joined on 04/17/07
last updated 05/12/08
March 21, 2008
She doesn't like Billy Joel. Too bad, so sad...
"I don't care what consequence it brings;
I have been a fool for lesser things.
I want you so bad,
I think you ought to know that
I intend to hold you for the longest time."
February 12, 2008
My Loveliest Big Friendly Giant,
I'm sorry to have broken the power of three you had going on down under but as much I love threesomes, I always think the more the merrier!
I have only gotten to you know you via the cyber world thus far, but feel you as a living, breathing and grinning presence in my heart and in my life already. I cannot believe we lived a stone's throw away from each other in Boston ... that makes me laugh and shake my head ruefully at the same time :)
In the short time we have become friends, I can honestly say that seeing your loveheart around has made my tribe life and my real life a happier, more compassionate, and waaayyyyy more fun place to be! You make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me feel special and cared for, and I know that I can trust you.
I hope you know how wonderful, special and fanfuckingtastic you are, and how treasured you are by those of us lucky to have you in our lives!
Much love, laughter and Tim Tam bouquets coming atcha!
Lauren
xox
February 6, 2008
Isn’t it said that good things come in threes. Here’s your third testimonial and more importantly, I’m fortunate enough to be the one writing it.
We known each other for eight months and in this short time, been through a lifetime of experiences. We’ve met stalkers, engaged trolls, changed our names and profiles, and argued, disagreed and even unfriended each other more times I care to recall. Nonetheless, throughout all these upheavals, you have been consistent in your kindness and love, never once, have you abandoned your friendly nature, nor forgotten how to forgive.
Thank you BFG, for being my friend, for teaching me the difference between squash and pumpkins and for allowing me to introduce Tim Tams and Mint Slices into your life :)
I hope I have been and remain worthy of your friendship.
January 17, 2008
Why do you only have two testimonials here ?
I would have thought you would have had heaps of Accolades in this box ... Heaps.
It is probably because you're keeping everyone enchanted as they chat to you in tribes, and via Private Message, and your charm has distracted them from paying homage to your Kind Self ?
This, my Dear, must be the reason...
Or maybe you just don't want to show off..
I dare you, no, double dare you, to publish this one or there will be consequences.... I might have to name a Tribe after you or sum-thun...
August 25, 2007
BFG is beautiful in every sense of the word. She puts the happiness of those she loves before her own, she is a friend who will give non-judgemental advice when asked, and all of this is reflected in her beautiful blue eyes. I'm lucky to know her.
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nothing is impossible....
"The Blue Rose"
A folktale from China
Retold by Rose Owens
There was once an Emperor who had but one child—a daughter. She was his pride and joy, his treasure. He cherished her above all else. As he became old and his health began to fail, he realized that he might not always be there to care for and protect this precious daughter. He determined that it would be best if he were to find a husband for his daughter.
When it became known that the Emperor was seeking a husband for the Princess, many men found their way to the palace to request his daughter’s hand in marriage. The Princess pleaded with her father. “Father, let me remain with you to care for you. I have no wish to marry and leave you.” But her father was adamant. Finally he said he would allow her to name one qualification that her chosen husband must meet—be it wealth or looks or special ability or whatever. The Princess said she would name that qualification on the morrow.
That evening the Princess went to the garden to talk with the gardener’s son—her childhood playmate. “If I say my husband must be handsome, he might be handsome but have a cruel heart. If I say my husband must be kind, he might also be terribly old. Oh what qualification should I specify?”
As they discussed the problem, the Princess and the gardener’s son determined that it should take the form of a test—difficult but not so difficult as to be impossible. “And it must be ambiguous,” said the gardener’s son, “ so that it is up to you to determine if the man qualifies.” Late that night they finally determined what that qualification must be.
The next morning the Princess told her father, “I will marry the man who can bring me a blue rose.”
The neverending stream of suitors ended for none could find a blue rose.
A wealthy merchant, not wanting to waste time looking for the blue rose, went to a flower vendor. “I will give you a bag of gold if you can find me a blue rose,” he said. After a long, fruitless search, the flower vendor gave up. He bought a strong dye and dipped the stem into it. The petals of the rose turned a pale blue. “Keep the rose in the vase with the dye,” he told the merchant, “until just before you give it to the Princess.”
The merchant brought the rose to the Princess. The Princess reached out and took the rose from his hand. As she looked at the rose, a drop of blue dye fell from the stem and puddled in her hand. She looked at the bluish-green leaves and then looked into the merchant’s eyes. He could not meet her gaze. “I cannot marry you,” she said. You have tried to deceive me. I would have a husband who is true.”
There was a handsome young warrior who would marry the Princess. He was strong and powerful. None dared to stand against him. The young warrior went to the king of a neighboring kingdom. “Bring me the blue rose,” he said, “or I will kill you and half the people in your kingdom.” The king, who valued peace and did not wish to fight, presented the warrior with a blue sapphire that was carved in the shape of a rose.
The young warrior presented the sapphire rose to the Princess. She looked into his cold eyes—eyes that were as hard as the rose of stone. She said, “I cannot marry you. I must have a blue rose that is real—not one that is cold and hard.”
The youngest of the king’s advisors also sought the Princess’ hand. He conceived a clever plan. He commissioned an artist to make a blue bowl. On the side of the bowl was painted a blue rose. The rim of the bowl was edged in gold. It was fragile and delicate—a thing of rare beauty. The young advisor presented it to the Princess on bended knee. The Princess looked at the bowl and looked into the eyes of the young man. “Marry me, Princess,” he said, “I will help you rule your kingdom.”
The Princess shook her head, “I must have a rose that is real.”
That evening the Princess sat in the garden talking to the gardener’s son. “None of them could bring me the blue rose. I must marry someone who will be honest and true with me—as you have always been.
He cannot be hard and cruel. I need someone who is kind and patient—as you have been.
I do not want a husband who seeks only for power and riches. I want one who will value me for myself—as you have. . . . .”
“Princess,” said the gardener’s son. “Tomorrow I will bring you the blue rose. Wait for me in the blue room just before sundown.”
The next day when the sun was almost gone, the Princess sat in the blue room. The gardener’s son approached bearing a plain white rose in his hands.
“But it is a common white rose,” said one.
“He is the gardener’s son,” said another.
“Surely the Princess will send him away,” said a third.
The gardener’s son knelt before the Princess. Through the blue stain glass windows, the rays of the setting sun shone touched the petals of the white rose.
As the Princess reached out to take the rose, a murmur arose. “He is only the gardener’s son.”
“The rose is not truly blue.”
The Princess stood. “My people, let me tell you what I see. I see a young man who has always been honest and true. I see a young man who has had the courage to be patient and kind enough to wait until I knew what was in my heart. I see a young man who values me for myself. In his hands he hold a gift of love. And it is blue. And if you cannot see that the rose is blue, I say that you are colorblind.
The old Emperor took his daughter’s hand and he took the hand of the gardener’s son and joined them. And the Princess married the gardener’s son and they lived happily ever after—not because this storyteller said so—not because that’s the way that love stories should end. But because the Princess and the gardener’s son knew that their happiness was in their own hands and that each was responsible for making sure that the other was happy.
Retold by Rose Owens
Copyright 2000
about me
previously known as Best Friend's Girl
There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams,
yet slips away from us
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?
Oh ooo oh
There's no chance for us
It's all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment
set aside for us
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever
Ooh
Who dares to love forever
Oh oo woh, when love must die
But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever
Forever is our today
Who waits forever anyway?
"For Good"
Wicked
(Elphaba):
I'm limited
Just look at me - I'm limited
And just look at you
You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda
So now it's up to you
For both of us - now it's up to you...
(Glinda):
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you...
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good
(Elphaba):
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
[For Good lyrics on www.metrolyrics.com]
But because I knew you
(Glinda):
Because I knew you
(Both):
I have been changed for good
(Elphaba):
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for
(Glinda):
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share
(Both):
And none of it seems to matter anymore
(Glinda):
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
(Elphaba):
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood
(Both):
Who can say if I've been
Changed for the better?
I do believe I have been
Changed for the better
(Glinda):
And because I knew you...
(Elphaba):
Because I knew you...
(Both):
Because I knew you...
I have been changed for good...
yes, still alive, in the throes of Carmina rehearsals...Monday-Wednesday-Friday this week, performance Saturday...hard to believe it's finally here after all the prep work !
good thing I have some free time this week to get ready :)
"Oh, four tuna....send more tuna...."
Wed, May 14, 2008 - 2:14 PM
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so things have really cracked the shits (to quote my Aussies - hope I used it right ;) ) at work...this is pretty much fallout still from when I fell behind before, but the boss doesn't see it that way.
Sadly, though, this means no tribing at work, at least not for now while I'm under the microscope. I don't want to leave any of my tribes, but I may not be able to get to all the posts with my limited tribe time. So if there's something you really need me to see, PM me .
Hopefully this ...
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I just ate what is possibly the most amazing ice cream EVER.
Oh. My. God.
Some of you know of my addiction to Haagen-Dazs Dulce de Leche ice cream...best stuff ever...or so I thought. Felt in the need of a little comfort on the way home, so I stopped to get some...when this caught my eye. Haagen- Dazs Caramelized Pear & Toasted Pecan. A gorgeous, deeply pear flavored ice cream, with chunks of caramelized pears covered in sugary, caramely goodness...you know how I love caramelizing thi...
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in honor of ANZAC day, and pimping one of my favorite tribes at the same time....
tribes.tribe.net/triviaroc...7bb325e692
may have to commemorate this one myself...cookies, and Mel Gibson. I remember having to watch Gallipoli in a high school history class - man, was he hot. That must have been where it started ;)
Too Dumb to be True - Almost
A 41-year-old correction officer collected more than $5,000 in workers’ compensation after he reported a work-related injury last June. He claimed he was too injured to work.
The officer is now facing workers' compensation fraud charges after he ran a 40-yard dash in women’s clothing and high heels as part of a radio station’s contest for Hannah Montana concert tickets. “Race in Heels Trips Man on Workers Comp,” AP as reported on MSNBC.com (March 26, 2...
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Alicia: This is a very strange love affair.
Devlin: Why?
Alicia: Maybe the fact that you don't love me.
- Alfred Hitchcock's "Notorious"
"You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love 'til it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other 'til it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Real love isn't brains, children. It's blood. It's blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it."- Spike, from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer"
"I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end " -Margaret Thatcher
Once at a social gathering, Gladstone said to Disraeli, "I predict, Sir, that you will die either by hanging or of some vile disease". Disraeli replied, "That all depends, sir, upon whether I embrace your principles or your mistress." - Benjamin Disraeli
"I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall" - Eleanor Roosevelt
“Accustom yourself continually to make many acts of love, for they enkindle and melt the soul.” - St. Theresa of Avila
"Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none." - Shakespeare, "All's Well That Ends Well", Act 1 Scene 1
What Love means to a 4 - 8 year old . ..
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'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.'
Rebecca ~ age 8
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'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'
Billy ~ age 4
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'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.'
Karl ~ age 5
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'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.'
Chrissy ~ age 6
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'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.'
Terri ~ age 4
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'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.'
Danny ~ age 7
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'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss'
Emily ~ age 8
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'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.'
Bobby ~ age 7
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'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,'
Nikka ~ age 6
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'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.'
Noelle ~ age 7
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'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.'
Tommy ~ age 6
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'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.
He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.'
Cindy ~ age 8
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'My mommy loves me more than anybody
You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.'
Clare ~ age 6
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'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.'
Elaine~age 5
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'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.'
Chris ~ age 7
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'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.'
Mary Ann ~ age 4
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'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.'
Lauren ~ age 4
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'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.'
Karen ~ age 7
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'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.'
Mark ~ age 6
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'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.'
Jessica ~ age 8
I like this place and willingly could waste my time in it - "As You Like It", Act 2, Scene 4
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