posted by Dani V @ 2/03/2007 02:12:00 AM
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And the Pickles...
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Ok ok... I stop with the silly quizzes for now.. :P
I want to be here.. RIGHT NOW. :D
I'm tired.. and I have a really bad headache. I wish I could go home and sleep. But I must look to the bright side. A Starbucks light cinnamon dolce ice latte would be fantastic now!! (Even thought it's like -750 F.. geez) MMMmm.. off to fantasize.. :)
posted by Dani V @ 2/03/2007 01:14:00 AM
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Monday, January 22, 2007
| How to make a Daniela |
| Ingredients: 2 parts friendliness 1 part humour 1 part brilliance 2 parts beauty |
| Method: Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little curiosity if desired! |
Hee! How fun!
posted by Dani V @ 1/22/2007 04:01:00 AM
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Here's how it started:
Joey and I were having a wonderful unplanned Saturday that involved Starbucks, strange museums of Chicago and cheap Mexican eats... The afternoon ended and we returned home.. Our evening was not over..
We popped in a great movie and started watching..
Joey decides to call his friend Mike to confirm the when and where of where our friends will meet for an evening that involves alcohol and silly dancing to follow.. along with smiles, laughter, and dizzy stupor.. :)
While Joey's on the phone, I decide to casually browse the Internet.. I'm somehow addicted to the news, although I have tried unsuccessfully in the past to try not to read the news, for the following reasons:
-The media is biased.
-So much negativity.
-How much the story is "vamped" up.
-I don't care much for Britney Spears and a drunken party girl supposedly named Lindsay Lohan..
I scroll up to the address bar, and click on the down arrow.. and since msnbc.com is proudly protruding as first in line, I give it an automatic highlight, and in BOLD RED print displays:
Third-deadliest day of war for U.S. troops
12 die in helicopter crash; 5 killed in militia attack; roadside bombs claim 2
I read on, the article describing on how the helicopter crash was a Blackhawk helicopter. My stomach fell to the floor.
I was quiet.
I was furious.
I was overwhelmingly sad.
The muffled screaming voices that seem like bad EMF were in my head stronger than ever.
I knew someone who flew Blackhawk helicopters. We were military friends in high school.. He was Marines at Curie and I was Navy at Whitney Young..
Joey hung up and saw me open the window for air. I told him what had happened. I didn't feel like going out anymore. He didn't either. He too, felt slightly ill, and visibly upset. How could I go and have fun when there are men and women 9 years younger than me fighting a war that has no reason? What is this war trying to accomplish? I couldn't stop the feeling of being sick to my gut. The cold January air blew stolidly into the 85-degree apartment. I felt slightly better. We decided that going out was not in the best interest, and rather opted talking about what just happened, declaring that something has to be done. I called my nephew, to hear his voice and to see how he was doing. I brought up the subject. He didn't have much to say. Maybe he thinks it doesn't affect him. I hung up with a calm goodbye. Joey smiles, and I call Jamie. I seem to have woken her.. (oops!) and we talk for a few minutes. She was included in the partaking of tonight's supposed activities. "It's OK, I really don't feel like going out anymore." And I proceeded to explain why. I hung up with a smile since she wants to get involved too..
I feel better having vented to 3 people all in a matter of an hour. I talk to Joey some more.. and we decide to call it an evening..
So here I am, at work, researching sites. And I have found a couple.. I'm not asking you to join, but rather read. I just want to get the word out. It'll make me (and others) feel better. Perhaps I will take part in these organizations. I have to get involved. I can no longer sit and wait for the next person to speak up. I hope my old friend was not flying that helicopter, but my heart does go out to the families of those who were on board. Think of it this way.. If it's not my friend, it's someones son, brother, husband, daddy, boyfriend, partner, friend.
Here's a start:
www.codepink.org
http://www.unitedforpeace.org/
http://us.oneworld.net
By the way, here's the article:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16722042
even if it's biased, "vamped", or negative.. 19 people died on 1/20/2007.
-Dani
Joey and I were having a wonderful unplanned Saturday that involved Starbucks, strange museums of Chicago and cheap Mexican eats... The afternoon ended and we returned home.. Our evening was not over..
We popped in a great movie and started watching..
Joey decides to call his friend Mike to confirm the when and where of where our friends will meet for an evening that involves alcohol and silly dancing to follow.. along with smiles, laughter, and dizzy stupor.. :)
While Joey's on the phone, I decide to casually browse the Internet.. I'm somehow addicted to the news, although I have tried unsuccessfully in the past to try not to read the news, for the following reasons:
-The media is biased.
-So much negativity.
-How much the story is "vamped" up.
-I don't care much for Britney Spears and a drunken party girl supposedly named Lindsay Lohan..
I scroll up to the address bar, and click on the down arrow.. and since msnbc.com is proudly protruding as first in line, I give it an automatic highlight, and in BOLD RED print displays:
Third-deadliest day of war for U.S. troops
12 die in helicopter crash; 5 killed in militia attack; roadside bombs claim 2
I read on, the article describing on how the helicopter crash was a Blackhawk helicopter. My stomach fell to the floor.
I was quiet.
I was furious.
I was overwhelmingly sad.
The muffled screaming voices that seem like bad EMF were in my head stronger than ever.
I knew someone who flew Blackhawk helicopters. We were military friends in high school.. He was Marines at Curie and I was Navy at Whitney Young..
Joey hung up and saw me open the window for air. I told him what had happened. I didn't feel like going out anymore. He didn't either. He too, felt slightly ill, and visibly upset. How could I go and have fun when there are men and women 9 years younger than me fighting a war that has no reason? What is this war trying to accomplish? I couldn't stop the feeling of being sick to my gut. The cold January air blew stolidly into the 85-degree apartment. I felt slightly better. We decided that going out was not in the best interest, and rather opted talking about what just happened, declaring that something has to be done. I called my nephew, to hear his voice and to see how he was doing. I brought up the subject. He didn't have much to say. Maybe he thinks it doesn't affect him. I hung up with a calm goodbye. Joey smiles, and I call Jamie. I seem to have woken her.. (oops!) and we talk for a few minutes. She was included in the partaking of tonight's supposed activities. "It's OK, I really don't feel like going out anymore." And I proceeded to explain why. I hung up with a smile since she wants to get involved too..
I feel better having vented to 3 people all in a matter of an hour. I talk to Joey some more.. and we decide to call it an evening..
So here I am, at work, researching sites. And I have found a couple.. I'm not asking you to join, but rather read. I just want to get the word out. It'll make me (and others) feel better. Perhaps I will take part in these organizations. I have to get involved. I can no longer sit and wait for the next person to speak up. I hope my old friend was not flying that helicopter, but my heart does go out to the families of those who were on board. Think of it this way.. If it's not my friend, it's someones son, brother, husband, daddy, boyfriend, partner, friend.
Here's a start:
www.codepink.org
http://www.unitedforpeace.org/
http://us.oneworld.net
By the way, here's the article:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16722042
even if it's biased, "vamped", or negative.. 19 people died on 1/20/2007.
-Dani
posted by Dani V @ 1/22/2007 03:53:00 AM
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Thursday, January 04, 2007
I'll try to relate if you will talk to me.
I'll try to be great, like it were meant to be.
You think that maybe we could sit for a while.
Come out and say the things that you like to do.
And I'll do my best to try to relate to you.
I hope that maybe we could sit for a while.
And I, wanna thank you, and I wanna thank you.
I wanna thank you for not being afraid.
Cause you know you're perfect to me.
I hold my breathe just to hear you speak.
As time has gone by, I've seen you in every way, from angry to sick and everything day by day, you're still the most beautiful guy in the world.
I know you're the best at everything that you do, and none of the rest could ever compare to you.
Always in my eyes you're my number one guy.
And I, wanna thank you, and I wanna thank you.
I wanna thank you for not being afraid.
Cause you know you're perfect to me, I hold my breathe just to hear you speak and I hope this dream never ends cause you know you're my bestest friend.
Ryan Huston, "Thank You"
(his lyrics orginally say "beautuful girl" and "number one girl", please substitute for "guy" in this case.)
You are my inspiration,
My rising sun,
The hungry waves as they clamour for the coast,
The singing tenor's extruding emotions on a quiet Italian night,
You are my rising moon in the cool air as I wake...
-Dani
posted by Dani V @ 1/04/2007 03:00:00 AM
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Friday, December 29, 2006
God shouldn't I be writing fiction of some sort!?!?!
posted by Dani V @ 12/29/2006 06:29:00 AM
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New Years is coming.. Time to think of a resolution? I think not. Actually, I haven't made resolutions since God knows when. I just look forward to a better year. Will I work out? Maybe. Will I pay off my debts? I hope so. But I dont need the pressure. Life is about having fun.
I'm actually growing tired. I feel my brain rotting, slowing down. I hear the Wicked Witch of the West in her screeching voice screaming "I'm melting! I'm meeelllttting...". I need the Nintendo DS just to have that game where it keeps your brain alert.. I have hopes of going back to school. But I also have hopes of another future. A house. A family. Being happy. The latter hope dominates only because I want that more. There will be jobs, (unless China takes them all, I better learn cantonese quick!) and there will be a future, good or bad.
I've thought about returning to the Options Exchange. At least going back as a 2nd job. I remember those days, and I think about them on a recurring basis. I remember the people, good and bad, I remember how much fun it was.... Just to be a runner. I watch CNBC with a sweet reminisce about how I loved to monitor the S&P even if it was just a 1/4 point. I would check my stock every 5 minutes and study the giant book I had on options...
So many thoughts in my head gather towards the end of a year. I'm looking forward to this new years, since I really haven't had a decent one ever. (I've even slept through a couple.) I'm looking forward to kissing my Joey at midnight in the middle of the Marriott ballroom in my pretty black dress. His kiss has so much emotion, especially coming from one who isn't very verbally emotional at all. That's ok. I love to feel emotion instead. I love to close my eyes and pretend we're on Pont Neuf in Paris, a foggy, drifty, lonesome early morning, before the sun rises and burns the fog off the world's most romantic city. Perhaps we're in London, overlooking the Thames river, wearing raincoats for good measure, and the city is in black and white. His blue eyes have turned to light clear grey, mine are a muddied grey/black, in this 1940's drama. The war is coming, and I see the RAF fighter planes overhead. We return home, and turn on the radio for our favourite drama, instead we hear news of another German U-boat has been sunk by our British Navy, we smile, but are wary, since we do not want war. I do not want him to leave, but Her Majesty calls him.
I love to pretend.
I'm actually growing tired. I feel my brain rotting, slowing down. I hear the Wicked Witch of the West in her screeching voice screaming "I'm melting! I'm meeelllttting...". I need the Nintendo DS just to have that game where it keeps your brain alert.. I have hopes of going back to school. But I also have hopes of another future. A house. A family. Being happy. The latter hope dominates only because I want that more. There will be jobs, (unless China takes them all, I better learn cantonese quick!) and there will be a future, good or bad.
I've thought about returning to the Options Exchange. At least going back as a 2nd job. I remember those days, and I think about them on a recurring basis. I remember the people, good and bad, I remember how much fun it was.... Just to be a runner. I watch CNBC with a sweet reminisce about how I loved to monitor the S&P even if it was just a 1/4 point. I would check my stock every 5 minutes and study the giant book I had on options...
So many thoughts in my head gather towards the end of a year. I'm looking forward to this new years, since I really haven't had a decent one ever. (I've even slept through a couple.) I'm looking forward to kissing my Joey at midnight in the middle of the Marriott ballroom in my pretty black dress. His kiss has so much emotion, especially coming from one who isn't very verbally emotional at all. That's ok. I love to feel emotion instead. I love to close my eyes and pretend we're on Pont Neuf in Paris, a foggy, drifty, lonesome early morning, before the sun rises and burns the fog off the world's most romantic city. Perhaps we're in London, overlooking the Thames river, wearing raincoats for good measure, and the city is in black and white. His blue eyes have turned to light clear grey, mine are a muddied grey/black, in this 1940's drama. The war is coming, and I see the RAF fighter planes overhead. We return home, and turn on the radio for our favourite drama, instead we hear news of another German U-boat has been sunk by our British Navy, we smile, but are wary, since we do not want war. I do not want him to leave, but Her Majesty calls him.
I love to pretend.
Happy New Year to all.
posted by Dani V @ 12/29/2006 05:49:00 AM
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Thursday, December 28, 2006
I haven't blogged in a while, but while I still ponder on what to write, take a minute to check out this site and please sign the petition to send one of my favourite thinkers/astrophysicists on a NASA mission:
Please copy and send this e-mail, with your name saying "I support this initiative to send David Sereda into space on the NASA Space Shuttle to look for UFOs. I believe NASA has not been forthcoming with all of the evidence they have for ET contact."
Send the letter to: astronaut.selection@mail.nasa.gov
Dear Chief NASA Administrator Michael Griffin;
Subject: Special Skills application for Astronaut
I, David Sereda, would like to apply to become an astronaut for special reasons. I saw a UFO in Berkeley, CA in 1968 when I was 7 years old. It was saucer shaped, metalic and hovered silently not far from the Berkeley National Lab for over 20 minutes. There were fifty or so witnesses with me. After 20 minutes, the flying saucer went invisible: invisible to the naked eye that is. Hello, My name is David Sereda. I am a well-known Space Science Researcher and UFOlogist. This year I will have spoken to over 100 million people through radio and TV appearances. Because of cetain research I have done into NASA Space Shuttle UFO phenomena, millions of Americans believe NASA is hiding evidence of UFOs appearing on such missions. There is now testimony that NASA has been retouching photographs with UFO in them (deleting UFOs). Gary McKinnon, the British Computer Hacker, testifies to this also. NASA anticipated contact with Extraterestrials when it first set out to journey into space (See the Space Act and the Brooking study 1958). If contact has been made, and the American public has been deceived, NASA may have made the greatest mistake ever for a public agency. I would like to go on the space shuttle and the ISS to conduct studies of UFO phenomenon using special cameras sensitive to visible, infrared and UV to search for UFO activity. I would like to report my findings to the American people. I am now collecting a petition of signatures of citizens who want me to fly on the NASA space shuttle in space to search for ET craft. Please advise me of the application process.
Sincerely,
David Sereda
And please check out his website at: http://www.davidsereda.blogspot.com/
Please copy and send this e-mail, with your name saying "I support this initiative to send David Sereda into space on the NASA Space Shuttle to look for UFOs. I believe NASA has not been forthcoming with all of the evidence they have for ET contact."
Send the letter to: astronaut.selection@mail.nasa.gov
Dear Chief NASA Administrator Michael Griffin;
Subject: Special Skills application for Astronaut
I, David Sereda, would like to apply to become an astronaut for special reasons. I saw a UFO in Berkeley, CA in 1968 when I was 7 years old. It was saucer shaped, metalic and hovered silently not far from the Berkeley National Lab for over 20 minutes. There were fifty or so witnesses with me. After 20 minutes, the flying saucer went invisible: invisible to the naked eye that is. Hello, My name is David Sereda. I am a well-known Space Science Researcher and UFOlogist. This year I will have spoken to over 100 million people through radio and TV appearances. Because of cetain research I have done into NASA Space Shuttle UFO phenomena, millions of Americans believe NASA is hiding evidence of UFOs appearing on such missions. There is now testimony that NASA has been retouching photographs with UFO in them (deleting UFOs). Gary McKinnon, the British Computer Hacker, testifies to this also. NASA anticipated contact with Extraterestrials when it first set out to journey into space (See the Space Act and the Brooking study 1958). If contact has been made, and the American public has been deceived, NASA may have made the greatest mistake ever for a public agency. I would like to go on the space shuttle and the ISS to conduct studies of UFO phenomenon using special cameras sensitive to visible, infrared and UV to search for UFO activity. I would like to report my findings to the American people. I am now collecting a petition of signatures of citizens who want me to fly on the NASA space shuttle in space to search for ET craft. Please advise me of the application process.
Sincerely,
David Sereda
And please check out his website at: http://www.davidsereda.blogspot.com/
posted by Dani V @ 12/28/2006 01:15:00 AM
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Tuesday, November 14, 2006
As I sit here at work, I ponder the many good things in life. Life has been good to me lately. Work is not so bad, Im getting the job done and Im getting more comfortable at it. Not exactly what I want to be doing in life, but hey.. One has to take what one can get. I get paid well. I want a future. I want the house, family, and retirement.. Give it to me. I want it. I want to take it full on. Give me the suburban house, the white picket fence and the 2.3 children. And the family dog. The SUV. My newspaper thrown by the 14-year old boy with bad aim and gets it in the puddle on the walkway. I want Speggetti-O's on my ceiling. I want my child to want me when I pick him up from school and my husband to come home and give me affection after dinner when the kids are asleep. I want life. I want all the positive I can get from this rapidly declining world. I want to show my family what a good world we live in, and how by just us 4.3 people can make it a better place. My children will be Crystal children.. They should be, both thier parents are Star children..
Have you ever felt the need to be wanted? Truely wanted and appreciated? To want someone lust for you and take you all in? I thank God every day that someone has fulfilled my need, but one must have a balance, and for all my needs are my returns.. My Love that has fulfilled my need must also receive my returns.. all equal.. from one kiss to a kiss returned.. to affection to affection returned, to caring to caring returned.. from make one laugh to a laugh returned.. everything must carry a balance..
Have you ever felt the need to be wanted? Truely wanted and appreciated? To want someone lust for you and take you all in? I thank God every day that someone has fulfilled my need, but one must have a balance, and for all my needs are my returns.. My Love that has fulfilled my need must also receive my returns.. all equal.. from one kiss to a kiss returned.. to affection to affection returned, to caring to caring returned.. from make one laugh to a laugh returned.. everything must carry a balance..
"The most important human endeavor is the striving for morality in our actions. Our inner balance and even our very existence depends on it. Only morality in our actions can give beauty and dignity to life." -Albert Einstein
posted by Dani V @ 11/14/2006 05:31:00 AM
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Monday, November 06, 2006
Life has been on the up and up lately.. Im actually happier! Winter is a very tough time for me, but I seem to be taking it well. Halloween was a BLAST! I decided to be Dorothy and Jamie was a beer maid and Jesse was lil Red Riding Hood.. we were some sexy chickies! We decided to go to Vision, Joey drove and we all had a great great time.. It was fun checking out what everybody else was.. The winner hands down was these 2 women who were a "roller-coaster ride".. They were hilarious, walking the club together and every few seconds or so they would raise thier hands and scream! ROFLOL! It was too good.. :)
Soo... winter is coming.. brr.. I love walking around the apartment in shorts and a tank top.. But my parents.. my poor parents. Im helping them with a few hundred dollars for the heating bill.. Why must it be so much? Thier house is old and a few windows are cracked.. ::sigh and tear:: I'll try my best to help them even more. That really gets me depressed.. Making sure they're ok, that they can manage. I feel guilty for having such wonderful warmth sometimes, but Im glad that they have us sisters and bro to rely on in case they need us.
That's all for now.. Im at work listening to the new Mana cd and creating a new calendar of classes to teach.. Im liking my new position. Its very different from my old position, I jumped 2 grades and a pay grade as well.. Im going to give it my all, I want to be the best trainer.
Soo... winter is coming.. brr.. I love walking around the apartment in shorts and a tank top.. But my parents.. my poor parents. Im helping them with a few hundred dollars for the heating bill.. Why must it be so much? Thier house is old and a few windows are cracked.. ::sigh and tear:: I'll try my best to help them even more. That really gets me depressed.. Making sure they're ok, that they can manage. I feel guilty for having such wonderful warmth sometimes, but Im glad that they have us sisters and bro to rely on in case they need us.
That's all for now.. Im at work listening to the new Mana cd and creating a new calendar of classes to teach.. Im liking my new position. Its very different from my old position, I jumped 2 grades and a pay grade as well.. Im going to give it my all, I want to be the best trainer.
posted by Dani V @ 11/06/2006 04:03:00 AM
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About Me
- Name: Dani V
- Location: Chicago, Illinois, United States
Goodness! Ok.. um.. er.. Im a pretty well rounded American-Mexican chick having grown up in Mexico, Texas, and Chicago.. I like almost any subject, pick one and we'll chat for hours!
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