To move or not to move...

So, I'm thinking about moving my blog. I've got a site thing at Google, tied to my Gmail account. Kinda thinking about consolidating.

We'll see, keep you posted.
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Personality DNA

This is fun one I found over the weekend. Makes a pretty colorful image, if nothing else.

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BIzarre

Read this, then answer the question at the end of my post.

Probation for short sex offender sparks debate


2 things about this story really weird me out. Can you guess what they are?
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A time and a place...

So, I spent last weekend in Georgia for my brother's graduation with his Ph.D. in Chemistry. Had a great time.

Also spent 5 days in my mother's company. Now, I love my mother, but I haven't spent 5 straight days in her company since I moved out in March, 2001. It was difficult to hold my tongue a few times. I have a top 5 list of my favorite quotes made by my mother that over the weekend. I won't bore you with all of them, but I will share the number one quote:

"Do you ever feel like people are staring at your cleavage?"

Let me explain:

I was dressing for the graduation ceremony and the reception to follow in the Chemistry department for the graduates. I bought a new dress for the occasion. Cute thing, fell just below my knee, fitted but not too fitted in all the right places. And a bit of cleavage. I looked great, if I do say so myself and I will, since no one else bothered to all day.

My cleavage was not "in your face." I wasn't pouring out of my dress. That is to say, I wasn't tartin' it up. I looked respectable. Respectable enough that I planned to wear the same dress to an awards banquet at work a few days later (and I did.) Yet, my mother felt my cleavage was over the top, so to speak. She then went into this bit about there being a time and a place to show cleavage---not at church, school, work...and apparently not a graduation ceremony in Georgia where the people behind us were eating popcorn and M&Ms during the commencement address. (Which to me is a far more inappropriate, but hey, what do I know?)

She never did say when it is appropriate to show a little cleavage. Frankly, I think she's jealous.
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2 more Mondays

It's been almost 3 weeks since I last posted. It's not that I haven't wanted to post, or even that I haven't had stuff to post about. Actually, the problem is, I haven't been home near enough.

Not a lot has changed. The Wonder Dog has been more lovey late, but that's about it. Poor kid needs a haircut, I'm starting to lose sight of his eyes under all the hair.

Anyway, I'm alive, just busy. Wanted to touch base....I promise a real post soon.
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