Below are the 10 most recent journal entries recorded in mumontherun's LiveJournal:

Friday, August 24th, 2007
11:34 am	Statham/Olyphant Saw the trailer last night for the new Statham filum ... Wild? something with a doubleu. Am determined to invite him AND Olyphant to next fiesta...  (Note to self: make sure eldest son is absent, too much competition is never a good thing) Current Mood: contemplative (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 23rd, 2007
6:42 pm	My brave eldest son I wd like to announce that he is still alive, just short a coupla pounds worth of throatal area tissue!  huzzzah! i just thought you shd all know that. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 23rd, 2006
8:35 pm	great deliciousness Today my eldest son made the most incredibly delectible roast chicken dinner i've ever eaten. I hv asked him to move back in, tho he seems hell-bent on moving to the left coast. i need, perhaps, to find his achilles heel...a weakness that will somehow surpass the draw of lattes and fresh seafood, and powerful corporations offering the world as its oyster. Or, i can look forward to his next visit, taste buds fired up and ready to rumble, comforted by the knowlege that, if he doesn't make it as a geek, he has a shot at being a high-falutin' chef. I already know he's a helluva son. (14 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, March 10th, 2006
11:53 am	CN is ANYONE else aware that today is Chuck Norris' b'day? i'm sure there's a big party going on somewhere... (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 21st, 2005
7:10 pm	Ummmmm i am so disorganized this year, i don't even know where to begin. i would like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas. If you are Jewish, i would be happy to hv you wish me Happy Chanukah. If you are Moslem, I would be happy to hv you wish me well on your next holiday. And so on. i think if everyone just wished everyone else well in the best way they know how, we could probably sort it out. couldn't we? so, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's all i got. I would also like to wish all of you a prosperous, and above all, a very Happy Delight-Full New Year. Learn something new, meet some new people, hopefully one of them at least will become a new friend. Help someone who needs you, even if it just means passing the tissues when they cry. Smile at the man sitting on the street corner, even if you can't give him any change. Be good and kind to yourselves, otherwise it's all for naught, isn't it really? Try to see something good in everyone, because it IS there. Being good to yourself will help you to see it in others. I'm no expert, but i'm pretty sure... You're ok. Hugs and kisses to all of you, its been wonderful reading a small part of your lives. Thanks for being part of mine. She turned and walked so slow away Knew she'd be back, but for today She'd said her piece and so would be Retiring to her Christmas Tree. But wait, she's thought of one more thing... What a fuckin' ride this year has been! YEAH, I SAID IT. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 26th, 2005
6:26 am	HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRAEME Since you are unlikely to meet in person any of the strangers who paid homage at your arrival on the planet, you can see some of them in the attached video. TofuD2 was especially ... special. Next someone will tell me how to insert a link like this in the simplest way for everyone to use. Please note that most of the veggies display wonderfully rich emotions. http://www.storewars.org/flash/index.html Its been a terrific 21 years, hunny! love you!!!! (someone give G a hug from me? please? Okay, EVERyone give him a hug for me. *Sniff*) (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 16th, 2005
9:15 pm	arggggggggh i'm sure the navigation of this LJ thingy will get easier with practice, but i feel like a marmoset that's been let loose in the middle of Ekatarinaberg in the middle of winter without a dictionary. it was so great to meet y'all yesterday. of course, i wasn't able to actually get to know anything much about youse at all, but a lot can be told by the eyes and the smile on a person's face, and you are all seriously ok in my books. i almost died of happiness seeing mr. kish again. we practically grew up together, and its been way too long. he's my 4th son, even if he doesn't know it or chooses to look down at his shoes in embarassment for having to hear it again. yay, andrew! Nigel didn't have much to say, but i know he enjoyed himself, too. Graeme, gosh you are the bomb. Gee, mom, i'd really like to take up marmoset training...wow, hunny, what a SOOPER idea!! how can i help? you mighta shd've grown your hair out in the winter and shaved in the summer, but i'm sure you'll figure something out. hugs and kisses anyhow. gaelan, tony, christine, victoria, zed (i think this is in order of meeting, i hope i got everyone), great to see alicia, hunny, and kish again, and to briefly meet margaret, mercedes and michael, it was most excellent to spend a few whiles with you. hope to see you again next time i'm down. xxxooo patti (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, May 13th, 2005
9:33 pm	life changing experience? i think so. i dunno, i thought i'd write something here every day, but where does a person find the time? i hv to admit that cleaning animal cages/boxes/filling bowls, emptying bowls and etc. takes up some certain amount of time, but still. anyhow here i am, friday evening and only one story to tell. the day i met santa. (thanks to kishmo for bringing the subject up in The Enforcers lj, however one is meant to point to that. its just...over there, see?) It was a day like any other. Just 2 weeks till Christmas, and I had taken my car in to CanTire for an oil change, as i am wont to do on a monthly basis because of the obscene amount of driving i do. they were taking FORever to decide that i needed a new whatnot installed, and then to actually get round to it, so i had done a bit of shopping on the side, you know the kind of day i'm talking about. A flashlight for Jimmy, a key cutter for Graeme, a switchblade for little Nigel, and a crowbar for Sean. Feeling that the spirit of Christmas was about to knock the wind out of my sails entirely, i retired with my loot to the Waiting Room. To wait. People came, people went. I must explain that, in P'boro, a city of 74K people, the atmosphere is still that of a small town. In the space of 1.5 hours, i had the life histories of 4 people, and loaned my cell phone to 3 others. All in a day's passing here. But I grew weary of the wait. My novel, which I had so cleverly remembered to nick from the car before they launched it half way to the moon, was sagging in my hands. I was tired, and bored, and worried about whether or not there would be enough money left, after the car repairs, to buy the Christmas fowl. I had, in short, had it. I needn't have worried. The door to the waiting room swung open, and a man of diminutive stature, sporting a respectable tummy, and a fluffy white beard, entered. He was wearing a plaid jacket, which i recognized afterward as an attempt to blend in. There is a courtesy phone available (yes, I know i loaned people my cell phone, but people use the courtesy phone A LOT, so it is sometimes hard to catch it free), and the gentleman headed straight for it. I paid little enough attention, was indeed just leaning my head against the wall and considering the various pros and cons of napping in such an environment. "When what to my wondering eyes should appear..." It was in fact my ears, but imagine my shock when the man picked up the receiver, dialled a number, waited patiently, and upon receiving a response at the other end, announced quite calmly, "Father David? This is Santa calling." Nice as you please. I 'bout dropped my book. Sat bolt upright. Stared like a reindeer in headlights. I listened intently to his half of the conversation, enraptured by this small, cheerful man who was making arrangements as to the time the children would be ready to meet the reindeer next day. He completed his arrangements, and took a seat, joining the rest of us, but adding a certain je ne sais quoi to the proceedings. He chatted quite merrily about the farm where the 'deer where fattening up for their long night. One of the trucks had come down with a cough, so he had brought it in, as it was needed to haul hay out to the 'deer. He explained that he would have one of the 'deer fawns at the local TSC store next day, and invited all to come and have a look at her. As I left the room to collect my car, which I had assumed now had my Christmas gift under the hood, he looked me straight in the eye and wished me a Very Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year, followed by the most delightful chuckle one could begin to imagine. I realized that my Christmas present was just that. The presence of the Jolly Old Elf Himself. I did go to the TSC store next day. Santa recognized me, calling me over and quietly saying "i know you, didn't I spent time with you yesterday at the ...?" He took my hand, wished me Merry again, and turned to spend time with the other kids who had come to see him and his tiny rain deer. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 30th, 2005
8:41 am	bored in seattle i'm so bored. not in a negative way, in a 'goodness i don't know what to do with myself' way. and i'm not sure i want everyone reading what i m thinking about right now! i really want to hire a cleaning lady so i don't have to do it, ok, consider this a confession (how dull my life has become. i can't even confess to something interesting). i hate cleaning, i know i'm not alone in this, but seriously folks, i know there are ppl out there who love to clean, and i would be happy to pay them to do this thing that pleases them so. think of how i would be helping the economy, giving a team of specialists the opp to spend, o i'd say, about 6 hrs going thru this behemoth of a house, my Tower of Ineptitude, and giving it a good shaking out, me all the while trying to keep up with paperwork or zookeeping or such whatnot as i am ignoring by writing this note to ... you? and i hv been in Seattle, but it rained the whole time i was there, not unlike the weekend that stretches out before us. i'd rather be beachcombing... Current Mood: quixotic (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 29th, 2005
5:32 pm	what, my own LJ? WHAT? i cd just repeat that endlessly, but it loses something after the first coupla times. now i'm just speechless. or wordless rather. performance anxiety is something that plagues me constantly. sometimes swearing out loud helps, but mostly i just mentally blush and shuffle my feet. that's when the acting begins. or maybe i just think i'm acting? maybe i'm more competent than i think i am, and everyone is mentally shuffling and blushing. what an inauspicious start to an LJ. Dear me, i hope TheEnforcer isn't embarrassed. (13 Comments |Comment on this)