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I had never heard of the Days of the Dead until my honeymoon, which we spent in San Antonio (we married on Oct. 24). I was charmed by that custom. However, I have never lived anywhere that celebrates it.

As for what I'm doing right now--my husband, a school teacher, is taking a group of high school kids (including our own son) on a college tour of UT-Knoxville and UT-Chattanooga. They had to get up around 2:30 this morning to make it to their bus by 4:30 a.m. Knoxville is 3 1/2 hours away, with a time change, and Chattanooga is two hours away from us. I'm not sure how long it takes to drive from Knoxville to Chattanooga, as I've never driven it that way. I am so gonna crash by this afternoon! So freakin' tired!

Watching good music and talking to someone really great

im watching cocktail,waiting for girlfriend on forum to chat to me,

dark master wrote:im watching cocktail,waiting for girlfriend on forum to chat to me,

Nothing I'd rather be doing

Lillith wrote:

dark master wrote:im watching cocktail,waiting for girlfriend on forum to chat to me,

Nothing I'd rather be doing

k, time for you two to get a room, no one's interested....

I'm sorry Spooky

Nothing, just viewing this board.

Laughing to myself...

Smoking cigarette outside.

Just came in from sitting around the fire. Good night for a bonfire. Was actually quite cold. Cold in San Diego, earthquakes in Okrahoma, the planet is going crazy I tell ya. Yeah, we had a few beers.

Finished off the remaining Halloween candy, now about to start watching the movie. Happy Guy Fawkes Day to our English friends, though by now it's tomorrow over there.


Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent
To blow up the King and the Parliament
Three score barrels of powder below
Poor old England to overthrow
By God's providence he was catched
With a dark lantern and burning match
Holloa boys, holloa boys
God save the King!
Hip hip hooray!
Hip hip hooray!

A penny loaf to feed ol' Pope
A farthing cheese to choke him
A pint of beer to rinse it down
A faggot of sticks to burn him
Burn him in a tub of tar
Burn him like a blazing star
Burn his body from his head
Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead.
Hip hip hooray!
Hip hip hooray!

Cooking late, late breakfast! Scrambled cheese egg with sausage links on lightly toast sandwich along butter!

So why were you crying?

witchy wrote: