Tuesday, July 31, 2007


The good captain has about 19 hits left to go to get 10,000. Go pay a visit. I'm sure he'll say, "Thank you."

Yay!!!! Rachel was the 10,000th hit at First In!!!!!!! Congratulations, Captain!

A kick in the pants...

Little Miss Chatterbox plugged a company, Despair Inc. on her site. The company offers posters of a demotivating style. They are pretty funny. I'm trying to be more optimistic, lately, so I won't say these directly apply to me, but....

Be sure to check out the others at the website.


First, I'd like to acknowledge some actual good news in the headlines: "U.S. death toll in Iraq for July hit 8-month low"


I hear the "surge" is doing well and that morale is up, too.

Ok....this is my day. It is laugh-worthy:

I take my dad out to lunch once a week and today was the day. As soon as he gets in the car, he's in a mood. My dad doesn't handle disappointment well. He has how he sees the world should operate and when it doesn't....grrrrrrrr and sometimes approaching meltdown. So the repairman didn't come as promised, when promised and that makes him want to get rid of the house. Yeah. My dad has cognitive issues and I know how to work with him, but your average person, unless a good people person and observant, won't catch on and will just think he's an overly friendly guy. It hurts to see how people react to him somtimes.

So.....he asks how my car is running while we're sitting at a light. I state, "It needs an oil change real soon, but other than that...fine." (We'll get back to this later.)

We get to the diner and my dad takes a shine to the waitress. Not unusual, as he is 20 year old guy stuck in a 68 year old's body. I get uncomfortable when my dad chats women up in front of me (actually hasn't happened in a while). I think part of it has to do with why my mom left my dad. But it also has to do with all the times my dad had me out with him on a Saturday (as per the judge's orders for visitation) and he'd scope out the "talent" wherever we went...well a lot of the time. I remember going to some kind of parade/bluegrass festival when I was little and my dad picked up the lady standing next to us. We ended up having dinner at her house. Her kids were around my age, so me, being the good-natured kid, always had fun with them. I actually liked her and they dated for a long time. Another time that I remember is when we went to an air show when I was 19/20 years old. I thought it would be nice to take my dad to see the Blue Angels. He left me alone for almost an hour to go chat up the female Golden Knights.

So, I just felt really weird sitting there with my dad and him getting flirty with the waitress. She turned out to be quite a motormouth and you could see him get a little uncomfortable. HA! She kept talking about her church and discipleship classes, too. He's not so much a church-goer. I got a giggle at the end.

I drop my dad off and he is in a good mood. My next errand is to take my mom out for an interview outfit for a job fair, tomorrow. CAN YOU FREAKIN' BELIEVE IT??!?!?!?!?!?!? Yes, my mom has started looking for a job after 2 1/2 years. YAY!

This part is the "RT's" luck section:
We stop at the post office so I can mail my bills. I try to put down my window and well, it gets stuck. Then it finally goes down and stays down...won't go back up. So much for everything being fine with my car, eh?

Immediatley, my mom said, "Let's just go home." Having recently recovered my spunk I said, "No. I'm going to buy you an outfit and lunch (don't worry I didn't eat two lunches) and then we'll drop the car off at the dealership."

Which I did. Then I explained to my mom that I've been living in fear, with a defeatist attitude and it is time that it stopped. Three years is enough. After all, God is in control. :)

Hope you got a little laugh at my day. I did.

Monday, July 30, 2007


I don't know what her view is, but I know I like mine.

A poem I thought was good...

What Are Big Girls Made Of?
Marge Piercy
The construction of a woman:
a woman is not made of flesh
of bone and sinew
belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe.
She is manufactured like a sports sedan.
She is retooled, refitted and redesigned
every decade.
Cecile had been seduction itself in college.
She wriggled through bars like a satin eel,
her hips and ass promising, her mouth pursed
in the dark red lipstick of desire.

She visited in '68 still wearing skirts
tight to the knees, dark red lipstick,
while I danced through Manhattan in mini skirt,
lipstick pale as apricot milk,
hair loose as a horse's mane. Oh dear,
I thought in my superiority of the moment,
whatever has happened to poor Cecile?
She was out of fashion, out of the game,
disqualified, disdained, dis-
membered from the club of desire.

Look at pictures in French fashion
magazines of the 18th century:
century of the ultimate lady
fantasy wrought of silk and corseting.
Paniers bring her hips out three feet
each way, while the waist is pinched
and the belly flattened under wood.
The breasts are stuffed up and out
offered like apples in a bowl.
The tiny foot is encased in a slipper
never meant for walking.
On top is a grandiose headache:
hair like a museum piece, daily
ornamented with ribbons, vases,
grottoes, mountains, frigates in full
sail, balloons, baboons, the fancy
of a hairdresser turned loose.
The hats were rococo wedding cakes
that would dim the Las Vegas strip.
Here is a woman forced into shape
rigid exoskeleton torturing flesh:
a woman made of pain.

How superior we are now: see the modern woman
thin as a blade of scissors.
She runs on a treadmill every morning,
fits herself into machines of weights
and pulleys to heave and grunt,
an image in her mind she can never
approximate, a body of rosy
glass that never wrinkles,
never grows, never fades. She
sits at the table closing her eyes to food
hungry, always hungry:
a woman made of pain.

A cat or dog approaches another,
they sniff noses. They sniff asses.
They bristle or lick. They fall
in love as often as we do,
as passionately. But they fall
in love or lust with furry flesh,
not hoop skirts or push up bras
rib removal or liposuction.
It is not for male or female dogs
that poodles are clipped
to topiary hedges.

If only we could like each other raw.
If only we could love ourselves
like healthy babies burbling in our arms.
If only we were not programmed and reprogrammed
to need what is sold us.
Why should we want to live inside ads?
Why should we want to scourge our softness
to straight lines like a Mondrian painting?
Why should we punish each other with scorn
as if to have a large ass
were worse than being greedy or mean?

When will women not be compelled
to view their bodies as science projects,
gardens to be weeded,
dogs to be trained?
When will a woman cease
to be made of pain?


1. Report: Astronauts drank before launch
"Dude, where's my ssssshuttle?" OR I'd have to be blitzed to strap a Roman candle to my back.

2. Pond bacterium converts light to energy
Attn: Deathlok and JohnD!!!! No need to clean your pools--you can now say your bacteria ridden pools are a source of energy!

3. Giant prehistoric tusks found in Greece
They are horny in Greece? Really? No. Really? Well, Tommy Lee is Greek.

4. Prankster dentist who gave woman tusks wins in court
Ummm....what's with the trend-o-tusks?

5. Researchers find evidence of hidden city
That's not a hidden city. That's the dark underbelly of the liberal society. They breed in secret and just appear out of nowhere to confuse and destroy.

6. Matt Groening, Grabbing for Laughs in the Darkness
Note to self: When sitting in the dark with a guy...

7. Virgin secret to good festival weather
They tried to get the secret out, but the virgin wouldn't give it up.

8. Toronto man offers "My Left Nut" as cancer potion
Potion? So, I guess it would be administered by mouth?

9. Woman Banned For Life From WAL-MART...
Ok. How low on the food chain do you have to be to get banned from WalMart for life? Did she not greet the greeter? That's something that would happen to Peg Bundy.

10. Edwards bikes with Lance Armstrong: 'The biggest problem is my butt hurts'...
Yeah, from getting kicked in it so much. Ok, you are riding a bike with a Tour de France winner who is also a cancer survivor. You whine about your ass hurting? Douchebag.

11. Tenn. Bans Prison Visitors From Wearing Sexy Lingerie
Phewwww...good thing I went down there before the ban. I have heard, however, that the ban doesn't extend to "Tranny Tuesdays" in "D" block. (I really shouldn't be joking about prisons right now.)

12. Speaker Pelosi Named One Of Capitol Hill's Most Beautiful People...
Then the "judges" who named Pelosi as such returned for another stint at rehab, hoping they'd make better choices in the future.

13. Japanese Launch gPod 'iVibrator' for Women
Does it play music?

14. Gabor's husband found sitting naked in Rolls
Gabor's rolls?

15. Hotels told to provide condoms
Another amenity I won't need.

16. Canadian Mounties chase rebel bees after hive coup d'etat
Dudley-do-right reported that the sting to catch the queen bee of the Dasterdly Drone gang was a success.

17. Armed Preacher Nabs Theft Suspect
Talk about being on a mission from God.

18. Man Blames Bad Nose for Not Smelling Dead Wife's Body
Man: "I just thought she was taking a really long nap. I kept wondering when she was gonna make dinner."

19. Scientists breed world's first mentally ill mouse...
Disney plans a new character: Twitchy

20. Clinton camp hot and bothered over cleavage report...
If somebody is hot and bothered over Hillary's cleavage, there is hope for me!

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Get well, Pauly

1. In case you didn't hear. Paul Stanley's heart went a little bonkers.

2. I really like this song, but video is cheesy. However, boys, there are some girls sparring in a very choreographed manner.

3. I wonder if the guy who directed and/or provided the vision for Kiss' video also directed the vision for this Motley Crue video?

P.S. Someone please tell me why the whole "rip-in-the-knees" of jeans is so hot.

Saturday, July 28, 2007


"I Know My Redeemer Lives"
Nicole C. Mullen

Have a wonderful and blessed Sunday. :)


I saw this article by Oliver North. It is interesting, so I thought I'd share it with you.


Guess what movie I watched tonight....

Friday, July 27, 2007


Today, Wyatt bestowed upon me the honor of the "Blogger Reflection Award." Personally, I think he ran out of people to link for the bazillion memes going around our blogosphere. However, Wyatt actually brought a little tear to my eye with his kindness:

RT is SYLG's number-one stalker; and I say that with the utmost respect. Even when I post some boring claptrap that makes people want to retch, she is always there to post an enlightening comment. I converted her to the Dark Side - read: Blogger - almost a year ago, and she has really shined. I consider her the Bill Bennett of the blogosphere: she is well-informed and well-spoken, without being a sarcastic smart ass like some people. What? Why is everyone looking at me?
Here are the rules:

1. Copy this post (meaning the rules).
2. Reflect on five bloggers and write a least a paragraph about each one.
3. Make sure you link this post so others can read it and the rules.
4. Go leave your chosen bloggers a comment and let them know they’ve been given the award.
5. Put the award icon on your site.

"This award should make you reflect on five bloggers who have been an encouragement, a source of love, impacted you in some way, and have been a Godly example to you. Five Bloggers who when you reflect on them you get a sense of pride and joy . . . of knowing them and being blessed by them.”
I don't know about "Godly example" as it pertains to my choices, but they all have done their part in putting a smile on my face and some laughter in my heart. In my book, that is definitely encouragement and a positive impact.

Yeah, I know I'm probably not supposed to honor someone who has already been honored by someone else, but I like breaking rules. So, how can I not honor my pimp-daddy? His humor hits my funny-bone, but his desire that there be a better world, whether he is taking part in making it better as an officer of law enforcement or through his well-spoken and well-written posts, give me hope that there are decent people that care more about their community than self. As someone who felt like an inconvenience to everyone around her while she was growing up, it warms my heart to see Wyatt's posts about his children. They will be wonderful men when they become adults. (I'm sure Mrs. Earp has a large role in that, as well.)

Fiar's use of sarcasm, satire, and evil-genius are amazing. Reading his posts make me think and remind me that all the fluff and lies found in the world aren't fooling everyone. While it might be easy to peg Fiar as crude and/or callous (at times), he is anything but. In fact, if you read through his posts, you will see that he loves his family and cares very much about his friends. Fiar has a keen understanding of what makes people tick. He's good with advice, too. I guess that does make Fitch right. (I'm little concerned about Flowers Bloom, though.)

While Rogue is new to my blogroll, he has impacted me. His perspective as a former member of the military helps me to get a better idea of what is actually going in the world. Not only that, but as an educator, he has offered encouragement, empathy, and resources. I really appreciate it. Like any job, unless you are in it, it is hard to fathom what goes on in it. Every now and then he lets us see his humor, which is a very good thing, too.

I'd go into battle with Rachel. In fact, I'd let her lead. (I'm more of a helper/supporter, anyway.) Her fearless, no nonsense attitude makes me jealous of her. I'm a sappy wuss. I enjoy her eloquent rants against the stupidity of the day. It also brings a smile to my face when she gets frustrated with her job and with the idiots of this world. Why? Because I know she will laugh (eventually) and because it lets me know my battle buddy faces some of the same "fire" as me. (It must be noted, however, that Rachel possesses a great amount of compassion for others: soldiers and those who have suffered loss. That is what makes her even more awesome!)

I wish I had Uber's inner and outer beauty as well as her eloquence and charm. She's an uber-mom and uber-artist. Two things that I admire, greatly. It is easier to send your child off to a school rather than spend just about 24/7 with one. Uber-teen will be an amazing young lady once she's released into the wilds of our society. She'll help to make it a better place, thanks to Uber.

Because I like to break rules, to those of you not mentioned that are somewhat regulars or really present over the past year, I want to honor you in some way with a sentence or two (and some link pimpage):

Little Miss Chatterbox:
Your desire to see Christians who are conservative invovled in politics and educating themselves about the world around them keeps me hopeful for our faith. So many hide from "the world" not realizing they must still be "in the world."

I appreciate your prayers and the kind words you have always left in my comments section. I also appreciate the love and admiration you have for your mama. That's the sign of a good man. :)

Captain America:
Thank you for running into buildings that could cause you harm or worse. I appreciate the passion with which you write your posts. I miss your photography skills....where'd they go? It is also very cool that you care so much about your kids. Y'all might think it comes naturally as part of being a parent...it doesn't.

Dragon Lady:
One word. MAIDEN!!!! :) I appreciate how you speak with candor about your past. You are one tough and strong cookie. I admire your desire and willingness to "play." Your posts always bring a smile to my face. (Umm...especially the picture of Brucey from behind.)

I appreciate your willingness to honor your faith and the legacy of faith given to you by your family. Your humor and needling are just as appreciated as your prayers and kind words. Oh, and I wish you were my older brother. (Not sure I'd want Joe for a brother, though...I'll have to think on that one.)

In the midst of working as a secret spy agent and serving in the reserves, you spend much time inhaling chlorine from your bacteria ridden pool. Because of that, you never cease to make me crack a smile with your movie quotes and make me jealous with your short stories. I'm sure all of the previously mentioned "circumstances" help to create your humor and ability to write really good stories.

What Wyatt said. :) Seriously, I just admire you for living in NJ. I've been trying to get away from it for 38 years and you move here on purpose. I am encouraged by your closeness to your friends and to your family. Your knowledge of trivia is pretty cool, too.


Michael Yon has an interesting dispatch on how the "can-do" spirit needs to fostered in Iraq. Quite obviously, it is something we take for granted in our own lives as Americans.

Often, when my students discuss what is happening in Iraq, I use something my uncle said based on his experiences and observations from being in a country that was (at the time) just "freed" from Soviet rule. He said that the people didn't know what to do with themselves or how to think for themselves. For decades, they had been told what to do and how to think or face certain peril or hardship. Now imagine what it was like to live under Hussein and the idea of running anything larger than your own household.

I also ask the students, "What do you think most of the highly sheltered students will be like when they go away to college?"

Then they get it.

Learned helplessness can create two extemes when the "helpless" are expected to guide themselves:

1. Living life without any self-control/no boundaries.
2. Meltdown

Even in our own society, when we expect people who have relied on the government for sustenance for long periods of time to be productive members of society, many often fail because of the mindset. I see it in my own home. People forget (in worst-case scenarios, some don't even know) that even though there are things in life we cannot control, we can guide our lives, be productive, and create a thriving community & society.

Yon also has a couple of clips on YouTube. This one relates to the post I linked.

I'm having an Aqua Net moment....

Thursday, July 26, 2007


You know the procedure. Have at it and have fun! I'll post winners Monday evening.

Other caption contests:
Bagel Blogger
Bullwinkle Blog
Cowboy Blob
Gone Rick Motel
GOP College
Right Pundits
Rodney Dill
WILLisms(I took 3rd place this past week!)

THE WINNERS!!! (I really hate choosing.)
5. FIAR:
Go-ooooo! Star Trek!

That's Star Wars fatass. Now get off my bike!

4. Rodney Dill:
"No, I don't have any problem with the helmet law."

3. Vincent_Antonelli:
Imperial Stormtroopers who didn't pass basic training had the unfortunate job of finding members of the Lambda Alliance instead of the Rebel Alliance.

2. Wyatt Earp:
Tony's "lightsaber" ignited at a most inopportune time.


1. Gollum:
May the dork be with you.

I need me a lumberjack!

When I arrived at work today I heard a chainsaw and it reminded me of this:


1. Why do I want ice cream after I eat Mexican food?

2. Why is the world obsessed with meaningless people like Spears, Loahan, and Kate Moss's drugged out ex-boyfriend and not concerned with the possibility of nuclear bombs going off or acts of terror?

3. What can I do tomorrow to keep myself entertained?

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

That's what he said!

I saw this last night on Parkway Rest Stop. It is great!
(The Lord's name is used in vain, and there is some language some consider offensive. The message is good.)

You know what is cool about the summer?

I get to feel what it is like to not be stressed out and exhausted.

I've also noticed that I have a lot of energy. Now...if I only had some way to use it.



Let me clue you in on stupid teenaged behavior. Oh, wait. You were once a teenager and did stupid things. Yeah, I think I wrote the book on stupid behavior. I remember giving and getting lots of hugs (miss that) and doing things that could cause bodily harm (just imagine hairspray cans exploding in trash cans after using them as torches).

The issue: A couple of kids in Oregon, following school yard protocol, slapped some girls' asses. They were arrested. Is business that slow out there? Now, if I was slapped on the ass by a teenager when I was a teenager I would have done one of two things: If it was at the hand of someone I liked, I would have returned the favor. If it was done by someone that creeped me out or I didn't like, I'd tell him to f'k off and die (and maybe include a good shove up against the lockers).

I have had similar things happen to me in a Christian school. I won't even tell you what that kid did. Kids are kids.

When I was in high school and keeping score for baseball I was kissed by one of the players for tweaking his stats. AND I LIKED IT! It wasn't an assault.

I was not harmed by the active hormones of boys. In fact, it would be nice to have some good, active male hormones around, now. Damnit!

To finish my little rant, I believe this should be the theme song for the day.

(H/T--You can read the story here: UPI)

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

I AM...

Monday, July 23, 2007


You Are 65% Pure

You're pretty pure, and you have no plans on changing that.
You do have a devilish side though... and it will probably get the better of you.


A nice cool, cloudy, and rainy day....a blanket....and some tunes! Yeah.

Sunday, July 22, 2007


1. Joe Biden's Quest
To prove he is the biggest media whore known to mankind.

2. Tiny brain no obstacle to French civil servant
That, my friends, sums up France in one sentence.

3. Woman mistakes stuffed toy for masked crook
Poor Hamburglar doll.

4. Zoo faces charges for selling animals as food
This is obviously a fundraiser gone bad. I wonder if the penguins taste like chicken?

5. Woman finds black widow spider in grapes
Women, always check the grapes carefully. You never know what you'll find.

6. N.J. woman finds missile launcher on her front lawn
Ummm, yeah--so? It's NJ, we gotta be combat ready.

7. Do fish suffer from exposure to Uriah Heep?
The real question is: Who listens to Uriah Heep? (Jethro Tull?)

8. Honeymoon Plans Include Harry Potter Book
Either they are really lame, or they have figured out some tantric meets code words mean particular "acts" kind of game. I'm siding with lame...definitely wouldn't be reading or thinking about books.

9. Pope Benedict renews call to end all wars
And on the seventh day he rested. Apparently, the Pope thinks he has power and hasn't read the Bible lately.

10. Angry Elephant Stomps Man to Death in Thailand
Never piss off an elephant.

11. Greg Gutfeld: Sex Can Stop Violence Against West
I'm not volunteering for that job.
(Didn't one of our bloggers write something similar within the year?)

12. A Boyfriend's Arm Pillow: Boyfriend pillow
Japanese singles welcome the ultimate sleeping partner
Do I have to make him a sammich?

13. Czech politicians exchange blows
Guess the old "I'll scratch your back if you scratch mine" has winded its way into "Show me yours and I'll show you mine."


This sunset reminds me of the pastel chalks many art teachers had me use in their classes. My favorite classes in school were art and music--even in college.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Read at your own risk.

I'm seriously bored.

I'm not whining, just stating a fact.

I tried writing....no go.

I tried emailing some friends....no answer.

Phone....no ringy-dingy.

My cat, Buster, wants to be petted a lot since I came home....that's nice.

I actually have to work next week. At least I get paid.

Hmmmm....wonder what I'll do with the remainder of the summer? I plan on being two sizes smaller than I am now by the end of it.

I'd like to go away for the rest of the summer. It is a shame you can't rent an apartment for a month/six weeks. Then I'd find a job down "there" and not come back.

Someone was shooting off firecrackers outside of my bedroom window earlier tonight. Guess I'm lucky it wasn't a gun. I heard a gun a couple of weeks ago. Almost $850 a month (beginning next week) for the joy of living here.

I could make a list of things I want....non-material things.

I never get what I want, anyway....why bother.

Just rambling.


Friday, July 20, 2007





What's Your Blog Wanted For?

Free Online Dating from Mingle2


I can't believe it is Friday. This time last week I was somewhere in Virginia, about to hit Tennessee. I always say that I don't want to be in NJ. It sucks. Ass. You know what? I didn't realize how much I didn't want to be here until I went away. Living in NJ is kind of like a really bad relationship. You know it isn't good for you, it stresses you out, it is bad for your mental and physical health, yet you stay because it is "normal"--it's what you're used to and you learn to live with it...miserably. I want to be happy, though--just keep wondering when I'll be in with all the good stuff.

I'm sad. Don't want to talk about it.

So, to cheer myself, I'm going to spread some linky love to the ladies. Dee/Little Miss Chatterbox at Conservatism with Heart gave me a "Rockin' Girl Blogger" award. I will now bestow that honor on...

Dragon Lady at Dragon's Den

Rachel at Pay Heed to the Geek

Uber at PJ Maximum


Hopefully this clip will cheer up Wyatt a little. He's had a bad week.

Thursday, July 19, 2007


is crazy, scary, and makes me want to puke.


Have at it and have fun!

Deathlok has a caption contest (Scroll down his blog a little). Wyatt has one this week, too. Be sure to visit any other contest links Wyatt provides. He's pretty thorough.

I'll post winners Monday evening.

5. The Washington Post reports that Senator Hillary Clinton is trying to win the Democratic nomination by reaching out to women. Bill, wishing to support her, is ALSO reaching out to women. . Hey. . you, the brunette in the front row,. . come to Daddy.--Skywriter

4. "Come sit in Santa's magic lap! No kids! Ladies only!"--Wyatt Earp

3. Bill: "Jees, Hill you're getting all the attention now, throw me a bone here."
Hill: "You already have one."--Rodney Dill

2. No! No! Young Lady! Come talk into MY microphone.--Deathlok

And the winner is...

1. Sen. Hillary Clinton is on hand as Disney World unveils the Bill Clinton display at the Hall of Presidents. "It's so lifelike," Senator Clinton said. "Right down to the smallest detail. They even included the lecherous grin and the constant erection."--John D.


Remember how I said that I took pictures similar to the one in the Natchez Trace picture? Here they are...


I'm home.

I left Tennessee 7:30 central time.

I arrived to the car rental place at 12:00 midnight.

Yah. Long ass drive, today. Still better than living here, though.

I don't want to be here...that is for sure!

My body is still in motion from all the driving. HA!

I'm just glad I survived the beltway, tonight. I must have created new ways to say the "F" word. Y'all are lucky you weren't in the car. It wasn't pretty.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007


I had some real, yummy....Southern food! YAY!

I absolutely hate getting my picture taken. So guess what happens? While I am in the restaurant with my cousin and his family, two ladies come up to us and ask if they can take our picture for a magazine in Kentucky doing a story on the restaurant and for a local Franklin, TN website. Funny!

Then...I went to the Natchez Trace Pkwy. It was really cool. A nice quiet ride...could be, dare I say, romantic. I guess because it feels removed from so much. (Sorry, guys.)

My cousin took me around to some sites in and around Franklin and its surrounding area. I bought some souvenirs for my dad at a local store that has songwriters play their music at night. I wish I was here for the weekend, so that I could go.

My cousin said I could stay, but I have more medical tests in December related to the ones I just had. I'll think about things more, after that is finished. I'll go anywhere, though. I just want to be happy.

**I didn't take that picture of the parkway, but I took a couple similar pictures. I haven't uploaded them.

Happiness is...

Stealing from Wild Bill:

Happiness is realizing that you can reduce stress, that there are nice people that care, who are not nuts, and that there is a life outside of your little bubble. Now. If I could leave the bubble sooner than a year, that would be awesome!

I hope you're having a great day!

Monday, July 16, 2007


Tonight I got to go out for pizza and beer. Sounds plain, but it was a lot of fun. My cousin, his family, and some of their neighbors and I went out together and then had ice cream at the neighbors' house.

When we got home, we just hung out and talked and laughed. It was also nice to see that a couple married upteen years could be so cute with each other, flirty, and still hold hands.

My cousin's wife is awesome...she's a lot like me, actually, so we've gotten along quickly. This whole trip I haven't been my normal shy self and it has felt good.

I've ruined two brand new shirts bought especially for this trip (bought them a couple of months ago and lost enough weight to wear them). But it is all good!

It is nice to not feel trapped in the world I have in NJ. In fact, my cousin was trying to give me ideas of how to get a life. Sounds weird, but I need one. I don't have one. I'm all work and home.

So far I might not have done ultra-touristy stuff, but I've had an awesome lunch with a friend and had a great night with family. I've also enjoyed a lot of laughter, which is always good for the spirits...I love laughter. I don't think I can ask for much more.

Tomorrow my cousin is going to take a half day to tour me around a little. Then...real Southern food. Yummy!

I really don't want to go home. :)

I've got wireless

Well, my cousin does....yay! I'll be doing the tourist stuff tomorrow.

See ya in a few days...

I'm checking out of my sweet hotel room, with really good wireless, btw.

I'm off to explore and buy souvenirs for my mom and dad. If I buy something for my dad, I have to buy something for my mom. It's like having children, I tell ya.

Ok. So....use this post to ask questions about my trip or to tell me how much you miss my witty sarcasm and stuff. (HA!)

I'll try not to piss off the locals (they are probably carrying).

Sunday, July 15, 2007

A Sunday is a Sunday

Yeah, so, I stayed in all day. My legs are finally beginning to feel a bit better, so tomorrow should be full of walking and sightseeing. I think there is a chance of rain, but I like rain. It is supposed to rain, Wednesday, the whole way up to Jersey. Can I just stay here? The rental company will understand won't it? Not like I have to be anywhere. They have jobs here.

The best part about today--room service. :) It figures that the person taking my order pegged my accent down to the region of South Jersey, too. She's from a neighboring town.

Ok...really. I will go out tomorrow. I'm checking out and I am going to my cousin's for a couple of days. I probably won't be using my computer. You can all breathe a sigh of relief. :)

I just talked to my cousin. He has two accents blended together now and I couldn't understand a word he said.

Saturday, July 14, 2007


I'm just playing it because I like it.

Who? Chris Tomlin
Title: "How Can I Keep From Singing"
***You will probably need to turn up your speaker volume.

Hotel Bloggin'

Don't worry. I did leave the hotel, today. I'll be leaving it again to do some driving around tomorrow. Maybe. I'm still recovering from the drive.

I did go out for lunch....a most awesome lunch! :)

They moved my room and gave me free dessert coupons from room service. Can you say free chocolate???????? YUMMMMY.

Ok..I've had a few beers today. They were tasty!

Fun with cameras!

The bumper sticker says "God Bless America." This is one of those notorious D.C. jams. I was bored already, what do you want?

The funny thing about this traffic jam. 1.) There was a lady or man (couldn't tell which) behind me that kept shaking his or her head in disapproval because I wasn't kissing the bumper of the truck in front of me in 2 mph traffic movement. Ass! 2.) The bulk of the jam was going left for 95 toward the Carolinas, and I went right...no jams, bottlenecks....metaphorical, eh? Ok...I'm still loopy from the drive. IT IS FROM THE DRIVE, DAMNIT!

This is from a construction related jam in VA. Obviously, not a highly traveled road. See the mountains? I'm too tired to play with the settings of the photo. The mountains look really blue from afar and they were slightly darker in hue than the pale blue of the sky. The scenery got a few wows from me. It never f'kn ended, though.

I felt the need to take this picture. Very sweet bike. :)

You know you are in the South when you see a cross like this in front of a church. Imagine the fund drive they had for that sucker! This is Bristol and right near Bristol's track. I took this at 70 mph...don't tell anyone.

The picture does not do this sunset justice. It was all kinds of crazy pinks, oranges, and hint of purple. In NJ, you don't get to see real skies. Pollution and wattage muck it up. (Yes, a preposition! Shut up!) HA!
Did ya ever notice how sweet the air smells when you go through a heavily wooded area. Yeah. Beats that Jersey stench!

Friday, July 13, 2007


I'm here. I made good use of my traffic jams by taking a few pictures. The sunset was absolutely freakin' beautiful!

I'll write more and include pictures sometime tomorrow morning or tomorrow night.

Or Sunday.

What time is it? Can you get jet lag from driving into another time zone? I think so.


The next time you hear from me I will be in Nashville. Well, let's hope the wireless stuff at the hotel works and then you'll hear from me.

I got about three hours of very restless sleep last night. So those of you that pray. Pray for traveling mercies, safety, alertness and all that good stuff. Pray the the numnuts are not on my road.

:) Have an awesome day, everyone!


Thursday, July 12, 2007


I can't sleep and I have a 12 hour drive ahead of me tomorrow. YIKERS!

I saw this on MSN (gotta source it):

(Btw, I only like mushrooms on my pizza.)

The pizza-love connection
By Riki Markowitz
Think a candlelit dinner is the best venue to suss out a date’s potential? Well, a new study claims that ordering a good ol’ pizza pie can be much more telling. “Pizza-eaters’ favorite toppings show a correlation to their behavior,” says Alan Hirsch, M.D., lead researcher and director of the Smell & Taste Treatment and Research Foundation in Chicago. Commissioned by Domino’s Pizza, the study polled 1,000 people between the ages of 18 to 59 about their pizza-eating preferences and behavioral characteristics. Read the findings below to find out what certain toppings say about you, your date, and your future together.

If your date orders one meat topping…
People who order just pepperoni or sausage on their pie are generally irritable, prone to procrastination, and they often “forget” obligations (like that weekend getaway he or she promised to take with you in the spring).
Compatible with: others who prefer one meat topping

If your date orders multiple meat toppings…
Real meat lovers who pile on the pepperoni, sausage, and ham tend to be dramatic, seductive, sweep-you-off-your-feet extroverts who thrive as the center of attention.
Compatible with: people who prefer one meat topping

If your date orders one veggie topping…
Those who prefer one vegetable topping are empathetic, easygoing romantics.
Compatible with: everybody!

If your date orders multiple veggies…
These dates are trustworthy, loyal, humble, and avoid the spotlight. In fact, they’re so quiet and conflict-averse they tend to be taken for granted in relationships.
Compatible with: people who prefer non-traditional toppings

If your date orders non-traditional toppings…
People who prefer offbeat options like pineapple or extra onions tend to be aggressive, ambitious, and competitive. In other words: Don’t expect a mellow relationship.
Compatible with: others who prefer non-traditional toppings


Ok. The whole getting to bed early thing isn't working. I have to finish doing my nails, and I am wound up with all kinds of butterflies in my tummy. I just ate a teensy bit of Chinese food for dinner, so that should lull me to sleep. The fortune cookies?

You are going to take a vacation.


It is not in your character to give up.



Just so ya know, I wish they had some hand gestures to go with this avitar thing.

Visit Wyatt and Deathlok to see their Simpsonian likenesses.


True story:
I walked into a shoe store to find a couple of cheap pairs of shoes. You know, just for the summer kind of shoes. When asked if I needed help with anything I politely said, "No," and went about my way. About five minutes later, the clerk comes up and starts to give me a lesson on the retail shoe business, which I didn't need or want. I will paraphrase the almost ten minute lesson I received.

Did you know that:
This particular chain of shoe stores orders sizes based on the popularity of styles and sizes sold. As the store is at a location for a certain amount of time, they are able to have styles and sizes that cater to the traffic that comes into the store.

Did you know that you can go online to look at shoes before you buy them or just buy them online? When you go online, you can narrow your search by heel height (there are flats, medium heel and high heel) and by style (casual or career).

I think it was at this point my mind went numb from the useless information that I already knew. It might have been my brain's way of shutting off the urge to take one of the high heels and firmly implanting it in her skull.

Just so you know: I did a search of this particular shoe store's shoes online last night, because I didn't want to waste my time going there if they didn't have styles that interest me. I had found one pair that I saw in last night's search. However, I couldn't find the other. She said what was on the shelves was all they had. So, thinking I couldn't find the other style shoe I wanted, I started up to the cash register. At an end cap, I notice a separate display with the shoe I couldn't find on the shelves. WOW! She was a lot of help, now wasn't she?

I looked and noticed that she had on a wedding ring. I looked because I was like, "Dear God, I hope she doesn't go home and endlessly talk about complete and utter nonsense." There is a poor man somewhere that has to hear the how's and what's of everything, I fear. On behalf of the females that have a quiet disposition, I say, "sorry." (Yes, I am quiet in real life! Well, most of the time.)

Then to top off my day of shopping, while tooling around in my rental car (brand new, btw), I didn't have any cd's for the cd player, so I had to listen to the radio. Within a ten minute time span, every station I was hitting was playing Nickelback. Why? Nickelback is the fruity girl drink of rock and roll. Maybe it is because they are Canadian. (Ok. So this song isn't so bad.)

Wednesday, July 11, 2007


(Dwight Yoakam--"Fast as You")

IT'S A WORD!!!!!!!!

Ginormous is officially a word! I love it!

Part of Speech: adj
Definition: simply huge; extremely large
Etymology: 1948-53; giant + enormous
Usage: ginormously, adv


The Philly P.D. is like a red-headed stepchild in the way the city treats those charged with protecting it. Here is a news story with video clip showing how officers will run into flames to save lives.

(H/T: KYW)


1. Missing lake was swallowed by crack
Now lakes are addicted to crack!

2. Stealing another's man's wife costs $4,802
See, that guy wasted a lot of money just to have somebody else's wife. A date with a single gal wouldn't set him back much compared to the idea of having somebody else's wife. Did I mention she's married? LOSERS!

3. Chinese villagers eat dinosaur bones
Wilmaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!! Somebody's eating Dino!

4. Turtles to test wireless network

5. Jealous Scientist Tests DNA on Husband's Underwear
Damn. CSI: Infidelity Division....she closed the case on his cheating ass. (He failed the test, btw.)

6. Miss NJ: Someone trying to blackmail me
Apparently there are sickening photos of Jersey mall hair!

7. Unidentified sea creature termed 'octosquid' found off coast of Hawaii...
I think I dated him, once.

8. MSNBC: iPhone breaks after only 4 days...
Yep, guess it was worth waiting in line for hours for that gem.

9. Oldest DNA ever recovered shows warmer planet...
WHAT???? The planet was warmer and we are actually getting cooler?????? What's that? Al Gore just stroked-out.

10. Business: Has Henry Kravis gone soft?
Isn't that a little personal?

11. No Pay, Great Benefits — Condom Tester Sought
Guess Henry won't be getting that job!
Now how would this guy's wife reward him after a long day at work? Dang.

12. Biden: Bush 'is brain dead'...
Biden: "Ooops, that's me in the mirror."

13. Brain scans show how pain upsets concentration
Ummm...they had to do studies on this?

14. Chinese exporters seek to shed taint
Heh. Taint.

15. Dinner guest finds host's wife, son in freezer
I don't think I want dessert, now. Thanks.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007


1. There is hope for we curvy, soft, comfy, squishy gals (even though this was a dare).

2. I really like this back tattoo on David Beckham. Really, just the tattoo. Really.

Please note that I think the heat is getting to me, thus I cannot be responsible for my inability to control my brain. Thank you, in advance, for your patience and understanding. HA!


Dragon Lady tagged me with the following meme!

The rules say:
1. Post the rules for the meme at the beginning of your post.
2. This meme consists of the blogger listing eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged in this post are to write their own post listing their own eight random items and list the rules.
4. At the end of the post/meme, list the folks you are tagging and leave them notice of such in their comments.
8 Random Facts
1. I love singing in the car. My mood dictates the music, and I never try to sing really loud songs in the morning--vocal chords aren't ready to go. I look at it as getting my voice ready for work. Unfortunately, I've had some wild songs flying through my head during my classes.

2. I love math. Would love to be good at it. I suck at it, though.

3. I would love to live somewhere else than Jersey and would pick up everything and would go just about anywhere if circumstances allowed.

4. I pray a lot. I pray throughout the day at various times.

5. Don't ever ask for a sip of what I'm drinking. Ewwww...germies. (Love a good kiss...makes no sense, I know.)

6. I believe everything is my fault and I am convinced that people like me out of pity.

7. I am a night person. My job highly interferes with that and it sucks!

8. The way to my heart is....no, that's too personal. Ummmm....I love taking care of other people (doing nice stuff for them or helping out).

8 Habits
1. Worrying. (Thanks, grandmom.)

2. Thinking too much.

3. Over-analyzing why I am such a f'k up too much.

4. Watching television.

5. Replacing sex, cigarettes, and booze with food. That's worked out well.

6. Thinking everything is my fault.

7. Usually pray for safety before I hit the first traffic light. Two really bad car accidents will do that to you.

8. Before I pull out, my car stereo or cd player must have a song on that I like. Likewise, before I turn off the car, it must be playing a slammin' tune. (Again, mood dictates the genre.)

I hate tagging people, but here it goes...I tag:
Deathlok at Temerity of High Maintenance

Little Miss Chatterbox at Conservatism with Heart

Sssssteve at First with Flair

The MoxArgon Group--that should be funny if "they" do it.


1. I'm hot. Not beautiful "hot." I'm: "It's a bazillion degrees in my apartment with broken air-conditioning and three fans blowing hot air, hot."

2. I have a really bad headache. Good thing no one wants...nevermind.

3. I feel gross. (See numbers one and two.)

4. I'm freakin' bored, and I'm annoyed that I can't fall asleep.

5. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have posted the trivia answers. (Great! Now I am sneezing. Grrrrr!)

Monday, July 09, 2007


Ok. Some town in Oregon put up cement posts that are supposed to be phallic. For once, my brain was like..."nah." I mean, now that people are saying as such and it has been on the air, I can only wonder what type of graffiti will appear. If you watch
the news report I've linked, pay attention to the possible solution for the problem. Now that made me laugh a mischievous giggle. What do you think?


I just wanted to thank all of you for "listening" to my angst the last month (and longer, actually). It is slightly strange and yet comforting to know that people who don't know me care about me and my well-being. So, I just wanted to say thanks.

I got my "tour book" for Nashville in the mail today and I'm looking for things to do. I will probably do some Civil War stuff. If any of you have ever been there and have ideas that a gimp can do, feel free to chime in. I know my cousin will be working and his wife will be busy, so these are things I'll have to do on my own. Thanks.

I know I'll be doing a little bit of the real estate stuff while I'm there. My dad advised I look. He gave me the requirements--at least a couple of acres so that he can build a second house for himself. Yes, about two months ago he said "no go for launch" on the whole house in Tennessee thing--any house for that matter. If it does happen it won't be until late winter or spring. Now you all know why I can't make decisions. I think it is an inherited gene.


James Hetfield was briefly detained upon his arrival in the U.K. for the Live Dearth concert. They thought he had a Taliban-ish beard and might be up to no good. HA! Ok. Really, I don't think a guy with one of these is going to hurt anyone. (H/T: Yahoo)

Well, at least I have a reason to play Metallica. :) I love the guitar in this song. Sounds a little suspect, though, now that I think about it. Yeah. Enjoy!

Sunday, July 08, 2007


Before I get to why cell phones rock, I've posted the winners of the caption contest. I actually took ten entries and shaved them down to five! Aren't y'all proud? I also have a little trivia contest a few posts down the blog. If I do it again, I'll try to make it a little more entertaining.

I'm also planning my trip to Nashville, looking for stuff to do. Ok, on to the cell phone rocks stuff:

I hate cell phones. I only use mine a total of about 10 minutes per day. Come to think of it, I'm not much of a telephone person, period. Anyhoo...I got to ride the last 20 miles to my best friend's new home in Texas! Actually, I think her husband begged her to call someone because she was so hyper from driving for three days. She was telling me about the signs on the road warning about picking up hitchhikers. She mentioned something about an incident with a chainsaw down there or something.

THEY HAVE JACK-IN-THE-BOX!!!!! We haven't had one around here in years. My favorite childhood memories are when my mom and I (after church) went there and hung out without anyone telling us we were crap (family stuff). Sometimes we'd go to a local lake and have a picnic with our lunch. I can still taste their onion rings. Dang. (I'm a cheap date, what can I say.) Actually, I can still remember the leftover salt packets and napkins in the glove compartment of the Rambler. I used to call it the "Rumbler." But I digress....

The best part of the conversation was that my friend told me she has a job interview lined up and that is great! There was one part of her trip that caused her great angst, though. Her husband, from Texas, took her to Dallas and to that **puking sound** place where T.O. shoots off his mouth. Of course, I asked if she was forever damaged by the incident, but she assured me that she is o.k. Her husband was hollerin' to some people she didn't see, though...my guess? Ghosts of past glory never to be seen again? Seriously, a Cowboys fan? Ugh! He's a good guy, though. We'll overlook that flaw. She sounded excited and happy. That makes my heart happy. :)

She also told me about a place to get turquoise jewelry really cheap down there (my absolute favorite). So, I'm going to go shopping now (while I plan my trip to Nashville--multitasking).

PS: I didn't cry this time! YAY!


I saw these on the "Good Clean Funnies" site and thought of our buddy, Wyatt. Enjoy!


I've read a little bit of the press surrounding the Live Earth concerts. (Ummm....what did they accomplish?) A quote of Robert Kennedy, Jr. cracked me up:
"Kennedy 'called on attendees to get rid of all those rotten politicians we have in Washington, D.C.'"
"YIPPPEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Does that mean Uncle Teddy, too? Don't want to be at that Thanksgiving table. Uncle Teddy would eat all the food, anyway.

Another part of the article I was reading caused a chuckle, too:
"Critics have faulted the Live Earth concerts for lacking clear-cut, achievable goals, and for lauding rock stars whose jet-setting, high-consumption lifestyles can often send a different, less environmentally friendly message."

Isn't that how Democratic politicians operate? Grand schemes, lots of ideas...inability to follow through?

(H/T: myway)

Btw, I'm watching Under Siege right now. Anyone else ever see it?

Saturday, July 07, 2007


Today marks the 100th birthday of Hershey Kisses! So on all of you (especially for reading my drivel), I plant a nice sweet, chocolate kiss! :)


I'm supposed to be praying and fasting today. I planned on it for most of the week. Sometimes the prayers don't come and we just need to be still, because we're all prayed-out. The prayers aren't coming today. A constant theme in my life has been disappointment. Sometimes because I get my hopes up about something, or because I've been hurt in some way. People are human, it happens. Other times, I feel like I am the source of disappointment, and that makes me feel worst of all. Despite what y'all think, I don't tell you everything, and well, I'm dealing with "stuff." Stuff I don't want to talk about, because then it wouldn't be between me and God. So right now, I just need some grace. This song is a variation on "Amazing Grace." It includes the words, which I think are worth just listening to the song in itself.

Friday, July 06, 2007


I know I can't stop you from looking things up via the internet, but I hope y'all try this with guess-work. I'll post the answers Monday evening.

1. Where are the most sheep per capita located? (Falkland Islands)

2. What do bulletproof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers all have in common? (They were all invented by women.)

3. What was Coca-Cola's original color? (Green...ewwwwwwww!)

4. Which actors turned down Clint Eastwood's role of Dirty Harry? (Name at least two.)
(Paul Newman, John Wayne, Robert Mitchum, and Frank Sinatra)

5. What does the Greek word "gymnasium" mean? (To exercise naked)

Feel free to ponder...


Go read this, NOW!

This is another excellent dispatch written by Michael Yon. If you don't subscribe to his updates via email, do so. He provides insight the mainstream media never (if ever) tries to provide. He talks about a follow up to the massacre I linked you to in my July 4th post. He also talks about the growing trust the people of Iraq are showing the American forces. There are some really cute pictures of kids, too. It is a long post, but well worth the read.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Good-byes are really, really hard.

My best friend called this evening. She's just returned from her honeymoon and she and her husband are packing up what is left of her apartment and they are leaving tomorrow morning for her new home on U.S./Mexico border. We both have problems with the whole "good-bye" thing. In fact, when I said it at the end of our phone call, I burst into to tears (well, haven't stopped, really). I cannot tell you how much her friendship has meant to me over the years. We've known each other since we were 12. We've been super-close friends since our early 20's. She's seen me through more than my fair share of broken spirit and broken hearts. I was there for her through similar events. The past three years, when I didn't have the ability to walk or the energy to get out of bed for days at a time, she remained my friend and always at least called to encourage me. In fact, she was the only friend that stuck around after I got ill. This past winter when I was finally able to walk more normal and finally started to feel better, she was there to celebrate my victories with movie nights and lunch or dinner out. That meant so much to me. It also meant a lot to me that she always (and even in tonight's call) told me something nice about myself (because I never believe it). Simply, she is the awesomess (as she would say).

After flaking out a little the past month or so over the prospect of my only and best friend leaving for the other side of the country, I've tried to think of how to be positive about this whole thing. I'll have to get over my fear of flying, because I'll want to visit her. I could also look at this as God getting ready to expand my horizons and force me out of my shell. That is harder to grasp than the idea of me getting on a plane. While I might have a little bit of boldness in this forum, I'm anything but in real life (unless it is a one-on-one situation or if I get to know you). It is time for a new chapter, eh? It is really hard, though. I'm really going to miss her.

Just a note: Next week, I'll be driving to Nashville. I haven't driven outside of NJ in at least three years because I haven't been able to physically stand it. So that's one new adventure! I have no clue what I'll do while I'm down there, but when have I ever lived my life doing things the way they are supposed to be done? I haven't decided whether or not I'm going take my laptop on my trip. I don't think you all would miss me for a week would you?

Well, that's next Friday. I'll think about it more at that point.


You Are the Ace of Hearts

Youthful and playful, you love life and the world.
You have a kind spirit, and you bring happiness to everyone you know.

Artistic and bold, you see the world in bright colors.
And you certainly aren't afraid to express everything you see and feel.

You are sentimental, and your emotions are very deep.
You are easily swept away and easily hurt.

A gamble you should take: Blackjack

Your friends would describe you as: Unique

Your enemies would describe you as: Weepy

If you lived in Vegas, you would be: An up and coming chef or fashion designer