I'm a liberal pagan living in West, Texas. Yes. That West, Texas.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

MICHAEL JACKSON...DEAD AT 50


If I think of Michael Jackson I like to remember him as the youngest of the Jackson Five. Before he turned white and weird. What a day for loses.
(CNN) -- Michael Jackson, the show-stopping singer whose best-selling albums -- including "Off the Wall," "Thriller" and "Bad" -- and electrifying stage presence made him one of the most popular artists of all time, died Thursday, CNN has confirmed.
Michael Jackson, shown in 2008, was one of the biggest pop stars in history.
He was 50.
He collapsed at his residence in the Holmby Hills section of Los Angeles, California, about noon Pacific time, suffering cardiac arrest, according to brother Randy Jackson. He died at UCLA Medical Center.


FARRAH FAWCETT 2-47-6-25-09


LOS ANGELES – Farrah Fawcett, the "Charlie's Angels" star whose feathered blond hair and dazzling smile made her one of the biggest sex symbols of the 1970s, died Thursday after battling cancer. She was 62.
The pop icon, who in the 1980s set aside the fantasy girl image to tackle serious roles, died shortly before 9:30 a.m. in a Santa Monica hospital, spokesman Paul Bloch said.
Ryan O'Neal, the longtime companion who had reunited with Fawcett as she fought anal cancer, was at her side, along with close friend Alana Stewart, Bloch said.
"After a long and brave battle with cancer, our beloved Farrah has passed away," O'Neal said. "Although this is an extremely difficult time for her family and friends, we take comfort in the beautiful times that we shared with Farrah over the years and the knowledge that her life brought joy to so many people around the world."

Another Texas girl is gone.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

NEWS FROM WEST, TEXAS

There are lots of things in the West Paper this Wednesday but my mind sort of went on the fritz after I saw that Bold Springs Baptist Church is making hamburgers on 29 of June. Thank you Goddess.They are also making lasagna and chicken spaghetti with salad and dessert, but I care nothing about anything except the hamburgers. Which reminds me..I went to the Tiger Shop one afternoon and had one of their hamburgers and it rated right up there with Bold Springs. The farmers market is coming along, each week there are more people, but it's been so hot and we haven't had rain in almost 2 months, so the pickings are slim. My garden looks like the Sahara. The lettuce is kicking ass and the okra is coming along. But most of the other stuff have given up the ghost..It's going to be 105 from now to the end of next week...sigh*
Kathleen Kaska a 1971 West High School grad has had her first mystery novel published. It's titled Murder at the Arlington. She will be writing a series of mysteries about famous Hotels.The book is the winner of the 2008 Salvo Press Mystery Novel Award. West is going to the bigs..First we had a World Series Ball player, 2 country recording artists, and now a published mystery writer.. How cool is that?
We had some excitement last week...A water main in front of the West Lumber Co. blew a hole in a water pipe and had water shooting 10-15 feet into the air. The city employees had to wear water goggles to work on it.
We're having a Summerfest Dance at The West Fraternal Auditorium this coming Sunday. The Johnny Holub Polka Band of Columbus will provide the music. Be still my heart.
Oh..which reminds me James Hand has a new CD coming out this August. It's called Shadow
On The Ground. If you like country music...old country music..like Hank Williams used to sing..you will love James Hand. You can go to his website and find out where he's playing and if he's playing near you, you have to check him out..Tell him Jackie sent you. Just don't mention anything about rocking the trailer out at his Mama's...
It's summer time so that means family reunions and the Kaska's will have theirs at the Abbott Catholic Church on July 12.
Kurt Anton is engaged to Caryn Noelle Lea and they will marry at First United Methodist Church in Richardson, Texas.
Two new babies were born. Sarah Jo Foit weighted 7 pounds, 12 ounces and 19.5 inches long. Darian Ezar Peters weighed 7 pounds, 6 ounces, and 19.5 inches long.
Eric Werlinger graduated from Texas A&M with a Bachelor of Arts degree in political science and history with minors in economics and Spanish.
They are throwing a welcome home/Birthday party at Out West Bar & Grill for our returning soldier Bubba Zahirniak. Or as they call him...Sgt. Bubba.
Doug Snokhous, Gregory Paul Karlik, and Ronald Joe Sulak all passed away. All 3 of them...were 52 years old..How sad is that..and strange.
State National Bank is celebrating its 100th year in business. I'm trying to remember..but I don't think I have ever been inside the State National Bank..I'm a PointWest Bank and Trust customer. So never had any need to go to the other bank.
There were 30 Czech Republican visitors visiting in town last week. They were on their way to Fort Worth for the American Sport and Cultural Festival. The international event was scheduled through from Tuesday to Sunday. The event includes the XXII American Slet, USAG General Gymnastics National and Pan American Gymnastics Gala. Ray and Clarice Snokhous had 100 of them at their home for lunch and I'm sure there were plenty of kolaches and sausage.
70 years ago C. W. Holloway, president of the State National Bank went on a vacation to Galveston.
The Centex Stixx, 12 and under baseball club, competed in the Super Series Texas State Tournament with a perfect 6-0 record. So they are the CHAMPS. The West Youth League baseball and softball teams are still playing. Old Corner Drug's team beat the Kiwanis team 11-1
West Food Mart has some new meats..They have ox tails, tongue, tripe, chicken necks/backs, and beef hearts. (catering to the hispanic crowd, but I like it too.)I snagged one of the tongues and cooked it today. It's soo good. Made a hot sauce to go with it and it rocks. Annie is crazy about tongue. But then what pussy isn't happy with a little tongue. Community Grocery has rump roast on sale for $2.19 a pound and pork ribs $1.49 a pound.
My friend Mike Marek came by for a visit today. I gave him one of the old computers and will get Inky to help me get the other 2 and take them over to his house. Mike and his brother Gary grew up with David and Thom and are like my kids. They're mom Hannah(who has a thick Czech accent) calls me 'the boys other mother.'...
I've been taking pictures but haven't taken them to Babs to have her download them. So will have to do with the West pictures. Guess that's about all the news worth printing here.
Other than the fact that it's 105fuckingdegrees out..and will continue to be at least 105 all the way through next week. No rain in sight..But jeez, the clouds..wow. They are just big fat and fluffy. I heart clouds.
Oh something that has absolutely nothing to do with West but had to mention it. Did anyone watch the first night of the Superstars? Oh man. I laughed so hard I peed myself. T.O. Owens was paired up with some actress/model what ever..and he sucked. He sucked so bad that she went off on him . Made fun of him. Harassed him something fierce. Kept saying 'and you call yourself an athlete? You make a Million dollars? Doing what?' oh my Goddess, it was hysterical. She wouldn't shake his hand, wouldn't even show the slightest bit of interest in being a good sport with him. Just called him names all the way ..his reply? I feel sorry for your boyfriend. Oh man. It was just the best thing I have ever seen. Every thing all of us football fans that had the misfortune to have him play on our team got to listen to someone call him out on his 'abilities'...oh life is good.
Except for the fact that I can't get blogger to download the pictures I had for this post. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

MONDAY MORNING STUMBLES


I may make this a regular photo for Mondays..











the orange cone ones is for Intense guy..hahahah










this one is for Willym
































guess who was adopted?























special for David Caradine..











for all you dog owners..




















NITWIT UPDATE



just a short note...I have talked to him(at him, he can't talk) and Rose(she talks) and he went outside today.they took him outside..I thought that was terrific.She said he is doing better. Every day I think he gets a little better..Rose puts him on the phone and I get to talk with no interruptions(my kind of conversation) and I make him laugh..I told him that Sooner has turned into a woman. Every since he bought his home all he does is decorate and work on his porch and yard. He even named his rose bush.(the beautiful rose is Hannah, after his even more beautiful duaghter.).I told Nitty that we told him he was turning into a pussy..I heard this strangling noise, so I'm hoping that was an attempt at laughter. I asked him if he had started getting his get well cards yet(then said grunt twice if no, once for yes)...he made that strangling noise again. Rose said he had gotten 2 of them so far..She said it really means a lot to him.So thank you my friends for being friendly to my buddy..

On a sadder note..my friend in England Paul(Oldenoughtomoan) died from his cancer. He had been bravely fighting it for several years and died this past Tuesday. It breaks my heart..He had just gotten married and had a lovely wife and kids..Just came back from a great vacation in Ireland and Scotland, so glad that he got to spend that special time with his family. I will continue to light a candle and pray for him and his family. I am sure the Goddess has swept him up into her arms and is making a place at the table for him.
I hope all of you daddy's out there had a wonderful Fathers Day...Your all the best in my book...
In the immortal words of that great wordsmith Billy Pilgrim...I love you sonsabitches.

....... MY DADDY.......

He called me "Jackson"...If I ran a gaggle of nuns over with my blue jeep he would have said "I'm sure she has a good reason."...He was kind, gentle sweet man. He took great pride in being a good son, tried to be a good husband and was a great father. He was a good man..Websters defines the word 'good' as Satisfactory in quality or kind. Worthy, pleasing, benevolent, well-behaved(well, not always), desirable,favorable, considerate and reliable. Yes, M/Sgt. Frank Russell Roycroft was a good man. He allowed me to be who I wanted to be and always tried to steer me to the right decision. Some times I followed...some times I took a different path...He was always there waiting for me. He loved being a grandpa..but mostly....he loved me...

Saturday, June 20, 2009

stummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmble

I'm hoping this will keep you busy till I post the pictures I have been taking. will also do a stumble post for your Monday too...and incidentally?...there is jackshit on TV. When does football season start?




the turtle ones are for Billy Pilgrim.





This is for sling and tex and galt.










for all the grandmas



































this is for the shark lady.






















red neck smoke alarm.










For intense guy.














mutant ninja turtle beach






















for Jan









this one is for babs..who is going to be starting her 'quiting smoking' again. Monday.
















you know who you are.







ok...I have to admit..I saw this t-shirt and I fell out onto the floor laughing.





















Pulling off the ultimate bluff.









love....we haz it.




Thursday, June 18, 2009

NITWIT UPDATE


Holy shit...I called up at the hospital and talked to Rose..they had just taken out the tubes from chest, throat, mouth and ass for all I know..every where...He can't talk..too weak..throat too sore. He's still bad...I somethings think I only hear what I want to hear and sort of down played what she was saying about his recovery..He's still in ICU...He's lost lots of weight..he's still very ill...Poor Rose is up to her ass in alligators with him, the kids, grand kids, and a job..This family needs serious prayers and candles..
She held the phone up to his ear so he could hear me..I told him to 'get your ass out of that hospital bed...don't make me come to Ohio and kick your ass...I don't think I'd like Ohio...they vote funny up there.' Told him he would receive a bunch of get well cards..and where I said if you want to send cards I'd send the address..well, now I'm ASKING YOU to get the address and send cards..I really think it would help...I'm going to send some books..although he's too weak to read them, at least it will give him something to look forward to..I'm sending some bubble bath for Rose as I'm sure she needs something to make her feel good too...She is upset with him because he won't take the morphine as he's worried about getting addicted to it..I told her to tell him' the tough guy routine only works for John Wayne and he ain't no John Wayne'...she said he was trying to laugh ...
ok...here's the deal...you all know by now I'm the big ole ass kicking granny...but underneath all that crap is the friend...the friend that loves her friends...and I love ole Nitty...this is just breaking my heart. So I'd really appreciate it if all of you that were so generous to me and Annie would do the same for my friend Nitwit and send the cards...not just one...but several...I need my friend back.
thanks..ydg

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

ONCE HE WAS LOST..AND NOW HE'S BEEN FOUND

Ha!...When I was married to Jack the dearly departed 3 and final husband..he used to call me 'fucking Colombo'...because he would hide his pills, booze, etc. and I would find them and flush or throw them out.'...He would be convinced he had found the perfect hiding place and I would walk into the garage ...look around...tap my cheek with my finger and go..it's up there on the top of the garage door on the left...and there it would be...He'd freak out..'how the fuck did you know?'

...I'd just smile and go flush his black beauties down the toilet. To me.? It was simple..Jack was 6' 1 inches tall and I just figured out where the highest place would be if he stood flat footed and put something up in a hurry(running from me)and everything else in the garage was lower than that..so elementary my dear Watson..elementary...Oh the left side?....that was the farthest from the door. Why am I telling you this?...Because I have a great friend here on my blog and Internet and he dropped out of sight.and I fucking found him...Most of you know NitWit...Steve...My buddy..my bestest buddy on line..He is one of the first friends I made on line...him, Babs, Sooner, Tex, Billy, Nancy, Kevin..But I love Steve the most....he and I have the same sense of weird humor..I loved his family by proxy..His wife and granddaughter were the recipients of my Lime Green Baby Phats and the black converse sneakers. I have grown to love his family by his posts about them.. I knew he had been feeling badly, but he didn't complain..just a casual mentioning...A few years ago when he was talking about how his hands split and were dry and cracking and very painful..I sent him a small tub of Teets Balm...It's a balm that you put on cows udders to keep them smooth and soft from the elements..It made the farmers hands so soft that it now is being sold for peoples ..So I sent some to Steve..He said he had a hell of a time explaining why he was getting teets balm from some french guy in Texas.(Jacque)...after explaining, I'm not sure his wife really understood, but I won them over by sending the baby phats and the converse shoes..Anyhow..I had his address, I had a phone number I got off the net but it was disconnected..So I didn it the old fashioned way..Called 1-411 and had AT&T find his number for me...I called today and asked for Mr. D. and got to speak to the son.. and Steve is in the hospital where he has been very very ill..Had part of his intestines removed...They tried to take his lap top up there so he could get in touch with us..but no reception..He's supposed to be coming home soon. I will call back and talk to Mrs. Steve and get the hospital address so I can send him dirty get well cards..Oh..the best part?..When I told his son I was Jackie Denney from West, Texas I said you don't know me but I know you and I'm a friend on your fathers and he said are you yellowdoggranny?...My reputation proceeds me...So..for all you guys who are buddies of ole NitWits'...email me and I'll send you his home address and we can start sending him get well cards...
I have to admit I was really afraid to ask his son how he was for fear he was going to say he croaked ...Thank you Goddess...Now will start doubling up on the candles and prayers..We all need our Nitwit back...