Found @ MindSay

I'm worried... I haven't seen my MindSay pet for days. His name is Smurfy and he's loved by everyone. He was last seen at the MindSay Auction, leaving me and saying "I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

If you have any information regarding his whereabouts, please contact me.  I is worried.

p.s.  In case you run into him, DO NOT PET HIM.  He hasn't been given rabies shots.

Probably the fastest firsty I have gotten so far, Peachesnpeaches' firsty came as soon as what, 15 seconds? Thanks!

       Lindsay Lohan

Arrested on two occasions for drunken driving and cocaine-possession. Drugs were found Lohan on both occasions, and the second time she was arrested, Lohan was booked on felony charges of possession of cocaine and transportation of a narcotic - in addition to misdemeanor charges of DUI and driving with a suspended license.

Prison term: 84 minutes   [Source]


     Greg Steven Cooke

Found guilty of conspiracy to distribute cocaine hydrochloride based on heresay but was found not guilty of the two counts of possession of cocaine and No evidence of drugs, drug residue, drug paraphernalia, or drug money was ever found in Greg’s possession. Only evidence against him was conflicting evidence by others in the conspiracy, some people whom had only met inadvertantly.

Prison term: 15 years, 8 months   [Source]


If thats not enough heres another example of the US "Justice" system at work

Criminal Charges Remain Against Sober Diabetic Driver Found Unconscious Tasered & Arrested for DUI

Soooo.....

I was walking through Wal-Mart today, and I called Johnny to ask about a birthday present for a friend of ours (hers is the day after mine).  I'm in the electronics department, right by the $5 movies, and I look down to see a crisp, clean $100 on the floor.


What what what???

I look around initially thinking "is this some kind of trap?" but then realizing that the person who lost it might be looking for it.  When no one even noticed it was there, I casually picked it up and put it in my pocket.  I told Johnny what had just happened and he told me to come home asap.

If it were a wallet, or a check, or something that had some sort of identification, I'd have returned it without even a second thought.  But it was cash.  If I were to bring it to customer service or ask people if they'd lost it, someone else would have pocketed it.  It wouldn't do much good to announce over the PA system, "Um, would the guest who lost the $100 bill please come to customer service?"  Riiiiight.  I feel guilty, but there was nothing else I could have done, and frankly, we are in dire need of it with this whole family-living-on-a-teacher-salary right now.

I chocked it up to a birthday gift from up above :)

One of more harmless quirks is my habit of “googling people”. Try it. Put quotes around your name and hit go. You’ll be surprised where the pixel print from your internet presence has been left. 

 

 

When I google myself I find a series of cooking and sewing posts, my e-opinions for which I have earned money, an encounter with an internet kook who likes to stalk mental health professionals, jewish life and a bunch of articles on child development and  parenting.

 

Some of my googling has enabled me to connect with people from far back in my past.

I found  a cousin I had lost touch with, a few men I dated and fucked, my first romantic/sexual love, a room mate from my time in VISTA (the domestic peace corps) and some women I went to school with. The only person I have not been able to find is a woman I lived with during the summer of 1967 on the upper east side of NYC. Later in 1969 I stayed with her and her mom in the Bronx off the grand concourse. Her name was Adele, she owned a german shepherd and we could get high on air and laugh the night away.Her unmarried name was Schindler and she attended Hunter College. So if you know of her tell her Dee is looking for her.

 

I routinely use google to keep updated with people I don’t want to contact: like my sister with the personality disorder, a man who impregnated me at the age of 16 and treated me like discarded scum, and a man with whom I had an affair in 1994- you know the time I threw myself on the mercy of my husband’s kindness and compassion and he forgave me. I just have this weird thing about keeping people close and those you don’t like should be kept even closer. metaphorically at least.  Oh wait- I’d love to find Judy Panlone from northern New Jersey because  I lost her grandmother’s ricotta cheesecake recipe which was to die for. So if you know her tell her the little blonde she worked with in Newark wants to hear from her.

 

It’s all because women change their last names. I guess to relay the ownership men felt historically towards their wives. Hey I am going to google that  aha... from wikipedia

 

 I like the spanish custom the most. but what a mishegoss my unmarried name combined with my husbands. 

Shall  I call myself Diana Almodovar?

About 2 weeks ago, I was standing at the Seaport, I feel like with my friend Val and someone else, and we walked to the water.  I wandered off by myself, and I was looking at the water on the other side.  And one of them goes, 'what are you doing?' and I said, 'looking for a whale'.  And they laughed, because that would never happen.

 

 

 

Well....it just did:

http://news.aol.com/topnews/articles/_a/young-whale-found-in-new-york-harbor/20070417231509990001?ncid=NWS00010000000001

 

*I wish there were words for how happy that made me.  Even if he's tiny...he's here.