My Monday Kandinsky Picture. Doesn't it remind you of Monday?? 

Monday Monday

Yeah MONDAY! (I'm trying to psych myself up here.) I should be ready for it - I didn't do anything this weekend to have me tired. And having a job to go to is a good thing. Still, when it is raining and cold it is so hard to drag oneself out of bed especially when I had one dog to the left of me and one to right, there I was stuck in the middle again. And oh, so warm and cozy.

When I stepped outside the rain slapped me in the face and it was all I could do not to do an about face!

Yesterday I didn't even read - I was that lazy. I made stuff for my work lunches chicken salad and chicken stew (sort of I made it up but it is delish!) because I was too lazy to get dressed and go to the grocery and that was what was in the freezer and fridge ...apples, red and yellow peppers, raw jalpeno, onion, crushed pecans, cilantro and chicken. The apples, pecans and a little jalpeno made the salad and the rest made the stew/soup. (My husband said the soup was so good he would like to just take a straw and drink it.)

I stayed in my jammies and laid around barely washing clothes or anything. I did decide to change my hair color. I'm no longer blonde. Now I am sort of, well, dishwater blonde? Not really happy with it but I'm going to live in it for a month and see how it goes.

I was so happy to see that the voting was rocking on in Iraq. (In your FACE Kennedy - you blow hard) One guy was voting and said he thought they should put up a statue of President Bush in Iraq! (So THERE Kerry!) And another said when he dipped his finger in the blue ink to vote, it was like sticking his finger in the eyes of the terrorists. I thought that was cool. I'm praying they keep moving forward. Despite people over here who think they are so smart and know what the Iraqis want. They seem to know what they want to me - and that is freedom. Oh, and I laughed out loud when Dan "Blather" was reporting and said that it was going really well. I thought he was going to choke having to admit that. And then the guy on the news asks him again and Danny boy had to say "That's the only way it can be assessed." Did that mean he had tried and just couldn't come up with a different spin! I was so tickled.

I did manage to change the sheets and cat liter. Really I was a lump, until supper, when I went out with the husband for Tortas and margaritas.

It was wonderful.

So you see, no reason not to be pumped and ready for the week.

Still, it's Monday.

kandinsky's "pleasure" 

Reading Is Fun

Well, it is raining today and in the low 40's - the perfect time to read. I am reading three books right now. "The Koyoto Club" by Sarah Bird, "Michael Moore is a Big Fat Stupid White Guy" by Mr. Hardy & Mr. Clarke and "N is for Noose" by Sue Grafton.

They are all good in different ways. Sue Grafton is the easy read, Sarah the deep though and I try to fit one non-fiction in so I don't sound like an idiot when I am talking to people. At the same time I really try to pick people who use facts and not feelings when they write.

I have found that Michael Moore uses feelings and tends to tell BIG HUGE lies in his films and books - I avoid him like a pile of dog dukie. I don't need help sounding dumb. Who does?

The current Laura Bird book is like reading a story of my life in certain parts - quite erie. The main character is a girl growing up as the daughter of an Air Force Officer and about how often they moved and her inability to make close ties to anyone or anyplace. I can relate to that. I am just now, after 10 years in Houston, feeling tied to this place enough to call it home.

Like most people who move as often as I did (every 2 years or less) the question "Where are you from" fills me with dread. You can either tell the truth which means a long involved discussion or lie. I have a great answer now but it took me years to come to it. I just say "I was born in blah blah." About 90% of the time that stops the questions and we can move on.

But honestly, it is strange to meet people who tell me their parents live in the same house they grew up in and their best friend in grade school is still their best friend. I don't even KNOW anyone from the high school I graduated from much less earlier than that. I am for the first time in my entire life able to say, "I've known him for (5-6-7-8-9-10) years." It's a strange sensation and when I do it chills run up my spine.

I also love this part of the book:

"Phenobarbital, that was my mother, Moe's, drug of choice for traveling with six children packed into a station wagon when we PCS'd--Permanent Change of Station--six times in eight years. We, her children, took the drug, not Moe. A nurse, she administered the meticulously titrated doses in tiny chips that floated like specks of goldfish food in our cups of apple juice."

I absolutely can relate to that. Can you imagine trying to move with 6 children across the world? Even across the States? Yeah, I can see where that would be helpful. See why I have no children?

I think I love days like today when it rains. Gives me a good excuse to read.

Get Fuzzy

My favorite thing each day to bring a smile to my brain is to read "Get Fuzzy". Well, whenever Darby Conley, the cartoonist, isn't being politcal. The last place I want to think about political issues is the Funny Pages. What's fun about that? For instance the guy wears a Green Peace T-shirt just a few weeks back. Dude, give me a break!

Anyway, if you haven't read "Get Fuzzy" it's about a one-fanged Siamese cat(Bucky Katt) who things he rules the earth, and I suppose he does in his cartoon world, and a dog (Satchel) who doesn't quite understand what's going on around him but is very lovable and tries with all his naive doggie might to be helpful and to mediate between Rob and Bucky.

Their "owner" (Rob Wilco)is able to converse with them through verbal discourse. The cat, Bucky, insults the owner and treats him with distain. Satchel, on the other hand, is a goofy guy who just wants to eat and be happy. Satchel and Bucky can also both read and write. There is an aray of other charaters although those three are the main ones.

Rob is supposed to be an executive but I think he is more like a manager level. He just doesn't seem like executive material to me. I mean he talks to animals after all!

Moving on.

I can't help but compare the cat to myself. A little bit angry and feeling like he isn't getting a fair shake and somehow always in trouble. Ok, it's true sometimes I feel a little like that myself but it is usually in certain situations when someone won't *LISTEN* to me.

Anyway, check out "Get Fuzzy" at www.comic.com

Psych-Out

I have to say I don’t much understand psychics or the people who believe in them. There has been so much information debunking most of them that I cannot even grasp that more people are starting to believe. All I can think is that they must be desperate for something. *Oh, but this one, this one really knows me!*

If psychics know so much then why are they sitting on the sidewalks in New Orleans with those piss poor set-ups trying to get my money, rather than trying to make some bucks in the stock market or maybe at the track? Better still, gambling at a casino?

I’ve never heard any psychic predict the winner of a Presidential campaign – no they are eerily silent. You know why? Because we won’t forget their prediction by the time it comes true and they only have a 50-50 change of being right. Those odds are too high to take the risk!

Yet, still, every day people read his or her horoscope before venturing out into the cold cruel world. Pity, I say. What are even sadder and more fascinating are the people who say they are Christians and still dabble in it. I think the Bible is very clear …run, don’t walk away from these types of people (Gal 5:20).

I tell you it seems like just one more way for someone to not take responsibility for themselves. If someone tells me they lost there job because the moon was in retrograde…let me make a prediction…they loose a lot of jobs and I bet it has something to do with their performance.

Just something I *see*.

I don’t know what the future may hold. I do know I won’t be depending on anyone else to tell me how to live my life. I will listen to the person who cares most for me. Myself!

Living in Arcata, California

The Internet is a wonderful thing. It gives you a sneak look into other lives, cities, worlds. Think about it, ten years ago did you have some of the knowledge you now have? Isn't it because of the Internet?

I love it.

I found the Arcata Eye Police Log while out on a cruise of the super highway. http://www.arcataeye.com/police/ Read some of these adventures in the coplog comedy from a far-up Northern California college town and it will have you laughing out loud. And the person(s) writing it must have a dandy sense of humor. And to think about it - it's a cop. Who would have thunk it? The best stuff is the older years but the Web Master/Editor got smart and now the older years aren't up any more and you have to buy the book. Here's a sample of this years:

1:34 a.m. A motel guest reported that management had changed locks on his Valley West room, and he wished police assistance in retrieving his belongings. It turned out that he wasn't actually a registered guest at the motel - that person was registered at a different lodging facility called county jail. That person was to retrieve the personal items on release from incarceration.
2:10 a.m. A man in a black sweater and a woman in a red jacket argued loudly at a Uniontown shopping center, then were observed hugging. Delighted by the reconciliation, a security guard asked them to further celebrate by leaving.
2:17 p.m. On 10th Street, a bongo eruption
Contributed to the corruption
Of life as we know it
Persuaded to stow it
The drummers desisted disruption.
4:06 p.m. Topless frisbee players were reported at the Community Park. The field was closed, and the bare-chested disc flingers covered up their immodest wiggly bits.
6:13 p.m. But at least a few - actually, 15 - of the once-brazen topless athletes remained behind, smoking and drinking.

So if you have some time to kill and want to laugh. Try reading some of the goings on in Arcata, California. Makes you want to visit but surely NOT move there!

Uncommon Common Sense

You would think that common sense would get its name from the very fact that it is COMMON – widespread, ordinary, universal. But it doesn’t - Because it isn't common. I know you know that. Well you should, its common sense!

But nope, common sense is uncommon. I think I know why. Its political correctness. And it is taking over. I, for one, am sick of it. The Soviets embraced Political Correctness with the Communist Revolution. Did we learn nothing from watching that fiasco?

You know how it all started? It was someone who was called names in grade school. You Betcha. They grew up (but in size only) and still live with that hard knot in their itty-bitty brain. They decided they would fix it where no one would be allowed to use any words or behavior that might upset anyone, even the butt ugly and the stupid. It’s the first time in the history of the United States that even a comedian has to be careful how they tell their jokes!

They got some others like them together to moan and bitch about all the poor people who are called names that they personally felt where not good words. And it kept going until it became unwritten law. Now, it is starting to be written law and it should be scaring the bejebbers out of everyone.

Freedom of speech is a protection against oppression. Any limitation is momentous stuff and should be decided by common law methodology; and not determined by the mob. Now they are making laws that the Christian faith is “hateful”.

Where will it stop?

It won’t.