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Selah Gaynor


Last Updated: 12/16/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: Engaged
Age: 19
Sign: Pisces

City: South of Nowhere
State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 11/12/2005

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Wednesday, November 25, 2009 
So I told Chris' mom I would make cookies for Thanksgiving, and I REALLY REALLY REALLY wanted to do a good job. Chris' folks are GREAT cooks. Like, UNBELIEVABLY good. I wanted to make sure that if I made cookies, they would at least be decent, so I did practice runs for 5 recipes. They all turned out great. All recipes make 1 dozen cookies, about 4 servings.

Chocolate Chip Cookies

1/3 cup packed brown sugar
1/3 cup butter softened
1/3 cup of white sugar
1 small egg
1/6 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
2/3 cup of chocolate chips
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1/3 teaspoon baking soda

Preheat oven to 350.
Mix sugar and butter. Mix in egg and vanilla. Stir in flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. Stir in Chocolate chip. Cool for 15 min. Cook for 15 minutes or until lightly browned.






Chocolate Chip and Pecan Cookies

1/3 cup packed brown sugar
1/3 cup butter softened
1/3 cup of white sugar
1 small egg
1/6 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
2/3 cup of chocolate chips
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1/3 teaspoon baking soda
2 oz crushed pecans

Preheat oven to 350.
Mix sugar and butter. Mix in egg and vanilla. Stir in flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. Stir in Chocolate chips and pecans. Cook for 15 minutes or until lightly browned.




White Chocolate Chip Cookies

1/8 cup of butter softened
1/2 cup white sugar
1/4 cup of brown sugar
1 egg
1 cup flour
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla
5 oz white chocolate chips


Preheat oven to 350.
Mix sugar and butter. Mix in egg and vanilla. Stir in flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. Stir in White Chocolate chips. Cook for 15 minutes or until lightly browned.

*note, these are a little flat. Had a hard time getting them to fluff up.





White Chocolate Chip and Coconut Cookies

1/8 cup of butter softened
1/2 cup white sugar
1/4 cup of brown sugar
1 egg
1 cup flour
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla
5 oz white chocolate chips
1/2 tablespoon Coconut Powder
1 tablespoon shredded coconut


Preheat oven to 350.
Mix sugar and butter. Mix in egg and vanilla. Stir in flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. Stir in White Chocolate chips, coconut powder, and shredded coconut. Cook for 15 minutes or until lightly browned.




 
White Chocolate Chip and Coconut + Marshmallow Cookies

1/8 cup of butter softened
1/2 cup white sugar
1/4 cup of brown sugar
1 egg
1 cup flour
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla
5 oz white chocolate chips
1/2 tablespoon Coconut Powder
1 tablespoon shredded coconut
1/4 cup marshmallows

Preheat oven to 350.
Mix sugar and butter. Mix in egg and vanilla. Stir in flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. Stir in White Chocolate chips, coconut powder, marshmallows and shredded coconut. Cook for 15 minutes or until lightly browned.

*a note on this one; if you add too many marshmallows they have a hard time getting crispy. 3-5 marshmallows per cookie is just about right.





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Thursday, May 14, 2009 
A is for Apple, as these always begin,

B is for Being the best that I can.

C is for Carmen, whom I stole this poem from,

G is for the Great Things that have yet to be done.

D is for Daring and Dastardly Deeds,

F is for Flowers, Roses and Weeds.

E is for Elephant, what a strange gift!

H says Here's Hoping, so go on and wish

J is for Jim Henson, who taught me to dream,

L is for Lessons, things aren't always what they seem.

K is for Kisses, hidden and hot,

N is for the things I Never forgot.

O is for Opting to see the full half

L is for smiles and great belly Laughs

Y is for You Guys, all the people I love,

S is for Searching for the other glove.

P is for Princess, which all little girls are,

Q is for Quiet longing from afar.

M is for Crows; a Murder of one,

R is for skipping the walk and learning to Run.

S is for all the Stars in the Sky

X is for Xtra sh0rt w0rds L1k3 kthnx &B1

V is for Violence, when nothing seems real,

T is for Tourniquet, and trying to heal.

W is for Wishing, So Close Your Eyes and Count to Ten

Z is for Finales, Zis Poem Iz at Itz End.

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Thursday, May 14, 2009 

Current mood:Imaginative....
I have always had a rather overactive imagination. It has been a blessing in my 19 years... as a child, it helped to fill the long summer days, and more recently, it has helped to stave away the constantly impending boredom that comes with adulthood. I would even go as far to suspect that if I ever took my writing more seriously, it could one day make me a small fortune. Or at least, maybe a living.

It has, like most blessings, also been a curse. Like being ridiculed in my high school years for being just a bit off. Calling me a space cadet would have been kind, and it was really no wonder that I never caught up with the popular fads.

These days, though, I find my imagination a rather charming companion. I have this neighbor, Mr. Wilson, who walks his chow-lab beneath my balcony at least five times a day, so I see him with alarming regularity, though not normally face-to-face. Nice man, Ex-Fighter Pilot in the Air Force. Older, Single, more than a little bit lonely. I think that this may be a large reason why he seeks out my companionship frequently. Regardless, he is rather sweet and fatherly. I think he may have suffered a minor stroke sometime during his life, but I have never gotten up the courage to ask, and it isn't something that is likely to come up during poliet conversation.

So I have met Mr. Wilson and his dog, Gordon, many times. I have even been inside of his house, though not while he has lived in it. Only once have we interacted face to face - all the other times our interaction has been over my back porch.

I like to think sometimes that I live on a river. Possibly Italy. It definately smells like Venice out there... I painted a picture the other day, and was trying to texture the paint, and Mr. Wilson adored it and bought it - the transaction was completed with a bit more difficulty than was neccessary, as he could have just come up the stairs, but there was something charmingly old world about passing wares over my balcony. It was windy, and he was swaying, and it was easy to imagine that he was in a gondola.

I don't tell him this, though - I can never breach the topic and it isn't the sort of thing that comes up in poliet conversation.
Currently listening:
When the World Comes Down (Bb) (Dlx)
By All-American Rejects
Release date: 2008-12-16
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009 

Current mood:  drained
Category: Blogging
I own 2 dogs. Good dogs (ah who am I kidding, they are devils incarnate). But they are friendly. Get on well with other dogs, cats, and most aquatic mammals.

Or so I thought.

I was walking finn this morning and I turned a corner and all of a sudden he was fighting a small chihuahua. No growling, no posturing, no leash tugging. Just finn's teeth on charlie's ear, shaking him.

It was horrifying. I cried for at least an hour, worrying about charlie, worrying about alice (the owner of charlie) and worrying about getting evicted for this.

Charlie went to the vet and ended up needing like, four sets of stitches. Glad he went. Don't want him hurt. Can't say my bank account agrees with me though...

With my traffic ticket, now this, and other things (sadie broke something VERY expensive) we are going to barely scrap by this month.

Ouch...
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Wednesday, May 06, 2009 

Current mood:  drained
Category: Blogging
It has come to my attention that now that I have this cool new sidekick, I have no excuse not to write. My last one was that chris being in the same room as me caused some discomfort, but now I can write on the crapper if I wanted to! (Probably won't) lolol
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009 
Google 411 is the shit.

I love how I call it, FOR FREE, and it asks me my city and state.

And it NEVER ASKS YOU TO REPEAT YOUSELF.

But maybe my favorite part is where it asks you for the business and GIVES YOU THE RIGHT BUSINESS RIGHT AWAY!!! :D

Probably, though, the best part is where they say that they are going to connect your call, AND THEN THEY DO!!!!!!


Google 411 people. Free. Fast. Easy

1-800-466-4411

(It's speed dial #2 for me :P)


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Tuesday, April 14, 2009 

 


Susan Boyle Sings on Britain's Got Talent 2009

SUSAN Boyle appears on Britain’s Got Talent. Is she any good? Not
bad. Let’s consider the facts as reported by an eager media, which
might not be as talented: 
Daily Times: “Middle-aged ‘hairy angel’ wipes the smile off Britain’s Got Talent judges’ faces”

Unemployed and single, the 48-year-old has thick unkempt hair, bushy eyebrows and downy fuzz is noticeable across parts of her face…


Miss Holden appeared close to tears as she sang…


Music mogul Cowell, however,struggled to admit he had been wrong, insisting that he knew she would give an ‘extraordinary performance’

Daily Mirror:“Voice of an angel" (..sadly coupled with hair of a shaggy dog )



She has a soaring, beautiful voice that could grace a heavenly choir
- but self-taught singer Susan Boyle has the hair-do from hell.
And the scruffy 47-year-old stunned judges on Britain’s Got Talent when she opened her mouth and produced “the biggest surprise ever” on the show.
She’s “Jobless Susan, from West Lothian”.
Grinning Simon Cowell, 49, then claimed: “I knew when you came out it was going to be something extraordinary. You are a little tiger.”


Grinning with the smile wiped from his face. Speechless and talking.Times: “Singing talent of Susan Boyle stuns Simon Cowell into silence”
Two years ago it was Paul Potts, the snaggle-toothed Welsh mobile phone salesman, who was propelled to international stardom by Britain’s Got Talent, the ITV entertainment show…

That’s the insults done. Now the facts:
Viewers of the first episode of the show’s new
series, tomorrow at 7.45pm, will see Susan Boyle impress the usually
caustic Simon Cowell, one of the programme’s three judges, into silence.Daily Telegraph:
Simon Cowell pronounced her voice “extraordinary” and Amanda Holden was reduced to tears by hearing her sing

That’s silent Simon and almost crying Holden, right?
And the unemployed Susan Boyle?
Miss Boyle, who does charity work for her local church in Bathgate, West Lothian,The Sun: Paula Potts


More from speechless Simon Cowell:
He jokes:“I knew the moment that you stepped in front of us that we were going to hear something remarkable, and I was right.”

Jokes? But his smile has been wiped from his face?
Remarkable. Extraordinary…


"American Idol" isn't the only launching pad for aspiring singers. Across the pond, "Britan's Got Talent" scored a huge boost in the Buzz after an unassuming contestant gave an amazing performance.

Susan Boyle (remember that name) became a Web phenomenon after singing "I dreamed a dream" from Les Miserables. The performance brought the audience to its feet and left the judges (including Simon Cowell) either speechless or in tears.

Before
going on stage, Ms. Boyle admitted some self-deprecating facts about
herself (she's never been kissed and lives alone with her cat,
Pebbles). For those reasons and more, audiences were expecting the
female William Hung. They were wrong.

Lookups
on the sudden star posted huge gains. A no-name just the other day, Ms.
Boyle quickly surged into our top 5,000 overall searches. Blogs and Gossip rags went wild. The Mirror
jumped on the story, reporting that while Ms. Boyle thought she "looked
like a garage" on TV, she received a standing ovation when she showed
up at her local church.

Other sources write that as a child, Boyle was the target of bullies because of a disability. But, with her
newfound fame, she is getting the last laugh. In fact, she's already
meeting with officials from Cowell's
Sony BMG label. This may have been the first you've heard of her, but
it certainly won't be the last. You can watch her performance at the top of the page. 

Susan Boyle might be a product of nominative determinism, but she becoming all things to all pundits.
Hereunder is a collection of thoughts on Boyle, and what a plain
woman singing a song on a TV talent show can mean to those with space
to fill:
A words first from Miss Boyle:

Susan, 48, told the Daily Mirror: “They say that
television makes you look fat and it certainly did. “I looked like a
garage. It was mortifying to see and a bit of a shock. I didn’t realise
I could reduce people to tears and I hope it wasn’t because of that” - What's On TV

What does Susan Boyle mean to you?:
Susan Boyle’s story and performance embodies the
entire concept around marketing and advertising’s transformation to
become entirely transparent and authentic - Star Tribune

The Good Boyle:
Susan Boyle’s story is a parable of our age – Colette Douglas Home, The Herald


Britain’s got sob stories:
She is a veteran of abuse. She was starved of oxygen
at birth and has learning difficulties as a result. At school she was
slow and had frizzy hair. She was bullied, mostly verbally - Colette Douglas Home, The Herald


We’re all Susan Boyle now:
But it doesn’t matter. In the chocolate box of life
there’s a flavour to suit everyone on BGT . It’s an annual event in
patriotism without ever being embarrassing or jingoistic – Sue Carroll, Daily Mirror

Boyle on the bum:
Susan Boyle Inspires on Britains Got Talent 2009 -
An unassuming 47 year old Susan Boyle wowed the judges with her
performance in the auditions for the latest season of Britains Got
Talent, singing “I Dreamed A Dream” from Les Miserables… More than 130
years later, “huge sores” still litter the world, and Hugo’s words
still describe the undying message of his novel - Broadway World

Noughty Susan:
If Susan Boyle had not existed, the
Noughties would have had to invent her to prevent the decade from
crashing into its own looking glass - Andrew Billen, Times




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Saturday, April 11, 2009 

I saw this on Yahoo homepage and wanted to post it. I don't know if it's true or not, but I think I found a good man.

Especially since he knows how to lose a month to Grand Theft Auto.




A man carries cash. A man looks out for those around him
-- woman, friend, stranger. A man can cook eggs. A man can always find
something good to watch on television. A man makes things -- a rock
wall, a table, the tuition money. Or he rebuilds -- engines, watches,
fortunes. He passes along expertise, one man to the next. Know-how
survives him. A man fantasizes that kung fu lives deep inside him
somewhere. A man is good at his job. Not his work, not his avocation,
not his hobby. Not his career. His job. It doesn't matter what his job
is, because if a man doesn't like his job, he gets a new
one.


#1. The Communication Style of Man
A man can speak to dogs.
A man listens, and that's how he argues. He crafts opinions. He can pound
the table, take the floor. It's not that he must. It's that he
can.
A man can look you up and down and
figure some things out. Before you say a word, he makes you. From your
suitcase, from your watch, from your posture. A man infers.


#2. Man's Ability to Handle Mistakes
A man owns up. That's why Mark McGwire is not a man. A man grasps his
mistakes. He lays claim to who he is, and what he was, whether he likes
them or not.
Some mistakes, though, he lets pass if no one notices. Like dropping the steak in the dirt.
A man can tell you he was wrong. That he did wrong. That he planned to.
He can tell you when he is lost. He can apologize, even if sometimes
it's just to put an end to the bickering.


#3. Man's Basic Instincts
A man does not wither at the thought of dancing. But it is generally to be avoided.
Style
-- a man has that. No matter how eccentric that style is, it is
uncontrived. It's a set of rules.
A man loves the human body, the revelation of nakedness. He loves the
sight of the pale bosom, the physics of the human skeleton, the
alternating current of the flesh. He is thrilled by the wrist and the
sight of a bare shoulder. He likes the crease of a bent
knee.
Maybe he never has, and maybe he
never will, but a man figures he can knock someone, somewhere, on his
bottom.
A man doesn't point out that he did the dishes.
A man knows how to ridicule.
A man gets the door. Without thinking.
He stops traffic when he must.
A man knows how to lose an afternoon. Playing Grand Theft Auto, driving aimlessly, shooting pool.
He knows how to lose a month, also.
A man welcomes the coming of age. It frees him. It allows him to assume
the upper hand and teaches him when to step aside.
He understands the basic mechanics of the planet. Or he can close one eye,
look up at the sun, and tell you what time of day it is. Or where north
is. He can tell you where you might find something to eat or where the
fish run. He understands electricity or the internal-combustion engine,
the mechanics of flight or how to figure a pitcher's ERA.
A man does not know everything. He doesn't try. He likes what other men know.
A man knows his tools and how to use them -- just the ones he needs.
Knows which saw is for what, how to find the stud, when to use
galvanized nails.
A miter saw, incidentally, is the kind that sits on a table, has a circular blade,
and is used for cutting at precise angles. Very satisfying
saw.
#4. The Paradox of Man
He does not rely on rationalizations or explanations. He doesn't winnow, winnow, winnow until truths can be humbly categorized, or intellectualized, until
behavior can be written off with an explanation. He doesn't see himself
lost in some great maw of humanity, some grand sweep. That's the
liberal thread; it's why men won't line up as liberals.
A man resists formulations, questions belief, embraces ambiguity without
making a fetish out of it. A man revisits his beliefs. Continually.
That's why men won't forever line up with conservatives,
either.


#5. Man the Island
A man is comfortable being alone. Loves being alone, actually. He sleeps.
Or he stands watch. He interrupts trouble. This is the state policeman.
This is the poet. Men, both of them.
A man loves driving alone most of all.
A man watches. Sometimes he goes and sits at an auction knowing he won't
spend a dime, witnessing the temptation and the maneuvering of others.
Sometimes he stands on the street corner watching stuff. This is not
about quietude so much as collection. It is not about meditation so
much as considering. A man refracts his vision and gains acuity. This
serves him in every way. No one taught him this -- to be quiet, to
cipher, to watch. In this way, in these moments, the man is like a zoo
animal: both captive and free. You cannot take your eyes off a man when
he is like that. You shouldn't. Who knows what he is thinking, who he
is, or what he will do next.



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Saturday, April 04, 2009 
As some people may be well aware (or more than a little well aware), I have recently, for the first time in my life, been the victim of a bully. For the past year. And, being the adult that I like to think that I am, I was just going to let it pass.

Let her be childish. Meant nothing to me.

Until she reported to our company that I was stealing from them.



So, tired of it, I reported her.

Suffice to say she shall bother me no more.




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Thursday, April 02, 2009 

Current mood:flabergasted





....Because no one likes to sit still for just photos, especially not an active little shark like the Admiral.

The Captain doesn't mind sitting still, but unfortunately, baby Jack doesn't show up very well on my low res camera.

Love the Admiral. Love feeding him. Love watching him. Love love love him. And thought I would continue to love him, because the people at petco said that he would get no bigger than 12 inches. No problem. Can upgrade to a bigger tank.

Unfortunately, they were lying.


Because they can grow.....



...and grow....


...and grow...



Goodness I hope the internet is wrong about this one....


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