I Know What I Meant.

I knew what I meant when I said it. I resented being asked again, that confused looked on his face. All I wanted was a glass of ice. Why was he looking at me that way? I told him twice now, the second time a little louder. What was so hard about getting ice?

Turns out that what I really said, was "Get me a cup of glass".......

Yes, it sounds funny and I'm laughing about it...but on the other hand it really scarred me.

You know why. Every time I forget something or say a silly word in place of another, I think ..ok...I'm getting it....It just scares me because of my Mom with her Alzheimers. I can't help it.

Peace

Da Night Before Christmas

I've been told by some that I have a New Yawk accent. (Yeah I think I do too....lol...so when I saw (sore) the following I thought it would be appropriate ta share wit all youse.

A BROOKLYN NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

(Read this with a thick Brooklyn Italian accent)

'Twas the night before Christmas,

Da whole house was mella,

Not a creature was stirrin',

Cuz I had a gun unda da pilla.

When up on da roof I heard somethin' pound,

I sprung to da window,

To scream, "

YO! Keep it down!"

When what to my wanderin' eyes should appear,

But da Don of all elfs,

And eight friggin' reindeer!

Wit' slicked back black hair,

And a silk red suit,

Don Christopher wuz here,

And he brought da loot!

Wit' a slap to dare snouts,

And a yank on dare manes,

He cursed and he shouted,

And he called dem by name.

"Yo Tony, Yo Frankie,Yo Vinny, Yo Vito,

Ay Joey, Ay Paulie,Ay Pepe, Ay Guido!"

As I drew out my gun

And hid by da bed,

He flew troo da winda

And slapped me 'side da head.

"What da hell you doin'

Pullin' a gun on da Don?

Now all you're gettin' is coal,

You friggin' moron!"

Den pointin' a fat finga

Right unda my nose,

He twisted his pinky ring,

And up da chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh,

Obscenities screamin',

Away dey all flew,

Before he troo dem a beatin'.

Den I heard him yell out,

What I did least expect,

"Merry Friggin' Christmas to all,

And yous better show some respect!"

Peace

Monkey Monday

HAPPY MONKEY MONDAY!

Christmas is coming and I've got to hurry

and finish my shopping and avoid the flurry,

of last minute shoppers.

I finally got into the spirit this weekend.....(not the spirits, mind you, but the Christmas spirit. I was even listening to Christmas music all weekend. I hope this mood stays with me. I have a tendency to get a little depressed over the holidays. But I'm going to keep smiling and singing, (like Mom ;-) and put one foot in front of the other and keep on trucking!!! I have a few more presents to get.

Have a wonderful week, in spite of it all!

Peace

Test Time

Your Christmas Song Is

Jingle Bell Rock Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square In the frosty air For you, the holidays are one big party And you always end up having a little too much eggnog!

What Christmas Carol Are You?

You Are a White Christmas Tree

You like to fill your holidays with beautiful designs and classy decorations. When it comes to Christmas, you always expect (and provide) the best.

What Christmas Tree Are You?

Your Christmas is Most Like: A Charlie Brown Christmas

Each year, you really get into the spirit of Christmas. Which is much more important to you than nifty presents.

What Movie Is Your Christmas Most Like?

Peace

Snot Dog

Here's the Snot Dog (Spud) in his new Christmas hoody. Staring off into the sunset, dreaming of Mini. (sunset picture is compliments from my friend, the "Bad One" who recently moved to Arizona and has this view every evening!).

Spud met Mini on the Cyber Kitty Cruise sponsored Auntie Bee....She was kind enough to let the two pooches come along. Spud gambled and drank and from what I've learned, I think he may have had his way with Miss Mini!!! I'm wondering why Sarge Charlie wasn't a better chaperone. Be that as it may, Spud is pining for Mini all day, every day. I'm hoping she writes soon or maybe a call. I wonder if she has a webcam!!! Hehe.

Peace

55 Flash Fiction Friday

"I'm the Nice Stranger"

She's forgotten her life.

She sits now and smiles.

Sings too.

Doesn't know to who or why.

She even knows my name.

Asks me the same questions,

over and over again.

It's ok though. I answer over and over again.

She's my child now, as I was hers.

Mom has Alzheimers.

Peace

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Happy Dance Friday

HAPPY DANCE FRIDAY!!!!!



Peace

The Post About Nothing

Oh man, I didn't want to get out of bed this morning.

It's cold out. Want to stay under the warm covers and sleep late. Can't tho.Must take the lil Snot dog out, however embarrassed that he is to wear the new red hoodie I bought him to keep him warm in the snow.

Got to get coffee in me first...ah...yes. While looking in the fridge I think I noticed something moving in there. I just sneezed 7 times in a row. Is that good luck?I have nothing to wear. Should I go to work naked?

Wasn't going to blog today. But as you can see I did. Duh.

My alarm is one of the sound machines that make nature noises...I have mine set to waves hitting the shore line, with birds yapping in the background. I like to wake up slowly. Don't like loud alarms. However, when the alarm goes off and Snot dog hears the birds, he starts barking!

I chew gum in the morning, is that so bad?

The moon is still out when I walk the dog....I hate the darkness of winter, altho I have nothing against the moon, or the man in it.

I'm in a hurry today. That's why I can't blog. Oh wait, I just did didn't I? Duh (again).

Have a nice day.

Bye

Peace

Joke Day

How times have changed!!!!!

Peace

Where I'm From

I am from trees growing out of concrete, from bottled milk deliveries, black and white TV and Irish stew. I am from the rail road room three story house, noisy, neighborly, with summer breezes blowing through the screens tossing the curtains over my face, cooling the house.
I am from the tomato plants, rose bushes and swing sets in the back yard, the small patch of grass, cool under my feet.
I am from large Sunday dinners, pranksters and beer drinkers, from the Irish with thier brogues and the Germans with their beer.
I am from those who don't know how to stop talking, laughing, crying and praying.
From the fear of the bogey man in the closet and Daddy's bedtime stories and brothers who made me eat worms.
I am from a variety of religions, yet, calling none of them my own. My spirit is one with nature.
I'm from the northeast, corned beef, sauerbraten and lasagna.
From the the mailman and the waitress who fell in love quickly and loved to dance and laugh, the grandmother who bought me nice clothes, the father with curly hair, the other grandmother who disliked Mom because she was Republican!
I am from the black and white wedding picture that now hangs on the wall of my mom's nursing home room, the urn of ashes on the fire place, the songs that still ring loud in my heart. The memories are what I have, some bad, but mostly good as I see their smiling faces in my mind and still feel their love in my heart. That's what keeps them alive, the memories.

Peace

HAPPY MONKEY MONDAY

HAPPY MONKEY MONDAY Y'ALL!

I played the carols and we sang

Monkey and me and all the gang!

We had a wild weekend, monkey and me

We even hung monkey balls on the tree!

(yes, I am losing my mind)

pEACE

My Blog has Balls

Roger is mad at me. I've rejected his balls. Well some of them. I finally was satisfied with one or two or three. What is Roger doing with five balls you may ask...Well he's got a lot more than that...As a matter of fact I'd say Roger has lot of balls. He's been designing holiday balls for his blogging budiies. He should be proud of them too.

Thanks Sweet Roger for designing my Holiday Peace/Monkey Balls. ;-) (Seen on side bar.)

Peace

Saturday

Last night, my friend and I were sitting in the living room and I said to her, 'I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug.'So she got up, unplugged the TV, and threw out my wine.

She's such a bitch.....

Peace

Pure Heaven Flash Fiction

Pure Heaven


It was nine inches long!
I could hardly get my mouth around it, much less swallow it.
It was plumped up, hot, sizzling, mouth watering!
I had to have it though.
Licking my lips, my mouth surrounded it, as if it belonged there.
I bit into it!

Boy, that was a great hot dog!


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pEACE

HAPPY DANCE FRIDAY!

Happy Dance Friday and have a wonderful weekend ;-)

Peace

Variety

Fixing My Life In 5 Easy Courses

I have been tagged byJeff to do the following meme. Thank you Jeff ;-0

The rules are as follows:

Devise a list of 5-10 courses you would take to fix your life. (If only it were that simple!)

It's more fun to be in classes with friends, so include one class from the person who tagged you that you'd also like to take. Tag five other people.

Ok, here's mine:

1) HOW TO GET OUT OF BED RUNNING

I'm the type of person that needs lots of time to awaken. I get up almost two hours before I must leave for work in the morning (yeah I know I'm nuts). I have my coffee, read and post some blogs, walk my little snot dog, come back and do a little meditation or some yoga, and then I'm ready to face the world! In other words, I'm slow getting started!

2) SMILE YOU DUMB BASTARDS, LIFE IS NOT THAT SERIOUS

I work in a a rather conservative department in my organization. Everyone is always soooo serious! A great majority of them are real ass kissers too. And then there's me. I try so very hard to bring a little humor in the rather serious kinds of situations we deal with, and most of the time all I get are those "looks", as if I'm an alien. In a way, I am. So I'd like to take this course to them.

3) HOW TO CREATE GREEN VEGETABLES THAT TASTE LIKE CHOCOLATE

In spite of the fact that I try really hard to eat right, when all is said and done, I'm a real junk food addict! It's not that I don't like vegetables, I do! But they're just not something I sit and crave when I'm thinking about what to eat!

4) KNIFE THROWING (with Jeff) (this will help him with his fear of balloons).

I'm not crazy! Hear me out on this. Jeff will stand in front of a large wall, his body outlined with multi-colored balloons. I will throw knives at the balloons, making every effort to miss Jeff and pop the balloons! Jeff will be so thankful that I popped the balloons and not him, he will go away worshipping balloons, instead of fearing them! Will also help me with my coordination, cause I can be such the klutz.

5)ACTING/SINGING/PIANO LESSONS

I was destined to become a rock star, (if only in my mind), in spite of the fact that I send people away screaming when I sing (and not in a good way), I can't read music and can only play "Oh Susanna" on the piano.But it's been my dream to be able to do all those things.

6) I'd have to join Jeff in his FOOT IN MOUTH REMOVAL course....especially needed at work, while I'm trying my hardest to get them to smile!

I'm sure there's many, many more courses I could take but I'll leave it at these to begin with. I'm going to tag: Boondoggled (Deb); Michael C.; Open Grove Claudia; Reflecting Pool; and Buffalo Dick. :-)

Peace

PJ' Time

PJ Time

The Crankster and The CEO passsed the PJ Award along to me and this is what they said:

Crankster, being a prankster thought my pajamas might look like this: " Odat's pajamas are warm, fuzzy, and embracing. They're multi-layered, made out of flannel, and perfect for curling up with a cup of hot chocolate. They come in warm, friendly colors and are embroidered with monkies. " Aww ain't that cute...I like to think of myself as warm and fuzzy, but with a little bit of glitz or some cleavage showing...lol.

I found these monkey pj's on the web...i just may order them! ;-) hehe.
And The CEO who is just so very sweet (or on drugs, hehe) said this: "So I am nominating the really classy blogs............Odat, puts out high quality, wonderful material seven days a week. Odat is a staple of mental health. Remember this when the Bloggie Nominations come around, please." (mental health??????????????????) oh well....I'll take it where I can get it!

These are two blogs that I've been reading probably since I started to blog. Both are well written and have a lot to offer the world. I thank them both for being part of my blog experience and for being good friends!

So......with warm and fuzzy feelings I'm passing this award along to Patti and Miss Bee, both of whom have become warm and fuzzy friends; and to Matt-Man whose robe is a sight for sore eyes and his blog always gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling ;-0

Peace

Happy Monkey Monday

HAPPY MONKEY MONDAY!!

(Roger, of Idaho Daily Photos was so sweet to make this picture for me. Go visit his picture blog, he's so talented with his photos!)

It's going to be tough getting back into the swing (pun intended) of things, after being off for a week from work. So in order to start off our Monday with a smile here's little joke to keep ya laughing:

Students at a local school were assigned to read 2 books, "Titanic" &"My Life" by Bill Clinton.

One student turned in the following book report,with the proposition that they were nearly identical stories! His cool professor gave him an A+ for this report.

Titanic:.... cost - $29.99

Clinton :..... cost - $29.99

Titanic:..... Over 3 hours to read

Clinton :..... Over 3 hours to read

Titanic:.... The story of Jack and Rose, their forbidden love, andsubsequent catastrophe.

Clinton :..... The story of Bill and Monica, their forbidden love, andsubsequent catastrophe.

Titanic:..... Jack is a starving artist.

Clinton :..... Bill is a bullshit artist.

Titanic:.... In one scene, Jack enjoys a good cigar.

Clinton :..... Ditto for Bill.

Titanic:..... During the ordeal, Rose's dress gets ruined.

Clinton :..... Ditto for Monica.

Titanic:..... Jack teaches Rose to spit.

Clinton :..... Let's not go there.

Titanic:...... Rose gets to keep her jewelry

Clinton :.... Monica' s forced to return her gifts.

Titanic:..... Rose remembers Jack for the rest of her life.

Clinton :..... Clinton doesn't remember Jack.

Titanic:...... Rose goes down on a vessel full of seamen.

Clinton :..... Monica....ooh, let's not go there, either.

Titanic:..... Jack surrenders to an icy death.

Clinton :..... Bill goes home to Hilary - basically the same thing.

Peace
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Crazy recipe

Small rant:
Had to go back and forth to Motor Vehcles five times this week before they got it right!!!! I flipped out the last time I went and asked for a supervisor. Turns out the clerk was inputting the information the wrong way into the computer. It blew my brain circuits while I was there. I felt like I was in a Sienfeld episode! She just couldn't give me a logical explanation as to why all the information she was asking for was needed. All I got was "that's the way it's done"! Well, noooo it isn't, as she found out when her supervisor went over to her and showed her! Damn stupid people! Ok done.








I lifted this from Crazy Working Mom. Thought is was cute.


What's your recipe???

Kathleen - 1/4 cup of trustworthiness - a pound of humor - a gallon of crazy Boil together and serve.

'What is your personality recipe?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Peace