FUCKIT....

it is 11am..i have been on for 45 minutes..in that time i have read my comments and read soonerfans posts..the rest of the time was spent trying to read others or post.i have not been successful. so folks, im rolling up my bedroll, saddleing my bronco and riding off into the sunset...i may or may not come back..it is just too fucking mind mending to keep pounding my head against the wall here..i may check out another blog site..if i do i will let you know where i am at..if anything changes let me know..but as of now...im out of here... love and kisses jackiesue

GORT, KLAATU BARATA NIKTO...

man, i loved that movie...i think i might have been about 7-8 when THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL came out..and i was in love with gort..not michael rennie.but the robot..he was sooo cool..wanted to be carried off by him...back then you could go to the movie for .50 and watch 5-6 cartoons, a western serial,a tarzan serial, boy of the jungle serial and then the movie..all fucking day long...cheap babysitter...daddy would give me a $1.00 and what ever money i had managed to con out of various relatives and could go to the movie..buy a dr.pepper, popcorn, chicken legs, pink peanut patties and butterfinger for under a buck..the correct name for chicken legs was chicken sticks but we always called them chicken legs...and we also called the pink peanut patties elephant shit..not sure why..maybe because it kind of looked like it came from an elephant? who knows ..we were so dumb back then..of course baby ruth was called dog turds..when i lived on base like hickam afb in hawaii. on sats we could see cartoons all day long for .10..only on saturdays..i never was really big on cartoons so i didnt go all that much..now that i look back on it i think the only time i went was went mother and daddy forced me to go...now i know they wanted me out of the house all day long so they could have sex..i remember watching the queen of england's coronation at the movie theater and being totally blow away by all the jewels..the crown, the furs..the golden carriage drawn by those magnificant horses..all those fancy dudes in the red and gold uniforms..wow..so cool..trying to remember the name of the theater in mesquite, texas that we used to go to..saw my first elvis presley movie there..had to watch it all day long to be able to hear what was being said as the girls screamed all the way thru it..by the 3-4th viewing they were wore out enought that i could actually hear them speaking..but every time HE came on..they would start screaming again..i made a vow that i would never be like those girls..so embarrasing to me. then i heard gene vincent and i was a goner..ahhhhh...oh, the name of the movie theater was the texan...when i lived in mesquite the population was about 1,800..and we were kin to most of them..my grandmother's brother ran the anderson grocery store..and i remember mrs. weeks ran the other little grocery store..alot like the one we have here in west..i remember there was a laundry...was a huge gigantic room full of old metal square tubs..people would bring their laundry in and do them in those big tubs..had big old wooden sticks to stir the clothes around in the tubs..and hot steam was everywhere..must have been 115 degrees in there..remember the smell of bleach and blueing and so strong would make your eyes water..while my grandmother(big mama) would do her laundry every sat. us kids would go to the 5 and dime store..it had wooden floors that creaked when you walked on them..remember the parfum in the dark purple bottle? man it stunk..but it only cost like .25 or less and we bought it up by the truck load..that and witch hazel...remember my aunt estelle telling me and my cousin diane that we smelled like a french 'hor house..and we thought that was a good thing..french parfum, french 'hors..man..it just didnt get any better than that..after we had splashed enough parfum on us we would go to weeks grocery store and buy dr.pepper for .5cents..i remember when it went up to a dime and we were just so irate...diane and i drank dr.pepper and her brother michael ray drank grape nehi...i thought he had a purple birth mark on his upper lip when i was really little .then i saw him all washed up for church one sunday and his birth mark was gone..aunt estelle had washed the grape nehi off...we didnt have tv to keep us intertained and only radio in the house was in daddy red's bedroom..(grandpa) and he was always listening to some game or 'the opry...so we intertained ourselves by playing games outside..we pretended we were people in movies..i was always the black stallion..i read more than the other kids and i was into the black stallion big time..i would prance around the back yard, whinnying, snorting and flipping my hair around like a horse..they would try to rope me and 'tame me'... i would kick the shit out of them..ahhh, the good ole days...

ANOTHER REASON TO SING AND DANCE

sat when i went to the library they had just cataloged a bunch of new books and guess who snatched them up first..yup..me..
frankenstein by dean koontz and read it already and it was farfuckingout...want to read part two now...so good..so so good
tyrannosaurus canyon by douglas preston..reading it now and print is to fucking small but will keep going as its a good book..
love sick blues by william hemphill..about hank williams...cant wait..
flinch by robert ferrigno..like the serries so far another cant wait
marker by robin cook...hot damn..love robin cook
shadows by edna buchanon..????sounded good
midas by russell andrews...?? sounded good
point blank by catherine coulter..like her books...so hopefull
blown...by rancine mathew...wonder if it is about sex or drugs??

does anyone in texas my age remember the great radio shows? do you remember big john and sparky? i loved big john and sparky..got to go to some grocery store and see them when i was about 7 years old and was heart broken to find out sparky was a dummy..thought he was a real kid..fucking radio..
and my favorite..the b bar b riders...man, i miss radio shows...inner sanctum...the shadow..lone ranger. man..better than tv..
and another reaason to celebrate at sooner's...they have put in the 34-year old machine that maded the first frozen margaritas into the smithosian's national museum of american history..how cool is that..
poem i wrote after the game:
i would happily croak
from a stroke
to see the eagles back broke
by the cowboys...


ok, so im no poe...

ISN'T LIFE JUST FUCKING BEAUTIFUL???

do a little dance...make a lot of fuss...get down tonight...
joy to the world...and all the boys and girls..joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, and joy to you and me...
yessir, rebob, buddy boy,howdy..i do mean wow...
THE COWBOYS WON...THEY KICKED ASS...THEY STOMPED THEM FUCKING EAGLES..HANDED THEIR ASSES TO THEM ON A TRAY..A SILVER FUCKING TRAY...I WANT A 40X45 INCH PICTURE of MAC NABB'S FACE IN MY LIVING ROOM...NO..RIGHT OVER THE SINK SO WHEN I TAKE A DUMP I'LL BE LOOKING AT THAT PEICE OF SHIT QUARTER BACK...
hoo boy..life is good..he looked just like a 6 year old that some one took his favorite toy away from..and he desperately wanted his mommie..fucker....
can you tell that im in a great mood? no saying that im in a great mood is like saying the great wall of china is a picket fence..im over the moon..best game the cowboys have played in at least 5 years..except for that fucking roy williams who had two flags thrown on him for either off sides or illegal block...cost us a touch down..dipshit..plus the fumble that k. johnson made..but what was the deal with the name calling finger pointing on the side lines between bledsloe and johnson? that was really inspiring..fuckers..speaking of bledsloe..he threw for 289 yards. and 3 td's..not bad for an old fart...
and to make it even better so far im 41-27-1 for the season...
this is going to make it awfully hard to be pissed and bitching about anything...but i assure all of you...i will think of something..like fucking blogster is back being slower than bush's brain...

I SPOKE TO FUCKING SOON

SONOFABITCH, MOTHERFUCKING GODDAMN,COCKSUCKING FUCKING ASSHOLE, BUTTWIPE DICK HEADS...BLOGSTER IS BACK TO SLOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW AGAIN. FUCK ME SIDEWAYS...LUCKY FOR SOMEONE THAT THE LIBRARY IS CLOSING AND I HAVE TO LEAVE OR I WOULD LEAVE SUCH A MEAN ASS COMMENT ON NEIL AND BOB'S WEBSITE...FUCK YOU YOU, YOU......YOU......YOU..FUCKING FOREST GUMP LOVING REPUBLICAN RIGHT WING WING NUT ....BOOGER...

HAVE A NICE WEEKEND..GO SOONERS...SEE YA MONDAY..

WOMAN OFF FLIGHT AFTER TSHIRT FLAP

i bet she had on the same tshirt that ruby rocks told me about and i want...the bush and cheney fucking the world tour...2004...maybe not.. anyhow..
reno nevada..
a woman was booted off a southwestern airlines flight for wearing a tshirt that bore an expletive and images of president bush, vice president dick heney and secretary of state condolezza rice.
lorre heasley of woodland, wash. said she planned to press a civil-rights complaint against the airline over turesday's action at reno-tahoe international airport, a stoover point on ms. heasley's scheduled trip from los angeles to portland, oregon.
I have cousins in iraq and other relatives going to war", ms heasley told the reno gazette."here we are trying to free another country, and i have to get off an airplane, over a tshirt. that's not freedom."
sw airline spokeswoman marilee mcinnis said several passangers complained about the shirt.
ms. heasley, a 32 year old saleswoman, said passengers began complaining after she and her husband, ron, moved to the front of the cabin in reno.
she agreed to cover the words with a sweatshirt, but when the sweatshirt slipped while she was trying to sleep, she was ordered to wear her tshirt inside-out or leave..she and her husband left. they arrived hom e in a rental car wed. afternoon.
ms. mcinnis said southwest rules allow the airline to deny boarding to any passenger whose clothing is "lewd, obscene or patently offensive."
but allen lichtenstein, a lawyer for aclu in las vegas, said it "might be problemmatic" that the airline "changed rules in the middle of the flight".



well, fuck me...no really..fuck me..

supposedly we're in iraq to bring them the joys and benefits of democracy..to bad we dont have any of it here stateside..this is the biggest crock of shit..makes my rednecked red ass even redder...

ROCKY IN FIGHTING FORM

i have never seen rocky fight before..have cleaned up his cuts and wounds and patched the holes chewed in his neck and feed him only canned food as he has no upper fang teeth due to his back alley cat fights..but early the other morning i heard the meowwwwwwwwwwww, meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, hisss gerrrrrr, meowwwwwww...and turned the porch light on just in time to see rocky kick the living shit out of a cat about twice his size...this cat was huge and rocky had him by the neck and was tossing him left and right and making mountain lion noises..had him in the corner of the yard by the pecan tree and that cat was doing everything he could to get free of rocky..but rocky had him in his yard and was not going to let him get off that easily..man what a asskicking...i finally had to call him off..and he walked back to the porch like leo the lion...his feet barely touched the ground..when he got up to me he smelled of cat piss, not his brand....so i can to clean him up before i could bring him in and give him a saucer of canned milk which he loves..and tuna fish...my hero...took him 45 minutes to lick his balls that night...

FOREST GUMP...NOW THERE IS SOMETHING TO BITCH ABOUT

that little fucker...you know when i saw him making his little speaches during katrina episode...all calm and covering his ass and telling Brownie..you did a good job.? all i could think of was that old saying.." if you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs, chances are you dont understand the situation..."....why else is ignorance called bliss....
stupid fucker..

also thought about all the times i have called him a useless asshole and then i realized that i was doing a diservice to assholes as at least they have a usefull function...

HOLY SHIT..BLOGSER IS WORKING

now what will i have to bitch about? oh well, im sure i can think of something...but got on this morning and the little blue square just popped right up and i nearly fell off library chair...there is a goddess. now have to tell neil and bob tanks...

FRENCH WOMEN DONT GET FAT.

hm...hm....yeah right...just what i need to read or even listen to ...a skinny french women telling me how to eat...hell most skinny french women cant keep their french husbands from cheating on them..yeah, like im going to listen to her.
tell you how my mind is warped..was checking out books while waiting for the blue square to grow and found a book titled one night stand with the king..i thought wow..a book about a quickie with elvis....doh..was about esther and some king of persia..what a dip i am..henrietta has a new helper at the library and she has turned this place into a sparkling and shinny new library...just put out tons of fall decorations...flowers, holloween decorations in the kiddies part of library..looks soo great..
did i tell you that my blood pressure is 140/80 and i lost 4 lbs?...baby steps...baby steps...but i would knock down a 83 year old lady on a walker if it would get me a dr.pepper...and i have been asked not to stand in front of the ice cream section of community grocery and to refrain from whimpering when i walk by the soda pop section..pasty has threatened to make me stand out in parking lot and have them bring me my groceries.. so i will not be tempted...i have asked each cashier to please remember...no matter what i promise or how much money i offer them...not to sell me ice cream, dr.peppr or fritos..
made salt free chinese food for dinner.so guess i will go eat it...oh by the way...all you LOST fans...man is that show good..think the others are canibals?

DOUBLE POSTING SONSABITCHES

HEY ....HEY...NEIL AND BOB....WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU??? COME OUT COME OUT WHERE EVER YOU ARE....YOU YELLOW LIVERED COWARDS...BUY US LIKE SLAVES, SEND US TO THE SLAVES QUARTERS AND THEN IGNORE US...DIPSHITS..IM NOT AND NEVER HAVE BEEN LONG ON PATIENCE..SO IM STARTING TO LOSE MY SENSE OF HUMOR HERE..FUCKERS..YOU MUST BELIEVE ME CAUSE I ONLY SPEAK THE TRUTH....YA'LL DONT WANT TO PISS US SLAVES OFF...WE WILL REVOLT...WE'LL ALL SHOW UP ON YOUR DOOR STEP WITH FIRE IN OUR EYES AND WHISKEY IN OUR GUTS.(IN MY CASE..DR.PEPPER)....BUT WE ARE NOT TO BE FUTZED WITH...(MY NEW WORD)...SO PLEASE FOR THE GODDESS SAKE..FIX THIS FUCKER...STRONG EMAIL TO FOLLOW..

*Note: Reference is to new owners that took over Blogster and made it suck ass

HOW THE FUCK CAN MARTHA STEWART BE THIS NICE ALL THE FUCKING TIME...??

ok, you win..i held out as long as i could...IM BACK...
but it was fun for a while...but being nice is so fucking hard..its hard...hard work....i understand..o goddess there i go again..
i had more fun out of reading your comments that i did the blogging..although i did get a kick out of slamming tom and katie..those fucking dipshits...looks like ole tommy boy was jumping on something besides oprah's couch...bad boy..bad boy...dont you know it would be karma (and i do belive in karma) if she came down with post partum depression..now that would just make me laugh..but would be too awful...funny yes..but awful..bet the first time she went after him with a frying pan he would be shoving those anti-depressents down her throat..
be on the look out for my library buddy travis..i think his blog site is..fuck the world and leave it to the next kid? or something like that..he is posting as i type..he hates bush as much as i do..and that is what his first post is going to be about..bush short for bullshit..he is the brother of my granddaughter's best friend when they were kids..i used to call her my black grandaughter..she is a mommie now...and lives in abilene..he is a good kid and we became computer buddies here at the library...so look for him..
i see that kinky frienman is pumped up his war wagon and saying pithy statements as he makes his run for governor..i would like to vote for him but its hard to get me to trust anyone that voted for bush..sorry all you bush voters...but you shoulda know better...
man, the weather here is soo cool..i love it..jenny called me from waco and bitching cause she was freezing her butt off..had shorts and tshirt on..said dont you listen to the weather..long pause..."grandma..im 18 why would i be watching the tv for the weather report.?"..good point..
i see some small progress in the speed of blogster..its down from a 7 minute wait to a 3 minute wait...better than a poke in the eye i suppose..anyone heard from them yet? well, going to try and read some posts..

THAT SWEET BOY TOM CRUISE AND THE LOVELY KATIE ARE EXPECTING A BABY

now as a good spirited person enjoying the cool texas weather I only wish them the very best and will not cast aspersions on their character by having a baby with out the bans of marriage being said over their sweet little selves...that would be sooo not nice..and i can only wish that she does not suffer from the dreaded post partum desease that that sweet boy tom says does not exist..because we all would be just so sadden to hear that she did experience it and because of his feelings about taking those nasty old pills for depression..went complety over the pretty little edge and cut up his cute little body into small little peices..now my goodness that would be just a shame..tsk tsk.. tsk..
well, i have to run now and go tend to the sick and infirm as those poor people need all the help they can get. their sickness and fraility is just such a sad thing..not being able to do the simplest things for themselves...like clean themselves ..why the smell is just terrible...and all that dribbling of food, why it is just heart breaking..such a sad state those poor people have let themselves fall into...they are such a mess that sometimes i actually will gag and hold my nose at them.. which is why i always wear plenty of sweet smelling perfume..im sure those poor people really do appreciate it...they have so little and need so much..why just the other day mrs. barbara bush said they should be so lucky to have a hurricane wash away their homes with all their belongings..just so they could come to the wonderful cool state of texas where we can take care of them..they are just so lucky to have someone just like barbara and i to make them feel welcome and right at home...toodles for now my sweet dear friends...think happy thoughts and do kind things for the less fortunate....

SUNSHINE AND MOONBEANS TO YOU ALL

well, the weather in our great state of texas is now turning into the lovely cool times that we all have been yearning for..yes, good citizens of the world...fall has fell. its a good thing...i cant even begin to tell you what a lovely feeling it is to not have our nice cotton clothing stick to our not so sweet smelling skin.the birds are chirping, the breeze is blowing and all is right in the lovely world that the goddess has blessed us with...isnt that special...good times are here again you sweet lovely people...yes, eveything is just hunky dory...blissful i would even say...why the world is such a wonderful place to be right now..i cant imagine anything that would change my little happy happy white fluffy clouds into dark thunderstorms..no my good people.it is a lovely day in the neighborhood...wont you be my friend? lets hold hands and skip down to the lake and feed bread to the little duckies...because when its this nice in texas all is good in the world....so ta ta good people..im off to spread hope and joy to all that i meet. toodles...

OK, IM GIVING UP AGAIN

going to go buy a dallas paper and go home and watch the news..tired of sitting here..making me nuts..i read one post and never could get it to come up again so i could read any body else..so fuck em all but six and save them for pall bearers..going to the house..if you dont hear from me wed..10-3pm...i will be back thursday 3-7pm..maybe it will unclog by then...hugs and kisses...jackiesue

COUNTRY MUSIC TELEVISION

on oct. 14th...country music tv will telecast previously unseen video of johnny cash, willie nelson, waylon jennings, and kris kristofferson. these were taken from when they were all doing the highwaymen..and since two of these great legends are gone would be nice to see them sing and get it done...weird..willie is the oldest and think he will out live all of them...only one left is kris and hell, i'd put my money on ole willie anytime over kris..if i can find anyone around here that has will watch it and tape it for me i would be a happy camper..think david oden has vcr and would watch it with me..i have vcr but no cable..i always tease him when i ask him to do something for me by promising him a blow job..he will freak me out one of these days when he says ok...ha..that will be the big one elizabeth...
did i tell you i met willie once up front and in person? when they had the outlaw concert back in the 70's they had it on the steiner ranch where i lived and i worked at the "lodges" and all the guys that were building the stage and what ever would come down and i would get them drunk and take their money on the pool table..met willie's 1/2 brother doyle and he said he would introduce me..i was more interested in waylon but who cared..not them..anyhow after the concert doyle took me to willie's trailor where i remet the head of the bandido's vic..who had become my new best friend when i had found his wallet and gave it back to him with over $3,00 in it..he was passed out and willie was sitting at kitchen table..imbibing...will not say with what...but he was not eating cereal..i had heard how nice and sweet etc. that he was..well, maybe when he wasent imbibing...it was hi ..dont let the door hit you in the ass on the way out..really disappointed..doyle kept saying he was so sorry, willie wasent usually like that...maybe it was my "fuck rednecks" tshirt...oh well...still want to see the show...or get a tape of it...

DEAR NEIL AND BOB(new owners)

man oh man...you guys really have some big Balls. i sit at my computer all humped over like some crone waiting for that little blue square at the bottom of the screen to span until it reaches the end...and after 7 minutes or so...success..and i hear thru comments on my blog that it might take 30 60 days to fix it...and ya'll have the nerve to talk to us about paying to belong to the blogsite...boy howdy...yas, master we be good slaves...
when i first got the idea to start blogging i had no clue what it was about what to do or how it was going to turn out..i really started so i would have a place to vent about shit that pisses me off (george w bush) and hopefully in the process..piss some rightwing republicans off...that was my dream my goal..what i found was a family...friends who are like my own...people that make me laugh, make me think, make me even change my mind about things..(not often) hell, im rooting for oklahoma...how weird is that..i have actually found and made friends with some of them republicans..not the right wingers but just regular old republicans..my kind of republicans...like barry goldwater republicans..blogging became my day... i couldnt wait to find something weird, funny, sad or something to piss someone off..i found obscure quotes, funny articles..made up silly stories(hey I dont have a life that i could intertain you with the shit that happens around me normally)I found that the first thing i thought about when i woke up (right after i peed) was did i have all the stuff i had gathered up the night before in my purse to take to the library so i could share with my "pals"...and things went pretty fucking smoothly...sometimes the old blogster was slower than two old people fucking..but it wasent so bad that you couldnt live with it..and it made me happy...and im into making old jackiesue happy...life has not been a barrel of laughs...but i had found something that fucking made my day...and now...inter...neil and bob or what ever the fuck their names are..now im sure they are perfectly nice people and had all intentions of making this a money making proposition for them selves..power to the people..but their buying blogster has fucked up my little wet dream...now i sit at the computer and wait for 7 minutes to read one post by one person...then 7 minutes to make a comment...7 minutes to read another post...i have been here today since 3pm and it is 4:20pm and i have posted this the one about the dog and read my comments on my posts...that is all...so what this boils down to ...is there another blogsite that we all can join and still be together and say fuck...since it takes forfuckingever to read comments email me
going to try and read some of your posts...


*Note: Reference is to new owners that took over Blogster and made it suck ass

BOBBIE THE WONDER DOG OF OREGON

does anyone read the comics like i do? i love the dallas morning comics even if they have changed the format into a magazine section and the characters look like the are little blurs...anyhow does anyone read get fuzzy by darby conley? it is about a insane monkey killer(in his dreams) siamese cat named bucky and a dumber than dumb dog(is feeling shakey now that he found out he was born in canada) satchel and onwed by rob who is always being fucked over some how by the cat and hugged alot by the dog..so this past week his comics have been about info on cats...but yesterday it was about bobbie the wonder dog from oregon..
from august, 1923, to febuary, 1924, a scotch collie-english shepherd mix named bobbie made perhaps the most incredible documented journey to return home. while visiting indiana, bobbie was chased away from his owners by a pack of local dogs. after 3 weeks of searching, his family was forced to return to oregon without him, broken-hearted. exactly6 months later, bobbie walked back into his hometown of silverton, oregon. tired and emaciated, he had traveled somewhere around 3,000 miles on foot.through icy rivers snow storms and over huge mountain ranges. as his story became known, his owners received many letters from people who had seen and/or helped bobbie along his cross crountry journey.

now that is such a great story about the heart of dogs..but what really struck me and put the fear of god into me was..my first husband lives in oregon..what if he shows up on my door step like that...he is a dog after all...

ONE LAST SHOT AT FOREST BEFORE I GO

went to aol to check my mail and saw where bush aka forest gump has picked another unqualified person for one of his jobs...the new judge..who has never been a judge before..fuck then hire me ....so I would like to say this about forest's picking of people for his cabinets or posts...george w bush should be allowed to pick only two things...his nose and his ass..and before he does either some one should be hired to point out to him the benefits of using one finger for each pick...and not to use one finger for both picks...cause you know he will...

ITS LIKE STANDING ON MY HEAD...CAUSE MY SMILE KEEPS SLIPPING OFF MY FACE

I am so pissed my back teeth hurt from my gritting them...I arrived here at the library at 3pm it is now 5:45 and all I have done is post.. why? because when I tried to read anyone's blog or leave a comment..it takes 7 fucking minutes..so I sit here like a camel chewing my cud waiting for blogster to work...and does it?fuckno....I left a comment on neil and bob's blog to let them know im not a happy camper..and I really dont feel like the give a shit...personally..last friday I got pissed and finally left without reading anyone's posts...and same thing sat...so I thought over the weekend that they would have "worked out their little kinks" as they called them..right...well, they didnt ..it still is not working..and I know it is not the computers here because I can get on aol, yahoo and other web sites without any problem at all..the only time I have problems is when Im on blogster...am I the only one that is having this problem? maybe they are tired of my bitching and a whining and are trying to make me leave or get so pissed that I will make some threat toward them and they can toss my fat ass out of here..what ever is going on..it is starting to wear on me...so Im not sure I will be back tomorrow or not..cause there is no sense in my getting on to blog and to read blogs if I cant do either...


*Note: Reference is to new owners that took over Blogster and made it suck ass

.............OLIO...............

decided to listen to my favorite golden oldies radio station over the week end instead of watching cooking shows on tv..and noticed something..they dont, or at least I have not heard them play any thing by Gene Vincent...anyone remember him..."wear my ring around your finger?"...oh man, when I was about 12-13 I had the most humungous crush on him...and mainly because I had gotten a crush on the school bad boy...I cant remember his name to save my soul but it was at Del Valley high school in austin,texas across from bergrstom afb where my daddy was stationed and we lived..he wore white tshirt rolled up and a pack of luckies rolled up in the sleeve..tight blue jeans, boots with taps on them. remember the big old taps we would wear on our shoes? he drove a custom made black ford, dont remember the year but remember it had glass packs..had no idea then what they were but only cool cars had them...so if you wanted to look like you were in the know you always asked if their car had glass packs..he was tall, thin had black slicked hair into a duck tail and when he wore a shirt over his white tshirt he left the collar turned up and the shirt was unbuttoned..man he was hot..and for some unknown reason he thought I was kinda cute..now you must know when I was 12-13 I had nearly the same size boobs I have now..only I didn't weight even a 100 lbs..so my measurements were about like this...38-19-30...I had to wear a brick tied around my neck hanging from the back to keep me from falling on my face and rolling down hills..so I am sure now that what he liked about me were my big mama's...but I was also the only child of a m/sgt...and that meant....touch me...die...I was not allowed to ride in cars with anyone..if anyone wanted to date me..you had to call and get my daddy's permission...then you had to get pass the guards at the gate who were instructed to guard my every move..you would drive to the gate..the guards would check you over..and if your name was on the list they would call my daddy and describe him and then maybe you would get to drive to the house..park and walk me to the teen club or to the movies, or during summer time to the pool..the only places I was allowed to go..on the way I would be spotted by every guy that worked for my daddy, and all the ap's..(airforce police) who would call daddy and give him spot checks on where I was...so he would know how long it took me to get there and if I was going where I said I was...one time I got brave and decided to go off base and go to a movie in town..never made it past the guard shack..they just laughed at me..and called daddy who came and got me..so my romance with my teen idol didnt last long..once he found out I not only wouldnt let him touch the mama's and wouldnt touch him any where below the waist..well, I was history..and to make it worse..he left me for my bad girl girlfriend "peggysue"..I swear to the goddess that was her name..she had mama's almost as big as mine..but she put out...

hmmm. no wonder I ran off and got married when I was 16

COTTON BOWL AT DALLAS

for the first time in memory next weekend I will not be rooting for the Texas Longhorns...due to the affections I hold for "boomersoonerfan78" I will be rooting for the Oklahoma Sooners..may the goddess still recognize me when I croak and go to goddess heaven..

GREEN CHILI AND PORK STEW WEEKEND

I'am trying to be possitive here but it is hard. The cowboys are conspiring to make me nuts..the weather is still hotter than than hell, my pbs channels are still fuzzy and my dallas paper is still fucked up...I know for a fact that it is a republican conspiracy to drive me over the wall out of the garden of west, texas and into the streets of hell.But I refuse to give in to temptation...I will remain calm, I will be strong, I will not go redneck and stomp someone into a mud puddle and then stomp them dry..yeah, right..
so to calm that little crazy person that resides inside of me aching to be set free I decided to cook instead..so I made green chile pork stew..I made enought to feed me for a week at least...huge pot of stew..and boy did I do good..it may be the best batch I have made yet..but did get carried away with the cayanne chili poweder..which I always do..but man I love that stuff..west food mart had roast pork on sale for .99cents a lb. so I bought two of them for under $7. Put one in the freezer and made stew with the other one...I don't have a recipe but can give you the ingredients and you can go from there..I stuff that pork roast full of slivered garlic, put fake salt pepper and flour on it and then heat on all sides in my iron skillet. then add little beef broth to skillet and stick in over low and cook till it is still pink almost red ..in mean time i take carrots, bell peppers, potatoes, onions, garlic, fake salt, pepper, garlic powder,paprika,celery, cayanne pepper, chili powder and beef broth with water and cook like your making stew..then let pork rest and then shread meat into the stew pot(iron also) and cook till all is well...then eat...really good..than almost made up for the fucking cowboys game..but not quite..but miracle of miracles with the exception of the cowboy game and one other I won all the games I had bet on this week end...pretty cool...I just refuse to get crazy over the cowboys..as much as I want to ..I refuse to get taken out by a football game..Im saving my big stroke for when I decide to have sex ...figure that should be the way to go..

NASTY MEMO'S

well lets see how many people i can piss of this moring..i fially replyed to the "changes" that they said they were going to make in the paper after i bitched...the made one change and that wasent enough..so sent another email to them and was so pissed..called them dickheads again..then after one full hour i finally got into blogster and onto my blog site..so far the only thing i have been able to do is leave a mean spirited comment on eithe bob or neils blog site..to let them know how fucking slow blogster is..i dont have access to computer from thursday at 7pm till sat am at nine and only here from 9-12pm and then nothing again till monday at 3pm..so i have alot of catching to do on sat. am and hard to catch up if you cant even get in the fucking race.for some reason i woke up in a "dont fuck with me, i keep a count on the bodies" mood..actually went to sleep at a semi-normal time last night 12:30am instead of 5-7am..and woke up at nine..so that's what it feels like to get normal amt of sleep..i become a crazy person...huh huh..
now lets see if i can get on others sites so i can leave my pitty comments...

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFUCKIT...

SEEMS LIKE THE ONLY THING I CAN DO IS POST..I TRIED TO GET ON SOONERS SITE AND AFTE 10 MINUTES I DID, BUT GAVE UP TRYING TO READ HIS COMMENTS AND LEAVE ONE..SO AS BAD AS I HATE TO ..IM GOING HOME..IF I CONTINUE TO KEEP TRYING TO READ PEOPLES BLOGS AND COMMENT I WILL GO FUCKING REDNECK AND STOMP ON SOMEONE'S TESTICLES...AND THE WAY I FEEL RIGHT NOW..DOESNT MATTER IF ITS NEIL OR BOB'S..WHAT IS THEIR NAME..SO ANYHOW FOLKS...IM GOING HOME AND FINISH RAKING MY YARD..DOESNT LOOK LIKE THERE IS GOING TO BE ANY PECANS THIS YEAR..AT LEAST FROM MY TREES..FUCK...SOMETHING ELSE TO PISS ME OFF..I USUALLY MAKE 15-20 OR MORE PECAN PIES FROM THANKSGIVING TO CHRISTMAS..NOT THIS YEAR...WILL SEE YOU MONDAY AT 3PM AND WILL READ ALL YOUR POSTS THEN..SORRY...LOVE AND KISSES JACKISUE


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