From Inside Iraq — McClatchy News :
Ta but No Thanks
You’re not a kid anymore
You’re not a kid anymore
Jena Six
Jena Six Updates at Slant Truth.
You’re not a kid anymore
You’re not a kid anymore
The New Bosses Congregate at YearlyKos Mad Ramble from MoJo Blog at the Kos Convention, more rhetoric blogging, it makes me laugh “skews white, male, high-income, and well-educated”, wow ya think? Ah but arrogantly again these folks, the mainly white male highly educated, are going to fix it because of course they are the only ones that can. Give me a break. I have to stop reading MoJo.
You’re not a kid anymore
You’re not a kid anymore
Darfur: An Unforgivable Hell on Earth: Check the latest — call your Senators.
You’re not a kid anymore
You’re not a kid anymore
Not to mention that I have to attend a four hour meeting tomorrow. I had to unload my ticket for the Virgin Festival. Ok yea I’m am adult now I get it. Please stop the madness.
You’re not a kid anymore
You’re not a kid anymore
Please don’t think I’m not grateful for the life I lead.
There are many things I am thankful for. For instance upon Googling ” you’re not a kid anymore” I came up with the following song on you tube. I’m grateful I have more to look forward to than being “some Bobby’s” girl.
Copstar version after the cut.
Is it as bad as being Johnny’s girl?
Like the Copstar version.
Good linkage.
I’m off, I’ll stop by while I’m vacationing if I can.
Think positive:
It’s going to be a hundred degrees at Pimlico, you would have melted at the festival.
Why are the Brit’s so much cooler than us?
Too bad about the Virgin Festival. What’s with that name anyway?
I know what you mean. I have had very little time off.
There is an active Jena 6 group here — I’m familiar with the situation, and we’ve done some writing.
I like those Blogs at McClatchy.
And you don’t have to Stand by Your Man.
Loved that version. When I was about 12 that was my favorite song, except for any teenage death song. Then a few years later, change a letter or two and I was Bobby’s girl for years.
Only I found out how much more there was to life. I didn’t leave him at the alter – too well mannered, but.…
Four hour Saturday August meetings will make a woman out of you, or even more of one
With all the repetition I suddenly feel old!
I admire your time to read up and do linkage! Moi? HAH! I am lucky if I even remember I have a blog to begin with!
Have a great weekend amiga mia…
damn… that Jena Six story has me speechless. And here I thought it was the twenty first fucking century.
nice song though
Your blog clothing changed right before my eyes. Freaky.
I have never heard of the Jena Six.
Jesus, is all I have to say.
I’m going to post that link. Not that anyone reads my blog.
The Brits are cooler than us. Took me a few seconds to figure out the “bobby”.
I liked that. Who is Copstar? New? Old? It’s hard to tell.
And G, they’re cooler than us because they’re gayer than us. I think it’s as simple as that. Well, and pronouncing “think” as “fink” is pretty cool, too.
I’m moving to England. Brits seem more real than we do.
I’ve been reading on the Jena Six, my wife was speaking of it the other day. I’m with Dane, Jesus.
I’m sorry you missed the festival, it was a scorcher here so it may have been just as well.
You Are Not a Kid Anymore.
The Brits may apppear to be more “cool” or “real” than us shabby Americanos, but our teeth are so much better. And our beer, although I don’t partake frequently, is significantly better than that warm stuff they have (which too closely resembles piss).