A little waste of web space!

Have You Ever Seen A Chicken's Nugget?

2005-03-24T21:47:00.000-08:00

That's an advertisement on the wall at a local hamburger establishment. It does entertain the question: "Why haven't I seen a chicken's nugget?"
Sean and I were recently surprised to see a squirrel's nugget on the back of a British magazine recently. We discussed what part American prudishness played in the airbrushing of small animal genetalia.
There is a very large polar bear hovering over a taxidermist's office on the feeder of 45 and you can see all the bear's goods. It's a 20 foot statue! And they had problems with old David's wanker on top of the Oshman's in Shenandoah?
So what's the catch? If it's inanimate then go for it, but if it's a photo, steer clear? <-- Ha! Get it?
Steer Clear?

mOxIe

My Thoughts on Terry Schiavo - Hey Haggis! Get Back here!

2005-03-23T17:34:00.000-08:00

If my family has been through nearly this exact situation, then I would assume that this has happened in America more than just those two times. Why is there such an outpouring of hate about it now? First of all, before I proceed, we did not end my aunt's life by removing the feeding tube, she contracted pnuemonia in her 11th year of the 'vegetative state'. Therefore be rest assured I am not speaking from the corner of guilt. Both my aunt and Terry had apparantly problematic lives. I know my aunt's story and Terry was bulemic. Now imagine this: you go from your crappy life to suddenly being in a room that smells like a diaper, has flourescent lighting, and a big naked woman masturbating and teaching the second grade at the same time in the bed facing yours. You haven't been outside in 12 years. Conceivably they could put the TV within your line of sight but you get angry when it goes on so they don't. You haven't tasted good food in 12 years, you haven't spoken your mind in 12 years, you've been in a diaper or had a catheter, you have gross mean jerks giving you spongebaths, you have no dignity, you can't ask for what you want. All you have to look forward to is the next visit from a family member. You light up like a candle when they walk in the room but you thrash with fits and grunts when they leave. For 12 years saliva has collected at the corners of your mouth drying and bleeding and hurting. Your mouth is always open so it is always dry and hot and painful. When your nieces come to visit they bring lollipops and q-tips soaked in water so you can taste something else besides the dried spit, but no nurse here is going to do you that favor.
Now imagine a prison. TV, baseball, magazines, books, food, cigarettes, sunshine, the ability to move around, relationships with people even if they are prisoners, conjugal visits with your spouse, the ability to read the letters from your kids or parents. Most people think prison is terrible.
Now imagine Heaven. Imagine Heaven from my Aunt's point of view when she got there. Now do you think we should have kept her on that respirator for ten years like my grandparents wanted her to? When my aunt got pneumonia, she was put on a respirator and began to decline. The doctors said they could keep her alive like that indefinitely if we wanted. For 13 years my family had weighed this decision. It is a horrible, terrible, gut wrenching decision to make. You think about it (even I, as a young person growing up to adulthood) every day for those 13 years. It is not an idle decision. Parents hate losing their children. My grandparents, Sean's grandparents, Terry Schiavo's parents. Sean's mother had a sneak peek at the lives of Terry and my aunt, being in the hospital for over 6 months and she was quite clear when she said she wanted to go to Heaven. I fully stand behind my next statement. It is sometimes selfish to enforce life. I am not taking a position per se on this case. I am not a member of her family. But here is what I have to say about the Schiavo case to the fanatics (on EITHER side): It is an incredibly tough decision that takes decades to make, not just a few months, and takes information to pour over and examine, not just news stories, and also personal experience with the person in question. The media just needs to leave the family and the situation alone, and the government doesn't need to be making split second decisions that could effect so many other different things.

Now, imagine my family going into Heaven and extracting my aunt and putting her back in that bed. Would that not be the most heinous thing you could imagine?

One more thing. Mary Baker Eddy would certainly not agree with the right on this one. God's will is not necessarily being respected. Oh, and I'm not a liberal or a leftist. I've just been through this.

See these articles for some info. Not necessarily the best info, but from a different source:
http://majikthise.typepad.com/majikthise_/2005/03/debunking_lies_.html
http://hinessight.blogs.com/church_of_the_churchless/2005/03/religious_zealo.html

Over The Hills & Everywhere

2005-03-22T17:18:00.000-08:00

So. I want to know what you all think of this:

Scratch and sniff

Go to this website and report back: http://www.christianitydaily.com/template/articleenn.htm?code=engcul&id=2684
Go on! Go!

When You're Alone In a Bathroom . . .

2005-03-21T21:33:00.000-08:00

A public one, that is, and you're washing up after having done, well, what you've done, and you're singing along to the song raining down from the speakers, does it suddenly seem like you're in your own private disco? Do you imagine that Barry Gibb is perched up on the ledge of a stall with reflections of the disco ball swarming all over his flourescent smile? Does the feeling and the song follow you all the way to the parking lot where you take your friend (in this case a tall drink of a smoking margarita) by the hand and spin him around while singing More Than a Woman, both you and him, laughing and singing under the foggy fake moonlight of the Denny's sign? It would be nice if magic popped up and tapped me on the shoulder all the time, or maybe I'd get tired of it. Who knows?

Act Now!

2005-03-20T23:45:00.000-08:00

I always thought that if I ever became a famous singer (not that I can sing at all) that I would be like Madonna and just use my first name because it's spelled weird. Well, somebody got to the koolaid before I did, which makes me glad I started that new hair band . . .

Scrunchie anyone?

2005-03-20T23:44:00.000-08:00

A flash of my teeth and a whip of my tail . . .

2005-03-20T23:41:00.001-08:00

This is my CD

2005-03-20T23:41:00.000-08:00

I'm an awesome Carly Simon meets Barbie Lookalike!

Metal Heads

2005-03-19T21:31:00.000-08:00

Coming to you live in 2005!

Jmc, Dave Chappelle, and Adam Curry singing their new hit single:

THE HOT IS IMPLIED

See them live at the Summit -

CHOCOLATE LAVA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the immortal words of Stan Marsh:

2005-03-18T23:05:00.000-08:00

I learned something today . . .

Always have a clean house!

You never know who's going to ring your doorbell at 1:00 in the afternoon on a random Friday, or who's going to call when you're on your way to IHOP on the previous random Friday.

So today, I'm sitting around wallowing in my ill health (feeling a little sketchy the past couple of days) when who should appear, unannounced, at my doorstep but my dear Uncle Freddie from Dallas and his 13 year old Paris look alike daughter and her best friend. My house was a wreck, to say the least. Well, at least to me, it was. People always tell you that your house is cleaner than theirs, but how often are they lying? You see, I think there are two kinds of people in this world: People who think their house is clean when it is a total roach trap, and people who think their house is filthy when it's cleaner than the lobby at the Ritz. I seriously don't know which category I fit into. But today, anyway, I felt like the filthy house girl. Luckily, for me, I know that my uncle is being entirely truthful when he says his house is the grosser one, but I have no idea how clean that other girl's house is. My bathroom is "under construction" for Cripe's sakes!

Oh, and it pleases me to tell you that I had a psychic moment today as well. I was supposed to go run all of these errands, but when I was on the phone with husband this morning I told him I was having a day where you get the feeling you just shouldn't go anywhere. Good thing I didn't or my Uncle would've missed me and my dirty house. I was glad he came by though. We don't get to see him much, and my little cousin thinks I'm the world's foremost ghost hunting guru. I won't shy from the title. Just call me Madame Morbida.

Aren't all words immortal?

Note:

2005-03-18T15:13:00.000-08:00

I took the links off the Mormon posts because they were messing up my blog. If you really want to check my work, just Google the stuff, it's all there. Yes, I should learn how to use links. Tutor, step up . . .

Maxi-mum Slipperocity

2005-03-17T23:04:00.000-08:00

Tired. So tired. Maybe this will hold you all till tomorrow . . .

Cozy. Might look nice with clearish blue liquid. Hmmmmm . . .

Another sip?

2005-03-16T20:31:00.000-08:00

So, Day Two in our Mormon education. Let's start with . . .

Blood Atonement. This time I'll bring you up to speed before I give references. In the early days it was the practice to quite literally atone for your sins through the shedding of your own blood. It wasn't just a little blood, and you didn't administer it yourself. For a sin such as adultery, the prophets, apostles or just about any priest (not as important as you think) or leader could convince you to willingly walk to a pre-dug grave where they would slit your throat from ear to ear, killing you. (The ear to ear thing, BTW, is because of an oath you take in the temple.) Blood atonement was sought even from people who merely left the church or spoke out against it. These people were called apostates. From the mouth of Mr. Brigham Young: "I could refer you to plenty of instances where men have been righteously slain, in order to atone for their sins." And to the future killers: "This is loving our neighbor as ourselves; if he needs help, help him; and if he wants salvation and it is necessary to spill his blood on the earth in order that he may be saved, spill it...." Here is an example of an actual case: "In point would be a verbally reported case of a Mr. Johnson in Cedar City, who was found guilty of adultery with his stepdaughter by a bishop's court and sentenced to death for atonement of his sin. According to the report of reputable eyewitnesses, judgment was executed with consent of the offender who went to his unconsecrated grave in full confidence of salvation through the shedding of his blood."

If you thought that was bad: "In Utah it has been the custom with the Priesthood to make eunuchs of such men as were obnoxious to the leaders. This was done for a double purpose: first, it gave a perfect revenge, and next, it left the poor victim a living example to others of the dangers of disobeying counsel and not living as ordered by the Priesthood."In Nauvoo it was the orders from Joseph Smith and his apostles to beat, wound and castrate all Gentiles that the police could take in the act of entering or leaving a Mormon household under circumstances that led to the belief that they had been there for immoral purposes.... In Utah it was the favorite revenge of old, worn-out members of the Priesthood, who wanted young women sealed to them, and found that the girl preferred some handsome young man. The old priests generally got the girls, and many a young man was unsexed for refusing to give up his sweetheart at the request of an old and failing, but still sensual apostle or member of the Priesthood.

Here's why: Jesus didn't do a good enough job: "It is true that the blood of the Son of God was shed for sins through the fall and those committed by men, yet men can commit sins which it can never remit.... There are sins that can be atoned for by an offering upon an altar, as in ancient days; and there are sins that the blood of a lamb, or a calf, or of turtle dove, cannot remit, but they must be atoned for by the blood of the man." "All mankind love themselves, and let these principles be known by an individual, and he would be glad to have his blood shed. That would be loving themselves, even unto an eternal exaltation. Will you love your brothers and sisters likewise, when they have committed a sin that cannot be atoned for without the shedding of their blood? Will you love that man or woman well enough to shed their blood? That is what Jesus Christ meant.... " All entries above are taken from: (Sermon by Brigham Young, Journal of Discourses, Vol. 4, pages 53-54); also published in the Mormon Church's Deseret News, 1856, page 235) Keep in mind that blood atonement wasn't a radical, fanatical punishment for "serious" crimes - the purpose was to save your eternal soul.

Living Prophets and Apostles: The LDS, to this very day, believes that God still communicates to his chosen people through the Prophet. God has called prophets to lead His Church in our day, just as He did anciently. The current prophet and President of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is Gordon B. Hinckley. He is assisted by two counselors—Thomas S. Monson and James E. Faust. Together, they make up the First Presidency of the Church (much like Peter, James, and John after Christ’s death).
All members of the First Presidency and Quorum of the Twelve Apostles are apostles and prophets. This was taken directly from the official website of the LDS.

Mountain Meadow Massacre: This is the story the book I was reading revolved around. The Mormons, anticipating a coming 'war' with the U.S., killed over 120 'Gentiles' to take their goods and because Brigham Young told the congregation that these people were terrible and deserved to die.

Now, what you've all been waiting for . . . Actually, I can somewhat tell how they arrived at this spiritual conclusion. The white garment symbolizes purity and helps assure modesty, respect for the attributes of God, and, to the degree it is honored, a token of what Paul regarded as taking upon one the whole armor of God (Eph. 6:13; cf. D&C 27:15). It is an outward expression of an inward covenant, and symbolizes Christlike attributes in one's mission in life. Garments bear several simple marks of orientation toward the gospel principles of obedience, truth, life, and discipleship in Christ.
There are, however, several articles on the net that talk about the Masonic origins of the symbols on the garments. In case you didn't know, Old Joe Smith was a Mason . . .

The women's underwear is traditionally crotchless.
But, I'm tired and not going into all that!

I will leave you with one last thing. On a page that I can't remember the address of, an old farmer was talking about how he got the Mormon boys to leave him alone. He said that he was on his porch one day when two Mormon boys pulled up on their bicycles and he said to them "Now do you boys really care about saving my soul, or are you just trying to get further up in that hierarchy?" The boys gave him a nasty look, a snarl, and promptly left.

Goodnight!

That's disgusting - let me try a taste

2005-03-15T19:28:00.000-08:00

Of husband's cherry coke that is.

Now, are you ready to peek into the secrets of the LDS? Utah, Ho!

I'm not a mean Mormon basher, but I read an incredibly scary book about the early church (The Veil) and found out some of their wackier beliefs and thought that I'd tell you all about them because I know I've wanted to know what was behind some of these rumors for a long time. I've tried to find sources of info outside the book that you can look up. The lady who wrote the book is a historical fiction author and her husband is a history professor. If any of you go and convert after reading this, it isn't my fault, you're just a wacko.

Jesus and Lucifer are brothers. "The story of Lucifer is the most terrible example of such apostasy. ... He pitted his own plan and will against the purposes of God. He strove to gain the birthright of his Elder Brother, Jesus the Christ. " - Apostle John A. Widtsoe

God used to be a normal man. It is the first principle of the gospel to know for a certainty the character of God, ...and that He was once a man like us; yea, that God himself, the Father of us all, dwelt on an earth, the same as Jesus Christ Himself did; ...you have got to learn how to be gods yourselves, and to be kings and priests to God, the same as all gods have done before you, namely, by going from one small degree to another,. (History of the Church, Vol.6, Ch.14, p.305-6).

Men can become gods and have their own planets just like God. "The Father has promised us that through our faithfulness we shall be blessed with the fullness of his kingdom. In other words we will have the privilege of becoming like him. To become like him we must have all the powers of godhood; thus a man and his wife when glorified will have spirit children who eventually will go on an earth like this one we are on and pass through the same kind of experiences, being subject to mortal conditions, and if faithful, then they also will receive the fullness of exaltation and partake of the same blessings. There is no end to this development; it will go on forever. We will become gods and have jurisdiction over world, and these world will be peopled by our own offspring. We will have an endless eternity for this" (Doctrines of Salvation, Vol. 2, 48).

How Plural Marriage was justified. God introduces the "law of the priesthood": that a man can, with the approval of his first wife, marry one or more other women without committing adultery "...for they belong to him and they are given onto him...":
61: "....if any man espouse a virgin, and desire to espouse another, and the first give her consent, and if he espouse the second, and they are virgins, and have vowed to no other man, then is he justified; he cannot commit adultery for they are given unto him; for he cannot commit adultery with that that belongeth unto him and to no one else."
62: "And if he have ten virgins given unto him by this law, he cannot commit adultery, for they belong to him, and they are given unto him; therefore is he justified." Doctrines and Covenants, Section 132.

Here's the catch (Secret Names): Secret names thus have a profound implication for the LDS wife. She does not know her husband’s name but he knows hers; she, therefore, is cast in an inferior role in a very real, occult sense. Nevertheless, the husband is permitted to know his wife’s new name, and I learned my wife’s (Joan), so I could call her up from the grave. Having her "new" name, he "possesses" her spirit, her essence. This gives the LDS wife no "spiritual space" of her own. She is like a butterfly trapped in the jar of her husband’s secret knowledge. This was often used as a bargaining tool or threat to get first wife to agree to let husband have other wives. The husband can refuse the wife entry into the next world.

That's enough for tonight. Tomorrow I'll have more: blood atonement (murder), secret handshake, living prophets, Old and New Testaments aren't translated right, Meadow Hills massacre, Masons, the veil, Jesus didn't get rid of all sins on the cross, and . . .

A PICTURE OF THE SECRET UNDERWEAR!!!!!!!

Ahhhhhh, Spring . . .

2005-03-14T21:17:00.001-08:00

The First Day of Spring. For me anyway. I know for the rest of Houston it's been going on two weeks now, but for me, this is ceremoniously the first. Why? Well, when I was a little girl in Kentucky the first sign of Spring was when the daffodils and tulips that flanked our front walk sprung up out of the last of the melting snow. When I woke up in the morning I was able to smell the daffodils and know they were there without even having to look out the window. Yes, the window was open, I've told that story before, and yes, I probably got in trouble on those mornings too. Anyway, because of their smell, and because of the magic of seeing them peeking out of melting snow, daffodils have always been my favorite flower, so I got some today.
Welcome to Spring - Sinus Land, that is. So now that I have been attacked by the pollen storm that has overtaken The Woodlands and the beautiful daffodils in my house are conspiring against my nasal passages, I have to postpone telling you about my recent findings about the LDS. Tomorrow you will see . . .

Bloggity, Blog, Blog, Blah

2005-03-13T22:13:00.000-08:00

Watched Peter Jennings' special on UFO's tonight. I have to say that I am fed up with 'scientists'. Yes, I put that in quotes, and here's why - it's seems to me that they have over inflated egos and just can't open their minds to anything that some egotistical jerk that came fifty years before them said was improbable. Science keeps claiming that it wants to move forward, but how can it when its primary goal is to disprove? Fossils are great and all, but shut up about it and move on to something bigger, or at least different! While we're at it, why isn't there a bigger movement in the scientific community to explore the sea? I've read that they know less about the ocean than we do about the universe!

Note: We shall not compare Garden District Glam to Kittle for obvious reasons. Kittle is as Kittle does . . .

Immature humor . . .

2005-03-13T03:22:00.000-08:00

I found it on Google:

A collector is in search of honey pots, especially older ones, from all over the world.

Ha ha, hee hee, ho ho.

http://www.angelfire.com/ne/honing/

I Vote No on Proposition Yeast!

2005-03-13T02:18:00.000-08:00

Don't ask.

Another interesting night for the clan. Not that clan. We don't have anything to do with them. Currently anyway. Just kidding. Really.

We went to Laff Spot and I was part of the headliner's act. Not in a bad way, he didn't make fun of me or anything. There was a lull and he had nothing to say, asked if there were any requests, no one answered, I asked where he got his watch. He said "What are we doing here? A fashion show?"

Later, Garden District Glam called and we met up with her and the other girl my husband ditched for prom that year, Haggis and Smokin, at the DJ's Saturday gig and then went to coffee which turned out to be fun, minus the rubber pancakes. Happy Haggis. No Wet Cat Face tonight. No sir.

“No, I don’t,” Kitsy protested. “I doubt if they’d give a job like that to a woman, unless she was a hundred years old and as efficient as the mischief.

http://www.jenw.org/kitsy.htm Go here and click all the links. The quote above is your only clue. Be pleasantly, gleefully, surprised.

It's a strange night, John Armour!

2005-03-11T23:27:00.000-08:00

So, we meet my father in law, his girlfriend, Epiphany and Haggis for dinner at a local chicken fried steak establishment. The girlfriend, being from New Hampshire, claims she has never heard of chicken fried steak . . .?
Also, Haggis had the unfortunate experience of hearing a private exchange between father in law and girlfriend -
Father in law: "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom, watch my stuff."
Girlfriend: "Yeah, I'll watch your stuff (with innuendo)

Later, Sean gets a phone call from a long lost friend and her now famous brother. Sean says we're on our way to IHOP and she says "Ok, we'll meet you there". She lives in New Orleans so this is a shock to say the least. We haven't seen her in ten years, so we catch up with her at the John Armour IHOP which we have named for our friend, the waiter, who is incredibly familiar to us. Anyway, the waiter walks up as the long lost friend is telling us about seeing Trent Reznor at the local Smoothie King in the Garden District (where she lives), and is somewhat befuddled. On my way back from the bathroom I run into him and he gives me a puzzled look, and I say "It's a strange night, John Armour." BTW, according to friend, Trent is not as incredibly 'dark' as he wants us to think. Imagine this in your mind: Trent, a little blonde bunny, a car, skipping and a water hose . . .

Also today: Was Googling people I used to know with unusual names and found out that my neighbors mother (in Kentucky) was sexually abused by her parish priest in 1962 and with some other victims tracked him to Reno and they are seeking legal action and excommunication. This woman used to be very meek and submissive, so I'm proud that she got some balls, so to speak.
Here's the article: http://www.rgj.com/news/stories/html/2002/05/30/15654.php
In the article she talks about how rural the area was in 1962 - believe her. I used to live in the house she grew up in, and let me tell you, she didn't have electricity until 1949, there was an outhouse, and no city water. All of their water came from a cistern which is a device that collects rainwater. Oh, and we (my family) are pretty sure her father was a moonshiner because the stills were still up in the woods behind the house . . .

-The little church where it all happened -

Google's like a box of chocolates, you never know . . .

Nothing of Note

2005-03-10T21:58:00.000-08:00

Not much to say today in regards to my activities. Not anything remarkable, anyway. Although, I did get to enjoy a light show performed by our own Dear DJ, and he played a song that I requested that pained the whole place, not least of all my husband and the DJ's themselves. What song, you ask? 'Talk Dirty to Me' by Poison. In my defense, I only wanted to hear my favorite line from the song which consists of only two words: cellar door. Go watch Donnie Darko . . .

For fun, visit these websites: http://www.freeweightloss.com/fastfood.html
http://www.ofesite.com/spirit/palm/palm.htm

The first one can be scary. It's a fast food calculator. It takes you to the sites of popular fast food franchises and let's you "order" your food and then tells you how many calories the meal has. Did you know that for the caloric price of a double cheesburger and fries you would be better off having just two double cheeseburgers instead? Kind of makes fries scary . . .

The second is a palm reading site. Pick the option that says "Read Your Own Palm". You enter all of the info about your palm by clicking multiple choice pictures and then they email you your reading. From my reading: First let's take a look at your Life Line. The wavey quality of your Life Line does seem to indicate that you may experience variable health, and that you may not always be very energetic. When the Life Line crosses the palm, as it does in your case, it indicates a life affected by travel. Your life may also be heavily influenced by imagination. Those of you that know me well, will find all of this to be entirely true. Not what I expected from an online palm reading 'machine'! Of course, it's for entertainment purposes only . . .

Smarter than Possums

2005-03-09T09:58:00.000-08:00

Yes, I know how to spell it. Now that we have all that cleared up, here's today at random:

The 70's were disgusting. Ugly and putrid. I remember. In fact, at the time I used to ask my mother why I had to wear orange corduroy's instead of pink. (Orange is ugly, while we're on the subject.) The subject is - the new Mustang. Gross. Take it back to the 70's and leave it there. Saw one today and nearly wrecked my car.

The praying lady from last week's blog wasn't as bad today. As - ass, what's the difference? Anyway, she didn't pick on me so much, except that she came by and saw the picture I was painting from and said "Whoa, for a minute I thought that was your painting, and I was about to say that it was really looking good." Now, that's not so bad. Bad delivery, but not so bad in itself. She was rude to Doug again, though. He's a kind man and usually puts out your easel and table for you if you are late. Well, she comes in and Doug, being left-handed, has put her table on the left side of her easel. What response did this invoke? "DOUG! I'm RIGHT handed!" Yup, she yelled it - but with a sardonic smile on her face . . .

Was listening to "Head Like A Hole" on the way home from I-HOP tonight and I had to laugh at how hard core I used to think it was. Now Lincoln Park is top 40 . . .

Is an opossum cute? Most people would probably blanch at the thought, but they didn't see the one my husband almost ran over tonight. He hit the brakes just in time. When we stopped the opossum looked up at the head light like he had never seen such a thing and quizzically cocked his head in wonder. Then he started to go in front of the car and then shook his head as if to say "Nope, that won't do", turned around, looked up at the lights again "What is that confounded thing?" and then waddled back to safety. Befuddled opossums are cute. Now, as we turned the corner we encountered a raccoon, and the crafty little bugger shot off as fast as his little legs could carry him. So then the question: are raccoons smarter than opossums, or more chicken?

HOLD THE LINE!

2005-03-07T22:07:00.000-08:00

Interesting anecdotes of my day, from the top:

My ex boss. My ex boss is from China. He moved here in the 60's so he no longer has an accent, but he still has the rythm and the speed. So he TALKS like This, do You know what I'm SAYING???!!! Anyway, we were on the phone this afternoon and he's talk yelling at me (our conversations are one sided, I don't have to participate other than "uh huh") and in the middle of a sentence he yells at the top of his lungs "HOLD THE LINE NOW!!!!!!!!!". He doesn't await a response, he just puts the phone down. "My TEA KETTLE was whistling. HOLD THE LINE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and off he goes again . . .

Ice Tea. I was at a favorite website this afternoon when I ran across their question and answer section. A woman was asking why Southerners mispronounce "iced tea". This prompted the webmaster to make fun of us for the mispronuciation and various other things. I was greatly offended. First of all, it's our word. Who do those Yanks think they are to tell us how to pronounce it? It's like Eddie Izzard and the word herb. The English pronounce the H because "There's a f*cking H in it." Now, I realize some people spell it with a D at the end, but just as many people in the south don't. Therefore, if we don't want to pronounce the D, that's fine, because half the time there isn't a D to pronounce and it's our word to pronounce how we want to. Ice freakin' tea! Secondly, most of the time we don't say Ice or Iced at all in the South because it should be assumed anyway! If I ask for tea there better be ice in it! What we do pronouce is the "hot" in "hot tea" because hot tea's for the you know what's.

Michael Moore. He disturbs me once again. Or wait - he disturbs me all the time. Before you freak out and stop reading because you think I must be some ultra conservative weirdo, let me say that I am moderate. Now, that being said, what I am about to talk about should be disturbing to hard core liberals as well. I was watching CNN this evening and it was reported that Michael Moore was turned down for a speaking engagement at a university because he wanted . . . $35000 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you believe it? The college president couldn't when he received the contract. He pulled out immediately, stating that such an amount of money would be far better used on campus for other things. I would think that Mr. High and Mighty Moore would think so also, but no, he needs to line his pockets. I thought his image was supposed to be of a man who fights for the disadvantaged, but here he is wanting to charge a college $35000 for one hour worth of work that could be used to provide a disadvantaged student with any number of costs, or for the entire student body to increase the quality of their education. He's such a hypocrite.

My father in law. Two weeks ago my father in law tells us that he has a fever in his back and that he may very well know what is causing it. Tonight my husband complains of a fever in his own back as we are getting in the car to drive home. My father in law says (I kid you not) "Hey, I passed that stone, do you want me to go inside and get it so you can see how it came out?"

With that, I leave you . . .

Epiphany's State Quiz

2005-03-07T08:12:00.000-08:00

bold the states you've been to, underline the states you've lived in and italicize the state you're in now...

Alabama / Alaska / Arizona / Arkansas / California / Colorado / Connecticut / Delaware / Florida / Georgia / Hawaii / Idaho / Illinois / Indiana / Iowa / Kansas / Kentucky / Louisiana / Maine / Maryland / Massachusetts / Michigan / Minnesota / Mississippi / Missouri / Montana / Nebraska / Nevada / New Hampshire / New Jersey / New Mexico / New York / North Carolina / North Dakota / Ohio / Oklahoma / Oregon / Pennsylvania / Rhode Island / South Carolina / South Dakota / Tennessee / Texas / Utah / Vermont / Virginia / Washington / West Virginia / Wisconsin / Wyoming / Washington D.C

A Sunday for Religion

2005-03-06T16:22:00.000-08:00

The Sunday morning ritual in my house is Cracker Barrel. Inspiring, let me tell you. 'First available' women in their Sunday best stare me down in my sweats as if to say "You heathen woman with your cigarettes! You should be ashamed to show your face on the Lord's Day!" It's actually really annoying, seeing as I have a right to be in my section. I don't ever venture into theirs.Back to the point, or rather on to it. Lately I've been yearning for church. Growing up I was there four times a week. Since I've been married I've been maybe four times in six years. I kind of miss it. So, I was telling my husband over breakfast that I'd like to go to church, any church. Well, I'm not big on Islam, or big budget, big production places. My husband said that he had problems with Christianity, problems with Judaism, and problems with Buddhism and so on so I said "Okay then, what about Unitarianism then?" In case you are unaware, the Unitarians study all religions with an emphasis on Christianity. Buddhists, Wiccans, even atheists are members.
From their website: Unitarian Universalists expect new scientific disclosures to cohere, not conflict, with our religious faith. We embrace the challenge and the joy of intercultural religious fellowship.
My thought was that if he had so many problems, maybe he'd like to explore them. I didn't care as long as it was some kind of church.
Sean responds to my question "They're like Agnostics Anonymous and I'm not yet ready to admit I have a problem!"
Ahhhhhh, Sunday mornings . . . .

Hostile Takeover...

2005-03-05T20:49:00.000-08:00

From the desk of Psy_Guy.

I have taken over this blog for the moment to make a little speech. The only problem is that I can't remember what it is I want to say. I've got images of the Gobbler running through my mind, and I'm wondering if I can ever get them out. It's kind of like when you've been listening to music with your children...like, say The Wiggles... You try as much as you can, but the lyrics just keep running through your head. You keep wanting to sing...outloud...when your friends are here...regardless of their feelings. So... Before I begin singing I'll sign off here and return control of your blog to it's rightful owner.
Remember...
What is: Bad images of blue rooms and purple rooms and horrifying images of a very scary place.
What should never be: My singing a wiggles song for my friends!

Have a great weekend everyone!

-Psy Guy

Ramen Pie

2005-03-03T09:09:00.000-08:00

Well, we've had some crappy weather in the McCormick house this week . . . Christie and Mary are visiting and it's been a whole lot of frustrating to try and keep ourselves entertained. I feel terrible because this is Mary's third trip to Texas and she still hasn't seen much more than Galveston. We should be showing her a rip roaring good time and all we can say is "Who' s for McDonald's for dinner?" But things should perk up tomorrow because it's PayDay. Yummy.
I had my painting class yesterday, and apparently I must be doing pretty badly because one lady (of course she's the class nut job so I don't know how upset I should be) comes up to me and looks and my painting and says "Jinny, maybe you should just go home and pray about it." Arrghhh! What is that? Where is her internal sensor? Of course moments later this man in our class was singing (incredibly well I might add) "Singin' in the Rain" and this woman says "Do you know what I've been singing in my head? (to the tune of I Wear my Sunglasses) I wear my earmuffs in class so I can so I can block out Doug's singing". How awful is that?

Pthhppppt!

2005-02-25T12:40:00.000-08:00

Well, I guess they've trapped me! Stinkers. Just wanted to post a comment on Becky's blog, and now here they've got me with one of my own. Gee what's happening in my life? I don't know. Found out Moxie likes peaches but not nectarines. Exciting isn't it? In other news, as people that know me know, I've been taking painting lessons from Henry's mom and I went to a rose workshop this weekend. I normally hate roses but this painting is growing on me. I got kind of wack with the background and now it looks like fairy land to me. It's actually growing on Sean, which is scary, seeing that he hate's girly crap. I have a lot to do this afternoon as Christie and Mary are on this side of Texarkana and the house is a wreck. Who knew Dizzy could pee in a straight line and no one would ever notice it until just five minutes ago? At least I assume it's Dizzy. It's a pretty long line, I don't think Darby or Moxie would go to the trouble of trying to walk and squat at the same time. Not that any of you really care about the peeing talents of Staci's dog.