"The lake, it is said..."

"...never gives up her dead when the gales of November turn gloomy."

Last night Husband and I watched a piece on The History Channel about the Edmund Fitzgerald. The story still gives me chills, especially since all 29 bodies are still down there.

I launched into Gordon Lightfoot's "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" and Husband gave me a funny look and stated he'd probably heard that song maybe a dozen times, so he didn't know the words.

I asked him "Did you not have a radio in the seventies?"

How can one not know that song? My goodness.

"...fellas, it's been good to know ya."

It's Prom Season!

Junior year, 1987.

Note the dress. It covers most of my body, unlike the prom dresses we see today.

(Hey, it's Sunday morning, I got nothin' else.)

Potpourri

I finally got to see Walk the Line last night. Joaquin could become the next Swooner Dreamboat, that's all I gotta say.

I liked the flick, but to be honest it was kind of hard to hear it. I was watching on my laptop and Husband had Frodo-fest TURNED UP REALLY LOUD on the TV. I had to mash the geeky old headphones into my ears just to hear anything. Damn hobbits.

So, let me ask you this, if someone shows you the word "live" do you say it as "I live in Ohio" or would you say "That was a live interview?" Son had that word in his vocabulary quiz yesterday and missed it...because he didn't know which pronunciation to use. He got a B, his first such grade in vocab.

I don't see this as a bad thing, I mean, the kid devours books and I think he reads at a much higher level than the teacher gives him credit for.

That's it. I stayed up way too late last night; I need more coffee.

Throw the confetti

I just had visit #100 to this blog today!

One hundred visits in a day. And it only took a year.

So I'll call myself...

I've been pondering this name change all day.

Okay, not all day, but still...

In case you hadn't already guessed, I think Tom Cruise is batshit crazy. I've never liked him -never - so this loathing I have is nothing new. And let's face it, the best parts of Top Gun were those that involved the planes, Goose, and Ice.

But I've got to ask, where in the hell is the feckin' logic? I'm a child-bearing woman and I still want everyone to call me "Vicki." There is probably only one person, a long-time friend, who even calls me "Victoria." I don't know if I'd even answer to Victoria anymore.

So, by Cruise's line of thinking, should I have everyone refer to me as Victoria? Gawd, that would be weird; my mother doesn't even call me that!

Tom Cruise, you are a mental case.

You asked for it, you got it

From my college days, Freshman year, circa 1989.

Look at that hair!!!

Sorry for the poor scan quality.

Bon Jovi Go Home!

Dammit. Damn you to hell Bon Jovi!

Go back to "givin' love a bad name" (especially you, Richie Sambora and your gut) and get the hell off the country charts.

Bastards.

I forget...

Ladies, do you sometimes forget your maiden name?

That happened to me yesterday. I had to sign a proxy vote for a stockholders meeting that I won't be able to attend, and I had to sign my name exactly as it appears on my stock certificate.

Only, when I sat down with pen in hand to sign the proxy form, I forgot what my maiden name was! (Yes, my married name is on there too.) I mean, I knew what my name was, I just forgot how to spell it!

A mental block nine years in the making. And it's a shame, since there are so few of us with that particular name.

Making a request

Today I'm mailing off the letter to the principal to request that Son get a specific teacher next school year.

This is the first time I've ever done this, so I don't know what to expect. Will the principal call me? The last line of said letter states "do not hesitate to call me at once" and I also listed my home and cell numbers.

I have my reasons for requesting that certain teacher. I've heard stories from other parents about the other, less than desirable, second grade teacher.

If the principal does want to speak with me, I've got something ready to say to her.

Movie Talk

Gary has a great post about "United 93."

Yes, Husband and I will see this movie, even if we have to wait for it to come out on DVD.

Happy Birthday Mr. President

President Grant, that is.

A little help, please?

I've got this Reno trip coming up next month and I have no clue what clothes to take. I don't know if I should wear casual stuff or what.

I also have to buy said clothes, because I really don't think my standard blue sweatpants with bleach marks on them will go over too well. And I'd rather not invite trouble by wearing my National Review t-shirt.

So, any suggestions? I glanced over some of the clothes at le Mart de Wal yesterday...and felt extremely old....and fat...but I'm working on the fat stuff anyway.

And I haven't flown in so long that I have no idea as to what I can and can't take on the plane with me. Are tweezers still taboo?

I'm always at work

I guess this is Take Your Brats to Work Day. Er...I mean, Take Your Kids to Work Day.

I'm always at work, so this is moot.

But, like I said over in the comments at The Llama Butchers, if my husband took the kids to work they'd be bored silly. There's a lot they could look at, but they can't get too close, and the bulk of Husband's job is super duper secret...so the concept would be lost on Husband too.

But I read Robert's post with a sneer, as I've mentioned to toilet training thing. Not long before I read that I had to deal with a mess. Suffice it to say, Daughter is on her third pair of sweatpants today, and I lost count at three as to how many pairs of cotton training pants she's gone through.

I should just cover my carpet with a tarp.

He came back!

I missed his return, but Hector Vex is back from his blogging hiatus!

And the world is right and proper again!

In a perfect world...

...our children would wake up on their second birthday and just shun diapers in favor of the toilet.

But, alas, this is not so.

The toilet learning has begun in earnest around here. I wanted to start now instead of waiting so long like I did with Son. That was a mess all the way around, and I'd like to avoid that with Daughter.

Pull-Ups, as I have been reminded, are a joke. At least as far as my kids are concerned. Those "feel the wetness" liners? Yeah, right. Husband put a pair of Daughter's underpants on her last night, to which I replied, "Okay, but if she pees you get to clean it up."

See, we have Daughter sit on the pot on a regular basis, but she'll jump up after 5 seconds and announce that she's done. She hasn't "done her business" but will promptly soil herself about five minutes after getting off the pot.

Which Daughter did last night. She ran up to me and announced that she was wet. So was the carpet...but I took her into the bathroom, cleaned her up and put her in dry pants. And I made Husband clean the carpet.

This leaves me with the same question I had with Son: do I put Daughter in those cloth training pants instead? Every kid is different, I know that, and then I wonder if it's too soon...

Really, in a perfect world we wouldn't have to do this. I know it needs to be done, but it's frustrating for me because I'm the one with a pile of pissy panties at the end of the day.

I don't want to push Daughter, and I don't think I am. I encourage, don't punish for accidents...but you know, after having dealt with Son's potty issues I can't help but be a bit skittish.

"...I don't like to get too political in the press."

So says whoeversheis Mischa Barton, who is now officially a citizen of the U.S.

Let's hope she really can keep her mouth shut, unlike so many other "actors" in Hollyweird.

Snort Worthy

From The Nose On Your Face:

Michael "Hee Hee Ow!" Jackson places his order.

Huzzah!!

ThirDee has a great post about a Civil War reenactor...who joined the military and is now serving in Iraq.

Capital!

Random Ewan McGregor picture post

Because we haven't seen much of Swooner Dreamboat lately...and what woman can resist a hot Scot in a kilt???

Remember...

A lady at church told me this once, and I think it's pretty good advice, especially for us bloggers:

"Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces."

Matthew 7:6

Gas Prices

See? Even Justin Timberlake is pissed off over these high gas prices!

Swiped from: The Superficial

I'm blogless

I just whined to Husband "I've got nothing to blog about today!"

He just got the computers back to where they were (read: dial-up), which took him most of the day to do.

I am quite without post matter at the moment, as I rushed off to Curves this morning after Son got on the bus. I think I prefer going early in the morning; there aren't as many women there that early in the morning.

Really a slow day around these parts. I decided to re-read Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series. I do that, re-read favorite books every other year or so.

With that, I shan't bore you any longer; I'm going back to my book.

Kennedy: The Author

Not to be outdone, Senator Ted Kennedy has penned a children's book. Taken from the latest issue of Nick Jr. Magazine:

"This month, the vote goes to Senator Edward M. Kennedy, for penning his debut children's book, My Senator and Me: A Dog's-Eye View of Washington, D.C. (Scholastic Press; ages 5+). This day-in-the-life tale of a hard day's work in Congress is told by Kennedy's real-life canine sidekick, Splash. Whimsically illustrated by Caldecott-winning artist David Small, the book is part historical, part political, and part doggone cute."

Frankly, this book would probably be better used as a pooper scooper. What say you?

FREEDOM!

No, not a Braveheart post...

I took the kids out for a ride tonight (yeah, waste of fuel, but I was bored, so shut up) and there's Son in the backseat chanting:

"Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart for freedom!"

Overandoverandoverandover...

That's a six-year-old boy for ya!

I'm bored and blogging; I'm waiting for Husband to get home from the trek up to his mother's. Apparently he's got something to tell me, so I'm waiting up. Not that I'm having trouble staying awake, but I'm doing some serious damage to my diet. It's not pretty, folks.

I'm also scrounging through ye olde photos of moi. A commenter suggested I post some college-era pics, so I'm looking.

Let's go back about 15 years

I was rummaging through some of the boxes in the basement today, looking for something, when I came across some notes and such from my college days. I thought I'd gotten rid of most of it, but there was an algebra book and my class notes and stuff. Oddly enough, I didn't doodle all that much, but I did love "John" a lot. And at one point I tried to list the eight parts of speech, but came up one short, whereupon I wrote DAMN in big letters.

I also came across a fat folder of grad school stuff. I had aspirations of becoming a counselor...you can see that didn't go too far. No extra stuff there; my brain was probably trying to get around the psychotherapy antecedents or whatever blah blah.

The really fun thing was finding a college yearbook from 1991. That was my junior year...and the year I turned 21. The really funny thing is that, when I looked at the Current Events section, I remembered Rosanne's butchery of the National Anthem but had dim memories of the Gulf War. And Husband took part in that. He's off serving his country and I'm half-tanked, scrounging for another Marlboro.

I drank heavily back then.

Which explains why I giggled to myself and kept saying "I drank with him! Oh, I had a crush on him! Oh, I drank there!"

But the hair! The rolled up pants! I loved that, by the way. I had that big hair and my pants were always rolled up "just so" with the slouchy socks. Don't forget the requisite leather jacket with the cuffs over our hands, and our classy Espirit bags.

It may look tacky now, but at least back then I was thin. I looked at some senior pictures and wondered if the one girl I saw whose major was secondary education/English (same as mine) was a bored, frustrated, blogging housewife too.

A hell of a way to spend a Saturday.

White Trashiest

Ah, you shoulda seen it: GroovyVic at her White Trash, oooey-goooey best.

Yesterday I took Son to the end of the driveway to catch the bus....in my jammies. But not just any jammies, oh no. These were men's flannel pajama pants and an oversized longsleeved t-shirt.

I also had raging bedhead. Be thankful I put on my K-Swiss tennies and not the rubber boots I usually pull on for such an event.

It was classic, I tells ya, classic.

New magazine for me

Screw you Vanity Fair, I've subscribed to the American Spectator!

You know what caught my attention? The fact that Hitlery heaps so much blame on this mag for the "vast right-wing conspiracy."

Yep, that was enough for me to sign up.

Grrrrrr.....

Yeah, I'm still in a bad mood. I got all fired up (read: pissed off) and called Verizon to see if they've got DSL out here yet. I was in a fighting mood, but you know what? I didn't take it out on the person on the other end of the phone. Nope, I calmed myself down and assured her that I knew she had no control over the situation. And I meant it, too.

But I still didn't feel better, so I called our satellite provider and was directed to HughesNet...only to find out that it costs a BUTTLOAD of $$$ to get high-speed Internet.

Dammit!

Got taken to task yet again for my post about hybrids. Goddammit, this is my feckin' space and I will say whatever the hell I want to, whether others like it or not. For the love of crap, if I can't sit here and throw out an occasional "Fah-Q" or "I love my SUV" stuff, then why the hell am I even doing this?

I'm in such a mood....I'd tear off my right arm for a cigarette right now. Or a candy bar...

So. Well, I'm going to clean up the kitchen and get some stuff done before Son gets home. I promised him Burper King tonight, since Dad won't be home. Tonight's "movie night" selection is SW Episode III, and you know I'll be drooling over that sweet piece of ass Ewan McGregor the whole time.

An open-handed bitch slap...

...to the reader who comes here and reads up, then reports to certain members of my estranged family.

Thanks a lot, you nosey c**t.

There's got to be a way

How in the hell does one get high speed Internets access out here in the boonies? We've tried to connect via my cell phone, but the damn thing boots us after about 10 minutes.

*sigh*

How many of you just love getting those "I read your blog, it's great! How 'bout a reciprocal link?"

I got one of those e-mails this morning, only to find it's an anti-Bush blog. Now, I'm going to say, yet again, that I don't agree with the man I voted for on everything (how many of you think he won't secure our borders because of Jeb's wife?), but I'm not going to link to some Bush bashing blog.

For crap's sake, I may as well link to those Kossacks.

Oh hey, we went to that home group last night, and my cellphone rang. (It was a wrong number.) The point is, my ringtone happens to be AC/DC...and there's my pastor sitting next to me. He told me to turn that off next time I'm in church. I looked at him and said "Well, it isn't Hell's Bells..."

If you're interested, the ringtone is "It's a long way to the top (if you wanna rock n' roll."

I'm in kind of a mood this morning, and why not, after I get booted off the Bluetooth stuff three feckin' times in a row.

Bastard Internets! Damn you Algore!!! Damn you to hell!

A Rant

WTF? Mumps????

What's the deal with Wal-Mart? I go up there and attempt to buy some Children's Motrin Cold for Daughter, who has a cold, and I'm greeted with little cards that I must pluck up and take to the pharmacy check-out.

The pharmacy doesn't open until 9 A.M., and it was 8:30! I was not going to fart around for a half hour. What. In the HELL! Is the problem? Is some brain dead moron using it to make meth? Thanks to those asshats I can't even get some sinus medications anymore...and I've got sinus issues!

I was pissed. I'm still pissed. Dammit.

As for Tom Cruise, well, yeah, I posted yesterday about the arrival of that baby, and I'm going to say here that I think Katie will be out on her cellulite dimpled rear pretty soon. Tom got what he wanted.

And is it me, or do some of those pictures taken over the past few months not even look like Holmes?

If I was her mother, I'd hightail it to LA and snatch my daughter and my granddaughter and hide them somewhere. Tom Cruise is ultra-creepy. Look how orgasmic he got over a placenta! I'll bet he'll write songs about poopy diapers.

Oh yeah, I'm tethered to the house today, waiting for a delivery man to bring out Brand New Retractable Awning. We'll use it on the deck, but first we have to get rid of all those bastard paper wasps. So I can't go anywhere today.

Yesterday I was in a "throw it all out" mood and tossed out thousands of dollars in MaryKay product. Lipstick, cheek color, eye color...buh-bye! I'd had some of the fragrance and stuff since I became a consultant - nine years ago. It was time to pitch that stuff, as I couldn't even give it away in good conscience. It was all at least three years old. I did, however, open up a lot of closet space.

Oh yeah, and Husband is going up to see his mom tomorrow, which means nothing to you, but to me it means I can't go to Curves tomorrow or Saturday. And before you tell me to go tonight, I'm going to say right here and now that we're going to that home Bible group tonight. Hey, I'd rather go to the school board meeting, but we really should go to the home group.

Not much of a rant, is it?

News!

Husband loves me...look what he e-mailed me:

Star Wars news!

It's an alien!

I mean, it's a girl.

And Cruise "was apparently dissuaded" from chowing down.

Culinary experts everywhere heave a collective sigh of relief.

Grody to the max!

Someone please tell me this is a joke.

If ever I needed an incentive to watch what I eat, this is it.

h/t: The Llama Butchers for linking this first.

Slim Today

Not me, not by a long shot. Last night I found out what four days and some jellybeans will do to my stamina. The Curves workout really kicked my butt.

No, blogging may be slim today. We're having computer issues again, and while I can blog and surf via a "workaround" that my husband set up, all my favorites and what not are a bit trickier to get to.

I feel so out of the loop because I wasn't able to read any of my favorite blogs yesterday...so today I'll be limping around Blogaritaville trying to get to everyone.

No hard hitting stuff today, I'm afraid. I did find an interesting little blurb in National Review that I thought about posting, we'll see how the day progresses.

Talkin' 'bout Kos

I forgot to mention that the latest issue of National Review has an article about, of all people, that little geekwhocouldn'tgetlaid Markos Moulilalalalaltatattitties...that Kos guy.

Is it just me or does he have that face that begs for a bitchslap?

Anyhoo, it was an interesting article that sparked up quite a conversation here in the Groovy household.

Did you know that Kos thinks we're cowards? Yeah.

"Liberal bloggers often bristle when they are described as 'angry.' But how would one describe Moulitsas's broadside, early this year, in which he attacked the War on Terror? The basis for that war, and for the Bush administration's efforts to prevent future terrorist attacks, is not, he wrote, a genunine concern for national security but, rather, conservative cowardice. 'Why are conservatives so afraid?' Moulitsas wrote, suggesting that real men wouldn't be scared of another 9/11-style attack. 'These blowhards pretend they are macho, even as they piddle on themselves in abject terror from every 'boo' that comes out of Osama bin Laden's mouth."

Coo-Coo!! Coo-Coo!!!

The Day After

Easter was good for us. The kids were up really early, like Christmas early, and while Son wanted to save his candy by putting it in the "candy bowl" (just what the name implies), Daughter dove right in. Oh well.

My parents were here when we got home from church. I set to work fixing dinner, and I'm amazed everything turned out as well as it did. I don't like to fix ham, I don't know why.

Husband is off to work and everyone else is still asleep. I'm trying to use this highspeed Internet connection that Husband set up through my cell phone. It would be fine if 1) I could get a consistent strong signal; 2) these g***d*** feckin' Windows updates wouldn't slow me down.

Time for coffee.

Happy Easter!

Jack Who?

All this talk about Jack Bauer and "24" makes me think I need to find a way to watch this program.

I'll need to start doing some kind of spritual dance so the stars can align and we can get some half-assed fuzzy reception of a FOX station.

Big Night Out

Alas, I did not watch the Tom Cruise interview on Primetime last night. We don't even get the local ABC station around here, and besides, we weren't home.

We took the younglings out for dinner and a movie. Dinner was Burper King, where we actually went in and sat down instead of going through the drive-thru. Yeah, we are a classy bunch. And so much for any kind of a diet I may have been on -- that TenderCrisp chicken sandwich and mozzarella sticks were calling to me. And yes, I indulged in the sweet devil Coca-Cola.

I could feel my arse expanding minute by minute.

Then the Groovy family was off to the drive-in to see Ice Age 2. Since Friday is "movie night" we went to the drive-in instead of waiting for the DVD to come out. It was pretty good! And the only upsets to the evening were Daughter finding and eating a crayon, which Husband got away from her pretty quick, and Son having to go "really bad." I opted to let him pee in front of La Tahoe instead of going to those drive-in facilities. Uck.

So, poop on Tom Cruise, I had better things to do.

Hate it

You know what I really don't like?

How hard boiled eggs make the refrigerator smell like a giant fart.

Yuck.

Linky Love

I'm loving what Agent BedHead's "Accidental Seriousness."

I think it's a great idea!

Something to do

While the eggs are a-boilin' I'm wandering through Blogaritaville, and BrianB has this interesting post about looking up your birthdate on Wikipedia.

So I did.

Like I told B, I already know that Paris The Skank Hilton shares my birthday, as well as Michael Jordan, but I did not know that:

1865 - American Civil War: Columbia, South Carolina burns as Confederate forces flee from advancing Union forces

1933 - The magazine Newsweek is published for the first time

1944 - World War II: Battle of Eniwetok Atoll begins. The battle ends in an American victory on February 22

1970 - GroovyVic is born and the world rejoices (tee hee!)

And who else was born on 2/17:

1942 - Huey P. Newton, American politicial activist (d. 1989) - oh my

1953 - Janice Dickinson, American model - yikes!

1963 - Larry the Cable Guy, American Comedian - YAY!!!

February 17 is also World Cabbage Day.

What ever....

Good Friday

Robert the Llama Butcher gets close to home

Almost literally, with this post about Dan Rice.

I don't know how the whole clown thing got started today, but Robbo found a way to link clowns and the Civil War...and I commented that HEY! I've actually participated in Dan Rice Days in Girard, PA. (Girard isn't too far from Erie, ya know.)

Anyhoo, yeah, we've been there. Dan Rice spent time in Girard, it's a big deal, there's a statue in the center of town the he put up. Why was I there? Well, as a Civil War reenactor, naturally.

Yeah, one year I mourned over my husband's "dead" body, and when a Confederate tried to take Husband's saber, I grabbed it and yelled "Get away, you Rebel scum!"

Caught up in the moment. Got to maintain the first person impression.

Something tells me I need to hightail it to Robert's area and take him out for a drink.

I'm ROCKIN'!!!!

See what I got today?

I'm going to start an AC/DC collection. I think I'm off to a good start.

Did you know that Angus, Malcolm, and Bon were all Scottish???

"Ring, ring you ain't nothin' but a thing"

Yeah, well, this "thing" has a starting bid price of $17,999.00.

Adopt ME!

Swooner Dreamboat and his wife have adopted a four-year-old girl from Mongolia.

Ah, Ewan, you are quite a man.

Adopt me!

Carnival? Try Freak Show!

LMC over at The Llama Butchers suggests starting up a "Carnival of Cindy."

A better name would be "Freak Show," considering who he's talking about.

Regarding the latest...

...about Britney Spears, I just want to say this: don't the highchairs on the market these days have straps to hold the kid in? Mine does. Not only that, but there is a bar across the chair itself, so that when the tray is off there is still something holding my kid in.

That's not to say that I don't fear Daughter may flip the chair forward, but then I don't leave her unattended either. Yes, sometimes I still put her in the highchair, like when she's eating spaghetti.

We all know accidents happen where our kids are concerned, accidents we would have never envisioned, but this? A broken highchair? Did she pick this up on a street corner?

I don't know, I'm at a loss, but something seems a bit off here.

Another argument FOR homeschooling

This time it's a science teacher in Alabama.

What. In the hell. Is a science teacher doing spewing his political tripe at kids?

Isn't he supposed to be talking about, I don't know, science?

Dumbass of the Week

I got to this a couple days late, but here's this week's Dumbass:

Ben Asslick

Workin' 9 to 5

When I was signing up and having my fat ass measured at Curves on Monday, the woman who was working with me mentioned that she has a degree and that she subs in some of the local schools. I mentioned that I also have a degree, in education, but that I haven't subbed in years, to which she informs me that when my youngest is in school all day I can get on some sub lists.

Done. She assumes I just want to go back to work.

But what if I don't? Does that make me a terrible person? What if I, for the most part, like being home?

See, here's the deal: Husband's job has the potential of taking him out of town, out of the country even, and early on this was an issue. He missed a lot of Son's first few years, and I think Husband feels bad about that. But I was always the constant in Son's life, always there. If I were to go back to work and Husband got activated, what then?

Am I selfish? Lazy? See, that "L" word bothers me, because I'm not lazy. Oh, I have my days, but don't we all? I like the fact that I can be here for my kids, know what's going on with them...for some reason I keep thinking back to when I was a teenager and I got into the booze at 14 because I could! No one was home to know what I was doing!

And now, with the Internet and all that crap out there...

I know there are moms out there who work outside the home, and I have nothing but respect for them. I wonder how they do it, how they can keep going after 5 o'clock. How do you do it, anyway???

This is not to say that I think I'm some hotshot perfect mom because I stay home. I get sick of the same old, I get cabin fever. I get annoyed with Dora and The Wonder Pets.

I'm so confused. And worried. What if Husband starts to resent me? Or think I'm lazy???

*sigh*

How GroovyVic Spent "The Big Bloggy Day"

Cleaning. That's how I spent the day.

Exercising, but already talked about that.

Farting around with, and forkin' up, my sidebar. I sought, and got, help and I'm going to think about that tomorrow.

Now, at this moment I'm contemplating what a commenter said about Lib bashing. Well, I did read "Help Mom! There Are Liberals Under My Bed!" to Son tonight. I even used the proper accents for, you know, Kennedy and Hitlery.

So, does that count?

Look at this:

I like Wham! so what? Shut up. And they have those groovy shirts on, so that sort of goes with My Big Bloggy Day.

So, here I am listening to Joe Satriani's Surfing with the Alien. You should listen to it too, it's really good. It takes me back to my college days...

Happy Bloggy Day to meeeeeeeee.....

Is this a sign?

I went to Curves tonight for the first time, and as soon as I pulled in to the parking lot I spotted a minivan with a bumper sticker that said "Bush Sucks."

Not good, considering I'm wearing a t-shirt with "Proud Wife of an Air National Guardsman!" emblazoned across my boobs.

I got looks from the owner of that minivan...not good looks, either.

But I will say this, I am very out of shape. I huffed, I puffed, I worked up a sweat. See what blogging has done to me? Tee hee...

As if that bumper sticker wasn't enough, I passed a car on the way home...a Toyota Prius. The driver looked at La Tahoe with a less than favorable glance. Oh well. I still left his little hybrid butt in the dust.

Hollywood Director Speaks Up

From The Washington Times:

Ron Maxwell speaks to President Bush.

(Cross posted at Code Red* Women for the Troops)

Uh-Oh

Should I be worried that this came up on SiteMeter:

"Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Iran"

Crap! They're after meeeeeeeee!!!

Fiddle Dee Dee Is A Year Old!

Yep, one year ago this blog came into being. Looking back on my first post, nothing has changed much, expcept for bitching about the G***D*** Libs. I did get slammed, so I've backed off on politics somewhat. I'm leaving that to those of you who actually have time to absorb some news!

But heck, the name changed a couple times before I settled on "Fiddle Dee Dee." Even the place I post at changed, and I have to say, I love it here. *kiss kiss smooch smooch*

It's been a fun year, and I love the fact that I've made new friends, and gotten a little recognition from other, more established bloggers (Llamas, to name one). I even got a pimp along the way!

Okay, so with that being said, I'm going to go have a celebratory coffee and wander around Blogaritaville.

I'm late

I'm late...for the party, that is. I've been so busy today!

I haven't been able to really do anything online when I did get a couple minutes to sit down, because Husband is trying to get us online with the new cellphones...which means we'd be using Internet Explorer...which means all these old bookmarks poppped up...like for that Lib blogger who handed me my ass one too many times. Why I had her bookmarked I'll never know. I was a glutton for punishment?

She wants all us Conservatives to "eat shit" by the way. Yeah, I went over there just for giggles, and there it was: "eat shit." Honey, should I eat that with a fork, spoon, or just lob it straight at you???

FOOD FIGHT!

Anyway, I just got done shampooing the carpet in the living room. My parents are coming down for Easter and this is as good a time as any to do that spring cleaning.

I'm sitting here now quite tired out, feeling like my house has somehow gotten away from me. Where did all this crap come from?

I also made a loaf of banana bread, which is now in the freezer for this weekend. I've got a lot to do this week...

Oh yeah, Fatty Fat Ass joined Curves this morning. I'm fat. Really.

I'm off to throw shit at Libs...

So, didja watch?

What happened on September 17? In 1862 it was the Battle of Antietam.

The History Channel has that "10 Days That Unexpectedly Changed America" thing on this week, and started the series with Antietam.

It was really cool; they juxtaposed actual photos (but used some from Petersburg too) with modern pictures that had been jiggered to look like 1860's photos.

*sigh*

Having been to that battlefield, and it's spring time...I really miss reenacting.

This Is Getting Ridiculous

From The Conservative Voice:

"Camouflage Deemed Racist"

Another argument for homeschooling...

This sentence caught my eye:

"If Old Glory offends you that much, you should have never come here in the first place."

Yeah!

This Day in History

Do you know what happened on this date?

Well, click here to find out one thing...

And watch the History Channel tonight to find out what happened on September 17.

Bully!

Anna has a great quote from my favorite president, Theodore Roosevelt.

Donate Used Cell Phones

(Cross posted at Code Red* Women for the Troops)

Since Husband and I got those new cellphones, we've got the old ones just sitting around, so I used (gasp!) Google to find out where we can donate our old, but still functional, cellphones.

I found this: Cell Phones for Soldiers. There is a state-by-state listing of drop-off points, and I found one that's only ten minutes from my house.

I feel good about this!

"You should be in the movies!"

That's what Husband said to me a few minutes ago.

I just happen to be in my nightgown, and when I moved my leg I said:

"Look! I'm Sharon Stone!"

Use your imagination...

Suck It!

Tom Cruise has gotten Katie Holmes a binky to chew on while she's in labor.

Pardon my French, but JAYSUS H. KEY-RHIST!!!

And, is it me, or does the photo that accompanies this story look sort of, well, like a pillow stuffed up someone's shirt?

Great googly moogly.

House for Rent!

My mother got my interest up about a house for rent up in PA. We're wondering if it's my old house. See, there was quite a dust-up with the people who bought it, and after all that bullcrap, I wonder if now they're turning around and renting it.

For $700/month.

If you knew the area, you'd know this is a ridiculous price.

I tried to call the number but got voice mail. I tried to look up the number in the Internets, but found nothing. So, one can only guess it's a cellphone.

Anyone wanna call, just for the hell of it?? E-mail me, I'll send you the number.

It's raining, I've got nothing better to do!

GroovyVic gets a Star Trek phone

Husband brought home the new cellphones yesterday. I get the ultra-groovy clamshell...inspired by Star Trek!

Yeah, I know. But it's cool looking. Who cares that I never actually use my cellphone unless there's some dire emergency.

But I lost my groovy ringtone! I had "Lolly Lolly Lolly get your adverbs here" as my tone, and hey, I liked it! Husband and I are going to try to get the ringtone issue resolved this weekend...and if I can get it to work, I'm going to try to get Scarlett on the display. The one over there, on the left...my favorite "red pose."

So now I can be like Captain Kirk with my groovy new phone. Hopefully this one won't go flying across Kroger like the last one did.

Movies. Just movies.

Tonight is movie night in the Groovy home. We started this up when Son was really sick a few weeks ago -- sick and bored out of his mind. Since we have more movies than Blockbuster (thanks to my late father who didn't believe in renting) we had no problem finding stuff to watch, even stuff suitable for the younglings.

Last week we watched Chicken Little. Have you seen that? I really liked it! I laughed and laughed; I loved Runt.

And last weekend was a Free Preview of Showtime. They should have called it
"We're going to show all the sucky movies, but pay for this crap, willya?" I found one, ONE, good movie to watch: Tombstone. Even though I already own the movie and have watched it a billion times (because I LOVE IT). Who wouldn't want to watch Kurt Russell smack BillyBob Thorton in the mouth?

"Are you gonna do something or just stand there and bleed?"

Anyway, I'm at a loss today as to what to show. See, I have some Easter movies, but I was saving those for next weekend, so I' planning to go up to Blockbuster today. Husband wants me to try to get Narnia...but since it just came out I doubt I'll be able to. To be honest, I wasn't all hopped up to see it when it first came out to theaters, and I'm not too psyched now. Husband can't even get Son interested!

I've got to find something, though. Even Son won't let me watch SW Episode III one more time. I guess he's getting tired of me pausing on Swooner Dreamboat. (Who should be nudenakednude in this movie anyway.)

Sweatin' with the Dyson

I know you're all dying to know that I cleaned Daughter's room this morning. My mother would be so proud -- I had both vacuums going! I learned at the foot of the master, I'll tell you.

Anyway, since Husband and I gleaned through Daughter's toys last night, I had no excuse not to clean her room, and I worked up a sweat doing it. I love that Dyson, I can't believe how much crap it picked up!

Update on the kids' health: Daughter had a pretty bad rash on her bum, but this morning it looks better, thanks to some medicated butt cream I found. Son, well, what can I say about him except he slept about 18 hours yesterday. He went to bed at noon, got up at four, ate a little, drank some juice, and went back to bed shortly after six in the evening. He got up at 7:00 this morning very well rested.

What astounds me is that he had a fever of 102 last night. I checked on him numerous times during the night, and by three this morning the fever had broken, but boy was Son a sweaty mess.

I never thought I'd say this, but I can't wait for school to be done for the year so that poor kid can get healthy again!

I've seen everything

Brit Hume just defined what a "wedgie" is. You could just tell he loved reading that off the Teleprompter.

Now I've seen, and heard, it all.

*snort*

Healthy Debate

One of my favorite bloggers opened up her comments to opinions on giving kids cellphones.

I put my two cents in; apparently I "hogged" comment space...sorry "Bob."

Anyway, my two comments aside, it's an interesting discussion. But like I said, I can't even stand my cellphone, half the time the damn thing doesn't get a signal and now the buttons don't even work. Well, I did drop it, that might explain it.

More Snorts

From Potfry: A case of mistaken identity??

Snort Worthy

How could I not post this?

My insulting name is Valdoonican'slovechild Llamaswallower!
What's yours?

"I don't wanna miss a thing..."

"Embrace the horror!"

I'm ashamed to admit that Armageddon is one of my favorite movies. Even though I loathe Ben Affleck and Owen Wilson, I watch this movie over and over.

So imagine my surprise when Gary links to....

THIS!!!

Wanna play doctor?

The medical kind...get your mind out of the gutter!

Daughter has, um, er, "unpleasantness" in her diaper and Son has a stomach ache and he says "I won't make it through school today." So he's home today.

And now I'm the one with dizzy spells. This should be a fun day.

Okay, So???

I stopped watching the Today show for several reasons, but chief among them was Katie Crapic's Liberal perkiness. I may, however, tune in this morning to watch her make her big announcement.

I'm so rural I don't even get the local CBS station unless the stars are aligned properly, and we don't get networks like ABC and so forth on our satellite. Damn DirecTV. But woo hoo! I won't have to worry about watching her anymore!!

UPDATE: So, yeah, I tuned in to watch her announcement. Blah blah blah...she's leaving...blah blah blah...she'll miss...blah blah blah....

If you could have seen me at 7:30 this morning you would have seen me shaking my ample arse at the TV while blowing raspberries. It was such a touching, sentimental moment.

Like this would help

Once again, political advice from Hollyweird.

According to Susan Sarandon, we should have international oversight in our next election.

*sigh*

Yeah, that's just what we need, some American hating country coming in and overseeing our election. Talk about fraud!!!

And I say...!!!

While I'm up here on my soapbox this morning....(and what a view, I must say!)...

Wuzzadem linked to this and he's instructed us unwashed masses to link to it also. I read it, I'm gonna do something about it now that I'm all riled up, and you should at least read this article.

"...relatively minor significance..."

Gettysburg's Borough Council voted yes to a gambling casino.

They justify this by saying they'll get all kinds of money, which will build up the police force and reduce property taxes.

Having been one of those people who's wandered the fields in a hoop skirt, I have to wonder why the tourist trade isn't enough.

According to the linked article:

"The site of the proposed casino is of relatively minor significance - some Confederate troops gathered there before heading off to fight in the three-day battle that turned the tide of the Civil War."

Minor significance??? Oh boy, I'm sure a lot of Southerners with Confederate ancestors would say differently.

I'm annoyed that my favorite place may become a haven for gambling. Hey, I've already contributed a lot of money to blow up that tower, and I'm ready to send money and support to stop a casino. I'll write letters to "Fast Eddie" Rendell...I'll even go to Harrisburg with the CWPT if I have to!

"Some residents are worried about the traffic and crime that gamblers could bring to Gettysburg. Others say a casino is an insult to the solemn battlefields, where many dead soldiers are buried."

If we don't work to save this and other battlefields, what will we have left for future generations? I've seen the sprawl in VA and it's disgusting. We have revisionist historians, those that want to gloss over all the things, good and bad, that made this country what it is, and by destroying pieces of our history...well, that's like denying anything ever happened.

No thanks

Gary saw BI2 and apparently didn't like it.

So the director thinks that us uptight Christian conservatives are to blame for this movie going over like yesterday's diaper???

Look, Paul Whateveryernameis, if I want to look at naked women performing sex acts, I'll pop in my Jenna Jameson and Juli Ashton movies.

Yeah, I've got that stuff. Gotta problem?

I think the fact that Sharon Stone shot off her mouth prior to the film's release may have something to do with the box office receipts. And, maybe the movie just sucks ass?

Since I've no intention of seeing it, I shouldn't comment, but that jughead who blamed the current administration needs to face some reality.

Reading my mind

MotherGooseMouse must have somehow gotten inside my head.

Her post about being a mother, and her doubts about said role, is exactly what's been going through my mind for the last six and a half years.

I remember holding Son in the hospital and thinking "I want to give him back. I can't do this! It's a mistake!" I even wailed to my sister when I was seven months pregnant, "It's a mistake for me to have a baby!" To which she calmly told me that no baby is a mistake.

No book or magazine I read (and I read a lot) when I was pregnant prepared me for the experience of motherhood. Oh sure, I knew it would be yucky for me and tiring, but I was in no way prepared for the bone crushing tiredness I felt. Or the overwhelming anxiousness I felt all the time...and still feel. The worry never goes away.

True, by the time Daughter came along I was more prepared, more comfortable with having a baby. I was calmer, at least.

But I've never been a fan of kids. Until I had my own. I love my kids, but I won't be winning any June Cleaver Mother of the Year awards any time soon.

Ugh, this is just wrong

Jerry Garcia's toilet has been stolen.

Why...ick...ugh...who in the hell...why would anyone want someone's toilet???

I mean, I like Ewan McGregor and all, but I'm not going to pay for, or even steal, his toilet. Gross. I clean those things, man, I don't steal them.

That's some whacked out fan.

There's no need to fear...

Underdog is here!

*sigh*

A big-screen version of Underdog. This is getting weird.

Ted Kennedy is dead

April Fool!

Not the Ted Kennedy...that's what I called the skunk that's been digging around my yard. He met his maker thanks to an automobile -- a fitting end, don't you think?

Kept my mouth shut

Write this one down: GroovyVic actually kept her mouth shut and didn't rise to provocation. From her pastor.

We were at our home Bible group the other night, and I'd brought up the subject of oxymorons. The pastor and his wife are in this group too, and he started telling a story of how he won a burrito for thinking up the best oxymoron. (He prefaced this story by saying this was in a very Liberal town in Kansas.)

So, he looks right at me and says "Reagan memoirs!"

I said "That's so wrong!" but I also put my head down and refused to say another word to him. That was a really dumb comment on his part...did I insult his mother?

I could be getting my dander up for no reason, but I suspect Mr. PastorMan may lean to the Left a bit...but I can't be sure.