Finished!

The house is as clean as it's going to get. One of the BIL's will be here tomorrow; I fear he'll get here before I get back from my haircut, and I won't have gotten the beds made or done that last run with the vacuum.

Oh well. We do live here, deal with it.

Think of Laura

I'll admit it, I'm really excited to see Luke and Laura back together, if only for a short time.

Hello? Luke and Laura? Only the first, and best, SuperCouple of daytime TV.

And did you see Wednesday's episode when Luke went to visit Laura in the sanitarium? I was just in tears.

Okay, so I'm back to watching General Hospital, so what? I've said before the the fact that Rick Springfield was back had something to do with it.

And now, well, I'm hooked again.

Yes, I did watch The Wedding twenty-five years ago...

My Civil War Post

Today is June 30...tomorrow is July 1. Well, tomorrow is "The First Day" of The Battle of Gettysburg, so in honor of that I give you Sam Elliot as Buford.

It should go without saying that, since I can't actually be in Gettysburg this weekend, I'll be watching this...making fun of the fake facial hair, but I still get choked up during Pickett's Charge.

Snort Worthy

Actually, this made me laugh out loud. Who doesn't like to give a good wedgie???

Swiped from Gary

Love to chat, but...

I've got to bake COOKIES! Chocolate Gooey Butter Cookies, to be exact.

And I've still got to shampoo the carpets...

Not much going on anyway...

(Gross) NewsFlash

Hold on to your breakfast, lovies:

Joe Biden has sex with his wife. When the kids are asleep. (Duh, like he'd do it when they were awake?)

Like a great man said, better that Biden screws his wife than us!

Yeeesh.

Grocery store hijinks

You'll love this. Picture it:

I'm all done checking out at Kroger and somehow can't fit all the bags into the cart. Well, I could, but then I'd crush the eggs and bread. Anyway, I steer the heavily burdened cart out with one hand and my hips, while carrying a bag containing eggs and a rather large pizza that won't fit any bag with the other hand.

Hilarity ensues!

As I'm passing through the whooshing automatic doors, a young man (who, I believe, is the step-son of one of the church Elders...grrr) notices me and asks if I need help. (He also "ma'am-ed" me...grrrr.) I gave him a cheery NO and moved on.

Then a bag with the potato chips started to slip, I made a grab, the cart went careening out of my hands, and the pizza fell out of the box, on to the ground.

No worries, the pizza was uncooked and well wrapped in plastic, but still.

I had to try to get the cart under control first, before it hit a car, and then try to get that damn pizza before a minivan rolled over it.

But HARK! I hear the slap-slap of sneakers on asphalt as The Young Man rushes over the grab my pizza, whereupon he put it back in the box and asked if I could handle everything. I said yes, and moved on to La Tahoe to load up.

Am I humiliated? No! I live to make an ass out of myself, don't you know that by now?

No, actually I was still seething over these women who stand in the middle of the damn aisle, making it impossible to move past them, and then they look at you like "What's your problem?" But, then, I gripe about that every week.

And I was in a hurry to get home...since I had all this perishable stuff and all. And I was grinding my teeth a bit because I had to buy extra stuff to prepare for the weekend...and I forgot the damn fruit snacks for the younglings!

Anticipation is making me wait

Today I have to take The Junior Miss to the ear doctor. It's just a check to make sure her ear tubes are still in there and that everything looks good.

I hate going there. Why? Because I'm one of these anal mothers who likes to be on time, if not at least fifteen minutes early, to all doctor appointments. That's just a thing I have.

So today I'll be "Johnny-On-The-Spot" and get to the office at 9:00 A.M. for a 9:15 appointment. Only I'll have to sit and wait and watch Regis and Kelly (barf) and keep the younglings in check...for at least 45 minutes before we'll even get called back.

Then it's sit and wait in the exam room for about 10 minutes! Then the doc struts in, looks at Daughter's ears, pronounces them perfect, and shoos us out. This process doesn't even take five minutes.

Then we get a bill for what our insurance (Tricare, thankew) didn't cover, and see that we got charged an outrageous amount for what, less than five minutes with the doc?

You can see why I get disgusted.

But! Daughter's ears are now perfect, she can hear and speak, which is a hell of a lot better than she was a year ago!

LATER THE SAME DAY: We waited for an hour. But! The doctor took the tube out of Daughter's left ear! It was gross, I shan't go into detail. The right ear, though, still has the tube in; apparently is hasn't fallen out yet. So, we're down to just one ear plug at bathtime!

Take THAT Jessica Simpson!

Even though I think making a big-screen version of Dallas ("sallad" backwards!) is tacky, it's good to know that Jessica Simpson won't be playing the role of Lucy.

Nope. That role goes to David "I Think I Love You" Cassidy's daughter Katie.

All well and good, I say, but what's next?

"get a wiggle on"

Robert over at The Llama Butchers had a Civil War post today, to which I asked if he's going to do the Gettysburg posting, or should I?

This weekend, baybee! I've got to get a wiggle on and find some good pictures (ones that do not include yours truly, looking like a boy in a dress).

Slainte!

Having been immersed, so to speak, in all things Scottish over the past couple months - re-reading the Outlander series - I was pleasantly suprised to open my copy of The American Spectator yesterday and see an article entitled "A Wee Dram of Scotland." (I couldn't find it on The American Spectator website today.)

Anyway....an article all about Scotch. It was informative! I ran down to the basement and found my bottle of Teacher's Scotch Whisky (given to me when I - duh - got my teaching degree) and, well, had a "wee dram." Teacher's is, however, blended whisky, not single malt, which is supposed to be gaining popularity again.

I wonder if I can find a bottle of Glenlivet?

Oh yeah, Slainte is Gealic for cheers!

Entertainment Ideas

Parents, are you at your wits' end with your kids home from school? Here's a fun way to keep them entertained: move your furniture around and watch the fun begin.

In an attempt to clean the house for the upcoming weekend, I ripped the living room apart to Dyson the room up. I moved the couch away from the wall and ripped it apart so I could, you know, flip the cushions and what not, and you would have thought I'd given the younglings a new toy. They were jumping around having a wild time in this new open space.

Well....it's cheap, and it got them out of my way so I could get the cleaning done.

As for that hiring out comment....I'll have to consider that. I mean, you know, mileage, cost of rug shampoo and all that.

Oh, good grief

Michael "Hee Hee OW!" Jackson to move to Ireland?

Ugh, that will curdle your cream.

She's got the looks that kill

Not really, but the devil was on my shoulder yesterday in church when I shot nasty looks at the back of one of the Elder's heads. It wasn't even a nasty look, so much as a look of bewilderment.

Two of the other Elders came up and were all nicey nice to me, doling out hugs and handshakes. I was nice right back; no point in making a situation worse. We wound up going to church twice yesterday, but the afternoon visit was just a prayer circle. I found out that the Pastor has to venture off and will be a mere half hour from where my sister lives. I told him to pop by and have a chat.

Basically it was a lazy weekend, spent storing my energy for this week. I've got company coming this weekend and I've got to cleancleanclean!! The real bugger in all this is the ultra humidity. How can I shampoo the carpets and open the windows if it's so humid? The wet carpets will never dry. I'm hoping for a semi-dry day sometime this week....and I've got to get the windows clean. And I've got to cook!

Anyway....that's about all I have to say about that.

TheWedding Singer?

Call him Crooner Dreamboat now; Ewan McGregor may be singing at Nicole Kidman's wedding this weekend.

It makes me wonder if Keith Urban is going to sing one of his songs?

Perhaps he'll borrow from Toby Keith...

"Let's get drunk and be somebody!"

Ha ha ha ha...

But still, MAN! Ewan in a KILT!

Snort Worthy

Curtsies to Steve for linking this one:

The Maines bitch of The Bitches Three can't figure out the NYC subway system.

A Matter of Faith

Robert the Llama Butcher has been blogging about his fellow Episcopalians with heartfelt honesty and conviction, summing it up with:

"I am deeply, deeply saddened by this whole wretched business."

Now, admittedly, I'm not a "Whiskypalian," and I haven't been keeping up to speed on the issues this particular denomination is facing, but I wonder...what does this upheaval do to one's faith?

Robbo said "this whole wretched business." This gets me to wondering why politics can't just be left at the doorstep. Perhaps I'm naive, but this is church, a very personal and emotional place and issue for people of faith.

Does Robbo bristle at someone dictating what his church as a whole is to believe and how to run things? Dare I ask, does God want this?

Without going into detail, in order to respect privacy, this past week or so has been a time of upheaval, emotions, and frustration for the members of the church I attend. At the heart of this is the church itself. Aren't we, the congregation, the church? Don't we deserve to know what's going on?

With all that's been going on, all that's been said and not said, I have to admit that my faith in the church itself has been shaken. Why, after all this, would anyone even want to attend Sunday services, knowing that certain individuals can pull the rug out from under you without an apparent cause?

I really wish I could go into more detail.

To Robert I say, keep praying. As for me, I'll do the same. There's a meeting tonight that hopefully will shed some light on the issue my church is facing. It saddens me, because Husband and I found a church that we both felt comfortable and welcome in, but now I'm starting to feel like just another contributer to the mortgage payment.

A Fluff Piece

Whatever the hell this is about...

Personally, I prefer to eat it right out of the jar.

I'm gettin' SNIPPY!

Mr. Atoz makes a stunningly accurate comparison between Algore and the man who should portray the inventer of these here Internets in the story of his life.

More Swooner Dreamboat news

Okay, I'll admit it, I'm not a fan of Moulin Rouge!, Ewan McGregor or not. Now there's new that it's going to be put on stage on London's West End.

Well now! The chance to see my Swooner Dreamboat LIVE might entice me to get a passport and jet overseas.

Oh, who the hell am I kidding? If I had a passport and the money I'd be over there now looking for that sweet Scot.

Well, DUH!

I'd rather talk to someone who sounded like Swooner Dreamboat too.

I Am Here!

Yeah, I haven't posted much today, so what?

I spent a good portion (two and a half hours) on the phone with a friend of mine this morning, which, if you're interested, seems to be the battery life on my cordless phone. We were discussing this and that; our kids are in the same grade, so we have a lot to talk about where this school district is concerned.

Then I took the kids out to lunch.

Then we came home, the kids napped, and I watched Paula Deen.

My uber-sexy dress for Husband's "big dinner" arrived today. It's red! I don't have to wear pantyhose with it! It matches the cute red heels I have! Yay me! I intend to stand out in a sea of blue...

But the best thing is that in this dress I can see that going to Curves is really paying off. (Shameless plug for Curves!)

All Done

Son just finished his book reports -- all twelve of them! He did a really good job on them, and I'm so proud of him for being so motivated.

Now he's going through the Comprehensive Curriculum book for second grade. He keeps saying "this is easy! this is so easy!" He'll probably have both the second grade workbooks done in about two weeks.

It's not that funny

This story about a deer getting into someone's house isn't all that funny. In fact, it's one of my fears!

And seeing as how last night we had a possum peeking through our sliding doors, I should have reason to be a bit afraid.

No. Just NO!

"News" that Ben Asslick is being considered for the title role in the big screen version of Magnum P.I.

My life is "off the record"

Agent Bedhead re-posted this timely analysis of blogging bloggers who blog, and once again I have to wonder if she's managed to crawl into my brain.

My GAWD! She's writing about me!

But what she didn't mention, and I've run into a lot, is the constant refrain of "DON'T PUT THIS IN YOUR BLOG!" I hear that from all my none blogging friends and family...which is just about everyone in my world.

And if I do want to blog about something, I ask for permission first. Like, "can I quote you? May I blog about this?"

Cover my ass, you know.

Post-Father's Day Movie Review

Since yesterday was a day for fathers, Husband basically called the shots, and his call was to do as little as possible. Fine by me!

We'd started watching a movie while we were in Columbus, but didn't get to finish or even find out the title. Husband was hooked, so I trudged to Blockbuster last week to find the movie for him as part of his father's day gift.

That movie was King Arthur.

Now, I had a heaping helping of all things British when I was in college (English major, remember), so I became a bit of an Anglo-phile there, with a special interest in the Arthurian legend.

I've seen Excalibur, I've read The Mists of Avalon and liked that point of view, but this movie was pretty good. Sure, Merlin was there, but it wasn't all that supernatural stuff, all oogie-boogie hocus pocus.

My the one sticking point for me was Keira Knightley. She's a good actress, I just can't stand that mouth of hers. Always pursed...ugh.

As for Husband, he liked it too.

Happy Fathers' Day!

Happy Day to all you dads out there!!

Husband's "day" actually got started yesterday when he hopped on the tractor to brush-hog "the back 40," and then settled in to watch a Sharpe's movie last night.

The White Stripe

Tanning beds are for thin people. How did I come to this realization? When I saw the white stripe down my back.

I'm not fat, despite what I may say here, but for what ever reason, my back doesn't lay flat on the tanning bed. Maybe I tense up, I don't know, but my spinal area is bright, glaring white.

Better than yellow, right?

But, after just two days I have some good color in my face. And then this morning a deer fly bit me on my chin. It's hideous.

Good Grief

The Dixie Bitches are now taking advice from The Prince of F***ing Darkness, Ozzy Osbourne.

Jeez, what's next? Are the Bitches Three going to go pee on the White House...like Ozzy whizzed on The Alamo?

Yeah, okay, I'd take a lot of advice from Ozzy. Love his music, but give me a break.

The End of My Youth

My mother just told me that my 1984 Buick Regal has been sold.

*sniff*

I haven't driven "my baby" in almost ten years, and she's sat out and basically started to rot, but still...

If our scanner was working I'd post a picture of my baby, but alas...

My mom and step-father gave me that car for Christmas in 1991 when I was about to start my student teaching. God I loved that car! If that car could talk! I had an unfortunate run-in with a deer three days before I graduated, but my parents and I worked an entire Fourth of July weekend to repair the front end, including putting a new hood on it.

I asked my mom if the car smelled like an old ashtray when she opened the door and she said no; I guess that air freshener I put in there really worked. She is going send me the contents of the glove compartment, which includes my parking permit from college.

I don't know why I feel so sad, I mean, I haven't driven that car in so long and I kept telling my mom to sell it. (Techincally it's her car anyway.)

So, now my parents are down to two Regals, both '87's. I would love to get my hands on my mom's silver Regal and juice it up. (My step-father got me started on the whole car thing.) The other Regal, the blue one, is okay too, but I think they'd like to get rid of that one before they move.

I'm glad I'm three hours away now; I'm such a sap I'd probably bawl like a baby when my folks signed over the title.

Out of the mouths of babes

Today Son told me he wanted to have "family night" tonight.

Family Night has sort of expanded out over the entire week now that the weather is so nice. We used to just have movie night on Fridays, but now we try to do something every night of the week.

No, we aren't having potato sack races ala The Brady Bunch, but we are going outside and getting active. This includes showing Son how to throw a frisbee, and Daughter somehow getting into the poison ivy. (Her blisters are drying up and she hasn't shown any major discomfort.)

I mention this because Son got pretty adamant about wanting me to stick around tonight. I usually go up to Curves shortly after Husband gets home, but this week I haven't because, well, I've either not had a vehicle or I've just flat out not wanted to go.

I wonder, will Son keep these "family nights" as great memories? Will these be something that give him a sense of security and comfort? I never had anything like this when I was growing up, and to my knowledge neither did Husband. I like it, don't get me wrong; not going up to Curves isn't going to kill me, and I'd rather spend the time with my family.

Last night Son and Daughter curled up with Husband on the couch while watching cartoons. I looked at that and thought how great it is that my kids love their father so much, and how their relationship with their dad will be so much better than the one I had (or didn't have) with my dad.

Words to Live By

Great quote from Theodore Roosevelt from A Rose By Any Other Name.

Random Ewan McGregor picture post

I'm at a bloggy loss today, and we haven't seen Swooner Dreamboat in a while.

And I would really like a cigarette...

Sith Happens

That's right, lefty crybabies. Get over it!

Loving Gary's take on this "Fitz-mas" bullshit.

Dean Martin Festival

The Dean Martin Festival, in Martin's hometown of Steubenville, OH, will be held June 15-18.

So come on out to Steubenville.

More like "Daily Gag"

Commentary from The Conservative Voice regarding Markos Moulitatatatatas.

As if the actual website doesn't make me want to tear out my hair...and puke...I read the breathy, almost lustful, descriptions of everyone's least favorite conspiracy theorist:

"Ana Marie Cox, the Internet potty-mouth turned Time magazine reporter, breathes shallowly and does her lipstick: 'Compact and wiry, Moulitsas, 34, exudes quivering intensity. He speaks in staccato paragraphs, punctuated by intense stares and a raised eyebrow. His eyes bulge slightly outward, as if reacting to the pressure of all the ideas inside his head.'"

Blech. *gag* *urp*

Here comes breakfast...

Yeah, well, if this guy is the shit, then why did he only get 1000 tinfoil hatted people at his Yearly Ass, I mean Kos, thing?

I saw that little buttsniffer on the news Sunday morning. I changed the channel because I didn't want my children exposed to such TRASH.

At My White Trash Best

Okay, parents, how trashy is this? Son had to pee while we were in the parking lot at the Chinese restaurant. So I said, go in the parking lot. So he did.

Now, he's six and not a big kid, so was this like, wrong? Is it wrong that I let Son just "whip it out" and pee whenever he has too?

Odd question, isn't it? But it would be one thing if it had been Husband, know what I mean?

The Good, The Bad, and The Groovy

The Good:

Husband got the day off because Son had a doctor's appointment today, and as I am sans auto, we needed a ride. Son is healthy! Son is gaining weight! We should be drinking 2% milk!

We got groceries after seeing the doc, which was not all that bad, as Husband kept the younglings entertained (at one point we were dancing to a Ringo Starr song) so I could find what we needed.

I got all the laundry done yesterday!

La Tahoe is done; we'll pick it up later this afternoon.

The Bad:

I was sans auto today, did you not catch that? I hate not having my mode of transportation; I couldn't escape up to Curves last night! And before you ask, no I cannot just drive Husband's car. It is a standard...and I can't do the clutch and the gas pedal...yes, I'm challenged that way.

The bright side to this is that our mechanic said he could work on La Tahoe ASAP, and that what happened to the brake rotor is fairly common. Usually, he said, both rotors break, not just one. So we were really lucky. And he couldn't believe we drove all the way from Columbus like that. (Two hours and 45 minutes, if you care to know.)

The Groovy:

We got Chinese for lunch! And I snuck a package of Healthy Choice fudge bars into the cart. If you have not tried these, you should. They are so yummy! And low calorie!!

Snort Worthy

Two from The Nose On Your Face that made me giggle:

Why Zarqawi was the man he was;

and

Suggested book titles for Ann Coulter.

I found this!

I didn't find any llamas, but I did find a jawa.

See, I'm always thinking about you bloggers!

Travel Blogging

We have returned from the state capitol, without too much damage.

I'll say this: I'm glad we hit Columbus on a weekend, because I wouldn't want to be downtown during the week!

We did some unexpected exploring, due to the consequences of my gender and poor planning on my part. Let that be all that's said about that!

The hotel was, if you can believe this, right behind the Ohio Republican Party! I took this as a good sign, and Husband even took a picture of the sign for me.

Now, on to that Star Wars exhibit...

If you go when it comes to your city, I will tell you this: if you decide to do the Milennium Falcon thing, be prepared to wait. And wait. And wait some more. Only four people can go in this thing at a time, and while the whole idea of traveling waaaaay outside the known limits of space was intresting, at four and a half minutes I have to wonder if it was worth it. Even if they did do that "jump to light speed" thing.

But the stuff on display! Costumes! They said these were actual costumes....and if that was true then Samuel L. Jackson is a very tall man. And Ewan McGregor would be the same height as me! Woooooooo!

Now, can you imagine that Swooner Dreamboat actually had this on? It gave me a thrill, let me say. He must have average sized feet too...

Anyway, that was Saturday. Today we went to the Columbus Zoo, taking a roundabout route, somehow winding up at The Ohio State University campus, whereupon we chanced to see "The Horseshoe." The last time I was there, Tom Tupa was the quarterback for the Buckeyes, so what does that tell you?

The zoo was BIG. No llamas, though, dammit!

Not long after we left the zoo, as we were coming to a stop, we heard a BOOM and thought "that's not good," and it wasn't. The front left rotor is shot to hell. So, La Tahoe (that bastard) will be going in to the shop tomorrow. But we made it home.

In sum, I hate people. Okay, I hate crowds. I'm amazed at how parents will just let their kids run wild like hooligans, not trying to keep any control on them. And they're rude little bastards, too.

Ah, my mind is swirling with all that needs to be done. And I'm tired.

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Just Stuff

I hate packing to go anywhere. Why? Because yours truly has to pack for herself and the younglings. It's especially crappy because I have to remember the earplugs, sippy cups, diapers...for Daughter, that is.

And packing with kids underfoot is no fun either.

Yes, I'm in a mood today.

Son has been out of school for a week and already I'm losing it. He wants to watch dinosaur DVD's, which is fine, but Daughter pitches a fit. I tried to set Son up to watch his program on my laptop, but Daughter threw a tantrum, so now he's watching it on the TV. I have no problem with this, but it does get a bit mind numbing after a while.

Son is officially a second grader. We got his final report card yesterday and he got straight A's. We're pretty proud of him. He also got his College Camp for Kids info yesterday, and they're having a "Dino Digs" class...which Son just about fell off his chair over. He could teach the class! I sent in his registration today.

The community college is also offering...wait for it...Spanish classes! Trying to tell us something, hmmm??

Oh well.

Aside from the news that US Forces got The Grand Tampon, I'd like to share the news that I have no cavities. Hey, that's news!

It's Thursday...

...and I'm awake. I'm showered, dressed, and ready to go. Why so early, you ask? I have an early dentist appointment...which won't be pretty as I've blown off going for the better part of two years. I'm not looking forward to this.

BUT! Hey! It's someone's birthday today!

Yes, today is Barbara Bush's b-day.

I was going to talk about how it's Nick Rhodes' birthday (of Duran Duran) and how he's 43 and maybe it's time to give up the makeup, but somehow I didn't feel like giving him that much blog time.

Oh yeah, it's also Kanye West's birthday, but I don't care.

Talkin' Insurance

Well, I'm not going to talk about insurance here, but this morning I had to go talk the talk with my insurance agent. I would say that we discussed the policies for about five minutes. The rest of the time we talked world events.

My insurance agent is anti-Bush. Pro-Hillary. He said it was a shame the way everyone was beating on Hillary. I rolled my eyes on that one.

I got out of there in a hurry and tried to keep my mouth shut. (How I wished I had David Drake with me, though). I was afraid if I mouthed off too much my agent would raise my premiums through the roof!

Happy Birthday!

Today is the birthday of Steubenville, OH's favorite son, Dean Martin.

Have a drink and sing "That's Amore"!

Some advice for Jennifer Aniston

Jen, sweetheart, look. Guys don't like it when you blubber and wail over past relationships.

Trust me, Jen, while Vince may have told you it was okay to cry, deep down he probably thought "Jesus Christ, what the hell have I signed on for?"

And that business about "that could have been my baby" is just creepy. GET OVER IT. You've got Vince Frikkin' Vaughn right in front of you and you're weeping over Brad ArmPitt? Ugh, child, for someone so pretty you sure are an idiot.

Cry some more, go ahead. Do that and watch Vince run as fast and as far as he can!

Metal Blogging

Thanks to Metal Month on VH1, I went out and got The Essential Iron Maiden.

Yes, there are some tracks with Paul Di'anno, the first lead singer, but my loyalties lie with Bruce Dickinson.

Soooo....today I shall be blasting The Number of the Beast and doing some headbanging.

Movie Blogging - Sort Of

I don't know just what to think about this post, to be honest, but I thought the
P.J. O'Rourke quote rocked.

Even More - Politicians as Women

Just what we needed on 6/6/06.

Getting ready for the weekend

Yes, I know it's only Monday, but I'm getting ready for the weekend. We're going to take the kids to see Star Wars: Where Science Meets Imagination.

I hope we have good weather, as the hotel we're staying at has an outdoor pool, and I'd like to try to take the younglings to the zoo as well.

It should be fun. I hope La Tahoe (that big bastard) makes the trip without breaking down somewhere in the Interstate.

Happy Happy Happy!!!

Birthday Greeting to Brian B in Oregon.

Have a great day!!!

Pt. 5 - Gov't Leaders as Women

More Pretty Peanut.

This will tighten your colon.

Lazy

Sunday morning. Coffee. Laptop. Blogs.

This is Husband's drill weekend, so I can have a nice, lazy Sunday morning. I don't have to jump up and run anywhere if I don't want to (and I don't) so I'm going to make another pot of coffee and curl up on the couch to watch Catholic mass.

I've got to make the most of it, as tomorrow we're off to visit the in-laws. I'm not looking forward to this, because I'll ride three hours up and then have to cook. Husband wants his mother to take a break...okay, no sweat there, but hello? There are restaurants in the Erie area. And I don't like cooking in someone else's kitchen.

But after three hours in La Tahoe (that big bastard gas hog), if the in-laws won't go out to eat, I'm going to go pick something up. Dammit, I'm not cooking!

Pt. 4 - Gov't leaders as women

Also suitable for "White Trash Wednesdays."

Put your writing skills to good use

Many petitions have been presented in opposition to a proposed casino in Gettysburg, PA, but you can still let the Gaming Control Board know you oppose a casino in Gettysburg. Write to:

It's 80's day

Duran Duran's upcoming album is going to have an "urban influence."

What the hell? So should we expect "Hungry Like the Wolf" the rap version?

Give it up, boys. You're not The Rolling Stones. You haven't aged that well (John Taylor, I'm talking to you), and you lost me when you rooted for John Friggin' Kerry in the last election.

But!

Iraqis are partying "All Night Long." They LOVE Lionel Richie.

Runnin' with the night? Hello? Been dancin' on the ceiling?

Bwahahahahahahahaha......

They're Coming

Husband told me that the Dixie Bitches are coming to Pittsburgh. Apparently it's a big deal, all kinds of advertisements and what not.

I said:

"Gawd. Bon Jovie and the Dixie Bitches? Pittsburgh is too damn liberal."

Yeah, Bon Jovi will be in the 'burgh in July.

Sheesh.

Government "leaders" as women - pt. 3

I use the term "leader" loosely in this case.

Summer Vacation

Ah, the first day of summer vacation for Son. It's raining pitchforks and tomcats!

Son has already done two book reports; the number of books he wants to read totals 12, my apologies for not doing a count last night. But he's getting the hang of it, and is even going to keep a "Flat Stanley" journal. I wanted him to do some kind of journaling anyway, to keep his writing skills up, so this is a perfect opportunity.

I don't feel so bad about wanting him to do book reports now. I had found something online for second grade book reports and was going to have Son write something up on at least one library, non-dinosaur book. What the school sent home is the same thing, so....

At least he's excited about reading!

But....he and Daughter have already had about three fights so far. And I've heard "She POOPED!" twice.

It's going to be a l-o-n-g summer, folks.

Anyone? Anyone?

Tell me, please, why it is that Daughter tore off her diaper in the middle of the night and peed all over her bed. At 4:45 this morning I had to strip her bed (thankfully I have a plastic mattress cover on the bed, which I Cloroxed), clean her up, and totally make her bed.

Husband slept through the entire thing. Grrrr......

Wanted! Reward Offered!

This from the newsletter I get from the Friends of the National Parks at Gettysburg:

"The Friends has established a $30,000 reward for information leading to the arrest and conviction of the person or persons responsible for recent monument vandalism at Gettysburg National Military Park.
To establish the reward, the Friends teamed with the Gettysburg National Battlefield Museum Foundation, the Association of Licensed Battlefield Guides and the Gettysburg Civil War Round Table.
'We are devastated by this vandalism, and we've heard from people all over the country who are eager to help find the people responsible,' said Friends' Chair of the Board Barbara J. Finfrock. 'The monuments were placed on these fields -- as testaments to bravery and sacrifice -- by the soldiers who fought here, and we are honored to stand withour partners to seek justice.'
Three monuments were severely vandalized in February: the 11th Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry monument, the 114th Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry monument and the 4th New York battery (Smith's battery) monument.
Anyone with information should call Gettysburg National Military Park at 717-334-0909 or the Adams County Crime Stoppers at 1-800-869-8057. Callers may remain anonymous."

If you know anything, please call.

Anyone who's read this blog for any length of time knows I hold Gettysburg, and all CW battlefields, in very high regard. It saddens and sickens me that there are those out there who have no respect for these fields of honor.

Pretty Peanut

Part 2 of: If Government Leaders Were Women

Speaking of TUSH

"Long Way Round" is on Fox Reality right now...and I just saw Swooner Dreamboat's naked tushie....

Ah, the joys of satellite TV.

My son...the rocker and the second grader

Son and I had to run up to town to get some milk tonight, and on the way home I tuned into WDVE and heard ZZ Top's "Tush."

So we get home, and what's Son humming? The opening riff to "Tush."

That's my boy!

He came home today with a reading list for second graders. Yep, a reading list for summer. AND they have to do book reports on the books they choose to read! Nothing lengthy, just title, author, main character...stuff like that. The kids only have to read six of the books, but Son wants to read, like, sixteen of them!

Yeah, he's my son alright. He's just like me, always with his nose in a book.

Not a good day

Let's see, so far today I have:

gotten sick in Wal-Mart;

forgotten to hang up the wet clothes;

forgotten to put the dirty clothes in the washer, thereby essentially wasting water and washing...nothing.

And it isn't even noon yet.

More Dixie Bitch stuff

Lorie Byrd watched the Dixie Bitches on Larry King.

As one commenter stated: thanks for watching so I didn't have to!

Via basil's blog

First in a series - If Gov't Leaders Were Women

This comes to me via e-mail and these are definitely Snort Worthy. With respect to file size and what not, I'll post one a day.

What a way to start a new month!

I give you If Government Leaders Were Women:

See what a shave can do?

K-Fed shaved. And washed his hair. And put on some decent clothes (not manpris).

Like The Superficial said, I'd almost be tempted to talk politics or finance with this guy. And then he'd light his own farts or something gross.

Schoooooooooool's OUT!

Today is the last day of school, and you know I'm going to have Alice Cooper singing in my head all day.