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Old Blog – February 2003

FEBRUARY 08, 2003
MINIATURE ROSESHerGardenWeb.com

Article at HerGardenWeb.

I’ve bought two beautiful miniature roses this year. One isn’t doing so well. I think it wants to hybernate. Silly rose, it’s nearly Spring now.

HerGardenWeb needs a new site manager. I’d like to do it, I’m tempted to do it but how could I do it? Soon my head is going to start spinning around.

But, I would like to do it.

Posted by ltripp at 02:13 AM
PROCRASTINATIONWork from Home with A Home-Based Business Online

Overcoming Procrastination In Your Home Business
© 2000 Elena Fawkner

I’m always procrastinating. I’ve developed it to an art form. At the end of the article she writes about how it’s really self-doubt among other things. For me it is self-doubt. I let myself fall into doubt pits and it’s easier to stay there than crawl back out again.

Posted by ltripp at 01:41 AM
FEBRUARY 06, 2003
BOLD OPINIONBold Opinion – About Us

This came up at BackWash today, in the links submitted for approval. I thought it was interesting. Too tired to really put brain power into reading it now.

Posted by ltripp at 02:33 AM
FEBRUARY 05, 2003
ANTI WIL WHEATONNO WIL WHEATON DOT NET

I agree. Let him cure cancer or something, become a real celebrity, or get a real job.

Nothing against him personally, I don’t know him. But the hype is out of proportion.

Posted by ltripp at 04:10 PM
DOMAIN WHORESdomain whores — a webclique

There seems to be a trend to being labelled a whore of some kind. It doesn’t really appeal to me.

Domain Goddess, Domain Diva, Domain Grrl, etc would be much better. I can’t see a whore as something positive, cheery or proud.

Posted by ltripp at 01:58 AM
RARELY LIVING“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.” –Oscar Wilde

“The secret of getting ahead is getting started. The secret of getting started is breaking your complex overwhelming tasks into small manageable tasks, and then starting on the first one.” –Mark Twain

“There’s much to be said for challenging fate instead of ducking behind it.” –Diana Trilling

Posted by ltripp at 01:54 AM
QUOTATIONS AND ONE LINERSOneliners and proverbs provoking deep thoughts with a smile

Some of these are really good but it’s tough to look through all of them to find a few gems.

A compliment is a statement of an agreeable truth; flattery is the statement of an agreeable untruth. (Sir John A. MacDonald)

Don’t take life too seriously, you’ll never get out of it alive. (Elbert Hubbard)

Write injuries in the sand, kindnesses in marble.

You will face many defeats in your life, but never let yourself be defeated. (Maya Angelou)

Life is much like writing in ink : All you can do is read over your past and look forward to a blank page for your future that will soon be filled with words that can never be erased. (Gabe Suico)

Posted by ltripp at 01:52 AM
FEBRUARY 04, 2003
NOTHINGI logged in to post something. But, my brain is sleeping and I can’t remember what I was going to post.

Outside we are getting freezing rain. I wish I had gone out today, earlier. The weather people were blabbing about freezing rain all day and it was clear. It started after dark and now I don’t think I want to risk going out tomorrow. Though I had planned to, due to not going out today, wary of all that doom and gloom from the weather people.

Life is a circle.

Nightie night.

Posted by ltripp at 01:44 AM
FEBRUARY 02, 2003
HIGH FLIGHTBackwash – Content – Growing Up All Over Again

High Flight
by
John Gillespie McGee, Jr.
No. 412 Squadron, RCAF
Killed over Europe in 1941, age 20.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds–and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of–wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew.

And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

Posted by ltripp at 12:43 AM