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

One little word .

It's stunning how one little six letter word can send you straight into a tail spin. SU says that he got some sleep last night , which I doubt. I surely did not . Mr. Alarm clock and I have a date...every hour on the hour. Today is gonna be a very long day .

We found out yesterday early in the evening that SU's brother in law has cancer. Prostate cancer. The bone and liver scans look fine, and I don't know if the report on the Lymph nodes is back or not. So off again to MD Anderson, which thankfully is the best cancer treatment center in the country if not the world. Our family knows this place all too well . Prostate cancer is not rare, and in some ways one of those cancers that some think of as routine. Yes, I know the definition of cancer all too well. But you cannot dismiss any cancer as routine, it never is. The fear never is routine, the what if's pile up and for just a moment the world stops spinning. Hopefully , they caught it early, but it's a waiting game....and it's never easy. SU and I will go about our business, trying not to dwell on the possibilities , and sleep deprivation.

Jesus H Tap Dancing Christ

Now I have really seen it all. I come back from a lunch date with a cheese burger...and what to my wondering eyes does appear ????????????? A woman sitting on the sofa . Nada new there. The new part was the female fruit of her loins..............ON ROLLER BLADES IN THE RECEPTION AREA.....ON OUR ITALIAN MARBLE FLOORS.

Dearhearts..I am not making this up...I am clever ..but not this much. After I pick up my jaw...I realize that this is an accident just waiting to happen....oh jeebus . Knowing that the ptb's that I would normally go to were not here today , I went to a partner that I could trust to take it a bit further. Mission accomplished . I don't want to be a meanie..well I do , but not over something that is beyond the scope of that which is in my domain. Everyone at the office is just freaking out in the usual passive agressive way...Can't wait to relate this to SU..


Have a great weekend


Ciao

Aunty Pol

Gawd , I hate it when I am right.

As predicted, the back went all kablooey on ol Pol here. If you have never been prone to back problems, count your blessings. Seriously ! I knew I should have not lifted those boxes, I knew it as I did it , but it was one of those things . Next stop....back spasms. The kind that make you sweat from the pain...Note to self..Lesson learned. It will get better through time, meds and me not being this stupid again.


On the lighter side, it appears that the beloved nephew and his family have bought themselves a condo.........wooo hoooo. I hope that is is wonderful for them and the cutest baby in the known universe . I also hope that they can post some photo's on their blog.

I read an article in todays WSJ about a 2 minute video on YouTube.com that is evidently an unsubtle jab at Big Al ( " I invented the Internet" ) Gore. Seems that the individual claiming credit is not some slacker with more time than carreer options. Oh no dearhearts....it was created by DCI Groups, a beltway PR group that has among other clients, Exxon Mobile Corp.
A coinkydinky ?? Pol thinks not . Just goes to show you ...stuff can be traced to it's original source, so remember that when you give in to the impulse to flame some hapless tool that has just pissed you off.

Dear Lord, please send some rain...and I don't mean tropical storm Chris. My buddy Cons down in Bermuda says they aren't sure if they are gonna get the hit or not, but it appears to be heading towards the Gulf. Yeah, we are watching this after the events of a year ago. Guess it's time to review the old hurricane kit. And time to work on Andy not freaking out if he has to come inside....small adventures...joy joy.


Have whatever the hell kind of day you want to ....really.

Ciao

Aunty Pol

Dibs and Dabs ~ Pt. 2

Lets see....Got through a Monday I swear to God was a full moon...not. Baby sat a group in from Salt Lake, Utah " guesting " here for a deposition . The usual we do as a part of the M....Affiliates. This group suprisingly is a very nice group , polite, friendly and grateful for any and all help. Who Knew ? This may be one of the signs of the " End of Time ." And for the record..no, I haven't read any of the " Left Behind " series. I have friends/co-workers who have...to each his own . I'd rather read " Dune ." I generally speaking try to live by a very simple set of rules . One of them is , " You can CHOOSE to be happy." It's a simple thing really, but boy , does it mess people up. Seriously. It messes with their lil pea heads. I'm not saying that Ol Pol here is morphing into Pollyanna , or that I don't lose my temper....have we met ? What I am saying is that to a certain degree, we all have the choice to be happy or angry . I am trying to focus on the former as opposed to the latter . There are however some people here at the office who are just not happy unless they have pissed in your pool. After you've cleaned it. Now this presents a variety, nay a plethera of responses . You can reply in kind, thus lowering yourself to their standards...you can ignore them which infuriates them and ratchets up their need to raise the ante...OR you can simply be polite about the whole thing...smile....and proceed with that which you are being paid for. The later is the hardest to achieve and the most fun to watch. It is human nature to strike back when wounded, we need to realize that . Overcoming the impulse to do this is called being either polite...or in the work place..employed.

On a practical note, today was not the day to wear a white linen jacket. The guests are gone but for various, legitimate reasons, the office services staff is at 50 % so Ol Pol is the one who had to pack up the boxes...grab the luggage dolley, schlep 2 boxes to the circle drive for the court reporter, come back , pack up 2 sets of attorneys boxes....prep for Fed Ex, get account # 's for said boxes and get this crap to the lobby for pick up tonight. It's a damn good thing I have a cheap yet good dry cleaner 2 minutes from the casa...sheesh. In a perfect world, I'd get flowers from one or both of the guest firms........riiiiiight. Must have sustained a blow to the head.

Jeebus..I want to go home naow.

Watch...tomorrow I will have back problems...bet on it.


Have whatever kind of day you want to have.

Ciao


Aunty Pol

Again....WHY ?

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

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

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

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

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.

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 ?????????????????????????????????????????????

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 .

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

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