pamela kolb

teasing Buster, taco loading & power shopping at Target with Jeffrey and our brand new diva friends, 99 Pb balloons, FA interventions & sponsors, Yogi Banana: He's uh better than the average audible & Puppy Ciao, my backyard wildlife: Hairy Potter; Vincent & Shelby; Pringles; and Haz, rollerskating clowns, Scott Fellers & Lumpy, invisible cats named Patti, Elvis cookies, Dukes of Hazzard stuff, tricked out computers, Dutch song refrains, Blossom Lane Film Fest, Jay's Lists, talking cat commercials, Vegas 4 projects, szhing szhing music, big blizzardy snowstorms, thinking about finally using that ice cream maker that I bought four years ago

my silly quotes book, Tao Te Ching, Dutch "Rough Guide" Dictionary Phrasebook, A Wrinkle in Time, celebrity cookbooks, The Jungle

Crappy Easter, A Proud Moment & A Less Proud Moment, Onion Man II, Am I So Scary?, Standing Tall

Dancing with Wags the Dog!, Sean Michael Dargan, Lemonheads, Cowboy Junkies, Ringo Starr, Clouseau, Marco Borsato, Guus Meeuwis, Dutch versions of great songs like the Coward of the County (Da Lafaard Van De Stad) and the song about knocking three times on the ceiling if you want me and twice on the pipes if the answer is no (Hey Meisje)

Amish in the City, Rotten Ralph, documentaries, all of those forensic crime programs...both true-to-life and fictional drama, that show about the Gotti lady and her kids

I am a fucking bitch troublemaker. My mom called me that once. But she didn't say it in a mean way.

Someone with a spare photo sleeve in his/her wallet. And that crabby elf who hammed it for the tv cameras at the end of the Macys Parade. Oh...and someone who feels confident that s/he can meet all of my sprapbooking needs.