I've been a Republican all my life.
That being said, while I still believe in Republican government, I feel like I have nothing in common with today's GOP platform, on so many levels. I'm pro-choice. Not pro-abortion. (Don't get me started.) I do not believe God belongs in our State Houses or in our White House. I think the law should be the law for all of our citizens.....white, black, brown....Christian, Catholic, Jew, Hindu, Muslim....each and every single one of us. I don't believe in smiting those who don't share my God or my customs or my holidays. I feel like the GOP jams democracy down the world's throat while jamming a Christmas tree up its collective @ss. I'm not ok with that.
I think it's time to take a turn from what's not working for today's America; apparently, I've turned left. It's clearly time for the GOP to reinvent itself and get in touch with what today's Republican cares about. But I have to say that if it is to rise out of the ashes, Sarah Palin will never speak for me.
Regardless of the outcome of today's election, America is forever changed and I see only positives in that. I see on TV the lines of people in Virginia and Florida waiting patiently to excersise their most basic right as Americans, to raise their voices, to speak through their votes, and it heartens me. We'll soldier on, right or left, and we'll be okay. It's how we do.
My Pop always said that no administration could wreck this country in eight years....though George F Bush certianly tried. I still believe that our system is the best system in the world; and on this election day, I am so thankful to be a part of this country and this process.
I'm proud to be an American.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Pain. Full.
I'm watching the debate.
So much rhetoric, so little time....and yet it seems to be taking forever.
What's up with that?
So much rhetoric, so little time....and yet it seems to be taking forever.
What's up with that?
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Sarah Palin
I'm watching her talk right now. She's all about being a cheerleader for family and military and whatever blah blah blah......she trots out her special needs son and says that if they are elected, she will be an advocate for special needs in the White House.
Yeah. As long as your kid's not gay.
Yeah. As long as your kid's not gay.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Turf
I have a lovely neighbor lady, a couple of years older and wiser that me, that is unfailingly kind, helpful and caring. This spring she put Weed-n-Feed on her yard, had some left, and very graciously continued on with her fertilizer spreader and fed my starving front yard till her stash ran out.
As a result, the rest of the neighborhood hated me less this year because my usual bumper crop of dandelions was considerably decreased.
The flip side of that would be that my grass is lush and green. And grows very fast and very tall. You can tell which house is mine; it's the one with the yard that's always completely out of control and desperately needs cutting. Or trimming. Or raking.
I'm pretty sure the neighborhood still hates me.
I spent three hours today getting cozy with my weed whacker (I threaded it 9 frickin times....I know because I frickin counted) along with every other lawn manicuring device in my garage.
I can hardly lift my arms, both hands are still vibrating and I'm sporting a nice farmer's tan.
Here's my question: How does one say to an unfailingly kind, helpful and caring neighbor that if she puts Weed-n-Feed on my lawn next year? well, there's gonna be dust up.
As a result, the rest of the neighborhood hated me less this year because my usual bumper crop of dandelions was considerably decreased.
The flip side of that would be that my grass is lush and green. And grows very fast and very tall. You can tell which house is mine; it's the one with the yard that's always completely out of control and desperately needs cutting. Or trimming. Or raking.
I'm pretty sure the neighborhood still hates me.
I spent three hours today getting cozy with my weed whacker (I threaded it 9 frickin times....I know because I frickin counted) along with every other lawn manicuring device in my garage.
I can hardly lift my arms, both hands are still vibrating and I'm sporting a nice farmer's tan.
Here's my question: How does one say to an unfailingly kind, helpful and caring neighbor that if she puts Weed-n-Feed on my lawn next year? well, there's gonna be dust up.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Projekt Conversation II
Recorded faithfully from what I frickin can remember, August 15, 2008
D: We won’t need those directions…I programmed the GPS on my phone to direct us right to the door of the venue.
GPS: You are off course.
G/f: Hahaha…
D: Just a minute and it’ll correct itself.
GPS: Turn left in twenty feet.
Me: Apparently your phone wants you to either get gas or some snacks for the road at this Mini Mart.
G/f: Hahaha….
D: Give it a chance.
GPS: You are off course, again! You people have no idea where you’re going!
D: I’m turning the effen thing off!
Me: But we’re not even on the highway yet!
In the parking lot at Riverbend:
Me: We seem to be at a deserted amusement park on a summer Friday afternoon at 4PM. This is very strange.
D: Let’s just follow those people who seem like they know where they’re going.
Me: There’s no gate. There are no ticket takers. You don’t have to pay to get in this amusement park? This is very strange.
G/f: There are only like ten customers in this park.
Me: Half of the rides don’t have people on them. This is very strange.
D: If the roller coaster is working when we come back through on the way out we are totally getting on it!
Me: What if the park is locked when the show is over? We’ll have to swim across the river to get to the car. This is very strange.
During Street Drum Corp’s set:
Me: Don’t you love it when the bass pounds through your heart and it feels like you’re going to have a heart attack!?!
D: Yeah!
Me: I’m a little scared that I’ll be in a coma by the time Linkin Park comes on!
D: I hear ya!
In the restroom between bands:
Me: Did you get your eyeballs fixed?
G/f: I took my contacts out.
Me: Good Lord; can you still see?
G/f: Yeah, kinda. It’ll be fine.
Me: I know you don’t want a beer but they have mixed drinks. Want a cocktail?
G/f: Maybe, but could you read the signs and tell me what they have?
Me: Good thing we’re in the 12th row and you still have ears or you’d prolly really be ticked, huh?
G/f: Hahaha….
Me: Well someone’s gotta be the DD on the way home and clearly, it's not going to be you.
During Chris Cornell’s set:
D: What a set of pipes….Jesus! And it doesn’t even look like he’s trying!
Me: I know! I was just thinking the same thing!
D: Chester looks like he’s going to stroke out on every song to get that much torque.
Me: I know!
Chris Cornell: I’m gonna break my…
I’m gonna break my rusty cage and run
Me: Johnny Cash wrote this song.
D: Are you serious?
Me: JC either wrote it or covered it…It’s on one of the American Recordings albums. Can’t you Google it on your fancy phone and ask that GPS lady who wrote it?
D: Yeah! I prolly can! Is it “Rusty Pain”?
Me: Rusty. Cage.
D: Rusty Page??
Me: RUSTY....CAGE!! For God’s sake, kid! Don’t you know this song?
D: I never heard it before in my life.
Me: You are not my child.
During Linkin Park’s set:
Me: How about that fat man two rows up that’s been dancing like a maniac through every song for an hour?
D: I know! And he’s not phoning it in! That fat bastard is tearing up, non-stop!
Me: I’m waiting for him and that wild crazy chick in the same row to bang heads and knock each other out during the encore!
D: That would be awesome!
Me: Where’s their effen bus? If I can just get on the bus they can drop me off when they play in Cleveland on Tuesday!
Jesus Christ what a show.
D: We won’t need those directions…I programmed the GPS on my phone to direct us right to the door of the venue.
GPS: You are off course.
G/f: Hahaha…
D: Just a minute and it’ll correct itself.
GPS: Turn left in twenty feet.
Me: Apparently your phone wants you to either get gas or some snacks for the road at this Mini Mart.
G/f: Hahaha….
D: Give it a chance.
GPS: You are off course, again! You people have no idea where you’re going!
D: I’m turning the effen thing off!
Me: But we’re not even on the highway yet!
In the parking lot at Riverbend:
Me: We seem to be at a deserted amusement park on a summer Friday afternoon at 4PM. This is very strange.
D: Let’s just follow those people who seem like they know where they’re going.
Me: There’s no gate. There are no ticket takers. You don’t have to pay to get in this amusement park? This is very strange.
G/f: There are only like ten customers in this park.
Me: Half of the rides don’t have people on them. This is very strange.
D: If the roller coaster is working when we come back through on the way out we are totally getting on it!
Me: What if the park is locked when the show is over? We’ll have to swim across the river to get to the car. This is very strange.
During Street Drum Corp’s set:
Me: Don’t you love it when the bass pounds through your heart and it feels like you’re going to have a heart attack!?!
D: Yeah!
Me: I’m a little scared that I’ll be in a coma by the time Linkin Park comes on!
D: I hear ya!
In the restroom between bands:
Me: Did you get your eyeballs fixed?
G/f: I took my contacts out.
Me: Good Lord; can you still see?
G/f: Yeah, kinda. It’ll be fine.
Me: I know you don’t want a beer but they have mixed drinks. Want a cocktail?
G/f: Maybe, but could you read the signs and tell me what they have?
Me: Good thing we’re in the 12th row and you still have ears or you’d prolly really be ticked, huh?
G/f: Hahaha….
Me: Well someone’s gotta be the DD on the way home and clearly, it's not going to be you.
During Chris Cornell’s set:
D: What a set of pipes….Jesus! And it doesn’t even look like he’s trying!
Me: I know! I was just thinking the same thing!
D: Chester looks like he’s going to stroke out on every song to get that much torque.
Me: I know!
Chris Cornell: I’m gonna break my…
I’m gonna break my rusty cage and run
Me: Johnny Cash wrote this song.
D: Are you serious?
Me: JC either wrote it or covered it…It’s on one of the American Recordings albums. Can’t you Google it on your fancy phone and ask that GPS lady who wrote it?
D: Yeah! I prolly can! Is it “Rusty Pain”?
Me: Rusty. Cage.
D: Rusty Page??
Me: RUSTY....CAGE!! For God’s sake, kid! Don’t you know this song?
D: I never heard it before in my life.
Me: You are not my child.
During Linkin Park’s set:
Me: How about that fat man two rows up that’s been dancing like a maniac through every song for an hour?
D: I know! And he’s not phoning it in! That fat bastard is tearing up, non-stop!
Me: I’m waiting for him and that wild crazy chick in the same row to bang heads and knock each other out during the encore!
D: That would be awesome!
Me: Where’s their effen bus? If I can just get on the bus they can drop me off when they play in Cleveland on Tuesday!
Jesus Christ what a show.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Horoscope
Aries (3/21-4/19)
"Your ambitions have not all come to fruition, but that doesn't mean that you have failed in any way. There is a time and place for everything, so don't get distracted if that big brass ring has escaped your grasp, yet again. This is not the end of your options, so do not beat yourself up about it. Instead, focus your energy on attaining some other new goal. While you're busy climbing that mountain, forces will be working to give you another opportunity to try this one again."
So, relative to my date last night, this is all the response I'm to expect from the cosmos?
But the bigger question is: exactly why does the universe hate me??
"Your ambitions have not all come to fruition, but that doesn't mean that you have failed in any way. There is a time and place for everything, so don't get distracted if that big brass ring has escaped your grasp, yet again. This is not the end of your options, so do not beat yourself up about it. Instead, focus your energy on attaining some other new goal. While you're busy climbing that mountain, forces will be working to give you another opportunity to try this one again."
So, relative to my date last night, this is all the response I'm to expect from the cosmos?
But the bigger question is: exactly why does the universe hate me??
Monday, August 04, 2008
Sometimes
Last night I laid on the couch for five hours and watched the A&E version of Pride and Prejudice. Tonight I came home from work and watched the Kiera Knightly version, followed by Redford and Fonda in The Electric Horseman.
Sometimes even ten hours of romance on your TV is not enough.
I'm just saying.
Sometimes even ten hours of romance on your TV is not enough.
I'm just saying.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Family Meeting
My son left work early and came bombing up I-71 today, and when I got home from work, he was sitting on the patio playing with his new Instinct phone. We spent an enjoyable hour doing amazing GPS "pizza shop in Hooterville" queries and watching E! on the tiny little screen and talking about his job and his big-boy life in C'bus. Cool to see his face mid-week, even if it's just for a quick catching up.
So then D's best friend comes over and Big Daddy shows up and parks his Jeep in the driveway behind D's car (my old car!) and the three of them head off to a race that rained them out in June. They should be home around midnight and then D will leave here in the morning and go straight to work in C'bus. Because he's 22 and driving 8 hours to attend a 4 hour event (and spending fitty bucks in gas to boot) makes complete sense to him.
I left right after they did to do some errands. When I got home there was a message on the machine from Sissy: "Hey, so is there something going on I should know about? I see the family posse in the driveway and nobody is home and I didn't know whether to be concerned or what."
Some days I feel kind of alone, just me and kitty rambling around in this big old haunted mansion.
Not today, though.
So then D's best friend comes over and Big Daddy shows up and parks his Jeep in the driveway behind D's car (my old car!) and the three of them head off to a race that rained them out in June. They should be home around midnight and then D will leave here in the morning and go straight to work in C'bus. Because he's 22 and driving 8 hours to attend a 4 hour event (and spending fitty bucks in gas to boot) makes complete sense to him.
I left right after they did to do some errands. When I got home there was a message on the machine from Sissy: "Hey, so is there something going on I should know about? I see the family posse in the driveway and nobody is home and I didn't know whether to be concerned or what."
Some days I feel kind of alone, just me and kitty rambling around in this big old haunted mansion.
Not today, though.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Bored
This place is a wreck.
There's a storm coming.
I've worked 21 hours out of the last 48.
The only thing on TW is 48 Hours Mystery....or 48 Hours Crime.....or 48 Hours No One Cares.
Somebody needs a nap.
Or a cocktail and then a nap.
ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz.........
There's a storm coming.
I've worked 21 hours out of the last 48.
The only thing on TW is 48 Hours Mystery....or 48 Hours Crime.....or 48 Hours No One Cares.
Somebody needs a nap.
Or a cocktail and then a nap.
ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz.........
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Reality Bites
OMG.....I'm watching the reality dog show and it totally rocks. I'm all, "Go Bella Starlet, you can do it!!"
It has all the plot elements; drama, suspense, comedy, intrigue and well, cat fights....somebody goes to the Dog House and at the end of the show, the loser and their pup get expelled from Canine Academy.
It's Best In Show in a parallel universe.
It has all the plot elements; drama, suspense, comedy, intrigue and well, cat fights....somebody goes to the Dog House and at the end of the show, the loser and their pup get expelled from Canine Academy.
It's Best In Show in a parallel universe.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Big Brother
Jesus there's nothing to watch on TV this summer. Usually I watch all the junk I elected not to watch during the fall; but with the short season because of the strike and my limited viewing options, well, there's pretty much nuthin on but one reality show after another. What's up with that? In America where the national pastime is denial?
So what's the point of Big Brother? What do all those people do in that house all day? And more importantly, why does anyone care enough to watch them bicker and sneak around for an hour a week?
Am I missing something or is it really absolutely pointless?
So what's the point of Big Brother? What do all those people do in that house all day? And more importantly, why does anyone care enough to watch them bicker and sneak around for an hour a week?
Am I missing something or is it really absolutely pointless?
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Mountain
We went to The Mountain today. I slapped a twenty in my favorite quarter chili pepper machine and played on it for over an hour. It was glorious....up to over $40 on at least three separate occasions....down to less than $5 a couple times. I felt sure the big score was upon me, so when I finally got down to only two plays left, I put another twenty in it.
Turns out I might as well have run right over to the cage with that twenty and handed it directly to the cashier.
The third twenty went in painfully; while watching it dwindle, I got a couple hits and got my bank up to $25. So I cashed out and implemented Plan B.
I bought a WV Powerball tic on the way out.
Turns out I might as well have run right over to the cage with that twenty and handed it directly to the cashier.
The third twenty went in painfully; while watching it dwindle, I got a couple hits and got my bank up to $25. So I cashed out and implemented Plan B.
I bought a WV Powerball tic on the way out.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Nanny 911
When the parents learn their lesson at the end and everyone hugs Nanny on her way out, well it makes me cry.
Don't judge me.
Don't judge me.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
House
I'm thinking about this house. About how I lived here for 17 years and then I was a guest for like 20 years. And now it's mine. How weird is that?
I was walking up the stairs tonight....and I realized that I don't really remember what it was like to walk up these same stairs 26 years ago. When I was a kid. When I was a teenager. When I was almost a grown-up.
The stairs had carpet then. And I had parents. And the computer room was a play room. When the guest room was my bedroom. When I slept in the same bed as my sister. When us big kids were little.
I'm half in the bag and it's weird. And this house will be around my neck For. Ever.
Weird.
I was walking up the stairs tonight....and I realized that I don't really remember what it was like to walk up these same stairs 26 years ago. When I was a kid. When I was a teenager. When I was almost a grown-up.
The stairs had carpet then. And I had parents. And the computer room was a play room. When the guest room was my bedroom. When I slept in the same bed as my sister. When us big kids were little.
I'm half in the bag and it's weird. And this house will be around my neck For. Ever.
Weird.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
LIVE (well almost) BLOGGING LOST
9PM: It starts with that f*ing bald headed John Locke. I kind of hate him....tho I alternately hate him and then feel bad since he was a cripple and all.
And Ben....that misogynistic freakazoid b@st@rd. I'm hoping typing this out will help me understand what the f*ck is going on. At least they've cleaned the blood off that poor b@st@rd.....I was pretty sick of watching the other cast members beat him to a bloody pulp.
Oh. Sawyer. The guy who always looks hot and grubby. Most of the guys on this show look hot and slightly rumpled coming out of the jungle after beating the crap out of Locke....Sawyer always looks hot and yet slightly grubby.
I'm lost (heee!) in these back stories. Kate is being charged with everything but devil worship. I think it's cuz of the pink sparkly lip gloss she's wearing. Hideous.
Commercial. Thank God. I'm drinking beer and I have to pee. BRB.
OK....Jin and that guy.....or is Jin that guy and the girl's name is actually something else?
Wait...my fat cat wants to sit on my lap. Wait...no....he was just passing through. He's such a b@st@rd.
Now Locke is bloody. Ewwww. But he's only bloody cuz he was busy killing a chicken....but he's still an @sshole.
Who is Miles again? Hurly is bringing him food.....Kate is snatching it and bringing it to him instead. I wish I knew who the f*ck he is. But whoever he is, he has a nice pad. Well situated. Idyllic, even.
Oh yeah. I know Miles. He's that pyschicish guy. But I'm just warning you....I might need a smoke soon. And PS - Kate is so much prettier without that f*ing sparkle pink lip gloss. She doesn't get to wear it in prison, BTW. And her lawyer is a pencil necked geek. But he has pretty blue eyes. I'm just sayin.
Her son?? Kate has a son??? WTF??? Dear God I need a cigarette. BRB. I'm not allowed to smoke in the computer room....even tho it's Thursday....and I'm allowed to smoke on weekends and Thursday is technically the weekend.......
9:20PM: I object! To Kate's hair. But I love me some Jack. Hot Hot Hottie. I loved him as the big brother (Charlie) on PO5 and I still love him.
Don't love the tear drop earrings either, Kate.
It occurs to me that Kate and Ms Dunbrook, the prosecutor, are twins. Same hair, same suit.
Sawyer is wearing my dad's taped together reading glasses. That's wacky.
Wine in a box. Generic. Interesting. And it brings to mind a question that's been bothering me for weeks, no months, no at least a couple of years.....where are the Losties getting all this chilled bottled water on an island that has no discernible commerce? The mind boggles. Locke is killing a frickin chicken for dinner but they have an endless supply of bottled water? WTF, man?
Kate wants to bust Locke out?? She's going to lube Sawyer up with a box of wine and get the job done? Good Lord.
Commercial. Might need to pee again.....BRB.
9:29PM....back. Backgammon. Baaaa. Interesting that Sawyer thinks the rest are sheep. I didn't think he was that intuitive. And now it turns out that Sawyer is a stoolie. And apparently a d*ck. Well he drinks wine from a box....such lowered expectations.
Miles has been busted out of his idyllic abode. And Locke and Sawyer are surprised. Who are the sheep?
Miles and Ben. Together again? Ben wants to negotiate his extortion. Typical. Anyone have a debit card handy?
I think Kate wears contacts.
Commercial....smoke break!!!!
9:40PM....Patsy Cline. Awesome. Kate gets kicked out of the compound and puts her sparkle lips back on to talk to......who is that? Her mom? The mom who marries wrong guy and then wants her daughter to kill her abusive husband? Uhhh, yeah. She bites.
I had cake and ice cream for dinner tonight. It was awesome. I'm just sayin.
Who is that mom? I know her. Character actress. I'll have to IMDB her. And here she goes with that Kate Has A Baby Thing again. What's up with that?
Freckles? Sawyer don't know no freckles till he sees Lilo as MM in a nekkid photo shoot. My son says it best....check this out....scroll to the end.
Two people I don't care about. The other "others". Hard to keep track of all these d@mn others.
Jack. *Sigh* Hot Hot Hottie.
And speaking of Hot Hot Hottie....where is Syaid????
And speaking of Sayid? Not only where is he, but where did he take the helicopter? And more importantly....who is the old lady he lives with in real life? Dammit....I'll have to IMDB him too.....my memory is leaking out my ears. It's my age. Or maybe the beer. Or maybe it was the sugar I had for dinner. Which was awesome. Did I mention that?
And speaking of IMDB, did you know that Eli Stone was once married to Angelina Jolie?
9:51 PM: John Locke AGAIN. Uhhh, can you say PSYCHO?
Oh my. Grizzle and Sparkle slept together? But did they DO IT?? Uhhh. No.
OHHHHH. She had the child after she left the island??? And who is the baby daddy?? Jack or Grizzle?? I feel you sister. Go ahead and slug that grizzled bastard. Put your sparkles on and slick your hair back and go to court. Damn this is confusing.
Pencil neck had really bad acne as a teenager.
"I just want this to be over."
Is she talking about the trial? Or this episode?
So did Kate rescue like four people on the beach? I didn't watch the first season....I have no idea. And apparently Jack needs to get back to the hospital and have a drink and an oxy instead of going to SEE THE BABY. OMG....he's the baby daddy?????
Who's in the crib??
Eric?
WTF??
Previews....
I'm still so confused!
9PM: It starts with that f*ing bald headed John Locke. I kind of hate him....tho I alternately hate him and then feel bad since he was a cripple and all.
And Ben....that misogynistic freakazoid b@st@rd. I'm hoping typing this out will help me understand what the f*ck is going on. At least they've cleaned the blood off that poor b@st@rd.....I was pretty sick of watching the other cast members beat him to a bloody pulp.
Oh. Sawyer. The guy who always looks hot and grubby. Most of the guys on this show look hot and slightly rumpled coming out of the jungle after beating the crap out of Locke....Sawyer always looks hot and yet slightly grubby.
I'm lost (heee!) in these back stories. Kate is being charged with everything but devil worship. I think it's cuz of the pink sparkly lip gloss she's wearing. Hideous.
Commercial. Thank God. I'm drinking beer and I have to pee. BRB.
OK....Jin and that guy.....or is Jin that guy and the girl's name is actually something else?
Wait...my fat cat wants to sit on my lap. Wait...no....he was just passing through. He's such a b@st@rd.
Now Locke is bloody. Ewwww. But he's only bloody cuz he was busy killing a chicken....but he's still an @sshole.
Who is Miles again? Hurly is bringing him food.....Kate is snatching it and bringing it to him instead. I wish I knew who the f*ck he is. But whoever he is, he has a nice pad. Well situated. Idyllic, even.
Oh yeah. I know Miles. He's that pyschicish guy. But I'm just warning you....I might need a smoke soon. And PS - Kate is so much prettier without that f*ing sparkle pink lip gloss. She doesn't get to wear it in prison, BTW. And her lawyer is a pencil necked geek. But he has pretty blue eyes. I'm just sayin.
Her son?? Kate has a son??? WTF??? Dear God I need a cigarette. BRB. I'm not allowed to smoke in the computer room....even tho it's Thursday....and I'm allowed to smoke on weekends and Thursday is technically the weekend.......
9:20PM: I object! To Kate's hair. But I love me some Jack. Hot Hot Hottie. I loved him as the big brother (Charlie) on PO5 and I still love him.
Don't love the tear drop earrings either, Kate.
It occurs to me that Kate and Ms Dunbrook, the prosecutor, are twins. Same hair, same suit.
Sawyer is wearing my dad's taped together reading glasses. That's wacky.
Wine in a box. Generic. Interesting. And it brings to mind a question that's been bothering me for weeks, no months, no at least a couple of years.....where are the Losties getting all this chilled bottled water on an island that has no discernible commerce? The mind boggles. Locke is killing a frickin chicken for dinner but they have an endless supply of bottled water? WTF, man?
Kate wants to bust Locke out?? She's going to lube Sawyer up with a box of wine and get the job done? Good Lord.
Commercial. Might need to pee again.....BRB.
9:29PM....back. Backgammon. Baaaa. Interesting that Sawyer thinks the rest are sheep. I didn't think he was that intuitive. And now it turns out that Sawyer is a stoolie. And apparently a d*ck. Well he drinks wine from a box....such lowered expectations.
Miles has been busted out of his idyllic abode. And Locke and Sawyer are surprised. Who are the sheep?
Miles and Ben. Together again? Ben wants to negotiate his extortion. Typical. Anyone have a debit card handy?
I think Kate wears contacts.
Commercial....smoke break!!!!
9:40PM....Patsy Cline. Awesome. Kate gets kicked out of the compound and puts her sparkle lips back on to talk to......who is that? Her mom? The mom who marries wrong guy and then wants her daughter to kill her abusive husband? Uhhh, yeah. She bites.
I had cake and ice cream for dinner tonight. It was awesome. I'm just sayin.
Who is that mom? I know her. Character actress. I'll have to IMDB her. And here she goes with that Kate Has A Baby Thing again. What's up with that?
Freckles? Sawyer don't know no freckles till he sees Lilo as MM in a nekkid photo shoot. My son says it best....check this out....scroll to the end.
Two people I don't care about. The other "others". Hard to keep track of all these d@mn others.
Jack. *Sigh* Hot Hot Hottie.
And speaking of Hot Hot Hottie....where is Syaid????
And speaking of Sayid? Not only where is he, but where did he take the helicopter? And more importantly....who is the old lady he lives with in real life? Dammit....I'll have to IMDB him too.....my memory is leaking out my ears. It's my age. Or maybe the beer. Or maybe it was the sugar I had for dinner. Which was awesome. Did I mention that?
And speaking of IMDB, did you know that Eli Stone was once married to Angelina Jolie?
9:51 PM: John Locke AGAIN. Uhhh, can you say PSYCHO?
Oh my. Grizzle and Sparkle slept together? But did they DO IT?? Uhhh. No.
OHHHHH. She had the child after she left the island??? And who is the baby daddy?? Jack or Grizzle?? I feel you sister. Go ahead and slug that grizzled bastard. Put your sparkles on and slick your hair back and go to court. Damn this is confusing.
Pencil neck had really bad acne as a teenager.
"I just want this to be over."
Is she talking about the trial? Or this episode?
So did Kate rescue like four people on the beach? I didn't watch the first season....I have no idea. And apparently Jack needs to get back to the hospital and have a drink and an oxy instead of going to SEE THE BABY. OMG....he's the baby daddy?????
Who's in the crib??
Eric?
WTF??
Previews....
I'm still so confused!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Email to my son RE: Tub Of Lard Kitty
OMG.....he's even fatter than he was at his last appointment.....and he's been on a diet for a year!!!!!!!!!! He weighs 14.5 lbs!!!!!!! How can this be???????
And plus, he hates me. He SCREAMED thru the whole gig. It was AWFUL. I expected the nurse who brought him back to me to be a bloody scratched up mess.....but she said he was just being vocal to assert his authority. Whew. I thought there was going to be a lawsuit. Dear God.
And now they want to clean his teeth....which requires knocking him out. And they want to give him some new vaccination that needs a booster 2-3 weeks later, so I gotta try to schedule that also. Jesu Christo.....Jadn is an extra full time job. A job that hates my guts today. A job that cost $147 today, including a container of DIET FOOD for his TUBBY @SS.
Honestly, I don't know how I can show my face at the docs again if that TUBBY MOFO is going to make such a liar of me.....before they weighed him, I was all like, I'm sure he's at least a little trimmer because I've been really watching his diet. Yeah. The fat bastard....OMG. What a morning.
UPDATE: Kitty must be over his doctor trauma, he graced me with his presence last night in bed, wrapped around my neck so I could breathe his fur up my nose all night. I'm pretty sure we're back to good but I'm not looking forward to telling him about the teeth cleaning gig...
And plus, he hates me. He SCREAMED thru the whole gig. It was AWFUL. I expected the nurse who brought him back to me to be a bloody scratched up mess.....but she said he was just being vocal to assert his authority. Whew. I thought there was going to be a lawsuit. Dear God.
And now they want to clean his teeth....which requires knocking him out. And they want to give him some new vaccination that needs a booster 2-3 weeks later, so I gotta try to schedule that also. Jesu Christo.....Jadn is an extra full time job. A job that hates my guts today. A job that cost $147 today, including a container of DIET FOOD for his TUBBY @SS.
Honestly, I don't know how I can show my face at the docs again if that TUBBY MOFO is going to make such a liar of me.....before they weighed him, I was all like, I'm sure he's at least a little trimmer because I've been really watching his diet. Yeah. The fat bastard....OMG. What a morning.
UPDATE: Kitty must be over his doctor trauma, he graced me with his presence last night in bed, wrapped around my neck so I could breathe his fur up my nose all night. I'm pretty sure we're back to good but I'm not looking forward to telling him about the teeth cleaning gig...
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Grammy Conversation
Just trying to show the world what a simple @ss I truly am:
Upon discovering Angel’s Flight right outside our hotel…
Sis: Do you believe this? It’s Angel’s Flight!
Me: It can’t be the real one. It must be a model or something.
Sis: (Arching eyebrow) A model or something?
Me: OMG…it IS the real one, isn’t it?
Deciding what to do for lunch…
Me: Want to get a sandwich in this little store and eat by the fountain?
Sis: Yeah, nothing seems to be open around here on Sunday before noon.
Store Clerk: Do you want me to grill that sandwich for you?
Me: I’m sorry?
Clerk: (Enunciating more clearly) Do you want me to grill that for you?!
Me: I’m sorry…I’m not hearing you very well…what was that again?
Clerk: (Even more loudly and clearly) Do you want me to grill that for you?!?!?
Me: (to Sis on the way out the door) I couldn’t hear a word she was saying...could you?
Sis: Do you want me to grill that for you?
While sitting around a funky fountain, next to Angel’s Flight, eating an un-grilled sammich…
Me: Where could that group of beautiful people be going at 11:30 in the morning on Grammy day dressed in sparkles and spangles like that?
Sis: I don’t know. Maybe a wedding.
Me: Nobody gets married on a Sunday.
Other pair of hicks sitting around the fountain: Where are you folks going all dolled up?
Sparkly People: We’re going to the Grammy’s!
Me: How could you be dressed like that now for a show that starts at 8PM? They must be d*cks.
Sis: I don’t know; maybe they’re the official greeters. Maybe they have somewhere to go before the show. Or maybe they are d*cks.
While getting dressed for the show…
Me: Are you wearing gold or silver?
Sis: I haven’t made up my mind. How does this look?
Me: Good. How does this look?
Sis: Good. Is this pin better up here or down a little lower?
Me: Not sure…move it down so I can see it again. Is this queer?
Sis: No, but I like the other one better. I don’t love this pin. Should I scrap the pin altogether?
Me: I don't know.
Sis: Well I’m ready to go.
Me: Me too.
Sis: You’re not wearing pants.
Me: I meant; I’m completely ready except for pants.
In the lobby waiting for our “transfer” to the show…
Me: (Looking at ticket) Oh. The Pre-telecast doors opened at 12:30 today. That’s prolly where those sparkly people were going.
Sis: Yeah. And yet you were bound and determined that they were the d*cks.
Me: This time difference has me all f*d up.
Upon discovering Angel’s Flight right outside our hotel…
Sis: Do you believe this? It’s Angel’s Flight!
Me: It can’t be the real one. It must be a model or something.
Sis: (Arching eyebrow) A model or something?
Me: OMG…it IS the real one, isn’t it?
Deciding what to do for lunch…
Me: Want to get a sandwich in this little store and eat by the fountain?
Sis: Yeah, nothing seems to be open around here on Sunday before noon.
Store Clerk: Do you want me to grill that sandwich for you?
Me: I’m sorry?
Clerk: (Enunciating more clearly) Do you want me to grill that for you?!
Me: I’m sorry…I’m not hearing you very well…what was that again?
Clerk: (Even more loudly and clearly) Do you want me to grill that for you?!?!?
Me: (to Sis on the way out the door) I couldn’t hear a word she was saying...could you?
Sis: Do you want me to grill that for you?
While sitting around a funky fountain, next to Angel’s Flight, eating an un-grilled sammich…
Me: Where could that group of beautiful people be going at 11:30 in the morning on Grammy day dressed in sparkles and spangles like that?
Sis: I don’t know. Maybe a wedding.
Me: Nobody gets married on a Sunday.
Other pair of hicks sitting around the fountain: Where are you folks going all dolled up?
Sparkly People: We’re going to the Grammy’s!
Me: How could you be dressed like that now for a show that starts at 8PM? They must be d*cks.
Sis: I don’t know; maybe they’re the official greeters. Maybe they have somewhere to go before the show. Or maybe they are d*cks.
While getting dressed for the show…
Me: Are you wearing gold or silver?
Sis: I haven’t made up my mind. How does this look?
Me: Good. How does this look?
Sis: Good. Is this pin better up here or down a little lower?
Me: Not sure…move it down so I can see it again. Is this queer?
Sis: No, but I like the other one better. I don’t love this pin. Should I scrap the pin altogether?
Me: I don't know.
Sis: Well I’m ready to go.
Me: Me too.
Sis: You’re not wearing pants.
Me: I meant; I’m completely ready except for pants.
In the lobby waiting for our “transfer” to the show…
Me: (Looking at ticket) Oh. The Pre-telecast doors opened at 12:30 today. That’s prolly where those sparkly people were going.
Sis: Yeah. And yet you were bound and determined that they were the d*cks.
Me: This time difference has me all f*d up.
Friday, January 25, 2008
J-O-B
So I started working a second job in December. And this little part-time job has totally taken the pressure off the bank account. Now when I go to pay the bills, there's a little extra ching in checking. And when I have a night off, I do laundry and cook and clean the house, instead of laying on the couch and feeling bad about not doing the laundry and cooking and cleaning.
Only so far I've worked Christmas Day, New Year's Day, the OSU-LSU game, and every stinking NFL playoff game ever televised in the free world. And I'm scheduled for 4-10 on Super Bowl Sunday.
It's a trade off.
And for me right here and right now? While it's cold and snowy and ugly and dark in Ohio? It's totally worth it.
Only so far I've worked Christmas Day, New Year's Day, the OSU-LSU game, and every stinking NFL playoff game ever televised in the free world. And I'm scheduled for 4-10 on Super Bowl Sunday.
It's a trade off.
And for me right here and right now? While it's cold and snowy and ugly and dark in Ohio? It's totally worth it.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
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