So how do you like my new template? That's me in a drunken stupor....
Hey, it's a tough job taking care of 16 kids!
When I woke up this morning it was a cool 43°...INSIDE.
But at least I can breathe easy! When I worked nights, the boss has the temp set at 65° and by morning, the inside of my nose is so dry I can hardly breathe.
Ahhh you gotta love small town newspapers. This morning's edition is filled with
stories of people torn between rooting for the Bears and the Colts. Really thought provoking stuff.
And since Jack Ham is no longer a player, and Haselrig is probably incarcerated
somewhere--Lord knows the poor guy keeps trying-- they have to drag out
the lone pro football player with ties to our area, Chris Villarrial, even though he currently plays for the Buffalo Bills.
At one time he played for the Bears, so that's good enough reason to slap him on the front page.
I love these sorts of stories almost as much as I love the stories where they tell us how
to drive in the winter and dress for cold weather, like we're complete
I was listening to a couple of my favorite CD's yesterday. Vertical Horizon's "Everything You Want" and
Oasis "(What's the Story) Morning Glory." There's not a bad song on either one of those CD's.
And even though Morning Glory is over ten years old, the songs still rock.
Further proof that some priests are on power trips and have lost their freaking minds: a couple in PA withheld
a donation to their church and instead sent a note protesting the closing of a Catholic high school. The priest
SUSPENDED their membership, despite the fact that they belonged to the parish for 50 years, saying, "You raise your hand to
strike at the parish that has nourished your faith for years. That says volumes." He says the suspension
will stay "as long as you willfully seek to harm *name of church* by your non support." It's bad enough that the
Church has overstepped it's bounds and told people from the pulpit who to vote for, but now giving your
opinion is tantamount to harming a church?! What bullshit. The couple have already registered at another
parish. Good for them. I heard a very George Bushlike "your either with us or you're against us" echoing in my head as I read their story.
Mr. G and I noted that we know all the names of the neighborhood pets.
The funny thing is we don't know all the owner's names. When we're walking, it's like "Hey, Buttons!"
and "Hi, Peanut!" and "What's up, Stinky?" (I love that name.)
Last night when we were walking in the 10° temps with "blowing and drifting snow,"
Mr. G said, "Wow. This really thins out the walking crowd, doesn't it?"
I said, "Yeah, the only ones out walking tonight are the stupid people."
Can ya tell I really didn't want to go?