Batman Building

Every trip I make to Nashville includes a lovely site of the "BatMan Building in downtown Nashville. They recently changed the AT&T emblem and now it's just not the same as when the light lit up the emblem as if to call a super hero to the rescue.

Funky For The Week

The Death of Commom Sense

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has
been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since
his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be
remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
Knowing when to come in out of the rain;

Why the early bird gets the worm;

Life isn't always fair;

and Maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more
than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in
charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 -year- old boy
charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended
from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for
reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job
that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly
children. It declined even further when schools were required to get
parental consent to administer Tylenol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a
student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and
wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became
contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better
treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a
burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to
realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her
lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded
in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his
daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To
Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you
still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do
nothing.

Dunkin Donuts Rule The World!

I thought this was absolutley hilarious! I loved it when someone replied that the theif was probably a band of Jenny Craig or Weight Watcher dieters.

COPS CHASE STOLEN DONUT TRUCK
Crandon man bail set for donut truck theft

Cash bail of $2,100 was set today for Warren G. Whitelightning of Crandon, the man who allegedly led police on a high-speed chase through Madison's west after stealing a Krispy Kreme Donut truck when he was when he was drunk early Saturday morning.

Assistant District Attorney Michael Verveer conceded that the scene described in the criminal complaint of several squad cars chasing a donut truck around the west side could elicit laughter from many. "Because what you have is two different police agencies chasing the defendant in a stolen Krispy Kreme donut truck with donuts flying out of the back of the truck," he said.
To top it all off, the guy stopped in a Copps Food parking lot.

Tip of the hat to R. Balko for the lead on this story. Also be sure to read the comments - too funny. C'mon, even if you're a cop you have to admit this is funny.

Full story: http://www.madison.com/tct/news/259475

Here are a few comment left;
Community CommentsSat. Dec. 1, 2007 1:54 am

James Beam says:

Misdemeanors imposed upon Mr. Whitelightning include:

==Discharging a donut within city limits
==Improper use of a donut
==Endangering public safety by use of donut
==posessing unlicensed donut
==posession of concealed donut
==reckless endagerment of giant red-hot pickled sausages
==non-payment of donut
==posession of donut paraphranalia
==driving under the influence of donut
==Exceeding daily bag limit of giant red-hot pickled sausages
==non-registration of giant red-hot pickled sausage
==placing posessing or using bait to elude police


That man is my freakin' hero :)

Mr. 'whitelightning' has shown that art imitates life. The poor man threw away none years of his life in a splendid display. God bless you, you insane maniac!

Screwing with a cops doughnuts is like kicking a Hells Angels Harley. This act is almost suicidal.

This guy just became Homer Simpson's hero

Then there's the Krispy Kreme Bacon Cheeseburger.

What can we say Whitelightning except 'All Hail The Donut Master!' Woo Hoo!!

What, no charge of assault and batter -

y?

Ahhhh Little Women

Pretty Boy

No Resolutions

Yes, Christmas Day has come and gone now the New Year draws near. I hate it, that feeling that it (Christmas) goes, it's business as usual. I play Christmas music all year long only because I have not added much to my Christian music collection in awhile. And I HATE organ music- something I hear most of when I hear hymns.

I have a 19 month countdown till my home is paid off. WOW the American Dream.
I do not know what made me think of that but I had to throw it in.

Jo at Riceland has left and I will miss her antics. Very seldom was she in a bad mood and I like that in a person. It made me feel small, sometimes I just need to be under a rock for humility purposes.

I have no resolutions this coming year. I do not make promises I cannot keep, ex specially to myself. I would like to find more time to do the things I enjoy such as reading and knitting. I just bought a book that I am starting to read on tonight.

I read the review on Amazon and thought it would help me with the next cashier at Wal-mart.

Christmas Day 2007

Oh I am soooo full!. I asked Jim what he liked best about dinner. He named off just about everything then descided it was my homemade carrot cake I slaved to make yesterday. I even have mastered not taking anymore nails off my fingers. Imagine that! No hunny, it was a walnut.

Jims son, his wife and two grandkids came over for dinner around 1pm. The two boys fought, pounded on each other, while the baby was happily jabbering away while Harley tried to lick the babies snotty nose and French kiss the one year old tiny tot. Ahhhh family.

It is warm today, around 50 degrees. I longed for snow even a flurry but that was only wishfull thinking. We'll get our usual ice day sometime in March and be done with it for another year.

To everyone I wish you all a Very Happy Christmas.

Funky For The Week

Charlie Brown Christmas

A Call From The Past

Jim's therapist called me at work and wanted me to come in Wednesday to discuss Jim's behavior. She said there was some MAJOR issues that were fixable. In the mean time I got Jim a small Christian book. He said he learned allot from this little book.



I hope all is fixable. Just like a kid, there is a person hiding under all that dirt.

Then I get a call tonight from my daughter-in-law. She told me that my daughter was in a bad way with her husband and that the kids are back with their biological dad up near Greensboro. Drugs are involved. What can I say. Nothing, but pray for her.

Thank You Jesus for my life, I am glad I am not Job.

Looking back 20 years

Thanks to this web site for Christian Women

This is what a day in my life would have looked like several years ago:

I hate my hair.
I hate my body.
I hate my job.
I hate doing the dishes.
My kid is driving me crazy!
I think I'm coming down with something.
I just know that something bad is going to happen.
So and so is so lazy.
So and so has no taste.
So and so is just a rotten %$*&.
I'll never get along with my Mom.
I'm always getting sick.
I'll probably end up with cancer.
I'll die young.
I'll die alone.
I'll never meet anyone.

What a difference 20 years can make. I am so blessed

Merry Christmas Everyone

Late Night Baking

Jim had attended his 3rd therapy session today. I do not know how things are going for him as I see no real change in him. He still pouts and lets things bother him. He has been good about holding his tongue but words are branded on his face when he gets upset.

I was baking up till about half an hour ago when Jim come stomping out of the bathroom. Well Shit hit the fan. I said it. I wanted a divorce. I have had enough. The things he accuses me of with black boyfriends, men calling me, and not going to bed with him when he wants me to. (10pm usually) I am a night owl and it is causing problems with him. He thinks I'm sleeping around with some man who I don't even know the name of.

I have never yelled this much in my whole life. The things he thinks when he is alone is too scary for any woman. He will always be in bad relationships because of his past ones. It has affected our to the point of no return I guess.

Christmas Music

Donna has a blog from which she fed off of another blog. I think all Christmas music is good accept for one that I heard recently about the 12 Days of Christmas and the 1st day was a can of beer. Obviously someone from the hills of Kentucky I thought. Oh well. Here are videos, music from my favorites

Never A Dull Moment

The saying goes: "You buy a house so you have something to do for the next 30 years."
That saying is very true for my homestead. The AWFUL dark brown paint on the molding in my home makes the house look dreary. Today Jim and Sydney are painting Sydney's closet doors white to match the fresh paint and newly installed organizer that Jim installed in our ankle bitters closet a few days ago. The bars are low enough so that Sydney will no longer snap the hook part off his hangers leaving the wide part on the floor. Another words a broken hanger. But the festive hat made this a Kodak moment. And see Harley's detailed attention to being the supervisor of the on goings. She will always own this house.
Me?, back to cutting up pumpkins.............

Lovin Labels Again

Pumkin Pumpkin Puddin Pie

After mass chaos in the kitchen and wondering where my counters went for the last two nights, I cut, cooked, peeled, food processed and put together pumpkin pies. Excuse Harley's big butt but she owns the house and feels the need to get a ham (butt) shot into just about everything in the house.
15 pumpkins to go. By the way; it takes approximately 3 medium sized pumpkins to make 5 pies. And with 15 left Jim out to be Santa himself in a few weeks.

Tree Trimming

I put up the Christmas tree last night and was all but tired when I was done. Jim kept staring at it saying it was something in like a store window. Pictures never do them justice and wonder if I should grab the digital to post a picture or not?
I hope to look forward to seeing an old friends Lynn and Bill from when I was stationed at Offutt AFB in Omaha. It has been 17 years? Wow, seems like a lifetime ago when I say it that way. The saying went; Once you get on it, you can't get Off It", but being Navy at an AFB I was there less than 2 years.

Right now I have about 15 pumpkins in my kitchen. The sign read on the trailer that looked like it was being used in a hay ride; "Pumpkins Free To Good Home". Well, my home is as good as any other and I Love Pumpkin Pies. I have the dubious job of cleaning and steaming them tonight and packing them away in jars for year round use. Free is a good price grant you, it just costs lots of time.
Cool Whip here I come.

Exhausted

Do You KNOW what it took to get this picture? Much fussing, foot stomping,driving a little fast and yes a little swearing on my part. And for this .22 cent picture at Walgreens? And Sydney ran around saying he was scared after WEEKS of hollering for Santa. "And now your afraid to tell him what you want?" urrrrrrrrrrrr NO YOU ARE NOT GETTING A SPIDER MAN WEB CAN!!!!!

I read our local 3 page weekly newspaper that comes to our little town Arkansas. I remember it saying Santa was going to be in a nearby town, the same town in which I work. Good I thought, Jim and I can take Sydney to see Santa then drop me off at work. Well, at City hall a cop stood in the room with a cup of coffee in his hand saying," That was last night(Friday) 175 people showed up".
I was dropped off at work and drove 54 miles away to hop into the car with Jim and Sydney and drove to Walgreens with 10 minutes to spare before Santa had to go back to the North Pole.
He saw Santa and Santa was HoHoHoing upon seeing Sydney walk in through the doors. Then like a chicken with his head cut off proceeded to run around a card display saying,"Your scaring me." (not Santa but Sydney- I thought I might clear that up)
For Weeks I have heard that Sydney needed to talk to Santa and wanted to go to the North Pole to see him. Well we see him and what does he do? FREAKS OUT!
Jim and I kept telling him to go tell him what he wants for Christmas and Sydney kept telling me,"You go tell him" while shoving my rear end in Santa's direction.
We only got this picture after Santa offered Sydney a candy cane, as if he needed anymore sugar at the time. I was ready for bed after that, my nerves taxed.

Our State Bird

No Tears

I heard on Fox News about this site. It's a tribute to their son and soldiers. Take a look and maybe you can get a pen pal to boot.

I Ate and I Ate Some More

Thanksgiving Day woes is no less worse than walking out of a buffet. It hurts. Pepcid AC, Zantac, Peptal Bismol and Alkaseltzer is never available when you want it.
I have learned from Janet and Joe that my love handles are not love handles at all, but, muffin tops. I love the muffin top commercial and hope you enjoy it as well.

I always have a nice time in Branson when I visit my parents and any other family members that might be there. It's peaceful and cooler than where I live and the 5 hour drive is not bad unless you get stuck behind a 70 year old in a camper of some kind.
I hope everyone gets happy for the Christmas season. After all, it's not OUR birthday!

Time Again For Change

The summer has ended to a Very Happy me.
The leaves are all about gone off the trees from the wind storm that plowed through the area for two days. Some how the mighty maple trees tend to keep their leaves even through the strongest of storms. I hope one day to learn a lesson from them.

Super Heros Imagination

I believe that a child with an imagination is not dangerous as an adults. Every year for at least 3 years now I have catered to Sydney's imagination. Since I was a single mother I had to get him into boy things. I did the super hero route. And every year I go into national debt getting him every super hero outfit around Halloween time since they are readily available. I buy him every outfit from Super this and that to Ninja Turtle of which I could not find this year and settled for a pirate instead. And not to forget that Black Spiderman Goo.

Thanks Laura

The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again. The local paper read: PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10 This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild. The next day the headlines read: NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE The bishop was buried the next day. The moral of the story is . . being concerned about public"can bring you much grief and misery . .
even shorten your life.
So be yourself and enjoy life.

Stop worrying about everyone else's ass and you'll be a lot happier
and live longer!

WOW BABBBBY

Some night this really helps me get through a long shift

AHHHH AUTUMN

Funky For The Week

Roses and Candelight

No, This is not me on drugs. Just smeared make-up before I was able to wash it off.

After Jim and Sydney rode with me on my last trip we (Jim and Myself) came in tired. I walked Sydney over to the sitters house around noon. It was a nice 70 degrees outside and I had gotten FURIOUS at the little booger for not listening to me and talking back. I had to walk it off. It was a short 5 minute walk to the sitter's house, I dallied back taking in the pine trees scent. Jim and I started constructing and erecting the second wall. He re-wired the outside phone and cable lines through the attic. I tore apart a few black boards (see previous pictures) and swept up the debris making sure to catch any wandering nails.
I ordered Sesame Chicken, Beef with Mushrooms, Pork Fried Rice, Hot-n-Sour Soup and Egg Roles for our Thursday night alone. Just the two of us, I was to exhausted to cook dinner.
We ate and discussed how that this was the first Thursday night that we had together since I had hired the sitter for that one night alone. It was suppose to be OUR night together but it never happens to turn out that way. Jim usually sits home alone.
After dinner I just sat at the table almost unable to move from the famous Chinese Disease of "Draggin' Ass". Jim came in after being outside for a minute. He took me by the hand and shuffled me to the bathroom. Cinnamon Candles lined the two corners of the bath tub, sandalwood and rose scented bath wash from Bath and Body Works served for my bubbles, rose petals from the remaining rose bushes in the yard topped my white suds, I was in awe.

The First Wall Is Up

It did not take long but a few hours to construct and mount the wall. Jim was impressed that I could drive a nail. HaHaHa- silly man.
Jim went to doctor to have the umpteen cysts on his back looked at for pre-surgery. They are bad and need to be removed

Today we are going to Wally World to get family photos done for Christmas. I was suppose to leave for work this morning but forgot about the photo session, Then it's off to the "Rice Cave" as Sydney puts it.

Pond Updates Too!

It has been one busy day around here.

House Improvement Updates

The house is a buzz today as the workers work at at putting up the frames for the concrete. We are enclosing the carport to make way for a family room complete with my wood stove.

Funky For The Week

Calms of MY Sole

Pick up my feet and float away to Yanni and his brilliant music masterpieces.







This is Yanni in his police mug shot from a few years ago. Even the most brilliant have hang-up Lynn :-0 smile

In His Past Life

I have found out long time ago that Jim has a bad temper, I even relayed it to my father in a passing conversation. But last week he blew again for the 3rd time on the marked 3rd month into the marriage. All over me wanting to take a bath instead of a shower. What is wrong with this man is all I could think as I turned off the faucet with what little water that had been running into the tub. I put on clean clothing despite my less than clean body and went to work. As I sat in my pick up putting on my seat belt he slammed the side house door like a child. He needs help. All this over a bath??? Again, "What is wrong with this man?" He complained that I stare off into the 75 gallon fish tank. I told him it was kind of like meditation to me; watching the graceful butterfly like fins flowing in the water is calming in a way I cannot explain. He did not understand, I was not going to beat a dead horse trying to explain it either. The man cannot relax. I don't think he knows how.

Thanks BaBa

None of that Sissy Crap
Are you tired of those sissy "friendship" poems that always sound good,
But never actually come close to reality?
Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship.
You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card
Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship.
1. When you are sad -- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against
The sorry bastard who made you sad.

2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile -- I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in.

4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get.

5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much Worse it could be until you quit whining.

6. When you are confused -- I will use little words.

7. When you are sick -- Stay the hell away from me until you are well
Again. I don't want whatever you have.

8. When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

9. This is my oath.... I pledge it to the end. "Why?" you may ask;
"because you are my friend".

Friendship is like peeing your pants,
everyone can see it,
But only you can feel the true warmth.

Flash Back Video

General Hospital Flash back. Man I thought Jack Wagner with his mullet was a cutie.





And my favorite duos

It's A Hormonal Thing

It's refreshingly cool this morning. My coffee in hand and my nightie with a fleece jacket I head out the side door to let the puppies out to potty. And there he is.....another cat caught in the trap. Not a wild one like the last orange cat that looked like Morris from the commercials but a cute long haired beautiful black and white marked one. He quietly meows vs the "I'M DYING HERE IN THIS TRAP" scream from the night before when the cage went off. I am practicing my "Not in my neighborhood" rights and doing the relocation system. This will make 3 this week alone. It's that time of year to hear the nightly yells of both male and female feline alike.
I went to a clinic doctor to get my DOT physical because my card expires on Monday the 15th. I cannot work without it. Much like a brain surgeon cannot work without his credentials. I sat the since the waiting room was full. It was my turn, I weighed in- heavy sigh but was happy to see that I had lost 13pounds in the last few months. I will call that my melting away with happiness pounds. Jim has made me happy. He is very good to Sydney and I. I asked about my 16 year old face that I never had. My cheeks have been a problemed area for blemishes ever since I had baby one. But now- a full blown mess spots from my cheeks to chin now matter what I put on it, I had resorted to using a fingernail brush in the shower- it just tears my skin up that much more. The student physicians said that because of my age the "Change" has me in hormonal surges. Thus, bump face. RRRRRRR I hate that word HORMONAL. I just want to rip the next persons tongue out that says it. They say it in a hushed whisper like it's a catchy disease. What is worse is the student physician as her name tag suggested was a pretty clear skinned 12 year old that had or probably will never have a clue.

Days Go By

My apologies for those who e-mailed me and I have not responded. First off let me start by saying hello to Lynn.
I had worked for 3 weeks straight and not had a full 24 hours off at home and then when I did get a break I pulled a muscle in my back under my ribs while squatting to pee. Embarrassing as it may sound it's true. I rather get my big toe stuck in the bath tub faucet! The thought of sitting, standing, and even yawning at times put me in mucho pain-so I decided to leave the typing for another day.
While I was broke with my back Jim was left to do the weed-eating in the yard. Yeah I know it's October and you are mowing? Yeah it was 93 today-go figure. My advice to newly married:
NEVER EVER let a suburban city apartment dweller loose with a weed eater. Can you say scalp to the roots? Jim is banished forever from this task.
2 days ago Jim said that he would like to go ahead and cement in my small back yard pond. It was something I had always wanted versus the black liner route that I currently have. I have mosquito fish in it as well as the beautifull pink water lilly that I got at Wal-mart last spring. I bought it but was optimistic about it growing. I was wrong. I have had my pond for about 3 years now and cannot wait to get this finished along with my new filter for the waterfall up and running once again.
I will post pictures of the progress.
And as always click on the pictures to enlarge.




And here is a picture of the one that almost got away.



My trusty yard hoe to the belly and a sludge hammer to the head assured me that Sydney and the dogs would not get hurt. I do not know what kind it is but it looked red in the sun. It did however, attack the hoe twice before I got him.

HEY YEAH

Old Sayings and Web Worms

I have always loved the saying,"It's A Dog Eat Dog World And I'm Wearing Milk Bone Underwear". I just don't know why it dawned on me to write that and just hope it is not a pre-cursor to this weeks unseen events to come.

Now don't everyone have a toooooo happy moment...........construction workers in tight jeans-oh man.....diet coke time



I drive around town and can see that the season is going to come to an end though you would never know it by the 94 degrees and humidity that plagued this part of the world today.
Leaves are prematurely dropping from lack of rain on the Cotton wood trees, but most notable are the wanna-be Halloween webs that plague many trees right before fall. Web worm on the move in the canopy of trees. I pay close attention (like I have nothing better in my life to focus on) have noticed that their first choice is the Pecan tree, second the Cotton Wood following the Maple. And the pesty, noisy, ugly crow always shows up for harvesting season. I REALY hate those birds.

Is this Kirsten Dunst in this video anyone know?

Loving Labels Again

My Baby Piglet

All Aboarrrrrrd

Last week Jim and I enjoyed a quiet evening in Branson while my parents watched Sydney. We went to a quiet steak house (TBones) then to the new Titanic Exhibit that was opened this year on the main drag. I was still recovering from the nasty summer cold and was downing Musenex DM pills like Pez candy every few hours. I was physically drained from being sick and thought that me coughing my way through a musical was not a good choice of events to plan for the evening.
We stood in a short line as the evening was young and really too humid for anyone to stand outside in the hot humid late afternoon. We each got a ear listening device which I highly recommend to attend our walk through (at your own pace). I exspecially liked the to scale model of the Titanic that was used in the movie. It was a haunting reminder of all the lives lost at sea. Objects/items that were recovered from the waters or off of persons were on exhibit along with a beautiful picture showcase of the Titanic from the building to her last days.

T.P Plug

There is nothing more sexier than toilet paper shoved up your nostrils to keep the thin runny snot from running down to your lips. Now don't everyone say ewwww at the same time. It happens to us all. "No more brains to plug up with snot so we'll just run out". But when you go to blow - nothing comes out. What is up with that???? Your gagging into a gut wrenching short of throwing up, sometimes piss your pants cough, post nasal drip, and a two nostril t.p. plug; it's a summer cold. Was this something that Christopher Columbus brought over to the new world? I can see why the Indians died.

p.s. It was 105 AGAIN today

Tim Curry, Brian Bostwick, Susan Surandon- Rocky Horror Picture Show
I was introduced to this show when in the 80's a friend of mine Torry Martain took me to the movies with a paper bag filled with items. I never knew why.........and then I saw the movie. What a great time I had.

It's Hot And I Can't Get Up

Now when it is hot I can be the Bitch of Blab. It is HOT, I HATE the heat. Why did I ever leave Washington State? Water under the bridge now.
Since Jim decided he was going to learn to live with this night owl, I have been cleaning out Sydney's closet to get rid of junk. AKA Crap. Tearing into this job has been slow and very tedious. Old on-line class work, log books, pictures etc... All items that I have had to go through to make sure there was not anything of importance to keep. From 3 huge binders I only kept a 25 point Power Point Tip paper that one of my instructors posted.
2 cross stitch projects that lack a meager 2 hours max each to complete. They are years old and I will vow to myself to get them done this year since they are Santa Clause stuff for Mom.
I tore the remaining carpet and padding out of the closet but cannot find a hammer to get the tack board up. Total chaos. Now I cannot find the dust pan either. rrrrrrr
I'll use the vacume.
And if that were not enough his bunk beds are not complete because of a Tiwaneese who drilled the holes in one of the rungs backwards. I have to wait 1-2 weeks till that new peice comes in the mail. Well, I may be lucky if he does not take a flying leap off of the top bunk till then.
I saw a baby snake today in the front yard. Only snakes would like this weather.

A Walk To Remember Music Video

And wasn't David Bowie Too Hot in The Labyrinth? Yeah Baby he was!

All Work And No Play

I have been working this last week while Jim has been taking care part time of Sydney. Now I am off and he is working this weekend. He has been complaining that there is no time for us. He got over it quickly after a confrontation though.

HOT HOT HOT

Extended Forecast
Sunny Sunny Sunny Sunny Sunny
High: 102°
Low: 70° High: 102° -today Saturday
Low: 71° High: 105° -Sunday
Low: 75° High: 104° -Monday
Low: 74° High: 103° -Tuesday
Low: 77°


Robin Williams said it best in Good Morning Vietnam. "Fool, I said it was hot, damn hot."

I do not think or remembering it raining since my July 10th post

The Sukiyaki Song

Dad, I thought you might enjoy the old version I found while surfing for the 80's version. I still did not find the version I wanted but Usher sounded good too.

Two Ships Passing In The Night

Jim and I knew that going into the marriage that nothing would change. It just so happens that this has been one busy week for the both of us. And that is OK. He likes his job and I like mine. We are happy and I can see that Sydney is starting to get use to the idea of him being around more than he was than in our dating stage.
The other night I met him at a truck stop to have dinner. He was coming out of Nashville I was going in. Yesterday I sat in a gravel yard along side of him and we got to visit for about an hour.
We are not getting the 3rd degree or razzed about getting married as bad as we both thought. But there is still joking between a few of us and I am alright with that.
Jim said I bring out the better in him and as I have matured into a 40 something year old woman I can look back and see that we would have clashed years ago. Yes, some people change and people grow apart for many reasons. I knew this was a good relashionship and we are happy with what time we spend together.
I cannot wait for the cooler weather.

A New Version

I really like these girls and their sound

No Pictures No Posts No Sleep

I'll promise photos this week only if I can swing by Wally Word. Jim and I have been working frantically to get his remaining items out of his apartment that is bigger than my house. Can you say storage?
We are both working long hours this weekend and I'll be back after I have had some sleep.

Wedding Day events

Wedding Day Eve I had to work and was probably going to late for my own wedding if it were not for another co-worker of mine. Thanks to Jammer I made it on time and had 3 hours to sleep.
I came home and took a shower, Sydney had taken the dogs outside while I was getting dressed and he came back in without the dogs. I drove around to not find either one of my beloved pooches anywhere. I left them outside as I had 10 minutes to get to the church.
Jim, Steve(interim pastor), Sydney and I were there, but his son's family had not shown up yet. We waited 10 minutes when they arrived.
It was hot outside. The heat index was 103. The inside of the church was no cooler than outside and the air was still. Jim was in a nice blue suit and tie with a starched white shirt. I was in a gray skirt suit with a pinkish blouse underneath.
As Steve was talking to Jim's kids and introducing himself to everyone I began to melt. I had sweat rolling down my fresh makeup, in my hair and down my back. The two boys were at the water cooler in the lobby. Boo was in a little boys suit, Sydney in slacks and dress shirt played together, the baby in a baby suit that cooed happily in his chair as he played with a toy.
10 minutes later we were married.
We left Steve at the church while the rest of us came to the house. We visited for about 2 hours and got cooled off.I enjoyed the short visit as I got to see Jim's son, daughter in-law and grand kids.
Did I mention it was hot?
Jason opened the door and Harley was standing there. CindyLou Who showed up about an hour later.



We took Sydney to the sitter's house. We drove an hour to West Memphis to eat at a Mexican restaurant called Margarita's. Steak fajita's for me and steak and shrimps for Jim. Walmart bound to find a ring for Jim. A stress ring at that. We headed back to Marianna to get a bottle of White Zinfandel wine. We watched a DVD, The Astronaut Farmer and then got in the jacuzzi. It was a pleasant evening.

I will post pictures this week sometime.

The Cruuuuuuzers

Well one movie Jim and I agree on that was GREAT is Eddie and the Cruisers. This one is for you baby.





This one is for me (he didn't like this movie) That Thing You Do

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Body Borameter

We (Jim, Sydney and myself) came back with our marriage license. I am so tired right now that I didn't know weather to laugh or cry at this point. Butterflies have set in however.

Last night I felt fall.


I thought long and hard about why I tend to get that feeling of fall aka Autumn and exactly what it is that I am feeling. I figured it out.....

First and foremost the humidity has to be lowered. I was sitting in the truck driving down the road with the air-con on the coolest setting all night long. I had to keep the window cracked a few inches because of the outside condensation. I had to turn the wipers on several times to eliminate the frost/fog beads accumilating in certain areas of the window and windshield. With that said the humidity in the truck was lowered.

Second is the actual physical feeling. "What do I feel like and what are my symptoms?" Right before I yawn I have a wave that for a split second rushes throughout my body; I had that same feeling but in a continuous manner. I had to think hard what it was though. Anxiety is my conclusion

The Invitation

http://profile.imeem.com/pxk3az/music/RahsmmL6/the_invitation/

Comments Anyone?

I see that I have been getting quite a few readers from all over but no-one tends to leave me any feed back. I wonder why that is?
Instead I get a call from Mom who gets a call from someone else to tell her to go read my blog because she didn't know whatever I was writing about. (ok Sandy, take a deep breath now)
I hear you all laughing now at some of my posts; I have a 4 year old and have a keen sense of mommy hearing just like the funny eyes on my back that lets me see around corners.
So please leave feedback, if you have trouble getting to post hit "OTHER" then go from there. I can feed off it for future posts.
Gracias

Calendar Countdown

I am going to start off by saying this post is probably something a man would not want to read.........enough said
I missed my mammogram the other day, not that I mind having the x-ray technician pose me like a Gumby doll then proceed to take the rock crush paper approach to the puppies. But it was for 11am. Yes I would be up- maybe, but no perfume, no powder or no deodorant in the 95+ degree weather gets me. I use all three daily. No stink here, no stink there, etc... I will reschedule sometime soon though.
I have to think about when to try and make the next appointment since you are to come in on certain times of your cycle. I mean as in period.
I sat in my pick up truck at Sonic waiting for my Route 44 Diet Coke to show up sometime this century when I began to count on my fingers. "OK, 19,20,21,22---30, Now did June have 30 or 31 days?" I never did learn that closed fist knuckle 30 31 day thing. For those of you who know it, I salute you and the Mayans; for all others, we buy pocket calendars that we never look at unless we need a phone number or address.
I sat there when it dawned on me,"12+ today is the 12th and the wedding is 6 days away makes, oh noooooooooooooooooo 30 days." Now at this point I feel like a math genius and try 3 more times to recalculate. Still the same end results AND my Diet Coke is lost in limbo somewhere inside. Deep sigh. Now I know some woman somewhere is doing the same counting as I am doing. Please tell me I am right?......... To be continued.......
I met Jim today after we both loaded up our trailers. We were parked side by side in a gravel lot. He left soon after he gave me a box with my wedding set enclosed. It's a petite set and I like it. They make my short stubby fingers not look like they are over-run with bling. I got back in my truck trying to figure out when exactly I twisted my back making my lumbar area hurt.....hummmm no telling what I did.
I got back home and proceeded to weed-eat the yard after winding more line on the double line straight shaft Feather Weight(I can hear Tim The Tool Man Taylor gloating now). I did not know what was going to hold out longer, the clouds and lightening I see in the distance or my back.
......Continuing here..........I came inside and peeled off my sweaty grass covered jeans, next I rolled off my drenched shirt that stuck to my back, I used it to wipe the beads of salt rolling off my forehead, tip of my nose and chin.
Mannnnnn my back is killing me now. I went into the bathroom to get rid of the Diet Coke. HELLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO no wonder my back hurt.
My Einstein brain kicked in again as I sat on the toilet with all my fingers raised. "24 day? There is a God, Thank you. 24 days? 24 dayyyyyzzzzzz?" I won't complain I'll take it.

Has He Solved The Pyramid Question?

http://www.materials.drexel.edu/Pyramids/

3rd Leg Syndrome

Ok, so I may not know much about vehicles. But I do know when something is wrong.
I have run into a problem that I call the,"3rd Leg Syndrome". It has to do with macho men or the elusive woman don't know squat man.
Recently I left out on a trip that I KNEW something was wrong about 30 miles down the road. I was able to make it another 40 miles before my 2004 Peterbilt truck pulling 50,500 pound of rice was spitting, sputtering, and throwing a little bit of black smoke from it's stacks, not to mention I could not get it the last 10 miles to go over 55 mph. I stopped before I got to a scale and called into work telling them to bring a oil filter wrench as my gauge was in the red, the Pyrometer was in the 900 degree range and all the other gauges were out of whack.
I thought of the Bermuda Triangle for one split second.
Another one of 2 drivers who left the yard after me showed up, he changed out the filters using a screw driver and my rubber mallet.(OK, I never would have thought of that one) He put automatic transmission fluid in the filters and tightened them back up. I started the engine after using a 1/2 can of ether to start it. It still sounded like the gerbil's ran out of power and the engine was banging around. The other driver called the boss man thinking it might be an injector, a common break down, and I sat till he brought me another truck. End problem: a broken Rocker Arm that the bolts sheered off from. Under warranty.

Last week after I got my truck back I was coming back from Nashville, my check engine light flashed 4 times. "OH great, now what?". I also found the head of what I thought was a nail in my steer tire. Bad JU JU to pull it out, just leave it till I get to yard I thought.
I get to the yard, told boss man a engine hose was bubbling at the truck wash (Chrome is beautiful when clean, nail in steer tire, and the check engine light flashing. He pulled out a small 3/4 inch screw that the head flattened on, the hose did not bubble for him (making me look stupid), and said it was only minor stuff. He dismissed the flashing check engine light.
The next trip I did what is called a pre-trip, I added 1 and 1/2 gallons of anti- freeze, after going 7 miles the temp guage was up to about 230 degrees. I stopped added 2 more gallons of anti-freeze. The rest of the trip was UN-eventful.
I got a call from the boss man's wife telling me that there was a problem with my truck and had to take the 2007 Pete. Well at least the cigarette lighter worked to plug in my cell phone.
End problem: water in the oil pan. And currently at the Catapillar shop.

I may not have a third leg, but I know when something is wrong.

A Special Late Weather Bulletin

Special Weather Statement
Statement as of: Jul 10 2007 3:25 PM CDT
Expires: Jul 10 2007 4:00 PM CDT



This significant weather alert is for...Crittenden...Lee...St. Francis and Tunica counties.

A strong thunderstorm producing very heavy rain was located over Marianna at 325 PM CDT...Moving east at 25 MPH.

Dangerous cloud to ground lightning is also possible with this thunderstorm.

This storm is not expected to become severe and no warnings are anticipated.

People in Crittenden...Lee...St. Francis and Tunica counties... Including the cities of Hughes and Marianna...Should monitor this storm closely..

I Took this picture 5 minutes before I got this warning..........maybe I should be the next weather girl, whatcha think?

Darn- so much for wanting to mow the yard today