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Wednesday, November 12, 2003
Wednesday morning
Just now I was over visiting Kat and you know how I can't refuse a quiz...I took the How sexual are you quiz, Sexual? ME? I even forgot what the word MEANS!!! and look what it rated ME!!!!!! hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
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Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Thanks CJ!!
CJ Fixed my header!!! I thank you so much, now I need to compare the two so I can see where I goofed, or did not see it.
For all you ANIMALS out there.
Dear Dogs and Cats:
When I say to move, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two of you in the way.
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food.
Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help, because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Look at videos of dogs and cats sleeping, they can actually curl up in a ball. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space used is nothing but sarcasm.
My compact discs are not miniature Frisbees.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. In addition, I have been using bathrooms for years, feline/canine attendance is not mandatory.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dogs' butt. I cannot stress this enough. It would be such a simple change for you.
To pacify you I have posted the following message on our front door...
Rules for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Like to Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
3. I like my pet a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
5. Dogs and cats are better than kids. They eat less, don't ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don't hang out with drug-using friends, don't smoke or drink, don't worry about buying the latest fashions, don't wear your clothes, don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and if they get pregnant, you can sell the results.
When I say to move, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two of you in the way.
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food.
Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help, because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Look at videos of dogs and cats sleeping, they can actually curl up in a ball. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space used is nothing but sarcasm.
My compact discs are not miniature Frisbees.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. In addition, I have been using bathrooms for years, feline/canine attendance is not mandatory.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dogs' butt. I cannot stress this enough. It would be such a simple change for you.
To pacify you I have posted the following message on our front door...
Rules for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Like to Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
3. I like my pet a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
5. Dogs and cats are better than kids. They eat less, don't ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don't hang out with drug-using friends, don't smoke or drink, don't worry about buying the latest fashions, don't wear your clothes, don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and if they get pregnant, you can sell the results.
Monday, November 10, 2003
TOM!
This is Tom. He is (Or was) a wild turkey that had a harem of three hens. When I lived in Nevada, I lived along the Carson River in a spot that actually had trees. We had feral peacocks, and peahens and turkeys and all kinds of wild thangs. Tom would wander over to the neighboring pasture, so of course I would gobble at him and he would puff up his feathers and strut. It got to the point that everymorning at 8:00 he would come over and peck on the wall under my bedroom window until I looked out and went GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE at him. He was so much fun. The neighbors all protected him and his brood. We fed him peanuts. One day he actually stopped traffic on the road when a strange car appeared. He was prolly too tough to eat anyway.
Sunday, November 09, 2003
Playing Catch-up!
I decided that since I did not have to go in to the playhouse tonite, I would do absolutely NOTHING. And I did. It felt good. I rested, with my knee up, and nibbled all day. Ate popcorn with Butter, drank diet pepsi with crushed ice, and several slices of cheese. Donna yelled in that dinner was ready if I wanted it. OK. She tells me as I come in, "now don't turn your nose up until you taste it. (OH Brother NOW WHAT?) She was born into the wrong generation. She should be or WOULD have been a perfect flower child. Ms. GREEN, Ms HERBS, MS WEIRD FOOD. She once served me Lentils with dates and pepers and onions. (GAK) So I'm thinking it has to be some thing really strange. It smelled good, so I tasted it. It was chicken breast cut into pieces and mixed with spaghetti, peas and PEANUT BUTTER!!! I don't think in my entire life I have had spaghetti and peanut butter. peanut butter and dill pickles sandwiches yes, but spaghetti and peanut butter and CHICKEN? nope...actually did not taste too bad, lots of protein, I guess.
We had our first read through yesterday with almost all of the cast. No Jesus yet. I have someone in mind, but he cant be here until Dec 1, and that is a whole month of missed rehearsals. Not too sure about this. I still have it running on the radio, that I need a male singer/actor for the part. All the rest of the cast is excited and ready to start singing. THe first two weeks will be spent on the music, then I get them for blocking, and lines. IT is starting to fall into place. I feel really good about the people I did cast too. Troupers all of them.
SAdie is starting to become a real dog. Her little nose is filling out, and her baby teeth are coming loose, and she sticks like a dog!! She learned how to sing yesterday. I was making some howling noises, you know, just throwing my head back and howling real primal like, (don't YOU?) and she ran under the desk, but her front paws on my knees and threw her head back and howled, and howled and howled. I laughed and howled some more, and she did too. SO we spent about 5 minutes singing. Loki came running in to see if I was ok, jumped on the computer desk and licked my arm. I had to stop, I didn't want to scare my babies.
I could not sleep last night, I hurt all over, My back was hurting and popping, my knee was aching and my shoulder hurt. My feet were burning, and I felt like every nerve was exposed. I threw the covers off, but that didn't help, so I got out the aspercreme and mineral ice and slathered them both on me where I could reach. THen I remembered the pain killers the Dr gave me for my knee. I popped one, read a little and slept like a log until 930 this morning.
I want so badly to take a long hot soaky bath with salts and foo-foo juice. I could get in there, but I couldn't get out, so I don't. Long hot showers just aren't the same. I need to try and fix the top of this blog. I can't seem to find the place to put the top pictures so they are UNDER the blogger ad. Try and try again...
We had our first read through yesterday with almost all of the cast. No Jesus yet. I have someone in mind, but he cant be here until Dec 1, and that is a whole month of missed rehearsals. Not too sure about this. I still have it running on the radio, that I need a male singer/actor for the part. All the rest of the cast is excited and ready to start singing. THe first two weeks will be spent on the music, then I get them for blocking, and lines. IT is starting to fall into place. I feel really good about the people I did cast too. Troupers all of them.
SAdie is starting to become a real dog. Her little nose is filling out, and her baby teeth are coming loose, and she sticks like a dog!! She learned how to sing yesterday. I was making some howling noises, you know, just throwing my head back and howling real primal like, (don't YOU?) and she ran under the desk, but her front paws on my knees and threw her head back and howled, and howled and howled. I laughed and howled some more, and she did too. SO we spent about 5 minutes singing. Loki came running in to see if I was ok, jumped on the computer desk and licked my arm. I had to stop, I didn't want to scare my babies.
I could not sleep last night, I hurt all over, My back was hurting and popping, my knee was aching and my shoulder hurt. My feet were burning, and I felt like every nerve was exposed. I threw the covers off, but that didn't help, so I got out the aspercreme and mineral ice and slathered them both on me where I could reach. THen I remembered the pain killers the Dr gave me for my knee. I popped one, read a little and slept like a log until 930 this morning.
I want so badly to take a long hot soaky bath with salts and foo-foo juice. I could get in there, but I couldn't get out, so I don't. Long hot showers just aren't the same. I need to try and fix the top of this blog. I can't seem to find the place to put the top pictures so they are UNDER the blogger ad. Try and try again...
HMMMMM
some of you might relate to this
The service station trade was slow
The owner sat around,
With sharpened knife and cedar stick
Piled shavings on the ground.
No modern facilities had they,
The log across the rill
Led to a shack, marked His and Hers
That sat against the hill.
"Where is the ladies restroom, sir?"
The owner leaning back,
Said not a word but whittled on,
And nodded toward the shack.
With quickened step she entered there
But only stayed a minute,
Until she screamed, just like a snake
Or spider might be in it.
With startled look and beet red face
She bounded through the door,
And headed quickly for the car
Just like three gals before.
She missed the foot log - jumped the stream
The owner gave a shout,
As her silk stockings, down at her knees
Caught on a sassafras sprout.
She tripped and fell - got up, and then
In obvious disgust,
Ran to the car, stepped on the gas,
And faded in the dust.
Of course we all desired to know
What made the gals all do
The things they did, and then we found
The whittling owner knew.
A speaking system he'd devised
To make the thing complete,
He tied a speaker on the wall
Beneath the toilet seat.
He'd wait until the gals got set
And then the devilish tike,
Would stop his whittling long enough,
To speak into the mike.
And as she sat, a voice below
Struck terror, fright and fear,
"Will you please use the other hole,
We're painting under here!"
The service station trade was slow
The owner sat around,
With sharpened knife and cedar stick
Piled shavings on the ground.
No modern facilities had they,
The log across the rill
Led to a shack, marked His and Hers
That sat against the hill.
"Where is the ladies restroom, sir?"
The owner leaning back,
Said not a word but whittled on,
And nodded toward the shack.
With quickened step she entered there
But only stayed a minute,
Until she screamed, just like a snake
Or spider might be in it.
With startled look and beet red face
She bounded through the door,
And headed quickly for the car
Just like three gals before.
She missed the foot log - jumped the stream
The owner gave a shout,
As her silk stockings, down at her knees
Caught on a sassafras sprout.
She tripped and fell - got up, and then
In obvious disgust,
Ran to the car, stepped on the gas,
And faded in the dust.
Of course we all desired to know
What made the gals all do
The things they did, and then we found
The whittling owner knew.
A speaking system he'd devised
To make the thing complete,
He tied a speaker on the wall
Beneath the toilet seat.
He'd wait until the gals got set
And then the devilish tike,
Would stop his whittling long enough,
To speak into the mike.
And as she sat, a voice below
Struck terror, fright and fear,
"Will you please use the other hole,
We're painting under here!"
Friday, November 07, 2003
STOP and smell the.....deer? Ducks?
Sometimes in the day to day business of our busy, busy lives, we need to stop and take a look around us. I did just that coming back from the Vet's office on Wednesday. I took the back way home, through Fort Casey state Park, and along the beach by the ponds, and just right in the middle of the soccer field was this herd of deer. They didn't care that I couldn't cast my show, they could care less.
And then on along the Spit road and by the Ponds there was this flock of ducks. They followed me around the pond, hoping that I had something to eat. I didn't but I quacked really good!!
And then on along the Spit road and by the Ponds there was this flock of ducks. They followed me around the pond, hoping that I had something to eat. I didn't but I quacked really good!!
Thursday, November 06, 2003
Where the HELL is JESUS?
I can't find him anywhere!!! It seems that everybody is too busy right now. Ya know Christmas is coming...all the Singers are busy with Pageants, shows etc. I have a casting call on the Local radio, asking anyone to come to the playhouse and leave their name. I did have one show up, he is a drummer in a rock band, has piercings everywhere, can sing,loud, but not on key, and has never acted before. He did a reading and kept stumbling over his tongue stud. Did have the long hair and a beard, but...........NOT!!!!
I just got back from the orthopedic surgeon. He poked and prodded and read the MRI for 10 minutes, wrote an order for Physical Therapy, said I had a tear in some cartlidge, and arthritis under my kneecap, and sent me on my way. I drove for 2 hours up and 2 hours back, for a 10 minute POKE? (not that kind Kat.) ; ) So I guess I spend more money I don't have on PT and then go in for arthoscopic day surgery. I hate this!
Oh MAN, they just said that the Green River Killer may have killed as many as 90 prostitutes. Somebody ought to use him as a parts source. He is a real sick person. I cant believe they made a deal with him. (Shudder)
Gotta run, show tonite!
I just got back from the orthopedic surgeon. He poked and prodded and read the MRI for 10 minutes, wrote an order for Physical Therapy, said I had a tear in some cartlidge, and arthritis under my kneecap, and sent me on my way. I drove for 2 hours up and 2 hours back, for a 10 minute POKE? (not that kind Kat.) ; ) So I guess I spend more money I don't have on PT and then go in for arthoscopic day surgery. I hate this!
Oh MAN, they just said that the Green River Killer may have killed as many as 90 prostitutes. Somebody ought to use him as a parts source. He is a real sick person. I cant believe they made a deal with him. (Shudder)
Gotta run, show tonite!
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
Killer!!!!
No not the Green River Killer, there is enough written about that ass-hole!!
Sadie!!! She caught and played with and then killed a bird!!! Right under the bird feeder!! I am yelling at her to put it down, and she is whipping it around in her mouth, shaking her head back and forth! I couldn't believe it!! And she dropped it so it was hopping away and she pounced on it twice, just like a cat!!! Poor Bird!!! It was a junco! They are so cute, and she KILLED IT!!!
One of the reasons I will not let my cats out, other than the fact I don't want them getting hurt, is because I feed the birds. I have feeders everywhere, of all kinds. I have attracted birds to my yard that I have rarely seen around here. I know my cats would lie under them and treat the feeders as an hor d'oervre tray! So instead I leave them inside. THere are nose prints all over the windows from where the cats are drooling, but I know my birds are safe...or WERE until SADIE!
Sadie!!! She caught and played with and then killed a bird!!! Right under the bird feeder!! I am yelling at her to put it down, and she is whipping it around in her mouth, shaking her head back and forth! I couldn't believe it!! And she dropped it so it was hopping away and she pounced on it twice, just like a cat!!! Poor Bird!!! It was a junco! They are so cute, and she KILLED IT!!!
One of the reasons I will not let my cats out, other than the fact I don't want them getting hurt, is because I feed the birds. I have feeders everywhere, of all kinds. I have attracted birds to my yard that I have rarely seen around here. I know my cats would lie under them and treat the feeders as an hor d'oervre tray! So instead I leave them inside. THere are nose prints all over the windows from where the cats are drooling, but I know my birds are safe...or WERE until SADIE!
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Auditions 2nd night
I have 8/10's of a cast. I did have one man show up last night, however he is not a lead. I will use him because I know him, he has been in numerous productions, and he is reliable, but he can't act. He can knock your socks off singing. so I will give him the role with the least lines, but the best song. ALL GOOD GIFTS. I have put the word out for two men. I wish it wasn't during the holiday season, then I would get some, but most of the good male singers are in church choirs or corales and are busy for the holidays, and concerts.
Wish I had the guts to cast it FEMALE. I don't though, not for my first show. I haven't slept well, kept waking up and re-thinking the way I cast it. Ya know I retired, to get some of the stress out of my life. Here I am piling it on again, WHAT EVER FOR? slap, slap, MARY LOU!!! You don't have to do this to yourself. This is a volunteer project. What's the worst that can happen to you?
THEY CAN HATE ME!!!! :-(
Wish I had the guts to cast it FEMALE. I don't though, not for my first show. I haven't slept well, kept waking up and re-thinking the way I cast it. Ya know I retired, to get some of the stress out of my life. Here I am piling it on again, WHAT EVER FOR? slap, slap, MARY LOU!!! You don't have to do this to yourself. This is a volunteer project. What's the worst that can happen to you?
THEY CAN HATE ME!!!! :-(
Monday, November 03, 2003
who-hoooo!!!
You are the classy pin-up! You are everything
sophisticated and refined about the entire era.
You exude class and dignity.
What Type Of Retro Gal Are You?
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Auditions
Wow. We should have charged admission for the show that we had last night. About 15 women who knocked our socks off with their voices!!! They were fantastic!!
but no men...
In the script, Jesus is a man. John the Baptist is a man, Judas is too, played by the same person. Herb is a man. Lamarr is a man. Jeffrey is a man.
No men auditioned...
How can I cast this show with no men? I guess I could REALLY stand Oak Harbor on it's Presbyterian ear and cast an all female cast. Oh Lordy, I can see it now...pickets on Midway Blvd, Mary Lou hanging in effigy, Witch burnings at midnite!
I put out another emergency casting call to all of the surrounding Communities, so MAYBE I'll get some men tonight. I only need 2, and I can cast the show. I want 4 at least, but I could do it with two.
Just like the marines...I need a few good men....
but no men...
In the script, Jesus is a man. John the Baptist is a man, Judas is too, played by the same person. Herb is a man. Lamarr is a man. Jeffrey is a man.
No men auditioned...
How can I cast this show with no men? I guess I could REALLY stand Oak Harbor on it's Presbyterian ear and cast an all female cast. Oh Lordy, I can see it now...pickets on Midway Blvd, Mary Lou hanging in effigy, Witch burnings at midnite!
I put out another emergency casting call to all of the surrounding Communities, so MAYBE I'll get some men tonight. I only need 2, and I can cast the show. I want 4 at least, but I could do it with two.
Just like the marines...I need a few good men....
Sunday, November 02, 2003
Things that make you go HMMMMMM.....
Subject: Do you ever wonder??
Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, I think I'll squeeze
these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out!"
Who was the first person to say "See that chicken there?.. I'm gonna eat
the next thing that comes outta it's butt"
Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible
crisp, which no decent human being would eat?
If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him?
Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane?
If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of
coconut....why can't he fix the hole in the frikin boat?
Why do people point to their wrist when asking the time, but don't point
to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?
Why does your OB-GYN leave the room when you get undressed if they are
going to look up there anyway?
What do you call male ballerinas?
If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that
Acme crap, why didn't he just buy dinner?
If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?
If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables,
what is baby oil made from?
If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but
call it a hemorrhoid when it's in your butt?
Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at
you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the
window?
Does pushing the elevator button more than once make it arrive faster?
Just something for you to think about, while I think of something to Blog about.
Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, I think I'll squeeze
these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out!"
Who was the first person to say "See that chicken there?.. I'm gonna eat
the next thing that comes outta it's butt"
Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible
crisp, which no decent human being would eat?
If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him?
Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane?
If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of
coconut....why can't he fix the hole in the frikin boat?
Why do people point to their wrist when asking the time, but don't point
to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?
Why does your OB-GYN leave the room when you get undressed if they are
going to look up there anyway?
What do you call male ballerinas?
If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that
Acme crap, why didn't he just buy dinner?
If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?
If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables,
what is baby oil made from?
If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but
call it a hemorrhoid when it's in your butt?
Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at
you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the
window?
Does pushing the elevator button more than once make it arrive faster?
Just something for you to think about, while I think of something to Blog about.
Saturday, November 01, 2003
FLEAS!!! AARRGHHHHH!!
Sadie has bugs. We dug up the back yard this summer and must have stirred something up, I have not had fleas in my house or yard for almost 9 years. Bandit started scratching first then Sadie. So now I have to dose all of my animals with flea control. The Vet gave me a pack of 4 vials of Advantage and 2 syringes so I can pull out the correct amount of medicine and get it onto all the necks of all the pets. Well the first one I got was Loki, caught him while he was sleeping on the arm of the sofa. Evidently this stuff either stings or stinks, cause he shot off the couch like a bullet. Bandit was no problem. DOnna did him Chitters came up sat in my lap and started making "mud pies" so I grabbed the goop and got him. Off he went like a hot cinder popped him the arse. Lint and Ethel ran and hid, so it was Sadie next. Had to give her a good bath first. OH GOD. Try to bathe a 3 month old hyper active puppy in the tub on your knees when you have a really bad knee. SHe wanted out of that tub in the worst way. THe noises that came out of her poor little body. She sounded like Whats-her-name in THE EXCORSIST. GAWD! GOt her all shampooed and rinsed and forgot the towel. Had to call Donna to bring me the towel. I wrapped Sadie in the towel and handed her to DOnna so I could try and stand up. I did it, I hurt, but I did it. Took Sadie back, dried her off good with the towel then took her into the laundry room to shake. Shake she did. But she is clean. Caught her again, and dosed her on her neck too, then changed her bed and put her in the pen. She jumped into her basket dug into the pillow, turned around three times and flopped down with her little head hanging over the edge, looking at me like "I Hate you!" She'll get over it, and love me again. She better...I feed her....
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