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HEY FISHY: THIS ONE'S ESPECIALLY FOR YOU. Posted on Aug 02, 2014 at 05:18 PM

Restore Your Faith in Humanity in 4 Minutes Flat!


Yup, you can do it.  I can't post the URL without it being taken down so just Google the above line.  The first one that comes up, at least on Google Chrome, should be the right one.  It's on "The Good News Network."


It's quite wonderful.  A bunch of animal--and human--rescues.  You'll love it.



JUST ABOUT 3 INCHES Posted on Mar 18, 2013 at 04:43 PM

LOL.  No, the provocative title is not about what you might think it's about.  It's about snow.  Bloody snow.  D**m snow.     Sitting here in northeastern Pennsylvania, where I had hoped winter was over with--and that the  snow  flurries  that amount to nothing that we've been having for days on end now would be the end of it--along comes a real storm.  It's been snowing heavily now for about 3 hours, give or take a bit, and so far we have just about 3 inches.


Here's the forecast for tomorrow and the next day:


Snow this evening...then snow...sleet and freezing rain after midnight. Snow may be heavy at times this evening. Additional snow and sleet accumulation of 4 to 6 inches. Ice accumulation around a trace. Lows in the mid 20s. East winds 5 to 10 mph. Chance of precipitation near 100 percent.

Snow...freezing rain and sleet in the morning...then snow likely with a slight chance of rain in the afternoon. Total snow accumulation of 4 to 8 inches. Ice accumulation around a tenth of an inch. Highs around 40. Northeast winds 5 to 10 mph...becoming west 10 to 15 mph. Chance of precipitation near 100 percent.


I'm grateful that we didn't have a March like we had in 2012 where it warmed up so much for a week or so that all the buds and blossoms came out and then, when the weather turned cold again, they all froze to death and we lost much of Spring and summer's glory.  But do we really have to have March go out like a lion when she came in like a lion?  Woe is me.


Anyone else in the northern hemisphere sick to death of winter?  Fishy excluded, since it seems he has winter most of the year.  LOLOLOL.



FOR THE CURIOUS--SHANDE IN TRANSLATION Posted on Mar 15, 2012 at 06:55 PM
Here is what a Google translator said Shande's latest blog means: Just in case anyone was wondering--as if we couldn't have guessed the nature of her oh, so private, highly restricted blog. A few words clearly didn't pass muster with the translator. LOL "Will always be a kiss that never occurred, and the soul will bring down borders of pudor… A sweet anguish in the chest, a desperate by the skin, Sun the first caress injuring tremors and a pending goodbye at every meeting, because you learned how to fall in love of a song, Open the cielo… and wait. Let a tear even, two words just will not die, the miracle for a heart... A say "I love you" and return to love, because with you I learned to fly to get lost in the sky to dream up awake, and I also learned to enjoy a beso… even without receiving it. I flew naked in clouds, brushes and canvases, I learned that a smile can be music the tears are not always amargas… Now give me your sunrises make the skin of your body hell of my desires and the mesmerizing sound of waves is song that meza on my pillow. Tonight the moon will find us nude inventing in our embrace a new way to love... My timid legs go through yours, We arrived on the shores of the bed again and again, We love, and my kisses in your body, they have written the best poem. Always will be a kiss that was never given, And the soul will knock down borders of modesty… A sweet anguish in the chest, A sun desperate by the skin, The caress first wounding tremors And a goodbye pending in each encounter, For with thee I learned how to fall in love with a song, Open the sky… and expect. Let me not even a tear, Only two words that do not die, The miracle for a heart ... A say "I love you" and return to love, For with thee I have learned to fly Until i get bogged down in the sky, To dream up to wake up, And also learned to enjoy a kiss… Even without receiving it. I flew naked between clouds, on brushes and canvases, I learned that a smile, it may be music That the tears are not always bitter… Today regalame your sunrises, That the skin of your body to be hell for my wishes Hypnotist and the sound of the waves It is song that Meza in my pillow. Tonight the moon you will find us naked Inventing in our embrace A new form of love… My legs shy pass through between the yours, We arrived on the shores of the bed again and again, We love each other, and my kisses in your body, Will be writing the best poem. There will always stay a kiss that never happened(existed), and the soul will knock down borders of decency … A sweet anxiety in the breast, the sun driven to despair by the skin, the first caress hurting quakes and a hanging farewell in every meeting, because with you I learned to fall in love with a song, to open the sky … and to wait for you. Leave a tear to me at least, two words only that will not die, the miracle for a heart … One to say “I love you” and to love again, because with you I have learned to fly up to getting lost in the sky, to dream even, he(she) wakes up, and I learned to enjoy also a kiss … even without receiving it. I flew he(she) undresses between clouds, on brushes and linens, I learned that a smile, it can be a music that the tears not always are bitter … Today give me your dawns, that the skin of your body is a hell of my desires and the sound hypnotist of the waves be a song that rocks in my pillow. This night the moon will find naked to us inventing in our hug a new way of loving … My shy legs happen(pass) for between yours, we come on the banks of the bed repeatedly, we love each other, and my kisses in your body, they will have written the best poem." Nifty sensual thoughts, but hardly the way to connect with anyone but a scammer. I do wish her the best of luck. For all we know, a scammer is what she's looking for...
HOW DO YOU SPELL BLOG HOG IN SPANISH? Posted on Mar 12, 2012 at 07:07 PM
When I first logged onto blogs tonight, I thought something was wrong with my computer. I see now there's nothing wrong with my computer. There's just something wrong with a new blogger who's trying to hog the forum bigtime. Oh, well. These "star bursts" come and go. Usually, fairly quickly.
BIG GLITCH ON "SOMETHING MAMA ALWAYS TOLD ME." Posted on Feb 01, 2012 at 09:19 PM
There's no option showing up for "RESPOND" on your blog. The only option available now is "report abuse." So...I post my respose here. There are stupid people, and then there are stupid people. First, reasonably intelligent--as in reasonably high IQ people--who just don't bother to think intelligently. And then there are stupid people who have such low IQs they can't possibly think intelligently in the way that those of us with rather high IQs can think. I hope your mom was not referring to the latter because it most definitely behooves all of us to be very, very nice indeed to stupid people who have no means brain-wise to be anything but stupid. As fopr the intelligent people among us who jut ACT stupidly--those folks you can do anything demeaning you want to to them. Those folks deserve to be "stepped on" and taught a lesson or two to.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE Posted on Dec 21, 2011 at 09:27 PM
It's almost upon us again, that time of year when so many of us are full of far more stress than we are full of joy and happiness and peace. Here's to everyone having a peaceful and joyous Christmas, one day when no matter how many relatives will be descending on you, or how many relatives you need to visit, you are blessed with being able to deal with the "descent" happily and peacefully. And for those who will be spending Christmas alone, may the time be filled with good and wise reflections and hopes that will serve you well in the coming New Year. God bless all and a very Merry Christmas to everyone.
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WHERE IS TINK'S TUCK & TATOO PARLOUR Posted on Jun 02, 2011 at 09:24 PM
Some weeks ago we were led to believe by Tinkerbelle that she would very soon be opening Tink's Tuck & Tatoo Parlour. I have been standing outside the door of the address she said she was going to open the shop in for days on end now, just waiting. I haven't showered for close to a month. The hair on my legs is getting long enough to braid. I won't even tell you what's become of my underarm hair. I'm cold, I'm hungry, I've been rained on so much I'm so moldy that mushrooms are growing out of my ankles and the bends in my knees and elbows. And still I wait for Tink's Tuck & Tatoo Parlour to open so I can get a bit of liposuction on my overly developed tummy and some really cute and sweet tatoos on the back of my shoulders. At this stage of the game, before any of those things happen, I also need a long bath, a good lengthy massage, a sweet, lavender-infused shave of all shaveable parts, and a very relaxed foot massage. A good hair dye job and hair cut wouldn't hurt either. Do I wait in vain? Should I repair back across the pond to be relieved of my misery, or will Miss Tink cease golfing long enough to get Tink's Tuck & Tatoo Parlour up and running before I, and the rest of the crowd wasting away outside her yet unopened fabulous establishment, wither away to nothing but moss and mold in the London rain and mist and fog?
VERY IMPORTANT NEW WEB ACRONYMS!!! Posted on Apr 08, 2011 at 07:54 PM
SENIORS TEXTING CODE ATD - At The Doctors BFF - Best Friend Fell BTW - Bring the Wheelchair BYOT - Bring Your Own Teeth FWIW - Forgot Where I Was GGPBL - Gotta Go Pacemaker Battery Low IMHO - Is My Hearing-Aid On LMDO - Laughing My Dentures Out OMMR - On My Massage Recliner OMSG - Oh My! Sorry, Gas ROFLACGU - Rolling On Floor Laughing And Can't Get Up. VERY IMPORTANT STUFF. ANY DAY NOW MANY OF US ARE GOING NEED THESE ACRONYMS!!!!!!!!!
IF FROG DOESN'T STOP HOGGING THE BLOGS... Posted on Apr 01, 2011 at 08:35 PM
...I'm going to have to set fire to the joint. Period. Hasn't FROG violated some aspect of the User's Agreement with his massive hogging of the blogs? Just in case he hasn't, and Powers That Be can't do anything about him--come on, folks. Post!!!! Knock this egotistical maniac off the map. Please!!! He** Where's Tinkerbelle when you really need her?
DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE...ALL IS WELL EXPLAINED.... Posted on Oct 02, 2010 at 07:24 PM

Another bit of Lewis Carroll madness that makes soooo much sense!!!!!




You are old, Father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head --
Do you think, at your age, it is right?


"In my youth," Father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."


"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
And you have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door --
Pray, what is the reason for that?"


"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
"I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment -- one shilling a box --
Allow me to sell you a couple?"


"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak --
Pray, how did you manage to do it?"


"In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life."


"You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose --
What made you so awfully clever?"


"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said his father, "Don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs.

LET US ALL CONTEMPLATE THE RELEVANCE OF THIS.... Posted on Sep 30, 2010 at 07:42 PM

Lewis Carroll:  "Alice in Wonderland"

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.


AMUSING ARTICLE ON ONLINE DATING Posted on Aug 30, 2010 at 06:17 PM

MM has seen fit to remove this article.  I can only assume they did so because I copied and pasted directly from the Newspaper in question, credited the newspaper and the author.  Therefore.....some copyright law was being violated.




I recently posted a way to the article....but MM has seen fit to take that down too....




C'est la vie, mes amis/mes amies.........


Try Googling "NYP article on online dating."  That should long as this latest post of mine stays up.....

WHERE'S DARCY---SHAZBOT???????????? Posted on Aug 26, 2010 at 04:43 PM

Sing it to the tune of "Has Anybody Here Seen Kelly...Kelly From the Emerald Isle."  And allow me a large measure of poetic license.....please.  One fact, at least, is a bit off base....


Has anybody here seen Darcy?


Has anybody here seen Darcy?

Have you seen her smile?

Sure her hair is red, her eyes are green.

She's just Darcy wherever she's been.

Has anybody here seen Darcy?

Darcy from the Frisco scene....  

MICHAEL--WHY DON'T YOU EVER RESPOND!!!!!???!! Posted on Aug 10, 2010 at 06:24 PM

Michael, you post some very provocative blogs....but you rarely respond to the posts we all put up on them. 


WHY IS THAT?????????????????????????

WOMAN SHOT IN THE HEAD--TRAGEDY!!!!! Posted on Jul 01, 2010 at 05:41 PM

Woman shot in the head

Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, was visiting her in-laws and while there went to a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries.

Later, her husband noticed her sitting in her car in the driveway with the windows rolled up and with her eyes closed, with both hands behind the back of her head.

He became concerned and walked over to the car. He noticed  that Linda's eyes were now open and she looked very  strange. He asked her if she was okay, and Linda replied that she had been shot in the back of the head and had been holding her brains in for over an  hour.
The husband called the paramedics, who broke into the car because the doors were locked and Linda refused to remove her hands from her head.  

When they finally got in, they found that Linda had a wad of bread dough on the back of her head.  A Pillsbury biscuit canister had exploded from the heat, making a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot, and the wad of dough hit her in the back of her head. When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains. She initially passed out, but quickly recovered.
Linda is blonde, a Democrat and an Obama supporter, but that
could all be a coincidence. 


WOMEN ARE SOOOO PRACTICAL.... Posted on Jun 30, 2010 at 05:35 PM

 A woman was sitting at a bar enjoying an after work cocktail with her
 girlfriends when Steven, a tall, exceptionally handsome, extremely sexy,
 middle-aged man entered. He was so striking that the woman could
 not take her eyes off him.


 This seasoned yet playful heartthrob noticed her overly attentive
 stare and walked directly toward her. (As any man would.)
 Before she could offer her apologies for staring so rudely, he leaned
 over and whispered to her, "I'll do anything, absolutely anything,
 that you want me to do, no matter how kinky, for $20.00... on one condition..."


 Flabbergasted but intrigued, the woman asked what the  condition was.
 The man replied, "You have to tell me what you want me to do in
 just three words."


 The woman considered his proposition for a moment, and then  slowly
 removed a $20 bill from her purse, which she pressed into the  man's
 hand along with her address. She looked deeply and  passionately into
 his eyes, barely concealing her anticipation and excitement, and
 slowly and meaningfully said.........


 "Clean my house."

MM COUNSELOR/BRITTANY2012'S BIRTHDAY Posted on Jun 20, 2010 at 04:56 PM

Britt may want to shoot me for this....but today is our intrepid, hard-working, saves-us-from scammerstrolls/pervs/gold diggers,  lovely lady's Birthday.


I have it on good authority that regardless of what shows on her profile, she is in spirit, and looks-wise, at the very most, 39!!!!  Even that may be stretching the years. 


I hope everyone will join me in wishing Britt a very, very happy birthday, and another 100 or so birthdays to come.




With much affection and my most humble gratitude for your amazing graciousness in the face of all kinds of verbal abuse and awfulness....




GOODBYE, MOM.... Posted on Jun 06, 2010 at 04:18 PM

I hope this is new to at least a few of you bloggers who need a good laugh...


A  young man shopping in a supermarket noticed a little old  lady
following him around.  If he stopped, she stopped.
Furthermore she kept staring at him.

She  finally overtook him at the checkout, and she turned to him
 and said, "I hope I haven't made you feel ill at ease; it's
 just that you look so much like my late son."

He  answered, "That's okay."

"I know it's silly, but if  you'd call out 'Good bye, Mom' as I
leave the store, it  would make me feel so happy."

She then went through  the checkout, and as she was on her way out of
the store,  the man called out, "Goodbye, Mom."

The little old  lady waved and smiled back at him... 

Pleased that he had brought a little sunshine into someone's day; he
went to pay for his groceries. 

"That comes to  $121.85," said the clerk. 

"How come so much?   I only bought 5 items."

The clerk replied,  "Yeah, but your Mother said you’d be paying
for her things, too.” 

Hah!  And I bet you thought this was going to be a tear jerker. 

Don't  trust Little Old Ladies!!! [I'm thinking--only THINKING--of trying this trick next time I go grocery shopping!!!  [LOL] 


FOR KLUTZES AND GOOFUPS--RE:: SHAZ'S Posted on May 30, 2010 at 05:46 PM

This is a response to Shaz's blog, "STOP giving me your number."  In that blog I posted a comment that if I could find this 40 year old poem of mine, I would post it....and here it is....I hope everyone ENJOYS the pathos....and irony.  Neither of which are to be taken very seriously. 


"Now that the darkness has passed,"
As Gilbert & Sullivan said,
I have cheerily found out at last
I've utterly nothing to dread.

For all the things I might do wrong
I did by yesterday,
And all the things I might do right
I can't do anyway.

And all the places I've wanted to be
I've found have never been.
And at all the places I've ever reached
They wouldn't let me in.

So from today and ever onward
I'll just sit on my barstool here,
Doing and saying nothing
And quietly drinking my beer.

This way I can't put my foot in my mouth,
Or worse, rip a hole in my pants.
Who cares if the boredom is endless?

........Won't someone please ask me to dance....??????

P.A. XXXXX  circa 1967/71





So, I slather up my bare arms with Coco Butter Oil and put on my headnet [protection against the black fly bites I'm so allergic to] and take my little mutt for a walk up the road.  A road right here in the heart of town.  Under a great canopy of oak trees, passed the Vol. Fire Company building, almost passed the open air pavilion behind the building---and muttsieburgers goes nuts.  She's on a ten foot lead and she's sniffed something incredibly exciting and interesting on the 15 yards of grass between the road and the pavillion.  She's jumping about, spinning around in mid-air like a whirling Dervish, with excitement.  I let her go toward the scent.  She finds the spot where it's the strongest and does what dogs love to do when they find a wonderfully noxious, foreign [to them] scent:  she flops down on her back and rolls in it in a frenzy, looking like she's gone psychotic.  

I find this very funny and think she must have found a spot where a ground hog or a wild turkey spent enough time to leave a strong scent behind.  The scent of both those critters drives her wild.   I laugh...and laugh....and laugh some more....  Then the wind shifts and I get thrust up my nostrils the smell of Black bear.  Nothing unusual with that in my neck of the woods, but the smell is awfully strong....  I get closer, as close as I can get to my whirling Dervish of a pet, and, as I'm looking through the netting of my headgear, I don't see anything unusual.  So, I make sure there are no black flies swarming around my head, lift the headnet high enough to see the ground clearly, and----OH, MY GOD.  Little Miss Maggie is in a frenzy over a HUGE pile of bear shit.



She's ground it into the fur on her back, her legs---her Spitz-like tail....oh, Geeze.....


We have to continue our walk because she hasn't done her own business yet--and we're accompanied on the walk by the sweet yet putrid smell of rotting nuts and other unidentifiable vegetation. 


When we get home, I keep her on her leash so I can keep her from touching anything in my apartment, strip down to my birthday suit, haul the little demon into the shower with me [I have no tub---and no dog shampoo] and scrub her up with a bar of Irish Spring.  And she can't understand why I have to get this newly acquired wonderfully strong, foreign smell off her....  She protests most vehemently.



Well, she smells almost normal, now.  There's still a hint of Black bear coming off the little canine demon, but I can live with that, as long as I can get her groomer to move her next grooming date up from two weeks hence to TOMORROW!!!!!  


And I'm thinking of taking up Theo's habit of sipping white wine while eating miniature marshmallows.  Should I succumb to that calorie-laden, stress-relieving vice, I'll need some really good dieting tips as 24 hours from now I'll be a good 5 pounds heavier than I am now, and I'm already a good 5 pounds overweight!!!