Friday, December 28, 2012

Am I there yet?

Yesterday was the last of my written scheduled posts.

I am hoping that I am in Colorado SAFELY WITH THE 5 MONKEYS!

It might take a few days to get back here but I will be back after I get the internet!

Yahooo!!!! I hope I am there!!!!!
Or here as long as here is COLORADO!!!!!!!!!!


umm... yeah, not really a football fan. HA!


Thursday, December 27, 2012


As usual, I'm just going about my business at home.
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe I was doing laundry or dusting or maybe organizing cookies by shape and color.
When it was decided for me.

Ya know...time. to. make. the. donuts.
Okay, not making donuts.

How about dropping the kids off at the pool?

Seriously, I hope you get my drift.


REASON #521 

This occasionally disappears.

Or I find this!

Of course, it could always be worse!

"Party On, Man"



Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Gone Fishing


I thought I could write this but I can't.
I started fighting the tears before I even started.

It been twelve years.
I still can't.

You are missed more that you would have ever known.

You would be so proud of your grandson.
He is incredible.

I love you and miss you.


Tuesday, December 25, 2012

How to tie 5 monkeys in to knots & Merry Christmas

Okay, first you have to catch each monkey separately.
Then....oh never mind!
But it did work!!

I have a place to live in Colorado!!!!

I am on the road today.
With the five dogs n\monkeys.

Did I mention, snow, hazardous road conditions, 14 hours straight?

Hoooboy, I must be having a blast right now!

I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas!!!!!

"Mary Did You Know?" LIVE Kathy Mattea HQ 4:3 captioned

Monday, December 24, 2012

Perspective & Holdman Christmas Lights 2010 - Complete Show

We live.

We die.

We watch those we love die.

We see death everywhere.

We are not a culture of violence.

We are a culture of death.

I see people memorializing their loved ones on
 the back of pick up truck windows,
on t-shirts,
crosses on the side of the roads.

I am sick of people showing how much they "care" by drawing attention to themselves, 
either in word or deed.

A friend of mine passed recently.
I don't do funerals.
I left a heartfelt note on the door for his daughter.
I told her what a good man her father was.
I wrote of instances, that showed the good in him as he interacted with others.
Children, even grown may not know the impact of their parent in other peoples lives.
I did not leave my name.

True grief is quiet. 
True sorrow wrings the soul mute.
Silence is somber.


Now on a much lighter note, 

I want to wish everyone
 a very Merry Christmas
and a peaceful and prosperous 
New Year!

And if this video doesn't lift your soul....

tell Ebenezer I said hi, you Grinch!

Love and Hugs for Christmas!


Sunday, December 23, 2012

A Moving Update & Christmas Lights 2010 - "Shake Up Christmas"

Okay, so I'm still trying to get out of hell.

The last house fell through because I am not Christian enough.

I say that because the owner asked me about a radio program that sounded vaguely familiar. When the owner told me that it was Christian radio, I replied "Yeah, we have a bunch of programs like that here."
I don't think that was the answer he was looking for. I'm kinda surprised he did not come right out and ask which church I intended.

He still took my information and said he would call Thursday or Friday.
I'm still waiting.

Anywhooo, I called him on Friday and he did not answer his phone. His personal phone message advises us all that, God loves us.

I'm still waiting on the call back.

I have no problem with a home owner that decides who they want living in their house. I wish this world would let people place an ad for exactly who they want WITHOUT fingers being pointed and that person being called racist, bigoted, or any other name. The ACLU, NAACP and the like should be disbanded.

For example: You don't want to rent to Jews. Fine, no problem here. There are other people that are willing.
Same with blacks, Hispanics, gays, ugly people, old people, whatever. This is not the 1950's. Don't bitch because one person won't give you something. Find that other person that will.

It's about a persons' comfort level. I personally am not comfortable with people that look like meth or crackheads. So by law, I should not be forced to be near them. Let alone be forced to allow them to reside on my property.

It's his property. He gets to choose his neighbor. I have NO problem with that. What I do have a problem with, is the fact that he lied to me. Do not placate me. If I am not what you want, then let me know so I can move on to other avenues.

Telling me you will call, gives me hope for the final piece of the puzzle to fall into place.

You wasted two days of my life and a pretty penny for the horse riding lessons I would have purchased from you.

We were not getting married, so therefore I am not required to carry the same yoke.

Anywhooo, I found another property and the game is afoot.

Fingers crossed.
Toes crossed.
And I tied the 5 dogs monkeys in knots, this time!

Ps. I'm not Jewish. That was used to illustrate my point.
Pss. Nothing wrong with being Jewish either, but I gotta tell ya a Jewish mother has nothing on a Catholic when it comes to guilt! HA!


Saturday, December 22, 2012

HELLOOOOoooo?!?!? & 12 Ghetto Days of Christmas






Ah, I guess I will find out when I wake up Saturday morning.

Or not.

Friday, December 21, 2012


This is the awesome stuff I bought myself. 
Because, I'm awesome like that!!

How cool! A new hobby for me!
Getting back to basics.

Because there is a fat woman trying to get out of me!!!

Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to meeeee eee.
Happy Birthday to me!

Ps.. Not bad for 50 bucks TOTAL. and because im such a sneaky sneak, i bought these last month. I can't wait to see what i give myself in four days for Christmas!


Thursday, December 20, 2012

Gun Control & 12 day of Christmas - Relient K

Hey, get this.

I don't own a television.
I haven't owned one in more than a decade.

I am not bombarded by advertising for stuff I don't NEED.

I have no clue what the latest fashions are.

I wouldn't know a "celebrity" if one came up and pinched me on the nose.
Tho' that would be a problem for them.

I also am not bombarded by "news".

And the best part of not watching television, other than the hours that are mine.

Is that I am not being told what to think, 
how to think, 
how to talk, 
how to walk.

Now, here's a few personal little stories of guns in my life.

When I was two or so, my paternal grandfather was murdered by his neighbor.
He was shot in the heart at close range.
He could have been just as easily been stabbed in the heart with the same outcome.
Ironically, my grandfather was a police officer.

When I was ten or so, I told my NRA card carrying maternal grandfather that the NRA was bad.
He just laughed. He also asked me why I thought that. 
My ten year old self-assured self, stated clearly, "Guns kill people."
He laughed and did not correct me.
I told him I would never be a member of the NRA.
(Did I mention, I went to public school?)

When I was 15 my best friend was raped and murdered.
No gun was involved.

On my first date EVER, my "date" (chosen by my mother)
attempted to rape me by using a screwdriver as a weapon.
He drove me back home damn quick with a bloody nose.

In my junior year, 
a classmate committed suicide.
Yes, a gun was used.
His previous attempts were with pills.
He was determined.

In my senior year, 
I was approached by a known serial killer.
Guns were not his weapon of choice.
He killed more women than I have fingers and possibly toes.

In my late twenties,
I was approached and invited to dinner by another known murderer.
I declined.
His choice of weapon? A knife.

Before you ask, my "date" a few years later was incarcerated for raping a minor.
My senior year serial killer was himself murdered in prison.
And last I heard of OJ, he's in prison.

And there I will stop with the personal stuff.

This is long overdue.

Grandpa C.,
 I'm getting my NRA membership and a gun or two.
And you can thank Obama.

I am now petitioning to my congressman to ban the following:

Bed Pillows
Rental trucks
Bad Russian porn


So at the age of ten, "Guns kill people."
And not too many years after that conversation, I got my facts straight.

So, I am saying,
 "Get out of your childish fantasies, Get your facts, and Get a gun."




Ps. I have no clue if Russian porn is good or bad. Let me know, will ya?
Pss. Leave your television out by the trash, it's filling your head with crap you really don't believe.


Wednesday, December 19, 2012

May I suggest? Part II

Some of my favorite movies.

Cashback (2006)
R101 minutes
Plagued by insomnia after a romantic breakup, artist Ben Willis starts working nights 
at a supermarket, where he discovers he can freeze time.
Sean BiggerstaffEmilia FoxShaun Evans
ComediesDramasIndependent MoviesIndependent Dramas

PG-1393 minutes
This quirky comedy chronicles the journey of a delusional father who's convinced there's 
treasure buried beneath his Southern California suburb.
Michael DouglasEvan Rachel WoodLaura Kachergus
ComediesIndependent MoviesIndependent Comedies
This movie is:

A family determined to get their young daughter into the finals of a beauty pageant 
take a cross-country trip in their VW bus.

Directed by Jonathan DaytonValerie FarisStarring Steve Carell.


Chance, a simple gardener, has never left the estate until his employer dies. His simple TV-informed utterances are mistaken for profundity.

Directed by Hal AshbyStarring Peter SellersShirley MacLaine.

A woman flies to France to confront her straying fiancé, but gets into trouble when the charming crook seated next to her uses her for smuggling.


Lawrence Kasdan


Adam Brooks


 Meg RyanKevin Kline and Timothy Hutton 


Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Sandy Hook

This post is nothing like I intended.
Anger and politics were pushed aside and I deleted my original post.
This is what came out instead.

I have had a couple days to think about the tragedy that occurred in Sandy Hook.
The above sentence is the only one left from the original post.


All I could picture was gift wrapped presents under the Christmas tree for those children.
All those gifts hidden under beds, under stairs, some 
tucked high up in closets.
Waiting for Santa to deliver them under the tree 
Christmas Eve.

Those gifts were purchased out of love or at the insistent begging of 
a loved child.
I imagine the parent envisioning Christmas morning as 
the gift was being wrapped.

Of young shining faces, smiles to reach the heavens.
Eager grasping hands, and eyes to light the world.

As a parent of one of those children, how do you ever touch those hidden presents again?
How many years of dust will rest on those gifts?

How do you ever find joy for Christmas ever again?

How do you drag yourself from your bed day after day?

How do you breathe your next breath?

How do you?

I want to offer strength, peace and comfort to all.
But I can't. I am not there.
I can only hope that they have others to lean on.
People with the strength not to bow under the enormous weight of this loss.

People that don't offer empty platitudes.
People that help.
Bring them food and help them to eat.
Clean their homes.
Take out their garbage.
Write out their bills.
Shovel their driveway.

I don't pretend to know what that parent needs or feels.

I all I could truly offer would be a warm embrace and
 a mingling of our tears.
But I am not there.


Monday, December 17, 2012

Seriously, DUDE! & Wizards In Winter - 2009

Okay, so some of you know that I am moving.
Yay! Me!

I am seriously stressed out because I am moving.

I know I have a great job waiting for me.
And I know that I absolutely HATE it here in HELL.
But, I'm still stressing.

The original place I found was phenomenal!
Everything I wanted and needed.
And a reasonable distance too!

Ummm, yeah that didn't work out so well.
As the owner did not tell me that the current residents haven't moved out.
Oh, and the place won't be available until February 1st.

Yeah, slight snafu.

But with all things, I shall overcome.

Okay, so in the last week the toilet broke.
No, I didn't do it.
It just started spraying water up through the toilet tank.
Yep, I fixed it.

I discovered a branch hit a bedroom window and smashed it.
No, I didn't fix it.

And finally, my washing machine broke.
Did I mention that the water heater started to leak?

My washer breaking, SUCKS!
I'm not going to buy another one as,

So I can't wash clothes.
I can't wash sheets.

I even went so far as to buy new socks and undergarments.
I really did not want to go to the coin laundry.

But, I had to go.
I ran out of clean frillies.

So I loaded up.
Just two loads.
And went to the coin laundry.

It is in an area people of my color don't frequent.
Who cares. I don't.

Now this is not about color or in my case, lack there of.

This is about a dude.
A black dude.
This is not prejudice.
This is stating facts.

As I walk in said black dude is walking out.
He is wearing a red apron and a white stocking cap.

He says to me, "It's really busy in there."
I said, "That's okay, I just need one machine."
End of conversation.

I load up my coin washer.
One of those nifty front load machines.

Did I mention that I had run out of my frillies?

I put said frillies and some jeans in the washer and start it.
I go outside to sit in my vehicle to wait for the wash to be done.
I eat some fast food I picked up. 
And occasionally look up to make sure no one is messing with my laundry.

I go in to check how long I have until the washer is finished and I see the red apron wearing dude.
I guess he works there.

I go back to my vehicle to play some demo Tetris on my phone.
Don't you judge me. I forgot my book.

I look up and see said black dude looking staring at my washer for wayyyyy too long.

This freak is watching my frillies!!!!!



Now, on a less freaky note.

Please enjoy this 
Christmas Light Display.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

The 12 Chinese Days of Christmas

Mature Content

or you may choose... The 12 Days of Chinese Food


Saturday, December 15, 2012

My Worst Nightmare Come True & The 12 Muppet Days of Christmas

Ya know, my keys disappear from time to time.
I don't panic usually.
Having 5 dogs monkeys makes me hide them up high or in my box on my table.

But, I really, really bad about remembering where I put them.

The monkeys have stolen them in the past.
I find them in the yard or on the floor.

I reprimand myself for being so irresponsible.
But seriously, who does it harm?

I know they won't eat them.
They like to toss things in the air just for their own amusement.
I suspect it is the same with my keys.

But, yet again I see my own naivete.

Today the monkeys broke into the house while I was working.
Via the kitchen door, again.

Sure, all of them rushed me at the same time when I came in the house.
Wanting some love and absolution.
I didn't think much of it until...
I found my computer on with this video looping.

We're doomed, I tell ya.

Now, please enjoy
A bit of 70's nostalgia.