I love you

The other day a woman was in my office when LP called. After a brief conversation I ended with, “Ok. I love you. Bye.” Whereas she said, “If you say ‘I ‘love you’ too much it lessens it.”

WTF??

I always end phone conversations with the Puddins, my Mom, and most of my sisters with an “I love you.” Who knows if those are the last words they’ll hear from you. I don’t think you can ever say, and mean, those words enough.

Katie Couric

I have never gotten the fascination with Katie Couric. Who cares if she moves to CBS? I like Bob Schieffer. Katie’s not a journalist. She’s a question-asker. These news personalities get paid way too much money.

And now for something completely different

On Wednesday morning (for a second) it will be 1:02:03 am on 04/05/06

If you miss it, anticipate this: 1:02:03 pm on 04/05/06

Hey, I read it in the paper and thought I’d pass it along (shrug)

Wanted: A Decaying Deer Head

I’m having some people paint our house trim, soffits, columns and porch. A light blue for the trim and a dark blue for the porch deck It’s been rainy and rainy. They began scraping and priming last week when it was decent outside. All we’re waiting for is a stretch of nice weather in the 60s.

Yesterday I de-crapped the front porch. Chairs, cushions, plant pots, shells, tables, watering cans, etc. I put them in a pile in the front yard near the bird bath. It kinda looks like Aunty’s house sans mannequins and paper mache (sp) animals. All I need is a decaying deer head to complete the ensemble.

Send up a prayer to the tornado gods and tell them to back off for a few weeks!

Assorted daffodils in my yard

Turning Republican

Well, I've seen the errors of my ways. I got the huge tax cut that George Bush promised so I'm turning Republican. I'm also Pro-Life. I don't want to see any more of those poor feti aborted. So, please, if you're pregnant, have the baby, don't abort it.

I'm embracing Scientology. I've seen the light because of TomKat. Bless their hearts.

I've sworn off American Idol and The Office and all tv I hold dear. PBS is all I'll watch now--even though it's a hotbed of evil liberal thought.

I've switched from Target to WalMart and I feel good about it.

Today a lovely family is coming to adopt Nesta. I hate cats. On Monday we're going to get a sweet little Benji-type pooch who hopefully will have ass matter clinging to either his ass or his ball(s), so I'll fit in around here.


And I'm finished sending money to those lazy motherfuckers in Darfur. Take some initiative! Move and get a job!


The final news is I'm going on the supermodel diet of cocaine and heroin to lose this 400 pounds of unslightly bulk.

I've seen the light. Good day.

The Office

This is mostly for Tree.

The Office was brilliant last night. Michael’s birthday and he faked concern for Kevin’s skin cancer. It was Dwight’s show though—celebrating the exact minute that Michael “emerged from his mother vaginal canal,” and recruiting people to lift him up on a chair “like the Hebrews.” Haha. His head going through the ceiling panels was hilarious.

Did you catch the sexual tension between Angela and Dwight when he wanted to present the cake and she said it was the job of the party committee?
Dwight: Will you still come to the meeting?
Angela: Yes. But you won’t. Get. A cookie.
Dwight: What if I’m hungry?
Angela: No cookie!

Favorite Tea

Mango White Tea. This is the best tasting tea on the market. Their Pearfect Tea and Green Dragon are also good. try it, you'll love it.

That Darn Cat!

Nesta broke my Travelocity Gnome. So sad. So very sad.

Murrow, Bleeding Hearts & Corn Salad

I finished the Murrow book yesterday and started Bleeding Hearts.

Murrow joined JFK’s administration and envisioned what later would become the Public Broadcasting System. He developed lung cancer and his friend Dr. Jonas Salk oversaw his treatment



I made tacos and this side dish last night. Man, is it tasty. I think it will be even better with fresh corn this summer. I brought the leftovers for lunch today.

Corn & Tomato Salad
2 small bags of frozen white corn, defrosted
½ cup diced red onion
1 container of grape tomatoes, sliced in two
½ cup fresh chopped parsley
½ cup fresh chopped basil
1 teaspoon cumin
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon fresh ground pepper

Easy as pie: combine all the ingredients well and refrigerate for half hour. Serve.

Book suggestion

Gotta love Saturday mornings. I’m sitting here with my coffee, BP’s in Maryland on business, LP is playing an extremely violent Xbox game called "The Godfather" (I hear m-fer and other choice words every so often—not from my angel LP, of course, but from the game) and Nesta is happily playing with her pink straw.

On tap today is laundry. I’m also making LP go around the yard and pick up sticks and other stuff that’s blown around for the last month. He wants to stay all night with Eric, so I told him that if he did everything I asked of him this morning and afternoon with nary a peep or whine, maybe just maybe I’d let him.

Anyway, I got another BN order yesterday. In the carton was a sample package of Starbucks coffee. What arrived: Bleeding Hearts, a China Bayles herbal mystery by Susan Wittig Albert, the complete third season of "Columbo" (one of the best ever television detective characters) and a small, incredibly tasty book titled Edward R. Murrow and the Birth of Broadcast Journalism by Bob Edwards. (I’m three quarters of the way through it already!) It’s part of the “Turning Points” book series published by John Wiley.
Watching the movie "Good Night and Good Luck" fueled my interest in Edward R. Murrow. What a wonderful journalist this man was. The book reprints some of his actual radio news reports from London during the Nazi bombings prior to American participation of WWII. He highlighted how the everyday Londoner was coping with the hailstorm of bombs. Very vivid first-person accounts. The news radio medium was very new back then and Murrow brought the war directly to the American public. After Pearl Harbor when we entered the war, Winston Churchill credited Murrow with educating the American public to Nazi horrors and with showing them they should be interested in what Europe was going through, even though (back then) Europe was so very very much removed from the life of the average American. His first hand account of his visit to the horror that was the concentration camp Buchenwald is extremely moving. $19.95 well spent for this slice of journalistic history.

Michael Buble

Verbie sent me one of those emails that ask you what your favorite this and that is. I completed it and passed it on to several of you. One question was "What CD are you listening to a lot." I had to confess to Michael Buble's (pronounced Booblay) It's Time.
If you don't know him, he's a Canadian crooner in the style of Harry Connick, Jr., Frank Sinatra, and Dean Martin. His big hit is a song called "Home" but both of his CDs are filled with old time classics like "I've Got You Under My Skin" He even covered Van Morrison's classic "Moondance."
This is good driving-the-car music. Very soothing.

Evil Red Dot

Here’s the new Nesta story: A laser pointer.
The girl goes absolutely bonkers when LP or BP runs the red dot all over the carpet. Sometimes they run it so it appears to go down into the floor heater vent. The cat will just sit and stare at the vent in case the Evil Red Dot appears. She’s guarding her humans against the ERD. Last night I ran the ERD into her kitty condo, and she took a flying leap and landed inside it. Run the dot alongside the wall near the floor and make it disappear around a corner and she’ll take on her crouched, attack kitty stance mode and fly around the corner. She’s a funny cat. I’m interested to see what she does this summer if a lightning bug gets inside the house.

Not one flake

We were expecting a major snowstorm after midnight last night and of course LP just knew he wouldn't have school today. This morning, not one flake of snow on the ground. Needless to say it was Grumpyville around here this morning. But we are expecting one to three inches of snow sometime today.

As far as winter is concerned, it needs to Shit or Get Off the Pot (as my Grandma used to say.)

Have a perfectly pleasant day.

Busy Weekend

1. Got new tires for the Lexus

2. LP and I stayed Saturday night at my Mom’s. Ordered pizza and salad, washed her dishes, scrubbed her sink, cleaned her toilets, changed her broken wrist bandages and soaked her arm, and watered her houseplants. And yes, Schell, she had a martini.

3. Did some yard work today, but we might get snow overnight tomorrow.

4. Went to Menard’s with BP and bought some gutter downspouts and assorted accoutrements.

5. Did six loads of laundry.

6. Watched a taped biography on Food TV’s Ina “Barefoot Contessa” Garten.

7. Vacuumed the living room.

8. ohh-ohh . . . Meme, guess what? The cat learned something cute to do! I’ll detail it in the next update!

I’m tired. Oops, I forgot to mention that we bought and watched Good NIght and Good Luck. Terrific movie. I was impressed with Dubya, Rummy, and Ashcroft playing the part of Joseph McCarthy. Good job, fellas!

Happy St. Patrick's Day

That Demonic Company, Halliburton, Does it Again

The wonderful company once headed by Dick "Quail Hunter" Cheney---the company who gets billion dollar no bid government contracts--- has done it again. This time they haven't been purifying water that American soldiers fighting in Iraq rely on.

Contaminated Water

The moon and bacon

1. The moon was beautiful this morning.

2. For breakfast I had a bacon, egg and cheese crossainwich at Burger King, and I’m enjoying coffee now in my office.

3. The anti-abortion bill is still being tinkered with in Indiana. The text of the bill says that, before the abortion, the woman has to be told that the fetus may feel pain and that life begins at conception. Who died and made these legislators God?

4. Why aren’t these bastards as concerned with the deaths in Darfur, or that Slobodan Milosovic was a modern-age Hitler? Nooooooooo, they’re saving babies for God. All those assholes protesting at abortion clinics need to get out their check books, or board planes to Africa and save those babies from AIDS, or do something constrictive, and leave uteruses the hell alone.

5. I read George Clooney’s “I am a Liberal” blog over at the Huffington Report. Good job, George.

Shat is the shit

Last night BP and I watched an interesting show on the History Channel last night: How William Shatner Changed the World. They followed NASA engineers, creative types, and the creator of the cell phone through how Star Trek inspired them to create things. It was two hours long. I only watched the first hour because then they got into Star Trek: The Next Generation which I never got in to.

On their website, you can enter a sweepstakes to actually meet William Shatner at a Star Trek convention in Las Vegas: http://www.historychannel.com/space/sweeps/registration.jsp

Sorry, but this is just too cute.

The cat was looking down in the sofa cushions for a straw, and all that was peeking out was her head.