I remembered why I loved archery: shooting stuff at stuff. It's right up there next to throwing stuff at stuff. When I was tree planting and we had to hurry up and sit around for hours in the bush, that's what we'd do. Pick a fair sized rock a good distance away, and throw other rocks at it. That and shovel-tossing. But that's a different story.
So I completely forgot who I picked in our extended family Christmas box this year. It's gone. I can't find the little piece of paper, and there is no back up list. I'm screwed.
Do we have a new Liberal leader yet? What the hell is taking them so long? And what's up with Iraq? I heard that in October alone, 3700 Iraqi civilians died. That more than sucks. Whatever it is that they're trying to do over there, I don't think it's working.
And...I need someone to write lyrics for this song that I'm working on. I've just about given up. Even an idea would suffice.
I'm off to have a nap. Isn't that what Sunday afternoons are for?
posted by matty at 1:57 p.m.
Dana... you should write your new song about me... haha... hope your nap was delightful... I also had a lovely Sunday afternoon nap... happy birthday!
4:53 p.m.
I remember when you introduced us to throw stuff at stuff. The most success I had with that game was getting a small pebble to land in a flower and stay there.
12:08 a.m.
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