Warning.........
Pol here has had only about 4 hrs sleep...so if this goes somewhat askew....heh heh.
Why are some people held to different standards than others ? Mel Gibson gets a DUI and goes off on a rant that is beyond distasteful. I have some questions that are whirling in the lil noggin.
1. Why the hell does this merit the press coverage it does ? More than the usual gossipy blurb on the inside of the local rags front page, this merits a third of the page 3 column entry . Again , why ?
2. Hollyweird claims that Mr. Gibson may have destroyed his career with this latest stunt. To which I reply, " Bullshit !" . His carreer will be just fine and dandy as long as his next vehicle makes a huge ass profit for one and all. To claim otherwise is so completely absurd that it defies logic. This is the way it is, was and ever shall be. Every single time some famous/infamous personna commits what many consider carreer suicide, they routinely cry " Mea Culpa " and move on to better things. Just ask Ellen Degeneres . Do you really think a major credit card company would use her in a commercial if they were so " concerned " about her gender preferrence ? I didn't think so either.
3. Don't blame the booze Mel. You may have expressed words that are so completely rude, ill thought AND just down right mean that if I was your Mother, wife or child..I'd have smacked you up side the head. The booze had very little to do with it , asshat. It did not enable your racist remarks. Your racist views are a direct projection of being a racist....period. So much for your faith sustaining you. HAH !
4. Lastly...why does anyone care that some ignorant , balding middle aged movie star open his yapper and inserts both feet ? Why does this take up space in the media to this extent ? I doubt that the police made his remarks up, after all as he claims..." He owns Malibu ." Careful Mel, my God may not be a vengeful God, but just in case....house...mudslide....oops....Ya never know.
Kinda hard now to deny your fathers Holocost comments isn't it ?
Ironic.....I think not.
Be glad you aren't related to this prince among men . I sure am.
Have a good day...really.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Monday, July 31, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
La Cage a Feline
Well gang...just when I thought it could not, nay would not get any weirder at the Casa............
Hee Hee
This past Saturday I was out on the patio ( it's only the Ice House at night when the lights are on...hope that clears THAT up ..) with " Annie" doing my usual chillin...SU and I have a couple of those funky ass canvas and metal framed chairs courrtesy of the neighbor gals....and Annie like to sleep in one like it's a hammock....on her back. There I was giving her head noogies and chin rubs when I look towards her feet...and OMG......She's a HE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ROTF ..I kid all y'all not.
There he was in all his glory........To say that I freaked out would be the understatement of the year. That's like saying Andrea Yates was just having a " bad day". I just was stunned. I didn't say anything to SU as he would really wonder about his wifey poo....and the following day had almost convinced myself that it was one of those really vivid dreams .
Monday after work, as per norm, he went out to feed " Annie ". He then picked her/him up and was holding her/him in his arms like a bebe...on his/her back. I prance out there and grab a lil footie and ask..." Honey..whazzat "? He almost dropped the cat. Having verified that I am not insane......we both realize that Annie....is ANDY .
All of a sudden it dawn on us...the huge feet...the fearlessness with the NG's puppies.....the fact that the ladies of the Casa were curious and yet Loki hissed at him.......Wegotsababyitsaboy.
The larger issue is........WHY THE F DIDN'T PETSMART SEE THAT WHEN THEY HAD HIM/HER IN SURGERY LAST MONTH TO NEUTER ???????????????????????????
I'm serious people ! Why didn't the Vet notice ? It's true that at the time , Andy wasn't old enough to have visible evidence of said equipment....but really people....this is a bit much.
His Daddy is going to deal with them, because we still have to have him fixed.
If Momma goes in there, I am mad enough to strip paint off the walls. No...I won't cuss but I will verbally eviscerate them.
Count on it.
PS A Big Tejas Shout Out to you know who for the better title.
Have a good day.....really....go for it.
Ciao
Aunty Pol
Hee Hee
This past Saturday I was out on the patio ( it's only the Ice House at night when the lights are on...hope that clears THAT up ..) with " Annie" doing my usual chillin...SU and I have a couple of those funky ass canvas and metal framed chairs courrtesy of the neighbor gals....and Annie like to sleep in one like it's a hammock....on her back. There I was giving her head noogies and chin rubs when I look towards her feet...and OMG......She's a HE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ROTF ..I kid all y'all not.
There he was in all his glory........To say that I freaked out would be the understatement of the year. That's like saying Andrea Yates was just having a " bad day". I just was stunned. I didn't say anything to SU as he would really wonder about his wifey poo....and the following day had almost convinced myself that it was one of those really vivid dreams .
Monday after work, as per norm, he went out to feed " Annie ". He then picked her/him up and was holding her/him in his arms like a bebe...on his/her back. I prance out there and grab a lil footie and ask..." Honey..whazzat "? He almost dropped the cat. Having verified that I am not insane......we both realize that Annie....is ANDY .
All of a sudden it dawn on us...the huge feet...the fearlessness with the NG's puppies.....the fact that the ladies of the Casa were curious and yet Loki hissed at him.......Wegotsababyitsaboy.
The larger issue is........WHY THE F DIDN'T PETSMART SEE THAT WHEN THEY HAD HIM/HER IN SURGERY LAST MONTH TO NEUTER ???????????????????????????
I'm serious people ! Why didn't the Vet notice ? It's true that at the time , Andy wasn't old enough to have visible evidence of said equipment....but really people....this is a bit much.
His Daddy is going to deal with them, because we still have to have him fixed.
If Momma goes in there, I am mad enough to strip paint off the walls. No...I won't cuss but I will verbally eviscerate them.
Count on it.
PS A Big Tejas Shout Out to you know who for the better title.
Have a good day.....really....go for it.
Ciao
Aunty Pol
Monday, July 17, 2006
It's a Monday Here Gang
I hads to laugh last night as SU and I watched the umpteenth remake of a movie...this time " King Kong." Now don't get me wrong, I am as much in favor of a good action flick as the next person...but this..ummmm...by the end of the 3 hour tour..oops film...I am going Woo Hoo...go Monkey go Monkey....heee heeee..driving SU right outta the room.
Mission accomplished.
Just heard they are proposing a re-make of " Cool Hand Luke."
That is just wrong peeps............WRONG ! WRONG ! WRONG ! WRONG !
Had the usual blah weekend. Pulled all of the Mexican Heather out of the beds, crowding my roses so we all know that I will be pulling that shit forever more. Annie has discovered the delights of chasing the water from the sprinkler. " Run , Zoom, leap..run somemore..oh wait..that is fun....wheeeeeeeeeee...look Momma....!!!!!!!!! What's that in your mug ? Coffee ? Um...what's that ? Face in mug....Bleech. Funny Kitteh.
SU and Moron and the usual co-horts played goof yesterday. That is not a typo btw...the way they play it at times....goof. At least SU has the common sense to limit the beer when the heat index is 105. Yeah for Gatoraide. Less could be said for the Moron. But that's his wifey poo's problem . Remember..Mrs. Moron is the rocket scientest who said that she was going to sue Woodrows..aka the office for putting a fire hydrant in their parking lot...in such an inconvenient place that she backs over it...fubaring her van thus denying her the pleasure of being part of the evac line on the freeway outta H town last summer with Katrina and such....I am not kidding here peeps. There is a reason I can her other half the Moron .
It's a Monday all right. Not that I had any particular high hopes for the day...it's hotter than ...wait for it.........Satans Underoos for $200.00 Alex...and I l knows by the end of the day that I WILL have a migraine . I have taken the meds..but there are some days they don't work . Sigh..oh crap..sorry..need to send Brudder e mail...sigh.
Have a great day....really...try it.
Ciao
Aunty Pol
Mission accomplished.
Just heard they are proposing a re-make of " Cool Hand Luke."
That is just wrong peeps............WRONG ! WRONG ! WRONG ! WRONG !
Had the usual blah weekend. Pulled all of the Mexican Heather out of the beds, crowding my roses so we all know that I will be pulling that shit forever more. Annie has discovered the delights of chasing the water from the sprinkler. " Run , Zoom, leap..run somemore..oh wait..that is fun....wheeeeeeeeeee...look Momma....!!!!!!!!! What's that in your mug ? Coffee ? Um...what's that ? Face in mug....Bleech. Funny Kitteh.
SU and Moron and the usual co-horts played goof yesterday. That is not a typo btw...the way they play it at times....goof. At least SU has the common sense to limit the beer when the heat index is 105. Yeah for Gatoraide. Less could be said for the Moron. But that's his wifey poo's problem . Remember..Mrs. Moron is the rocket scientest who said that she was going to sue Woodrows..aka the office for putting a fire hydrant in their parking lot...in such an inconvenient place that she backs over it...fubaring her van thus denying her the pleasure of being part of the evac line on the freeway outta H town last summer with Katrina and such....I am not kidding here peeps. There is a reason I can her other half the Moron .
It's a Monday all right. Not that I had any particular high hopes for the day...it's hotter than ...wait for it.........Satans Underoos for $200.00 Alex...and I l knows by the end of the day that I WILL have a migraine . I have taken the meds..but there are some days they don't work . Sigh..oh crap..sorry..need to send Brudder e mail...sigh.
Have a great day....really...try it.
Ciao
Aunty Pol
Friday, July 14, 2006
What in the Who ??????????????????????
I normally don't pay more than a second thinking about all of the weirdness that endears this city to my evil little brain....really..I don't.
But.
I've been trying to get the little gray cells wrapped about the recent comments of Rev. Bill Lawson. I am sure that his daughter, Melanie ( I am NOT a Diva) Lawson is some where in town , clutching a double de-fat latte moaning " Oh dear Gawd ..Daddy just stop "
You see the normally articulate Reverend Lawson is exhibiting symptoms of a blow to the head in his remarks at Ken Lay's memorial service . Reverend Lawson compared Kenny Boy to ( in no particular order) ..
1. Dr. King
2. Jesus
3. JFK
4. James Byrd,Jr.
" They were vilified in life but became heroes in death " .
A direct quote.
WTF ????????????????????????????????
For those pondering the identity of James Byrd, Jr....
Mr . Byrd had the unfortunate condition of being black. Now before you all rear up at me ...let me finish...m'kay ?
Mr. Byrd was the man in Jasper , Texas who was abducted by three thugs, chained to the back of a pick up truck and dragged until his body parts were scattered. Apparently , the only thing about Mr. Byrd that offended the three " gentlemen" was the fact that he was black.
To compare the king of the Robber Barons to the victim of a lynching is beyond absurd . It is a slap in the face of humanity and added insult to the Byrd family.
Rarely have I ever been so nauseated .
Gonna be a long day kids.
Aunty Pol
But.
I've been trying to get the little gray cells wrapped about the recent comments of Rev. Bill Lawson. I am sure that his daughter, Melanie ( I am NOT a Diva) Lawson is some where in town , clutching a double de-fat latte moaning " Oh dear Gawd ..Daddy just stop "
You see the normally articulate Reverend Lawson is exhibiting symptoms of a blow to the head in his remarks at Ken Lay's memorial service . Reverend Lawson compared Kenny Boy to ( in no particular order) ..
1. Dr. King
2. Jesus
3. JFK
4. James Byrd,Jr.
" They were vilified in life but became heroes in death " .
A direct quote.
WTF ????????????????????????????????
For those pondering the identity of James Byrd, Jr....
Mr . Byrd had the unfortunate condition of being black. Now before you all rear up at me ...let me finish...m'kay ?
Mr. Byrd was the man in Jasper , Texas who was abducted by three thugs, chained to the back of a pick up truck and dragged until his body parts were scattered. Apparently , the only thing about Mr. Byrd that offended the three " gentlemen" was the fact that he was black.
To compare the king of the Robber Barons to the victim of a lynching is beyond absurd . It is a slap in the face of humanity and added insult to the Byrd family.
Rarely have I ever been so nauseated .
Gonna be a long day kids.
Aunty Pol
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
If I beat my head on my desk , will Workman's Comp cover it ?
After all the fun yesterday, I thought surely today would be better....yeah..I admit it . The air quality down here is pure La La Land. I guess this beats all of the rain that we've been having and SIL..I swear I would send you some if I could ...honest hon . But the headaches are just the same...daily pounding , incessant sinus kick your ass headaches . Now before any one suggests going to Marcus Welby, hold up . Been there. Done that. Trust me here. ANY one who knows me , knows how I feel about F'g Dr's . The only time I have ever gone willingly is back when I broke my wrist and elbow in a fantastic display of grace ala marble floors. I suspect that underlying the agony of that trip in the Nissan was the purely selfish hope of some really good meds. " Oh Mommy...wow...colors....wheeeee ." And of course it was a double hairline fracture of both wrist and elbow which could not be casted . Between my left hip and right arm , I'M A WALKING TALKING BAROMETER ~! Given that I live in an area that watches the Gulf and knows when the really bad part of the 'cane sesason is..it's more fun than watching paint dry ..Har.
So take one daily dose of Desi Arnaz playing Babaloo ..off key no less ..add a neurotic attorney in deposition and this is pretty much my day thus far. I like the attorney in question, but he gets himself so wound up that he does it to himself. " Yes Sir...I can get this copied for you . " " Lunch Order Sure .." " Why do I need a list of the attorneys and their sides and the client/witness ?" " Well Sir...I'd rather not have you ream my ass out in your stridently fundamentalist way if I can help it, and I am sure you can understand why Attorneys from that other joint might want to be seperated from our clients/expert witnesses. Yes, Mr Wound To Tight has a serf..oops..legal assistant but she poor thing also has 2 or 3 associate bebe attorneys , a paralegal in addition to MR . WTT .
And then there is the fact that ol Pol here has been here since the Punic Wars and these Yutz's know that I know what to do , when to do it, how to do it and where to hide the corpse. OF course such ability is never recognized. Why would it be , when we the indentured are so profoundly grateful of the 3 % raise we get annually. Plus the summer bonus...taxed of course.
Usually I have the good graces to be aware of my fortunes, and yes I did go through a month of hell in April with SU and that fiasco. And I am grateful that the summer bonus paid for Munchkins dental surgery.....so I blog here n there and remind myself of my daily Mantra :
" We live in a democracy, we do not work in one."
Now , where the hell is that Voodoo Doll I have....hee hee
Yes..I really have one.
You can't be suprised , can you ?
Home now....it's official ...we are weird. SU is in the kitchen baking from scratch cookies. Watching a program on PBS..Einstein and Quantum ( sp..whatever) Mechanics and I am here. Spent the usual hour with the orphan on the patio. Gave the puppies next door their treats..and of course Madame had to have one. I won't tell her they are dog treats if all y'all don't.....shhhhh.
LMAO ROTF..he brought her home and I am the one that spends time with her every night after work and on the weekends.
All y'all saw that one coming didn't ya..go ahead , admit it. I think it's a hoot. She will bite him , but not her Momma...no sir..I don't think so.
Have whatever the hell day/evening you want...I'm having Jack Daniels .
Aunty Pol.
So take one daily dose of Desi Arnaz playing Babaloo ..off key no less ..add a neurotic attorney in deposition and this is pretty much my day thus far. I like the attorney in question, but he gets himself so wound up that he does it to himself. " Yes Sir...I can get this copied for you . " " Lunch Order Sure .." " Why do I need a list of the attorneys and their sides and the client/witness ?" " Well Sir...I'd rather not have you ream my ass out in your stridently fundamentalist way if I can help it, and I am sure you can understand why Attorneys from that other joint might want to be seperated from our clients/expert witnesses. Yes, Mr Wound To Tight has a serf..oops..legal assistant but she poor thing also has 2 or 3 associate bebe attorneys , a paralegal in addition to MR . WTT .
And then there is the fact that ol Pol here has been here since the Punic Wars and these Yutz's know that I know what to do , when to do it, how to do it and where to hide the corpse. OF course such ability is never recognized. Why would it be , when we the indentured are so profoundly grateful of the 3 % raise we get annually. Plus the summer bonus...taxed of course.
Usually I have the good graces to be aware of my fortunes, and yes I did go through a month of hell in April with SU and that fiasco. And I am grateful that the summer bonus paid for Munchkins dental surgery.....so I blog here n there and remind myself of my daily Mantra :
" We live in a democracy, we do not work in one."
Now , where the hell is that Voodoo Doll I have....hee hee
Yes..I really have one.
You can't be suprised , can you ?
Home now....it's official ...we are weird. SU is in the kitchen baking from scratch cookies. Watching a program on PBS..Einstein and Quantum ( sp..whatever) Mechanics and I am here. Spent the usual hour with the orphan on the patio. Gave the puppies next door their treats..and of course Madame had to have one. I won't tell her they are dog treats if all y'all don't.....shhhhh.
LMAO ROTF..he brought her home and I am the one that spends time with her every night after work and on the weekends.
All y'all saw that one coming didn't ya..go ahead , admit it. I think it's a hoot. She will bite him , but not her Momma...no sir..I don't think so.
Have whatever the hell day/evening you want...I'm having Jack Daniels .
Aunty Pol.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Oh Jeebus H ....It's a Monday and then some
The very last friggan thing I personally need on a Monday is some yahoo photographer up here in my face setting up his Jimmy Olson cub reporter gear.....waiting for some of our " demure " attorneys to assemble for mug shots.
KILL ME NOW !
First of all.....people please..........it's a monday . Why in the name of all things sacred did you decide to do this on a Monday. Half you lot are busy borrowing my visine because you simply HAD to watch the world cup. LIKE YOU F'G Care.....Not ! This is for ad space that we probably paid for in Texas Lawyer . How modest of us . We cannot keep decent associate here ( I miss you Marlon ) and the staff attitude is...well....look up attitude...but we can waste time and money over this bullshit.............GAH . Oh shit....hee hee...Jimmy Olson is now giving directions that sound like the hokey pokey...this is insanely funny now..or the migraine meds are kicking in..your pick. Hee
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Another week of rain..god I don't know if I can take much more. The SIL says that they need it up yonder when she lives and if I could I would send her some.....It's great for the yard...the hydra's love it and Annie is adjusting to being a flying Wallenda...for an out door Kitteh she certainly has become the " Feetsies Wet...Oh Hell No " kinda kitteh..LOL..
CAN WE GO HOME NAOW ?????????????????????????????????????????????
KILL ME NOW !
First of all.....people please..........it's a monday . Why in the name of all things sacred did you decide to do this on a Monday. Half you lot are busy borrowing my visine because you simply HAD to watch the world cup. LIKE YOU F'G Care.....Not ! This is for ad space that we probably paid for in Texas Lawyer . How modest of us . We cannot keep decent associate here ( I miss you Marlon ) and the staff attitude is...well....look up attitude...but we can waste time and money over this bullshit.............GAH . Oh shit....hee hee...Jimmy Olson is now giving directions that sound like the hokey pokey...this is insanely funny now..or the migraine meds are kicking in..your pick. Hee
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Another week of rain..god I don't know if I can take much more. The SIL says that they need it up yonder when she lives and if I could I would send her some.....It's great for the yard...the hydra's love it and Annie is adjusting to being a flying Wallenda...for an out door Kitteh she certainly has become the " Feetsies Wet...Oh Hell No " kinda kitteh..LOL..
CAN WE GO HOME NAOW ?????????????????????????????????????????????
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
The Ultimate Irony
Well kids, just when I think I can't be surprised anymore..............yup. Breaking news that former Enron robber Baron Ken Lay died of a heart attack in Aspen Colorado was a jaw dropper. First of all, the confirmation that he actually had a heart was noted...then the irony that he managed to survive the trialapalooza here in town and hit the big dirt nap out of state was food for more than a bit of thought. Here in H Town we will prepare for the media juggernaut that is looming as the " Media" swarms in to cover all of the varied reactions. I am charitable enough to feel for Ken Lay's family, I know what it is to lose a father . But I can bet with a Certainty that he went the opposite direction that my late, beloved Father did . And there is some justice in that.
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Happily Ms. Munchkin did well with her dental surgery ....$$$$$$$$ not so bad and she has yet to do the sneezies since . I really think that she didn't have allergies as much as the problems that can happen with sinus's and teeth problems . Makes sense that it could happen in felines as well as humans.....and I speak from literal experience. The rest of the feline front is happy also to note that she did return after being carted off in the " Box of Death " as SU and I dubbed the cat carrier. Yes it's morbid , but it helps get through those times when the ticket is one way and your heart is broken. At least I can save on the new scars that come with trying to force a pill down Munchkins throat . Miss Annie is the Queen of Sheba on the patio with her condo and has been introduced to the wonders of catnip.....everybody wang chung tonite ! She has gotten used to the rain at this point which is fortunate as we are going to have it all week. Sigh....oh the headache's will be plenty...I can feel it already.
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I don't know about anybody else but I was perfectly happy to have a rainy 4'th of July. TNT ran a full day marathon on " Law and Order" , and wonder of wonders...some of the eps were new to Moi. Now I remember why I loved that damn'd show so much.....RIP Jerry Orbach. The rain also reduced the amount of fireworks that the little terrorists in our neighborhood could set off. Now don't get me wrong...I love a good fireworks display .....but not at 2 friggan a.m. You can 't throw a rock up or down FM 1960 and not hit a fireworks stand. I am especially impressed with the logic of putting up said fireworks stands at the gas station. I always envision that scene in the Birds where Tippy Hedron and others try to tell the moron at the gas station not to light his smoke while standing in gasoline . Heh ! The problems with the firecrackers et. al is that usually down here we are hot and dry enough by the 4'th that the fire hazzard is a real issue. Especially with those scrubby ass east Texas Pines that you cannot excape...oh well. And where the Hell in the TV schedule did the powers that be list " Yankee Doodle Dandy ?" I don't have many taditions , but some are set in stone. IF it's Christmas , I HAVE to watch "White Christmas ." IF it's the 4'th of July , I HAVE to watch " Yankee Doodle Dandy ." Period....not negotiable....step away from the remote dear . I don 't mess with you during the Ryder Cup do I ? Mess with me and that too will change.
Have what ever the Hell kinda day you want to .....really...this ones on me.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
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Happily Ms. Munchkin did well with her dental surgery ....$$$$$$$$ not so bad and she has yet to do the sneezies since . I really think that she didn't have allergies as much as the problems that can happen with sinus's and teeth problems . Makes sense that it could happen in felines as well as humans.....and I speak from literal experience. The rest of the feline front is happy also to note that she did return after being carted off in the " Box of Death " as SU and I dubbed the cat carrier. Yes it's morbid , but it helps get through those times when the ticket is one way and your heart is broken. At least I can save on the new scars that come with trying to force a pill down Munchkins throat . Miss Annie is the Queen of Sheba on the patio with her condo and has been introduced to the wonders of catnip.....everybody wang chung tonite ! She has gotten used to the rain at this point which is fortunate as we are going to have it all week. Sigh....oh the headache's will be plenty...I can feel it already.
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I don't know about anybody else but I was perfectly happy to have a rainy 4'th of July. TNT ran a full day marathon on " Law and Order" , and wonder of wonders...some of the eps were new to Moi. Now I remember why I loved that damn'd show so much.....RIP Jerry Orbach. The rain also reduced the amount of fireworks that the little terrorists in our neighborhood could set off. Now don't get me wrong...I love a good fireworks display .....but not at 2 friggan a.m. You can 't throw a rock up or down FM 1960 and not hit a fireworks stand. I am especially impressed with the logic of putting up said fireworks stands at the gas station. I always envision that scene in the Birds where Tippy Hedron and others try to tell the moron at the gas station not to light his smoke while standing in gasoline . Heh ! The problems with the firecrackers et. al is that usually down here we are hot and dry enough by the 4'th that the fire hazzard is a real issue. Especially with those scrubby ass east Texas Pines that you cannot excape...oh well. And where the Hell in the TV schedule did the powers that be list " Yankee Doodle Dandy ?" I don't have many taditions , but some are set in stone. IF it's Christmas , I HAVE to watch "White Christmas ." IF it's the 4'th of July , I HAVE to watch " Yankee Doodle Dandy ." Period....not negotiable....step away from the remote dear . I don 't mess with you during the Ryder Cup do I ? Mess with me and that too will change.
Have what ever the Hell kinda day you want to .....really...this ones on me.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Pets, Vets and Cha Ching $$$$$$
Well the weekend thus far has been busy as the title implies.
Munchkin went to the vet this morning. She's been sneezing and sounded a bit congested so off she went. She has allergies. I was fearful of kennel cough and what that could mean as I know that congestion can lead to a variety of kidney related problems so I am relieved that over all she is fine...except that she has a bad tooth . We can't schedule that surgery for a cpl of weeks as she had her rabies booster today but that's on the list. She also got a pawdicure on the back tootsies so she is a happy gurl. I have tried to clip nails on my own and really have no need for a new set of scars .
Annie has her vanity tag now so if she ever wanders off the rez....Annie has discovered the sheer delight of tormenting the pups next door. Here mere presence sets off the bark a thon but I think that when every one gets used to each other it will calm down.
SU discovered the cluster F**k that happens when you go to Wally World for an oil change. The usual joint's credit card machine was kaoput so he opted for WW.
Huge mistake...take a good book..you're gonna be a while .
The rest of the day is nail appt for Moi....JC Penny's for a skivvie run and errands.
Ain't it a glam life Aunty Pol has ?
Have a great weekend..
Aunty Pol
Munchkin went to the vet this morning. She's been sneezing and sounded a bit congested so off she went. She has allergies. I was fearful of kennel cough and what that could mean as I know that congestion can lead to a variety of kidney related problems so I am relieved that over all she is fine...except that she has a bad tooth . We can't schedule that surgery for a cpl of weeks as she had her rabies booster today but that's on the list. She also got a pawdicure on the back tootsies so she is a happy gurl. I have tried to clip nails on my own and really have no need for a new set of scars .
Annie has her vanity tag now so if she ever wanders off the rez....Annie has discovered the sheer delight of tormenting the pups next door. Here mere presence sets off the bark a thon but I think that when every one gets used to each other it will calm down.
SU discovered the cluster F**k that happens when you go to Wally World for an oil change. The usual joint's credit card machine was kaoput so he opted for WW.
Huge mistake...take a good book..you're gonna be a while .
The rest of the day is nail appt for Moi....JC Penny's for a skivvie run and errands.
Ain't it a glam life Aunty Pol has ?
Have a great weekend..
Aunty Pol
Friday, June 09, 2006
It's Friday.....Thank You Jeebus !
Well...today is better than yesterday...marginally but I will take what I can get. As I said in the last blog , I was feeling pretty overwhelmed yesterday. On a side note...of something can be done...or overdone....take overwhelmed......what would whelmed mean ? Think about it....sadly yes, this is the way Aunty Pol's itty bitty brain works.
Anyhoo....and it's hotter than Satan's underoo's . Been this way all week. There is some form of a high pressure cell ( and my sinus's thank you.....NOT) sitting over the top of us ..so the Ozone effect is pretty OMG bad. I mean come on....it's only June 8'th and its 97 f***ing degrees out there ? Yes..this is keeping whatever is in the tropics from us and that's good because most people are still freaked out about last year. SU is profoundly grateful that he is no longer a road warrior....and yet he will go and play golf in this krep. Time to hit Kroger again and stock up on gatorade and bananas . SU gets truely awful leg cramps when it gets like this as he really sweats a helluva lot of potassium . Sigh.....gonna be a long summer .
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I always read the conflict report at the office..I am weird that way. Third item down.....lets just say I hope that the work was a one shot deal...because I KNOW this client....nuff said here. Let's just say SU is happier . Deadbeat clients..what a world....what a world .
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I am soooo glad to have a few days off next week. Of course I will be doing stuff at home..like actually clearing up some of the clutter that has just been working my last nerve . SU and I are not slobs ...not by any stretch of the imagination...but we both work about long days. We leave the house at 7 a.m. and get home about 7 p.m. Thats if we don't have to make any stops on the way. So the mail and krep gets dumped on the pass thru or the dining room table. And I am going to HAVE to start doing laundry during the week. Which I hate . But SU has to take a shower when he gets home...trust me..when he is grinding metal or working with the chrome buffer..it's hit the rain room stinky boy. But..this has doubled the laundry . Again...sigh. And there is a pile of shoes under my dressing table...mine. And the den....
Dear GOD in Heaven...what's it gonna take to clear that up...a 6 pack, a blow torch and a back hoe ?
A lot of it is mine.....but....I swear I am at the point of telling him...that's it.
Why do we have boxes from cell phones that crapped out 3 phones ago ?
I'm leaning toward the backhoe and blowtorch.
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Have a great weekend...
Aunty Pol
Anyhoo....and it's hotter than Satan's underoo's . Been this way all week. There is some form of a high pressure cell ( and my sinus's thank you.....NOT) sitting over the top of us ..so the Ozone effect is pretty OMG bad. I mean come on....it's only June 8'th and its 97 f***ing degrees out there ? Yes..this is keeping whatever is in the tropics from us and that's good because most people are still freaked out about last year. SU is profoundly grateful that he is no longer a road warrior....and yet he will go and play golf in this krep. Time to hit Kroger again and stock up on gatorade and bananas . SU gets truely awful leg cramps when it gets like this as he really sweats a helluva lot of potassium . Sigh.....gonna be a long summer .
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I always read the conflict report at the office..I am weird that way. Third item down.....lets just say I hope that the work was a one shot deal...because I KNOW this client....nuff said here. Let's just say SU is happier . Deadbeat clients..what a world....what a world .
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I am soooo glad to have a few days off next week. Of course I will be doing stuff at home..like actually clearing up some of the clutter that has just been working my last nerve . SU and I are not slobs ...not by any stretch of the imagination...but we both work about long days. We leave the house at 7 a.m. and get home about 7 p.m. Thats if we don't have to make any stops on the way. So the mail and krep gets dumped on the pass thru or the dining room table. And I am going to HAVE to start doing laundry during the week. Which I hate . But SU has to take a shower when he gets home...trust me..when he is grinding metal or working with the chrome buffer..it's hit the rain room stinky boy. But..this has doubled the laundry . Again...sigh. And there is a pile of shoes under my dressing table...mine. And the den....
Dear GOD in Heaven...what's it gonna take to clear that up...a 6 pack, a blow torch and a back hoe ?
A lot of it is mine.....but....I swear I am at the point of telling him...that's it.
Why do we have boxes from cell phones that crapped out 3 phones ago ?
I'm leaning toward the backhoe and blowtorch.
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Have a great weekend...
Aunty Pol
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Lil Orphan Annie Chapter 5 and Whatever
Well kids .... it's like this. We really tried with Annie. She was not mean 't to be an indoor kitty. Period . Much to my lamentations, she was never box trained at all..which for you puppy parental units means ..." She ain' t house broken . It was quickly apparent to me that she was pure D terrified . If an animal can be claustrophobic...that's Annie. The minute we put her back on the patio...she perked up . The Queen of Sheeba is a happy gurl . We are still gonna get her neutered . Her Daddy has made her a collar for her Rabies tag...he so proud of it ...LMAO . Annie was terrified of being indoors..she basically shut down as did the other fearless four. Mom's not having it.
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Today I am feeling more than overwhelmed.
Happy Birthday David and Elizabeth . Today you would have both been 31.
Crap..am I old or what ?
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Other than that Casa de Swamp is messy..I really need to get my shit together..whatever..We work 40 plus hrs a week..If you don't like the mess ...Get Over It . Nuff Said .
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Have what ever kind of day you want....really...go ahead.
Aunty Pol
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Today I am feeling more than overwhelmed.
Happy Birthday David and Elizabeth . Today you would have both been 31.
Crap..am I old or what ?
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Other than that Casa de Swamp is messy..I really need to get my shit together..whatever..We work 40 plus hrs a week..If you don't like the mess ...Get Over It . Nuff Said .
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Have what ever kind of day you want....really...go ahead.
Aunty Pol
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Lil Orphan Annie ~ Pt. 4
Just got a call from SU. Evdently he's worked it out with his new bosses so that we can take the minx to the vet to spend oodles of money. LOL....I really didn't want that deck anyway. I think I will be releaved when this is all done and over with, I know the poor baby wants to be inside , and we have introduced new sibs into the mix before. Loki will want to play...Boshi will hide, Munchkin and Xena will be pissed. Good thing I have my own carpet cleaner . Yes...there will mayhem a plenty . She still prefers to drink from a puddle, but takes her kibble from the bowl. We will have to set up a temp box ( throw down alum pan will do nicely and shredded newspaper..wheee) . She will be fine, her Daddy will be relieved and I will be $$$ poorer. If SU thinks that he's gonna skate on the repayment plan.....bad choice there my dear . REALLY bad.
Yes dear, I know you read the blog......
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Its raining again. It's gonna rain all week. I doubt SU will be able to play golf this Sunday. He will of course go out to the course anyway. Lucky boy is a ossifer in this League of Ordinary Sand Baggin Dawgs . Oh he'll bitch and kvetch and moan about all of the crap and the arguements , but truth be told ..he likes the drama . He knows it....I know it....so I just tune his ass out. Even if they can't play...there will be a tournament on t.v. somewhere on planet Earth and he and the Moron will sit and watch and drink beer and eat really crappy concession food. This is the way that they are, I know it, all the wives know it and it's not gonna change . I shouldn't complain, after all my Brudder is in Arrakis, and my SIL has to do it all herself. But ..there are times......! Oddly enough, SU is not bemoaning the fact that he won't be able to go to the Redneck Riviera this coming August. He knows that is just not in the cards, but he's grateful to have the job so it works out. SU was tickled last week at work. Every month they have a birthday cake for employees . He was one of the ones for May, and being to Noob they made him sit in the middle of it all. SU was amazed that the big boss signed his birthday card, and is beginning to feel like he is fitting in.
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Did some on line research about where the cutest baby on the planet resides. Sounds like a super nice place and it a lot bigger than I originally thought . Yes dear..they have golf out there....I checked. Funny thing tho, the city's web site had no real data about weather . Odd that.
We here are very attuned to the weather , and it's gonna be hard this year. The local rag has been running stories about the aftermath of Katrina and Rita . Season starts tomorrow, Chrome Depot is already selling what-nots and widgits. The fear has not really gone away . It's hard to explain unless you were here . A lot of people think that this is over blown , and to a degree it is .
At the same time, people who usually are pretty even minded about it all are saying we are due. Due to he hit that is. Happy Happy Joy Joy . The Gulf is unusually warm for this time of year , and so we may get hit sooner than the ususal August to September.
And then there is the City of Dallas . Evidently, according to their mayor, they aren't about to take in any evacuees . Okay ..now I understand that they do not have the same sort of facilities that we do. So they say. Do they think that we just opened a box of evac chow and added water ? Oh Hell No. We did what we thought was necessary . We gathered food, worked the Food banks....helped out.....took strangers in . We did it because this is what we do. It could have been and will be us . We know this . The south has a bad reputation . Some deserved , some not. We are not ignorant rednecks. We are not inbred, banjo strummin yahoo's . It is true that there are people that are just dumber than a sack of rocks....but guess what ? They are everywhere, not just south of the Mason Dixon line. I haven't spent a lot of time in San Antonio...and have no use for Dallas. But..I have yet to have any guest of mine come to this city and not be suprised at the genuinely nice people here.....beautiful parks....vibrant downtown and amazing food. I have spent half my life here now, and lived for a bit in Virginia . As the saying goes..." I wasn't born in Texas...but I got here as soon as I could." I can't wait to see the cutest child on the planet , but the thing that amazes me about this town ? It's the first place in my life that ever felt like home. So..of we get smacked this season....Meh....we'll rebuild . Always have, always will.
And Dallas can go to hell.
Have a great day..really...go ahead.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Yes dear, I know you read the blog......
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Its raining again. It's gonna rain all week. I doubt SU will be able to play golf this Sunday. He will of course go out to the course anyway. Lucky boy is a ossifer in this League of Ordinary Sand Baggin Dawgs . Oh he'll bitch and kvetch and moan about all of the crap and the arguements , but truth be told ..he likes the drama . He knows it....I know it....so I just tune his ass out. Even if they can't play...there will be a tournament on t.v. somewhere on planet Earth and he and the Moron will sit and watch and drink beer and eat really crappy concession food. This is the way that they are, I know it, all the wives know it and it's not gonna change . I shouldn't complain, after all my Brudder is in Arrakis, and my SIL has to do it all herself. But ..there are times......! Oddly enough, SU is not bemoaning the fact that he won't be able to go to the Redneck Riviera this coming August. He knows that is just not in the cards, but he's grateful to have the job so it works out. SU was tickled last week at work. Every month they have a birthday cake for employees . He was one of the ones for May, and being to Noob they made him sit in the middle of it all. SU was amazed that the big boss signed his birthday card, and is beginning to feel like he is fitting in.
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Did some on line research about where the cutest baby on the planet resides. Sounds like a super nice place and it a lot bigger than I originally thought . Yes dear..they have golf out there....I checked. Funny thing tho, the city's web site had no real data about weather . Odd that.
We here are very attuned to the weather , and it's gonna be hard this year. The local rag has been running stories about the aftermath of Katrina and Rita . Season starts tomorrow, Chrome Depot is already selling what-nots and widgits. The fear has not really gone away . It's hard to explain unless you were here . A lot of people think that this is over blown , and to a degree it is .
At the same time, people who usually are pretty even minded about it all are saying we are due. Due to he hit that is. Happy Happy Joy Joy . The Gulf is unusually warm for this time of year , and so we may get hit sooner than the ususal August to September.
And then there is the City of Dallas . Evidently, according to their mayor, they aren't about to take in any evacuees . Okay ..now I understand that they do not have the same sort of facilities that we do. So they say. Do they think that we just opened a box of evac chow and added water ? Oh Hell No. We did what we thought was necessary . We gathered food, worked the Food banks....helped out.....took strangers in . We did it because this is what we do. It could have been and will be us . We know this . The south has a bad reputation . Some deserved , some not. We are not ignorant rednecks. We are not inbred, banjo strummin yahoo's . It is true that there are people that are just dumber than a sack of rocks....but guess what ? They are everywhere, not just south of the Mason Dixon line. I haven't spent a lot of time in San Antonio...and have no use for Dallas. But..I have yet to have any guest of mine come to this city and not be suprised at the genuinely nice people here.....beautiful parks....vibrant downtown and amazing food. I have spent half my life here now, and lived for a bit in Virginia . As the saying goes..." I wasn't born in Texas...but I got here as soon as I could." I can't wait to see the cutest child on the planet , but the thing that amazes me about this town ? It's the first place in my life that ever felt like home. So..of we get smacked this season....Meh....we'll rebuild . Always have, always will.
And Dallas can go to hell.
Have a great day..really...go ahead.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Lil Orphan Annie ~ Pt. 3
Well, it rained all damn day yesterday , started in the early morning, thunder boomers and the whole bit. As we say down here , " It's raining sideways ." I woke up about 6: 30 to the sound of thunder so loud , I almost thought the house had been hit. No, I am not kidding. All four of the furr folk were under the covers, SU was on the computer. I asked him to go check on Annie , because I know for a fact that she is scared to death of storms. The day her daddy brought her home was also rainy and she high tailed it to the hibiscus bed next to the arbor. Off he goes to check on her, she was on my chair , so he goes and gets one of his big golf umbrella's to set up as a canopy of sorts for her. Don't question it, this is his way .
Annie is gone.
He looked every where. All over our yard. The old Bat's yard. The NG's yard. Across the streets....down the block..under cars....in pouring rain.
Nada
Zip
Poof
Neither of us had realized before this point how very attached we'd become to the little minx.
I got dressed and went out too, calling her name like an insane person. I had an appointment in town so we had to leave at noon, but I swear , I looked out the window every ten minutes to see if she was on the patio.
Off we went, hoping and praying that when we got home , she'd be there . Facing the fact that she might be really gone...forever. Knowing she will be an indoor kitteh if she comes home .
Here she comes through the arbor...lah de dah .... SU freaked and grabs her and loved on her and fussed at her ...." You didn't even leave a note.."
SU : " Honey, I have good news and bad news. "
Moi : " Tell me the good news. "
SU : " Good news......Annie came home."
Moi : " Huzzah...and the bad news ?"
SU : " She's ours now..she knows it."
Sheesh .....
Have a great week.....really go ahead
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Annie is gone.
He looked every where. All over our yard. The old Bat's yard. The NG's yard. Across the streets....down the block..under cars....in pouring rain.
Nada
Zip
Poof
Neither of us had realized before this point how very attached we'd become to the little minx.
I got dressed and went out too, calling her name like an insane person. I had an appointment in town so we had to leave at noon, but I swear , I looked out the window every ten minutes to see if she was on the patio.
Off we went, hoping and praying that when we got home , she'd be there . Facing the fact that she might be really gone...forever. Knowing she will be an indoor kitteh if she comes home .
Here she comes through the arbor...lah de dah .... SU freaked and grabs her and loved on her and fussed at her ...." You didn't even leave a note.."
SU : " Honey, I have good news and bad news. "
Moi : " Tell me the good news. "
SU : " Good news......Annie came home."
Moi : " Huzzah...and the bad news ?"
SU : " She's ours now..she knows it."
Sheesh .....
Have a great week.....really go ahead
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Revelations
There are times when you learn things about a person you thought you so completely knew that you are stunned beyond words. SU decided to clean out a part of his closet to organize work clothes. Ordinarily this is not prose worthy...and yet. On the floor of his closet was a large manilla envelope, which upon further inspection , revealed some things belonging to my late mother. One of those items was her high school year book from 1947, the year she graduated from Winthrop High School. I don't recall seeing this before....ever.
Curiosity got the better of me so I started to thumb through it.
Then I had to sit down. I never knew that my mother was the feature editor of the yearbook. Bear in mind that Winthrop was and still is a very tiny town in Minnesota . her class was very small, so there must have logically been a lot of competition for a few choice spots. The school, grades K - 12 are all in one building . This was true in 1947 and still true in 1968 when I also attended the school . I never realized that my mother had the same passion for writing that I do.
She also graduated with honors, lettered in band and choir and was a member of the schools glee club all through her high school years. I always knew that she at one time had possessed a beautiful voice, it stood to reason since her father was one of the local Lutheran Ministers . But I never knew that she was considered to have been actually gifted in music according to the comments from her teachers which are written by them in the yearbook.
I also never knew just how popular she was. Entry after entry from her classmates, male and female attest to this. Her beauty, humor and sense of fun come up again and again in these comments. Remember also, this is just after the war. These kids were not flighty or silly, they were sincere and genuine in their friendships . These bright and shining faces meant every word that they wrote, that comes out loud and clear with each of their words. Many of them, my mother included were excited to go off to Gustavus Adolphus or G.A as they called it. I also learned from one comment from one of her closest gal pals that MY MOTHER Hitchhiked to New Ulm and back. That stunned me. It seems so completely foreign to me to think of her doing that on a lark. For the fun of it. Fun ? My Mother ?????????????????????????
I read and re-read each and every comment and have such a completely different concept of her at that age. I matched names and pictures to comments, and I looked at her face over and over again. She really was quite beautiful . Young and eager, she looked like she could have taken on the world.
This makes her life tragic to me when I think about it. Why did she feel the need to hide her intellect ? Was this what a mid century female had to do to be accepted ? She certainly never, ever encouraged me in any form of academia ....ever. Was this her way of somehow trying to protect me from a dissapointing life ? She never graduated from G.A , and I don't think she ever got over that. She had two brothers very close in age and considering my grandfathers paltry salary, even with scholarships...something had to give . We all know who that was. She never begrudged this to her brothers, whom she loved so completely . But it was unfair to her. I am outraged at the life that was wasted. She always hid her talents, it wasn't proper to exceed. She was the wife of a Naval Officer and a mother. I guess this is the only thing in life she felt she could excell at. And when she couldn't sustain the illlusion she drank until the pain and the reality were a blur . I really understand that now.
Deep in my heart and soul I will mourn the loss of a person I really would have liked to have known . I would have liked her...a hell of a lot. I have a silver name bracelet with seven or eight names on it. I can now identify all those girls who were so close and chose to honor their friendships by having these bracelets made. These girls are real to me now and not an abstract anymore.
Goodnite Betts .
There is one person here that now knows how bright and pretty and popular you were . I am proud to be your daughter and I love you.
Take a moment this weekend to stop and understand what Memorial Day really means..it's worth the time .
Ciao,
Aunty Pol .
Curiosity got the better of me so I started to thumb through it.
Then I had to sit down. I never knew that my mother was the feature editor of the yearbook. Bear in mind that Winthrop was and still is a very tiny town in Minnesota . her class was very small, so there must have logically been a lot of competition for a few choice spots. The school, grades K - 12 are all in one building . This was true in 1947 and still true in 1968 when I also attended the school . I never realized that my mother had the same passion for writing that I do.
She also graduated with honors, lettered in band and choir and was a member of the schools glee club all through her high school years. I always knew that she at one time had possessed a beautiful voice, it stood to reason since her father was one of the local Lutheran Ministers . But I never knew that she was considered to have been actually gifted in music according to the comments from her teachers which are written by them in the yearbook.
I also never knew just how popular she was. Entry after entry from her classmates, male and female attest to this. Her beauty, humor and sense of fun come up again and again in these comments. Remember also, this is just after the war. These kids were not flighty or silly, they were sincere and genuine in their friendships . These bright and shining faces meant every word that they wrote, that comes out loud and clear with each of their words. Many of them, my mother included were excited to go off to Gustavus Adolphus or G.A as they called it. I also learned from one comment from one of her closest gal pals that MY MOTHER Hitchhiked to New Ulm and back. That stunned me. It seems so completely foreign to me to think of her doing that on a lark. For the fun of it. Fun ? My Mother ?????????????????????????
I read and re-read each and every comment and have such a completely different concept of her at that age. I matched names and pictures to comments, and I looked at her face over and over again. She really was quite beautiful . Young and eager, she looked like she could have taken on the world.
This makes her life tragic to me when I think about it. Why did she feel the need to hide her intellect ? Was this what a mid century female had to do to be accepted ? She certainly never, ever encouraged me in any form of academia ....ever. Was this her way of somehow trying to protect me from a dissapointing life ? She never graduated from G.A , and I don't think she ever got over that. She had two brothers very close in age and considering my grandfathers paltry salary, even with scholarships...something had to give . We all know who that was. She never begrudged this to her brothers, whom she loved so completely . But it was unfair to her. I am outraged at the life that was wasted. She always hid her talents, it wasn't proper to exceed. She was the wife of a Naval Officer and a mother. I guess this is the only thing in life she felt she could excell at. And when she couldn't sustain the illlusion she drank until the pain and the reality were a blur . I really understand that now.
Deep in my heart and soul I will mourn the loss of a person I really would have liked to have known . I would have liked her...a hell of a lot. I have a silver name bracelet with seven or eight names on it. I can now identify all those girls who were so close and chose to honor their friendships by having these bracelets made. These girls are real to me now and not an abstract anymore.
Goodnite Betts .
There is one person here that now knows how bright and pretty and popular you were . I am proud to be your daughter and I love you.
Take a moment this weekend to stop and understand what Memorial Day really means..it's worth the time .
Ciao,
Aunty Pol .
Friday, May 26, 2006
Lil Orphan Annie ~ Pt. 2
Well gang....It looks like Annie will be going to the vet sooner rather than later. One of the HG's caught her in their yard yesterday looking at the parrots in the outdoor bird's room. No..she couldn't have gotten in due to the wooden lattice that covers the walls..but she almost got cornered by Gumbo and Quinten, 2 of the 4 Shi Tzu's that the NG's have. If they had cornered her, they might have killed her and I can't say anything about that . It's instinct and their yard. NG returned her home and I hope she was sufficently scared by the dogs to think twice.
But...dear Gawd..the vet bill ! If you add up the exam, shots, flea dip, neutering, declawing and medical waste fee ( used syringes) ...damn...it's close to $600.00 . Yup.....I added it up . SU went to Petsmart yesterday on the way home , ( Moi was home with a Migraine ~ SIL >>I know where of you speak ) and got the run down. SU was going to dsave up the funds to cover the fees...but neither of us realized the higher costs. The trips were done I guess about 6 years ago and they weren't that much . So Mommy will schedule her and then take a day or 2 off while she recooperates and I begin the " Why can't we all get along ?"
Yeah...I've gotten to spend a bit of time with the minx, and she is a cutie . I just don't like to be forced into anything, a tribal trait ~ LOL . She's gonna be a sofa surfer tho which will make her Daddy happy since losing Jakey J . Munchkin and the trips are not the type to lie down and watch t.v. with their Daddy. They will walk across the top of the sofa but that's about it.
Damn.....I hate taking money out of savings....but I'd hate to lose her and then deal with what that might or might not do to our relationship with the NG's . They are the kind of neighbors you want to hang on to friendship ~ wise.
Oh well.......
All y'all have a safe and wonderful Holiday weekend.
Ciao
Aunty Pol
But...dear Gawd..the vet bill ! If you add up the exam, shots, flea dip, neutering, declawing and medical waste fee ( used syringes) ...damn...it's close to $600.00 . Yup.....I added it up . SU went to Petsmart yesterday on the way home , ( Moi was home with a Migraine ~ SIL >>I know where of you speak ) and got the run down. SU was going to dsave up the funds to cover the fees...but neither of us realized the higher costs. The trips were done I guess about 6 years ago and they weren't that much . So Mommy will schedule her and then take a day or 2 off while she recooperates and I begin the " Why can't we all get along ?"
Yeah...I've gotten to spend a bit of time with the minx, and she is a cutie . I just don't like to be forced into anything, a tribal trait ~ LOL . She's gonna be a sofa surfer tho which will make her Daddy happy since losing Jakey J . Munchkin and the trips are not the type to lie down and watch t.v. with their Daddy. They will walk across the top of the sofa but that's about it.
Damn.....I hate taking money out of savings....but I'd hate to lose her and then deal with what that might or might not do to our relationship with the NG's . They are the kind of neighbors you want to hang on to friendship ~ wise.
Oh well.......
All y'all have a safe and wonderful Holiday weekend.
Ciao
Aunty Pol
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Oye....I have officially lost it !
What am I thinking ...................???????? As many of you know I have been involved with an on line group of role playing gamers or rpg'rs for about 4 years now. The game that we play and write about is Dune by the late Frank Herbert . I have played as a major house, House Moritani for just about the whole game. The same group has played together, knows each others real life names and so forth. We are a tight group . The game has gone through various versions and we tinker with it but it is pretty much the same. Till now.
Lonestarfedaykin, the GM or game master has just asked me if I would be willing to step away from House Moritani and run the Bene Gesserit aspect of the game. Yup..ol Pol here is gonna lose her mind, but it will be fun. I am like the third aspect of the game..not a game manager, but anyone who's read Dune will understand how important the BG's were. The other players are gonna freak out because I have been so loyal to Moritani thru all the incantations that Lone suggested I legally change my name to Moritani..LOL.
But....the writing was getting stale for Moirtani..I had no direction to take my characters that was new. And...all of the other players knew how I would play as Moritani. It became predictible....now that all changes.
And I can promise you ..if you have seen the mini series...those assinine hats that the BG's wore are gone.
What a hoot...
Can't wait..
Have what ever kind of day you want to ...really...go ahead
Ciao,
Aunty Pol aka Reverend Mother Boudicca of the Bene Gesserit Order
Lonestarfedaykin, the GM or game master has just asked me if I would be willing to step away from House Moritani and run the Bene Gesserit aspect of the game. Yup..ol Pol here is gonna lose her mind, but it will be fun. I am like the third aspect of the game..not a game manager, but anyone who's read Dune will understand how important the BG's were. The other players are gonna freak out because I have been so loyal to Moritani thru all the incantations that Lone suggested I legally change my name to Moritani..LOL.
But....the writing was getting stale for Moirtani..I had no direction to take my characters that was new. And...all of the other players knew how I would play as Moritani. It became predictible....now that all changes.
And I can promise you ..if you have seen the mini series...those assinine hats that the BG's wore are gone.
What a hoot...
Can't wait..
Have what ever kind of day you want to ...really...go ahead
Ciao,
Aunty Pol aka Reverend Mother Boudicca of the Bene Gesserit Order
Dibs and Dabs
Well , it appears that life at Casa de Swamp is getting back to what passes for normal.....LMAO .
SU blathered all the way home about the potential of grilling something or doing beer butt chiggin or some such. I as is my custom tune this out so it went like " Blah blah blah..chiggin...blah blah blah ....brisket....potatoe salad ...blah blah blah...shortcake....blah blah blab blah............. " Whatevs dude . As usual, SU completely overthinks the plan . Part of the problem is that one of the NG's has only had one day off in the last month due to work , so she's sorely missed by all. The other NG is most likely going to go home to see her folks. Her father's health is failing..yeah..it bites. Anyhoo, if she doesn't do that I suspect that she and El Jeffe may be busy with the limo bidness as there is at least one graduation I know of this weekend. And then there is the simple fact that SU overthinks almost everything....over plans...over does. Example : We go to New Orleans for 5 days. Woooo Hoooooo ! Favorite city to play in . Now, contrary to the usual, Aunty Pol knows hows many days skivvies to pack etc. etc. It takes me about 10 minutes to pack ...period. Hisself on the other hand is packed a bloody week in advance. I kid you not here . Used to drive me bat sh*t..and still does. I will admit however that his organizational skills came in very handy when we had to fly out when Daddy died. And yes...I did tell SU thanks for taking care and knowing which black suit I would wear and shoes and such. But............................he does tend to over plan. He always asks what we are doing on the coming weekend....amd unless it is the nails/golf one..I plan nada . Usually my plans are either the usual laundry and such..or ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ . With the work schedule we have, a lot of times by the weekend I am just beat . But he's gotta ask. It took me a while to realize that he knows I plan nada.....so.....on the off chance that the Moron calls re golf....there is a very good chance that I will tell SU to get the hell out of the casa and go chase the lil white one.
And Aunty Pol is on to their plans.......mwahahahaha . Still....after the last 5 weeks he's had...yeah ..whazt the hell...go play....
SU blathered all the way home about the potential of grilling something or doing beer butt chiggin or some such. I as is my custom tune this out so it went like " Blah blah blah..chiggin...blah blah blah ....brisket....potatoe salad ...blah blah blah...shortcake....blah blah blab blah............. " Whatevs dude . As usual, SU completely overthinks the plan . Part of the problem is that one of the NG's has only had one day off in the last month due to work , so she's sorely missed by all. The other NG is most likely going to go home to see her folks. Her father's health is failing..yeah..it bites. Anyhoo, if she doesn't do that I suspect that she and El Jeffe may be busy with the limo bidness as there is at least one graduation I know of this weekend. And then there is the simple fact that SU overthinks almost everything....over plans...over does. Example : We go to New Orleans for 5 days. Woooo Hoooooo ! Favorite city to play in . Now, contrary to the usual, Aunty Pol knows hows many days skivvies to pack etc. etc. It takes me about 10 minutes to pack ...period. Hisself on the other hand is packed a bloody week in advance. I kid you not here . Used to drive me bat sh*t..and still does. I will admit however that his organizational skills came in very handy when we had to fly out when Daddy died. And yes...I did tell SU thanks for taking care and knowing which black suit I would wear and shoes and such. But............................he does tend to over plan. He always asks what we are doing on the coming weekend....amd unless it is the nails/golf one..I plan nada . Usually my plans are either the usual laundry and such..or ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ . With the work schedule we have, a lot of times by the weekend I am just beat . But he's gotta ask. It took me a while to realize that he knows I plan nada.....so.....on the off chance that the Moron calls re golf....there is a very good chance that I will tell SU to get the hell out of the casa and go chase the lil white one.
And Aunty Pol is on to their plans.......mwahahahaha . Still....after the last 5 weeks he's had...yeah ..whazt the hell...go play....
Friday, May 19, 2006
Happy Happy Happy Me
There are some things that don't change in memories . I find this to be more and more true the older I get .
You are my age if you can identify the following character names and what show they came from :
Jason Bolt
Aaron Stemple
Candy Pruitt
Biddie Cloom
Big Swede
Capt. " Fish Face " Clancy
Miss Lottie
Joshua Bolt
Miss Essie
Jeremy Bolt
Got ya stumped don't I ?
LOL
All right, I can hear you all shaking your heads...WTF is Pol blathering on about now ?
Courtesy of Amazon.com , ( aka why the hell didn't I buy stock in them , damn you Jeff Bezos) Aunty Pol is the proud owner of the complete first season of " Here Comes The Brides."
Whoooooooo Hoooooooooooooooooo
I can't tell you how much I loved the show and the massive, huge, sincere teenage crush I had on Robert ( Jason Bolt) Brown . All the other girls had crushes on Bobby Sherman ( ! ) or David Soul . Of course this was back when David Soul was cute and not some washed up booze hound actor who likes to hit women .
Obviously the show is based on " Seven Brides For Seven Brothers " and while Bobby Sherman is no Howard Keel ( Yum) , it was pleasent and romantic and the scenery was beautiful. It wasn't until years later whenI actually lived and ultimately escaped Washington State that I realized how far the illusion and the reality were apart from each other. My experience was and will remain a tad more " Twin Peaks " than Bridal Veil Mountain .
All my girlfriends were more like Candace ( Candy ) Pruitt than I was . In particular, one who had the highschool nickname of LeStrade ( and you know who you are ) had boyfriends from git go. Me....LOL . I always felt that I was more like Susan Tolsky's character of Biddie Cloom. Thick glasses, awkward gait and voice , yup...that's Aunt Pol at the age of 13. I did have a boyfriend or 2 , but these guys were more like the guys that knew they would never make the cut with the Candy Pruitt's of the world..us second stringers usually gravitated towards each other in some form of blind recognition of that being our part in the teenage food chain. Thus did Aunty Pol grasp that the male of the species is just as insecure as the female ....and it's all of the process of growing up.
In the end, the irony of the show is that while everybody who watched the show wondered if that week was the week that Candy and Jeremy would become engaged and then married.....Miss Biddie Cloom beat them to the alter . Of course, if memory serves, the groom was either some sort of inept con man or the hapless victim of one.
And they say art imitates life.......HAH ! Oh wait, that would explain Husband number one to a degree.
EEPS
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Tomorrow is SU 's birfday...whoo hoo. He is pretty cool about things like that and only gets wiggins when it is the decade ones...don't ask me why.....I haven't been able to understand that issue at all and no longer try. I am going to buy him the new Patricia Cornwall book, and I'm even going so far as to buy it at the local bricks and mortar so he can actually read it first . Ain't I just the nicest wifey-poo ?? He is going to play golf on Sunday so I am going to pay for the greens fees for this one . You get to a point after so many years that you run out of ideas or money or both , so you ultimately end up asking the spouse . " What the hell do you want this year ? " We buy things throughout the year for each other, and although I did cheat on our last anniversary and got him a gift, this plan has worked out .
You are my age if you can identify the following character names and what show they came from :
Jason Bolt
Aaron Stemple
Candy Pruitt
Biddie Cloom
Big Swede
Capt. " Fish Face " Clancy
Miss Lottie
Joshua Bolt
Miss Essie
Jeremy Bolt
Got ya stumped don't I ?
LOL
All right, I can hear you all shaking your heads...WTF is Pol blathering on about now ?
Courtesy of Amazon.com , ( aka why the hell didn't I buy stock in them , damn you Jeff Bezos) Aunty Pol is the proud owner of the complete first season of " Here Comes The Brides."
Whoooooooo Hoooooooooooooooooo
I can't tell you how much I loved the show and the massive, huge, sincere teenage crush I had on Robert ( Jason Bolt) Brown . All the other girls had crushes on Bobby Sherman ( ! ) or David Soul . Of course this was back when David Soul was cute and not some washed up booze hound actor who likes to hit women .
Obviously the show is based on " Seven Brides For Seven Brothers " and while Bobby Sherman is no Howard Keel ( Yum) , it was pleasent and romantic and the scenery was beautiful. It wasn't until years later whenI actually lived and ultimately escaped Washington State that I realized how far the illusion and the reality were apart from each other. My experience was and will remain a tad more " Twin Peaks " than Bridal Veil Mountain .
All my girlfriends were more like Candace ( Candy ) Pruitt than I was . In particular, one who had the highschool nickname of LeStrade ( and you know who you are ) had boyfriends from git go. Me....LOL . I always felt that I was more like Susan Tolsky's character of Biddie Cloom. Thick glasses, awkward gait and voice , yup...that's Aunt Pol at the age of 13. I did have a boyfriend or 2 , but these guys were more like the guys that knew they would never make the cut with the Candy Pruitt's of the world..us second stringers usually gravitated towards each other in some form of blind recognition of that being our part in the teenage food chain. Thus did Aunty Pol grasp that the male of the species is just as insecure as the female ....and it's all of the process of growing up.
In the end, the irony of the show is that while everybody who watched the show wondered if that week was the week that Candy and Jeremy would become engaged and then married.....Miss Biddie Cloom beat them to the alter . Of course, if memory serves, the groom was either some sort of inept con man or the hapless victim of one.
And they say art imitates life.......HAH ! Oh wait, that would explain Husband number one to a degree.
EEPS
___________________________________________________________________
Tomorrow is SU 's birfday...whoo hoo. He is pretty cool about things like that and only gets wiggins when it is the decade ones...don't ask me why.....I haven't been able to understand that issue at all and no longer try. I am going to buy him the new Patricia Cornwall book, and I'm even going so far as to buy it at the local bricks and mortar so he can actually read it first . Ain't I just the nicest wifey-poo ?? He is going to play golf on Sunday so I am going to pay for the greens fees for this one . You get to a point after so many years that you run out of ideas or money or both , so you ultimately end up asking the spouse . " What the hell do you want this year ? " We buy things throughout the year for each other, and although I did cheat on our last anniversary and got him a gift, this plan has worked out .
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Lil Orphan Annie ~ Pt 1
Well, she's all set up on the patio, made herself right at home like it was meant to be. She is a very sweet girl and Aunty Pol's icy old heart is thawed a bit . Her Daddy loves her already and is all " We gotta do this that and the other " over her , but this is his way . Annie is fascinated by the bird feeder and all of the dinner guests, tho thankfully the primary feeder is rather tall and on a shepards crook . One bonus is that she may in fact keep the tree rats at bay so I can put up the sling shot. I'd gotten pretty good lobbing acorns at their furry ass's ...LOL. The indoor tribe is somewhat aware that she is there, but they are used to neighbor cats being on their patio. Before the current NG's moved in on the corner, previous owners had 2 cats that thought our yard was theirs , which was fine. There was no fence at the time so it was in a way. I'd set out water and such for the visitors especially in our rather hot summers, yeah ..Aunty Pol is a pushover too.
I can tell that she is used to being someones baby, and she is very calm considering her age....so hopefully it will work out .
However, SU has been told in no uncertain terms and in plain english that it he does this again....he will be the one needing the new home !
Have what ever kind of day you want to..really...go ahead .
Ciao
Aunty Pol
I can tell that she is used to being someones baby, and she is very calm considering her age....so hopefully it will work out .
However, SU has been told in no uncertain terms and in plain english that it he does this again....he will be the one needing the new home !
Have what ever kind of day you want to..really...go ahead .
Ciao
Aunty Pol
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Sand Bagged Again
GRRRRR
We didn't go for Thai food last night, the Crazy Cajun's wife decided for Carrabbas which is fine since they have the yummiest steamed mussels in a wine and garlic sauce which Aunty Pol just loves......wheeee . Fun dinner with good friends, talked a lot about the tragic car fatality of their son's best friend. I think it helped them both to be able to talk and share feelings over it all. SU and I spent most of the day cleaning the Seitch which needed it badly on the off chance that we'd all troop back here for coffee's .
After a bit SU and I went out to the ice house and had a last glass of wine , one of the NG's and the other neighbor came over..yes ...the crazy old bat who lives next door. Whom I am about to kill. Seriously . She walks every morning around the sub-division and discovered an abandoned cat. I said no ! NO NO NO ~~~NO ! She seemed okay with that response...stupid of me to think that. She's just gotten a new puppy...a baby Lassie..the CUTEST thing on the planet by the way , named Maddie . We call it a night and Stupid me thinks the kitten issue is closed..
Think again Pol .
Think again.
SU gets up early to wash Pearl the wonder car and the crazy old bat tells him of said kitten situation. SU has not met a kitten he does not like by the way . Off he plods on a mission. The next thing I know as I stumble towards the coffee pot is that SU is out on the patio talking to someone . No..he's talking to this damn'd kitten . She's about 4 - 5 months old, a marmalade with I promise you orange gold eyes..cute in a freaky way. We did not discuss this at all . He just took it upon himself. I said fine..she's an out door cat. Whatevs. And he proceeds to work on me. Nope..no sir. I told him that if he was determined to do this , he'd have to pay for a full physical at the vet, a flea dip, shots and neutering. And declawing. Himself....not Me . I figured that would stop him short as he realized that he wasn't going to get my atm card . He sets out water and kibble, and goes off to see his Mom for Mothers Day. I do peek out now and then to check out the lil orphan . Then it starts to rain just before he gets home..big huge thunder boomers and the whole bit. Well...I did feel bad so we located her in one of the flower beds behind/under the hibiscus and we toweled her down. SU got one of the cat carriers and I put a towel in it for Lil Orphan Annie...I am not mean, but we have 4 indoor cats already and I am not sure I want to add another one into the mix just yet. That requires one of us to be home for a cpl days to supervise the mayhem , and he's in a new job....so guess who it would fall upon......yup. Moi.
I suspect fairly soon I will have a new indoor cat.
Lil Orphan Annie .
She has a name and I am doomed....doomed I say .
I'm still po'd at the old bat . As NG said " If she was so bloody concerned, why didn't she take it in ?"
No need when there is a couple of suckers next door.
GRRRRR.
Have a great week.
Aunty Pol
We didn't go for Thai food last night, the Crazy Cajun's wife decided for Carrabbas which is fine since they have the yummiest steamed mussels in a wine and garlic sauce which Aunty Pol just loves......wheeee . Fun dinner with good friends, talked a lot about the tragic car fatality of their son's best friend. I think it helped them both to be able to talk and share feelings over it all. SU and I spent most of the day cleaning the Seitch which needed it badly on the off chance that we'd all troop back here for coffee's .
After a bit SU and I went out to the ice house and had a last glass of wine , one of the NG's and the other neighbor came over..yes ...the crazy old bat who lives next door. Whom I am about to kill. Seriously . She walks every morning around the sub-division and discovered an abandoned cat. I said no ! NO NO NO ~~~NO ! She seemed okay with that response...stupid of me to think that. She's just gotten a new puppy...a baby Lassie..the CUTEST thing on the planet by the way , named Maddie . We call it a night and Stupid me thinks the kitten issue is closed..
Think again Pol .
Think again.
SU gets up early to wash Pearl the wonder car and the crazy old bat tells him of said kitten situation. SU has not met a kitten he does not like by the way . Off he plods on a mission. The next thing I know as I stumble towards the coffee pot is that SU is out on the patio talking to someone . No..he's talking to this damn'd kitten . She's about 4 - 5 months old, a marmalade with I promise you orange gold eyes..cute in a freaky way. We did not discuss this at all . He just took it upon himself. I said fine..she's an out door cat. Whatevs. And he proceeds to work on me. Nope..no sir. I told him that if he was determined to do this , he'd have to pay for a full physical at the vet, a flea dip, shots and neutering. And declawing. Himself....not Me . I figured that would stop him short as he realized that he wasn't going to get my atm card . He sets out water and kibble, and goes off to see his Mom for Mothers Day. I do peek out now and then to check out the lil orphan . Then it starts to rain just before he gets home..big huge thunder boomers and the whole bit. Well...I did feel bad so we located her in one of the flower beds behind/under the hibiscus and we toweled her down. SU got one of the cat carriers and I put a towel in it for Lil Orphan Annie...I am not mean, but we have 4 indoor cats already and I am not sure I want to add another one into the mix just yet. That requires one of us to be home for a cpl days to supervise the mayhem , and he's in a new job....so guess who it would fall upon......yup. Moi.
I suspect fairly soon I will have a new indoor cat.
Lil Orphan Annie .
She has a name and I am doomed....doomed I say .
I'm still po'd at the old bat . As NG said " If she was so bloody concerned, why didn't she take it in ?"
No need when there is a couple of suckers next door.
GRRRRR.
Have a great week.
Aunty Pol
Friday, May 12, 2006
Wonders Never Cease Pt 1
Just when I have SU figured out, even after almost 18 years of marriage ..he suprises me. The Crazy Cajun and his wife want to get together for dinner tomorrow night for a belated birthday for me and an early one for SU . Meh...nothing new there...sort of a Flintstones and Rubble thingy . We 've been wanting to get together but life has had a way lately of ..yeah I know , BFD.
Anyhoo...SU then asks how I feel about Tai food........................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bear in mind that SU is a 'Nam vet. Now, it's not the culture or anything like that ...Memories and one's senses can be very much tied together. SU and I pride ourselves on not taking anyones race or gender into any sort of consideration one way or the other. We tend to see most people in one of two lights...you're either an idiot or you are not. That's pretty much it. And it usually works out . He's always said that if I want to eat Chinese or Japanese food to go right ahead.....just go with out him. So needless to say you could have knocked me over when he asked about Tai food. This will be interesting...Wanna bet SU turns green before the night is over ????...Yeah ..I am that evil .
On a brighter note , my NIL sent new pictures of the prettiest baby in the known Universe. Her Nana is going to go out to visit so I need to get the arse in gear and send a throw down camera Nana's way so I can get some real old fashioned photos to frame and hang in the Rogues gallery at the Casa. I am trying not to be jealous of my SIL , after all it is HER Grand Child...and so far I have been successful , but until we get the finances back in order....sigh. I can't bring this up to SU either , since he will tail spin into a huge vat of the guilts..which is crap by the way ...but I know him . Plus...the kids havent been at their jobs very long..less than a year so their vacation options are limited....and therefore...the kids need to have the time to spend with my SIL . Not me...I will be happy to get photo's .
The summer may not be officially here but you can't tell by the weather. It's HOT....I've been known to greet out of town guests with the phrase " Welcome to Singapore " , since the hunidity is pretty much the same according to my late father . After last year I guess we are all a bit apprehensive about the season. Hurricane season . We just call it the season . From June 1 to November 30'th, every year..if you live down here long enough you automatically follow the season. We'd all gotten a bit complaicent about it , I'm the first one to admit it. H town is usually spared, the storms go east and hit NOLA or they go west and hit Brownsville or Corpus . But not last year....trust me here gang...unless you live here ...you have no idea how bad it was. The water in the Gulf is already too warm for this time of year, and we all just have this tiny feeling . I just hope that the evac plan is better than last year. A lot of the family and out of town friends didn't understand why SU and I didn't pack up the furr folk and leave. The answer was simple . Gasoline...the lines that you saw on the TV's of the stalled cars and people on foot were not exagerated. IF anything it was understated as opposed to the reality. Every area has some form of severe weather . I've lived through bas snow storms and frozen pipes. My late father experienced earth quakes in the City . At least we can track ours.....we'll see how this year goes. As long as I remember to buy a freaking manual can opener......LOL.
Have a great weekend...really..go ahead..you deserve it.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Anyhoo...SU then asks how I feel about Tai food........................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bear in mind that SU is a 'Nam vet. Now, it's not the culture or anything like that ...Memories and one's senses can be very much tied together. SU and I pride ourselves on not taking anyones race or gender into any sort of consideration one way or the other. We tend to see most people in one of two lights...you're either an idiot or you are not. That's pretty much it. And it usually works out . He's always said that if I want to eat Chinese or Japanese food to go right ahead.....just go with out him. So needless to say you could have knocked me over when he asked about Tai food. This will be interesting...Wanna bet SU turns green before the night is over ????...Yeah ..I am that evil .
On a brighter note , my NIL sent new pictures of the prettiest baby in the known Universe. Her Nana is going to go out to visit so I need to get the arse in gear and send a throw down camera Nana's way so I can get some real old fashioned photos to frame and hang in the Rogues gallery at the Casa. I am trying not to be jealous of my SIL , after all it is HER Grand Child...and so far I have been successful , but until we get the finances back in order....sigh. I can't bring this up to SU either , since he will tail spin into a huge vat of the guilts..which is crap by the way ...but I know him . Plus...the kids havent been at their jobs very long..less than a year so their vacation options are limited....and therefore...the kids need to have the time to spend with my SIL . Not me...I will be happy to get photo's .
The summer may not be officially here but you can't tell by the weather. It's HOT....I've been known to greet out of town guests with the phrase " Welcome to Singapore " , since the hunidity is pretty much the same according to my late father . After last year I guess we are all a bit apprehensive about the season. Hurricane season . We just call it the season . From June 1 to November 30'th, every year..if you live down here long enough you automatically follow the season. We'd all gotten a bit complaicent about it , I'm the first one to admit it. H town is usually spared, the storms go east and hit NOLA or they go west and hit Brownsville or Corpus . But not last year....trust me here gang...unless you live here ...you have no idea how bad it was. The water in the Gulf is already too warm for this time of year, and we all just have this tiny feeling . I just hope that the evac plan is better than last year. A lot of the family and out of town friends didn't understand why SU and I didn't pack up the furr folk and leave. The answer was simple . Gasoline...the lines that you saw on the TV's of the stalled cars and people on foot were not exagerated. IF anything it was understated as opposed to the reality. Every area has some form of severe weather . I've lived through bas snow storms and frozen pipes. My late father experienced earth quakes in the City . At least we can track ours.....we'll see how this year goes. As long as I remember to buy a freaking manual can opener......LOL.
Have a great weekend...really..go ahead..you deserve it.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
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