.......MUTANTS FOR NUCLEAR POWER.......

This is going to be one of those rambling posts...found some stuff in the paper that amused and one that pissed me off...where shall I start???? Lets get the bad one out of the way...Crazy Ray Jones the unofficial mascot for the Dallas Cowboys passed away Sunday and that's sad...he had been right there on the front lines cheering the Cowboys along since the early 60's..He started out selling seat cushions and he would goof around and made people laugh..finally they asked him to just concentrate on intertaining the crowds..and he did ..His health started failing in the late 80's..but he continued to show up and root for 'da boys'.....I will really miss seeing him in his cowboy getup and mock fighting with the Eagles and Redskins mascots...Good bye Crazy Ray....rest in peace..

The article that pissed me off is the one about Ramy Brooks...He's a professional dog sled racer...races in the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race all the time..He's 38 years old and been doing this for a long time..I don't know what posessed him, but he was disqualified from the race because he hit each and every one of his 10 dogs last Tuesday with a trail-marking lathe, similar to a surveyor's stake, after two of his dogs refused to get up and continue running on an ice field. One of the dogs died the next day. Brooks finished the race and came in at 15th....

This is where it gets pissy for me...not only did he end up killing one of his dogs...they let him continue with the race but THEN they disqualified him....Judas fucking priest...they should have charged him with cruelty to animals, and banned him from ever racing the Iditarod again...He should have been arrested right on the spot..What kind of weasel does that to his dogs..? I hope they attack him and rip him a new asshole...

Surprise, surprise ....Carol Lam one of the eight U.S. attorneys fired was fired because she spearheaded the case against Randy "Duke" Cuningham, the former Republican congressman from Southern California who pleaded guilty to bribery and income-tax invasion.

Oh them sonsabitches...if Bush doesn't fire that Al Gonzales I hope the Senate drag his ass through the courts and put his ass in jail...fuckers..

this one is one of my favorites...

JUSTICES TO HEAR STUDENT'S FREE SPEECH SUIT.

High schooler's 'Bong Hits 4 Jesus' banned got him suspended...

The most important student free speech conflict to reach the Supreme Court since the height of the Viet-nam War hinges on a vaguely ofensive, mostly nonsensical message of protest.

BONG HITS 4 JESUS..

That's the slogan that Joseph Frederick, a defiant high school student, fashioned with a 14-foot piece of paper and a $3 roll of duct tape. His goal was party to get on TV as the Olympic torch passed through his town of Junear, Alaska, and mostly to get under the skin of his principal, Deborah Morse, with whom he had a running fued.

It worked-at least, the irritating-the -principal part. Mrs. Morse confiscated the banner and suspended him for 10 days.

In the 5 years since, a student-principal conflict has become a classic American battle spawning lawsuits and conflicting court rulings.

Now, a wide range of interested parties has assembled for what they see as an epic Supreme Court battle, which will be heard today.

The American Civil Liberties Union is on Mr. Frederick's side, joined by a diverse coalition of civil rights, constitutional law and religious organizations.

Kenneth Starr, the former special prosecutor of President Bill Clinton, has volunteered his time to the Juneau school district.(he hasn't had a job since the Clinton bashing episode)

Morse vs Frederick asks the justices to weigh the court's famous 1969 ruling that students "do not shed their constitutional rights to freedom of speech or expression at the schoolhouse gate" with more recent decisions ackowledging a school system's ability to enact rules that maintain order and protect other students from messages deemed harmful.

A district court judge relied on the Supreme Court's more recent decisions to dismiss Mr. Frederick's suit against Ms. Morse and the school board. But the U.S. Court of Appeals for the 9th Circuit said that the 1969 decision was the most important and that government officials cannot punish speech with which they disagree.

Mr. Frederick says he has learned much about the legal system. He sued the Juneau police over alleded harassment after the banner incident and received a settlement from the city. As fate would have it, his father, Frank, worked for the company that insured the Juneau school district; he sued after he claimed he was demoted and then fired for not pressuring his son to drop his lawsuit. Frank Frederick received a nearly $200,000 settlement...

all this because a kid wanted to be on tv and piss off his principal at the same time...What a country...

.......CHIMP HAVEN.......

A place of their own..In Keithville, La. is a 200-acre sanctuary that houses over 90 former research animals ..Most of them were born in captivity but this haven offers them their first chance to experience the wild side of life...

Chimp Haven opened in April 2005, and is designed so that the animals can move freely between indoor residences and outdoor areas. The facility isn't an attraction or a zoo, although it opens occasionally to visitors.

Most entertainment-industry chimps are juveniles. After age 6, these apes become increasinly unmanageable, growing to the weight of an adult human and developoing 7-10 times our strength. In captivity they often live to age 50. The chimp who played Cheeta is now in her 70's and living in California.

The chimps all have been fixed so that they can't breed..Which doesn't explain the 'miraculous birth of Terry by "Mother Teresa"...They had to do DNA tests on all the males to find out 'who's yo daddy'..If you would like more information about Chimp Haven or wish to donate to them(the Goddess would be most pleased)...they are at www.chimphaven.org..

So that's the news of the day...In Yellowdog Land, I am going to go to Dr. E. and get me some cholestrol medicine...then go to the library and print out some horoscopes I did for my friend C. in New York who has a new baby boy ...It's gray and cloudy here in West, Texas....and this weekend we will have BBQ cook off..hot dang..boy howdy...!..Margaret and I had our walk today...she cracks me up...when I say something a little outthere for her she drops her head, giggles and says "giiirl'.......ahhhh, makes my day....

.......THE GODDESS SAYS:

Nothing is as bad as it is painted except:politicians, hangovers, marriage and cancer..

Blessings on your hearts and homes my children..Are you ready for the Goddess's version of the truth?...Here are your answers....as you wish...

Scottish Toodler wants to know why I make the stuff she likes to eat not as pleasant as the things she has to eat...Ahh, I hate to admit this, but this is the work of Loki...he enjoys playing tricks on you humans and it's his doings that brocolli doesn't taste like chocolate..I would feel sorry for you...but then I think of all the starving children in your world...and think you must just eat your veggies and be grateful...I told that to the Yellowdog when she complained that she couldn't eat red meat any more...of course she told me to fuck off...but later on, I think she realized there were people in the world that had NO meat to eat and would be more than happy to settle for chicken and fish and to have to forego meat..Don't think about what you can't have...think about what you do have..and bless the Goddess for it..

I am sure that Sling stays up all night long thinking of these questions...where does the light go..in a room full of mirrors when he turns off the switch...Snort*chuckle....Sling....just what are you doing in a room full of mirrors anyhow?....Are you preening?......It goes no where Sling...it just stops shinning...

Cyberoutlaw, wants to know who I would rather have for a neighbor...Carl Rowe, O.J. Simpson, or Bill O'Reiley?......First of all....there is no room in my neighborhood for assholes and murderer's....To get to be my neighbor, you have to die in battle..and the chances of one of those three dying in battle are slim and none...They will join my siser Goddess in Hel....and she can't wait...

Cheesemeister:The Yellowdog is the one that can't eat red meat or drink Dr. Pepper...I on the other hand, can do as I please...I just don't do it in front of her...she has a nasty temper...As for your anxiety....I suggest yoga...it helps with stress....but I also think you should speak up more...holding in all that stress is going to make your head explode...say your piece...if that doesn't work...then go to ass kicking..

Nitwit, you may have only been number 5 on this list..but you will always be number one in my heart..

Kath:If you want your son's paper work to be speeded up..you must continue to make lots and lots of phone calls...The barking dog gets fed first....

Apos: Nancy is at work right now at the hospital...she was on her lunch break when I glanced in on her...She is pissed at her step-children and in a fit of anger, deleted her blog...I think I might be able to get her to start a new one and hide it from those ungrateful brats...The Yellowdog has her email address if you would like to get in touch with her...The Yellowdog plans on sending all of your blog address's to her so she can come visit..as she lost them all when she deleted her blog...

Tina: Virginia is beautiful..The Yellowdog worked in Manassas and liked it very much...

Tex doesn't under stand why his time at home passes so fast when his work hours pass so slowly....That's easy .......find a job you love as much as you do your play time...

The Goddess's work is done..remember...be kind, be steady, be a better person today than you were yesterday.. Always know...the Goddess loves you...

..............THE BEAR..............

"He's an old blind bear....alone in the winter woods...with only the smell of his breath for comfort.To mean to die, to lost to care.But show some caution....he's still the bear."

I If you read the Goddess's post you have found out my secret..I have high cholesterol and high triwhateverthefuck the other thing is...244 and 203..Cholestrerol is supposed to be lower than 200 and the other one is suposed to be 150...I am truly fucked...I am so pissed..plus my diabetes dosage is going to be upped from 2mg/500 to 4mg/500...I'm as onery as a alligator with a jalopena stuck up his ass..
but the good news is I have lost a total of 34 lbs...but still fat.. I am going to start walking after dinner...twice afuckingday....kiss my rosy red neck ass..I don't know whether to sing "God Bless America" or go take a shit.

I need some good news.....I have decided to only post good things from my DAMN news today...Good news in the DAM News? yabetchaass, and here it is:

House reverses Bush's sealed recordsorder... haahamotherfuckinghaha..They also voted to make Presidents donors to the library..yehaw.that cracks me up.....lets see who else wants to donate to the Dumb Ass's Library fund.....remember I said along time ago that he would get his and the Goddess would be responsible? what goes around comes around and bites you in the ass..it's starting...the shit is starting to slide down hill...as any good plumber knows..you get paid on Friday and shit runs down hill...I see a lot of shit not only running down hill...but hitting the fan....the Goddess rules..and speaking of rules..these are the
Sunshine Laws:
Require disclosure of donations to presidential libraries of $200 or more..
Make it harder for former presidents to withold presidential records.
Strengthen federal open-records law, reversing an administration directive by restoring the presumption that agencies should release records when allowed by law and when an agency cannot reasonbly foresee that disclosure would cause harm.
Strengthen whistle-blower protection for government workers, private contractors adn scientists...
Ahh, more good news... The Kinster is in Dallas to raise money for his first love, abandoned aminals.
"I always loved stray dogs better than fat cats," says Kinky, co founder of the Utopia Animal Rescue Ranch at his home in Medina, Texas, the foremost animal rescue center in the Texas Hill Country.
On March 24, Kinky and some of his musician pals will perform a Utopia "bonefit" at Poor David's Pub. The show will feature Kinky's ubiquitous Sancho Panza, Jeff "Little Jewford"Shelby, as well as Washington Ratso and Austin fiddler "Sweet" Mary Hattersley..
Similar to a plot hatched by Krammer on Seeinfeld, Kinky is selling Kinky Cigars, "handmade by Cubans in Honduras."..The smokes will be sold at the benefit for $100 per box of 25, with all proceeds going to Utopia...Written by Alan Peppard of the DAM News staff...The Goddess would be most pleased if you donated money to the Utopia Ranch..you can go to KinkyFriedman.com and get the information on his website..I think the Utopia Ranch has it's own website..I have send $5 here $10 there over the years..what I could afford...those animals live good, but they need all the help they can get..

This is one of those bad news good news ...news..
Chris Gavora, a Grapevine High School baseball player was hit in the head by a line drive and it killed him...he was 15 I think... His parents donated his kindneys, pancreas, his liver, lungs and his heart..Three weeks before his death, Chris had told him parents he wanted to be an organ donor..Be a donor...

Valerie Plame will testify before Congress...kick some ass Val...kick some ass...

This is unfucking believeable...
CIVIL UNION LAW CELEBRATED IN MEXICO CITY..
The Mexico City law, the first of its kind to be passed in Mexico, has already inspired a similar one in Coahula.The northern border state's law took effect first, in January...Both laws allow the couples some of the rights of marriage, such as inheritance and hospital visits, but not adoption or joint custody of children. They also allow couples to take advantage of anti-discrimination laws that protect them in the workplace and when seeking housing..
VIVA MEXICO....
The next two bits of good news are from the comic's section in my DAM News...I don't know if you get or read :FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE..
It is one of my favorites...it covers soo many great subjects..and people die in this cartoon...they grow up, age and die...like life..ok..here goes some explaining so you will get it...the young daughter of the core family is friends with a girl who is as she says'retarded'....so she says to her:"April, when ..people call me 're-tarded,' does that mean..that...I'm stupid?...April: 'No!Not at all.'...Have you ever checked teh signs at the airport?(this is a Canadian strip)When an airplane is gonna be late arriving the signs in French all say 'en retard.'.....
en retard means it's on its way, but it's not there yet...The little girl:So..what..they're saying ..is...I'm .on my way, but I'm not there yet? April: exactly..
April: know what's funny? Little girl: what?...April: the people who call you retarded will probably never get there at all.

and my last cartoon but best....HEART OF THE CITY about a little girl who lives with her divorced mother...the first cartoon is of Heart and her mother taking a walk in the city...then in a movie theater , then at a book store checking out books...then last square is of Heart and her mother eating icecream ...heart says:
think we'll get in trouble for skipping school and work, mom?......Mom: what's the point of life if your afraid of getting caught living it..?
so that's my advice for the day....don't be afraid to get caught living your life...at at it's fullest....
244/203.............FUCK!...evidence of my living my life and getting caught...

AT YOUR OWN RISK......ASK THE GODDESS

The Goddess is here to answer all your questions..but brace your self..The Goddess is in a pissy mood...I have had to listen to the Yellowdog moan and carry on about some blood test she took...and the results have set her off on a torrent of wailing and boohooing like some 3 year old....She said she'll never be able to eat red meat again...something about her numbers being 244 and 203...She has set a world record for using that fuck word you humans are so fond of saying...and I quote"First they took away my fucking Dr.Pepper, then my motherfucking ice cream, then pasta and potatoes...now the fuckers are going to take away my red meat..no more fucking red meat..fuck they might as well, just fucking shoot me."...and on and on and on...she just won't give it a rest...I may have to bip her ...

After listening to her all day long, I'm not in the best of moods, so remember that when you ask your questions...Goddess bless you all....

HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY TO YA'LL...

This is going to be more than a Happy Saint Pat's day posting..it is also going to be full of good Auld Irish Curses...or May you be afflicted with the itch and have no nails to scratch with...

Most everyone knows about the Irish blessings:May the wind always be at your back, and may you be in heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you're dead.

But the Irish are also known for their curses...The curse is as Irish as cable-knit sweaters, soda bread and Guinness Stout. I'm not talking about the small time curse that you might here on the interstate in noon-time traffic....Nay laddies and lassies...That sort of curse is what a lite beer is to a Guinness. A real Irish curse rolls of the tongue as easily as a 'top of the marning to ye'.'...an example: Six horse-loads of graveyard clay on top of you. Or: The anguished bankruptcy of the year to you. and :May your hens take the disorder, your cows the crippen and your calves the white scour. May yourself go stone-blind so that you will not know your wife from a haystack.

You don't even have to know what a crippen or white scour are to know you're in deep shit.

The word curse comes from the old Gaelic, cursachadh, meaning abuse.

This all started with the sharp-tongued Celts.Classical (Greek and Latin) authorities speak of the ancient Celts as verbally gifted and verbally aggressive.The Roman historian Tacitus mentions the shocking language-and behavior-Celtic women folk directed at invading Roman legions. Anyone attacking the Irish could expect volleys of invective as well as stones and arrows. Curses run all through Irish literature and folklore. Some cultures use totems and signs to put fear into the hearts of their enemies, but the Irish used words.The Irish so revered the power of language, that young men spent years in monastic seclusion preparing to become bards. Irish chieftains hired these bards to compose satirical poems full of invective directed at their enemies. They actually believed if they wrote that your nose was going to fall off, it would fall off...(George W. Bush...you're dick is going to fall off.)

The curse was thought to be mightier than the sword. Irish armies once employed officail cursers, usually a druid, or member of the ancient Celtic priestly class, who would stand in front of the battle line and chant curses and spells at the enemies..At the siege of Drom Damhghaire, where Mogh Ruith, greatest of Ireland's druids, not only advised the besieged army when and where to make its stand, but also "blew a magic breath, which became a black cloud." That could, surely a particularly vile and effective curse, floated toward the enemy and fell as a shower of blood. There is a Irish pub, The Irish Lion, where the management has printed the following on the menu, right above the Celtic stew, fish and chips, and Blarney puff balls(I'm not touching that one with a 6 foot pole or a 7 foot Czech):"May those who love us, love us, and those that don't love us, may God turn their hearts, and if He doesn't turn their hearts may he turn their ankles so we'll know them by their limping."..Trush the Irish to wrap a blessing around a curse.

Priests' and widows' curses were believed to be especially potent. The priest already had the supernatural on his side. The widow, in contrast, had no status, no husband, no wealth to protect her. The curse was her last recourse, and all the more powerful because of it.

The Irish classified curses into a number of catagories:The hereditary curse, intended to ruin a person adn his descendants for generations.

The 'reverting' curse bounces back from its intended target to afflick the curser.

The slua-mhallacht, or multiple curse, a series of curses strung together for maxium effect(very popular in cursing contests...hey, now there's an idea.)

The ceremonial group-curse, in which groups of people who have been wronged coordinate their curses against the malefactor.

The historic curse, directed toward the source of some old, but not forgotten, grievance.

"The curse of Cromwell on you," runs one famous Irish curse invoking the dreaded name of the Protestant Lord Protector of England whose troops savaged Catholic Ireland.

In County Cork, one could lay a curse on a whole house by backing throught the door while cleaning a boot.

While ancient curses typically were uttered in Gaelic, the Irish have composed and uttered some of the most eloquent curses in a language not of their own.

Some great curses:

A fox on your fishing hook.

The Devil swallow him sideways.

The anguished banruptcy of the year on you.

May the devil take him by the heels and shake him.

The death of kittens to you.

May she still be alive till eveyone's sick at the sight.

May the seven terriers of Hell sit on the spool of your breast and bark in at your soul-case.

May he melt away like the froth of the river fishes hate.

I high, windy gallows to him.

Whoever put me into impotent grief and took my white tom-cat from me, may the mice come in waves as his company and the rats from the kiln give him the pursuit.

To the troll Jim..."A curse of widows and orphans on you."......

EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE FORCES ME TO ADD

to the list of people, who can kiss my ass...The list is now epic length...

I had one of those 'oh fuck' days today....It started out innocently enough...Margaret needed a ride to the Dr.'s...said no problem would be glad to take her...I had the reception room in stitches retelling the story of our first walk...They especially liked the part where I said I knew she had the heart of a 12 year old girl, because I saw her eat it...I was so popular Mrs. Dr. said I need to come back and see the Dr. as my blood sugar is fluctuating to much..that'll teach me to keep my mouth shut..so after 2 1/2 hours at the Dr.'s we scurry back home and we both run to our apts and pee and get ready to go to the Senior Center for lunch..I had especially wanted to go today as they were going to have roasted chicken...I can eat roasted chicken...don't mind paying a buck fifty for roasted chicken...

They didn't have roasted chicken..it was still frozen...so we had turkey casserole...so I spent 20 minutes picking little squares of turkey out of a heaping pile of noodles..I can't eat noodles...but before we get to the eating part, we have to get to the entering the door part...The part where I am checked out, scanned, eyed, looked over and found:"new"...First of all there is some sort of pecking order that I am not familiar with...and that's not counting the seating arrangement..Someone didn't show so I was told it was ok to take her seat...but if she had been there, I would NOT have been allowed to sit in her place...guess who showed up after we were all settled in..yup...she was so miffed that she hollored from 20 feet away:"I see you didn't wait for me."...and went and sat at another table..where everyone gave me dirty looks for taking Wanda's seat...I sat up straight and stuck my tits out as far as I could...(take that you shriveled up old raisin...)I did a head count and there were about 40 people and other than the son of one of the ladies who is 'special'..I was the youngest one there.. think they felt I didn't belong..

So I'm sitting in Wanda's chair, looking around and fuck...there are old fuckers every where. I mean really old fuckers....At my table there was 75 year old Margaret, a lady named Annie who is 91(some one said she was 92 and she snapped at them and said 'no..I"m 91)...and the other lady is 86...I'm fucking 63...I'm an old fart too, but in a completely differnt bracket ..I'm sitting up so straight in the chair my tits are poking up in the air...why am I sitting up so straight...? Because out of those 40 people 30 of them were women and 28 of them were in walkers, or canes and all had humps like Igor..I'm thinking to myself..."What the fuck am I doing here and how fast can I get the fuck out of here?."

Now comes the really scary part...watching old people eat...

oh my Goddess!....No one spoke..once they commenced to set fork to food, it was nothing but the sound of utensils scraping the bottom of strofoam plates..I tried to make polite dinner conversation, and no one even lifted there head from their plate...Margaret kinda nodded, but basically it was chow time and by Goddess they were going to chow down...scrape scrape..slurp slurp...people without teeth, people with loose teeth and old people in general ..make food noises...and have you ever seen old people's hands...? Judas priest..they are like the witch's in Sleeping Beauty...long claws with even longer nails...what's the deal with the long nails...I would be afraid to scratch anything with those nails...pick your nose with one of those fingers and you could poke a hole in your brain..The entire time they ate, there wasn't a word spoken...Now I know what it feels like to be surrounded by zombies...

I'm sitting there thinking 'Oh fuck...oh fuck.....fuckity fuck fuck fuck'....shit..did I say that outloud...? Doesn't matter no one could hear me over the noise of eating and they're all deaf any how...I want you to know that was the longest hour of my life...but for a buck fifty it was a good lesson...I now know what I will be like in another 15 years..that is if I don't go screaming down the street and run in front of a semi...

fuckme till I have a hump on my back...

ANYONE WANT TO DONTATE MONEY TO THE BUSH LIBRARY?

Looks like the only one that is donating money to the George W. Bush Library is.................George W. Bush..
In an article found in my DAM News...it says:
BUSH DONATES $107,440 MORE TO OWN LIBRARY.
'98 governor's race funds push his total above $300,000...by Todd Gillman(Washington Bureau
Washington: Donations to President Bush's planned presidential library are t...r...i...ck...ling in---(my spacing) from George W. Bush himself.
He has cleaned out his 1998 gubernatorial campaign account and sent the last of it to the George W. Bush Library Foundation, a new state campaign filling shows. The $107,440.76 donation, dated DEc. 18, pushed the library's hope chest above $3000,000, all from Mr. Bush and donors from previous campaigns..
(so let me get this straight....................he's been planning the GWB Library since he took office, as that is what all presidents do...and so far they have raised just over $300,000 and it's all his money....Oh happy day...this is hysterical...how funny is that...)
Other donations thta might have come in remain secret.(Who the fuck wants anyone to know that they gave money for a library for a President ..who can't fucking read.)..There is no law requiring presidentail libraries to disclose funding sources, though some gifts do come to light because the donors themselves, in this case, the Governor Bush Committee-are subject to state or federal disclosure laws.
In October, Mr. Bush sent $194,904 left from his 2004 re-election effort. The Bush-Cheney committee reported the donation in early January to the Federal Election Commission.
A search Tuesday of federal records and those filed with the Texas Ethics Commission(what a joke THAT is) showed no other donations to the library...(no doh!)
The site selection committee led by longtime Bush friend Don Evans, has yet to start working to raise money, said spokesman Taylor Griffin. (Yeah, let me see the list they are going to work from...fired, oops, in jail, oops, fired, good job brownie, ooops in jail...)
Southern Methodist University has been the sole finalist for the library since December.(and Baylor University is still pissed..although I am happy as a fat lady with chocolate)
Philanthropy experts and officials at other presidential libraries say donors generally seek recognition. And libraries built by former presidents have voluntarily identified most,, but not all, donors.
"We're at an early stage in a multiyear process, and those decisions will come later," Mr. Griffin said. (yeah, some times between nunyafuckingbusiness and hell freezing over.)"The committee is really focused on the site selection right now and hasn't gotten to the fund-raising part of it."(which has to do with the fact that people are protesting at the site because Bush dosen't want anyone too see his papers...yeah, great library with no presidential papers...and for that matter..no fucking books...oh shit, this is just getting better and better.)
The House of Oversight and Government Reform Committee will hold a hearing this morning(last week) on the lack of mandatory disclosure of donations to presidential libraries..(Hmm...what a great name..the House of Oversight and Government Reform Committee...............where were they when ole George was nominated for President by the Supreme Court and lied his way into the second term?
...fuckity fuck fuck fuck....

Ahh, I love bipping on ole George..he's such a easy target...mabye I'm just in a good mood, because we got rain all night long and are expecting more...I love Texas when it rains...especially in the Spring..when there is always the promise of bluebonnets right around the corner..My little front yard is full of birds feeding from my feeders, and I'm so excited..I have a pair of cardinals...it's not my old pair of cadinals..but they are fat and red and beautiful....
I am still walking with Margaret..every day but Sunday...I don't get out of my BuBu that Shady Lane sent me all day on Sunday...BuBu's are a African dress...with the most beautiful pattern and colors...it comes with a scarf to make one of those lovely turban hats..but since I don't have the puffy afro the African women have..my scarf spends a lot of time on the back of my chair after it slides off my head(this one is sort of like the one I have except mine is dark black with yellow and green and orange.)...Lane gets them at her African Drum Dance classes she takes each week...She is getting better at her solo's and I can't wait to go visit her this summer and see her in action..remember Shady is like 1 1/2 years younger than me..she takes boxing lessons, does (or did) cardio-funk and gave up booze for Lent..so I don't suggest anyone fuck with my Shady lane..she told me in one email she had a lot of pent up anger(she's from New Jersey/New York)and is just itching to kick someone's ass...I have a feeling the next rich yuppy that cuts her off in traffic is going to get a serious bipping...which is actually where I got the term bipping..She showed me the difference between bipping, smacking, slugging, punching and belting ..using my kids when they were younger to do so...I cracked up...Dave, Thom and Mojo weren't all that thrilled with the demonstration..But we have all passed down the bipping ...All I have to do with Jenny and Jamie is say:"Come here."...and they both start laughing and say.."no bipping, no bipping.".
Yup...I'm in such a good mood....fuck me till I giggle..

.......SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.......

Due to assholes beyond my control, I have had to resort to moderator help with keeping my blog free from the Jim troll....I had to go through and delete all of his last comments as they were starting to piss me off and freak me out...he is a very distrubed person and I tried to not let him become a bother, but he was persistent and getting nuttier with each comment...fucker..so until he fades back under the rock where he slithered, I will have to use the thingy to check each comment...fuckity fuck fuck fuck..I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that I have managed to get one of them fuckers...Bush lovers are a weird and creepy breed and you can only get rid of them by direct day light or smashing them under your feet..
Sorry folks...but I keep up with my email pretty good so will be able to read each one and then let it be posted...I'm sure he will go away soon..he will seek other people to fuck with since he can't do it here...

On a good note...we are getting rain in Texas...that's a good thing it means bluebonnets are just around the corner..I'm listening to pbs and Jerry (the killer) Lee Lewis is on ....how cool is that...he's older than the back of the Goddess's head and still rocks ....He is every thing rock and roll is supposed to be...gun toting, cousin marrying, pill popping, booze swilling redneck..great balls of fire....

THE ANSWERS TO THE QUESTIONS ARE::::::::

Blessings on you my children...I am visiting the yellowdog and enjoying the fine state of Texas's glorious weather...in the 80's...But I will have to bring some rain, yellowdog is jonesing for some bluebonnets..Now..to your questions..
Buddha Girl wants to know if she will get in some fun-trouble on her next weeks inservice. BG I don't know what inservice is, but I do know my Bad Bad Bad Buddha Girl and I'm pretty sure you will find some way to indulge your trouble making side...I don't see a bail bondsman or your being held by the boys in blue..so enjoy...
Scotish Toodler wants to know the one thing that everyone could do to make this a better place..ST..you humans are already standing on the slipperly slope of total distruction and I'm not sure there is much that can be done to correct your mistakes..You humans are selfish. I could think of a hundred different words to discribe you..but selfish is the best one..You don't care about the world you live in or the earth you live on...You have held hands in only one thing and that is to destroy the world around you...But don't give up hope..there is a slim chance that if you each individually treated the world better and the people around you with respect and love....you might make it another 50 years...maybe...
Ms Plane has to much class to sue Libby...but her husband will want revenge of some sort...I think they should wait for the ole' what goes around comes around' to bite them in the ass...cosmic justic is better for your aura than revenge...let me handle them..I play for keeps..
Lauren needs a tactful way to tell a good friend they have dragon breath...Coming to me for tact is pretty funny Lauren...The first thing that comes to my mind is going to him and saying "oh, man.. dragon shit for breakfast..that must suck."..Since you really do need tact..I would say each morning hand them a breath mint...and if they say no thanks..say...'no really, you need this.'...that's as tactful as I can get..
Cheesemeister...ick!..The thought of old folks in thong diapers sent the Goddess to the royal Vomitorium...thanks for THAT visual..
Ruby, Rubyduubie....wants to know if Kim jong il will ever get recognized as the sexiest man of the world...
Holy Odin...yes, he will when he arrives in Hel, which is ruled by the Goddess Hel.)the daughter of Loki)..it's cold cold cold in Hel...not like you humans think...if it was supposed to be hot we would just send you to Texas when you die..But when Kim jong il dies(and a death that is soon to be coming)..he will be recognized as the sex symbol he is...he will be in company with the funny guy Hitler, and the father figure Saddam..Hel has all sorts of ways to make the afterlife interesting ..trust me...everyone gets 'theirs'...
Cyberoutlaw wants to know if the Goddess would have sex with Bush if it meant he would resign...Goddess doesn't like to be crude...but she wouldn't fuck George Bush with someone else's pussy...let them democrats get him to resign...ick, spit, hack..
Jim...the Goddess isn't quite sure what to do with you..as you are on of the most misbegotten human she has encountered...but to answer all of your questions.
1. You have to be forgivable to be forgiven...you fail..
2. You have to be loveable to be loved...you fail..
3. no
4.Teenagers make better sense than you do Jim, grow the fuck up..take responsiblities for your mistakes..you are not a grownup...or an adult..you are a spoilt spitefull little man....

Apos: not in the way he would like....but the Goddess does not lie..does not hold back...and for the record..
a spade to the Goddess is not a spade....it's a fucking shovel...
Go with the Goddess, my children..be kind, be good, love your enemies, even Jim...

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO OUR WORLD??

I have been reading one head line after another and it's like a Stephen King/Dean Koontz horror story...listen up folks...we are a pussy hair away from imploding....Here's some examples..In Dallas, they have a Youth Correction Home that has been in the head lines for about a week. The guards and the people in charge have been sexually assaulting these kids for years, and people that were supposed to be in charge of the people in charge..knew about it and looked the other way...fuckity fuck fuck fuck..
Murder rate increase seen in dozens of cities..The murder rate has jumped by more than 10 percent among dozens of large U.S. cities since 2004, a study shows in the latest sign of the end of a national lull in violent crime.Dallas bucked the homicaide trend with a 24 percent decrease.(Thank the Goddess).Robberies also spiked nationally, as did felony assaults and attacks with guns, according to the report. fuckity fuck fuck fuck...
Man kills dancer, self at topless club in Fort Worth. Double fuck...
Boy 5, wanders from a day care, is hit by truck...The school never called the police until the mother showed up and asked them too...fuckity fuck fuck fuck..
They are killing people by the 100's in Iraq and at least 2-3 a day of our soldiers...Fuck Bush, Fuck Cheney, Fuck em all....
A teenager shot his former girlfriend four times outside her highschool and them killed himself in Midland, Michigan..She is in fair condition...How did this 17 year old get his hands on a gun?....oh yeah, NRA says it's our right to bear arms...fuck them too..
Life in India is so bad for the women that the sex workers are wanting to go legit..Nearly 50,000 sex workers from across India ended a weeklong meeting last Friday with the demand that they be allowed to work legally. Kanti Ganguly, a government minister, said there were no plans to legalize prostitution. But sex workers spokesman Smrajit Jana said, "We believe the policymakers are going to accept sex workers as entertainment workers today or tomorrow."...just how fucking sad is that...I have nothing against prostitutes..but if they had a decent job that would allot them to live a healthy life, they wouldn't have to resort to fucking fat guys to feed their families..fuckity fuck fuck fuck...
In Bridgeport, Conn police said a man repeatedly stabbed his teenage wife, then gave the knife to his toddler son and told him:"Now you stab Mommy."..Fermin Rodriguez,21, aattacked his wife Sunday night after accusing her of cheating on him. The boy didn't stab his mother...
In Erie, Pa, a woman pleaded guilty to swinging her 4-week-old son, like a bat to hit her boyfriend during a fight, fracturing the infant's skull in the process.Chytoria Graham, 27, pleaded guilty to aggravated assault and endangering the welfare of a child under a plea agreement with prosecutors...Well, fuckme sideways...they should charge her with attempted murder the sleezy bitch...fuckfuckfuck...fuckity...
Then ...then...fuck this makes me insane..then some raving asshole from Bedford, Ind, crashes his airplane into his ex-mother-in-law's house with his 8 year old daughter in the plane with him...Told his wife:"I've got her, and you're not going to get her."....the last thing the mother heard from her daughter was her crying:"Mommy, come get me, come get me."....there is a special place in hell for this sonofabitch...there has to be...What kind of monster would do this?....argh!


Well, I don't want to completely bum you out..so I will close with some good news..especially for Sooner and Tex....

HEY FRIDGE, CAN YOU TOSS ME A COLD BEER?
Raleigh, N. Carolina...When John Cornwell graduated from Duke University last May, he landed a job as software engineer in Atlanta but soon found himself longing for his college lifestyle...(sound familiar you two?)
So he built a contraption to help remind him of campus life:a refrigerator that can toss him a beer.
"I conceived it right after I got out," he said."I missed the college scene. It embodies the college spirit that I didn't want to let go of."(that and the fact he's probably an ole booze hound)
It took him about 150 hours and $400 in parts to modify a mini-fridge common to many college dorm rooms into the beer-tossing machine, which can launch 10 cans of beer before needing a reload.(Figure by then you would have to get up and take a piss and can use that time to reload.....if you will pardon the pun.)
With a click of a remote control fashioned from a car's keyless entry device, a small elevator inside the fridge lifts a can through a hole and loads it into a catapult arm. A second click fires the device, tossing the beer up to 20 feet--"far enought to get to the couch."(beware ...flying beer...'INCOMING'..)
During the development stage, Mr. Cromwell said he dented a few walls and came close to accidentally throwing a can through his television. He's since fine-tuned it.
Is there foam explosion when the can is opened? Not if the recipitent uses "soft hands" to cradle it when caught, Mr. Cornwell said.
A video featuring the device is a site on the Internet, where more than 6000,000 people have watched it at metacafe.com, earning Mr. Cornwell more than (well fuck...I tore this out of the paper and that part is gone, fuck..sorry..anyhow you can check it out for yourself.)
Mr. Cornwell, 22, said he has talked to a brewing company about the machine, but right now only one exists. Asked if he might start building some for sale, he said:"I'm keeping that option open, depending on interest."
Robert Kielb, who teaches mechanical engineering at Duke, recalled when Mr. Cornwell,participated in robic basketball contests, in which students tried to build a robot that could retrieve a pingpong ball and toss it into a small hoop.
"He always did well in it," Dr.Keilb said. "He came up with completely unique ideas."..

I am picturing Sooner and Tex pooling their money so they can invest in this guy and his little beer tossing baby.....Maybe life doesn't suck after all....

.......ASK THE GODDESS.......

Greetings humans, the Goddess awaits....What question do you have for me this week? Do you want to know if you will win the lottery, find true happiness, get a better job, or meet the perfect someone..? fuckifIknow!But I will do my best to help you find your way along life's winding path...My answers may not please you, but your questions amuse me...as do you all, you silly silly human beings...Goddess blessings on you my children...

NANA NANA BOO BOO..................

Stick your head in doo doo...I won an award ...how cool is that..? It's called the Thinking Blogger Award.It is given to blogs that make you think...as in hmmmmm what the fuck?...Well, maybe not exactly like that..but that's my story and I'm sticking to it...
This award was bestowed on me by Sue From Sue Darroch and Mathew Didier's Paranormal Blog. Now I have to turn around and nominate 5 blogs for the same award...but first..the rules...yasta have rules..
1. If, and only if,you get nominated, write a post with links to the 5 blogs that make you think...
2. Link to this post so that people can find the exact orgin of the meme.(I still don't know what a fucking meme is.)
3.Proudly display the 'Thinking Blogger Award" with a link to the post that you wrote, here is a silver version and a gold version.
Ok, now this was the hard part..picking 5 and only 5 out of my most excellent blog roll...you are all wonderful in your own special way, but the award is for making me think, not necessarily laugh or even enjoy above all others.. Here goes:
1. Kevin my Brite Yeller Gun...Who continues to make me think about friends, family, love, and the fact that same sex marriages are a wonderful thing for some very lucky kids..
2. Babs...yeah, my great friend Babs, who makes me understand the pain and weirdness of mental health..She suffers but still manages to make me laugh while doing so..she rocks my world..
3. Nit Wit, who sends me to the library to check out books he has recommended, and speaks from the heart about so many things..I have professed more than once that I love him, but for some reason he continues to stay put in Ohio and not run to Texas to be by my side..sigh*
4. Ruby Rocks, the proud loving father of a slightly disturbed Pittybull dog..He is another one that sends me chasing after books that he has read and if he read them..by Goddess so should I..
5. Sooner...what can I say about my udder son Sooner. He is warped, twisted, slightly crazy and an Okie...what more could you ask for..
Ok...they said only 5..but I'm sorry I have one more..
6. Apos...who wows me from Australia..soon to be an American citizen, only to discover that George W. Bush's administration has put a stop on the importing of vegamite..
So there they are 6 of the finest bloggers in the whole fucking world..It's still my story and I'm still sticking to it...
fuckme till I think...actually I don't like to think...It gives me a headache...

.......IT ALL STARTED WITH A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.......

Last Wednesday I got up early as the management had arranged for our apartments to be sprayed for piss ants...For those of you who don't know what piss ants are...good for you, cause they are some pain in the ass little fuckers...Tiny wee fuckers and love to swarm over opened cans of cat food and assorted other treats..So I'm up and there's a knock at the door...think aha...the bug people...nope..it's the lady next door Claudette..She says:"You want to go to Caritas?"...I'm thinking ok(Caritas is a used store that is like Salvation Army) I have nothing to do but hang around and watch them kill bugs...so I kiss the cat, grab my purse and I'm off...We're going to go in her car...some where in the back of my pea brain is a little voice saying:"Hey stupid, isn't she the one that wrecked 2 cars?".....My other little voice is saying:"Shaddap...we're only going to Caritas here in West...how dangerous can it be?"....We get into her car and she starts it and it dies, she starts it and it dies, she starts it and it ...well, you get the picture..finally she starts it, guns the engine so loud and long people were coming out on their porch to see what the fuck was going on...I am still thinking...we're only going 2 miles..we're only going 2 miles...
She immediately starts a process of driving which consists of a lot of jerking the wheel and sudden bursts of speed followed by slamming on the brakes...my mantra is now 2miles up..2 miles back...She drives to the Czech stop and fills up the gas tank...hmmm....we're only going 4 miles round trip..right?...Then she whips the car in the frontage road lane and heads for I-35...........oh fuck!....I say:"UH....I thought we were going to Caritas." she whips the wheel back pulling us out of the path of a semi.."Oh, we're going to the one on 5th and Mary...in Waco...(after much wheel jerking, speeds up to 80 miles an hour, most of which was done in the on coming lane, she remembers that it is 15th and Mary and we are fucking lost.)I finally get us to the right place as I used to deliver Jones-Blair Paint down in that area..On the ride to Waco (where I have both my feet mashed on the floor board and a double hand death grip on the seat belt)..she tells me that Caritas has a store where if you are illegible you can get food, clothes, house wear, etc. for free..I'm thinking they better be giving me porter house and a fine fucking Bordeaux for this trip from hell...We get there at 9:30am......we got out of there at 4fuckingpm...I got a frozen chicken, canned vegetables, soups, shampoos, soap, toilet paper, beans rice, noodles, peanut butter, jelly, a huge sack full of home made bread, butter, 6 ears of corn on the cob, a plastic bag the size of a suitcase full of smashed frozen onions, a canned boned chicken, and a package of kotex. 7 and one half fucking hours in a room with 80 people( I was 66)...and each one of those people had 3 kids hanging on to them and screaming at the top of their lungs...When will parents learn that standing across the room screaming "if you don't stop that I'm going to slap the shit out of you"...to your kid will not actually make them ...'Stop that'...I was torn between actually smacking the kid and smacking the parent..Well, I know that this is a great program for families with kids and I am glad that they have it, but in the parking lot were beamers, suv's, Lexus's, and shinny new trucks...also several people were selling their groceries for cash...I will fight Annie tooth and nail for her cans of Friskies before I go back there...fuck me till I say "next".....
The only good thing about the entire day was we were both hungry when we got out of there and we went to Sonic and I got a corn dog, small ff, and small Dr.Pepper...It may have been the best thing I have ever eaten in my entire fucking life...When I opened up my little sack with my corn dog and saw there was no mustard...I snapped...I jacked that window down, stuck my head out and roared:"Hey, lady...I didn't get any mustard with my corn dog."....Three car-hops were right there with my mustard... I spread it on the little paper envelope it came it and ate the whole thing, paper, corn dog stick and all...I licked the paper bag it came in..I saved the ff for when I got home...but I stuck my nose in the little carton it came in and alternated between smelling the ff's and sucking on the cubes of ice to get all of the flavor of Dr.Pepper that I could..Which kept me from freaking out that Claudette drove in the wrong lane almost all the way home..

Tuesday when I had worked at the library for Henrietta I got out at 7pm and didn't feel like cooking dinner, so thought I would go to the old bar where I used to hang out as it is not a bar and they make BBQ and is supposed to be terrific...So I pulled into the parking lot and went through some major flash backs..this being the place where I spent a good percentage of my time sucking down beers and making my own drinks with my BYOB of Rum, Whiskey, Vodka and the occasional bottle of Tequila....I remember waking up in my little blue jeep and was confused..got out of the jeep and went inside and asked Jerry the owner:"How long as it been since I was here last(we would bar hop all over town)? and she said about 2 hours...why? I said:"Cause I woke up in the jeep from where I had passed out and didn't know if I was coming....or going.."
So you can see I wasn't thrilled about being there, but most food places were closed and that BBQ smelled so good..In I go...and I wasn't 3 feet inside the door and people were yelling and screaming and laughing and OH MY God, HOLY Shit and I DON'T BELIEVE IT... fuck..I thought it would be a new crowd..but it was the same old bunch of drunks...Patsy who works at the Community Grocery was there with another old drinking buddy girlfriend..So I had a Dr. Pepper and a bbq sandwich and let them talk me into coming back this past Friday for ladies night...Only on the condition that I don't have to be a lady I says....which really made them laugh..
Saturday at 7pm I made my grand entrance...to the X-CAPITAL, X-STRICKY COUNTRY, -THE DEPOT AND Currently now:JACK AND DIANE'S BBQ..Wearing my old Stricky Country T-Shirt ...the said t-shirt being 20plus years old, I wasn't going for style...It was pretty much like I had stepped into a time warp....Dingy Debbie was there, JD was there(he was 10 the last time I saw him), Patsy, Gary the Budweiser Driver, Santiago the pool player, Pat the painter, brother of old friend, and many many more..Mostly new faces as I think the rest croaked..David is gone, Tennis Shoe is gone, Agnes is gone, Tommy is gone, Red is gone, lot of them gone...But the only two that are still here and not drinking ..are me and Santiago...I don't want to say that I didn't have a good time...but ..........I didn't have a good time...I played pool and considering that I haven't played serious pool in 15 years..I did ok...I racked more than I broke, but I didn't embarrass myself...but by 11:30 I was more than ready to go home...the smoke was killing me, the inane drunk conversations were boring me to fucking tears...Plus Gary kept trying to get me into the back of the Bud truck..I finally told him, Gary, if I wouldn't fuck you when I was drinking..what makes you think I will fuck you if I'm sober??? He just grinned that hey I'm drunk and ain't I cute grin that men think will get them out of a head slap..It didn't bother me hanging around them while they drank and I was not..what bothered me is that at one time I thought this was the best time ever...or not so much that it was a good time as it was what I did and what I knew...The only good part of the night was 2 different people wanted to know what I was doing in the retirement apts as I am not old enough...I said I'm 63..I'm more than old enough..both though I was in late 40's or early 50's...a sure sign that they need to cut back on the beer...I also had some kid (19-20) ask me if I wanted some dip..and I said "NO thanks, I just had a bar of soap."....he looked at me and said, "what does that mean?" and I said"it means I have already had something nasty in my mouth so I don't need any dip."...he thought that was hysterical and went around and was telling everyone what I said.. At least that Jackie story didn't have me drunk and saying fuck a lot..


So that was my adventure for the week...that's not even counting the attack of Annie against a black bird and it got lose in the house and I had bird, bird feathers and a wild pussy racing through the house...oh...and I won some kind of thinking blog award..me and cyberoutlaw and 3 other blogs...how cool is that...I will post about it Monday or Tuesday...Cause I'm kinda proud of it...
Fuckme till I dip...

.......AND THE ANSWER IS:

Welcome my children of planet earth...I have spent these past two days mulling over your questions in hopes that I will not fail you and give you the answers you seek...But if I do fall short and don't deliver as you expected....fuck thee.....It's not like you're paying to get this information...

I will start right out with my good friend Nit Wit....He wonders if he will get something special for being first...Yes, you will...Sometime during the upcoming week, something terrific is going to happen in your life and when it does..you'll know it was my work....wait and see...

Junebugg: I have studied your charts and you have a very very interesting year coming up....Lots of anxiety over the romance in your life...I think you could go along as things are right now but at some point you are going to have to make a decision, one that will make you take a choice between letting things go as they have been..or taking a giant step and going for change..It means you will have to do something for you, no matter what the consequences to others...You may have to be selfish...There are lots and lots of ups and downs this coming year...but you will come out on top as you are a survivor and nothing will get you down for long...You will find your true soul mate where you least expect it...other than that? Stay away from fatty foods..

Ruby wants to know if Barry Bonds knowing took steroids and should there be an asterisk next to his name in the record books..
This one is so easy........Of course he knew...you think that he could be taking multi-vitamin's, get bulked up that big and think 'Damn, those vitamins really do work?'..puleeeese..You humans are so gullible, to believe that crock of honey and there should not only be an asterisk next to his name there should be a star, a check mark, an X, and a WTF along with a frowny face...
(Goddess is laughing very hard...)
Jan, the Goddess thinks you are dangerously close to getting a cosmic bip...The Goddess's carpet matches her drapes...Goddess's have no need for Clairol...(but if she did have a need for such a thing, I'm sure the color would be 'strawberry blond)..
Cyberoutlaw wants to know if Bush and Cheney are Texans..don't get the Yellowdog all riled up...She's off kicking furniture and throwing things at the moving picture box because of something those two did...But she assures me that they are not Texans...the Bush thing(can't call them human as they have no humane qualities) was born in New Haven, Conn. and the Cheney thing was born in Lincoln, Nebraska...I personally think there is a great Texas expression that fits those creatures..'as human's they ain't fit to tote slop to pigs.'
Tex: Tell Bob:"arf, wolf, wolf, bark, snort, sniff, snarl, wolf wolf...bark."....What that means is:'if Daddy can't get any, you can't either.'
Cheesemeister: ah, the human system called banking...Goddess's have no need for banks...so I think you're better off keeping it under the floor in the stable where you keep your livestock...But if that doesn't work for you, I suggest that you take your money out of the large bank, find a nice small town bank like West Bank & Trust and let them take care of your money..The more customers a bank has the less personal they are ...They really don't care...really...they just don't care....
Old Broad: If the under world creature should get impeached, I not only think you should moon the world and post it on your blog, I will organize a world mooning...every person will be compelled to drop trow and present the moon....It could happen..
Carina: You already told us how great Cooper did...but I knew he would win. If he didn't win it would be because the fix was in with the judges...
Apos: Oh no! There will be no plane crashes for you on your 'coming to American' ride...you are precious cargo to the Goddess and the Yellowdog.. If you feel some sudden drops and a little shaking, it's the Goddess letting you know you are in safe hands..
Beany, you and I both know that Apos is not going to be changing her ways...so forget the Tim-Tam...that's a no brainer..
Josh...It is so sad what you humans do to each other...besides the wars, the starvation, the lack of caring for your fellow man, the way you obsess over these empty shells ...If you humans
led a better life and spent your time giving of your selves to each other, you wouldn't care what those poor pathetic humans did...
Basically the Goddess is telling earth people...'get a life and live it by doing good.'.
Allan, if it hurts when you pee...well, I think you've had unprotected sex with a skany 'ho and there's a good chance you're dick is going to drop off..

The Goddess is very concerned with the behavior of Jim....Jim seems to think that he can be mean, cruel, insensitive, and hurtful and not have to pay any consequences as he excuses his behavior by saying it's just his sense of humor...That won't work with the Goddess Jim...Hitler made his Generals laugh but it didn't excuse killing 6 million Jewish humans...There is no excuse for what you do Jim...and you will find out that continuing to do this will only bring pain and sadness to you...In time you will be a sad, lonely bitter old man..wondering why no one loves you....The Goddess may still love you then Jim, but you will be born again when you die as a woman who will be abused and beaten down her entire life, then you will see what hurt you have brought...

The Goddess..............has left the building...