Bras and Escargot

This will be a Thurs-Fri-Sat-Sun bloggie, so you'd better get a drink and settle in.Every time I tried to blog something came up.

What a great day! I kicked ass and took names at work.
I work with such a great crew...there are certain things everyone excels at. For me, the booting of ignition wires, especially the ones with no "Test", it's all verified by your eyes and hands and experience. Some other people in my crew knew when I was leaving today. [Thursday] They also figured that, when I left, bitchzilla [the one person no one can get along with...I try, but I can't. She likes me, but she drives me absofrigginlutely nuts. She always wants to do what I do, even the jobs she can't do.] So...they rigged it so I got every one of my favorite jobs to do today, even the ones the owner will come grab a tool and go over your work, right in front of you, Trying to find fault. There was no fault to be found, I owned it. My co-workers also rigged it so that the first set after I left would be a K37....the dreaded, universally hated K37 boot. THey are difficult and tempermental to work with, plus, they wreck your hands. It's hard to turn the key in the ignition at the end of the day after completing a job that includes K37's. I got stuck with them yesterday and never said a word, so they made sure bitchzilla got everything that wasn't on deck yesterday. And she was stupid enough to have just enough balls to question why SHE should have to do K37's ,"They Hurt Her Hands". I hope the string mop was handy when I left.

This Saturday is Steves business dinner, and I wanted to buy a dress for that tonight. Simple enough, right? There are stores up the wazoo here. Except....all the dresses were orange and purple, or leopard print [not that there's anything wrong with leopard print, but since my favorite leopard print sandals were killed by teriyaki, my heart kinda went off it] they were, well, ugly. I looked all over, not one classic, clean, crisp feminine dress to be had. And the one skirt? Leopard print. And I tried it on and it was a FINE skirt, but not for a business dinner. Thank God for Old Navy,of all the stores, they were the only one who had a nice lil dress.

I guess every woman has their own method of buying bras. I got a few tonight, since we were in Kohls. I only get mine at Kohls or at a super online sale, I only buy on sale cause I cannot BELIEVE how much lace and a few hooks and eyes cost. If I thought I could I'd make my own, but then I probably couldn't go out in public.
My best friend slings bras OVER HER SHOULDER, while finishing her shopping, so the hooks don't snag anything else in the cart. I am in shock and awe of that. My family can tell you that I'm pretty out there, and I will discuss things with people that make my family cringe [but we are all on the planet together, and if I can hook you up I will] but to advertize the size? OH HELL to the no. I don't need to bury them in a cart, but I'm not swinging them around over my head like a lasso, either.
At checkout, I have them under a shirt on the counter.The cashier tried to pick the shirt up, and that sucker wouldn't Budge. It was just her, Steve, and I, so I explained, I put my bras under there, I didn't want everyone to see them, and they are snagged on something.They WANT to be mean. She laughed at that visual. Tried to bag them, and THEY WOULD NOT GO IN THE BAG, no matter what she did they kept getting snagged. On the sides. Of this big, Tall bag, so Everyone could see what the issue was.Oh, we were really laughing now, and I told her, those bras WANT to be mean. I sign on the dotted and grab the bag. The cashier is still laughing, and we head for the door....and the Door went the hell off on me. I turned to her and yelled "Hey, I TOLD you these bras want to be mean" and I thought she'd bust a gut. We swung just the bag thru the security device, and sure enough, those damn bras set the sucker off. Steve and I laughed all the way to the car, my Russian bras were causing trouble, hehehe :o)

And I have a pic for you. We live near a large park, and have to drive by it to get to the main drag,which is basically any time we go out, ya gotta drive by the lake.And there lives a Huge family of ducks, Steve says there were around 2 dozen lil baby ducks, I've never seen a family that large. Since school has started, I have had unexpected braking for both young humans and young ducks. But I digress...on the way home tonight, the duckie family had the right of way in front of us, and I thought to get a half assed picture of it, we enjoyed the hell out of it:

If I see a school bus stopped to my right at a 4 way, where I don't have a Stop sign and the bus does, I still stop. Yesterday, I stop,......because there is a school bus to my right, all lights flashing [in NY, a school bus flashes its lights and you stop,even if it's a 4 lane highway divided by a grass median, and you are going in the opposite direction] at an intersection. Right behind me, another school bus, and the bus driver is making shoo-ing motions to me, to continue on. *I * am a Mom, and I know better. And sure enough, here comes, from stage left, a boy running for all he was worth, never looked right or left he was running for the BUS, and he ran right in front of me. I felt like getting out of the truck and taking a bow at a the driver behind me :o) No matter what state you live in, please watch out for all the little ones, we adults are all they have.

Oh Yeah!! I wanted to tell you this too.
Yesterday, coming into work.
Driving thru a road repaving zone that extends for maybe 10 miles, every bit of it a PITA. At 6:55am, I am 2nd in line behind a town truck. It is going 10 miles an hour, and there are 3 gentlemen in the back of it. Their job is to place the orange traffic cones that will later on, change the lanes of traffic, to drink coffee, to laugh, and to take surreptitious glances at all the commotion they are causing. They won't pull over and let rush hour traffic pass, they will build it up behind them and then they will enjoy the power they feel.
One car in front of me. For MILES. I look behind me upon the flats, and see such a line of cars, I have NEVER seen that long a line of traffic in THAT area in my whole life. And I thought to get a pic to show Steve, this used to be HIS baby, and now this reverse commute is mine. I whip the cell phone out, set it up, stick it out the sunroof and without looking, take a backwards pic. Now I face it forward, just in time for Ed Norton in the back of the truck to see what I am doing. And He freeze like a deer in the the headlights. Taps the other 2 guys, who bang on the window behind the driver. Then.....why, Voila! They are miraculously able to pull over and allow traffic to pass! I didn't quite catch what happened, but when I told Steve what I'm tellin' you, he said Simple......they thought you were a reporter, or someone who would submit those pics to the [local paper] and get all their asses in trouble. Only prob is, to keep a pic in this cell, you HAVE to select "save" or it doesn't stay, unlike my last phone. So I don't have the pics that I took. But I DID learn a valuable lesson. I'l take a pic when I want to call Shenanigans, and make sure the people involved see me do it.

Oh. WOW.It's 11:00 Sat night, and we ust got back from Steves business dinner.WHAT A TREAT!!! We went to the Ship lantern Inn. I have to preface this by saying, I am reading "The making of a Chef: Mastering Heat at the Culinary Institute of America" by Michael Ruhlman.A writer who goes thru the Culinary Institute of America [CIA] as if we were a student.You get a real eye into what goes into running a top notch restaurant, and the life of a chef. With what I read in mind, I got to really watch the service. I had looked at the online menu, and posted to Facebook that I thought it was over wrought, that I was looking for seasonal well cooked food that wasn't drenched in something at which point *I*....yes, *I*..... got called a .........Weenie!! by my friends hehe. I hope they know I had the escargot as an appy, and I loved it :O)
I'm happy to report that the online menu did not do the real menu justice, and the service was Lovely! I told the kids where we'd be, and told them only to call if there was an emergency, so of course smart ass Stevie txt'ed me instead. His emergency? A pic of a 66 or 67 GTO, txted into a group of car people.Pretty witty, we all got a good laugh out of that.

Home Depot. Where Team Gail goes for amusement.

We have 2 bathrooms here at the Shack. One is a powder room. It had this large random piece of beadboard [like for wainscoting] nailed to the wall. I decided the game room, powder room, and library are all gonna be a light soft blue,with white ceiling and trim [but I am NOT NOT touching the woodwork, that is just gorgeous] We needed to know what, exactly, was being covered up by the board before we commence with the paintin'. So Steve pulled that sucker off. And we found...the original to the house, Exterior window for what appears to have been a den, you can see the original wood paneling framing out the rectangle in the wall. Also, you can look thru the window and see the insulation in the wall for the library [it really doesn't get enough direct sun to be a Sun room, and a "library " fits better with who and what we are about] VERY cool beans, we spent a lot of time looking it over. Now we need to decide, do we remove the window and make a rectangular niche in there, or cover it up, say with a huge mirror, to reflect the little light that's available in there. We decided,... too many rooms to paint to be makin' a niche, so right now we'll just cover it with a mirror and install some shelving,then paint. I LOVE the finding of the original stuff in the Shack! Oh, wait, let me go get a pic of that:

While we were at the Depot, my cart apparently yawed into the gardening area.I think they TRAIN all carts to do that, this was NOT my fault. Steve had something, humorous but pointed, to say about that. So I warned him if he negged me in the Depot I'd send him to Assholeville.This just struck him as the funniest thing, and we laughed right up to checkout. where it was determined that, aside from a ceiling light fixture for the powder room and some paint sample cards, everything in the cart [NOT A LOT...just necessities. And a Jade plant that put itself in my cart, *I* had nothing to do with it] was plant related. And not REALLY what we went in for. Whoopsie! Steve swiped his debit card, and at the juncture where it said " charge ok or Charged not ok" he asked the cashier, what if I said charge not ok, would this stuff march it's asses back to the shelves? And all *I* said was " I'll send your ass to Assholeville" and we got to laughing, the poor cashier must of thought we were her loonies for the night. Who knows, she may have been right. Oh, and when I buy a plant, I resolve it out to one plant a pot...a lot of times, the nurseries will cram a few plants in a pot so the plant looks more lush, but in the fullness of time that will kill the plants, and generally pisses me off. Here's a pic of the Jade, it resolved out to 5 plants:

They are the 5 pots in front. If you look right behind them, to the 3 large pots.......you may remember them from last year. Elephants Foot plants.I raised them from babies, and last October I poted them onto 6 inch pots. This is what they looked like last October:

Men just don't get necessary purchases. Like Jade plants that are crying out to be repotted...... or personal ringtones.
I use ringtones to let me know, without looking, who is calling me on my cell.

[I believe talking on the phone while driving is wrong. I see people every day, doing stupid shit behind the wheel, talking on the phone instead of watching that big rig trying to merge right along side them,... and I won't do it.The ringtone lets me know if I have to pull over, or if it can wait 'til I get where I'm goin'.]


Steve has his own, the 3 kids have one they share, my heart loop has yet another, [ oh wait,that was with sprint...I'd better go get another ring tone from Verizon, hehehe ] and there are other random ringtones I associate with certain people. I'll know who they are when I hear them, I don't have to look :O) Until today, I couldn't think of a ring tone, for when someone at home at the LOVE SHACK called my cell. DING DING DING !! WHAT an ass I am! So I downloaded that ringtone. This is the original video associated with the song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=leohcvmf8kM

[Oh, You know what?? This song was popular when I was in college...heard it on the radio, and saw the live performance video at MTV and YouTube. NEVER saw the video associated with song before tonight, when I searched it up for you! Thank You!]

You know, from time to time I bloggie things that I'm unsure of. Whether it will hurt someone or not, and would it be worth the telling to upset someone. But I learned something about myself today, so bloggie I will. And I hope it won't upset him. I doubt it, he's cool like that.
At Facebook, I have a limited roster of friends....it is not a professional or a "public" arena, like a bloggie-type of place for me, personally. That is the application I chose to let Facebook have in my life. A lot of people have different apps...to each his own.
Today, a dear friend made a Facebook entry referring to an article in the NYTimes, about Obamas' speaking at a public school. Parents had a lot of concerns, not the least of which as they wanted to be reassured that Obamas' speech was not a Policy speech.....but a general one. Some parents BELIEVE:

Believe: [v]
-to have confidence in the truth, the existence, or the reliability of something, although without absolute proof that one is right in doing so.

that Obama will espouse a socialist type of government to their children. Some parents believe that is wrong, and they do not want their children exposed to Obamas speech.

Well a few people responded to what my friend posted to his wall. I agreed with my friend, and was about to say so, but one response in particular captured my interest. He appeared on the face of it to be a reasonably well informed, articulate person. He disagreed with the parents who questioned subjecting their children to Obama. But the WAY he did it.....he so severely insulted those parents, had so much vitreol and acid in his opinion of parents who disagreed with him. I could see people debating and having it devolve down into a shouting insult match, but this guy came right out swinging. Well, 3 times I tried to respond to that. It's one thing to have an opinion, but to be so insultingly derogatory, defensive and crude when presenting his opinion totally denigrated his argument for me. And I really understand a bit about how those parents feel. It made it impossible for me to have any form of discussion about it. I found no way I could present my opinion without him resorting to being insulting in responding to me, and I didn't want to do that on my friends Facebook.. This guy slapped 3 coats of epoxy over his opinion, which appears to be a sacred cow to him, and called it good. God help the person who wants to present a different opinion, they are morons who must need drool cups.[ *I* might have taken umbrage there, he mentions paragraph long sentences with multiple commas,..........hell, that's most of my bloggies. *I* prefer to think of it as train-of-thought,myself. So I guess I need a drool cup too :( ]
So, what I learned today:
-I will try to be careful to couch my opinions in a way that invites discussion. Without insulting people who may have a different value system than do I. I just might learn something. Or, if I am persuasive enough, I'll change Their minds.
-When I am faced with such an angry defensive person, I will not respond. Even if I basically agree with the salient points of his opinion, if he/she/it is so afraid of discussion that they will resort to anger, insults and retorts to avoid it, then I will not be the one to try and force it upon them. Their opinion is set in stone. I hope I'm not that rigid a person, I hope I can listen and sometimes learn. Or at least agree to disagree.

September:
4th: Newspaper Carrier Day
5th: Be Late for Something Day
6th: Fight Procrastination Day

No Title, on account of stabbiness.

I saw the most random, funny thing. Did a big grocery shop Friday. The cashier scanned my store card, I Saw her do it.But it didn't register with the register, and I didn't get the sales prices..... 18$ worth. Of course Moi didn't discover this until I got home, so I grabbed the receipt and headed back to the store to get my moolah [Stop n Shop is MAYBE a mile from here, so no big deal]. On the back counter in C.S, there was....
-An open bottle of beer, half full.
-A bag of cat food, open, with a scoop in it, about half full.
-Party plates and cups, and plastic cutlery, open and contents partially missing.

Think about that for a sec. I really got the idea they were partyin' dooooooooooown in the pet section, or the neighborhood cats broke into the store. I LMAO, and got some funny looks. I tried to explain what hit my funny bone, but no one else saw it.

Well holy shit.
I think I'm on technological overload.
First off, I think I Facebooked this but didn't blog it...Steve won an itouch from Toyota. He "gave" it to me, because *I* now have a ball buster of a commute, and he did NOT want me stealing XMRadio out of his car.
I had concerns about the itouch+old dog=new tricks thing, but I am technologically smart, so I knew I'd adapt to it [on Facebook, I said I just don't feel cool enough for the itouch.Well, I do now. ]

[An aside: in our old home,there was no verizon reception, we all used sprint. At his work, Steve needs to use Verizon. So Steve used Verizon, and I used Sprint]

This week Steve and I crunched the numbers, and saw that it would be more cost effective for me to pay the early termination fee at Sprint, and have Steve give me "a line" at Verizon. Within 4 months the decision will pay for itself. So I needed to find a phone at verizon. And I saw the LG enV Touch VX11000. Did my homework, Consumer Reports rated it number one from Verizon, Cnet loved it, so I said what the hell. That is the phone I got Friday. I figured:
Q) HOW much different could it be to use than the itouch?
A) A ball buster, THAT's how much different.

The "scroll" action, the finger-flick way you navigate around the cell phone with, is NOT the same, itouch has it ALL over the enV.

But the thing that is bothering me, and it took me a while to sort it out......I believe in having the right tool to do the job.Not the most advanced nor the most expensive, but the RIGHT one. This was one expensive phone, and aside from having a better camera [YAY for YOU!] I'm not feeling the love for this phone, I prefer my old phone. I don't buy technology for technologys' sake, .........my favorite mp3 player[s] are my shuffles. I don't have much use for the nano, and this itouch......well, I am sitting here tonight.The "landline" broadband phone to my left. The old cell phone. The touch. MY laptop. My laptop mouse, and my new cell phone. And I am about weirded out. This is a HELL of a lot of technology.

And something else. It occurs to me, what I don't like about the new trend of using your cell as your landline. What happens to 'family' here? No one line coming into the house, defining your posse,..or "mob". It makes me feel a little old. When I was in school and you got sick, the nurse called your house, not Moms' cell or Dads cell. A Ton of good and bad news came thru that main line. A couple gets married now, and they each have their own phone numbers, no "ours". No "team" number.
I don't like that. Go ahead and laugh, I get old fashioned like that. We have a "Team Gail" number. But if you wanna talk to me, you have my cell too. Hmmmmmmmm.

OMFDDG. I cannot beLIEVE this.

It's Saturday, and I am hand-entering all the contacts from my old sprint phone to the new verizon one. This is making me motion sick, and stabby to boot. PITA scroll, my left ASS cheek it scrolls. I'm adding one of my sisters cell number, and screwed it up pretty darned good. I go to "edit contacts"........and my sis is already there. Home and cell. WTF?? I look, and ALL my contacts have migrated to this phone. ACROSS PROVIDERS, with no help from me. I got motion sick and stabby, and it was all for NOTHING. So if you ever have to switch providers,wait a day or two and LOOK before you start entering your crap, it may already be in there. Holy Shit, that is wild.

BUT WAIT...there's even MORE wild shit! I think my eyes might be offended, I dunno. It's Sunday. I walk into the livingroom, and WHAT do I see, but BRIAN BOITANO [World Champion Ice Skater] has a show on the food network, "What would Brian Boitano make?" I definitely am not buying this. And since I'm feeling stabby, his trying to be funny [I seem to remember he acted like a pissant, but my memory might be failing, along with my ability to suffer asshats] is pissing me off. And he's cooking dishes that all include bacon for a womens rollerskating team?

[ Think about THAT for a sec....THAT is freakin random.WHO in the hell came up with that idea, I'd love to have a drink with them and hear the back story]

What I'm seeing is that he is using a biscuit cutter to cut puff pastry. And twisting the biscuit cutter, killing the puff pastrys' ability to rise up and get puffy. And no one thought to edit that lil twist out of a foodtv show. But I'll bet the end product will look divine. Hold on a sec, let me finish watching him make it, and I'll tell you.

Yup, they are absolutely perfect lil puffs. If I did that and cooked it, it would look like I cooked a whole lot of lil animals. And mangled them up before doing so. OOOoooooooo,feelin stabby again.

Here's my first pic from the new phone.Flu season is coming up, and I'm really low on the homemade chicken and turkey broths, so I took today to make up the turkey broth and it's ready for the freezer:

August:

30th: National Toasted Marshmallow Day

31st: National Trail Mix Day

September:

2nd: National Beheading Day

[no trivia, feeling stabby, I might bloggie something offensive.Oh, wait, I've already done that.Oh,well, I'll think up something for next time.]

-------->R.I.P Senator Kennedy<--------

A very instructive dinner!
I'm working in a new to me kitchen, with new to me cookware, and mostly new to me appliances. I believe I've said, I cook big, and host big, and 2 of the biggest parties are Thanksgiving and Christmas. Not knowing the players in your kitchen is a recipe for Disaster when cooking big, so I figured I'd do a trial run of my Thanksgiving dinner tonight, a full bore Turkey extravaganza.
I already discovered, my new upright freezer is gonna take some figuring, in the thawing dept. In the old house/old freezer, a 12-14 lb turkey would thaw, in a pan in the fridge, in 5 days. I took a 16 lb bird out of this freezer LAST FRIDAY, and mon. evening [10 days later] it was still kinda hard. My stove BITES IT. Evidently, propane has a regulator to monitor the flow of propane to your appliances. This was not functioning or did not exist in the old place. Here, I'm "Safe" and my range BITES. That was quite the learning curve on a big hunk o'meat. Also, my biscuits take longer to brown too, so overall, everything will take longer. Yay. Of course, if I yell "Turkey" my whole mob descends upon me, and they loved it. And that makes Mom happy. So it was worth it :O)

I'm sure you know by now, Senator Ted Kennedy passed on last night. This has been a really weird day for me. You can tell the high esteem which which I regard certain politicians.....well, I feel that way about just about all of them. Meglomaniacal, power hungry ass-kissing attention seeking asshats. (99% of them)
For me personally, the Kennedy clan stood apart. Not because I agree with their politics, cause I disagree with QUITE a few things they espoused, I'm not even sure there's a word for my political leanings,...the party of Turkey :X Not because they were of such sterling character, and I'm sure you all know Teds' history, so I won't bore you with the details, but a saint he was NOT. But, the charisma aside,.....what I believe.......is that most of the Kennedy clan was truly dedicated to public service.They were the few, true politicians who were there to help their constituents because it was their Job, their burden and their joy to do so. Not for crack, not for a blow job, not to dress like a woman or praise Jesus in the Oval office. Not for bribes, or power for powers sake, or because they had great speech writers and could ACT like a president, but in substance were all smoke and mirrors.
I see Teds' passing, and I look around wondering...........where is the legacy? Where are the up-and-coming Statesmen and Stateswomen? Who in politics today carries the burden of Public Service?
I see no one.
And that is disheartening, and frightening.
I believe you know I live in NY. Where our State government, well, if you haven't read about it I won't even try to describe the pigs that inhabit Albany, led by a pompous jackass. Certainly no Statespeople up there. I look at our President, and I see a talking head. I do not see considered thought in some major decisions being made [the Cash for Clunkers program, for example, I can speak to] I think Obama sees any type of considered thought as feet dragging, and something to be avoided at all costs. And THAT is disturbing to me too, I understand the theory behind this, but the actual practice leaves a LOT to be desired. And I have to wonder if Obama really cares about what he is doing. Or, if we'll find out, in a few months or years, what his true agenda is.
A day of remembering, and of joy and sadness here.

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August:
26th: National Cherry Popsicle Day
28th: World Sauntering Day

Paterson the Putz

A Friday/Saturday/Sunday bloggie

"It's orchestrated, it's a game"

That's right, New York Governor Paterson is claiming now that his downward slide in the polls is RACE related. Oh, it couldn't be because he can't do his job, and is a humorless tight ass to boot.......no, it HAS to be the race card. This isn't the first time Paterson whipped out that old canard. Here's an article from a year ago, where he's pulling the race card too:

http://wcbstv.com/politics/paterson.mccain.palin.2.813646.html

But you know what's funny? Seems Paterson isn't above a lil ol' discrimination of his own:

http://lawprofessors.typepad.com/adjunctprofs/2009/05/ny-governor-patterson-settles-reverse-discrimination-suit-for-300000.html

I suppose if a person is a bigot, even if they are in denial, they can recognize it in others. Hmmmmm, being in denial, and excoriating others for what you yourself have done. Who does that sound like? DING DING DING "Holier-than-thou" NY Governor Elliot Spitzer, .....the man Paterson replaced......right before he exited stage left, when it was revealed that this most moral of Married Governors hired a whore.

Whore:–noun 1. a woman who engages in promiscuous sexual intercourse, usually for money; prostitute; harlot; strumpet.

Prostitute:–noun 1. a woman who engages in sexual intercourse for money; whore;strumpet. harlot.

Oh, ok, I take that back. The woman was a Strumpet. You'll note, there is no term used for the dickhead who HIRED the strumpet.[The only one I know is "a John" .If you know of any others,send them my way ] I said right in this blog a while back that Paterson was a putz, and he's been proving me right every time he opens his mouth.

'Yo, governor...you simply don't know how to do your job. THAT is why we won't elect you, and that's why you never would have been elected to that office in the first place,- if Spitzer coulda kept it in his pants and stayed up on that high horse, you never would have had a shot at the governorship. You never would have made it thru the rigors of an election race. So, shut yer yap, OK? Don't insult your constituants intelligence by claiming it's the color of your skin. Trust me, it's the lack of brains. And talent.

I needed a new set of cookware. I wanted to buy it open stock....only the pots I wanted....but it was actually cheaper to buy the damn set, thru Amazon. Since I'm a prime member, I got free shipping too, and when the set you ordered weighs 31 lbs, weight becomes a factor. I'm so excited! They'll be here tomorrow [Sat...I popped for the extra 6$ for a Saturday delivery]. I tried to explain to Steve, not only are these some of my tools, but they are Happy, and REALLY good tools. He said he understood, if he was ordering new headers for his car he's be as excited as I am. Oh, boy, I'm getting kitchen "headers" :O) These are my new puppies:

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0018727SW/ref=ox_ya_oh_product

I can't wait to break them in :o)

And here is a lil something Tone shot over to me,...if this is true, this is so bad it might just be good:

http://consumerist.com/5342699/kfc-has-a-bacon-sandwich-that-uses-fried-chicken-as-bread

Right now it's Sunday, almost one o'clock. I'm still in my pajammies, and plan to spend the rest of the day that way. Steve ordered us a nice lunch, and he'll be back with that soon. Since it's the last day of my "vacation", he planned a "movie-and-lunch-in-bed-in-pajammies" afternoon for me. I highly recommend them :o)

August:

23rd: Valentino Day

24th: Knife Day

25th: Kiss-and-make-up Day

[in case you haven't looked around this blog page, .....I put a lot of things here that interest me, and you might like them too. Below is a cut and paste of the box "Today in History" that appears on the right hand side of this blog]

Today in History

William Wallace
Scottish nationalist who opposed British rule, and on whom Braveheart was based, was executed in London (1305)

Franklin
area that is now part of Tennessee seceded from North Carolina; it failed to win acceptance as one of the United States (1784)

Rudolph Valentino
death at age 31 of the silent screen sex symbol known as the quintessential Latin lover caused mass hysterical mourning (1926)

Sacco and Vanzetti
Italian-American anarchists were executed by electric chair for murder during an armed robbery; questions about the fairness of their trial remain (1927)

You lucked out.

I had a bloggie all typed up.And I read it, and it was basically a bitchfest. A Stabby bitchy type of bitchfest, complete with cramps, guilt, and the "hot as hell" theory of Hellativity. So I will spare us all that.This is one thing I really enjoyed, a lot of my plants needed to be potted on and I got to do that this week. This is the "library".....the 3 season room we're not sure what we'll do with yet:

And if you're with me at facebook, you saw what happened when I VERY innocently mentioned what was available for sale in walmart.Some people have SUCH dirty minds, but not me:

OH! And here is something from my Boo,right in line with the sites I blogged Saturday, OMG, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE don't ever let me pose nude with a friggin CAT! :
http://www.awkwardfamilyphotos.com/

FAIL

One really good aspect of having a blog is that sometimes people who read you send you stuff. I've received a lot of cartoons that I kinda can't blog, as they are definitely x-rated, but still appreciated :o) But web sites too, and they hit your funnybone. This first one, I don't remember if Boo sent it to me or I sent it to her, but we both love this:

http://icanhascheezburger.com/

In Time mag this week,there is an article about the founder of the site, Ben Huh. In a sidebar, there is a list of the web sites he has generated over the years, and I was amazed to see that I visit all of them, and never made the connection. Here is a list of some of his creations, via Time mag:

http://roflrazzi.com/

http://totallylookslike.com/

http://pictureisunrelated.com/

and this, my personal favorite....I have one brother, who,when my Dad commented on his handyman/mechanical skills, said "That boy has one tool...a hammer." That brother would RATHER jury-rig something for the sheer joy of it, rather than go for the traditional fix. This site reminds me so much of him :

http://thereifixedit.com/

I am so happy! I have this whole coming week off....the owners of the business I work for close the whole place down for a week and go on vacation, so no pay, but a whole WEEK! [Steve took Monday off too, so I don't think I'll be getting too much done, hehehe] And I had Friday off. I looked at the clock at 4am on friday, and thought ooooooooo, another hour in bed.....wait.....I HATE TODAY OFF AND IT IS THE START OF VACATION! and I got so excited I couldn't try and sleep, lol. Dumbass.

I have planned to finish the unpacking this week, I'm tired of rubbermaid bins and running to the basement to find shit. But I haven't felt this good, or relaxed, since before we started house hunting. I didn't realize the full extent of the weight of my commute until last night. I was talking to one of my sisters, asking when she is coming up to the Shack, and I told her, upstairs is almost done, but I'm not done unpacking yet, the commute is killing me. She says, well, a lot of people commute. And she was right, but that is NOT me. I guess one of the reasons I blast the music is to try to not hear what is going on in my brain during the commute, is it SUCH SUCH a waste of my friggin time..........1 hour or more one way ..........when I could be doing something here. I'm not a man, nor a woman who is the major breadwinner, and to each his own, right? I feel guilty for not being here, and guilty when I am, I'm a regular two-gun Sam. I NEVER thought I'd associate playing Ruby or with my plants or reading with guilt, cause I COULD be unpacking, right? And my MIL is coming next weekend, Lord knows what she'll think when she sees the basement. Wait, she reads this blog sometimes. Oh,well, that stays, it's the truth. I'm no good at this commuting/working/running the house/having time for myself shit. Steve is just la-di-la about it, he doesn't care, but then again, he loves me and it ain't his gig either, it's all mine baby, all mine. I belong on the FAIL blog :X
[even as I type this, Sat. morning, the men are at work or a car show. Since they are "playing" I ought to be able to play too.I am off to play Ruby.Then I'll go see how many pots I need to buy to pot on some plants that won't stop growing.Then I'll go play some more, or read. FAIL.]


August:
15th: National Relaxation Day, National Failures Day
18th: Bad Poetry Day

"Alaska: it's Different up There"

"About 10,000 Juneau residents briefly lost power after a bald eagle lugging a deer head crashed into transmission lines. 'This is the story of an overly ambitious eagle, who evidently found a deer head in the landfill' said Alaska Light & Power spokesperson Gayle Wood. The bird, weighed down by the deer head, apparently failed to clear the transmission lines. A repair crew found the eagle dead, the deer head nearby. 'You have to live in Alaska to have this type of outage scenario', Wood said."