Thursday, September 30, 2004

Cotton Pickin

After Zach finished his homework yesterday we drove down to the fields to take PopPop some supper. I uploaded a few photos that I took down there to a new webshots album if ya'll want to take a look.

We made it home around dark-thirty all dusty and ready for a bath.

I've spent my Thursday morning on the phone with the owner of the tax business where I worked for 4 years and after this morning, I'm quite happy with my decision not to make the drive to West Memphis to work for this gal another year.

It seems they've had a break-in at the West Memphis office and all the computer equipment, fax machines, even the apartment-sized fridge were stolen so she needed my help in recovering an invoice for the new computers she bought last year. I got on the phone and called Tiger Direct and they emailed me a copy of the invoice which I faxed to her.

I still don't understand her reasoning for not calling them herself and having THEM fax it to her. She'll be doing some major screaming when she gets the invoice for my 2004 services in December.

I was outside a little while ago, chasing the two dogs, (who'd somehow escaped from their pen)and I noticed it smelled like Fall out there. Of course I had to sneeze a couple of times to dislodge the dust in my nostrils, and it's over 80 degrees, but the fragrance is there.

It's soup weather so I'm gonna make a big ole pot for supper.

And some cornbread muffins.

Ya'll come!

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Ut Oh.

I got this from Cindra who got it from Karen. I knew I'd been feeling weird lately but DANG!

The Devil Card
You are the Devil card. The Devil is based on the
figure Pan, Lord of the Dance. The earthy
physicality of the devil breeds lust. The
devil's call to return to primal instincts
often creates conflict in a society in which
many of these instincts must be kept under
control. Challenges posed by our physical
bodies can be overcome by strength in the
mental, emotional, and spiritual realms. Pan is
also a symbol of enjoyment and rules our
material creativity. The devil knows physical
pleasure and how to manipulate the physical
world. Material creativity finds its output in
such things as dance, pottery, gardening, and
sex. The self-actualized person is able to
accept the sensuality and usefulness of the
devil's gifts while remaining in control of any
darker urges. Image from The Stone Tarot deck.

Which Tarot Card Are You?
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Is there a tattoo on my forehead,,,,,

,,,,that says, RESPONSIBLE ADULT or maybe one that says, OLD AND BORED? Something makes me stand out in a crowd of young, perky, mammas and daddies and I really suspect it's just cause I'm old as dirt.

Last week Zach brought a flyer home from school about joining the Cub Scouts. The flyer indicated that those young lads who were interested were to come, with indicated fees and with parents, to a meeting to sign up for "fun, games, and adventure". Zach was interested so this Nanny rushes him through his homework after school yesterday and we were at the school last evening at 6:30 on the dot.

I thought I'd fill out a couple of forms, give them the fees, and he'd be all set to pursue the "fun, games, and adventure".


This was bare bones folks. The meeting wasn't just to sign up the lads for scouting, it was also to scrounge up willing adults to be the den leaders, and assistants, and committee members.

I did not volunteer.

I told them that I'd gladly help with typing or bookkeeping occasionally, but no way, no how, would I take on a pack of 8 or more little boys to pursue "fun, games, and adventure". I am having a hard time handling one little boy so I feel almost positive that trying to entertain a pack of em would send me to the wilderness with a bottle of Jose gold in one back pocket and a lime in the other and I don't think the den leader's manual includes "frolicking with Jose behind the tents" as a Scout approved activity.

Am I being selfish and mean?

Well, yes I am, but I'm also trying to save what's left of my sanity. I'm too damned old for "fun, games, and adventure". Besides, my idea of camping is a nice cabin, with a soft bed and air conditioning.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

It just ain't fair.

It just ain't right that your morning has to start out earlier than usual because your husband, who has managed to rise before the birds for years now without an alarm, over sleeps. I awoke to the neighbor pounding on the door wanting his morning coffee.

I don't like to wake up with my heart trying to climb out through my throat and I especially don't like having to be the one to try to tip that litte scoop full of coffee over a tiny, little basket, that I can't even focus on, that early.

You'd think that I'd be used to it by now since I've lived in the country for most of my life, but I am just NOT a morning person. It took many years for my husband to learn that just because I'm upright, with eyes that appear to be open, does not mean I'm awake. I can wander around in a semi-comatose state for hours if he'd just leave me alone.

If you want to start a fight around here, just ask me if there are clean socks some morning. You'll see more fireworks than they had over the Normandy Beaches in WWII, and my eyes and mouth become lethal weapons.

There was a time when I wanted to go fishing with this man that I live with but he thinks you should be pulling out of the drive before daylight and be on the lake at dawn. My argument is that fish can't tell time and I've never seen one episode of National Geographic that said fish are hungrier for a worm at sunrise. I'd much rather feed em brunch or a mid-afternoon snack.

The next pissy event this morning was no appearance of the school bus.

apparently they had a substitute school bus driver today. A driver who doesn't know the new bus route because he didn't come to pick the kids up. So at 7:25, I had to rush around, in my semi-conscious state, to put clothes on to take the kids to school.

I hope my day gets better.

Monday, September 27, 2004

I am SO excited!!

Of course I'm excited about my trip in 2 months but today I finally got my replacement passport (with the healthy appearing, convict looking photo) and I've found out that a blogger who's blog I've been reading for the past few weeks lives very near where I'll be visiting and it's very possible that I'll get to meet her while I'm there.

I met Tine through her blog by way of Mary lou, and CarolC. Also, through these two great ladies, I've found Karen and Cindra who's blogs I enjoy immensely.

Today I've had emails from Tine and I described a place we visited in Belgium during my last visit to Holland. She replied that it sounded like the Open Air Museum in Bokrijk and I was delighted to find out that she knew of the place and that it's only about 4 miles from where she lives!


Kim showed us her lovely Willow Tree Angel collection this morning because her sweet sister, Kristal, sent her a new one. She asked her readers what they collected. So here's mine, Hummingbirds. It's a small collection because I'm having to start over but it's getting there.

A True Southern Belle

Miss Annabell had just returned from her big trip to New York City and was having refreshments on the front porch of her daddy's mansion with her southern belle friends. She tells them the stories of her trip as they stare spellbound. "You just wouldn't believe what they have there in New York City," says Miss Annabell. "They have men there who kiss other men on the lips."

Miss Annabell's friends fan themselves and say, "Oh my! Oh my!"

"They call them homosexuals," proclaims Miss Annabell.

"Oh my! Oh my," proclaim the girls as they fan themselves.

"They also have women there in New York City who kiss other women on the lips!"

"Oh my! Oh my," exclaim the girls. "What do they call them?" they ask.

"They call them lesbians," says Miss Annabell.

"They also have men who kiss women between the legs, there in New York City," sighs Miss Annabell.

"Oh my! Oh my! Oh my," exclaim the girls as the sit on the edge of their chairs and fan themselves even faster. "What do they call them?" they ask in unison.

Miss Annabell leans forward and says in a hush, "Why when I caught my breath, I called him Precious."

Sunday, September 26, 2004

How to raise a unique child

Yesterday at my daughter Trisha's house, the kids were lying in the floor watching TV and eating Fiddle Faddles. Alexis gets up, walks into the laundry room, comes back with a hand full of cat food, and lays down and starts munching.

This kid LOVES catfood. Jerri asked the doctor about it cause it was pretty much freaking her out and he said it won't hurt her but she shouldn't try to live on the stuff.
The Chick gets plenty frustrated with Zach sometimes because he treats her like a baby. I told him when she calls him, he should answer cause she's learning how to have conversations and he should be pleased that she loves him and wants to talk about things with him.

While we were at the park birthday party yesterday, some of the kids and mommys and daddys went over to the creek to go wading. The Chick LOVES water and was having a little sit down in the clear, shallow water. Jerri said she glanced down beside where she was sitting and saw a fish and freaked out. It seems the Chick doesn't like sharing her water with the area wildlife.

I'm heading off now to do the dishes from lunch and read a little while before it's time to herd the terrorist toward a bath. I hope everyone had a great weekend!!

Birthday Party Pics

An afternoon in the park eating cake and icecream and watching the kiddies. What could be better than that?

Jaylen (in the pink hair band), Jordan (in blue), Alexis, and friends.

Saturday, September 25, 2004

Friday, September 24, 2004

You know what's bad about starting your Christmas shopping early,

And having 7 grandchildren?

You buy toys.

And you wanna play with them.

I'm starting out slowly but by the time Christmas gets here I'll have a load of new stuff to play with around here.

If I don't get into some of it before then.

I gave up the Zonk Board

I decided not to renew my subscription to Zonk Board since they only use a credit card or paypal for payment but I found another tag board who's basic service is free. I placed it on the left side at the bottom for now so ya'll give it a try when you drop in if you'd like.

I know there are a lotta working folks out there that are glad this is Friday.
Am I right?

Thursday, September 23, 2004

It's that time of the year again.

I had my annual call from the folks who line up the volunteers this week so I know it's getting close to time for the 2004 King Biscuit Blues Festival. This event makes our little area swell almost to bursting for a few days every October.

I'll be icing down and selling some of those cold buds again this year. Who'da thought that all those years of fetching and bringing a "cold one" for Himself would'a led to this? (He just wishes I'd still fetch and bring to him!)

So, if ya'll find yourself without anything to do on Oct. 7,8, and 9th, come on ovah here and let me sell you a "cold one", grab some alligator on a stick from a vendor nearby, and then you can go pull yourself up a piece of levee and sit and listen to some of the best Blues music in the south.

2003 Blues fan


Just came across this exercise suggested for seniors,
to build muscle strength in the arms and shoulders.

It seems so easy, so I thought I'd pass it on some of
my younger friends.

The article suggested doing it three days a week.

Begin by standing on a comfortable surface, where you
have plenty of room at each side.

With a 5-LB. potato sack in each hand, extend your
arms straight out from your sides, and hold them there
as long as you can.

Try to reach a full minute, then relax.

Each day, you'll find that you can hold this position
for just a bit longer.

After a couple of weeks, move up to 10-LB. potato

Then 50-lb. potato sacks, and eventually try to get to
where you can lift 100-lb. potato sack in each hand
and hold your arms straight for more than a full

After you feel confident at that level, put a potato
in each of the sacks.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Meet Willie

Willie is a 3 month old Britney Spaniel and as sweet as he can be. Willie for the time being is living in the dog pen with the other hunting dog but if his Master(which is not me) bought Willie, then his Master will be making his living quarters in the pen with the other hunting dog.

You can see what I've been doing this morning huh?

I like Garfield cause I can relate to him.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

I warned her about good blog fodder!

Jerri and Alexis were taking a bath one evening last week. (The Chick has dibs on the tub if theres a bath going on.) As they were getting ready to climb out,

Jerri: "Alexis, look, look!" She poots and bubbles come to the surface.

Alexis: "WHOAA!" Grunt, grunt, grunt, strained faces made, turns red, grins, "Pee-Pee!"

Jerri,laughing: "OK, Time to get out!"

We are easily entertained down here.

And the highlight of my Monday?

Watching two raisins on Judge Judy almost duke it out on TV over the custody of their donkey.

Monday, September 20, 2004

It's just been on my mind.

We've all had the events of 9/11 on our minds more than ever this month because it marks the 3rd anniversary of one of the most tragic events to ever occur on American soil. I don't even have the vocabulary to describe my horror as I watched the events unfold on live television that day. The heroism, the unselfishness, the ability of those Americans on flight 93 to make the decision to halt the terrorist from completing the attack on the 4th target, leaves me in awe. But these events also remind me of the heroism of everyday people who go on with their lives in situations where I'm not sure I could.

During the last week of February, 1996, my daughter, Jami, took a tumble from a horse which resulted in a compound fracture of her left forearm. Since we live in such a rural area without the hospitals and specialists needed to take care of such a fracture, we were sent with her to Lebonheur Children's Hospital in Memphis, TN for surgery to put things right. The 5 days and 6 nights that we were there, we were surrounded by heroism that most of us never notice.

The doctors and nurses there are heros of course, but the ones who stay imprinted in my memory are the mothers and fathers of the desperately ill children there. I can't even comprehend how much courage it must take to go through every day taking care of your child, not knowing if you'll have another hour, or week, or month, or year with them. Imagine the strength it must take to let go of a baby's hand who's taking it's first steps when you know the terminal disease that they have will probably take them before they learn to run.

How much courage do you think it takes to help a child, who's been given 6 months to live, with their homework? Or do you give up hope and put aside the homework because you tell yourself it doesn't matter anyway? The mother's and Father's have to work, cook, do laundry, take care of their other children, do everything that you and I do, and still look death in the face every single second of every single day.

They don't give medals or ceremonies to these heros, maybe because they couldn't make enough medals or have as many minutes as it would take to honor them, but to me, they're the most courageous of all.

Sunday, September 19, 2004


One who is able to arrange by systematic planning and united effort.

One who is able to arrange elements into a whole of interdependent parts.

One who is able to form into a coherent unity or functioning whole.

One who is able to put in order.

These definations in no way describe me and after a few days of inactivity on my part, there's not even an adjective in that lot that'll come close. I've gone from being in a state of constant behindedness (an example of one of my unique words that describes, as nearly as possible, my thought processes when a dictionary is at a loss for words), to a state of jumbled confusion while trying to decide what I need to do first around here.

It just ain't getting done people.

I think I need a bulldozier.

If you write in the dust, please don't date it!

Saturday, September 18, 2004

Who said there's not life after death?

I feel like I'm living proof that there is! I'm not ready to go run a marathon yet (like I could have done that anyway!), but I almost feel like I could do a table dance for some old, slow, codger and not be groped too many times.

I feel like I should apologize for my whining this past week but let me tell ya'll, I do not do the throw up thing well. There's no delicacy in that act for this southern belle a'tall, no gentle whispers and vapors in this house when the mistress is sick. A better description would be of a cold, dark, forest with the roars and moans of a tortured, slow-dying dinosaur echoing throughout. Yep, that would be me.

I'm still a little weak and sporting a bruise on one asscheek from the big, bad needle the nurse poked me with on Thursday, and a bruise under my arm that I acquired as I laid upon the air conditioner vent in the bathroom floor on one of the two nights that I spent lying there, but I LIVE dammit, I LIVE!!

Now, this morning, I must find my rapier and go forth into the town to do battle with the warriors of the grocery aisles.

Thank you for all the well wishes and thank you so much Special K for your call last night. You made me laugh and that's the best cure there is!!

Friday, September 17, 2004

Not a diet I'd recommend

5 lbs in 5 days on the sip clear liquids and eat no solids regime. Only problem is, I wouldn't wish this yuk on my worst enemy.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

I'm behind again on visiting my blog friends.

I spent most of the day yesterday in the bed since I haven't had much sleep the past couple of nights. I don't know if I have a stomach virus or what (I looked up the symptoms online and it could be my gall bladder) but I pretty much feel like I've been "hit at and missed then shit at and hit".

I only ate a few bites yesterday and today I'm going to try a few crackers, maybe. After that session with the porcelain throne this morning at 4:30, I may just stay with some liquids.

I know I'm gonna be ok cause I'd have to feel better to die.

Anybody got any quick cures?

Monday, September 13, 2004

Cause I feel like Crap

I'll post a couple photos of the cotton field in front of my house. This is proof positive that Autumn is on it's way.

I knew better than to eat a second helping of those beans yesterday. I have indigestion soooooooooo bad!!

Just a note: Due to the price the farmers are getting for a pound of lint cotton this year, your Levis shouldn't cost more than $5 a pair. I'd protest if I were ya'll.

Saturday, September 11, 2004

The 2004 Tiny Miss Tri-County is........

Miss Alexis Mallard!!

We felt like doing the Dora dance!

Doing the walk in front of the judges as her bio is read.

The Chick giving the "where's mine" look to the first runner up.

Receiving the crown, bouquet, and banner.

And this is the Chick's "I'm tired and I've had enough of this crap" look.

It's been 3 years.

We were taught to be accepting and kind, to love our enemies and to be tolerant.

We weren't taught how to deal with people with this much hate for us.

Friday, September 10, 2004

I'm all set,,,,,almost

I've applied for a replacement passport.
I've booked my tickets for a Nov. 29th direct flight.
I'm ready for the trip to the Netherlands
after I:

Find a dress or something for the wedding.(does anyone know what is appropriate for a Dutch wedding?)

Buy some luggage cause mine was destroyed a couple years ago.

Buy the gifts of liquor that I plan to take to Danielle and her family.

Find a wedding gift that can be safely transported in luggage.(Still think I'll do a smaller photo collage).

Find some comfortable pants

and shoes.

Dang, I've still got quite a lot to do, don't I?


The Chick will be in the Tri-County pageant tomorrow and Nanny is going to attempt to film it. Jerri just sent me a photo of her trying on her dress.

Thursday, September 09, 2004

Happy Belated Birthday Ash!

I'm sorry I missed it yesterday!
Happy Birthday!

Who said we're safe?

I just finished reading "Ice Hunt" by James Rollins and found it to be a book that has you thinking about it even when you have to put it down to actually go do something constructive. The initial draw to this book, when I was shopping for something to read, were the diagrams and maps at the start. I like having an image in my mind of the setting of a good story and being able to flip back to the front to a map and say to myself, "Ah yes, there it is, they're right there", gives a story more life and reality.

The book also started me wondering and questioning a few things concerning human experiments so I did an internet search to verify the Author's notes. What I found scares the shit out of me.

One of my greatest fears concerning the War on Terrorism has been the thought of how easy it would be for a silent attack with biological, or chemical, weapons. All it would take to infect a great many people would be for a lone person to climb a water tower in the dead of night with bolt cutters and a pack full of some nasty chemical or other poison and dump it in. I know for a fact that these tanks are not inspected on a daily, weekly, or even monthly basis, so contamination would hardly be detected until actual casualties occurred. Maybe not even then.

Anyway, after reading this book and surfing a little, I found that a Terrorist attack isn't our only concern.

"Beginning in the 1930s, 399 men signed up with the U.S. Public Health Service for free medical care. The service was conducting a study on the effects of syphilis on the human body. The men were never told they had syphilis. They were told they had "bad blood" and were denied access to treatment, even for years after penicillin came into use in 1947. By the time the study was exposed in 1972, 28 men had died of syphilis, 100 others were dead of related complications, at least 40 wives had been infected and 19 children had contracted the disease at birth." The name given to this study was The Tuskegee (AL) Syphilis Study.

In 1935 there was The Pellagra Incident. After millions of individuals die from Pellagra over a span of two decades, the U.S. Public Health Service finally acts to stem the disease. The director of the agency admits it had known for at least 20 years that Pellagra is caused by a niacin deficiency but failed to act since most of the deaths occurred within poverty-stricken black populations.

The list of incidences continues through the pre and post-war years. You can see for yourself here.

While I'm freaking out over the actions or our cold, calculating doctors, scientists, and government officials from the past I continue reading and find that not much has changed. These same people still don't really give a shit in the name of National Defense and Research.

In 1990 more than 1500 six-month old black and Hispanic babies in Los Angeles are given an "experimental" measles vaccine that had never been licensed for use in the United States. CDC later admits that parents were never informed that the vaccine being injected to their children was experimental.

In 1995 Dr. Garth Nicolson, uncovers evidence that the biological agents used during the Gulf War had been manufactured in Houston, TX and Boca Raton, Fl and tested on prisoners in the Texas Department of Corrections.

In 1996 Department of Defense admits that Desert Storm soldiers were exposed to chemical agents. (ours?)

Executive Order 13139 is requiring military personnel to receive experimental vaccines not approved by the Food and Drug Administration. Courts-martial are pending.

A day after Republican Rep. Chris Shays of Connecticut ended congressional hearings on the controversial decision mandating the inoculation of 2.4 million U.S. troops against anthrax, President Clinton quietly signed an executive order, or EO, that denies soldiers the right to refuse experimental vaccines.

I visited several sites to read more about some of the individual studies but found one in particular that gives a history of the experimental studies using human subjects with and without their knowledge.

Go on, read it for yourself.

Are we stupid or what?


This was taken by a helicopter flying over Cross Lake! (For those of you who are not local, Cross Lake is in Shreveport, La.)

That has to be a HUGE gator to have a whole deer in its mouth!

Are you ready to go skiing on Cross Lake?! If you ski at the west end of the lake -- try not to fall.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Arkansas funny

An Arkansas Farmer got in his pickup and drove to a neighboring farm and knocked at the farmhouse door.

A young boy about 12 opened the door.
"Is yer paw home?" the farmer asked.
"No sir, he ain't," the boy replied. "He went into town."
"Well, said the farmer, is yer maw here?"
"No, sir, she ain't here neither. She went into town with paw."
"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"
"He went with maw and paw."

The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself.

"Is there anything I can do fer ya?" the boy asked politely. "I knows where all the tools are, if you want to borry one. Or maybe I could take a message fer paw."
"Well," said the farmer uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to yer paw. It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Pearly Mae, pregnant."
The boy considered for a moment.

"You would have to talk to Pa about that," he finally conceded. "If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $50 for the bull and $25 for the hog, but I really don't know how much he gets fer Howard."

Nanny is pooped

Monday I had Krysten, MeriKate, and Abie for the afternoon. Yesterday I picked the Chick up around 2:00 and kept her until Bubbie and Jerri came home from the demolition derby at the fair last night. Nanny is about played out.

What makes you the tiredest?

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

I have a spoiled bird already

He's already learned that if he sits in his food thingy and kicks it all out in the floor, it'll get my attention. He likes to be outside his cage. A lot!!

Presidential Candidate #4

Mr. Sterling David Allan is a candidate for the Providential Party. His professional experience includes
CEO, Pure Energy Systems, 2003-present
Manager, Novel TP, 2002-present
Coordinating Managing Director, Perentech, 2002-present
Manager, Joseph Prep LLC, 1999-present
Director, Greater Things Ministry, 1988-present.

Mr. Allan has his heart in the right place but he believes in a radical rearrangment of the major issues of this election and his expected use of private funds where few private funds are to be had are a bit much.

His views on abortion include that they only be performed if a woman's life is in danger and even at that instance should be privately funded. He would greatly decrease funds for Agriculture, Environment, and Medical Research and eliminate funding altogether for Arts, Homeland Security, International Aid, Law Enforcement, Public Health Services, and Welfare because he believes they should be privately funded or funded only on the local levels.

It does not surprise me that he'd eliminate income taxes, increase cigarette and alcohol taxes and decriminalize the possession of small amounts of marijuana. I believe in Mr. Allan's marijuana haze, he hasn't given a thought about where these privately funded funds will be coming from.

Monday, September 06, 2004

Happy Birthday Darin!

Ya'll go over to see Darin and wish him Many Happy Returns!

Presidential Candidate # 3

WILLIAM J. WYATT (R-California)

Wyatt's primary goal is to unseat President Bush, and he seems to affiliate himself with the Conservative Party to help uproot it from the inside. After finishing 131st in the California recall, Wyatt, who recently changed his last name from Tsangeres, secured spots on the New Hampshire and Missouri primary ballots and is utilizing the power of Internet and merchandising, primarily running his campaign through both an online forum called The Alternative Government Campaign and the editorialized T-shirts he designs.

His platform is "No new wars." He also calls for guaranteed college education, health care and medicine, and secure retirement.

"If we spend the same effort solving problems at home as we spend making the world serve our interests, then we and the world would be in better shape."

Despite racking up 153 votes in New Hampshire, it's highly unlikely Mr. Tsangeres, er, Wyatt will achieve much more than adding to the bulk of anti-Bush T-shirts worn by college students.

Sunday, September 05, 2004

I hate choices!

PROBLEM: Two books are for sale. Which to buy?

"The Titanic" or "My Life" by Bill Clinton?


Titanic: $29.99

Clinton: $29.99

Titanic: Over 3 hours to read.

Clinton: Over 3 hours to read.

Titanic: The story of Jack and Rose, their forbidden love, and s ubsequent catastrophe.

Clinton: The story of Bill and Monica, their forbidden love, and subsequent catastrophe.

Titanic: Jack is a starving artist.

Clinton: Bill is a bullshit artist.

Titanic: In one scene, Jack enjoys a good cigar.

Clinton: Ditto for Bill.

Titanic: During an ordeal, Rose's dress gets ruined.

Clinton: Ditto for Monica.

Titanic: Jack teaches Rose to spit.

Clinton: Let's not go there.

Titanic: Rose gets to keep her jewelry.

Clinton: Monica's forced to return her gifts.

Titanic: Rose remembers Jack for the rest of her life.

Clinton: Clinton doesn't remember Jack.

Titanic: Rose goes down on a vessel full of seamen.

Clinton: Monica... oooh, let's not go there, either.

Titanic: Jack surrenders to an icy death.

Clinton: Bill goes home to Hillary... basically the same thing...

Happy Birthday Marica!!

You know we're not getting older, we're much better and oh so WISE!

Saturday, September 04, 2004

War Zone!!

Just how many fucking times can they shoot at a few little birds????

I was up later than usual last night because I knew I could sleep in today. I forgot that today is the first day of Dove hunting season. There's a freshly planted wheat field RIGHT BEHIND MY HOUSE!


Friday, September 03, 2004

Meet Ya-Ya.

My new baby Pied Cockatiel and he's already a sweetie.

We won't exactly know he's a he until after his first molt but it'll be Ya-Ya in any case.

Presidential Candidate #2

Mr. HRM Caesar St Augustine De Buonaparte Emperor is clearly one of those candidates only his mother could love although it's quite possible that he's had the love of a head doctor or two along the way. My fellow citizens will have to sit on their hands to refrain from tossing the tomatoes and stones at this guy, but refrain we must because surely we've been taught not to make fun, right? (you are only allowed to snicker quietly behind your hands.)

Mr. HRM Caesar St Augustine De Buonaparte Emperor believes there should be increased funding for Agriculture, Education, Medical research,and Public health services and no funds budgeted at all for Homeland Security. He feels that most of the other items are currently properly funded. He also feels that we should " START COLLECTING WHAT INTERNATIONAL GOVTS. OWE!"

He mostly sits on the fence concerning the abortion issue and only says, "There should be funding for family, and single behavior plannning which would help optimize an awareness of both sexual responsibility about conception control, but each level of state, county, & city should bear major responsibility for funding these programs."

Mr. HRM Caesar St Augustine De Buonaparte Emperor, a resident of Los Angeles, is the self-declared Emperor of America and has been for the past 8 years, ever since he sent a letter to President Clinton declaring war on the United States. Buonaparte claims that Clinton's failure to respond to his letter means that the United States implicitly conceded defeat.

Although HRM Buonaparte is Emperor of the U.S., oddly enough he appears to have filed paperwork to run in the 2004 Presidential election. He's running as a member of the Good Party. For his campaign photo he appears to have submitted a photo of himself posing in a face cutout from the Renaissance Faire.

This is the 43-year-old's second run at the presidency, following a self-made career in which he sold movie props. And oh yeah, a 53-year-old friend of his who refuses to talk to media shares the HRM moniker and ran under it for four elections before the younger Buonaparte reached legal candidacy age. As for his qualifications for the job, Buonaparte perhaps best explains them himself: "I've got 20 years of experience of watching these candidates, listening to their cow dung, their vomit cow dung, being spewed out on a fifth-grade mentality."

Platform: Most relevant to the election process, the "Emperor" seeks a repealing of money and signature requirements for candidates so that all those who seek the nation's highest office can have an equal shot.

Thursday, September 02, 2004

The Other Candidates

Since I think we should all be "in the know", I've decided that over the next little while to post a rundown on the other Presidential Candidates who are running in November. I've still got my heart set on voting for Willie the tractor driver but who knows, perhaps I can be swayed.

Do We Have Within Us The Power?

Would it be possible for the citizens of the United States to pull off the most massive joke in history on the only two Presidential candidates with the funds to have their faces and names plastered all over every form of news media?(I'm not naming names but you know who I refer to.) I think it would be excellent if another of the "much" lesser known candidates were to win the Presidential office as our two top candidates continued to sling mud and guts at each other. That would learn em dammit.

The citizens of the US could all cast their vote for Mr. Jacques Yves 'Chief Jack' Boulerice from Laguna Woods, CA. Mr. Boulerice is running on the Native American party. He holds a diploma as a high school graduate and has experience in Auto Dealership Parts, as a Department Manager, and as a Retail Manager. (A working man for President? It might take several manicures to get him up to snuff but it's doable perhaps).

Mr. Boulerice is Pro Choice on the abortion issues and believes the government would better spend it's money by providing more funding for family planning. He favors increased government spending in such areas as Education, Public Health Care, Homeland Security, and favors greatly decreasing spending on welfare. He also agrees that same sex marriages should be allowed.

Now I hope ya'll will be kind as these candidates come out of the shadows and into the limelight here on my blog over the next while. Throwing boulders and rotten apples are not allowed. Just click on their sites and read what they have to say so that you can make an informed decision with the power of your vote.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Hope it's a calm Wednesday

Now that my majorly disfunctional family is on the right track until the next disfunctional episode, I'm hoping things will be nice and calm today. It's already been kinda normal around here.

We were up at 6 and I got a call from Zach's teacher around 6:30 to discuss what a "busy" lad he is. She mentioned that he was very intelligent and had great leadership abilities. So much, in fact, that she has to curtail them in order to remain in control of the class at all times. I am not sure if I should be proud of this or upset by it. Should I see presidential possiblities in his future? The last president named Zachary was also known as "Old rough and ready". I reckon that could be used to describe the terrorist.

I've also got a dishwasher full of canning jars that my mother-in-law brought by yesterday so I guess I'll have to put something in some of them today. I'd really rather take a nap though.

On Friday I hope to get time to go pick up my birdie. I had hoped to yesterday but things got way more side-tracked than usual.

That nap sounds sweeter and sweeter.

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