Update..
1. Voting..Done and Done. It's a fairly simple process, yet sadly I find that in a lot of cases I am not voting for someone but against another. Somewhere in electric voter land, another vote will have cancelled mine out and that is okay. It's the participation that counts. SU and I refuse to vote a straight party ticket ever, we do try to read and keep up on things so there you go. One more off the list of this weeks " Being a grownup."
2. La Quinta....Reservations made and Paid. The kids recommended one near them, and yes, Lordy knows it is cheap , but all we need is a fairly clean room and a bed. We realized that we haven't had a proper vacation in ages, except for a long weekend in Nola a few years ago. To be honest, the last time we'd have any form of a trip was three years ago this coming January when my father passed away and I don't recall a whole lot of that. This was also about the time that SU began his work for " Those Who Must Not Be Named " and he is as in need of this trip as I am. Any one who knows SU knows how he feels about cold weather, but he said that he is really looking forward to Denver for Thanksgiving...and that says a lot . He knows how long I have planned this.. I haven't seen beloved Nephew in 13 years, nor have I met his Bride or child...so it is all worth it. I have ordered a pair of boots with tread on them....on sale from JC Penny's no less so the likely hood of Aunty Pol busting her arse are greatly reduced. I had't thought about the boot thing until I was talking to SIL and realized..here I am in open toed 4 inch sandals....good for the trip ..not so much.
3. If Sgt Andy does not stop climbing the curtains..I am going to throttle him. It's like a new trick you kid learns...." Andy...meet the water bottle. He's pretty po'd at me..TOO FRIGGAN BAD FOR YOU CAT.
Have a safe Halloween...
Ciao
Aunty Pol
Monday, October 30, 2006
Reminder
I meant to add this to the previous posts..but with tomorrow being Halloween...people please be careful with not only yourselves but the kitteh's . Sgt. Andy will most likely be in for the night, I don't know how he's gonna react. Xena and Boshi are both black so we are very careful with them, and they are completely indoor kitteh's . So along with all my other kitteh blogging buddies..Jasper McKitten Cat, The Zeus Excuse, Empress Kukka-Maria, Rico Loco , Fat Eric and the Lone Star Purrs.....keep the nip dry, paws clean and no chocolate.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Happy Happy Joy Joy
After listening to the SU obsess ( yes you dear..!) about my lack of gumption over the upcoming trip..I finally got off the old duff and booked the rooms. Pre paid no less . Wheeeee.
The babysitter is all set , yes the old Bat next door with back up from the neighbor gals. I think it is time for me to get over being so cross with her, she really was trying to do a good thing. She's familiar with the cats, Andy loves her to pieces and she is a good sitter. This weeks plans are:
1 . Voting
Yeah...the early voting place is open till 7 p.m. adn tho reports say Gov. hair gel has a good lead..well , we do what we can . And yes...I am voting for Kinkly Friedman .
2. Dragging out the DOP kits to see what has to be re-stocked. I always swear that I am going to keep up with that , but for us to be able to travel is a rare thing and usually by the time I get back I am so dragging ass that all I want to do is unpack and find clean skivvies.
3. Looking at what sweaters and such I have. I doubt I will be in something other than jeans, but I will take one pair of nice twill just in case and a pair of dockers for hisself. Beloved Sister in Law..aka LAW just reminded me I'd better get a set of boots with tread so Aunty Pol don't bust her ass. Haven't missed that bit since I moved here . At least the lambskin coat is heavy . Better check on the sweat clothes too...yeah..not glam but effective..and I am middle aged...LMAO
Sounds like the plan is coming together..
Have a great week...really ...you can do it.
Ciao
Aunty Pol
The babysitter is all set , yes the old Bat next door with back up from the neighbor gals. I think it is time for me to get over being so cross with her, she really was trying to do a good thing. She's familiar with the cats, Andy loves her to pieces and she is a good sitter. This weeks plans are:
1 . Voting
Yeah...the early voting place is open till 7 p.m. adn tho reports say Gov. hair gel has a good lead..well , we do what we can . And yes...I am voting for Kinkly Friedman .
2. Dragging out the DOP kits to see what has to be re-stocked. I always swear that I am going to keep up with that , but for us to be able to travel is a rare thing and usually by the time I get back I am so dragging ass that all I want to do is unpack and find clean skivvies.
3. Looking at what sweaters and such I have. I doubt I will be in something other than jeans, but I will take one pair of nice twill just in case and a pair of dockers for hisself. Beloved Sister in Law..aka LAW just reminded me I'd better get a set of boots with tread so Aunty Pol don't bust her ass. Haven't missed that bit since I moved here . At least the lambskin coat is heavy . Better check on the sweat clothes too...yeah..not glam but effective..and I am middle aged...LMAO
Sounds like the plan is coming together..
Have a great week...really ...you can do it.
Ciao
Aunty Pol
Friday, October 27, 2006
Happy Friday Peeps
The rain has stopped which is good because a couple of the creeks are dangerously close to flood stage according to the news wonks on the t slant v this morning. Over all Andy did fairly well in the house all day. If he had an accident somewhere..we couldn't find it..and yeah howdy...SU and I looked. I have this little cheer running in my head for the lad....
Andy Andy
It's Okay
Use The Box
Just Once Today
Andy Andy
Be The Man
Use The Box
Oh Yes, He Can
There's No Danger
There's No Doubt
One Hop In
And One Hop Out
Okay...I am officially insane..it's fairly clear that when you begin to compose verse over the litterbox and a kitteh's aversion to it that I've Lost It.
Other than the usual list of suspects making me nuts at the office, it's been a routine week. Andy terrorized Loki to the point that Loki was under the sofa . Now Loki is a goober...think Jethro Beaudine here folks..........and I am sure that he just wants to play....but Andy is under the impression that he is alpha male and not Loki. They would both be wrong. If there is any alpha in the house it's the Momma . Period. No debate. They think they can win....
Heh Heh
Have they met me ?
Have a great weekend .
I hope Susan gets news soon.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Andy Andy
It's Okay
Use The Box
Just Once Today
Andy Andy
Be The Man
Use The Box
Oh Yes, He Can
There's No Danger
There's No Doubt
One Hop In
And One Hop Out
Okay...I am officially insane..it's fairly clear that when you begin to compose verse over the litterbox and a kitteh's aversion to it that I've Lost It.
Other than the usual list of suspects making me nuts at the office, it's been a routine week. Andy terrorized Loki to the point that Loki was under the sofa . Now Loki is a goober...think Jethro Beaudine here folks..........and I am sure that he just wants to play....but Andy is under the impression that he is alpha male and not Loki. They would both be wrong. If there is any alpha in the house it's the Momma . Period. No debate. They think they can win....
Heh Heh
Have they met me ?
Have a great weekend .
I hope Susan gets news soon.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Thank You Jeebus...Tomorrow Is Friday
Once again , it's raining . Thankfully the yard got done yesterday so that is taken care off. SU decided this morning that Sgt. Andy had to come in. What evs. And being Thursday, tonight SU will swim over to the Crazy Cajun's house to play poker. I can guarentee 2 things here. First, Andy will have a raging case of cabin fever by the time we get home. The other 4 Katz will be frantic. Someone will have pee'd on the throw rugs in the guest bath, so I will get wash and dry those tonight during CSI. Oops...before I forget, most likely the runner in the dining room will need to be washed. Second....Andy will want back in and therefore I will get nada PC time since some one has to ride herd on the tribe. Andy is getting bolder in his exploration of the casa, and the others are getting a tad verklempt at being chased. None of the 5 have figured out that Andy is the only one with claws , so I an trying to avoid WKWF...World Kitteh Wrestling Federation.
Other than that, yes the couple of days off helped, but it doesn't take a very long time for the stress to slip back in. It is what it is. I constantly remind myself that compared to my SIL and another blogger that I read ( Shout Out To Susan and Glen)...that what I consider to be stressful is crap compared to theirs. Susan's blog is very honest and insightful . It has also given me some insight as to my ignorance over certain things and more understanding as to what it must have been like for my late mother.
Part of the beauty here in bloggyland ( new word..feel free to use ) is that you find others with common interests. And no....I am not referring to the squazillions of peeps that blog as or about their Katz...LOL..moderately guilty here...see above.
When you grow up in the Military, you have a certain viewpoint. As you get older, the view changes. Both my SIL and Susan have been honest about the pain, anxiety and abandonment of the other one who also serves...." The Wives". These gals have been ingored, lied to and overall just f'd over by among other things the FRG and the Brass. Do they get any support....oh pleeze . Other than each other, their friends and family.....they are pretty much isolated .
And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I suddenly had a very real idea just how much my own mother must have felt. No one to talk to, no emotional support , three kids to pretty much raise alone. I never heard my mother complain, or express any fear for my father . True, he didn't go in country per say...but gone is still gone. Empty bed, empty arms, empty life other than three kids. To make matters worse, she couldn't say anything. Any remark that was less than the steller party line would have had a direct effect on Daddy's career. I am sure that there were some friends in the same boat that she could talk to , but that rarely happened . You had to keep up the appearences . I don't know that Mom would have used a tool like blogging to vent, but I know it would have helped. While I agree that is is an artificial sort of relationship unless it's your real life family or a friend, it's better than nothing . The fact that it is better than nothing is a real clue about the shameful way those that serve and those who wait are treated .
The American Dream...yeah right.
Peace Out people.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol.
Other than that, yes the couple of days off helped, but it doesn't take a very long time for the stress to slip back in. It is what it is. I constantly remind myself that compared to my SIL and another blogger that I read ( Shout Out To Susan and Glen)...that what I consider to be stressful is crap compared to theirs. Susan's blog is very honest and insightful . It has also given me some insight as to my ignorance over certain things and more understanding as to what it must have been like for my late mother.
Part of the beauty here in bloggyland ( new word..feel free to use ) is that you find others with common interests. And no....I am not referring to the squazillions of peeps that blog as or about their Katz...LOL..moderately guilty here...see above.
When you grow up in the Military, you have a certain viewpoint. As you get older, the view changes. Both my SIL and Susan have been honest about the pain, anxiety and abandonment of the other one who also serves...." The Wives". These gals have been ingored, lied to and overall just f'd over by among other things the FRG and the Brass. Do they get any support....oh pleeze . Other than each other, their friends and family.....they are pretty much isolated .
And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I suddenly had a very real idea just how much my own mother must have felt. No one to talk to, no emotional support , three kids to pretty much raise alone. I never heard my mother complain, or express any fear for my father . True, he didn't go in country per say...but gone is still gone. Empty bed, empty arms, empty life other than three kids. To make matters worse, she couldn't say anything. Any remark that was less than the steller party line would have had a direct effect on Daddy's career. I am sure that there were some friends in the same boat that she could talk to , but that rarely happened . You had to keep up the appearences . I don't know that Mom would have used a tool like blogging to vent, but I know it would have helped. While I agree that is is an artificial sort of relationship unless it's your real life family or a friend, it's better than nothing . The fact that it is better than nothing is a real clue about the shameful way those that serve and those who wait are treated .
The American Dream...yeah right.
Peace Out people.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
I'm gonna VENT..............Deal
I work for lawyers and I have been there for going into 25 years.
I am am part of a department of three people.
I co-ordinate a lot of stuff..courthouse filings....courier services .
Plus dealing with clients.
I LIKE my job .
It's show time .
I also work with two women who take off at the drop of a hat as we say down here.
Senority at my firm means nothing.
I have taken two days out of the office............huzzah.........before the other heifers put in for them.
One gal spent eight weeks taking off a half day on Thursday and al day on the next day.
A Friday.
How long does it take to move your gear ?
The other one..well lets just say..if there is a sports game she is attending..do not look for her the next day.
I have had to fight for every partial or full day I get off.
I promised the Hubbo I wold just veg today.
I see laundry....I see stuff to be done.
But he is right.
The Moving in with boyfriend was a tad verklepmt that I put in and got approved to take the week of Thanksgoving off.
I told them both when G got his job, we were going to see the baby.
Do Not Mess With Me here .
I am fighting to stop myself from being Shadout Mapes ( Dune Ref) .
And I am angry that I am in this position.
I am soul weary of having to fight to get a day off after 25 years at the firm.
I am soul weary of no one noticing.
I AM TIRED .
I am am part of a department of three people.
I co-ordinate a lot of stuff..courthouse filings....courier services .
Plus dealing with clients.
I LIKE my job .
It's show time .
I also work with two women who take off at the drop of a hat as we say down here.
Senority at my firm means nothing.
I have taken two days out of the office............huzzah.........before the other heifers put in for them.
One gal spent eight weeks taking off a half day on Thursday and al day on the next day.
A Friday.
How long does it take to move your gear ?
The other one..well lets just say..if there is a sports game she is attending..do not look for her the next day.
I have had to fight for every partial or full day I get off.
I promised the Hubbo I wold just veg today.
I see laundry....I see stuff to be done.
But he is right.
The Moving in with boyfriend was a tad verklepmt that I put in and got approved to take the week of Thanksgoving off.
I told them both when G got his job, we were going to see the baby.
Do Not Mess With Me here .
I am fighting to stop myself from being Shadout Mapes ( Dune Ref) .
And I am angry that I am in this position.
I am soul weary of having to fight to get a day off after 25 years at the firm.
I am soul weary of no one noticing.
I AM TIRED .
I'm having a bit of a problem here peeps
I'm having a bit of a problem here peeps.
Growing up in the military, we knew that usually Daddy was off doing something. We never knew quite what when he was on the boats. You learned not to ask. And you learned that you did not discuss it. Usually we lived in neighborhoods where there were other familys in the same situation so it was kinda normal.
My SIL told me the other day that my beloved younder brother needed a new bike tire .
WTF ?
Evidently my brother who is you know where rides a bike around the base.
WTF ?
The paperwork to get a Hummer is that harsh ?
WTF ?
I have been having nightmares about a Schwinn and an IED .
I know my brother is an extremely smart man. I consider him my best friend. This is so wrong in so many ways , I can't see straight.
I try not to think about where he is. I don't really discuss it with his wife and son for fear we will fall apart. They don't need that ....I can't handle it.
My brain now has this picture of my brother blown to bits on a bike.
I do not believe that I have ever been this angry.
We support the troops but not this war.
And my bubby is on a frakkin bike.
I cannot express the admiration I have for my SIL.
She has had the good grace to keep it honest and real and to reach out to others like Susan and friends to help them.
And my brother has to ride a bike because of paperwork.
Calling Shennagins on this one.
Peace out
A very angry Aunty Pol.
Growing up in the military, we knew that usually Daddy was off doing something. We never knew quite what when he was on the boats. You learned not to ask. And you learned that you did not discuss it. Usually we lived in neighborhoods where there were other familys in the same situation so it was kinda normal.
My SIL told me the other day that my beloved younder brother needed a new bike tire .
WTF ?
Evidently my brother who is you know where rides a bike around the base.
WTF ?
The paperwork to get a Hummer is that harsh ?
WTF ?
I have been having nightmares about a Schwinn and an IED .
I know my brother is an extremely smart man. I consider him my best friend. This is so wrong in so many ways , I can't see straight.
I try not to think about where he is. I don't really discuss it with his wife and son for fear we will fall apart. They don't need that ....I can't handle it.
My brain now has this picture of my brother blown to bits on a bike.
I do not believe that I have ever been this angry.
We support the troops but not this war.
And my bubby is on a frakkin bike.
I cannot express the admiration I have for my SIL.
She has had the good grace to keep it honest and real and to reach out to others like Susan and friends to help them.
And my brother has to ride a bike because of paperwork.
Calling Shennagins on this one.
Peace out
A very angry Aunty Pol.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
WTF ????????????
This article appeared in our local news rag , the Houston Chronicle.
October 18 , 2006
" Bush signs space policy stressing security issues."
By Marc Kaufman
Washington Post
Quote:
Washington-President Bush signed a new National Space Policy that rejects future arms control agreements that might limit U.S. flexibility in space and asserts a right to deny access to anyone " hostile to U.S. interests."
What the Hell ??????
The U.S . bought space ?
How cool is that ?
We friggan own space !!!
Beam my ass up Scotty ! !!!!!!!!
Seriously people...think about this . It is bad enough that this country has a proven history of acting like the know it all bastion of " Our way or highway", especially with regard to foreign policy. Remember the Marshall Plan ? Yup.
I can easily imagine every other leader of every other country on the planet , sitting there just laughing until they have to pee at the idea that Dubya thinks we "own" space. The sheer audacity of it all is mind boggling .
Was Space on sale ?
Did we put it in layaway ?
Is there a payment plan ?
Is gift wrap an option ?
I just can't believe that we own space . Screw the Coldwater Creek catalog, I'm waiting for SpaceRUs .
And it begs the question. If this is in fact what Dubya is thinking, how exactly does he and the rest of the U.S. Guvmint plan on enforcing this ?
Hall-Space Passes ?
Permission Slips ?
Enrollment Logs ?
This has to set a record for the biggest, ginormus " Mom..he/she is touching my stuff !!!!!! "
I want to see the parent threaten to and then actually pull over to sort it all out.
In Space.
Jeebus H.
October 18 , 2006
" Bush signs space policy stressing security issues."
By Marc Kaufman
Washington Post
Quote:
Washington-President Bush signed a new National Space Policy that rejects future arms control agreements that might limit U.S. flexibility in space and asserts a right to deny access to anyone " hostile to U.S. interests."
What the Hell ??????
The U.S . bought space ?
How cool is that ?
We friggan own space !!!
Beam my ass up Scotty ! !!!!!!!!
Seriously people...think about this . It is bad enough that this country has a proven history of acting like the know it all bastion of " Our way or highway", especially with regard to foreign policy. Remember the Marshall Plan ? Yup.
I can easily imagine every other leader of every other country on the planet , sitting there just laughing until they have to pee at the idea that Dubya thinks we "own" space. The sheer audacity of it all is mind boggling .
Was Space on sale ?
Did we put it in layaway ?
Is there a payment plan ?
Is gift wrap an option ?
I just can't believe that we own space . Screw the Coldwater Creek catalog, I'm waiting for SpaceRUs .
And it begs the question. If this is in fact what Dubya is thinking, how exactly does he and the rest of the U.S. Guvmint plan on enforcing this ?
Hall-Space Passes ?
Permission Slips ?
Enrollment Logs ?
This has to set a record for the biggest, ginormus " Mom..he/she is touching my stuff !!!!!! "
I want to see the parent threaten to and then actually pull over to sort it all out.
In Space.
Jeebus H.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
When in danger ~ when in doubt ~ run in circles ~ scream and shout.
ROTF
Well kids....the proverial fit hit the shan today at the office .
This past Monday , the dark Lords of the Underworld decided that since we actually have a calender feature in the software ~ ~ why not be bold and use it ?
Simple enough sez Ol Pol.
Oh No...let the lamentations begin !
It's simple enough. You open the folder, check on the actual availibility of a room and e mail me. I book it and reply with the confirmation . I can load the pre-existing bookings and you get to see the over view.
PEOPLE...HOW BLOODY HARD IS THAT ??????????
Oh dear.
That violates the firms 12 'th and 13'th commandment .
12 . Thou shall not be required to go further than 20 feet out of your comfort zone or standard flight plan.
13. Any and all changes are created and implimented with the sole purpose of personally making your life harder, and thus pissing you off.
I have never met such a group of people more resistant to change. The crowd that stormed the Bastille was a more civil group. You would have thought that they were going to be required to have a retinal scan to get in the inner offices. Now , that would be fun.
I have never ever met a lazier bunch of cows in my life. They get all bent out of shape when I won't do their jobs for them and tell them so. The laziness is bad enough but when you couple that with the attitude of put outidness that they are not being indulged.....BAH !
Tough Darts Sistah .
They will take the simplest thing and turn it into WW3...all for the sake of arguement.
And they wonder why I don't care to have anything to do with them after hours or outside of the office.
If I have to hang with a bunch of Bizotches , they will at least have a sense of humor and an active brain stem.
And Ladies...they ain't you .
Smile...it makes people nervous.
Ciao,
AUnty Pol
Well kids....the proverial fit hit the shan today at the office .
This past Monday , the dark Lords of the Underworld decided that since we actually have a calender feature in the software ~ ~ why not be bold and use it ?
Simple enough sez Ol Pol.
Oh No...let the lamentations begin !
It's simple enough. You open the folder, check on the actual availibility of a room and e mail me. I book it and reply with the confirmation . I can load the pre-existing bookings and you get to see the over view.
PEOPLE...HOW BLOODY HARD IS THAT ??????????
Oh dear.
That violates the firms 12 'th and 13'th commandment .
12 . Thou shall not be required to go further than 20 feet out of your comfort zone or standard flight plan.
13. Any and all changes are created and implimented with the sole purpose of personally making your life harder, and thus pissing you off.
I have never met such a group of people more resistant to change. The crowd that stormed the Bastille was a more civil group. You would have thought that they were going to be required to have a retinal scan to get in the inner offices. Now , that would be fun.
I have never ever met a lazier bunch of cows in my life. They get all bent out of shape when I won't do their jobs for them and tell them so. The laziness is bad enough but when you couple that with the attitude of put outidness that they are not being indulged.....BAH !
Tough Darts Sistah .
They will take the simplest thing and turn it into WW3...all for the sake of arguement.
And they wonder why I don't care to have anything to do with them after hours or outside of the office.
If I have to hang with a bunch of Bizotches , they will at least have a sense of humor and an active brain stem.
And Ladies...they ain't you .
Smile...it makes people nervous.
Ciao,
AUnty Pol
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Peel Me Offa Dah Ceiling
Okay..as of right now I cannot and will not identify the person who gave me the most wonderful news of all time, it's not my place and I made a promise. Don't even ask or try to worm it out of me.
I have a friend who is one of the dearest, sweetest gals I have ever known. She's bright, funny warm hearted..the whole pkg. Being around her makes you a better person. She has been dealing with an issue for a couple of years that is very near and dear to my heart and she got the hoped for resolution . Being the kind of person that she is, she was concerned about my reaction....silly Boo Bear Girl. What can I say...she cried......I cried.....we cried.....we laughed. Some people would have been so caught up in their own joy that it would not occur to them that there are those of us who have been down the same path...with much less joy. But Boo Bear Girl has the kindness of spirit to be worried about ol Aunty Pol. Just writing this makes me tear up again.
For once the good guys and gals have won. And this is not a small victory . Every day we read or see things in the media that make us all go WTF ? Things where there is no justice, morality , or decency . We think we live in a disposible society and therefore tend to have less regard for those things in our care. Nothing has any real value if it can be replaced at a moments notice. What's the point of caring about something if it is interchangeable ? The nature of the item itself is almost a side issue. It is the nature of the reaction that I find troublesome . Tired, bored, out of current fashion...? Throw it out. Inconvenient ? Buy a new one . Bigger , Badder, Faster......SPEND NOW !
Some things are worth more than that. A prime example is Sgt. Andy . Someone threw him out.
Some cold , heartless SOB just threw out a poor kitten like kitchen garbage. Yes, I admit I was resistant at first, but he's melted my mean old heart, and truth be told , I AM very fond of the little man.
Some things are worth every thing. EVERYTHING !!!!!!!
When I am depressed or disheartened , I will think about the pure unadulterated joy that fills my heart for the here and now that was my special gift from my Boo Bear Girl . And for that moment I will heal, and feel pure joy that was a gift to me .
I am blessed by the people around me, and I hope they know it.
Have a great week.....we can all do it.
And...
Count your blessings.
Aunty Pol
I have a friend who is one of the dearest, sweetest gals I have ever known. She's bright, funny warm hearted..the whole pkg. Being around her makes you a better person. She has been dealing with an issue for a couple of years that is very near and dear to my heart and she got the hoped for resolution . Being the kind of person that she is, she was concerned about my reaction....silly Boo Bear Girl. What can I say...she cried......I cried.....we cried.....we laughed. Some people would have been so caught up in their own joy that it would not occur to them that there are those of us who have been down the same path...with much less joy. But Boo Bear Girl has the kindness of spirit to be worried about ol Aunty Pol. Just writing this makes me tear up again.
For once the good guys and gals have won. And this is not a small victory . Every day we read or see things in the media that make us all go WTF ? Things where there is no justice, morality , or decency . We think we live in a disposible society and therefore tend to have less regard for those things in our care. Nothing has any real value if it can be replaced at a moments notice. What's the point of caring about something if it is interchangeable ? The nature of the item itself is almost a side issue. It is the nature of the reaction that I find troublesome . Tired, bored, out of current fashion...? Throw it out. Inconvenient ? Buy a new one . Bigger , Badder, Faster......SPEND NOW !
Some things are worth more than that. A prime example is Sgt. Andy . Someone threw him out.
Some cold , heartless SOB just threw out a poor kitten like kitchen garbage. Yes, I admit I was resistant at first, but he's melted my mean old heart, and truth be told , I AM very fond of the little man.
Some things are worth every thing. EVERYTHING !!!!!!!
When I am depressed or disheartened , I will think about the pure unadulterated joy that fills my heart for the here and now that was my special gift from my Boo Bear Girl . And for that moment I will heal, and feel pure joy that was a gift to me .
I am blessed by the people around me, and I hope they know it.
Have a great week.....we can all do it.
And...
Count your blessings.
Aunty Pol
Monday, October 09, 2006
Sgt. Andy and the Intruder
Ahem, this is Sgt . Andy of the Patio Police with a special report . The weekend started out un eventful , the human attendant known as " Daddy " played with a big bag of sticks and some white round things that look suspiciously like bird eggs . He went with another human who is awfully loud but in his case we can put up with him since he honors our Queen with his impressive whiskers. The female attendant known as " Mommy" must have commited some serious offense because the Queen sentenced her to completely cleaning the castle, even the dungeon . Her Majesty must have been tired after a full schedule with her subjects since she did not react to the monster lurking in the coridors. I believe it is called Dyson and it is a frightful beastie . I have never personally encountered the Beastie but the folk lore and myths have convinced me that it is to be avoided at all costs.
Later on that night , the humans must have some very strange religious festivals . They tend to hold them out side, at night and they serve beverages and treaties . I shall have to remind the human " Mommy" that as a civil servent , under the Queen's Law, I am entitled to a portion of all treats served at these festivals. It was a long festival , and there was much talk of some one named Edmund and another human named Fitzgerald. I haven't met either of them , and I personally suspect that they are spies from another rulers fiefdom. I shall suggest to the senior of the Queens aides, a chap named Loki that we circulate all information about these villans.
As the human known as " Daddy" left again with the sticks and egg thingy's , the other Human carried out her sentence and was given probation by our gracious Liege . Hopefully she will not be a repeat offender. The Queen's Penal code is quite severe though completely just .
I hope to be promoted in rank soon , especially with my detection and complete domination of an enemy trying to cross our borders . I am uncertain if this is an isloated incident or the prelude to a full scale invasion , but I shall continue on patrol with the canine commando's to assist me.
Remember ...Be Alert....The Tree Rats Are Everywhere.
Sgt. Andy
Patio Patrol Unit # 1
Later on that night , the humans must have some very strange religious festivals . They tend to hold them out side, at night and they serve beverages and treaties . I shall have to remind the human " Mommy" that as a civil servent , under the Queen's Law, I am entitled to a portion of all treats served at these festivals. It was a long festival , and there was much talk of some one named Edmund and another human named Fitzgerald. I haven't met either of them , and I personally suspect that they are spies from another rulers fiefdom. I shall suggest to the senior of the Queens aides, a chap named Loki that we circulate all information about these villans.
As the human known as " Daddy" left again with the sticks and egg thingy's , the other Human carried out her sentence and was given probation by our gracious Liege . Hopefully she will not be a repeat offender. The Queen's Penal code is quite severe though completely just .
I hope to be promoted in rank soon , especially with my detection and complete domination of an enemy trying to cross our borders . I am uncertain if this is an isloated incident or the prelude to a full scale invasion , but I shall continue on patrol with the canine commando's to assist me.
Remember ...Be Alert....The Tree Rats Are Everywhere.
Sgt. Andy
Patio Patrol Unit # 1
Thursday, October 05, 2006
PR's Rant-o-Rama
Dayum..as Heidi would say.
The highly anticipated reunion ep did NOT disappoint. All the whack jobs were there.
The format was a lot looser than the previous eps, and gave a real sense of being sorta " Live" as opposed to heavily edited the shit out of as is Bravo Channel's norm.
Laura ( Bad Mama) is seriously out to there with the latest one for the pile. I will admit kids that she did look stunning in the red dress , accented with some serious boobage. RIP Skeletor. Her sense of humor, which I suspected was always there came through in a Q & A about wether she has a pair of actual jeans. " No, squeals she, I wear riding pants and boots ." Now I immediately formed a sort of morph in my mind between her and George C. Scott as Patton when I immediately added the riding crop. EWWWWWW ! That concepts gonna leave a mark. Anyhoo......it got better .
Malan sat there with that grin on his face that is a cross between rictus and a CSI scene. This goober ( said with love...so shut it) has what has to be the goofiest laugh I've ever heard. And he knows it so of course the obligatory montage of the laugh was shown and being the sweetie that he is he took it with good grace. He did mention that he did show at fashion week and his blog is a hoot . Being new to the series ....yes..I was a PR Virgin ..( do not go there) , I was under the impression that the victims....oops..my bad ..designer wanna be's were not professional's in the fields. That they were not unlike that old cliche of the Hollyweird Ingenue that knows her big break is just around the corner. Yeah..I was a tad delusional myself there gang. Obvi you have to have a certain degree of exposure to the field to be able to compete at this level. Okay , got it.
But then that begs the question of why in the world Malan would have had so much of a gap between the fabric he needed and what he had for the pagent gown ????? Yeah, it was serious ugly ( thanks Skeletor, another catch phrase I will beat the hell out of...but on the other hand..a handy replacement for blah blah fishcakes.) . Thankfully , Malan was less in the walking wounded mode and seems to have found his niche in the Bryant Park food chain.
Then there is my new hero ( ine) Kayne. Dayum, that boy can talk. They clocked him at 904 or 906 words in the interview with Miss USA. She said all of 3 words, and I personally got the impression she had in fact stopped listening and was simply freaking at his breathe control. As my friend Chippers would say , " Honey, he's gay....think about it.... m'kay ? " Ironically while Kayne had toned down his persona 900 % , Boring Bobby , the boy-queen Barbie designer ( I am not making this up so shut it ) just reveled in his flammage . In all fairness, he was sweet and still could stand by his opinion when asked without being shrill..well not that shrill .
And then out comes Keith. You could tell that the others just had an " Oh shit no !" moment. Kayne did a credible Bambi in the headlights, which was not suprising since he was the one who actually went to the others about the pattern books and was somewhat defacto elected to be the one to go to The Gunn. You could immediately tell that everyone on the set , especially the 2 Momma's to be immediately checked for all exit doors and staff security. If there was a live audience, it was one of those pin drop moments where you put down the soda because if you have any more, you are certain that you will have to pee and will miss the best parts of the gig. Been there...done that. Keith should have known that he was gonna be busted when he tried the " There was nothing in the contact that we signed addressing the issue of books", and every one just almost on cue replied.." Wrong Asshat...it was there. Hint....actually read what you are signing next time." Even sweet Michael's expression went " Oh hell no.... he did NOT say that ."
Blindly going where no idgit would tread, Keith then tries the old..." The books were taken from me the first week and SHAZAM ...made it back to my room. " This is the point where Heidi goes all Frau Blucher ( tip of the had to my side kick...good call on that one.) and starts to bristle.
Hint to Keith: Danger ...Danger...Achtung Baby......Heidi's the producer of the show.....Red Alert.
But noooooo....onward . The Gunn actually point blank asks Keith if he thinks the producers set him up . It gets to the point that they have to go to commercial before Heidi cakes goes off on Keiths ass . I should have taped that scene, she's got the glare down . Keith will eventually figure out that if he had not fubared any hopes of being something other than a designer for Wally world and pissed off Heidi cakes and The Gunn on National T slant V.....he might have had a chance to let it blow over. Schmuck.
Vincent the CC is almost giggling through all of the above in manic glee. I'm sure the internal dialogue with all of his voices was along the lines of " Oh goody.......someone they think is dumber/weirder/more high strung than us ." But wait...Vinnie you are next. Evidently he had called someone an amateur, and it got around. Boring Bobby and Sweet Michael called immediate bullshit on that and we finally got to see a glimpse of Machael actually geing po'd.
But wait...there's more. V the CC tried to justify it in some freak ass stream of consciousness that had everyone staring at the loon with the obligatory WTF expression on their mugs. Finally, V the CC realized it was going no where and was saved by the clip of his uber rant that the show could not air. He claimed to have left explicit instructions to the PA's about his laundry. As in " No touchey." And they did his laundry . He went off to the point of almost quiting the show, walking out of the apt. building and continuing to scream on the street level . Of course, Kayne and Michael were on the roof and giggling like teen queens at the show. V the CC had the good grace to laugh at this clip and that may be in fact his saving grace, the ability to laugh with others when presented with the evidence of just how much he really needs the mother ship to come get his goofy ass.
Smarty pants that the Bravo Gods are , they saved the best for last. Mamagate. All through the show, Our Sister of the Ass Roses , Angela , gave the laser death stare to the back of Jeffrey ( Tat's R Us ) pointy lil head. She is still verklempt that he was not nice to her Mama . At first I was on her side through all of it, but then they showed some some other bits, and it seems that Angie's Momma really was all passive agressive with Tat boy and didn't express her dis like of the fugly Aunt Beru mumu . Tat boy tried to get a direct answer and Angie's Mama kept on and then got all weepy when he was his usual frustrated self. Of course Tat boy being Tat boy is now thinking that he is being set up by the Sisters Ass Rose. Mebbe. Mebbe not so much. Granted, he should not have talked to anyone that way, but the ladies are not without some guilt here either. Sure fire way to get smacked...talk back to some ones mama..and the Sisters Ass Rose know that ....and IMHO set his scrawny ass up . Well played that.
Free Gift with purchase time.....<>
Scandal Numero Dos.
After Mamagate , for some insanely Bizarro world reason, Laura's mom and Jeffreys mom became best gal pals. Who knew ?
Seems that for the last show , the fab final four have to each put together a 12 piece collection for fashion Week at Bryant Park. Jeffrey's Mama let slip an inuendo that Jeffrey had infact outsourced some of the finishing work if not actual sewing. Huge NO NO .......frakkin HUGE . If you thought The Gun was mad at Keith about the books.....this should be a epic reaction if aired. Well of course , Bad Mama Laura gets wind of this and goes to The Gunnmeister . Dah Dah Dah Dahhhhhhhhh...........!
Part one of season 3 finale is next week.
Can't hardly stand the wait. Bravo will of course re reun the jeebus H out of it this weekend .
Have a good weekend .
Really.......give it a shot .
Ciao,
Aunty Pol..Your Favorite Fashionista Diva of the Moment
The highly anticipated reunion ep did NOT disappoint. All the whack jobs were there.
The format was a lot looser than the previous eps, and gave a real sense of being sorta " Live" as opposed to heavily edited the shit out of as is Bravo Channel's norm.
Laura ( Bad Mama) is seriously out to there with the latest one for the pile. I will admit kids that she did look stunning in the red dress , accented with some serious boobage. RIP Skeletor. Her sense of humor, which I suspected was always there came through in a Q & A about wether she has a pair of actual jeans. " No, squeals she, I wear riding pants and boots ." Now I immediately formed a sort of morph in my mind between her and George C. Scott as Patton when I immediately added the riding crop. EWWWWWW ! That concepts gonna leave a mark. Anyhoo......it got better .
Malan sat there with that grin on his face that is a cross between rictus and a CSI scene. This goober ( said with love...so shut it) has what has to be the goofiest laugh I've ever heard. And he knows it so of course the obligatory montage of the laugh was shown and being the sweetie that he is he took it with good grace. He did mention that he did show at fashion week and his blog is a hoot . Being new to the series ....yes..I was a PR Virgin ..( do not go there) , I was under the impression that the victims....oops..my bad ..designer wanna be's were not professional's in the fields. That they were not unlike that old cliche of the Hollyweird Ingenue that knows her big break is just around the corner. Yeah..I was a tad delusional myself there gang. Obvi you have to have a certain degree of exposure to the field to be able to compete at this level. Okay , got it.
But then that begs the question of why in the world Malan would have had so much of a gap between the fabric he needed and what he had for the pagent gown ????? Yeah, it was serious ugly ( thanks Skeletor, another catch phrase I will beat the hell out of...but on the other hand..a handy replacement for blah blah fishcakes.) . Thankfully , Malan was less in the walking wounded mode and seems to have found his niche in the Bryant Park food chain.
Then there is my new hero ( ine) Kayne. Dayum, that boy can talk. They clocked him at 904 or 906 words in the interview with Miss USA. She said all of 3 words, and I personally got the impression she had in fact stopped listening and was simply freaking at his breathe control. As my friend Chippers would say , " Honey, he's gay....think about it.... m'kay ? " Ironically while Kayne had toned down his persona 900 % , Boring Bobby , the boy-queen Barbie designer ( I am not making this up so shut it ) just reveled in his flammage . In all fairness, he was sweet and still could stand by his opinion when asked without being shrill..well not that shrill .
And then out comes Keith. You could tell that the others just had an " Oh shit no !" moment. Kayne did a credible Bambi in the headlights, which was not suprising since he was the one who actually went to the others about the pattern books and was somewhat defacto elected to be the one to go to The Gunn. You could immediately tell that everyone on the set , especially the 2 Momma's to be immediately checked for all exit doors and staff security. If there was a live audience, it was one of those pin drop moments where you put down the soda because if you have any more, you are certain that you will have to pee and will miss the best parts of the gig. Been there...done that. Keith should have known that he was gonna be busted when he tried the " There was nothing in the contact that we signed addressing the issue of books", and every one just almost on cue replied.." Wrong Asshat...it was there. Hint....actually read what you are signing next time." Even sweet Michael's expression went " Oh hell no.... he did NOT say that ."
Blindly going where no idgit would tread, Keith then tries the old..." The books were taken from me the first week and SHAZAM ...made it back to my room. " This is the point where Heidi goes all Frau Blucher ( tip of the had to my side kick...good call on that one.) and starts to bristle.
Hint to Keith: Danger ...Danger...Achtung Baby......Heidi's the producer of the show.....Red Alert.
But noooooo....onward . The Gunn actually point blank asks Keith if he thinks the producers set him up . It gets to the point that they have to go to commercial before Heidi cakes goes off on Keiths ass . I should have taped that scene, she's got the glare down . Keith will eventually figure out that if he had not fubared any hopes of being something other than a designer for Wally world and pissed off Heidi cakes and The Gunn on National T slant V.....he might have had a chance to let it blow over. Schmuck.
Vincent the CC is almost giggling through all of the above in manic glee. I'm sure the internal dialogue with all of his voices was along the lines of " Oh goody.......someone they think is dumber/weirder/more high strung than us ." But wait...Vinnie you are next. Evidently he had called someone an amateur, and it got around. Boring Bobby and Sweet Michael called immediate bullshit on that and we finally got to see a glimpse of Machael actually geing po'd.
But wait...there's more. V the CC tried to justify it in some freak ass stream of consciousness that had everyone staring at the loon with the obligatory WTF expression on their mugs. Finally, V the CC realized it was going no where and was saved by the clip of his uber rant that the show could not air. He claimed to have left explicit instructions to the PA's about his laundry. As in " No touchey." And they did his laundry . He went off to the point of almost quiting the show, walking out of the apt. building and continuing to scream on the street level . Of course, Kayne and Michael were on the roof and giggling like teen queens at the show. V the CC had the good grace to laugh at this clip and that may be in fact his saving grace, the ability to laugh with others when presented with the evidence of just how much he really needs the mother ship to come get his goofy ass.
Smarty pants that the Bravo Gods are , they saved the best for last. Mamagate. All through the show, Our Sister of the Ass Roses , Angela , gave the laser death stare to the back of Jeffrey ( Tat's R Us ) pointy lil head. She is still verklempt that he was not nice to her Mama . At first I was on her side through all of it, but then they showed some some other bits, and it seems that Angie's Momma really was all passive agressive with Tat boy and didn't express her dis like of the fugly Aunt Beru mumu . Tat boy tried to get a direct answer and Angie's Mama kept on and then got all weepy when he was his usual frustrated self. Of course Tat boy being Tat boy is now thinking that he is being set up by the Sisters Ass Rose. Mebbe. Mebbe not so much. Granted, he should not have talked to anyone that way, but the ladies are not without some guilt here either. Sure fire way to get smacked...talk back to some ones mama..and the Sisters Ass Rose know that ....and IMHO set his scrawny ass up . Well played that.
Free Gift with purchase time.....<>
Scandal Numero Dos.
After Mamagate , for some insanely Bizarro world reason, Laura's mom and Jeffreys mom became best gal pals. Who knew ?
Seems that for the last show , the fab final four have to each put together a 12 piece collection for fashion Week at Bryant Park. Jeffrey's Mama let slip an inuendo that Jeffrey had infact outsourced some of the finishing work if not actual sewing. Huge NO NO .......frakkin HUGE . If you thought The Gun was mad at Keith about the books.....this should be a epic reaction if aired. Well of course , Bad Mama Laura gets wind of this and goes to The Gunnmeister . Dah Dah Dah Dahhhhhhhhh...........!
Part one of season 3 finale is next week.
Can't hardly stand the wait. Bravo will of course re reun the jeebus H out of it this weekend .
Have a good weekend .
Really.......give it a shot .
Ciao,
Aunty Pol..Your Favorite Fashionista Diva of the Moment
Friday, September 29, 2006
The Further Adventures of Sgt. Andy
Todays guest poster is Sgt. Andy of the Patio Police . Take it away Andy.
" Ahem, cough..This is Sgt. Andy just in from patio patrol. All appears quiet after last nights shift. I did gain admission to the Palace for a brief stay and was again offered what the Queen's staff refer to as Bovine Wine . It was delicious . I did not gain an audience with the queen and only spotted some of the retainers on her staff. Apparently they have some security issues that they are reviewing and therefore do not have the time to schedule a proper audience . It is much the same for me on patio patrol , especially with the recent sightings of the terrorist group known as the Tree Rats. Recent intelligence reports indicate that the Tree Rats have had a successful recruiting drive and my own shifts may double in order to maintain the palace security . Negotiations with the Canine Commandos continue for their added support against further incursions from the Tree Rats . I happen to know that the Queens human retainers are not above offering bribes so that may induce the canines to cooperate .
Hopefully my application for a promotion to internal palace guard is still under consideration.
I understand that the review process is quite involved and there is some question as to my qualifications . I feel that I have gained one of the human attendents support. The one referred to as " Daddy " seems more pliable than the other human attendent. The female attendent known as " Mommy " may prove problematic and she has quite the reputation as far as having the human trait of what they refer to as stubbornness . I am a rather patient fellow , so I shall continue on and hope for the best.
Well, my shift on patrol is just about over, so I guess it's time to head to the Barracks.
Remember...be alert . Tree Rats are everywhere .
Sgt. Andy
Patio Patrol Unit # 1.
" Ahem, cough..This is Sgt. Andy just in from patio patrol. All appears quiet after last nights shift. I did gain admission to the Palace for a brief stay and was again offered what the Queen's staff refer to as Bovine Wine . It was delicious . I did not gain an audience with the queen and only spotted some of the retainers on her staff. Apparently they have some security issues that they are reviewing and therefore do not have the time to schedule a proper audience . It is much the same for me on patio patrol , especially with the recent sightings of the terrorist group known as the Tree Rats. Recent intelligence reports indicate that the Tree Rats have had a successful recruiting drive and my own shifts may double in order to maintain the palace security . Negotiations with the Canine Commandos continue for their added support against further incursions from the Tree Rats . I happen to know that the Queens human retainers are not above offering bribes so that may induce the canines to cooperate .
Hopefully my application for a promotion to internal palace guard is still under consideration.
I understand that the review process is quite involved and there is some question as to my qualifications . I feel that I have gained one of the human attendents support. The one referred to as " Daddy " seems more pliable than the other human attendent. The female attendent known as " Mommy " may prove problematic and she has quite the reputation as far as having the human trait of what they refer to as stubbornness . I am a rather patient fellow , so I shall continue on and hope for the best.
Well, my shift on patrol is just about over, so I guess it's time to head to the Barracks.
Remember...be alert . Tree Rats are everywhere .
Sgt. Andy
Patio Patrol Unit # 1.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Damn You Bravo Channel
Aunty Pol has yet another obsession . " Project Runway" on the Bravo Channel.
It began innocently enough on a quiet Sunday when Hisself was out playing goof. Having channel surfed my poor lil digits to the bone, I stumbled on a PR marathon . Shazam...backround noise as it were for the Shadout Mapes routine at la Casa. Friends and co-workers had raved about the show , using their secret language and references . " Santino ? " " Pure Crazy " . I usually ignored them as they ignored my raving about Battle Star Galactica , or worse still muttering and swearing as I'd sit and re-edit my resource sheets for the RPG and cursing the GM . I am sure they were as clueless about this , as I was about their shows. What evs.
Bravo is known for running a slew of eps on a Sunday before the new eps air.
On the second round of the same marathon, I started watching.
And thus did I create my own Doom.
I became a member of Team Angela - NOT !!!!!!!!!
I do know however what the hell a fleurchon is now . It's called the fabric flower that Angela ( Crazy Bizotch) put on anything and everything....including her own ass !
The premise of the show is quite simple . Take 15 wanna be fashionista's , give them an absurdly low amount of dead presidents, a challenge or a task to create a garment , and then critique it after a runway show.
Fine.
Fair Enough.
First off, the carrot is a spread in " Elle " magazine, $100,000.00 to launch their own line and a cutesy sports car.
A few of the first people to be voted off were so completely forgettable that I cannot recall their names, faces or creations.
Poor Malan . His challenge assisted by Bonnie the Bozo was to create a pageant gown for Tara Conner to wear in the Miss Universe pagent. Now maybe it's just old Pols view point, but seriously kids....if I were going to compete , I'd want to win....and nothing spells loser like hiring some Armani wanna be to design my gown. Malan was terribly sweet, and enough of a stand up guy to take the hit for his design as team captain. Buh Bye Malan. Saw that one coming. Get rid of the guy who actually had talent . And the ratings do what again ?????
One of my fav's ...Kayne ( The Queen of Oklahoma ) won that challenge and his gown was like buttah . I could have phoned that one it for jeebus sakes. How many times did he proclaim that the he had worked ( snerk) pageants for years honey and had two..not one , but two dress shops . But his personality came through as very sweet ( be nice) and genuine. I was truely sorry to see him get " Auf'd". Note to Kayne....Honey if you ever do make it..it's a Salon..not a shop ..m'kay ?
As with every show , you have people who every one just hates or is the Class Crazy ( Med's not kickin it ") who is one step away from referring to themselves in the third person. I think that those characters are the most fun to watch because the rest of the group that the CC is envolved with alternates between sheer panic ( OMG..what the F is he/she doing ) and complete entertainment doing impressions ( some dead on ) of the CC.
And then there is Angela ( Jubilee Jumbles) , queen of the ass roses. In one challenge, the afore mentioned pageant, she was teamed with Vincent Libretti . Yup. You guessed it, the Class Crazy.
Every one could see that Vinnie the CC was to be kind, nucking futts. Seriously . And this bizotch did just about everything in her power to undermine Vinnie. She acted like your kid bugging the shit out of you on a car trip. The more you ask you kid to knock it off....the more they do what is making you crazy . It should be noted however that in some families this is considered good training for marriage . Heh . I think she was genuinely suprised at the amount of sheer animosity the others felt for her . Yeah Angela, ass roses will pretty much unify a group. Just sayin .
Anyhoo, as the episodes continued, some people got " Auf'd" early and for reasons that were justified more often than not. Some of the eps were suprising . One of the guys got das boot from the shows itself for having pattern books in his room. Fair 'nuf. But hold on a second.
In the very first challenge, the victims...oops...designers had to grab what ever they could from the apartments they were staying in and stuff that gear in laundry bags in 15 minutes time. The gals were less messy than the boys were. The boys trashed their apartment like they were a Rock Band. Seriously trashed the crib . Now..bear with me. Jeffrey ( Is there a rehab for tatoo's ? ) stated that he was mollified to see that none of the stuff that had been trashed had been replaced. MORON . If you trash your bed, and leave it stripped to the bed slats, don't whine about it. There is a reason animals don't shit in their own nests....think about this between tatoo sessions, ok ? That being said, if one of the guys had those books, ....umm....how come no one spotted them till 2 or 3 episodes later ? Dude....there was no place to hide them. The apartment was TRASHED . Just wondering .
Angela ( Jubilee Jumbles ) and Vincent the CC got " Auf'd " and then invited back one more time. The rest of the designers were so completely " Oh shit....Noooooo" that they didn't make the attempt to hide it. LMAO .
And lets not forget Laura ( Skeletor) the " I am an architect from New York. I have a lot of things to say about her. First..woman...cover yourself. NO one and I mean NO ONE wants to see your boney ass sternum. Period. And just the thought of you being knocked up again with child number 6 makes me want to hoark. EWWWW. She was and is a bored Society Matron wanna be who thinks nothing of making the following remark about the newest hatchling she ' s gestating. " Just another one to throw on the pile. " Wire hangers anyone ? She did have her human moments until you realize that you can't make the above mentioned remark and them plead your belly when you get in over your head . I'm just sorry the damn dog didn't bite you in the earlier episode . Maybe there is however a lil giftie in your tote bag that you put the adorable dog in so you " Wouldn't Have to TOUCH IT."
Then there are the Judges.
Nina Garcia , the Editor from Elle is just plain mean. Pfffftttt.
Michael Kors is a hoot . Not so much I'm going to actually buy his fuggly ass shoes from Dillards , but a hoot none the less. He could however step away from such frequent mystic tan sessions. I assume that he gets a discount if he goes with his mommy , Joan but seriously . He's beginning to look like a sweet potatoe.
Neither guest judge Vera Wang or Diane Von Furstenberg have aged well . Damn..ladies get a friggan facial at least. You guys are making Yoko look good by comparison. Zak Posen is adorable. He reminds me of the Elf character Bernard in Tim Allen's " Santa Clause " movies, and I mean that in a good way.
Heidi Klum comes across as very sweet until you piss her " Auf" . Her glare could strip paint.
And then there is Den Mother , Tim Gunn. He's interesting and his critiques are well thought out in the developement process at Parsons. Some like Michael were smart enough to listen . Others like Vincent the CC ( a basket is not a hat Vincent , it's a basket) did not.
It's down to the final four I believe, Michael , Uli and Laura and Jeffrey .
The season finale is in a couple of weeks , and then there is the free gift with purchase. The reunion show. Heh. I'm taping that bad boy.
And best of all ?
HOT DAMN !
The sixth season of Smallville starts tonight, the second season of Dr. Who starts tomorow and Battle Star Galactica is starting the third season a week from tomorrow .
Life is good at the Casa.
Have a great weekend...really.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
It began innocently enough on a quiet Sunday when Hisself was out playing goof. Having channel surfed my poor lil digits to the bone, I stumbled on a PR marathon . Shazam...backround noise as it were for the Shadout Mapes routine at la Casa. Friends and co-workers had raved about the show , using their secret language and references . " Santino ? " " Pure Crazy " . I usually ignored them as they ignored my raving about Battle Star Galactica , or worse still muttering and swearing as I'd sit and re-edit my resource sheets for the RPG and cursing the GM . I am sure they were as clueless about this , as I was about their shows. What evs.
Bravo is known for running a slew of eps on a Sunday before the new eps air.
On the second round of the same marathon, I started watching.
And thus did I create my own Doom.
I became a member of Team Angela - NOT !!!!!!!!!
I do know however what the hell a fleurchon is now . It's called the fabric flower that Angela ( Crazy Bizotch) put on anything and everything....including her own ass !
The premise of the show is quite simple . Take 15 wanna be fashionista's , give them an absurdly low amount of dead presidents, a challenge or a task to create a garment , and then critique it after a runway show.
Fine.
Fair Enough.
First off, the carrot is a spread in " Elle " magazine, $100,000.00 to launch their own line and a cutesy sports car.
A few of the first people to be voted off were so completely forgettable that I cannot recall their names, faces or creations.
Poor Malan . His challenge assisted by Bonnie the Bozo was to create a pageant gown for Tara Conner to wear in the Miss Universe pagent. Now maybe it's just old Pols view point, but seriously kids....if I were going to compete , I'd want to win....and nothing spells loser like hiring some Armani wanna be to design my gown. Malan was terribly sweet, and enough of a stand up guy to take the hit for his design as team captain. Buh Bye Malan. Saw that one coming. Get rid of the guy who actually had talent . And the ratings do what again ?????
One of my fav's ...Kayne ( The Queen of Oklahoma ) won that challenge and his gown was like buttah . I could have phoned that one it for jeebus sakes. How many times did he proclaim that the he had worked ( snerk) pageants for years honey and had two..not one , but two dress shops . But his personality came through as very sweet ( be nice) and genuine. I was truely sorry to see him get " Auf'd". Note to Kayne....Honey if you ever do make it..it's a Salon..not a shop ..m'kay ?
As with every show , you have people who every one just hates or is the Class Crazy ( Med's not kickin it ") who is one step away from referring to themselves in the third person. I think that those characters are the most fun to watch because the rest of the group that the CC is envolved with alternates between sheer panic ( OMG..what the F is he/she doing ) and complete entertainment doing impressions ( some dead on ) of the CC.
And then there is Angela ( Jubilee Jumbles) , queen of the ass roses. In one challenge, the afore mentioned pageant, she was teamed with Vincent Libretti . Yup. You guessed it, the Class Crazy.
Every one could see that Vinnie the CC was to be kind, nucking futts. Seriously . And this bizotch did just about everything in her power to undermine Vinnie. She acted like your kid bugging the shit out of you on a car trip. The more you ask you kid to knock it off....the more they do what is making you crazy . It should be noted however that in some families this is considered good training for marriage . Heh . I think she was genuinely suprised at the amount of sheer animosity the others felt for her . Yeah Angela, ass roses will pretty much unify a group. Just sayin .
Anyhoo, as the episodes continued, some people got " Auf'd" early and for reasons that were justified more often than not. Some of the eps were suprising . One of the guys got das boot from the shows itself for having pattern books in his room. Fair 'nuf. But hold on a second.
In the very first challenge, the victims...oops...designers had to grab what ever they could from the apartments they were staying in and stuff that gear in laundry bags in 15 minutes time. The gals were less messy than the boys were. The boys trashed their apartment like they were a Rock Band. Seriously trashed the crib . Now..bear with me. Jeffrey ( Is there a rehab for tatoo's ? ) stated that he was mollified to see that none of the stuff that had been trashed had been replaced. MORON . If you trash your bed, and leave it stripped to the bed slats, don't whine about it. There is a reason animals don't shit in their own nests....think about this between tatoo sessions, ok ? That being said, if one of the guys had those books, ....umm....how come no one spotted them till 2 or 3 episodes later ? Dude....there was no place to hide them. The apartment was TRASHED . Just wondering .
Angela ( Jubilee Jumbles ) and Vincent the CC got " Auf'd " and then invited back one more time. The rest of the designers were so completely " Oh shit....Noooooo" that they didn't make the attempt to hide it. LMAO .
And lets not forget Laura ( Skeletor) the " I am an architect from New York. I have a lot of things to say about her. First..woman...cover yourself. NO one and I mean NO ONE wants to see your boney ass sternum. Period. And just the thought of you being knocked up again with child number 6 makes me want to hoark. EWWWW. She was and is a bored Society Matron wanna be who thinks nothing of making the following remark about the newest hatchling she ' s gestating. " Just another one to throw on the pile. " Wire hangers anyone ? She did have her human moments until you realize that you can't make the above mentioned remark and them plead your belly when you get in over your head . I'm just sorry the damn dog didn't bite you in the earlier episode . Maybe there is however a lil giftie in your tote bag that you put the adorable dog in so you " Wouldn't Have to TOUCH IT."
Then there are the Judges.
Nina Garcia , the Editor from Elle is just plain mean. Pfffftttt.
Michael Kors is a hoot . Not so much I'm going to actually buy his fuggly ass shoes from Dillards , but a hoot none the less. He could however step away from such frequent mystic tan sessions. I assume that he gets a discount if he goes with his mommy , Joan but seriously . He's beginning to look like a sweet potatoe.
Neither guest judge Vera Wang or Diane Von Furstenberg have aged well . Damn..ladies get a friggan facial at least. You guys are making Yoko look good by comparison. Zak Posen is adorable. He reminds me of the Elf character Bernard in Tim Allen's " Santa Clause " movies, and I mean that in a good way.
Heidi Klum comes across as very sweet until you piss her " Auf" . Her glare could strip paint.
And then there is Den Mother , Tim Gunn. He's interesting and his critiques are well thought out in the developement process at Parsons. Some like Michael were smart enough to listen . Others like Vincent the CC ( a basket is not a hat Vincent , it's a basket) did not.
It's down to the final four I believe, Michael , Uli and Laura and Jeffrey .
The season finale is in a couple of weeks , and then there is the free gift with purchase. The reunion show. Heh. I'm taping that bad boy.
And best of all ?
HOT DAMN !
The sixth season of Smallville starts tonight, the second season of Dr. Who starts tomorow and Battle Star Galactica is starting the third season a week from tomorrow .
Life is good at the Casa.
Have a great weekend...really.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Frolicing with the Full Moon....
Within thirty minutes of getting into the office , trusty side kick " Kick " ( How original , I know ....STFU ) and I began to notice that we were in the midst of what we call " Flying Monkeys ." Aka ...the chimp squad from the WOZ . It's a certain emotional level that is akin to Peter Finch's brilliant speech in " Network " . People who are normally civil ( or what passes for here at the office ) were surley, short tempered.....no.....wait...that's my normal crew . The peeps I refer to are those who are usually somewhat under the proverbial radar . I know it's a short week with the holiday and all, but this is a problem again...why ????? I was agog that some of the placid posse were exhibiting what could almost be classified as personalities . I kid you not. Spines were grown , cats danced with dogs, SU re-grew hair...you get the idea . Then I began to notice that the placids now with spines began to just flat out act stupid. They began to panic . " If so and such comes in will you let me know ? " DUH ! Some got the look, some got the benefit of the doubt , ( hey...I CAN be nice, I got a great new hair cut..razor cut even) and the rest got ingnored . Ignored/Ignorant...works for me . And on it went. " I need to get this to the IRS !" Reply " Snookims , it's 4: 19 , and they close at 4 : 30 . Unless you can sprout wings or a scud missle out of your ass fergitit . Hint....try getting it to me in a reasonable manner next time. " Then of course Snookims is all...buh buh buh.....my attorney....." . Me : " You may feel free to quote my answer to you back to them , verbatim ." Nothing like working here with a full moon.
Snookims and Friends forget that I have been doing this since the Punnic Wars and By Gawd, I do know WTF I am doing. Nothing chaps my ass faster ( and if the ass gets any bigger , it gets it's own zip code ) that for Snookims and Friends to act as if I don't know my job or are unable to do it . Unlike others, I show the hell up. YOU know who you are .
SU is playing cards tonight, thank you Jeebus and I have a date with Andy and a highball.
Can't wait for the bitching that will ensue when Snookims and Friends realize it's a full work week . I shall take great personal delight in reminding them that there are a lot of others out there who would love to have a job. Don't think I won' t do it either .
Rant Over .
Take Care,
Ciao
Aunty Pol .
Snookims and Friends forget that I have been doing this since the Punnic Wars and By Gawd, I do know WTF I am doing. Nothing chaps my ass faster ( and if the ass gets any bigger , it gets it's own zip code ) that for Snookims and Friends to act as if I don't know my job or are unable to do it . Unlike others, I show the hell up. YOU know who you are .
SU is playing cards tonight, thank you Jeebus and I have a date with Andy and a highball.
Can't wait for the bitching that will ensue when Snookims and Friends realize it's a full work week . I shall take great personal delight in reminding them that there are a lot of others out there who would love to have a job. Don't think I won' t do it either .
Rant Over .
Take Care,
Ciao
Aunty Pol .
Friday, September 01, 2006
Not a total waste.....
It was one of those Fridays approaching a holiday weekend that I'd been predicting all week. GRRRR....some people are so set in their ways that you could phone it in.
I will point out also that in comparison, yesterday was worse . By 9 : 30 a.m. , I felt the need to go down the street to the local Randalls and get a buggy full of raw meat to fling about. Somebody pee'd in the collective karmic pool up here at the office . Almost every one was " Wah...wah...wah....but I don't want to work tomorrow " . Fine...schedule it off. Call in sick.....STFU for crissake . GET OVER IT . I would have liked it off to, but it wasn't gonna happen, and no ...I don't get to leave early . I am the last Mohican , working a full day. That is my job . Period .
Today the usual. People who come back from lunch bail at 2 . Standard behavior. " Buh Bye now...have a great weekend.
But the bright spot .
Wheeee
For the last two weeks, we have been doing a fund raiser thingy for the Houston SPCA . There are two huge ass boxes in the kitchen chock full of stuff. There was also a bake sale today ( Food People...Food in the Kitchen.....run for it ) . Our Intranet daily memo has been running photos of pets and their parents for the last two weeks . " Match the pet to the parent ." If you pick and want to change..costs a buck to do so. All in all I have heard we raised in cash alone either $500.00 or $700.00 . Not too shabby people..not to shabby at all .
I am going to focus on the good and forget the 'tude . That is until the next holiday, which is Turkey Day and Moi will be visiting the cutest baby girl in the known universe.
" Buh Bye Now.."
Irony.
Gotta dig it.
Have a safe holiday...really...all y'all can do it .
Ciao
Aunty Pol .
I will point out also that in comparison, yesterday was worse . By 9 : 30 a.m. , I felt the need to go down the street to the local Randalls and get a buggy full of raw meat to fling about. Somebody pee'd in the collective karmic pool up here at the office . Almost every one was " Wah...wah...wah....but I don't want to work tomorrow " . Fine...schedule it off. Call in sick.....STFU for crissake . GET OVER IT . I would have liked it off to, but it wasn't gonna happen, and no ...I don't get to leave early . I am the last Mohican , working a full day. That is my job . Period .
Today the usual. People who come back from lunch bail at 2 . Standard behavior. " Buh Bye now...have a great weekend.
But the bright spot .
Wheeee
For the last two weeks, we have been doing a fund raiser thingy for the Houston SPCA . There are two huge ass boxes in the kitchen chock full of stuff. There was also a bake sale today ( Food People...Food in the Kitchen.....run for it ) . Our Intranet daily memo has been running photos of pets and their parents for the last two weeks . " Match the pet to the parent ." If you pick and want to change..costs a buck to do so. All in all I have heard we raised in cash alone either $500.00 or $700.00 . Not too shabby people..not to shabby at all .
I am going to focus on the good and forget the 'tude . That is until the next holiday, which is Turkey Day and Moi will be visiting the cutest baby girl in the known universe.
" Buh Bye Now.."
Irony.
Gotta dig it.
Have a safe holiday...really...all y'all can do it .
Ciao
Aunty Pol .
Thursday, August 24, 2006
A Suprise Guest
Ahem....Aunty Pol has invited yours truely as her first guest blogger . Let's get the introductions under way. My name is Munchkin and I am the Queen of the Palace , though others might disagree. Recently, with my superior kitteh brain power I deduced that " Aunty Pol" is in fact the secret identity of my human staff member known as Mommy . Now, I have taken great pains and time to train my staff in all things serving Moi . I will not allow disloyalty, unless it it produces enough income to buy me more toys and treaties . It should be enough that I allow Mommy to share " my " bed. I certainly am generous enough to allow Mommy to clean the Palace and tend to my creature comforts . Why , Moi even allowed Mommy and that big fellah who answers to Daddy too bring in entertainment for me . After all , as the Queen, I should be allowed to torture..oops...educate my subjects as I see fit. The younger girls have made acceptible handmaidens and that male twerp ..Loki I think it is. Well, the poor dude obviously has had a blow to the head, what's wrong with him filling the position of Court Jester ? Problem solved. And don't get Moi started on the Palace Guard . Sargent Andy does a good job with the anti squirrel troops but I don't believe he is ready for promotion to inside the Palace just yet.
Now, consider yourselves blessed with the presence and beauty that is simply known as Moi , I have an appointment at the spa.
Now, consider yourselves blessed with the presence and beauty that is simply known as Moi , I have an appointment at the spa.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Poor Andy..LOL
Poor lil Dude . Man..is he gonna be po'd. His Daddy, SU stepped up to the plate and called Petsmart - Not yesterday to get the lil dude re-fixed. Now , SU in his infinite wisdom ( calm down dear, I'm not indulging you beyond a certain point here ) used his usual wacky sense of humor in dealing with the highly skilled crew at Petsmart-Not . Andy goes in on Sunday and home the next day. SU 'splained the situation, blah blah blah . Amazingly enough a short time later the Chief Vet called back and said that given the situation....Andy's surgery was on the house . HUZZAH ! This poor boy is the most operated on cat on the planet. We did not anticipate a rebate or reduction of any kind because that's just not the kind of luck SU and Aunty Pol have.....trust me here . Remember the warrenty on Pearl...exactly .
It finally rained at the Seitch last night . Jeebus, did we ever need it. Of course the Prince of the Patio still hates to get his uddies ( ok..trans : paws) wet so we do the usual and move the kibble and water to the coffee table on the patio . Yes, Pol has a coffee table at the Ice House . Man, if you have never checked out the stuff made out of woven PVC that looks like wicker ...check that stuff out Maynard. It is fab as far as the cleaning, comfies to sit / sprawl in ....and looks great . Hey...Andy likes it and it has thus far survived his claws. And that says a lot. Anyhoo....yes..I have decorated thed patio as a room, and once I get the deck up, SU says he won't barf if I get one of those really kewl outdoor rugs.....wheeeeeeee . I don't know if Andy has experienced wind just before the rain like we had last night, I sorta doubt it. He flipped out. He ran and ran and ran all over the yard, chasing floating stuff.....then stops and sits....then zooms again . For 45 minutes he played Speed Racer . I laughed my ass off. I did put some nip in his condo so he would be okay if he hunkered down there . SU said that he was there at the door as usual this a.m. looking for his brecky . Smart boy. Has a trained staff of 2 .
Other than that , it's that time of year when stuff just slows to a crawl. Kids are back in school , we are all watching the Gulf , and it's hard to believe that it's been a year since Katrina .
A year.
Of course people who fled the storm for here are up in arms because the local Energy Robber Barons say that they are going to cut power to accounts/customers that have not transfered the accounts to their own names. Sounds clear enough . Simple to do, all it really requires is a JOB .
Nothing fancy , they still pay for flipping burgers . Not a lot, but hey...There are a lot of people that fled NOLA for here that have found jobs, homes, schools for their kids and which Kroger they like the best. This is what grown people do . And I do understand that for some of our " Guests" that are older, infirm or have medical issues that it takes longer. Fine...this is why I contribute to United Way . When SU was unemployed in April , he hustled his ass 90 to nuthin getting apps out there . The TEC only requires one app a day . He averaged three to four . And it didn't take a DAMN YEAR people . It's time to suck it up folks, get a job, a grip and carry on .
Just Sayin....
Rant over.
Have a good week....really..all y'all can do it .
Ciao,
Aunty Pol .
It finally rained at the Seitch last night . Jeebus, did we ever need it. Of course the Prince of the Patio still hates to get his uddies ( ok..trans : paws) wet so we do the usual and move the kibble and water to the coffee table on the patio . Yes, Pol has a coffee table at the Ice House . Man, if you have never checked out the stuff made out of woven PVC that looks like wicker ...check that stuff out Maynard. It is fab as far as the cleaning, comfies to sit / sprawl in ....and looks great . Hey...Andy likes it and it has thus far survived his claws. And that says a lot. Anyhoo....yes..I have decorated thed patio as a room, and once I get the deck up, SU says he won't barf if I get one of those really kewl outdoor rugs.....wheeeeeeee . I don't know if Andy has experienced wind just before the rain like we had last night, I sorta doubt it. He flipped out. He ran and ran and ran all over the yard, chasing floating stuff.....then stops and sits....then zooms again . For 45 minutes he played Speed Racer . I laughed my ass off. I did put some nip in his condo so he would be okay if he hunkered down there . SU said that he was there at the door as usual this a.m. looking for his brecky . Smart boy. Has a trained staff of 2 .
Other than that , it's that time of year when stuff just slows to a crawl. Kids are back in school , we are all watching the Gulf , and it's hard to believe that it's been a year since Katrina .
A year.
Of course people who fled the storm for here are up in arms because the local Energy Robber Barons say that they are going to cut power to accounts/customers that have not transfered the accounts to their own names. Sounds clear enough . Simple to do, all it really requires is a JOB .
Nothing fancy , they still pay for flipping burgers . Not a lot, but hey...There are a lot of people that fled NOLA for here that have found jobs, homes, schools for their kids and which Kroger they like the best. This is what grown people do . And I do understand that for some of our " Guests" that are older, infirm or have medical issues that it takes longer. Fine...this is why I contribute to United Way . When SU was unemployed in April , he hustled his ass 90 to nuthin getting apps out there . The TEC only requires one app a day . He averaged three to four . And it didn't take a DAMN YEAR people . It's time to suck it up folks, get a job, a grip and carry on .
Just Sayin....
Rant over.
Have a good week....really..all y'all can do it .
Ciao,
Aunty Pol .
Monday, August 21, 2006
Monday Monday.....La La La
Well lets see....It's a Monday you bettcha . School is back on so all of the parents at the office are just slightly losing their minds over getting schedules back on, SU has to pay attention to the speed zones, which he is suprisingly good at and I need to haul the keester out 10 minutes earlier to avoid the usual traffic bullshit....good luck there Pol....LOL .
As far as the weekend went..it was a whole lotta nada . IT's still hotter than hell down here but we did get a speck of rain. The Prince of the Patio was very po'd and we moved his food and water. Not a lot of rain mind you, just enuf for the skeeters . Of course SU watched golf but did do a bunch of laundry which always helps. We'd stayed up late the night before watching movies so I was ZZZZZZZZZZ . I thought about cleaning the casa.....and thought some more. Every once and a while you simply have to give yourself permission to be lazy. Permission granted Pol...veg away . None of my peeps were on line as the game is on a break of sorts. The Mighty GM is making some changes so we are all...Neh...what evs. Of course you know who played golf on Sunday....again what evs. AMC was playing all fo the Jaws Movies in order so Pol was a happy gurl. It's hard to imagine that when that movie came out, I had been already married three years to He Who Also Shall Not Be Named. I found myself laughing out loud at the clothes worn in the original Jaws Movie..Jeebus H Tap Dancing Christ...we thought that was attractive ???????????? I'd like to think it was that we were young and dumb...but hell...we were just flat out dumb. And do not get me started on the fact that " Skinny Jeans" are back in. In my orgy of channel surfing, I ran across HSN...admit it..all y'all have seen it too. Anyhoo...it struck me as freakin hillarious that they were selling " Skinny Jeans" in sizes 4 to 22. Now Gals..lets be honest..if you wear a size 22, you have no business in " Skinny Jeans ".... EVER !
I guess it's time for the 80's to roll around again......and trust me here. If you didn't look like Heather Locklear then....hang it up now. We all know people who have no concept of age appropriate , and I say live and let live. More for Pol to ridicule...you know I am gonna do it.
Got a couple of new photo's of the cutest child on the planet..what a cutie. From what I hear she can say Mamamamamamama and Dadadada..what a gifted child. Okay..I will stop now.
Pol has been very bad on family e mails so that is todays project. Mea Culpa , Mea Culpa.
Have a great week....really...try it.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol .
As far as the weekend went..it was a whole lotta nada . IT's still hotter than hell down here but we did get a speck of rain. The Prince of the Patio was very po'd and we moved his food and water. Not a lot of rain mind you, just enuf for the skeeters . Of course SU watched golf but did do a bunch of laundry which always helps. We'd stayed up late the night before watching movies so I was ZZZZZZZZZZ . I thought about cleaning the casa.....and thought some more. Every once and a while you simply have to give yourself permission to be lazy. Permission granted Pol...veg away . None of my peeps were on line as the game is on a break of sorts. The Mighty GM is making some changes so we are all...Neh...what evs. Of course you know who played golf on Sunday....again what evs. AMC was playing all fo the Jaws Movies in order so Pol was a happy gurl. It's hard to imagine that when that movie came out, I had been already married three years to He Who Also Shall Not Be Named. I found myself laughing out loud at the clothes worn in the original Jaws Movie..Jeebus H Tap Dancing Christ...we thought that was attractive ???????????? I'd like to think it was that we were young and dumb...but hell...we were just flat out dumb. And do not get me started on the fact that " Skinny Jeans" are back in. In my orgy of channel surfing, I ran across HSN...admit it..all y'all have seen it too. Anyhoo...it struck me as freakin hillarious that they were selling " Skinny Jeans" in sizes 4 to 22. Now Gals..lets be honest..if you wear a size 22, you have no business in " Skinny Jeans ".... EVER !
I guess it's time for the 80's to roll around again......and trust me here. If you didn't look like Heather Locklear then....hang it up now. We all know people who have no concept of age appropriate , and I say live and let live. More for Pol to ridicule...you know I am gonna do it.
Got a couple of new photo's of the cutest child on the planet..what a cutie. From what I hear she can say Mamamamamamama and Dadadada..what a gifted child. Okay..I will stop now.
Pol has been very bad on family e mails so that is todays project. Mea Culpa , Mea Culpa.
Have a great week....really...try it.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol .
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
More Dibs and Dabs
Well thus far it has been a good day. BN and wife sent recent photos of the cutest child on the planet, and I have been grinning all day . Ah....the mighty power of an infant . I would be the first one to tell you that I am completely prejudiced, and that only her Nana and my Brother could top me....but honest to God, she is the Gerber baby. Ask any of my gal pals here in the office...yes..the bug's mug made it all the way around. I can't wait till Turkey time to get to actually see said wonder of the world. Hopefully SU will be able to get the time off, but one way of the other Aunty Pols got a road trip. True, the back will be ouchy after the drive, but it is all worth it. Hisself will mutter about the cold as he always does, and I will fuss at him ( yes dear, I know you are reading this...and you will behave in front of the kids or so help me.....I know where the golf clubs are ) . I haven't seen the nephew since my Grandfather's funeral so it will be a suprise to see him all grown . He's a good guy , his parents did a good job raising him. I will also get to meet his wife which is cool. You know you are getting older when the nephews are married and all their friends refer to you as M'am . Bit of a let down that, but it comes with the turf . Also explains all the little aches and pains that creep up . Heh...middle freakin age. The weird part is that I am actually enjoying parts of it. Like the part where you realize that so much of what used to bug the krep out of you are just drek. Or when the younger set start the " I know it all" and you can simply look them in the eye and go " Oh Jeebus, I have shoes older than you..give me a break." Or that you hope to high hell you weren't as arrogant , and are chagrined to realize you most likely were. Yeah parents o'mine....I CAN hear you laughing.
As long as the Bug doesn't think of me or remember me like I remember my Great Aunt Elna...( Shudder) , all will be right in Pols world.
On the home front...The king of the patio is a happy lil camper . His daddy built him a real scratching post which he will hopefully prefer to the furniture . I am a tad curious as to why we had the rope in the garage, but what evs. He has his set pattern, he knows when we are due to come home and is not above voicing his displeasure when we are late. He seems to get along with the NG's puppies, and the birds are an endless source of fascination. Fortunately his tags on his collar make enough noise that they can vamoose . He has his perimeter, and the neighbors report that he does not wander....so all is good. Poor babydude is a bit hot being an outside kitteh, so I have a fan on for him for a bit, and he's become accustomed to to ice cubes in his bowl . Little kitten coctails.....I'm not kidding...LOL .
SU has passed the probationary period and is now a full time employee . He was confident of this and I was too..but Pol has seen both sides . Now we get to sort out ppo vs hmo and all of that crap. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee. We went to a gathering at one of SU's co-workers , a send off for a couple of co-workers that are moving on. One young pup is going to the HPD Academy and the other is going to go work with her BF/Fiancee/Whatevs. Nice gal . I had heard all about these co-horts of SU's for ages, and they are very nice , down to earth regular folks. They call him " Pop " which is hysterical, but then again he is one of the oldest there . I think it's rather like my office, if I don't give you a nickname..I don't like you . I'm funny that way.
Please Lord....some rain ??????
Have a great day...really...I dare ya .
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
As long as the Bug doesn't think of me or remember me like I remember my Great Aunt Elna...( Shudder) , all will be right in Pols world.
On the home front...The king of the patio is a happy lil camper . His daddy built him a real scratching post which he will hopefully prefer to the furniture . I am a tad curious as to why we had the rope in the garage, but what evs. He has his set pattern, he knows when we are due to come home and is not above voicing his displeasure when we are late. He seems to get along with the NG's puppies, and the birds are an endless source of fascination. Fortunately his tags on his collar make enough noise that they can vamoose . He has his perimeter, and the neighbors report that he does not wander....so all is good. Poor babydude is a bit hot being an outside kitteh, so I have a fan on for him for a bit, and he's become accustomed to to ice cubes in his bowl . Little kitten coctails.....I'm not kidding...LOL .
SU has passed the probationary period and is now a full time employee . He was confident of this and I was too..but Pol has seen both sides . Now we get to sort out ppo vs hmo and all of that crap. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee. We went to a gathering at one of SU's co-workers , a send off for a couple of co-workers that are moving on. One young pup is going to the HPD Academy and the other is going to go work with her BF/Fiancee/Whatevs. Nice gal . I had heard all about these co-horts of SU's for ages, and they are very nice , down to earth regular folks. They call him " Pop " which is hysterical, but then again he is one of the oldest there . I think it's rather like my office, if I don't give you a nickname..I don't like you . I'm funny that way.
Please Lord....some rain ??????
Have a great day...really...I dare ya .
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
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