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