Musings of the Chronologically Challenged™ Fourth Generation

 
Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
That's all from me for Halloween except the Pussyfootin'™ cat is black today!


PUSSYFOOTIN'™

>^..^< Chuck has his annual Halloween literary treat up. Go take a look into the mind of an Alabama boy, growing up in the 50s. The tale is scary and so is the mind!

>^..^< Grouchy Old Cripple of Atlanta has posted a picture that is frightful. Graveyard with tombstones - I mean the whole 9. Grouchy Old Cripple of Winston Salem has some lovely Halloween pictures, which he may or may not post. So I'll tell you they are of 3 little Halloween princesses. GET 'EM UP, GOC II.

>^..^< SlagleRock has a timely warning. Check it out before sending your children out.

>^..^< Ramblings' Journal has a real horror story. Mike says "Monsters. That's the only term to describe such uncivilized individuals masquerading as human beings."

>^..^< Michelle Malkin thinks Kerry's scary. While Reality Check of Greene Thoughts fears a Bush win on Tuesday.

>^..^< Deuddersun expresses his Halloween thoughts with a picture.

>^..^< Serenity is serious about this Halloween stuff. Leave the lights on when you read her post.

>^..^< South Knox Bubba wins again this year for his presentation! He even included my picture, just to get a link from me! (YR!)

>^..^< Random Fate does not wax Halloween, but go over and read another of Jack's thoughtful posts.



HAPPY HALLOWEEN, YA'LL. I have to go now and change the oil in my broom.
posted by HCL at 9:19 AM

 
Going to spare you the long diatribe of explanation on lack of blogging. Just think "computer disfunction and Road Runner ineptitude" with no solution in sight as yet.

Saw the following on Strange Cosmos and thought it may be helpful to someone going on employment interviews.


Job Interview Lowlights

We've all been interviewed for jobs. And we've all spent most of those interviews thinking about what not to do. Don't bite your nails. Don't fidget. Don't interrupt. Don't belch. We knew if we did any of the don'ts, we'd disqualify ourselves instantly. But some job applicants go light-years beyond this. We surveyed top personnel executives of 100 major American corporations and asked for stories of unusual behavior by job applicants.

The Lowlights:

1. Said he was so well-qualified that if he didn't get the job, it would prove that the company's management was incompetent.

2. Stretched out on the floor to fill out the job application.

3. Brought her large dog to the interview.

4. Chewed bubble gum and constantly blew bubbles.

5. Wore a Walkman and said she could listen to me and the music at the same time.

6. Balding candidate abruptly excused himself. Returned to office a few minutes later, wearing a hairpiece.

7. Challenged interviewer to arm wrestle.

8. Announced she hadn't had lunch and ate a hamburger and french fries in the interviewer's office.

9. Man wore jogging suit to interview for position as financial vice president.

10. When I asked him about his hobbies, he stood up and started tap dancing around my office.

11. Had a little pinball game and challenged me to play with him.

12. Took a brush out of my purse, brushed his hair and left.

13. During the interview, an alarm clock went off from the candidate's brief case. He took it out, shut it off, apologized and said he had to leave for another interview.

14. Applicant came in wearing only one shoe. She explained that the other shoe was stolen off her foot on the bus.

15. His attaché case opened when he picked it up, and the contents spilled, revealing ladies' undergarments and assorted makeup and perfume.

16. He came to the interview with a moped and left it in the reception area. He didn't want it to get stolen, and stated that he would require indoor parking for the moped.

17. He took off his right shoe and sock, removed a medicated foot powder and dusted it on the foot and in the shoe. While he was putting back the shoe and sock, he mentioned that he had to use the powder four times a day, and this was the time.

18. Said he really didn't want to get a job, but the unemployment office needed proof that he was looking for one.

19. Whistled when the interviewer was talking.

20. Asked who the lovely babe was, pointing to the picture on my desk.
When I said it was my wife, he asked if she was home now and wanted my phone number. I called security.

21. She threw up on my desk, and immediately started asking questions about the job like nothing had happened.

22. Pointing to a black case he carried into my office, he said that if he was not hired, the bomb would go off. Disbelieving, I began to state why he would never be hired and that I was going to call the police. He then reached down to the case, flipped a switch and ran. No one was injured, but I did need to get a new desk. (Wall Street Journal 1989)

23. Asked if I wanted some cocaine before starting the interview.


posted by HCL at 11:26 AM

 
Pickings have been rather limited and poor for blogging. I am uninspired. Then tonight in my blog surfing I came across a letter on Patti's A Soldier's Blog. This is inspiring. With sincere thanks to Patti for posting this, I'm reaffirming it in its entirety.


From The Front For A Fallen Hero and His Family
When a hero falls in battle, his memory is never forgotten by the Marines he serves with. Lance Cpl. Daniel R. Wyatt, 22, of Calendonia, Wis., died on Oct. 12 due to enemy action in Babil Province, Iraq. Wyatt was assigned to Marine Corps Reserve’s 2nd Battalion, 24th Marine Regiment, 4th Marine Division in Chicago, Ill. His commanding officer sent these words back to the extended Marine Corps family at the base where he served:

"It is with the deepest sadness and most profound grief that I must report to you the loss of Daniel Wyatt, LCpl, Fox Co, 2nd Bn, 24th Marines, USMC.

"Daniel was killed in the line of duty, while conducting foot patrolling operations in Yusufiyah Iraq. Daniel was killed by a command detonated improvised explosive device. He died instantly, suffered no pain and was immediately recovered by his fellow Marines.

"My command security element and myself personally recovered Daniel's body and escorted him back to the forward operating base, and then onto the helicopter for the beginning of his final ride home. I cannot even begin to express to you the soul touching sight of combat hardened Marines, encrusted with weeks of sweat and dust, who have daily been engaged in combat, coming to complete and utter solemnity and respect in the handling of the body of one of their own. It puts on display a level of brotherly love you just cannot see anywhere else.

"We conducted a memorial service for Daniel in the battle space owned by his fellow Marines, as well as one the following day at the Bn forward operating base. I have spoken with his fiancee and expressed the sorrow and sympathy of the entire Battalion.

"If I might for a moment, I hear and see some of the media coverage. I hear the accusations and charges. I hear what could almost be labelled as hysteria over the situation in Iraq. Let me tell you something from ground level. The town of Yusufiyah that Daniel and his fellow Marines seized, had not seen government structure or security forces for over 8 months. FOREIGN FIGHTERS, TERRORIST AND THUGS have had free reign and have routinely murdered people in the market for no reason other than one day they MIGHT support a democratic process and speak for themselves. For nothing more than they MIGHT choose a version of religion even slightly different than the terrorists and foreign fighters. They live in squalor and fear. The Marines of Daniel's unit have not had a shower since seizing the town. They have eaten MREs day on stay on. They live a Spartan existence that few can imagine. And, on all my trips to their position for planning, coordination and command visits, I ask them if they want to be relieved. To a man, they look me in the eye and tell me NO WAY. Why? Well, I am not going to soften it for anyone, the primary reason why is to kill terrorists. Please remember, that is what they are trained and paid to do. But, they also tell me, they want to help the people of Yusufiyah. They want to show all of Iraq that they can stand on their own feet, push back against extremism, and with our help live the life of freedom that all men yearn for. Yes, from the mouths of these young and hardened warriors, this is what they tell me. And then...and then...they ask me how I am doing!

"Unfreakingbeliveable! They worry about everyone else but themselves.

"So believe what you want. That is your right as Americans. But I am telling you, there are no heroes on any football fields, basketball courts or halls of government. There are honorable and decent people all over America. However, the heroes are on the battlefields of Iraq. Suffering, killing and DYING that others might live, and live in FREEDOM. Americans free from terror, Iraqis free from opression and tyranny.

"I am an under-educated gun toter from Indiana who is just lucky there is an organization like the USMC where a half-wit like myself with some rudimentary combat skills can succeed. But I do know heroes! I am surrounded by over a thousand of them. And I am not the least bit ashamed to tell you I have wept like a baby for Daniel Wyatt. Because when one of these heroes falls, it is if an Angel of God himself has fallen from heaven!

"I will not profess glory of battle or any other such hype. I will profess duty and sacrifice. Daniel showed us all true duty and ultimate sacrifice. I have no doubt that the instant he died, he was whisked to heaven on the wings of Angels and placed before the unapproachable light of Jesus, who himself said: "greater love hath no man, than a man lay down his life for his friends."

"GOD BLESS AND KEEP DANIEL WYATT, HIS FAMILY AND FIANCEE AND GOD BLESS AND KEEP ALL THE FAMILIES OF 2/24."

Yours in profound sadness
LTC. Mark , Iraq

posted by Patti @ 11:20 AM
posted by HCL at 8:02 PM

 
PUSSYFOOTIN'™

>^..^< Two Blogtoberfests over the weekend. Acidman highlights the Helen throw-down here and here, plus several other entries on his page. GOC II refers to the quieter, gentler one at the Crystal Coast here and here.

>^..^< Don't care who you are, this one's funny.

>^..^< "They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq. Why don't we just give them ours? It was written by a lot of really smart guys; it's worked for over 200 years; and we're not using it anymore."

>^..^< LaShawn is here now.

>^..^< Poke fun at the vote HERE.

>^..^< WARNING: X-Rated

>^..^< So you think you're getting old?

>^..^< AND BLOG DADDY IS A CELEBRITY NOW!!!

>^..^< indigoinsights-AT-hotmail-DOT-com



MAXINE SAID IT - - -

"If a man's home is his castle . . . HE can learn to clean it!"

"Few women admit their age . . . few men act it!"

"If you can't change your mind, are you sure you still have one?"

"If there is a Tourist Season, how come we can't SHOOT THEM?!"

"Mothers of teens know why animals eat their young."

"Everyone seems normal until you get to know them."




posted by HCL at 6:08 PM

 
A PHOTOGRAPH OF YOU

When the evening shadows gather,
After all my work is through,
I can't keep my eyes from straying
To a photograph of you.

There it rests upon my table,
Just the way you looked that day.
Ah! It seems it was but yesterday
When I first heard you say

Words of love that made me happy,
And made all my dreams come true.
But - tonight, I'm all alone with
Just a photograph of you.

For one day our country called you,
And you so bravely answered "here"
Oh! I'm proud of you, my soldier,
Yet I brush away a tear -

'Cause I miss your cheery whistle,
Miss your footsteps on the stairs,
While I sit here dreaming - gazing,
At the photograph of you.

So I tiptoe to my window,
Kneel and wish upon a star,
As I pray to GOD to keep you safe,
No matter where you are.

Thus my heart is ever with you,
While I wait the long days thru,
And the dearest of all my treasures,
Is that photograph of you.

When the years have told their story,
And the world is once more free,
I'll be waiting for you,darling,
There will still be you and me.

Then we'll build our dreams together,
Hand in hand the long years thru;
But forever in my heart I'll hold
That photograph of you.

From Beatrice Lutzin, NY, 21 - to Sgt. Irving Simpson, 22

Written in WWII

PRAY FOR OUR TROOPS!


posted by HCL at 10:07 PM

 
"The Swift Vets ad about Kerry's testimony before the Fulbright committee was just on - that ad affects me more than anyone could ever know. What just blows me away is how any veteran could hear that and still think Kerry is a great choice for office."

That quote was in an email I received from a Viet Nam vet. Those vets are still hurting. Do you ever think about them? Do you support in any way those who are still disabled or in VA hospitals? Do you wish you had done more for them during the Viet Nam years? I surely do. During the Nam war, I was a rather typical American wife and mother, raising teenagers and worrying about the draft for my son. I knew Viet Nam was awful enough that I didn't want my son to be there and I had a hatred for Lyndon Johnson that has never abated. I can think of that whole generation of young men who never came back home and wish there was an open TV circuit into Hell so I could watch Lyndon Baines Johnson burning every day. It had, nor has, anything to do with Democrat or Republican factions. It was a visceral hatred for a human being who could so cavalierly send 58,000 of America's finest to their deaths for absolutely no purpose. I'll not dissect nor analyze the politics of the time. Everyone knows about that and opinions are set. But how could the American public have reacted as they did to returning vets who, in a cause right or wrong, were doing their sworn duty as commanded by their Commander in Chief? This was one of the greatest injustices in American history, in my opinion. I wonder if, even now, some of the "peace" protestors of the time regret their actions. Jane Fonda admitted she regretted hers. Have you seen The Wall? Take your children. The Wall bandaged up some old wounds and life goes on. But not for those who were there. Not for those who suffered indignities of their countrymen upon their return. Do you have any scars from previous surgeries? Know how an old scar tingles with sensitivity when it's touched? The damaged nerves in that scar will forever be susceptible to unpleasant sensations when irritated by outside stimuli. Emotional battle scars are like that. I pray that today's returning vets will not be met with the contempt of American citizens reacting in ignorance. I pray that rabid political affiliations do not dictate the actions of civilians of either party in how they treat our country's returning military. When you see a man or woman in uniform, show your appreciation for their service to your country and you. The circumstances will lead you in how you do that. A simple "thanks for your service" is always a good opening. A handshake, a beer, or picking up the tab at a restaurant is a sure winner. Thank the people who prove the axiom with their lives that "Freedom is not Free."


posted by HCL at 1:13 AM

 
~~~ ATTENTION WOMEN VOTERS ~~~

This essay deserved more than one read, so I've been posting it at the beginning of each month until the November election. This will be the last post. Women Voters, please make time to exercise your hard-earned right on November 2.

My grandmother, "Mammy" to all who loved her, was one of the first women voters in the United States. She was married in 1898 and immediately became the property of her husband. Voting was the first right given to her as an American citizen. Within the seclusion and secrecy of the voting booth, she could make a decision without consulting her husband. She wasn't chattel in that booth, but a thinking being, choosing for herself. It's hard to believe that less than a hundred years ago in this country, American women were perceived and treated much as Arab women are today. When I was a child, young adult, and mother of my own children, I didn't understand why voting was such a big issue with Mammy. She never learned to drive, so every election day someone had to drive her to the polls to exercise her hard-earned right - basically her only freedom of choice. She lived to be 82 years old, but aches or pains, rain or shine, she made it to the polls every year to cast her vote, even if only a dog catcher was running. Voting was her only freedom and she exercised it to the utmost. I didn't get it then. I do now, after reading the story that Mammy lived.


Remembering How Women Got the Vote

The women were innocent and defenseless. And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 helpless women wrongly convicted of "obstructing sidewalk traffic."

They beat Lucy Burn, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air. They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.

Thus unfolded the "Night of Terror" on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote.

For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms. When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.

So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because--why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?

Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's new movie "Iron Jawed Angels." It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.

There was a time when I knew these women well. I met them in college--not in my required American history courses, which barely mentioned them, but in women's history class. That's where I found the irrepressibly brave Alice Paul. Her large, brooding eyes seemed fixed on my own as she stared out from the page. Remember, she silently beckoned. Remember.

I thought I always would. I registered voters throughout college and law school, worked on congressional and presidential campaigns until I started writing for newspapers. When Geraldine Ferraro ran for vice president, I took my 9-year-old son to meet her. "My knees are shaking," he whispered after shaking her hand. "I'm never going to wash this hand again."

All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes, it was even inconvenient.

My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She was. With herself . "One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,"she said. "What would those women think of the way I use--or don't use--my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn." The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her "all over again."

HBO will run the movie periodically before releasing it on video and DVD. I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum. I want it shown on Bunko night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order. It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy. The doctor admonished the men: "Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity."

[profuse thanks to Christina, Swansboro, NC]



COOKIE RECIPE FOR CAT LOVERS
1 Look in cookbook for cookie recipe.
2 Get cup of coffee.
3 Get cat off of cookbook.
4 Find that special recipe.
5 Get cat's nose out of coffee mug.
6 Go to fridge and get eggs.
7 Get dry ingredients from cupboard.
8 Break eggs in small bowl.
9 Sift dry ingredients into a large bowl.
10 Answer the phone.
11 Cat ate eggs; get more from fridge.
12 Get cat out of flour bowl and dust cat off.
13 Get Band-Aids for scratches on hands.
14 Throw flour out and get more.
15 Preheat oven for cookies.
16 Glare at cat with desire to bake cat now.
17 Watch cat run for cover into bathroom.
18 Flour the counter to roll out cookie dough.
19 Run to bathroom to investigate loud crashing sound.
20 Cat has toilet paper all over floor and your personal bathroom things have been knocked over on top of the counter.
21 Yell at cat. Cat falls in toilet bowl.
22 Take cat out of toilet to dry cat off.
23 Get bandages to cover more scratches on arms and legs.
24 Clean up bathroom.
25 Run to kitchen to see what cat is doing now.
26 Get cat off floured counter in kitchen.
27 Try to pick cat hairs out of flour.
28 Step on cat's tail and get bitten in ankle.
29 Get coat, car keys, cat, and drive to store to buy cookies.
30 Squeeze cat through partially open window into a stranger's car at the store parking lot.
31 Eat most of the cookies on the way home.

[Thanks to Don, in the mountains of Virginia]



This was in the mailbox from Florida. Floridians are down, but obviously they're not out! Laughing in the face of adversity! GO FLORIDA!

Subject: You might be Floridian if...
+You exhibit a slight twitch when introduced to anyone with the first names of Charley, Frances, Ivan or Jeanne.
+Your freezer never has more than $20 worth of food in it any given time
+You're looking at paint swatches for the plywood on your windows, to accent the house color
+You think of your hall closet/safe room as "cozy"
+Your pool is more accurately described as "framed in" than "screened in"
+You no longer worry about relatives visiting during the summer months
+You now understand what that little "2% hurricane deductible" phrase really means
+Your Street has more than 3 "NO WAKE" signs posted
+You now own 5 large ice chests
+Your parrot can now say "hammered, pounded and hunker down"
+You recognize people in line at the free ice, gas and plywood locations
+You stop what you're doing and clap and wave when you see a convoy of power company trucks come down your street
+You're depressed when they don't stop
+You're thinking of getting your wife the hardhat with the ear protector and face shield for Christmas
+You now think the $6000 whole house generator seems reasonable
+You fight the urge to put on your winter coat and wool cap and parade around in front of your picture window, when you finally get power and your neighbor across the street, with the noisy generator, doesn't get electric
+You ask your sister up north to start saving the Sunday Real Estate classifieds
+You will never, ever, ever again say, "This one ain't coming."
+You go to fill your gas tank up for the 3rd Hurricane only to realize you've only driven 51 miles since the last one.
+You walk out to the pool area where you once had a full wet-bar, party area, lanai, pool cage, etc, and now the the wide open feeling and the 3 plastic chairs and a cooler for a table don't seem that bad.
+You learn to appreciate the upside.... why clean the house when all the ceilings still have to come down and be replaced?!


TOP TEN REASONS WHY "HURRICANE SEASON" IS LIKE CHRISTMAS
10. Decorating the house (boarding up windows)
9. Dragging out boxes that haven't been used since last season (camping gear, flashlights)
8. Last minute shopping in crowded stores
7. Regular TV shows pre-empted for "specials"
6. Family coming to stay with you
5. Family and friends from out-of-state calling
4. Buying food you don't normally buy ... and in large quantities
3. Days off from work
2. Candles

And the number one reason Hurricane Season is like Christmas ...

1. At some point you know you're going to have a tree in your house!



AND THE BEAT GOES ON!
Received from my blogson at Greene Thoughts:

Just want you to know I have my first blog child. It also happens to be my real child. I guess this makes you a blog granny now.



REFLECTIONS ON VEEP DEBATE
To: Granny Indigo
From: Number One Grandson

You know, I was a little worried that Edwards might have been better prepared for the debate the other evening. You don't see VP Cheney speaking very often. With Edwards recent practice on the campaign trail, I thought Cheney might be in for it. Turns our he kicked Edwards' ass, in my opinion.

My favorite moment was when VP Cheney reminded Edwards that he was the head of the Senate, and during his term he had not met Sen."Gone" until that evening when they walked out on stage.

They talk about campaign reform. Why is it I have to pay my first term senator his salary even though he has one of the poorest attendance records in the senate? I do not think you should be able to run for office while serving your term. The President, of course, would be exempt. --JDM, #1GS



>^..^< A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
--Anonymous, but noteworthy


Have an awesome day,
and know that someone
who thinks you're great
has thought about you today!...

posted by HCL at 11:14 PM

 
WHAT A WEEK!

But a wonderful week. Miss Edna (aka daughter) spent her Fall vacation with me here at the beach and it was super cool to have her. She's probably the "fishingest" woman you've ever heard of. Fishing is the reason for a Fall vacation and altho the timing was not perfect, inasmuch as the "spot run" is not in full swing yet, she did enjoy herself. I don't know how anybody -- anybody, especially a little 5'3" woman -- handles a big boat like she does, but she's like The Little Red Hen. She puts the boat in the water by herself, backs it up flawlessly by herself, parks her vehicle by herself, and then she and her dog go out to sea by themselves! Well, not very far out -- I hope! So while she didn't catch as many fish as she had hoped, she did have a fun time boating around with her dog. Maybe she'll be able to get down for a Saturday soon and get into the annual spot migration.

Thursday was the day Miss Edna hauled Old Ma around. Actually we only made three stops, but those were very time consuming and tiring. First stop was to my Dr.'s office for a "Conversation with the Vampire"! There was a new phlebotomist since my visit three months ago. First man that has "done me" (never mind the guffaws!). He was very nice, handsome, and extremely efficient. In the course of our chatter, he revealed that he was a retired Navy Corpsman. That was when I knew I'd be in good hands. He wasn't finding a vein too easily and remarked that my surface veins were not coming up strong but he felt one way down deep. I assumed that was a test and told him I was no wuss and to go for it. I said "This will be the proof of your pudding. If you can get the vein in a couple of sticks, the depth doesn't matter. But if you're going to poke the needle around 'looking', forget it." Like I said, I'm not a wuss, and my comment was more of a challenge than a sign of fear. Robert was his name, and if I should find myself in a war zone in need of an IV, he'd be who I'd call! Robert is a great stick man - and only one stick! Hope he's there the next time I go.

We had packed up part of the zoo before we left home because the next stop was the vet. It's almost impossibly difficult to get to the vet because her office is 18 miles away and I have to have a driver. Miss Edna, of course, was it today, but I won't have her when it's time to take them back. The visit was very long and exhausting inasmuch as everybody had to get ears cleaned out. Well, not Miss Edna and I, but everybody else. The Rottweiler doesn't like ear work. Nuff sed.

By the end of the vet visit, we had been away from home for over four hours. Our plan was to stop by WalMart and pick up a few things (one thing - a new mouse for the laptop, desperately needed!) but by then it was after 1:00 and we were needing sustenance, so we skipped WalMart and stopped for lunch. Not to worry, Animal Loving Bloggers, we left the air conditioning on in the van so the Rott and the cats would be comfortable. When we got back home, I entered the house through my bedroom door and it began to look like a sex scene from a movie, because as I progressed across the room, articles of clothing were dropped off as I headed for the bed! Yes, there would have to be some bed rest and some back heat after such an adventure. Within minutes, I was comatose!

So that was my week. How was yours?



TIMELESS INSULTS APPLICABLE TO BUSH AND KERRY
You decide which goes to whom! heh

"He occasionally stumbled over the truth, but hastily picked himself up and hurried on as if nothing had happened." - Winston Churchill, on Stanley Baldwin

"Suppose you were an idiot and suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself." - Mark Twain

"A modest man, who has much to be modest about." - Winston Churchill, on Clement Atlee

"No one can have a higher opinion of him than I have; and I think he's a dirty little beast." - W. S. Gilbert

"A sheep in sheep's clothing." - Winston Churchill, on Clement Atlee

"He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot but don't let that fool you. He really is an idiot." - Groucho Marx

"An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile hoping it will eat him last."
- Winston Churchill, on Neville Chamberlain



PONDER THESE

If you can't be a good example, then you'll just have to be a horrible warning.
- Catherine Aird

Whatever you are, be a good one. - Abraham Lincoln

You've got to continue to grow, or you're just like last night's cornbread: stale and dry. - Loretta Lynn

The greater part of our happiness depends on our dispositions and not on our circumstances. - Martha Washington

and my personal favorite, which has not been posted lately:

Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.
- John F. Kennedy



posted by HCL at 9:57 AM