Wednesday, August 30, 2006


I know I've been absent from the blogsphere but it's hard to go online from the back of a motorcycle. I've had my fat ass perched on the back of Sweet Thang's new Harley Fat Boy while we and a few friends spent the weekend cruising the country back-roads. I had forgotten how much fun it is to just leave everything behind and ride for the pure fun of it! Just call me a Biker Babe, I had a blast and I'm ready to go again.

Yesterday was spent with sisters Teresa and Donna just knocking around Moulton and having lunch. Today was spent shopping in Decatur with Karen (I scored some great shoes!).

So far vacation's been great. I haven't left my local area or done any of the "traditional" vacation things but it's great getting up when I want, not having to worry about going to work and just being lazy. And I've still got 2 ½ weeks to go!!

Thursday, August 24, 2006


I'm sitting here at work waiting on quitting time and the beginning of 2 weeks of vacation when the phone rings. "Good, You're there. I just had a bad dream.....and I didn't like it so I had to call and check to see if it was true."

Well shit, I knew I was a woman of various strange, weird, and wonderful powers .......... but affecting someone's dream-state from 30 miles away is a little much, even for me! I don't do dream interpretations and I don't like the sound of this one. But being the daredevil witch .... bitch .... wench that I am, I foolishly asked "Just what exactly did you dream about?" Big mistake, I should have known better.

"You were with another man and I didn't like it!"

Bloody Hell!! I work 12 hour swing shift with a fair amount of overtime and if I do have a day off he's either at the house or calling me or wanting to know where I've been. It's not like I have a lot of time or opportunity PLUS the last time I checked there wasn't a large demand for women who are 50, fat pleasingly plump (don't you dare snicker at me, I'll have Jackie Sue bip ya') and losing the battle with gravity.

Now I don't know if he's done something naughty and is worried about retribution (squeaky wheel and all that) or if he's just lost his ever loving mind. I'm not a trusting sort to begin with and this has made me all suspicious and shit.

Maybe I should be looking for a new feller, just in case? Hey, it's like window shopping:


Besides, if I'm going to be considered guilty I ought to do the crime.

Actually, what I ought to do is load up and disappear for a week or so. Let everyone have time to get their shit together and me time to mellow out. Any of y'all got a spare bed?

PS...all the images were made with Typo Generator, you ought to go check it out.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006


I don't know much about Redheaded Woodpeckers, so I don't have a clue as to what part of the country this picture of a GIANT Woodpecker was taken.

But, as far as Redheaded Woodpeckers go, it's got to be the biggest on record!


Installing a wireless security system in four easy steps:

1. Go to a second-hand store, buy a pair of men's used work boots, a really big pair.
2. Put them outside your front door on top of a copy of Guns and Ammo magazine.
3. Put a dog dish beside it. A really big dish.
4. Leave a note on your front door that says something like "Bubba, big Mike and I have gone to get more ammunition - back in 1/2 an hr. Don't disturb the Pit Bulls, they've just been wormed."

Monday, August 21, 2006


You know those jugglers that you see on TV, all those balls in the air and the guy/gal struggling to keep all of them afloat without dropping one? That's been me lately, only all my balls are slamming me in the forehead before bouncing on the floor.

Nothing worth blogging about has happened lately, just the general bullshit that happens to us all. You know what I mean; work, family and life in general. Just wanted y'all to know that I haven't been ignoring my blog buddies. I promise to do better.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006


How's this for a shitty horror-scope!
Wednesday, August 16, 2006


Be prepared to do battle with that one true nemesis: your ego. Find a solution in a manner that harms nobody. This is a puzzle that could last until the afternoon, when an embarrassing episode will resolve any belief you had in your perfection.

The story of my life, I'm my own worst enemy.


Word to the wise~~~pay attention when getting dressed! One of my coworkers is in the hospital, with an IV in his arm and sick as a dog, after getting bit on the ankle by a spider that was lurking in the dark recesses of one of his shoes. Clayton didn't even know he was bit until later when the fever and dizziness hit.

We only have two poisonous spiders in the USA (the link also gives symptoms and treatments) but even so, there are plenty of them! I've been bitten and it ain't no fun! Be careful folks, this reminds me on those horror movies we watched as kids.

Shit! Now I'm gonna have nightmares about giant spiders and turning into the Spiderwoman or getting stuck in a giant web or some such. I'll take Rufus the cat to bed with me, he loves to eat bugs and spiders.......

Thursday, August 10, 2006


Today at work was all assholes and elbows. I've got a headache, my stomach is in a knot, and all I wanta do is sleep. I'm grabbing a beer, going for a long soak in the tub and then to bed.

'Nite Y'all.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006


"Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty."
Mother Teresa

Loneliness is a very powerful emotion. It can lead to depression, illness, even suicide. Do you feel unfulfilled? Don't despair, I have the answer for you! You need a dog!

Just hear me out now! Dogs are the perfect answer to loneliness. You can drag in as late as you want, forget to feed them, step on their tail or pet other dogs and the wonderful mutt will still love you. See, unconditional love! Plus they'll get out and walk with you and protect you from unsavory characters in the dark of the night! How many significant-others can you say that about?

I can help you out. I just happen to have 10 little bundles of joy that will need a home in 5 or 6 weeks. The proud mother is a black lab/bulldog mix and the father is some handsome stranger who slipped in and had his way with the shameless hussy when I wasn’t looking.

I can't tell you much about the babies, other than some are black and others are brown. They're hidden under the deck in a space that's only 2 foot high; when I lie on my belly and peer under there with a flashlight all I can see is a quivering mound of puppy flesh. I don't think my fat ass will fit feel like crawling under there and I’m not taking a chance on getting spider-bit just to count puppies that'll come out on their own in a few weeks anyway.

Sooooo............. how many of y'all can I sign up to adopt one of these wonderful little doggy delights?

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

What Mythological Creature are you?

Damn, no wonder I have to shave my legs so often!!!!

You scored as WereWolf. WereWolf: Craving rare Meat, feeling caged, aggitated by being around people. Unable to control one's anger or temper. The person will give off symptoms of the shift. They will seem more hostile, blood thirsty, aggitated. They may even growl, bare their teeth or other animal like tendencies. In rare cases, some will physically change. Facial hair will grow thicker or darker, nails will become longer, canine's will seem longer. Embrace your wild side, for you are The Misunderstood WereWolf.













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JackieSue sent me an email containing quotes from I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman by Nora Ephron (who also wrote When Harry Met Sally and Heartburn). They were funny as hell and damn if they weren't all true! Getting older is a bitch and it's nice to see that I'm not alone on this roller coaster.

So being the Bibliophile that I am, I went to to check out the reviews and decide if I might want to buy the book. First thing that happened, this line from Publishers Weekly made me choke on my coffee. Now all the guys here are work are wondering why I've got coffee stains all over my boobs and I'm sitting here at the 'puter giggling like a crazy woman.

"There it is, the steady spiraling down of everything: body and mind, breasts and balls, dragging one's self-respect behind them"

Damn, wish I had written that!

Monday, August 07, 2006


Patty over at This, That and Frog Hair has tagged me with what is possibly the hardest meme that I've ever attempted. I've had a life-long love affair with reading and have a wide range of taste in books. It's impossible to limit my selections to just one book, but I'm gonna give it a shot.

One book that changed your life: Too many to name, I refuse to pick just one. Most people say the Bible and it's on my list. But while I believe in a Higher Power, I personally feel that the modern Church is misogynistic.

One book that you've read more than once: The Best of James Herriot: The Complete Edition Updated and Expanded.
Absolutely one of the best books I've ever had the pleasure to read.
All the stories are true, the pictures are breath taking and the recipes and trivia included on the page margins are wonderful. English country vet in the time before modern antibiotics. These stories will make you laugh and cry by turns, plus the book can be read story by story or in one big gulp. I highly recommend it.

One book that you would want on a desert island: I realize that it's not one book, but I'd have to say the 11 book Foxfire Series (a wonderful collection of traditional folk culture of the Southern Appalachians gathered by teenagers from their elders). My Grandmother Waters introduced me to them when I was a teenager and I was instantly hooked. These books teach you how to do everything from make soap to tan hides to what plants are eatable. With these on my desert island I'd be a regular female Robinson Crusoe!

One book that made you laugh: Gosh, there's quite a few! James Herriot, as I mentioned above. Anything by David Sedaris, heck I've gone brain dead and can't think of any more right now.

One book that made you cry: Old Yeller. I'm a sucker for animals, what can I say! This book (or the movie) still gets to me every time.

One book you wish had been written: Aztec by Gary Jennings. If you haven't read it, do so. You won't be sorry. But don't waste your time with the second book.

One book you wish had never been written: Almost any of the trashy romance novels (the junk food of books) I've read. They waste your time and don't leave anything to savor like a good book does.

One book you are currently reading: Punish the Sinners by John Saul and Middlesex: A Novel by Jeffrey Eugenides . I often have 2 books going at one time.

One book you have been meaning to read: A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore. Kimmy from I Wasn't Always Like This recommended it and if she likes it then it's gotta be good.

I'm not tagging anyone, but y'all are welcome to play along is you feel so inclined.

PS: Y'all go visit my little sister Donna. She's on a rant about someone calling all us Southerners ignorant! JackieSue, I promised Donna I'd get you to bip them fools upside the head and teach 'em some manners.

Sunday, August 06, 2006


2:00 the phone rings. "Get ready and wear something nice. We've got reservations for a swanky restaurant at 7:30. I'll be there to pick you up at 5:00."

Something nice? Where are we going and just exactly how nice is nice? Don't men know that we females need a little advance notice to get all slicked up? Hey, beauty takes time and work, that shit don't just happen all by itself! I need a manicure and pedicure, my legs are fish-belly white, my hair is a mess and it's been so long since I've truly dressed up that I don't even know what I have that will fit!

I run through the shower, slather on self tanner, and start frantically going through the closet. Time after time I yank out something and try to squeeze my fat ass into an outfit that was fine a year ago. Fabric groaned, seams split, zippers separated, and buttons popped. The pile of discarded clothing grows higher and higher as I fling dresses and blouses right and left. At last, I settle on a pants suit that I can zip up without laying down and that doesn't gap or bulge at my more-than-ample boobs. My hair's still dripping wet and I'm slapping on war paint when Sweet Thang knocks on the door.

I'm shocked when we wind up at Cafe 113, one of the most exclusive eateries in Decatur. You don't get in the door without a reservation and I wonder what the hell up. I haven't seen Sweet Thang in weeks (other than playing phone tag) because we've both been working long hours. Plus in all the years we've been seeing each other off and on, he's hardly ever taken me out (he claims that my cooking is better than any restaurant) and certainly never somewhere like Cafe 113. The most I usually get is a movie once in a blue moon.

All night long he keeps telling me how good I look, how much he's missed me and generally acting like someone on a first date. I may be suspicious natured (OK, I already know I have trust issues) but now I'm wondering what the hell is up. Has he done something bad and he's sneakily buttering me up so I'll forgive him when the truth comes out (this has happened before)? Maybe he's planning on messing up and is trying to stack the deck in his favor?

I never did find out what was up. After our meal (which was excellent BTW) we came back to my house and he dozed off on the couch. I sat there in all my finery and painted glory, watching him snore and thinking "I got all dolled up for this?"

I'll never figure men out.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

"The Real Man Test"

Note: All "real men" will always answer "C" to all of these questions. Knowing this, we women will go far in understanding men, knowing what to expect from our very own male companions, and enriching our own lives if we carefully review the "C" answers.

1. Alien beings from a highly advanced society visit the Earth, and you are the first human they encounter. As a token of intergalactic friendship, they present you with a small but incredibly sophisticated device that is capable of curing all disease, providing an infinite supply of clean energy, wiping out hunger and poverty, and permanently eliminating oppression and violence all over the entire Earth. You decide to:

A. Present it to the President of the United States.
B. Present it to the Secretary General of the United Nations.
C. Take it apart.

2. As you grow older, what lost quality of your youthful life do you miss the most?

A. Innocence.
B. Idealism.
C. Cherry bombs.

3. When is it okay to kiss another male?

A. When you wish to display simple and pure affection without regard for narrow-minded social conventions.
B. When he is the Pope. (Not on the lips.)
C. When he is your brother and you are Al Pacino and this is the only really sportsman-like way to let him know that, for business reasons, you have to have him killed.

5. You have been seeing a woman for several years. She's attractive and intelligent, and you always enjoy being with her. One leisurely Sunday afternoon the two of you are taking it easy. You're watching a football game; she's reading the papers when she suddenly, out of the clear blue sky, tells you that she thinks she really loves you, but, she can no longer bear the uncertainty of not knowing where your relationship is going. She says she's not asking whether you want to get married; only whether you believe that you have some kind of future together. What do you say?

A. That you sincerely believe the two of you do have a future, but you don't want to rush it.
B. That although you also have strong feelings for her, you can not honestly say that you'll be ready anytime soon to make a lasting commitment, and you don't want to hurt her by holding out false hope.
C. That you cannot believe the Broncos called a draw play on third and seventeen.

6. Okay, so you have decided that you truly love a woman and you want to spend the rest of your life with her, sharing the joys and the sorrows the world has to offer, come what may. How do you tell her?

A. You take her to a nice restaurant and tell her after dinner.
B. You take her for a walk on a moonlit beach, and you say her name, and when she turns to you, with the sea breeze blowing through her hair and the stars in her eyes, you tell her.
C. Tell her what?

7. One weekday morning your wife wakes up feeling ill and asks you to get your three children ready for school. Your first question to her is:

A. "Do they need to eat or anything?"
B. "They're in school already?"
C. "There are three of them?"

8. When is it okay to throw away a set of veteran underwear?

A. When it has turned the color of a dead whale and developed new holes so large that you're not sure which ones were originally intended for your legs.
B. When it is down to eight loosely connected underwear molecules and has to be handled with tweezers.
C. It is never okay to throw away veteran underwear. A real guy checks the garbage regularly in case somebody and we are not naming names, but this would be his wife is quietly trying to discard his underwear (which she is frankly jealous of because the guy seems to have a more intimate relationship with it than with her).

9. What, in your opinion, is the most reasonable explanation for the fact that Moses led the Israelites all over the place for forty years before they finally got to the Promised Land?

A. He was being tested.
B. He wanted them to really appreciate the Promised Land when they finally got there.
C. He refused to ask for directions.

10. What is the human race's single greatest achievement?

A. Democracy.
B. Religion.
C. Remote control.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006


First, I want y'all to know that I've been fightin' & fussin' with Blogger every since I got home last night and I just now got the stupid thing to post pictures. I've used all the cuss words that I've ever known (and I know quite a few), kicked furniture and screamed out of sheer frustration! If I coulda gotten my hands on the folks who are supposed to keep that shit running, I'd have gladly choked them until their faces turned blue and their eyes bugged out.

{{{{{deep calming breath}}}}

Those of you who have been around for a while have heard me talking about our childhood posse. For you new folks, we had a neighborhood gang of anywhere from 10 to 20 kids (depending on the day of the week, who was grounded and who was visiting at the time). Between us we had enough horses to mount everyone (get your dad-gum minds out of the gutter! I'm talking about riding in a saddle on horse-back not one of y'alls kinky barn-yard fantasies). Our spare time was used to terrorize the community. Cutting fences, riding to the local bootlegger to score alcohol, you name it and we tried it. But like everyone else, we all lost touch as we grew up and left home. Last night I ran up on one of those friends who I haven't seen in 15 or 20 years.

Sweet Thang and I went to Decatur to catch the free Monday night Paul Stroud's Concert By The River. They have a different band each week, everything from High School bands to Bluegrass, you never know what or who might be there. The band for last night was Jeff Whitlow and the Old Barn Band. Imagine my surprise when I looked up and found that one of the band members was a blast from my past!

Porter Dutton, Jr. & Vicki (Junebugg) WatersThe first time I laid eyes on Porter Dutton, Jr. I was 13 years old and we had moved into his neighborhood. He lived just a few miles down the road and was one of the first kids that I met. He and his shetland pony, Tonka, were founding members of our little posse, and my horse, Thunder and I were only too happy to join in. Here's the two of us. Notice the sheen of sweat and the greasy hair, not my best look. The heat index was 102 degrees, even with the breeze off the river it was sweltering. I was just tickled to find a place in the shade to park my chair!

Porter Dutton, Jr.I have to admit that Porter ain't too shabby as a musician! He plays guitar and sings BOTH. I don't remember him being musically inclined and I was shocked that he was playing in a country band, but he informed me right quick that he was in TWO bands, the other one was rock and roll. I knew that an Old Rocker like Porter couldn't have gone totally redneck! When Jeff Whitlow would take a break, Porter and a few of the other band members would play songs like "Working Man's Blues" and "Gimme That Old Time Rock & Roll". Nothing hard core, wouldn't want the crowd to get too unhappy with non-country songs.

Wayne Reburn & Porter Dutton, Jr.Dueling Guitars! Here's Porter with Wayne Reburn. Wayne is one of the best guitar players I've seen in a while, and they tell me he plays with a local band called Natchez Trace. He and Porter put on quite a show!

Although I'm more of a rock & roll and/or blues fan, I have to admit I did my share of toe tapping, clapping and head bobbing.Line Dancers Half the crowd was up line-dancing and two-stepping all over the park. There was an elderly lady in a Minnie Pearl hat (complete with price tag) that was buck-dancing up a storm (sure wish I had gotten some pictures of her!)

This doesn't really show you how big the crowd was but you get the idea. The parking lot was full and people were having to park blocks away, lugging their lawn chairs and picnic lunches in the heat to watch the concert. But nobody complained, the show was worth the effort.

Well, that's it for my one day break, I'm back at work on midnight shift but I did get a standing invitation from Porter to come and watch his rock & roll band practice at his house. Sure hope his wife doesn't meet me at the door with a gun!