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| A Holiday Poem |
| 12/22/2006 01:05 PM (GMT) |
Dear Diary
Well, Christmas is almost here, and since I'm in a festive mood I thought I'd write a poem for the occasion. Now everyone knows that my inner muse is a multi-talented gal, so I think this one will blow all those kids away!
I've written this in honor of our dear Margo, and I like to call it "Twas the Night Before Christmas".
Original, huh?
Twas the night before Christmas,
At ole Margarat's house.
Not a creature was stirring...
Well, except maybe a louse.
The empties were all stacked by the back door with care,
In hopes that Ernie's House of Spirits would soon be there
Ole Margo was passed out all ...
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| Perfect For The Holidays! |
| 12/03/2006 07:59 PM (GMT) |
Hi-De-Ho Kids!
I've had all sorts of you kids writing and asking
QUOTE "Edna Mae...with your looks and shear talent, just what do you suggest as a great Holiday gift?"
Okay, so I added a little to that, but people still ask me...okay, so MARGO asked me...where to get a great gift and I have come up with a doozy of an idea...
 Step on in... RCTspace Gift Shop |
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| Dear Diary... |
| 12/01/2006 08:07 PM (GMT) |
Dear Diary...
Oh my, how embarrassing Diary!
I just plum forgot all about you since I last wrote! Now you know I'm not the forgetful type, so hopefully this won't happen again anytime soon...at least I'll do my best! I just now suddenly remembered that I hadn't written in ages...just like I don't remember buying this lush pot of green moss on my nightstand...wait a minute - that's not a planter, that's a container for Clam Dip! Oh wait - that's not a pot of lush green moss, that IS Clam Dip! Well, I thought it was a little rank in here, but I just figured that new canned food I got ...
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| Dear Diary... |
| 11/02/2006 01:27 AM (GMT) |
Dear Diary....
Well I'm not too sure about this whole 'blog' thingy, but Wagi has convinced me that it's just like an electronic diary where I am free to write down my innermost thoughts and jot down private things I could never say to anyone, and it will remain hidden away here...sort of my own hidden secret space where no one else will ever see it.
You know...while he sheds...and smells...and spends hours in the staff restroom, the dear fellow is so kind to look after little ole me this way. **giggle**
Oh course he probably recognizes that I'm one hip gal who stays on top of all this cutting edge World Wide Web computer-ish stuff. Yep, ...
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