Archive for November, 2008

first, i had to take a [very] few minutes to check out my fantasy football teams the golden graboids on fox sports and the equally sucky wildones on yahoo sports…. ’nuff time wasted on that today.  [jess, it’s a good thing i already paid you my twenty bucks, cuz i would be seriously thinking about stiffing you!] not really.

the thanksgiving weekend is almost history {hey! the sun just came out} {damn, it’s gone again, that quick!}  i have a few random thoughts, i actually took notes at some point…

my living room re-model is not quite finished, i  have been staring at the crown molding trying to will it to attach itself somewhere around the ceiling, but it’s still laying on the floor.  it’s painted and just sitting there.  i will figure this out! for some reason the spatial relation part of my brain is vacationing in a warmer climate.  that and the fact that i am vertically challenged [you know short] and i am one stubborn bitch, i want to finish this by myself, dammit!

i had a nice thanksgiving.  i don’t really like thanksgiving, i don’t hate it exactly, just don’t get what all the fuss is about.  i have many many things to be thankful for, but thanksgiving has nothing to do with that. 

i did not cook dinner this year, my assignment was to make a shrimp salad and whip some cream.  [that reminds me, i have some left over shrimp salad and it’s lunch time, i’ll be back in a few minutes…]

i’m back, i brought my notebook ~ i went to my friend i used to be married to’s house for thanksgiving, he cooked, i watched.  we had steaks and baked potatoes, veggies and dip, shrimp salad, pie & ice cream.  we drank beer, played pool and played dice and talked about zelma.  we decided we are both thankful that we knew zelma.  zelma worked in a bar in our home town.  she was friendly and funny and kind.  she had a wonderful sense of humor and wrote down every joke she ever heard in little spiral notebooks.  she used to recite a poem about why dogs smell each others assholes that i wish i would have paid more attention to because it was a classic!  we also both hoped that her son robin saved all her notebooks.  thank you zelma for brightening our lives when i was a college student working as a bar maid and charlie was a college student drinking beer!

i did not, did not, get up at 4:30 am on friday to go shopping!  i did get up at 4:30 am because i could hear my dog puking in the hall… he had an upset stomach because i gave him some left over steak when i got home…  not much, just enough to give him a tummy ache. 

i was so lazy on friday that i forgot [chose] not to leave the house.  i don’t think i even got dressed in anything other than sweats and an old t-shirt.  that is the beauty of 4 day weekends, you can totally waste one day and still have two left over!

the aggies played the last football game of the season on saturday, i packed a bag like i was leaving for the weekend [you never know what kind of weather you are going to encounter, the saying here goes, ‘if you don’t like the weather, wait 10 minutes, it will change’…]  i took a thermos and a cooler!  it was 31* or so at kick off, got colder and warmer and wetter and drier, but long story short ~ the aggs kicked butt! 47 – 2 [and how long has it been since we could say that!? ]   good tailgate, good food, good game, good friends!


the weekend is almost over, my spatial relations brain cells woke up since i started this and i think i have figured out how to do the crown molding.  my house is old and the corners aren’t quite square [many people would say the same thing about me come to think of it!]  i will post some photos of the end result sometime before Christmas!

i am going to find something to eat for dinner, i have ummmm left over vegs, left over chicken wings, left over brownies and a lemon i ended up with after the game yesterday.  maybe i will open a can of soup!

i do have many many things to be thankful for, i am healthy and happy and have many good friends.  i hope everyone had a wonderful thanksgiving, however you celebrated.  may we all take a few minutes to think of others at this time of year…  do what you can to help someone, even if it is just a smile, it will come back to you.


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i found this photo last night while looking for something else…. it was taken in the late 70’s, early 80’s.  i’m in there somewhere, but after looking a little closer and talking inventory i was wondering ~ ya think there’s enough booze on that table for 8 people!???


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it’s the weekend, as promised i am drinking wine and shortly i am going to be listening to john denver on pandora.com.

i am linking two dog stories here, one should make you smile and the other one will break your heart.  doesn’t matter which one you read first, i think i’d go with the smile, but read them both. [note. read the comments on the second one, she writes an update]

this is another dog story, one of my dog’s story.

about 18 years ago, some friends of mine found a puppy that had been shot in the head and left to die in the mud.  after hearing him cry for two days they got in their boat and went to find him.  about a week later they were going on vacation they wanted me to take him, i said no, but i agreed to watch him while they were gone.

when he got to my house he was sickly and couldn’t eat much because his jaw was broken, he had a hole in his head that went in from behind his ear and came out in his neck.  i took him to the vet to have him checked out.  he had a “hair plug” in his head that had to be removed and then i had to make sure to keep the wound clean and i was supposed to feed him regular food, because that would make his jaw stronger.

i fell in love with him immediately, i named him ‘murphy’ after the cop in robocop, because he had survived being shot. i called him ‘muffin’ because he was so sweet.  when my friends got back from vacation i couldn’t let him go, he stayed with me.  he had nerve damage in his face and his nose was a little off center, our friend doug used to call him “murphy joe buttafuco”.  he was deaf in one ear and used to run around in circles in the back yard, his good ear to the outside happy as could be.

after about three years, murphy started having seizures.  the first one scared me to death, i didn’t know what was happening.  the seizures became more frequent and finally with medication i was able to control them, for about a year.  i guess the brain damage was just too much because one night he had a seizure, went into a coma and i had to have him put to sleep. 

i literally felt like i had given up and murdered my dog.  the vet was in surgery when i took murphy in for the last time and i didn’t get to talk to him.  a few days later i got a note in the mail from him he told me that murphy had been lucky to have four years with me and that someday i would see the person that shot him and i would know that it was him that shot my dog and he would know that i knew.

actually, i was the lucky one, murphy was a good dog.   i still have a photo of him in the hall and his ashes are on the shelf on the tv stand.  I’m not sure what the whole point of this is, i guess that story about ssg kim’s dogs being abandoned by the person that was supposed to take care of them pissed me off so bad i just started thinking about murphy being left for dead.

i don’t know what kind of incredible asshole would agree to take care of someone’s pets and then just lock them up, abandon them and leave them to nearly starve.  especially when this woman is out of the country serving in the military.  i do truly believe that god writes all this stuff down and that someday the person who did this will find themselves at the mercy of three dogs who will lock them up and throw away the key.

and on another note, between the wine, the music, murphy memories and being just down right pissed off, i’m boobing!  maybe my bladder is behind my eyeballs after all….


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i snaked this from the overthinker…. thanks BTW!


1. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names)   Mary Kenneth

2. NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother’s dad, father’s dad)   Jock Samuel
3. STAR WARS NAME: (the first 2 letters of your last name, first 4 letters of your first name) Pakath

4. DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)   Mauve Dog
5. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you live)   Mae Heights
6. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite alcoholic drink, optionally add “THE” to the beginning)
The Maroon Tequila [will kick your ass!]

7. FLY NAME: (first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of your last name)  Kall

8. GANGSTA NAME: (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite cookie):   Licorice Sugar [yea, i’m bad]
9. ROCK STAR NAME: (current pet’s name, current street name)   Simon Seventh
10. PORN NAME: (1st pet, street you grew up on)   Jingles Bridge

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it’s thursday…

i’m drinking wine and watching grey’s anatomy…. brb!  well, maybe tomorrow!

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no matter what your stand may be on prop 8 [we’re all still entitled to our own opinion]  just take 6 minutes or so to watch this….  it may not change your mind, but it should make you think….  and this dude is kinda hot!


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one of the comments on my last post from kingofnewyorkhacks mentioned a song by john denver ‘on the road’.  i’m sure i was much closer to his mother’s age than his when she was vacuuming and listening to john denver.  his posts are so descriptive it is like taking a vacation.  so i took a short webvaca in search of john denver.  i couldn’t exactly get my mind around that song so i went on an internet frenzy trying to find it… google, amazon, 4 or 5 lyric sites and finally pandora.com.  although it says it was released on 6 different albums [that’s what we used to call them] i can’t find it anywhere.  so i created a john denver station on pandora to see if maybe it will magically come up there while i am typing this. 

the night john denver was writing ‘rocky mountain high’ i was looking at the same meteor shower he was only from the mountains of central utah.  i actually owned most of those albums i was looking at on the web.  i love john denver, i just forgot how much.

i could have literally spent hundreds of dollars just now buying cds or downloading mp3s.  i didn’t listen to any of the previews because i knew what would happen.  the 70’s were a wonderful time in my life, but i also experienced some losses and you know how music reminds you of things ~ well happy or sad i tend to boob when i reminisce [my dad used to say my bladder was behind my eyeballs].   check out my post “you do the math” and you will get a pretty good idea of what i mean. 

pandora just gave me john denver, simon and garfunkle, james taylor, jim croche, and john denver again… i had to turn it off ~ maybe i’ll try again on the weekend when i can have a glass of wine and just step back about 35 years or so.  i hope my ’68 mustang will be waiting for me, but i’m leaving my fat ass and grey hair here! 

one thing i do wish is that i would have thought to push my little truck a mile when it turned over to 100000!  i hope someone will do that for me whenever i finally get there! [HA!]  oh, and don’t hold your breath.

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