SHE'S ALIVE!

Yes children, I'm still here. I bet with my lack of recent posts you wondered if I had suffered from Blogger death. What with long work hours (and no Internet while I'm slaving away in the land of paper mills) and all the ho-hum housework after I stagger home I haven't even checked my email in a while. Real life sucks sometimes.

Here in sunny 'Bama spring has sprung, the temps are in the 70s and yard work is calling my name. Today the grandmonster and I have cleaned up the lawn, creating a massive brush pile of fallen limbs in the process. I still have one limb that's too big to move, time to break out the chainsaw (the sucker is so big I can't even drag it with the riding mower!). I've even planted a sycamore tree on my new property, well Sweet Thang did the digging and sister Donna was in charge of making sure I got it standing straight.

We also have 3 new puppies running around, dang I'm dog-poor! The babies are all black with white markings and cute as heck. I can't get my hands on them to see if they're hes or shes yet but it won't be long before they're underfoot and I'll probably trip over one of them and break my leg or something.

Donna's had a hard time of it lately, shortly after her daughter Wendi's wedding Donna's husband (who already has had 2 stints placed in the past) had another episode with his heart. This time it was a blood clot in the bottom of his heart and chronic heart disease. Luckily they could do drug therapy and didn't have to slice and dice him. The docs say he can live a long and productive life if he takes care of himself, but we all know that he's never gonna quit smoking or eating anything that he wants.

I guess that's it for now. Maybe I'll have something more entertaining to tell before long.

NO NET

I guess it had to happen; they’ve cut off all internet access at the mill. OK, I exaggerate. You CAN get on the net after you close down your computer and log back on with your personal name and password. That way the powers-that-be at the home office in Memphis can tell that exactly who you are, precisely what non-work-related sites you visit and how long you stay on line. Plus when you’re online you can’t see any of the stuff that you need to do your job.

So now not only am I trapped sitting on my butt for 12 hours with no breaks or an opportunity to get up and stretch, I don’t have the ability to flex my poor work-addled brain or distress even a little. You can really tell that they worry about our mental and physical health, can’t you.

It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t spend 80% of my waking hours on the job. It’s tough enough that we don’t have time for family and friends, now we can’t even read the paper or check the weather. What little off-time I have seems to be taken up by house work, bill paying and sleep.

Too bad I have to work for a living, I’m too old to find a Sugar Daddy and too young (and not rich enough) to retire. If ya’ll don’t hear from me for a while, you know where I’ll be.

EXTRA: Here's a picture of Donna's daughter, Wendi, from her wedding last Saturday. Ain't she pretty!

WEEKEND UPDATE

I’ve decided that I’ll probably live.

For awhile I had my doubts. Anytime someone’s breathing sounds like a rusty hacksaw trying to slice through cast iron there’s something seriously wrong, and that bad metaphor describes me trying to suck some O2 into my poor aching body for the last couple of weeks. My carp-like gasping for air would have made a great sound track for a horror movie; I could have sound-dubbed for a monster lurking in the dark or an obscene phone caller.

I spent the entire weekend rolled up in a quilt and napping. I think the only time I got up was to go to the bathroom, to hunt for more tissue, to swallow more drugs, to refill a never ending glass of green tea and to attend my niece’s wedding.

The wedding was the typical mad rush; complete with pre-wedding jitters and a comedy of errors.

First, almost everyone was late getting to the church. That morning the bride-to-be, at her grandmother’s rural home and already dressed in her wedding gown, locked her keys in her car WITH THE MOTOR RUNNING. They had to call a locksmith from town to come and get the door open; then poor Wendi drove, quote “900 MPH”, to the church. I wish I could remember how she told the story; the way she described her skirts bellowing up over her head and how she was driving with one had on the wheel and the other one holding her dress down was hilarious. Several people saw her but their description was “A red streak flying down the road with a bunch of white material blocking the window.”

Then the flowers weren’t what Wendi ordered, the cake wasn’t cooperating at all, several family members didn’t get to see the ceremony because they were still prepping for the reception and the in-laws-to-be made several rude and crude remarks about how their son was “marrying down” but it all worked out.

Wendi was a beautiful, glowing bride; she and Scott had a wonderful ceremony that went off without a hitch. The reception was great with a big crowd and lots of tasty food (including the lop-sided cake, several folks thought it was supposed to be one of those modern designs!).

I spent most of the wedding fending of relatives. As soon as they’d move in for a hug I’d do the hands-up fending-off motion, explaining that I was sick and didn’t want to contaminate anyone else (which also got me out of kitchen duty). I left right after the reception started to go back home and curl up with my quilt and tissues again but from all reports everything else went well.

Although not completely well, this morning I feel 100% better than I did. I’m sorry I didn’t post any over the weekend. Hell I did good to watch TV and the only time I set foot out of the house was to go to the wedding, but I believe I’m on the mend now and hopefully I’ll soon be back to my ranting raving blogging ways. Did ya’ll miss me?

JELLYFISH BAD DAY

I have to thank my buddy Carol for this one, I almost choked on my Diet Dew reading it.

If you don't laugh out loud after you read this you are in a coma! This is even funnier when you realize it's real! Next time you have a bad day at work , think of this guy. Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio station 103.2 on FM dial in Ft.Wayne, Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest.

Needless to say, she won.

Hi Sue, just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I Would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so bad after all.

Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's a wet suit. This time of year the water is quite cool, so what we do to keep warm is this: we have a diesel-powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose. Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints. What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi.

Everything was going well, until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds, my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony, I realized what had happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish
couldn't stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my butt.

I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically. Needless to say, I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression.

When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet. As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in the chamber The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my butt was swollen shut.

So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt. Now repeat to yourself, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job." Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself: Is this a jellyfish bad day?

May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!!

FIRST AMENDMENT DOESN'T COUNT SAYS BUSH

WARNING: I've got my knickers in a wad and Dubya has pissed me off again!

Soon after taking office, President Bush established the White House Office of Faith-Based and Community Initiatives, and faith-based offices in departments like Justice and Education. They were intended to increase the federal grant money going to religious organizations, and they seem to have been highly effective. It worked! Figures show that from 2003 to 2005, the number of federal grants to religious groups increased 38 percent. In other words, there wasn't more federal money given out, the beneficiaries just got narrowed down to religious organizations of Bush's choice. If you don't go to the right Church, you don't get a grant even if you save abandoned babies or feed the homeless. Nope, sorry, those dollars are going to our homeboys who vote for us and meet us for Sunday worship.

The Freedom From Religion Foundation and several of its members sued. They say that because the faith-based initiatives favor religious applicants for grants over secular applicants, they violate the Establishment Clause of the First Amendment, which prohibits government support for religion. Now Bush and his cronies are trying to make it illegal for anyone to nay say anything the president does because as U.S. Solicitor General Paul Clement said

taxpayers who believe the White House is unconstitutionally promoting religion should not be accorded legal standing to sue in court. It would be too "intrusive on the executive branch" to permit lawsuits contesting the way the president and his advisers conduct their affairs"

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Yeah, the government has all the rights and we have none. Excuse me, Mr. Bush Sir, didn't mean to intrude on you while you spend MY MONEY on something I don't approve of or believe in. And just when exactly did we become a dictatorship and not an at least semi-free country? Was there a memo that I missed or something? I know I'm old but back when I went to school and they taught us government we learned about the Constitution and the Bill of Rights and it was made plain that BOTH WERE LAW TO BE OBEYED BY EVERYONE INCLUDING THE PRESIDENT AND HIS HENCHMEN.

In fact, one of the main purposes for both was to limit the ability of our government to run rough shod over us poor peons. So much for separation of Church & State or any real freedom. First our tax dollars are supporting religion, not necessarily the religion of your choice and doing it in a public forum in blatant disregard of our Constitution. Next you'll have Dubya and the Right Wing Nazis pounding ou your door at 2 AM and dragging you out on the street.

In the United States, the structure and wording of the First Amendment with both the Establishment Clause and the Free Exercise Clause, demonstrates that our forefathers were smart enough to know that Religion is power, Government is power and the two combined would result in absolute power. And as everyone well knows:


ABSOLUTE POWER CORRUPTS ABSOLUTELY!.
In a letter written by Thomas Jefferson to a group identifying themselves as the Danbury Baptists Jefferson, quoting the First Amendment of the United States Constitution, writes: "I contemplate with sovereign reverence that act of the whole American people which declared that their legislature should make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof, thus building a wall of separation between Church and State".

If Jefferson isn't a good enough source for Bush then there is James Madison, the principal drafter of the United States Bill of Rights, who wrote "Strongly guarded . . . is the separation between religion and government in the Constitution of the United States," and he declared, "practical distinction between Religion and Civil Government is essential to the purity of both, and as guaranteed by the Constitution of the United States"

{{{insert sarcastic tone-of-voice here}}} Of course what did Madison and Jefferson and all the rest of those old guys know? Dubya is driving now and if you don't like it you can lump it. How the hell did we ever get into this bad a shape as a country?

In the immortal words of Bette Davis "Fasten your seat belts. It's going to be a bumpy night" and I don't see a light at the end of the tunnel until/unless we get someone with some common sense and a much smaller ego than Duba in the White House.
politics Bush First+Amendment Freedom religion faith+based+initiative

WORLD'S OLDEST BLOGGER

I'd like for everyone to go over and say "Hello" to Olive who at the young age of 107 has started her own blog (or "blob" as she calls it). In the picture she's drinking a shandy (beer and lemonade).

Good Morning everyone. My name is Olive Riley. I live in Australia near Sydney. I was born in Broken Hill on Oct. 20th 1899.Broken Hill is a mining town, far
away in the centre of Australia. My Friend, Mike, has arranged this blog for me. He is doing the typing and I am telling the stories. He thinks it’s a good idea to tell what’s going on. He already made a film about me a few years back and people liked that, so they might like this blog too, he says. We’ll see.

I think Olive's quite an inspiration for the rest of us who complain about getting older and thicker around the waist with out creaky joints and such while she's still chipper and taking on political causes such as defending lettuce farmers! So far Olive only has 3 posts but she's on a roll and there ain't no stopping her.

Olive is amazed that people from around the world can and do read her stories, so go and let her know that just because you've got a few years on you doesn't mean that no one will listen to you.

I HAB A COLD

The reason I haven’t been posting anything but news tidbits and such lately is because I’ve been fighting a nasty head cold ever since Friday. I must look as bad as I feel because the guys here are work are following me around, spraying down everything I touch with Lysol so I won’t contaminate the crew and make everyone else sick.

I can’t complain though. Tina has already posted about being housebound by the flu and our youngest sister Lana has been in the hospital ever since last Friday with the flu, bilateral pneumonia, bronchitis and a sinus infection. All this and Wendi’s wedding is this coming Saturday. "When it rains it pours" as the old saying goes.

Tis the season, I guess. I had a flu shot last fall, which may be why I only have a head cold while everyone else is being laid low by the sure ‘nough, real deal flu complete with raging fevers and body aches. I’m not running a fever or anything, just congested and headachy. The worst of it is when I try to sleep, it feels like my head fills up with concrete and there’s a steady nasal drip that driving me nuts (lovely visual ain't it).


The only thing that seems to help is Triaminicin and you can only get that at Walgreen’s (who bought the patent), where they make you do everything but sign away the rights to your first born before they’ll hand over a box of those wonderful yellow pills. The damn druggies have ruined it for us normal folks who just want to get well and get on with our lives.

Maybe I’ll be well in time for the wedding, I sure hope so at least. Ya’ll take care of yourselves. I read on the net that one of the most common places to pick up viruses and germs is the handle of a shopping cart and after seeing all the sick folks shopping for over-the-counter remedies I can believe it. So wash your hands a lot and invest in some liquid hand sanitizer or alcohol wipes and use it as soon as you get in the car. Better to be safe than sorry.

PS: For a little entertainment so visit Cletus, Elroy & Bubba over at the Compleat Redneck blog and read about the RedNeck Hill Climb

INTERESTING............

A documentary "The Lost Tomb of Jesus," will premiere on the Discovery Channel on March 4 at 9 p.m. ET/PT. The show is about crypts (bone boxes) that have been in storage for years and have now gone under rigorous testing and study which seem to prove that they were the final resting place of Jesus's family. Whether you believe or not it ought to make for interesting viewing!

All the crypts were inscribed with names. In addition to "Judah son of Jesus" inscription, which is written in Aramaic on one of the ossuaries, another limestone burial box is labeled in Aramaic with "Jesus Son of Joseph." Another bears the Hebrew inscription "Maria," a Latin version of "Miriam," or, in English, "Mary." Yet another ossuary inscription, written in Hebrew, reads "Matia," the original Hebrew word for "Matthew." Only one of the inscriptions is written in Greek. It reads, "Mariamene e Mara," which can be translated as, "Mary known as the master." Francois Bovon, professor of the history of religion at Harvard University, told Discovery News, "Mariamene, or Mariamne, probably was the actual name given to Mary Magdalene." A mathematical study concludes that the odds are at least 600 to 1 in favor of the Talpiot Tomb being the Jesus Family Tomb. In other words, the conclusion works 599 times out of 600.

The Discovery Channel has set up a special Web site, www.discovery.com/tomb, to provide related in-depth information and to allow viewers to come to their own conclusions about the entire matter. While it's a matter of Christian faith that Jesus of Nazareth was resurrected from the dead three days after his crucifixion circa 30 C.E "The Lost Tomb of Jesus" claims it does not challenge this belief.

Go check out the website, it's fascinating! I plan to watch the show if I'm not working, I love a good challenge and this sounds like one. Part archaeological adventure, part Biblical history, part forensic science, part theological controversy: this is a story that will be carried around the world.

RONDO HATTON CLASSIC HORROR AWARDS

Time to vote for ... The FIFTH Annual RONDO HATTON
CLASSIC HORROR AWARDS!

Vote for your favorite movies, on-line sites, comics and tons more scary stuff. The award site also has a great listing of on-line horror movie sites where you can watch the oldies but goodies for free. I personally like Count Gore De Val's Creature Feature!

HERE COMES THE BRIDE

My niece Wendi (Donna's daughter) is getting married in a few weeks and Donna's been too busy to post, so I thought I'd share a few pics of the happy couple that she emailed to me.

The wedding shower shindig is tomorrow and I gotta work {{{sniff}}}

Taco Bell rats are stars for a day

A TV crew discovered a rat infestation in a KFC and Taco Bell eatery in Manhattan's Greenwich Village on Friday and filmed the vermin through a window of the building. About a dozen rats were racing around the restaurant's floors, playing with each other and sniffing for food as they dashed around tables and children's high chairs. (See the video here)

Damn, I think I'll just quit eating out and start cooking more often. At least then I'll know that that the meat in my taco isn't laced with rodent-feces .

Let's hope they don't learn to make and use weapons like these chimps, or else we might be on the menu next!

I SHOULDA KNEW BETTER

Why is it when the bosses come in and start yammering at us poor downtrodden Flunkies I can't just be quite and fade into the woodwork? Sometimes I fit the proverbial saying:

Don't let your mouth overload your ass.

'Nough said. I need a beer and a warm bath..............

RACEHOSS

I don't recommend a movie very often but I just have to pass on a must see; the free online documentary, Racehoss. showing on America Free TV's Indi channel. UPDATE: I found the offical site for the movie and where you can buy the DVD (the DVD and the book it's based on are also on Amazon) where you can watch the movie, I don't know if it comes in any better or not but worth a try if you have trouble viewing it on America Free TV.

Born in 1930 in Texas of mixed race, his Mama a prostitute, his childhood full of abuse, problems with the Klan, and a 30-year prison sentence at Retrieve (a plantation-style prison known as “the burnin’ hell”). Sample is a born story teller and his story is one worth telling. You gotta go and see it to believe he could survive and come out alive.

You can't make up shit like this; it's the true life story of Albert Race Sample told by himself. This story will bring you to tears and make you laugh at the same time, Mr. Sample talks the way most people wish they could write, and the fact that it's all true makes it even better.

Warning: lots of cussing and racial slurs but the story wouldn't be the truth without them.

Racehoss, Big Emma's Bog-the book

2007-YEAR OF THE FIRE PIG

Hey folks, it's the year of the FIRE PIG . From what all I've read so far it sounds like Fire Pig years have been fraught with incidents: wars, political takeovers, enormous unrest. Wonderful, as if the world have been filled with peace and harmony so far {blogged in a deadly sarcastic voice}.

According to another site, the Annual Forecast for 2007: Year of the Ding Hai - Yin Red Fire Pig - which says in part:

The year symbolises the element Fire sitting over Water. Both these elements are direct opposites and with their clashing relationship, cannot co-exist. This clash of elements will mean frequent international conflicts and serious internal struggles. Civil unrest will lead to uprisings and civil war will break out in several countries, leading to overthrowing of governments. The Female Fire will be quite devastating. Many states will be preoccupied with border disputes, provincial clashes, cross country terrorism and disintegration of existing territories...............

There will be many disasters pertaining to fire and water : fire disasters,volcanic eruptions, wild forest fires, fire arm explosions, bomb attacks, even possible nuclear threats; earthquakes, avalanches, heavy rains, torrential floods, unceasing sea winds, reflux of sea water, defeating atmospheric frosts and melancholic dampness.

There will be many cases of young men marrying older women ............ New comers and females would put on impressive performances this year. In fact, 2007 favours women, especially middle aged women.

The war and natural disasters sound right but I don't know about that last section. If you believe in such things, I was born in the year of the goat and this year is supposed to be happening for us old Nannie Goats:

The beginning of the year is not great - but don't be discouraged. Keep going - a smooth and stable fortune lies ahead. Goats born in 1967 have the best fortune of all the goats this year - it will be a particularly happy year. Male Goats may be under a lot work and family pressure. Female Goats will enjoy a more successful year. If you're an unmarried female Goat, this is an exceptionally great year for romance - your love relationships will be sweet and affectionate.

Yeah, right. "Exceptionally great year for romance " my left foot {or hoof if you please}. I don't remember there being any great demand for plump opinionated over-50 females lately but then again what do I know?

BAAAAAAAAA YA'LL

MY INNER HERO

I went to the "How To Be a Hero" website and guess what? I'm a Wizard! I always knew I had powers of some kind; I just need to learn how to use them (they're calling me a wizard-in-training) in the How to Be a Hero School for Exceptionally Talented Wizards and then I'll be plum dangerous!

As soon as I finish my first mission I'm entitled to join the Famous Adventurer of Silmaria, the first ever FREE online correspondence course that turns unsuspecting netsurfers into legendary heroes! . What is YOUR inner hero?

My Inner Hero - Wizard!

There are many types of magic, but all require a sharp mind and a cool head. There is no puzzle I can't solve, no problem I can't think my way out of. When you feel confused or uncertain, you can always rely on me to untangle the knots and put everything back in order for you.
How about you? Click here to find your own inner hero.

I've already been given a mission:

Your Mission: You were put on this earth to enlighten people. They will listen to you, because they are impressed by your vocabulary, your erudition, and your ability to grasp concepts that invariably elude them. You are the one who has to figure things out, because let's face it - you're the only one smart enough.Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to Discover Something.

Something small, or something big. Find an unknown insect in your own backyard. Discover a cure for sunburn. Develop a faster way to get the dishes done. Calculate the number of molecules in the Andromeda galaxy. Discover a comet. Discover SOMETHING.And do make it a priority. The Famous Adventurer of Silmaria has a crystal ball trained on you, and will be noting your progress.

But the darn thing comes with a warning! Danger, intrigue, magic and bad guys; what else could a woman desire............................

Do you reckon I could get a designer wizard's robe in purple?

CHICKEN KORMA

OK, I know I live out in the sticks. Moulton has a grand population of 3,220 at last count, not exactly what you would call a thriving metropolis. Although we have a ton of fast food places and a couple of decent steak houses the only ethnic restaurant choices we have are 1 Mexican and 1 Chinese. Decatur, the nearest decent sized town, just has a larger number of the same choices.

I'm a better than decent cook, I can knock out everything from Southern comfort food to authentic Italian to some things that just won't fit into any category and get raves from the folks who sit down at the table. But ...... the reason for this post is that although I love cooking and ethnic cuisine, I have to know what flavor I'm striving for in a dish. How do you know when you got "it" if you don't know just exactly what "it" is?

Now lately, it seems that every where I look people are blogging about making Chicken Korma, which sounds lovely but I have no way of sampling it without whipping up a batch at home {hard to do when you have no idea what the finished dish should taste like}. I've done several searches and found lots of recipes but they're all different; some calling for coconut milk, some not, some with almonds others with cashews. Even the spices in the recipes differ. I need help!

So I'm appealing to all my blog-buddies out there. Help a country girl out and pass on a few hints. Where should I start to cook up this so-called tasty Indian dish that others are raving about. Anyone got a recipe you'd like to share?

HOT FLASHES

Hot flashes suck when the doctor yanks out all your girly bits and your body goes totally cattywampus, but now the damn ‘puter is having them too!

A friend installed a new fan last year when I had this same problem; hope it’s not malfunctioning already. I’m gonna get a can of compressed air and give the trusty old CPU a blowjob (get your minds out of the gutter!). There’s probably a ton of dust and cat hair clogging up the works, been awhile since I dragged the processor out and paid some well deserved attention to it.

For now I just keep the computer turned off unless I’m using it. It's so aggravating waiting for everything to boot up and all the antivirus software to scan and report, but it's all I can do right this minute.

Sorry I’ve been MIA, but sometimes real life gets in the way of blogging. I promise to try to do better.

THIS & THAT

My sister Donna just called and asked me in an "oh so sweet" voice if I was OK, she was listening to her police-band scanner and heard that an elderly lady on my road had fallen and gotten injured. The hussy was jerking my chain, accusing me of being elderly! I may be mature but by no stretch of the imagination am I'm elderly yet!

My joints may pop and creak but I haven't gotten helpless by a long shot. Hey, I did 15 minutes of yoga and 15 minutes of core exercises just this morning! I think I was doing good considering I had a kitten jerking on my hair and a 30 pound cat jumping up and down on me every time I got down in the floor! Gotta get in shape before summer gets here, ya know. Not that I plan to model a bathing suite any time soon but I do plan to spend some time hiking in our lovely mountains just 10 minutes away in Bankhead forest. I'll start just as soon as the hunters quit shooting at everything that moves.......

Last Sunday was the first of Donna's daughter Wendi's (that's the 2 of them on the right, Dona's the short one, she's 1" being a Smurf LOL) wedding showers, giver by Wendi's father's side of the family. Wendi really racked up; everyone was trying to lay claim to some of the loot that she scored and she's got another shower on the 25th from our side of the family.As you can see at the right, Wendi was tickled with all her new household supplies and do-dads. Her wedding is next month and Donna is overwhelmed trying to get everything ready. They're doing everything themselves with help from the other sisters and my Aunt Pat (no wedding planner) and the event is taking on a life of it's own. I've got to admit that she's doing a fine job, better than I ever could.

I've decided to be my own barrista. While shopping for Windi's wedding shower present I wound up buying myself this Krups XP1500 Coffee and Espresso Combination Machine. To heck with those $5 drinks from Starbucks and Joe Muggs, I'll make my own and be sure to make them fat-free and sugar-free (I've started a collection of DaVinci sugar-free flavored syrups, No Calories. No Carbs. Sugar Free & tons of wonderful flavors that you can use in coffee, tea or on anything else you want sweetened. It's what the coffee shops use and you can buy it at the grocery store in the coffee aisle).

I'm still experimenting but so far my home-made concoctions ain't bad! I've just got to get my ratio of espresso to milk down pat and them I'll be in business, a little guilt-free something to soothe my sweet tooth after dinner besides pie and cake. Y'all come on by and I'll make you a cup and we'll chew the fat for a while.

THANK YOU!

I went to read my email tonight and was pleasantly surprised to find this lovely note:

Found your blog by accident------love your attitude to life. I work in a warehouse with lots of women who spend all their spare time reading crap about celebrities who they envy and don`t realise that they as hard working good women should live their lives instead of wishing they were someone else in a magazine who is basically a high class prostitute. I intend to show them your blog and tell them (that's how you live life) now get on with it, get off your diet, have fun,and be proud-----if your boy friends don`t think you`re thin enough then get rid of them.

mike

Mike, thank you sooooooo much for the sweet words! While I realize that I'm not totally repulsive, I'd like to lose a few pounds for myself (both for health reasons and my own self-esteem) but it's nice to know that there are wonderful men (like you) out there who appreciate a woman for herself. Don't worry, I plan to enjoy life to it's fullest, but perhaps cut out a donut or two and maybe dance naked around the house a bit more.


It's sad that your female coworkers yearn to be someone else instead of themselves, there's so much more to life. One thing about it, no one has ever accused me of being anything but my own individual self, sometimes too much so! I've always had a habit of doing whatever I want, regardless of if it's socially acceptable or not, and to hell with anyone who doesn't like it.

Once again, thanks for the words of support. You know, you can always join our little band of commenters, I'd love to hear from you on a regular basis!

Damn, I wish I was rich instead of goodlooking.......

Click on picture to enlarge:

It's been a bad week (equipment malfunctions up the wazoo and rookie operators who yell for help when my shit if tearing up too and I don't have time to do both our jobs!) but I've only got one more day to go after today, if I can just get out the door and gone before they lock me in on OVERTIME for the weekend! Wish me luck.......