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November 06, 2006


(Brought on by some 80's post I read recently and by watching the Country Music Awards)

When I was young and naive....

I used to think that Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton were married.

I also thought Michael Jackson and Madonna were married.

I don't know why...

But I did.

And I just thought I would share.

On another note...

Growing up, I listened to a lot of country music. That's all that was played in our house. Hell, my first concert was Alabama. I've seen Martina McBride in concert twice. And there are tons more.

I don't listen as much as I used to. I keep up with my favorites through iTunes, but that's about it.

I watched the Country Music Awards tonight. Damn! I did not know that these new male country singers were so hot! Seriously! They all remind me of Marines at the local country bar in their tight jeans and chiseled chests showing through their t-shirts.

I may start listeningwatching country music again. What channel is CMT?

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February 05, 2006


Dear Blogmom Bou has an issue with bras. One of her many escapades is explained as Secret Government Weapons.

So, I thought we'd have a little history lesson on the history of the bra.

Otto Titsling

"This next story is a true story.
It concerns two of my favorite subjects:
industrial theft . . . and-a tits!
Mmm, what a combo! This is the story . . .

The inventor of the modern foundation garment
that we women wear today was a German scientist
and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling!
This is a true story.
His name was Otto Titsling.
What happened to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen to a schnauzer.
It's a very sad story. I feel I have to share it with you."

Otto Titsling, inventor and kraut,
had nothing to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least twice a week.

One night at the opera he saw an Aida
who's tits were so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall into the pit,
done in by the weight of those terrible tits.

Oh, my god! There she blows!
Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess.
Otto eyeballed the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration
flood his soul. He knew what he had to do!
He ran back to his workshop
where he futzed and futzed and futzed.

For Otto Titsling had found his quest:
to lift and mold the female breast;
to point the small ones to the sky;
to keep the big ones high and dry!

Every night he'd sweat and snort
searching for the right support.
He tried some string and paper clips.
Hey! He even tried his own two lips!

Well, he stitched and he slaved
and he slaved and he stitched
until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds first
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

Exhausted but ecstatic he ran
down the street to the diva's house
bearing the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, after many initial misgivings,
she finally did.
And the sigh of relief that issued forth
from the diva's mouth
was so loud that it was mistaken by some
to be the early onset of the Siroccan Winds
which would often roll through the Schwarzwald
with a vengeance!

But little did Otto know,
at the moment of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the diva's bed
was none other than the very worst
of the French patent thieves,
Philippe DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the scene
with a great deal of interest!

Later that night, while our Brun Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe Philippe softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.

Crying, "Oh, my god! What joy! What bliss!
I'm gonna make me a million from this!
Every woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."

"Oh, thank you!"

The result of this swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?

"Ohhh! Thank you!"

So, go offer your support to Bou....

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August 17, 2005

Asking Questions

In my Critical Thinking class, we are talking about asking questions. We've discussed how asking questions can be difficult and our facilitator directed us to this book:

"The Art of Questioning" (Daniel E. Flage, Pearson-Prentice Hall, 2004)

Our facilitator brings up the following:

If you want to know really how your friends think, probe them with the following questions. Like a child, keep asking why until you are satisfied that you got an answer.
Caution: The discussion may get heated and you may lose your friendship. But if it survives, then you have a friend whose opinion is worth seeking, in times of crisis. And we ALL need those kinds of friends.

1. As an American, should you always support your President?

2. Would you support abortion if your friend (or close relative) got raped, and as a result, got pregnant?

Would you support abortion simply as a woman's choice?

3. Do you think gay people have exactly the same rights as straight people? Why or why not?

Would you support same sex marriage?

4. To what extent would you trust the values of a person raised in a different religion than yours?

5. For a stable and happy marriage, what is really most important?

- that both partners have the same ethical values
- that both partners believe in the same religion
- that both partners have same likes and dislikes
- that both partners are capable of communicating their thoughts and feelings and willing to compromise
- the partners really LOVE each other and the basis of marriage is that love and nothing else (such as approval of parents, security, sex appeal, looks, money, etc)
- that both partners are about the same age, same level of education, same social background
- that both have grown out of teenage fantasies and understand the realities of life

6. Will money buy happiness for you?
If not, then why are you pursuing "Money"? ("Show me the money!")

7. What would you do if you find out that your spouse is cheating on you? (or that your boss is cheating the company or that your minister (priest, rabbi) is carrying out immoral acts etc)
In other words, what would you do if you catch a person doing an illegal or immoral or unethical act?

8. Do you expect, super talented people like - Basketball superstar player or Pop-Music superstar (King) to follow and obey the same laws as ordinary citizens?
(Do Presidents have to obey the law?)

9. Would you be able to love your next door Muslim neighbor?

10. Would you love your next door neighbor, if he was a KKK member?

11. Where do you think your soul will go when you die? Does that matter to you?

12. If you are in a car accident and go into long term coma (vegetable state), does your closest relative have a power of attorney from you to tell the doctor and the hospital to pull the plug and let your body be relieved of "life"? Why not?

13. A convicted killer on death roll begs everyone and says that he is a reborn Christian now, that he will never hurt another soul again, and to let him live - would you, as a governor, sign a stay of execution? - even after knowing that Paul, author of most of the New Testament, was such a killer?


When visiting with my boss and her husband a couple of weeks ago, someone had asked what made their relationship work. The husband had said that they had discussed hard core things (like the above) before marriage. Made sure that the other person could live with what views and opinions were important to eachother.

I'd love to go into more detail as I found what they said very intriguing and smart, but I will respect them and not post it for all to see (even though they don't know this blog exists). But to wrap it up what they said, this type of communication is really important in relationships; whether it be marriages, friendships, etc.

I don't find these questions as harsh has our facilitator put them to be, but I guess it all depends on the company you keep. I would discuss any of these things with my close friends without fear of argument or losing a friend.

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July 25, 2005

Does Jello Go Bad?

I guess the competition is still on. Damn! Although, I think all of use feel behind

I am way behind. Using travel, my birthday, not feeling well, and any other excuse to eat what I want and not exercise.

I'm scared. I have to weigh in Friday at Curves.

So this week is be good week to at least show I've maintained and not gained.

I'm scared.

I had the munchies, I had pickles! That's going to get old quick.

I had a sweet tooth, I grabbed a Sugar Free, 10 calorie Jello.

As I took a bite, I noticed it was unusually "runny". Not bad, just a little bit.

There's an expiration date on the side. March 23, 2005


Does jello go bad?

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July 07, 2005

Conspiracy Theories

Bottled Water

Our water companies supply us with piss poor water so that we must buy bottled water or water filters.

Cold Medicine

We are so advanced but we can't cure the common cold? How much money would companies lose if there was no need for cold medicines?

Automated Phone Systems

Set up with the phone companies to make us spend more time on the phone therefore spending more money.

Possible additional conspiracy with medical for us holding the phone up to our head, possible causing cancer or tennis elbow.

No Turn On Red

There is no reason we can't turn on a red if there is no traffic. This sign is posted everywhere so we waste more gas stopped at a stop light.

Light Bulbs

Are you telling me that we cannot create a light bulb to last more than 60 days? Even the "long lasting" bulbs.

Car Maintenance

Cars are programmed to break down on us when we don't have money. I'm still working on this one. They either feel the weight in our wallets or have a chip that can read our bank account.


I am convinced when the bug men come to spray that they plant bug eggs ready to hatch weeks later to infest your home with more bugs so you have to call them again. Especially silverfish!

Pot Holes

Tire companies come out at night and dig holes in the pavement in order to screw up your wheels. Little pot hole gnomes.

The Weather

It's hot & humid as hell, requiring us crank the AC in our vehicles, using more gas, making us pay for more gas.

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July 06, 2005

A New Way of Thinking

From Llama Butchers:

If, as you live your life, you find yourself mentally composing blog entries about it, post this exact same sentence in your weblog.

Now if I could publish these composed blog entries mentally, that'd be great!

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Mom Blogging???

Mom and the family are having a tough time down there in Beaufort.

They still don't like the house but are trying to make the best of it.

To sum it all up, IT SUCKS!

They have waited 2 weeks to finish getting the cable TV and cable internet hooked up in their house. STILL no internet. They've had guys come out twice feeding them shit about work orders and promises. Mom has talked to 4 supervisors and still, nothing has been completed.

Every time they go out to eat, they get bad service, food, or both.

There is a huge concern on safety for my sister. We are looking at colleges for her, but my mom is concerned with safety.

They are trying to get a privacy fence put up in the back yard, and the guy that came over was some old redneck, drunk and quoted her $3000 without saying how he came to that, giving her a written quote or a business card.

Seriously, I think my mom pissed someone off royally to have all this shit happen. Karma is a bitch!

So every phone call I get, it's something. For any of you who have lived in or heard of Twentynine Palms, California....I'd rather live there then in Beaufort, SC!

Mom said she didn't know what else to do, she was so angry she couldn't think straight. She then said these exact words...

"...maybe I should start a blog so I can vent this stuff out..."

Huh? What?

My mom blogging?


I'm not *that* concerned. She's not big on writing.

So I think I'm safe. But the thought....scary!

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