Their favorite spot is sitting and watching me do things on my laptop. They’ll sit for an hour at a time sometimes, just watching.

Mostly though, they’ll just try to attack the cursor and walk all over the laptop when I’m trying to do something important. Sometimes I take advantage of having Photobooth at the ready…

[The other day I was doing logic homework when Gretchen insisted on helping...]

["Don't worry...I got this"]

[Break-time]

[Mabel is much more elusive and thus harder to take pictures of, but I manage every once in awhile]

I had to endure twenty-four hours of solitude in my own home this weekend. Because I had read my ticket wrong, I ended up returning home from France a day earlier than I had told Logan and he was still in Joplin. So after being away from him for over a week, I had to be away from him some more. Not only that, but he took Mabel.

I’m actually quite comfortable with being by myself. I rarely get frightened and I relish time to catch up on housework, watch “Project Runway” while I eat my lunch, and talk on the phone as long as I want. But there was a certain “unaloneness” in that day. It seems I am so used to having Logan and Mabel around that their presence was nearly as strong as if they were actually there. Even though they were gone, the empty space was so significant that it almost became a presence in itself, keeping them there and in my memory.

Logan is an extremely light sleeper and it has become a kind of love for me to not touch him during the night, so that he might not be startled out of his illusive sleep. But when he is gone, even though I could sprawl out on the bed, I sleep tightly tucked into my corner. Well, actually, I always sleep on his side when he’s gone. It helps, somehow, but I still don’t stray onto the other side of the bed, and I believe it’s because I’m still afraid I’ll wake him.

When I walk in the door, I bend down subconsciously, as though to say, “Off, Mabel!” and keep her from jumping.

When I took out the trash, something jingled in the bag and sounded like Mabel’s collar. I looked over my shoulder for her.

When I sit at the table to eat, his chair seems full of him, and I turn my computer slightly, so he can see the screen.

It was the same for Logan as well. While I was in France, he said that when he walked in the door everyday, Mabel would run up to him to be pet and then she would go stand by the door, waiting for me. I told Logan, “You should really hope that nothing happens to me before I get back, or that will be unbearably sad for you.”

The empty spaces were a reminder of to us of our loneliness and yet they also became a comfort, reminding us that we have someone in our lives and that person is usually here, just not now.

Logan is here now, sitting on the couch, twirling a strand of his hair. Mabel is whimpering beside him, telling him that it is supper time. The empty space was been filled with flesh and blood and heart. The ghosts have gone.

Den svenska kopian av Gordon Ramsays “Kitchen Nightmares” , “Kniven mot strupen”  i tv 3 på torsdagar är ruskigt dålig. “Stjärnkocken” Alexander Nilsson (som ingen vet vem det är …?), försöker, helt misslyckat, att kopiera Gordons ultrasuccé som överlägsen köksdiktator. Han är säkert en duktig kock, vad vet jag men, att stå och vifta med händerna och dravla om ointressanta faktorer, som inte alls har nån betydelse i sammanhanget ger ju ingen direkt info om varför krogen är på fallrepet. Det hjälper ju inte direkt bara att ”gruppkramas” för att få ett bärbart ekonomiskt resultat …  Att han sen skriker med en röststyrka som kan knäcka även den lyhörde och säger -”liksom” i varje mening förändrar ju “liksom” inte betyget …

I´ll be back
//Mabel

*For more on Jack and Mabel, click here*

Jack and Mabel were the two golden retrievers that the Lumberjack and I brought home during our first 3 months of marriage.

Let’s review what we have already discussed about them:

1)  We bought them with the intent to breed, but that was a no-go, due to Mabel’s sealed womb.

2)  They were terrors:

Fact:  They ate our floor

Fact:  They ate my old hairnets

Fact:  They jumped out of moving vehicles.

Fact:  They dug up the remains of my childhood dog, Joey, snacked on said remains,  and then got sick and threw up all over my parent’s carpet.

So, at this point in our story, it is the year 2005.

The Lumberjack and I have been married for 5 years.

Sweet pea is 18 months old and Daisy Mae is 3 months old.

I was still in my “I think babies are challenging but I have no idea what I am talking about because I have yet to have a boy” phase.

Raise your hand if you just have girls.

Allow me to let you in on a little secret:

BOYS ARE WAY HARDER.

But I digress . . .

So, there I was:  A stay-at-home mom of two little girls and I was also trying to keep track of tweedle dee and tweedle dum:

I had no control over these dogs.

They would escape all the time, for hours on end, and I had no idea where they went.

One time, they were picked up on the FREEWAY.

Yes.

Safe, I know.

When they would return from their secret rendezvous, they would bring home other people’s dog’s toys, baseballs, shoes, and a whole assortment of odds and ends.

Half the time they would come home soaking wet, which led me to believe that they:

A) Took a jog down to the lake

B)  Were crashing backyard neighborhood pool parties.

One day, the Lumberjack came home and I was at my wit’s end.

4 million points to anyone who can tell me what a wits’ end is.

I could not keep track of these dogs.

So, we found a home for Jack.

I felt really guilty about this.

But it had to be done.

We gave Jack to a family friend and we told this friend that if he ever changed his mind, we wanted him back.

The first few days were pretty rough for me and Mabel, but ,eventually, we got used to life with one dog.

And since we kind of knew the guy who took Jack, we would occasionally hear updates.

*****Fast Forward 2 years********

The Lumberjack and I are in bed.

He is asleep.

I am doing my usual routine: think and worry about anything and everything I can.

Out of nowhere, my thoughts focus on Jack.

What have I done?!

He was my first baby?!

I used to love him so much . . . how could I give him away?

Me:  “Wake up!  Wake up!”

The Lumberjack: “Huh?”

Me:  “I miss Jack!”

*sob*wail*sob*

Now, we also have a brother-in-law named Jack.

This has my poor husband feeling slightly confused.

Him:  “Why do you miss Jack?”

Me:  “I can’t believe I gave Jack away!”

Him:  “The dog?”

Me:  “I loved him!”

Him: “Jack was stupid.  Go to sleep.”

Me:  “Have you heard any news on him?  Is he doing okay?”

Him:  “He is fine.  Go to sleep.”

Me:  “Let’s see if we can get him back.”

Him:  “No.”

Me:  “Please!  Life is easier now . . .the girls are older.  We could handle it now!”

Yes.

I thought life was easy.

God still hasn’t blessed me with this dude yet:

Now, the Lumberjack hates chatting with me.

And he especially hates chatting with me when he is half-asleep.

Him:  “Go to sleep.  Jack is dead.”

Me:  “What!  How do you know?”

Him:  “My parents told me.  He got hit by a car a few months ago.  Goodnight.”

I am now sitting straight up in bed and I turn the light on.

Also, I am wailing.

Not just crying.

No.

I’ve got snot everywhere, I’m hyperventilating . . . it’s not pretty.

Me:  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Him:  “Because you would act like this.”

Me:  “Why did I give him away?”

So, I continue to wail for good 10-15 minutes.

My poor Lumberjack just really wants sleep.

Finally, he sits up.

“Ok.  He is not dead.  I haven’t heard anything about him for awhile.  I am sure he is fine.  Can we go to sleep now?”

Me:  “What?  Why did you say he was dead?”

Him:  “I thought it would make you go to sleep quicker.”

Clearly, my Lumberjack has a lot to learn about the inner workings of the female mind.

Now, I am not only upset about not having my dog, but I also am recovering from the fact that I thought he had been hit by a car.

And, to make things even more interesting, now I have to worry about the future of my marriage.

I really should never try to communicate with this man after 9 pm.

It truly does me no favors.

Sen när är det lagligt att visa Pernilla Wahlgren i sitt stylade kök och få oss att tro att hon kan laga mat?
Jag trodde hon enbart ägnade sig åt att göra retuscherade reklamfilmer för Garniers hårfärg? Visst är håret stylat så det svänger men ska man inte som kock ha håret uppsatt?
Cheesecake med pepparkakssmak är faktiskt skitgott, prova! Men kyckling med julmust? Holy crap, katastrofal kombination …  Vilka amatörer! Gör det mesta fel, fnissar mest och det är pinsamt när “kocken” har en bling-bling ring av storlek large på sig. Andra delen av programmet handlar om att hon sitter och gör julpyssel med sin familj. Vem bryr sig? Visa Mabel´s Merry Christmas istället så lovar jag att ni får större utbyte …

I´ll be back
//Mabel

Jag var inne på Sunday Café för att köpa en lunch “to go”, och jag fattar fortfarande inte!
Varför kan man inte lära den knappt byxmyndiga, söta personalen att service är a och o. Oavsett om det är 5 eller 25 gäster i kön så blir man stående i evigheter och vissa har fortfarande inte förstått  att man måste faktiskt prata med personen som står på andra sidan disken! Det vill säga om man har sett att det står någon där, knapparna på kassan och samtalet med kompisen slår ju högre …
När jag skulle ta med soppa så sa personen bakom disken två ord samtidigt som hon tittade åt ett annat håll. Jag frågade om jag kunde ta med från allt på menyn och hon sa  -allt. Sen plockade hon ihop en påse, 2 burkar till soppan, en påse till brödet, en burk till creme fraichen, la det på disken och sa -65. That´s it! Hur faan ska jag kunna veta att take away innebär att man själv får gå och hämta maten från en buffé? Kostnadseffektivt? Visst, men lägg gärna några kronor på service och kommunikation.
Tro nu inte att jag bara klagar på Bryggan Brothers men det finns ju inte så många krogägare här …

I´ll be back
//Mabel

Here at AppMtn, it isn’t so very unusual to receive an outraged email or comment after I’ve said something less than flattering about a name.  The longer I write, the more keenly I think about the fact that these names are worn by real human beings.

So it is doubly thrilling when I write something and the parents are happy to discover the post.  Better still, they write about it on their blog.  Which brings us to adorable baby Estelle over at The Emperor’s New Crib.  Thanks to her parents, I now know that frikadelle means meatball in Danish.

A bunch of other random thoughts:

• I like Anneliese.  I can understand respelling her Annalise or Annalisa.  But Analyse?  Yup, I’ve just spotted a baby Analyse.  I don’t think her parents are psychiatrists;
• Anyone think True will catch on as a first name?  It’s sort of like a virtue name on steroids – far bolder than the established Grace and Faith, stark compared to the gently old-fashioned Felicity or Amity.  Actor Forest Whitaker has a daughter called True Isabella Summer.  True Jackson, VP is a Nickelodeon show ’bout a super-stylish teen who ends up heading up a line at an honest-to-goodness fashion label.  (And no, her mom’s name isn’t Kimora.)  The show is in season #2 and now airs on Nick UK an Nick Latin America;
• Nicole Kidman is about to return to the big screen as Claudia in the musical Nine. If it is half the hit of Moulin Rouge, the sadly neglected Claudia could finally get a boost.  After all, the devilish Satine still surfaces on message boards;
• I keep meaning to mention the compound name of my favorite project runway finalist – Carol Hannah.  I’m not wild about either name, but I find the combination strangely appealing.  Or is it too close to Poltergeist’s tragic Carol Anne?  I also heard a prospective model’s name mentioned during casting for the contestants’ shows – Drielle, which sounds a too much like a French power tool to be pretty;
• Nancy mentions strangely appropriate names – as in, a retail analyst named Tiffany Co.  I recently met a cantor named Aria and while chasing the kids around the Bass Outdoor Extravaganza Warehouse Winter Wonderland, I heard a camouflage-clad dad call his son Hunter;
• Bewildertrix spotted a Juno Alexandra Zénaïde, little sister to Hugh.  I agree with her – what a fabulous combo;
• Digital Spy talked with Emmerdale (it’s a UK soap) star Charlotte Bellamy about the names she and partner Mungo Denison chose for their three kids: sons Sunnie and Herbie and daughter Teddie Boo Florence;
• She’s not here yet, but Joey Lawrence tells Celebrity Baby Blog that Charleston’s little sister will be called Liberty Grace.

A few noteworthy posts you might’ve missed:

• Did you catch the Nameberry post on Old Lady Names?  It’s interesting to see how trends evolve – they report on the granny chic picks they’ve mentioned in each edition of Beyond Jennifer & Jason, now rebooted as Beyond Ava & Aiden.  They’ve definitely caught on in the DC ‘burbs – I can think of Ida, Mabel, Hazel and Elsie all in my ‘hood.  Funny to think that someday Cynthia, Barbara and Deborah will all sound fresh again, too;
• It’s no longer fashion limbo.  They’re now outlier names. Celebrity Baby Blog interviewed Nameberry’s Pamela Redmond Satran about names like Paulina, Bronwyn and Helena;
• Lastly, Xanthe Linnea has a great list of one-syllable names for boys.  I love Bram, Clark, Heath and Rhys.

Speaking of one-syllable boys, a year ago I was writing about Rex.

Thanks for reading, and see you next week!

Has anyone ever gotten in trouble from their letter carrier?
We have.
We are on our last warning.
Guess who freaks the letter carriers out:

Mabel has become quite cantankerous in her old age.

Oh, she is a naughty thing.

She figures out every way possible to get out of our backyard.

I reckon it is on account of our complete and utter disregard for her existence since we had the children.

Poor dog.

Mabel dislikes the letter carrier.

We do not know why.

She does not seem too picky.

The kids put clothes on her, ride her, pinch her, step on her, and poke her eyeballs.

And she just takes it.

But show her a stranger holding a stack of white envelopes, and she goes nuts.

Seriously.

She chases them down and barks at them.

If the letter carrier sees her out one more time, we will no longer get mail.

Ever.

Is that legal?

Don’t we have rights?

Well, I am trying my hardest to keep tabs on the dog.

But, my main focus is keeping handsome dude . . .

alive.

So, there are times when Mabel is not my top focus.

But I really hope we can continue to get mail . . . otherwise fun moments like this would not happen:

In this current age of technology, the handwritten letter is rare.

But my girls have a Great Aunt Dana.

And Great Aunt Dana spoils them from time to time with packages in the mail.

She even throws in a few coloring pages and just little random bits and pieces of fun things she has collected for them.

And they love it . . . they really, really love it.

Sweet Pea sat down amidst all of her postal loot and teared up.

“I just really miss Aunt Dana.  I don’t think I have seen her for like, 10 years.”

Sweet Pea has a tendancy to exaggerate.

“Dear Dana, I mish you . . . “

*tear* sob* tear*sob*

Sweet Pea also tends to get emotional.

And I tend to get emotional when I think of how big my Sweet Pea is getting.

I mean, she can do so many things now:

*read

*count to 121

*fold laundry

*ride a bike

*write words . . . like mish

Ahhhh . . . my baby . . . .

She is also a stubborn little thing.

I had 4.2 million things to do because my friend Bimlissa was coming over.

And I had to hurry and try and meticulously clean my house, so as to appear that no children, husbands, or dogs lived there.

Cause Bimlissa would not be my friend if my house was not tidy.

She’s snooty like that.

But Sweet Pea insisted that I address her package to Aunt Dana and put it into the mail immediately.

Yes.

I am sure my letter carrier would greatly appreciate this package stuffed in the mailbox.

When the Lumberjack and I were first married, we got our dog, Jack.

Jack was one weird dog.

Facts:

* He used to eat my old, used hairnets.

*He ate our laundry room floor

* He would get scared and pee all over himself.

The lumberjack used to be extremely frugal.

Annoyingly frugal.

So, once the Lumberjack added up how much this dog was costing us (i.e. new flooring, 50lb bags of dog food, etc), he hatched up a plan.

The plan was to buy a female golden retriever so we could breed them and sell the puppies.

Because according to the Lumberjack, Jack needed to start earning his keep.

So, we brought home our little furball, Mabel.

But, alas.

The Lumberjack’s plan was thwarted.

Mabel’s womb was sealed and she would never become pregnant.

So, there we were.

Two dogs.

Twice the dog food.

Twice the dog poo.

Twice the home repairs.

We had many adventures with these dogs in our early years of marriage.

They were our babies.

I loved them with all of my heart.

The Lumberjack liked Mabel.

The Lumberjack did NOT like Jack.

Jack was dumb.

One fall afternoon, the Lumberjack and I decided to take the dogs on a drive up into the mountains.

Why?

Because we did not yet have 4 kids.

 And we were bored.

And we could not afford cable.

Well, we probably could.

But, by golly, that Mr. Lumberjack was FRUGAL back then.

We put the dogs in the back of the Lumberjack’s Ford F250 truck.

This is the same truck that I drove 5.3 miles in with the emergency brake on.

The Lumberjack was not pleased with me that day.

But, I digress.

We were all ready for our fun day of mountain driving with our two dogs.

As we were driving down the road, I looked out the side mirror and saw Jack jump out of the back of the pickup.

While we were driving.

Then Mabel jumped out.

“Stop!” I shrieked. “My babies!”

The lumberjack pulled over.

He yelled at the dogs.

Then got them back into the truck.

Off we went.

And, wouldn’t you know it, they did it again!

Dumb dogs.

So we put them back.

And guess what.

They did it again!

The Lumberjack was angry.

He sped up to make them run harder.

Then we pulled over and retrieved our Golden Retrievers.

We had one leash.

Cause we are smart like that.

So we tied Jack down to the back of the truck.

Ha!

Take that, Jack!

And off we went again.

Now, this dog was dumb.

I mean really, really dumb.

He seriously used to eat my hairnets.

He would run around the house with them stuck in between his teeth and we would have to pry them out.

Oh, I am sorry!

Did you not know that I used to wear hairnets?

Interesting.

Anywho . . .

This dog was dumb.

So, guess what that dumb dog did . . .

Jumped out of the truck.

Whilst still attached to the truck.

Dumb dog.

He is hanging by his collar off the side of the truck, getting swung all around.

Dumb dog.

“Stop!  Stop!  He’s hanging himself!”

The Lumberjack was beyond annoyed at this point.

“Good.”  He said.

*Gasp!*

At that moment, my whole world came to a hault.

Could it be true that my husband did not share in my deep and never-ending love for these two dumb, yet beautiful creatures that God had given us?

Goodness.

This news is truly tragic.

Where was I?

So, Mabel is sitting pretty like a good girl.

Jack is dying.

I am sobbing.

And the Lumberjack is speeding.

Finally, my husband has mercy upon this dumb dog and pulls over.

We are at this point 30 miles from our home.

Clearly, we cannot leave this dumb dog in the back of the truck for 30 miles.

For if we do, one of the following situations will occur:

1)  The dogs will jump out, we will not notice, and they will be lost forever.

2)  The dogs will jump out and get hurt.  Then when we receive the medical bills, the frugal lumberjack will be so angry that he had to pay them that he would take the dogs back into the mountains to shoot them.  Then I will cry and wail and we would continue living out our lives in a cold and loveless marriage.

3)  The dogs will jump out on a busy road and cause a minor collision.

4)  The dogs will jump out on a busy road and cause a major collision.

Trust me.

None of these options are good.

So, one of us has to sit in the back of the truck and hold the dogs down by their collars.

For 30 miles.

Because I had previously driven this truck for 5.3 miles with the emergency brake on, I was not allowed to drive the truck any longer.

So, I was the one destined to ride in the back of the truck and prevent disaster from happening.

But, I deemed this situation unsafe.

Where was my seatbelt?

Where was my seat?

Where was my heater?

So, I made the Lumberjack take all the back country roads back to our home.

And I would rap on the back window if his driving became reckless or his speed exceeded 18 mph.

I am happy to report that no dogs died that day.

And my marriage did not end that day.

Did you like that story?

Cause I got plenty more where that came from.

Dumb dogs.

So  . . . .

Am I the only one who has had to wear a hairnet on a daily basis?

So not only did SJP and Matthew Broderick have twins, they’ve generated double the press with their name choices.

First came the announcement that the girls were named Marion Loretta Elwell and Tabitha Hodge.  Which was followed by chatter about how Marion and Tabitha were mismatched, and wasn’t it unfair that poor Tabitha had just two given names?

Now we learn that  SJP and Matthew Broderick call their girls Loretta and Tabitha - and that firstborn James Wilkie was responsible for choosing the name Marion.  And he was wily enough to insist that it be legal, which is why the parents put Marion first, rather than tucking her in the middle.  (Weigh in on Yea or Nay: Loretta here.  So far, opinion is split pretty evenly.)

When I asked Aly what he wanted to name his pterodactyl (no, not a real one.  This isn’t Torchwood), he told me December.  Which I find strangely appealing.  Nonetheless, I’m glad we didn’t let him (seriously) weigh in on his sister’s name.

In other starbaby news:

• Jane Carrey has announced that her dad, funnyman Jim Carrey is about to be a grandpa. Apparently, Jane and boyfriend Alex Santana have already settled on the name Jackson Riley;
• Alicia Minshew of All My Children welcomed a daughter, Willow Lenora;
• Layla Kayleigh, host of America’s Best Dance Crew, and Steve Corvino, of Sirius Radio, announced the birth of a daughter, Melody Rain;
• Model Karolina Kurkova is new mom to son Tobin Jack;
• Footballer Wayne Rooney and wife Colleen are the parents of a son, Kai Wayne;
• And, of course, Mel Gibson is a father for the EIGHTH time.  He and girlfriend welcomed daughter Lucia.  Mel’s first seven kids are Hannah, Edward, Christian, William, Louis, Milo and Thomas.

Elsewhere online:

• I love the Nymbler stats!  October’s Top Ten is as follows: Charlotte, Ava, Amelia, Benjamin, Ella, Grace, Jack, Finn, Oliver and Abigail.  And the Top Five brand new names?  It’s quite the celeb-driven list: Sparrow, Anniston, Huckleberry, October and Pixie;
• Remind me to take Nancy along the next time I’m facing a long drive somewhere.  She’s traveling the highways and by-ways of Mississippi while reading the phone book to spot unusual real names!  Her lists are fascinating – check out the sixth in the series here, and follow the links back.  You just know there are stories behind names like Jaston, Tavarius and Hacksaw.  Plus she’s discovered several people with the name Toxie;
• Wladimir Lyra of the Max Planck Institute for Astronomy in Heidelberg is pushing to give names to the known exoplanets.  (Hat tip to Language Log.)  Scientists are discovering planets outside of the solar system at a gallop – they’re at 400 and counting.  The sage fonts of wisdom at the International Astronomical Union feel that it would be impractical to name them all.  Instead, they assign strings of numbers and letters.  Too bad – I know we could all put our heads together and name 400 planets in no time – Jaston, Tavarius and Hacksaw are all available;
• Over at For Real Baby Names, there’s mention of a British Minne Jane Snoo.  Please, please, please let Snoo be a family name and not a clever twist on Boo.  In happier news, her list also includes a Hero Charlotte Moranna and a Flora Isabella Minette;
• While I’m spotting trends that trouble me, Bewildertrix brings us Xzavia Paul William.  But there’s also a Serena Alice Louisa, little sister to Verity.  And I’ve seen Verity in a few other BAs recently;
• Lastly, check out Elisabeth’s post on Country baby names over at You Can’t Call It “It”.  While not all of these conjure up haystacks and John Deere for me, maybe that’s because I’m already hearing them on kids inside the DC Beltway – Clio has classmates called Mabel and Ida, and I know fashion-forward urbaniste parents with offspring answering to Polly, Earl and Roscoe;
• A year ago, I wrote about Matilda and Luke.

That’s all for this week – as always, thanks for reading.

March 28, 1999
Live from Philadelphia, PA.
Your hosts: Michael Cole and Jerry Lawler

WWF Hardcore Title: Billy Gunn vs. Hardcore Holly vs. Al Snow (w/Head).
Holly is insanely over at this time with the crowd. Holly suplexes Snow on the outside. Snow beats down them with a hockey stick. Gunn thumps him with a food-tray and then breaks a stick over Holly’s back. Snow goes low on him with the broomstick and does some kung-fu stuff. Snow nails Holly with a broomstick and beats up Gunn. Al takes Head and nails both guys. He places up a table in the corner. Holly sends Snow through the table. Gunn hits Snow on the chair with his finisher. As Gunn is pinning Snow, Holly nails him with a chair, and pins Snow himself @ 7:06. Defiantly not a masterpiece, but had some fun spots and got the crowd into it. Not the worst way to start off the PPV,but not the best either. It was funny that everyone who held the hardcore title, which had no credibility, got over immensely with the crowd. * ½

• Highlights are shown from Tag Team Battle Royal hyping up the next match.

WWF Tag Team Titles: Owen Hart & Jeff Jarrett (w/Debra) vs. Test & D’Lo Brown (w/Ivory).

The Tag Titles here meant less than they did now, and they wouldn’t pick up until Edge, Christian and the Hardy Boys came along. D’Lo goes for the Powerbomb, but Owen comes off the top and missile dropkicks him. Jarrett rolls into a jackknife for the win @ 3:58. Four minutes for a tagteam match on Wrestlemania!? Give me a break. At least they tried to pack as much as they can in such little time they had, but they couldn’t do that much in four minutes. * ¼

• People give their opinion on the Butterbean vs. Bart Gunn match, as they try to hype it up.

Brawl For All: Butterbean vs. Bart Gunn.

Butterbean catches him with a solid right and stubbles him. He tilts in and knocks Gunn down. Gunn says he’s alright, but Butterbean moves in and nails him with a right cross @ 0:35. Well that’s one way to get a famous person on the show;however, it still sucked.  N/R

Winner Referee’s the Main Event: Paul Wight vs. Mankind.

This was around the time where they couldn’t think of a name for Paul, but then they finally came up with Big Show, and it stuck with him. Show misses a swing. Mankind puts Mr. Socko in. Show starts fighting out of it, but Mankind keeps the hold in. Show finally picks him up and squashes him down to the canvas.  On the outside of the ring, Show hits Foley with a chair. Big Show then beats up Mankind in the ring, and eventually draws a DQ @ 6:50. Vince McMahon comes out pissed, and he starts yelling at Big Show for ruining the plain; then Vince pimp slaps Big Show, and then Big Show levels him. Vince wants to have Big Show the ref because he wants to give Austin a disadvantage, but Big Show screws the plain up. The match would have been better placed on Raw rather than the number one PPV of the year. Also, am I the only one who finds it funny that this beatdown put Mankind out of action, but his fiercer beat downs didn’t? ¼*

• Backstage, Vince wants Big Show to be arrested.

WWF Intercontinental Title, Four Corners: Road Dogg vs. Val Venis vs. Goldust (w/the Blue Meanie & Ryan Shamrock) vs. Ken Shamrock.

Ryan wounded up screwing Val, Billy Gunn, and Golddust to irate Shamrock, whore! Shamrock and Dogg start out the match. RD hits a dropkick and tags in Golddust. Golddust strikes away and throws Shamrock in Val’s corner. Val tags in and attacks Shamrock.Road Dog counters a Northern-Light and gets the Shake, Rattle, and Roll. Shamrock puts in the anklelock, but Val makes it to the ropes. They take it to the outside, and fight up the walkway where they both get counted out. Road Dog and Goldust are left. Shamrock obliterates them. Ryan by mistake grabs Golddust’s ankle, costing him. He gets a powerslam, but Road Dog rolls through it @ 9:47. No story, no structure and zero-percent of psychology; a bunch of spots thrown into one match with no flow. *

Kane vs. Triple H.

A San Diego Chicken comes out and goes after Kane. It turns out to be Pete Rose, but Kane gives him a TombStone, and it is enough distraction for Triple H to sneak behind and lowblow Kane. Kane tosses HHH away after some punches. Triple H sends him to the floor, but Kane lands on his feet, and pulls HHH out. Hunter irish-whips him into the steps.  Triple H gets him over and slams his face on the announce table. Kane nails H’s ribs into the ring-post. In the ring, Kane throws Hunter to the turnbuckle. Chyna then makes her way down to the ring. Hunter gets out of a Tombstone. Kane charges with the steel steps, but Hunter kicks them back in his face. Hunter trips him,and Kane goes face first into the steps. Triple H lariats him over the top. He goes for the Pedigree on the ring steps, but Kane backdrops him. Kane gets the chokeslam, and Chyna gets up on the apron with a chair. Kane turns him back and whack! SWERVE!  Kane wins by dq @ 11:30. HHH and Chyna start doing a beat down on Kane and DX lives on. Couldn’t Chyna have turned on Kane, and still gave us a real finish; seriously, who wants to see a DQ finish on Wrestlemania? Nothing reached 2^nd gear in this match up; kind of felt like both wrestlers were on auto-pilot.  It is amazing how much HHH would improve over the course of this year. ¾*

WWF Women’s Title: Sable vs. Tori.

Sable gets on the mic, and whoever thought it was a good idea for her to talk should have been fired. Tori wrestles her down and punches her in the face. Tori nails her with a sunset flip. Tori accidentally takes out the referee. Tori mingles out of the Sablebomb and goes for her own—but Nicole Bass press slams her. Sable finishes Tori with the Sablebomb at 5:06. This is not even the worse match of the night. -*

European Title: Shane McMahon (w/Test) vs. X-Pac.

Shane avoids the Broncobuster and runs. Test illegal attacks X-Pac from behind and puts him groin first in the ring post. Shane gets pimp slaps X-Pac around. He misses the Corporate Elbow, but Test distracts the ref while Shane gives X-Pac a low blow. Shane takes Test’s belt and beats up X-Pac. Shane to the top, but X-Pac dropkicks him on the top rope. Test takes X-Pac to the outside, but the Pac dodges him. X-Pac kicks the poop out of Shane and nails the Broncobuster. Test gets in and levels him with the belt. Shane misses the Broncobuster. X-Pac nails a spinning wheel kick on Test; followed by the Broncobuster on Test. Triple H runs down and pulls Test out. Chyna distracts the ref long enough, but HHH turns on X-Pac. Shane covers and gets the win at 8:41. The Corporation beats down X-Pac, but Kane makes the save. Shocking swerve by HHH; at least at the time. It was surprising to see of all the matches in the mid-card; this was the best one out of all of them. It would have been better with less overbooking, less inconsistency of the rules and more time. But overall, it was still a solid match, which felt like a breath of fresh air compared to the other crap on this show. ** ½

Hell in the Cell: Undertaker (w/Paul Bearer) vs. Big Bossman.

They trade blows, and Taker gets a near-fall off a clothesline. Bossman comes back with a neckbreaker. Taker starts beating him down. Taker jolts him into the cell’s post. Bossman ties Taker up with chains and hits him with his nightstick. The cuffs snap and Taker falls down. Taker gets busted open. Taker hits him with a chairshot. Taker rams Bossman into the cell. Taker hits a flying clothesline for only 2.Taker goes up but can’t hit the Ropewalk forearm because the Cell in too small. Bossman takes the advantage and crotches him on the rope. Taker comes back with the Tombstone Piledriver for the three @ 9:46. Heel vs. Heel barely ever works because the fans don’t know who to cheer for or to boo, so it usually ends up being a dead and a not very interesting crowd. Not only did that take place, the match was awful also. Not the worse match I have ever seen, not even Taker’s worse match I have ever seen, but still pretty damn bad. -***

WWF Heavyweight Title, No DQ: The Rock vs. Stone Cold Steve Austin.

Jim Ross replaces Michael Cole and commissioner Shawn  Michaels removes Vince McMahon as ref. Austin and Rock brawl in the crowd, which. They fight to the staging area where Austin throws him into the railing. Austin tries a piledriver, but Rock backdrops him.Austin comes back and stomps a mudpile in the nuts. Austin strangles him with an extension cord and whips Rock into the entrance sign. Back near the announce tables, Rock gives him a water spot. Austin Snake Eyes him on the ring barrier, and follows by an elbow through the Spanish table. Back in, Rock hits a Rock Bottom. ONE-TWO-THR—NO! Rock gets a chair, but Austin takes it away from him. Austin hits the referee with the chair on accident. Austin blocks a chair shot, but can’t hit the Stunner. Rock beats on him with the chair. Tim White comes in. ONE-TWO-NO. Rock puts in a chinlock. Austin fights out of the chin lock but runs into a Samoan Drop for 2. Rock takes the ref out with a Rock Bottom. Rock turns around right into the Stunner! Rock does his overselling on the Stunner. Earl Hebner is the new ref. ONE, TWO, THRE-NO! Vince McMahon comes down and distracts Austin. McMahon nails Earl Hebner and joins the Rock in beating down Austin. Mankind comes out and throws Vince out of the ring. Austin gets two off a schoolboy, but hits a Thez Press. Rock regroups with the Rock Bottom. The Corporate Elbow misses, and Austin counters another Rock Bottom to the Stunner. ONE-TWO THREE! Austin wins @ 16:51. The typical Russo overbooking works here as this match is very fun. Not on par with their matches to come such as WM-17 and 19, but a great effort here. Some noticeable flaws in the match, and an obvious botch, but it didn’t make this less exciting. The match really didn’t have a dull moment, which it good, but I could have gone without the typical Attitude Era crowd brawling. The final sequence was really put together well, and created some good drama. One of the best matches of WWF in 1999, but that’s not really saying much. *** ½

Going Home: This is what happens when you allow Russo to book a Wrestlemania; it turns out to be one of the worse ones up to date. 2 out of 10 of the matches are above bad, and everything else basically is garbage. Wrestlemania should be about wrestling, mostly. Of course you can have your actors, famous people, and all the other entertainment stuff, but Wrestlemania is you’re “A” show, and you should build previous shows up for this one. In this case, Russo used this show to build up angles for the future, and for the show. Wrestlemania shouldn’t be based on storylines and angles; it should be focused on the wrestling. Raw is where you mostly focus on angles and storylines. It is pretty much 101 booking that you use TV shows to build up PPV. Russo still to this day does not understand that concept, and TNA’s buyrates are that low for that reason.

Two Thumbs Way Down.

February 14, 1999
Live from Memphis, Tenn.
Host:  Michael “The Viper” Cole and Jerry “four-percent of votes” Lawler

Opening Match: Goldust vs. Bluedust.

Blue Meanie came into WWF right away imitating and costing Goldust his matches. Goldust hits a spinebuster. Bluedust weirdly shags Goldust’s leg. Lawler calls Blue Meanie a ECW reject, which is very moronic, but typical of Lawler. He was trying to insult Meany and ECW, but he insulted WWF. By calling him an ECW “reject”, he is admitting  that WWF picks up the scum in ECW. So, what does that make ECW, better than WWF? That’s brainless Lawler for you. Meany goes for a moonsault, but misses. Goldust finishes this off with Curtain Call @ 3:10. Goldust gives him Shattered Dreams after the match. What a waste of talent and opportunity in Goldust. Goldust had a great edgy and mysterious character that could have worked beautifully in this era, but they decided to keep him a glorified midcarder. If Goldust’s character and Dustin Rhodes ring work merged together, he could have been something much, much bigger than he was. Not a good match by any means, but at least it did its job of setting the tone for the loud crowd. ¼*

Vacant Hardcore Title: Al Snow vs. Hardcore Holly.

Starts out like a typical WWF hardcore title match as they head out into the streets. They do some more typical garbage brawling outside. They both go into the river. Holly raps up Snow into some cage-fencing, and Al Snow can’t kick out of the pin @ 9:58 I quite possibly enjoyed this when I saw it live, but since this formula has repeated itself over and over again, I couldn’t really get into this at all. Holly was surprisingly over, though. * 1/2

The Big Bossman vs. Mideon

Did they really think these two heels would actually interest the crowd? Bossman works over Mideon early on, but misses a chairshot (because chairs are legal in DQ matches in Russo and Ferreras’ world, sometimes) In the ring, they do some more boring stuff; then a huge boring chant breaks out. Bossman nails the Bossman Slam for the three @ 6:21. After the match ends, The Ministry does a beat down on the Bossman. The Undertaker slowly makes his way down, and watches the beat down on Bossman. Bossman gets carried out of the area, and this was later set up the Hell in the Cell everyone loves. Awful match. -***

WWF Tag Team Titles: Owen Hart & Jeff Jarrett (w/Debra) vs. Mark Henry & D-Lo Brown (w/Ivory).

In early on, Henry and Brown obliterate Hart and Jarrett. Debra distracts “Big Sexual Chocolate” with her vanilla. Jarrett hits the stroke on D-Lo. Lawler and Cole find it original to make fun of Bret Hart two years later.  Heels work over the faces, until D-lo gets the hot tag. Henry goes rage on the heels. D-Lo nails a spinebuster on JJ. He goes up for the Lo-Down, but Debra distracts him. Owen hits Henry in the knee with a guitar, and then JJ locks in the figure-four leglock to secure the win @ 9:33. It felt like they all were in auto-pilot, and no one really wanted to do anything really significant in the ring. There also was no structure in the match ever. Why not just make it a tornado tag if both men are legal in the ring even if there is no legal tag? This era was so inconsistent when it came to rules. * 1/2

Intercontinental Title: Ken Shamrock vs. Val Venis (w/Ryan Shamrock) Special Ref: Billy Gunn.

This feud would get really weird as Shamrock would later on date his “sister” in shoot life. You already know how much I hate this feud because of them overshadowing the title completely over a storyline that would be more compatible for Sex in the City. Shamrock goes rage in the ring, but Val attacks him before he can. Shamrock comes back and nails DDT, but Gunn won’t count. They hit each other with moves. Shamrock puts in the anklelock, but Ryan helps Val get to the ropes. Shamrock flips out on her and they have some words. Shamrock then goes back in, but Venis rolls him up and gets a quick count from Billy Gunn @ 15:37. Talk about backwards booking, Shamrock is the heel, but has to overcome the odds of his sister, Val and the screwy ref, ohhhhh-kay… The wrestling, in the match, wasn’t that good, either. *

Triple H & X-Pac vs. Kane & Chyna (w/Shane McMahon).
Chyna was in her heel turn and joined the Coporate Ministry. Kane beats down on X-Pac. Hunter gets a hot tag and hits Chyna like she is a chap. X-Pac fights with Kane outside. HHH hits Chyna with his high knee. Kane pulls down the ropes, and HHH flipped out, and then trade blows. Shane jumps in and attacks X-Pac. Kane breaks up a Pedigree with the chokeslam. He drags Chyna on HHH, and I see it matters who is legal in this match—the irony. Match ends @ 14:45. It was really funny to see Chyna actually get a win over HHH, even if it was a decade ago, but we all know how HHH isn’t one who likes to put over someone he doesn’t really have to. This was a decent, structured tag match. Some good action throughout the match, and seemingly I never got ever bored with it. Best match of the night to this point. ** ¼

WWF Heavyweight Title, Last Man Standing: Mankind vs. The Rock.
Mankind turns away from Rocky so Rock takes an advantage and attacks him. Outside, Rock gets whipped into the entrance structure. Rock heals, and hits a DDT through the announce table.Mankind sets up the Rock on the announce table, but Rock counters to a backdrop. Mick awakes and gives him the Mandible Claw. Rock gets up at 8 and hits a DDT, which knocks out Mankind down for 8, also. Both start hitting each other with chairs, and then eventually knock each other out @ 21:20. The ending was very unsatisfying because of the “MUST BE A WINNER” concept of the match. But these two just had great chemistry together, and could make anything work. Not as violent as their “I Quit” match, but defiantly effective. Too bad the finish didn’t feel precise. ***

Cage Match: Steve Austin v. Vince McMahon.

Vince Mcmahon won the Rumble by basically screwing Austin out of the match, and this was suppose to be the blow off of the feud, but we all know how that went. Austin stars beating Vince to death near the announce table—and chokes him out with a cord. They fight up the stairs. Austin tosses him back to ringside and does a beat down on him on aisle, then back to the ring again. Vince tries to climb into the cage and Austin keeps Vince climbing the cage and Austin knocking him backwards into the table. Vince takes a bump, and hurts himself! Later on, Vince tries escaping, but Austin nonchalantly catches him, drops him back in, and then sends him into the cage. Vince is now bleeding. Austin is now exiting the cage, but Vince gives Austin the two gun salute, which makes Austin come back in. Austin comes back in and beat down on Vince, and then hits a Stunner. But wait, who is that? It’s the Giant from WCW!  Paul attacks Austin and chokeslams him through the cage, but does it so hard—it opens and allows Austin to win @ 7:32. Pretty much a one sided squash match with a few obstacles in the way—that extended the match a little more. There was only so much stuff you could do in order to make it sensible—so it made the match kind of booked against the wall. The attack from Paul later would become gradually forgetting, so an overall horrible and pointless debut for Paul. The finish also kind of made Austin look like a chump rather than a badass. **

Going Home: Even if I desperately wanted to recommend this show for some biased reason, it would nearly be impossible to do so. The booking was abysmal, and the wrestling varied from dreadful, very bad, bad, and to two matches worth watching. Everything on this show felt like a let down; from the booking, matches, effort, and all the way to the opening video package. This show was not good at all, but if you, really want to see it, please watch just the three last matches because the under-card will make you want to punch babies.  But despite these bad shows, they still remained hot as hell over the course of this year, so they were still doing magical things even though the wrestling never reflected it.

Thumbs Down.

On the heels of Halloween, here’s a haunting choice – and a current one, too.

Thanks to Liz for suggesting Annabel as Name of the Day.

If you’ve been here before, you might blink at Annabel.  My rule of thumb is to use most common variant of the name as the post’s title – so the Name of the Day should be Annabelle.  Ranked #188 in the US as of 2008, Annabelle is quite current, while Annabel remains relatively obscure, at #801.

But pumpkins are still on my doorstep, so I’m opting to use the spare, tragic Annabel of Edgar Allen Poe’s 1849 poem Annabel Lee.  Like many of his dark and gloomy works, Poe’s lament concerned a beautiful maiden who died too young.  A more cheerful Annabel was imagined by L. Frank Baum a few years later, in 1906, though he published the novel under a pseudonym.

From the late nineteenth century right into the 1930s, Annabel was in use.  She peaked at #467 in 1880, suggesting that her best years were behind her.  Annabelle made it as high as #254 in 1924, but she, too, fell out of use by 1950.  Frilly valentines Annabella and Anabella were unranked until recently.

If Annabel and company are revival names, they’re less about the nineteenth century and more about the Middle Ages.  Many trace Annabel back to a pair of saints, one male and one female, both sharing the Latin name Amabilis.

In the fifth century, Amabilis served as a parish priest in Riom.  His name was probably closer to Amable.  Visit his French hometown today, and the central church is still named in his honor.  

Two centuries later, a princess wore a similar name.  She became a nun, and later a saint, in Rouen.  Records list her as Saint Amabilis, too.  

One or both inspired the medieval name Amabel, the source of late 19th century favorite Mabel.  Variants abound – Amabilia, Amiable, Amice and Mabella were all seen, too.  Even without the saints, it is easy to see the appeal of names related to the Latin amicus – friend. 

Amabel morphed into Annabel sometime after the 700s, either because parents linked the saint’s name to Anna, or because of a misspelling.  (Think of Innogen/Imogen.)

Others have argued that she’s just a lovely smoosh of Anna and Belle, and some make the case that Annabel is actually related to Norman or Gaelic elements.

Regardless, she’s appealed to parents for centuries.  It’s said that the Duchess of York wanted to name her firstborn Annabel but was persuaded to choose Beatrice instead.  

Maybe that’s because of Annabel’s, the glamorous London nightclub known for hosting Frank Sinatra, Diana Ross and more.  (The club was named after the owner’s wife, an aristocratic Annabel.  Viscountess Astor is an Annabel, too.)   

The rise of Isabella boosted all of the -bella names, but Annabelle most of all.  This either makes Annabel and friends either the perfect choice for parents seeking something just a little different, or one that seems a bit too familiar.  But with plenty of nickname options – besides Annie and Bella, you might even use Abby as a contracted form – there’s much to like about Annabel.

Men nu har väl marknadsanalytikerna på OLW fått hjärnsläpp? BokstAVSsjukdom …? Freakat ut totalt?
Deras nya gåva till oss chipsälskande konsumenter är “Sourcream och Bearnaise”!
Sourcream och Bearnaise? Man kan väl inte smaksätta chips med bearnaisesås?
Vad blir nästa smaksensation? “Med en len smak av gräddsås och en touch av lingon …”? Eller för att späda på hälsotrenden som vi alla ska följa som blinda fån “ Kålrot och svartpeppar …”? 
Näe, tacka vet jag de gudomliga Cheez Doodles utan några som helst annorlunda, löjliga smakkombinationer.
Helst ska dom ligga framme i en skål över natten och bli sådär underbart sega …

I`ll be back
/Mabel

oh instant magic how you will never cease to make me smile. many thanks should be sent to the impossible project for keeping the smiles coming .

thank you mabeloo for visiting. it was much appreciated and needed. we miss you!

Roma Annie Isobel, Alice Grace, Isabella Mavis, Vida May, Ivy Jean, Rubina Alice, Thora Mildred, Nora Elsie, Margaret Louisa, Eleanor Lillian, Alice Louisa, Ida Constance, Constance Winifred, Emily Mabel, Zeta Tui, Daisy Sylvia Florence, Audrey Josephine.

Henry Maxwell, Alexander Archibald, Herbert Edmond Henry, Bertram Thomas, Wallace Llewellyn, Russell Samuel

some instax goodness brought to you by mabel.

happy thanksgiving .

i would have to say that halloween is my second favorite holiday, the first being christmas. (and if you’re interested, thanksgiving rounds out the list at number three). now last year i did NOTHING for halloween and i am still burning with resentment, so i refuse to be caught in that situation again this year. i’m not sure exactly what the plans are yet, so this is me putting some feelers out to find out what’s going on this time around! i know what my costume is going to be, and i have most of the crucial accessories already. i do need a couple more things as well as some serious costume makeup. i miss my ben nye kit! i don’t like to reveal my costume until halloween night… not necessarily because i think it will wow everyone, but more that i don’t want people to have expectations of what it’s going to look like and then it ends up being disappointing. also i like people to guess what i am. there’s no ambiguity in this costume, however. if you see me and you don’t know what i am, then you spent an entire decade of the 20th century sleeping under a rock.

speaking of halloween, J took me to some haunted houses last night! they weren’t bad, i have to say. i did get a little freaked out, so it was fun. i loooooooove being scared as long as it doesn’t last too long, i guess. for example, when i went to see the blair witch project i was so freaked out that i didn’t sleep the entire night. that’s the only time that has happened to me before, and it SUCKED. under normal circumstances, however, i enjoy the adrenaline rush. and even when you’re not scared, halloween is just fun, if for nothing else than the fact that you can go into a store and buy 5 lbs of candy and everyone there will believe you’re buying it for children when really you’re taking it home to test your own gastrointestinal limits. i’ve never done that, of course, but i hear things.

in other exciting news, i bought my pumpkin today!!! it is an excellent choice if i do say so myself, and his name is norman. i also bought a sugar pumpkin for mabel… her pumpkin’s name is francis. pepper got a little baby pumpkin named polly. on an unrelated note, i name EVERYTHING. i’m planning on doing some carving next weekend

by the way if you’re wondering why mabel looks like she’s wearing a halloween mask, she just has a cherry eye in her right eye. her surgery is tomorrow… nothing serious, just something that’s pretty common in her breed. i promise i am not abusing my dog, nor does she has some freakish form of canine pink eye. walking her through petsmart felt like walking through the grocery store with your kid who got a black eye on “accident.”

the little domestic in me did manage to make her way out and i sprinkled a few fall decorations throughout the apt.

i leave you with a photo of the marzipan section in mike’s pastry… because it’s colorful and pretty

hope everyone had a day off of work/school/whatever today! see yaaaazzzz

Twins.

Kaia & Layla, Gaia & Evelyn, Elizabeth & Samantha, Beth & Amy, Edie & Beth.

Names with hyphens (boys in brackets)

Lola-Jean, Arden-Grace, Mia-Moana, Nola-Mae, Chlea-Jade, Janesta-Rose, Matilda-Rose, Abigail-Maree, (Dar-rel), (Cee-Jay), Marlee-Rose, Sophie-Lee, Danny-Jo, Tracey-Lee, Kobyn-Rayne, Indiana-Rose, Marie-Louise, Poppie-May, Bella-Tiarne, Miabella-Rose, Destiny-Pearl, Tiana-Jade, Danika-Leigh, Safahri-Jade, Taitum-Jaymz, Liliana-Jade, (De-yon) Summer’Jayne, Alexis-Grace, Payton’Lea, Shana-Lee, Tiana-Jae, Matildah-Rose, Ka’tia, Torrie-lee.

Girls

Belinda, Victoria, Adelaide, Amy, Bethany, Lauren, Eva, Kendall, Bridie, Gisele, Melanie, Erin, Yasmin, Clare, Natalie, Michelle, Faith, Rhianne, Ruby, Carissa, Jacinta, Keeley, Laura, Samara, Elle, Nina, Lola, Louise, Violet, Callista, Anastasia, Zoe, Carmen, Helen, Felicity, Melissa, Elena, Valentina, Freya, Delilah, Amelia, Isla, Julia, Cassandra, Imogen, April, Morgan, Lucia, Poppy, Tess, Winter, Angela, Molly, Jacqueline, Bonnie, Jade, Alice, Ebony, Rebecca, Aurora, Celine, Monique, Lisa, Madeline, Bronwyn, Lucinda, Willow, Carly, Daisy, Camille, Raffaella, Piper, Lara, Nadia, Angela, Lucy, Libby, Nikita, Thea, Chelsea, Cleo, Reese, Arianne, Catherine, Francesca, Toni, Ingrid, Katherine, Paula, Sabrina, Roxy, Bronte, Mariah, Sandy, Sasha, Dakota, Cara, Tiffany, Tyra, Holly, Miranda, Julie.

Shirley, Luella, Annie, Shirley, Marnie, Bessie, Amity, Lucille, Rosa, Lulu, Mimi, Reba, Elsie, Pearl, Iris, Rosetta, Olive, Tilly, Babette, Heidi, Yvette, Tabitha, Eloise, Hermione, Diana, Clementine, June, Beth, Josephine, Mina, Chrysanthe,Hazel,  Daphne, Mabel, Amaryllis, Georgie, Lillian, Dahlia, Teodora, Ivy, Esther, Arabella, Ida, Meg, Olive, Aubrey, Jane, Cynthia, Alison, Juliette, Mary, Allegra, Eleanor, Mariette, Evangeline, Klara/Clara, Kit ,Dina, Lolita, Olympia, Sally, Edith.

Coco, Quincy, Angel, Caprice, Jewel, Majenta, River, Jazz, Avalon, Cherish, Cairo, Rain, Winter, Shiloh, Harmony, Elodie, Saige, Lucky, Vienna, Paisley, Tigerlily, Maple, Indigo, Pyrate, Trinity, Tulip, Nevaeh, Porsha, Serenity, Hope, Kitty, Arden, Anakie, Pixie, Alaska, Demi, Ocean, Chardonnay, Patience, Melody,Nevada, Dusty, Harper, Modesty, Chevy.

Monieka, Nikkisha, Alyvia, Khloie, Sascha, Talieya, Illiana, Havania, Neva, Ashlan, Adahlia, Somma, Lyla, Cloe, Alecia, Eliesha, Addicyn, Cheyanne, Alexxa, Avah, Wynta, Aaleah, Aleksa, Marleya, Tessah, Chaylee, Jayde, Shae, Chelce, Natalee, Armahni, Scarlotte, Summah, Alaliela, Izabella, Serynnia, Shaela,  Nieve, Azaiyah, Ellenore, Shilah, Mychaela, Avaril, Sylvannah, Innika, Ayva, Rosemari,Jimima, Trelyse,

Ellia, Cianna, Jylea, Quaylah, Imara,Temika,Araya,Inara, Allyra, Aleka, Ashadiah, Arkie,  Zahni, Paea, Ecren, Ejren, Kokoda, Risha, Damara, Taniesse, Aashaylee, Daija, Delana, Folosade, Zoni, Oceah, Chimme, Zari, Irem, Ayansa, Janaiah, Alara, Shallyn, Tithi, Sharell, Shylynn, Tekeia, Tiese, Daisharn, Saybra, Sena, Nour, Mataya, Mohala,

Dempsey, Logan, Kirby, Blake, Emlyn, Kameron, Espen, Chandler, Eliette, Isaiah, Harvey, Shelby, Zia, Gabriel, Sidney, Jayden, Tully, Elliot,  Blaire, Darby, Finnlay,

Keali, Kiana, Kiahla, Kiyarah, Kaylia, Kalara, Khyaura, Kaitara, Kiyarah, Kirrali, Kyndra, Kadelle, Kiesha, Kyndral, Kymani, Keiley, Keana, Kiralee, Kasia.

Asta, Amika, Talya, Kaya, Shanti, Tahnee, Sakura, Aroha, Sachi, Priya, Sabra, Lia, Alessia, Aniela, Sora, Ximena, Donatella, Natalya, Halina, Athalia, Maja, Amani, Natassja, Aomi, Amal, Isha, Luciana, Quiana, Myfanwy, Zaira, Leda, Layal, Manaia, Mahina, Soleil, Solange, Jaya, Mahalia, Zavia, Azura, Seren,

Snacka om att livet bara blir bättre och bättre …

Idag berättar radio Värmland att Arvika Kommun är den kommun i Värmland som klarat sin höstbudget bäst under 2009, med ett överskott på ca 47 miljoner.
Wow, kära medborgare, lägg nu förslag till Classe att för dom pengarna kan man ju bygga en, typ, simhall nere i hamnen? Såvitt jag vet så finns bara en sådan i Arvika idag och helt klart finns det befolkning så det räcker till en till?
Det är ju en konstant kö till bassängen i badhuset precis som det var till Raymond …

I´ll be back
//Mabel

Citat – “Efter katastrofer uppstår ändå nya möjligheter”, säger Mattias Olsson.

Ja Tjena. Igen. Kanske livsstilscoach vore en ny karriär att satsa på? Eller satsar inte Arvika Kommun på det yrket?
Sen när är en nedbrunnen restaurang en katastrof? Snacka om att leva i en egen liten bubbla där inte verkligheten är så tydlig.
Visst är allt relativt men katastrof är kanske att ta i? Kolla på Melker Andersson krogar, dom brinner hela tiden som facklor. Han tar dock inte ordet katastrof i sin mun vad gäller det. Sen tror jag inte heller att han får kalaset bekostat av Stockholms stad när han så flitigt bygger upp dem igen …
Kanske kunde det framgå i artikeln att man istället är tacksam över att ha startat en verksamhet i en kommun där man utan tvekan häller pengar “en masse” över en ägarduo som är på väg att skapa ett eget “monopol”.
Undra om de hade en aning om vilket flyt de skulle komma att få när valet föll på Arvika för deras första krog …??

Petra

Maple

Girls: Halle, Alaiela, Amelia Mary Rose, Layal, Isla Grace, Lianna, Charlie Parker, Dahlia, Julia, Havana, Scarlett, Taryn, Gabriel, Cassandra, Poppy Jane, Shaela Dawn Rose, Jahnesta-Rose, Saybra, Azaiyah, Elodie, Amali Hineauta, Mahlia, Izabella, Imogen Grace, Teodora, Dakoda, Lani, Ida Maria, April, Ivy, Chevelle, Imani, Iziah, Serynnia, Morgan Elizabeth, Esther Ruth, Nieve, Sidney Violet, Amira, Winter Serenity, Angela, Arabella, Jacqueline, Imogen Allegra, Meg, Eesha, Ellenore, Manaia, Iva, Lola, Honora, Jakora, Kasharla, Alice, Genevieve, Camille, Lyla, Lilly, Mabel, Marika, Laekin, Malaika, Sadie Nicole, Pearl, Angelie, Anjea Coco, Freya, Janae, Ruby, Stella, Tilliah Rose, Leilani, Teale, Sasha, Ellazae, Ashli.

Estive tãaaao em falta nessa semana !!!! Mas vou escrever um pouco hoje para compensar!!

Sempre achei as roupas da Mabel Magalhães bem de sra., mas essa coleção está linda (ou eu envelheci!)

Nem todas as roupas são desse estilo… mas a maioria tá linda!!!

Vale a pena ir na loja ver!!!! MABEL MAGALHÃES

Ah! A make-up e o cabelo é do maquiador de BH Bruno Candido!! Achei lindo!!!

• i am working on a close reading assignment on edwidge danticat’s short story “night women”. how studious of me.
• i had whole wheat bowtie pasta for dinner . and lots of carrots. oh how i’ve missed you crunchy foods. cereal tomorrow!
• i read some of jeanette winterson’s oranges are not the only fruit; i will try to finish it by thursday.
• mabel is coming for thanksgiving on thursday . another friendy reunion in the works!
• i work early on wednesday morning . boo.
• it’s quite warm in my room. i don’t like it.
• i plan on doing a mineral clay firming mask. my pores need to be tightened!
• i need to read at least one journal article tonight. come on me, get it together!
• i watched dexter today. it was so good. this season is going to be good !
• i really would like one of these soon:

(i told you cafe crepe, i could not resist you!)

• i should probably stretch more in the morning.
• i shall go to the library on wednesday. silent reading room! i’ve missed you.
• i really want to go play with my diana right now.
• i really want it to rain so i can wear my hunters . puddle jumping.
• i am tentatively planning a weekend getaway to montreal for the end of november avec shanice. hi mabel!

that is all…. .