CHOCOLATE

While shopping with Karen the other day, it struck me how out of shape and "well rounded" I've become. While the size 2 hussy was happily browsing in the Jr. Department {bitching the whole time about everything being too big} all I could think was, "I couldn't put one leg in those jeans if my life depended on it!" She handed me a slinky top that looked like something Barbie would wear & sported a Jr. XLG tag, gushing "That'd be so cute on you". But when I held it up to my bulging bosoms no matter how much I stretched the darn thing its side seams barely reached from nipple to nipple. So we moseyed over to the Women's Department in search of something stylish for me. Yeah, you guessed it. All the outfits my size looked like something my Grandmother would wear.

Damn it, I may be 50 but I'm a long way from being MATRONLY! I'm a hip, happening adult woman in the prime of my life with my best years ahead of me (I hope they're not behind me, I haven't done half the things I planned to do with my life!!) I'm still sexy {shut up, I hear snickering}, attractive {I SAID SHUT UP OUT THERE!}, and desirable.
{OK go ahead and laugh. Let me know when you're finished so I can continue this post}.

I'm not stupid, I know I need to lose a pound or 10 and that my blood sugar has been running a little high. I just hate to give up cooking and eating good food, and trying to find time to do that dreaded torture {deep breath}, EXERCISE.

I vowed to myself that I would do better. After all, Jackie Sue has been low carbing it for a while now and bragging about how her shorts are starting to sag off her butt and how her cheekbones are showing for the first time in a while. I'll just use ol' JS for inspiration!

So I packed a good-for-me lunch to bring to work: celery sticks, baby carrots, a salad with one of those spritz dressings, eggs and spinach. Low carb, low fat. Good for me even if not very appetizing.

Repeating to myself "The snack machine is evil and I will not be drawn in by it's promises of sweetness and pastries" over and over in the car, I drove right by all the fast food places in town and zoomed by all the service stations along the 23 mile trip I make each way every day and into the parking lot at work, battling visions of Nacho BelGrandes, Big Macs and Krispy Kreams the entire way.

I marched by the company cafeteria, where the tempting odors of fried fish, fried shrimp, French fries & chocolate cake tickled my nose with their greasy Siren call all the way through the clock alley and out the door. OK, I'm doing extremely well! The 10 minute walk through the plant to where I work is even exercise! See, I can do this.


Then Disaster! IT'S SCHOOL FUND RAISING TIME. Right next to my work station is a great big box of those $1 chocolate bars! Ones with Almonds! Enticing me, luring me, teasing me and I've stuck here with Hershey's goodness stareing me in the face for 12 solid hours.

I'm a weak person......... A bad woman............ A glutton............ I have no will power.

{hangs head in shame}

I'VE GOT CHOCOLATE ON MY FINGERS

I feel soooooo guilty. Can I have a do-over? I'll start again tomorrow........ I promise I'll do better............

HEY! Wait a minute, does this mean I can eat all the chocolate I want tonight?????

GILDA BUTT

Karen and I spent the day shopping in Decatur for Halloween decorations, tiz the season ya' know. Imagine my surprise when I found my alter-ego!!

Check out the size of those boobs! Anyone who knows me and my bodacious boobs (and the equally sizable knockers belonging to several of my bodacious real life sisters) can see that this has got to be a long lost sister of ours.

I've named her Gilda Butt {after Bertha Butt & the Butt Sisters immortalized in the song "TROGLODYTE (CAVE MAN)" by the Jimmy Castor Bunch}. Look at that the size and roundness of that ass and you'll know why!

See, my butt sticks out like that too! Told you Gilda was my alter ego. This is what I look like on Halloween night, only I'm better looking {insert modest blush here}.


I scored some glow-in-the-dark bats and a few other witchy looking things. Tomorrow I'll start doing up the yard and getting in the "spirit" of things. Until next time,
BOO, Y'ALL

CARPORT COOKING

The weather didn't cooperate with our outdoor plans, so we pulled the gas grill underneath the carport and Sweet Thang did the grilling while I made roasted garlic smashed potatoes with rosemary and a big batch of turnip greens.

What is it about men and fire? They see a flame and want to char a piece of meat. Must be the caveman left over in 'em! We spent the weekend riding the roads, just chilling and enjoying each other's company. Who says you have to stay inside just because of a little rain!

Here you seem him petting Blackie (Mama Dog) while watching the grill in case of flame-ups. As you can see, the hussy ate all that lovin' up. I gotta get her to the vet, I can't afford any more puppies (13 on her first in-heat!). It's gonna be a problem because she's terrified of riding, must be because she was a stray. Someone dropped her close to the house and she's afraid she's gonna be orphaned again. Dogs are smarter than most people give them credit for. I truly believe she remembers that last car ride and being put out, sitting in the middle of the road and watching her last owners driving away leaving her all alone to fend for herself.

My flower bed is a wreck because of the puppies (I've got 9 left, anybody need a pooch?). Here's one playing peek-a-boo through my jasmine. They've got it pulled half way off the trellis. Oh well, it's tough and they can't kill it, and most of the flowers in the bed are gone anyway. I'll worry about more flowers next spring and maybe I'll find homes for some of the remaining babies.

This is Drennon and Rufus (Rufus is the one with the fur coat).
Rufus is another stray that just showed up at the house a couple of years ago. I guess the word got around that the crazy lady who lives here would feed anything that hung around long enough........

Nothing much going on around here, so as Bugs Bunny says "That's all folks".

ANGEL FOOD MINISTRIES

The government is sponsoring Angel Food Ministries, a non-profit, non-denominational organization dedicated to providing grocery relief and financial support to communities throughout the United States. This program is not income based, anyone can sign up and get food. All the food is government surplus, so don't feel like someone else deserves/needs it more than you.

Although the food distribution is through Churches, they don't preach or try to convert you. So sign up even if you're Pagan, Wiccan, Agnostic, Atheist or whatever.

For $25 you get a big box of food which included lots of meat and a few other items. Believe me, this is a good deal, you get way more than $25 worth of food. One box is supposed to feed a family of 4 for a week or and an elderly person for a month with a few extras bought at the store.

Go to the website and check the hosts (click on your state), it'll give you the places where you go to sign up and pick up your food. There's a different menu each month (you have to take what's offered, you can't pick and choose) and you can buy as many boxes as you want plus there are extra deals you can purchase after you buy the main box.

Even if you're not interested, I'm sure you know someone who this will help. They don't advertise, so word of mouth is the only way to get the word out. This is one of the few things that our government has done that I can approve of. Help spread the word.

WEEKEND DELIGHT

I've finally got a few days off and there are so many things going on this weekend that I can't decide what to do first! I won't have time to do them all but dang it I hate to miss anything {sticks lip out in a fetching pout} Here's just a partial rundown of the local doings:



Huntsville's Big Spring Jam is one of the premier events in the South, with 3 days of partying, 5 different stages all performing at the same time and 95 top musicians ranging from Bo Bice to Casting Crows to Sugarland to KC & the Sunshine Band. Every year they have a different headline act and this year it's Joan Jett and the Blackhearts pushing their new album, Sinner.

Of course fall is the time of year for local fairs and carnivals. The Morgan County Fair in Decatur, Al. has already started and is going on through the weekend. The Moulton fair was last weekend and with me working overtime I missed it. Plus on Saturday night one of main events is WWF and the grandson is a BIG wrestling fan so you know he's expecting Nana to take him!

I just wish that I could handle all the rides like I used to but my stomach flips upside down and I get queasy real fast in my old age! I rode one thing-a-ma-jig last year that had you dangling from a bare seat out in the wide open air {with nothing holding you in but a couple of shoulder bars} while it turned you upside down and tried to shake your liver out --- that sucker dang near killed me {that was sister Lana's fault, she tricked me & Karen into getting on}. I thought I was gonna die before I could excape from the devilish thing!

Just a few miles from the house there's the annual Antique and Apple festival. This event is packed every year and you can buy everything from fruit to furniture to handmade Indian jewelry. Don't know if I'll make it this time, which might not be a bad thing, because I usually wind up spending WAY too much money on stuff that I don't really need.

There's also a poker run to raise funds for CHALYBEATE FIRE AND RESCUE MOTORCYCLE FUN RIDE {these are some of the guys who service my part of the country and are right down the road from me). Sweet Thang is talking about riding in it, but I've got to take care of some business and can't go, damn it.

So there you have it....... I'm not working this weekend but I'll be burning the roads up running around ....... Bopping and jamming out to some good music, eating cotton candy at the fair and blowing my hard earned $$$ on useless but pretty junk. If the rain let's me that is, it's already rained once and all the happenings are outside. Hope y'all have a good week end as well.

IT'S A MAN'S WORLD

I'm not going to say "We told you so" but:
TRANSGENDERED SCIENTIST SAYS BIAS AGAINST WOMEN EXISTS Quote:

When he was Barbara, he was discouraged from attending MIT, and people thought he must have had a boyfriend who helped him with difficult math. Later, when living as Ben, Barres overhead another scientist say that "Ben Barres gave a great seminar today, but his work is much better than his sister's [Barbara's] work."

As a man who used to be a woman, Ben knows all to well that we're still a long way from equal rights, no matter they tell us. Things are better than they've ever been but to paraphrase a little, "Baby, we've got a long way to go".

Our daughters, nieces and granddaughters will be bumping their heads on the same glass ceiling that has plagued us all and I don't know about y'all, but I'm tired of the headaches. I work in a male dominated industry and although I'm respected and doing well now, I went through a rough rite of passage in my many jobs to get here.

It seemed that I had to do twice as good a job as the men to get equal credit and that's not right. Lets not even mention the ass pinching, booby grabbing, "I'll scratch your back..........", "What's a nice girl........" shit that went along with being a female in a "man's world" and had to be endured in order to gain acceptance. If you turned down their "offers" or were good at mechanical/physical/mathematical things (considered guy stuff) you were snidely called a "lezbo" or "Dyke" (apologies to any lesbians out there, these guys considered this to be the worst thing you could call a female).

Maybe one of these days people will figure out that the female brain is exactly the same size as the male's. Women are still an untapped resource all over the world and unless/until everyone realizes it, life for most is going to continue to be a struggle.

If single mothers could get a decent job they could get off of public assistance and pay for day care. If parents raised girls with the same expectations as boys more of them would worry about education and a job rather than starting to plan their wedding from the age of 13. Teachers need to spend the same amount of time mentoring young girls as they do the guys ...... The increased education and self respect would cause our single unwed mother headcount to plunge.

WARNING:
There's a large brain above these big boobs

and I know how to use all three.

That makes me a

TRIPLE THREAT!

CRAFTY

Amazing what a difference only a little paint and a lot of talent can do!


BEFORE

AND AFTER!!!!

Looks fabulous, doesn't it? Wish I could take credit but I do good just to slap a coat of paint on a wall.

This is the work of a lady who lives a few miles down the road from me and got wrote up in the local paper for her painting abilities.

Folks, she didn't use anything but a new kind of concrete paint or stain or whatever the heck it is! Hard to believe that the whole thing wasn't repaved isn't it. All those fancy smancy bricks and tiles and borders are faux, false, nonexistent....... Just eye-tricking brushwork!

Wonder if she works cheap?

BANNED BOOK WEEK

I've always been the type to buck authority, "NO ONE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO!" That includes censoring my reading material.

A lot of my early sex education came from smuggled copies of everything from Grandmother Water's True Confession and True Romance magazines to the tattered copies of paperbacks like Lady Chatterly's Lover(online edition, I have a hardback copy in my bookshelves) and Fanny Hill-Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure(online edition) that were passed from preteen girl to preteen girl at school along with whispers of "Did you read this?" Speculation ran rampant about if OUR PARENTS actually did such things as:

............. for as soon as he had kiss'd me, he rolled down the bed-cloaths, and seemed transported with the view of all my person at full length, which he cover'd with a profusion of kisses, sparing no part of me. Then, being on his knees between my legs, he drew up his shirt and bared all his hairy thighs, and stiff staring truncheon, red-topt and rooted into a thicket of curls, which covered his belly to the navel and gave it the air of a flesh brush; and soon I felt it joining close to mine, when he had drove the nail up to the head, and left no partition but the intermediate hair on both sides.

Books have been banned for myriad reasons. Everything from the Bible to Tom Sawyer to Ulysses has been the "NO NO" list.

The American Library Association and many other organizations are fighting to help you keep the RIGHT to read what you please with Banned Books Week, taking place this year Sept. 23-30, sponsored by the American Booksellers Association, the American Booksellers Foundation for Free Expression, the Association of American Publishers, the American Society of Journalists and Authors, the National Association of College Stores, and endorsed by the Library of Congress Center for the Book. At google.com/bannedbooks, you can use Google Book Search to explore some of the best novels of the 20th century which have been challenged or banned.

While libraries and bookstores around the country celebrate the 25th anniversary of Banned Books Week with special readings, displays, and more, you just might end up with a visit to your local library or bookstore and an old favorite or a new banned book in hand.

You can find online books at these and lots of other locations on the web:
EServer, (founded in 1990, now based at Iowa State University).
The Online Book Page
The Internet Public Library
Page by Page Books
Project Gutenberg
Bibliomania (this one is nice)

SEX THERAPY

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A doctor had the reputation of helping couples increase the joy in their sex life, but always promised not to take a case if he felt he could not help them. The Browns came to see the doctor, and he gave them thorough physical exams, psychological exams and various tests and then concluded,

"Yes, I am happy to say that I believe I can help you. On your way home from my office, stop at the grocery store and buy some grapes and some doughnuts. Go home, take off your clothes, and you, sir, roll the grapes across the floor until you make a bulls eye in your wife's privates. Then on hands and knees you must crawl to her like a leopard and retrieve the grape using only your tongue."

He continued, ''Then next, ma'am, you must take the doughnuts and from across the room, toss them at your husband until you make a ringer around his winky. Then like a lioness, you must crawl to him and consume the doughnut.''

The couple went home and their sex life became more and more wonderful. They told their friends, Mr. and Mrs. Green, that they should see the good doctor. The doctor greeted the Greens and said he would not take the case unless he felt that he could help them; so he conducted the physical exams and the same battery of tests. Then he told the Greens the bad news.

"I cannot help you, so I will not take your money. I believe your sex life is as good as it will ever be, I cannot help." The Greens pleaded with him, and said, "You helped our friends, the Browns, now please, please help us. "Ok, go to the store and buy some apples and a box of Cheerios... "
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ANOTHER MEME

I'm tired of blogging about work and I haven't done anything else blogworthy ( working 7 12's will do that to ya') so I'll just give you this meme that I received from Osray in an email.

1. FIRST NAME? Vicki
2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Don't know, Mom said when they married Dad informed her that their first child would be Ricky/Vicki. No idea why
3. LAST CRY? At a movie
4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Sure
5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Turkey
6. KIDS? 1
7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I hope so
8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? Yes
9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Me.........
10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? No
11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? I love the idea but I don't think my body could stand it at my age
12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Apple Jacks
13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Depends
14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Yes, but not like I used to be
15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Orange-pineapple
16. SHOE SIZE? Anywhere from 8-9
18. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? My weight
19. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My parents
20. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? Since I put in on my blog, I don't think so, unless someone else wants to do it
21. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Stained faded blue jeans, barefoot
23. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Football game on TV
24. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Green
25. FAVORITE SMELL? Wild lilacs
26. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Guy at work
27. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? Body language
28. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? YES, he's a sweetheart
29. FAVORITE DRINK? Diet Dew
30. FAVORITE SPORT? I really don't do sports
31. EYE COLOR? Hazel
32. HAT SIZE. Don't know for sure, small
33. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Nope
34. FAVORITE FOOD? Anything Mexican or Italian
35. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? Both
36. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE THEATER? Talladega Nights and Monster House at the drive-in
37. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Gray
38. SUMMER OR WINTER? Hey!!! Summer for sure!
39. HUGS OR KISSES? Both
40. FAVORITE DESSERT? Homemade Banana Pudding
41. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Nary a clue (Um...Nope. I can't guess. I have no idea who may or may not be in the mood to do one of these things...It'll just have to be a surprise!) ;)
42. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Most folks
43. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? Naked Came The Phoenix , The Descent ( for the 4th time,I love this book!) and Dark Passage. Hey, I read a lot.
44. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Dell
45. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV ? No TV last night
46. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE SOUNDS? The sounds of Mother Nature
47. ROLLING STONE OR BEATLES? Stones
48. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME? Hawaii
50. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Moulton, AL
51. WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Osray from Washington

SOMETIMES THE TRUTH HURTS

The Moslems are ticked at the Pope and he's trying to play nice with the world's playground bullies by saying "I'm sorry", but you'll notice that the Pope didn't apologize for what he said but the fact that all most lots of Islamic faithful are such hypocrites (see the definition below and let me know why you don't agree).

"The Holy Father is very sorry that some passages of his speech may have appeared offensive to Muslims and were interpreted in a way he hadn't intended them to be''

Some Moslems were so PO'ed at being called violent that they went out and bombed churches! West Bank Churches Attacked as Muslims Protest Pope's Remarks on Islam Yeah, that makes a lot of sense, "I'll prove how peace loving and sweet I am by destroying your house of worship. If that don't work, I'll go kill a few of your friends and family members so you'll know that I'm really a harmless, fun loving guy." Sounds to me like they fit the definition of hypocrite:

1-a person who puts on a false appearance of virtue or religion
2-a person who acts in contradiction to his or her stated beliefs or feelings to be offended.

I found this gem at FullosseousFlap's Dental Blog and he got it from Michelle Malkin.

My friend Lorenzo Vidino, counterterrorism expert and author of al Qaeda in Europe, sent the above photo and this note:
Attached is a picture of the Pope that is circulating in Qaeda-friendly chat rooms and websites. Lovely (and predictable) that they call for his beheading. The script in red calls for the Pope's beheading. The rest of the translation:
"Swine and servant of the cross, worships a monkey on a cross, hateful evil man, stoned Satan, may Allah curse him, blood-sucking vampire."

Islam, the Peaceful Religion. Yeah, right. And I'm 21, 6' tall and weigh 100 pounds. Isn't telling falsehoods supposed to be a sin in the Koran as well as in most religions?

All this makes about as much sense as one of those guys who beat their wife/lover/girlfriend to death while all the time telling her that he's only doing it because he loves her................

SMOKE IN THE CONTROL ROOM

Sing to the tune of Smoke on the Water:

With a few red lights and a few "Oh Shits"
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know we'll never forget
Smoke in the control room, Freon in the air

Jo-Jo and I were sitting in the control room, just cruising along having a good day and counting down to lunch time, when suddenly thick gray smoke that looked like a scene in "The Fog" started pouring down from the air-conditioner vents!! Talk about somebody's feet hitting the floor and heart rate speeding up, thinking that you're fixing to be incinerated will wake you up in a hurry.

The wall mounted fire-alarm light started to strobe like a bad 60's flashback and in minutes visibility was almost gone. About that time several Maintenance men ran out of the rack room next door to check and see if we were in the same shape as them, they were getting smoked out too!

Everyone's first thought was "FIRE". The Maintenance men left in a hurry to try and track down the problem (at least that's why they said they were leaving us behind!). Jo-Jo and I both jumped up in a panic, turning round and round in circles frantically trying to figure out what to do.

I felt a little better when Jo-Jo turned to me and said with a totally straight face: "This don't look good! You know if we burn the control room down we'll have to work overtime". There's nothing like a good co-pilot to keep you in the proper frame of mind.

The Maintenance guys finally come back and tell us it's not smoke, it's Freon leaking into the ductwork. By this time the room is thick with greasy Freon fumes and our eyes and throats are burning from inhaling the nasty stuff. But we can't leave (we asked the foreman to let us but nada) because control room operators are like the Captain of a ship, you go down with the vessel while the crew is allowed to abandon you like rats jumping off a sinking ship in those old pirate movies.

So we flung all the doors open (the room is supposed to be sealed with a positive air pressure to keep the 'puters healthy) and scrounged up some box fans to help clear out the room. It took awhile but finally things were back to normal and the day slowed down again. Ever notice how time drags and the clock stops when you're waiting for something?

So that's my excitement for the day, what did you do that made your heart go "PITTY-PAT"?

BIKER JOKE

The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven. At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur, "Since you've been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is you can hang out with anyone you want in Heaven."

Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, "I want to Hang out with God." St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room and introduced him to God.

God recognized Arthur and commented, "Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley Davidson motorcycle?"

Arthur said, "Yep, that's me."

God said, "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road?"

Arthur was apparently embarrassed, but finally he said, "Excuse me, but aren't You the inventor of woman?"


God said, "Yes."

"Well," said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention:
1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusions;
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds;
3. Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much;
4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust;
5. And the maintenance costs are enormous!"

"Hmmmmm, you have some good points there," replied God, "hold on." God went to His Celestial super computer, typed in a few words and waited for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.

"Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed," God said to Arthur, "but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours."

DENTED DERRIERES & 'PUTER STD'S

It seems just plain wrong to be paid good money for sitting on your ass for 12 hours, but that's what happened yesterday. We're having a shutdown at work and I worked as "hole watch" for some of the boiler inspectors.

"One position of critical importance is that of the attendant, who commands the hole watch and is responsible for atmospheric testing, communicating with the entry team, knowing when to call for help, and leading evacuation procedures."

Talk about boring! You have to wear an ugly neon green vest and keep an air horn and radio on you at all times to signal for help in case someone getts gassed or has a heart attack or falls down a hole or off a scaffold (all of which have happened here before-several times in fact). I've got terminal hard-hat hair and a permanent dent in my butt from perching on the handrail of a 3'X5' scaffolding platform for 8 hours and peering into a small hole while hoping nothing goes wrong.

Oh well, the money is good and it's better than digging ditches. It would have helped if I had something to read, but reading or sleeping is a firing offense while on hole watch and I don't blame them. If I was in a dangerous position I'd want someone looking out for me too. You sit in one place keeping your eyes on the people inside the vessel until they get done and hope you don't have to go pee cause you can't leave!

Then when I got home the 'puter was a blank screen!!!!!!! I managed to get everything back but the darn thing won't hook up to the internet. The modem is working but when I get it to dial out, MSN claims that the name/password is wrong except that they're not because I can log on here at work. This shit never happened until my 31 year-old son started playing with it. I'm blaming him. Yep, it's all his fault. Probably some kinda 'puter porno STD or something

So my blogging will be sporadic at best until I get what ever bugs he's let in my poor abused 'puter flushed out and on line again. Have faith y'all, I ain't gone---just sidelined for a bit.

BUSY DAY

This morning Donna, Lana and I were at the lawyer's office trying to get our parents' estate settled. The land has been split into equal value parcels and the paperwork is being processed for the deeds, so now if all
5 sisters {do any of you have any idea how hard it is to get 5 people on the same page?} can just agree on the division of the small stuff we'll be done AT LAST. Things seemed so much easier when we were young and the only thing we had to argue about were toys.

The grandson has had his 7th birthday party, gotten tons of presents (I got him a remote control General Lee, he's a Dukes of Hazard fanatic) and I've just finished all 2 acres of our yard..

Now I'm hitting the shower, slipping into something comfortable and being lazy for a spell. Hope y'all have a good day.

OLDER BUT STILL KICKING

I was out on my deck yesterday when I happened to glance across the road and saw my elderly neighbor, Mrs. Dutton, hobbling through the tall grass and chasing her grandkid's escaped pony (a slow motion chase, with the pony wondering around and Mrs. Dutton leaning on her walking stick as she made her way through the snakey growth). This wouldn't have been so notable except that Mrs. Dutton is at least in her 80's and just barely able to walk plus her house is 1/2 mile away! Mr. Dutton died in 1999 but the old lady refuses to ask for help from anyone and insists on doing everything for herself.

I kept seeing a vision in my mind of the pony knocking her down and all the other horses trampling over her poor old body so my son,Chane, crossed the fence and helped her lead the errant equine home.

Watching her struggle with her own shaky gait, the overgrown pasture and willful pony without any complaint or concession to her advanced years, I could only admire her strength of will & character. One of my hopes for the future is that when I reach Mrs. Dutton's age (if I live that long) that I'm half as feisty as her.
Here's to strong, independent women whatever their age!

YEAH, RIGHT.......

A must read!!! You will laugh your ass off!!! An actual 1955 Good Housekeeping article!!!!!! WOW!!! We've come a long way baby!!!!! (hope y'all can read it , click on the picture to enlarge)

ACTUAL 1955 GOOD HOUSEKEEKING ARTICLE: