4 ring-bearers and 5 flower girls in Peanut & Jer's wedding. 'Nuff said. Friday, December 30, 2005
More Pony Pics
This is Ty, my buckskin. Doesn't he have the cutest profile?
This is my crazy younger brother, sporting his Alcatraz hat, on Sugar, the crazy Shetland/Welsh pony.
The sorrel on the left is my Buggy-Boo, Pebbles is on the right with Peanut at the wheel and the collie in the foreground is my old Happy-dog. My Ditzy Blonde
This is Jazzi. We were drying off after bath in preparation for a show. Notice the farm-girl fashion statement of shorts and rubber boots.
Jazzi & me at the KS State Fair getting ready for Two-Year-Old Snaffle Bit. The cut-off girl is my friend Ann and my trainer Howard is holding the ditzy blonde. Mom made my show blouse. My Pal
This is a picture of my older brother (Bobo's dad), Pal and me at a show in Topeka. Whaddya think of those nifty glasses?
This is another shot of my Pal, at the end of a long day of showing.
This one really shows his color well. Wedding Cake
This is a picture of the cake I did for my little sister Peanut's wedding. The bottom two layers are actually dummies - styrofoam - covered in fondant. Fondant is very pretty but tastes like sugared Play-Doh, so the top layer is covered in rolled buttercream, which is even better-tasting than regular buttercream.
I had a lot of help from my mom's cousin Bonnie. She finished up the leaves when the carpal tunnel got too bad.
The topper is a Precious Moments music box.
This is the groom and Little Bobo, chillin' before the ceremony. There were 4 ring-bearers and 5 little flower girls. It was quite a cute little herd coming down the aisle.
Pops is the shiny-headed one in the background.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
A Good Democrat
Remember John Murtha's widely publicized comments about how we should bring the troops home?
Yes? Okay.
Do you remember John Lieberman's op-ed piece in the Wall Street Journal about how well the war is going and why we should stay?
No?
Huh. Fancy that.
One Congressman and one Senator, both Democrats, both putting out major statements on the war in Iraq at about the same time and guess which one gets all the press?
Did you say the anti-war pansy*?
Ding ding ding! You're a winner!
Seriously though, go read Senator Lieberman's article.
*I really shouldn't call him a pansy seeing as how he served honorably and courageously himself. It just seems that he has lost his backbone and grip on reality since he's been in the big House.
Yes? Okay.
Do you remember John Lieberman's op-ed piece in the Wall Street Journal about how well the war is going and why we should stay?
No?
Huh. Fancy that.
One Congressman and one Senator, both Democrats, both putting out major statements on the war in Iraq at about the same time and guess which one gets all the press?
Did you say the anti-war pansy*?
Ding ding ding! You're a winner!
Seriously though, go read Senator Lieberman's article.
*I really shouldn't call him a pansy seeing as how he served honorably and courageously himself. It just seems that he has lost his backbone and grip on reality since he's been in the big House.
Want To Know What Our Soldiers Are Doing In Iraq?
Go check out A New Set Of Wheels at 365 and a Wakeup. Great read about what's really happening between the Iraqis and our brave boys and girls.
The Funeral Of A Soldier
Some Soldier's Mom has posted an account of the funeral of SPC Tommy Byrd.
Read it all. It is very moving and shows a small sliver of what all the families of our soldiers go through.
Read it all. It is very moving and shows a small sliver of what all the families of our soldiers go through.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Fun Site
Stumbled across this site that has contests for photoshoppers. After looking at some of these guys' work, I begin to wonder if any odd picture I see is real.
Ones that I found rather funny - I Want You To..., Throw Like A Girl, My Kind Of Stop Sign, Speed Limit, The Inc[arrrr]edibles, Women's Tools, Easy Make-up, Curtains.
Ones that I found rather funny - I Want You To..., Throw Like A Girl, My Kind Of Stop Sign, Speed Limit, The Inc[arrrr]edibles, Women's Tools, Easy Make-up, Curtains.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Horses
Brace yourself - it's a long 'un.
I have really been missing my horses lately. I used to show and ride a lot. In college, as part of the horsemanship team, I was probably on horseback 6 hours each day, 5 - 6 days each week.
I had a total of 6 horses or ponies from the time I was 12. The first was Sugar, a creme part Welsh/part Shetland pony. She did all she could to live up to the Shetland name - bucking, biting, etc. At least I learned how to ride out a coupla' bucks :). We eventually sold her to somebody, don't know who. (Poor people)
Next was Pebbles, who was Sugar's buddy. She was a grade (unregistered) little Appy that I learned to barrel race on. Not much to look at, but she only spooked once in the 5 or 6 years we had her. You could put anyone on her and she somehow knew what they could handle. For example, she wouldn't go over a trot with Dad, he wouldn't have been able to handle that. Hee hee. I had her bred to this nice little Quarter Horse stud. The first year she didn't settle, so we tried again the next year. Took her to the vet to have her palpated to make sure and yup, she was preggo. Only problem was the vet accidentally perforated her rectum wall while doing the check. We had to put her down the same day.
My first show horse was Pal, aka Sweet N Stylish. He was a 16hh palomino QH and the one who taught me how to ride properly. We bought him from a trainer in our area who, as soon as we had given her the down payment, said "You'll have to keep him off of the rocks, he has tender feet". Being greenhorns, we didn't think she meant anything other than "he has tender feet". After he started limping at shows later that year, we took him to vet who had treated him for navicular. Navicular is a nasty condition in which the bursa, or cushion, between the deep flexor tendon and the sharp navicular bone degenerates and allows the bone to rub on the tendon. This occurs primarily in the forefeet. There is no cure, all you can do is try to control the pain or have the nerves to the hoof cut. That has a multitude of problems in itself, as the horse could pick up a nail, etc, and abcess and the poor thing would never know it. Anyway, long story short, we kept showing him, but were careful with his feet. The trainer must have said something to her clients because we were suddenly outcasts in that circle. Pal was a great horse though, and we still consistently won and placed in classes, even with the occasional slight limp. We ended up selling him after 4 years and he got to retire, for a while, to be a pasture horse. Last I heard, he was being used in 4-H somewhere up in New York by the owner's niece. If I had it to do over again, I'd still have him. He was my buddy. I taught him to give kissies and he would put his lips against my cheek and move them, in exchange for a snack of course. He also like Diet Coke. I would pour a little on the edge of his stall and he would slurp it off. Unfortunately, he quit that after I replaced the Diet Coke with Mountain Dew one day.
Bugs, or Red Bugs Stuff, was my barrel horse that we got from a horse-trader friend who had gotten him off the race track. He was also a registered QH and a gorgeous sorrel color. Buggy could run like the wind, in fact I'm don't think I ever opened him up all the way. He was probably the sweetest one and a bit of a shy little scaredy cat. He was all demure and quiet when I was on the ground but as soon as I got on board he was ready to run. He eventually calmed down some, although I think he watched too many Western Pleasure horses. I was walking him around, warming him up, one day at a KBHA open show when a friend walked by and asked if he was my new pleasure prospect. I answered "Oh no, he's my barrel horse". They laughed and said "sure". However, they quit laughing when it was our turn to run and Buggy saw the gate to the arena. We used to turn him loose on the farm and let him graze. He'd wander off for a while and then I think he would suddenly realize he was lonely. You would hear these thundering hoof beats and he would come flying up the drive and straight for you on his way to visit his buddies. That had to quit when he discovered the miniature horses at the sue-happy neighbors. We sold him back to the fella that sold him to us. He and his family had always liked him real well.
Next was Ty, also known as I'm Too Country. Ty was a buckskin QH and also registered in the ABRA. My sister & I went together and bought him from my trainer as a pleasure prospect for me to finish training and for her to eventually show. He kinda got neglected when we got Jazzi, the next horse, and he wasn't shown much. He had the cutest profile and this really wiry mane that had a tendency to pop up. He was sold at auction two years after we got him. Don't know where he is now.
The last horse we bought was All Too Obvious, alias Jazzi. Mom picked her out as a yearling and was always considered to be hers. She was an absolutely gorgeous palomino mare, also QH, of course. Pal, Ty & Jazzi all had the same sire - Stylish Too or PJ. Now that is one gorgeous stud horse. (I'm using gorgeous a lot here, aren't I. Oh well.) I trained and showed her in the 2-year-old Snaffle Bit Futurity at the KS State Fair in 1996. (Ach, that's almost 10 years ago. I'm feeling old...) We made it to the finals and placed, if I remember correctly, 14th out of 40-some competitors. Not bad for my 3rd year of real riding, if I do say so myself. That mare knew she was beautiful. When we had an audience, she would arch her neck, the tail would go up and she would prance her way around the circle at the end of the lounge line. I called her a dumb blonde. I started out lounging her before riding to work the edge off. Works on most horses, but not her. Oh no. That would just get her revved up. She loved to buck and I could never figure out how to make her stop. The college used her in the advanced horsemanship classes whenever we hosted a show. I tested her on a cutting dummy and I didn't even have to tell her what to do. She was born to cut. Problem was, I didn't know the finer points, or even the major points to the sport. I ended up selling her after I got laid off to a nice couple in Ohio. Last I heard, 2 years ago, she was pregnant. My little ditzy blonde is a mommy!
Ended up selling my saddle and other various tack after Jazzi left 3 years ago. Now I've got the horse itch real bad. This time (I won't able to afford it for quite a long time) I think I'll go the English route. I've always had a hankerin' to jump. Think I've decided on a 17hh warmblood as my new dream horse. But hey, if anyone out there has an extra horse lying around and wants to donate him/her to my very worthy cause, I wouldn't say no.
I have really been missing my horses lately. I used to show and ride a lot. In college, as part of the horsemanship team, I was probably on horseback 6 hours each day, 5 - 6 days each week.
I had a total of 6 horses or ponies from the time I was 12. The first was Sugar, a creme part Welsh/part Shetland pony. She did all she could to live up to the Shetland name - bucking, biting, etc. At least I learned how to ride out a coupla' bucks :). We eventually sold her to somebody, don't know who. (Poor people)
Next was Pebbles, who was Sugar's buddy. She was a grade (unregistered) little Appy that I learned to barrel race on. Not much to look at, but she only spooked once in the 5 or 6 years we had her. You could put anyone on her and she somehow knew what they could handle. For example, she wouldn't go over a trot with Dad, he wouldn't have been able to handle that. Hee hee. I had her bred to this nice little Quarter Horse stud. The first year she didn't settle, so we tried again the next year. Took her to the vet to have her palpated to make sure and yup, she was preggo. Only problem was the vet accidentally perforated her rectum wall while doing the check. We had to put her down the same day.
My first show horse was Pal, aka Sweet N Stylish. He was a 16hh palomino QH and the one who taught me how to ride properly. We bought him from a trainer in our area who, as soon as we had given her the down payment, said "You'll have to keep him off of the rocks, he has tender feet". Being greenhorns, we didn't think she meant anything other than "he has tender feet". After he started limping at shows later that year, we took him to vet who had treated him for navicular. Navicular is a nasty condition in which the bursa, or cushion, between the deep flexor tendon and the sharp navicular bone degenerates and allows the bone to rub on the tendon. This occurs primarily in the forefeet. There is no cure, all you can do is try to control the pain or have the nerves to the hoof cut. That has a multitude of problems in itself, as the horse could pick up a nail, etc, and abcess and the poor thing would never know it. Anyway, long story short, we kept showing him, but were careful with his feet. The trainer must have said something to her clients because we were suddenly outcasts in that circle. Pal was a great horse though, and we still consistently won and placed in classes, even with the occasional slight limp. We ended up selling him after 4 years and he got to retire, for a while, to be a pasture horse. Last I heard, he was being used in 4-H somewhere up in New York by the owner's niece. If I had it to do over again, I'd still have him. He was my buddy. I taught him to give kissies and he would put his lips against my cheek and move them, in exchange for a snack of course. He also like Diet Coke. I would pour a little on the edge of his stall and he would slurp it off. Unfortunately, he quit that after I replaced the Diet Coke with Mountain Dew one day.
Bugs, or Red Bugs Stuff, was my barrel horse that we got from a horse-trader friend who had gotten him off the race track. He was also a registered QH and a gorgeous sorrel color. Buggy could run like the wind, in fact I'm don't think I ever opened him up all the way. He was probably the sweetest one and a bit of a shy little scaredy cat. He was all demure and quiet when I was on the ground but as soon as I got on board he was ready to run. He eventually calmed down some, although I think he watched too many Western Pleasure horses. I was walking him around, warming him up, one day at a KBHA open show when a friend walked by and asked if he was my new pleasure prospect. I answered "Oh no, he's my barrel horse". They laughed and said "sure". However, they quit laughing when it was our turn to run and Buggy saw the gate to the arena. We used to turn him loose on the farm and let him graze. He'd wander off for a while and then I think he would suddenly realize he was lonely. You would hear these thundering hoof beats and he would come flying up the drive and straight for you on his way to visit his buddies. That had to quit when he discovered the miniature horses at the sue-happy neighbors. We sold him back to the fella that sold him to us. He and his family had always liked him real well.
Next was Ty, also known as I'm Too Country. Ty was a buckskin QH and also registered in the ABRA. My sister & I went together and bought him from my trainer as a pleasure prospect for me to finish training and for her to eventually show. He kinda got neglected when we got Jazzi, the next horse, and he wasn't shown much. He had the cutest profile and this really wiry mane that had a tendency to pop up. He was sold at auction two years after we got him. Don't know where he is now.
The last horse we bought was All Too Obvious, alias Jazzi. Mom picked her out as a yearling and was always considered to be hers. She was an absolutely gorgeous palomino mare, also QH, of course. Pal, Ty & Jazzi all had the same sire - Stylish Too or PJ. Now that is one gorgeous stud horse. (I'm using gorgeous a lot here, aren't I. Oh well.) I trained and showed her in the 2-year-old Snaffle Bit Futurity at the KS State Fair in 1996. (Ach, that's almost 10 years ago. I'm feeling old...) We made it to the finals and placed, if I remember correctly, 14th out of 40-some competitors. Not bad for my 3rd year of real riding, if I do say so myself. That mare knew she was beautiful. When we had an audience, she would arch her neck, the tail would go up and she would prance her way around the circle at the end of the lounge line. I called her a dumb blonde. I started out lounging her before riding to work the edge off. Works on most horses, but not her. Oh no. That would just get her revved up. She loved to buck and I could never figure out how to make her stop. The college used her in the advanced horsemanship classes whenever we hosted a show. I tested her on a cutting dummy and I didn't even have to tell her what to do. She was born to cut. Problem was, I didn't know the finer points, or even the major points to the sport. I ended up selling her after I got laid off to a nice couple in Ohio. Last I heard, 2 years ago, she was pregnant. My little ditzy blonde is a mommy!
Ended up selling my saddle and other various tack after Jazzi left 3 years ago. Now I've got the horse itch real bad. This time (I won't able to afford it for quite a long time) I think I'll go the English route. I've always had a hankerin' to jump. Think I've decided on a 17hh warmblood as my new dream horse. But hey, if anyone out there has an extra horse lying around and wants to donate him/her to my very worthy cause, I wouldn't say no.
We Interrupt This Blog For A Venting Break
GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
MUST. THROTTLE. EVIL. CHILDREN. AND. THEIR. FAMILIES!!!!!!!
(For context, please see previous post.)
AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
RAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!
*takes deep breath, smoothes hair and smiles*
Thank you. We now return you to our regularly scheduled blogging.
MUST. THROTTLE. EVIL. CHILDREN. AND. THEIR. FAMILIES!!!!!!!
(For context, please see previous post.)
AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
RAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!
*takes deep breath, smoothes hair and smiles*
Thank you. We now return you to our regularly scheduled blogging.
Why Kids Are The Way They Are
Two of our clients had run away when I got into work tonight. Second shift were the ones that had to deal with the majority of the crap, but I have had the "pleasure" of talking to.. err... listening to one of the girls' grandma rant and rave. Grandma blames us for letting her little darling walk out of the cottage and off campus. I explained to her several times, as did 2nd shift, that we are not allowed to restrain or do anything to keep them from running unless they are on suicide watch. She just keeps going, getting louder and louder, saying that she placed the child here so she would be safe and we don't care and now the girl has learned that she can do anything she wants. I told her that her granddaughter is the one that made the decision to run, but the woman just escalated and continued the beratement. She said that she is coming to campus, from about 150 miles away, and she is going to stay here until we do something to find her. I told her if she wanted the girl somewhere that she couldn't run from, maybe they should've looked into a lock-down facility. Grandma simply keeps repeating everything she has already said over and over, getting louder and more worked up. She refused to listen to any kind of reason and said that she is going to bring a lawsuit against the company.
I wanted to tell her that her granddaughter is acting the way she is because her family let her get away with stuff and even now is painting her as the poor little victim and the staff and company as uncaring, incompetent villains. Don't get me wrong, I hope the girls don't come to any harm, but sometimes, something drastic does need to happen to make them sit up and realize that "Oh yeah, this is stupid".
Did I mention that this girl is the same one from the Icky... post?
And... Dah dah da-dah - they also stole a car.
I wanted to tell her that her granddaughter is acting the way she is because her family let her get away with stuff and even now is painting her as the poor little victim and the staff and company as uncaring, incompetent villains. Don't get me wrong, I hope the girls don't come to any harm, but sometimes, something drastic does need to happen to make them sit up and realize that "Oh yeah, this is stupid".
Did I mention that this girl is the same one from the Icky... post?
And... Dah dah da-dah - they also stole a car.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Books & Music
More useless information that y'all don't need but I am going to share anyway...
Music I have been hooked on lately:
BB King & Eric Clapton - Riding With The King
PFR - Great Lengths
Reliant K - mmhmm
The Best of Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong - I LOVE "Gee, Baby Ain't I Good To You"
Books I have been (sorta) reading lately:
Dee Henderson's True Heroes series - True Devotion, True Valor, True Honor, True Courage
I Don't Have Enough Faith To Be An Atheist by Norm Geisler & Frank Turek
Treason by Ann Coulter
He Still Moves Stones by Max Lucado - My care group at church is going through this right now.
Music I have been hooked on lately:
BB King & Eric Clapton - Riding With The King
PFR - Great Lengths
Reliant K - mmhmm
The Best of Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong - I LOVE "Gee, Baby Ain't I Good To You"
Books I have been (sorta) reading lately:
Dee Henderson's True Heroes series - True Devotion, True Valor, True Honor, True Courage
I Don't Have Enough Faith To Be An Atheist by Norm Geisler & Frank Turek
Treason by Ann Coulter
He Still Moves Stones by Max Lucado - My care group at church is going through this right now.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Heh He...
The Little Mother and I were in Sam's Club the other day getting mondo food for the Christmas dinners. We got up to the checkout and this guy that has to be older than Dad almost ran into my cart. He started talking to me and I was just being polite and conversating. He said there was a go-cart for sale somewhere in the back and then asked if I had kids. I said no and he said that it would have been a good gift for kids and only $1,800. I said if I had that kind of money laying around I certainly wouldn't be buying a go-cart. *cough*Harley*cough* He asked what I would buy. "My dream gun" I replied. "Oh. (pause - his smile kinda freezes) What's your dream gun?" "A Desert Eagle .44 or .50" "Oh..." Me - "Bye"
Sometimes I love being a little off... ;D
Sometimes I love being a little off... ;D
Wind Resistance
Ya know those little foam daisies that you can stick on your car antenna? Mom has one on her van. Well, Dad was driving the other day, stopped the van and pulled the flower off. He said it was creating too much wind resistance while going down the highway...
Too much wind drag from a 3 inch foam flower?!?
Too much wind drag from a 3 inch foam flower?!?
Merry Christ-mas
Luke 2:1-20
The Birth of Jesus
1In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. 2(This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) 3And everyone went to his own town to register.
4So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. 5He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. 6While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
The Shepherds and the Angels
8And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. 11Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ[a] the Lord. 12This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
13Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
14"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."
15When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."
16So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. 17When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.
Text obtained from BibleGateway.
The Birth of Jesus
1In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. 2(This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) 3And everyone went to his own town to register.
4So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. 5He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. 6While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
The Shepherds and the Angels
8And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. 11Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ[a] the Lord. 12This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
13Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
14"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."
15When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."
16So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. 17When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.
Text obtained from BibleGateway.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Prayer Request
I hate to be cryptic and vague, but if it crosses your mind, please pray for my family. I cannot give out any details other than it is a health issue and that the doctors are unsure as to what the problem is. All we know so far is that it doesn't look good. I'll be more forthcoming when we know something/permission is granted to share more.
Thank you.
Update: My uncle has been diagnosed with MS. At the time this was originally posted, all we knew was that his entire right side was numb, he couldn't tell where his hand was & couldn't control it if he couldn't see it. He had just started a new position with his company & they were worried about whether or not they would work with him & the new health problems. They are, by the way. He's on meds now & has improved a lot.
Thank you.
Update: My uncle has been diagnosed with MS. At the time this was originally posted, all we knew was that his entire right side was numb, he couldn't tell where his hand was & couldn't control it if he couldn't see it. He had just started a new position with his company & they were worried about whether or not they would work with him & the new health problems. They are, by the way. He's on meds now & has improved a lot.
I Am A Disrespectful Daughter
I was helping the parental units out one Sunday when they were assigned to work at the Coffe-thingy between Sunday School & 2nd service. Another family was also working in there and when Mom came in from her 4yr-old S.S. class, I greeted her with "Yo, Mama", which is how I also sometimes answer phone calls from her. The other lady in the kitchen turned around and said "What did you say?". I repeated it and explained that that is how I jokingly say Hi. The lady said that was sooo disrespectful and she couldn't believe I said that. Mom told her she thought it was funny and that I also call her the Mothership. The woman just couldn't believe Mom let me get away with that and repeated that I was being very disrespectful. Mom & I just looked at each other and rolled our eyes.
Job Update
I called Standridge Color to find out what happened with the job I interviewed for. They gave it to someone else. :( Oh well. They did say that they wanted to keep my application for whenever the lab job opens. Guess I'll just keep plugging away here. *prays "God give me patience..."*
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Aha! All Shall Love Me & Despair!
I am 71% Evil Genius.
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
What Happened To My Hermit Plans... ?
The parental units & I went to see The Chronicles Of Narnia Sunday evening. Good movie, not quite as good as I had hoped it to be, but...
About 20 minutes from the end, right in the middle of the big battle, a group of 3 people came into the row ahead of us and stood there, trying to figure out if that was where they wanted to sit. Had they not been senior citizens I might have grabbed the back of the guy's coat and pulled him down as a small reminder that they aren't the only ones in the blasted place.
Another chick had brought her little baby - not a toddler, a BABY - and was standing by the back door as the poor kid screamed throughout a majority of the show. First of all, what in the world was girl thinking - bring a kid that small to a movie? Whatever happened to baby-sitters? And then, she just stood there as he bawled his little head off. How in the world anyone is supposed to enjoy a movie when you strain to hear the dialogue over an enraged infant.
People can be so... um... not-smart sometimes. (See Mom, I'm trying to be nicer.) Maybe I should rethink the whole going-to-Cherry-County-Nebraska-to-be-a-hermit plan I had in high school. Just me, a Dodge truck, horses, cats & dogs... Ahh, that's the life.
About 20 minutes from the end, right in the middle of the big battle, a group of 3 people came into the row ahead of us and stood there, trying to figure out if that was where they wanted to sit. Had they not been senior citizens I might have grabbed the back of the guy's coat and pulled him down as a small reminder that they aren't the only ones in the blasted place.
Another chick had brought her little baby - not a toddler, a BABY - and was standing by the back door as the poor kid screamed throughout a majority of the show. First of all, what in the world was girl thinking - bring a kid that small to a movie? Whatever happened to baby-sitters? And then, she just stood there as he bawled his little head off. How in the world anyone is supposed to enjoy a movie when you strain to hear the dialogue over an enraged infant.
People can be so... um... not-smart sometimes. (See Mom, I'm trying to be nicer.) Maybe I should rethink the whole going-to-Cherry-County-Nebraska-to-be-a-hermit plan I had in high school. Just me, a Dodge truck, horses, cats & dogs... Ahh, that's the life.
Our Little Adventure
Mom & I went up to Topeka to see my older brother & sister-in-law graduate from Washburn. I don't know how they did it, with 2 little ones and him working full-time 30 miles away.
I got Big Bro some .45 ammo as a gift. You shoulda seen him. He carried it around with him and routinely opened it up to play with a couple bullets. 'Course I played with them too, as did Bobo. Guess I know what to get to make him happy. It was even on sale. Yay Dick's Sporting Goods! They also had some real pretty folders by Gerber.
Anyway, the Mothership & I returned little Bobo to his parental units and got to see the other little duffer. We were planning on staying until Saturday evening for Pop's side of the family's Christmas. The weather decided otherwise for us. We left shortly after noon (I think) to head home due to a forecast of 2-4 inches up there and 4-6 inches down here. Did fine on the turnpike and most of the way on the evil 2-lane highway that is frequented by semis. Got behind a trucker who refused to move over in the passing zones so the Mothership decided to pass. Didn't realize the slush we had been driving over earlier had frozen. We got next to the trailer and lost control. Mom & I both started praying hard. I was looking over at these big tires and thinking "Oh, crap, we're gonna get run over by a semi". When we swerved off to the left I thought "Thank you God", never mind the fact that we were heading into a lovely ditch at 60-70 mph. The ol' minivan plowed through that snow and did a nice little 270 degree turn before sliding to a stop. Mom & I both thought we were going to flip. It was a God-thing that we didn't. Mom quit yelling "HELP US GOD! HELP US GOD! HELP US GOD!" and we just sat there for a minute. Drove the van out of the ditch and down the road. No damage other than maybe a little paint scrape-age on the front fender.
Well, that's it. Hope life is a wee bit more boring for while, although it was kind of a rush.
I got Big Bro some .45 ammo as a gift. You shoulda seen him. He carried it around with him and routinely opened it up to play with a couple bullets. 'Course I played with them too, as did Bobo. Guess I know what to get to make him happy. It was even on sale. Yay Dick's Sporting Goods! They also had some real pretty folders by Gerber.
Anyway, the Mothership & I returned little Bobo to his parental units and got to see the other little duffer. We were planning on staying until Saturday evening for Pop's side of the family's Christmas. The weather decided otherwise for us. We left shortly after noon (I think) to head home due to a forecast of 2-4 inches up there and 4-6 inches down here. Did fine on the turnpike and most of the way on the evil 2-lane highway that is frequented by semis. Got behind a trucker who refused to move over in the passing zones so the Mothership decided to pass. Didn't realize the slush we had been driving over earlier had frozen. We got next to the trailer and lost control. Mom & I both started praying hard. I was looking over at these big tires and thinking "Oh, crap, we're gonna get run over by a semi". When we swerved off to the left I thought "Thank you God", never mind the fact that we were heading into a lovely ditch at 60-70 mph. The ol' minivan plowed through that snow and did a nice little 270 degree turn before sliding to a stop. Mom & I both thought we were going to flip. It was a God-thing that we didn't. Mom quit yelling "HELP US GOD! HELP US GOD! HELP US GOD!" and we just sat there for a minute. Drove the van out of the ditch and down the road. No damage other than maybe a little paint scrape-age on the front fender.
Well, that's it. Hope life is a wee bit more boring for while, although it was kind of a rush.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Bathroom Etiquette
If one were to follow Little Bobo's example this morning, one must always wave and yell "Buh-bye! See you yater!" several times as one flushes the biffy.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Ever Elusive Sleep
Once again, after getting about 4-5 hours of sleep each Sunday & Monday, I have slept 1 hour since 11pm Monday night. But, I am taking tonight off and have my 4 day weekend ahead.
Alias better be good because that's what I'm waiting up for. After that - sweet, sweet sleeping pills and no alarm clock. Yee-haw!
Alias better be good because that's what I'm waiting up for. After that - sweet, sweet sleeping pills and no alarm clock. Yee-haw!
The Grinches Who Are Stealing Christmas
Just finished watching the original 'Grinch Who Stole Christmas' with Little Bobo. You know, the one where the Whos in Whoville have all their Christmas decorations, etc. stolen but still have the Christmas spirit? It appears that Dr. Suess was somewhat of a dyslexic prophet. The ACLU wants to allow us the trappings of Christmas as long as the spirit, reason and name of the 'holiday' are tossed in the dumpster.
I refuse to say 'Happy Holidays'. If someone wants to tell me that, great, but they will get a resounding 'Merry Christmas' back. I know the majority aren't on the fringe like the socialist ACLU, but every inch we relinquish now makes it easier for them to take two more later. Soon, we will be left with no legal ground to stand on. They will not be allowed to trample this country under their Red birkenstocks any longer.
I refuse to say 'Happy Holidays'. If someone wants to tell me that, great, but they will get a resounding 'Merry Christmas' back. I know the majority aren't on the fringe like the socialist ACLU, but every inch we relinquish now makes it easier for them to take two more later. Soon, we will be left with no legal ground to stand on. They will not be allowed to trample this country under their Red birkenstocks any longer.
Kids...
Mom & I are watching Little Bobo and my cousin's youngest Lil'Un. We have had several fun learning moments:
Large stuffed horses have front and back seats that are somehow worthy of being fought over.
When you send a kid for his shoes, he may bring back his Pooh, as in Winnie.
Bobo cannot say 'girl', it comes out as 'gral'.
Cats do not enjoy being held about the middle by a little 'gral' who is jumping up and down.
Bobo was following Lil'Un out of the computer room when he suddenly stopped and exclaimed "I can't find my knife" and began searching his pockets. Even though he is a little farm boy, I would be a wee bit surprised if a 2 yr-old had a pocket knife. That should be saved for the 3rd or 4th birthday, so as to not rush things, you know. Ah well, turns out it was a Play-Doh 'pocket' knife that was missing.
UPDATE: Little Bobo came running back into the den and stated "You like sharp knives". ?!?!?
Warning! - Bobo bites when pretending to be a snake and gets you. Not hard, just suprising.
Large stuffed horses have front and back seats that are somehow worthy of being fought over.
When you send a kid for his shoes, he may bring back his Pooh, as in Winnie.
Bobo cannot say 'girl', it comes out as 'gral'.
Cats do not enjoy being held about the middle by a little 'gral' who is jumping up and down.
Bobo was following Lil'Un out of the computer room when he suddenly stopped and exclaimed "I can't find my knife" and began searching his pockets. Even though he is a little farm boy, I would be a wee bit surprised if a 2 yr-old had a pocket knife. That should be saved for the 3rd or 4th birthday, so as to not rush things, you know. Ah well, turns out it was a Play-Doh 'pocket' knife that was missing.
UPDATE: Little Bobo came running back into the den and stated "You like sharp knives". ?!?!?
Warning! - Bobo bites when pretending to be a snake and gets you. Not hard, just suprising.
Icky
Got into work tonight and had to immediately leave for the emergency room. Apparently a client had been on the run and got the brilliant idea to try to jump off a stump and over a chain link fence. Needless to say, she ripped a lovely patch of skin off her leg. I got the joy of holding her hands while the ER doc numbed, rinsed and stitched her up. He discovered that the fence made a puncture wound large and long enough for his index finger to fit in. (Theoretically - he didn't actually attempt this.) Before the stitchin', the girl was fussy and said she was going to get mad if the doc didn't get in there soon so she could go home and go to bed. I reminded her that she was there as a result of her decisions to A.) run away and B.) try to jump a fence. She chilled out after that. She did pretty well during the needle stuff although I made the mistake of watching and got rather light-headed. Girl claims this has changed her ways and she won't run anymore. Time will tell.
UPDATE: Yup. Ran again - twice. Nitwit.
UPDATE: Yup. Ran again - twice. Nitwit.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Be Afraid...
...Be very afraid. I have heard the logic (?) of the next voting generation.
A client yesterday morning wanted a band-aid for a shaving cut on her leg. I handed her an alcohol swab to clean the cut with and the conversation went as follows:
Client: I don't use alcohol.
Me: It will clean the cut.
Client: But it stings!
Me: Yes - but then it won't get infected.
Client: I always use hydrogen peroxide.
Me: Umm... alcohol does the same thing. Why does it matter?
Client: Because the hydrogen peroxide stings. That way I know it's working.
Me: So... You won't use alochol because it stings. You want to use hydrogen peroxide because it stings.
Client: Yeah.
Waiter - more medication over here please!
A client yesterday morning wanted a band-aid for a shaving cut on her leg. I handed her an alcohol swab to clean the cut with and the conversation went as follows:
Client: I don't use alcohol.
Me: It will clean the cut.
Client: But it stings!
Me: Yes - but then it won't get infected.
Client: I always use hydrogen peroxide.
Me: Umm... alcohol does the same thing. Why does it matter?
Client: Because the hydrogen peroxide stings. That way I know it's working.
Me: So... You won't use alochol because it stings. You want to use hydrogen peroxide because it stings.
Client: Yeah.
Waiter - more medication over here please!
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Need. Sleep. Right. Now. Zzzzzzz
I just realized that I've had about 5 hours of sleep since Thursday evening. D'oh! Oh well, I can sleep this afternoon after church. Ahhh. Sweet, sweet sleep. Can't wait.
UPDATE: By the time I got to bed Sunday afternoon, those 5 hours were all I had gotten in the past 66 or so hours.
UPDATE: By the time I got to bed Sunday afternoon, those 5 hours were all I had gotten in the past 66 or so hours.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Lucy's Up & Runnin'
Dad came over & charged little Lucy's battery. He said the alternator was charging too high or something like that. I'm gonna have to take into a shop & have them check her out. But, at least she's working now so that I can get to work. Those little paycheck thingys sure do come in handy.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Lucy On Strike
Lucy - my little car - went on strike tonight. I went out to get her warmed up before work and she refused to start. Called the Parental Units to see if I could borrow Lily - my old truck - but she had already been loaned out to Peanut. A co-worker came and picked me up. Dad's gonna check her out (Lucy, not the co-worker :D) tomorrow and see if it isn't the battery.
Yummy Recipe
This is one of the few recipes from work that's good enough to keep around.
Strawberry Dessert Cake
2 c. sliced strawberries
3 oz. package strawberry jello
1 package white cake mix
1/2 c. sugar
1 1/2 c. mini marshmallows
Combine sliced strawberries with sugar & strawberry jello; set aside. Generously gease bottom of 9 X 13 pan; sprinkle with marshmallows. Mix white cake mix according to package directions. Pour over marshmallows. Spoon strawberry mixture over batter. Bake at 350* for 40 - 45 minutes. Serve either warm or cold with ice cream or whipped topping. I prefer it warm.
Strawberry Dessert Cake
2 c. sliced strawberries
3 oz. package strawberry jello
1 package white cake mix
1/2 c. sugar
1 1/2 c. mini marshmallows
Combine sliced strawberries with sugar & strawberry jello; set aside. Generously gease bottom of 9 X 13 pan; sprinkle with marshmallows. Mix white cake mix according to package directions. Pour over marshmallows. Spoon strawberry mixture over batter. Bake at 350* for 40 - 45 minutes. Serve either warm or cold with ice cream or whipped topping. I prefer it warm.
Sony = Evil
Sony installs a rootkit on your hard drive whenever you play one of their CDs on your computer. A rootkit is something that allows crackers, viruses, etc. easier access to your 'puter. If you try to delete it, it will break your CD drive. More details here.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Thought I'd Share Some Pictures
Dad last year at the church's fun night. He was the judge for the jail. I personally think every judge should wear a hat like that when they're on the bench.Jiminy Cricket & me at Epcot last year. We (the family, not Jiminy & me) were in Florida for my cousin Mel's wedding.
How The Loony-Left Supports The Troops
Check out this card received by an injured soldier...
Sickening.
Sickening.
Is Winter Over Yet?
I know, I know - it hasn't even officially started yet. But I get so cold. Whenever I get really tired (which is most of the time) my body temp just drops & I freeze. Last week I got half an hour of sleep from Monday evening - Tuesday midnight. I was so flippin' cold I spent the whole night at work Tues. wearing my hoodie, coat, scarf & gloves. The gloves came off when I passed meds. They were in the way. I tried to keep my house thermostat set at 68 degrees but I spent the whole time shivering. It's at 71-72 now and I still want to turn it up more. Oh well.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Interview
Had a job interview this morning, err... yesterday morning... with Standridge Color. The position is Building Coordinator and sounds rather involved. They asked how it sounded and I said something to the effect of "Well, I thought I was in over my head at my last two jobs, so what's one more jump into the deep end". They laughed - hope that was good. Said they'll be interviewing 10-12 people this week, narrow it down to 3-4 and call them back for interviews with a lady from the main Georgia office next week. Bonus points for me - the lady who had the job previously told the boss man to make sure I was considered for the job.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Sweet Silly Psycho Sydney
I have a little stuffed Loch Ness monster on the dresser in my room. Sydney likes to sprawl out on the dresser whenever I am in bed. Everyday, she hops up there, sees Nessie and then poor Nessie gets vanquished to the floor. Syd usually stares ole Nessie down first before attacking. After the battle is over, she looks down at it and then at me as if to say "I really beat her good, didn't I Mom".
I was singing in the shower on Sunday morning and Syd began either fussing very loudly or singing along. When I got out, she was in her usual powder room perch - the sink. I'm gonna have to snitch the Mothership's camera and post some pics of the cute little nutcase.
I was singing in the shower on Sunday morning and Syd began either fussing very loudly or singing along. When I got out, she was in her usual powder room perch - the sink. I'm gonna have to snitch the Mothership's camera and post some pics of the cute little nutcase.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Yay! Funny!
Hilarious "comic" strip of the Fox News folks from Striving for Average.
Update: The Bird Flew Epidemic and The Magic Finger are also spit-coffee-on-the-moniter-funny as well. Consider this your warning.
Yet Another Update: Yeah, yeah, I know... You HAVE to read MMMMM Road Kill. I laughed so hard I cried and I'm still shaking now. Oh, chest pains, bad... Go. Now. Don't eat or drink anything first, tho.
Update: The Bird Flew Epidemic and The Magic Finger are also spit-coffee-on-the-moniter-funny as well. Consider this your warning.
Yet Another Update: Yeah, yeah, I know... You HAVE to read MMMMM Road Kill. I laughed so hard I cried and I'm still shaking now. Oh, chest pains, bad... Go. Now. Don't eat or drink anything first, tho.
A Marine's View of Iraq
A recently returned Marine's notes on the soldiers' favorite weapons, ammo, etc. It's a little long but it is definately worth reading through to the end.
The blog it was found on - Mostly Cajun - belongs to a man whose house was wiped out in Hurrcaine Rita. Good reading.
The blog it was found on - Mostly Cajun - belongs to a man whose house was wiped out in Hurrcaine Rita. Good reading.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
What Kind Of Princess Are You?
The Noble Princess
You are just and fair, a perfectionist with a
strong sense of proper decorum. You are very
attracted to chivalry, ceremony and dignity.
For the most part you are rather sensible, but
you are also very idealistic.
Role Models: Guinevere, Princess Fiona (of Shrek)
You are most likely to: Get kidnapped by a stray
dragon.
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Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Anti-War Creeps
Anti-war creeps have hacked Grey Eagles' blog. She's a soldier who is currently deployed to Iraq. These cowards whose very right to free speech is protected by the sacrifice of this woman have now completely prevented her from posting tributes to fallen soldiers. Fallen soldiers who died for their country and to free the citizens of another country who would gladly settle for a mere fraction of the freedoms we enjoy here. Low-lifes such as these should be dropped in the midst of their so-called "freedom fighters". Let them find out how the terrorists respond to their brand of spew. Maybe, somewhere between discovering what torture really is and getting their heads hacked off, they might wake up to the truth. But then again, that is asking a lot of dysfunctional drooling moonbats.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
I heart guns & knives
My friend Pookie was doodling in one of his classes and produced this sketch of me. The shirt says "I *heart* *guns* & knives", which I do. Heh heh.The reason the fork is there, in the ground between the swords, is because I have this thing about not being touched. Especially without warning. One night at work, Pookie & Bridget were discussing how I should change my hair. I was leaning on the kitchen counter, eating, and Pookie suddenly leaned toward me and touched my hair. Without even realizing it, I rather quickly rotated the fork in my hand into a, um... stabbing position, I guess you might call it. Don't think I'm gonna live that one down anytime soon.
The swirly stuff on the leg of the pants is thanks to a former client at work. She wanted to do something, I can't even remember what, that she wasn't supposed to be doing. Anyway, she cussed at me and told me my embroidered jeans were stupid. I kinda laughed at her and made her even more mad. Ah well. Those jeans have been my "stupid pants" ever since.
Here's one way to wake your kid up to the consequences of their actions.
The girl's grades and behaviour have both improved and yet the mom got turned into the Dept. of Human Services. Sure, she 'suffered' a wee bit of humiliation, but she'll be thankful in few years when a little thing called 'real life' hits. If only more parents would do this. Then, people in my line of work would have fewer psycho teenagers to tame after their parents are done screwing them up.
Tasha Henderson got tired of her 14-year-old daughter's poor grades, her chronic
lateness to class and her talking back to her teachers, so she decided to teach
the girl a lesson.
She made Coretha stand at a busy Oklahoma City
intersection Nov. 4 with a cardboard sign that read: "I don't do my homework and
I act up in school, so my parents are preparing me for my future. Will work for
food."
The girl's grades and behaviour have both improved and yet the mom got turned into the Dept. of Human Services. Sure, she 'suffered' a wee bit of humiliation, but she'll be thankful in few years when a little thing called 'real life' hits. If only more parents would do this. Then, people in my line of work would have fewer psycho teenagers to tame after their parents are done screwing them up.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Kickin' Some Liberal Butt
Ma Deuce Gunner, back from Iraq, has something to say to the anti-war crowd. There is also a transcript of an interview with several Iraqi brothers who were interpreters for MDG's company.
And, link courtesy of Harvey, comes a lovely little article, complete with sources, about who is really lying about Iraq.
And, link courtesy of Harvey, comes a lovely little article, complete with sources, about who is really lying about Iraq.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Dream
I had a dream last night. It was the strangest one I can ever recall, including the one about the demon-possessed burritos. I had fallen back asleep after my alarm went off and I eventually became aware that I was dreaming, but I could not control what happened in it like I sometimes can.
My older brother was in a motorized wheelchair, driving with the flow of traffic on Hwy 75 north of Topeka. It then switched to Mom, Addy - my cousin's 5 year old, and me in a cruise ship. We were there to make sure that wheelchairs had access to everything. I had to ride the wheelchair down a motorized lift-thingy that carried the chair down a short, wide stairway. The carpet was a deep red with gold and the walls were a rich cream. It was in this section - in the stairway - that I think I realized I was dreaming. Mom said something to the effect that we were also there to stop someone from killing a 13 year old girl - a client from my work. The dream changed to a Grecian statue, there was no background, everything was just white. A pearl handled dagger sticking in the crown of the statue's head. A hand - I had the impression that it was Mom's - pulled the dagger out and water began draining from the room or whatever the statue was in. A flow of blood began gushing down and Mom said we have until 11:30. I knew this meant we had to find the girl before 11:30pm or he would kill her. The dream changed again. A new statue, this one more cream-colored than the first and looking very battered. It looked as if there was dried blood on it and there was a smaller head hanging from the larger statue's hair. The statue began to move and I heard Mom, sounding rather distraught, saying "Stop, part of your head is blown off". The statue kept moving and I seemed to be circling it. I realized the statue was me and that's when the dream ended.
The few colors I remembered were very vivid - the blood was a very bold red. I did wonder why in the world Mom & I, not to mention a 5 year old girl, were hunting a killer. I tried to find a website that explained meanings of dreams, just out of curiosity, but everything I found was just plain weird &/or not at all applicable to my life. I know anything I'm going to find would just be a loopy froo-froo from some oddball mystic, but I thought it might be good for a few chuckles.
Anyway, now that I've freaked y'all out with a glimpse into my twisted little psyche, have a nice day. ;D
My older brother was in a motorized wheelchair, driving with the flow of traffic on Hwy 75 north of Topeka. It then switched to Mom, Addy - my cousin's 5 year old, and me in a cruise ship. We were there to make sure that wheelchairs had access to everything. I had to ride the wheelchair down a motorized lift-thingy that carried the chair down a short, wide stairway. The carpet was a deep red with gold and the walls were a rich cream. It was in this section - in the stairway - that I think I realized I was dreaming. Mom said something to the effect that we were also there to stop someone from killing a 13 year old girl - a client from my work. The dream changed to a Grecian statue, there was no background, everything was just white. A pearl handled dagger sticking in the crown of the statue's head. A hand - I had the impression that it was Mom's - pulled the dagger out and water began draining from the room or whatever the statue was in. A flow of blood began gushing down and Mom said we have until 11:30. I knew this meant we had to find the girl before 11:30pm or he would kill her. The dream changed again. A new statue, this one more cream-colored than the first and looking very battered. It looked as if there was dried blood on it and there was a smaller head hanging from the larger statue's hair. The statue began to move and I heard Mom, sounding rather distraught, saying "Stop, part of your head is blown off". The statue kept moving and I seemed to be circling it. I realized the statue was me and that's when the dream ended.
The few colors I remembered were very vivid - the blood was a very bold red. I did wonder why in the world Mom & I, not to mention a 5 year old girl, were hunting a killer. I tried to find a website that explained meanings of dreams, just out of curiosity, but everything I found was just plain weird &/or not at all applicable to my life. I know anything I'm going to find would just be a loopy froo-froo from some oddball mystic, but I thought it might be good for a few chuckles.
Anyway, now that I've freaked y'all out with a glimpse into my twisted little psyche, have a nice day. ;D
Thunder Run
Stumbled across this old post at The Mudville Gazette, link courtesy of Cox & Forkum. It is about the MSM's accusation that the US military targets journalists. There is an excerpt of "Thunder Run" by David Zucchino, LA Times correspondent. It is a little lengthy but it is definately worth the time.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
World Without Zionism Conference
Want to know the Arabs' plans for the future? Look right here -
http://regimechangeiran.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-havent-we-seen-this.html
That is why we need to kick some serious butt over there, send those 'martyrs' on to their reward - also known as Hell - and give Israel all the support we can. Screw the Palestinians.
http://regimechangeiran.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-havent-we-seen-this.html
That is why we need to kick some serious butt over there, send those 'martyrs' on to their reward - also known as Hell - and give Israel all the support we can. Screw the Palestinians.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Live Life, Whatever The Cost
George Gray
by Edgar Lee Masters
I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me—
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me, and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire—
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.
by Edgar Lee Masters
I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me—
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me, and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire—
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.
I Like My Opinions
Mom called me to say that she was worried about my posts being too opinionated.
I replied with "Yes, I do have opinions, I rather like them and I plan on keeping them for quite some time".
She's afraid that "guys won't like that".
Funny little Mothership.
I replied with "Yes, I do have opinions, I rather like them and I plan on keeping them for quite some time".
She's afraid that "guys won't like that".
Funny little Mothership.
My List
Thought I'd share my list of things that I would like to do someday before I die.
Not that I'm planning to, y'know...
1. Marry a Godly man
2. Raise Godly children
3. Learn to paint
4. Write a book
5. Open a tea room
6. Go to Scotland, England, Israel, France & Italy
7. Learn Hebrew, Greek, Latin, Arabic, French, Italian & Gaelic
8. Learn to drive a motorcycle
9. Rehab a ’71 Hemi ‘Cuda and drag race
10. Trace genealogy as far back as possible
11. Take gourmet cooking classes
12. Learn to dance
13. Play ‘Hot Canary’ & ‘Devil Went Down to Georgia’ on violin
14. Take voice lessons
15. Learn to play piano
16. Get History / Philosophy / Education degrees
17. Renovate a Victorian house
18. Learn to quilt
19. Learn Fencing / Swordplay / Archery
20. Take Photography classes
21. Learn to play chess
22. Go to Sniper school / Shoot an AK-47
Not that I'm planning to, y'know...
1. Marry a Godly man
2. Raise Godly children
3. Learn to paint
4. Write a book
5. Open a tea room
6. Go to Scotland, England, Israel, France & Italy
7. Learn Hebrew, Greek, Latin, Arabic, French, Italian & Gaelic
8. Learn to drive a motorcycle
9. Rehab a ’71 Hemi ‘Cuda and drag race
10. Trace genealogy as far back as possible
11. Take gourmet cooking classes
12. Learn to dance
13. Play ‘Hot Canary’ & ‘Devil Went Down to Georgia’ on violin
14. Take voice lessons
15. Learn to play piano
16. Get History / Philosophy / Education degrees
17. Renovate a Victorian house
18. Learn to quilt
19. Learn Fencing / Swordplay / Archery
20. Take Photography classes
21. Learn to play chess
22. Go to Sniper school / Shoot an AK-47
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Why We Need To Be In Iraq
I got an email update from US Central Command (go subscribe - it's Grrrreat!). In the "What The Extremists Are Saying" section, there are quotes stating Al-Qaida's plans for Iraq and the rest of the Middle Eastern region. It is clear that they do not want the Iraqi people controlling their own country.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Stupid People Tick Me Off
An 18-year old woman from Kentucky stood up a date and then lied about being kidnapped to get out of it. Kansas City police then spent thousands of dollars and who knows how many man hours to hunt for the abducted, raped and stabbed victim. Aircraft were also diverted out of the KS airport.
The liar's mother then calls what she did "stretching the truth" and whines that the girl's lying has never been malicious and that she is "immature".
I see a number of problems here.
#1. The girl is dumb enough to arrange a date with a guy she met on the Internet. Granted, normal, sane people have done it too, but this girl doesn't appear to have an overabundance of intelligence.
#2. When she does the only intelligent thing I can see her do here - decide not to go - she lies. And it was a lie that had a big effect on a lot of other people.
#3. The mother excuses her behavior and merely calls her immature.
I see the girl and her mother/parents to be equally responsible. They both need to make reparations for what the little dipwad did.
When I was 6, I knew better than to lie. Want to know why? Because my parents had taught me right from wrong. I had no excuses and neither did they. Had I done something like this, my parents would have turned me into the authorities and rightly so. I would have been the only one to blame.
At my job, I see so many people - clients and staff - whine and complain that life isn't going their way when it is their decisions that got them in whatever predicament they are in. I was cussed out this morning because a client didn't do what she was told and knew full well she had to do in order to go on a visit with her mom. I flat out told her that she was the one canceling her visit because she was choosing to scream and bang stuff around. Staff are not the ones responsible for how she behaves.
The problem is that we have immature people raising more immature people. Few are taught responsibility for their actions anymore. They get to blame everyone else for their crappy lives when their crappy lives are a result of their own crappy decisions. Self absorption is rampant in our society. When "it's all about me", no one else matters. We can do or say anything we want to, irregardless of how it affects anyone else.
I think I got a little off topic and twisty, but after this morning's frustration, I had to vent a little.
If there's one thing I can't abide, it's stupidity.
The liar's mother then calls what she did "stretching the truth" and whines that the girl's lying has never been malicious and that she is "immature".
I see a number of problems here.
#1. The girl is dumb enough to arrange a date with a guy she met on the Internet. Granted, normal, sane people have done it too, but this girl doesn't appear to have an overabundance of intelligence.
#2. When she does the only intelligent thing I can see her do here - decide not to go - she lies. And it was a lie that had a big effect on a lot of other people.
#3. The mother excuses her behavior and merely calls her immature.
I see the girl and her mother/parents to be equally responsible. They both need to make reparations for what the little dipwad did.
When I was 6, I knew better than to lie. Want to know why? Because my parents had taught me right from wrong. I had no excuses and neither did they. Had I done something like this, my parents would have turned me into the authorities and rightly so. I would have been the only one to blame.
At my job, I see so many people - clients and staff - whine and complain that life isn't going their way when it is their decisions that got them in whatever predicament they are in. I was cussed out this morning because a client didn't do what she was told and knew full well she had to do in order to go on a visit with her mom. I flat out told her that she was the one canceling her visit because she was choosing to scream and bang stuff around. Staff are not the ones responsible for how she behaves.
The problem is that we have immature people raising more immature people. Few are taught responsibility for their actions anymore. They get to blame everyone else for their crappy lives when their crappy lives are a result of their own crappy decisions. Self absorption is rampant in our society. When "it's all about me", no one else matters. We can do or say anything we want to, irregardless of how it affects anyone else.
I think I got a little off topic and twisty, but after this morning's frustration, I had to vent a little.
If there's one thing I can't abide, it's stupidity.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Well, Here I Am...
Ya know, I had a lot of stuff on my mind last night when I was considering whether or not I was really going to do this. Now... nothin'.
Oh well. Guess I'll introduce my self.
I'm a Midwestern gal, born and raised. I currently work at a residential treatment facility for teenagers with behavioural and mental problems, but I am applying elsewhere.
I bought a house within the last year and am in the (very slow) process of renovating. The bathroom I gutted and replaced before moving in. The main (it's too small to be called 'master') bedroom I painted, as well as the entry, closets and hall. I have yet to patch and paint the second bedroom and laundry room. I have wallpaper for three walls in the living room and need to replace the cabinets in the kitchen. Unfortunately the wallpaper border I had picked out for the kitchen has been discontinued.
My parents are here in Newton, as are my younger siblings and their spouses. It feels odd at times to realize that my obnoxoius little brother and my baby sister are married. My older brother, his wife and their two little boys live on the family farm up yonder in the northeast part of the state. Yup, I'm the only single one left, but that's just fine - for now.
I have a cat, which I will post pictures of at some point. I often check Is Full Of Crap, esp. the catcams and the Ask The Cats sections. That site, as well as others I have seen, made me want to show my little psycho Sydney Anne. I named her after the lead character on Alias.
That's all for now. I'll be back when my noggin turns on again.
Oh well. Guess I'll introduce my self.
I'm a Midwestern gal, born and raised. I currently work at a residential treatment facility for teenagers with behavioural and mental problems, but I am applying elsewhere.
I bought a house within the last year and am in the (very slow) process of renovating. The bathroom I gutted and replaced before moving in. The main (it's too small to be called 'master') bedroom I painted, as well as the entry, closets and hall. I have yet to patch and paint the second bedroom and laundry room. I have wallpaper for three walls in the living room and need to replace the cabinets in the kitchen. Unfortunately the wallpaper border I had picked out for the kitchen has been discontinued.
My parents are here in Newton, as are my younger siblings and their spouses. It feels odd at times to realize that my obnoxoius little brother and my baby sister are married. My older brother, his wife and their two little boys live on the family farm up yonder in the northeast part of the state. Yup, I'm the only single one left, but that's just fine - for now.
I have a cat, which I will post pictures of at some point. I often check Is Full Of Crap, esp. the catcams and the Ask The Cats sections. That site, as well as others I have seen, made me want to show my little psycho Sydney Anne. I named her after the lead character on Alias.
That's all for now. I'll be back when my noggin turns on again.
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