Interesting things in my referrer's list...

A few things that people are looking for when they land here at MVL:

Henry Del Toro: the late Hampton Roads "shock jock". I don't know if people who've been away from Norfolk for a while and are just now learning of Henry's death, or because the 5th anniversary of his passing is coming up next month.

What "Mi Vida Loca" means: it means "my crazy life". No, I didn't borrow the title from the Alison Anders film, but from the song by Pam Tillis. You WILL NOT find any information regarding the movie "Mi Vida Loca" here. Check ImDB.com for that.

Rheumatoid Arthritis/I'm exhausted/I'm so tired: See my other blog Look What the Cat Dragged In. It's not updated regularly like MVL is, but you can get some basic info about RA, fibromyalgia (FMS) and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS).

New Email: click on the "email me here" graphic on the sidebar to send me an email. If your system won't send email (you're on someone else's computer, at a library or school, etc.), the email addy is mi.vida.loca@cox.net. Please use this for emails relating to this site only. I can disable it if I feel it's being abused. Of course, you can always leave comments on each post
by clicking on the "what say you" link. Commenting provided by Haloscan.

And another thing while I'm thinking about it: if you instant message me from the Yahoo! Messenger link on the sidebar, please tell me that is where you found me. I get suspicious when someone IMs me out of the blue. I recently had someone try to talk me into a Nigerian Scam via Yahoo! Messenger, so I'm a little gun shy when IMs start out with just "Hi", their name and some fluff compliment about my looks when I have an avatar instead of a picture.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--


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this post updated at 16:30 CDT 20 May 2007

You graduated from high school when?

(blush) twenty five years ago this June.

I hope that there isn't a reunion planned. I think that someone from my class who contacted me via myspace.com is looking to see if there's an interest in one.

Count me out. One, I can't afford to fly out to California and stay in an overpriced hotel in my hometown for a week(end); and two, high school just wasn't memorable enough for me to celebrate a quarter century since I graduated. If the truth be told, I couldn't wait to get out of there.

My sister went to her 20th a few years back, and she had a good time. She enjoyed high school. I didn't.

High school for me was a colossal bore. You were either popular or a troublemaker, and I wasn't either. I tried to be a troublemaker, but it just wasn't in me.

So here I am, 25 years later, going back to college. It seems I did everything in my life backwards. Too late to change the past, so I'm going to change the future instead.

Better late than never.
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Had a nice visit with a friend who came to see my apartment... all 600 square feet of it. I hope said friend won't be a stranger. They have an open invitation to visit whenever the mood strikes them. I don't hand those invitations out to just anyone... (family doesn't count).
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That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--