Friday, December 30, 2011
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Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Fwd: no regrets after doing this venture.
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someone
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bye.
I wish I had been more prepared this helps me stay a step ahead of
everyone else now I live a luxurious life I had to share this with
someone
http://ftp.wholesaletinsign.com/profile/65SimonMurphy/
bye.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Monday. Bloody Monday.
So, I'm laying on the couch in my PJs because this is where I slept. It was by choice so Ralph could get the bed to himself without having to fight for it. I am a full contact sleeper. More on that later. Any way I'm here with a headache and the beginnings of a sore throat. Great. I have way to much to do today to get thrown off track by some stupid summer cold or whatever. So, I'll pop an ibu and have a cup or three of coffee and get on with it.
My garden needs weeding.
My yard needs mowing.
My house needs cleaning.
My day either needs more hours in it
Or I need three more mes!
My garden needs weeding.
My yard needs mowing.
My house needs cleaning.
My day either needs more hours in it
Or I need three more mes!
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Saturday morning musing
I'm sitting in Daddy's office. It's a plastic table, four outdoor chairs, and a hammock strung between two trees on the edge of a small calm lake. Woodpeckers, mockingbirds and wrens sing loud, drowning out the Canadian geese, our neighbors Jack, and the occasional chicken and dog. It's so pretty I could sit here and drink coffee all day, I think. But I have a lot to do today. And not all of it is unpleasant. This morning I have plants to get in the ground, some hybrid blackberries from a friend of mine, a couple of lilies from Easter. I have plants to get out of the ground, weeds and hedge shrubs in unwanted places. I have baking to do, clothes to wash and a house to clean. I have a fundraisers to attend at church and, sadly, visitation for the funeral for a dear high school friend.
Today will be full of hard work and ups and downs, like most days I think. But this on started out in my Daddy's office. That makes it a little better right off the bat to me.
Today will be full of hard work and ups and downs, like most days I think. But this on started out in my Daddy's office. That makes it a little better right off the bat to me.
Friday, May 20, 2011
If a redneck were head of the CIA
If a redneck were head of the CIA things might be a whole lot different up in Washington.
Presidential envoy's would be hard to catch and bomb if they travelled in Nascar. We would have the added fun of watching the President and First Lady get out of the car.
If you lied under oath, while in office, or wile running for office your mouth would be washed out with soap, nasty soap, on prime time television. If it can make a 5 year old stop lying....
Getting "caught with your pants down" gets your wife a whole week with Oprah followed by a Lifetime movie marathon on cheaters. Start with Farah Fawcet in "The Burning Bed".
We would be a "green"agency. No dangerous chemicals to us for interrogation purposes. We would use all natural but highly effective techniques.
Technique one: Roll em' Danno!!!!
Catch a terrorist, strip them down, and roll them in fresh poison oak. Tie their hands together and turn off the air conditioner. In 24 hours they will roll on their mother to get the cortisone shot.
NOTE: for the particularly tough terrorist, let them lie to get their hands free to scratch. They will fess up the truth after a few hours of clawing their skin off to no avail.
Technique two: Bubbas berry patch
Catch a terrorist and put them to work picking blackberries in central Alabama. If the cotton mouths don't get them, the chiggers will.
Our rehab program for the arian nation extremists and other religious extremists is the latest in emersion therapy.
Arian militant supremacists get relocated to either Harlem NY or Tiaguana, Mexico for a year. Without the guns and with their swastikas.
Religious extremists get to go live in Mecca or Gaza for a year. With their signs.
Personally I think a redneck or too would be perfect for the job I'd head of the CIA and homeland security. Don't you?
Presidential envoy's would be hard to catch and bomb if they travelled in Nascar. We would have the added fun of watching the President and First Lady get out of the car.
If you lied under oath, while in office, or wile running for office your mouth would be washed out with soap, nasty soap, on prime time television. If it can make a 5 year old stop lying....
Getting "caught with your pants down" gets your wife a whole week with Oprah followed by a Lifetime movie marathon on cheaters. Start with Farah Fawcet in "The Burning Bed".
We would be a "green"agency. No dangerous chemicals to us for interrogation purposes. We would use all natural but highly effective techniques.
Technique one: Roll em' Danno!!!!
Catch a terrorist, strip them down, and roll them in fresh poison oak. Tie their hands together and turn off the air conditioner. In 24 hours they will roll on their mother to get the cortisone shot.
NOTE: for the particularly tough terrorist, let them lie to get their hands free to scratch. They will fess up the truth after a few hours of clawing their skin off to no avail.
Technique two: Bubbas berry patch
Catch a terrorist and put them to work picking blackberries in central Alabama. If the cotton mouths don't get them, the chiggers will.
Our rehab program for the arian nation extremists and other religious extremists is the latest in emersion therapy.
Arian militant supremacists get relocated to either Harlem NY or Tiaguana, Mexico for a year. Without the guns and with their swastikas.
Religious extremists get to go live in Mecca or Gaza for a year. With their signs.
Personally I think a redneck or too would be perfect for the job I'd head of the CIA and homeland security. Don't you?
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
On Dogs and Children
Everyone knows I love dogs. They are wonderful compainions, better that people in most instances. MOST instances. Everyone also knows that I love my children. They are a wonder to behold, and they leave me wondering alot.
There comes a point where life with dogs and life with children merge into some kind of weird similarity. The dogs take on the kids traits and vice versa. It's creepy and funny all at the same time.
Take my puppies, please (in my best Rodney Dangerfield). They usually get fed when I get up in the mornings, which is usually around 5 AM. Ester, the fluffly puppy, decided at about 2 AM that she needed to eat, NOW. She began a campaign of whining, barking, and stomping (mostly on me) to get me to get up. First I though she needed to go out. No Problem. I get up, she doesn't follow me to the door. She stops at the kitchen and looks expectantly. I sigh and go back to bed, get almost asleep....wash, rinse, repeat. The similariltes to having a baby where not lost on me. Finally I resorted to something you can not do with a baby, I put her butt outside and left her there.
Dogs are known to get lazy over time. It gets harder and harder to get them off the couch,bed, out from underfoot. Basically anywhere that is comfortable, they park it there and stick like ticks on a dog (ba-dump-dump-dum). Teen boys are equally lazy.
Take my son, please (Rodney again). Getting him out of bed in the morning is like trying get a politician to part with money. This morning we resorted to being annoying, which was fun on our part. After all, do parents not live to annoy their children? We started with a simple song, I forget where we got it from. It was on a childrens channel as a filler and we got it off iTunes.
Needless to say, we put it on loop and cranked it up. He came stomping, snarling and barking out of his room a short time later. Cell phone in hand.
Him: "Mom, I have a cell phone with all kinds of alarms on it. I don't need this!"
Me: "You never here your alarms go off, we are just helping in a constructive way."
He stomps off with a groan (think Creeper from Scooby Doo) and goes straight to Dad. Like that's gonna help.
Him: " I have a phone with all kinds of alarms to get me up in the morning. I don't need your help!"
Dad: " Then why are you standing in the kitchen still in your PJs?"
He stomps away again. His father and I snicker while cranking up the song even louder.
Parenting has is finer points, sometimes.
There comes a point where life with dogs and life with children merge into some kind of weird similarity. The dogs take on the kids traits and vice versa. It's creepy and funny all at the same time.
Take my puppies, please (in my best Rodney Dangerfield). They usually get fed when I get up in the mornings, which is usually around 5 AM. Ester, the fluffly puppy, decided at about 2 AM that she needed to eat, NOW. She began a campaign of whining, barking, and stomping (mostly on me) to get me to get up. First I though she needed to go out. No Problem. I get up, she doesn't follow me to the door. She stops at the kitchen and looks expectantly. I sigh and go back to bed, get almost asleep....wash, rinse, repeat. The similariltes to having a baby where not lost on me. Finally I resorted to something you can not do with a baby, I put her butt outside and left her there.
Dogs are known to get lazy over time. It gets harder and harder to get them off the couch,bed, out from underfoot. Basically anywhere that is comfortable, they park it there and stick like ticks on a dog (ba-dump-dump-dum). Teen boys are equally lazy.
Take my son, please (Rodney again). Getting him out of bed in the morning is like trying get a politician to part with money. This morning we resorted to being annoying, which was fun on our part. After all, do parents not live to annoy their children? We started with a simple song, I forget where we got it from. It was on a childrens channel as a filler and we got it off iTunes.
Needless to say, we put it on loop and cranked it up. He came stomping, snarling and barking out of his room a short time later. Cell phone in hand.
Him: "Mom, I have a cell phone with all kinds of alarms on it. I don't need this!"
Me: "You never here your alarms go off, we are just helping in a constructive way."
He stomps off with a groan (think Creeper from Scooby Doo) and goes straight to Dad. Like that's gonna help.
Him: " I have a phone with all kinds of alarms to get me up in the morning. I don't need your help!"
Dad: " Then why are you standing in the kitchen still in your PJs?"
He stomps away again. His father and I snicker while cranking up the song even louder.
Parenting has is finer points, sometimes.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The new years resolution
Some people think it's old fashioned, but I make a new years resolution every year. I'm pretty serious about it. I start formulating it in December. I think about all the things I didn't get done on my previous resolution, I analyse why it didn't get done, determine if it is worth putting on the new list, and go from there.
I put 10 items on my list, every year. Why not 12? I don't know, I ask my OCD that all the time, it never answers. I type them up on pretty paper and post them prominetly on my desk. This year, thanks to windows 7, I made it a permanent post-it note. (yeah, post-it notes for the desktop!!!!)
Why all the fuss, you ask? There is something momentus about a new year. It's fresh, there was never this year before and there will never be this year again. It's a new begining, a chance to make big changes. It's an opportunity to use an entire year as a timeline to progress toward a better future. Most people want to be better people. Some people procrastinate, and an entire year is like a lifetime in front of them, they can take their time. But December come quickly, and it gets here faster every year, and suddenly the time is to short; another broken resolution to add to the pile of long broken ones. Some people are "Johnny on the spot", out of the gate full of fire. By mid-year, all the wind has left their sails, already defeated by goals that were impossible to meet in the first place they discard their resolutions as pipe dreams, never attainable. Some people set their goals, pace themselves, evaluate progress often, and don't sweat it if they don't make all of them. (I have never meet one of these people, but I am told they DO exist.)
Yet every year, those of us who choose to, set new goals. It just seems like the right thing to do on new years. It's like eating black eyed peas and turnip greens for luck and money. There is no real reason for it, other than we have always been told it's what you do. It's not like you can't do it at any time of the year, but it just doesn't have the same meaning any other time than new years.
So I made my new 10, and I snuck down to Daddy's and had black eyed peas and turnip greens. Call me old fashioned, let's see what happens.
I put 10 items on my list, every year. Why not 12? I don't know, I ask my OCD that all the time, it never answers. I type them up on pretty paper and post them prominetly on my desk. This year, thanks to windows 7, I made it a permanent post-it note. (yeah, post-it notes for the desktop!!!!)
Why all the fuss, you ask? There is something momentus about a new year. It's fresh, there was never this year before and there will never be this year again. It's a new begining, a chance to make big changes. It's an opportunity to use an entire year as a timeline to progress toward a better future. Most people want to be better people. Some people procrastinate, and an entire year is like a lifetime in front of them, they can take their time. But December come quickly, and it gets here faster every year, and suddenly the time is to short; another broken resolution to add to the pile of long broken ones. Some people are "Johnny on the spot", out of the gate full of fire. By mid-year, all the wind has left their sails, already defeated by goals that were impossible to meet in the first place they discard their resolutions as pipe dreams, never attainable. Some people set their goals, pace themselves, evaluate progress often, and don't sweat it if they don't make all of them. (I have never meet one of these people, but I am told they DO exist.)
Yet every year, those of us who choose to, set new goals. It just seems like the right thing to do on new years. It's like eating black eyed peas and turnip greens for luck and money. There is no real reason for it, other than we have always been told it's what you do. It's not like you can't do it at any time of the year, but it just doesn't have the same meaning any other time than new years.
So I made my new 10, and I snuck down to Daddy's and had black eyed peas and turnip greens. Call me old fashioned, let's see what happens.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
12 days in...
Wow. It’s not quite 2 weeks into the New Year. We’ve had a pretty eventful two weeks though. Let’s see, where to start.
I went back to work on the 3rd, after a two week vaca that was a bittersweet homecoming. I wanted to stay home and have a real vaca, (see the children are sick) but I was half afraid to. So I went with a working vaca at work. That is what I told myself at least. My nephew can home from Iraq Afghanistan
It snowed in Alabama AL
A portend of things to come? A really great year for eveyone or the end as we know it?
I’m not a superstitious person, really. But I have to admit, they are some things that make you go hmmmmm. Maybe the ancient Mayans have something.
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