Bridges Set On Fire

'Bridges of Madison County' bridge set on fire

This is just wrong. How could anyone do such an awful thing? You have to think it is just some stupid kids out trying to get attention. Probably bored.

So instead of doing something constructive, let's be destructive. Those bridges had survived floods, tornadoes and 130 years of Mother Nature. Then some asswipe comes along and torches them because they are bored.

I hope they flog those asshats!

Duh!

Can you say Duh!

How Old Am I?

My inner child is sixteen years old!

Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something's gotta change. And it's gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.


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Unconscious Mutterings

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Bookends:: Twins
Compliment:: Colors
Gutter:: Leaves
Obsession:: Sex
Heavy:: Thoughts
Real:: Coke
Disposable:: Razors
Breeze:: Wind
Work:: Sucks
Sweetheart:: P

(Thanks to Mel for the link)

TWO TOUGH QUESTIONS

Question 1:
If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?

Read the next question before looking at the answer for this one.

Question 2:
It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts.

Here are the facts about the three leading candidates.

Candidate A -
Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologists. He's had two Mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to10 martinis a day.

Candidate B -
He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.

Candidate C -
He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife.

Which of these candidates would be your Choice?
Decide first, no peeking, then scroll down for the answer.
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Candidate A: is Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Candidate B: is Winston Churchill.
Candidate C: is Adolph Hitler.

And, by the way, the answer to the abortion question: If you said yes, you just killed Beethoven. Pretty interesting isn't it? Makes a person think before judging someone.

Never be afraid to try something new.

Remember:
Amateurs built the Ark
Professionals built the Titanic

And in case you never saw this one......
Can you imagine working for a company that has a little more than 500 employees and has the following statistics:

* 29 have been accused of spousal abuse

* 7 have been arrested for fraud

* 19 have been accused of writing bad checks

* 117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at least 2 businesses

* 3 have done time for assault

* 71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit

* 14 have been arrested on drug-related charges

* 8 have been arrested for shoplifting

* 21 are currently defendants in lawsuits

* 84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the last year

Can you guess which organization this is? Give up yet?

It's the 535 members of the United States Congress. The same group of idiots that crank out hundreds of new laws each year designed to keep the rest of us in line.

Dumbass Brother

Beer Mary has a story of her dumbass brothers on her site.

At least her dumbass brothers were in their teenage years (I assume) when this happened. My dumbass brother was in his mid-twenties.

While we were growing up, my parents bought a 1976 Chevy Vega Wagon. It was 1970's green and the coolest thing we had ever owned.

After a few years, my parents finally bought a new vehicle and gave K the old Vega. Of course, all of us had learned to drive in it, but since he had been in the Navy, he got the car when he got out of the Navy.

He was living on the coast in Oregon with a couple of buddies when he decided to go on one more drug/alcohol run to Eugene and back.

They had 5 people stuffed in that little Vega. The were doing about 85 on Hwy 101. Now, if you have never been on Hwy 101 on the Oregon Coast, it resembles something like a snake in a spasm. It has more curves than J Lo's butt.

Of course, the whole time they are driving, they are smoking some doobies and chugging alcohol.

All of a sudden, my brother says, they took flight. He just suddenly realized that the car had not turned when he told it to, and they were now airborne.

They landed on the rocks about 10 feet below the road. No big deal, he thought. There were a few minor injuries, but nothing anyone was going to die from. (Thank God for all the alcohol in their systems!) They hiked back up to the road and got a ride into town.

After they (semi) sobered up, they got a tow truck to go get the car. They had left the car high and dry on some rocks. When they returned a few hours later, the car was under six feet of water.

They had landed during low tide and while they were off "sobering up", the tide had come in.

K said they had an awful time getting all their stuff out of it because of all the sand.

That poor car never ran again.

Dumbass brothers.

Word From the Ozarks

Women & Cats

I agree with ALMOST every one of these.

Poor Acidman

My First Job

I've been thinking about the first real job I ever had. I mean I had babysitting jobs and lawn-mowing jobs, but I don't count those.

My first job was when I was 13. I worked for a small clothing store called Mode O' Day. I didn't get paid cash, but I got to earn any of the clothes I wanted. from that point on, I never asked my parents for any clothing.

I would help the owner unpack and hang up all the clothes.

I really enjoyed that job. Amazing, I didn't have another job in retail until almost 20 years later. And I truly enjoyed it, too.

Where were you on 9/11?

This was something I posted on my old blog a week or so again, but I thought it was worth re-posting here.

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I was in my bedroom in Stacy, MN. P was with me and we were getting everybody up and ready for the day. Suddenly, L knocked on the door and said a plane just his the WTC.

My first thought was a small plane like a Cessna. No big deal. Some idiot just lost control. Then Lucas knocked again and said it was really bad. The building was on fire.

At that point, P & I went into the living room to see what was goin on. I can clearly remember the feeling of horror I felt watching those towers fall.

When the first one fell, I started to cry. when the second one fell, I was inconsolable. P just stood there with his arms around me.

I can remember all three kids asking me what it meant. I didn't know what to tell them. Just that it had to be a terribe accident. It was definitely a tragedy.

For the next couple of weeks, I had to drive from Stacy to Owatonna, through the Twin Cities. It was so spooky driving through the city and not seeing any aircraft. Sometimes I would see a military jet, but mostly the skies were empty.

I will never forget that as long as I live. There are a few memories I have like that. Days that will live in my mind forever.

The day the Hostages were released from Iran. I was in the 7th grade and onstage during drama class rehearsing a play. They let school out for the day.

The day Diana was killed. I was sitting alone in my living room in Carson City, NV. I was watching some stupid movie when they cut into it and told us she was killed. I can remember just crying for hours.

The day of the big earthquake in Northridge, CA. I was working at the sugar plant in Nyssa, OR. I was standing in the lab listening to the World Series when the quake happened. Scary stuff.

Amazing what you remember, isn't it? What will my kids remember? I hope they remember more enjoyable things

Tattoos

Here's the thing - I like tattoos. I have three of them. And in the spring, I will have another one. (You promised, PS, that we could both get one!).

But I have had a long-standing rule not to get any names on my body. And I try to talk people out of it every time. Now Billy Bob knows why.

I got my first tattoo in Millington, TN. I was in the Navy and went with 2 buddies (Marines) to the local tattoo parlor. I was not going to get one. I was along for moral support. We started looking around for tats we liked. Finally, B said he wanted the Marine Bulldog. I told them that if they could find a sparrow, that I would get one, too.

Damed, if they didn't find one!

So, we all traveled out to the trailer for the tattoos. (See, in those days, tattooing was illegal within city limits. You went to the shop in town, picked out what you liked, then they drove you outside city limits to a mobile home/trailer for the actual tattooing.)

I put on this itty bitty tube top and sat backwards on a chair for 45 minutes while this guy tattooed my back. I only paid $65 for a tattoo that should have cost well over $100 because it was late and I flashed my boobs.

My second tattoo I received in Reno, NV. I had gone to Carson City, NV, to look for a new job and place to live. One of my friends from Oregon went with me for moral support. While we were there, we decided to get tattoos to commemorate the event.

She got a beautiful purple rose on her right ankle. I got a hummingbird on my left ankle. Plus, I got to date the tattoo artist for about 4 months!

That one cost me $85.

My third one I got in Detroit Lakes, MN. It is my favorite. It was my Mother's Day present to myself.

It is two hummingbirds circling each other on my right shoulder.

That one cost $120.

My next one is a design that PS and I will design ourselves to show our friendship. We are getting them on our boobs.

I can hardly wait!

FDA Approves New Birth Control Pill (washingtonpost.com)

I don't need this, but I want it.

Man Is Killed in Ride Accident at Disneyland

Man Is Killed in Ride Accident at Disneyland

And people wonder why I don't ride roller coasters?

My Past Is Coming Back to Haunt Me

19 years, 1 month and 3 days ago, I released my little girl for adoption.

I was 17 years old and a Junior in high school. I had no interest in being a parent, nor did I have the patience or funds to take care of a child. I decided the best decision would be to release her for adoption.

I lived in a foster home for about the last 3-4 months of the pregnancy. I can't say I enjoyed my time there. But I did enjoy being pregnant. I was still attending high school and even went to the last dance of the year dressed in a toga. I was 7 months pregnant at the time.

One morning, I woke up early just not feeling quite right. I went out and fed and watered the horses, then went inside and showered and shaved my legs. Why did I shave my legs? Who knows!

My foster-mom drove me to the hospital and L was born a few hours later. She was the most beautiful baby in the world. I spent 3 glorious days in the hospital with her. I could have been released from the hospital before that, but since I was releaseing her, they let me stay with her.

I held her and cuddled her and loved her as much as I possibly could. Then, the day came I had to let go. I dressed her in a cute pink outfit my mother had brought for her. I wrapped her in a blanket that my grandmother had made. I said goodbye and turned and walked away from her. I could barely see because of the tears.

I don't remember the ride home or much of the next few weeks. It broke my heart to leave her there, but I knew it was for the best. She was a beautiful baby. I also know they changed her name to R.

2 years later, I had my son A. 1 year after that, I had my son L. 6 years after that, I had my second daughter, M.

This afternoon, I came home from work and found a letter waiting for me. It seems L has contacted the agency trying to locate me. I have kept them updated as to where I am at all times. So it was very easy for them to find me.

Now, I have to decide if I am ready to meet her again. I am nervous, excited, scared, jubilant. And damn near tears.

My oldest daughter wants to meet me. Am I ready? I don't know.

Comments

I am trying to figure out how to do comments on this blog. Kind of strange.

I feel so old

This is scary.

I graduated high school in 1985.

Football

I love football. Next to baseball, it is my favorite sport to watch and play.

Today was season kickoff. Did everyone get to see Aretha Franklin sing the Star Spangled Banner? Totally Awesome!! She made you feel each and every word. I had goosebumps.

I'm so glad football season is here.

Great Joke

Feces Flinging Monkey

This is a great joke.

Welcome to my new blog!

I have been blogging at 1x.1sound.com, but I have found blogger is much easier to use.

I am looking forward to talking to everyone!