August 30, 2005

Icelandic Music For A Hot NIght Cool Off



Sigur Ross and Agaetis Byrjun

Don't you love the sparkly,icy cool feel of this song? I found it on Amazon free downloads and had to have it. I didn't understand a word of the lyrics and didn't care. When I researched the band a I was intrigued. Check out their site...after the song is over. For now, close your eyes and drift...

trivia from the album �g�tis byrjun: the strings in star�lfur are palindromic; they are the same forwards and backwards. the album's intro is a chapter from the title track, �g�tis byrjun, reversed. avalon is a chapter from star�lfur, slowed down.

You Can Call Me Jay or You Can Call Me Nut Chin

Okay, school starts, kids get sick. Vomit begins to fly. Toilets. floors and faces scream to be scrubbed. I need to repaint my bathroom walls anyway, I tell myself. I was thinking about Jackson Pollack style. I almost spewed my own lunch this afternoon after Alec let go. Poor boy, he is S I C K in a big way. I had visions of meningitis West Nile Virus type last night, and then, he began to feel a bit better, the fever became controlled and he slept. Then, today, blagh. Perhaps a sinus infection is the culprit we decided. We shall see what tomorrow brings. I'm suffering intense sleep talk walk typing. See...I"m doing it now. I am also suffering from underground zits. You know, the kind that hurt deep beneath the skin but never really emerge but you try to squeeze them out anyway and in doing so shuck off the top 2 layers of your skin leaving an abrasion that is FAR FAR worse than the actual underground zit, which by the way will NEVER EVER come to a head because they are FREAKS OF NATURE therefore ensuring that you too will become a walking talking facially impaired FREAK OF NATURE yourself! Why? Why? I'm almost 40 years old and for making it this far I deserve underground zits?! I don't think so. It feels like AND probably looks like I'm hiding a walnut on my chin. Just call me Jay Leno Junior! I'm going to take a nut cracker to that area and probably need a skin graft! Luckily for me, my ass has plenty of spare stuff hanging about just free for the taking.
Well, I'm going to try to sleep. First I'm going to go get a pantyhose, pull it over my head and use it to secure several ice cubes to my new nut chin in hopes of perhaps reducing the massive gargantuan swelling orb that resides there.

August 28, 2005

I Was Hit By A Bus

...and the name of that bus was Old Fashioned Saturday Night. Yes, something called "old" came, it saw and then it royally kicked my ass. I'm not ashamed. I put up a helluva fight. The better team won. I freely admit it.
holy crap
I'm SO lucky I had great help on Saturday or I'd probably be D E A D. Maybe I am and hell is my dirty house that smells like foul laundry and dust bunnies.
I'm going now to put the shop together. May God have mercy on my soul.

ps...don't you LOVE my new skin?? I'm still trying to get it "right" I need to tweak it...but Sheila of Tart graphics did an awesome job. Thank you Sheila you are da bomb!

August 27, 2005

Slat Ass Turns...OLD

Yesterday was Slat Ass Suzies Birfday. Happy Birthday Oh Little Slat Ass...Happy Birthday tooooo Youuuuuu!



I missed her partay last night because when I peeped home from work, Alec was flat on his back, sick with a virus thingy. Fever, abdominal cramping you know the rote. He is still lying on the couch, fever broke at this time, and I'm wondering how the day will be. Katie volunteered to be his nurse as tonight is the Old Fashioned Saturday Night gala event and there is a ton of things to do! I've got to be at work shortly...and probably won't be home much until late late late tonight. I hate that...leaving a sick kid. Makes me feel like an shitty mom. Poor little man. Good thing I've got awesome helpers at the
shop...still...probably until after tonight that is...hahahahahahaha.
no added stress today at all...

August 25, 2005

Balless, Earless AND Tattooless

Holy Crap!
Two Charged With Castrating N.C. Man, Cutting His Ears Off
Read This!
And last night, for the first time, I watched Miami Ink. I've been wanting to and finally got my chance. I cannot believe the beautiful art those guys are capable of making on a body. It was really interesting to watch. It kind of reminded me of Mr. Ed. I bet you are scratching your...head...and wondering Why the hell Mr. Ed? Well, once upon a time a bitch posse set out for a shopping trip and in the course of the weekend SOMEONE got a tattoo of a horse on their ass. Therefore she is now dubbed as the infamous Mr. Ed.
I keep thinking about what kind of tattoo I would like to get poked into my ample skin. A picture of a...what? What inspires me, what is...me. I mean a bathtub, a beer and a jug of hair dye might be a cute look until the tequila wore off...then what? A butterfly? hell NO A bicycle? maybe A donut...hahahahahahha already GOT IT shit A book? hmmmm I wonder about some saying of some sort...like a quote I like...NO Shelley...not Beer Me! or Jose Quervo he's a good friend of mine. Anyway, I gotta go fumigate the boys rooms...gag...if you don't hear from me in awhile...send help.

August 24, 2005

Current Known Factoids

--The Dash is going to get a new look soon and I can't wait!
--I found out something in a local paper about my shop that I wasn't aware of because NOBODY ASKED ME! I'm just the owner why would someone take time to TALK TO ME huh?! HUH?! HUH?!
--I need to order amaretto coffee beans.
--I also need alcohol therapy and I don't even have a moldy bottle of wine! I may even be out of vanilla AND nyquil!
--I'm running dangerously low on reading material.
--There are the "soap scrimmages" on Friday...I hope I enjoy them...and what I mean by soap scrimmages is the volleyball girls play a game against one another and the football team plays a game against one another..and you have to bring a bar of soap to pay to get in and what I mean by one another...is just that...girls against girls and boys against boys and what I mean by enjoy them is that I hope I ummm well...I hope Katie kicks ass and takes names because she can serve through a brick wall by God she can so I hope she brings it on Friday!
--I haven't lost any weight...I haven't tried...but I wanted to...lose weight that is.
--I do not have to get up until 7 am tomorrow!!!! aghhhh!!!!!!!!! aghhhhh!!!!!! I am going to be running around like the home alone boy until 2pm tomorrow!!
--Tart graphics ROCKS!
--Mark is gone for several days to a nephew's wedding that is about 10 ish hours away.
--I'm not going to be gone. I'll be right here...at home...at work...or just...here...yup...that's me...me and the kids...me and the kids and the dog and the cat...we'll be right here except when we are at WORK and at school SLAVING OUR ASSES OFF!
--The kids get out of school at 2pm tomorrow!

August 23, 2005

Do I Have Big Bushwackers?

Well, I was going to blog about peppers. Namely the rather large one I recently picked from my garden, took a bite out of and discovered that noooo it wasn't a regular green pepper...it was a regular HOT PEPPER! I looked at the tag and read Bushwacker. hmmmm I thought, Bushwacker...now THERE is something to research and write about. I went to google and typed in bushwacker to get some other interesting facts about that particular word and also to see if my bushwackers had been exposed to gamma rays or if was normal for that particular type of pepper to be gargantuan! My bushwackers appeared to be 9 inch wonders! I smirked as I searched because I kept imagining all the funny stories I would find about bushwacker. I was pumped!
side note that reminds me of the most awesome movie...have you ever seen The Effects of Gamma Rays on Man on the Moon Marigolds ?? I LOVE that movie. I think Natalie Wood was in it.
Anyway...I found nothing about Bushwacker Peppers...ab so lute ly Nothing. I put my shoes on, went back outside, and after looking at the tag noticed that it REALLY said, Big Jim Peppers.
oh
Big Jim



...never mind

August 22, 2005

The Power of Suggestive TV

I should have flippin' known! After watching Face Eating Tumor last night on TLC I should have know, really, that I would wake up with a cold sore...or is it...aghhhhh....a face eating tumor brought on my suggestive TV viewing? In any case, I feel shitty.
bastard cold sore
makes me mad
no WONDER my eye was having it's own hissy fit recently...it was just trying to escape having to look at my leper like face!
I should have heeded the warning signs...started taking lysine, green tea, grape seed extract, getting the right amount of sleep, watching TV only if Old Yeller, Wizard of Oz or Cinderella was on.
**shaking fist at face**
I HATE YOU COLD SORE! DIE! DIE! DIE!

Google Current

I have been watching Google Current on the tube instead of CNN. I LOVE it! I'm addicted. This morning, for example, there was a retro flashback story going back to January 28, 1986 when America was shocked by the destruction of the space shuttle Challenger, and the death of its seven crew members and wa la there was Dan Rather with the announcement that there was something very wrong and soon President Reagan, instead his State of the Union speech, spoke of the tragedy...god...it just brought tears to my eyes. It was a damn good speech!
Anyway...google current inspired me to look up other information about the Challenger and isn't that kind of an awesome thing in itself? A news show that made me want to go and learn more about the subject on my own instead of waiting for more info from them?

Just Random Mess

Just finished watching The Boy Whose Skin Fell Off and just a bit of an old favorite, Face Eating Tumor on TLC. I can't say enough when I say, Thank God I was born with my skin intact, though it has been abused for years by holding my bra fat, my wobbly ass and various other bulges inside of it, it still stays firmly and in some cases not so firmly, in place! Thank you!
Oddly, after lying in bed, thinking and thinking and thinking about skin and cancer and face eating tumors and surgery and scabs and dressing changes I couldn't sleep and came downstairs to take a Tylenol, as we are out of Crown, Mich or Benedryl and decided to blog some bits of randomness. Aren't we all so very lucky?!
Reading or just Read:
We Thought You Would Be Prettier...1 chapter left...not bad
Herbal Remedies with the juicer...skimmed...again...not bad
The Yearling...I know I know...again?...yes...again...I LOVE IT PEOPLE that book is soo good you can taste it, you could actually live on it if you were trapped on an island without food or water.

I'm trying to do a bit more poetry at The Starlite Cafe...it's my old stomping grounds, where I first started to mess around with the computer so very long ago under the pseudo of poni. I am loving it although I feel rusty as hell. My brain has really started to atrophy for some reason. I doubt it has anything to do with hair dye, beer or late night blogging. So don't worry. You all are safe as toast!

Well, I should sleep now as soon I'll have to be up at the shop. Again, a treat to the early morning customers, a black eyed bulgy yawning bitch holding a donut and a cappuccino with all her skin intact.

August 21, 2005

This Cheered Me Up!

I just got a new picture of my cousin Jeana's (Jeana is Slat Asses sister in case you didn't know) daughter Reagan. This is her first Brave's Game. God isn't she cute!

Time For A Cool Change

We had the general hullabaloo at the McCurdy household this weekend minus the parade and a Coffee Bean Queen appearance. The kids are a bit tired after the first few days of school and getting back into a routine is going to be a major accomplishment I hope we achieve before Christmas break. It's muggier than hell and I am longing for the coolness of fall. I'm sick of the lawn, sick of weeds, sick of NOT having a fire. I want to burn stuff up, leave the windows open and smell ... something besides this closed up air conditioned smell. When I'm done with laundry, dishes, beating the kids, vacuuming, dusting, popping a zit and bitching I think I'll take a long walk...hahahahahhahaha chuh riiight!

ps...I no longer have an eye problem. School started.. twitch went away...you do the math.

August 19, 2005

I Envy Robert Jones

...for getting on Route 181 and ending up at THIS PLACE

August 18, 2005

Why Would Someone Be On My Site ??

Lately I've noticed someone from this address has been on my site for an EXTREME amount of time. That is SO odd. What could one possible be doing for that long on MY site? If it's YOU...let me in on the secret will ya? I KNOW it can't be for the entertainment value...let's be serious.
Domain Name
ntnu.no ? (Norway)
IP Address
129.241.104.# (Norwegian University of Science and Technology, No)
ISP
Norwegian University of Science and Technology, No

August 17, 2005

This Is GOOD

I know you think all I've done today is sit on my ass and gaze spellbound at the computer. You are dead wrong! I went to work for a while. I came home. I took a little nappy too, I made garlic mashed potatoes, I put a roast in the oven after I rubbed it with spice, I watched the end of Mr. Hollands Opus, with a tear in my eye, I washed some clothes, I petted Poor Nutless Wonderdog Petie as he walked about our home with a gait as stiff as the guy who fell from a ladder and impaled a mayonaise jar up his ass. I mean he is bow legged and wishing for the old days of that I'm sure. I've got to go back to work soon but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to show you a new product I HAVE GOT TO HAVE!


Can't you just see me? Washing my hair with this? And in desparate times...quaffing the bubbly brew? I CANNOT believe I found something like this!

ps...who is 129.241.104.# from ntnu.no?

Wash Your Box!

I wanted to list these links because I LOVE THEM! I have ordered from Lush, Urban Decay and just now from Melt. Fun Fun Fun ! Check them out and enjoy.
Lush
Sephora
Urban Decay
Hard Candy
Good To Be You
Melt

August 15, 2005

What Does Your Face Say?

I wonder what my face says in braille? I'm sure my nose must be the symbol of an exclamation point! Wouldn't that be weird if someone "read" faces and they said something? I mean, for example, Osama Bid Laden's face might say, Natural Born Killer, George Bush's might say, Shit Magnet. I wonder what Jay Leno's face could possible say? I just keep thinking of all the subliminal messages we could be giving out with our faces as we walk down the street, buy our groceries, kiss our spouse, smile at the world, teach our children, lead our country, perform surgery.

August 14, 2005

Lop Legged Turkey Talking

Old Settlers Parade...done
Relay For Life...done
Roll Order for 9 a.m....tomorrow
Petie Gets Snipped...Aug. 16
Alec...Ortho...Aug. 16
School Starts...Aug. 19
Tentative Principal Call to me...Aug. 23
Slat Asses Birthday...Aug. 26th
Marks Nephew Kevens Wedding...Aug. 26...(10 hours awa)
Old Fashioned Saturday Night...Aug. 26th
Nervous Breakdown...Aug. 27th


Relay for Life went well. Mark,( emceed all night) Ramie, Andrew, Alec and I stayed up through the whole thing walking. It wasn't a pretty sight. We were staggering around like lop legged turkey's...well maybe that was just me. Shelley, Melissa, Connie, Bob, mom, dad, Jim and Carolyn, John and Lucille and Niki all took a turn or two or a kajillion around the track as well. In the end I believe over twenty eight thousand dollars was raised to fight cancer! Isn't that awesome!! The organizers were great people and they were running circles around everyone else. I admire and respect them very much. I wonder how many miles we walked. When I say walk I mean staggered. When I began to feel like shit I thought of someone who had cancer, and the fact that, with a good sleep I would feel better and then I decided I felt good enough to walk another lap around the track. The night was very cool and dampish and that was a bit miserable. We got home around 7 a.m. and hit the fart sack...hard. I woke up around 11:30 and grogged around in the chair until 12:30. Then...us per usual, laundry, dishes, unload the car, go to the track and get some stuff, deliver the stuff, fold the clothes, feed the kids, blah blah blah. Mark and Andrew slept forever, in fact they may still be snoring. I feel like pretty well exhausted now...but the night is young and filled with exciting and entertaining chores!

August 13, 2005

These Shoes Were Made For Walking

Tonight's the night!
Relay For Life of Furnas Co. - Cambridge

A fun-filled overnight activity that mobilizes communities across the country to celebrate survivorship, remember those who lost their lives to cancer, and raise money for the fight against cancer. This is an American Cancer Society signature activity.
Start date and time
8/13/2005 7:00PM
End date and time
8/14/2005 7:00AM
Agenda
7:00 p.m. - Opening Ceremony; 7:30 p.m. - Survivors' Lap; 10:00 p.m. - Luminaria Ceremony; 6:45 a.m. - Closing Ceremony
Additional Information
Event will take place rain or shine.
Intended Audience
General
Languages spoken at this event
EnglishAppropriate attire
Casual
Location and Contact Information
LocationCambridge High School
1003 Nelson St
Cambridge, NE 69022
See a map

August 12, 2005

Twitching, Bitching and Yawning

I think this title would make a good blog name. I may have to change Dash Blog's handle.
Last night some of the youngsters across the way had a jam session. I went outside, crawled on top of the trailer we are going to put our Coffee Bean Queen float on, laid down and stared at the stars and listened. I love live music and granted, there weren't many songs I recognized, but I still enjoyed it. I mean what could be better than watching stars and listening to live music?
In other news...I STILL have an eye twitch!
What Causes Eye Twitching or an Eye Twitch?
Stress ...well...count me in for that
Irritation of the cornea or conjunctiva...hmmmm...I did accidentally poke my neon blue mascara wand into my eye the other day...
Fatigue ...got it
Lack of sleep ...got it
Staring too long such as at computer screen or tv or when sewing...got it
Nervous system disorder ...yahh...probably got it
Eye Twitching Treatment Options
Mild Eye Twitching
Will usually go away on its own
Cut down on stress ...chuhhh....right
Rest up...chuhhh....right
Severe Eye Twitching
Medication (different depending on situation) usually to relax muscles ...what muscles?
Botox injections....ha ha ha ha...I have a legit REASON besides the wrinkle thing a ma jig
Surgery only for the severest of cases that hamper vision...uhhhh...hamper vision...I just had this "vision" of my laundry hamper and it wasn't good.

No WONDER My Eye is Twitching!

I dreamed we got robbed. Not here at home, at the shop. I don't know if I so much as dreamed it as I might have just thought it. You know, woke up, still in REM and thoughts drifting. There have been break-ins in nearby towns recently. We've had a "stranger" in the shop for a couple of days and it was easy for me to think of him as "casing" the joint. I've been watching too much news lately. Trying to make something out of nothing...ha ha.
Other things of note:
I have developed an eye twitch and it's driving me INSANE
I could still be asleep
It's Friday
I have to work all day today and tomorrow morning until 2pm.
Some of the Coffee Bean Queens are going to be in a parade tomorrow
I have to decorate a trailer, somehow get the float lashed to the trailer, get the costumes
Tomorrow evening is the Relay for Life walk
I have to: pop a gazillion pounds of popcorn, set up my tents, get a "movie theater" ready, have my walking shoes on, get my donations ready, walk all night from 6pm to 6 am
I'm going back to bed for an hour!

August 11, 2005

Remake This!

Everything seems to be a remake lately. The music, the films, the fashion and even the news. Is nothing "new" anymore? Let's see how many times does one really want to sit through Herbie, Willy Wonka or the Bad News Bears? I mean, hell, wasn't 1 or 2 times when you were a kid...like 30 years ago...ENOUGH?!
Now, fashion retro redo isn't as hard to take, for me. But when news reporters have to start pimping current issues with famous "old news" characters to try and add romance, excitement and general excess mayhem it makes me sick. Just like, as TJ mentions, there is no comparison between Bonnie and Clyde and recent fugitives, George and Jennifer Hyatte...except both the couples were killers. But someone on TV compared them to the old timers and I just bet the station began to see an increase in viewers. It was a nice catchphrase I guess. People remember Bonnie and Clyde.
Who or what will our children remember? Are there any people or any things that are unique at all?? Is everything just one big circle jerk of remakes?

August 10, 2005

Bonnie & Clyde

Watching TV tonight it's hard not to miss the "hot" news story of the moment. Fugitives, George and Jennifer Hyatte were apprehended after a "Bonnie & Clyde" style prison escape that ended in Columbus Ohio. While watching the news story and hearing the reference to that famous couple I was jarred by a memory.
I had two turkey's as pets ( I know I know...Turkey's? yes...Turkey's) and their names were, oddly, Bonnie & Clyde. I kept them at my Grandpa and Grandma Paisley's house. They ran all over that place and would gobble back at you like they knew what they were talking about. Sometimes I would find one of their long, white feathers, hide behind a tree, shake the feather, make a gobble noise and laugh until I cried as I watched those sweet little dorks run to find the new turkey in town. They were surprised everytime when they discovered it was me. Yes, I realize I led a sheltered life. Can you see why I am the way I am?? Anyway, one day, for no apparent reason, Bonnie died. I swear it wasn't because she ran into a tree! Clyde was heartbroken and he ran all over the farm looking for his mate, his bright red wattle swaying in the breeze like a flag. In fact, I couldn't do the hide behind the tree thing anymore because I just knew he would feel real bad running to the tree expecting his love and finding only me holding a feather. Poor Clyde...he didn't last long. Maybe a couple of weeks, and then he too, took that final dirt nap, dying of a broken heart, I'm sure.
Memories...sigh

Hee Haw Hee Haw Hee Haw

Owning your own business having a life and having a clean home are hardly compatible. That said, school starts soon and I don't know whether or not I am happy or sad. I sure hate to start getting those calls from the principal again. You know, those ones that start with, I have your son here blah blah blah and he has something to tell you yada yada yada...and then the snuffling whispery voice of the boy of choice comes on and tells me the something and has the surprised sound of someone that cannot believe that he would get into trouble for doing the something he got caught doing. ugh ugh ugh I hope this will be a better year. Let's see...I have a boy in 6th grade(pre but teetering on the edge of hormonal, pre but teetering on the edge of zit, pre but teetering on the edge of you are stoopid), one in 8th grade(mid throes hormone king, mid zit, mid you are stoopid) and a girl who is a junior(don't ask!) and is already planning her college escape.
People, this could be a l o n g donkey ass year.

August 08, 2005

Well, At Least I Got Cheesie Green Beans!

Well, it's been a long donkey ass day already and it's probably not over yet. After work, I went to the Relay for Life meeting to turn in my teams donation money. As no one else on my team was aware they were to bring their money today I had only mine. And that was small potatoes. I was writing a check at 6:25 pm and the meeting was at 6:30. The walk is on Saturday night and it goes from 6pm to 6am. We walk around the track without stopping and whatever money we make goes to the American Cancer Society. Mark is the emcee.
Anyway, after walking in with my measly contribution I went back to the shop, made a gift basket, finished cleaning the ice machine and then thought, hmmmm I wonder if there are any leftovers from the noon special? I shuffled back to the fridge, opened it and taa daaa there, sitting all alone in a small tupperware bowl, were...cheesie green beans. They were just sitting there, staring at me like they wanted to say, "Girl, don't you EVEN think about eating cheesie green beans because YOU do NOT need any such thing!" So I picked the fuckers up and took 'em home where they were quite tasty with about a minute of heat in the mighty microwave. Mark went to the "parents of kids who go out for sports meeting" which I avoided.
Now, I have 345 dishes to do and it appears that no one in this house is wearing underwear because there is a MOUNTAIN of untidy whities in the laundry room. I think my evening is set.

side note...12:59...still the same day...
no it wasn't over by a long shot. I ended up going back to the shop to check on the ice machine about 9:30...and just got home. Everytime I clean the ice machine I end up having trouble with it and ta daaaa this was no exception. What a loverly loverly night. Tomorrow...I mean, later today, freight comes in...usually about 6:30 am...AGHHHHHHH. Please ignore this whiny post.

August 07, 2005

Rule #7 Might Kick My Ass

Okay, I was catching up on Jozjozjoz and I read a reference to a "cuddle" party and there was a link. So, I went there...and I think it has CHANGED MY LIFE FOREVER. and I mean that...
Here are 5 of my favorite "cuddle party" rules:
1. Pajamas stay on the whole time.
2. No sex.
7. No dry humping!
13. Be hygienically savvy.
14. Clean up after yourself.
here are some of my favorite "cuddle faqs" just click the links and find out the cuddle faqs!
Why would anyone want to cuddle with a bunch of strangers?
This is really just an excuse to have an orgy, right?
Can I get stoned at a Cuddle Party?
What if something "comes up"? (AKA, Arousal and the Erection Phenomenon...)

This explanation is...PRICELESS and so very very well put that I had to include it here!
...We strive not only to free people of the awkwardness surrounding arousal, but to allow them to develop some real coordination around it. At a Cuddle Party, erections become Mother Nature's way of giving us the thumbs-up sign. Nothing's wrong. Nothing's dirty. Nothing's suspect. And as long as you're not dry humping anyone (Rule #7), it's completely okay. Really.

hee hee hee
I've decided to attend a workshop in New York on September 23-25th to become a Cuddle Party Facilitator because I want to learn how to create safe, non-sexual spaces and to explore intimacy on both a personal and professional level while learning to be more open to others and able to give and receive comfortably. Anyone want to join me?? Just give me a hug...and a cuddle...watch that grinding though...!

August 06, 2005

One Ringy Dingy

A telephone conversation with G today included but was not limited to these words:
Boner...as in..."It does that all the time...where's a blanket"
Lupus...as in..."I'm so tired I think I've got that"
Flatulence...as related to below and "yah...got it"
Loss of control...as as related to above and "yah...got it"
Bloating...as in..."yah...got it"
Fatigue...as in..."yah...got it"
Wild crazed hot sweaty sex...as in..."yah...right"

You Will Make The Party

Today, and really most every day, my legs feel like and resemble REA poles. You know what REA stands for? Rural Electrification Administration...that has nothing whatsoever to do with the way my posts look or feel. I just thought I'd throw that trivial fact out like an exra bit of brain dessert. Because you just never know when you might run into a conversation about REA poles do you. And then, you can astound all around you by saying something like, Speaking of REA poles...did you know that that the density of wooden Rural Electrification Administration Poles can vary greatly? Not only does the actual species of wood vary, but the moisture content, drying process, and treatment are all factors that can result in large density variations. For example, a 125' H1 Douglas Fir Pole through bored or through drilled and treated with Chemonite ® ACZA weighs 11,475 lbs. The same pole unincised, groundline or full length standard incising treated with Penta or Copper Naphthenate in Oil or Creosote will weigh 9900 lbs.
People will stand with their jaws cranked open so far you will be able to see their spleen.

August 05, 2005

Hopping and Hoping

Everytime I sit down to blog it's like my life...hurry up get it done move it faster faster faster and I just jot notes and like I should really care I guess. Anyway, I was busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest today and I'm beat.
Life is good.
But:
My kids are growing up before my blood shot eyes...seemingly without me there every minute offering up my sage advice.
I worry they will hold it against me at some time and say, That's why I did that thing I did because YOU weren't around to steer me clear!...or...You were making donuts for someone and you weren't looking, or Why weren't you home to tell me what to do...or worst of all...Mom, I needed you...or even worse than that...Mom, I DON'T need you. I know that my kids are growing up independent and I should be so happy that they will be able to function in the real world. But sometimes it leaves me feeling left out AND not needed and I hate that.
God...parenting is the hardest job I've ever attempted. It's just like being a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest...Every minute of every hour of evvery day of your life.

Designer Bottles


I don't have much time because I have a big order to go get ready...but I thought I HAD to post this picture!
Anyone have one yet?

August 04, 2005

Things That Are Pissing Me Off Right Now!

I'm growing, nurturing, feeding, petting, comforting, caressing a herd of zits on my jawline that could populate Mars!

Steamed

Well, I steam cleaned the carpets, just in case Petie's aim was off. I washed every blanket we own, because he could find that just right. I calmed down enough, not to wind the Sunday World Herald rubber band around Petie's unit. and yes I know it's not Sunday...but we still have the paper laying there, looking all yellow and unread. Petie slept in the kennel and appears to be crabby toward me. I care deeply, believe me. I keep repeating, August 16, August 16, August 16 and it's beging to become my mantra. Almost got a Redrum Redrum beat to it. Well, I must go as I'm late.

August 03, 2005

Three Words: Nutless Wonder Dog

August 16th, 8:15 a.m. Petie will become an eunuch.
THANK GOD I FINALLY CALLED!!
I'd like to put a tightly coiled barbed wire fence around his ureter at this VERY MOMENT! (can you feel the clenching of my teeth?)
BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD
okay okay I'm calming down I know dogs mark their territory...especially when they smell another dog on someone I'm not going to do the job before the DVM charges me for it I'm not going to KICK HIS PISSY SMELLING SONOFAN ASS either...deep breath deep breath...
Every blanket we own, was being used by a tent for Alec and one of his buddies in the other room. You know, the room that is off limits to Petie? Uhh huhhh...well, I picked up the blankies and you guessed it...that BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD had paid them a visit today.
fucker
fuming...smoke rolling...
Mwahahahahhahhahaahhah...I'll have the last laugh you little pee drinking crap face!
August 16th you little
be there!!!!

August 02, 2005

Cool Shade and Locusts

Cindy and I got some Hard Mikes Lime and drove up to the lake after we got done working this afternoon. She wanted to show me her family's old "lakeside" trailer and how the new owners have fixed the deck and added a "T" dock. As we traversed down the narrow lane, giggling and listening to the "Dukes of Hazards" CD I remembered how I practically grew up on the lake as a child. My folks went often to visit my Aunt and Uncle or to fish and we always had a boat. I waterskied when I was 7 or 8 and now, looking at some kids paddling around in the calm waters I began to think how my own kids have missed out. It kind of made me feel both sad and nostalgic.
I felt hypnotized by the buzzing of the locusts as we backed out of the narrow lane on our way home. The two Hard Mikes didn't help any.
I suddenly felt the years that had passed by. Kind of like the change of temperature when you walk beneath a cool canopy of elm trees after walking miles along a hot dusty sidewalk. Time passes so quickly and we waste so very very much of it on stupid, pointless energy sapping activiites. Things like anger and jealousy. Activities that are hurtful to one another. There is no point to it really. Life is sooo short we must enjoy what we have when we have it.
Anyway, I'm rambling, probably because of the Hard Limes...but so what.

Jesse's Girl

I've been listening to this song because I CAN. Did you know that I was once known as Jesse's Girl?!
It's twue.
My best friend from 4th grade until college had the last name of Jesse. His first? Mike. We had a lot of Mikes in our class so he was best known simply as Jesse. We hang out together, plotting our futures as freaks and nerd dorks, as we walked to school, late, every morning. There were about 3 of us that hung out that could have been classified as future computer dorkwads...would we have had computers available that is. Our school didin't have computer classes until I was a junior and then it was "scary" and no one really learned a damn thing. Anyway, I digress, around junior high or so Rick Springfield started whining about Jesse's girl and other loving junior high kids, awwww aint they suweet, began the teasing. Luckily, we didn't give a rats ass and continued our plots to become our schools number one geeks!
whooo....am late...gotta make the donuts
later

August 01, 2005

Ooga Baybe!

Don't you just want to dance a little to the Blue Suede Shoes? I wanted to post the song here, in my "post" but blogger wouldn't let me for some reason. Just go hit play and boogie a little.

Heaven To The Tongue

Can anything taste as fine as a tomato still warm from the vine? No...way...unless it is mashed to a pulp, mixed with 1 1/2 oz vodka 1 dash lemon juice 1/2 tsp Worcestershire sauce 2 - 3 drops Tabasco® sauce 1 lime wedge and then shaken (except lime wedge) with ice and strained into an old-fashioned glass over ice cubes after which you may add salt and pepper and the garnish!
Yes, I love it!! This is the food/drink of Gods.
Another heavenly delight also involves tomatoes. Almost every day I go out to my garden and pick a red Roma and a few yellow pear tomatoes, a banana pepper (my green peppers are not ripe yet), a small red or yellow onion, anAnaheimm or a salsa chili pepper and I get busy chopping all the ingredients. I mix the pieces all together in one of my colored fiesta bowls and I add a splash of lime, cilantro and lately I've been craving red wine vinegar so I add a splash of that too. I then eat my pico di gallo with tortilla chips.
All I can say is...Yesssssss!