Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Memorial Day was officially proclaimed on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan, national commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, in his General Order No. 11, and was first observed on 30 May 1868, when flowers were placed on the graves of Union and Confederate soldiers at Arlington National Cemetery. The first state to officially recognize the holiday was New York in 1873. By 1890 it was recognized by all of the northern states.
Freedom is like taking a bath -- you have to keep doing it every day!.........Florynce Kennedy:
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Happy Dance Friday has been pre empted and will return next Friday because michael c, one of my favorite bloggies, over at "The Wonderful World of Nothing Worthwhile" is hosting the Carnival of the Mundane today. The topic is "Summer".
Mussels, clams, lobster,
Dads drinking beer,
Sunburns, peeling, Noxema,
Moms playing bingo on Fridays.
at the end,
Reading books for school...
The dreaded shopping
For the return to school clothes....
Thursday, May 24, 2007
We apologize wholeheartedly to any and all owners of the 2007 pug," APBA director Betty McAndrews said at a press conference, standing before a table where 10 defective pugs were displayed. "While pug owners are accustomed to dog malfunction, the latest animals are prone to more problems than just the usual joint failures, overheating, seizures, chronic respiratory defects, and inability to breed without assistance. The latest model pug is simply not in any way a viable dog."
According to the APBA's online recall notice, pugs produced in the specified period are at "moderate to high risk" for convulsive respiratory failure, soft palate suppuration, corneal ulcers leading to sudden deliquescence of the eyeballs, catastrophic lung collapse, ingrown ribs, diabetes, patellar luxation, encephalitis, Lou Gehrig's pug's disease, impacted hips, neck dysplasia, tracheal fissures, morbid obesity, cranial arthritis, and leakage of the anal sacs. In addition, due to strong allergic reactions to almost all medications, 97 percent of pugs are untreatable.
This week, the APBA has begun to send out recall information and cardboard mailing boxes to registered pug owners, who are asked to place their '07 pug inside the box, seal it, and, if they wish, punch air holes in the top and sides. Owners must then put the box inside an airtight heavy-duty plastic bag, affix a postage-paid mailing label, and drop it off at any U.S. post office.
In order to ensure that all '07 pugs are taken out of circulation, the organization is also providing a complimentary on-site disposal service to pug owners who are otherwise unable to participate in the recall.
"We'd prefer to destroy all units here at our headquarters—we already have the chimneys going day and night," McAndrews said. "But the very young and the very old seem rather reluctant to send in their pugs, despite all of their well-documented flaws. To protect our reputation as pug breeders, we're going to spend the next month visiting individual homes and putting these dogs out of everyone's misery."
For Mason City, IA pug owner Lee Kraus, the APBA's announcement comes as a complete vindication after years of contending with defective pugs. In the past five years alone, Kraus has attempted to return three of the dogs to his local breeder, and each time has been denied either a refund or an exchange for a more reliable make, such as a Shih Tzu.
"I'm glad to see the APBA is finally taking responsibility for this disaster," Kraus said. "Governor Fattpants gave me insomnia with his constant snorting, and Boiler ruined my bedroom set when he went into total renal shutdown."
Cindy Anderson of the Sarasota, FL–based Pug Owners Group shares Kraus's frustration with the highly developed breed.
"After trying and failing to nurse Princess Kevin through hemorrhagic lupus and Boatsley through a hysterical tubal pregnancy, I don't know if I'll ever own another pug," Anderson said. "It's not worth the hassle."
"Oh, who am I kidding? They're just so cute!" she added. "I love their adorable snorting and their funny little waddle. We're going to call our next one Lopez."
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Meme from Shadow of Diogenes:
(1) What is one excuse that you use a lot ?
(3) Do you remember your first sweetheart's name ?
(5) If you could make one wish what would it be ?
Paul had this meme posted and I thought it was rather interesting and since it's a rather easy one, I'm tagging all of you.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
|You Are a Tuna Fish Sandwich|
Some people just don't have a taste for you. You are highly unusual.
And admit it, you've developed some pretty weird habits over the years.
You may seem a bit unsavory from a distance, but anyone who gives you a chance is hooked!
Your best friend: The Club Sandwich
Your mortal enemy: The Turkey Sandwich
|Your Rapper Name Is...|
|You Are Strawberry Cake|
Fresh, sassy, and romantic.
You're a total flirt, who never would turn down a sugary treat.
Occasionally you're a bit moody - but you usually stay sweet!
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Some folks have it, some don't. Those who have it would be devastated if it were ever cut off.
They think that those who don't have it are somehow inferior. They think it gives them power.
They are wrong.
Those who don't have it may agree that it's an nifty toy, but think it's not worth the fuss that those who do have it make about it. Still, many of those who don't have it would like to try it.
It can be up or down. It's more fun when it's up, but it makes it hard to get any real work done.
In the long-distant past, its only purpose was to transmit information considered vital to the survival of the species. Some people still think that's the only thing it should be used for, but most folks today use it for fun most of the time.
Once you've started playing with it, it's hard to stop. Some people would just play with it all day if they didn't have work to do.
It provides a way to interact with other people. Some people take this interaction very seriously, others treat it as a lark. Sometimes it's hard to tell what kind of person you're dealing with until it's too late.
If you don't apply the appropriate protective measures, it can spread viruses.
It has no brain of its own. Instead, it uses yours. If you use it too much, you'll find it becomes more and more difficult to think coherently.
We attach an importance to it that is far greater than its actual size and influence warrant.
If you're not careful what you do with it, it can get you in big trouble.
It has its own agenda. Somehow, no matter how good your intentions, it will warp you behavior.
Later you may ask yourself "why on earth did I do that?"
It has no conscience and no memory. Left to its own devices, it will do the same damn dumb things it did before.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
I was on the train yesterday squished in like a sardine in a can. Some woman turns around to me to tell me quit pushing....I yell..."yeah, as soon as this asshole stops pushing me"....I usually don't loose it, but yesterday was one of those days. I'm the type of person that shows everything on my face, so anyone who looked at me yesterday knew to stay the eff away from me.
(I should have bought those monkey shoes and kicked some monkey ass!)
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
My Mom has been diagonosed with dementia/a lil bit of Alhzheimers going on too. Her mind is like a five year old child. But she's happy! She laughs, she smiles, she giggles, and she sings and dances! That makes me smile and sing and dance. My grown up Mom has more or less disappeared and now she's my child. I have no regrets though, because whatever I needed to say to Mom had been said hundreds of times to her when her other mind was still here. She knows she was loved by her children and she knows she is now loved by this lady who visits her every day bringing chocolate and laughter.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Create Your Own PaloozaHead - Visit Lollapalooza.com
I just stole this from Matt's post (Animal Mind Matt) hehe
There are those who dance to the rhythm that is played to them, those who only dance to their own rhythm, and those who don't dance at all.........José Bergamín (1895-1983).
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?.......Lewis Carroll [Charles Lutwidge Dodgson] (1832-1898), British author, mathematician. The Mock Turtle's song, in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, "The Lobster Quadrille," (1865).
I would only believe in a god who knew how to dance........Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)
The Gods have meant That I should dance And by the Gods I will!.......Ruth St. Denis (1877-1968)
When you do dance, I wish you A wave o'the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that, move still, still so, And own no other function..........William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Ok folks, I will be back a little later to announce the winners in yesterday's contest. The Panel of experts are taking a little longer than expected. What? You didn't know there was a contest??? Well duh, go back to yesterday's post. It's still not too late.....and you'll be sooo excited with the prizes!!!
In the meantime, here, read some comics while you're waiting.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
A start of another happy work week. Let's all think positive thoughts. Serenity now. Let's go forth into the week and kick some ass. Not kiss, kick! I just can't wait. Does that sound enthusiastic? I didn't think so. But give it your best shot, ok?
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Happy Cinco de Seis!!!! and Happy Birthday to the Snot Dog! He's a mature six today, but none the less for wear. As a matter of fact, he's still "seeking a single female pug" who is a non smoking, adventurous (slept around), open-minded (desperate) kinda bitch. If you know any dogs that fit that description have them contact Snot dog at www.studmuffinpugman.com.
They won't be sorry. ;-)
Saturday, May 05, 2007
It was then I realized I had leaned on the switch and accidently switched off the lights. Oops.
I turned into one of the brown noses and started looking around to see where the problem was coming from. Then, while everyone else was trying to figure out the problem, I very quietly exited the room.