C Doo Dah's Chitter Chat: 05.2006 <$BlogMetaDatCa$>

Friday, May 26, 2006

Blog Ketch-up

Sorry that I haint blogged ya'll for a bit.

I gonna splain, then I got some stuff to gets offa my chest.

Work has been unbearably busy. Home life is in termoil. Elmer and I are pretty close to callin it kapoots. He and I done had it out the other day, I told him I was plumb tired of doin it all and sits on his ass readin the paper or watchin the television. He swears is never wrong UGH I fuggin hates me them bullheaded people. My baby aint a baby no mo, Ellie started her period.

And then, 2 things happened yesterday, both are related yet separate, which brings me ta the reason that I blog today, I gots ta get this off of my chest.

Before I blogged, and a little into the beginning of bloggin, I was a poster on a message board.

Now, if'n ya'll aint never been on a message board, then ya'll in for a wide open eye awakenin. It is a little weirder than bloggin, for people get catty and fight and hide behind numerous names and pretend they arent that name (they call it trolling), well, needless ta say, it gets pretty nasty. To boot, it was majority women, and figger women who aint got nuttin better ta do with most their day than talk to pretend pals on a message board. Now, I unnerstand there is exceptions to that, like me, I was on for a few hours a day, hell, I own a business. But if'n ya were to go in at any given time, morning noon night, middle of night, some of those broads were on there ALL THE TIME. Jeeez, what a sad life and existence.

I has dropped that part of my life for the blog world, people comment, they dont fight. I has made some blog pals, we check each other's blogs and laugh and comment. HNT is fun, I aint never seen anybody tell one person they was flabby or ugly when posting a HNT. Everbody is cool with each other.

These broads on the MB have been doing what they call "trolling", and that is that hiding behind fake names and picking on people who in everday think they are friends. It is backstabbin in the worst way. You get to know a person on the board, then troll and say the things that will hurt them the most. If you let anything out about yourself, you are in for an attack. They will pick on anything, and it is really sad. People are truly hurt over this stuff.

One chick even gets on, starts a topic like racism, or something people has really big opinions about, then says "Oh, welll I gots to run and work/eat lunch/do something" and supposedly leaves, when in fact, she backs out just as arguing commences, maybe pops in as a name nobody thinks is her, makes trouble, when all her pals come to her rescue, comes back in and says the same thing every time, "LMAO, this board cracks me up!". It takes a real peanut brain to figure this broad out, but yet, some of them are so blind to her, it is halarious. She has a following who claim that she never fights. GAWD some people are SO FUGGIN BLIND.

Ok, so I was at this point of seldom ever posting on there because I had got my blog groove on and was enjoying myself. I had done left the petty shit behind and was happier for it.

About 4 months ago, a friend asks me to pop in and have some fun. So, I go on this particular day and have goofy fun, posting fun stuff, like "remember when" 1970s stuff. We was all having the time of our lives remembering banana seats and Dr Scholls and Candies shoes, I had a Mrs Beasley doll, etc etc etc. When out the blue, comes this chick out of nowhere and claims I was this nasty troll that had been pesterin some of the women on that board a few weeks before. Now, I saw that troll, and I actually agreed with the troll, all he did was point out some quirks, but really did no one any harm like others have.

Needless to say, I was a bit shocked, cause I sure nuf dont have all dammm day long like some these women on there that waste their lives away on this board. I was hurt. I dont know why I cared so much, but I hates being falsely accused of something.

I had this friend on this board who I had grown pretty close with. She was, and still is, alot like me. She knows me, and I asked her to stick up for me. She refused. I was blown away. This girl and I had gone beyond the message board, we knew each other's addresses and phone numbers, we emailed every day, several times a day. I cared very deeply for her, like a life long friend. I sent a monetary donation for her sister who has terrible MS and is a single mom. I sent herbs from my garden. I sent Christmas gift. When she refused to stand by me and simply say "DooDah is not like that" I was offended. Yes, I lashed at her. I called the friendship quits. I am the truest friend that you will ever have. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. I am brutally honest, but I am as loyal as a dog. My friends I have had all of my life know this. I am a friend thru thick and thin, and ya can count on me for anything. Somebody doesnt return the friendship, yes, I has harsh words to say.

Then, the troll stuff erupts again yesterday. Not that I was on that board, I have avoided the anger there for a long time, havent even missed it. I recvd a bunch of emails from those people letting me know it was happening (probably hoping I would go in and argue, just so they can get their jollies). One of which was my friend. I have not heard from her for months. Then out the blue, she emails, with a little angel picture, and wants to know if I knew the truth, and if indeed I was that troll. I was pissed, the fuggin girl never knew me at all. If she did, she would know it wasnt me.

So I blew at her. Nicely at first. I was like "why did you now decide to email me"?

She wrote back "why not?? the fake sugar was fuggin drippin offa that email. I could have just seen her batting her eyelashes. . . .

So I ripped her a new one.

Of course, being bullheaded like my Elmer, and being so much like me, she tossed it all back on me.

I was like OOOOOOOOOOO KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY, is this chick worth my blood pressure any more? NO

Do I care what she and those others that I havent talked to for months think about me anymore? NO

Now, the oddest part comes forth - I lurk in and peek at what is going on and why my name is in this, and I find out that another friend has faked-up an email from me, and diced up the verbage and sent it to others to try to prove I was the troll. I was like, looking thru history of my emails and I found the one she forwarded, and it didnt say those things. When she forwarded, she edited words in and out of my portion of the email.

I mean, really, this whole blog post, my mind races to tell you and to try to comprehend, why are people like this?

What possible pleasure do people get from making people upset? and then faking it to make somebody else, an innocent bystander, the culpret?


Thursday, May 18, 2006


here I am
Im here on yo scene

I can give you what you want
But you gotta come-a home with me
I got some good ole lovin
and I got some mo in store
When I get ta throwin on you
You gotta come-a runnin back for more
Women come along a dime by the dozen
They aint nothing but ten cent lovin
Hey little thing
let me light your candle
cause honey Im sure hard to handle now

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

American Idol Gripin

Ok, like I thought American Idol was kinda boring last night.

Granted, I thought all 3 done blowed it out and pulled out stops. Well, Taylor and Elliot did, I thought Katharine screwed it up with her final (and her) song choice.

I hope she goes buh-BYE tonight. She should'da went last week.

I am continually amazed by Elliott, he gets better and better ever week. He was amazing last night.

Taylor is just out and out outstanding and I has thought so since day 1. His stage personna MAKES him a star. Simon may call it queer and odd dancing, but isnt that what entertaining is all about? Nobody said you had to be a good dancer, but he feels the music, that makes him a star. Love him.

BUT, I did think he should'da hit that high note on the You Are So Beautiful song last night.

BUT! CHRIS DAUGHTRY SHOULD HAVE WON THE WHOLE FUGGIN THING. The dude ROCKED and STAYED TRUE to his style, improvised standards to make it his style, and totally was suppose to win. When he sang Johnny Cash, or Elvis, he turned it to his song. I would SO buy his CD, especially if he recorded that Johnny Cash song.

I have read up on the internet news shit, and they say there was controversy last Tuesday night when people were making calls on his numbers, they recvd recordings from other contestants thanking for the vote! Makes you wonder, , , , , , , , hmmmmm since Chris already was a star, did they fix it so he would be off and open the way for somebody else?

I also think Chris needs to forget Fuel. Their style, yes, is like his, but it is strictly that. He showed versitality in his solo singing on Idol, therefore, I think he would be MUCH more successful in a solo career.

Anyway, my feathers done got ruffled last week, and Idol just wasnt the same without him on there. I didnt vote last night, cause I was torn between Elliot and Taylor. If'n I could'da voted somebody OFF, I would'da voted Katharine off.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Amazing Disappearing Blog

Come one Come All

See the amazing disappearing blog


I dont know what happened to all 10 of my W items, and I was purty proud of that list dadgummit. Oh well, chalk er up ta just one more weird event that happened on blogspot.

Now, I cant see the color chart for the fonts. I hope this comes up black.

fugggin problems, man.

Monday, May 15, 2006

MMM - The Letter W

MeMeMonday - I shore nuf was tagged by Le Chat Qui A Peur Friday, and she done gived me the letter W. I thunk hard on this'un, and I thoughts it wudda been easier, maybe so hadnt she gave me an easier letter! UGH Well, here goes - 10 things abouts me usin the letter W.

I likes all things warm from weather to colors. Hell, I even drinks my soda kinda warm. The only thing I likes cold is milk and beer, and they hasta be ice cold. But, back to warm: I loves me some warm sunny days in the spring, summer and fall. Hot is not warm, I hates it when it is too hot. My favorite colors that I wear (other than my favorite black) are warm, and I also decorate in these colors: red, orange brown, moss, gold, dark purples, dusky colors. Hell I even likes my smells that way too cause I loves sandlewood and musky earthy smells, the flowery ones gag me. Well, cept lilacs. I love lilacs.

Thats me in a nutshell. My sense of humor and my personality. I am a huge goof and I loves ta make people smile. There, thatun was easy. Wicked also could explain other traits.

I didnt used to be all wicked and wacky. When I was a kid, I was the lanky long legs knees bigger than any other bone in body kid. I looked like a geek. I was afraid of people and socializing. I WAS the last kid picked on a team, any sport, in elementary school. My best friend made the cheerleader, I did not, subsequently, she ended up going with that crowd and forgetting me. All the neighborhood kids that I runned with, I loved Scott. Scott wasnt a wallflower, and never did look twiced at me, cept to play kick the can or to say hi. I decided when I was the fugly duckling

that if'n I ever got some meat on my bones, got purty, and made something myself, I'da never treat anybody that they was different.

I am a clean freak. I wash my teeth maybe 4 time

Friday, May 12, 2006

Why God Made Mommas

Another email that I done received of late, I share this because I am too dang gum busy to blog after takin the day off yesterday to git my teeth worked on. I promise next week I will git back atcha with some original Doodah bloggin.

Answers was given by 2nd graders to the following questions :

Why did God make mothers?
1. She the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.

How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my Mom just the same like I was made. Just used bigger parts.

What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.

Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.

What kind of little girl was your mom?
1. My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.

What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer? Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?

Why did your Mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats alot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.

Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.

What's the difference between moms and dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home, & dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
4. Moms have magic; they make you feel better without medicine.

What does your Mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

What would it take to make your Mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.

If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.


Thursday, May 11, 2006

no I didnt forget HNT

yes I know it is HNT.
I am protesting Chris being voted off
American Idol last night.
That completely SUCKS.
That, and I had major dental work done this morning,
3hrs 25 minutes with my mouth open.
The Bourbon and Coke isnt helping much. . . . . .
yet. . . . . . . but I cannot feel my toes anymore.
then I didnt like my toenail color so I paintbrushed
them to match my shoes.
I am woman, I can do that, hear me ROAR
hee hee heeeee YEE FUCKIN HAW!

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Doo Dah's Friendly Reminder . . .

. . . ta git your Momma something - Momma's day is SUNDAY.

Momma Day is the MOST IMPORTANT day there is.

If'n ya gettin her a card, get the gadammm card in the mail TODAY ya freak.

Here is ta my Momma:

1. My momma done taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.

"If ya goin ta kill each other, go an do it outside. I just finished cleaning."

2. My momma done taught me RELIGION.

"Ya'll better pray that will come out of that there carpet."

3. My momma shore nuf taught me about TIME TRAVEL.

"If'n ya don't straighten yer ass up, I'ma goin to knock ya clean ta the middle of next week!"

4. My momma done taught me LOGIC.

"Because I says so, that's why."

5. Then my momma taught me MORE LOGIC.

"If'n ya fall out of that there swing and break yer neck, ya not going to the store with me an carry the groceries fer me."

6. My momma taught me FORESIGHT.

"Ya'll make sure yer wearin clean underwear, jus'in case yer in an accident or sumptin."

7. My momma shore did teach me IRONY.

"Keep on'a crying, and I'll be givin ya sumptin ta cry about."

8. My momma did taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.

"Shut yer mouth and eat yer supper."

9. My momma even teached me about CONTORTIONISM.

"Will ya jus' look at that there dirt on the back of yer neck and behind yer ears!"

10. My momma done taught me about STAMINA.

"Ya'll sit there until all that liver'n onions is plumb gone."

11. My momma shore did teach me about WEATHER.

"This here room of yourn looks lik'a dammed tornada went clean through it."

12. My momma tried ta teach me about HYPOCRISY.

"If'n I tole you oncest, I've done tole ya a million times. Don't be exaggeratin!"

13. My momma done taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.

"I done brought ya into this here world, and I shore nuf can take ya out."

14. My momma teached me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.

"Stop actin up like yer daddy!"

15. My momma taught me all about ENVY.

"There er millions of less fortunate children in this here world who shore nuf don't be havin' wonderful parents like ya'll do."

16. My momma did taught me about ANTICIPATION.

"Just ya wait til we gits home."

17. My momma shore did taught me about RECEIVING.

"Ya'll are going to git it when ya gits home!"

18. My momma done taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.

"If'n ya don't stop that there crossing yer eyes, they's gonna get stuck that way."

19. My momma teached me ESP.

"Put yer jacket on, doan'cha think I knows when yer cold?"

20. My momma shore nuf taught me HUMOR.

"When that there lawn mower cuts yer foot off, don't ya'll come a-running ta me."

21. My momma did teached me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.

"If'n ya don't be eatin yer vegetables, ya'll never grow up and git outta here."

22. My momma taught me GENETICS.

"Yer just like yer dog-gum daddy."

23. My momma did teach me all about my ROOTS.

"Shut that there door behind ya! Ya'll think ya's born in a barn?"

24. My momma done taught me WISDOM.

"When ya gits ta be my age, ya'll understand."

And my favorite:

25. My momma shore nuf was right when she taught me about JUSTICE.

"It'll be yer turn in the bucket, one day ya'll have kids, and I knows they'll turn out jus like ya"

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Illegal Immigration Bullshit


I was watchin the television last night, and there was this there thing on this immigration debate goin on in the United States.

To me, it is a STUPID arguement and here is why.

There is already a law on the books that defines legal immigrants and illegal immigrants. Illegal means just that - ILLEGAL - AGAINST THE LAW.

If'n ya wants ta live in the United States of America, then Goddammmit, do it legally.

PLAIN AND FUCKIN SIMPLE AS THAT. If'n ya is doing it illegally, then ya is breakin the laws of this land ya wants to live in so frickin bad, and you DO NOT DESERVE THAT RIGHT. PERIOD.

from NPR: There are more than 11 million undocumented immigrants living in the United States, and more arrive each day - - putting a strain on health and education services, but also filling low-wage jobs in the US economy.

God Bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her,
and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains,
to the prairies,
To the oceans,
white with foam
God bless America,
My home sweet home.

Monday, May 08, 2006

MeMe Monday

Elmer and I had a good weekend. I has done put aside my anger and just cut loose.

Cinco de Mayo was messed up this year because of Ellie Mae's dance, so we had a party at home! The boys put on swim trunks, Hawaiian shirts left open, straw hats. John Boy was jealous of Elmer's chest hair, so we cut some from the back of his head and pasted it on his chest. It was a RIOT!!!!!!!

We made chicken tacos and homemade margueritas and tossed shots of Herendura. (well, Elmer and I did, the kids werent allowed Tequila.) Ellie and I cut flowers from my garden and stuck them behind our ears. We had flowery sundresses on and found the Mexican channel on satellite radio. Ya know, it really was quite fun!

Between Elmer and I, we got a shitload of stuff done around here over the past 2 weekends. I had a blowup last week at him, and told him to git his shit together and offa his ass. Guess he took me serious, cause he has been workin like a dang dog round here doing stuff! I rewarded him Saturday night, and got a feel-good O of my own ((wink wink)).

Yesterday, we skipped church (highly unusual for me to allow) and slept with the windows open. Well, that cool breeze and birds chirpin and shit, well, I went for another O, and them morning Os are DAMMMM GOOD! ((hee hee hee)) We kinda got things done and still played a tad lazy. it was kinda that kind a day.

Well, here is ta ya'll and I shore hopes ya'll have a wonderful week!

Friday, May 05, 2006

I Hates Fightin but I Will Not B a Target

ahhhh, my dear L, but I believe that I know you better than most.

You are correct, Ch, dont like it dont read it, and I didnt read L's blog for several days, biting my tongue.

Curiosity got the cat, I guess, because knowing L the way that I do, I really thought he would be the good guy and admit and/or delete, but I came back to blaming others and the pals knowing everything.

You see, I agree with ya'll that L is deep and really a great dude. I was simply disappointed he blamed others. Why did he jump to the stark and fast conclusion that he was done with blogging, before this all erupted, you ask?

L knows. And so do I.

As far as the rest of ya that jumped to a conclusion about me, oh well, my life and blog goes on. I really am sorry that you feel that way.

So, I say to you all, and especially L, may peace be with you. And as K says....BLOG ON!

Friday Frivolity - Black Russians being Served

Ok ya'll, belly up to the bar.
Today, the house is serving

1 1/2 oz Vodka
3/4 oz Kahlua

Pour over ice cubes in old-fashioned cocktail glass.

Serves: 1
Fucks you UP, shit, it is only booze and ice.

And, ya'll better not laugh at my Black Russian Dude,

I had a helluva time painting that hat on.

addendum 2:30cst:

OK OK OK. . . . . YES I KNOW it is May 5. I sorry, but I chose to serve Black Russians this morning to get me kick started, and we are heading out for Margs and Sangrias - chips and salsa dancing later.


Thursday, May 04, 2006

HHNT! Back In Black

Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long
I'm glad to be back
Yes I'm
let loose
from the noose
That's kept me hangin' about
I been livin like a star
'cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse
'cause I never die
I got nine lives
cat's eyes
abusing every one of them and running wild

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

10 Weirdest Thangs 'bout Me

Ok, I have been officially tagged for the first time, TWICED! Erika and Le Chat Qui A Peur got me at one time. I have always just stole the shit before LOL - now somebody wuvs me ((sniffle / wipes tear))

They is close, Erika's was 20 things about me, Le Chat's was 10 WEIRD things about me. So, I pick Le Chat's because there just hain't 20 things that dammm interesting 'bout me, but there shore nuf is 10 WEIRD things. . . .some other time, k Erika?


1. I wear only thongs. An I dont be meaning my flipflops, I mean my undies. But, when Aunt Flo does come knockin on the door, it puts me in a pissy ole mood because for 3 ta pert near 4 days, I has ta wear them ole granny panties. Dont get me a started, now honey-child. hrmph I hates hates hates panty lines, they bug the shit outta me I am diggin at em all the time.

2. I do love runny eggs and hashbrowns all mixed up like my Great Grampa used to do. I dont even minds doin it in a restaurant, but shore hafta glare back at the people who gives me funny looks when I wipe my chin. I know what some ya thinking so - EGGS YOLK YA PERVERTS!

3. I own my own business. That I like. I like bein boss-lady to the girls I employ, and I dang shore takes care of them - I carry them out ta lunches and give them bonuses when they do a little extra above and beyond. Thing of it is, I hate what I do fer a livin. I have been doin this most my life as I took care it for my Momma and Daddy whilst they owned their own store, I worked the books. I am bored to tears with Accounting and sittin at this here desk.

4. I is the buckyest person ya'll ever meet. One my nicknames Elmer call me is Tigger, cause when I get excited and all, I starts jumpin, bouncin dancing and shit, makes Elmer laugh his fool ass off. Weird thing is, that I has problems with depression. Guess that makes me a maniac-depressed person, real high highs and extreme lows.

5. I have long legs. I mean REALLY long. 36 inch inseam long. My assend goes clean up to Elmer's ribcage. Elmer, on the other hand, does have short'ens and a real long long torso.

6. I hate my face, although I has been told I am beautiful and look like Julia Roberts. Is that really weird, cause dont all women hate their own appearance? I hate my dark circles under my eyes, my ski slope nose, my almost Indian but mostly Sweedish skin color, I hate my thin wispy straight as a fucking string mousy dirt brown hair. UGH! Can I just PLEASE be somebody else??

7. I carry my camera everyfuckinwhere. I even carried one time into church out of habit, and the priest raised his eyebrow disapprovingly at me, so I stuffed it in my daighter's purse. Ya just dont know when you might hafta snap a photo. Ya'll might have seen my photo blog, I swear I have 10frickinthousand photos in my pc not of outdoors things.

8. I am the most loyal, brutally honest, wear my heart on my sleeve person ya'll will ever meet. I say what I think, I mean what I say, I do what I tell you I will do, and I hate it when people trash other people and I dont mind tellin them. That makes me less in your eyes, then I dont have a problem tellin ya to fuck yerself. How dare you talk about others when you havent walked in their shoes. Look in the mirror lately? God shore nuf did not make a one of us perfect. We all has flaws, and I loves all ya until you talk about somebody's physical attributes in a poor way. Then, I totally has no respect for ya.

9. I was the bone skinny awkward geeky girl in High School, and after goin to my 20 yr reunion, I ended up to be the nicest lookin and prettiest of the adult women. All the men were like DANG. "I learned the truth at Seventeen, that love was meant for beauty queens"

10. I am an avid Pittsburgh Steeler fan. I mean stark raving mad avid. I BLEED BLACK AND GOLD. And, I am not a fly-by-night Steeler fan, just because they won the Superbowl. I have liked them since I was a kid. Could be, MAYBE, could be that my brother was a Dallas fan and I had to root for the other team.

NOW, my turn to tag somebody - I choooooose . . . . . POODY, MOLLY and NON-BLONDE.


I have done been told that I have a lovely blend of Southern-Northern, but that has been by mostly Southerners. When I go back home up North, they laugh every time I talk. (and FYI, this way that I blog, well, it might be a tad put on for kicks grins and giggles)

Booze of choice
Margueritas and San't Gria
Several choices of wine, Pinot Noir mostly
Lately, I have craved Baily's, tho, and have opted for that over ice.

Chore I hate
Putting the clothes away.
I dont mind washin them, I just fuckin hate putting the shit away.

Dog or Cat
Slutpuppie Ruby
6 birds
had 12 rabbits, now down to 3
multitudes of other critters runnin loose round here.

Essential electronics
Digital Camera and this computer
VCR cause I never sit long enough to catch a full eppy of my favs: AI, LOST and GH

Favorite perfume
Now, this is where the redneck in my goes flyin out the window, cause I shore do have expensive taste in this subject:
When I feel springy, I love Jessica McClintock because it smells like a lilacs and honeysuckle. When I am in my suits, I enjoy wearing Organza Indecence Eau De Parfum by Givenchy. Sultry mood - I toss on BVLGARI Eau De Parfum.

Gold or Silver?
14k Gold

I would rather just say A City In The Midwest

Not very often.

Job Title
Owner / President / CEO

Ellie is 12 and John Boy is 13
I live, die and breathe for them

Living Arrangement
20 acres and large farm home we all are renovating

Most-admired trait
Honesty and Loyalty

Naughty or Nice?
Nice, but naughty

Overnight Hospital Stays
Several and I hate them

Snakes and spiders

"If you judge people, you have no time to love them." (Mother Teresa)

Devout Catholic

I have one little brother who is a huge dude (6'5" football player type)

Time I wake up

Unusual talent/skill
I can wiggle my nose like Samantha / Bewitched


Yummy foods I make
I love cooking, I especially love Bowtie Pasta and Bacon with Spinach
I favor myself a Paula Deen type

Zodiac sign

I'm tagging YOU WHO READ THIS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I just watched this movie, and am giving it a DOO DAH THUMBS UP.

Orlando Bloom is great.
Kirsten Dunst I can do without. I never have liked her.

The scenes with Drew and his father memories are outstanding. Then the drive home was awesome.

I have a list of songs that I want played at my funeral (I have given them to my brother, who happens to be a DJ) and I have now added one from my High School days - FREEBIRD.

When they played that song, I bawled. SO AWESOME!

Monday, May 01, 2006

Theft of a questionairre


Visit someplace you have never been, where would you go?
USA: San Antonio
Outside of US: Italy or Australia

Tell someone that you love them, who would it be?
My Grandma, who I never really liked in life, but miss the heck out of the ole bitch now.

Try a new hobby, what would it be and why?
Wine tasting - oh wait, I like wine anyway, but as a HOBBY, now that I like. Maybe it already is a hobby, since I drink it alot. ok can I change my answer after I have a glass of wine to think this over?

Leave something for future generations, what would it be?
My photographs of this beautiful world, as I think it will be gone soon.

Eat, what would you choose?
sushi - I love sushi and there aint no good sushi places 'round here.

Sing, what would you sing?
"At Seventeen" by Jan Ian
I wish I had known it would be different when I grew up, but at the time I was "lacking in the social graces" and "whose names were never called when choosing sides for basketball". I love that song.

Make something right, what would it be?
I would fix the one thing that makes me feel ugly.

Have lunch with someone, who would it be and why?
Robert Downey Jr
why? Just to look at him. Plus, he and his stories HAVE to be dammed interesting.

Call someone, who would it be?
Dave. But I cant. I wont.

moo moo here and moo moo there

Ole Miss Doo Dah had a farm
e i e i o

And on that farm she hadda cow
e i e i o

with a moo moo here
and a moo moo there

here a moo
there a moo
ever where a moo moo

Ole Miss Doo Dah had a farm
e i e i o
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