Monthly Archives: August 2009


I came here with the intention of writing an angsty and over-due work rant but I figured, Crap. Why even get into it?  Nobody wants to hear me being cranky and going on about stupid shit that I can’t do anything about.  And yeah, it feels good to get it out but it doesn’t accomplish anything.  I’ll be positive instead.  I have no idea what I’ll write about but that never stopped me before.

Just one thing, today was my last day of working reduced hours (9-hour days) under a doctor’s supervision.  And the last day that I can (with a clear conscience) park in the reserved spaces in the parking lot at work.  So I’ll be partying like mad until 8pm when I should probly go to bed so that I can get up at… Oh wait, no ranting!

I am totally baffled at the fact that tomorrow puts us into September.  I’m trying to be positive and I love September but I miss June and July and August something fierce. But I love to smell the crisp fresh Fall air  and seeing the Autumn skies which take my breath away this time of year.

I always get thoughtful and introspective this time of year, too.  I’ll think back over times past and look forward to slowing down a bit- that is until the holiday rush starts and then there are other things to look forward to.  But Fall is special.  Sometimes it feels good to put warm, fuzzy socks on and a sweatshirt and jeans.  To quit worrying about your tan fading.  I will find myself more than once curled up on my porch swing with a blanket and a cup of hot coffee.  It’s nice to actually sit in the house at night with the lights on, too,  something that we rarely do all Summer.

I’m consciously blocking out a lot of things like having to crawl out of a nice warm bed, to have to warm the car up in the morning, to pay high gas bills, to step out of the shower and dry off your goosebumps and even worse… to scrape ice off your windshield, to have to wear hats that flatten your hair…  Oh wait, I didn’t just write all that.

Fall food is good too.  Pumpkin.  Chili.  Homemade vegetable soup.  All that good hot stuff that you didn’t cook all Summer to keep from overheating the kitchen.

Ok.  This is all the positive you’re going to get from me today.   I’m all happied out.  It’s Monday, what did you expect?

Have a good one.


I cannot wait to see this movie.  From what I understand, this is James Cameron’s ten-year project, costing $350 million.   I believe it’s due out on December 18, 2009.  Looks awesome!  It’s more impressive if you click on the box to make it full-screen.

AVATAR – International Teaser Trailer (HD)


I noticed last weekend on our trip back from New York that there were about a gazillion silver SUVs on the road.  And there were so many Toyotas. (I notice that because I drive one.)  At one point PD noticed that there were three ahead of us and one behind us.

We noticed that Exit 58 on I90W would take you to Silver Creek near Irving, NY.  Judging by the billboards there seemed to be a lot of cool stuff there.  We decided that maybe sometime we would check that out on our way home.  But that is doubtful since we are usually in a hurry to get home because it’s so hard to leave when we’re visiting the JuJu’s.

I saw a cool license plate too.  It said NO FOAM.

Ok, that’s all I have time for.  Carry on with your Friday and make it a good one.

I have to work tomorrow so it doesn’t hold it’s usual allure for me. 😦

One more thing.  The Moon has been particularly awesome lately.


… who’s pretty darn cool.  He’s got some wonderful insight into life and things.  He’s a talented photographer and has a wicked sense of humor.  He’s a Southern boy with great hair.  He’s got a beautiful family and a spiritual side that makes me jealous.

Only thing is, he’s got to be the center of attention at all times.  Sometimes his whining gets to me and just to pacify him, I decided to devote a post to him.

I know he knows I’m just jerking his chain cause we’re “tight like that…”

Make him feel as special as he is and go over and say hey to Joey.


If you’re like me, you have a couple of zucchini lying around waiting to be made into something edible.  If you’re exactly like me, you don’t have time to be trying new recipes.  Maybe you could try this and let me know how it is…



3 medium size zucchinis

1/2 cup Frank’s Hot Sauce

1 cup flour

1/2 tablespoon Cajun seasoning

1/2 tablespoon garlic salt

1 teaspoon Lowry’s Season

vegetable oil

Mix flour and seasoning in large try or plate and set aside . Pour hot sauce in separate bowl and set aside.

Peel skin from zucchini and cut into shape of french fries (size at your discretion).  Add zucchini fries to bowl of hot sauce, mix and let sit for a few minutes.

Meanwhile pour vegetable oil into frying pan (enough to just cover fries) and heat to 375 degrees. If you don’t have a thermometer drop one test fry to oil, the oil is hot enough with the fry comes to a good sizzle.

Take a batch of fries from hot sauce and dredge in flour mixture. Add fries to oil and cook in batches. Do not crowd the pan as this will lower your oil too much and cause the zucchini to be soggy. When fries are golden brown, remove from oil and allow to drain on paper towel. Serve with hot sauce or ranch for dipping.

Sounds pretty yummy and fairly easy to me.  I’m not a person to fry food but I can make an exception…


… I’m just busy. I meaning Me.  Just meaning merely. Busy meaning working all day and coming home, reading LOL Cats, playing Legos, and being entertained by the grandson in general.  And doing laundry and all that un-fun stuff too.

I still think about you too.


Having had very very little sleep for the last 48 hours, I’m going to bed now and hoping to sleep for the next 11 hours straight.  I’ll be back when I can.

It’s all good.


… and it’s 3:15 am and I’ve spent the last ten minutes circling the dining room table trying to walk off a Charlie Horse.  I have to get up in an hour and 15 minutes and I just remembered I didn’t have a post written.  {insert expletive here}

Today when I get home from work I’ll be finishing packing for our annual camping trip/family reunion.  You should see my house.  Wait, no.  You shouldn’t.

Ok, I need to get some sleep.  There probly won’t be much of that going on for the next couple of nights.  I was just thinking how awful it would be to wake up in the middle of the night with a leg cramp in a tent full of three air beds in the middle of nowhere.

Also just realized that I have NO time to write posts to schedule for the weekend.  And remote posting is not an option.  There isn’t even cell phone reception where we’re going.  NaBloPoMo, you got the best of me.


As you know, I’ve been trying to get a decent picture of my little furry friend in the backyard.  PD would argue that the little guy is HIS friend, being that he’s been teaching him tricks, giving him treats and potty-training him while I’m at work.  Isn’t he cute?




I must say and I’m even going to brag that I’m getting way better at posting photos.  Huh, Mark?  I mean, Baron. 😉

PD says the bunny is getting too tame.  He sat for about 15 photos and didn’t seem bothered by me at all.  I hope no kitty cats in the neighborhood get any ideas.

I was very happy to find myself taking pictures of a bunny instead of cowering in the basement, it seemed for awhile that we were in for a heckuva storm.  I saw a streak of lightning on my way home from work that would rival anything Spielberg coulda’ cranked out.  And besides, I’m home alone.  Because…

PD and Michael, the son, went to meet JuJu to kidnap the grandson, Julian!!! Yippee!  I’m going to ask him (Julian) if he’d like to guest post while he’s staying with us.  No, I’m not trying to cheat NaBloPoMo, I just think it would be fun.  I can’t wait to spoil see him 🙂

Ok, I’m going to go take a nap until the boyz get here.  PD wouldn’t let me go with them because I need my beauty rest. to get some sleep so I can get up for work in the morning.  If you read my rant, it will all make sense.


Recently I read a silly thing about how you can find out what your porn name is.  To find your first name, you use the name of your first pet.  To find your last name, you use the name of the street you live on.  At the risk of being hunted down and killed by a stalker, I will tell you that my porn name is Buffy Hancock. Which I thought was pretty funny until I had this conversation with my three lunch buddies at work on Friday.  They are Debbie and Dave and Josh.  They don’t read here but I don’t think they’ll mind me telling you their porn names.  They will henceforth be known as Sheba Longfellow, Benjie Armstrong and ~

(this was hilarious…)

Josh is very quiet.  He seldom initiates conversation but participates when he has something to contribute.  The other three of us each shared our names and laughed until we were all near tears.  In the mean time, Josh was sitting there frowning and looking as though he was trying to figure something out.

“Well, Josh,”  I said, “Time to fess up.  What’s your porn name?”  Very seriously, with not even a trace of a smile on his face, he announced, “Midnight Pump Station.”  We lost it.  As soon as he realized the hilarity of what he’d said, he busted up too.  We laughed for a solid five minutes.  And every time we thought of it for the rest of the day.