Mooooo, baby!

Yeah. I think I'll make "what's your beef/issue/source of angst" a weekly tradition. In case you missed it last time, this is your opportunity to whine, let go of some grrrrr, or just laugh at the pain of others. I will respond with some snark and maybe some sympathy.

My grrrrrrrrrr!?!?!?!

Activating new cell phones. Like a good customer, I assembled the information the directions said I needed. However, I got Ms. Perky on the phone and in between saying, "AWESOME!" to me when I responded with information she needed, she told me I needed this and that number and to take the battery out of my newly charged, brand new, sleek phone. I couldn't get the cover off of the battery. So while she put me on hold to do what she had to do, I attempted to remove the battery cover. No go. Turns out, I didn't have to remove it. She made it all sound like brain surgery, but with all her "AWESOME" use of the word "AWESOME," I would guess that brushing her teeth in the morning is quite an accomplishment.

Ahhhhhhhhhh............I feel better.

Look out world!

There is a third Earp on the way. I took a look into my crystal ball and this is what I forsee for the future of ice rinks when Triple Earp hits the ice!

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE ENTIRE EARP FAMILY!!!!!

What to do?

In about 60 + days, I will be 39. YIKES!

I've been thinking of doing something fun. I was going to go to Virginia, to a town I passed by on my way to Nashville. It has a theater modeled after the Globe in England. It has some nice places to stay; however, I'm not sure I want to drive five or six hours after work. That is probably a trip best planned for the summer.

Then I found something I would enjoy doing in Bucks County, PA...just outside of Philly, but I cannot find a place to stay for the weekend. I did find one bed and breakfast about five or so miles away, but it would have cost almost $500 for two nights. Damn. That's fine if I'm "enjoying" the room, but if I'm just looking at the television...no way.

So, I never really do anything but go out to dinner with my best friend for my birthday. Since she no longer lives here, I am kind of lost for ideas.

Got any?

Something I needed to see

I was just on a Christian woman-type web site. Despite my lustful nature and potty mouth, I am quite serious about my faith. I saw this verse and it was something I needed, so I thought I'd pass it along in case any of you need it. You never know...

“The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride.” Ecclesiastes 7:8 (NIV)

The other day I had a thought. It is a thought that I should have had long ago, but being the stress-bomb that I am, things take a while with me. The thought was that I really don't have to worry about anything. What's the point? It takes too much energy.

A brief rant

Ya ever have one of those days where your need for TLC outweighs everything else? However, what you really have is absolutely no peace in any area of your life? Ya ever just come home and dissolve?

Yeah, one of those days.

Sorry, y'all. I'm trying to think of something to write, today. Nothing is grabbing me.

Questionable Post

I feel dirty posting this. Jealous and dirty.

I was driving home tonight (dusk) when a truck came flying up the left lane. (Not like the truck in the picture--I'm choosing the truck; therefore, it will be pretty.) When something comes up on you really fast it tends to get your attention. In my side-view mirror I see this thing going a little wild in the front seat. I thought it was a dog. Wrong.

It was the girlfriend of the guy driving. She was doing the whole "no-seatbelt-sit-as-close-as possible" thing. As they passed, I could see that she was practically sitting on him and well, he began to drive really fast and a tad less than cautious...I'll just say that much. I think maybe she was giving him a "hand" with his driving skills. Heh. You know how you can just tell? The jealous part? They were young, having fun, and being reckless enough that it was hot. It made me think of this song as they passed by me.

My life is so boring. Grrrrrr! What? You thought I'd be appalled? NOPE! It did make me think how fun it would be to write a story about them, though.

Courtesy: Scully

Headlines...

I've been kind of in a serious mood lately. Sorry. Here's some fun stuff. Enjoy!

1. Errant Cow Runs Wild In New York City
Ooops, sorry. That was a case of mistaken identity. It was actually Rosie O'Donnell trying a new workout routine.

2. Marcel, last master of mime, dies at 84...
His final words were...well, there were no "last" words.

3. Canadians celebrate parity with US dollar...
Isn't that kind of like celebrating coming in second to last at an ugliest dog contest?

4. Fukuda Tapped to Be Japan's New Prime Minister
Fuk-uda, too! Yeah, you know the press is going to have a field-day with that name.

5. 'Evil' zombies rule weekend box office
Here's the star!

6. Judge Makes 'Green Eggs and Ham' Ruling
The judge's response (for real, not made up):

"I do not like eggs in the file," Muirhead wrote. "I do not like them in any style. I will not take them fried or boiled. I will not take them poached or broiled. I will not take them soft or scrambled/Despite an argument well-rambled."

He then ordered the egg destroyed: "No fan I am/Of the egg at hand. Destroy that egg! Today! Today! Today I say! Without delay!"

Sage Advice

Today, while my father and I had our Sunday lunch, I was eating some carrots and was reminded of something from my childhood.

When I was six, my grandpop (think I called him pop-pop) had a stroke one New Year's Eve as he sat at our kitchen table. He wasn't real good about taking his blood pressure medication, stubborn would be a better way to look at his refusal to take the pills. When he was eventually moved to a rehabilitation center for speech therapy and to try to regain movement in his right side, I frequently visited him. He only let me push his wheel chair and feed him when I visited.

Any hoo...onto the advice...he had a roommate named Mr. Brewster. Mr. Brewster had a great sense of humor. One day I noticed he wasn't eating his carrots. Being the ever dutiful child, I asked Mr. Brewster why he wasn't eating his carrots, after all, veggies are good for him. He replied, "Carrots give you lumps on your head." Throughout most of my childhood, I did not touch a carrot. Well, I didn't want lumps on my head. Everytime I eat carrots, I think of Mr. Brewster. :)

Did you ever had adults say crazy, funny things like that when you were a child?

SUNDAY SONG

Song: "Creed"
Artist: Rich Mullins

Family

I have been thinking a lot about my childhood lately. It wasn't a very pleasant one. However, growing up under less than ideal circumstances and experiences can create unique coping skills. My way of coping was through my imagination and creativity. When my grandmom wouldn't let me watch t.v. or go outside to play, I'd escape to the basement and teach myself how to use a hammer and try to emulate my grandfather and build things. When I was allowed outside, I'd go into the back yard and pretend my dog was a show dog in the circus or pretend I was the greatest golfer ever with a stick and a ball. I'd teach myself gymnastics. I'd read books about dancing and copy what they were able to do. I'd treat our garden to some pruning and edging, because that's what I'd seen our neighbor do.

There were other times when I spent a lot of time with my other grandmother, too. Going to see her was a different kind of escape. Even though as I grew into an adult she always had something to say about appearances (Victorian as she was raised), I always knew she loved me. We'd sit on her couch, in the same spots for hours on end, my entire life. She'd tell me stories about Scotland that she'd heard from her family. She'd tell me about her Grandfather Palmer and his sporting goods store in Stirling. She'd talk about the "family home" that had a secret tunnel and when they were putting heat into the house, bones were found in that tunnel. She'd talk about the clans I am a part of and how we have a family plot at Holyrood. I learned that I am a descendant of lawyers, actors, musicians, teachers, and some philanderers and not-so-nice people.

I heard stories about my great-grandfather and my great-uncle serving in the Black Watch. I heard about my great-grandfather being one of a scant few that survived a mustard gas attack (think it was mustard gas). We had a family member that worked in South Africa for the British government. He was working on chemical warfare agents. He had an "accident" and died.

As an adult, I've learned that those times were probably an escape for my grandmother. About a year before she died in December, she told me about the abuse that she suffered at the hands of her father, while in a drunken rage and at the hands of my grandfather throughout their marriage. I never pressed for anything, but it did leave me with some questions about my family, and for as well as I knew my grandmom, I didn't know her.

I think that's why the past couple of weeks have been sad for me. Her estate has been settled and there's been paperwork. The last of it came via mail this week. It's like that's all that's left of her and so final. My family is shrinking. All I have left are my mom and dad. My mom's side really has nothing to do with us and my dad's side are all busy hating each other. I've never felt this kind of grief.

The past couple of weeks my cousin and I have been in touch, as we've been experiencing very similar feelings. Today, I received an email from her. She's not in touch with the "hating" side of the family and so we've kind been able to "talk." She expressed that she'd like to write down all of grandmom's stories and plan a trip with her daughter (who looks exactly like my grandmom) to Scotland. She asked if I'd like to go, too. We'd be going for my grandmom. She never got to go back like she wanted. The nicest thing about the email, though, was that my cousin said to always remember "that I have family out West." I've never had someone from my family say that to me. I've always felt like the one who never had any connections, except to my grandmom. I've actually prayed in the past to be a part of a family, as I've never really experienced what family really is.

So, maybe out of all this grief, some good will come.

YOU BE THE JUDGE!!!

Hmmm...scary or funny?
(Be sure to scroll down when you go to the link. HA!)

ps. I'm really tired. Sixty hour week. Be back tomorrow.

Caption Contest

I'll post winners Monday evening by 10:00.

THE WINNERS!!!!!!!!!!!

5. Ssssteve: So who wants to drink Capri-suns till we pee ourselves! WHoo Weeee!
4. Wyatt Earp: Off-screen: "If you're exploited and you know it, raise your hands . . . "
3. Hippie Hunter: "all we are saaaaaayiiiin... is give puberty a chaaaaance..."
2. Skywriter said: OK. . who wants to play "Kathy Lee Sweatshop" now?

And this week's winner is. . .

1. Vincent Antonelli: when the Neverland Ranch closed down for good, it was REALLY hard to catch a cab.



OTHER CONTESTS:

• Bagel Blogger
• Gone Rick Motel (I got 3rd place this past week!)
• Right Pundits
• Rodney Dill
• WILLisms
• Wyatt (Scroll down a few posts to get to the contest.)

Learning what matters the hard way...

I was watching a television show this evening that had Michael Sweet (Stryper) and his wife on talking about a recent bout with cancer. Sweet's wife was diagnosed with stage four ovarian cancer that had spread to other organs. The prospects were grim and the doctors told her that "it's not the quanity of life, it is the quality of life" at that time. Basically, she wasn't going to live.

After her first chemo treatment, all of the cancer was gone.

I'm not doing justice to the story that was told, nor am I fully expressing what I saw in Michael Sweet as his wife told her story.

I wish I could find the song he sang for her before her interview. Instead, here is one of my favorites. (Ahhh, the'80s.)

This song was also brought to mind during their interview. How often do we blow people off or just not spend the time we should with the important people in our lives? If we're not careful, everything slips by and everything we wanted to do becomes a "what if." Be good to your loved ones...and love them. Those are the riches that fill your heart.

DUI FUN!

Come on, Wyatt...at least you get some comic relief, right?

Enhancements

I've decided to answer my spam email, since that's just about the only email I get these days.

Here goes:

Alpaslan Cummins wishe me a good night and added, "Intercourse is a lot better now I'm bigger in size."

See there's a grammatical error in that sentence. "That" should come between now and I'm. But, hey Alpie, that's great that you are bigger in size! Because, you know, you want to give it all you got, right?

Carnes Dennison (not to be confused with Carnie Wilson--that would be me) sends his regards and asks, "Do penis enlargement pills work?

Well, since I am a girl, I'd have to say that I don't have personal experience with penis enlargement pills. Likewise, I have not had the pleasure of being in the company of a man to see if he enjoys the benefits (well guess I'd be enjoying the benefits) of penis enlargement pills.

Finally, Alexandra Chudasama (related to Obama Osama?) wished me a good evening, also. Wow, such nice people. Anyway, she asked me if I wanted "a really big cock."

I didn't realize a female could offer a big cock if I said yes. But to be honest, you can have all of the top of the line tools and not know how to use them. So there's gotta be something backing up that enhancement, eh? Just a thought.

Well, I enjoyed my emails tonight. Hope you did, too.

Speaking of meat, be sure to vent at the "what's your beef" post. Goodness knows that I vent enough to you all. It's your turn. :)

What do I listen to early in the mornin'?

Can I go back to bed now??

What's your beef?

Years ago Jay Leno had a segment called, "What's your beef." He went out on the streets and asked people what 's bugging them. So here is your chance to air your grips on my blog. Maybe I can offer a snarky repsonse to cause a smile to appear on your face. It could happen. I like making people smile.

If you can't think of a gripe, feel free to ask me a question. Any question will be entertained. Hey, I'm tired, really hit by work, feeling a little blah, and wishing I had two brain cells to rub together.

I'll respond to your comments as you post them--no deadline.

Guess what?

I'M WATCHING HOCKEY!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!

It is still the first period of the Flyers vs. Ottawa, about nine mintues to go...three fights and now another scrum! Wooo hoooooooooo!

(Make me feel a little....well, you know.)

Giving y'all some headlines...

1. Thousands of faulty Chinese made condoms returned to DC government...
First, if you are buying condoms made in China, you've got issues. Aren't they all sized small or extra-small?

2. Rabid Bear killed after attacking Maryland home and wrestling with occupants...
Vince McMahon swears the bear was not on steroids; however, he was in talks with the bear for the latest cage match.

3. NYT: Tales From Obama's Bedroom: Wife calls him 'snore-y and stinky'...
Ok, does stinky mean farting and holding the covers over her head or stinky as in a bad "experience"?

4. OSAMA RAMBLE: INSANE TAXES, GLOBAL WARMING AND MORTGAGES!
Wait, we've known where Osama has been all along: Tennessee and flying around in private jets...He's Al Gore!

5. New Yorker Finds Second Dead Roommate in Year
Note to self: Do not move to NYC and always check to see why a roommate has "moved."

6. Condom truck tips, spills load
Umm...heh.

7. Chicken chokes after testing the water
Well, that is a new way to choke a chicken.

8. Study: Exercise creates bounce bras can't handle
I don't need exercise for that to happen.

9. Man Sues Makers of Brut After Cologne Ignites
Was it because he was "hot"?

10. Study: Early humans moved at half the speed of modern humans
I'm a throwback to early humans.

11. Angry Italians hold "pasta strike" over price hike
You know you can make your own, right? I've done it. Ain't that hard.

12. Does your love life need a wingman?
It needs something.

13. Madonna: I'm an 'Ambassador for Judaism'...
Well, that's one way to convert the Jews to Christianity.

Added bonus!

Personally, I like mine attached to a guy. That's just me, though.

MEN

Often, I hear my female co-workers complain about men. I don't get it (yeah, that either). I've spent most of my free time with men, usually just friends, and I've never had reason to complain. I mean, what do these women expect? Men are human beings who express themselves differently, would prefer to not have huge, long conversations, and just kind of want to enjoy their free time, whether it be with their "woman" or with their friends, together or apart. I've also never understood the need for women to control "their" men. Granted, they might get lost in the mall or something, but why all the control issues? I don't think these women (for the most part) realize how lucky they are to have someone willing to put up with their stuff. Women (for the most part) think that they are putting up with the stuff of men, which is true, but it goes both ways. Face it ladies, some of us are high maintenance. I try not to be, but I'm not perfect.

That all being said, the lack of a man in my life has been weighing on me. I'm kind of tired of people saying that maybe there is no one for me or that being alone is good. It isn't and it sucks moose balls. (Not that I've ever gone bobbing for moose balls to know that, but I imagine that is about the worst kind of ball one could suck.) I think we need each other to balance each other out a bit. You know, when you get a little too caught up in the craziness of all that is life, you need someone to remind you that taking a deep breath, not worrying so much, and just enjoying the moment can be good enough. (No, a friend does not suffice in this case...as there needs to be sex. Well, what better way to blow off steam and enjoy the moment. Come on, people.)

So, of course thinking about all of this stuff has made me think of what I like the most about guys:

Kindness: The good guys really do open the door for you.
Sense of protection: I've always found that guys want to show that you matter. If someone means you harm or if it looks like you could harm yourself doing something they could easily do, they are there to help. That physical strength and the mere presence of it are there for a reason, and I like it! (Especially the strength behind really good hugs.)
Problem solvers: For the most part, guys really are good at looking at a situation and "solving" it. By my nature, I am an analyzer. I pick things apart into so many pieces that when I try to understand an issue or a problem I end up looking at a huge puzzle. The guys I've known are a little more focused when it comes to problem solving and I've always appreciated it.
They like to play: I have been surrounded by uptight people my whole life. It has rubbed off a little, but I like to think that my friendships with men and romantic relationships with guys have helped to ease it a bit. Because of the guys I've been around I have devolped an appreciation for humor, sports, music, and the art of just sitting back and watching a movie. One of my friends, as he approached 30 a while back once said, "All I want is to come home from work, eat dinner, watch a movie, and have some good sex." Yep. Sounds good. (Don't think he was referring to me in any way.)
Guys like sex: Yeah, that needs no explanation.

What? You thought I was going to get all dirty and talk about what I like to do to men? See, I'm really the quiet one with the dirty mind that you have to watch out for...heh.

SUNDAY SONG

Sometimes we pray. And we pray. And we pray some more. Sometimes we become discouraged or even question our faith. We become discouraged seeing others having prayers answered and you feel like you're all alone, wondering what you did wrong when God seems so far away. Then, we pray some more and try to remember all of the previously answered prayer and things that God has done in our lives. You can't help but say, "I know you are there, God, but what's up?" However, you know you just have to keep trusting and believing.

Hebrews 11:1
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.

Song: "Never Alone"
Band: Barlow Girl

CHOICES

So, I'm thinking of going back to graduate school. I'm thinking the teaching of writing is a good idea. So many doors in education and outside of eduction could open up for me. There is always the reading specialist idea, too--possibly with an ESL focus.

I'm getting itchy. That's a good sign, to be honest. It means I'm feeling better and have a bit more energy these days.

My cousin and I have been corresponding off and on, lately. We have had some papers to sign pertaining to my grandmom's estate, so we felt the need for family. Her part of our family is quite estranged and I don't have any brothers or sisters, so we are kind of able to be open to each other. We seem a lot alike, judging from the emails. I haven't seen her in at least 18-19 years. Her emails sound like me. It makes me laugh. We both fret over the same things, we both don't know what to do with ourselves and have a hard time making decisions. We both have come to the conclusion that we were raised for the era of aprons, sweaters and peal necklaces. Reading her emails reminds me of me, except that she went through with law school. She came to the same conclusions I did right before I made that final decision of whether or not to go. We both like the research and writing. We both like the "helping people" part; it's the slime and people who get into law for the wrong reasons we can't stand. So, I stayed with education, and lately I have been wanting to expand my horizons a bit.

I suck at just about every area of my life and I'm trying to change. Men: I just plain suck. I'm not real nice to look at, so I'm trying to improve my appearance. I have become a lump since I got ill, so I'm trying to become more active. I'm tired of how I teach and the level at which I teach, so I think I might go back to school to provide myself more opportunities. When all else fails in my life, at least I have my brain and I know how to use it (sometimes). I'm looking for schools that don't require graduate exams, because, well, I suck at those, too. Oddly, I'm a really good student and given to mostly A's. (Those tests are dumb.)

I could end up anywhere at this point. It's fun and scary at the same time. I'd really just like to have a life and be around people and have some fun, though. That seems a little more important to me these days. It's better for the heart. (See...can't make decisions.)

Prepare to be humbled.

Scully has a video about an amazingly talented young man and his dedicated, loving father. This story will humble you.

*Scroll down to the second post for Friday, 9/14.

PURE JOY TO MAKE YOU SMILE!

Remember what it was like to get crazy happy about a song or a "favorite" anything? I used to be the little kid jumping around, dancing and singing. Wouldn't it be great to get that excited about something as an adult? I don't often let myself think about being a mom, but in the past when I did, I always entertained a desire to have boys. They're fun. (Maybe because all the drama in my life has been at the hands of women.) If I had boys I'd want five of this little guy. He's a cutie!

CAPTION CONTEST

Here's one that allows for a lot of creativity! Have fun with it. I will post the winners by 10:00 p.m. Monday evening.

THE WINNERS!!!!

7. Ssssteve: "Doh, I ordered a Asian FEMALE in a French maid outfit!" Wyatt said.

6. Deathlok: Worst Waitress Service Ever!
5. Vincent Antonelli: The real reason RT gave up on the chinese language course: this was the instructor.
4. Dragon Lady: Hey, remember me from last night? Would putting the wig back on help?
3. Rodney Dill: Britney was less well prepared for her comeback tour than organizers had anticipated.
2. Mrs Grim: Me so horny, me love you long-time.

And the winner is....
1. Wyatt Earp: Michael Jackson promotes his "new" Victory Tour to an apathetic audience.

OTHER CONTESTS:

• Gone Rick Motel
• Right Pundits
• Rodney Dill
• WILLisms (Scroll down the page a bit.)
• Wyatt

SO NICE I WANNA KISS HIM!

A week or so ago (can't remember) I went on and on about how I LOOOOOOOVEEEEE Colin Farrell. Yeah, he's had his issues to deal with (don't we all?). But in interviews that I've seen with him, he's always seemed like a cool guy. I wouldn't mind having a beer with the guy.

Given all of that, I just read an article about Farrell helping out a homeless guy. At first it was helping the guy win a contest, buying him clothes, and a sleeping bag. When I read the part about a sleeping bag I thought, "Dude, you've got tons of money...can't you do more?" Well, he did. Not only did he go out to get the guy a wad of money, he paid a year's rent on an apartment for the guy. I hope the guy makes the most of it and turns his life around--it can happen.

We should never second-guess acts of kindness, either done to us or when we feel compelled to do them. You never know the impact you have on someone's life good or bad unless they really tell you. Why not impact someone for good?

Just because...

Less than 24 hours to go...

It all begins tomorrow!

I can't wait to hear Jim Jackson's first goalgasm. Heh.

THIS IS SWEET:

This is making me really happy and well, kind of...is it getting warm in here?


Remember when we could chant "Brownie" when the game was getting chippy? Remember the coach obliging by sending Brownie out to make us happy? Yeah. Miss those days.

*SIGH*

SEX DAY: Skip work, make babies, says Russian governor...

I'd be the only one at work, dagnabit!

In the mood for some guitar...

Today I feel like admiring a guitar player. His name is Adrian Vandenberg.

This first song helped me get some good cries on when I was young teenager sobbing over some guy (think he's a furniture salesman in PA or something, now...eh, he was doing my best-friend...niceeeee), anyway...This is a clip from 2004. The singer's voice is slightly worn (but good), but Adrian Vandenberg plays so beautifully. (The clip focuses more on Vandenberg than the original video.)

In fact, he's the reason Whitesnake was any good. Well, and Rudy Sarzo's hotness!!!! Yummy! Great googa mooga! (He's the bass player that likes to flick his tongue and grind his hips...just lettin' ya know is all.) I think I need to go watch that video again.

How many times do I have to make this observation?

It is the end of the world. So, ummm....still no, well, you know. Dagnabit! Horndoggedness is a terrible thing to waste.

WOW!

AND THE LAME SHALL WALK...

Just, WOW!

Bag your own...

I'm beat, fried, and thrashed. I haven't slept well the past couple of nights and now my brain cannot think of what to post. I have a couple of posts that I am working on for future use, but I wanted to add some humor today. There is a time to mourn and a time to laugh, dance, and sing. I've had enough sadness and general blah the past couple of months that I just need some humor and belly laughs.

So, it is your turn. Post a comment with some humor of some sort. It could be a joke, a funny quote or a crazy question for me. The comments area for this post is for your creativity and humor. Just have fun and laugh. Life without laughter is like trying to live without water or air.

Hug the ones you love, because you are lucky enough to be loved. Have a good one! :)

P.S. If anyone could rub my feet for me, I'd appreciate it. They have had a nice a pedicure. Pretty pink polish and everything. My feet keep cramping...owie.

9-11

I remember driving to work and thinking to myself what a beautiful day it was. I remember thinking of a man I loved very much dealing with personal grief and his father's funeral. I wanted to be there, but couldn't because of work. It was the first full week of school.

I remember the announcement made by our school's principal. I couldn't process the information.

I remember hearing the next announcement about the Pentagon.

I remember between classes a multitude of us outside of the school trying to use our cell phones. I tried to call the man I loved very much, I wanted to know if he was being "called up," because he was in the reserves. I remember his dad's funeral didn't happen. I remember being scared and sad: for him, for me, for the country. I remember seeing many students in hysterics. Many of their parents were stuck in New York. Residents died, residents escaped with their lives, colleagues in other schools lost family members. I remember feeling really angry and really confused.

I remember hearing about Pennsylvania.


I remember the next day and the resulting symbolism rising from the ashes.




I'll never forget.

Almost every day, I remember.

COOL!

Here is something cool that you can share with your kids if you have any. If not...you will enjoy it, too. It is neat-0.

Because I can, darnit!

I need something good to look at right about now. I've been watching the hearings and well, I am feeling pretty angry. One word for the D.C. crew: Assholes. No other way to put it. So, given my anger and my general "needs," in fine RT fashion, I've decided to share something quite yummy with the ladies. Cristiano Ronaldo is a famous soccer player. Rumors of his personal life are a bit icky and a picture is about as close as we want to get to him...might catch something. However, well, there really aren't any words. I'm allowed to look and I'm enjoying the view...A LOT!

SOME PSYCHOBILLY

I can't sleep. I hate when that happens. But hey, it turned into a post, right? I listen to old country music most nights as I trail off to sleep. Tonight I heard a song that reminded me of Captain America and his quest to rebuild his car. So this is for him and for those of you that have an appreciation for Johnny Cash.

A poem

I can't seem to get my act together to write a poem, mainly because I lack the talent and patience. However, this morning, I found myself reading a lot of poetry. I wasn't looking for inspiration, nor was I looking to be jealous of the talent of other people to say so much in so few words. I found this poem and it made me think that I wish I could think so intently as to scribe words that express my heart or my observations of the world around me (or a combination of both). I'm so laced with humor that I think I've lost touch with a lot of my other emotions, or at least conveying them.

I use humor to squash pain. You just get to a point where you have no other recourse; however, poets find another way, don't they? They seem to linger and wallow in the emotions of life so that they are totally consumed. That's probably why so many of the poets I've studied were drunks, drug addicts, had poor relationships with others, and died at their own hands. Because of their ability to allow life to pour out of them, because it has reached the brim of their souls, I get to appreciate them. Funny thing is, that appreciation is probably something they looked for all their lives and never really received.

In art there is much rejection and a never ending desire to do better, because what you do is never good enough. Seems like a double-edged sword to me. You put yourself on the line, allow people to see a side of you that you'd rather keep locked up, and they tell you, "Thank you, but no thanks. Your effort is good, but the quality is not. Sorry, but we know better than you; we are better judges of all that is expressed, and you are not good enough for us." Sad, really. We're always told, throughout life, to not take things personally, that what other people feel and believe about us is their problem, not ours. To a degree, that is true. No one knows what is truly going on inside, but us. No one can truly judge us unless they really take the time to get to know us; yet they judge.

Well, today, I've decided to share a poem that I read that touched my heart for many reasons. I judged it worthy to share because the poet chose words to express how I feel, when I couldn't. I wonder if anyone ever told him they appreciated this poem while he was alive?

"Tact"
Edwin Arlington Robinson

OBSERVANT of the way she told
So much of what was true,
No vanity could long withhold
Regard that was her due:
She spared him the familiar guile,
So easily achieved,
That only made a man to smile
And left him undeceived.

Aware that all imagining
Of more than what she meant
Would urge an end of everything,
He stayed; and when he went,
They parted with a merry word
That was to him as light
As any that was ever heard
Upon a starry night.

She smiled a little, knowing well
That he would not remark
The ruins of a day that fell
Around her in the dark:
He saw no ruins anywhere,
Nor fancied there were scars
On anyone who lingered there,
Alone below the stars.

SUNDAY SONG

Song: "Trust"
Artist: Sixpence None the Richer

Sometimes the words from the Bible are enough.

A couple of jokes...

The Slacker:
The Chairman of the Board, feeling it was time for a shake-up, hires a new CEO known as a hatchet man. The new boss is determined to rid the company of all slackers, and make a real impression on his first day.
The Chairman takes him on a tour of the facilities, and the CEO notices a guy leaning on a wall. The room is full of workers and he thinks this is his chance to show everyone he means business.
The CEO walks up to the guy and asks, "And how much money do you make a week?"
Undaunted, the young fellow looks at him and replies, "I make $500 a week. Why?"
The CEO then hands the guy $500 in cash and screams, "Here's a week's pay, now get out and don't come back!"
Feeling pretty good about his first firing, the CEO looks around the room and asks, "Does anyone want to tell me what that slacker did here?"
Finally one of the workers raises his hand.
"Yeah?" the CEO demands.
"Pizza delivery man, sir."

Bubba Goes to Church:
Bubba goes to a revival and listens to the preacher. After a while, the preacher asks anyone with needs to come forward and be prayed over.
To the preacher's surprise, Bubba gets in line.
It takes awhile, but Bubba is very patient. When it's his turn the preacher says, "It's been a long time since you came in, Bubba."
Bubba simply nods.
The preacher says. "What you want me to pray about?"
Bubba says, "Preacher, I need you to pray for my hearing."
So the preacher puts one finger in Bubba's ear and the other hand on top of his head and prays a while.
After a few minutes, he removes his hands and says, "OK, Bubba, how's your hearing now?"
"I don't know preacher," Bubba says. "It's not until next Wednesday."

(H/T: Jumbo Joke)

SOME PIMPING AND INSPIRATION:

Hey, Wyatt went away to the race at Richmond this weekend. I think we should stuff his sitemeter to capactiy! Go visit him and see who he hates and enter his caption contest.

Also of note...Guinness is good for you!

DBA Dude has a link to a study that states such wonders as...

A pint of the black stuff a day may work as well as an aspirin to prevent heart clots that raise the risk of heart attacks.

Now that is some great news to read on a Friday!

A friend sent this to me, today. I just thought I'd pass this food-for-thought along to you.
To realize the value of a sister, ask someone who doesn't have one.
To realize the value of ten years, ask a newly divorced couple.
To realize the value of four years, ask a graduate.
To realize the value of one year, ask a student who has failed a final exam.
To realize the value of nine months, ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.
To realize the value of one month, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of one week, ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of one minute, ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane.
To realize the value of one-second, ask a person who has survived an accident.

Time waits for no one

Treasure every moment you have. You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special

To realize the value of a friend or family member: LOSE ONE.

On a totally unrelated note, I think this might give me nightmares. Eeek!

Is this the true you?

Mrs. GrimJack, at Much Ado About Nothing, has a list of astrological signs and what traits are supposed to be found in those born under those signs. While I am not into horoscopes, I am always intrigued by the character traits. Here is my sign (sooooo '70s):

SAGITTARIUS - The Promiscuous One (NOT!!!! Grrrrrrr!)
Spontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found. Loves being in long relationships. So much love to give. Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone They meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in the you know where..!!! Not the kind of person you wanna mess with- you might end up crying.

You can find your sign's traits at Mrs. Grim's site.

CAPTION CONTEST

Have fun! I will post winners around 10:00 p.m., Monday.

WINNERS!!!!!!!!!

3. Wyatt: Pimps in the 1940's lacked a certain style.

2. Deathlok: From a weight standpoint, we needed three more Blues Brothers to replace Belushi.


THE WINNER IS.....
1. Cowboy Blob: The Jehovah's Witness Protection Program.

OTHER CONTESTS:

• Bagel Blogger (I got 3rd place last week!)
  
• Cowboy Blob
• Gone Rick Motel
• Right Pundits (I got 3rd place last week!)
  
• Rodney Dill
• WILLisms (Scroll down a bit.)
  
  

Warning: I just awoke from a nap...a really good one.

Two thoughts...

Why are female pron stars usually hot and male pron stars are well....


(Second thought, and totally unrelated...)
This clip is in honor of Luciano Pavarotti and Beverly Sills. When I was young and PBS still put real arts on the tube, I used to watch a lot of opera, ballet, and classical music performed. However, I still got some shots of culture from other places: Iron Maiden, Tom and Jerry, and Bugs Bunny!

Mmmmmmmmm, Maiden!

1. I listened to Powerslave by Maiden all the way home from school today. Awesome! I was at a light during my favorite part of "Rhime of the Ancient Mariner," so I rolled the windows down and blasted it. Don't worry, I was surrounded by guys my age in their trucks and I was rolling through farmland. I probably would have gotten a ticket from a cop for the noise, though.

2. My interest in learning more about literature and history comes from listening to Maiden.

3. The fact that I like hairy chests comes from staring at Bruce Dickinson, sans shirt.

Enjoy the video!

Another good day!

Many of you know the problems I've had with pain, fatigue, and my legs over the past three years, since I've talked about them at various times. Usually, when I begin the school year, it is very painful for me. While I'm experiencing mild leg cramps at night and some general discomfort, it is nothing like the past three school years. I'm not in a fog, I'm not in excruciating pain, and the only thing that hurts are my upper legs and lower back, with muscle aches. The aches are comparable to when you decide to work out for the the first time in months and your work out is hours long. I am noticing a great deal of strength returning to my legs. I even walked out to our soccer fields today because my school was playing my cousin's son's team. Unfortunately, he was injured and didn't make the trip (one of my teacher buddies with field access checked with their bench). I walked further than I've walked in three years. YAY!!!! Now, if my pants didn't keep trying to fall down, that would have made things better. Looks like I'll be getting rid of some clothing this weekend! :)

Well, I meet the kiddies tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it. Can't say that has been how I have felt the past three or four years.

I haven't forgotten about the poem I promised. I'm a little tired and a little busy. I was going to try to write a sonnet, but I'm not sure the brain cells will be clicking enough.

I'm going to bed, now. Well, maybe.

HEADLINES!!!

1. Local herb society plans festival
Wooo hooo! Break out the oregano and basil! We're gonna have a party!

2. Actor Playing Brutus Stabs Himself
Idiot. He must have read one of those "study guides."

3. Go Back To School With Fast Times At RT High!
That's right, they are naming a school after me and we will have nap time!

4. Has a mythical beast turned up in Texas?
I thought Sheehan was working on her campaign in California to overthrow Peloser.

5. Lockheed Martin Adopts IPv6
Dag. C3PO and R2D2 were so hoping to be the first robot-domestic partnership to adopt IPV6.

6. Escaped alligator scares neighbor
Unless I have missed something, I don't think alligators are into friendly tea parties or anything.

7. Thai temple makes lucky charms of infants' ashes
That's some hardcore cereal.

8. Corzine (NJ governor) signs anti-corruption bill
HA! Now that's rich. Oh wait, yeah, he is really rich and gave millions to his ex-girlfriend and told her in emails to not tell investigators about it. HA!

9. 5 horrifying parasites

• Rosie O'Donnell
  
• Vince Fumo
• Al Sharpton
• Jesse Jackson
• Any hack media member

10. Man Charged With Assault for Throwing Cheetos at Dad
Good thing it wasn't assault with pretzel rods. He might have impaled his dad.

A good day!

I'm so freakin' tired. All I did all day was go to meetings and then meet with some students about a program I advise. You'd think I'd be fresh as a daisy. Nope. We are as bad as the kids the night before school begins. We are anxious, giddy, and can't sleep. So, we all come in needing a nap. I think that was all I said all day, "I'm tired. I need a nap." It took me an HOUR to eat a freakin' sandwich. So, today was totally unproductive. Oh well...I'll be plenty busy enough tomorrow.

Overall though, I had a really nice day. One of my teacher buddies is pregnant. I'm so happy for her, as she has been trying for a really long time. One of co-workers got engaged. He's a super nice guy and I'm so happy for him. I got my beginning of year affection from the men folk. We are like a family, so when a guy you work with kisses you on the smacker, you're not weirded out or anything. A few others provided hugs and kisses (men and women). It was just really nice to reconnect with people. This was also the first year I felt really comfortable returning to school. I was getting around better and managed to go down one more size over the summer, so the compliments were nice. Even my students noticed. It is hard to not feel like a blob when you are around fit people and super-fit teenagers. It's like being in high school all over again, and it is hard not to feel insecure. I need to work on that, but I'm a work in progress.

Other good stuff today? My mom had her second interview with the BIG insurance company. She and the guy that could be her boss had a really nice interview and my mom just seemed really positive afterward. So, if you are praying tonight, please remember her (Addie). Thanks. I'm going to veg out for about an hour, now. Hope you all have a great evening and an awesome day tomorrow. :)

IT'S THAT TIME!!!!

Well, y'all. . .I go back to school tomorrow. I have two days of unproductive meetings and speeches and then I meet my kids. As much as the stress of my job gets to be a bit much, and as much as I really hate getting up a 4:00 a.m., I really do love my job. I'm blessed to be in a district where academics are stressed, thus creating a true learning atmosphere. I know that isn't the case in a lot of districts. I need to only look to my south a few miles or across the river to know how lucky I am.

One thing I do have in common with teachers all over the country is that most of us really do care about your children and their development. Yes, there are teachers who see kids as things and don't see the human side. However, most of us do see it and seek to not only educate, but to also encourage growth.

So, for the next ten months, I'll be getting up obnoxiously early, getting home around 7 or 8, and reading about 500-1000 sheets of writing each week. I have resolved to not bring home work on the weekends and to not bring a bag home with me at night. Those two things are the hardest to do. But, I can't do this job 24/7 anymore. I want to concentrate on my personal life, spiritual life, and my physical well-being. Now, if I can manage to get to bed by 10:00 p.m. every night, then I'd be rockin'! Yeah, that will happen. HA!

The Most Beautiful Rainbow

A friend sent this to me the other day. I thought it was so nice that I had to share. *It might take a couple of days for that poem I promised. The Guinness keeps getting in the way.

The most beautiful rainbow

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that
wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You
will have your heart broken probably more than once and
it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so
remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight
with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things
an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast,
and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too
many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never
been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset
is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. Don't be
afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.

YIPEEEEEEEEE! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you are 12.129.140, Barbourville, Kentucky,
8:55 p.m., THANK YOU! Your hit made you my 10,000th visitor! I'll have to write a crappy poem for the phantom visitor! This could be fun!

I really appreciate all of you for reading my blog. It brightens my day that you all keep coming back and that you leave any comments at all. Really.

10K Golden!

I'm approaching 10K. Sadly, I have nothing to offer the winner. A picture of me might be handy for Halloween "tricks," or I could offer free tutoring on an essay or something. That's some gift, eh? I'd write you a poem, but I'm not real good at writing poems. Well, I could dedicate a post to you and write a crappy poem for you. At least you'd laugh and that's a gift. :)

I can't wait to see who it is!

Btw, you know you are up too late when Showtime at the Apollo comes on and you are bopping with the rap music that someone is performing.

Seize the Day!

Scully has a post about following your dreams and doing what fills your soul. It reminded me of a song that I used to like back in the early/mid '90s about following what is in your heart. Sometimes we have to take those risks and hope we are supported in those decisions. Today's "Sunday Song" is "Seize the Day" by Carolyn Arends.

By the way, Scully had 500 hits yesterday! Her 500th hit was from Dudley's Diary. I've read it a couple of times and it is a good read. Go visit him, too.

Live simply. Love generously.
Care deeply. Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God.

My general silliness...

This weekend the World Beard and Moustache Championships were held in Brighton, England. While I like a good goatee and general manicured scruffiness, I'm not sure about something I could hang Christmas ornaments off of...just sayin'.

Se habla idiot?

Well, folks, the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals in San Francisco is at it again! This time they've decided that it is ok for trucks to go from Mexico into the United States. As it stands, Canada already enjoys full trucking privileges within the United States. I don't think either, given our climate, should be allowed.

I wouldn't mind so much if we lived in Mother Goose land where good always prevails and evil gets its due. However, we have serious security concerns. We have threats that can enter from either border and through our airports. We don't need to hand them the keys to destroy our way of life, too. What is wrong with requiring that trucks be unloaded at the border and the contents placed in our own trucks? To be honest, I think the backgrounds and records of our truck drivers should be under more scrutiny.

The allowance of trucks to come into the United States from Mexico is a result of NAFTA. Clinton signed on to it in 1994, but did not follow through on the Mexico to U.S. trucking plan. Ummm...where was the 9th Circuit to enforce things like they are doing now? A tribunal has decided that Bush must allow trucking and the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals has supported that order, despite objections.

Need more proof that liberals are fueled by opposition and really don't care about our way of life and safety?

(H/T for the full article: Yahoo)

Harry is a dork!

Ok, so I'm enjoying sipping my Guinness a little too much. It has relaxed me beyond belief. Yeah, baby.

Harry: A dork, a jerk, and nincompoop has decided that he will now "compromise" with Republicans. HA! The double-speak award goes to half-hearted Harry:

"I don't think we have to think that our way is the only way," Reid said of specific dates during an interview in his office here. "I'm not saying, 'Republicans, do what we want to do.' Just give me something that you think you would like to do, that accomplishes some or all of what I want to do."

Ok, life application here: So, Harry, if you want to go to McDonalds and I want to go to Taco Bell. That won't work unless I say, "You know what Harry? Let's go to McDonalds. I'll find something, I guess." However, we compromised because we went to a fast food joint, because I gave you your way?

(H/T: Washington Post)

Some girls have all the luck. Just sayin'

Some girls get to travel the world and experience the best the world has to offer. *Sigh*