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Money is the Root of All Evil  …  And the Flower to Finance Dreams.    s.waala

I spent most days deep in email…  Loving the connection that shrunk the world.   Never looked up till Facebook beckoned…   Then joined the masses in that social whirl.   But then came a force that let me abandon…   All points of interest regarding geeks…   I’ve given it all the wave of suspension…   As for me it’s only “Twitter” that Speaks.

Just to let you know…I have nothing more to say tonight.  Good Night All…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awcTJTWKcQ4

A VERY good friend of mine and I had been proud owners of a Blackberry Curve.  She will soon be the owner of the new Blackberry Tour.   Hopefully I will be right on her trail…I want one too.  I had promised this friend that since this is a worldphone…I would go to Africa just to call her from there and maybe a few texts or so.  I do keep all promises and having over 75,000 frequent flyer miles to use I could do just that.  Maybe I will take her with me and of course I will be forcing my daughter to go to.  You had better hide…you two.

Its been awful quiet on this blog.  I could hear a Starbucks treat receipt drop!  Been so tired, working through the nights to get as much accomplished and created for Jazz Festival, which is next weekend.  I hope I at least sell one thing…or maybe a hundred things to pay my booth fee.  So tired, but I can always sleep if we have no customers in the booth.  Now that is a bad attitude…but sometimes I like to think the worst…so it can only get better.

ALL ABOUT STEVE…I read alot of reviews on this movie…and I disagree.  Most or all reviews hated it calling it the worst movie ever made.  We actually enjoyed it.  It was great to just relax and have no expectations.  It was funny, silly and just that.  Enough for me after going to see “Spread”.

Just purchased two tickets to Seattle.  I hate to fly…but until Scotty can beam me up…

If you are wondering why I have a picture of a boat instead of a plane…its because I am sitting here having a small panic attack at just the thought of flying.  How in the world did I fly to Russia three times?  I knew this day would come when just the thought of flying would do me in.