wise words

you never truly know a person, until you divorce them

new bumper sticker ... lol

ruff mothers day

Mother's Day

2009

I sent out 2 general 'Happy Mother's Day'

messages on Facebook & Myspace in a piss-poor

attempt to wish everyone a happy day.

I'm really thinking about my own mom today. Every day actually.

Alzheimers stole her from us, and from herself, a decade ago.

Alzheimer's sucks.

This AM my baby boy, who is a complete bed-hog by the way,

actually got up with me. Most days he stays in bed & sleeps in for

at least an hour. But it was very sweet of him I thought, to get up early just for me.

Now I know what you're thinking ... That can't be her boy ... he looks nothing like her!

Well, you're partly correct. He was adopted. But he & I are very close.

He's 53 and he still won't get his own apartment.

But I do admire his loyalty. He rarely leaves my side.

At my desk he sits on my shoulders or behind the small of my back.

When I'm packing orders, he's generally between my feet.

Watching a movie, he's sitting at my side.

Outside he's with me too. He loves the sun.

The longest we've been apart was when I drove to California. I was gone almost a month. I think he thought I had died, because the day I returned,

he took one look at me & I swear he thought he was seeing a ghost.

He ran off & hid under my bed, where I found him shaking, in a puddle of pee & pooping.

(In case you were wondering, that incident IS the origin of the terms:

"I'm so happy I could shit!" AND "scared shitless!".)

When I coaxed him out from under the bed & he realized it was really me -- and I cleaned him up ... he was suddenly the happiest pup in the world!

Anyway ...

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there.

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So I'm sitting here drinking a Chocolate Frosty from Wendy's. I personally like them better than BK or McD's shakes, but we don't have a Wendy's in town so I rarely get one. But one was delivered to me today because the people who love me always have my happiness in mind (either that, or they remember coming home from the city 2 weeks ago, drinking one in front of me & getting bitched at). In any case, it's darn yummy.

So I'm sitting here doing my best to suck the thick chocolate through a straw, and I place my Frosty down on my desk.
And that's when I see it.

On the side of the cup, just below the Wendy's logo, it says:
"Today's salads didn't exist yesterday."
It makes you think for a moment, because you have to wrap your little brain around the concept, then it hits you.

Fresh.

Fresh Freakin Salads. Who doesn't love a fresh freakin salad?

I sure do!
Man, what a brilliant grouping of words. "Today's salads didn't exist yesterday". Just brilliant.

If only I were half as smart - I'd be eating a fresh salad instead of a Chocolate Frosty. Oh, the guilt...

DeFlocked

Check this out. I LOVE this comic strip! DeFlocked

old family recipe - Dottie Young's Country Style Casserole - kero syrup

I cannot tell you how many times I've craved this and spent hours searching for the recipe. It is nowhere on the internet. Until now. My brother & I devoured it as kids. The ingredients call for some unlikely combinations, but the end result is absolutely amazing. Dottie Young is a family friend. She gave my mom the recipe. This is written exactly as it passed down to me.

Dottie Young's Country Style Casserole

brown together;
1/2 c. minced onion
1 lb. ground beef

stir in;
1/2 c. kero syrup (blue label)
8 oz. can tomato sauce
1/3 c. vinegar
1 T. prepared mustard
1 T. Worcestershire sauce
2 t. salt
1/4 t. oregano
1/4 t. pepper

Bring To A Boil;
8 oz. elbow macaroni

In 2 Qt. Baking Dish, arrange in alternate layers;
macaroni, meat mixture, grated cheese

Top With:
1 lb. can Italian tomatoes & any kind of cheese

350 degree oven for 3o minutes or until bubbly

My Notes

*nowhere on the original recipe does it tell you to drain the grease from the beef, (it was the 70's, we were brave back then) so you may want to add a splash of additional liquid -- tomato sauce or whatever-- if you drain.

* Capital 'T' means tablespoon, lower case 't' means teaspoon.

*I'm not necessarily sharing this out of the goodness of my heart, it's far more likely that I'm just sick of looking for the recipe.

* You might want to double it, this shit is gooooood.

g to the burp

dr suess on the inauguration

what's she gonna wear?
what's she gonna wear?
ooooo how fascinating
waiting to see
what dress she'll wear
what shoes?
what jacket?
and something pretty in her hair?
i don't care
what she wears
what she wears
i do not care
i do NOT care
what dress she'll wear
i do not care
if there's a flower in her hair
i could care less
about her shoes or her socks
i could care less if she wore a cardboard box
no, I do not care
not one little bit
hey! news reporter!
do you get it?
i do not give a shit.

Dear computer,

Dear computer,
I love you. I miss you. I need you.
I want you to know that just because we brought a second computer into the house, you WERE NOT going to be replaced.
I love and accept you, just the way you are. I DO NOT want a new one with all the bells & whistles. I do not want Vista. I want you.
Please come back.
Love,
Burpy

sad news

Black Friday NRF Results

Black Friday 2008 statistics collected by BIGresearch for the National Retail Federation (NRF).

• 172 million shoppers visited stores and websites over Black Friday weekend, up from 147 million shoppers last year.
  
• Nearly 25 percent of shoppers were at stores by 5 a.m.
  
• Shoppers spent an average of $372.57; total spending reached $41 billion.
  
• More than half of shoppers bought clothing and accessories.
  
• More than a quarter of shoppers bought toys.
  
• Gift card purchases dropped 10 percent from last year.

For more information, visit www.nrf.com.

I met Curious George today!

Reba & Kelly Clarkson concert & ticket scalpers

I bought my wife & my daughter tickets for the Reba & Kelly Clarkson concert.
I signed onto Ticketmaster 1st thing in the - morning months ago - the day the tickets went on sale, but still wasn't able to get great seats.

Even so, they went ... and they had a blast.

Barbara Jean was the opening act. They said she was hilarious!

They tried to get backstage but were unsuccessful. So as they were in the truck, about to leave, the tour bus pulled out. Guess who followed the tour bus? They called to tell me. So I googled it & told them that the next show was in Ohio & asked how much gas they had.

The stalkers lost the tour bus at a red light.

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I think that concert venues should put a stop to ticket scalping immediately. I'd be willing to bet that 95% of the ticket sales that morning went to people who planned to resell them, and not to people who love the performers. The solution? It's simple. Be like airlines. 1 ticket. 1 name. ID required. Yes refundable. Not exchangable AND NON-TRANSFERRABLE. dammit.

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HA!!! --- wish i'd written this one ...

I am in love with this song

Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

I saw Jesus in the desert

I was driving in southern california, somewhere between Joshua Tree & Palm Springs. I don't remember the name of the road, but I can picture it vividly in my mind. On the side of this busy, business-lined four-lane road, I see a man dressed in raggy grey clothing, carrying over his right shoulder ... dragging ... a wooden cross at least twice his size.
A religious demonstration is what I assumed. Or maybe a mentally ill man. Why would the son of god be in So. Cal.?
I didn't hear of any crucifixion's on the news that evening, so I think it's safe to say he wasn't actually Jesus.
But what if he had been. Not one car stopped. Not person went up to help him carry it.
Imagine how different that moment would have been ... if one ... two ... or three people went up to him, and helped him carry it a few yards.

Total Meltdown

She's 4.

She insisted on wearing a heavy sweater to school that morning.

The afternoon heat, being a little tired ... and the sweater, were all contributing factors in what happened next.

We discovered we were out of formula so I ran to grocery store after picking her up from school. Parked the car. As we walk toward the door, she says she wants to ride in a cart. I said "OK".
We stood at the carts for at least 2 full minutes. She wanted the red one... but not THAT red one. She didn't want the other one I chose either. We tried the one red available one again ... no.
I weighed the options ... baby at home, needs formula. 4 year old here, needs to ride in a cart. Hmmm.

And I said:
"OK, that's it, come on, we have to go in now."
(INSERT 'Wrong answer!' GAME SHOW BUZZER HERE)

She starts getting upset, reluctantly walks inside with me, crying, starting to scream - not quite walking now - a few stares ... and we're at the baby aisle ...
oh crap, the formula's not here and she's escalating.
By the time we reach the service desk, she's in total melt-down mode. She's screaming like she's being beaten, and she's put herself on the floor. I'm so glad I know the lady at the service desk. I could barely think with all the screaming & people staring. She gets the formula for me.

That's when I have a flashback.

This hasn't happened to me in 18 years. It was K-Mart. It was the 4 yr old's mother. Shoe shopping. Couldn't decide. 20+ minutes. She had tried on every pair of shoes in the store, twice. My decision to say - OK, that's enough, we're leaving. My daughter had to be carried out by my partner at the time. Me following close behind. She was screaming: "I WANT MY MOTHER!!!!" all the way out.
This memory, of course, made me start to giggle.
My friend at the service desk tells me not to laugh. I realize I probably look rediculous ... crazy even. 4 year old on the floor at price chopper screaming, and me laughing.

OK ... time to leave.
Nope.
I struggle to pick her up off the floor. By the time we get from the service desk to the exit door, she's screamed & wiggled her way out of my arms and is on the sidewalk, screaming. I start laughing again. I can't help it. What would Nanny 911 do? Trying to speak calmy. I promise a time-out as soon as we get to my house. THAT just gives her new material to scream about. I can't think. I need her mother. I carry this flailing screaming tantrum-having 4 year old to the car & dial her mother as she again puts herself on the pavement screaming. All I can think about is how gross the ground is. I hope she's not rolling in some pre-chewed gum or spit or something nasty. Mommy is on speakerphone now. And that's all it took.
Within a minute she has gotten herself calmed down & into her carseat and is begging not to have to do a time out when we get to my house.

She did her time out.

It's the kind of thing that makes me want to have more children ... you?