....HE AIN'T GOING...

Have you noticed that for a while there were articles in the paper and newscasters were talking about Bush and his beard wife Laura were looking for a house in Dallas. Then nothing. Because he's not going...what does he need a house in Dallas for?...He's got the White House..and he ain't leaving. Something is going to happen between now and the time he is supposed to leave the White House, and he knows all about it, and figures what the hell, I don't need to look for a new house in Dallas...I have this ole house here in Washington D.C. and I'm not going..Fucka new home in Dallas...He'll declare Marshall Law, take over the country and just stay there for the rest of our miserable lives. Notice how happy the little asshole is?...Does he look like a guy that's moving?...Do you see a U-Haul, or a Mayflower Moving Van pulling up to the White House moving out furniture?..

Is ole Laura picking out new furniture for a new home in Dallas, or Houston, or Austin, or any where?...Fuuuuuckno!..he ain't going...I'm telling you...HE IS NOT GOING. I have a feeling that even if he doesn't declare Marshall Law and take over the country he's not leaving the White House..He likes it there, I'm sure right now he's working out a deal with Obama that when he takes over he gets to stay..Maybe in the pantry off the kitchen..or a tent in the rose garden. But I'm telling ya...he ain't fucking going...They will have to drag him screaming and crying from the gates of the White House, throw his ass into the helicopter and kick him to the curb in Crawford, Texas.

Mark my words...he ain't going.

TRUTH OR FICTION?

some times it's the cartoonist that makes the most sense.
click on the picture to enlarge.

TONY HILLERMAN 1925-2008

Just about as sad as you can get. Tony Hillerman died...He was 83 years old and been in declining health for the past couple of years. But still. He was one of my favorite authors. He hadn't written much in the past few years...but every one was a jewel. If you haven't read anything by him, you should. He wrote about New Mexico and the four corners area. Lt. Joe Leaphorn was introduced in The Blessing Way in 1970. He was an experienced police officer who understood, but did not share, his people's traditional belief in a rich spirit world. Officer Jim Chee, introduced in People of Darkness in 1978, was a younger officer studying to become a "hathaali"- Navajo for shaman.

Together, they struggled daily to bridge the cultural divide between the dominant Anglo society and the impoverished people who call themselves the Dineh. (think it means the people)

Mr. Hillerman's commercial breakthrough was Skinwalkers, published in 1987, the first time he put both characters and their divergent worldviews in the same book. It sold 430,000 hardcovers copies, paving the way for A Thief Of Time, which made several best seller lists. In all, he wrote 18 books in the Navajo series, the most recent titled The Shape Shifters. (I read every single one of them.)

Each is characterized by an unadorned writing style, intricate plotting, memorable characterization and vivid descriptions of Indian rituals and of the vast plateau of the Navajo reservation in the Four Corners region of the Southwest.

He is survived by his wife Marie and their six children.

I hope he had one last book in the works and can be finished and put out. I don't like the thought of not being able to read any more about Leaphorn and Chee.

If you haven't read any books by him, you need to. I have a greater understanding of the Navajo, Hopi, Zuni and Apache Indians because of his books. Each book is not only a great mystery, it's a learning experience. Sigh*...so long Tony, you will really be missed.

I GOT NOTHING, SO GO STUMBLE

this was actually a billboard I think in Mo.

feck!

the republican mascot is the elephant right?

then why is this stupid bitch wearing a vote scarf with donkeys on it.

snort*

COWBOYS-13 &TAMPA BAY-9

They actually pulled it out of their ass, I watched them...reach around and pull it out of their ass.
But a win is a win is a fucking win.
I can't get fecking blogger to down load pictures so no touchdown baby for this win. Which I'm sure will thrill Buddha_Girl to death..as she is a Giants fan.
If you didn't watch the game you missed a great sideline show..Gruden the coach of the Bucs, spent the entire game screaming fuck you at ref's, players on his team and the Cowboys. He gave one player that 'look', you know the one your Daddy used to give you that would make you pee yourself?...OOh, he was funny to watch.

MY RECOMENDATION

If I find a book I like I will find all their books and read them..mostly it works out well, sometimes it works out just fucking fantastic.

As is the case of John Connolly. I think the first book I read by him was Dark Hollow. So I went and started reading all of his books..He does a series in some that have the same characters..I really liked them and read them all. Then I found a book by him that I hadn't read and we didn't have it at the Library but Nancy got it for me from the Waco Library. It's called The Book of Lost Things. I'll read the top of the fly leaf.

"New York Times bestselling author John Connolly's unique imagination takes readers through the end of innocence into adulthood and beyond in this dark and triumphantly creative novel of grief and loss, loyalty and love, and the redemptive powers of stories."

It's a small book, only 339 pages. I read it in 2 days. I fecking loved it. Remember how gung ho I was over The Name of The Wind?....Well, I'm just as gung ho about this one. It's a yafta.

Trust me. It's tied with the #1 position of the best book I read this year, last year and the past twenty-eleven years. I repeat..trust me...yafta read it..

I LAUGHED SO HARD I PEED MYSELF

I'M NOT TELLING YOU AGAIN, DAMNIT

yafta check this out.....you want something to make you laugh?...go here...
http://www.teenmomsforpalin.com/

6 RANDOM THINGS

Peejay:

http://technicolorcheesewedge.blogspot.com/

tagged me with the name 6 random things about me..

Bless you my child.

After almost 4 years...I would think every body knows every thing about me including the color of my underwear.

So, I'm sitting here thinking what 6 random things don't you all know about me?

Not a fucking thing..ha!

But I'll give it a try.

1.I can spit. I can spit good. I have velocity and distance. Since I have had this cough and all this gook in my lungs I have perfected my spitting to Championship level. I think it might be hereditary. My great Aunt was about 90+ when I was a kid and every day after school we were supposed to go by her house and check on her..Now most kids wouldn't find spending time with a smelly old 90-year old a fun way to spend a hot Texas afternoon. But my cousin Larry Wayne and I would rush right over there every afternoon...because she could do something we had never seen before. She could spit.

She could spit her snuff and hit all 4 coffee cans that resided in each corner of her bedroom. She was bed ridden and her bed was smack dab in the middle of the room. She'd say:" 'c'mer, watch this." She'd raise her head, pull it back like a grizzled old chicken and spit. Splat, right in that 2lb. coffee can. We'd stand there slack jawed in amazement. She would spit and hit all 4 cans. She was a circus act in flannel. Then she'd lay back down and say:"Get me some coffee."..We'd pour coffee, that had the consistency of sludge in a chipped white mug, pour about 1/2 cup of sugar into it and after slurping it down, she'd tell us to :"go home and do something." And we did. So I think I was just born to spit.

2.I used to write poetry. Some good...some just fucking awful.

One of these days I'll go through 'Grandma's Heart' box and see if I can find some and put it out here for you to snicker and laugh over..My favorite was the one I wrote to a boyfriend that left me for another. I managed to rhyme 'our love has taken it's final lap and I hope that bitch gives you the clap, in one sentence. I was proud...ha.

3.I have a deep voice. I have had a deep voice since I was 2. When I was 6 years old I had to answer the phone "Sergent Roycroft's quarters this is Jackie speaking." Because my voice was so deep they thought I was my Daddy. Inky and I have discussed the fact that we could never rob any business in town. With my voice and his limp, they would know us the minute he walked in and I opened my mouth. Ask Allan, he's talked to me on the phone, he can tell ya..

4.When I was a kid and someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I always said the same thing. The catcher for the Brooklyn Dodgers. I could not for the life of me understand why everyone thought that was so funny. My Daddy had always said not to let being a girl hold me back, that I could do anything I set my mind to. So when I finally asked him why no one thought I could be the Catcher for the Dodgers

(I was a hell of a baseball player and could catch and throw better than any boy on the sandlot team we all played on.)

he said that women couldn't play major league ball. I thought about this for a moment then said:"So you lied to me." And walked off. I was pissed for months..months? Hell I'm still pissed off about it. Sigh*

5.I don't let things go easily. I still call trashcans 'crashcans' because that is what Mojo called them when she was little. I still call hot dogs 'yautdogs' because she did. I call all dog treats Uncle Joey's because 33 years ago Shady Lane told me a story about a guy that always gave her dogs treats and his name was Joey so they called the treats Uncle Joey's...So that's what I call them. I still say yafta for 'you have to' and yabut for 'yes, butt'. Mojo and her brothers.."Mom......yafta let me go to the movies." You can't. "Yabutt, all the other kids are going."

When I make a list of things for me to do it says 'yafta list' on the top. I always tell everyone the same thing when they leave in the car..'drive careful'...Has nothing to do with their driving skills..it's just that I want you to drive careful, because I love you and don't want anything to happen to you. When the kids would go to bed and I would kiss them good night I would say "Kiss me good night Eddie, in a squeaky voice."..You'll have to be over the age of 50 to get that one.

6. Last but not least...Once you are my friend..........you're my friend for life. Unless you fuckme over or one of my other friends...You have a life time friend. I'm loyal to the point of stupidity...I like doing things for my friends, cook for them, make things for them, buy things for them, their kids, grand kids, dogs, cats, parents.. Has nothing to do with anything except I love my friends and I want to make them happy...

So.....did ya know that?

NEW TRICKS

New Tricks centres around Sandra Pullman who out of desperation to put her flagging police career back on track recruits three old veterans to lend a helping hand.

They work cold cases...It's Sandra and the three old farts...It's my new favorite PBS show. It comes on Friday night at 10pm central time. They manage to solve the crimes, and they're all smart old dogs, trying to learn new tricks, but they are so goofy. They do the silliest things, and the dialogue is very funny and very smart...I just love this show...If you haven't seen it, you should check it out...What else is worth watching on TV on Friday night?...Well, there is LIFE, on NBC, with the hot redheaded English actor as a cop who was framed and did 10 years in prison (where he became one with Zen) before he was proved innocent and he sued the city of Los Angeles and won a multi-million dollar settlement and then goes back to work on the LAPD as a homicide Detective..Mainly to find out who framed him, Alan Arkin is his x-cellmate who was in prison for fraud or embezzlement and now is his money manager and room mate..I love this fecking show..

I know, I know..nobody watches TV but me...in between reading 5 books a week. Sigh*...I need a life.. This is the them song for the New Tricks TV show...I swear I wake up in the middle of the night and the song is running through my head...It's alright ..it's ok....doesn't really matter if your old and gray...ha..love the song..

ok...can you tell I'm bored...this is what you get when I'm bored. I'm looking for some old posts to reprint for all you newbies...Gotta go...there is a 1/2 pint of Blue Bell Ice Cream calling my name... Gonna split for some Banana Split...
New tricks theme song.
It's alright, it's ok,
doesn't really matter if you're old and grey
It's alright I say it's ok
listen to what I say!
It's alright, doing fine,
doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine,
It's alright it's ok
getting to the end of the day!
Hi tech low tech take your pick
cause you can't teach an old dog a brand new trick
I don't care what anybody says, yeah yeah yeah!
Those 2 verses are sung about 3 times by Dennis Waterman one of the main characters of the show.

BABY PHATS AND QUEEN ANNIE

My BABY PHATS, and Queen Annie, Her Royal Highness, The Ruler Of Every Fucking Thing.(her official title)

I love my Baby Phats.. Even if they are two big..I wear a 61/2 and these are 71/2...but when Shady Lane got them for me, I still had swollen feet from my diabetes..then I lost 40+ more lbs and now they're too big, so I don't wear them as often as I would. But every time I wear them I get comments. Everything from Oh those are cool, to what the fuck?...I mean, really...West, Texas isn't exactly the lime green metallic tennie shoe type of town. ha.

Gotta go ..the Kolache Fairy left me a Charlotte type Kolache at Babs house, and I can hear it calling my name from here....

Jaaaaaaaaaaccccccckiiiiiiiiiie.....come eat me...So what if it's all my carbs for the day...it's blueberries/cream cheese wrapped in crispy filo dough...It's hell living in a town with 5 bakeries..

I HAD A GOOD DAY

I'm still coughing. I'm coughing less but I'm coughing up the good stuff...the stuff that's been laying around in my lungs from when I used to smoke...I coughed up Camel butt I ingested back in 69, when I was smoking 4 packs of them fuckers a day. But it was a good day. It's fall in West, Texas. It got down to 47 degrees and was only in the low 70's today..Will be the same for a week or so...We even had some rain. Fall in Texas...I'm telling you it's a oxymoron...Texas doesn't have a Fall. Well, we do but it usually only last 45 minutes and then it's summer again..Just like our Spring...45 minutes and then it's summer again..Summer usually is about 11 months long, the one month is spread out over the year of a few days of less than 110 degrees and a few days of over 30 degrees.
But today...it's a good day. Work was fun, I found someone besides me that refers to Malted Milk Balls as Moth Balls. First time ever...we strolled down memory lane. We had a good laugh at Yankees that actually pronounce the R in mirror and the W in window. Us Texans know that they end in A's.
Everyone was at work today at 1pm when I left, Michell, BamBam, Inky, Tom and me...that was fun....The girls oohed, and ahhed over my lime green Baby Phats, and Tom and Inky made fun of them. I said I was hauling ass, then I left and came back in and said 'sorry, my ass is so big it takes me two trips' and left again. Then I went to the Used Shit Store and bought some books for the Library and bought me some more books, cause you know I have to buy books..I got Cheap Skate in the Kitchen, Manhattan Nocturne, by Colin Harrison, Out of the Blue by Orel Hershiser, and Illustrated Hieroglyphics Handbook, all for the price of $3.50. I also got an Indian print rug 6x10 for $10. It's an almost match to the one in the living room except this one is blue and red instead of green and red.
Then I went to the library where Nancy (the librarian)took me aside and said in a low voice(we were at the Library)"Those are the coolest fucking tennis shoes ever."....Did I tell you I love our new librarian. While at work Merle came in from Strickley Country and I told him about my Green Chili Pork Stew and he wanted some, so I took him a bowl. I drove in the parking lot and he was out front talking on his cell phone, he walked up to the car I handed him the bowl, we blew kisses at each other and I left. Then I went to the West, Texas Post Office, where my fucking day was made..Remember back when I first started to work(last Feb.) and I said I would work, but when football season started I couldn't work on Sunday's because I had to be home watching the Cowboys play..that it was a deal breaker.?..Remember?....So...I walk in the Post Office and the two smart asses behind the counter start laughing ...They said:"So, are you going to start working on Sunday's now since the Cowboys are playing so lousy, it's not worth it to stay home and watch them.?"and they laughed and laughed...I confess, it cracked me up...I put my head on the counter and just laughed my ass off...all three of us standing there whooping it up ...
Yup...Life is good...
fuckme till somebody makes a touchdown.

MY FRIEND BABS

For you newbies, Babs is my friend that I met just like you all, blogging and she lived in Dallas and we became great friends, and when she had a run of bad times she came down and stayed with me for a few week-ends and then when she was able she moved down to West, By Goddess, Texas. She lives in the apartments right behind me..She used to post pretty regular, but now she's eased off...but you have to see her new baby.
She's the one that goes with me when I terrorize the town of West. We have lots of fun and do a lot of singing to the radio, with the windows down and the radio cranked way up.
So go by and say 'Howdy'...
http://howtogoinsane.blogspot.com/

WHY I LOVE TEXAS

There are so many articles out there on Texans that make me want to cringe, that it's really great to read stories about the type of Texans I'm so fond of..These are my kinda Texans.

"Kristin Pass, an 18-year-old senior with Down syndrome, became Aledo High School's homecoming queen to a joyous standing ovation and the flutter of a thousand tissues on a remarkable night for an amazing young woman.

Her grandfather, Dr. David Campbell of Corsicana, escorted her onto the field and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as Kristin joined eight other young women in the Homemaking Court to await the results of the vote, cast by the 360-plus members of Aledo High's senior class.

Then came the announcement, and pandemonium.

"Oh my gosh! I was sitting in the student section and everyone stood up crying and cheering for Kristin," said long-time friend and fellow senior Meaghan Geary, 17, who first met Kristin in the third grade. "It was great."

Caroline Pass stood at the edge of the football field, taking pictures of her daughter and friends' daughters in the court, when the stadium erupted.

"It's just something you can't even imagine," she said. "And afterward. everyone was just running down to her, congratulating her. And the other girls in the court, they're all just beautiful girls, inside and out."

"Kristin has a lot of friends- she likes everyone. It doesn't matter if your tall or short, pretty, not pretty, smart, not smart- she likes everybody. She has great friends. And Aledo is a great community.

Clay Glimmer, who works the stadium press box, said he was thrilled. "This has been such a special time, a special week for Kristin," he said. "And I was really taken by the maturity and the love shown by her friends, her peers, her classmates.

Kristin pronounced the evening "exciting" and "awesome."

She was so thrilled, her mother said, that she took her crown to bed with her.

Kristin and her family, including sister Kendall, now a freshman, moved to Aledo when Kristin was in the third grade.

She was embraced by the people in the town through good times and bad, including the death of her dad, J.T., two years ago.

and this article was in the DAM News this morning.

Town Rallied To Help Young Athlete in His Time of Need.

In January, when he was diagnosed with testicular cancer one day and underwent surgery the next, Wesley Hilly called it " a pretty big shock." When the cancer came back in June, the shock had spread with it. "Pretty much everything I was hoping for, " Wesley said, "was shot."

All that he'd hoped for his senior season of football in ABernathy, a West Texas Town of about 3,000 just north of Lubbock.

Wesley grew up big and smart. Big enough at 6-2, 190 pounds to play offensive tackle and defensive end for the Class A Antelopes; smart enough to start a few games as a sophomore.

But his prospects seemed remote and secondary with the news that came in June.

He would need nine weeks of chemotherapy. One week on, two weeks off. On weeks he received treatment, he was so sick he couldn't eat. On off weeks, he stuff himself to keep up his weight for football.

Still, he missed all of August and September.

Not that classmates and friends forgot. They left voice mails and sent text messages. They brought meals. Friends raised $5,000 at a car-wash. A small group of 9-year-0ld girls kicked in $300 from a lemonade stand. One group hawked yellow wristbands bearing Wesley's name. Another sold black ones imprinted with his No. 63.

On Wesley's birthday in August, when he was still too ill from the drugs to celebrate, a cheerleader took a video camera around town and recorded it's best wishes.

When football seemed so far away, Wesley's coach, Tony Truelove, brought his jersey to the hospital to give him something to focus on.

When the chemo made his hair fall out, teammates and coaches shaved their heads.

"It's all those little things in life," Lynthat said, explaining what it all meant, "that you don't learn are major until a time like this.

Finally, on Oct. 6, Wesley returned to practice Four days later, against Littlefield, he played the first game of his senior season.

Weakened by his ordeal, he was supposed to go in for a few plays on defense. But a starter got hurt, and Wesley played more than expected. But life doesn't always play like a fairy tale, as Wesley knows. In his first game back, Abernathy lost 36-35, on a last minute two-point conversion.

"Losing like that really hurts," Truelove said. "And then after the game you see Wesley's ol' bald head over there, and suddenly you have a greater appreciation for things.

"This transcends football."

Stories like this one generally do. Harper Lee, a small-town girl herself, once famously wrote, "Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between."

In Abernathy, they brought hope to Wesley Hill. There was nothing small about it.

ksherrington/DAM News.

Yup...I heart Texas.

DUE TO THE AMOUNT OF SUCKING

there will be no Cowboys game update ...they blew, they bit, they sucked all the air out of the stadium...

GREEN CHILI PORK STEW

Pork roasts were on sale, and the more I thought about it the more I knew I had to make a green chili Pork Stew. It's one of my favorites...and is a combination of about 3-4 different recipes..it has tomatillos, green chili enchilada sauce, chicken broth, a small can of Herdez Salsa Ranchera (Mexicana) Sauce, which is red fire in a small can.But the flavor is so good..Let's see, green beans, corn, peas, mushrooms(fresh), carrots, celery, bell peppers, red onions, and the pork ...I take the roast and flour it with seasoned flour then sear it on all sides..take out of grease let cool, then cut into bite size pieces, toss it into the pot and let it cook for a couple of hours..I use canned corn, green beans and peas sometimes and then sometimes I use frozen. Doesn't matter. But I use fresh bell peppers, carrots, celery and potatoes. Depending on how much I plan on making is what makes the amounts..This is a big batch, so had one full can of every thing...The house smells delicious...I have the oldies and goodies station turned up full blast. Already made my trip to town, so I'm in till I go to work Monday. I think I may be better. I'm still coughing but I'm coughing up stuff and can breathe a lot easier...Still feel like hammered shit, but at least I think I see light at then end of the tunnel. Of course with my luck it'll be attached to a fucking train.

Oh..I was emailing Shady Lane and she mentioned something about the time she pulled a gun on some guy...I said what? I don't know that story, tell me all about it. She had some rich yuppie asshole, who will be referred to not by his given name, but by what he is..DICKHEAD. So anyhow, Brewster (husband) and her run Custom Fiberglass Boats in Austin, Texas and they have all the rich assholes for customers. So DICKHEAD brings in his boat and a box of parts. Not new parts with numbers, tags, or anything. Just a box full of parts. They end up doing $14,000 of work on the boat. Really entailed a lot of work, plus since they couldn't use the box o' parts, new parts. It comes time to pick up the boat and Brewster is out on a call and Shady's in the shop by herself when DICKHEAD and his DICKHEAD friend come in to pay for it..Except DICKHEAD starts whining and going on about it's too much money, why didn't they use the box o'parts, yada yada. Lane says it's $14,000 write me a check. DICKHEAD keeps whining, then it dawns on Lane, that she's there by herself and there are 2 DICKHEADS. So she goes to her car, reaches under the seat and pulls out her little velvet bag with her gun, takes out the gun, walks over slams the gun on the hood of his car and says "write the check." They wrote the check..I have such great friends.Have a great weekend..

Oh, the radio is playing " Midnight at the Oases."...I loooove that song..

HI, MY NAME'S JACKIE, I'll be you're smartass for today.

Jackie:'Howdy'...

Customer:'Hi, can you tell me where the moth balls are?'

Jackie:'Still on the moth?'

Jackie:'Howdy'..

Customer:'Good morning, do you have rat traps?'

Jackie:'Yes.'

long pause..

Customer:'Can you tell me where they are?'

Jackie:'In the rat trap department.'

Customer: 'Look, lady, I have a smartass wife at home, I don't need one at the Dollar Store too.'

Jackie:'Yes sir, but this is the Family Dollar Store and we wanted it to feel like home to you, so is there any thing else I can do for you? Like fetch you a beer?'

Jackie:'Howdy.'

Customer:'Oh shit!'

Jackie:'Come back here you sonofabitch, you still owe me for a 8-ball, so either pay up or get me that 8'ball.'

6 months later...

Jackie:'Howdy.'

Customer:'Are you Jackie?'

Jackie:'Nope, she works at the Dollar General.'

customer leaves.

Jackie to Inky:'Look like a process server to you?'

Inky to Jackie:'Nope, that's the guy that owes you for the 8-ball.'

Jackie:'fuck'....

Inky:'no shit.'

STUMBLE THIS

Guess what ?..Went to Dr. E's and he looks at my chart and say's 'hmmm, I think it's your blood pressure medicine."....Seems 35% of the people that take the blood pressure pills I have been taking have chest congestion and a cough that never never goes away.....WTF?
and it took him 25 fucking days to figure this out?....So I'm changing my medicine, getting a different kind of antibiotics, because after all this shit, I don't exactly trust him to know his ass from a hole in the ground...I expect the next visit to be handed a root and told to chew on it, he thinks it might work.
So fiddle fuck!...Here's something to make you laugh and I'll be back in a few days with a good ole post..