~~~Well, here I am, I think. Gosh, I wish I knew why I'm so lethargic when it comes time to think about spitting out some words in an orderly fashion. Not just *orderly* but it might be nice if the words were arranged so they made some sense, always figured that would be a good idea, eh? *sigh*

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I doubt very much I'm having writer's block. Shoot, I haven't written enough blogs lately to be blocked from anything -- except entry to my refrigerator, which is an area I really don't need to invade, that's for sure. *sigh*

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Just to show how low I've sunk, blogwise, I feel the urge to tell you about snarfing up a couple of honest-to-god REAL tomatoes the past few days. The SIL, whose name is actually not SIL, but *Jim*, grew those lucious, juicy, sweet tomato-ey flavored fruit. (I was going to type in "veggie" but doggone it, much as it offends me I am going to be politically correct for a change and call that red thing what it is----a *fruit* and not a vegetable.

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Anyway, I'm hoping perhaps the kidlet I popped out many years ago will be kind to her feeble old Mom and ask Jim if that person can have a couple more of those great toe-mah-toes.

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What I'd really like is enough of them to make a great big shallow bowl of my wonderful salad (or whatever it is).....It's just a mixture of not-too-thickly sliced cucumbers, tomatoes, cubes of mozzerella cheese (or any hard white cheese of your choice), lots of sweet basil sprinkled throughout the whole schmear -- and dressed with a *Lite* Italian dressing. Turn the ingredients around every so often and, in about I-don't-know-how-many-hours, it should be nice & cold but totally permeated with the dressing.

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Now where the hell did that come from? Must have leaked out from the hole in my head, I didn't even know the "recipe" was still in there somewhere. [there IS no recipe] One more time.... *sigh*

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Why don't I just leave with a little joke now, I can call my departure "leave now before anyone gets hurt", that should do it...

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Even if you don't own a dog right now, you'll appreciate the efforts of this owner to sell her dog. Read the sales pitch!!
Dog For Sale! Free to good home. Excellent guard dog.

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Owner cannot afford to feed him anymore, as there are no more thieves, murderers, or molesters left in the neighborhood for him to eat.
Most of them knew him as 'Holy Shit'

Awww -- Poor Lady Liberty! She is exhausted. It's been soooo hard on her these last 7-3/4 years, what with Commander Bunnypants pretending to be, like, a real U.S. President but not even coming close to what our citizens expect of our #1 leader in the asylum known as Washington, D.C.
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Since I am very, very old and have voted in every presidential election since 1952, I am without doubt one of the few really, really knowledgeable old biddies who actually knows whereof she speaks. Am I right? Of course I am! Well, maybe not, but I know y'all are too polite to tell me I may be wrong, but I'll say....maybe just this time, OK?
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I don't know if anyone has noticed or not, but I haven't been hanging around here for the last few days. Tell the truth I just couldn't think of anything to blog about. I wonder if this means I am all washed-up? Just a shadow of my former sparkling, scintillating, spicy, sassy self? Nah. I suspect I just hit an extremely *lazy break*, I know I have been sort of captivated by a furry feline these past couple of weeks, though. Snickers is soooooo smart! Yeah, yeah, I know. Everyone says that about their own little hairballs, but in Snicker's case, it's true!! And when I get back on track, I intend to bore anyone who shows up here with mah-vel-ous tales of my kitty's fantastic I.Q. Yup.
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All you guys and gals whose cat, if you have one, refuses to drink water from their own water bowl, raise your paw hand. Snickers will only drink from two sources --- from my very tall glass of ice water....She really slurps that up. Or! she jumps up on the kitchen counter waits close to the faucet for me open it to a small stream so she can lean over the tap and slurp from the flowing water. No big deal, actually. Cats are notoriously fussy about their drinking water being fresh and cold.....She did a great job of training me to throw away the cute bowl I started to use as her "water bowl" when she moved in.
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OH! It has occurred to me that I have not posted a picture of me, so far, on my blogpage. Well, I thought you might like to see me in my element......lazing about in comfy attire. just musing on the mysteries of Life and all that stuff. And wondering----could really great gourmet type food magically appear in my refrigerator (ready to be warmed-up) if I wished really hard for it ??

Probably not

Isn't this just the loveliest image of the selected so- called president? (Blech) It is really the ultimate in *bad taste* by a person who is supposed to be the Leader of the Free World and you'd think he could exhibit a little class, wouldn't you? Good Grief, what an imbecile!!
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But then, looking back on the years of outrage at the continuous law-breaking episodes conducted by Bunnypants and his masked marauders [e.g., a nasty cabal of Republican cabinet members, Bush' staff, the illegal firing of nine [liberal] federal judges and nonchalantly installing/hiring *his* own justices, eavesdropping on ordinary American citizens, torture of prisoners+others, thumbing his nose at the Geneva Conventions, the U.S. Constitution, the Bill of Rights, creating the reprehensible "Patriot Act", refusing to sign the Kyoto Treaty, detaining "prisoners" for years without legal representation at Gitmo.
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Well, soon the 8-year nightmare will be over, and Bunnypants will go back to his "ranch" to clear brush and ride his bike over his land, blah blah. Like I care what the hell he does, as long as he leaves our country alone to try and make sense of the shambles he's leaving it in....wonder how many years it will take for America to get back where she belongs? Or should we all prepare to learn to speak Chinese, since that will soon be the No. One Power on this planet and America will be lucky if we can hold on to No. TWO. *sigh*
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~~Let history tell the pitiful story of the ONLY American president in our entire history who not only lied about the *reason* for war with Iraq, but pre-emptively attacked Iraq with no provocation whatsoever. America has NEVER committed such an egregious, terrible, shameful action in 232 years. OK, I'll just get down off this really high soapbox----whoa, it IS kinda high, ain't it? Hope I don't fall and break something important. Eeeeeeeeeeeuuuuu. OW!

~~~ There she is...Miss America. Oh, wait just a darn minute. That ain't "Miss America" for crying out loud!! That just happens to be my new--very new--room mate, who moved into my bachlorette pad just a few hours ago.

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Her name is *Snickers* and she is one-year-old. She's (I guess) a "long-haired domestic beige/brown/grey/ blahblah/Tabby. I'm not real keen on the long hair, that means the agony of brushing at least twice a week. Oy!

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She's kind of funny. When I put her on the floor when we got home, she just ambled around here and there, then came back into the livingroom where Kathie and I were standing around waiting for her---and with that bushy, longhaired tail waving gracefully straight up---she announced to us that the apartment looked fairly decent (and even fairly clean) and she'll give it a try, see if it works out for her. I was very happy with her decision. LOL

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*Snickers* would not have been my first choice for her name, but that's what she was called by her previous guardians and after using it for a while at the shelter it sort of fell right into place. So might as well keep the candy bar name. She doesn't answer to it anyway and there's no reason to believe naming her something else would elicit a different response (actually coming to us by calling her a new name), so what the heck.

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Heehee~~~When I saw this sign I said, I gotta put that on my blogpage -- even if it doesn't make much sense there's just something about it I really like.

And my answer to the question asked by the sign maker? Heck NO! -- I couldn't out-run that wonderful creature, uh-uh, no way! Nope. Anywayyyy, I saw this, I liked it and now it's on my blogpage. ~~So there!

I think everyone would agree that the German Shepherd breed is wayyyyy spectacularly impressive. There's just something about the way they look, their piercing eyes, perked-up ears that always make them look so alert! --- everything about the breed says "You want a piece of me, Punk? Just try sneaking into my house or on my property, I will show you the way out.....really fast, OK?" --- Well maybe he wouldn't say it in quite that nasty a tone of voice, but then- - - -he could if he wanted to. And would.

Well, if this isn't the dumbest blog I've splattered all over the pages so far I don't think I can recall any that was dumber than this. Yikes. To top off my idiocy this is a re-run blog. Yeah. Really. I posted this.....uhhhh.....*thing* on 6 November 2006. That was the first time.

And I promise. This will be the last time. OK?

~~Oh Pooh! I almost had it!
Okey then, I think I will write something. Don't know why I should, though....really. I mean, if nobody's going to stop by and actually say something by comment, (instead of lurking) what's the point of blogging? I am not interested in reading this, what the heck, I already read it you know??
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Know what's really weird? Down farther on the page I had an image of a dark grey kitten standing in a boxer's pose (ready to fight, I suppose) and she's telling the blogger world she is going to "fyte for justis", etc. --- Well !! For some reason a ton of people must have thought this image was the cat's meow (ouch! Funny pun? NOT) because there was always at least half-a-dozen search engines where someone was looking for "upload kitty fyte" or words to that effect. On any odd day I decided to go over to the sitemeter and take a look, there they were......looking for that kitten. Very bizarre, I thought. Or not.
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Oy. Now ain't this exciting? I shuda stayed home today. I got nothing. Well, there's the unexpected memory flash I had a few days ago. Have no idea what was on the TV screen, sometimes I have it on and it just sits there and drones some stuff or other. I am generally not paying any attention. Keep telling myself, put a CD in the thingie, slap those great Koss stereo-ears on and listen to great music. But I just keep wasting time wandering all over cyberspace. I was planning on doing some serious peecee cleaning up/out, but got sidetracked and never got to it. *sigh*
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What was I talking about in that last paragraph? Hmmm. Had the TV on ....*check*.....*wasn't listening* ..... *ears*. OH Yeah! I remember. There was a brief clip about a singer/actor I haven't thought of for a gazillion years. His name is--was Mario Lanza. Tenor. Opera. Then the movie studios discovered him and he started crooning pop songs, mostly romantic stuff. Made us girls' hearts go all melty and mushy. His black curly hair and Italian good looks didn't hurt his reputation, for sure! He was, in the late 40's, early 50's what we called a *dream boat*. Which is kind of silly, isn't it? What's a dream boat got to do with "it"?
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Well anyway, I gotta get over to Amazon, sign in, search. For any re-master of an album by this "dream boat" fella. Ah Mario, I was all alone in Rome, where were you? Oh yeah, I forgot.....I wasn't alone. Heehee. I sauntered over to the *Ritz* which was a hotel on the main drag (which I have, of course, forgotten the name of) but I didn't forget what a couple of "The Girls" back in Wiesbaden told me about the Ritz. A Navy officers' hangout, pick-up joint, only this wasn't a "joint", the Ritz was just that....ritzy. Yeah Baby.....Wheeeeee
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~nutz! I already did a blog about my solo trip to Rome which was supposed to include a ride over to the Isle of Capri (a very short boat ride, actually). There's sort of more interesting stuff, I think, on that blog. Did I save it? I'll go look back at The Mousetrap.
Yup. There it is.

~~~Well, quite a difference in attitude of the military, whoever they may be (this looks like an Iraqi boy, perhaps....a teenager?) His gentle stroking of the cat's head shows quite a different attitude towards defenseless animals---compared to the American Marine who [presumably] did such an ugly thing, laughing as he threw that little puppy over the edge of a very high cliff!

An old blogger buddy from long ago--who was part of a forum when we were all at our dial-up ISP together sent a link to the nicest video I've seen and listened to for.....well, a really long time! It's so cute and sentimental and sort of made my eyes dribble tears, too. It's wonderful !

It's got the .pps extension. But if you don't happen to have PowerPoint installed, it is a very simple thing to download it and be ready for any other video/audio "movies" that may come your way. Anyway, here's the link to PowerPoint if you don't already have it downloaded. --- http://tinyurl.com/yfyrhj

So, here's the link.....I just upgraded my PowerPoint Viewer from my old 2003 version all the way up to the latest which is "2007". Wheeeee, such a deal! Hah. Oh, the music is pretty neat, too. And I discovered, while waiting for the show to get going and s-l-i-d-e (it took too long between images to suit me), that just a wee little tap of your forefinger on your mouse (left) will make the picture move to the next image ........
And this is the link to the slideshow (don't forget, speakers on!) --- DogsAndPeople.pps

I really, really hope whoever stops by and sees this will get themselves over to that wonderful video......if you like dogs, there's no way you wouldn't love this.

I am so bad. I lied. I said I would be back. Well.....that part is true. I'm back. But I couldn't think of a doggone thing to blog about. So what to do? Oh My, what a quandary. Awrighty then, I guess I will just cheat. Har Har

That means I'm pasting a re-run blog on here tonight. This is one from.....oh shoot, am I supposed to remember when I posted this? No way. It's been, like, "a few years ago".

~Close enough.

Oreo-gasmic Experience

Has anyone tried the new Oreo cookie with the chocolate filling? Very tasty. The exquisite symbiosis between a glass of cold milk and these little darlings is a spiritual and moving experience. The chocolate filling, when licked with a morsel of the crisp dark chocolate cookie, is an orgasmic experience. I highly recommend this lovely treat to everyone. I thought I was in love with double chocolate Milano's, but I think I have found a new life-partner in chocolate filled Oreos. Ah, but old loves are never forgotten. I will visit my Milanos one day again, it is inevitable----especially when they are on sale.

I think I'll get my rear in gear and get dressed. I am out of chocolate-filled Oreos and very low on milk, not to mention cat food. Sheee-it, I guess I got no choice. It's a wonderfully grey, gloomy day and is going to rain pretty soon. A great day to ignore needed housecleaning, think I'll just lay around, read and eat. And I suppose the cat will need food sooner or later, too. So I'm gonna do it. Soon. Uh-huh. Ah'll be back.

Well, that's that. Took me a total of 35 minutes. In, out, back, shed the underwear, into some ratty old scrubs.. Pretty good, I'd say. It was worth the trip, though. The Oreos were on sale!! 2/$4.00. That's two packages of cookies for $4.00. I really didn't want two packages so I gave up my savings of $0.00, and just bought one package ($2). I'd like to meet the marketing genius who thinks up these things.

Doggone it, thought I was done for today. I haven't even started bumming around some blogs yet and I still want to make a separate page for blogger links and stuff. But while I was here, the radio was giving me Harry Belafonte----Day-O...........Day-aye-aye-Oh........Daylite come and we wanna go home....... That song will always be linked to the movie "Beetlejuice" for me. Remember the great scene at the dining room table, when they all burst into the song and jammed around the table.......???? I loved that movie. I have no idea why.

So! -whatcha think of the design some demented engineer came up with to show an expression of respect [?] by "Candidates 2008", who have dedicated this structure to--The Great Unwashed Electorate of the U.S.A. (It's being called The Ultimate Outhouse)
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This structure could be used by other countries who conduct free elections and consider themselves a democracy. They are welcome to use its image if they wish........ I personally endorse the construction of this lovely emblem of politics, since it so elegantly and beautifully symbolizes exactly what politicians think of "the voter".
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"My name is Barack?Hillary? and I have approved this message"

Eeny meeny miney mo...catch a Democrat by the toe...
then we'll get our country back....Ha-Ha-Ho

Hello. Anybody out there? Err, I've been sort of *out-of-it* for the past week or so. Just kind of icky and bored with everything and tired and achy-breaky, etc., etc. I guess *Blah* describes it pretty well. The whole idea of sitting in front of the monitor with fingers poised over the keyboard, well, that didn't move me one bit. First, I didn't feel like putzing around with the PC and I really didn't want to take a chance on hurting myself by trying to write something -- if I even had any ideas for a blog, that is. Which I didn't. Have, I mean. I sure can't be the only person who gets this "oh, who gives a hoot about writing a blog, I mean, who really cares anyway? Right?" Of course I'm right, I usually am.
Har Har
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As long as I'm here, however, I want to link to a story I found by accident while browsing around Fark.com (if you've never wandered around that site, you are missing a unique experience. At least I think so. It's a very weird, funny, unexplainable "news bits" site.) There was a picture on Fark's splash page of a kitten who really had a tough time! I put a link at the end of the blog, go read her story, and if your heart doesn't do an -Awwwww!- for that little dolly, you are definitely made of stone! Hah.
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After I logged in, I went to my "account"* and right on top of the page was a brightly colored banner telling me to have a "Happy Birthday" and then announcing the date of that miraculous birth 77 years ago.......LOL. Now that was an unusually original touch for their 'members', eh? Cool.
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Anyway, here's the link -- "Popsicle"

~~~That sure is some swell picture, isn't it? The Brooklyn bridge. The Hudson River. And of course ~The Twin Towers~ rising benignly over everything.

Well, at least until 11 September 2001, anyway.

I spotted it at the end of an article I was reading from one of my endless links to "info" stuff -- actually, from a place called Alternet.com -- a very good website that manages to find offbeat stories about the stinkin' world of politics and the stinkin' homo sapiens who inhabit that world.

Know what? I think I will just hit the "Publish Post" button now, close this infernal machine, crawl into the refrigerator and meditate for a moment or two.......realize I am beginning to feel very cold in there......crawl out and into the "snackie" cupboard instead. Ah yes, there we are! -- Pretzels. Aw-ritey! And a tall glass of ice-cold soda to wash them down? -- Woo-Woo! My cup runneth over. Life is not all bad after all, eh?

~~~Well Howdy Doody and a very happy Monday to you too.

I can't really stay too long here since, as you can see, I have a dinner guest waiting for me........she's very patient but I wouldn't want to offend her by making her sit and drool over that bottle of saké right in front of her! She's a nice little girl, not much of a talker but very sweet and polite. Yup.

Gosh, what the heck is goin' on in Blogland lately? Is there some virus going around which totally incapacitates everyone to the state of complete ennui --- like, Ho-Hum, how boring is this? Yeah, it's a drag. *sigh* It's hard to get real excited about coming up with something legible in this world of impeccable literary genuises like you and me and that nutso guy who lives down the street.

Umm, What the helk am I talking about?---anybody know? I think I will just amble on over to the patio where Priscilla is waiting for me and her jigger of saké.

~~~Good Morning to you, and me, too. It is a lovely, soggy, wet and rainy Sunday which raises my mood to "exhileration" -- nothing is more satisfying than a chilly, rainy day to keep thoughts of doing anything constructive or meaningful away for as long as it takes to just kick back and piddle-putz around my nest.........doing nothing I don't want to do.

Does that make any sense? OK. It means I gave myself license to do whatever I feel like doing. Eating. Napping. Having the Packer game on in the background. [If I feel like slapping on a smidgen of makeup I might even wander downstairs to the diningroom and watch a bit of the game on the gigantic plasma screen TV there]* ---Cooking a big kettle of vegetarian soup --- did you know there are delicious soup recipes that contain NO animal flesh in them?? The one I chose to make today is titled "Ultima Pasta e Fagioli". It is very, very tasty. Yup.

OK then. I must get started on my day of blissful sloth. Oh BTW, I had a date with a very fine man last Thursday. A dentist. Dr. Dougie Doom is his name. He did a thing called a "root canal" in my mouth where a crown broke off at the gum line and clanked into my bathroom sink.......so that had to be re-constructed with the -*shudder*- root canal procedure. Dr. Doom is an excellent dentist and I should be honest.....there was really no actual pain, I suppose, but I still have to confess it didn't really feel all that good, either.

People I have talked to about the "root canal" procedure have said it wasn't as bad as everyone else says it is. So? Who's lying here---well, at least stretching the truth---in my case I can truly say even with "shots" of novacaine or whatever (making my lower lip and most of my jaw feel like that part of my face was 10 times bigger than normal), there was probably a suggestion of an "owie" going on. Of course since I am really such a fragile, sensitive, frail little old lady I might just be more affected with an owie than someone more robust and younger--don't you agree?

How about a little video clip time? Turn on your speakers, You'll want to hear every note Ol' Blue Eyes is warbling. For those too young to know who Ol' Blue Eyes is, well --- that would be Frank Sinatra.

~~~ Strangers on a Flight

~~~Know what? I just realized something. We humans can't UN-SEE what we may have accidentally looked at. Right?
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Ummm, I really don't know about such things, but I have heard--a few times in my lifetime--that "size doesn't matter".

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Well, I just want to say.......Hey! you bet your bippy it makes a difference!!!

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~~~There's a new show in town -- well, somewhere in Kentucky anyway -- having its grand opening Memorial Day. And as I type this I'm having a problem keeping my lunch "down" in my gut where it's supposed to be. I am a member of DefCon and it looks like I'm going to be making myself nutso again with a new assault on sanity! But then, the expected hordes of people who will visit this $27 million dollar temple dedicated to stupidity and completely untrue/false ideas will Oooooo and Aaaaaa, then the novelty of this "museum" will undoubtedly fade away.......

But I guess people like me, who totally believes in science, reality and proven facts---will just have to "grin and bear it" and hope there will be a big enough backlash from the *smart* crowds to sit up and take notice of a very large group of religious fanatics who call themselves "Christians".

This planet called Earth is just another planet that dances around the sun, and has been doing so for billions of years. And I guess the bible, [Christian?] according to the nutsos who want, more than anything, to make the U.S.A. a Theocracy supposedly tells the absolute truth---the earth is 6,000 years old and dinosaurs, like, OK, they existed, but lived in the same time period as people. Now someone like me would consider that a joke, but no-one is spending $27 million dollars on a "museum" to showcase a fairy tale from a book written before humanity as we know it today got started, actually.

I copied a few comments from the DefCon blogpage last night, which I think I may just slap on my Mousetrap home page to continue this, MY own personal rant --- (and passing out a few brief paragraphs of quotes from the DefCon site......)

"The awesome dinosaur is a star attraction for drawing wide-eyed children and their families. It's surprising, though, to be welcomed at the gate of the Creation Museum in northern Kentucky by two stegosauruses. After all, this brand-new museum is designed to disprove evolution, including the millions of years that science says dinosaurs walked the earth.

For Bible-defending "creationists," God created Earth and all its creatures between 6,000 and 10,000 years ago. But they know a drawing card when they see one, and this museum has more than its share of animatronic (moving, teeth-baring, roaring) specimens. In fact, dinosaurs play a big role in this "biblical history": They live not 65 million years ago, but with humans -- in the Garden of Eden and on Noah's Ark!! "

~~~~The interesting comments made by sharp people on DefCon's page must be read to appreciate just how enormously MORONIC people can be to believe there was such a thing as "Noah's Ark" and 40 days of rain, blah blah blah. Please, please, skip over to the next page and read what people with brains that work have said. And I only copied a few of the remarks!

"Dinosaurs are one of the icons of evolution, but we believe they lived at the same time as people," says Ken Ham, founder of Answers in Genesis (AiG), the fundamentalist Christian ministry that built the facility. "The Bible talks about dragons. We believe dragon legends had a basis in truth."

The $27 million museum set on 50 acres opens on Memorial Day, and AiG hopes for 250,000 visitors a year. Mr. Ham, founder of Answers in Genesis (AiG), the fundamentalist Christian ministry that built the facility, is direct about the museum's purpose: to restore the Bible to its "rightful authority" in society.

[My kinda skeptical query]-----Why should that particular book, which is called a "bible" by Christians (and isn't there a variety of what could be called "bibles" for other religions and beliefs around the world?) be "restored to its rightful authority in society" ---according to WHO?--- the nitwit who started the museum? Puh-leeze! What makes Mr. Ham the Holy Roller Ruler of the Planet?

For many scientists, however, it's distressing. Some 700 scientists at educational institutions in Kentucky, Ohio, and Indiana have signed a statement deploring the "scientifically inaccurate" exhibits and warning that students who accept them are "unlikely to succeed in science courses."

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Well, since that really cool picture of me in my 2-piece bathing suit is apparently lost somewhere in the Wild Blue Yonder over Deutschland, I guess I am stuck with the same old gloomy-gus face on this picture......taken on some strasse in downtown Wiesbaden. I used the same old glum image in a blog I wrote a while ago -- about that sensational "beauty contest" in San Antonio, Texas? -- with a bunch of other, ummm, gorgeous Pfc's ? I mean, how could anyone forget such a momentuous event in our country's history, huh??

But I digress. I really need to take something for that, it is a very annoying malady. And probably ticks off most people reading my overly long posts, too. What can I say? Well......it's MY blog so I will do anything I want to do, OK? I just thought of something maybe, just maybe, might be a tad interesting so perhaps everyone will forget how bored they are reading all this dreck. So!

After our shotgun wedding in the base chapel on Sept. 10 (new readers may not know I was about 2+ mos. pregnant) and then another wedding in the Burgermeister's office two days later (that was the legal one, the church was just frosting on top) but John insisted on doing all that jazz, I couldn't care less about the church thing, the other one was the legal event, so that's what counted. Yup.

We lived in what was called "Capeheart" housing on the base. It was for officers and NCO's above a certain rank. Well, John was not "eligible" for that housing 'cause he didn't have enough stripes on his arm. But I did ! When I'd get p.o'd about something I'd rub it in that I outranked him......then blame my bad mood on pregnancy hormones.

Anyway, I went to have a little chat with the Commander of our squadron and told him I was applying for Capeheart housing, which apparently I was qualified to do since I had the proper number of stripes on my arm. He was totally mystified, he didn't know what the helk to do. Why? Well, to *him* the answer was as simple as the halo on his head---and that was so tight it was causing his brain cells to start leaking.

The Big Man informed me that I could not apply for the housing. Batting my big brown eyes and looking so doggone angelic, I asked why not, since I had one more stripe on my uniform than my husband? He fell back on a creaky old excuse....."because there's no rule anywhere in this situation", that is, no *female* NCO had ever requested housing for herself and her husband.

Well of course I couldn't argue the point. Ya gotta remember I'm in the military service of our country, right? Shucks, I laid my life on the line every day pushing those pencils and shuffling those papers, OK? No, there was no way I could argue with The Brass, because everyone knows when a MAN has a bar or a star on his epaulet that makes him infallible and certainly much smarter than a WOMAN for heaven's sake!!

So John, Brigant* (our boxer puppy) and I moved in with a really nice old couple and that was that. I also wrote a blog about that couple and how the Air Force commandeered Germans to allow military people to live with them in their houses. But "our" couple loved having us live with them......I mean, we had cigarettes, real coffee, meat. (they were very happy having good beef cuts with us at dinner, the German markets weren't very well stocked yet...)

*pronounced:: Brig-awnt

What the heck is this about?~~~My gosh George, don't you even know how to clean up after Barney makes a mess? Where's Karl Rove, isn't that part of his job description....cleaning up doggie doo-doo?

Look at the disgusted look Barney is giving you, George. He's not real happy with you right now, is he? haha

Poor dog! He is soooo humiliated, he hasn't done anything to warrant having those meanie cats laughing at him, has he? Oh, wait a minute!! They're laughing at his boss--Commander Bunnypants--not at poor Barney. Well, of course!

~~I always feel compelled to fill up space, I don't know why. So I thought I'd stick this old story on here today...... Grin and bear it, OK?

Summer 2000

I'm not sure if I ever mentioned my day at the Al Gore campaign rally? I probably did, but I can't remember if I told anyone or not, so bear with me, I'm old and I demand some respect for a failing memory, OK?

Anyway, two hospital volunteer buddies and I went to this rally during the 2000 campaign. I'm not going to describe the frenzied excitement and how a person can really get caught up in it. It's pretty much like going to a concert to see some rock star, I suppose. Only the person we came to see is a helluva lot more important than a rock star, for sure!!

It was held on a parklike square downtown, and the green space was really crowded. Sharpshooters were watching from several tall buildings surrounding the square.. Bush didn't get sharpshooters at rallies, but then he was not the Vice-president, was he? Hah. We were standing way too close to one of the two gigantic speakers that nearly blew us over with the music and sound. Oy! Damm, it was exciting.

No-one was allowed to carry in purses, tote bags, etc, etc. Since I wasn't driving, all I needed was a coin purse in my pocket and my house key. I pinned the key to my bra. Then, after my buddies got thru the detector, they waited while I was beeped a couple of times.......couldn't figure it out---what the heck?

The FBI guys looked exactly like the stereotypes on TV, black suits/white shirts/black sunglasses. Two stood with that practiced grim expression and hands crossed in front of their crotches (what's that about?) while I started sweating and being beeped. Finally!! I remembered the key in my bra. Two other FBI smurfs watched carefully (too carefully, if you ask me) while I fumbled in my shirt to unpin the key and give it to them. At last!! I passed thru the detector with my life....and my house key.....intact.

An extremely cheery campaign volunteer came by with a box of cold Cokes for the great unwashed public (that would be us and a few thousand others).........Oh boy, that cold soda never tasted SO fine. And that's my big story of the day.

Yeah I know, this billboard is a re-run, but shucks, I like it so much I just wanted to post it again!








I have come to a momentous decision~~~I have decided what I want to be when I grow up. Yup.

Since there are probably thousands of other older faces in the crowd and it certainly is no big deal anymore (see blog above about really elder bloggers !) -- no matter who says so -- I will just have to come out of my shy, withdrawn persona and claim the most meaningful title I can think of. And by golly, what else would there be?............Well-l-l.........

I guess I could always claim to be THE BEST OLD BLOGGER, but I get tired just thinking about the really tough competition hangin' around the blogesphere. just waiting to knock me off the No. One perch, ya know? Whew.

Blah.....URP! Gag ... Retch

"Who's the moron who brought that rotten sushi into the Bobcat Beanery last night??"

Awwwww, what a dirty trick to play on such a cute little kitty-kat. All this sweet little darling wanted was a nice dinner last night, then someone had to go and spoil it for everyone at the party. Grrrrrrrr.

I found this cutey's photo in an interesting slideshow of many big cats.......the organization is called "Big Cat Rescue", and the site is very nice. Lots of videos -- complete with cat sounds and other interesting stuff.

It reminded me, though, that there's just too many maggots who call themselves humans who don't give a damm whether the big cats survive on our planet, or not. Like...."canned hunts"....what a sickening way for men to get their kicks -- kill animals that have no way to defend themselves. Yeah. Real macho! I have a cure for this kind of scum. Gimme a rusty scalpel, no anesthesia, and I'll cut off their "macho" real fast. Wheeee.

This is a pretty old posting, but I decided not to delete it, I really like that pretty bobcat's expression and just want to be able to see it if I happen to drop in on this blogpage. Besides, I gave the Rescue site money for the right to download this particular image, so I guess I own it now. Yup.