It's Sad...

It's sad when you are folding your underthings and they remind you of swiss cheese...

How Is Your Inner Child?

Your Inner Child Is Surprised

You see many things through the eyes of a child. Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded. You cherish all of the details in life. Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.

How Is Your Inner Child?

Hopefully I'll get all the halloween & party pics up in a day or two. Gonna be a long one.

Suprised, who knew???

A Little Ghost Story for All Hallow's Eve

This was requested by Mollo.

The town in which I grew up was a small town of about 17-18 thousand. My parents lived in the old part of town where the houses were all at least 100 years old or older. This is the tale of a man that I see periodically when I go home. I don't always go the way around town to see this man, but when I do 3 out of 5 times I go this way, he is there.

One day when I was legal driving age 16-17, I was riding around town looking around, getting away from the family. I was heading south on Avenue K going toward Marguerite Street. As I was traveling on Ave. K, I saw a black man wearing a light brown suit coat with slightly darker brown trousers, cognac coloured wingtip shoes and a tan hat. He looked to be about mid 50's in age and his clothes spoke of the 1940's. He had hair that was in a typical cut for black hair, rounded about an inch all over. He had a round face but not overly so and bags under his eyes. His eyes were a chocolate brown colour with a kind of white ring around the iris and they looked a little watery. He was as clear as day and usually showed himself to me during broad daylight.

I looked at him for what seemed only a moment then looked back at the traffic. Then I looked back at his spot and he was gone. I feel no fear from this "spirit person", as Dererk calls them. I don't know why, but he does show himself to me when I go down that way in my hometown. Dave has even seen him once. That was an early evening that time.

I often wonder what he did while he was living. Was he killed at that intersection? Was his house once there and is now no longer standing? I also wonder why he doesn't go home to his creator. He seems like a nice man and the next time I go back to the old hometown, I think I'll go back down that way and see if he remembers me.

Secrets

I know that there is a Secrets blog out there. Instead of spending money on a postcard, anonymously leave a secret here as a comment. See if it makes you feel better. I promise not to push.

Which Horror Movie Are You?

Take the quiz: "Which Horror Movie Are You?"

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
You are very blunt and like being the centre of attention. You want people to know you're there - you like making show stopping entrances - and you don't care what people think about you. You're outspoken, you're often times, more than not, narsicistic, and you will never fade. People will always remember you.



Eerily correct...

Just Checking in...

Lately I've been reading more than blogging. I've been working on Owens' Halloween costume. He's going to be a woodland sprite. I'll post all of the pictures. I've been taking pictures of the projects as I'm working on them. His head dress is ready and beautiful, now all I need to do is tack the leaves onto his shirt and he'll be good to go. Love to you all. m.

Mollo's Tasty Treat!

My friend Mollo has a tasty treat for you at her blog. Enjoy!

What Was Your First...? Driving Experience

I have had some very nice response to this. I was really pleased to see you come forward with your tales. It was neat to see how our stories were similar, eventhough we are across the globe or country from each other. I guess human nature and experience is alike in many ways, no matter where you are from. :-)

So as promised, although a day late, my first driving experience was in a 1979 Chevrolet Monte Carlo. It was the first car I remember my parents buying new, right off the lot. I loved that car. It was a two door sport coupe with brick red metallic paint and an opera leather top(only the back part). It had a dark red interior and carpet with crushed velvet seats throughout. I remember two times my mom took me out driving. I was 14 at the time in 1983, two years before you are legal to drive in Texas, but mom figured it was no big deal. Besides my older sister was "joy riding" by the time she was eleven, so let's teach the "responsible one" how to drive before her friends do.

Contrary to her usual self, she was relaxed. She took me to the park that was on the property at the chemical plant where my father worked. They had a nice golf, pool and picnic facility as well as a shooting range. There were winding trails for the golf carts and towards the back of the property there was a drop off where the Colorado river passed. She took me driving through that area because hardly any people were back there. That is where I learned how to do a Three Point U-Turn. I was pretty good at driving, kept the car going in a straight line and didn't drive too fast (while mom was in the car...), didn't SLAM on the breaks, etc... The next time she took me driving was in a nice upper middle class neighborhood. That was a good day too.

My sisters boyfriend taught me how to make left hand turns and how to back up a hill. He took me to a public park in Karen's old late 60's Chevy Nova. I liked that car too, because it had a big engine in it. I scraped the door on one of the posts during my first turn, but by turn #3, I pretty much had it down.

When I was 18, Karen took me in her old Datsun and taught me how to drive a standard floor shift car. It wasn't pretty, but I got the job done without too many stalls. Seeing as I had to steer with my right hand and shift with my left hand; (which in England would have been no biggie) I chose to stick with automatic transmissions. I can, however, drive a "4 on the floor" if I have to for an emergency.

Thanks for sharing your stories with me. Let me know if you like this feature and I'll see what I can do about putting it in the rotation. :-) Love ya! m.

What Was Your First...?

I do think that I'll start a series called, "What Was Your First...?" So, with this being the introductory issue, that I hope to be weekly, the big question is what was your first driving experience? When, how old were you, what kind of car and how did you do? I'll tell you mine tomorrow.

Here's Something for the Bored

My uncle sent this to me and now I am sharing it with you. Have fun!!!

The On Going Saga

Ok. So you all know about the stupid silver box and my mom. Well, last night we had to go to Bay City because my sister's MIL passed away. The funeral is today, but we couldn't make it, so we went to the viewing to support and lift up Kathey. It's been a hell of a year for her. First her husband dies, then her MIL and now she has a funeral to pay for and no funds coming in to help her with that. Hopefully, her brother in law will do what is right and will sign the proper papers so the funeral won't be on Kathey's head to pay for.

Well, to get back to the "saga". I told mom the last time that she called about that stupid box, that the next time we came into town I would give it back to her. She seemed happy with that solution. The thing is just taking up space and collecting dust, so it was no biggie to me. We she and I were alone in the viewing room, I told her that I had her box and that Dave could get Dad to put it in their car. At first, true to form for the last few years, she didn't know what I was talking about. I reminded her and she was glad to have it back. She's got it stuck in her head that I took it out of the house and I reminded her as gently as possible that they brought it all the way from BC to Rosenberg, a 50 minute drive, to our little apartment at the time. "Oh, ok.", she says. I drop it.

When Dave handed the box over to Dad he said, "What the Hell?, Why does she(my mom) want this back?" Well, that let me know for certain that I caught my mom in a lie. She said that Dad had been riding her to get the stupid box back.<---btw: that is the silver chests' official name from now until eternity!

Well, that deed is done and I had better not hear one more syllable about that stupid box ever again. We spent the rest of the evening at a local greasy spoon taking up two tables and talking across the restaurant. It was great to see everybody. We were only missing a few (Karen, Adam, Jason & Katie) but we had a good time visiting anyway. We finally got home around 11pm, way late. So here we are today and hopefully the saga is over.

If you would be so kind as to join me in prayer for Kathey and Sarah that everything turns out ok and she won't have to pay for a funeral that is not hers to pay for. May the Lord our God bring all of Nanny Darlin's family peace and comfort. Thank you so much for all of your support over these months. My love and affection to you all. m.

An Evening of Poetry, Laughs, MS, Horses and Kosher Dining

Helloooooooo!

Well, Dave & I had a date last night. Big Whoop, you say... well when you have to arrange babysitting and get the little one you are babysitting off to their parents in time so you can get to your destination in time, it is a big deal! :-)

So, Owen and Kenny are with their planned persons for the evening, Dave and I head out to the Brazos Book Store for the poetry reading. When we first got there the doors were locked and they weren't letting people in. While we were waiting, David's poetry professor came up, so I got to meet her and her husband. She working on her PHD in Poetry and is from California, her husband is from England. Well, now they are opening the doors, so no time to chat.

We choose our seats as the bookstore people are still trying to get the "technical difficulties" straightened out. It seems as though the majority of Dave's class is there to hear their prof's work. But first there is a reader before her.

There was a young lady, who is also in the doctoral program, introduced this tall, lanky fellow with nice dark hair(kinda like Herge's) with black rectagular glasses(like mine, in fact quite a few folks are wearing these same specs...) a white T-shirt that is too big for him and a pair of blue jeans, couldn't see his shoes... He's carrying a Houston Chronicle(local newspaper~rubbish, in my opinion.) hat and his folder up to the counter where he is about to read.

This fellow was an absolute hoot! He is concentrating his studies in fiction. As well he should. The man was hilarious!!! He had us laughing from the get-go. One of his stories was about a woman who had a baby, went on stage and threw the baby out into the crowd. Of course, as a mom, I was horrified by this at first, but I figured he must be going somewhere with this and he was. He talked about the baby breaking into a thousand pieces and what kind of people caught what piece. A little girl caught a foot, old man dressed quite properly only caught an atom and a kid in the back all pierced and leathered up was surprised to find that he had caught a huge chunk of baby. The story went on and a fox showed up in it and on old man with a long grey beard. They were each others nemesis. The fox had many a long string of curse words to say about the old man and I was thinking, he left out "tossser", "wanker", "wanking tosspot", "fucking cunt". The effect was funny nevertheless.

He also had a story of Stan the Stegosaurus. A small child had gone to a carnival with his parents and in a ring toss, won an inflatable Stegosaurus. He named him Stan. When Stan got into the car he piped up and said, "Either roll down the God Damn window or turn on the God Damn air! Get some air flowing in here!" The mother stated that she didn't like that language and the father said that he wasn't going to have that kind of language spoken around him and the little boy pushed Stan against the car door and told him to "shape up!". When they got home Stan said, "What's for GD(the whole phrase) Dinner!?" The boy told him, "You better shape up or Dad will stick a pin in you!" Then the next day the dad was raking leaves and Stan said while looking out the window, "Rake those GD leaves!" We were all rolling with laughter! Oh my goodness! He said it just like when Harry told Ron in #3 HP movie after Ron woke up from a nightmare where the spiders were trying to make him tap dance, "S-s-spiders, making me tap dance. I don't want to tap dance." Harry said, "You tell those spiders, Ron!". The effect was hilarious. We're still laughing about it, "Rake those GD leaves!" The dad came in with a pin and poked Stan the Stegosaurus. They boy looked at the deflated plastic in the trashcan and told him, "Should have shaped up, I told you he would do it." This writer, of which I have forgotten his name is going to be BIG someday or at least I hope so. He was great!

Then came Dave's professor. She is a sweet lady. She is petite in frame and of average height. She has beautiful milky white skin, dark hair cut in a swing with a couple of caramel highlights at the bangs. When I met her, I shook her hand and looked her directly in the eyes, which I usually do, and marveled at the colour of her eyes. They were a clear amber or chestnut colour with a dark brown rim around the outside of the iris, so beautiful. She had a little voice and was a true "lady". Her dress was a beautiful milk chocolate brown with powder blue flowers embroidered on it with a powder blue cardigan sweater and her shoes were gold and brown tapestry flats. Dave's profefssor has MS. She has had MS since she was a teenager. She must be in her mid 30's now, so that tells you how long she's been suffering through this illness. Right now she's on a good set of meds and they have calmed the tremors. Her poetry reflects the condition of her body.

She opened with a funny poem. Someone had told her that at these "things" you should start out with a funny one. She told us that she wasn't sure if it was funny per se, but she thought it was. Her first poem was an "Ode to the Hair on My Upper Lip". It was pretty funny. She talked about the hair on her legs and her arm pits get shaved, but the hair on her upper lips gets waxed, bleached, flossed or depilitory cream put upon it. She had said that the hair that once lived on her upper lip now resided in wax. It was funny in it's own way and I'm not doing it justice here.

She also had a poem about Frankenstein and how he was mistakenly given a brain of somebody with MS. She talked about how Igor had dropped the brain marked "genius" all over the floor. He went to pick up another brain and passed over the one that said "abnormal" and chose the one that was labeled "Abi Normal". This was her brain and she brought with it MS. She spoke of how difficult it was to coordinate the monsters limbs to grasp, use his fingers, move his legs, shuffle his feet. And the longer he had her brain; the worse the symptoms were and the manifestation of these symptoms were making him more and more frustrated with his body and as a result, more monster-like. It was a really poinant look at what she goes through on a daily basis. We have a friend who is a master musician. He also has MS. I think that he would whole-heartedly agree with her assessment of this disease.

The third reader was from Huntsville, TX and was a "Cow Girl". She was tall, about 5' 8", with long dark brown hair and my same glasses. She wore a black dress shirt with dark grey paints and black pointed toe pumps. She sat across from Dave and I noticed that she had a tattoo on the arch of her foot. I wanted to ask her a bout it, but didn't get the chance. She had already won some literary awards for her writing. She is emphasizing fiction as her speciality course of study. She wrote about what she knew - cow girls.

Her story was about a young girl who was a barrell rider in rodeos. She had gone through all the things it took her to get to that rodeo and how she waited till it was her turn, planned out all the ways she could run the course. When it was her turn she was riding like never before, when something went horribly wrong. The saddle slipped and she fell off and hit the gate. Then the horse, trying to remove the saddle, kicked her hard in the "softplace between her hips and pelvis", her womb, and then he kicked again and broke her leg just below the hip and above her knee. She could feel the floor under the sand with her bone where they play basketball and have dances. I sat there while listening to all of this being described, horrified at the frailty of the human body. I had to fight back the tears as she read on and on. I was thinking, "If this is the first chapter, what happens to her in the rest of the book?" When she finished everybody was completely silent and heartbroken for her character. Everyone had the same expression, total horror of losing the ability to have children and the loss of use of limb, while holding back a flood of tears.

When the guy who ran the bookstore came up to speak, he had a hard time getting the words out. All he said at first was "Wow." Yep, that pretty much summed it up, "Wow". The night as a whole was great. We ran the emotional gammat as if we were running to light the Olympic Torch in Greece, a once in a lifetime whirlwind of feelings and expression, truly wonderful. It made me inspired to write, but then again I wondered if I could carry a train of thought to it's fruition. I suppose if I really knew about the subject of which I was writing, I could. We'll see.

After the reading we went to a place that we love to have Italian food at, Buca di Beppo. The wait was 1 hour at 8:30pm. We were starving because neither of us had eaten since 11 or 12 earlier that day. So what did we do? We went to Katz Deli, of course! We had fried pickles w/ ranch dressing, mmmmmm! I had a meatball sub and onion rings, Dave had Turkey and dressing with a cheesed filled potato and creamed spinich. The creamed spinich was to die for! So delicious! We shared the spinich. We were sitting at a table for two by a window, so in our stupor of sleepiness, we mostly looked out the window at the cars on Westheimer going by. Close to us was a table of 6 who were probably sampling the drinks at the bar, because when the song "Mr. Brightside" by the Killers came on they started singing along with it. A sure sign of being at least "slightly" inebriated. :-) Been there meself a time or two... We finished our dinners and asked for the check.

We made our way home and fell asleep quite quickly. It was surprising to wake up late on Saturday morning. I guess my body needed sleep because I didn't wake up and get out of bed until 10am. I haven't slept that late since before Owen was born. It was nice.

So there you have it, an evening of poetry, laughs, MS, horses and kosher dining. Wish you all could have been there with us, but I suppose this will have to do, for now. Love to you all! m.

I'm a Lucky Woman

My husband is the best! He just sent me this, and it made me cry. I'm a lucky woman!

Per Usual

Per usual, I sit down at the computer just wanting to write, anything, but nothing comes to mind. So I just start typing. Putting anything into this machine that comes to my head.

Meanwhile, the boy is calling. I ignore him as much as possible, but he still gets through. "Mommehh, Did you eat that Caramel Apple?" "Yep." I say. "Mommyyyyy, I'm done, done, done..." "Mommyyyy! Come wipe my butt." I'm thinking: God damnit! Learn how to wipe your own ass!!!. I take a short break from writing to wipe his behind, "You've got to start wiping your own hiney. They're not going to do it for you at school, boy. Flush and wash your hands."

Hands all washed.

Now back at the screen, still perplexed as to what to write. I type and type. Does it make any sense? Who really gives a flying f**** about the bathroom escapades of this house? He comes back by, "Com'ere and I'll help you with your pants, all buttoned and zipped."

He leaves to play with his LeapPad. Off to "have fun" learning how to read. I hear the sounds. Annoying to some, yet comforting to me. Comforting to him. In his room he can visit the planets. In his room, he can see the stars. In his room, he can visit far away places. In his room, he learns about the bones of his body. Points at his toes and announces, "These are my phalanges!" Darned if the kid isn't correct. Are we sure he's only 4??? In his room, he is safe.

He makes my heart beat. He makes my heart soar. He makes my heart explode. He makes my heart break. He makes my heart fill up with love and happiness more than any other being has or could. So much more than I ever thought possible. He and his Daddy are my life and love, my very being, down to the absolute marrow of my phalanges.

Must Be Making Up For Lost Time...

Ok. I'm taking a low-tech approach to Herge's idea of What's UR Opinion?

French Kissing:

Splended or just Sloppy?

Letting Go~ Weird Little Blog That Could

This is one of my favourite poems thus far. I hope you like it. mhn.

For those of you who just thought you knew everything

For those of you who just thought you knew everything here's a refresher course...

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The liquid inside young coconuts can be used as a substitute for blood plasma.

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No piece of paper can be folded in half more than seven (7) times.

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Donkeys kill more people annually than plane crashes.

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You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching television.

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Oak trees do not produce acorns until they are fifty (50) years of age or older.

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The first product to have a bar code was Wrigley's gum.

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The king of hearts is the only king without a mustache.

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American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one (1) olive from each salad served in first-class.

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Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise. (Since Venus is normally associated with women, what does this tell you!)It tells me that since we on Earth read all of our clocks in this manner and time is always of the essence, that women are essential to all we do! Ha!

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Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning.

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Most dust particles in your house are made from dead skin.

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Walt Disney was afraid of mice.

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Pearls melt in vinegar.

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The three most valuable brand names on earth:Marlboro, Coca Cola, and Budweiser, in that order.

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It is possible to lead a cow upstairs...but not downstairs.

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A duck's quack doesn't echo, and no one knows why.

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Dentists have recommended that a toothbrush be kept at least six (6) feet away from a toilet to avoid airborne particles resulting from the flush.
(I keep my toothbrush in the living room now!)

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Richard Millhouse Nixon was the first U.S. president whose name contains all the letters from the word "criminal."
The second ?
William Jefferson Clinton

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And the best for last.....

Turtles can breathe through their butts.
(I know some people like that; don't YOU?)

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Now you know everything there is to know.

Of importance, that is !!!

Ephemeral Blogging

It has been said over the last day or so that blogging is most likely meant to be ephemeral. Other than giving me another excuse to post, that comment has also given me another reason to go visit www.dictionary.com (fav site!, I know...I'm a word geek!).

Anyway.

I have thought this over and this is what my little mind came up with. For some folks this blogging thing is just that: a "thing" that they pick up easily and can leave just as easily. A fad today and poofed into the ether tomorrow.

For me, blogging has brought me out of a two to three year depression. It started the day that I found out that I would be sole caretaker of my mil. I'm glad that I did it. I would have had it no other way, besides, I was available. I love her and nothing would have prevented me from doing it. I still have a bit of an overprotective posture when it comes to her. Better not mess with the mil or you'll get a dose of Michelle!

I remember one night I was sick of the blog I had been reading and discovered the next blog button. I clicked and continued to do so until I landed on Cakesniffers Beware! I read her blog and was hooked!! It was EVERYTHING that the other blogs I was reading weren't; witty, funny, brash and FANTASTIC! Then I kinda cruised around at the blogs of people who left comments on her blog, Chimp, Lisa From Alaska, Pissoff and a few others, most of which can be found on my blogroll. Just look to the right... Then they came to see me after I finally got a blog of my own. We developed a right nice friendship and love for one another.

The first blogpal to disappear was Lisa, then others started to drop off, but still more started to appear. It's like a revolving door party that never quite ends. It's kind of fun that way. We always miss those who go away and hope that they will change their minds or show back up after a break. Some don't, but others do.

I don't think that I'll quit blogging or at least not anytime soon. I still think that I have things to contribute to the bloggosphere, be it nonsense or not. So really, it looks like you are stuck with me whether you like it or not! :-)

Lament For the Chimp

Hello Bloggerland.

Today is indeed a sad day in the Land of the Bloggers. One of our very own is getting ready to close up shop. The Angry Chimp, whom we all love and revere as one of the best bloggers, if not the absolute best, is going to give up blogging. He has entertained us with his blog and all of the wonderful articles, comic strips and humour and I for one, am going to miss him greatly. Please join me in one last "Hurrah!" and go visit the Chimp for the last time. We love you Angry Chimp!!!

The Hurricane Evacuation Post

There have been a couple of questions regarding that post.


The first one had to do with logistics, the freeway system of Houston. This link will take you to mapquest and you'll be able to see our freeways and the joke will make more sense to those who live outside of the U.S.

Also a brilliant question posed by Cakesniffer was; What is an aggie?
An "Aggie" is a person who attends Texas Agricultural and Mechcanical University or Texas A&M. They are mostly made fun of because it is a very conservative university. One thing I will openly admit about Aggies is that they take care of their own. I've heard stories of people being stranded on the side of the road and no one would stop to help them, then someone would see an Aggie Alumni sticker on the car and stop to help them because they were an Aggie too. It's a very tightly knit group of people. A worthy institution, but don't tell my Dad. He always wanted me to go to the University of Texas. They are rival schools of the first degree, but that is another post. My friend Mollo could give you more info on Aggies and their Aggieland, especially since she is one. :-) WHOOP!

What Does Your Birth Month Revel About You???

April,
Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to
regret.Attractive and affectionate to oneself.
Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic.
Consoling, friendly and solves people's
problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous.
Loving and caring. Suave and generous.
Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory.
Moving Motivates oneself and others. Sickness
usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way
that only their luver can see.


What does your birth month reveal about you? (read memo)
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This was really spot on.

Houston Hurricane Evacuation Plan

This came to me from my uncle. It's a joke. please don't judge me too harshly. :-)

Official Houston Evacuation Plan

Have you read the official Houston evacuation plan?

Hispanics use I-10 West to San Antonio.

Cajuns use I-10 East to Lafayette.

Rednecks use US 59 North to East Texas.

Rich folks use I-45 North to Dallas.

Yankees use I-45 South to Galveston.

Aggies use loop-610.

Goober Chickensprinkles

The following in excerpted from a children's
book, "Captain Underpants And the Perilous Plot
Professor Poopypants" by Dave Pilkey, in which the
evil Professor forces everyone to assume new
names...

1. Use the third letter of your first name to
determine your new first name:
a = snickle
b = doombah
c = goober
d = cheesey
e = crusty
f = greasy
g = dumbo
h = farcus
&nb sp; i = dorky
j = doofus
k = funky
l = boobie
m = sleezy
n = sloopy
o = fluffy
p = stinky
q = slimy
r = dorfus
s = snooty
t = tootsie
u = dipsy
v = sneezy
w = liver
x = skippy
y = dinky
z = zippy

2. Use the second letter of your last name to
determine the first half of your new last name:
a = dippin
b = feather
c = batty
d = burger
e = chicken
f = barffy
g = lizard
h = waffle
i = farkle
j = monkey
k = flippin
l = fricken
m = bubble
n = rhino
o = potty
p = hamster
; q = buckle
r = gizzard
s = lickin
t = snickle
u = chuckle
v = pickle
w = hubble
x = dingle
y = gorilla
z = girdle

3. Use the third letter of your last name to
determine the second half of your new last name:
a = butt
b = boob
c = face
d = nose
e = hump
f = breath
g = pants
h = shorts
i = lips
j = honker
k = head
l = tush
m = chunks
n = dunkin
o = brains
p = biscuits
q = toes
r = doodle
s = fanny
t = sniffer
u = sprinkles
v = frack
w = squirt
x = humperdinck
y = hiney
z = juice


Please respond back with your new names!! :-D Bwwwaaahahahaha!!!!!!!! Btw: My new name is the title of my post.

Ain't It Always the Way...

Well, the repairlady came over and looked at our washer. She said that she called all over and none of the shops had the hose she needed to repair our washer; so she had to order it. Should be here in 3-5 days. I get to call her when it comes in. Yippee (not a happy yippee either...). :-l She did go ahead and order the other hose that goes with it and will replace both even though the other one looks fine. That's a good thing, so really nothing much to fuss about.

Good News: (I Think...)

Dave is getting to do an internship at U of H on a local magazine and if he puts in 1 hour every week, then his name will be printed as Assistant Editor. We are hoping that this will help Dave get his foot in the door for his writing career. We'll see. :-)

Warning: Potential Moanfesting Afoot!

Ok. So herewego.

I think it all started about 3 weeks ago, maybe 4. You all remember the It Hurts to Pee incident. Well, first I had the bladder infection, ouch! Then the antibiotics gave me a yeast infection during the week that Rita hit and the car went kaput! Then of course my body decides to remind me that I can have children(even though none have materialised since Owen), by sending Aunt Flo to visit.

I finally get all of the "nether region" taken care of and the car fixed and we think we are about to get caught up when.............

Duh, duh, duuuuuhnn..........the blasted Clothes Washer decides to leak all over the garage floor. Of course right about then I'm thanking God that we haven't had enough funds to do the remodeling that would have put the laundry area INSIDE the house. The water is being soaked up by the dirty clothes. It's a mess and the repairman won't be able to come until tomorrow. Peachy. Another $200 down the hole.

When will it stop? When will all this insanity end? By Dave's Beard!, when will we get caught up????? I fear we shall never get caught up and will always be 100 steps behind. Paranoia is really setting in, as if I hadn't had a touch of it before...

So just how do you spell a guttural scream???? Is it something like AAAAHHHHHUUUUUURRRHHHHHHGGGGGGG!!!? Of course the weeping must commence as well. Just curling up into a ball and rocking back & forth and crying a low grown up woman kind of moanish cry. It's pathetic.

Well, duck all that cryin'! I'll just put on the iPod and listen to the Killers and sit in the Cross Stitch corner and try to be productive.

Man it sucks being an adult!

Update on the Fish

The fish that kept getting stuck is now dead. He's been swimming sideways for a day or two and now he is kaput. So long little fishy. May the toilet currents take you to Vahallah.

Is That Really Real???

I know you've gotten a million emails saying that this picture was taken just before 9-11 or this alligator or crocodile was floating down the street in New Orleans after Katrina. These things often look real, but have an air of "Are you sure?" about them. For those who would like to check these things out before sending them on to unsuspecting friends and email listees, go to Snopes.com.

This site has been helpful in debunking many an urban legend. Take a few minutes to peruse the site. It's pretty interesting and you won't feel like a fool for passing on an utter fallacy for absolute fact in the future. Remember, if it seems to good to be true, it usually is. :-)

Which book of the Bible are you?

You are Ephesians.


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This was snagged from Martha's.

I do look to Ephesians for much uplifting and comfort. Pretty neat.