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...cash flow, sewing has other appealing qualities. iItis an outlet. I really enjoy it. Itis something I donit have to think about. I just pick up my needle and go,i Waddell gushes.Her desire for design and sewing runs in the family. iMy great-grandmother was a bad-ass freestyle sewer,i Waddell boasts. And her mother jumped at the opportunity to pass on all she knew about sewing. Similarly, Megdanisis family has been crucial to her relationship with knitting. Over winter break she seized the opportunity to learn about needles and yarn while chatting away with her grandmother next...
...million. When Bush refused to budge, state senator David Sibley, a Republican ally, told him the bill could die. Bush invited Sibley to the mansion for dinner that night. While they were eating, the phone rang. It was Bullock, calling to deliver something he was famous for--an "ass chewing," as it was known around Austin. Bush got chewed. "I am not sure anyone has ever talked to the Governor like that before," says Sibley. After it was over, Sibley asked Bush to consider a compromise cap--$750,000, far closer to Bullock's number than Bush's. The well...
...writers coming out of Harvard was fundamentally flawed. It would seem that most of your arguments were simply begging the question. Your attempt to emulate Balzac reveals only the extent of your utter boobery. It's an issue of semantics vis a vis Chomsky's Universal Grammar, really. You ass...
...Fleet Center. I stop for a minute to examine my ticket. We're seated in the FIRST ROW?! Ring side seats! This is getting better every minute. My excitement's cut short by an impatient gray-haired woman in a WWFshirt, who tells me to get my ass moving. I obediently pick up the pace. _Ok, now I know Harvard's sissified me--some little old lady is pushing me around...
After navigating through a riotous crowd wearing an obscene amount of WWF paraphernalia, we enter the arena and take our seats. We are about five feet from the edge of the ring. I smile at Christina. She smiles back nervously. The lights go out. Let the ass-kickin' begin...