Wednesday, April 25, 2012

HLS Saving you from one fictitious enemy

after another:

Not a minute too soon, the Department of Homeland Security has announced that it is creating “environmental justice” units that will be empowered to oversee regulations in conjunction with local governments throughout the country. The framework for the Environmental Justice Working Group includes eleven federal government agencies, including the TSA, the Secret Service and FEMA. Go big or go home, right?

Oh brother where art thou and your freedom now?

Environmental Justice Working Group? Sounds like a bad marvel comic hero group doesn't it?

Gobbley goop , double speak from the mission statement of your Environmental Justice Units.

As described in the 2010 Quadrennial Homeland Security Review (QHSR), our Nation’s vision of homeland security is a homeland safe and secure, resilient against terrorism and other hazards, and where American interests and aspirations and the American way of life can thrive. In seeking to fulfill this vision, the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) aspires to avoid burdening minority and low-income populations with a disproportionate share of any adverse human health or environmental risks associated with our efforts to secure the Nation.

What ever that means, which I suspect is whatever the they want it to.


This doesn't make me look fat does it?

The song re-running in my head "might" show some age, but then maybe not...

It's not as if this was running around up there:

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

One of life's little mysteries

What's up with socks?

How is it possible that I can put guaranteed pairs in the washing machine and when they come out of the dryer I only have one to the set?

Do socks have secret lives we know nothing about?

Are there underground catacombs that connect washers and dryers around the world that we mere  humans can't access, see or sense?

Do they get tired of their partner and go off and seek new ones?

Do they grow weary of my detergent and seek machines with better fabric softener or *gasp* a human that uses bleach?

How is it that (occasionally) socks will show up in a size that NO one currently wears? One offs  that I know I have never bought in my life?

And just where do the missing socks go?

Where do those other's come from?

Questions that will be left unanswered....

Monday, April 23, 2012

Heeeeeey Laaaaaadies!!!!!!

Do remember back in the 90's?

How the Hot Glue Gun was woman's equivalent to guys and their duct tape?

How you used the darn thing so much, for the sake of ease, you had one on each floor?

How when you found out that there was a low temp glue gun you danced the gig because it meant the end of burnt finger tips and melted finger nails?

How you would use it for everything from hemming your drapes to sticking back on that nasty piece of wainscoting that keeps popping off?

How you would be saved the trouble of hemming your kids too long jeans by just applying a few droplets of the magical glue and presto no sewing marks on the jean legs and what the heck they will just need to be brought down in a few weeks anyway?

How it was super duper great at repairing that wallpaper who's glue had given up the ghost?

Na... me neither.....

And no I did not just clean out my closet and come across a glue gun and a huge bag full of assorted glue sticks.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

That's a tad tacky ..

Might have something to do with the little ones running around wearing straw hats, hobby horses and pretending to hold up the stage coach. (have I ever mentioned some days I crave a little piece of quiet?)

But this is the song stuck in my head, that I am grooving to whilst I go about my business...

Much to the chagrin of the Cattleman.  :O)

ya all come back now ya hear?

Friday, April 20, 2012

Move over Alec Baldwin

You might be addicted to "Words with Friends" If :

You go to a sporting event and you see a player's jersey name has a  Z in it and you immediately wonder if the game would accept it or if you see some long name like ...oh I don't know.... Klinkhammer... and  you think to your self:

 Aw man the words and points I could make with the letters with that name....

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Have you ever ?

when your partner comes to bed,
wakes you up,
adjusts pillows,
moves around endlessly,
turns on the light to remove a hangnail that got caught on a something,
readjusts pillows,
wraps covers around self like a cocoon,
takes covers off because they decide they are too hot or too heavy,
adjusts pillows,
decide socks need to come off to be comfortable,
adjusts pillows,
turn radio off because that HAS got to be the thing that is keeping them awake,
adjusts pillows...

and if you even so much as sigh, they ask stupid questions like:

How come your awake?

Which just makes you want to smack them upside the head , (baseball bat or cast iron frying pan anyone?) but you don't because you know tomorrow it won't even be on your radar of important stuff?

Na me neither......

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

I thought Freud was Austrian....

not Swedish......who knew?

Slippery bugger that Freud.

I note that the article changed it's picture from the one of the laughing Minister of Culture feeding the "black person" their own innards ( a somewhat nostalgic throw back to the days when our rulers didn't even try to hide their distain for the little people) to a photo of  just the cut cake.

They still have it up at Small Dead Animals.

Where you been?

You every go through life thinking you got the tiger by the tail, you have it all figured out and them


Reality slaps you up the head?

Life is like that don't cha know, reality interrupts the living with......well reality and the natural hiccups  of being human on this  planet.

Nothing tragic, just a stopping of the skipping to tread softly and work on a few things, life gets complicated and very busy occasionally, it has done that and something needed to give.

We are all still breathing and some days there is something to said (gratefully) about that basic truth.

I wish to thank folks who missed me and let it be known, I appreciated it very much.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

May the fleas of a thousand Camels

infest your nether regions and may your arms be too short to scratch.

No this isn't for you so don't sweat it,

it's for her over  here, yeah that one over there..

To the one who gave my 7 year old ( Aspergers ) daughter a CD of the Chipettes for her Birthday.

YA you!

Delightful aren't they?

Well now my sweet daughter is under the impression that this is a boni fide, universally, socially acceptable way to talk and sing her way through life.


You know of course I will find away to return the favour...I'm thinking blinky noisy ray guns for ALL your boys with a whole case of batteries. They need them badly.

It's true what they say it is better to give then receive....