Saturday, February 14, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
ASK FREYJA
What a silly holiday Valentines Day is..one day a year to show your love. With flowers that will eventually die, candy that will make you fat, jewels to make you feel good about yourself, and sheer night clothes to make you desirable. The way to show someone that you love them is to be caring, considerate, helpful, and loving, every day of the year. Silly humans.
I am Freyja, Goddess of love, beauty, fertility, war, battles, death, magic, prophecy and wealth. I am the authority on love. If it's not done right, then it's war and death. So I think it is only fitting that on this silly holiday I should be here to answer your questions pertaining to love. I will be going back to Folkvangr with the fallen warriors and you will have until Monday to ask your questions. Blessings on you my children.
Don't be Buttroys and ask about the weather and sports or politics or I shall smite you.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
SOONER TALES
SOONER TALES
"I attempt sarcasm and nothing is sacred, so if I offend your religion, your sexual orientation or your political beliefs, then I have done my job. But in no way is this directed at anyone in particular and these are just opinions. So read at your own discretion. Jackiesue is gracious enough to let me infect her blog, blame her ass, dammit." (leave all complaints with me..js)
Sooner
Phelps gets a head rush, Tony the Tiger shits his pants
It is my duty to touch base on the Michael Phelps saga, a saga that along with much of the other crap that is force fed to us lemmings by the media is not really a story, but a learning experience for the young man.
Now, we all know what this kid has done in the pool, he is a freak of nature. Long waisted, long armed, and a swimming machine. I have personally never been captivated by an athlete such as Phelps before I witnessed what he did in China. The world at his feet, all he has ever known is training and work.
He will fuck up many more times in his life, it is just a shame that it will be magnified until the day he "shits the bed". Kellogg's has dropped his endorsement, so you can eat your frosted flakes without his image on the box. How about they just throw a pair of big tits up on that box. I bet they would sell some product then, by gawd. And by the way, now he does not endorse sugar, calories or fat. I can see all those fat kids sighing in relief.
It is rumored that when he was born that he shot out of his mother's womb like a Nolan Ryan fastball, luckily the doctor had a catcher's mitt and had played Class A minor league ball. At 10, he was banned from swimming at the YMCA due to a large number of hit an
d run accidents at his local pool, at 16 he swam to work, school and home on GROUND AND PAVEMENT, ... in order to do his homework, watch film of his technique and eat 6.7 lbs. of food. This dude can grub, I bet the Charmin company will be his next sponsor, because that grub has GOT to go somewhere. Probably eats more than some third world countries, a virtual wood chipper in the kitchen.
Now he goes to a South Carolina party, and some asshole takes a pic of him taking a bong hit. (said asshole should have his ass kicked.js)
He is 23, and he has only known work, training and the pool, and competition.
1. Did he commit murder?
2. Will it ch
ange how I feel about Ann Coulter?
3. Will time stop and somehow we all will be hung on the image of his toke for eternity?
4. Will his babies be born naked and will they be cannonballs as well?
5. What would Obama do?
NO, FUCK NO, NO, YES, AND JOIN HIM. " ie:Bill Clinton"
If this is our news, along with the earth shattering "Jessica Simpson has a fat ass!" "Romo is silent!" debacle, then we are what a friend of mine coined so eloquently as being "FUCK OF THE MOUNTAIN!" He created this gem while swaying naked blind-drunk on a rock up about 9000 ft. in Colorado,... thus, fuck of the mountain.
Have fun, get laid, enjoy fame, retire, swim, just please do what YOU want to do, not what is EXPECTED, seal boy. Fuck em' and feed em' fish-heads, if it hair lips the governor.
Just don't do a "Snuggie" commercial.
New Prez
I like Obama, I am sure that he is hung like a pack mule, which is impressive yet not
rewarding to me in my current state of affairs. (that is Laura Bush and Condalizza Rice checking out Obama's package.js)I think he has our best interests at heart, but it will be difficult for him to undo what G-Dub and Cheney shat on our country. I am sad, because I do not now have any cool stuff to talk about as far as Cheney goes, now he can blow off heads with shotguns in complete privacy. He was the best provider of my material because he was and is so violent and insane. And powerful. Darth 
Cheney, and now he can water board the shit out of anything that moves wherever he sets up his "Bird Hunting Refuge".
Obama seems to be trying to do something, but I have a stimulus plan that could possibly work as well. why not take the 900 billion and do this:
1. Give the tax payers in our 50 states 25%. Money means stimulus.
2. Take 25% and invest in alternative fuel research, and force the big 3 automakers to lose unions.
3. Stop buying shit from other countries, give 25% to businesses in government contracts (state, local, federal level infrastructure) and hiring initiative.
4. Save 25% in case this shit don't work.
Fuck welfare recipients, fuck immigrants and their benefits, and fuck Wall Street and executives as a whole. Of course I am ignorant of red tape and lobbying and politics, but if we tax payers have THE OPPORTUNITY for cash or credit, then WE WILL SPEND MONEY, if it is not jacked up to 19% interest by banks or credit card companies or other lending institutions.
Perhaps Obama will turn it around, but our times are increasingly getting difficult. I am thinking more about this and I can see "3 Meter Platform Dumpster Diving" becoming an Olympic sport in the near future. Perhaps " Synchronised Penny Rolling" and "4x100 Aluminum Can Gathering Relay" will be contests as well. Unfortunately "homeless stomping" is a sport that could become more prevalent in our economy, I just hope it doesn't catch on in Ireland where they got those River dance people. Holy dog shit, now that would sell some Broadway tickets.
How about letting the thousands of tax payers that lost their life savings in the Wall Street scams getting a shot at the cocksuckers that stole their future in the octagon,... no rules, no time limit, just mixed martial arts fine tuned to merciless beat downs. With current world champions to get the highest executives on prime time television, with Cheney referee, (hell he would get a hard on)...now this would garnish some ratings.
SOME THINGS THAT DISTURB ME
1. Red Carpet events, for any reason are like little parades of designer bullshit that are dissected like they actually influence anything that the normal American cares about. Do you think Joe Bunghole of Possum Holler gives a flying fuck about how fat Oprah's ass looks in her Armani wrap? Let's just ask him:
"Joe, what do you think?"
"I think that bitch will field dress at around 300, gutted and de-hooved." sez Joe.
Well, there ya go.
2. The fascination with Snuggies. Go buy a bathrobe, turn the fucker around and you are "shittin' in tall cotton". Hell, sew four of them together and go to a football game with your family. But I swear, if I see you in the stands, I will make you wish that you had never left your house. Snuggies and CRYING are not allowed in football venues. (see future reference of crying in football/Terrell "GREAT SATAN" Owens).
3. The Old Wrinkled Six Flags Dude. How would you like to be chained to this fucker 24/7, with the Techno shit blaring from Marshall stack amplifiers? Dancing and bounc
ing like he is cranked out to the max. Hell, THAT'S WHY HE IS SO OLD LOOKING! He's a meth freak that is making a fortune, but he makes me want to either:
A. Drive a #9 pencil into my ear with a ball-peen hammer.
B. Empty both barrels of a 12 gauge shot gun on his knees.
Oddly enough I can see him chained to Jerry "Skeletor" Jones next season, just for shits and giggles.
Which brings me to something I absolutely dread, and yet look forward to at the same time. The next time I post on this blog it will address the Dallas Cowboys. I have a lawyer on retainer, so fuck it.
SOONER BORN AND SOONER BRED, AND WHEN I DIE I'M SOONER DEAD
"I attempt sarcasm and nothing is sacred, so if I offend your religion, your sexual orientation or your political beliefs, then I have done my job. But in no way is this directed at anyone in particular and these are just opinions. So read at your own discretion. Jackiesue is gracious enough to let me infect her blog, blame her ass, dammit." (leave all complaints with me..js)
Sooner
Phelps gets a head rush, Tony the Tiger shits his pants
It is my duty to touch base on the Michael Phelps saga, a saga that along with much of the other crap that is force fed to us lemmings by the media is not really a story, but a learning experience for the young man.
Now, we all know what this kid has done in the pool, he is a freak of nature. Long waisted, long armed, and a swimming machine. I have personally never been captivated by an athlete such as Phelps before I witnessed what he did in China. The world at his feet, all he has ever known is training and work.
He will fuck up many more times in his life, it is just a shame that it will be magnified until the day he "shits the bed". Kellogg's has dropped his endorsement, so you can eat your frosted flakes without his image on the box. How about they just throw a pair of big tits up on that box. I bet they would sell some product then, by gawd. And by the way, now he does not endorse sugar, calories or fat. I can see all those fat kids sighing in relief.
It is rumored that when he was born that he shot out of his mother's womb like a Nolan Ryan fastball, luckily the doctor had a catcher's mitt and had played Class A minor league ball. At 10, he was banned from swimming at the YMCA due to a large number of hit an
d run accidents at his local pool, at 16 he swam to work, school and home on GROUND AND PAVEMENT, ... in order to do his homework, watch film of his technique and eat 6.7 lbs. of food. This dude can grub, I bet the Charmin company will be his next sponsor, because that grub has GOT to go somewhere. Probably eats more than some third world countries, a virtual wood chipper in the kitchen.Now he goes to a South Carolina party, and some asshole takes a pic of him taking a bong hit. (said asshole should have his ass kicked.js)
He is 23, and he has only known work, training and the pool, and competition.
1. Did he commit murder?
2. Will it ch
ange how I feel about Ann Coulter?3. Will time stop and somehow we all will be hung on the image of his toke for eternity?
4. Will his babies be born naked and will they be cannonballs as well?
5. What would Obama do?
NO, FUCK NO, NO, YES, AND JOIN HIM. " ie:Bill Clinton"
If this is our news, along with the earth shattering "Jessica Simpson has a fat ass!" "Romo is silent!" debacle, then we are what a friend of mine coined so eloquently as being "FUCK OF THE MOUNTAIN!" He created this gem while swaying naked blind-drunk on a rock up about 9000 ft. in Colorado,... thus, fuck of the mountain.
Have fun, get laid, enjoy fame, retire, swim, just please do what YOU want to do, not what is EXPECTED, seal boy. Fuck em' and feed em' fish-heads, if it hair lips the governor.
Just don't do a "Snuggie" commercial.
New Prez
I like Obama, I am sure that he is hung like a pack mule, which is impressive yet not
rewarding to me in my current state of affairs. (that is Laura Bush and Condalizza Rice checking out Obama's package.js)I think he has our best interests at heart, but it will be difficult for him to undo what G-Dub and Cheney shat on our country. I am sad, because I do not now have any cool stuff to talk about as far as Cheney goes, now he can blow off heads with shotguns in complete privacy. He was the best provider of my material because he was and is so violent and insane. And powerful. Darth 
Cheney, and now he can water board the shit out of anything that moves wherever he sets up his "Bird Hunting Refuge".Obama seems to be trying to do something, but I have a stimulus plan that could possibly work as well. why not take the 900 billion and do this:
1. Give the tax payers in our 50 states 25%. Money means stimulus.
2. Take 25% and invest in alternative fuel research, and force the big 3 automakers to lose unions.
3. Stop buying shit from other countries, give 25% to businesses in government contracts (state, local, federal level infrastructure) and hiring initiative.
4. Save 25% in case this shit don't work.
Fuck welfare recipients, fuck immigrants and their benefits, and fuck Wall Street and executives as a whole. Of course I am ignorant of red tape and lobbying and politics, but if we tax payers have THE OPPORTUNITY for cash or credit, then WE WILL SPEND MONEY, if it is not jacked up to 19% interest by banks or credit card companies or other lending institutions.
Perhaps Obama will turn it around, but our times are increasingly getting difficult. I am thinking more about this and I can see "3 Meter Platform Dumpster Diving" becoming an Olympic sport in the near future. Perhaps " Synchronised Penny Rolling" and "4x100 Aluminum Can Gathering Relay" will be contests as well. Unfortunately "homeless stomping" is a sport that could become more prevalent in our economy, I just hope it doesn't catch on in Ireland where they got those River dance people. Holy dog shit, now that would sell some Broadway tickets.
How about letting the thousands of tax payers that lost their life savings in the Wall Street scams getting a shot at the cocksuckers that stole their future in the octagon,... no rules, no time limit, just mixed martial arts fine tuned to merciless beat downs. With current world champions to get the highest executives on prime time television, with Cheney referee, (hell he would get a hard on)...now this would garnish some ratings.
SOME THINGS THAT DISTURB ME
1. Red Carpet events, for any reason are like little parades of designer bullshit that are dissected like they actually influence anything that the normal American cares about. Do you think Joe Bunghole of Possum Holler gives a flying fuck about how fat Oprah's ass looks in her Armani wrap? Let's just ask him:
"Joe, what do you think?"
"I think that bitch will field dress at around 300, gutted and de-hooved." sez Joe.
Well, there ya go.
2. The fascination with Snuggies. Go buy a bathrobe, turn the fucker around and you are "shittin' in tall cotton". Hell, sew four of them together and go to a football game with your family. But I swear, if I see you in the stands, I will make you wish that you had never left your house. Snuggies and CRYING are not allowed in football venues. (see future reference of crying in football/Terrell "GREAT SATAN" Owens).
3. The Old Wrinkled Six Flags Dude. How would you like to be chained to this fucker 24/7, with the Techno shit blaring from Marshall stack amplifiers? Dancing and bounc
ing like he is cranked out to the max. Hell, THAT'S WHY HE IS SO OLD LOOKING! He's a meth freak that is making a fortune, but he makes me want to either:A. Drive a #9 pencil into my ear with a ball-peen hammer.
B. Empty both barrels of a 12 gauge shot gun on his knees.
Oddly enough I can see him chained to Jerry "Skeletor" Jones next season, just for shits and giggles.
Which brings me to something I absolutely dread, and yet look forward to at the same time. The next time I post on this blog it will address the Dallas Cowboys. I have a lawyer on retainer, so fuck it.
SOONER BORN AND SOONER BRED, AND WHEN I DIE I'M SOONER DEAD
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
TEQUILA
I was reading the sports section in the DAM News the other day and the name of one a female basketball 
player for some high school teams name was Ta'Kela. Makes you wonder how she came by that name..Was she produced after a night of Tequila shooters followed by the salt and lime?..Did this occur in the front seat, the back seat or at some seedy motel? It might not have been like that at all, but naming your daughter Ta'Kela is going to conjure up those kind of images. Or is it just me..Any how I cracked up...and in case you have never heard the song, here it is..I would think that most of you have heard it if only from the Pee Wee Herman movie when he danced to it at the biker bar in Texas. I love Pee Wee Herman. When my oldest granddaughter N. was little she LOVED the Pee Wee Herman show on TV, never missed it and would watch the reruns every time they came on. For Christmas her Daddy got her a Pee Wee Herman Doll and I got her a bunch of Pee Wee Herman stuff from his playhouse, but she was really excited when I got her the Chair from the Playhouse. She never did understand why they took his show off the air and the reruns too. She was to young to explain to her that Pee Wee was played by Paul Rueben and liked to whack off in theaters while watching porn. Hell she's 22 and still don't want to explain that to her.
player for some high school teams name was Ta'Kela. Makes you wonder how she came by that name..Was she produced after a night of Tequila shooters followed by the salt and lime?..Did this occur in the front seat, the back seat or at some seedy motel? It might not have been like that at all, but naming your daughter Ta'Kela is going to conjure up those kind of images. Or is it just me..Any how I cracked up...and in case you have never heard the song, here it is..I would think that most of you have heard it if only from the Pee Wee Herman movie when he danced to it at the biker bar in Texas. I love Pee Wee Herman. When my oldest granddaughter N. was little she LOVED the Pee Wee Herman show on TV, never missed it and would watch the reruns every time they came on. For Christmas her Daddy got her a Pee Wee Herman Doll and I got her a bunch of Pee Wee Herman stuff from his playhouse, but she was really excited when I got her the Chair from the Playhouse. She never did understand why they took his show off the air and the reruns too. She was to young to explain to her that Pee Wee was played by Paul Rueben and liked to whack off in theaters while watching porn. Hell she's 22 and still don't want to explain that to her. We are experiencing some nasty weather here in Texas. Oklahoma is under attack too. OK City had a tornado and Dallas is under a watch as are we. We're supposed to get wind thunderstorms and tornado's. I'm going to go batten down my hatches on the porch, so stuff doesn't get blown away.
I was reading in my DAM News a U.K. milkman got busted for delivering pot along with his milk. Some old dude Robert Holding, 72 delivered marijuana as he made his daily rounds to the town of Burnely, in northeastern England. The Prosecutor Sarah Statham said that Holding offered the drug to elderly people suffering from pain. She says the customers left notes on their doorsteps to order the drug. Holding pleaded guilty and got a 36-month suspended jail term.
What a brilliant idea. Too bad he got caught. I have a friend in England that could have used some of that weed, as he is undergoing his second round of chemotherapy right now and the weed would really help him with the nausea and give him an appetite. I still can't believe in this day and age with all we know about marijuana that it is still illegal. Was hoping Obama would fix that, but he's hard pressed to get the Republicans to vote any thing but the party line. I always heard that you get more results with honey than with vinegar, but seems someone forgot to tell them that.
My toe is better, but I found out I can't wear my new black converse high tops. Seems they were the shoes that rubbed on my toe so that it got infected. So someone is going to get a surprise in the mail ...my baby phats and my black high tops. I wept when I boxed them off..sigh*....
I go to the Dr. the 27Th to see what kind of fungi I have and he will make me an apt. to go get the callus cut off..Yuck!..
Inky calls me about twice a week..whining that he misses me and checks up on me. Bless his little heart..I bet he does. When I was there I did at least 25% of the stocking when the truck came in and did all the back stocking every day. Now he's seeing what I did and he can't get the 'girls' to do it like I did. ha..Maybe I should go in and train them to hustle like an old lady. Them young whippersnappers. Well, I'm going to go start me dinner...and tonight I'm going to bake some Chocolate Chip Cookies. Also going to make some homemade spinach dip. Low carbs and I can eat it with damn near anything. I made a tuna salad the other day and instead of using mayo I used the last of my spinach dip and damn it was good. It's also good on eggs, and as a spread for ham and cheese sandwich. Ohhhh, it's starting to look dark and spooky out...No one gets it, but this is my favorite weather in Texas...not so much the tornado's, well actually not them at all, but damn I love a good thunderstorm. Wind blowing, lighting flashing and thunder rolling. Mother nature at her best..When I was a kid every time it would come a good storm, my parents would have to put a guard on me as as soon as it started I would run out side and play in it. Used to freak my mother out. Daddy thought it was funny, but it scared him too. I had no fear. Still don't. Ok..this was about as boring as it gets. Will do better next time. Taaaaaaquilllaaaaaa!
Saturday, February 07, 2009
LOL STUMBLES
These are some of my favorite laughoutloud pictures I found on stumble upon and at LOL kitties..they crack me up.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
HE'S BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
Yes,folks, he's back ..ole Sooner has returned..For you new folks who aren't acquainted with Sooner, you don't know what you missed. Before we all came here to Blogspot.com we were at another blogging place and me and Sooner and Babs, and several others got tossed off for one thing or another. Sooner and I got thrown off for saying fuck all the time. My last post there was "Adios Mother Fuckers."...Good times..ha.. Sooner had several blogs, one having to do with moneys, guns and porn..he also had a cyber bar Called Sooner's I think..forget the name..It eventuall
y became an entire cyber town ..I ran the Blue Bell Ice Cream Parlor. It was so much fun..every Friday night....I didn't get to participate too much as I didn't have a home computer then and did my blogging from the library and we were closed on Friday. But I would come in on Saturday morning and read all about what had gone on and would giggle and laugh so hard ole Henrietta would shush me and give me the 'look'...Anyhow...he's going to be doing some posts here under the title of Sooner Tales...this is the first one..More to let you know him and what he's about. He is also one of my favorite people in the entire world..Even came to West for a vi
sit and I took him all over town so he could meet all the people I had been posted about. Then we went to Strickly Country(which was called Coyote Bob's then) and he drank beer and I had Dr Pepper and we sat and bull shat and said fuck a lot. Was a great day. So.....here's Sooner:
SOONER TALES
I am so glad to have a forum provided by Jackiesue to offend and horrify all those that frequent her blog,.. after all, I was kicked off of a blog for cussing when I had been forewarned in most ominous tones, but being the jackass that I am I committed INTERNET SUICIDE.
So, with that being said, I will touch on just a few bases here, first :
The State of my State.
I live in Oklahoma, so therefore by genetic design (inbreeding) I am a sports freak, whether it be ball (various, doesn't matter), shootin' (various), and anything even remotely related to sports, because there is nothing else to friggin' do in Oklahoma other than
stare at people staring at you.
Now we got our fishin', and we got work, and we got paying bills and church and kids and bills and weather and sports and bills, but we have a work ethic and we are soooo conservative that we will be ok through the crisis with our economy, because we will just
not spend any money on anything other that what is absolutely necessary, because we (like most of our country) are learning how to eat 
pinto beans and ramen noodles, the "DOLLAR STORE" is our new Walmart.
With that being spewed, I am thankful that I live here where property values are steady and layoffs are at a minimum,
we are lucky to have natural gas and water, but I am worried about our nation, I cannot bear to think that people go hungry and people lose their life savings due to the arrogance and ignorance of those that run the stock market and our government. The world's e
conomy suffers from "their" crimes.
So, I am declaring a sovereign state on my property in Oklahoma, it is one-sixth of a block and
I will name it "Penis Colony". It won't really make anything any better as far as "the big picture" goes, but I might be able to start a cult or something, they do it in Texas if I remember correctly. I am sure it will end in a big fire and ATF and FBI involvement.
At least my friends will have something to watch on TV.
Chokelahoma
We done went and got us an N.B.A. team, and we are damn near like the character that Steve Martin played in the jerk, we got a phone and we are "somebody". In all reality, when people laugh about "Chokelahoma" as they live their various lives in busier locales, I am glad that I do not don a subway or a bus to get to work nor do I sit in traffic for 2 hours a day. I get pissed when bugs hit my vehicle and I count roadkill on my way to work.
I love my mundane life, and I am sure that the taxes I pay will see to it that some crackhead can pay his track phone bill to bring sunshine and happiness to the low income housing project nearest you. It is the least that I can do.
ABOUT BLOGGING
I was a blog addict. At one point I had 4 of them. I was strung out on it, obsessed....deranged, well, that's a given, but my ex thought I was addicted to porn or was in chat groups...
Nope, just blogging...even at work...ran a virtual bar online for Christ's sake!
Too much...now when I got something to say, I can do it on my terms, but I do miss my old friends, a lot of them from Blogster and Blogspot/Blogger, never really got into My Space or Face book on any of the myriad of others that are out there, I just don't really have that much to say anymore that would not be just pure bullshit or crap that is constantly re-hashed.
To be original, you must be yourself, and "me" is a sick and twisted mess of random thoughts, sorta like the animated series on Toon called Robot Chicken. I can see a cabinet meeting at the White house turn into a crack party while Obama is at the Vatican. I can see Cheney 'naked' blowing people away in a church with a shotgun as he screams " spend your money on GOD liberal a-holes!", .... but I cannot see why some are forced to watch "The View" or risk being subjected to anything pertaining to Ann Coulter. This is worse than aids or the Ebola virus for the ill or elderly or handicapped, it infects the ones that cannot run or hide, those that are forced to at least listen to it. This is a fatal blow to those poor souls, they are fucked up like a shitty soup sandwich.
And on a personal note, in my opinion Coulter could be a sign of the Antichrist. I do not have definite proof yet, but Geraldo is working on it. I have persuaded him to avoid gangster vaults until next year, he is dedicated to the story and will emerge from deep undercover for his expose' in 2012, when all time will end according the the Mayans. What do those fuckers know, they are gone and we are here, just because they got "tired" or some shit and their calender "ran out" doesn't mean I am going to go into a bunker on 01/01/12, I got shit to do, damn it.
I need to talk about Dallas Cowboys football, China, Iran, mass murderers, fucking squirrels, ice and snow, earthquakes, NASA, our postal service and lots of other crap, but I ain't got the time.
SOONER BORN AND SOONER BRED, AND WHEN I DIE I'M SOONER DEAD,
y became an entire cyber town ..I ran the Blue Bell Ice Cream Parlor. It was so much fun..every Friday night....I didn't get to participate too much as I didn't have a home computer then and did my blogging from the library and we were closed on Friday. But I would come in on Saturday morning and read all about what had gone on and would giggle and laugh so hard ole Henrietta would shush me and give me the 'look'...Anyhow...he's going to be doing some posts here under the title of Sooner Tales...this is the first one..More to let you know him and what he's about. He is also one of my favorite people in the entire world..Even came to West for a vi
sit and I took him all over town so he could meet all the people I had been posted about. Then we went to Strickly Country(which was called Coyote Bob's then) and he drank beer and I had Dr Pepper and we sat and bull shat and said fuck a lot. Was a great day. So.....here's Sooner:
SOONER TALES
I am so glad to have a forum provided by Jackiesue to offend and horrify all those that frequent her blog,.. after all, I was kicked off of a blog for cussing when I had been forewarned in most ominous tones, but being the jackass that I am I committed INTERNET SUICIDE.
So, with that being said, I will touch on just a few bases here, first :
The State of my State.
I live in Oklahoma, so therefore by genetic design (inbreeding) I am a sports freak, whether it be ball (various, doesn't matter), shootin' (various), and anything even remotely related to sports, because there is nothing else to friggin' do in Oklahoma other than
stare at people staring at you.
Now we got our fishin', and we got work, and we got paying bills and church and kids and bills and weather and sports and bills, but we have a work ethic and we are soooo conservative that we will be ok through the crisis with our economy, because we will just
not spend any money on anything other that what is absolutely necessary, because we (like most of our country) are learning how to eat 
pinto beans and ramen noodles, the "DOLLAR STORE" is our new Walmart.
With that being spewed, I am thankful that I live here where property values are steady and layoffs are at a minimum,
we are lucky to have natural gas and water, but I am worried about our nation, I cannot bear to think that people go hungry and people lose their life savings due to the arrogance and ignorance of those that run the stock market and our government. The world's e
conomy suffers from "their" crimes.
So, I am declaring a sovereign state on my property in Oklahoma, it is one-sixth of a block and
I will name it "Penis Colony". It won't really make anything any better as far as "the big picture" goes, but I might be able to start a cult or something, they do it in Texas if I remember correctly. I am sure it will end in a big fire and ATF and FBI involvement.
At least my friends will have something to watch on TV.
Chokelahoma
We done went and got us an N.B.A. team, and we are damn near like the character that Steve Martin played in the jerk, we got a phone and we are "somebody". In all reality, when people laugh about "Chokelahoma" as they live their various lives in busier locales, I am glad that I do not don a subway or a bus to get to work nor do I sit in traffic for 2 hours a day. I get pissed when bugs hit my vehicle and I count roadkill on my way to work.
I love my mundane life, and I am sure that the taxes I pay will see to it that some crackhead can pay his track phone bill to bring sunshine and happiness to the low income housing project nearest you. It is the least that I can do.
ABOUT BLOGGING
I was a blog addict. At one point I had 4 of them. I was strung out on it, obsessed....deranged, well, that's a given, but my ex thought I was addicted to porn or was in chat groups...
Nope, just blogging...even at work...ran a virtual bar online for Christ's sake!
Too much...now when I got something to say, I can do it on my terms, but I do miss my old friends, a lot of them from Blogster and Blogspot/Blogger, never really got into My Space or Face book on any of the myriad of others that are out there, I just don't really have that much to say anymore that would not be just pure bullshit or crap that is constantly re-hashed.
To be original, you must be yourself, and "me" is a sick and twisted mess of random thoughts, sorta like the animated series on Toon called Robot Chicken. I can see a cabinet meeting at the White house turn into a crack party while Obama is at the Vatican. I can see Cheney 'naked' blowing people away in a church with a shotgun as he screams " spend your money on GOD liberal a-holes!", .... but I cannot see why some are forced to watch "The View" or risk being subjected to anything pertaining to Ann Coulter. This is worse than aids or the Ebola virus for the ill or elderly or handicapped, it infects the ones that cannot run or hide, those that are forced to at least listen to it. This is a fatal blow to those poor souls, they are fucked up like a shitty soup sandwich.
And on a personal note, in my opinion Coulter could be a sign of the Antichrist. I do not have definite proof yet, but Geraldo is working on it. I have persuaded him to avoid gangster vaults until next year, he is dedicated to the story and will emerge from deep undercover for his expose' in 2012, when all time will end according the the Mayans. What do those fuckers know, they are gone and we are here, just because they got "tired" or some shit and their calender "ran out" doesn't mean I am going to go into a bunker on 01/01/12, I got shit to do, damn it.
I need to talk about Dallas Cowboys football, China, Iran, mass murderers, fucking squirrels, ice and snow, earthquakes, NASA, our postal service and lots of other crap, but I ain't got the time.
SOONER BORN AND SOONER BRED, AND WHEN I DIE I'M SOONER DEAD,
1974..BRACE YOURSELF...
2nd posting..this is to remind me how lucky I am, and how good I actually have it. sorry about the harsh yellow but thats what I used to use. To make it easier for everyone who had to go search and find this..I decided to repost it..Most everyone already has read this, so hope you don't mind a rehashing of it...thanks again for always being there for me...jac
First off, I want to thank all of you for your kind, sweet words of comfort and encouragement...You have no idea how much it means to me.I don't think I ever gave too much thought about what I was going through or what I had been through..I'm like a Niki commercial...I just did it...Don't think I am all that special either..many women have been through worse.(The man who killed my mother got 8 years in prison) But I hate to tell you all,you ain't seen nothing yet.
Jack had many many problems, without going into his home life or events that happened to him before he met me, he was a very troubled man. He needed fixing and I guess that is what drew me to him. He was 6' and weighted about 230 or so...Loved his daughter as much as he knew how..He had many addictions, mainly alcohol but when he couldn't drink he took any and all medications he could..I'm talking hand fulls of black beauties, and an equal amount of tuinals.On that July evening in Farminton, New Mexico he had enough of both to have killed any 2 normal sized men...He was out of control and had been experiencing petite mal seizures.He was for all practical senses..insane..He was going to kill me and my 17 month old daughter and to protect her life and mine, plus my sons, when he attempted to kill us I shot and killed him. I was first charged with murder but eventually after a grand jury it was dropped to voluntary manslaughter.On more than one occasion they were going to drop the charges completely to self defense, but Jack's mother wouldn't let it go and called everyone that held office in the state of New Mexico, so they told my attorney that I would surely be found not guilty but because of my mother-in-law, I would have to stand trial...The DA was furious...said it was a waste of money and time.
In Dec. of 1974 I was found not guilty..During the time from July to Dec. I had met a wonderful man, Chuck D. he has been my lover and always my friend..it's been 33 years and he is still one of my best friends... He lives in Hawaii.and I can tell you he helped me in more ways than I can tell you..I moved to Calif. to be near him and it was the start of the rest of my new life...(the pictures above are the 4 of us taken at my Daddy's about a week or so before the shooting, the other one is me the day before the trial..I know they said I would be found not guilty..but I don't think I really believed them...By the way, it took the jury a little over an hour to come in with the verdict..they said they would have been in earlier but they wanted that last free meal on the state of New Mexico..When one of the jurist told my Daddy that, he said hell, I would have bought you all dinner if I had known.I know that I would never have made it with out my Daddy.I wonder what he would think of my blog and posting about this...oh well...
But I wasn't the only one having a bad year....Richard M. Nixon got fired from being president..so something good did come out of my less than stellar year.
Patty Hearst had a bad year also...she got kidnapped by the Symbionese Liberation Army.I don't remember some of the music from this year...was a little busy...but I sure love the ones I do remember...and think my favorite song of the year was 'Midnight at the Oasis' by Maria Muldaur.But there was 'Counting out Time' by Genesis, 'Summer Breeze'by Isley Brothers, 'Seasons of the Sun'by Terry Jacks,'Bungle in the Jungle' by Jethro Tull,and Elton John had a great year with'Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me, The Bitch is Back, and Benny and the Jets.'A great dance song...'the Bump' by Kenny(didn't they kill him on South Park????)'Jungle Boogie' by Kool and the Gang.'Sweet home Alababma'by Lynyard Skynyrd.'Long Legged Woman Dressed in Black,' by Mungo Jerry.
My oldest son David loved Olivia Newton-John's 'I honestly Love You.' 'Killer Queen'by Queen, 'Money' by Pink Floyd,and a couple of hits by the Stones,'Ain't To Proud to Beg and It's Only Rock and Roll.''Ricky Don't Lose That Number'by Steely Dan, 'Another Saturday Night' by Cat Stevens and a Barry White song that is still one of my favorites'You're the First the Last My Everything.'Plus a song that still makes my ass red...'You're Having My Baby'by Paul Anka.ABBA had a bunch of hits,'Walter Leo, Honey, Honey and Ring Ring.''How Long'by Ace, 'Midnight Rider' by Greg Allman and 'Jesica'by Allman Brothers Band.'James Dean' by the Eagles, 'the Joker'by Steve Miller Band, 'Clap for the Wolfman'by Guess Who and'Tin Man' by America.'Taking Care of Business and You Ain't Seen Nothing yet' by Bachman Turner Overdrive.'Can't Get Enough' by Bad company. David Bowie had a string of hits also, 'Diamond Dogs, Rebel, Rebel, and Rock and Roll Suicide.'
'Ride 'em Cowboy'by Paul Davis.Paul McCartney had hits with'Band on the Run and Get Junior's Farm' 'Smoking in the Boys Room'by Provensville Station, and 'I Shot the Sheriff' by Eric Clapton.'Kung Fu Fighting'by Carl Douglas.'The Loco-motion' by Grand Funk Railroad, 'Roxette' by Dr. Feelgood and 'Kissing in the Back Row of the Movies'by the Drifters. ohhhh, and 'the Piano Man'by Billy Joel.
'Don't Rock the Boat'by the Hues Corporation, 'Ma-ma-ma-Belle'by Electric Light Orchestra,'Cat's in the Cradle' Harry Chapman, 'Best of my Love' by the Eagles,'Billy Don't Be a Hero'by Bo Donaldson and the Heywoods.Last but not least a song I have taken to my heart for these past years....'Haven't Got Time for the Pain' by Carly Simon...
Iam not sure how, or sometimes even why.....but I made it through it...all of it...some not spoken..as I don't want to make Jack out to be all bad...he was a sad man, who had many faults but he was a good son, brother and friend. He tried to be as good a father,son,and husband as he could....
I'm not posting any pictures besides the two up top...just kinda want to get this posted and out of me...
HEY WHITE LADY!
I went by Family Dollar to buy the granddaughters birthday presents and talked to Inky and he said when Tom left with the last of the money that he stole he left a note saying he was sorry for what he had done. Breaks my heart..Inky and I are still leaving him messages. Like I told Inky when I first started to work there Tom and I were talking about places that we lived etc. He said he was from Roswell, New Mexico...I thought oh fuck...he's about the same age as Jack's brother Mark and probably knows the whole sordid story. I asked him if he knew the Denney's and he smiled and said yes,
his mother was good friends with Mrs. Denney. I said do you know Mark and Jack and he smiled and said yes. I said then you know who I am then, and he said yes. Never said another word. He was my boss and didn't judge me and never mentioned it to anyone at work. Don't think it would have gotten me fired, but it would have been a tad embarrassing. For all you newbies there is a story here, but you'll have to google my blog for the year 1974 to find out what it is. Any how..I was going to get quarters but she only had one in her drawer(we have a new girl ...tats and all.) and didn't want her to break a roll for $5 worth..So I left and went to the Town laundry mat and I pulled up and put the e
mergency brake on and left the lights on..I could see there were some people inside..but I was just going to use the change machine and get some quarters..I walked in the door and a little black kid about 5-6 yelled at me :"Hey..white lady...you left your lights on in your truck."....I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing...Kids..gotta love them.
his mother was good friends with Mrs. Denney. I said do you know Mark and Jack and he smiled and said yes. I said then you know who I am then, and he said yes. Never said another word. He was my boss and didn't judge me and never mentioned it to anyone at work. Don't think it would have gotten me fired, but it would have been a tad embarrassing. For all you newbies there is a story here, but you'll have to google my blog for the year 1974 to find out what it is. Any how..I was going to get quarters but she only had one in her drawer(we have a new girl ...tats and all.) and didn't want her to break a roll for $5 worth..So I left and went to the Town laundry mat and I pulled up and put the e
mergency brake on and left the lights on..I could see there were some people inside..but I was just going to use the change machine and get some quarters..I walked in the door and a little black kid about 5-6 yelled at me :"Hey..white lady...you left your lights on in your truck."....I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing...Kids..gotta love them.I am fixing to do 2 loads of laundry...I have cleaned my house top to bottom. Bedroom, bath, hall, kitchen, living room and moved all the furniture around in the living room. Which always pisses Annie off. I need to do the computer room/dining room next. It's the worse...Oh man, I cleaned out the drawers in the bathroom....I am such a pack rat..but please tell me why I would keep over 30 empty vitamin/pill bottles and those little cases that the glucose blood strips come in? I remember thinking 'oh I can use them for something...' uh huh...but 30+ of them?...jeez, I'm such a dufus.
Want you all to know my feeties are doing great. Now all I need to do is get the callus cut off, which I'm not looking forward to. But I also wanted to tell me how much it meant to me to have all your good wishes for me and the toes...makes my chubby little heart warm..Goddess bless you..OK, I've stalled long enough...the laundry is calling me..Now that the weather is nice and sunny out I'm going to take the big Indian rug from the living room to the car wash and clean it..It's icky!
Been almost 2 years since I cleaned it last. Hope all of you are enjoying better weather..it's sunny here in Texas...hot dang!
Sunday, February 01, 2009
WHY THE VATICAN IS LIKE THE BUSH ADMINISTRATION
The Associated Press
Vatican City--An Austrian pastor who has been quoted as calling Hurricane Katrina God's punishment for sin in New Orleans is being promoted to the rank of Bishop.(what the fuck?.....come on Pope Benny, you reward that kind of thinking with a Bishop's Robe?)
the Vatican announced Saturday that Pope Benedict XVI has tapped the Rev. Gerhard Wagner, 54, to be auxiliary bishop in Linz, Austria. It made no mention of the Katrina remarks.(NO SHIT!)
This is the second time in two weeks that the pope has honored a controversial church leader. He recently welcomed back into the Catholic Church a bishop whose renegade theology had led to his excommunication by Pope John Paul II.
That bishop, the British-born Richard Williamson, said shortly before his rehabilitation that he did not believe the Nazis killed Jews in gas chambers during World War II. the pope disavowed those remarks, which Williamson has since called "imprudent." (ya think? dumb assholes.)
Wagner has served since 1988 as pastor of a church in the Austrian town of Windischgarsten and received a doctorate in theology from the prestigious Gregorian Pontifical University in Rome, the Vatican said.(did he learn that kind of thinking there?)
In 2005, Wagner was quoted in a parish newsletter as saying that he was convinced that the death and destruction of Hurricane Katrina that year was "divine retribution" for New Orleans' tolerance of homosexuals and laid-back sexual attitudes.(Judas priest, I'm so sick and tired of that kind of thinking...and why he still gets a promotion out of the deal is just another reason why I have no regrets for leaving the Catholic Church.)
Kath.Net, a Catholic news agency in Austria, said the newsletter quoted Wagner as saying that Katrina destroyed not only nightclubs and brothels in New Orleans, bu also abortion clinics.(along with hospitals, churches, schools, and homes)
"The conditions of immorality in this city are indescribable," Wagner was quoted as saying....Well Bishop Gerhard Wagner, you can kiss my pagan ass and there will be redemption for you too, you buttroy.
PS....I had Arizona and 7 points.
Vatican City--An Austrian pastor who has been quoted as calling Hurricane Katrina God's punishment for sin in New Orleans is being promoted to the rank of Bishop.(what the fuck?.....come on Pope Benny, you reward that kind of thinking with a Bishop's Robe?)
the Vatican announced Saturday that Pope Benedict XVI has tapped the Rev. Gerhard Wagner, 54, to be auxiliary bishop in Linz, Austria. It made no mention of the Katrina remarks.(NO SHIT!)
This is the second time in two weeks that the pope has honored a controversial church leader. He recently welcomed back into the Catholic Church a bishop whose renegade theology had led to his excommunication by Pope John Paul II.
That bishop, the British-born Richard Williamson, said shortly before his rehabilitation that he did not believe the Nazis killed Jews in gas chambers during World War II. the pope disavowed those remarks, which Williamson has since called "imprudent." (ya think? dumb assholes.)
Wagner has served since 1988 as pastor of a church in the Austrian town of Windischgarsten and received a doctorate in theology from the prestigious Gregorian Pontifical University in Rome, the Vatican said.(did he learn that kind of thinking there?)
In 2005, Wagner was quoted in a parish newsletter as saying that he was convinced that the death and destruction of Hurricane Katrina that year was "divine retribution" for New Orleans' tolerance of homosexuals and laid-back sexual attitudes.(Judas priest, I'm so sick and tired of that kind of thinking...and why he still gets a promotion out of the deal is just another reason why I have no regrets for leaving the Catholic Church.)
Kath.Net, a Catholic news agency in Austria, said the newsletter quoted Wagner as saying that Katrina destroyed not only nightclubs and brothels in New Orleans, bu also abortion clinics.(along with hospitals, churches, schools, and homes)
"The conditions of immorality in this city are indescribable," Wagner was quoted as saying....Well Bishop Gerhard Wagner, you can kiss my pagan ass and there will be redemption for you too, you buttroy.
PS....I had Arizona and 7 points.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
FUCKME I'LL NEVER SMILE AGAIN
I'll start out first with the Dr's report..Which is the good news. Sorta..He looked at my feet and said yes I have an infected corn and gave me another script for antibiotics. Clipped the nails to see what kind of fungus I have. I asked him how I got a fungus and he said it usually came from a trauma to one of the toes and I can remember when I lived over at the little house ramming my toe against the bed and it getting all funky looking. He said then it just spreads. So that's not caused by the diabetics. He was concerned about the lack of feeling in my right foot and leg, but told him that wasn't from the diabetes that was from 4 back surgeries and a pinched nerve for 7 years.
But he said that was still not a good thing, as I could hurt myself on my foot and not know it and that's how my corn got infected. I didn't feel it..He shaved it off and said once he found out what the fungus was he'd know how to treat it and then when it was all healed he would have me to to Mexia(pronounced maheya...where Anna Nicole came from) to his Dr.'s office and he would deaden it and go in and cut the callus off my toe. Yikes. He's about 80 years old and really funny. I told him how I was making jokes about 'the foot Dr. coming in on the stage coach once a month and staying with Miss Kitty over at the Long Branch.' He laughed and said first of all I come to town twice a month.........and he looked off in the distance and said softly..."I wouldn't have minded spending the night with Miss Kitty." and then grinned real big at me. He has great hands, and held my feet so gently...said I had great circulation and pulse and that was a good thing, but was concerned about the lack of feeling. Did a bunch of tests with needles and pins and little wheels and I felt them on my left foot, but didn't feel anything on my right one at all. But then I haven't since the second or third operation on my back. So things are looking up for my feetses...but he didn't recommend me working again unless I got some diabetic shoes. So will check that out. Now If I could just get rid of the fecking cough.
Ok...now for the shocking news of the new year. Remember when I said that Tom wasn't working for Family Dollar any more and no one knew if he quit or got fired? Well, he got fired. Inky and I figured, he got pissed and told them to go fuck themselves as they had screwed him out of his bonus for 3 years. Well....he got fired for theft over $5,000. He took a deposit bag from our store plus he took some from the new store he was working at. I know that he knew he was going to get caught, as there is just no way you can do that and not get caught. When the stock market crashed he told me he lost between $300,000 and $500,000. I asked if that wiped him out and he said no but damn near. I know he had 2 houses. Or at least that's what he said. When he described his one house is was 4 bed-room 4 baths, etc. I know he had 3 dogs he was crazy about. Was devastated when the older one passed away. Felt so bad for him. Inky and I are just stunned and shocked. I mean I would never have believed this in a 1,000 years. I am a pretty good judge of character and so is Inky and I can't believe we were so wrong about some one like we were wrong about him. All I can think of is things got out of hand and maybe he thought he could put it back before anyone noticed. I just don't know..But I'm totally at a loss. We have both left messages on his cell phone telling him we were his friends and we only wished him the best and any thing we could do we would. He hasn't answered any calls. But not sure he is out of jail The last they saw him was Tuesday I think on channel 25 in Waco, in a orange jump suit and hand cuffs. I didn't get to see it or hear about it except 3rd hand. We really never heard much more and we're not even that sure of what the charges were. So I am rocked to the core. Just want to burst out crying.
Well, enough of that ..have to think about something else or I'll start bawling. Babs and I aren't sure if we're going to stay home and watch the Super Bowl or go to Wolf's. They always have great food, and if Babs gets bothered by the amount of people we can always come home. I think we'll end up with her coming over here and bringing cheese dip and Frito's and I'll make chicken quesedillas, spinach dip with crackers, celery etc. I have a recipe for the little red potatoes that I'll be able to eat. You take the smallest red potatoes and cut them in half, core the center out till it's just a little of the potato and the skin and put seasoning on them with butter and bake in the oven till they are all crispy ...Not that many carbs.
Have been cleaning house this weekend. Since my feets is feeling better ..I dusted and cleaned up the bedroom, bathroom and hall way Friday. Today I took up the rug, moved all the furniture around and dusted and vacuumed really good. Going to take the rug to the car wash and clean it but want to wait till it's a little warmer first. But wanted it up off the floor as it was getting pretty dirty. Haven't cleaned it in over a year. Annie is a pain in the ass...Babs and I had Bold Springs Baptist Church cheeseburgers last week and Annie nearly ate all of it herself..So I thought I'll cook her up a hamburger patty and see if she'll eat it...Of course...So now I'm having to cook gr. beef for the spoilt little bitch..She even ate a can of Alpo dog food. I swear ..she's driving me to drink.
Ok...I'm out of here.this is going no where. I'm going to start posting more. I used to post 2-3 times a day, then once a day and now It's once a week...Getting lazy. the point spread is Arizona plus 7....I'm thinking about taking them and the points..but in the back of my mind I keep thinking Pittsburgh is going to blow them out of the ball park..hmmm. I really don't want Pittsburgh to win as that will put them ahead in the Super Bowl wins...Can't have that. If they lose it means they, the Cowboys and the 49ers will be tied with the most wins. Like them fucking Cowboys are ever going to win another Super Bowl Sigh*......Hope you have a great Super Bowl.
But he said that was still not a good thing, as I could hurt myself on my foot and not know it and that's how my corn got infected. I didn't feel it..He shaved it off and said once he found out what the fungus was he'd know how to treat it and then when it was all healed he would have me to to Mexia(pronounced maheya...where Anna Nicole came from) to his Dr.'s office and he would deaden it and go in and cut the callus off my toe. Yikes. He's about 80 years old and really funny. I told him how I was making jokes about 'the foot Dr. coming in on the stage coach once a month and staying with Miss Kitty over at the Long Branch.' He laughed and said first of all I come to town twice a month.........and he looked off in the distance and said softly..."I wouldn't have minded spending the night with Miss Kitty." and then grinned real big at me. He has great hands, and held my feet so gently...said I had great circulation and pulse and that was a good thing, but was concerned about the lack of feeling. Did a bunch of tests with needles and pins and little wheels and I felt them on my left foot, but didn't feel anything on my right one at all. But then I haven't since the second or third operation on my back. So things are looking up for my feetses...but he didn't recommend me working again unless I got some diabetic shoes. So will check that out. Now If I could just get rid of the fecking cough.
Ok...now for the shocking news of the new year. Remember when I said that Tom wasn't working for Family Dollar any more and no one knew if he quit or got fired? Well, he got fired. Inky and I figured, he got pissed and told them to go fuck themselves as they had screwed him out of his bonus for 3 years. Well....he got fired for theft over $5,000. He took a deposit bag from our store plus he took some from the new store he was working at. I know that he knew he was going to get caught, as there is just no way you can do that and not get caught. When the stock market crashed he told me he lost between $300,000 and $500,000. I asked if that wiped him out and he said no but damn near. I know he had 2 houses. Or at least that's what he said. When he described his one house is was 4 bed-room 4 baths, etc. I know he had 3 dogs he was crazy about. Was devastated when the older one passed away. Felt so bad for him. Inky and I are just stunned and shocked. I mean I would never have believed this in a 1,000 years. I am a pretty good judge of character and so is Inky and I can't believe we were so wrong about some one like we were wrong about him. All I can think of is things got out of hand and maybe he thought he could put it back before anyone noticed. I just don't know..But I'm totally at a loss. We have both left messages on his cell phone telling him we were his friends and we only wished him the best and any thing we could do we would. He hasn't answered any calls. But not sure he is out of jail The last they saw him was Tuesday I think on channel 25 in Waco, in a orange jump suit and hand cuffs. I didn't get to see it or hear about it except 3rd hand. We really never heard much more and we're not even that sure of what the charges were. So I am rocked to the core. Just want to burst out crying.
Well, enough of that ..have to think about something else or I'll start bawling. Babs and I aren't sure if we're going to stay home and watch the Super Bowl or go to Wolf's. They always have great food, and if Babs gets bothered by the amount of people we can always come home. I think we'll end up with her coming over here and bringing cheese dip and Frito's and I'll make chicken quesedillas, spinach dip with crackers, celery etc. I have a recipe for the little red potatoes that I'll be able to eat. You take the smallest red potatoes and cut them in half, core the center out till it's just a little of the potato and the skin and put seasoning on them with butter and bake in the oven till they are all crispy ...Not that many carbs.
Have been cleaning house this weekend. Since my feets is feeling better ..I dusted and cleaned up the bedroom, bathroom and hall way Friday. Today I took up the rug, moved all the furniture around and dusted and vacuumed really good. Going to take the rug to the car wash and clean it but want to wait till it's a little warmer first. But wanted it up off the floor as it was getting pretty dirty. Haven't cleaned it in over a year. Annie is a pain in the ass...Babs and I had Bold Springs Baptist Church cheeseburgers last week and Annie nearly ate all of it herself..So I thought I'll cook her up a hamburger patty and see if she'll eat it...Of course...So now I'm having to cook gr. beef for the spoilt little bitch..She even ate a can of Alpo dog food. I swear ..she's driving me to drink.
Ok...I'm out of here.this is going no where. I'm going to start posting more. I used to post 2-3 times a day, then once a day and now It's once a week...Getting lazy. the point spread is Arizona plus 7....I'm thinking about taking them and the points..but in the back of my mind I keep thinking Pittsburgh is going to blow them out of the ball park..hmmm. I really don't want Pittsburgh to win as that will put them ahead in the Super Bowl wins...Can't have that. If they lose it means they, the Cowboys and the 49ers will be tied with the most wins. Like them fucking Cowboys are ever going to win another Super Bowl Sigh*......Hope you have a great Super Bowl.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Robin has asked me four more questions. They are hard..so it has taken me awhile..here goes.
http://www.robinhoulette.com/
Number one: You have the opportunity to add something to the "bill of rights" in our Constitution....what would it be?
I don't know how I would word it as I'm not that prolific, but I do know that they should make it a right that all citizens of this country should be allowed legally to marry, live with, and adopt children with, no matter their sex. It's called human rights.I would also add a rider to the voting right, that all citizens must vote for every election, or be heavily fined.
Number two: You have a 30 minute segment on 60 minutes to tell the world how you feel...what is the tittle of your segment?
Thirty minutes? You josh, right?.....I would take up 30 minutes of the show and the title would be HUMAN RIGHTS and I'd preach, bitch and carry on for all of the 30 minutes about how we should not allow a book written thousands of years ago, by a bunch of old farts, and this book was translated a gazillion times from Greek to Latin, from Latin to Greek and then English so that most of the meaning has been lost, to dictate our laws against our citizens. This is America...The United States of America and we are all given certain rights..and these rights should be afforded to all our citizens, not just a portion of them. Then I'd bip anyone who argued with me.
Number three: If you could write your own epitaph, what would it read and if there was a person you could thank on that piece of granite, who would it be? Write my own epitaph?
Wow, how cheeky is that? Ok...here goes:
JACKIESUE ROYCROFT DENNEY
GOOD DAUGHTER
BETTER FRIEND THAN A MOTHER.
SHE WAS A GOOD OLE BROAD.
And I would thank my Daddy for never letting me down.
Number four:(back at ya...) If you could live anywhere in the world and do anything you wanted...where would it be and what would you do?
That's easy. I'd live right here, and if I had the money I would remodel the old theater and turn it into a Theater/Dinner club.Serve good food, watch good movies and on Friday night have cartoons and kiddie movies and serve pizza and soda.
Life entertainment and dinner on the weekends. I could learn to love that.
(this is from Robin)
I realize asking the Goddess these questions would be superfluous...but I'm very curious about Jackie's answers!
Working on the goddess ones but that's hard!
Robin is supposed to be working on some questions for the Goddess. Now THAT should be interesting.
I have another post to do..but not up to it right now..Need more details for a bit of information I head about today about our old friend Tom...plus my Dr.'s apt. So see ya tomorrow.
http://www.robinhoulette.com/
Number one: You have the opportunity to add something to the "bill of rights" in our Constitution....what would it be?
I don't know how I would word it as I'm not that prolific, but I do know that they should make it a right that all citizens of this country should be allowed legally to marry, live with, and adopt children with, no matter their sex. It's called human rights.I would also add a rider to the voting right, that all citizens must vote for every election, or be heavily fined.
Number two: You have a 30 minute segment on 60 minutes to tell the world how you feel...what is the tittle of your segment?
Thirty minutes? You josh, right?.....I would take up 30 minutes of the show and the title would be HUMAN RIGHTS and I'd preach, bitch and carry on for all of the 30 minutes about how we should not allow a book written thousands of years ago, by a bunch of old farts, and this book was translated a gazillion times from Greek to Latin, from Latin to Greek and then English so that most of the meaning has been lost, to dictate our laws against our citizens. This is America...The United States of America and we are all given certain rights..and these rights should be afforded to all our citizens, not just a portion of them. Then I'd bip anyone who argued with me.
Number three: If you could write your own epitaph, what would it read and if there was a person you could thank on that piece of granite, who would it be? Write my own epitaph?
Wow, how cheeky is that? Ok...here goes:
JACKIESUE ROYCROFT DENNEY
GOOD DAUGHTER
BETTER FRIEND THAN A MOTHER.
SHE WAS A GOOD OLE BROAD.
And I would thank my Daddy for never letting me down.
Number four:(back at ya...) If you could live anywhere in the world and do anything you wanted...where would it be and what would you do?
That's easy. I'd live right here, and if I had the money I would remodel the old theater and turn it into a Theater/Dinner club.Serve good food, watch good movies and on Friday night have cartoons and kiddie movies and serve pizza and soda.
Life entertainment and dinner on the weekends. I could learn to love that.
(this is from Robin)
I realize asking the Goddess these questions would be superfluous...but I'm very curious about Jackie's answers!
Working on the goddess ones but that's hard!
Robin is supposed to be working on some questions for the Goddess. Now THAT should be interesting.
I have another post to do..but not up to it right now..Need more details for a bit of information I head about today about our old friend Tom...plus my Dr.'s apt. So see ya tomorrow.
Monday, January 26, 2009
RANDOM PHOTO
Ole intenseguy hooked me up with another little chore. I have to pick out a random picture from my computer and talk about it...so here goes.
This is a picture of me during .....the summer of my 24Th year. I was working in Portland, Oregon at the 101 Club. I think that was the name of it. It was right on the corner.Doors opened into the bar just like the old swinging doors on saloons in the West. It was I think 2 doors down from the Seaman/Longshoreman's Union Office. Where the sailors and longshoreman(I'm not sure if it was both of them...it's been a long time folks.) would go to pick up their checks..Which meant if they took a right and went down 2 doors there I was..If they took a left and went down about 6 doors there was a bar ran by a Greek family. Let me tell ya...that Jackie was a whole lot prettier than those Greek guys. So we got all the drunk sailors.
I had a swamper(he's the guy that cleans the toilets, floors, tables etc.)named Boston Blackie. He was about 5 feet tall, had a thick accent. I never could figure out where he was from. Some days he sounded like he was from Ireland, some days he sounded like he was from Baaaaston. But considering he drank 2-3 bottles of Muscatel a day I was always happy just to be able to understand him at all. He was also trusted to get me change and put change in the parking meter for my car. I could give him $100 to go get change and he'd be right back with the change. But we had to lock the cabinets to the booze every night or he'd drink it all. It wasn't locked up like a wooden covered cabinet, it was a gated cabinet with a lock..wasn't wide enough for you to put a hand through...but it was wide enough for Boston Blackie to hook up enough straws together and stick them down the pour spouts of the booze to drink enough to get stoned drunk. I came to work one morning and the doors were wide open..I was afraid someone had broken in the bar and hurt Blackie. I rushed in and there was the tin garbage can and the only thing I could see was two size 10 black high top tennie shoes sticking out. He'd passed out and fell asleep in the garbage can.The sad thing is, the only holes big enough for him to stick the straws in were the liquor's. So he drank all the Japanese Plum Brandy, Kahlua, Triple Sec, Galliano, White and Green Creme De Cocoa, and half a bottle of tequila mix, before he figured out it wasn't booze. He was sicker than anyone I have ever seen be sick before in my life. There were puddles of barf all over the place. The men's and women's bathroom both, behind the bar, on tables, all over his clothes. Oh you can't believe the smell. I wanted to jerk his skinny little ass out of that garbage can and make him start cleaning the mess up, but I felt so sorry for him I just made coffee and tried to make him better. He kept saying :"I'm so sorry Miss Jackie, I just couldn't resist all them lovely bottles."...or at least I think that's what he said. I know he drank 2 full pots of coffee before he could keep down one cup. I loved working at that place. Every day was an adventure. It was 2 blocks from skid row. There were wino's(Boston Blackie being one) every where. Some were just on the street every day begging for change for booze. Some like Blackie worked and had a place to live. We didn't have a kitchen there but I would make big pots of stew, chili and make lasagna etc. and bring it down for me and everyone. I worked from 8am to 5pm and I'm searching my memory and I don't think there was place to eat around there. But I was also cheap and the idea of buying lunch didn't sit with me. So I probably brought food because I didn't want to spend the money. The first thing Lu Ann(the night bartender) and I did was make friends with the beat cops. We depended on them to come haul out drunk sailors if they got to rowdy for us to handle. I think I only had to call them once..everyone seemed to know I was young, dumb and a tad naive. One time Lu Ann came in drunk. I thought 
oh shit, she's never going to be able to go to work at 5 if she's drunk at 1pm. So I figured if she was going to be drunk, so was I so I started drinking, and making her more drinks. By 5pm she and I were both drunk. No one knew how to get in touch with our boss and we were to drunk to give a fuck. We were drunk and working...I still don't know how we managed to finish out the shift. I think we fell asleep on the bar after we closed it down at midnight. Once they were pouring concrete out front for a new side walk, and we wrote out names on the side walk. The beat cops came by and said what we did was a crime and put us in handcuffs and put us in the paddy wagon and took our asses to jail.(We were drunk) the bar was wide open, and people were making their own drinks and putting money on the back bar for their drinks. After about an hour they brought us back. We thought that was so much fun. Our boss was so pissed I thought he was going to fire us both. But the customers raised so much hell he couldn't.
oh shit, she's never going to be able to go to work at 5 if she's drunk at 1pm. So I figured if she was going to be drunk, so was I so I started drinking, and making her more drinks. By 5pm she and I were both drunk. No one knew how to get in touch with our boss and we were to drunk to give a fuck. We were drunk and working...I still don't know how we managed to finish out the shift. I think we fell asleep on the bar after we closed it down at midnight. Once they were pouring concrete out front for a new side walk, and we wrote out names on the side walk. The beat cops came by and said what we did was a crime and put us in handcuffs and put us in the paddy wagon and took our asses to jail.(We were drunk) the bar was wide open, and people were making their own drinks and putting money on the back bar for their drinks. After about an hour they brought us back. We thought that was so much fun. Our boss was so pissed I thought he was going to fire us both. But the customers raised so much hell he couldn't.We had some 'ladies' that came in a lot.
They were very entertaining. Most of them were in their 50-60's, but they weren't adverse to a little sex among sailors for $20. There was a residential Hotel around the corner and they would run up there for a quickie and come back and spend the money on drinks and tip us girls. So..that's the story or at least part of the story around that picture. The day that picture was taken was when Lu Ann and I got hand cuffed and tossed into the paddy wagon. Ah, the good ole days.
They were very entertaining. Most of them were in their 50-60's, but they weren't adverse to a little sex among sailors for $20. There was a residential Hotel around the corner and they would run up there for a quickie and come back and spend the money on drinks and tip us girls. So..that's the story or at least part of the story around that picture. The day that picture was taken was when Lu Ann and I got hand cuffed and tossed into the paddy wagon. Ah, the good ole days.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
STUMBLE INTO THE NEW YEAR
something for you to do..while I think of something.. I just realized there are no football games on today..fuckity fuck fuck fuck..I'm going back to bed.
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