Donna Noble (Catherine Tate) is special. She was one of the very few (if only) Doctor Who companions who was a mate, just a friend and yet a really good friend. Donna started with a Christmas episode with the 10th Doctor. She was swept away from her wedding and off to an adventure with Doctor Who.
At one point Donna was the most important woman in all of creation (she saved the whole of reality from the Daleks). Then she was left back at home to go on with her life, not even knowing she had been so much more.Her adventure ended (far too soon) when the Doctor had to erase her memory of everything they had done and accomplished together. It was a tragic ending. A sad ending.
Donna Noble should have had so much better. In a later episode they brought her back as the 10th Doctor was dying – as a way of making amends (to fans I think) Donna was given a winning lottery ticket as she married someone else. To wrap things up with a tidy bow – the money for the ticket came from her Father who was deceased in the present.
Donna was gone too soon. She had so much potential and so much more storyline could have been developed – it wasn’t right to take her away and try to tie up the loose ends in a pretty bow for fans.
How could I ever go back to normal life after seeing this? I’m going to travel with that man forever. Donna Noble.
Cylindrical vase or clean empty can
Two sided tape (found at most hardware or scrapbooking stores)
Wide ribbon (must be wider than rubber band)
Wrap the two sided tape around the vase/can once approximately halfway down the vase/can. (The two sided tape will help keep the candy canes from sliding out from under the rubber band.)
Slide rubber band around the vase/can.
Begin inserting the candy cans behind the rubber band.
Tie the ribbon around the vase/can taking care to cover the rubber band with the ribbon.
Fill with water and arrange roses.
Another “Bride Idea”: Use mini candy canes and baby food jars or small fruit cup cans to create small individual vases which can serve as place cards. Just attach a label with your guests’ names to the ribbon.
Took a picture of a tie I bought and gave to Zack. Not sure if he will ever wear it but he said it was ok.
I’m here. I just don’t feel like posting anything. So far my synopsis sucks and I want to lock the kid from the upstairs apartment in a closet, after tie him up so he can’t move, jump or stomp around. I think sedation is going to be necessary, for one of us. It doesn’t help that I am doing the starvation diet today. I think I will give up on it and make something with tuna.
PS- There was the most gi-normous spider in the bathroom last night. I took a picture but it’s blurry. Usually I save spiders but this guy was just too much and the apartment is not big enough for the both of us. He got the orange spray and flush. Just the thought of him crawling around my bed while I was sleeping made me decide to give him a burial at sea.
I have a new short hair cut, I don’t like it. I miss my hair. It’s too short to tie it up or clip it up or anything but let it hang where it may. I feel like I’m carrying a sleeping dog around on top of my head.
It doesn’t help that I turned 42 at the end of 2006 and today I am at the very bottom of my coffee supplies. At least I can fix the coffee thing. I really do think this is as old as I should have to get now. I look ok still. I am just starting to wrinkle. The grey hairs are at the point where they are annoying but not yet really frustrating. I’d like to lose pounds but that I can do, being 42 doesn’t especially make that a problem. Being 52 might and ten years doesn’t seem like all that much when I consider I’ve lived four brackets of ten years so far and I don’t feel I’ve really been around all that long. Just think of everything going on in the world, in the present and the past. I really will be ticked off when I die cause I won’t see the future and all the changes and inventions to come. What a rip off! It’s like starting a great book but having the writer tell you he isn’t letting you read past the halfway point. Someone really should do something about that.
I love those songs. Delta Dawn just came on the radio, I had to turn up the radio.
Delta Dawn, what’s that flower you have on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
And did I hear you say he was a-meetin’ you here today
To take you to his mansion in the sky-eye?
She’s forty-one and her daddy still calls ‘er “baby”
All the folks ’round Brownsville say she’s crazy
’cause she walks downtown with her suitcase in her hand
Lookin’ for a mysterious dark-haired man
In her younger days they called her Delta Dawn
Prettiest woman you ever laid eyes on
Then a man of low degree stood by her side
Promised her he’d take her for his bride
Poor Delta Dawn. If only someone had taught her how to lasso and tie up her man. She could have kept him in the closet and had a boyfriend in the mansion.
News flash! I’m tired. 😀 I’m always tired, that’s not news. Some days lots of thing happen but you don’t feel any inspiration to write about them. So, here are the facts. I went out to a Pagan store, chatted and bought a silver pentagram to wear on the chain I bought at Zellers last week. I bought a red jasper stone which she made into a pendant for me too. She did a great job weaving the silver wire around the stone, I love it. The Hedge Witch was the store. I managed to chat and discover someone else who doesn’t believe in the Goddess either. That was a bonus.
Anyway, from there I drove to the movie theatre only I left as it looked closed. Even after going out for lunch there were no cars there and it was late in the day for them to still be closed. After lunch and checking the theatre again I drove across the street to all the new stores being built. There was a Michael’s Craft store so I went in and spent more money. I bought some Christmas craft beading with safety pins kits. I’d like to get into wire beading stuff. Not just beading, any goof any thread beads and tie a knot to keep them from sliding off. The wire stuff looks interesting and not too expensive. The biggest expense would be the copper (or silver) wire itself and the tools (wire cutters and pliers).
I drove home, wished I was in the right lane to hit the Chapters bookstore for the new issue of The Writer magazine. But, I’m working tomorrow and can pop in after work. I came home and Mom wanted to go out for dinner and look at a house in Innisfil which calls itself a town but isn’t even on the map as a town. It seems to be a county. It’s just one more odd map related issue. So we did go out, found the house and Mom is already coming up with reasons why it’s not the right one. I’m sure she will find her right one but (for myself) it would be really nice to know where we are moving to.
Which brings up the whole issue of ‘why am I moving with them’. I don’t especially want to. That wasn’t my intention when I came up here after the divorce. I don’t even want to write more about this tonight. I feel like I’m writing to please you (the anonymous busy body masses) not for myself. You always screw up when you put your reader too far ahead of your own self. At least for a journal.
Well, I’m tired. Seems like I’ve typed that a few thousand times this year alone. Nightie night.
PS- Pat, if you read this before I email you. I got the CD’s yesterday. Thanks. 🙂 I haven’t even started listening to them. Not in the right mood. Can anyone spend a few hours with their Mother and come away feeling sexy? Of course, now I feel guilty for typing that. It’s all a circle.