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Friday, September 08, 2000
It is better to live one day as a tiger than 1000 years as a sheep.



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Thursday, September 07, 2000
I've been looking for weird/off beat music of the 70's that you never hear on the radio....

Napster has come through for me...


1) Timothy


2) DOA


3) Spiders and Snakes


4) Cheech and Chong stuff


5) Convoy


6) Hot Rod Lincoln


7) Convention 72


8) Once you Understand by Think


9) The Streak by Ray Stevens

and last but not least......:::drum roll please!

10) The Bertha Butt Boogie by the Jimmy Castor Bunch!!

Weeeee! Bump...Bump...Bda Bump....:)



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ROTFLMAO!!!



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i would have more to blog but i've been busy downloading every song i ever heard at napster -- my new addiction.



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Sunday, September 03, 2000
Well, I had my excitement quota filled tonight.



My husband and I went out to dinner. Came home nice and relaxed around
11:00. I sat down to check my email (of course) and then my seventeen
year old son bursts through the door. "Mom, there's a dead body in
a bag on the side of the road outside of our neighborhood. The hands and
feet are duct taped!!! What should we do?" "What? Are you
sure?" "Yes, we drove by it three times". David grabbed my hand and
said; "C'mon!"


He had three friends over, but just David and I go to "check the body".
Well, it DID look like what he explained. The problem was that it was
dark out and oncoming cars were blinding us, preventing us from a really
good look. We needed a flash light. We went home to get one, then the
rest of the kids piled in the car. David and I, Jessica, Matt and Chris.
We went back to the 'scene of the crime', Matt and Chris jumped out into
the middle of the road, ran over and Matt kicked the corpse.


The dead body morphed into an empty, large silver colored bag. Everyone
proclaimed to be relieved, but I think they were secretly disappointed, not
to mention a little bit embarrassed. Boy, do I have ammo for tomorrow!


Ahhh, the joy of teenagers.




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