She is

My Little Sister. A baby sister. I remember when she arrived ~ she came packaged with the most beautiful name of all. She had curly hair. Wispy. But the back of it was always in curls. Mom taught her to drink coffee. She still does. She became one of those companion-type children once the rest of us were in school. was probably a good thing, cause i don't think we had any pets at the time. she became our pet. big brother called her kahuna-nana or buanni. i think he was trying to say princess in some foreign language. she was a princess. all of us girls are. and now...we are all old enough to be queens. she grew up in a different world than the rest of us. even a baseball bat to MY nose couldn't stop her from doing what she wanted. she's grown up to be a good people. sometimes more than good. and i loves her. even when she is just a bratty little sister. somewhere in the midst of it all, she makes me smile a smile for her.

happy birthday little sister. .....no.... happy birthday DEAR sister.

love you...50 more to come

geo

All In A Day's Work

Yes, that is Banger. On the job. Looking out for me and you. She's tuff. She's ruff. Shes a banger! No hoodlums nearby. If only her driver would come back!

ta daaaaa

a did it. she's a master. public administration. mmmmmmmmmmmm watch out! even the csub president said there are 37 open spaces in the ca senate tonight that could easily be occupied by one of the 147 masters candidates that were awarded their diploma at the end of their hard run race. (i love politcally motivated speaches. especially when the money is all dried up.)

ya dun good, a. we are proud of you. use it wisely ~ serve wholeheartedly.


peace out.

dog days .....

the days have just been weaving themselves in and out of each other. we have certainly gone from spring to sizzling summertime. if i could just come up with away of not paying so much for electricity.....

banger is keeping us entertained. she has this little moose (she stole from cooper) that she loves. and she will bring it to you but it is understood that you are not to touch it. if you move towards it, she will yank it up with her teeth, perhaps let you grab it if you can pry it from her mouth. give it a toss across the room and she is there before it even lands. then she brings it back and starts the game all over again, and again, and again. pretend like you are going to take it from her and she likely to lunge at you just to let you know it is HER moosie. funny dog.

yup it works

so i am reading about this lady that fell asleep on a plane, which landed somewhere around midnite, only to wake up ~ alone ~ at four in the morning when a cleaning crew found her. she is suing the airline. comments about ~ like why all the sue-happy people, flight attendants are not baby sitters, etc. everyone has an opinion. mine is that they should make a made-for-tv movie about the incident. kind of like The Langaliers.

do ever just sit and listen to people that talk to themselves and then realize it is actually you they are speaking to? its is certainly an unexpected phenomona in my life.

i like the word phenomona. i never really know to say phenomona or phenomonem. you know, living in a ms world there is no right or wrong way....just many ways to do things.

i seem to have lost my cursor. and i don't know how to get it back because i dont know where it went. i wonder if i can publish this without losing what i have written.

whew....i'm back and i didn't lose my post. how's that for luck. your luck...cause if it wasn't here i am sure i could not replicate what i have written. it has taken me hours to compose [yeah, huh]

"I take it, you have no teeth?

Because the back of your tee-shirt says you are about the most pathetic dumb-sh** around.

and i quote, "i'll sell my wife for beer."

i did not see what the front of the tee-shirt said. but the back set me off enough to cause me to roll my window down and yell, "you are about as STUPID as your tee-shirt!!!" he turned around and looked at me like i was confused.

,,,,sell my wife for a beer!!! there is no confusion in that statement. i could just run his butt over in the parking lot and put some wife out of her misery.

despicable!

from the mouths of the experts

okay so i had to do it. i contacted the camera company and asked. here is their answer:
Some people are susceptible to dizziness when viewing displays.
This is simply a precaution.
I hope this information is helpful to you.

no it wasn't helpful to me...i do not equate dizziness with feelings of discomfort, mostly i liken it to feelings of euphoria.

this actually scares me. have you noticed that everything nowdays causes dizziness, migraines, SEIZURES? ...used to be that if i played back too much, i would just get fat(ter) but they have moved it way beyond being fat now. or even if you did that other thing too much you would go blind...and now they have proven that that can actually happen...just listen to the warnings for e.d. drugs. and we used to worry about advertisements for feminine products.

yep....getting old is certainly a brain tease.

i am going garage sailing today. and then to a wedding tonite.
exciting day...hope yours is too.