I Am Unwritten, Can't Read My Mind, I'm Undefined
I'm Just Beginning, The Pen's In My Hand, Ending Unplanned

Staring At The Blank Page Before You, Open Up The Dirty Window
Let The Sun Illuminate The Words That You Could Not Find
Reaching For Something In The Distance
So Close You Can Almost Taste It
Release Your Inhibitions

Feel The Rain On Your Skin
No One Else Can Feel It For You
Only You Can Let It In
No One Else, No One Else
Can Speak The Words On Your Lips
Drench Yourself In Words Unspoken
Live Your Life With Arms Wide Open
Today Is Where Your Book Begins
The Rest Is Still Unwritten

I Break Tradition, Sometimes My Tries, Are Outside The Lines
We've Been Conditioned To Not Make Mistakes, But I Can't Live That Way

Staring At The Blank Page Before You, Open Up The Dirty Window
Let The Sun Illuminate The Words That You Could Not Find
Reaching For Something In The Distance
So Close You Can Almost Taste It
Release Your Inhibitions

Feel The Rain On Your Skin
No One Else Can Feel It For You
Only You Can Let It In
No One Else, No One Else
Can Speak The Words On Your Lips
Drench Yourself In Words Unspoken
Live Your Life With Arms Wide Open
Today Is Where Your Book Begins

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Ladies, if you're looking for a sunless tanner that won't turn you into a bright orange oompa loompa that wandered a little too far from Willy Wonka's chocolate factory...look no further!

Neutrogena Instant Bronze Streak-Free Foam - sunless tanner and bronzer in one (I used the medium level color).

It was an Allure readerÂ’s choice award winner but I didn't know that until after the fact. I'm not sure if that would have sold me on it when I saw it sitting on the shelf but hey...maybe it means something one of you readers...

Let me add this by saying I'm so white I might as well be clear. I wear the lightest shade Clinique makes. Getting me to tan is like trying to get an elephant into your dog house...it just ain't happenin. Another problem of mine? A lot of cosmetics turn orange on my skin. So when I say this won't turn you orange, I really mean you won't turn orange.

It goes on fairly easily and dries really quickly. It didn't tan my palms and I'm not streaky. More importantly, I don't look like I tanned 10 shades in 2 hrs.

So it has my stamp of approval...take it for what you will...

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Thanks to SWG's story about feeding the stray cat on his trip yesterday I now miss my pets again. I can't have pets where I live now so letÂ’s take a trip down memory lane...

As a kid we rescued/saved each and every one of our family pets.

Dummy - he was a fluffy white cat that my parents already had when I was born. I'm not sure how they came to adopt him but they did somehow. He was as dumb as a stump, hence his name. In actuality, he was probably partially blind or something. If you put food in front of him, he still couldn't find it. He was one of those indoor/outdoor cats so he got to run around the neighborhood a lot. This apparently pissed off one of the neighbors (who was a giant uh... not nice person... on a good day). Dummy went missing for a while and no one knew what happened. Later my parents found him near the backyard, shot dead. We could never prove it, but the neighbor was always the prime suspect.

Lucky - he was a big grey cat with a white chest and boots. He got his name because we almost hit him with our truck. We were driving home from vacation one summer and he was sitting in the middle of the highway. At first, from far away, my dad thought he was trash in the road. As we approached and slowed down, the cat didn't budge. My dad stopped the truck, got out, and picked up the cat. We were out in the middle of farmland but he didn't look like a farm cat. We checked a few houses around but no one had seen him before. That made him ours. He was infested with all kinds of nasty things but once we got him cleaned up at the vet he was good as new. He was an inside cat from then on. He loved our house and got big and fat there. Unfortunately he had a not so bright vet. We never really knew how old he was but he was probably pretty old once he got sick. He started getting sluggish and would howl. He didn't want eat and eventually didn't want to move. We took him to the vet several times but it wasn't until the last visit that the vet realized what was wrong. He ended up on the operating table and just couldn't handle the stress. His body had been through so much that he just didn't pull through. (At least this is what my parents told me)

Little Foot - a black and tan tabby that my mom found as a kitten. He got his name because I had just seen the Land Before Time movie and I loved the main character. Mom worked in the doctor's office in a small town (yes, I said the, as in the only office). The doctor lived in a house across the alley behind the office. One day they had an emergency in the alley and when it was over my mom noticed the kitten. He was very young. Doc said he had been hanging around for a while. Mom went and put him on the Doc's porch so he didn't get hit in the alley. At the end of the day he was still sitting there, exactly where my mom had left him, so she put him in a cardboard box and brought him home. Lucky didn't really appreciate the addition at first but he got used to him after a while. Little Foot has been a hell raiser ever since we got him. The outdoors are the most fascinating thing to him and he always tries to escape. He always ends up coming back but without claws and having lived indoors for nearly his whole life, battling coyotes doesn't sound like a good plan. He lives with my mom still but he's getting daily medical care because his kidneys are just about gone. Poor kitty...

Nugget & Silky - these two kittens were picked up from a friend that was a member of the humane society as soon as they were able to leave their mom. Nugget was a short haired orange tabby. Silky was a long haired cream color. There are lots of stories about these two since they were the pets that I got to pick out as a child. I don't know what happened to them though. When my dad decided to sell the house and move in with his girlfriend (now his wife) he gave them away. It was a seriously traumatic experience because he didn't give them to a family, he took them to the shelter. Taking the time to find a loving family for two adult cats was too much for him to take on and I wasn't told he was giving them away until a few weeks or so before he did. They were very attached to us and each other. Taking them to the shelter and watching them cower in fear as they howled for attention was the most heartbreaking thing I think I've ever done. Supposedly they were adopted together just a week later to a family ... but I will never know for sure what happened to them ...

Heidi - the smartest, most beautiful German Shepard you'd ever meet. My aunt and uncle kept her out on their property when they rescued her from some abusive friends. She never really got any attention so we brought her to our house. She loved playing with us and running around in the California sun. She lived a long and happy life. She got hip dysplasia like a lot of Shepards but she did alright with pain meds. We ended up putting her to sleep because of the cancer instead.

Next time I get a pet, I'll find him/her at the shelter too...

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Apparently the beefy Mr. Kenny Chesney is off the market, ladies. That's right, he got married on that little island he lives on in the Carribean, to Rene Zellweger. Fox has a story with very few details.

But all I have to say is... Kenny! How could you? You've just met the girl. I know you've strayed a bit from the rest of the country pack but don't you go giving the whole genre a bad wrap now. What do you think you are...a pop star? Country stars get married and mean it. None of this Brittney "oops I didn't mean it" crap...ok?

Chris Cagle always just seemed a little bit more fun anyway...

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Sort of...

I have been itching to move the furniture in my bedroom for a couple of weeks now. Don't ask me why. It's a thing I do. There are times that I become disturbingly unsettled in my surroundings and I long for a change, a new perspective, a transition ... sometimes moving the furniture is the only responsible way I can satisfy it. Commitment issues? Maybe. My subconscious telling me to get off my lazy ass and do something to make my depressing world a little brighter? Probably. Perhaps it is just my way of pretending that I can wipe the slate clean and start over. Or a bizarre lie to myself that I've gotten new furniture without ever spending any money? Who knows...

But I am in the process of upgrading the necessary cables so that my necessary amenities will still remain once the furniture finds its new home this week...

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