expect every one of you to don your scarlet and grey tomorrow and to be singing “Hang On Sloopy” at the top of your lungs (don’t forget the O-H-I-O!!). And if the unspeakable should happen (and you know what I am referring to. I

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I'm still looking for a title suggestion for my Google Searches. Any suggestions??Anyway, here's how people found my corner of the 'net:50s lyrics bawitdaba(Syl says: Ok, I know Kid Rock is SO over, but he wasn’t from the 50s! Sheesh!)how much do you have to drink to get drunk of ouzo?(Syl says: Depends.)sinus infections and achy feeling(Syl says: What about it?)mouseketeer alcoholic(Syl says: I

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1. I can’t believe that Thanksgiving is next week. Already. This year FLEW by. Flew. Now, I’m scared because that means I need to focus on Christmas shopping in a big big way.2. It also means I have to put the tree up. I have no clue on earth how this is going to go with lil’ beastie. I have a feeling it’s going to be the tree, some garland and my icicle ornaments. No, not tinsel. I know some

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This is absolutely fantastic. Turn your sound on and enjoy. Best. Video. Ever.Oh, and with regards to the hardest damned game of all time, ever I would like you all to know that I now have ALL TWENTY FIVE SQUARES OPEN! A long way to go so solve, but all are open. MAny thanks to Marina and Lindy for their help. My apologies to everyone I've sucked into this debacle. If you want my url, drop a

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So my friend Pammer over at Outside Voice posted yesterday about things that annoy her to absolutely no end. She ended the post by asking her readers what annoys them. I said that there wasn’t enough room in the comment box for me to list the things that make me nuts, so to answer her question, today’s post is dedicated to things that annoy the hell out of me.1. Close talkers. I’m not one of

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Okay, so The Funny Farm Game is worse than I could have EVER anticipated. As you begin to unravel these words that are somehow related, you'll see on the top left of your screen something called a "Mini Map." That mini map will show you that there are MORE squares to be solved. Thus far, I have opened up 8 of the squares on the map, however none of them are completely solved. I've become obsessed

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1. I can’t shake this stupid whatever-it-is. I’m feeling better, but I can’t stop coughing. And it’s that gross cough, too – the one that hurts your back and ribs every time you hack. And I slept like hell last night. So I’m tired and my ribs hurt and I’m coughing. Have I mentioned that I’m the world’s biggest baby when I don’t feel well? That concludes this bitch and whine session, for the

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1. I recently called someone on their cell phone who had that music service. You know, where instead of hearing the phone ring, you hear their favorite song playing? Am I the only person in America who thinks that’s creepy? It’s like being stuck on hold before anyone ever picks up the phone. I have recently set my cell phone to “ring” when someone calls. With all the dumb mp3 tones that exist, my

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So yesterday I told you all I had this scary antibiotic to take. Basicaly, it's an entire zpack in one cherry-banana flavored dose. (blech!)So after dinner, I add the water to the powder and in my best impression of my tequila-swilling days, knock the whole thing back. (It was only 1/4 cup of water, so it wasn't that bad). How I didn't puke it all back up instantly is either a mystery or a

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I am officially sick. Yesterday, I felt crappy. Today, I am sick. I broke down and went to the doctor's.I was annoyed because the receptionist wouldn't ask him to simply call in a script for me. I know when I'm sick, I know what I have, and it's a waste of my time and my doctor's time to see me, when he knows what I have!I've been his patient since I was about 14, and the past 18 years of my

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WARNING: There is not one single constructive or positive thing in this post. It's basically three paragraphs or so of me just whining and feeling good & sorry for myself. Because I can, that's why. Don't say I didn't warn ya.I am so far beyond miserable this morning. I feel horrible. And I'm crabby.Let me give you a quick rundown of Ohio weather for the past few days:Friday: Rain - 40sSaturday:

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1. Happy Halloween and all that. I am SO excited for the trick-or-treaters, it's sick. I LOVE trick-or-treaters. I asked some neighbors and was told to expect between 75 and 100 (!!) Can't wait!2. My all time most favorite trick-or-treater showed up at my mom's door about ten or so years ago. She was somewhere between 7 and 9 and was dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz - the pigtails, the

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Recently, the agency for which I work hosted a seminar on how to become a responsible citizen. Geared toward teenagers, the program iteself is phenomenal, and promotes service learning as one of the easiest ways of getting involved.At the end, written surveys were collected to see what the youth got out of their time. One boy in particular learned two very distinct lessons:"Don't have sex without

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This morning, I was poking around the blogosphere, and I came across MightyGirl's blog (you must go read it. She's phenomenal) who linked back to Finslippy's blog (another fun read. These two are definitely better bloggers than I could aspire to be) with a discussion on words that aren't used any more, but should be. And as I was looking through the comments with reader contributions, I realized

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Today's meme is brought to you by all things booze:1. When was the last time you drank?Monday night.2. Who was the last person you drank with?My Hubby.3. What is your favorite alcohol drink?beer. I love Captain Morgan & Diet Coke. I love a good Riesling.4. Are you an alcoholic?Nope.5. How many drinks does it take you to get drunk?I don't know. It takes substantially less tequila shots than it

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1. Yes, that's right. I've got nothing. My life is not all that exciting. I suppose that's a good thing. The weather has gotten quite cold here. It's killing my sinuses - my head feels like it could pop off at any second.2. With the change in weather come some invariable changes that happen this time every year: the need for more moisturizing EVERYTHING(!) because my skin has become so dry it's

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A Short List:1. I can’t believe Christmas is only 2 months away. I really need to start thinking about what I’m buying people this year. As for me? My needs are pretty simple: gift certificates to the following stores: Home Depot, Lowes, B. Moss, Sephora, NY & Co, The Limited, and Best Buy. I also want a 30G iPod in the worst way.2. Our anniversary is Monday. I can’t believe we’ve been married

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Thanks, Jen!A is for age: 32. Oh my Gawd. I’m 32!B is for Beer: Michelob Light.C is for Career: Outreach Coordinator for a volunteer center. More fun than you can imagine. I love, love, love what I do.D is for Your Dog’s Name: Lil’ Beastie. *(not his real name. But what I tend to call him regularly.)E is for Essential Item You Use Everyday: Hairbrush. Makeup. Hairdryer. Deodorant. Curling Iron.

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1. Yep. Moved. Again. Wordpress looks pretty, but I just didn't like it as much.2. Have been buried alive under mountains of work. Placed almost 1500 (yes, one thousand five hundred) volunteers by myself in the past month. Am also writing new programming for next year (!! - how excited am I?!) and am overhauling a youth initiative. Can you say "busy?" Have I mentioned lately that I love my job?

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