Archive for February, 2008

Care to comment on the meaning of life?

Saturday, February 9th, 2008

Your life is not lying in wait in the future like a wild animal or some ominous destiny. Nor is it hidden in the heavens, like a paradise or promise. Nor is it shut up in the cave or the prison of your past. It is here and now; it is what you live and what you do. At the heart of being; at the heart of the present; at the heart of everything – in the great current of life, of reality.
Andre Comte-Sponville
, French philosopher, The Little Book of Philosophy

Talley Tagline Turmoil

Friday, February 8th, 2008

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I might change my mind on the tagline for this site and the t-shirts.  Sure, it’s selfish, but I just don’t want to wear a t-shirt with all my ex’s names on it.  After all, it’s a person’s right to change his/her mind.  Are you, a) ticked off, b) down with that, c) all for it or d) don’t care?  Just curious. 

MySpace MyFace

Friday, February 8th, 2008

On the advice of our internet consultants, I began a Facebook account.  While this is necessary for my learning new things, it’s creeping into my comfort zone.  Do you all have these thangs?  What do you think?

The Exterminator

Thursday, February 7th, 2008

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I took this picture of a guy in front of Scaredy-Tatts on Youree Drive on New Year’s Eve.  I should have hired him to get the rats out of my attic. 

One Down

Tuesday, February 5th, 2008

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I realize after these postings that none of you will want to ever come over to my house again.  Tracey The Exterminator just left my house with this guy in hand.  Whatever they’re paying him, it’s not enough. 

What have you done now?

Saturday, February 2nd, 2008

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Ever been in trouble at work or school?  I’ll go first. 

In middle school, I was talking in class.  The teacher:  “Miss Talley, would you like to stay after school and get licks?”  Me:  “I sure would.”

At work, with all the best intentions of getting to a story fast, I crashed a satellite truck into the station, stripping the microwave dish off the top and sending it crashing to the ground.  The dish was sitting on the curb like a 5-year-old waiting for his mommy to pick him up.Â