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My Mom and Dad

This is my mom and dad, the couple standing. I’m pretty sure that’s not Lee Harvey Oswald in the foreground. The pic is circa 1954.


Every once in a great while… usually when I’m stressed and over-tired… a sort of sickness seeps into my sense of humor.  For this I sincerely apologize.  Please do not interpret this (in any way) as condoning under-age drinking on my part.

I saw the picture.  It was on a site in a set of “random funny pics.” First it made me laugh.   And then it made me think.   About different things… for one, and probly the foremost… about what we teach our kids.  Suddenly this didn’t seem humorous any more.



… 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.


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.


Before I get on to the funny stuff, I need to tell y’all that on Sunday the neighbor used the word “echo”  in a conversation we were having (which I forget, but I was looking at a pile of river rocks when she said it.  Ok, maybe I wasn’t really paying attention.  My bad.)  And then last night Michael, the son, was sitting here and we were talking about movies and he said “echo.”  Maybe the lapse is over and the echoes have started to reverberate once again.  That was a triple redundant sentence, did you catch it catch it catch it?

So the other night after I went to bed,  there was an awesome Moon.  PD knows how much I love awesome Moons and he took some pictures so that I could see it.  He told me they didn’t come out well.  Just a little while ago I was clearing off some random papers from the dining room table when I came across a photograph depicting four shots of what I thought were pictures of the Moon that PD had taken.


Turned out to be pictures of my kidney stone.  (I made it small because they’re gross.)

LITTLE MR. BUNNY (and the rainbows)


This little guy has taken up residence under our back porch.  Twice now I’ve attempted to photograph him nibbling on the blossoms on my Bleeding Heart bush.  Both times he’s gotten spooked and took refuge under the porch.  I’ll keep trying because it’s so cute… the way he sits up on his hind feet and latches on to a blossom and yanks his head back and forth until he pulls it free from the bush.  I hope it’s ok for him to eat them.

This morning I woke up to Mr. Moon blatantly glaring through the window into my bedroom.  It was so bright, at first I thought it was the sun and I’d overslept.  Was kinda nice waking up bathed in moonlight like that.

It’s a beautiful day here.  A little cool but the sun is shining bright and the sky is blue dotted with fluffy white clouds.

I hung a couple of crystals on a plant hanger on my back porch.  This time of day the sun is behind the house and shines on the crystals.  Sometimes they shine through the windows and there are miniature rainbows dancing on my dining room walls.  It’s so cool, I wish you could see it.  Oh wait, you can.  One of them, anyway.  It’s the only one I could catch that wasn’t moving.  The picture doesn’t do the colors justice, they are very vivid and bright.  So use your imagination.



I feel bad that it took me so long to get around to posting this…

PD wants to say Thank You, sincerely, to all of you who took the time to send Happy Birthday wishes to him last week.

His favorite gift from me was a coffee mug covered with pictures of the grandkids.  The big, hefty kind.  (The mug, not the kids.  Although they are growing like weeds.)  I had the mug designed by Snapfish with photos that I chose.  It was awesome.

Thanks from me, too.  You’re all amazing friends. 🙂


Well, it looks like I’ve gone and done it.

“What?”  you ask?  I forgot about THIS.  And I feel like such a loser.  Thanks for reminding me, y’all.

Which reminds me, I have towels in the dryer that need folding.  So I’ll make this fast…

I have part one of my rant finished.  I just need to do a test run on the password protect thing.  I keep figuring it out and then I come on here and I’m clueless all over again.  M+ explained it to me in an email. I guess I need to go read it again.  After I do my towels.

Give me a couple days and then come back.  Ok?  Bye.  In the mean time, here are some ugly pictures of my grandkids for you to scream and run from.

Here’s Andrew Wyatt, who’s two years old.

Andrew Wyatt

This is Madeline Grace, soon to be four.

Maddie Grace

And this is Julian Michael, my hero. He’s nine, going on twenty.


TATE SHOW 3/02/09 (Part 1)

So PD and I got to Mr. Small’s about a quarter to six last  Monday night for the Airborne Toxic Event show in Pittsburgh. Doors were scheduled to open at 6pm. It was about 12 degrees, blustery and frigid. There were only four other people waiting at the door when we got there. We struck up a conversation and I mentioned a guy who I’d seen on TATE’s MySpace page who was going to drive three and a half hours to Pittsburgh to see the show.  Of course it was one of those four people.  We bonded.  lol.

Little by little, more people started arriving but they never opened the door until nearly 6:30 so we were all starting to get cranky and frost-bitten.  Didn’t help that someone from inside opened the door at about ten after, stuck their head out and then closed it again.  Couldn’t they see that my nose was running, and forget that I’d spent an hour on my hair and it was all wind-blown and messy and I’d wanted to look good for my band…

The first band to play was The Henry Clay People. I only knew one of their songs but now I know lots and I like them.  I talked to the lead singer Joey after their set and he was a great conversationalist.  Just this minute I remember that he mentioned onstage that all through the tour, his band hadn’t had to book hotel rooms b/c fans had been kind enough to invite them to stay in their homes in each of the cities that they’d performed in. I hope that held true in Pgh as well.

Here’s a link to a vid if you want to hear and see them perform.

The Henry Clay People

The Henry Clay People

I had heard a little of Alberta Cross before the concert but was not prepared for their Live performance. The lead singer’s voice is very different but it only took a little while to get used to and to appreciate it. Their music kind of crept in and snagged me. One song, Low Man, (from Californication) especially touched me and now lives happily in the iPod.  I think it blows Metallica’s version completely out of the water.

Lead singer for Alberta Cross, Petter Ericson Stakee

Lead singer for Alberta Cross, Petter Ericson Stakee

And although I don’t have a post ready about the main attraction of the show, here’s a little clip of one of TATE’s new songs, Echo Park.  The vocals are a bit rough, I’d say this was filmed about the time that Mikel needed to start cancelling shows and drink some hot tea instead of performing.


delurking day 2009

(Gah! Pretend the pic is centered…)

I wasn’t planning to post today but when my Amigo asks me to do sumpthin’,  I have a real hard time ignoring him.  He pointed out that today is Delurking Day and since he provided this adorable little graphic to accompany the reminder, I could hardly ignore it.

So if you happen to be a lurker here, you’re encouraged to come out of the closet and grace us with a few words.  It’s rilly cold here today so I suggest maybe you keep the trench coat buttoned up… 😉

Now I’m off to delurk myself.  Oh wait.  I’m not a lurker anymore.  Never mind.

Hope you’re all doin’ good.  I’m feeling better but I still got no life.  Thanks for the nice things you wrote on that last post.  I love you guys.  Later, then.