Thursday, January 31, 2008
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Mom called me today at work. We keep in touch almost daily by email. It always scares me when she calls. I just never know if it's something serious. She was at the cottage & the power was out. Good thing they have a wood stove that keeps the place warm. So she had no TV or internet and she had heard that Edwards was stepping out of the race and she wanted to know who he was supporting. She laughed when I called her a political news junky & said it's too bad she can't vote. I'm sure a lot of Canadians would like to vote in this one coming up. I think they are tired of Republicans in power too.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
The rules are very simple…
1. Choose a pangram of your liking, the most common being (“The quick brown fox jumps over a lazy dog.” )
2. Write it on a piece of paper and sign it with your blog name or online handle.
3. Take a picture and post it to the flickr group, your blog, myspace, facebook or all of them.
4. Link back or trackback to this post.
5. Tag five people.
Tuesday is our friend & neighbor Gene's birthday. So today Kanga baked Challah for him. The smell of it baking was unbelievable . That pizza pan is an extra large with 3 good sized loafs on it. We will deliver 2 loafs when they get home. And we are keeping 1 loaf for ourselves. The guy can swing a hammer & bake! I am a very lucky girl.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the man.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."
"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the senator.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules." And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse. Standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.
They play a friendly game of golf; and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises... The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.
"Now it's time to visit heaven." So, 24 hours pass with the Senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time. Before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."
The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell."
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above. The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder.
"I don't understand," stammers the Senator.
"Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse. We ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable, What happened?"
The devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning...... Today you voted."
Thursday, January 24, 2008
While on vacation last August, we had just arrived when my middle sister's mother in law, Celine, had been given a diagnosis of 6 months to live . Cancer is a cruel fate. But in the end it was her heart that gave out. Celine was a wonderful wife, mother, mother in law, and grandmother. My sister loved her. And my brother in law is devastated. My heart goes out to all who loved her.
My sister had booked a small vacation with a girlfriend before knowing about the diagnosis. Celine had hung on through Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years. My sister's trip soon came. She went to see Celine before leaving to say goodbye (for the trip) and had asked her to hang on & wait for her to get back. She then left for Toronto which took a day. The next day she was scheduled to leave for Mexico. The night that she was in Toronto Celine died. My brother in law forbid anyone from telling my sister. He did not want to ruin her vacation. This man, who loved his mother, loved my sister enough that he did not demand that she return immediately. He hasn't even told her that his mom has past. I don't even know if he had the appropriate clothing ready & waiting for when this sad time would arrive. He & my nephew (14 years old) have been leaning on each other while my sister is away. They were close before but I'm sure they are closer now. Mom said the two of them were like a boat without a rudder with my sister gone. My brother in law has gone over to my parent's a few time since his mom's death. They sit & talk. He cries, my nephew cries. Mom feeds them & listens. Mom, Dad, my youngest sister & her husband all went to the funeral. I wish we could have gone. To show my love & respect. Tonight my sister comes home. She will find out about Celine, and that she couldn't be there for her husband to lean on. I don't know how she will react. Will she be able to see how much her husband loves her?
Joe was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he had anything left to live for but he had no choice to go under the knife. When he left the hospital, he was without a headache for the first time in 20 years, but he felt like he was missing an important part of himself. As he walked down the street, he realized that he felt like a different person. He could make a new beginning and live a new life. He saw a men's clothing store and thought, That's what I need... a new suit. He entered the shop and told the salesman, I'd like a new suit.
The elderly tailor eyed him briefly and said, Let's see. size 44 long.
Joe laughed,That's right, how did you know?
Been in the business 60 years! the tailor said.
Joe tried on the suit, it fit perfectly.
As Joe admired himself in the mirror,
the salesman asked, How about a new shirt?
Joe thought for a moment and then said, Sure.
The salesman eyed Joe and said, Let's see, 34 sleeves and 16-1/2 neck.
Joe was surprised,That's right, how did you know?
Been in the business 60 years.
Joe tried on the shirt, and it fit perfectly. Joe walked comfortably around the shop, and the salesman asked,
How about some new underwear?
Joe thought for a moment and said, 'Sure.
The salesman said, Let's see.. size 36.
Joe laughed, 'Ah ha! I got you, I've worn a size 34 since I was 18 years old.
The salesman shook his head, 'You can't wear a size 34. A size 34 would press your testicles up against the base of your and give you one hell of a headache.
New suit - $400
New shirt - $36
New underwear - $6
Second Opinion - PRICELESS
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
|You Are 70% Tortured Genius|
You are smart. Brilliant in fact. And while it's a blessing, it's also a curse.
Your head is filled with everything - grand ideas, insufferable worries, and a good deal of angst.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Chimpo & Mrs. Chimpo
Faith & Leo
Everybody is in my sidebar so go check them out. I had a great time. Hubby, Kanga, was sorry he couldn't make it. Part of my house is now name the Bendover Room. LOL! Kanga doesn't even know that yet. And I think the quote of the night was from Heather who told Meesha:" I'm not prone to sticking strange things in my mouth." I look forward to those evenings for many reasons. But if you need just one, then how about great conversations.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
|You Are An ESFJ|
You are sympathetic and caring, putting friends and family first.
A creature of habit, you prefer routines and have trouble with change.
You love being in groups - whether you're helping people or working on a project.
You are good at listening, laughing, and bringing out the best in people.
In love, you value harmony and mutual understanding.
You will apologize or give someone the benefit of the doubt, if it means getting over a fight sooner.
At work, you are good at building relationships and connecting with people.
You would make a great nurse, social worker, or teacher.
How you see yourself: Organized, dependable, co-operative
When other people don't get you, they see you as: Opinionated, critical, and know-it-all
|Your Birthdate: January 12|
You're a dynamic, charismatic person who's possibly headed for fame.
You tend to charm strangers easily. And you usually can get what you want from them.
Verbally talented, you tend to persuade people with your speaking and writing.
You are affectionate and loving, but it's hard for you to commit to any one relationship.
Your strength: Your charm
Your weakness: Your extreme manipulation tactics
Your power color: Indigo
Your power symbol: Four leaf clover
Your power month: December
|Your Birthdate: November 24|
You understand people well and are a natural born therapist.
A peacemaker, people always seem to get along when you are around.
You tend to be a father or mother figure to friends, even to those older than you.
You enjoy your role, and you find that you are close to many people.
Your strength: Your devotion
Your weakness: Reliance on others for happiness
Your power color: Lilac
Your power symbol: Heart
Your power month: June
found at So Many Books
a. list seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself
b. tag seven people to do the same
c. do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it"
1. On my last birthday (January 12th) I became 51 years old. And I'm proud of it.
2. I dye my hair. Well, really Janet does it. I have buzzed my head with a #4 guard on the clippers
Side note: Just asked Kanga if I have any habits/quirks/facts about yourself. He said: "Do you think I'm crazy?" LOL I laughed so hard I cried. Then he reminded me about #3
3. I can't say meme correctly. I also say "close the light" when I mean turn off the light.
4. I hate needles & have 2 tattoos.
5. I don't consider myself book smart but I am common sense brilliant.
6. I'm a vegetarian but I LOVE crisp bacon.
7. I'm trustworthy & loyal. Damn, I sound like a Labrador Retriever.
On that note I'm tagging my dog lover buddies: Faith, Heather, Cara, Kristine, I can't remember who else has dogs. So on a different note I'm tagging my cat buddies ( I really wanted to say my pussy buddies): Janet, Melinda, So many Books
Update: My appologies to MELINDA not Melissa! But in my defense I posted this VERY late. I got most of it right.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Stink's post, King Arthur and the Skanky Laundrette reminded me of years ago (at least 18 years) we, Kanga & I, rented a house in Olathe. We had to go to the laundry mat to do our laundry. This was something that we would go do together. At that time we belonged to a medieval reenactment group. One of the funniest thing that happened back then was at the laundry mat. Kanga, who was paying more attention to the chickies across the room, thought he had a pillow case. He was busily stuffing tighty whities, t-shirts, and socks in a pair of my medieval bloomers. I don't know who was more embarrassed me because my bloomers are being publicly displayed or Kanga for doing that in front of the chickies. I was very glad when we bought a house & got a washer & drier.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
|You Are a Liberal for Life|
You've got a bleeding heart - and you're proud of it.
For you, liberal means being compassionate, pro-government, and anti-business.
You believe in equality for every person, and you consider yourself universally empathetic.
Helping others is not just political for you ... it's very personal too.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Saturday was 2 trips to Lowes for a home project. Kanga can tell you all about it.
Sunday, I managed to get myself to church so I could pray for all you heathens. LOL I really do love St Francis Xavier catholic church (on Troost). Fr Matt, our pastor, has to be one wildest priest I know. He kayaked the Missouri River as a fund raiser for the church. He had never kayaked before. Those Jesuits are the ones that want you to think, not just follow blindly. Anywho...
After that I came home to Kanga driving out for another trip to Lowes. I think he's seeing someone there... So I went with him. This project is getting expensive. Half way home we (I) realized that we (Kanga) forgot the 8 foot 2x4 piece of lumber outside at Lowes. We had loaded the 6 bags of gravel & the window well, but forgot the wood. It was still there waiting for us. Later, there was a trip to Westlake Hardware for a drill bit, another trip to Lowes for a 8 foot 4x4. That makes 3 1/2 trips to a hardware store Sunday.
While Kanga was working outside I made a meatloaf, baked potatoes & peas for supper. For a vegetarian I make a mean meatloaf. No recipe, just throw stuff together. I used bread crumbs (Italian seasoned), onions, garlic, fenugreek, mustard, BBQ sauce, one can of tomato sauce. I sprinkled the top with Italian herbs.
Just a bit ago Kanga was on the floor spooning with Willow, our Great Dane. That's just not right! He had his clothes on! Get your mind out of the gutter.
Tonight I'll show him how to set up Google Reader.
Hope your week wasn't as busy as our.
Oh ya, total trips to the hardware store this weekend 5 1/2!
MONDAY morning update: Kanga decided to go to bed early so Google Reader did not get done. My meatloaf is sooooo goood that hubby had it & cornbread for breakfast! He said he was craving it!
Friday, January 04, 2008
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
I've spent all of January 1st, 2008 in my flannel pjs. Reading blogs, napping, and watching Mike Rowe on Dirty Jobs. Man, he has nice chest. Good looking in a rugged kinda way.
Back to work in the morning. So, I'll finish this Capt Morgan & Diet coke & head to bed.
Who texted me New Year Eve night? I got the number but don't know who? I know I didn't give it to the D. Besides it was a nice text & spelled correctly.