and didn't tell me?
1) A severed foot mailed to the P.C. party's headquarters.
2) A cannibal shot and killed in South Beach Florida after eating off his victim's face.
3) A man who stabbed himself multiple times and threw his own intestines at the police.
H/T SDA.
Update: Hand found in second package by postie with sense of smell.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Busy, busy, busy
Everything here is going well.
My breakfast club kids are going home in a few weeks which means tying up lots of loose ends medically and a whirl wind of appointments.
The youngest who had a shunt put in his head to drain off excess fluid is doing very well. He has been progressing medically (healing, kids are so resilient) and starting to progress physically too. Gaining a lot of weight, starting to hit developmental milestones he missed. The blob that lay and did nothing is crawling, playing, pulling himself up to sitting and trying to stand. His MRI showed that as fluid is being removed from his skull brain matter is decompressing and he is learning to access it.. (WTHoodles? I thought brain matter did NOT recover it's self. Doctors say they were very wrong on that assumption. OK)
He has been frustrated by his lack of communication, he couldn't do much more then grunt and point. We have been slowly teaching him sign. Yup and it took a while for him to get the connection but once he figured out it gave him a voice he learned and demanded more signs. So we taught him, we taught him in English and his regional native dialect. This child is amazing.
The others have done well and we will miss them, but I have had part of my heart stolen by that wee guy.
My breakfast club kids are going home in a few weeks which means tying up lots of loose ends medically and a whirl wind of appointments.
The youngest who had a shunt put in his head to drain off excess fluid is doing very well. He has been progressing medically (healing, kids are so resilient) and starting to progress physically too. Gaining a lot of weight, starting to hit developmental milestones he missed. The blob that lay and did nothing is crawling, playing, pulling himself up to sitting and trying to stand. His MRI showed that as fluid is being removed from his skull brain matter is decompressing and he is learning to access it.. (WTHoodles? I thought brain matter did NOT recover it's self. Doctors say they were very wrong on that assumption. OK)
He has been frustrated by his lack of communication, he couldn't do much more then grunt and point. We have been slowly teaching him sign. Yup and it took a while for him to get the connection but once he figured out it gave him a voice he learned and demanded more signs. So we taught him, we taught him in English and his regional native dialect. This child is amazing.
The others have done well and we will miss them, but I have had part of my heart stolen by that wee guy.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Stilettos and Polyester Princes
Ah my young teen years were spent listening and dancing to the Queen of Disco.
I was hot stuff for sure.
Night Donna.
I was hot stuff for sure.
Night Donna.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Not so psychedelic this Sunday,
As a child if I wanted to watch TV it was with my mother in the afternoons, she watched every old Hollywood Musical that she could. If I was quiet I didn't have to go for my afternoon nap. Probably the only time I was quiet.
You may be excused if you assume I am going to have Judy belting out Bang bang goes the Trolley ( meet me in St. Louis) or Ms. Monroe shimmy her way through Diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Nope,
Been hearing this in my head off and on for a few days now. Why? I will never know...
You may be excused if you assume I am going to have Judy belting out Bang bang goes the Trolley ( meet me in St. Louis) or Ms. Monroe shimmy her way through Diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Nope,
Been hearing this in my head off and on for a few days now. Why? I will never know...
Monday, May 7, 2012
Another Bi-centennial moment.
I don't know about you folks, but my family is in a flurry of preparations for this coming summer's Bi-centennial.
What Bi-centennial you ask?
Why June 18th of course, June 18th of 1812. Ringing any bells yet y'all?
Yeah that Bi-centennial.
The famous war of 1812.
Now the Mericans had every reason to be PO'd at the mother land, seeing as they had fought for their Independence way back in the day. But for some odd reason Britain treated them as if they forgot (Inbreeding ya think?) they were defeated and the Colonies had become independent. Sort of treated them like little kids whom they patted on the head and agreed with them and then did what ever they pretty much wanted anyway. Blockades preventing trade and things like kidnapping their men folk, impressing them into the royal navy (to fight that short guy in France) and those dastardly British daring to interfere in theslaughter, conquering management of the natives in order to keep American expansion in check. Not that the Mericans were angels mind you, they had visions of Manifest Destiny well before Manifest Destiny became cool.
With me so far?
Bet your thinking this is anti Merican post right?
Not so my 3 and 1/2 dutiful readers, just setting the table is all.
So now your wondering WThoodles is she going on about then...This is the Family Legend of how the Cattleman's family came to be in Canerder eh.....
Meanwhile back at the Outhouse they decided that Britain was really, really busy with that short guy from France and probably wouldn't even notice if they took over the northern hemisphere until it was too late. Kinda right, but really, really Wrong.
Back in good ole Ireland the Cattleman's ancestral family was barely eking out their daily bread let alone a life. All because of those absentee (British) landowners displacing everyone (the natives of Ireland, Scotland, Wales et all, treated so much better then the American natives wouldn't you say?) and their little sheep dogs too.
Monarchy of the mother land wondered: What ta do, what ta do? Brilliant plan that killed two birds with one stone. Sort of literally don't ya know.
Why not get all that Celtic ticked off testosterone off the streets, offer them three squares a day, travel to an exciting foreign destination, money for the families back in the home land and they get to kill as many upstart Americans as they can. What a plan! Brits are genius here, gets the angries off their streets, uses them to kill off the enemy or be killed. Best part Turning a negative into a positive, if the trip across the pond doesn't kill them troublesome Celts off then maybe the Mericans will.
What self respecting starving guy could resist such a tempting offer as all that? Certainly not the Cattleman's great, on top of great, on top of great, something or other Ancestral Grand Pappy.
Long story short, Ancestral Grand Pappy (AGP for short) hops a cesspool of a boat to theAmerica's
colonies. (surprisingly survives) Hangs out doing patrols and the like along the boarder in the 100th Regiment of foot (surprisingly survives) , regiment sustains serious loses, (surprisingly survives) through a not so unique combination of Americans being good shots and unsuitable clothing for Canadian winters and last but not least, rampant disease , gets folded into the 99th regiment of foot, (surprisingly survives) kicks American ass back across the boarder, (surprisingly survives) follows and helps burn the Outhouse down in 1814. (Y'all are over that wee insult by now right? Ti's just a wee blip in our enduring friendship of our two countries. Friends argue....)
Americans notice that the short guy from France is no longer keeping the Brits busy, Oh dear me lets end this now....
1815 treaty signed, nobody wins and nobody loses, an official tie so to speak (except the dead/wounded of course, but oh well stuff happens, it is called war not checkers.) Ghent treaty stabilizes the friendliest, longest boarder in the future's history.
Now the Monarch of the Mother Land has a brand new problem on their royal hands: What ta do, what ta do with all that Celtic and assorted no gooders who (surprisingly) survived? They did not want those guys back home, The short guy from France quitting caused a massive influx of previously busy Brit manhood to come back home, these regiments from the colonies are the wrong types and now they are trained??? Who wants to pay to have a problem came to your own streets???? Not the Mother land, no sire....
Ah Haaaaaa.!!!! Another two birds with one stone idea is born.
AGP was offered acreage ( just about 1000 acres of the prettiest, fertile land right on a lake, with a river flowing through it) as a gift from the Crown in appreciation for his years of dedicated service.( basically for surprisingly surviving) Brilliant. Not only did it keep his Celtic Ass in "the Colonies" it also provided a huge supply of readily available loyal settlers to colonize and make sure those upstart Americans stayed on their side of the boarder.
What self respecting starving guy could resist such a tempting offer as all that? Certainly not the Cattleman's AGP!!!!! Worked that land , sent for the wife and kiddos, only had a few at the time but ended up with 19 children (whom surprisingly survive) in total over their lifetime (my uterus hurts just thinking about that number of children) and presto a long line of Canadians who still live on that homestead, coming on two hundred years very soon.
So thank you Mericans!!!!!!
And that is the legend of how the Cattleman's family came to be on that piece of land. As with all legends I am sure there is a grain of truth and more than a smidgen of a lie. But that is their story and they are sticking to it.
What Bi-centennial you ask?
Why June 18th of course, June 18th of 1812. Ringing any bells yet y'all?
Yeah that Bi-centennial.
The famous war of 1812.
Now the Mericans had every reason to be PO'd at the mother land, seeing as they had fought for their Independence way back in the day. But for some odd reason Britain treated them as if they forgot (Inbreeding ya think?) they were defeated and the Colonies had become independent. Sort of treated them like little kids whom they patted on the head and agreed with them and then did what ever they pretty much wanted anyway. Blockades preventing trade and things like kidnapping their men folk, impressing them into the royal navy (to fight that short guy in France) and those dastardly British daring to interfere in the
With me so far?
Bet your thinking this is anti Merican post right?
Not so my 3 and 1/2 dutiful readers, just setting the table is all.
So now your wondering WThoodles is she going on about then...This is the Family Legend of how the Cattleman's family came to be in Canerder eh.....
Meanwhile back at the Outhouse they decided that Britain was really, really busy with that short guy from France and probably wouldn't even notice if they took over the northern hemisphere until it was too late. Kinda right, but really, really Wrong.
Back in good ole Ireland the Cattleman's ancestral family was barely eking out their daily bread let alone a life. All because of those absentee (British) landowners displacing everyone (the natives of Ireland, Scotland, Wales et all, treated so much better then the American natives wouldn't you say?) and their little sheep dogs too.
Monarchy of the mother land wondered: What ta do, what ta do? Brilliant plan that killed two birds with one stone. Sort of literally don't ya know.
Why not get all that Celtic ticked off testosterone off the streets, offer them three squares a day, travel to an exciting foreign destination, money for the families back in the home land and they get to kill as many upstart Americans as they can. What a plan! Brits are genius here, gets the angries off their streets, uses them to kill off the enemy or be killed. Best part Turning a negative into a positive, if the trip across the pond doesn't kill them troublesome Celts off then maybe the Mericans will.
What self respecting starving guy could resist such a tempting offer as all that? Certainly not the Cattleman's great, on top of great, on top of great, something or other Ancestral Grand Pappy.
Long story short, Ancestral Grand Pappy (AGP for short) hops a cesspool of a boat to the
colonies. (surprisingly survives) Hangs out doing patrols and the like along the boarder in the 100th Regiment of foot (surprisingly survives) , regiment sustains serious loses, (surprisingly survives) through a not so unique combination of Americans being good shots and unsuitable clothing for Canadian winters and last but not least, rampant disease , gets folded into the 99th regiment of foot, (surprisingly survives) kicks American ass back across the boarder, (surprisingly survives) follows and helps burn the Outhouse down in 1814. (Y'all are over that wee insult by now right? Ti's just a wee blip in our enduring friendship of our two countries. Friends argue....)
Americans notice that the short guy from France is no longer keeping the Brits busy, Oh dear me lets end this now....
1815 treaty signed, nobody wins and nobody loses, an official tie so to speak (except the dead/wounded of course, but oh well stuff happens, it is called war not checkers.) Ghent treaty stabilizes the friendliest, longest boarder in the future's history.
Now the Monarch of the Mother Land has a brand new problem on their royal hands: What ta do, what ta do with all that Celtic and assorted no gooders who (surprisingly) survived? They did not want those guys back home, The short guy from France quitting caused a massive influx of previously busy Brit manhood to come back home, these regiments from the colonies are the wrong types and now they are trained??? Who wants to pay to have a problem came to your own streets???? Not the Mother land, no sire....
Ah Haaaaaa.!!!! Another two birds with one stone idea is born.
AGP was offered acreage ( just about 1000 acres of the prettiest, fertile land right on a lake, with a river flowing through it) as a gift from the Crown in appreciation for his years of dedicated service.( basically for surprisingly surviving) Brilliant. Not only did it keep his Celtic Ass in "the Colonies" it also provided a huge supply of readily available loyal settlers to colonize and make sure those upstart Americans stayed on their side of the boarder.
What self respecting starving guy could resist such a tempting offer as all that? Certainly not the Cattleman's AGP!!!!! Worked that land , sent for the wife and kiddos, only had a few at the time but ended up with 19 children (whom surprisingly survive) in total over their lifetime (my uterus hurts just thinking about that number of children) and presto a long line of Canadians who still live on that homestead, coming on two hundred years very soon.
So thank you Mericans!!!!!!
And that is the legend of how the Cattleman's family came to be on that piece of land. As with all legends I am sure there is a grain of truth and more than a smidgen of a lie. But that is their story and they are sticking to it.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Psychedelic sunday,
Getting ready to open up our "summer place" next weekend. Making list after list, packing bin after bin. Can hardly stay home this weekend.
Love this,
Love this,
Thursday, May 3, 2012
A Bi-Centennial moment.
In honour of next month's festivities I present to you, (not the Arrogant worms whom this video attributes it to) But "Three dead trolls in a baggie" singing.
The War of 1812 song of course, what were you thinking?
*Note****** Blog Management (that would be me.) requests the following: please do not click unless you have some semblance of a funny bone.
The War of 1812 song of course, what were you thinking?
*Note****** Blog Management (that would be me.) requests the following: please do not click unless you have some semblance of a funny bone.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
You know that woman scorned theory?
I did not laugh uproariously when I read this article, really I didn't because that would be small and a stamp of approval.
Which would be wrong:
This guy is not the brightest light bulb for sure, but I understand it is hard to find a good dentist.
Not me I thought what a clueless, dumbass.
I hate it women are shallow like that. :O)
Which would be wrong:
the 45-year-old Polish man dumped his dentist girlfriend, 34-year-old Anna Machowiak, for another woman. Mere days later, Olszewski somehow thought it was a reasonable idea to go to his jilted ex for dental surgery where he got more work done than he had bargained for.
This guy is not the brightest light bulb for sure, but I understand it is hard to find a good dentist.
"I tried to be professional and detach myself from my emotions," Machowiak tells the Daily Mail. "But when I saw him lying there, I just thought, 'What a bastard.'"
Not me I thought what a clueless, dumbass.
As for Olszewski, he is single once again. His new girlfriend apparently couldn't deal with his new, toothless appearance.
I hate it women are shallow like that. :O)
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Oh my Lord love a Duck!
Blogger is driving me batty!
Not sure what is going on but it is NOT obeying my commands. Especially when I try to add a link or cut and paste from an article, they are just not formatting to my posts. As a mamma of so many you would think I would be used to my commands being totally ignored or deliberately misinterpreted? Apparently not.
The Cattleman upgraded me to a Mac while I was on Blog Hiatus, sweet of him right? Cause everyone knows that a Mac is better then a P.C, Right? That they are far Superior and easier for even the thickest dolt to use. Apparently not this dolt. It is taking me forever to be able to do more then the most rudimentary computer operations. Now if only I had a 10 year old who has used a MAC I would be a pro by now. :O)
I seem to be suffering from strange sort of password black out syndrome. While on Hiatus, I stayed away from blogger, sitemeter, my photobucket account, the forum I semi moderated and the email I used for the blog and associated uses. We all know that it is bad news to have the same password for each right? That you need a unique password and you never ever write it down lest some one steal it and ... well... er write bogus posts on your uber private blog that gets 3 and /2 regulars ( thank you 3 and 1/2 regular visitors, I appreciate you very much) that visit right? Apparently not. Seems I wasn't really thinking about my passwords even one little bit, just stomping them in or allowing the computer to auto sign me in (for years) ......I refuse to give up and make all new accounts. I will figure out where the end of Gordian knot is and repair from there. I will!! That and start eating more fish.
....Later.
Not sure what is going on but it is NOT obeying my commands. Especially when I try to add a link or cut and paste from an article, they are just not formatting to my posts. As a mamma of so many you would think I would be used to my commands being totally ignored or deliberately misinterpreted? Apparently not.
The Cattleman upgraded me to a Mac while I was on Blog Hiatus, sweet of him right? Cause everyone knows that a Mac is better then a P.C, Right? That they are far Superior and easier for even the thickest dolt to use. Apparently not this dolt. It is taking me forever to be able to do more then the most rudimentary computer operations. Now if only I had a 10 year old who has used a MAC I would be a pro by now. :O)
I seem to be suffering from strange sort of password black out syndrome. While on Hiatus, I stayed away from blogger, sitemeter, my photobucket account, the forum I semi moderated and the email I used for the blog and associated uses. We all know that it is bad news to have the same password for each right? That you need a unique password and you never ever write it down lest some one steal it and ... well... er write bogus posts on your uber private blog that gets 3 and /2 regulars ( thank you 3 and 1/2 regular visitors, I appreciate you very much) that visit right? Apparently not. Seems I wasn't really thinking about my passwords even one little bit, just stomping them in or allowing the computer to auto sign me in (for years) ......I refuse to give up and make all new accounts. I will figure out where the end of Gordian knot is and repair from there. I will!! That and start eating more fish.
....Later.
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