Friday, January 30, 2004

Welcome to 'Gitmo'
Let me create a scenario for you.
You have an adult son or daughter. Say in the age range of 20-35. At some time in the past 5-8 years this son or daughter has used drugs. Drugs being ANYthing considered to be a controlled substance, including the occassional use of marijuana. Lets say this child has been arrested, or detained for the suspicion of using or possessing drugs or drug parahernalia. In order to have used or possessed these drugs your child had to have purchased them or been associated with someone who purchased them. Think about the add that is currently being run on televisions everywhere. The one that says if you use or have used drugs (remember that includes the occasional use of marijuana) you are contributing to terrorism. Think about what The Patriot Act says about people who are 'suspected' of contributing to or having contributed to, terrorism. Your child just became a suspect.
Welcome to 'Gitmo' (this is the new police/FBI catch word for Guantanmo Bay where all persons suspected of having any association with terrorism are taken). You do not have the right to remain silent, you do not have the right to an attorney, no attorney will be appointed on your behalf. You can be held for questioning as long as deemed necessary.
Now, lets say that at some point you helped your son or daughter out. Maybe you made bail for them. Or maybe you just loaned them money because they were broke and hungry. Or maybe you helped them out with their rent, or car payment. You are now a suspect. The way you discover this fact is you get a letter in the mail telling you your bank account (an any other funds you may have in a federally insured banking institution) has been frozen. There is NO time limit on how long your money may be held. If you have a business, your business may be seized as well.
According to The Patriot Act, once you become suspected of terrorism, or of associating with someone suspected of terrorism, you have NO rights. Think that only applies to Muslims, Arabs, or people of Middle Eastern Desent? You would be wrong. It applies to EVERYONE .
Just yesterday on the Fox News website, there was an article about The Patriot Act. Some people were a little uncomfortable with some of the language and wanted to make some changes. John Ashcroft announced that ' The President' did NOT want ANYthing changed.
Now think about that add, The Patriot Act and it's implications for you and your family. If that doesn't scare you, then maybe you need to think about it some more. If you think I am being an alarmist, and I am overly concerned. Then just sit back , wait , watch and do nothing. If I'm wrong we have nothing to fear. If I'm right, by the time you finally realize it, it will probabaly be too late. What are the odds?

Thursday, January 29, 2004

It's about Free Speech
Regardless of your feelings about politics or politicians. Regardless of whom you support for President. I think we'd all agree that the freedom of speech is one of the liberties we all hold dear. Especially those of us who blog. Freedom of speech is vital to bloggers. Suppose that Blogger, Moveable Type, Upsaid, or whoever host your blog, decided that 'blogging is about personal affairs', not about jokes or politics or pictures. Then they said if you use our hosting services you cannot post these things in your blog. Even if you pay for hosting, you still may not discuss politics, jokes, or pictures. Suppose they said you can no longer use swear words. All blogs must be PG rated. They can do that you know. All of these are privately owned companies and can decide what they allow to be published. The freedom of speech is vital to us.
CBS is hosting the Super Bowl this year. Commercial air time is expensive, but if you have the money ( I think it's something like $3 million) you can have your ad aired during the Super Bowl. That is unless CBS doesn't like your add. When the political group approached CBS about running their ad "Child's Play", they were told "The Super Bowl is about football, not politics...". Okay, fine, then no political ad's should be aired , right? Then it is discovered that CBS WILL be airing the ad that we've all seen lately that links the use of drugs to terrorism. This ad imply's that if you buy drugs (even marijuana) or you use drugs (even smoking a joint) you are supporting terrorism. The implications of this in conjunction with 'The Patriot Act' are truely frightening, but more on that later. When ask about why they would allow this ad to be run but not's ad, the response was, this is not political (?) this is public service. Okay so then why did they also decline to allow PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) to run an add? Is that not a public service announcement? CBS has taken censorship to a new level. If we allow this to go unchallenged we are taking one more step toward the loss of this vital freedom. It's not about politics anymore, now it's about freedom of speech.
If you feel this is an infringement on the freedom of speech click on the banner below and sign the petition. I have, and even some of my very strong Republican friends.

The choices we make today will be the choices our children and grandchildren will have to live with tomorrow. It's up to us.

Wednesday, January 28, 2004

Another one in the win column for Kerry
Well, it looks like John Kerry had another winner in NH!! If you are the least bit curious how I feel about that, you can read all about it HERE.

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

The Kama Sutra of Pooh
Looks like Pooh is finally coming out, of the woods that is. Thanks to The G-Spot for that hilarious link. Now I know where Dakota (my little doggie) got her idea for humping my stuffed teddy bears. Not that she is faithful to the bears. Petunia (other bigger doggie) has fallen victim to doggie lesbian rape. She's got to where she will only sleep on the sofa or in a chair. I don't know what' s gotten into Dakota, but she will pull my bears down off the bed, or the chair and mount them. She seems to prefer 'doggy style' but has been spotted going for the 69 position as well. I'm beginning to wonder if she is sneaking in here at night and looking up doggy porn on the internet. And to think she looks so sweet and innocent!

Monday, January 26, 2004

You gotta see it to believe it
If any of you got the same email from Jen today, that I did then you have already seen these great links. If not, then check them out ....

Because I Said So
Be sure to check out the 'young Howard Dean' photo's.

Blogatron .
Her 'high school' take on the Democratic candidates is priceless. I tried to add a comment but her comments wouldn't let me in.
Here's my comment to her "High School Love Interest" :
I hate having to 'settle' ( Edwards is NOT that bad, I wouldn't be embarassed to take him home to meet the folks or to the prom) but I'm SOOO not going out with that Dubya guy. He runs with a rough crowd and I worry that they'd have no problem with a gang 'date rape'.
At any rate, both site are keepers. Thanks Jen!!

Dear Diary
Today was one of those cold rainy days. The kind where all you really want to do is snuggle under the warm covers with a good book. So I did.
Good book, warm covers, ummm back to my book.

Saturday, January 24, 2004

ALONE, doesn't always mean LONELY

Why are young women so intense about having a man in their life? My daughter and her significant other broke up this past week. For at least the 100th time in the past five years. After listening to her for the last two days, I have come to realize she is not nearly as upset about the 'breaking up' as she is about 'never having anybody to be with'. I see this from other young women in the blogs I read. I don't see this in guys. Guys break up, they hang out with their buddies, they go to bars get drunk, they go fishing, but they don't sit around worrying about 'not having somebody'. Women sit around and mope about being alone.
Wake up ladies! Not being in a relationship doesn't mean you are alone, or that you have to be lonely. If my marriage ended today, finding another man/companion would be the LAST thing on my mind. I'd be thinking about all the things I could do, the places I could go, the money I could spend (even if there wasn't much of it) without having to justify, or explain it to anybody. I could eat at midnight , I could sleep until noon, I'd have only MY clothes, MY dishes, MY things to worry about. I could have hours of uninterupted HUP time. I could go to bed when I want, get up when I want. Eat peaches standing over the sink, have pizza 5 nights in a row if I wanted. I could be ME!!!!! My GAWD, the freedom! A woman can be happy without a man in her life. Trust me. She can share her life with her family, her children, her friends, she DOES NOT have to have a man.
I think this is why there are so many bad marriages and so many divorces. Women are so caught up in this "I need a man" mindset that they will settle for a lot less than perfect. In fact many times the guy isn't even close. They have no idea what they really want or need in or from a man, they just gotta have one. Anyone. Even the wrong one.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love men. In fact for the most part I prefer the company of men to that of women. Men complain less, and they know how to have fun. They know how to drain every ounce out of a day and go home exhausted and content. They aren't worried about being 'happy' or sharing their life, they're just living life, day to day, whatever comes their way. They know they're sloppy messy creatures and they don't care. Yes, by far men are more fun than women.
Why would anyone want to be around a whiney, mopey, insecure, woman? Even I don't want to be around them. Which I think makes me the odd woman out, because women tend to love the company of other miserable women.
Of course there are exceptions. You have women like me, and you have guys who do stress out over being alone. Oddly enough, these people have a way of ending up together. Go figure. Life is damned strange.
I have just one piece of advice for the "I NEED a man to share my life with" ladies. Get a life!!!! Maybe along the way to finding happiness within yourself, you'll come across Mr Right. Being needy and whiney is not attractive. Being happy with yourself, smiling and optimist is. Even if the 'right one' never appears, being single doesn't mean you have to be lonely.

Yep, that's me alright

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Thursday, January 22, 2004

I just can't help myself...
Ready for a few more good laughs?
Q. What should you do if you see your ex-husband rolling around in pain on the ground?
A. Shoot him again.

Q. How can you tell when a man is well-hung?
A. When you can just barely slip your finger in between his neck and the noose.

Q. Why do little boys whine?
A. Because they're practicing to be men.

Q. How many men does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A. One - he just holds it up there and waits for the world to revolve around him.. OR, Three - one to screw in the bulb, and two to listen to him brag about the screwing part.

Q. What do you call a handcuffed man?
A. Trustworthy.

Q. What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling your name?
A. You didn't hold the pillow down long enough.

Q. Why does it take 100,000,000 sperm to fertilize one egg?
A. Because not one will stop and ask directions.

Q. Why do female black widow spiders kill their males after mating?
A. To stop the snoring before it starts.

Q: Why do men whistle when they're sitting on the toilet?
A: Because it helps them remember which end they need to wipe.

Q: What is the difference between men and women...
A: A woman wants one man to satisfy her every need.
B: A man wants every woman to satisfy his one need.

Q: How does a man keep his youth?
A: By giving her money, furs and diamonds.

Q: How do you keep your husband from reading your e-mail?
A: Rename the mail folder to "instruction manuals"

When I'm An Old Lady...

"THIS" " is sooo going to be me!!! I'm in rehearsal for the role.


Wednesday, January 21, 2004

Another one bites the dust
Well, Upsaid is down , AGAIN, which means that all my pretty little pictures have disappeared. Can anyone suggest an image hosting site? I tried Village Photo's but they have such limited bandwidth that it doesn't work for me. Anyone have any other suggestions?

Just a short note here before I go off to bed.
I love blogging. I love bloggers. I especially love "my" blog buddies!
Nite all!!!

Tuesday, January 20, 2004

Okay, I'm bored. See what happens when I'm bored? Tell me what you think.

Monday, January 19, 2004

I'm baaaaaackkkkk
Whew! I finally got logged in. This has been a day of frustrations for me. I have tried all day to get logged in to my Blogger account. I got an email from them about 1/2 an hour ago telling me that I might need to alter something in my browser settings. Now why that is I have no idea. I haven't changed anything in the past few days, yet for some reason Blogger seems to think that I need to reajust my browser settings. So I did. And 'viola' here I am. Didn't change a thing, but now it's working. Go figure??!!!
At any rate I am all tuckered out now (especially after the long winded post on my political blog). So this is going to have to suffice for now. If you want to know what I think about John Kerry's win in Iowa check it out... here.

Later ya'll........

Saturday, January 17, 2004

To My Daughter

"Out among the lullabies,
Where you and I began..
A journey into an unknown land.
You touched my heart, and brought it joy
You cried your tears , I dried your eyes...

I took your hand, and tried so hard
To show you the way
And, thus, we traveled thru the years...
Past obstacle and strife...

From child, to girl, to woman...
Through the tangled web of life.
Through broken hearts and broken dreams
We have prevailed, the race we run

But holding court with angels...
Is never an easy task..
There have been days we thought
We'd never speak again..
Yet with all we've faced
Never have I felt so close...
To man...or God...or anyone."
I do believe YOU are my

To My Son

My little boy
oh how you have grown
I hardly recognize you now
so tall, all grown up, still
sometimes, I see it in your eyes
that little boy
so eager to please
so sweet, those chipmunk cheeks
I am so proud of you
the way you've grown
a kind and good young man
always a smile
putting on a happy face for the world to see
but I know that inside you are so sensitive
sometimes you hurt
sometimes you cry
that little boy isn't seen by anyone
but I.

Thursday, January 15, 2004

Guess who?

I'll give you three guesses who's the first person I thought of when I saw this.

Why We Are Alone

OK, so a couple of Jehovah's Witness members came to the door the other day. Like most non-cult-associated Americans, I turned off the lights and hid behind the sofa until they left. While I was back there I decided to read the Washington Post.. since I couldn't turn the tube on and didn't want to walk in front of the window to get to my computer..
Man, the paper is depressing! Looking at the conflict in the world got me thinking.. and I now know why the human race is all alone in the universe. See, by most standards the Earth is considered to be a very young and small planet. It's a freaking miracle that this little rock has life on it at all. Now, if you walk down that line for a minute.. and think.. reason would have it that most of the little green men would come from planets that are older and larger than Earth.
Armed with the above logic.. I must assume that all the little green men have already killed themselves. I mean, we live on a small planet and there are only a few billion of us.. right? If we can't get a few billion people to get along on a small rock... how the hell would the aliens from planet Shmegma keep from killing each other.. they've got to have two to ten times as many people there.. just imagine how many more assholes they have to deal with?!? Shit, I bet you can't swing a dead cat without hitting a few dozen six-eyed dicks during the morning commute to the alien capital of Smootze. They had to have blown themselves up a long time ago. They never reached deep space..
We'll never reach deep space either.. How can we? We're too busy arguing about who owns all the dam oil and whether or not we should have condom dispensers in high school bathrooms. We sent a couple of guys to the moon FORTY YEARS AGO... yet we still have people living in cardboard boxes.. dying of starvation.. dying of AIDS.. dying of boredom.
If I'm wrong.. then the aliens are really smart and really with it.. they saw us coming.. and are hiding behind their sofas waiting for us to leave. ??
Thanks again to David for this little tidbit.

Tuesday, January 13, 2004

The Scent of a Woman
Have you ever been so angry with someone that you just literally wanted to slap them? I have a temper, I don't often let it get the best of me but tonight I came really close to just smacking the piss out of someone. I didn't. But I damn sure wanted to. In fact I didn't say a word. I sat there mad as hell and kept my mouth shut. Yeah, I know that's hard to believe but I did it. Not because I wanted to. Because the person I was so pissed at is a close friend of my son Robby's. I really like this kid (although at 22 he's not really a kid). He's a sweet young man with a good heart and he's cute as all get out. But when it comes to women he is an absolute fool. A complete idiot. Trust me I am not overstating this fact.
In early December, Robby and this friend both got jobs at the same place. Robby doesn't have a car right now so he told this friend that if he was going to work there he would have to rely on him for a way to work and back for awhile. "NO problem" this friend says. Everything has been going smoothly. They go to work together, they come home, have breakfast and crash. Ususally here at our house. That is until Friday night. Some how this young man ran into a former girlfriend of his while in town. Now, this is a girl who cheated on him the entire time they were together. Then she dumped him, hooked up with one of his best friends and preceeded to get herself knocked up. So, he runs into her Friday night and she once again lures him right back into that same ole trap. She has no intention of leaving the guy she is living with, but she wants to keep Josh (that his name) as one of her 'boys on the side'. No doubt there are several others. Now, he has started laying out of work. Which would be his business except for the fact that if he doesn't go to work, Robby has no way to go either. On top of that he doesn't bother to call or let Robby know until damn near too late to try and find another way.
I tried to talk to him about this and really thought I got through to him. He's too nice a guy to put up with this kind of treatment. So what happens but again tonight, he doesn't call or show up until about 15 before they have to leave for work, and "HE'S SICK", he 's not going in to work, AGAIN!!!
Have you ever been so pissed at someone that you just wanted to slap the crap out of them? I didn't, but oh how I wanted to!!!!
Why are men/boys so stupid sometimes?

Monday, January 12, 2004

A Cup of Coffee Please

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things
were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and
wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as
one problem was solved a new one arose. Her mother took her to the kitchen.
She filled three pots with water. In the first, she placed carrots, in the
second she placed eggs and the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let
them sit and boil without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned
off the burners.
She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl, pulled the eggs out
and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee into a bowl. Turning
to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see?"

Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.

She brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted
that they were soft. She then asked her to take an egg and break it. After
pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, she asked
her to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma.

The daughter then asked. "What's the point, mother?"

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same
adversity-boiling water-but each reacted differently.

The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However after being
subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.

The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid
interior.But, after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became

The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling
water they had changed the water.

Which are you?" she asked her daughter. " When adversity knocks on your
door, how do you respond?Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"

Think of this: Which am I?
Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity, do I wilt
and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a
malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but
after death, a break up, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I
become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am
I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the
very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases
the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their
worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hours
are the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate to another
How do you handle Adversity?ARE YOU A CARROT, AN EGG, OR
I received this from a friend back some time ago and it has stayed with me ever since. I'd like to believe that I am like the coffee bean, (like Leslie) but more often than not, I'm afraid I am more like the boiled egg.

Sunday, January 11, 2004

WATER OF AIR. You're aloof, depressed and seasoned. You'd make a good psychologist, executioner, black widow, arsenic poisoner, heretic queen or commentator. You're too witty for your own good. Have to get up early in the morny morn to fool you, as you spot lies a mile away. And WOE TO THOSE who dare attempt such a stupid move. You're Jamie Lee Curtis in Halloween, when she cuts Michael's head off. You're Anne Robinson, the host of The Weakest Link!
created by Polly Snodgrass.

Saturday, January 10, 2004

Home Economics
Okay ladies, ready for a good laugh? Check this out....
How To Be A Good Wife

Friday, January 09, 2004

21 Grams
When I saw the name of this movie, my first thought was "I have to see this movie". After reading the reviews I realized the movie is not what I thought it was. It may well be a great movie. The reviews all give it a high rating and there are even whispers of an Oscar nomination for a few of the actors and the director. It's just not what I was expecting.
Back some years ago I read an article about Dr. Duncan MacDougall of Haverhill, Massachusetts. It seems that Dr. MacDougall had this belief (a belief shared by many, including myself) that human beings are possessed of souls which depart their bodies after death and that these souls have detectable physical presences. As much as we 'believe' in the concept of the 'soul', it remains something that can only be believed through faith. It is not something we can see or touch. In 1907 Dr MacDougall set about conducting expirements seeking to find proof of the existence of the human soul. In his expriments Dr MacDougall placed dying patients upon a scale in order to determine if the weight of the human body lost any dissernable weight at the exact moment of death. To make a very long story short, the result of this experiment was that according to the good Doctor, at the exact moment of death the body lost apporximatel 21 grams in weight. When this expirement was conducted on dogs, no such weight loss was detected.
I found this facinating and to this day still remember reading about it. So naturally when I saw the title of the movie "21 Grams" I assumed that the movie would be about the Doctor, his expirements and the results. Much to my disappointment, that is not the case. While it appears 21 Grams is an excellent movie, it's not what I was hoping for. I think it would have made a great movie. Don't you?

Thursday, January 08, 2004

Wanna know what your name says about you? Here's what you do. Find out what each letter of your name means.
Then connect all the meanings and it describes YOU. (Its TRUE !!)
(Is'nt it GREAT !!)
If you have double letters just count the meaning this:
W=You like your privacy (true)
A=You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind (true)
N=You like to work, but you always want a break (oh yeah )
D=You have trouble trusting people (right again)
Here's the key.
A=You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.
B=You are always cautious when comes to meeting new people.
C=You definitely have a partier side in you, don't be shy to show it.
D=You have trouble trusting people
E=You are a very exciting person
F=Everyone loves you
G=You have excellent ways of viewing people
H=You are not judgemental
I=You are always smiling and making others smile
K=You like to try new things
L=Love is something you believe in deeply
M=Success comes easily to you
N=You like to work, but you always want a break
O=You are a very open-minded person
P=You are very friendly and understanding
Q=You are a hypocrite
R=You are a social butterfly
S=You are very broad-minded
T=You have an attitude, a big one!
U=You feel like you have to live up to other peoples standards
V=You have very good physique and looks
W=You like your privacy
X=You never let people tell you what to do
Y=You cause a lot of trouble
Z=You are always fighting with someone.

I snatched this from Our Family Blog.

Tuesday, January 06, 2004

I would like to invite anyone who visits my blog to take a look over at my My Poli-Blog". I have a lot to say and no one to argue debate with.

Annie Get Your Gun
All the talk over at Don's about guns (and legalized killin) and TW's post about gun control has caused me to give some thought to the issue. I, like TW did not grow up around guns. Which considering that I was an Army brat, may seem a bit strange. I don't think I ever saw a gun up close and personal until I was in my teens. My view of guns was formed by observing the ways they were used in movies and on television. Guns were used to kill people. Cowboys killed each other (and the occassional snake or wild animal). Soliders used guns to kill the enemy, which were people. People on the news used guns for robbery's, or killing Presidents. So, it is little wonder that I had such a negative attitude toward guns. When I met Robert, he was a true Southern Boy. He hunted, fished, and on occassion bowled. Our first and only argument about guns came one Saturday afternoon when he and a friend returned from a morning of 'squirrel hunting. They had about 10 squirrels hanging from a stick and when they took them out of the back of the truck, Daniel , then about 3 came running in the house crying. I went outside, took one look at those little bodies, turned around went back in the house and slammed the door. Robert's friend sensed a coming storm decided he's high-tail it outta there. When Robert came inside he found Daniel and I sitting in the rocking chair, both crying. I looked at him and said, you get those out of my yard (done already!!) and you choose right now, me or the guns. Without a word, he turned went back out, got his gun, put it in his car and took it to his friends house and gave it to him. From that day on he never hunted again, or owned a gun. We never discussed it again. It was understood there would be NO guns in our house. I never realized at the time what a tremendous sacrifice he had made.
Over the years I suppose I have mellowed. I still won't have them in my house. I still strongly discourage my sons from owning them (none of them do). However they have all gone hunting and they are all familiar with guns. Josh and Robby are avid paint ball fans. They play whenever they have the chance. That's fine with me. I don't like guns. But, I don't think I have the right to decide what any other person should or should not do regarding owning them. I can't imagine why any civilian would need a semi-automatic. I would support a ban on those. That's just my opinion. I feel like every person who is a responsible ADULT (with NO criminal record) has the right to own a gun. Just as long as he doesn't live in the house with me.
Guns do kill people. So do knives, and cars. All it takes is a foolish or irresponsible person in control of them. Accidents happen. People die. Some things can be prevented some things cannot. Such is the fabric of our lives.

Monday, January 05, 2004

Oh Yeah!!!
I couldn't be happier about this.... I would sooooo love to be like Captain Jack!

Which Pirates of the Caribbean character are you?

Oh What a Day
What a day, what a day. It's nearly 1 AM, and I am exhausted. To start with I am coming down with a cold. I got very little sleep last night. Woke up feeling like the chicken that didn't make it across the road. Feeling like sheit was not enough. Everyone in the house is in some kind of post Christmas/New Years funk. Grumpy, ill-tempered people abound. The dog peed on the floor and left a nasty looking spot right in front of the back door. I guess she was trying to get out, but that door handle wouldn't co-operate. Kasey has a major crisis going on in her life. I am torn between being supportive of her and wanting to wring her neck. I won't delve into the details because it's not my right to discuss her private life with the blogosphere. Even normally good natured Robby is Mr Grouchy Pants. There's this feeling in the air. Speaking of the air, the weather is ridiculous. The temp has been in the 70's for several days and it's not that summer kind of 70's. It's a damp, heavy, gray, oppressive kind of 70's. It's winter, it should at least be cool. I feel like there's a storm brewing just over the horizon. The only question is will it be the weather or me that breaks. Only time will tell.
I have taken some cold medication so I am going to go crawl in the bed and try to get some rest. I'll see ya'll in the mornin!

Friday, January 02, 2004

Barney's (no not the dinosaur) World
If you're interested in a wee bit of humor and entertainment, take a hop over to "Barney's 'First Dog' Blog . Barney Bush has a unique perspective on life in the White House. I think I like Barney a lot.

Barney has issued a challenge for the worlds first dog blog debate. This challenge is to Kasey (NO not my daughter Kasey).

Kasey is Howard Deans dog. Kasey has high hopes of one day being 'First Dog'. My instincts tell me this won't be any run of the mill black-vs-white debate. I for one will be watching this one with baited breath!!

Don't Worry, Be Happy

Well, another year has come and gone. Is it just me or do the years go faster once you pass 40? I often find myself wondering " WHERE did the years go". I am not going to set myself any lofty goals this year. My primary objective is going to be learning to be greatful for what I have and try not to worry about what I don't have. It's so easy to get mired down in being depressed about how many things I'd love to have. I'm am going to try my best to not get into that frame of mind so often. I'm not going to say I'm going on a diet or that I am going to get more excercise. If I had a dollar for every pound I've lost and regained over the years I WOULD be rich. I am just going to accept that I am never going to be a 'hot chick' again. I had my time. My motto is going to be, "you're only young once, but if you do it right, once is enough". I think I did it right. So now I'm gonna be not young. Not old but not young either. The world can either accept me just as I am, or not. It's their loss if they choose not to.
2004 is going to be the year of "don't worry , be happy".
Think that will work?

Thursday, January 01, 2004


Here's a toast to all my blogger friends....
My wish for each of you this year is
Good health
Peace of mind
and many happy blogging days!!!

An Audience of One
A Touch Of Heaven
Always Victoria
Bacon and Eh's
Causin a Kimmotion!
Chocolate Starfish
Critter Chick
Defiance Dolls
Emptying My Head
Joe Cool
Life After Nexcom
Life on Whidbey
Lumbering Soul
Mind Diversion
My Insanity
Out in the Open
Southern Secrets
Split Splat (KB)
Talk With Desiree
Txoceanlover's Laments
What's Up Down South
Wind Spirit
Star Wars Fan Films