Well, winter came to West,by Goddess, Texas yesterday...it went form 80 degrees to a low of 26...my nipples got hard for the first time since I drank a fifth of tequila back in the 60's..or as we called it 'ta'killya'...
This has become the month of everything breaking...hot water heater went out...have a new one that looks like a rocket ship...the other was new in 1959...so it was ready to go..then I finally hooked up my dearborn heater this morning..and nada...it's about 11+ years since I bought it used..so I got that going for me..but I turn on the oven low and it really keeps the house warm..never did get cold last night..but then I have hot flashes going for me too..hot flashes are good in the winter time..plus Annie slept on my head last night and kept body heat in...pussy's are good head warmers,,
Oh man...did anyone catch the article about our newest Senator from Virginia's little setto with old Forest Gump?...oh I laughed my chubby little ass off(I wish)..seems he was at White House and he didn't want to have to deal with ole Forest so he didn't stand in the reception line..but ole Forest who likes to be an asshole marblehead found him and asked him"How's your boy?" referring to Mr. Webb's son, a Marine in Iraq.
"I'd like to get them out of Iraq,Mr. President," Mr. Webb responded, echoing a campaign theme..
"That's not what I asked you,: Mr. Bush said."How's your boy?" "That's between me and my boy, Mr. President," Mr. Webb said coldly, ending the conversation. He said later he felt like punching him out...ohhh lordy..if only he had...Some times you get cake and some times you get cake and icecream sigh**
But the best thing was my weird ass dream last night...in my dream...Forest Gump comes to my house..dressed in cowboy shirt(like a western shirt) jeans, boots and hat...I opened up the door and started to laugh...said"what the fuck are you doing here?" he said ...he had read my blog and wanted to come meet me and see if he could find out why I didn't like him and if he could change my mind about him...I laughed some more and said "fat fucking chance, you asshole marblehead."...anyhow the entire dream was dipshit trying to convience me he was a good guy and was 'just misunderstood'.
I wouldn't let him in the house..made him talk to me through the screen door..I kept calling him names and he kept whinning 'but you just don't understand me'..oh man..I need to quit drinking that Starbucks tea before I go to bed..
Well, I was going to post some other stuff, but I have to go home and make doggie bones..ol lady send me a little package of 4 different sizes of dog bone cutters(like in cookie cutters) and I am going to make a bunch and see if I can't sell them at the Czech bakeries on I-35..people come in and buy kolaches, drinks and stuff from West and we have a little fire hydrant on a patch of grass for them to pee their dogs..so maybe they would like to buy some treats for their doggies..hell, who knows...might work..and I might be eating doggie treats and salsa for the Super Bowl too..
Library is closed on Friday and only open for 3 hours Sat and then closed Sunday..so if the weather is still crappy, I might not be heard from till Monday..so if not..hope your team wins..please Goddess..let the Cowboys beat the Giants and Buddha Girl not be mad at me and her husband for rooting against her team...
sigh*fuckme till I wear pompoms and holler'go team'..