We could all stand to learn a lesson or two from this guy. What an inspiring story!! Take a look and make your own plans to carry on this amazing legacy.
From ABC News online:
http://abcnews.go.com/WNT/ChristmasCountdown/story?id=2680144&page=1
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
Thanksgiving+Football=Awesome
I live in Texas. Therefore Thanksgiving is synonymous with football. Professional, college and high school...and I love every minute of it. Not only did the Cowboys have a fantastic game on Thursday, but we got to witness a stellar high school game today. My darlin' husband's high school team, the Southlake Carroll Dragons, played Trinity High School today at Texas Stadium. Almost 47,000 people in attendance and two teams that were very well-matched in talent. Nothing better to help burn off that turkey and extra pie then jumping up & down and balancing on the edge of your seat. It was a great game and the Dragons prevailed 22-21. I am also maniacally happy about it because Trinity once knocked MY very own high school team (the infamous Grapevine Mustangs) out of the playoffs. Aaahhh, retribution. That was, of course, many moons ago but the wound has yet to heal.
Why all this talk about football? What is it about the sport that brings people together and rouses feelings of nostalgia? Who knows...but I love it. All of it. The sounds, the smells, the painted faces and cheerleaders that don't know the words to the school song. It embodies all that is good about this country...and about Texas. :)
In other important football news:
Waco High School wins over Dallas-Hillcrest to advance to the next round of the 4A Division II playoffs (go Lions!!)
Grapevine kicks off tomorrow against DeSoto in round 2...we'll see how that goes.
AND...last but not least:
Texas A&M: 12
Texas: 7
Wow...an upset of epic proportions. I still can't believe it. We followed the game from our seats at Texas stadium via my cell phone and a sweet Aggie girl with a Walkman. Again, community at it's best (and well, at its most annoying when it comes to Aggies...like my precious darlin' loving man). While I can admit no love for either team (BOTH smushed my Baylor Bears on the field this year), it is always fun to see an underdog pull one out. That, and Darlin' will be in a right fine mood for at least 2 months because of the victory and will likely be more then willing to cheerfully do my bidding! Which, after all, is what I am really after.
Why all this talk about football? What is it about the sport that brings people together and rouses feelings of nostalgia? Who knows...but I love it. All of it. The sounds, the smells, the painted faces and cheerleaders that don't know the words to the school song. It embodies all that is good about this country...and about Texas. :)
In other important football news:
Waco High School wins over Dallas-Hillcrest to advance to the next round of the 4A Division II playoffs (go Lions!!)
Grapevine kicks off tomorrow against DeSoto in round 2...we'll see how that goes.
AND...last but not least:
Texas A&M: 12
Texas: 7
Wow...an upset of epic proportions. I still can't believe it. We followed the game from our seats at Texas stadium via my cell phone and a sweet Aggie girl with a Walkman. Again, community at it's best (and well, at its most annoying when it comes to Aggies...like my precious darlin' loving man). While I can admit no love for either team (BOTH smushed my Baylor Bears on the field this year), it is always fun to see an underdog pull one out. That, and Darlin' will be in a right fine mood for at least 2 months because of the victory and will likely be more then willing to cheerfully do my bidding! Which, after all, is what I am really after.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
We'll take them...all of them
Read this article: http://msnbc.msn.com/id/14997834/?GT1=8506
First of all, let me say that this is a great story. 300 abandoned pets from the Beirut war are being air-lifted to America to find new homes. It is just the kind of thing I would support and gives me hope that the basic good in all people will shine through…eventually. This effort provides evidence that there IS something that connects us all…even if it is furry, has four legs and fleas. I love animals…all of them. I’d take in every last mutty dog and stray cat if I could (and everyone who knows me knows I will probably TRY). I’m all for saving the whales, the owls, the beetles and the manatees…and who ever else needs saving from our thoughtless plunder of nature. I think we have a moral and ethical obligation to take care of the animals on this planet -- especially those we have domesticated as pets and taught to be dependent on humans for food and affection.
But unfortunately this isn’t about the animals. It is about our continuance as Americans to take care of the rest of the world’s problems and tragedies, while people in many of those same regions rage hateful wars against us. This story is a perfect metaphor. There are hundreds and thousands of homeless and unwanted pets euthanized in America every year. Thousands of rescue organizations work tirelessly at the heart-breaking and never-ending job of caring for, placing, and often having to destroy these animals we have so carelessly let come in to a world with no plan to provide care for them. Yet here we are, opening our arms and hearts again to those in need – and they aren’t even ours. "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free." …your lost and abandoned little lives…we don’t care, we’ll take care of them because that is what we DO here in America. Maybe it is because we have seen too many Disney movies; after all, in many countries (see exhibit A, China, where recently thousands and thousands of dogs/pets were beaten to death in the streets to prevent a POSSIBLE rabies outbreak) no one would take a moment to think of saving these animals. They would be efficiently put to death and disposed of. When the socioeconomic circumstances of a country make it necessary to decide between caring for a human or caring for a dog, the question be comes less difficult to answer. But for the most part, we have been blessed and don’t have to make that choice in America. So here we are taking in Lebanese animals because we believe in the value of a life – any life – and we will use our recourses with out giving a second thought to it; faithfully filling a need in the hopes of saving a life.
Have we not done essentially the same thing in every corner of the world throughout our history as a nation? When there is a natural disaster, a war, a crisis of any kind and people need help, Americans are always there. It matters not to us that the people of the affected country are poor, that the land has few resources, or what skin color and religion happens to be prominent there. We will help. People can criticize our government, our collective gluttony and our past errors all they want, but when their country has a tsunami that kills 200 thousand people, we’ll still be there. Yes, there are people in America – often in the public eye – who make bad decisions and are very wrong. We know this and see they do not represent the majority of us. However, good or bad, it is part of life in America. What I don’t think the people who hate us understand is that 99% of the people living in America are not like that. Their hatred is misplaced and innocent people are suffering for their lack of vision. It is not wars and bombs that will kill this world; it is abhorrent generalizations, a complete lack of grace and a pervasive unwillingness to be open to the fact that we are all ONE. We ALL need to be reminded of this fact.
The U.S. government is not perfect. No government is perfect. No one person or leader is always going to make the “right” decision – it is simply not possible. However, in America, we have the freedom to choose our leader, and I think, can basically trust that the people in our government are, for the most part, people who are trying to make the best decisions they can with what information is available to them at the time. So no one in government has an agenda or can be influenced my money? Hardly. But I still have to believe, that this is the best thing going.
There are many in the U.S. rumbling about protecting ourselves from our enemies, closing our borders and cutting off aid to foreign nations…essentially sealing ourselves up in a bubble. To do these things would suffocate the very thing that makes America…well, America. Our openness to other cultures, our desire to help those in need, and our willingness to know this world and to be part of it are some of the essential concepts at the heart of this country. If we, for example, “protect ourselves” from terrorism by banning all individuals of middle-eastern decent from all flights (ignore, for a moment, the fact that this is absurd and not feasible in any sort of way) we cease to be what we claim to be at our core, kill an essential truth of this country, and abandon our rich heritage -- all in the name of “protection”. Political junkies on the extreme ends of the Right/Left spectrum will say what they may, but the millions of Americans walking the streets, going to work and taking care of their families on a daily basis will NOT let this happen. We will not give up on the dream of freedom from oppression that brought the founders of this country across the ocean; we will not give in to hatred and fear and live in distrust of the world around us; we will not let our compassion for others dry up; we will NOT give up on what it means to be American.
When your country has a need, don’t worry, we’ll be there; no matter how many times a few extremists -- who we know do not represent you or the majority your countrymen -- kill our civilians and soldiers. We know that, like us, the people living around the world – those who get up everyday, eat, work, and live – are the majority and do not want to be represented by a small but hateful faction. How can we still maintain this perspective and understanding after all that has happened? It’s called grace and our country was founded on it. While we sometimes forget it, step on it, misuse it and neglect it, grace remains life-current that runs through all we do.
So bring on the homeless dogs from Beirut. We’ll take them…all of them. And we’ll do the best we can to heal, feed and provide for them because that is what we do here.
First of all, let me say that this is a great story. 300 abandoned pets from the Beirut war are being air-lifted to America to find new homes. It is just the kind of thing I would support and gives me hope that the basic good in all people will shine through…eventually. This effort provides evidence that there IS something that connects us all…even if it is furry, has four legs and fleas. I love animals…all of them. I’d take in every last mutty dog and stray cat if I could (and everyone who knows me knows I will probably TRY). I’m all for saving the whales, the owls, the beetles and the manatees…and who ever else needs saving from our thoughtless plunder of nature. I think we have a moral and ethical obligation to take care of the animals on this planet -- especially those we have domesticated as pets and taught to be dependent on humans for food and affection.
But unfortunately this isn’t about the animals. It is about our continuance as Americans to take care of the rest of the world’s problems and tragedies, while people in many of those same regions rage hateful wars against us. This story is a perfect metaphor. There are hundreds and thousands of homeless and unwanted pets euthanized in America every year. Thousands of rescue organizations work tirelessly at the heart-breaking and never-ending job of caring for, placing, and often having to destroy these animals we have so carelessly let come in to a world with no plan to provide care for them. Yet here we are, opening our arms and hearts again to those in need – and they aren’t even ours. "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free." …your lost and abandoned little lives…we don’t care, we’ll take care of them because that is what we DO here in America. Maybe it is because we have seen too many Disney movies; after all, in many countries (see exhibit A, China, where recently thousands and thousands of dogs/pets were beaten to death in the streets to prevent a POSSIBLE rabies outbreak) no one would take a moment to think of saving these animals. They would be efficiently put to death and disposed of. When the socioeconomic circumstances of a country make it necessary to decide between caring for a human or caring for a dog, the question be comes less difficult to answer. But for the most part, we have been blessed and don’t have to make that choice in America. So here we are taking in Lebanese animals because we believe in the value of a life – any life – and we will use our recourses with out giving a second thought to it; faithfully filling a need in the hopes of saving a life.
Have we not done essentially the same thing in every corner of the world throughout our history as a nation? When there is a natural disaster, a war, a crisis of any kind and people need help, Americans are always there. It matters not to us that the people of the affected country are poor, that the land has few resources, or what skin color and religion happens to be prominent there. We will help. People can criticize our government, our collective gluttony and our past errors all they want, but when their country has a tsunami that kills 200 thousand people, we’ll still be there. Yes, there are people in America – often in the public eye – who make bad decisions and are very wrong. We know this and see they do not represent the majority of us. However, good or bad, it is part of life in America. What I don’t think the people who hate us understand is that 99% of the people living in America are not like that. Their hatred is misplaced and innocent people are suffering for their lack of vision. It is not wars and bombs that will kill this world; it is abhorrent generalizations, a complete lack of grace and a pervasive unwillingness to be open to the fact that we are all ONE. We ALL need to be reminded of this fact.
The U.S. government is not perfect. No government is perfect. No one person or leader is always going to make the “right” decision – it is simply not possible. However, in America, we have the freedom to choose our leader, and I think, can basically trust that the people in our government are, for the most part, people who are trying to make the best decisions they can with what information is available to them at the time. So no one in government has an agenda or can be influenced my money? Hardly. But I still have to believe, that this is the best thing going.
There are many in the U.S. rumbling about protecting ourselves from our enemies, closing our borders and cutting off aid to foreign nations…essentially sealing ourselves up in a bubble. To do these things would suffocate the very thing that makes America…well, America. Our openness to other cultures, our desire to help those in need, and our willingness to know this world and to be part of it are some of the essential concepts at the heart of this country. If we, for example, “protect ourselves” from terrorism by banning all individuals of middle-eastern decent from all flights (ignore, for a moment, the fact that this is absurd and not feasible in any sort of way) we cease to be what we claim to be at our core, kill an essential truth of this country, and abandon our rich heritage -- all in the name of “protection”. Political junkies on the extreme ends of the Right/Left spectrum will say what they may, but the millions of Americans walking the streets, going to work and taking care of their families on a daily basis will NOT let this happen. We will not give up on the dream of freedom from oppression that brought the founders of this country across the ocean; we will not give in to hatred and fear and live in distrust of the world around us; we will not let our compassion for others dry up; we will NOT give up on what it means to be American.
When your country has a need, don’t worry, we’ll be there; no matter how many times a few extremists -- who we know do not represent you or the majority your countrymen -- kill our civilians and soldiers. We know that, like us, the people living around the world – those who get up everyday, eat, work, and live – are the majority and do not want to be represented by a small but hateful faction. How can we still maintain this perspective and understanding after all that has happened? It’s called grace and our country was founded on it. While we sometimes forget it, step on it, misuse it and neglect it, grace remains life-current that runs through all we do.
So bring on the homeless dogs from Beirut. We’ll take them…all of them. And we’ll do the best we can to heal, feed and provide for them because that is what we do here.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Wedded Bliss
So my best girl friend has said "I do", kissed the groom and is off on a cruise to Jamaica. The wedding was, of course, beautiful and perfect and I could not be happier for Chris & Shannon (& Velcro...he is no longer a bastard kitty!).
But it got me thinking...how people find each other, fall in love and decide that THIS is what they want for the rest of their lives? I am still suckling at the forever-love teet -- I still believe it is real and it happens...if we let it. But then why do so many marriages fail? Is it, as some say, that the institution of marriage is not realistic? Are we all meant to be horny little suckers ever-searching for the next thrill? I just can't believe that is true. I think we are just a bunch a lazy quitters. The paradox has come to mind because in the midst of sending our friends off into what I know will be wedded bliss, we have been watching the 37-year marriage of another couple disintegrate. Two people who have been sweethearts since they were teenagers, have raised three children, and been nothing less then shining examples of what to do. I just can't believe that he just woke up one day and realized he didn't love her. I can't fathom that she is so desperate to win him back that she has resorted to following him, checking his cell phone and credit cards. It is so very sad to me.
I admittedly have a super-huge crush on a celebrity-chef/sexy guy with a TV show on the Travel Channel who will remain nameless (tee hee hee!). Don't worry, my husband knows and thinks it is in the top ten of wildly funny things of the century and constantly teases me. I bring this up because even with my crazy crush on someone I'll never know (I still play "what if"...you know, he came to Waco, saw me across a crowded room and instantly knew how down-to-earth and groovy I am)...regardless of my silly fantasy crush, I could not ACTUALLY imagine being with anyone besides the man sitting across the table from me right now.
So what makes some relationships stick and other fall apart? Doesn't everyone one, at some point in the relationship, have the same "this is the ONE" feeling? What changes, goes wrong, or stops working? What can you say to the newlyweds to help them avoid the pitfalls?
Again, I don't know the answers...I just ask the questions.
But it got me thinking...how people find each other, fall in love and decide that THIS is what they want for the rest of their lives? I am still suckling at the forever-love teet -- I still believe it is real and it happens...if we let it. But then why do so many marriages fail? Is it, as some say, that the institution of marriage is not realistic? Are we all meant to be horny little suckers ever-searching for the next thrill? I just can't believe that is true. I think we are just a bunch a lazy quitters. The paradox has come to mind because in the midst of sending our friends off into what I know will be wedded bliss, we have been watching the 37-year marriage of another couple disintegrate. Two people who have been sweethearts since they were teenagers, have raised three children, and been nothing less then shining examples of what to do. I just can't believe that he just woke up one day and realized he didn't love her. I can't fathom that she is so desperate to win him back that she has resorted to following him, checking his cell phone and credit cards. It is so very sad to me.
I admittedly have a super-huge crush on a celebrity-chef/sexy guy with a TV show on the Travel Channel who will remain nameless (tee hee hee!). Don't worry, my husband knows and thinks it is in the top ten of wildly funny things of the century and constantly teases me. I bring this up because even with my crazy crush on someone I'll never know (I still play "what if"...you know, he came to Waco, saw me across a crowded room and instantly knew how down-to-earth and groovy I am)...regardless of my silly fantasy crush, I could not ACTUALLY imagine being with anyone besides the man sitting across the table from me right now.
So what makes some relationships stick and other fall apart? Doesn't everyone one, at some point in the relationship, have the same "this is the ONE" feeling? What changes, goes wrong, or stops working? What can you say to the newlyweds to help them avoid the pitfalls?
Again, I don't know the answers...I just ask the questions.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Remember
Today CNN is showing online the real-time news broadcasts that aired five years ago when the U.S. was attacked. It is so bizarre to see the panic again -- the surprise and confusion about something we have now been living with the reality of for years. I was watching just now when the realization hit that the flight that crashed in Pennsylvania was also part of the attack. The disbelief expressed is staggering to hear again.
I did not see any coverage of 9/11 until late in the evening that day. We moved from Dallas to Waco five years ago today and had to listen to it all on the radio until we unpacked the TV at the back of the trailer. It was surreal to be driving, all my family, pets and belongings in separate cars, on my way to start a new life in different city. It was supposed to be a happy day. But as the news continued to break I realized it was going to be far from that. I remember stopping at a gas station half way between Dallas and Waco and just looking at everyone differently than I would have on any other day. While I am sure the shock and disbelief we felt was nothing like what was felt in New York, D.C. and Pennsylvania, it was none the less palpable. Somehow, we were all suddenly connected in a way that we neither chose not wanted, but that was very, very, real. I remember thinking, as I am sure everyone did, is this it? Is this all? Will it continue tomorrow? We couldn’t close on our house that day because the Fed Ex plane carrying all our papers had been grounded. This meant we should not technically have been allowed to be in the house, but our realtor handed over the keys anyway – one of the advantages to living in a small town I guess. I remember being worried about being so close to Crawford, wondering if that would become a target as well.
Today I keep watching the footage of the crashes thinking, somewhere in my irrational mind, that at least once the other plane won’t hit or the towers won’t actually fall. Even though I have seen the clips over and over again I still feel like I’ve been punched in the chest when I see the buildings go down. I can not fathom how those who lost their loved ones that day feel when they see the videos. I can not imagine looking and looking and hoping against hope for someone to come home, only to realize they are gone for ever – taken in an instant by someone’s hate for this country.
Remember the surge of patriotism that came after the attacks? How everyone came together and swore to put aside differences for the love of our country? The pictures and stories of heroism we heard that made us all look at our firemen and police officers in a different light? The WWII, Korean and Vietnam vets who wanted to re-up and go find who ever did this to the country that had fought so valiantly for? We all flew the flag and did what we could to help each other. We all grieved for our people and for those lost. For a few months we were all just AMERICANS and our most important conversations were with God. We had signs and bumper stickers that said we’d never forget, but five years later we have done just that. The stickers are faded and peeling, church attendance is back down and we are once again segregating ourselves by race, religion and socioeconomic status.
In the last five years we have seen our share of disasters around the world and on our own soil. The tsunami in Sri Lanka, the on-going genocide in Darfur, atrocities in Iraq, hurricane Katrina, the earthquake in India, the bombing of Lebanon…and the list goes on and on. Through every tragedy, we see something of the character of humans that we don’t see on a daily basis -- the willingness to help, the compassion for others, and the view that we are all one and connected by something bigger then ourselves. Why does it take tragedy to remind of these essential truths?
Looking back, you may see things differently then you did that day because of the events that have taken place since. But just stop and think and try to remember, even if just for today, what it was really like to be watching the events unfold on 9/11/01. Maybe, in the midst of remembering a horrific event, you can also remember the good that resulted from it – the conversations with forgotten friends, taking the time to hug and kiss your children, the sense of pride you felt when you saw the flag in front of businesses & houses, the money you realized you didn’t really need that could go to help someone else, the faith you felt in our country to ultimately do the right thing, the tears that came to your eyes when you heard the national anthem sung at the first football game of the year -- the realization that life is temporary and too short not to be living a life of love, grace & joy and sharing everything you can with those around you.
I did not see any coverage of 9/11 until late in the evening that day. We moved from Dallas to Waco five years ago today and had to listen to it all on the radio until we unpacked the TV at the back of the trailer. It was surreal to be driving, all my family, pets and belongings in separate cars, on my way to start a new life in different city. It was supposed to be a happy day. But as the news continued to break I realized it was going to be far from that. I remember stopping at a gas station half way between Dallas and Waco and just looking at everyone differently than I would have on any other day. While I am sure the shock and disbelief we felt was nothing like what was felt in New York, D.C. and Pennsylvania, it was none the less palpable. Somehow, we were all suddenly connected in a way that we neither chose not wanted, but that was very, very, real. I remember thinking, as I am sure everyone did, is this it? Is this all? Will it continue tomorrow? We couldn’t close on our house that day because the Fed Ex plane carrying all our papers had been grounded. This meant we should not technically have been allowed to be in the house, but our realtor handed over the keys anyway – one of the advantages to living in a small town I guess. I remember being worried about being so close to Crawford, wondering if that would become a target as well.
Today I keep watching the footage of the crashes thinking, somewhere in my irrational mind, that at least once the other plane won’t hit or the towers won’t actually fall. Even though I have seen the clips over and over again I still feel like I’ve been punched in the chest when I see the buildings go down. I can not fathom how those who lost their loved ones that day feel when they see the videos. I can not imagine looking and looking and hoping against hope for someone to come home, only to realize they are gone for ever – taken in an instant by someone’s hate for this country.
Remember the surge of patriotism that came after the attacks? How everyone came together and swore to put aside differences for the love of our country? The pictures and stories of heroism we heard that made us all look at our firemen and police officers in a different light? The WWII, Korean and Vietnam vets who wanted to re-up and go find who ever did this to the country that had fought so valiantly for? We all flew the flag and did what we could to help each other. We all grieved for our people and for those lost. For a few months we were all just AMERICANS and our most important conversations were with God. We had signs and bumper stickers that said we’d never forget, but five years later we have done just that. The stickers are faded and peeling, church attendance is back down and we are once again segregating ourselves by race, religion and socioeconomic status.
In the last five years we have seen our share of disasters around the world and on our own soil. The tsunami in Sri Lanka, the on-going genocide in Darfur, atrocities in Iraq, hurricane Katrina, the earthquake in India, the bombing of Lebanon…and the list goes on and on. Through every tragedy, we see something of the character of humans that we don’t see on a daily basis -- the willingness to help, the compassion for others, and the view that we are all one and connected by something bigger then ourselves. Why does it take tragedy to remind of these essential truths?
Looking back, you may see things differently then you did that day because of the events that have taken place since. But just stop and think and try to remember, even if just for today, what it was really like to be watching the events unfold on 9/11/01. Maybe, in the midst of remembering a horrific event, you can also remember the good that resulted from it – the conversations with forgotten friends, taking the time to hug and kiss your children, the sense of pride you felt when you saw the flag in front of businesses & houses, the money you realized you didn’t really need that could go to help someone else, the faith you felt in our country to ultimately do the right thing, the tears that came to your eyes when you heard the national anthem sung at the first football game of the year -- the realization that life is temporary and too short not to be living a life of love, grace & joy and sharing everything you can with those around you.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
I love this...
I think this is one of the most outstanding things I have heard about in a long time. Reading this gives me faith and hope in our future...but also saddens me deeply in regards to our current business leaders.
Take a look and this article from ABC news online: http://blogs.abcnews.com/theblotter/2006/08/us_school_kids_.html
Take a look and this article from ABC news online: http://blogs.abcnews.com/theblotter/2006/08/us_school_kids_.html
August in Texas
I received this silly forward today at work...and oh how fitting it really is! We have had ONE day this month that the high was less then 100, and it does not look like there is anything cooler on the way for a while. Don't even talk to me about heat index either...ugh! I do so love my Texas, but this is getting a bit out of hand! We have given up on watering the backyard...it is a lovely shade of maroon now. Ah well.
So here ya go...grab a tall glass of ice tea and enjoy a good laugh!
YOU KNOW YOU ARE IN TEXAS IN AUGUST WHEN. . . .
The birds have to use potholders to pull worms out of the ground.
The trees are whistling for the dogs.
The best parking place is determined by shade instead of distance.
Hot water now comes out of both taps.
You can make sun tea instantly.
You learn that a seat belt buckle makes a pretty good branding iron!
The temperature drops below 95 and you feel a little chilly.
You discover that in August it only takes 2 fingers to steer your car.
You discover that you can get sunburned through your car window.
You actually burn your hand opening the car door.
You break into a sweat the instant you step outside at 7:30 a.m.
Your biggest bicycle wreck fear is, "What if I get knocked out and end up lying on the pavement and cook to death?"
You realize that asphalt has a liquid state.
The potatoes cook underground, so all you have to do is pull one out and add butter, salt and pepper.
Farmers are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep them from laying boiled eggs.
The cows are giving evaporated milk.
Ah, what a place to call home.
God Bless Our State of TEXAS !!
So here ya go...grab a tall glass of ice tea and enjoy a good laugh!
YOU KNOW YOU ARE IN TEXAS IN AUGUST WHEN. . . .
The birds have to use potholders to pull worms out of the ground.
The trees are whistling for the dogs.
The best parking place is determined by shade instead of distance.
Hot water now comes out of both taps.
You can make sun tea instantly.
You learn that a seat belt buckle makes a pretty good branding iron!
The temperature drops below 95 and you feel a little chilly.
You discover that in August it only takes 2 fingers to steer your car.
You discover that you can get sunburned through your car window.
You actually burn your hand opening the car door.
You break into a sweat the instant you step outside at 7:30 a.m.
Your biggest bicycle wreck fear is, "What if I get knocked out and end up lying on the pavement and cook to death?"
You realize that asphalt has a liquid state.
The potatoes cook underground, so all you have to do is pull one out and add butter, salt and pepper.
Farmers are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep them from laying boiled eggs.
The cows are giving evaporated milk.
Ah, what a place to call home.
God Bless Our State of TEXAS !!
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
Lock me in the bathroom, please.
What is on my mind today? That is a great question. I am content today, but with deep undertones of longing. How is that for making sense?! I am happily introspective and in the mood to observe and contemplate life, not to actually participate in it.
My big, black dog, Bosque, has recently aquired the habit of locking himself in our downstairs half-bath. He goes in, noses the door shut, and curls up in front of it – blocking everyone else from entering. Beautiful darkness and solitude. Since there is an air vent in there it gets very cool and I am sure he loves it. When we finally get him out there is always a big puddle of drool on the floor where he was sleeping. I think that must be the best sleep ever. I am thinking today I wish I could lock myself in the bathroom and sleep for a day – get away from all the stimuli the world throws at me every second of every day and get away from my own assault of thoughts for a while. As William Wordsworth said, “the world is too much with us.” Too bad our modern world does not respect & value humans’ need to get away from it all every now and then. Wouldn’t it be great if you could just take the day off from all responsibility with no better reason then, “I need to spend some time with nature”? And your boss, your kids, your spouse and all those to whom you have commitments would understand and applaud you for listening to your intuitive nature? We’d all be a lot happier and healthier if that were the case.
One of my all-time favorite poems (I’ve probably posted it before):
William Wordsworth: The World Is Too Much with Us (1807)
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn
My big, black dog, Bosque, has recently aquired the habit of locking himself in our downstairs half-bath. He goes in, noses the door shut, and curls up in front of it – blocking everyone else from entering. Beautiful darkness and solitude. Since there is an air vent in there it gets very cool and I am sure he loves it. When we finally get him out there is always a big puddle of drool on the floor where he was sleeping. I think that must be the best sleep ever. I am thinking today I wish I could lock myself in the bathroom and sleep for a day – get away from all the stimuli the world throws at me every second of every day and get away from my own assault of thoughts for a while. As William Wordsworth said, “the world is too much with us.” Too bad our modern world does not respect & value humans’ need to get away from it all every now and then. Wouldn’t it be great if you could just take the day off from all responsibility with no better reason then, “I need to spend some time with nature”? And your boss, your kids, your spouse and all those to whom you have commitments would understand and applaud you for listening to your intuitive nature? We’d all be a lot happier and healthier if that were the case.
One of my all-time favorite poems (I’ve probably posted it before):
William Wordsworth: The World Is Too Much with Us (1807)
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Shannon and Chris in '06
More updates from my bestest friend Shannon & her man, Chris, have been added to Shannon and Chris in '06
Please, if you visit, make some comments. Chris is threatening to boycott the blog if the comments don't increase!
Please, if you visit, make some comments. Chris is threatening to boycott the blog if the comments don't increase!
Thursday, July 27, 2006
10 Things You Don't know about Women
Here is a great article that was featured on MSN.com today (the link is at the bottom of the page). Not only is it hilarious, but it was written by the amazingly beautiful and talented actress, Sela Ward. You gotta love her.
10 Things You Don’t know about Women
By Sela Ward
1. Remember in old movies when women used to swoon and "take to the bed" for days at a time? That never happens. We're stronger than that. That being said, if we ever decide to "take to the bed" for days at a time, there's not a thing you can do about it.
2. Sometimes we think we really understand men. Then we regain consciousness.
3. Superskinny women really irritate us. We hate when they say, "Sometimes I just forget to eat." Now, I've forgotten my anniversary and where I parked my car. But I've never forgotten to eat.
4. We do like to have sex, just not at midnight when we have to get up at the crack of dawn to feed two kids, three dogs, and a pair of fat goldfish.
5. We'll gladly agree to stop complaining about our "time of the month" if men will kindly take over the little chores of childbearing, morning sickness, and postpartum emotional swings. Deal?
6. Women really do want to be on time. It's just that everything starts so darned early.
7. We know high heels are sexy, but we'll take our comfy black Uggs any day of the week.
8. Homespun wisdom from someone who knows: Just because we're southern belles doesn't mean we have bats in our belfries.
9. We really do like to cook. It's just that we cooked so much for our boyfriends before we got married that we're sick of being in the kitchen. Sorry you missed it.
10. Men are free to think they're the boss, as long as they know we're the chairman of the board.
http://lifestyle.msn.com/men/articlees.aspx?cp-documentid=678712>1=8307
10 Things You Don’t know about Women
By Sela Ward
1. Remember in old movies when women used to swoon and "take to the bed" for days at a time? That never happens. We're stronger than that. That being said, if we ever decide to "take to the bed" for days at a time, there's not a thing you can do about it.
2. Sometimes we think we really understand men. Then we regain consciousness.
3. Superskinny women really irritate us. We hate when they say, "Sometimes I just forget to eat." Now, I've forgotten my anniversary and where I parked my car. But I've never forgotten to eat.
4. We do like to have sex, just not at midnight when we have to get up at the crack of dawn to feed two kids, three dogs, and a pair of fat goldfish.
5. We'll gladly agree to stop complaining about our "time of the month" if men will kindly take over the little chores of childbearing, morning sickness, and postpartum emotional swings. Deal?
6. Women really do want to be on time. It's just that everything starts so darned early.
7. We know high heels are sexy, but we'll take our comfy black Uggs any day of the week.
8. Homespun wisdom from someone who knows: Just because we're southern belles doesn't mean we have bats in our belfries.
9. We really do like to cook. It's just that we cooked so much for our boyfriends before we got married that we're sick of being in the kitchen. Sorry you missed it.
10. Men are free to think they're the boss, as long as they know we're the chairman of the board.
http://lifestyle.msn.com/men/articlees.aspx?cp-documentid=678712>1=8307
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Mid-Life
I seldom find mass-forwarded emails funny anymore...usually because it takes forever to scroll through all the addresses just to get to the bad joke at the end coupled with the plea to "send this to 10 friends or else" line. But this one made laugh...and I needed that today.
Mid-Life:
I've seen two shows lately that went on and on about how mid-life is a great time for women. Just last week Oprah had a whole show on how great menopause will be... Puhleeeeeeeze! I've had a few thoughts of my own and would like to share them with you. Whether you are pushing 40, 50, 60 (or maybe even just pushing your luck) you'll probably relate.
Mid-life is when the growth of hair on our legs slows down. This gives us plenty of time to care for our newly acquired mustache.
In mid-life women no longer have upper arms, we have wing spans. We are no longer women in sleeveless shirts, we are flying squirrels in drag.
Mid-life is when you can stand naked in front of a mirror and you can see your rear without turning around.
Mid-life is when you go for a mammogram and you realize that this is the only time someone will ask you to appear topless.
Mid-life is when you want to grab every firm young lovely in a tube top and scream, "Listen honey, even the Roman empire fell and those will too."
Mid-life brings wisdom to know that life throws us curves and we're sitting on our biggest ones.
Mid-life is when you look at your-know-it-all, beeper-wearing teenager and think: "For this I have stretch marks?"
In mid-life your memory starts to go. In fact the only thing we can retain is water.
Mid-life means that your Body By Jake now includes Legs By Rand McNally
-- more red and blue lines than an accurately scaled map of Wisconsin.
Mid-life means that you become more reflective...You start pondering the "big" questions. What is life? Why am I here? How much Healthy choice ice cream can I eat before it's no longer a healthy choice?
But mid-life also brings with it an appreciation for what is important.
We realize that breasts sag, hips expand and chins double, but our loved ones make the journey worthwhile. Would any of you trade the knowledge that you have now, for the body you had way back when? Maybe our bodies simply have to expand to hold all the wisdom and love we've acquired. That's my philosophy and I'm sticking to it!
Mid-Life:
I've seen two shows lately that went on and on about how mid-life is a great time for women. Just last week Oprah had a whole show on how great menopause will be... Puhleeeeeeeze! I've had a few thoughts of my own and would like to share them with you. Whether you are pushing 40, 50, 60 (or maybe even just pushing your luck) you'll probably relate.
Mid-life is when the growth of hair on our legs slows down. This gives us plenty of time to care for our newly acquired mustache.
In mid-life women no longer have upper arms, we have wing spans. We are no longer women in sleeveless shirts, we are flying squirrels in drag.
Mid-life is when you can stand naked in front of a mirror and you can see your rear without turning around.
Mid-life is when you go for a mammogram and you realize that this is the only time someone will ask you to appear topless.
Mid-life is when you want to grab every firm young lovely in a tube top and scream, "Listen honey, even the Roman empire fell and those will too."
Mid-life brings wisdom to know that life throws us curves and we're sitting on our biggest ones.
Mid-life is when you look at your-know-it-all, beeper-wearing teenager and think: "For this I have stretch marks?"
In mid-life your memory starts to go. In fact the only thing we can retain is water.
Mid-life means that your Body By Jake now includes Legs By Rand McNally
-- more red and blue lines than an accurately scaled map of Wisconsin.
Mid-life means that you become more reflective...You start pondering the "big" questions. What is life? Why am I here? How much Healthy choice ice cream can I eat before it's no longer a healthy choice?
But mid-life also brings with it an appreciation for what is important.
We realize that breasts sag, hips expand and chins double, but our loved ones make the journey worthwhile. Would any of you trade the knowledge that you have now, for the body you had way back when? Maybe our bodies simply have to expand to hold all the wisdom and love we've acquired. That's my philosophy and I'm sticking to it!
Monday, July 03, 2006
Observations From This Side of My Desk
Today should by all rights be a holiday for everyone in America. I know, tomorrow is the REAL holiday…but honestly, those few pitiful souls that did not take off today (such as yours truly) are really not doing anything productive (oh trust me on this). Wouldn’t it be just a heaping shovel full of good ole’ American goodwill to let us all have this day to worship at the alter of charred meat and potato salad? I think so. But as I am apparently the only one who thinks this, I am stuck here at work today trying my best to make it through and stay under the radar of those higher up in the food chain. The following are some observations I have made today that I feel compelled to turn in to a few helpful hints for those trying to make it in the workplace on the day before a holiday:
1.) Never listen to Jimmy Buffett, Bob Marley or the Grateful Dead at work. Absolutely nothing good can come of it and it will only intensify your urge to flee suddenly and will likely only single you out for “random” drug testing.
2.) While consuming ONE diet beverage acts as a little pick-me-up, five such drinks will surely result in anxiety and irrational talk of “staying late” or “taking work home”. Never, never allow either of these things to occur unless notable incentives and rewards have been dangled in front of your oh-so-keen-and-discerning nose. Beware of B.S. disguised as good. (see below)
3.) Do not allow yourself to be talked in to something “fun” identified as “summer hours”. This would include a schedule such as I am suffering through now: 7:30-5:30 with a mere 30 minutes for lunch Monday through Thursday. True, true they sell you on the, “but you’ll get Friday’s OFF!” line of crap, but trust me dear friends, this promise is shallow and as unfulfilling as making out in junior high. While you do have Friday off, you will certainly need every bit of that precious day to RECOVER from the atrocity that is being cooped up in an office for nine and a half hours a day…not even getting a reasonable break for lunch to forage for appropriate food. No no, you will have to use that Friday to work off the five pounds of fast food that will be stuck to your ass. Not to mention the pent-up aggression you will have acquired because you must now be the first person to leave your beloved home and the last person to return. All schedules that may have once existed, bringing you even a slight hit of joy each day, are now annihilated in the name of the elusive “summer hours”. Avoid this phenomenon at all costs.
4.) Reading a book under your desk is hard and hurts your neck (and I don’t think it really fools anyone in to thinking you are hard at work…unless they pay you to inspect your own trash can for hours on end… if that IS the case, good for you.). Better yet to have said book loaded on the iPod for easy and inconspicuous access (not to mention no neck pain!). I am currently in the middle of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road and something about having to read the contraband literary classic under my desk does not seem to fit the adventurous pursuit and freedom of the American dream so aptly described in its pages. Or maybe reading it at work is the perfect “f-you” to those who deem it necessary to keep us imprisoned all day. Humm…
Well that is enough of the drama and hyperbole for one day. Back to work (wink! wink!).
1.) Never listen to Jimmy Buffett, Bob Marley or the Grateful Dead at work. Absolutely nothing good can come of it and it will only intensify your urge to flee suddenly and will likely only single you out for “random” drug testing.
2.) While consuming ONE diet beverage acts as a little pick-me-up, five such drinks will surely result in anxiety and irrational talk of “staying late” or “taking work home”. Never, never allow either of these things to occur unless notable incentives and rewards have been dangled in front of your oh-so-keen-and-discerning nose. Beware of B.S. disguised as good. (see below)
3.) Do not allow yourself to be talked in to something “fun” identified as “summer hours”. This would include a schedule such as I am suffering through now: 7:30-5:30 with a mere 30 minutes for lunch Monday through Thursday. True, true they sell you on the, “but you’ll get Friday’s OFF!” line of crap, but trust me dear friends, this promise is shallow and as unfulfilling as making out in junior high. While you do have Friday off, you will certainly need every bit of that precious day to RECOVER from the atrocity that is being cooped up in an office for nine and a half hours a day…not even getting a reasonable break for lunch to forage for appropriate food. No no, you will have to use that Friday to work off the five pounds of fast food that will be stuck to your ass. Not to mention the pent-up aggression you will have acquired because you must now be the first person to leave your beloved home and the last person to return. All schedules that may have once existed, bringing you even a slight hit of joy each day, are now annihilated in the name of the elusive “summer hours”. Avoid this phenomenon at all costs.
4.) Reading a book under your desk is hard and hurts your neck (and I don’t think it really fools anyone in to thinking you are hard at work…unless they pay you to inspect your own trash can for hours on end… if that IS the case, good for you.). Better yet to have said book loaded on the iPod for easy and inconspicuous access (not to mention no neck pain!). I am currently in the middle of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road and something about having to read the contraband literary classic under my desk does not seem to fit the adventurous pursuit and freedom of the American dream so aptly described in its pages. Or maybe reading it at work is the perfect “f-you” to those who deem it necessary to keep us imprisoned all day. Humm…
Well that is enough of the drama and hyperbole for one day. Back to work (wink! wink!).
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Quote of the Day
"Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them." ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupuery
From: http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Main_Page (what a FUN site!)
Never, never, never grow up. There is absolutely no point in it at all!
From: http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Main_Page (what a FUN site!)
Never, never, never grow up. There is absolutely no point in it at all!
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Making a Difference
With all the negativity and ugliness in the news, a story like this deserves attention...but will likely not get as much as the article next to it about U.S. interrogation at Gitmo. So I thought I'd post it here.
I often rant about people who have near unlimited resources doing very little to help the world around them. I have seen first-hand what just a few caring and generous people can do in a small community and I know the benefit to the world could be exponential if everyone would take a cue from the individuals discussed in the following article. We don't need more cars, gold grillz on our teeth, shoes and purses that cost as much as new car, or ten million dollar houses on every continent. We need to think about humanity and the future of the world we will leave to our children. Every little bit helps. It really does. And that is what makes these people great...and what makes every person who gives of themselves a true hero.
From Newsweek: 15 People Who Make America Great
With this issue, we launch our "Giving Back Awards" in recognition of people who, through bravery or generosity, genius or passion, devote themselves to helping others. From hundreds of nominations, these folks were chosen for imaginative approaches to difficult problems. We hope they remind you of someone -- maybe yourself.
http://msnbc.msn.com/id/13530551/site/newsweek/from/ET/
I often rant about people who have near unlimited resources doing very little to help the world around them. I have seen first-hand what just a few caring and generous people can do in a small community and I know the benefit to the world could be exponential if everyone would take a cue from the individuals discussed in the following article. We don't need more cars, gold grillz on our teeth, shoes and purses that cost as much as new car, or ten million dollar houses on every continent. We need to think about humanity and the future of the world we will leave to our children. Every little bit helps. It really does. And that is what makes these people great...and what makes every person who gives of themselves a true hero.
From Newsweek: 15 People Who Make America Great
With this issue, we launch our "Giving Back Awards" in recognition of people who, through bravery or generosity, genius or passion, devote themselves to helping others. From hundreds of nominations, these folks were chosen for imaginative approaches to difficult problems. We hope they remind you of someone -- maybe yourself.
http://msnbc.msn.com/id/13530551/site/newsweek/from/ET/
Friday, June 23, 2006
Keeping Kids Safe
As I prepare my lesson for the annual Planned Parenthood Nobody's Fool event in July, I find myself in need of adding a new topic that doesn't seem to fit with the goal of comprehensive sex education. However, it is essential to keeping today's kids safe and helping them make good decisions. The topic is internet safety and I think we can not have enough attention and media coverage dedicated to what has become a very dangerous phenomenon. Anyway...before I get all the way up on my soap box, here is blog I came across today. It has some great points about who is responsible for keeping kids safe.
Latest post from: When kids get hurt, who's to blame? ( http://redtape.msnbc.com/2006/06/when_kids_get_h.html)
Latest post from: When kids get hurt, who's to blame? ( http://redtape.msnbc.com/2006/06/when_kids_get_h.html)
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
The Goddess of Happiness on Perfection: Why It’s Really Overrated
by Debbie Gisonni for iVillage
When I was a girl, I wanted the perfect nose - one of those small, indistinctive noses that blends into the background of the model's face on a magazine cover. My Italian genetics, however, gave me another type of nose: a little long, a little bumpy, not terribly unpleasant, but definitely ethnic. I've thought about fixing it many times, particularly when I started appearing on TV. (We all know the camera adds five pounds, and noses are no exception.) So far I've resisted the temptation partly because my nose is an integral part of who I am that I don't want to lose, and partly because there's a rebel inside of me who hates to conform to what society says is perfect.
I once read that when Sofia Loren was trying to get into the movies, she was told that everything about her was too big (nose, eyes, lips, body), but she didn't give up. She believed in her unique features, which has made her an undeniable goddess throughout her life. Even today, she continues to exude inner and outer beauty.
Women in particular seem to be conditioned to spend their entire lives chasing someone else's definition of perfection. The perfect face without wrinkles or prominent features, and a body without one dimple of cellulite! Have you ever met anyone like this? The perfect entertaining skills, where you gather the twigs and leaves you'll be gluing together for the table centerpiece prior to preparing a dinner from scratch for 12. Do you even own a glue gun? The perfect man who treats you like a queen, loves your mother and never leaves his dirty socks on the floor. Are you sure he's straight? C'mon, women - what 1950s sitcom are you living in? None of these scenarios resemble real life.
Think of perfection as the carrot on the end of a stick mounted to your head. You keep thinking you can grab it if you run hard enough, and sometimes you can get a little taste of it, but it's never enough. You want the whole thing, and even if you get that, right around the corner is another carrot waiting to be chased. You'll grow old and angry chasing perfection. So why bother? Wouldn't you rather spend time playing with your kids instead of mopping the kitchen floor? Wouldn't you rather look unique instead of like a mannequin? Wouldn't you rather be happy instead of perfect? I know I would, because when you're happy, everything is perfect.
Here, then, are three ways to stop chasing perfection:
· Redefine reality from what you see in the media to what you see around you in real life.
· Love your unique traits; they make you interesting to others.
· Be perfectly happy by enjoying everything you are and everything you have... every day.
Here is a link to the article:
http://lifestyle.msn.com/MindBodyandSoul/PersonalGrowth/Articleiv2.aspx?cp-documentid=517290
When I was a girl, I wanted the perfect nose - one of those small, indistinctive noses that blends into the background of the model's face on a magazine cover. My Italian genetics, however, gave me another type of nose: a little long, a little bumpy, not terribly unpleasant, but definitely ethnic. I've thought about fixing it many times, particularly when I started appearing on TV. (We all know the camera adds five pounds, and noses are no exception.) So far I've resisted the temptation partly because my nose is an integral part of who I am that I don't want to lose, and partly because there's a rebel inside of me who hates to conform to what society says is perfect.
I once read that when Sofia Loren was trying to get into the movies, she was told that everything about her was too big (nose, eyes, lips, body), but she didn't give up. She believed in her unique features, which has made her an undeniable goddess throughout her life. Even today, she continues to exude inner and outer beauty.
Women in particular seem to be conditioned to spend their entire lives chasing someone else's definition of perfection. The perfect face without wrinkles or prominent features, and a body without one dimple of cellulite! Have you ever met anyone like this? The perfect entertaining skills, where you gather the twigs and leaves you'll be gluing together for the table centerpiece prior to preparing a dinner from scratch for 12. Do you even own a glue gun? The perfect man who treats you like a queen, loves your mother and never leaves his dirty socks on the floor. Are you sure he's straight? C'mon, women - what 1950s sitcom are you living in? None of these scenarios resemble real life.
Think of perfection as the carrot on the end of a stick mounted to your head. You keep thinking you can grab it if you run hard enough, and sometimes you can get a little taste of it, but it's never enough. You want the whole thing, and even if you get that, right around the corner is another carrot waiting to be chased. You'll grow old and angry chasing perfection. So why bother? Wouldn't you rather spend time playing with your kids instead of mopping the kitchen floor? Wouldn't you rather look unique instead of like a mannequin? Wouldn't you rather be happy instead of perfect? I know I would, because when you're happy, everything is perfect.
Here, then, are three ways to stop chasing perfection:
· Redefine reality from what you see in the media to what you see around you in real life.
· Love your unique traits; they make you interesting to others.
· Be perfectly happy by enjoying everything you are and everything you have... every day.
Here is a link to the article:
http://lifestyle.msn.com/MindBodyandSoul/PersonalGrowth/Articleiv2.aspx?cp-documentid=517290
Monday, June 12, 2006
At Blackwater Pond, by Mary Oliver
At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters
have settled after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands.
I drink a long time.
It tastes like stone, leaves, fire.
It falls cold into my body, waking the bones.
I hear them deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?
have settled after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands.
I drink a long time.
It tastes like stone, leaves, fire.
It falls cold into my body, waking the bones.
I hear them deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?
Friday, June 09, 2006
Re: Yesterday's Post
Apparently I am not the only one who noticed.
Check out this article: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/13212323/
Check out this article: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/13212323/
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Necessary?
I understand that killing the al Qaeda leader al-Zarqawi is news. Regardless of what side of the political, ethical, and moral fence you are on, it is news. I do my best to stay current on the major happenings in the world and this is certainly something I count as news-worthy. However, is it really necessary to splash pictures of him covered in blood all over the main page of every major news website?! Regardless of whether or not this man was a monster, a martyr or a lunatic, it is still death and it is still sad and ugly and not to be glorified. In the picture on the CNN website of the press conference this morning they even went so far as to put the picture in a gold frame with a matte. At least that picture was cleaned up a little -- the one on ABCnews.com showed bloody and disfigured face. I don’t care who he was or what he did, I do not want to see a picture of him dead and I feel it is disrespectful. Some would argue that he deserves no respect. Maybe that is true. But I still can not find it in myself to celebrate his death.
I want to hate him, but I can't. He believed he was fighting for a just and honorable cause and was willing to die for it. True, I believe any cause that requires that thousands of innocent people be killed can not truly be "just"...but aren't we, as a nation, doing the same thing? As we see him, they see us. The only thing that allows us to feel superior and justified that we did not go in with the intent to kill thousands of unsuspecting innocent people simply because of their ethnicity (or did we?). Sure, we knew that could happen, but only under the definition of "collateral damage". Right? Then I hear that some of our Marine's slaughtered Iraqi civilians in a fit of rage over the death of one of their own. Do I believe it happened? Yes, I do. Was it justified? No. Is it forgivable? Thank God, I do not have to make that decision. Is it somehow, in the farthest depths of my mind, understandable? Maybe. I can not fathom the mental, emotional, physical and psychological strain that these men and women are facing. They are not trained for "counter-insurgency" they are trained for war. Perhaps the only ones who could truly relate are the veterans who came back from Vietnam labeled as "baby killers"; the ones who cracked under the same kind of extreme mental anguish of not knowing who to fight, who to trust and how to deal with blood running through the streets you walk in. All I know is that I can not judge any of these people because I do not know what I would do if my home and family were threatened on a daily basis, if all I had seen my entire life was killing, or if I had seen good man after good man fall to an invisible enemy.
We must allow ourselves to see BOTH sides of this ugly and bloody coin that has been flipped. Heads or tails...no one wins. When it comes down to it, in the perspective of eternity, al- Zarqawi is just as important to God as I am. So is the Iraqi woman that died when hit by stray gunfire, the baby born in Africa that did not even live through the day, the 18-year-old Marine who has learned to kill in retribution, the pastor from the church downtown, the pedophile serving time in an American jail for molesting a four-year-old, the President, the Prime Minister and every person drawing breath at this very moment. We are all the same and covered in the same grace that none of us deserves. Unfortunately I do not have hope that we will ever be able to see that.
I want to hate him, but I can't. He believed he was fighting for a just and honorable cause and was willing to die for it. True, I believe any cause that requires that thousands of innocent people be killed can not truly be "just"...but aren't we, as a nation, doing the same thing? As we see him, they see us. The only thing that allows us to feel superior and justified that we did not go in with the intent to kill thousands of unsuspecting innocent people simply because of their ethnicity (or did we?). Sure, we knew that could happen, but only under the definition of "collateral damage". Right? Then I hear that some of our Marine's slaughtered Iraqi civilians in a fit of rage over the death of one of their own. Do I believe it happened? Yes, I do. Was it justified? No. Is it forgivable? Thank God, I do not have to make that decision. Is it somehow, in the farthest depths of my mind, understandable? Maybe. I can not fathom the mental, emotional, physical and psychological strain that these men and women are facing. They are not trained for "counter-insurgency" they are trained for war. Perhaps the only ones who could truly relate are the veterans who came back from Vietnam labeled as "baby killers"; the ones who cracked under the same kind of extreme mental anguish of not knowing who to fight, who to trust and how to deal with blood running through the streets you walk in. All I know is that I can not judge any of these people because I do not know what I would do if my home and family were threatened on a daily basis, if all I had seen my entire life was killing, or if I had seen good man after good man fall to an invisible enemy.
We must allow ourselves to see BOTH sides of this ugly and bloody coin that has been flipped. Heads or tails...no one wins. When it comes down to it, in the perspective of eternity, al- Zarqawi is just as important to God as I am. So is the Iraqi woman that died when hit by stray gunfire, the baby born in Africa that did not even live through the day, the 18-year-old Marine who has learned to kill in retribution, the pastor from the church downtown, the pedophile serving time in an American jail for molesting a four-year-old, the President, the Prime Minister and every person drawing breath at this very moment. We are all the same and covered in the same grace that none of us deserves. Unfortunately I do not have hope that we will ever be able to see that.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Random Rant on Tuesday
Get ready…it is just another rant… not worth reading.
It is just one of those days. True, I seem to be having a lot of them lately, but that doesn’t make it any less difficult to get through. It seems that the issue of time has been pressing in on me for the past several weeks and I can not seem to shake it. Time. The one thing there never seems to be enough of in my life. I know, I know, that is not really a “problem” compared to what the majority of the word endures on a daily basis and I would never purport that my life is somehow actually difficult. But I am going to complain anyway. I can’t seem to get going at work today. I want to be somewhere else…anywhere but here would do. It is not that it is terrible here or that I do not like my job. It is a great job and couldn’t ask for better (except for being paid to stay home…but I am not sure that job exists). Maybe I need a vacation. I have taken days off, but usually it is just a day to catch up on all the stuff that is left undone on a regular basis during the week (i.e. cleaning, laundry, pulling weeds, etc.). So I never really feel rested after one of those days. There are just so many other things I want to be doing with my time!! I want to read, learn new things, cook more, do yoga regularly, take care of my dogs, be healthier, volunteer, work in the garden, go see friends, visit family, start a family…the list goes on and on. Huh. Funny that “work every friggin day” didn’t make that list. It is not that I am opposed to work. I am just opposed to having to be held prisoner here every day from 8 to 5. Every single thing I have to do today could be done from home. I would not have to get dressed up, fix my hair & makeup, drive in to town, eat bad food for lunch, mainline Diet Coke to stay awake, etc. It would be beautiful. Ugh. It just seems like there is never enough time to do the things that are really important. That brings up another question. What IS truly important in this life? When we were created, what was our intended purpose? And shouldn’t we be doing that?
What if the Hokey Pokey is really what its all about?
It is just one of those days. True, I seem to be having a lot of them lately, but that doesn’t make it any less difficult to get through. It seems that the issue of time has been pressing in on me for the past several weeks and I can not seem to shake it. Time. The one thing there never seems to be enough of in my life. I know, I know, that is not really a “problem” compared to what the majority of the word endures on a daily basis and I would never purport that my life is somehow actually difficult. But I am going to complain anyway. I can’t seem to get going at work today. I want to be somewhere else…anywhere but here would do. It is not that it is terrible here or that I do not like my job. It is a great job and couldn’t ask for better (except for being paid to stay home…but I am not sure that job exists). Maybe I need a vacation. I have taken days off, but usually it is just a day to catch up on all the stuff that is left undone on a regular basis during the week (i.e. cleaning, laundry, pulling weeds, etc.). So I never really feel rested after one of those days. There are just so many other things I want to be doing with my time!! I want to read, learn new things, cook more, do yoga regularly, take care of my dogs, be healthier, volunteer, work in the garden, go see friends, visit family, start a family…the list goes on and on. Huh. Funny that “work every friggin day” didn’t make that list. It is not that I am opposed to work. I am just opposed to having to be held prisoner here every day from 8 to 5. Every single thing I have to do today could be done from home. I would not have to get dressed up, fix my hair & makeup, drive in to town, eat bad food for lunch, mainline Diet Coke to stay awake, etc. It would be beautiful. Ugh. It just seems like there is never enough time to do the things that are really important. That brings up another question. What IS truly important in this life? When we were created, what was our intended purpose? And shouldn’t we be doing that?
What if the Hokey Pokey is really what its all about?
OK, the rant is over.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Women: Be who you are and who you want to be!
I know too many women who are scared to death to be themselves. Women who want approval so badly they wear clothes they don’t like, have jobs they hate, marriages that make them miserable and are in a constant state of stress about what people may think. I openly admit that I am not immune to this and it is a daily struggle for me. Why does this happen to generation after generation of women? We are the crown jewel of creation yet we spend our lives trying to change ourselves inside and out. Is this symptom of modern society? Maybe. It certainly does not seem to be going away with out a fight. Just look at the cover of EVERY magazine in the check-out line at the grocery store. Each and every one says something about changes we should make to our lives, our bodies, our schedules, our relationships, etc. No wonder women all over this world are popping antidepressants like candy! We have been taught from birth that we are both “too much” and “not enough”.
This can only change when we realize our inherent value and worth and make a conscious decision to ignore societal demands and start living our lives as we were intended to: FREE. I say start small. Buy that twirling skirt you think you “can’t pull off” or the fun jewelry that really isn't “you”. Read books by inspiring women (I recommend Women Who Run with the Wolves, Women’s Bodies Women’s Wisdom, Captivating, anything by SARK, Jill Conner Browne (The Sweet Potato Queen), Louise Hay or Iyanla Vanzant). Learn about women’s health and sexuality. Get to know yourself and fall in love with you.
I learned a great lesson in a book by Iyanla Vanzant: Not everyone is going to like you. And it is not their job to like you. Their not liking you has nothing to do with you. It has to do with the stuff that is going on in their lives. There is nothing you can do about this so move on.
I think this is an extremely difficult lesson for most women to learn. We want to please and be liked by every single person we meet. We must realize that this can never be reality and must stop wasting precious life, time, and energy trying to make it so. I have learned that people are so much more drawn to women who are comfortable and confident in who they are. Does that mean you’ll never have a bad day, get PMS, or feel insecure? Hell no. But you will go through those things knowing that you have the strength and wisdom to learn from everything and find your way back to a state of balance. Its all part of life. Stop resisting and start living. Life is too short/too long to be miserable. You ARE worth it!
This can only change when we realize our inherent value and worth and make a conscious decision to ignore societal demands and start living our lives as we were intended to: FREE. I say start small. Buy that twirling skirt you think you “can’t pull off” or the fun jewelry that really isn't “you”. Read books by inspiring women (I recommend Women Who Run with the Wolves, Women’s Bodies Women’s Wisdom, Captivating, anything by SARK, Jill Conner Browne (The Sweet Potato Queen), Louise Hay or Iyanla Vanzant). Learn about women’s health and sexuality. Get to know yourself and fall in love with you.
I learned a great lesson in a book by Iyanla Vanzant: Not everyone is going to like you. And it is not their job to like you. Their not liking you has nothing to do with you. It has to do with the stuff that is going on in their lives. There is nothing you can do about this so move on.
I think this is an extremely difficult lesson for most women to learn. We want to please and be liked by every single person we meet. We must realize that this can never be reality and must stop wasting precious life, time, and energy trying to make it so. I have learned that people are so much more drawn to women who are comfortable and confident in who they are. Does that mean you’ll never have a bad day, get PMS, or feel insecure? Hell no. But you will go through those things knowing that you have the strength and wisdom to learn from everything and find your way back to a state of balance. Its all part of life. Stop resisting and start living. Life is too short/too long to be miserable. You ARE worth it!
One more note on cats
"Dogs have a depth of loyalty that often we seem unworthy of. But the love of a cat is a blessing, a privilege in this world." -- Kinky Friedman
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Love and Life with cats
My best friend's soon-to-be forever guy recently relayed this description of life with their cat, Velcro. I find it amazing that it parallels our experience with our baby, Cuervo, perfectly. This proves they are both truly Useless Sacks of Cat Meat...but we continue to do their bidding and fall prey to their whims because we love them so.
Average night with Velcro:
Useless Sack of Cat Meat is indifferent to your presence.
Useless Sack of Cat Meat continues to be indifferent to your presence.
Suddenly, Useless Sack of Cat Meat decides to lick one square inch of its chest and a small patch of side fur. There is no rhyme or reason. This fur was not any dirtier than the rest of him. Does he have some internal documentation of each area that has been licked or not licked to ensure eventually cleaning coverage? How can this animal who will devour 3 feet of life-endangering Christmas ribbon handle such a logistical challenge? ARGH!
Useless Sack of Cat Meat continues to be indifferent to your presence.
Useless Sack of Cat Meat suddenly shows signs of congeniality and seems to be displaying love.
You are immediately suspicious.
Suspicions are confirmed.
As soon as you look toward the room where USCM's cat food resides, USCM runs expectantly in that direction, trilling and meowing expectantly.
Useless Sack of Cat Meat needs sustenance. RAAAOOW, PpppuurrrOOOW.
As always, you place food in his dish, thereby adding an additional .01 ounce of useless cat meat to the Useless Sack of Cat Meat's mass.
Soon USCM emerges from his crunching, licking his chops and gearing up for callous indifference until the next hunger pang.
The vicious cycle begins anew as tears fall like rain.
Average night with Velcro:
Useless Sack of Cat Meat is indifferent to your presence.
Useless Sack of Cat Meat continues to be indifferent to your presence.
Suddenly, Useless Sack of Cat Meat decides to lick one square inch of its chest and a small patch of side fur. There is no rhyme or reason. This fur was not any dirtier than the rest of him. Does he have some internal documentation of each area that has been licked or not licked to ensure eventually cleaning coverage? How can this animal who will devour 3 feet of life-endangering Christmas ribbon handle such a logistical challenge? ARGH!
Useless Sack of Cat Meat continues to be indifferent to your presence.
Useless Sack of Cat Meat suddenly shows signs of congeniality and seems to be displaying love.
You are immediately suspicious.
Suspicions are confirmed.
As soon as you look toward the room where USCM's cat food resides, USCM runs expectantly in that direction, trilling and meowing expectantly.
Useless Sack of Cat Meat needs sustenance. RAAAOOW, PpppuurrrOOOW.
As always, you place food in his dish, thereby adding an additional .01 ounce of useless cat meat to the Useless Sack of Cat Meat's mass.
Soon USCM emerges from his crunching, licking his chops and gearing up for callous indifference until the next hunger pang.
The vicious cycle begins anew as tears fall like rain.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
American Idolatry
I simply can not understand the fascination people have with American Idol. Is more over-produced, packaged & promoted music really what this country needs? Think about the musicians who have truly shaped our country's musical history...people that did something that had never been done before...from Bing Crosby to Ella Fitzgerald, the pioneers of folk and jazz, Bob Dylan, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, the Grateful Dead...would any of those people been chosen as the next "big thing" in America? Doubtful.
Maybe that is the question to ask. Is there anything unique about the music being produced today? Is there anything that has not been done? I know there are musicians out there who are talented (not just pretty and a good "product")...go to Austin, TX on any given night and you'll see that real talent is still alive. The problem is that the general public only gets to see what can be quickly mass-produced and marketed to bring in the most most money. I find this extremely sad. Music has played a tremendous part in human history -- as a means of expression, a unifying force and something, perhaps, that can communicate across the lines of race, gender and country. Anyone think that Ms. Clarkson (even with her tremendous vocal range) has the power to do any of that? I think no...at least not through what her handlers will let us see of her. I am sure that many of the "musicians" of today do have talent and passion and creativity...but end up selling out in the end to the highest bidder.
I think that is my ultimate beef with American Idol. It is perpetuating another generation of sell-outs...give up your art, your creativity and your soul and we'll make you famous...for at least five minutes.
While I do owe the up-coming marriage of two of the best people I know to American Idol, that is by far the only good I can see coming out of it. And for me, that will have to be enough.
Maybe that is the question to ask. Is there anything unique about the music being produced today? Is there anything that has not been done? I know there are musicians out there who are talented (not just pretty and a good "product")...go to Austin, TX on any given night and you'll see that real talent is still alive. The problem is that the general public only gets to see what can be quickly mass-produced and marketed to bring in the most most money. I find this extremely sad. Music has played a tremendous part in human history -- as a means of expression, a unifying force and something, perhaps, that can communicate across the lines of race, gender and country. Anyone think that Ms. Clarkson (even with her tremendous vocal range) has the power to do any of that? I think no...at least not through what her handlers will let us see of her. I am sure that many of the "musicians" of today do have talent and passion and creativity...but end up selling out in the end to the highest bidder.
I think that is my ultimate beef with American Idol. It is perpetuating another generation of sell-outs...give up your art, your creativity and your soul and we'll make you famous...for at least five minutes.
While I do owe the up-coming marriage of two of the best people I know to American Idol, that is by far the only good I can see coming out of it. And for me, that will have to be enough.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Blog Frustration
Not unlike sexual frustration I am sure. I have tried and tried to get the formatting correct on this blog but for some reason (most likely due to my own inadequate knowledge) it has proven impossible and a gi-normous waste of time. Alas. I must move on with the imperfect blog. Even funnier: the word "blog" is not actually in the spell-checker for this site. That folks, is what you call ironic.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
My cat is famous!
My cat, Cuervo, is now officially the most famous in the family. He was recently featured on my all-time favorite website! We could not be more proud. In case you missed it, here is the pic that pushed him in to the international spotlight. In case you have not checked it out yet and need a good laugh go on over to www.stuffonmycat.com right now.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
I won't be at work today because...
I have been accused of taking the art of calling in "sick" to new heights. I am very proud of this and think that we need to do everything possible to promote this form of personal expression. In this time of email, PDA's, blackberrys and 12 hour work-days...we must make a stand and say, "NO! I will not be condemned to slave away my youth only to end up on anti-depressants when I am 50 because I failed to LIVE my life!". OK, maybe it really isn't as dramatic as all that...but I still think we work too much as a society need an unscheduled break every now and then.
This following is an excerpt from and article that appeared today on www.msn.com about calling in sick. I LOVE the 6th one...kudos to the woman who actually had the balls to say what we have all thought a thousand times! (How do I know it was a woman? Really, if you have to ask, you are obviously a man and know nothing of which you speak)
"I was abducted by aliens..."
When asked to share the most unusual excuses workers gave for missing work, hiring managers shared some of their favorite examples:
"I'm too drunk to drive to work."
"I accidentally flushed my keys down the toilet."
"I had to help deliver a baby on my way to work." (Employee was not in the medical profession.)
"I accidentally drove through the automatic garage door before it opened."
"My boyfriend's snake got loose and I'm afraid to leave the bedroom until he gets home."
"I'm too fat to get into my work pants."
"God didn't wake me." (Employee didn't believe in alarm clocks and thought a higher power would wake her when she was ready.)
"I cut my fingernails too short, they're bleeding and I have to go to the doctor."
"The ghosts in my house kept me up all night."
"I forgot I was getting married today."
"My cow bit me."
"My son accidentally fell asleep next to wet cement in our backyard. His foot fell in and we can't get it out."
"I was watching a guy fixing a septic pump, fell in the hole and hurt myself."
"I was walking my dog and slipped on a toad in my driveway and hurt my back."
"My house lock jammed, and I'm locked in."
This following is an excerpt from and article that appeared today on www.msn.com about calling in sick. I LOVE the 6th one...kudos to the woman who actually had the balls to say what we have all thought a thousand times! (How do I know it was a woman? Really, if you have to ask, you are obviously a man and know nothing of which you speak)
"I was abducted by aliens..."
When asked to share the most unusual excuses workers gave for missing work, hiring managers shared some of their favorite examples:
"I'm too drunk to drive to work."
"I accidentally flushed my keys down the toilet."
"I had to help deliver a baby on my way to work." (Employee was not in the medical profession.)
"I accidentally drove through the automatic garage door before it opened."
"My boyfriend's snake got loose and I'm afraid to leave the bedroom until he gets home."
"I'm too fat to get into my work pants."
"God didn't wake me." (Employee didn't believe in alarm clocks and thought a higher power would wake her when she was ready.)
"I cut my fingernails too short, they're bleeding and I have to go to the doctor."
"The ghosts in my house kept me up all night."
"I forgot I was getting married today."
"My cow bit me."
"My son accidentally fell asleep next to wet cement in our backyard. His foot fell in and we can't get it out."
"I was watching a guy fixing a septic pump, fell in the hole and hurt myself."
"I was walking my dog and slipped on a toad in my driveway and hurt my back."
"My house lock jammed, and I'm locked in."
Monday, February 20, 2006
The Big Black Reason Why
For those of you wondering why My Love and I have not yet decided to share what will inevitably be a genetic masterpiece with the world...here is your answer. This is the love of our lives. Just look at those big brown eyes...it is clear that Bosque does not desire to share the spot light with any two-legged puppies just yet.
Cheers!
Home Alone
My Loving Man is currently away on a business trip...and while I love living with him (most days) it is like Christmas when he leaves (at least for the first night...after that, not so much). As tonight is the afore-mentioned "first night" I have decided to make a list of fun things about staying alone:
1. All the animals in the house must refer to us in the tense of the "Royal We" while the boy is away and must pay rapt attention while We are holding Our court and talking endlessly to them due to the fact that there are no humans around to pay attention to Us. If at any point they seem not to be interested...off with their heads!
2. Eating all meals out of bowls is the only way to go. Popcorn, pasta, and cereal...those three along with toast (which is to be eaten only off paper towels) completes the four major food groups that are to be consumed while We are alone.
3. We get all the hot water to ourselves and therefore must take an hour-long bubble bath while drinking an ice-cold beer.
4. We will sleep in the middle of the King-size bed (well actually We still sleep in about the same spot because the dog and the cat have joined Us and take their half...but theoretically, We could sleep in the middle if We wanted to as we are the Queen of this domain).
5. We will only listen to classical or relaxing acoustic music (preferably set to nature sounds like birds or the ocean)...of course with the requisite Enya thrown in for good measure as well as any artist ever to perform at Lilith Fair.
6. Two words: granny. panties.
While this estrogen-fest is something to behold, alas it can only last for one night. By this time tomorrow it will be a sad and lonely place. We will have eaten all the carbs, drank Ourselves silly on herbal tea, be nearly asphyxiated from too many candles and have the skin of an avocado past its prime from staying in the bath too long...the yang will need to return to restore balance the yin.
Until then...cheers!
1. All the animals in the house must refer to us in the tense of the "Royal We" while the boy is away and must pay rapt attention while We are holding Our court and talking endlessly to them due to the fact that there are no humans around to pay attention to Us. If at any point they seem not to be interested...off with their heads!
2. Eating all meals out of bowls is the only way to go. Popcorn, pasta, and cereal...those three along with toast (which is to be eaten only off paper towels) completes the four major food groups that are to be consumed while We are alone.
3. We get all the hot water to ourselves and therefore must take an hour-long bubble bath while drinking an ice-cold beer.
4. We will sleep in the middle of the King-size bed (well actually We still sleep in about the same spot because the dog and the cat have joined Us and take their half...but theoretically, We could sleep in the middle if We wanted to as we are the Queen of this domain).
5. We will only listen to classical or relaxing acoustic music (preferably set to nature sounds like birds or the ocean)...of course with the requisite Enya thrown in for good measure as well as any artist ever to perform at Lilith Fair.
6. Two words: granny. panties.
While this estrogen-fest is something to behold, alas it can only last for one night. By this time tomorrow it will be a sad and lonely place. We will have eaten all the carbs, drank Ourselves silly on herbal tea, be nearly asphyxiated from too many candles and have the skin of an avocado past its prime from staying in the bath too long...the yang will need to return to restore balance the yin.
Until then...cheers!
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Can You See God?
Flower in the Crannied Wall
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower – but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
*******************************************
And a small bit of wisdom from the tag on the tea bag I pulled out of the box this morning (don’t you just love food with a message?!):
“If you can not see God in all, you can not see God at all.”
Profound.
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower – but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
*******************************************
And a small bit of wisdom from the tag on the tea bag I pulled out of the box this morning (don’t you just love food with a message?!):
“If you can not see God in all, you can not see God at all.”
Profound.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Shannon and Chris in '06
Two of very coolest people I know in the world are getting married...this is their site: Shannon and Chris in '06
Who knew?
Who knew that all this time I could have been posting from work? In my shiny new job at the Central Texas version of the Trump Tower most of the fun websites are blocked by the angry tech-people....so naturally I assumed that my fabulous blog site was included. However, being as busy as a Baptist Woman's leaguer at a prostitution convention, I have had precious little time to write at home. BUT...it looks like the blog-drought has come to an end (likely occurring simultaneously with a slump in productivity at work)!! Woo hoo!
Let's see...what to say today? How about an introduction to my new favorite website? Well OK then, if you insist. Go to: www.stuffonmycat.com and enjoy the antics of like-minded people. Well at least their minds are like mine because I find this site absolutely HILARIOUS.
Have a beautiful day!!
Let's see...what to say today? How about an introduction to my new favorite website? Well OK then, if you insist. Go to: www.stuffonmycat.com and enjoy the antics of like-minded people. Well at least their minds are like mine because I find this site absolutely HILARIOUS.
Have a beautiful day!!
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