A Grass Roots Movement...

HALLIE TWOMEY FOR PRESIDENT!!!

This just in off the blogging wire....

There is a groundswell rumbling through our country. An event of epic (maybe) purportion, preportion, porportion, well, a big damn event. And it was conceived in the mind of a retired militant, errrrr, a retired military person, a blogger, a woman. I am now formally endorsing this candidate. You want someone to clean up the government? This woman can do it. Big business? No problem. Fuel costs? She will handle that, too. How do I know this? She has two teenage sons and two wiener dogs, and, lest we forget, a marvelous husband, and if she can deal with them, she can deal with anything!!! Want proof? Go check it out...

http://wonderfulworldofweiners.blogspot.com/
Wonderful World of Wieners

Stand up America! Stand up for women's rights! Stand up for wieners! Stand up for the rights of the little guy... Now get out there and VOTE.

(this is not a paid political ad... this is just part of the ground swell of a swell idea...)

I Lost My A....

Well, actually I didn't lose it because I still have my 'a', but the metal clip that holds it to my keyboard is gone. While I'm getting used to typing with a different "feel" to my 'a' finger, I just thought I would write about it because, as we all know, I could use a proof reader and sometimes I miss the little mistakes. So if you see words with an extra 'a', like baanaana, or words that are missing an 'a', like wht's that or such, just know that I've lost the "feeling" in my 'a' and I miss it sometimes.

Happy Sunday!

Mosquitoes....

Big freakin' mosquitoes!!! Biting like crazy mosquitoes!!! I had mowed earlier today along the road in front of our place and some inside the fence, but I took a break for a while, ate some supper and decided to go out and mow around our pond/swamp/mud hole. Silly me, I thought being on the smelly hot mower and moving along at a rapid, oh, I don't know, maybe 5 mph pace that the mosquitoes wouldn't bother me.... Wrong!! After 4 days of off and on rain, about 6 inches total, the mosquitoes had been breeding like there was no tomorrow and, like any good sex orgy, if you don't smoke, how about a nice snack afterwards?!! I used to joke when I was younger and went to parties that people always invited me to the back yard bar-b-ques because all the mosquitoes would go for me and the other guests, friends, freeloaders, etc., could eat and visit in peace because I would be somewhere around the back yard doing the St. Vitus dance or looking like the mad swatter run-a-muck. When those babies bite me I get quarter to half dollar size welts on me and the dang bastards can find me no matter where I am. It would at least give me some satisfaction when I would manage to swat one of them and they would splat blood on my arm, leg, neck, face or where ever I manage to hit them, knowing if I couldn't eat for swatting them, I could interrupt their supper. And I do know, even in my old age, to put the bug spray or lotion on after supper time if I go out, but I hate to put that stuff on my skin, knowing all the stuff about deet and all that stuff in the sprays and lotions that keep the buggers from biting.

MMMmmmhhhmmmm.. and I smoked for close to 35 years and had unprotected sex back in the olden days and I worry about DEET?

Yes I was blonde when I was younger.... just mousy brown now without the bleach. Got to go put the benadryl lotion on my bites to stop the itch. Have a good evening.

A Little Bit Of Sunshine...

We have not had any rain for the last twenty four hours so I jumped on the riding mower and got after the tall grass on the outside of our fence all along our road. When I went out to get the paper yesterday and saw all the goatheads (stickers, big freakin' painful stickers) I knew that the mowing had to be high on the outdoor priority list. If you live out in the country around here you have to fight them all the time. We had them beat back pretty good in the areas inside the fence but it seems like if you don't or can't mow for a couple of weeks, there they are, waiting for you when you go to weed or weed eat and, dang, they hurt when you get 'em stuck in your fingers or when you kneel in the garden to weed and get them in your knees or your seat if you sit back on your heels and find you have picked them up in the legs of your jeans. And if my fur babies get in them I always get stuck trying to get them out of their fur. Chloe, my older baby, will stop where ever she is and hold up her paw with that "Mommy, help" look in her eyes. SueSue will gimp and go and I have to call her down so she will stop and let me get it out. So I gave up an afternoon of Olympics and mowed as much as I could without getting stuck in some of the low spots, but I'm back at the 'puter, in front of the television and ready to root on the U.S. in whatever is on tonight.

And, yes, we are supposed to get more rain tomorrow, so I did good getting off my lazy butt!!

Hope you all have a good day.

Rain...

I like the rain. It's very calming and I sleep very well with the rain coming down steadily, gently. There's a couple of things that are not wonderful with the rain, though. When it starts to rain, we lose our satellite internet. We are far enough out in the country that we have no cable, so we have to depend on satellites for our television and our internet, and our television satellite is just that, television. So we have to have another company for our internet. Fortunately the tv doesn't go out quite as easily, but we have had some pretty bad storms come through that have knocked out the tv satellite as well, which makes you a bit nervous when you live in the Oklahoma, in tornado alley, in a mobile home, but that's another story. The other thing bad about a rain front is that it makes me hurt. I've noticed the last several years that when the barometer changes my fibromyalgia kicks up and I just hurt. So I usually end up back in bed with my two living hot water bottles cuddled up to me. Not that I mind a nap, but I just get tired of being tired and hurting sometimes. Then it quits raining and I go out and walk around the yard and take photos like these:





I am blessed in soooo many ways...

Row, Row, Row Your Boat...

I'm sitting here this beautiful Sunday morning watching the sculling competition from Beijing. I love the Olympic Games, and I especially enjoy watching the sculls. I have always wanted to try rowing. It just looks so peaceful, out on the water, pulling on your oars in such a rhythmical beat, in tune with yourself, the boat, the water. I don't have any idea where this desire was born or why I feel so drawn to it, but I hope, before I die, to be able to try it to see if it is all that I feel that it would be. Knowing me, I would probably tip over, but then I never had been afraid of getting wet. Come to think of it, as long as I can remember I've had people telling me I'm all wet anyway.

Ahhh, if you don't have dreams, what do you have?

Home Again...

Last Saturday my brother and sister-in-law called me and wanted me to meet them for brunch. They had driven up to Okla. City for a medical meeting, and since they were in the vicinity, decided to call so we could have a visit while they were up this way. We met at a Cracker Barrel (love those pancakes) and to make a long story short, they kidnapped me. Well, not really kidnapped since they had to follow me out into the country so I could get some clothes and drop off my truck and tell my friend that I was being abducted for a few days. They had not been to my home since we got it last year so they got to find out where in the boonies we were and got to see the garden and I dug up a mess of red potatoes, picked some tomatoes and okra and loaded up and headed south to Ft. Worth. My sister-in-law had finished her schooling a year ago to become an ordained minister, and while she is not looking for a church to be assigned to, she can, and has, married 'em and buried 'em and she tries to save folks souls in between, but last Sunday was the first time that she was going to take the pulpit of their church for the main Sunday service. Now, this is a fairly good sized church and she had been asked, instead of the associate pastor, to preach while the pastor was at conference , so she was, understandably, pretty nervous and she really wanted me and other family members there for moral and emotional support. I don't really understand why she wanted me there, since I basically am pretty much a heathen even though I do believe in God, about the only time I go to church anymore is when I'm in Ft. Worth visiting at their home, but she and I get along real well and she does value my opinion, which, of course, I don't offer unless I'm asked.... or mad, or just in the mood to opinionize. So that's the reason I've been away. I was abducted and my brother couldn't un-abduct me until yesterday because he was on duty at the hospital, but I'm back now and looking forward to speculating, cogitating and agitating on any thing that comes to what little mind I have left, and am glad to be back to my slower paced way of life.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it...