Thursday, February 28, 2008

A rose for Matata



Mr. Surly McPeevish takes time from his busy schedule of bird-watching and channeling Fred Astaire to extend his heartfelt wishes for a speedy recovery to the lovely, zaftig
  • Matata
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    He would appreciate it if everyone would keep Matata and her loving family in their thoughts.

    Wednesday, February 27, 2008

    Calling all computer geeks

    We'd welcome an opinion or two.

    The ole Toshiba laptop has begun to wheeze like an asthmatic in a cigar bar.

    I thought it was the fan, but the Zigster seems to think it's the hard drive. I dunno what it is, but I have a feeling that the poor old (about 5 years) thing is circlin the drain.

    It really has been a great computer. The only thing that's gone wrong with it is the DVD player thingy took a poop.

    But I think the time has come to start thinkin about a new one. Thinkin about a new one is nice. Thinkin about tryin to transfer some of our crap into a new one, however...well...frankly, that particular little task gives me a bad case of the squirts.

    So, aaaanywho, we don't need anything fancy. A desk top model this time, we think. No frills. No bells and whistles. Really, the only thing we use it for is email, blogging (of course) and photo downloading/storage. And I wouldn't mind having a DVD player thingy again, too.

    So, what say you? Anybody got any suggestions/preferences as to brand?

    Flower power



    Ok, I got my color. Snagged a big armful of cut flowers at the grocery store the other day. Just the act of workin with 'em...trimmin 'em and arrangin 'em in a vase...made me feel better. Gawd, I miss being a designer. And Ziggy brought me home a potful of cheery, yellow hyacinths...ooooo....they smell sooooo good!



    Stewie spends several hours a day, checkin out all da boids that frequent our two feeders that hang just outside our big front window. Unfortunately, the feeders also attract the squirrels.



    I'm sure each is thinkin, "Wow! That's one butt-ugly cat/squirrel."

    Tuesday, February 26, 2008

    Sacrilege

    Just another reason to hate Wal-Mart. They're using what's quite possibly the greatest one-hit wonder ever to pimp themselves.



    Bite me, Wal-Mart. Bite me.

    Saturday, February 23, 2008

    Color my world



    I think when I look back on this winter, it won't be fondly.

    I think when I look back on this winter, I'll remember it like a bad, old black and white movie...varying shades of gray, white and muddy brown. And not just because of the weather.

    See, I've felt bad all winter. Not quite sick enough to seek medical attention (gawd forbid!)...I kept thinkin I'd feel better...eventually. At one point, I was pretty much convinced I had some kind of terminal disease. My aging body just wasn't...right. Something just wasn't right.

    And, when you feel bad physically, the mind is sure to follow. Thankfully, we haven't had any major catastrophes in our little family this winter. If we had, it might just have been enough to send me right into a full-blown depression. But things outside my control...outside my own little realm of reality...have just seemed to trouble me more than usual.

    The war. Lying politicians. Stupidity. Death and destruction and man's inhumanity to man. The general state of the world, ya know?

    But, for whatever reason, in the last...oh...several days...my body seems to be...rallying. Things seem to be working like they're supposed to, though I'm almost afraid to say anything..like I'll jinx it or something. And like a little kid, tagging behind his big brother, my mind is following.

    I feel better.

    I'm not quite...back. I'm not quite me. Yet.

    I think I need....color. I need lime green and apple green and chartreuse. I need puce and magenta and mango. I need scarlet and orange and lemony yellow. I need sky blue and sparkling turquoise and lapis.

    I need a feast for my eyes. For my soul. I feel the need for this almost as much as I feel the need to eat and breathe.

    I paint, but it's not like I'm feeling especially creative right now. I just need to see color...not necessarily use it. I feel like a little...color therapy...will pull me the rest of the way back from whatever funk I've been in.

    A little color therapy and a little shoppin therapy.

    Now, I rarely use "shopping therapy", but I think I'll do a little shopping today. Not necessarily to buy anything. I dont' need a damn thing....unless it's on sale. heh But the spring clothes are out. Spring colors. Oh...but I am gonna buy some flowers. Pots of hyacinths and daffodils. And maybe a big armful of mixed hothouse flowers.

    Color. I think it's just what I need.

    Thursday, February 21, 2008

    Updated: Words fail me

    February 20, 2008

    People v. Tracy D. Hermann
    People v. James E. Sargent


    Peoria County Case 08 CF 200

    On February 12, 2008, Peoria Police responded to a call at
    3012 W. Proctor Street in Peoria. Found dead and strapped in a
    car seat set that had been placed in a crib was 5 month old
    Benjamin Sargent. The defendants are his parents.
    Benjamin was wearing a blue snow suit. It was zipped up.
    The temperature in the room was near 80 degrees. Benjamin’s
    eyes were open, his hands were clenched in a fistlike position
    and, although dead, his eyes were staring straight ahead.

    Police investigation and medical and pathological
    examination would reveal that Benjamin had been strapped into
    this car seat and had not left it in eight days. All waste and urine
    had collected beneath him and his buttocks, legs and back were
    eaten into by the resulting poison. Some waste left in Benjamin’s
    colon revealed resulted in constipation because it could not be
    pushed out of his body due to starvation.

    James Sargent was present at the house and, when
    interviewed on that day, and again on February 18, his answers
    to questions confirmed for police that Benjamin had been
    returned to the residence on February 4, 2008, by a grandmother
    and he was in the same car seat, wearing the same snow suit,
    and confined in the same manner as when he was found dead 8
    days later. A person who ‘stayed’ with others in the garage of the
    defendants told police that he was the one who observed
    Benjamin in the car seat, and on the living room floor, and that it
    was he who found this odd and so, he placed the child (while in
    the car seat) in a baby crib in a bedroom.

    The house was kept in an outrageous condition with
    nothing in its place, food left out and spoiled, and belongings
    scattered everywhere. Clothing, articles, spoilage, and debris
    were stacked everywhere around the house.

    James Sargent told police he “thought” he had maybe
    moved Benjamin once or twice during the eight day period but,
    upon further questioning, he conceded that he may not have
    been moved at all. The person from the garage tells police that
    Benjamin was found just as he had left him eight days earlier.

    The 'mother' was in Iowa, where she had gone to see-a
    male boyfriend she found over the internet. She told police that
    caring for her baby Benjamin was not her duty and that it was
    James' responsibility. Before heading to Iowa on the day before
    Benjamin was found dead, Tracy Hermann said she looked at
    the baby in the crib and presumed he was sleeping so she said
    she stuck a bottle between the baby and the side of the carseat
    so that when he woke up he could grab it and feed himself if he
    was hungry. In case the court missed it earlier, Benjamin
    Sargent was five months old.

    Tracy Hermann also has a daughter, almost 3, who Tracy
    Hermann seems to have 'given'away' to a family member. A
    shelter care hearing on that matter now pends in the circuit court
    because I am also seeking to remove her permanently and
    forever from any contact with Tracy Herman.

    Preliminary examination of Benjamin Sargent’s body
    showed that he weighed 10 pounds, suffered from sepsis in the
    blood and tissue, was without proper liquid and food and that he
    died from starvation due to neglect by the two defendants who
    stand before you, Tracey D. Herman and James E. Sargent.

    This case file was printed in today's edition of the Peoria Journal Star

    Update:

    Here is the obit that appeared in the paper. The emphasis is mine.

    PEORIA - Benjamin Allen Reeve Sargent, 5 months, of Peoria passed away Tuesday, Feb. 12, 2008, at his residence in Peoria.

    Benjamin was born Aug. 27, 2007, to James E. Sargent and Tracy Del Hermann of Peoria.

    Benjamin is survived by his loving parents; a sister, Natalie-Grace Hermann of Peoria; grandparents, Thomas Eugene (Rosemary Irene) Sargent of Marquette Heights, Ill., and Wendell Allen (Connie Lou) Bohna of Topeka, Ill.; great-grandparents, James Murrell of Washington, Ill., Del (Marian) Bruderer of Tremont, Utah, and Cozette Bohna of Beaverton, Ore.; uncles, John Oliver Bohna of Topeka, Ill., and Joseph Conrad Bohna of Peoria; aunts, Kellie Christine Kuberski of McMinnville, Ore., Jennie Rose Eilene Bohna of Topeka, Ill., and Julie Ann Bohna of Topeka, Ill.; and great-aunts, Brenda Murrell of Washington, Ill., Ruth Damm of Washington, Ill., and Linda (Dr. Daniel) Hoffman of Mount Vernon, Ill.

    Services will be at 1 p.m. Monday, Feb. 18, 2008, at Davison-Fulton Woodland Chapel in Peoria, with Pastor Rod Willy presiding. Visitation will be one hour prior to services on Monday. Interment will be in Parkview Cemetery in Peoria.

    Memorials may be made to the family.

    Wednesday, February 20, 2008

    Narrated by David Attenborough.....



    ...drone...drone...drone...
    ...though the sun shines, there is little warmth to be found across the frozen tundra. Temperatures here register far below the freezing level and the razor-like, bone-chillingly cold winds whip across the snow and ice covered rivers, creating fantasy sculptures.....drone, drone, drone...



    ...drone...drone...drone...
    ...the mighty ice breakers are presently able to cut through the ice. Soon, however, the ice will become thick and impenetrable to even the most powerful ship. Supplies to the hardy few who call this cold, barren landscape home, will dwindle and they will have to rely upon their stores of whale blubber and the occasional Arctic Hare or ptarmagin for food.

    ....drone...drone...drone...
    Winter is not easy in this cold, unforgiving place. Natives can often be found huddling together for warmth while they pray to the Great Walrus God for surcease of the seemingly never-ending season... ....ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.......

    Tuesday, February 19, 2008

    Ooops, he did it again

    Michael Johns gave my arm-hair an erection. Again.

    Yea, yea, yea. I know it's inane. I know it should be beneath me. I know there are better things I could waste my time on. But...

    My name is Pam and I'm hooked on American Idol.

    There. I admitted it. So fuckin sue me.

    That Michael Johns...ooooo, my gawd. During the tryouts, he gave me the chills when he sang Bohemian Rhapsody. 'Course, Bohemian Rhapsody is one of my all-time faves, anyway. But, he did it again tonight with his version of Light My Fire. Lemme tell ya...in the sex appeal department, he can give Jim Morrison a run for his money. Well...if ole Jimbo was still alive he could. That boy's got charisma. Buckets of it. And that Aussie accent don't hurt a thing, either.

    Aaaand, I really like that Jason Castro. Ya know? The dude with the dreadlocks? He did a great job on Daydream by Lovin Spoonful. (Yea, it was "60's Night") I'd love to hear him do something by Woody or Arlo Guthrie...or maybe Dylan. He's kinda "folksy" like that.

    The little guy...what's his name? David something. He's got an awesome voice and he's amazingly...what?...composed?...for a kid his age. But....there's just something...I dunno. He's kinda smarmy...in a Howdy Doody kinda way, ya know?

    I dunno, though. My arm-hair erections are rarely wrong. heh

    60 things...

    ...that you really didn't care to know about moi. Not because I'm narcissistic...'cause I've got nothin else.

    Unless, of course, ya wanna hear me bitch about the cold and the snow and the wind chill and the ice...again. Or about those fuckin cocknockers at Ameren who wanna raise electric rates...again. Or about the main-stream media morons who seem to think Cuba will be all hearts and flowers now that Infidel is "retiring". My ass.

    Don't wanna hear any of that, huh? Okie doke. Go read what I swiped from the other
  • Pam
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    1. What is in the back seat of your car right now?
    Oh, good gawd...my "office" on wheels. A baby scale. A tote bag chocked full'o work crap. A wicker basket chocked full'o...more work crap. A spare jacket. A spare vest. A little trash can. Two grocery store totes. An ice scraper. A snow brush. And a partridge in a pear tree.

    2. When was the last time you threw up?
    I honestly don't remember. Been well over a year, I suppose. Thankfully.

    3. What’s your favorite curse word?
    Fuck. Fuckity-fuck.

    4. Name 3 people who made you smile today.
    Uh....a co-worker who informed me that I'm gettin a "substantial" raise (Whoopee!); Ziggy. He always makes me smile; Um...er....I'm sure I smiled more than twice. Didn't I?

    5. What were you doing at 8 am this morning?
    Punchin da ole time clock.

    6. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
    Creating my signature spaghetti sauce.

    7. What will you be doing 3 hours from now?
    Cursing Mother Nature for the -20 wind chill they're callin for tonight. (Ya just knew I'd get a bitch in about the weather, didn'tcha?)

    8. Have you ever been to a strip club?
    Yessssss.

    9. What is the last thing you said aloud?
    "I love you." (Just talked to Ziggy.)

    10. What is the best ice cream flavor?
    Starbuck's Espresso.

    11. What was the last thing you had to drink?
    Coffeeeeeeee.

    12. What are you wearing right now?
    A sheer, black negligee and stilettos. (HA!)

    13. What was the last thing you ate?
    A mushroom slice. From my signature spaghetti sauce, remember?

    14. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?
    (Close yer eyes, Ziggy!) Snagged a new pair of jeans and two shirts (for 4 bucks each!) at Kohl's.

    15. When was the last time you ran?
    Aaaahahahahahhahahhaa......right.

    16. What’s the last sporting event you watched?
    Probably a snippet of last year's Kentucky Derby. I just don't do sports.

    18. Who is the last person you emailed?
    A co-worker.

    19. Ever go camping?
    My idea of "camping" is stayin in a motel that doesn't have cable. But, yea. Loooong time ago.

    20. Do you have a tan?
    It's been colder than a witch's tit around here and I'm a very fair complected blue-eyed blonde. You tell me.

    24. Do you drink your soda from a straw?
    Don't drink soda unless it's in a mixed drink.

    25. What did your last IM say?
    Haven't IM'd in years.

    26. Are you someone’s best friend?
    Yup.

    27. What are you doing tomorrow?
    Might do some laundry. Might paint a picture. Might cook up a little somethin.

    28. Where is your mom right now?
    She's in my head...saying, "But what about meeee?"

    29. Look to your left, what do you see?
    A black shelf with two carved wooden cats and a small lamp on it and a framed poster with a black cat that says "Tournee du Chat Noir De Rodolphe Salis"...you know the one.

    30. What color is your watch?
    When I quit hospital nursing, I swore I'd never wear a watch again. And I haven't.

    31. What do you think of when you think of Australia?
    Funnel-web spiders, Taipan's, crocks and sharks. Which is why I don't plan to visit Australia any time soon.

    32. Would you consider plastic surgery?
    If I were to be somehow horribly disfigured or if it was something that interfered with day to day living, then sure. Otherwise, I'd just as soon be "real".

    33. What is your birthstone?
    Opal or pink tourmaline.

    34. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?
    Despite my fat ass, I very rarely eat fast food. The couple times a year that I do, it's drive-through.

    35. How many kids do you want?
    Exactly as many as I have.

    36. Do you have a dog?
    Nope. We have a Tasmanian Devil who merely pretends to be a cat. But I keep tellin 'im I'm gonna trade 'im in for a dog.

    37. Last person you talked to on the phone?
    Da Zigster. Who is completely shattered because he didn't get laid off. Really.

    38. Have you met anyone famous?
    Hmmmm...in a former career, I interviewed then-President Carter's son, Chip. And
  • Frank Abagnale, Jr.
  • . And I literally ran into Roy Scheider as I was comin into...and he was goin out of Walgreen's in Sarasota, Florida. Does that count?

    39. Any plans today?
    I worked. Ho hum.

    40. How many states have you lived in?
    Illinois...twice. Florida and Alabama. That'd be three, right?

    41. Ever go to college?
    Yup. I are edumacated. And I got the piece of paper that says "Degree" on it to prove it. Somewhere.

    42. Where are you right now?
    I'm in a good place.

    43. Biggest annoyance in your life right now?
    That Ziggy didn't get laid off. Really. And that he got bumped to third shift. Which totally and completely sucks big donkey balls.

    44. Last song listened to?
    I have American Idol on...but have no idea who just sang what.

    46. Are you allergic to anything?
    Work and pain.

    47. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?
    At home, I'm barefoot...even when it's coooold. When I have to wear shoes, my favorites are sandals or my Crocs.

    48. Are you jealous of anyone?
    Nope.

    50. Is anyone jealous of you?
    Good lawd...I wouldn't know why.

    51. What time is it?
    Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care?

    52. Do any of your friends have children?
    All of 'em.

    53. Do you eat healthy?
    Believe it or not, I eat pretty healthy. For a fat girl.

    54. What do you usually do during the day?
    If it's on a day I work, I...uh...work. If not, I fuck around. (See? It IS my favorite curse word.)

    55. Do you hate anyone right now?
    Nah. Don't waste my time on hate.

    56. Do you use the word ‘hello’ daily?
    Hmmmm...never thought about that. It's usually "Hi", I think.

    58. How old will you be turning on your next birthday?
    Fifty four. That sucks. But I guess the alternative would be like...major suckage, huh?

    59. Have you ever been to Six Flags?
    In St. Louis. Once. Never again. Ever. I don't hafta and you can't make me.

    60. How did you get one of your scars?
    You're not gonna believe this....but this one time...at band camp...uh...no...I tried to open a dog food bag (remember the kind that was sewn up with string?) with a Phillips screwdriver. I have a little Phillips head-shaped scar on my right eyelid. I still can't believe I didn't put my eye out. Duh.

    Monday, February 18, 2008

    I'd like for this to be a humorous post

    But...really...when the funniest thing you can think of to post about is when you step outside into the below-zero wind chill and the snot freezes right in your nose...well...I dunno...

    It's just kind of a stretch to make that humorous.

    Wednesday, February 13, 2008

    Gooscapades!





    We finally got some sun today. And I feel a little better. Even callin for it to get up into the 40's tomorrow. 'Course then, it's supposed to start snowin...again...and get cold as a well digger's ass in Alaska...again.

    This buncha geese gave us a little laugh this morning, though. It's like they weren't sure what to do on the frozen river, so they just did what they'd normally do if there was water...except they didn't actually swim anywhere. Just sat there. On the ice.
    And watchin 'em try to walk around was a hoot, no pun intended. I saw more than one slip and slide and eventually fall on his big ole goose-ass, wings flappin.

    Tuesday, February 12, 2008

    Plodding, plodding, plodding, plodding, plodding....

    Jeeezus H. Keerist. Is this winter ever gonna be over? I'd swear ta gawd that it's been here for at least 23 months.

    I'm so sick of the cold and the snow and the sleet and the freezing rain and the freezing fog and the wind chills and the ice and the fuckin potholes...oh, those potholes. They're like running, scabby sores on the syphiletic dick of Illinois roads.

    Is that how you spell "syphiletic"? I don't give a shit enough to look it up.

    I know there's no sense in bitchin about the weather or the potholes. It's Illinois in February. That's all the explanation needed.

    But gawddammit, I NEED some warm breezes. I NEED some sun.

    One of my co-workers is headin out to Arizona tomorrow for a vacation. And another one is headin off to Florida this Saturday. They're both absolutely delightful women and I love 'em to death...but I wanted to spit in their faces.

    I feel like a plant that's about to wither up and die if I don't get some sun soon. I feel dried out, wrung out, strung out, used up. I think I've developed a raging, incurable case of Seasonal Affective Disorder. I don't know how people stand to live in places like Minnesota or North Dakota. I'd hang myself.

    I wanna wear my sandals. I wanna sit on the deck and drink beer and listen to Jimmy Buffet. I wanna open all the windows and let the spring breeze in. I wanna see some color.

    I just want this winter to be sooooo over.

    Now.

    Friday, February 08, 2008

    Jambalaya, cayenne in the eye-ah...

    ...ME OH MY OH!

    Recipe added below.

    So, company's comin for the weekend. We don't have company very often, but when we do, I like to try cookin somethin different...somethin I haven't tried before. I know that doesn't sound like such a hot idea. I mean, what if it's an astronomical...uh...gastronomical...flop, right?

    Well, I figure we know these peeps pretty well. If it's awful, we'll all laugh about it and order pizza. No biggie. It gives me a chance to spread my culinary wings a little too, ya know? Not that the Zigster doesn't appreciate my cookin. It's just nice to experiment...um...I mean try it out on unsuspecting...uh...nevermind. heh

    Now, these are special people and I know that they can handle a little...zip in their food, so I thought I'd try to cook up a little sumpin special. As a tip o' the ole hat to Mardi Gras, I figured I'd try some nice, spicy jambalaya. Sounds perfect for a cold evening, huh?

    The recipe sounded reasonably simple, and I had all the ingredients on hand...all I needed from the store was a loaf of crusty bread to sop up da joooce wit'. If it's like any other stew/soup/stoop thing, it's always better the day after prep, so I figured I'd throw it together today and reheat it tomorrow. Plus, I won't hafta spend a lotta time in the kitchen tomorrow.

    So, this particular recipe I'm tryin calls for a certain amount of "Cajun Spice" and gives ya the recipe for that, as well.

    2.5 T paprika
    2 T salt
    2 T garlic powder
    1 T black pepper
    1 T onion powder
    1 T cayenne pepper
    1 T dried oregano
    1 T dried thyme

    Okie doke. I had all that on hand, so I started mixin it up.

    **Note to self: after pryin the lid off the cayenne pepper box with fingers, absolutely DO NOT forget that little factiod and rub your eye with aforementioned fingers.

    Son. Of. A. BITCH!

    It's been a little over an hour since I pulled that particular boner...and my eye is still waterin. I'm sittin here, tryin to type with one eye.

    Ah well. They say the true artiste is supposed to suffer, right?

    Right.

    Sniff. Sniff.

    Update

    Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez!



    Oooooooo....babeeeeee! It was soooooo worth a little cayenne in the eye. Can't wait to see what it'll be like tomorrow.

    Recipe

    I looked at several recipes for Jambalaya and used those as a jumping off point for my own recipe.

    2 lb. whole, raw shrimp, peeled & deveined
    1 lb. smoked sausage, sliced (I didn't have andouille, or I'd have used that)
    1 med. sized onion, chopped
    1 lg. green pepper, chopped
    2-3 lg. stalks celery, chopped
    1 14.5 oz. can Red Gold crushed tomatoes
    1 C tomato juice
    1.5 C beef stock (I used low sodium)
    1.5 C white rice (I had Jasmine on hand, so I used that)
    1 T olive oil
    1 T crushed garlic (I use McCormick brand)
    3 med. sized bay leaves
    2 T Cajun Spice (I probably used a little more than this...and I used Lite Salt instead of regular when I made it.)

    (I think all the amounts of liquid are about right. You hafta understand...I'm one of those "fly by the seat of my pants" cooks. If it looks about right, I run with it.)

    Brown the onion, green pepper and celery in the olive oil. Stir in the crushed garlic and the can of tomatoes. In another skillet, brown the sliced sausage and add it to the vegetables. Add the tomato juice and the beef stock. Stir in the Cajun Spice. Bring it up to a boil and add the rice. Turn down to a simmer and cook until rice is almost done. Stir in the raw shrimp and continue cooking just until they're nice and pink and curled up. Don't overcook the shrimp, or they'll be tough.
    Fish the bay leaves out before serving.

    On first tasting, it wasn't quite spicy enough, so I added a couple shakes of red pepper flakes...and damn near got it too spicy. It was "slap yo mama" good.

    As a bonus, it cleared everyone's sinuses right up. heh

    Monday, February 04, 2008

    Winter whammy and instant karma

    I wanna pull Punxatawney Phil's damn head through his asshole.

    Friday, we got hit with 7 inches of blowing, drifting snow.

    Sunday night, we got another damn blizzard...with thunder and lightening.

    Today? It got up to 48. Whoopee, right? Uh..not so much. It's so damned foggy ya can't see more than about two car lengths in front of you. Sometimes, ya can't see a damn thing. The drive to and from Peoria to buy a baby shower gift was...interesting.

    On the way, I was pokin along about 35-40 miles an hour. I woulda turned around and went back home, except I couldn't find a good place to turn around where I thought I wouldn't get t-boned by some moron drivin 80. So I kept on, thinkin it would be better the closer I got to town. Wrong.

    Remember said "moron drivin 80"? Well, here comes the karma part. This maroon SUV flys by me, runnin probably 60. No lights on. None. I shake my head at the ignorance and keep pokin along at 35.

    Five minutes later, I come upon the red light at Cedar Hills Drive (not that you could actually see the light, you understand...it was purely a guess on my part as to where I was)...only to find said moron had rear-ended a Buick and, in turn, was nearly rear-ended himself by a semi full of brand new cars. Thankfully, it looked like everyone was ok.

    Instant karma's gonna getchu...gonna kick you right in the teeth

    So, back to the weather. Tomorrow? Rain. Which will, hopefully, clear out this fog.

    And tomorrow night? Freezing rain. Followed by...more snow.

    I'm. sick. of. winter.

    Good gawd!

    It's Ziggy and me!

  • Baby Boomers


  • heheh

    Thanks, SusieQ!

    Friday, February 01, 2008

    Yaaaaawwwwwnnnnnn...........

    I can't even begin to tell you the joy...the pure, unadulterated joy I felt this morning when the phone rang at 10 til 7...and I knew it was my boss.

    SNOW DAY!

    As in 6-7 inches.

    Despite the fact that there's not a lotta perks to my job, that's just one of the reasons I love it. Most of the time, they put the safety and well-being of their employees above that of their clients. There ain't many places that do that anymore. As far as the nursing profession goes, there ain't many places that can to that. I just happened to luck into one that does.

    Anywho, I went back to bed at 9:30...and got back up at 12:30. Delicious.

    The only thing that could've made this day better is if the Zigster coulda stayed home, too. Maybe we coulda talked a little more about that 7 inches.

    Of snow, I mean. Geeeze...

    Unfortunately, his job sucks great big, nasty donkey balls.

    Now I'm makin another one of those "comfort foods" I mentioned in an earlier post. Chicken and dumplins. Mmmmmm. Perfect for a day like this.
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    I was just thinkin earlier...about politics, of all things. I don't do politics. There are no "right" answers, but everyone seems to think there is. And they all think that their answer is the only right one. Republican. Democrat. Right. Left. Right. Wrong. There's no inbetween. People bashin each other because of their political leanings.

    Yammer Yammer Yammer. Yada Yada Yada. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.

    Anywho, I watch the news a lot. And I read a lotta blogs. Everywhere I look, the recurring theme seems to be that people are gonna vote for the lesser of two evils.

    Now, what the hell kinda choice is that?
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    Yaaaawwwwwnnnn....

    Would it be awful of me to take another nap?