Hey Gang! Ready For A History Lesson?

Well, we're almost into July and you know what that means...Gettysburg info!

June 30, 1863:

Major General J.E.B. Stuart's cavalry, which was riding north to get around the Union army, attacked a Union cavalry regiment, driving it through the streets of Hanover.

Brigadier General Farnsworth's brigade arrived and counterattacked, routing the Confederate vanguard and nearly capturing Stuart himself. Stuart counterattacked.

Reinforced by Brigadier General George A. Custer's brigade, Farnsworth held his ground, and a stalemate ensued. Stuart was forced to continue north and east to get around the Union cavalry, further delaying his attempt to rejoin Lee's army which was then concentrating at Cashtown Gap west of Gettysburg.

Info found here.

Here's a really cool video I found:

Hold Back The Rain

Yep, another sunny day in the armpit of the OH Valley - not really.

Somehow this song from my yute always comes to mind on days like this:

As Seen In Today's Paper

I love reading the letters to the editor.

One writer wants to invite Jerry Lewis to the Dean Martin Festival next year.

HEY LADY!!

And still another writer said:

"We need Democrats, not Republicans, in our country."

Um, just where should I go then?

I know, I know. I read the letter again, and I get the guy's meaning.

Don't Give Us Cars

You know, I'm starting to think Husband has bad car karma. I mean, first he smashes my Tahoe and then he comes home from work Friday and announces that he lost his brakes on his Mazda.

Is the universe trying to tell him something?

And then, and then, yesterday I let him drive La Tahoe home from Tractor Supply (don't judge, that's a fun store) and he almost took the passenger side mirror off pulling into our garage.

It's all getting just a bit ridiculous.

Uck, The Teen Years Are Gonna Blow

Husband and I, frustrated with Daughter's lack of enthusiasm for cleaning her room, turned OFF the television this afternoon and declared it would not be turned back ON until Daughter cleaned her room.

Cue the crying and stomping.

I looked at Husband and said "Shit, if it's this bad when she's four, what the hell are the teen years going to be like?"

I mean, my goodness.

She's still in her room, but I think she went to sleep!

Sunday Morning ROCK

No church today.

Just Iron Maiden.

Daytime Swooner Birthday Post

Happy Birthday to Steve Burton, General Hospital's mob enforcer turned mob leader Jason Morgan, who turns 38 today.

Wondering why I'm making a big deal about a daytime drama dude?

My goodness, look at the man!

Isn't this worth an hour a day, five days a week?

I thought so.

Disney Smut?

Joe Jonas, of the Jonas Brothers (seriously, who?) gets his O face on:

Original found at Just Jared

What Is The World Coming To?

I just saw that loud mouth guy who peddles Kaboom! on TV on a commercial for insurance.

Gawd...

Venting

I am so sick and tired of that effing Lego Indiana Jones game! I'm about ready to take the f*cking thing and hide it from the kids.

The kids! All they do is scream at each other while they play it! This morning Daughter actually threw a fit because she didn't want to play as some male character. I've had it!

And then there's that "I'm bored" attitude that the kids have. What the f*ck? Am I supposed to f*cking amuse them for this whole f*cking summer? Jesus H. Christ, gas is over $4/gallon and I'm supposed to fire up the damn truck to haul their ungrateful asses all over f*cking Jefferson County?

F*ck no.

Why is it, all those years ago when I had summer vacation I found things to keep my busy? Why the hell can't my kids put on their damn shoes and go outside and run around? No amount of encouragement on my part seems to motivate them to do much of anything.

And those people in Wal-Mart thought I was crazy for wanting the back-to-school shit put out NOW.

Five Year Flashback

What us drunken, old white farts were dancing to at our last reunion:

Deep Thoughts

Why is it that last summer, when I trudged to a tanning salon, the skies were clear and sunny most of the time, and now that I'm all "free is for me" and trying to roast on my deck it's cloudy and rainy?

Sonofabitch!

Enough Is Enough

Via A Socialite's Life, news that there's yet another...oh just see for yourselves.

Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner

Or in this case, in a strange garage.

Yep, La Tahoe came home Tuesday afternoon after it was discovered she had a broken torsion bar (say that five times fast) and I added an oil change in to the mix. Well, as long as she was up there.

So, now all is in working order, and La Tahoe has had a tune up...can you tell I'm trying to work that "get the best fuel economy" thing? Well, that and I'm hardly going anywhere. I fueled up yesterday (over $60) and dammit I'm not wasting a full tank of gas!

Let's see, that was $1223 for the body work, and $60 for the torsion bar (I'm not including the cost of the oil chage). Think Husband has shelled out enough to pay for his accident?

Because It's My Blog

I'm not in a bloggy mood at the moment, but because this is my blog and not yours, dammit, I'm posting a picture of Colin Firth.

Somebody Help Me

Seriously, if I have to deal with these Jonas Brothers all summer....

I can't get this song out of my head:

Who The F*ck?

I really don't care who this Zac Efron person is, but girlfriend should just quit denying.

And is that, say it isn't so, a shark tooth necklace?

Thankew to A Socialite's Life

"Ferris Bueller, You're My Hero"

Found this bit thanks to Agent Bedhead, and all I have to say is...so what?

Ferris Bueller and Carrie Bradshaw Matthew Broderick and SJP smoke.

Now look, I don't necessarily condone smoking, even though I miss that bitch nicotine like crazy, but I know it's bad for the health. I've LIVED second-hand smoke, people, you don't have to tell me!

But it would seem that the fruit of Broderick's loins has expressed curiosity about the cancer sticks, and I say, what the f*ck do you expect to happen if you smoke in front of him?

My mother smoked when I was a kid (explains a lot, huh?) and I very clearly remember sitting at the kitchen table studying her UNFILTERED Pall Mall. I was probably, oh, six at the time and do you know what I did? I picked that bastard up and took a puff.

No, I didn't become a smoker at six years of age, but you can see where I'm going with this, right? It was at that point, coughing and hacking and stinking, that I vowed NEVER to drink OR smoke.

Ha!

And yeah, there were many trips back to my dorm at Cesspool of Liberalism U. that I bitched about my freshly laundered clothing (that I washed, mind you) smelling like smoke because of my mom. But being the RAVING hypocrite that I am, I started smoking while at Cesspool U.

So, get over Broderick, mmkay? Kids will do those sorts of stupid things.

Now I want a cigarette, dammit!

No Sale

I know how much you're all just dying to have an SUV, but forget what I said about selling La Tahoe.

I got La Tahoe back Friday night, and as I was driving it home I thought...how can I possibly give this up?

I do so love to be so high up, you know.

Up For Adoption

Sometimes I have to question my elders, my mother in particular.

This morning she said to me, and I kid you not, that she actually believes Rosie O'Donnell's opinion that 9/11 was an inside job.

I swear, my own mother! I almost hung up on her.

When you consider that my mother and step-father are partially responsible for my conservative politics (the other part being that I actually grew up and got out of the cloistered college environment), this comes as quite a shock for me.

Why, the woman sounds as if she's poised to pull the lever for Obama in November!

*sigh*

I guess it can't be helped, but I do get a bit tired of my mother blasting me a new one because Husband is thinking about buying a Toyota. What's next? Will she disrespect her own son-in-law's military service?

I Can't Believe It

I just read on these here Internets that General Hospital won the Emmy for best drama.

Really? Don't get me wrong, I'm a long-time fan of the show, but...really? That whole Metro Court hostage thing was that good?

And I fast forward through probably 3/4 of the show these days (that would be all the Lulu/Johnny/Carly/Sonny/Claudia/Zacchara family crap).

At any rate, good for GH. I wonder if Steve Burton was there with his muscles all swathed in formal wear? Yum...

AND! Tony Geary won the Emmy for Lead Actor! Amazing! Since he's hardly ever there!!

Serial Drama live blogged the whole shebang; kind of makes me wish I'd watched.

Psst! Wanna Buy An SUV?

Anybody out there want an eleven year old Chevy Tahoe?

Just asking.

Husband says if I find someone to buy La Tahoe (and seriously, what fool would these days?) I can get something smaller.

In all honesty, while that Suzuki was a bit lacking in acceleration, I did enjoy having something small for a change. Parking at the doctor's office yesterday was so much easier, not having to navigate that land yacht around.

La Tahoe should be done later today.

Shoes!

I don't care, I think these shoes are gorgeous:

Manolo Blahniks. The ones SJP puts in the closet in the SATC movie.

Only $945 from Neiman Marcus....

*sigh*

Blast From My Past

In an attempt to obtain the correct address for a certain classmate, I placed a call to a friend of his, also a classmate, and someone I rarely spoke to in high school.

For those who know me, the guy I called was:

Anyway, he called me back, at 9:35 last night, and left a message. He hasn't changed one bit, which is good if we're looking at the fact that I've known this guy since the sixth grade. (He gave me a Rick Springfield poster...)

Yeah, this reunion fun never ends.

Agent Bedhead Rocks

Sure, Agent Bedhead is cool, but she scored major points with this swoon-y post.

Thanks, sweetie!

Snort Worthy

I like this shirt because, well, any regular reader knows why I like it, but what's snort worthy about this is the description!

In particular:

This shirt tells the world: “When I described myself as ‘buff’ in my personals ad, I meant ‘Civil War buff.’”

Give It Up For Jesus

I like this song, and if you have the chance, pick up Chris Stuart and Backcountry's CD "Saints and Strangers."

Twenty Naked Pentecostals in a Pontiac

I was thumbin' my way down to Baton Rouge,
Standin' on the side of the road,
When a car pulled over and a voice cried out,
"We'll take you where you want to go."
I jumped inside, but to my surprise,
They were naked as a poor man's toes.
It was a tight situation when the whole congregation
Said the devil was in my clothes.

Twenty naked Pentacostals in a Pontiac,
Brothers and sisters shoutin' in the back,
Elders in the front, choir in the trunk,
Twenty naked Pentacostals in a Pontiac.

The sermon that morning was on Adam and Eve
And the ways of the dreadful snake,
Everybody was clappin' when the preacher pointed at me,
My body began to shake.
I threw off my shirt, and my shoes and my socks,
My jeans and my BVDs.
We were all in the nude, shoutin' "halleloo!"
And singing "Sombody Touched Me."

CHORUS

We had the cruise control set to fifty-five,
When a Smokey got on our tail,
He pulled up beside, his eyes got wide,
And the siren began to wail.
We ran off the road toward the tree of life,
Lord, the future was looking bleak,
We hung on and prayed, everybody was saved,
'Cause we all knew how to turn the other cheek.

CHORUS

Lyrics and back story found here.

DON'T Rock The Jukebox

Just in time for my drinking binge class reunion, 14 Songs You Should Never Play In A Bar.

Let's break it down, shall we?

14. I used to sing this song when I heard it in the bars and it was popular all those years ago. Yeah, I tried to fit it into Erie geography and thus sang "Until the sun comes up over Greengarden Boulevard." I was drinking heavily.

12. I remember hearing this during my freshman year at Cesspool of Liberalism University of Pennsylvania. Yeah....I drank heavily.

11. Ick. Just...ick.

10. I love Skynyrd, love this song, but I wouldn't play it in a bar. If you are in or are an Alabama native, though, play away.

9. Journey? Seriously?

8. Again...ick.

7. Can we all agree to just get rid of this song all together? I hate this song, I always have.

6. No. Just ignore this song when or if you see it in a jukebox. Walk away.

5. Hate this song. Hate. It. It makes me angry. Hate it!

3. Agreed, but because I also hate the Beatles. *ducks*

2. Okay, I agree with this one. Play Billy Joel, but how about "Big Shot"?

1. All right, I never want to hear this song ever again because it reminds me of my late father. He had this album and liked this song a lot. Some of my earliest memories are of my dad playing this song...and I can't listen to it without bawling my face off.

Thankew to Agent Bedhead for the link.

"Think, think, think..."

National Security according to Winnie the Pooh

Interesting. Who will Barry and his cohorts consult next? Barbie? The Smurfs?

Oh Good Grief

Gary posts what has to be the most asinine thing I've seen in a long time.

Some people will do anything to make a buck.

Fast Approaching

Well, a little over a month to go until my high screwl reunion. In that spirit, here's a moldy oldie, and I go on record to state that I'm no longer a rabid Duran Duran fan.

He Is A Star

Yo! It's about that time...

TRO talks about Marky Mark's Mark Wahlberg's latest movie, to which I said I preferred Mr. Wahlberg in his Funky Bunch days.

Not that I didn't appreciate Boogie Nights or anything....he's a star, you know.

Anyhoo, this song takes me back to my college days; memories of a certain good looking dude in just a towel...my drunken dancing at The Roost and the UI:

I do confess, however, to really liking Rock Star:

Auto Blogging

Yeah....picked up that rental car last night and am now driving a Suzuki Forenza.

It's small, zippy, fun to drive because it's small and zippy...but I confess to being used to my land yacht of a vehicle. I wonder if my a$$ will get scraped off from riding rightonthedamnroad!

I never realized just how high up I usually am until I pulled up next to a Ford pickup. I looked over and was all "Holy $hit!" because I was, basically, looking at the bottoms of the dudes tires.

The worst, absolute most asinine, part of the whole day was trying to back the damn rice burner out of the effing Thrifty parking lot. Some dumba$$ parked in such a way that made my backing up very nerve racking. Admittedly, this is something that would have caused me to hyperventilate had I been driving the Tahoe, but I managed to get out yesterday without incident. But I was still hyperventilating.

But, in the future, if you happen to see a red Tahoe parked five miles out in a parking lot, you'll know that's probably me.

Gag Worthy

Corey Haim.

Ick.

Llamas Are Dangerous...

Husband and I appreciate Monty Python:

Boo Hoo

I dropped off La Tahoe this morning, which in itself isn't so bad, except for that differential problem.

The guy who's fixing Tahoe's outer glory doesn't actually fix differentials, so he'll consult with a mechanic friend of his, who Husband and I know anyway. Thing is, now Husband has tentatively scheduled an appointment with our mechanic for next week...

...which all really means I'll only have the rental for this week. Okay. Husband will have to take me grocery shopping next week (even better) and if need be will have to take me to my hair appointment next Thursday (weeee!).

"But Vic, why not just drive Wonder Wheel yourself?"

It's a standard. Enough said. You DO NOT want me on the roads in a standard.

Traffic Reports

You know, I'm sitting here with Husband, having coffee, and listening to Quinn and Rose. As per usual, on the Pittsburgh station we listen to, they have traffic reports four times an hour.

I said to Husband "Um, do you think they just re-play the same traffic reports over and over, since the traffic never changes?"

Seriously. Basically, if you're going anywhere near Greentree, get in the left lane...NOW!

Belated Fathers Day Gift

Husband is very excited about news of a big-screen version of Robotech.

Oh, you don't know. Husband has Robotech episodes on VHS, and he even has a PlayStation game.

Ugh. I can only get so far into science fiction...

Just What He Wanted

If Husband had a blog, he'd probably post something about his Fathers Day being just what he wanted it to be. I pretty much told the younglings that what ever we did was dad's call, just like Mothers Day was my call.

So, we had a quiet morning; while I was on the phone with my own parents I noticed that, at 8:50 A.M., Husband was playing video games with the younglings, at which point I told my mother "I guess we're not going to church."

No, and not long after that Husband turned the game off and found that The Shootist was on. Well, twist my arm; we both sat down and watched until I decided to get a shower.

Husband decided we'd do something we hadn't done in a while, which is to basically get lost. We drove Wonder Wheel - after Husband put air in all four almost flat tires - and took off. It was fun to be in Husband's smaller, zippier car, even without air conditioning. (La Tahoe, which looks like it's sneering now, sat forlorn and lonesome in the garage.)

So yeah, we farted around the country side and then had lunch, after which we took the kids to a nearby park to play. Daughter ran into one of her little buddies from school, and Son ran around like a maniac.

After a rest, we packed back in to Wonder Wheel (and put more air in the tires) and went to the local whippy dip for ice cream. Free sundaes for dads! Well, I got the sundae, but still, it was free.

A good day, exactly as Husband wanted it.

Fathers Day

Spot On

Yeah, I know, it's kind of trite to post a General Hospital clip, but this scene sums up how I feel every Fathers Day. If nothing else, you can appreciate Steve Burton's brooding.

Flag Day

Friday Rock Flashback

This one takes me back to the summer of 1991:

Now That's Devotion

I like beer, but not enough to have my casket made up to look like a beer can.

Seeing this makes me think of my dad and how PBR was his brand of choice - really, when he died I inherited SIX full cases of longnecks - and I wonder if he would have liked something like this instead of the tasteful casket I picked out.

Act Your Age

"Want to Look Younger? Dress Your Age"

As a woman over 35, I try not to dress like a teenager, so articles like this are a real help.

Admittedly I'm guilty of wearing ripped jeans, but they're so comfy, you know? Broken in, faded, they're like wearing my pajamas.

And I've spent too much time in tanning beds. Lock me up. I hate laying out in the sun, as all these itching bug bites will prove.

Thank heaven they didn't advise against red polish on toenails!

But at the end of the day, I look every minute of my 38 years.

Hear Ye, Hear Ye

Daughter's hearing test went well; the doctor pronounced her ears "perfect."

Well, that's sure a load off my brain, one less thing to worry about.

As for news about La Tahoe, we found out that the people we hit submitted a property damage claim, but our agent assures us we have nothing to worry about. There was no medical claim, which means they're not calling whiplash.

As for any new vehicle searches, all that is on hold for now. One thing at a time, I always say.

I Can Handle That

After all, beer is good food.

Snort Worthy

If I proposed something like this to Husband he'd fall all over himself with joy.

One hundred and one days straight? Did this woman have no laundry, cleaning, or cooking to do? This couple has two kids....did they ever, you know, sleep?

Well, looking at it from this angle, if this dude is a teakettle (hot and steamy, done in two minutes), then maybe it wasn't so bad.

*snort*

Interesting

I find this to be very interesting.

I've said it before, I won't take sides where the CW is concerned. I can't, and I won't. I may have particular military leaders of that time that I admire, but I don't root for one side over the other.

I just found this article, you know, interesting.

Just so you know, on this date in 1863, Ewell's Corps entered the Shenandoah Valley. (Thankew Friends of Gettysburg calender.)

Yippeeee!!!

Ah....my kids are screaming in unhappiness because Husband and I are watching this again:

Good times, gooooood times....

Trying To Be An Adult

Tonight, after Husband got home from work, I drove La Tahoe up to town to fuel up. I have to take Daughter in for a hearing test tomorrow (accident or not, Daughter's hearing is a priority) and La Tahoe was getting pretty low.

(BTW, $40 for eleven gallons of gas really chaps my a$$, but I guess I asked for it.)

So, on the way up to the gas station, while sitting at a red light, I notice a blue Hummer coming in the opposite direction and it was, just as I suspected, our school superintendent.

I did not honk, yell "Bitch!" out the window....I stuck my tongue out at her.

Stupid and childish and solves nothing, I know, but somehow I felt a little bit better.

What A Difference Two Decades Make

Twenty years ago, when I would bask in the sun to work on my tan, I would listen to whatever Top 40 pop was on the radio.

Today it's Rush Limbaugh.

My how times have changed.

So yeah, in a effort to save a few $$$, I'm endeavoring to work on my tan here at home instead of venturing off to the tanning beds. Sure, it's free, saves on gas and what not, but at least I wasn't harassed by insects.

I have no less than six deer fly bites. They itch worse than skeeter bites and it hurts when they bite!

Got to find that sunscreen/bug repellant I have stashed in the bathroom cupboard.

Much Better

We had rain come through last night and this morning, and the temperature is now reading 76 comfortable degrees.

Lovely.

The younglings have already been out to play and I've discovered how much nicer it is to sit on my porch than in the house.

The AC is off and the windows are wide open to welcome nice, refreshing breezes.

Much better.

"Deer" Husband

Someone is trying to tell Husband something; this morning he hit a deer on the way to work. No damage to Wonder Wheel, he says, and the deer lived.

Think this is some kind of sign?

In other news, I think Husband and I may have reached an agreement with regards to La Tahoe. In addition to the body damage, we fear there may be an issue with the differential, as La T is steering like it's in four-wheel drive, which it most assuredly is not. I don't know what the heck is wrong, but every time I make a left turn the thing rattles like it's about to fall apart.

Always problems with the left, folks!

Anyway, so Husband is in a snit, worried about how much extra it will cost to fix the steering and what not (this is all O-O-P, remember) and is now thinking that maybe, if that's the case, we should just sell La Tahoe for parts and get something different.

Aaaahhhhh! Giving up my baby? Well, in truth, we don't really need something that big anymore. We're not reenacting, so we don't need all that cargo space, and all I really need is the four-wheel drive to get in and out of my driveway in the winter. And I must get past that whole "it brought my babies home from the hospital, it took us on our honeymoon" thing, because it's a gas hogging cow and some times when I drive it I feel like I have on all my winter clothes in the middle of July.

Know what I mean?

Who knows. I, for one, refuse to put the cart before the horse and worry about it right now.

I just think the Fates are trying to tell Husband to use public transportation.

Big Money! Big Money!

So, yeah, made that call to my insurance agent this morning and was told I have no collision on my policy.

Why? Well, last year when I met to review my policy, my agent suggested taking that off, because the vehicle was ten years old and I had such a spotless driving record, at least since I've been insured by this particular company.

Huh, so you know what that means - we have to pay out-of-pocket for the repairs and the rental I'll need. I got an estimate this morning; nothing heart stopping but still, and as for a rental, I can pick one up the same day I drop off La Tahoe, which will be next Monday.

Make note, SUV haters, there will be one less on the roads starting next Monday and will be out of commission for at least a week.

I guess what galls me is the out-of-pocket stuff. I've worked very hard to not have accidents (repairing damages I did to my driving "reputation" when I was a teenager) and it took Husband to screw things up.

I haven't called my agent back to find out how much this will hoist up my insurance premium because I don't need anymore crap news.

What kills me is Husband's cavalier attitude about the whole thing. He doesn't really show any remorse, didn't apologize (not really), but you know damn well if I'd been the one to hit someone...look out!

Husband treats La Tahoe like it's some old farm buggy to go bouncing around the pasture and it makes me sick. If you could see his car (which I've christened "Wonder Wheel") you'd see that he even treats his own car like crap, $8000 dollars of which I own, since I paid off his car loan.

But I digress.

Counting my blessings, as it were: no one was hurt; it will only take a week to get the truck fixed; while it is expensive, it won't break the bank. We've got that contingency savings built up. La Tahoe can still be driven, although it sounds like it's about to fall apart...

I whine, I know. Shut up.

Happy Birthday, Savvy?

Birthday greetings to Johnny Depp, who turns 45 today.

Damn, he is a good looking man. He gets better with age.

Seeing as how yesterday I saw the Pirates play, and they (obviously) use the music from those Depp/Pirate movies, once I heard the strains I half expected (read: really wanted) to see this on the field:

But a bunch of men in tight pants was just as good...

Summer Reading

Diana Gabaldon, my favorite author, asks "What's in your beach-bag?"

(Let me say that I'm thrilled MFA has a blog; I love the way she writes and since I'm anxiously awaiting the next installment of the Claire and Jamie series...)

What am I reading this summer? Well, my reading tastes don't change like the seasons, I pretty much read any and everything I can get my hands on. I love a book that I just can't put down, that makes me hurry up and get my housework done so I can get back to it. (Like Gabaldon's books.)

I just finished reading Trespassers Will Be Baptized last night. I was interested because this book is written by a PK (Preacher's Kid) and I have a friend who is, in fact, a PK. Even though I'm not a Baptist, a lot of the characteristics described in this book can really apply to any denomination. In short, I liked this book.

Now I have to find another "gripping" book. Any suggestions?

BOOOOOOM!

I hate Pittsburgh.

No, actually, I hate my husband, and would you like to know why? Because he wrecked La Tahoe today, that's why.

See, we were approaching the Fort Pitt tunnel, merging into the left lane, and the Honda in front of us was slowing down. Husband commented on that, and he was braking, but it seemed like we were moving and that Honda wasn't.

"Holy SHIT!!" I said, and then BOOOOOOM! My baby hit the Honda.

Within seconds I made sure the kids were okay (Praise the Lord they are fine) and grabbed my insurance card out of the glove compartment, all in the time it took Husband to pull over.

Can you believe the dude in the Honda made a big deal over a rip in his spare tire cover?

"Oh, your effing tire cover! Look at my front end, you a$$hole!" I muttered. Husband took care of everything; if it had been me, trust me, there would have been words.

That is my first baby! My first "big girl" purchase!

We still went to the game, and I seethed the whole time; I was mad enough to down two beers and not feel a thing.

On the way home, though, I ripped into Husband:

"You drive this like it's your Mazda, you always have, and you just can't do that! This is a lot heavier than that damn Honda Pilot we hit, it can't stop on a dime! It's like an effing bus!"

"But," Husband rebutted, "I'm so used to driving my Mazda. You try going back and forth between vehicles and see how you do."

"I call BULLSHIT! Don't give me that lamea$$ excuse after I've had this thing for eleven years! That's plenty of time to 'get used to it.' Why do you think I don't like driving in heavy traffic? Because I go slower due to how big this thing is. That's why I told you I didn't want to try driving the Tahoe to D.C."

So I'm calling the insurance man tomorrow, something Husband at first didn't want me to do, but after I mentioned insurance will partially cover a rental, he agreed. He even, get this, tried to get me to wait until July so it would coincide with our D.C. trip.

I call BULLSHIT!

Oh yeah, the game was fun, and the Pirates beat the Diamondbacks 6-4.

Sunday Morning Praise

From one of my favorites:

Play Ball!

No church today! We're going to a baseball game!

Now, I haven't been to a Pirates game since, oh, the early 80's I believe (when the above was still the widely used logo), so this should be fun. New stadium and everything; admittedly I'll probably always call it Three Rivers.

So, yeah, the younglings and I will be meeting Husband over in PA and then go on from there. It's a day with the guys from Husband's place of employ, so you know what that means...we're on our best behavior!

Time Waster

Son is now obsessed with Indiana Jones (damn you George Lucas!), and managed to find this online game.

Huh...so much for my "get outside and play" summer plans. Oh well, maybe he can take the laptop out on the porch.

It Was Twenty Years Ago Today

My mother so kindly reminded me that on this date twenty years ago, June 7, 1988, I graduated from high school.

So young! So thin! So naive! So unprepared for college and the life beyond my small town high school!

If you had told me twenty years ago that I'd help plan our class reunions I would have laughed in your face and said "Fat f**kin' chance of that!"

To be honest, I had a raging case of "senior-itis" back then; I couldn't wait to get the hell away from the people I'd spent the better part of twelve years with. Knowing that my parents' divorce was imminent didn't help matters either, in fact, it was June 8, 1988 that my mother and I moved out of the house and left my dad. Not fun at any age, I don't care how you look at it.

Life moves on, and life moves pretty fast, if the past twenty years are any gauge. Twenty years! I hate associating double digits with my life! Where did the time go? Waaaaaaaaahhhh!

Not really. I'm amazed that I've done what I've done (and who I've done...HA!); for instance I never thought I'd graduate from college, on the dean's list no less. But I'm right where I want to be, doing exactly what I want to be doing.

And I've got a fabulous outfit to wear to the reunion.

Friday Rock Flashback

Ladies and gentlemen, Thin Lizzy:

This one takes me back to my college days:

Huh...

What if D-Day happened, say, now by today's media?

Snort Worthy

Thanks to Gary for posting this:

Where's Wyatt?

Wyatt Earp has moved.

Go check out his new place, it's pretty kewl.

It's June 6

It's June 6, and you know what that means. Not only is it my friend Ultimate Driving Machine's anniversary, it's also the anniversary of D-Day.

Therefore I give you:

All Day Party

I've got to hand it to teachers, especially in the last days of the school year. I couldn't do it.

I just spent the entire day with Son's class and I'm wiped out. I know, I know, it wasn't a usual day, that the kids don't usually have water balloon fights and pizza, but by about 2:00 P.M. I was ready to pack it in. It was all I could do to get Son to leave.

Honestly, the class was sitting in the room watching the Disney channel. He can do that at home!

By the by, Son has been promoted to fourth grade.

Last Day O'School

Today is, finally, the last day of school.

Tomorrow is the first day of weekly library visits!

Anyhoo, I found this video, in honor of the day. We need more Muppets, ya know?

The Olympics

Hillbilly Olympics, that is.

Son was telling us about his day during supper last night, and he was describing some of the Olympic events.

"And we had a frisbee toss, except it wasn't really a frisbee. It was a toilet seat."

At which point I burst out laughing and snorting.

It's Monday

Yeah, I should have known this would be a crap day when the bus was fifteen effing minutes late picking up Son. I was just about to tell him to climb back in La Tahoe and buckle up when the bus finally arrived.

Not that Son was complaining, he doesn't want to go to school today because of the annual Hillbilly Olympics today. Don't ask; apparently it has something to do with our proximity to Appalachia. Yeah, let's brag about that, shall we?

So anyhoo, the morning hasn't improved, and I was just heard yelling "BUTT DIMPLES!" because the dad-gum Internets are slower than hell and it's pissing me off because WHY THE HELL am I paying for "high speed" Internets when the forking thing hardly feckin' moves?

Damn you, al-Gore.

Now you'll have to excuse me, as I have to scrap cement-like egg yolk off my best frying pan and spatula.

My Movie Review

I saw it. I laughed. I cried. I was glad I went by myself.

And let me tell you, if you're going to see a movie that's 2 hours and 15 minutes, DO NOT drink a lot of pop before hand. I could only last so long before I had to get up to pee.

Oh...but that movie. Everything a SATC fan would want, including bo0bies for the guys. And there were, maybe, ten guys in the theater full of women.

But there I sat, in the last row, all by myself, just as happy as I could be.

Yeah, I want to see it again.

Today Is The Day

I can't wait, I can't wait!

Today, finally, I'll get to see the SATC movie. I would have gone yesterday, but alas, Daughter had a birthday party to go to, and being the unselfish (ha!) mother that I am I rearranged my schedule.

You do realize, do you not, that this is my last day for any time to myself until, oh, August? I'm going to do a little shopping and then go see the movie.

But the funny thing is I'll be going after church today. My mother laughs and says that seeing that movie will totally negate everything I hear in church today. Maybe, but I don't care. Chris "Mr. Big" Noth up there on screen....yummy!