Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.

11.30.2005

Penguins, penguins, penguins

I did a google search for plush penguin chicks because that is the BIG thing Hot Rod wants for Christmas this year. He wants a realistic looking penguin chick. So, off mom goes to look for one. I come up with a zoo story about puny penguins.

Interesting, but now what I was looking for. I was thinking more of something like this. I'm dying it is so cute. The girly squeaky high pitched Ohmigod its cute! keeps coming out of me.

This site has penguin EVERYTHING!

Wow. I also need to take a picture of the penguin drawing Pickle made for me. Very cute.

Men watch the damnedest things

Swear to God, Army of Dad was justing watching the History Channel's The Story of Wood or something equally brain numbing for me.

To borrow a line from LabKat, it is like watching paint dry. Golf is more exciting than this.

Made myself feel better by scrolling through and looking at OddTodd's Macys parade pictures. I laughed so hard I cried and almost peed on myself when I got to the floats that he affectionately named Alan Greenspan and Bea Arthur. I swear to God, I still have tears in my eyes. I'm so easily amused.

Oh God, now he has turned to the Discovery channel and they're making surfboards. Takes eight minutes for polyester(?) resin to dry. Yippee. So glad to know that. At least he isn't making me watch Iron Chef or Alton Brown.

This is why he kicks my ass at Trivial Pursuit.

The Lebanese Loop

I'm already paranoid about using my ATM card as it is. I was ripped off twice by those machines owned and operated by individuals and placed in convenience stores. The first time it happened while I was a POOR single mom. I used the ATM in the Px and the effing machine shorted me $20. May not seem like a lot, but back then it really really was. The second time I was ripped off was down the street at the Haji Mart. Effer who owned the machine gave me the run around. So, I finally called my bank and got my money back.

Never EVER again will I use a machine that isn't operated by a reputable (ok, I know that is sort of like calling criminals upstanding citizens, but you know what I mean) bank. I just won't do it.

Then, I saw some thing on one of those TV news magazines about how just anyone can get an ATM and operate it. Criminals were buying them and Poof, Average Joe was handing this guy all your banking information and access to your checking account. Uh, no thank you.

Now, I read about Odd Todd's Lebanese Loop experience. Apparently, according to Odd Todd, ATM Skimmers or Lebanese Loops are devices used to steal your ATM card or the information on it, as well as the Personal Identification Number (PIN) associated with that card. One type of skimmer is a thin, transparent-plastic overlay on an ATM keypad that captures keystrokes as they are typed while another transparent device inside the card slot captures data from the magnetic strip on the inserted card. Other skimmers are larger and fit over the entire face of the ATM.

Great, like I didn't have enough to be paranoid about already.

My new drug of choice

Sent to me courtesy of my hubby.

It's a good day

Always is when I have a hobbit on my LOTR daily calendar.

Today is Warrior Merry getting ready to kick some orc ass!

Joys of parenthood

Phone rings and I recognize the number on the caller ID as being that of the school nurse. Not sure which is worse - her calling or the fact that she calls enough that I recognize her phone number.

Nurse: AoM, this is Nurse B from the elementary school.
AoM: *taking a deep breath* Hi. What happened this time?
Nurse: *chuckling* Well, I'm not sure how to say it, but Pickle told his teacher that his 'balls were hurting.' *breaking out into uproarious laughter*
AoM: *crawling under a chair in embarrassment* Well, hmm. Guess he couldn't pick a more illustrious way to spell that out.
Nurse: *still laughing* We just thought you'd get a kick out of that.
AoM: Yeah, a kick. I imagine what probably happened is that he's itchy from not scrubbing that area well. I'll talk to him again about cleaning better in the shower. We've had to talk to him about this before and AoD explained to him what happens to guys when they dont' use good hygiene.
Nurse: Ok, well let me know what happens because I wasn't going to check him there. Told his teacher that was a job for his mom!
AoM: Sure thing. Thanks for calling.

*deep sigh*

Explained to my child that there may be better, more discreet ways of communicating with his teacher that he is experiencing phsyical discomfort such as saying, may I see the nurse? or if he requires more information first, telling her that his privates hurt or even saying testicles or scrotum. Child looked at me blankly and replied "ok." Then, I went back into the further explanation of scrubbing with soap and water and even demonstrated what it might look like if I had a scrotum *the lifting of the sac up to wash under it, etc* I'm sure that was a sight. So, with cleaning instructions in place, he was told to inform me in two or three days if the issue isn't better and then we'll go see the doctor *who happens to be a female.* How is that for incentive for the 11-year-old to cure the problem on his own?

11.29.2005

Chugging along the Trinity

Hot Rod was thrilled to get to ride along the little train by the zoo. I used to ride this same train when I was a little kid, too. Of course, WAY back then, there was less development and less trash,which was kind of sad. He didn't care. He was still happy to see the turtles and herons.

Here we are before the train ride.

And here is the little train. Brought back so many memories.

Stupid bad guys

I really hate bad guys. I mean, really, what are they thinking? If I shoot a cop, surely they'll let me go.

Gees. There is the idiot that killed the Dallas cop a few weeks ago and now the Fort Worth cop was shot.

I really hate bad guys. I may not have the greatest respect for cops, individually, but on the whole, I know they're a hard working bunch of men and women and they certainly don't deserve to be shot because bad guys are stupid.

Lining up the shot

Army of Dad went shooting with his buddies the day after Thanksgiving and one of them sent me this shot of him shooting with his buddy's .22.

I love this.

March of the Mom

Off to run errands today and go pick up my copy of March of the Penguins, which comes out today!!! Hooray. I'm so excited. I didn't tell Hot Rod or the kids, so they will be thrilled. We may have a movie night while stringing lights on the tree and decorating.

The wisdom of cops

It never ceases to amaze me how my disdain for law enforcement can increase seeing as how I'm married to a former cop. But, I just have very little respect for these guys most days. Now, not all cops are bad. I have some very good cop friends, but I'm just saying that many of them are stupid, have little man's syndrome and like to think they are above the law themselves.

My latest rant is inspired by this quote in the Denton Record Chronicle today from Denton County Sheriff's Captain Jeff Wawro:

It's not a small town atmosphere anymore. Sometimes, it seems like the streets of Beirut out there.

Wow. Take a moment to let that sink in. Like the streets of Beirut. Huh.

I'm thinking there is a wee bit of exaggeration there. Yeah, we have our projects with the drug dealers and the gangbangers. Yeah, we have an occasional jailer who runs from the police (this happend a week or two ago causing the trooper to wreck out). Last week, the local cops had to waste a drunk UNT student who waved a gun at them and even fired first. Yeah, those all suck and that is part of the job. I still don't think we're up to the violence that happens in Beirut. And, that is just in the city. The county is still very very rural and aside from a domestic dispute between Bubba and Lula Mae or the occasional loose cattle on the farm-to-market road, I'm thinking rural Denton County isn't the streets of Beirut. Just me. Maybe Captain Wawro has been to Beirut to have a frame of reference, but I wouldn't hold my breath. I guess I had better start watching out for the truck bombs to start driving into the courthouse or be set off downtown.

*shaking my head*

Hot Rod's soccer day


There he is ladies and gentlemen, my handsome husband known to the world simply as Coach. Here he is with eight 5- and 6-year-olds after their third and final game of soccer against 7-year-olds on a field more than twice the size of what they're used to. Add to that, the goals were bigger, yet the penalty area was tiny. Overall, the games were a bit frustrating to the boys, but they stayed in there after getting over the initial intimidation of the bigger kids and giant fields.

Each of the little kids got a medal and a patch for participation and they were thrilled. The tournament was Nov. 19, but last night as I was tucking Hot Rod in for bed he told me "I can't believe I got a gold medal." He was very proud of it.

Here is the team. Too funny. I love the little guy on the front left. He was SOOOO tired. He is our sole 5-year-old on the team and it is amazing what a difference a year makes at this age. I also love the smiles of all the kids and the kid on the front right looks pained. Little kids are so funny. I love this team, though, even if we have to operate on MST (Mexican Standard Time) for evertying. In case you're not familiar with MST, it is that they show up 15 to 30 minutes past the time you tell them to show up. They're just not in as big of a hurry as us, but we've gotten less anal about it and they're getting a bit better about showing up on time. Not a lot, but a bit. The gringos on the team smile about it most of the time. It is a great cultural exchange for the kids and us, so it is a win-win situation.

During the day, we had lunch at Arby's with some of the players and then we went to Braum's for ice cream for the whole team between games 2 and 3.

The boys had a no soda rule that they were good about following.

We rounded out the day by taking Hot Rod to Cabela's on the way home. So, he got to play there and then he went to stay all night with one of his teammates (the kid sitting next to him in both pictures).

He loved all the hunting and fishing gear and the fish and animals.

My personal favorite below. You can see where he gets his Indian name: Runs From Bear. My kids are such hams. No idea where they get it from.

All in all a good day. Capped with AoD and I seeing the Harry Potter movie.

Add this to the list

I have a list of the things I never thought I'd EVER say and this is a great addition.

Don't lick mommy's furniture.

and another uttered today, too:

Please don't put a sticker on my butt.

11.28.2005

I'm so sad

I am actually sitting here with tears in my eyes watching Wife Swap. I'm getting more and more glad that I didn't get picked for the show.

This is awful. They took this very Christian family and swapped them with these atheists. It is awful. I can't imagine a worst place to put me. And, these poor children in this atheist family. The oldest child does EVERYTHING regarding housework. The mom takes the babies to daycare so she can play on the computer all day. She isn't working. She is playing. She won't take the kids outside. It is just jacked up. I feel so badly for these kids.

I am surprised to say that we are not whacky enough to make Wife Swap, I guess. They don't want normal people (ok, as normal as I am ... which isn't very). The nuttier and the farther out there you are, the more likely you'll get picked.

So sad.

That not-so-fresh-feeling

Why did I think being a grown-up would be easy?

I'm 37 now and I'm at that "awkward" age where I have both zits and wrinkles. I have grey hairs that can't come in borderline straight like the rest of my hair. No, oh no. They have to come in curly so they can REALLY stand out. *sigh*

Then, I have a preschooler and two school-aged kids to care for as well as two aging parents who still think I'm the mediator for their issues with one another.

Calgon, take me away!

In the huddle

Crack Daddy is at it again.

*sigh*

I had really hoped that Michael Irvin had cleaned up his act. Apparently not. Maybe it is his friend's stash of goodies, maybe not. Seems like a tired excuse to me. We'll see, I suppose. I loved him on the football field, but was never really a fan of his off-field antics.

Been a big football season for me. My fantasy pairing of Chad Johnson and Carson Palmer has rocked. I wasn't excited about that when the computer drafted for me, but they've been great.

And, LT has been on fire. Army of Dad and I watched him play twice his last season at TCU and he was awesome. Was just amazing to see.

Hot Rod and AoD had a great Sunday spending the afternoon at the local Hooter's watching the Vikes defeat the Browns. What could be better for them? Maybe I shouldn't ask in regards to AoD.

The Seahawks victory was good for me and the Cowboys. Hot Rod calls them the Seagulls and that cracks me up.

The Gators stomped their rivals, the Seminoles and all was good in my home this weekend. The Gators have one of our hometown boys on the team, too, Jarvis Moss. I suppose if the Gators make a regional bowl game, we'll be going. Will be fun. I haven't been to a bowl game.

11.27.2005

Cross your fingers

Please.

My honey is so on the ball. The Weblog Awards 2005 was taking nominations until Saturday for the best of the best. My sweetie nominated me for the Best of the Top 5001 - 6750 Blogs.

Last year, I finished third in the Weblog 2004 Awards Best of the Top 3,500 to 5,000 Blogs, which was way above my linkage. I get quite a few hits per day, but not as many links os other folks. I have some blogs I visit occasionally who only get about 50 hits per day, but are ranked way above me in the TTLB because they have many links. *shrug*

So, here is a request to send happy thoughts my way that I can make the cut again.

Purring please.

Be vewy vewy quiet

We'we hunting Chwistmas Twees.

hehehehehehehehe

Despite the rain coming down steadily on the entire drive, we loaded up the family and my mom and headed to the Ivanhoe Christmas Tree Farm just north of Bonham in Northeast Texas. I used to live and work in Bonham at the now defunct Bonham Daily Favorite and had written about this tree farm when it first was launched back around 1991. We've been to a few different places over the years, but like this one the best. Back in 2001, when we both lost our jobs within 18 hours of one another, we were able to find a 12-foot tree for only $45. It was a Godsend, literally. This year, our 12-foot tree was $96. Ouch, but it looks good with the vaulted ceilings. Little Bit fell asleep on the way to the farm. I stopped and bought ponchos for the boys and umbrellas for us, but as soon as we arrived at the farm. Seriously, as soon as we got out of the car, the rain stopped. It was Divine Intervention.

We woke Stinkerbelle up from a nap and she was cranky.

We had a heckuva time picking a tree. Hot Rod selected one and Pickle picked one. After agonizing over each one for what seemed like an eternity, we picked the one that Pickle had pointed out. This led to Hot Rod running off to pout and cry.

We thought about leaving him, but in the end got him to come back with us.

AoD being manly and cutting down the tree with his injured right wrist.


I stopped and bought the Spongebob ponchos on the way to the tree farm. They were too cute. My little lumberjack. AoD stood the tree back up because Hot Rod was sad because he wanted his picture with the tree.

Look at AoD's pleasant expression, the I-just-finished-crying face on Hot Rod and Pickle's covering of Spongebob's eyes (that was unintentional, but funny). The tractor trailer ride back was much more pleasant aside from my mom refusing AoD's hand to help her up, so she fell. That was bad. But, she was okay.

Finally a smile from the girl. She and Granny had fun when we got back, too.

Then, our tree was bagged and shook. Oh look, a gratuitous cute butt shot.

We got to hang out around the campfire for a marshmallow roast. There were homemade cookies and jams for sale, too.

Another cute kid shot - finally happy. Thank the Lord.

The marshmallow roast was fun. Next year I need to bring graham crackers and chocolate bars.

We had to have seconds, too. Tasted like rice krispie treats a bit.

And, our new van gets the tree loaded up by AoD and some kid who works at the farm. Now, we have our 12-foot tree in the front room. It even has some presents under it, but no lights or decorationes yet. Ok, one ornament on it. My new 2005 penguin ornament. Every year I get a new ornament for the tree. Tree shots will be up soon.

Likeability quiz

I pulled this out of a magazine a few months ago and just ran across it in a pile of papers I was sorting today. It is either from Parenting or Family Circle, but I thought it was funny. I feel like I'm a fairly likeable person, but I wonder after taking this quiz.

Here it is pretty much verbatim. Enjoy!

Here are 15 qualities of a likeable person. Place a check mark next to each statement that describes you. Then tally the checks to find your likeability factor. The good news: you can always improve your score.

*People frequently compliment me on my smile or positive outlook.
*I usually get great service wherever I go.
*My doctor spends more time with me than most other patients.
*My family stays in constant contact with me.
*People readily listen to me and remember what I tell them.
*My love life is fulfilling, and my partner can't wait to see me.
*I get more opportunities at work than most.
*People typically describe me as lucky.
*Others smile when they hear my name.
*People tell their friends about me and "sell me."
*I like most people that I come in contact with.
*I have meaningful relationships as opposed to transactional ones.
*When someone is rude to me, I don't let it spoil my mood.
*I tell the truth, even when it isn't good news.
*When another person spends time with me, she feels good afterward.

Each check mark equals 1 point.
10-15 Congratulations. You have a high likeability factor. You win many of life's popularity contests and bring out the best in others. Keep it up!
6-9 You are positive-minded and bring joy into most people's lives. Focus on bring warmth and enthusiam to your sometimes neglected relationships.
3-5 On a good day, you're happy; but on a bad day, you tend to have a not-so-great attitude. Learn to look at the bright side by counting your blessings. You'll find that you send out friendlier signals.
0-2 You tend to have poor relationships at home and work, and your contenment level is low. But that doesn't mean things can't change. You just have to start consciously working at developing empathy. You'll be surprised at how quickly and kindly people respond.

I think I scored a 13. Yippee. You REALLY do like me or I just have an inflated opinion of myself.

11.26.2005

The long and winding road

This was shot today as we left the Christmas tree farm. The leaves in Northeast Texas were gorgeous.

I just thought it was pretty and I've been singing that Beatles song in my head ever since.

My dream man

Finally I had sex dream about someone worthy of sex dreams. This time it wasn't a hobbit or Kelsey Grammar . This time it was Kasey Kahne.

It was a typical fantasy situation, I suppose. In my dream, I was at a car dealer where Kasey was signing autographs on race weekend. I asked for a signature and then asked if I could give him a kiss. *hee hee* Then, it got X-rated from there on out when we went inside the dealership to the GM's office.

What is really amusing is what prompted the dream. AoD and I were able to go out Friday and he generously went with me to run a few errands and one ended up with me buying some Kasey Kahne antenna thingee at Dollar General. I feel very white trash now that I will have a Nascar thing attached to my antenna, but it is Kasey Kahne!!! Back to reality and then to the donut shop. We're going Christmas tree hunting today.


Kasey will be my belated hottie of the week. Sorry ladies. I was taking my kids to Chuck E. Cheese and to the museum Friday and I fell down on the job. No SPF or Hunk this week. I'll make up for it next week.

11.24.2005

Happy Thanksgiving!

May we all bury the hatchet. Moonbats and Wingnuts .... Happy Thanksgiving to all.

Things I'm Thankful For

For Thanksgiving, I thought I'd put into words all I'm grateful for this year. Ok, maybe not all, but as much as I can think of off the top of my head while the pumpkin pie is cooking and Picke's comforter is in the laundry.

1. That I have a nice, safe home in which to cook and do laundry.
2. That I have three beautiful, smart, mischievous and loving children.
3. That I have a husband who loves me and puts up with my mood swings.
4. That I haven't been the victim of a natural disaster (or any other kind of disaster).
5. That I live in America where I can bitch about things without fear of retribution for anyone other than judgmental moonbats or over the top wingnuts.
6. That I still have my parents.
7. That I am able to stay home with my children and work from home.
8. That I discovered Firefly and Serenity.
9. Dallas Cowboys every Thanksgiving.
10. For my college education provided by my parents (no student loans to repay, Thank God!)
11. For all of my good friends.
12. For a teacher who cares about my son and has made a difference in his life.
13. That even though my hair is going gray and has lost the luster it had in my youth, that I still have it (I saw a gal at Wal Mart Monday in a bandanna, obviously from chemo hair loss).
14. For my health.
15. Health of my children and family.
16. Tom Hanks
17. Internal combustion engines.
18. Shopping carts
19. Daisies
20. Hot water
21. Victoria's Secret Body By Victora Full Coverage bras
22. Baylor's Lady Bears NCAA basketball national championship
23. NHL, NFL, MLB atheletes and their pregame stretching
24. Digial cameras
25. An ex who pays me child support willingly
26. My washer and dryer
27. That the housekeeper is coming on Friday
28. AOD's hairy chest
29. My panniculectomy
30. Warm baths
31. Sloppy wet kid kisses
32. Waking up to skinny kid legs kicking me in the middle of the night
33. Cell phones, computer and the Internet
34. Karl Urban, Adam Baldwin and other sexy celebrities
35. TBS' A Christmas Story Dec. 24 marathon
36. Penguins
37. Lewis and Clark
38. The way my head fits in the crook of AoD's neck
39. All the blessings that I cant' think of right now!!!
40. My blog!

Say your prayers today and thank God that we live in America!!! God Bless each of you.

11.23.2005

I couldn't have said it better

We don't get out the Christmas decorations until Friday after Thanksgiving in the Army of Mom household. My kids are chomping at the bit to put them up. We may have broken out a few Christmas videos and yes I said CHRISTMAS not holiday. Bah, humbug on the holiday folks. I say Happy Hannukah to my brother in law but I refuse to not say Merry Christmas.

LabKat also touched on another of my sore spots - the skipping of Thanksgiving. This is my favorite holiday of the year. It is up there with Christams, Easter and Fourth of July. I love getting together, eating too much and watching the Cowboys. Life couldn't be better. We even have a Thankful Journal that I make everyone who gathers write in. We have to remember what we have to be grateful for this year. We pull the book out for random special occasions, but it always comes out on Thanksgiving. It is a great reminder to ourselves of all of our blessings. I'll write more on Thanksgiving, too.

In the meantime, safe travels and be less stressed and enjoy your family and loved ones. I'm thankful for each of you coming to my little blog.

The good, the bad and the ugly

First off, the good ... I'm terribly sorry people were displaced after the hurricanes. That has to be so challenging to overcome losing your home, probably losing your job and having to start all over again. However, I tend to think three months is a pretty good amount of time to find a job and stop sucking off the government tit completely. Start weaning yourselves, one goverment assistance program at a time. There are so many agencies out there helping these folks, it is just hard for me to believe that those who want to get back on their feet aren't on their way to do so already.

The bad is my hometown's policy on feeding parking meters. I hate this. Now if you have been at the same meter for more than the maximum time - even if the meter has been fed and is current - you will get a ticket. I think this is BS. I understand they there is a BIG shortage of parking at city meters downtown and parking lots charge you an arm and a leg, but that is crap. If someone is keping the meter fed and paying the meter, then that spot should be his or hers until they no longer feed it and move the car. This is crap. I can see my mom having to get up at the library every two hours to move her car. Never mind that she had a stroke a few months ago and is slow to get around and gets weak easily, need to make sure that she doeesn't take that valuable spot on the curb from someone else who didn't get there early enough to get the spot.

The ugly is the group of Fort Worth residents who raised a stink about having to follow the rules regarding putting your trash out in a certain fashion and not leaving shit out there for days on end. Ok, I know, I'm an oxymoron regarding Fort Worth. I hate the parking meter rule, but like the trash one. Thing is, I think the trash and recycling thing is pretty easy to follow. Put your trash in bags in the container. Easy enough. Don't leave the container out for two days. Again, come on people, how hard is that? WBAP did a story on the "trash classes" people can take to get out of their $311 tickets for non-compliance. These trashy ass folks were still bitching. Hello? I cannot begin to tell you the number of times I have seen dogs eating trash that has been ripped up from people not following the rules. It isn't that hard.

*taking a deep breath and putting my soap box away*

Now, I'm off to enjoy a day with my son and my mom. Just a mom and me kind of day for Hot Rod. Stinkerbelle had her special day. Pickle will get one soon.

11.22.2005

Thanksgiving feast

I get to attend two today. I really wish I could clone myself. Pickle's starts at 11:30 and Hot Rod's starts at noon. Last year, their classrooms were across the hall from each other. This year, no such luck. So, me and Stinkerbelle will be going to one for 30 minutes and to the other for about the same length. Hopefuly, all will work out okay.

And, I know you'll be shocked, but I'll take pictures. :)

Princess Stinkerbelle

I'm way behind on posting. My apologies.

On Nov. 16, I took Stinkerbelle and my mom to see the Disney Princesses on Ice. It was a late start, so she was pretty tuckered out, but she had a ball. She was more interested in Mickey and Minnie than she was the princesses, but she hasn't seen some of these movies either. There were girls in princess costumes as far as the eye could see. I had to snap a shot of the girls in the row ahead of us.

My little gal went in a pretty pink sweatsuit, so she'd be warm. She was so excited and had such a great time.

another happy face

and, here is Mickey and Minnie.

We tried to get her picture taken with Cinderella at the photo set up, but the line was so long, we settled on a shot with one of the princesses at the souvenir booth. This was at the intermission.

and, this was after the show. I love that silly hat.


Disney on Ice is one of those pleasures I have to indulge in for the children. Even if we're dirt poor, I'll save up to taken them. We have been lucky to get discount tickets every time we've gone and never paid more than $15 a ticket and gotten good seats. *knock on wood*

On the subject of tribbles

See, this is what happens when I let my mind wander instead of working.

I mentioned tribbles and my laundry and started a search for tribbles. I found a tribble quiz and just like If you give a mouse a cookie, I had to take the quiz. I scored a 5. I'm not much on old Star Trek trivia. Average score is a 5.58, so just a bit below average.

Random things

Lots of stuff I've wanted to blog about, but no time. I miss reading all the blogs, too.

*sigh*

1. Picking up Stinkerbelle from preschool Monday afternoon. Another mom and a grandma were picking up Stinkerbelle's classmate, Jack.
Jack's Mom: Jack, did you introduce your friend Stinkerbelle to your Mimi?
Jack: *looking at mom blankly*
MiMi and Mom: *smiling at children*
Stinkerbelle: He's not my friend!!!!
AoM: *smiling sheepishly and rushing children off quickly*

Oh, I could have died. Jack didn't act like she was his friend either, but still. I was mortified.

2. I want to attend a Cowboys Thanksgiving game before I die. I forgot that on my list of the five things I want to do before I croak.

3. Laundry reproduces in my house faster than tribbles (which are born pregnant, Dr. McCoy discovered.)

Happiness in my household

Yes indeedy. Two of the five of us rejoiced this morning to awaken and find the Vikes beat down the Packers 20-17 last night. None of us had the energy to stay up and watch it all.

And there was great rejoicing.

11.20.2005

Kicks, punches, strikes and blocks

The four parts of American Karate that my children study ... thankfully there is no rochambeauing.

Damn, my kids are cute.

Getting in the mood to kick some ass.

Thanks to Uzz for the pics.

Our small contribution to the cause

We didn't buy all the ammo that Army of Dad was hoping to get for National Ammo Day, but we did our part.

We bought 200 rounds of .22, 250 rounds of .40 and 150 rounds of .38. We probably would have gotten more, but I got some new sneakers and Army of Dad got a new bicycle.

Brunch with Bloggers

El Capitan set it up and today we had our Brunch with Bloggers at Cafe Brazil in Richardson. It was nice to go and meet people and visit and have breakfast sans children!!!

From left to right (althought honestly those of us are on the left here are the ones who lean most to the right, ironically enough! But, I digress.) is El Capitan from Baboon Pirates, me and Army of Dad, Zippo from Zippo the Pirate and Jenni from A Day in the Life.

I had not been to the other blogs prior to just skimming them over before going to the brunch. Thankfully, I had not read the tripe, er blog, done by Andy at The Kilted Liberal or I might not have been as pleasant. I mean, I do tolerate LabKat, but we have history and all for me to get around some of her demented leanings (no offense intended Precious.) Andy and the Missus brought their baby and were very pleasant. I bounced the baby and whispered Catholic and Republican things in her ear (just kidding) before pronouncing the child to be tired and handing her back to her kilted dad. Swear to God. The dude had on a kilt. Not Scottish that he knows of, just digs kilts. I saved my one and only kilt story because it was a wee bit inappropriate for the occasion. Wanna hear it? Ok, here it goes. In a liquor store in Fort Worth on New Year's Eve a few years ago, I saw a guy with a kilt on. I asked him what they wear under the kilt and after some joking and crude remarks, he asked me if I really wanted to know. Yes, I said. Lipstick, he replied with a wink. Took me a moment to get it, but it was funny when I did.

Again, I digress.

We had a nice time just visiting and I hope to keep meeting bloggers. It is a nice way to see the world. So far, I've met the Gun Guy from the National of Riflemen and North Dallas Thirty and the above bloggers ... who's next?

You like me!

You really like me!

Or maybe you're just stumbling upon my site, cussing me out and leaving this gorrammed blog never to return without sending in the trolls.

Looks like I should hit a quarter million hits before Christmas. Not too shabby for a foul-mouthed soccer mom in the heart of Texas.

Any requests for blog topics? Questions you have for me? Pictures you'd like to see? Hmm. Maybe I should strike that last one. No promises on any of these, although I haven't done a good furries or furries and hobbits post in a while. My Pippin sex entry probably gets some weird hits from LOTR pervs.

Welcome to the furries and hobbit lovers. And, please don't run away all you normal people. By the way, what are you doing here?

11.19.2005

Unfortunate reminder

Sometimes life sends us sad reminders and the death of Dallas Police Officer Brian Jackson a little less than a week ago was one of those wake-up calls for me. Jackson was shot while chasing after a illegal immigrant who threatened his ex-girlfriend.

Army of Dad was a cop for about a year and I was a nervous wreck most of that time. The phone ringing at 2 a.m. sent shivers down my spine as I looked at it and reached for it never knowing if it was AoD calling to tell me he was working late or if it was someone else calling to tell me something had happened.

Just a week ago, AoD and I had a big argument. A really big argument and the virtual daggers were flying. I seldom seriously wish ill on someone, but the little devil on my shoulder was suggesting all sorts of unkind outcomes for him. Then, I heard the news Monday morning about Officer Jackson. It softened my heart. Driving down the road and listening to talk radio discussing the incident and I just sobbed while I drove. I felt so bad for his widow of only a few months. I just kept thinking about those newlyweds and envisioning what it must have been like - putting off having kids for a few years so they could enjoy their time together and get ready for a baby and now she will never have a part of him with her and I know the regret must be enormous. After 9/11, I knew life was too short and is such a gift, I wanted another piece of AoD to have with me in case anything ever happened to him. I look at my children and see him in their faces, their mannerisms and their love. I feel so much pity for this woman who is a widow too soon. She buried her husband Friday.

Hail Mary, full of grace
Our Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb,
Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.

Moms Gone Wild

Nothing like a little soccer momminess to cut short my Moms Gone Wild evening out with the gals tonight. Yes, blog readers, it is indeed 1:51 in the morning. I'm never up at this time, but I just got in from my slumber party cut short. My friend's car is parked out in front of my house because she and another friend found another ride home so she could stay all night. Alas, I have to be up in about four hours, so I came home.

*sigh*

But, on the bright side, I did get to eat a cupcake in which someone inscribed in icing the fabulous philosophical statement: Eat Me. Another friend took a picture of me eating it and then we got one *faint hearted, look away now* of another friend of mine pretending to eat another Eat Me cupcake from my cleavage. The coup de gras of our night of debauchery was when I won a Girls Gone Wild video. *rolling my eyes* I'm sure Army of Dad will want to watch that tonight after Harry Potter. I made the crowd roar with laughter when I flashed them as I went to receive my major award. Come of think of it, there may have been a camera flash at that time, too. Yikes, my boobs may be on the Internet tomorrow. Yikes.

It was fun, though. Some girls were taking glamour shots, others were smoking outside in the cold and *shh, don't tell* but the hostess had four slot machines in her game room and we played slots, too. We also did those things like talk about alarm clocks and getting kids up in the mornings to head lice, acne and everything else.

I hope this was coherent. I'm cold and tired. I didn't even drink tonight because I had to drive an hour to get home. Me and the Dr Pepper survived a drive home listening to Firefly on my DVD player in the van. IT certainly made the drive home bearable. Ruddin soccer tournament. Nah, I think it will be shiny, just going to be one tired momma.

*yawn*

Addendum: I almost forgot the traffic jam on the way to the party, which was in BFE. Dufus Bubba was driving down the highway hauling haybales when he tossed a cigarette out the window and set his hay on fire. So, me and the girls in my van sat on the BFE Highway waiting for the fire department to put it out. As Bill Engvall would say, here's your sign!

11.18.2005

Difficult Times Lie Ahead Harry

Finally, today, Goblet of Fire is coming out. We can't go today, but will be there tomorrow.

Stuff Portrait Friday - My past, present and future

Stuff Portrait Friday's assignment was something from my past, my present and my future with the caveat that we can't use our kids in any of the shots.

Random and Odd has some good ones in the comments today. Here is my best effort completely concocted while hanging out at my house working and doing laundry.

My Past

The towel was a high school graduation gift that my kids use now. The denim overalls are one of those outfits that all three kids have worn, as is evidenced by the knee-stains. I had to have those when Pickle was 2. I loved it and so have all three kids.

My Present

Laundry to put away. That is a constant daily chore with three active kids.

My Future

This one is probably self-evident, but I hope and pray that I'll be fotunate enough to get into Heaven when I die.

Ring of Fire

The voice just doesn't look like it should come out of Joaquin Phoenix, but it is his I've been told. Walk the Line is a movie I'll see eventually. I've always liked Johnny Cash. Loved his Nine Inch Nails cover.

Anyway. I love Joaquin. I have since Gladiator. He is a good bad guy, a good good guy ... ok, he just looks good.

Hello, I'm Johnny Cash.


As the evil dude from Gladiator...

I love that sneer. He could get as mad at me as he wanted as long as he looked like that.
Upclose and looking good.

And his "just got laid" hair.

I have something on fire, not sure it is a ring though. Enjoy ladies.

11.17.2005

Look out Jackie Chan

I'm so behind in blogging. My boys advanced to the next belt color on Nov. 11. They did great. We crammed on their karate questions regarding some of the founders of karate, principals of American Karate, which is the kind they study, etc. I just hope I never see my beautiful boys on Ultimate Fighting Championship.


Here is Pickle before getting his green belt. He was very proud.


Pickle getting his green belt.


Look at my new orange belt!


Hot Rod getting his belt from the director of the program.


Very proud of that new belt. The yellow belt makes a great gun all folded up like that, Hot Rod discovered.


Gees, my kids are cute. They were so proud of themselves.


Here with their buddy from school. The future Chuck Norris, Jet Li and Jackie Chan here.

11.16.2005

National Ammo Day approaches

So much exciting stuff going on this weekend.

Friday, I'm taking Stinkerbelle to stay with my folks for the weekend and then I'm meeting my best friend from high schoolf or some shopping and lunch. Then, I need to stop by the credit union to convert my 401k into an IRA. Then, I'm doing a girls' night out slumber party Friday night with a big group of girlfriends. Army of Dad gets stuck taking the kids to karate for one last session that night. Saturday, Hot Rod's soccer team is having a tournament and then he is going to spend the night with his buddy and Army of Dad and I are going to see Harry Potter and who knows what other wild times may ensue. *note the sarcasm* Then, on Sunday, I can sleep late with no one coming to wake me up requesting a clean butt, milk or breakfast. We may impose and invite ourselves over to brunch with bloggers hosted, but not paid for, by El Capitan. Should be good fun and a nice break from the usual chaos. Of course, we'll be keeping the gas stations in business and depleting our bank account, but that is half the fun!!!

Oh yeah, and the original intent of this post is National Ammo Day is Saturday. So, I guess we'll waste more money on ammo on Saturday, too. *yes, yes, I know AoD, money spent on ammo is never wasted*

11.15.2005

Happy fun meme

Been putting this off for weeks, but here we go.

1. Five things I plan to do before I die:
A. Go to New Zealand
B. eat at The Mansion
C. Go to Las Vegas to Star Trek: The Experience
D. Sing I Will Survive at a karaoke night
E. See my kids grow up to be responsible adults (I can hope, can't I?)

2. Five things I can do:
A. Conduct a phone interview while changing a diaper
B. Cook a mean noodles and meat dish
C. Make almost anyone smile and laugh
D. Call soccer parents while cooking dinner and helping kids with homework
E. fart silently

3. Five things I can't do:
A. Eat healthy
B. Watch a horror movie
C. Sit by while my children cry
D. Recite the Rosary
E. Run

4. Five things that attract me to the opposite sex:
A. Nice shoulders
B. A good smile/nice lips
C. A good butt
D. A friendly face
E. A stocky build

5. Five things I say most often:
A. Not that I'm bitter or anything.
B. You're fired.
C. What is your damage?
D. Move it asshole!
E. shit!

6. Five celebrity crushes:
A. Nathan Fillion
B. Billy Baldwin
C. ARod and Derek Jeter
D. Kenny Chesney
E. Mel Gibson

Blame Uzz for this one.

One for the guys

Hey guys, go look. Her finger isn't on the trigger.

Not that any of you are looking at her fingers.

Potter Mania

Well, it has happened. My house is becoming Harry Potter obsessed. Pickle wants a robe from his favorite house at Hogwarts. Everyone can guess which one.

We will not get to see the movie on opening day, but we have tickets for Saturday night, so it is the best we could do.

I did make a 92 on the Harry Potter quiz. I should have scored 100, but one of the questions, I thought too much about. I should have went with my first instinct. But, I'm such a HP dork, at one question I was rolling my eyes and thinking, gees, everyone knows that. Gees.

So, for my 92, I was told "You are a Hogwarts professor. Good work! Hop on your broomstick and take a victory lap around the block. "

Yippee. That's gorrammed shiny! Yikes, mixing my dork genres here. I hope I don't lose points for that. I wonder what Picard would do?

;)

Keeping warm this winter

Now that it is getting cold in Texas, I may need a set of these boobie-warmers.


A model stands beside a manequin as they display the latest high-tech thermal underwear 'Warmbiz Bra' by lingerie maker Triumph International at the company's headquarters in Tokyo

TOKYO (AFP) - For the woman who wants to stay both warm and environmentally conscious this winter -- and isn't bothered by extra bulk under her shirt -- a lingerie maker unveiled a thick bra that can be heated in a microwave.

Triumph International modeled the bra in Japan which has launched a "Warm Biz" campaign urging people to bundle up to save on heating. The bra pads are filled with an eco-friendly, reusable gel that can be heated up in a microwave or with hot water. For good measure, a pendant of a hot pepper dangles from the front.
But the bra isn't for those favoring understated attire. A long strap flows down from the back, which is meant to be wrapped around like a boa to keep one's neck warm.

"We hope this will not only help prevent global warming but also provide a little fashion chic to the office," Triumph's Japan branch said in a statement.

But for the time being, the bra, which comes with matching shorts, won't be in stores, with the lingerie maker instead using the technology to develop other warm clothing.

Japan, the land of the Kyoto Protocol, is encouraging people to set their heating at no more than 20 degrees Celsius (68 Fahrenheit) this winter to save energy.

It follows a "Cool Biz" casual-dress campaign promoted by Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi, who eschewed his tie for most of the summer, to reduce air-conditioner use and therefore greenhouse gas emissions. The drive is estimated to have saved enough energy to supply 240,000 households for a month.

Follow the bouncing ball

Remember those little sing-along cartoons we watched as kids that you followed the bouncing ball so you'd know the lyrics to the songs? I still can't spell Mississippi without singing that song.

Why couldn't they make a song for Albuquerque?

I'm writing a story about the city and cannot spell its name to save my life. Cut and paste, baby.

11.14.2005

Fiesta de futbol

We had a busy weekend including the end-of-the-season soccer party last night. We rented a local church rec center (where we had Pickle's birthday party in September, too) and it was perfect to let the kids run loose and have a ball.


Hot Rod got the Keeper award for his team and hew as SOOOO proud of himself.

Pickle got the Sportsmanship Award on his team.

A rare pic of mom and Stinkerbelle. That is my new Kermit the frog shirt. My first blog pay-off for running an ad.

A flying pickle in the jumphouse with his sister in the background.

An even rarer family picture. We received some thank you gift cards from parents, which was really nice and totally unexpected. But, the best part of coaching Hispanic kids - one mom brought chips and salsa and another brought us homemade tamales!!! Yummy.

Another candidate for mother of the year

There are times when I feel like a horrible failure as a mother, then I see stories like this and determine that my kids don't have it so badly.


Mom thought chili powder safe for baby
'She passed away, but not because I intentionally tried to kill her'
Friday, November 11, 2005
By ROBERT THARP / The Dallas Morning News
The pasty mixture of chili powder and water tasted "gross," but a young Irving mother facing capital murder charges testified Thursday that she didn't think it was dangerous to mold it around her infant daughter's thumb and force her to swallow it to break her thumb-sucking habit.
Speaking in her own defense on the third day of testimony in her capital murder trial, Angela Disabella said she placed the pepper mixture on her daughter's thumb several times over about an hour before the baby began to choke in May 2004. "It wasn't hot at all; I tasted it. It just has a weird, gross taste," she said. "It wasn't horribly gross so you would throw it up – just so you wouldn't keep it [your thumb] in your mouth."
Nearly 6 months old, Kira was not yet ready to eat soft food, but Ms. Disabella, 21, said she was not concerned as the globs of brownish red pepper disappeared in the baby's mouth.
"I thought it was working," she said. "As soon as she'd put her thumb in her mouth she'd take it out. ... She'd make this weird smile."
The powder eventually clogged Kira's throat and lungs entirely, causing her suffocation death, according to court testimony. Under cross-examination by prosecutor Patricia Hogue, Ms. Disabella denied that she caused the baby's death.
"She passed away, but not because I intentionally tried to kill her," she said.
Ms. Disabella acknowledged having a troubled adolescence and young-adult life. She didn't complete the ninth grade and ran away at age 16. She also said she had been a danger to herself at times, mutilating her arms with knives and trying to kill herself on several occasions.
Throughout several hours on the witness stand, Ms. Disabella maintained her composure under long questioning by Ms. Hogue about the events that led up to Kira's death.
Although the baby had gained less than a pound in the nearly six months that she lived, Ms. Disabella said she fed her according to what she read in books and magazines. She said she didn't always have formula because her live-in boyfriend and the baby's father, Cameron Stockton, wanted her to breastfeed and refused to buy formula.
"I went by what the book said. I tried to do my best," she said.
Prosecutors have charged that the baby's suffocation was the culmination of a string of neglect and abuse the baby suffered in her short life.
Besides being malnourished, the baby suffered two fractured ribs about a month before she died.
A medical investigator testified that the rib injuries were likely caused by blunt-force abuse.
Friends and relatives of Ms. Disabella testified that she was concerned about the baby's lack of weight gain and that they thought she was feeding her.
They also testified that they believed Mr. Stockton was abusive to Ms. Disabella, a matter that prosecutors say is irrelevant because he was not at home when the baby died.
"Angela was a very caring mother. She cared about her baby. She loved her baby," friend Lindsay Kellner said. "Cameron controlled the relationship. He decided what she would do, where she would go and how they would do things."
If convicted of capital murder, Ms. Disabella will face an automatic life sentence in prison. Jurors will likely also have the option of considering lesser charges of causing serious bodily injury to a child by recklessness or negligence.

Another piece of interesting info from a former classmate of mine, this girl went to Kennedale High School briefly. Ahh, another reason to be proud of my alma mater.

Dork status: elevated

I'm not sure which is dorkier, the fact that Uzz has found these things on the Internet or the fact that he knows to send them immediately to me.

A Star Trek Communicator Phone is one of them. I'd love to hear Worf announcing a phone call.

Then, there was the Star Trek TNG Dr. Seuss style.

Both very funny.

Up WAY too early this morning. Have to write a story that is due today and I'll be in a construction conference * yes, I know, rub down the goosebumps* all morning. Yippee.

11.11.2005

Remember what mama said?

Well, apparently not.

I don't know how many times a day I tell Hot Rod to tie his shoes. I have tried cajoling, teasing, joking, bribing, yelling ... you name it, I've tried it. All to no avail. This child will not tie his shoes.

*sigh*

Maybe this'll learn 'im.


While working this morning, the phone rings and the caller ID shows the school's number.

Oh no, I said outloud.

I wasn't terribly shocked to get a call from the school nurse. My boys get severe growing pains and Hot Rod's legs have been bothering him enough to want to go see the nurse. So, I thought it can't hurt for her to check and make sure it doesn't look/sound like something more serious. So, I answer the phone and she tells me his legs are fine.

But ...

Uh-oh, I said, that doesn't sound good.

Hot Rod's here with me now. We had a little spill on on the playground. I got the bleeding to stop.

*thinking to myself, oh shit*

But, I think he may need stitches.

Ok, do I take him to the ER or to the pediatrician?

ER most likely, but you know, you might want to call the doctor and see if he can do it in his office.

Ok, I'm on my way.

Hang up phone and Army of Dad (who took off work today to get an MRI for a hand injury he suffered about three weeks ago, that is a whole OTHER story) looks at me like "WTF? Spill the beans woman!" SO I relay what she said as I'm calling the pediatrician to see if I can bring him there and avoid waiting in an ER all day. They say to come NOW.

So, I leave AoD and Stinkerbelle at the house, go retrieve Hot Rod, think better of doing it by myself and call AoD to be ready and go with us. We load up the family and head to the doctor.

As we're driving over, we're quizzing the kid about what he was doing to fall and not get his hands out in front of him to break the fall. Just running and fell, he tells us.

We check in at the doctor's office and head to the "well room" when AoD looks at me and says knowingly "I wonder how he fell?" as he gestures at not one, but two, completely untied sneakers.

The staff fit us in pretty quickly and the doctor sees him.

Typical pavement abrasion, he says. Little skids of skin ripped off in a line. The one cut is pretty deep, but if the doc stitches it, the scar will be even more pronounced. So, he tells us to use soap and water, keep it clean and bandaged and we're ok. He may have some skin divits from the scars that will make shaving a bitch when he gets older, though. Yippee.

So, $25 later and a GIANT peace of mind, and we're on our way for the day's events as planned with an extra kid in tow. Teacher said don't worry about bringing him back to school. Now, he is playing video games after getting pizza for lunch and ice cream for dessert.

So, are you going to work on keeping your shoes tied better now?
*in that exasperated 'you're interrupting my video game' voice - yeah sure*
Why am I not convinced?

In honor of Veteran's Day

My favorite hunks this week are all veterans. Go hug one today or visit a VA Hospital. There are so many different ways to show support. If nothing else, make sure and display your flag today. Just a reminder, Veteran's Day is to honor all veterans - in peacetime or war, living and dead.

My hunk is my all-time favorite veteran, Army of Dad. Here, he is with his best friend back in 1997 while we were in Fort Hood. Lucky soldier buddy is now stationed in Hawaii.



Then, there is Sgt. Hook. I have no idea what he looks like. Doesn't matter. He is a helluva guy and men are more than just looks. *yes, yes, I know, everyone is shocked to hear me say that* There are very few guys that I can't find something attractive about them. Sgt. Hook is just a great guy. Here are some more. Go send them an email or leave a comment telling them you appreciate their service to our country.

Chuck at From my Position was wounded in action and he and his wife started a project to raise funds for wounded soldiers.

Noah at Soldier's Mom was also wounded in action.

Just an Army Wife's Dear Husband likes to dress up for special events in the office. Last one I read was a 70s or 80s party. Gotta love a guy with a sense of style and humor!

Army Wife Toddler Mom's Captain Husband. Fixed the rank this time. Thanks!

I love a man in uniform and always have. So, ladies, enjoy. One more for good measure, my hunka hunka burning love.

Stuff Portrait Friday

This one will be easy since I just had a birthday. I didn't take my own pictures for Stuff Portrait Friday, so I think I sort of cheated. Sue me. Go check out Random and Odd for her SPF.

Nov. 11th - show me the money
The last thing you bought for yourself
The last thing someone bought for you
Your wallet

Since I have no wallet, that one is a nobrainer. I actually have it on my shopping list, though.

The last thing I bought for myself.

The last thing someone else bought for me.

I'm eclectic, if nothing else.

11.10.2005

Justice? For who?

A young, pretty white school teacher runs over four black children, killing two of them in Tampa Bay last year and gets three years of house arrest.

I've never been one to play a race card because I tend to think the majority of people I know - regardless of skin color - value each other. I tend to peeshaw people who say that jury verdicts or a judge's ruling isn't tainted by the hue of one's skin. But, this case makes me wonder. It really, truly does. Or is it a statement about children? We can always have more, so who cares if we kill two of them. No big loss. Do we, as a society, not value the lives of our most innocent and most precious? I wonder.

I admire their mother. She said "It's not about a black and white thing. It's about my kids."

Porter, a former Muller Elementary School dance teacher, received two years of house arrest and three years of probation, to be served consecutively, for leaving the scene of an accident involving death. This woman ran these four children over as they crossed the street from a playground. I have seen kids run out into traffic, but it had to take skill to hit all four of them. She was driving a little Toyota Echo at 38 mph when she hit the kids in the crosswalk and drove away. She never stopped to see if they were ok. The 3-year-old was stuck under her car for about 150 feet while she drove away.

This made me so sick to read. I can't imagine how awful it would be to do that to someone and then not to even stop and see if the kids were ok, to try and help them. She was a teacher for God's sake. Did she have no love for children? An acquaintance I know in town hit a child who ran in front of his car. It wasn't his fault and the child was fortunately not seriously injured. But, he stopped to help the child and he was troubled by the incident. This woman taught school and dance the next day. Hello.

Who got justice here? Jennifer Porter? It certainly wasn't Bryant Wilkins, age 13. Aquina Wilkins, age 8. Durontae Caldwell, age 3. LaJuan Davis, age 2. Bryant and Durontae died.

11.09.2005

Grandma 1, Goblin 0

I gasped when I first heard this story while getting ready this morning, but then I threw my fist in the air and shouted "You go girl!"

From the Fort Worth Star Telegram
By BILL MILLER and NATHANIEL JONES

A 66-year-old grandmother shot an intruder in her north Arlington home early Wednesday as he grabbed for her gun, she told police.

The grandmother, who asked that her name not be published because she fears retaliation, the training she received to earn her concealed-handgun permit saved her life.

"If I didn't have a gun to protect myself, I probably wouldn't be here," she said. (emphasis mine)

The man, identified as Christopher Lessner, 22, was under police guard Wednesday morning at Harris Methodist Fort Worth, where he was being treated for a leg wound, said Christy Gilfour, Arlington police spokeswoman.

The woman said she used a .38-caliber revolver. Gilfour confirmed that the woman has a gun permit.
Lessner was shot sometime after 12:30 a.m. He had initially fled from officers at about 11:15 p.m. Tuesday during a traffic stop on Interstate 30 at Fielder Road, Gilfour said.

The grandmother told officers that she was letting her dog out about 12:30 a.m. when she noticed a muddy footprint on her back porch.

The woman told police that she usually carried her gun because she was afraid of coyotes attacking her dogs.
She said her 28-year-old granddaughter, who was in the house, heard glass breaking. The grandmother also noticed that her cats were out of their room and that items in another room had been moved, police said.
When she yanked open the door of her front closet and pulled a coat away, she saw the face of a man, who motioned for her to be quiet, she said.

He then "jumped out of there like a jack-in-a-box,'' she said.

She told him to get on the floor or she'd shoot. He fumbled with the front door with one hand and reached for the gun with the other, she said.

She then fired her revolver, which was loaded with hollow-point bullets, she said.

The woman said she could have killed the man because her concealed-carry instructors taught her to aim for the torso. But she said she aimed for his leg. He was hit in the upper leg, police said. Helloooo! Shoot him in the center of mass and put him down! He would be a bloody spot on my carpet had that been me instead of that grandma. No leg shots here. He still got away from her. She's lucky he didn't come after her.

"He said, 'Ow, you shot me!' '' the woman said.

Police said the woman fired another shot but missed.

Gilfour said officers searching for the suspect heard the gunshot, and dispatchers soon directed them to a 911 caller on Northaven Court, a cul-de-sac southwest of I-30 and Fielder.

"We found him a couple houses to the east, lying on a balcony,'' Gilfour said.

The black Chevrolet pickup Lessner was driving was reported stolen out of Euless, Gilfour said. She did not know his address.

During the traffic stop, Gilfour said, officers tried to pull the truck over for speeding, but it turned north onto Fielder and into a neighborhood north of the interstate.

Officers said Lessner leaped from the moving truck on Parkcrest Terrace, which is just east of Randol Mill Park, and ran into a wooded area.

Officers combed the neighborhood for more than two hours, street by street, with a police helicopter overhead. At some point the man crossed the interstate.

Gilfour said Lessner faces charges of unauthorized use of a motor vehicle, evading arrest and burglary.
She said police "do not anticipate" filing charges against the grandmother.

Thanks to Uzz for sending me the print story.

Piano Man

All together now (except AoD, Alli and Cashin, they're too young to remember):

*'Cuz we're all in the mood for a melody and you've got us feeling alright*

Army of Dad is so going to regret my birthday gift - a Hasting's gift card. I went today with full intent on buying the new U2 CD. Instead, I saw a display of greatest hits CDs and I fondled many from Tom Petty to Prince and Aerosmith (I didn't literally fondle those guys, *eww* the thought is a little sick*. I even groped Bon Jovi and Limp Bizkit *those guys, maybe*. But, I settled on one I've had my heart on for many years after my Baylor "little brother" so-called borrowed it and never returned it: Billy Joel.

Ah yes. There will be She's Always a Woman, It's Still Rock n Roll, Only the Good Die Young ... and many more going on in the Mom-Mobile for the days to come.

And, the mom-mobile was in full swing today. Only AoD could truly appreciate my downright giddiness and excitement at what I found at Target: 12-pack-packages of Kraft Mac n Cheese dinners for *sit down, you wont' believe it* $2.98 a piece!!!! Swear to God! I almost wet my pants I was so stoked. Hot Rod would eat mac n cheese every day three times a day if he could, so we are ALWAYS buying it and at 75 cents a box here, it can add up IMHO. But, this was so freaking cool. It is like 25 cents a box!!!! Rock on. I bought four packages and contemplated buying more and giving to the food bank. I may go back and do that. No Thanksgiving table is complete without mac n cheese next to the green bean casserole! I may have to get a picture of Hot Rod in pure joy at all the mac n cheese. And, AoD, please explain in the comments why you are laughing so hysterically at my happy purchase. This is actually a good story from when we were dating and he tells it better than me.

11.08.2005

46 more shopping days

Yes, indeedy, the true stpirit of Christmas right her for you folks. Only 46 more shopping days.

*sigh*

Something is wrong here. It should read, 46 more days to celebrate the birth of our Savior.

Yes, I like that better.

I hear Uzz complain often of the "prostitots" dolls and styles in which people dress their children. Yes, even I turn down some hand-me-downs when they are leopard print. I usually sit in the floor with my mouth agape that anyone I know would allow their preschool aged daughter to wear leopard print.

*shaking my head*

And, then, I laughed a bit at at the Bratz, slutz, whorz and skankz line of dolls. While shopping for my dear daughter the other day, I had to drag my mom away from this skanky pair of dolls in which both the boy and girl doll had frosted hair and their car had leopard print seat covers. Step away slowly from the hoochie-mobile and dolls, mom. Push the cart away and look down this aisle where the very cute Dora The Explorer toys are instead. *whew* Wiping Brow and feeling good about diverting that tragedy.

Rock the vote

I do some stupid things sometimes. I replaced the batteries in this hideous little duck stuffed animal that my mom gave Stinkebelle for Easter. The thing sings "splish splash I was taking a bath" and not just a line or two, but the WHOLE friggin song. She found it this morning and we have been listening to splish splash over and over and over. I made the mistake of dancing a bit in my chair and now she keeps playing it and instructing "dance mommy!" while she "plays guitar" to the song.

It would be cute if it I didn't have five stories all due by today!!! Plus, I have to burn a CDrom with about 30 pictures and five stories and I've never done that before. I have a thing about trying and doing new things.

Well, I stepped out of the tub and put my feet on the floor,
the Easter Bunny came hopping through the door.
Splish splash, he hopped right in the bath,
the next thing I knew we had a party going on!
We was a splishing and a splashing ...

That reminds me, I need to go vote. *subtle humor regarding gay marriage there*

p.s. No, I'm not telling anyone how I'm voting today either.

11.07.2005

If I had lots of money

I would love to go to the giant Big Damned Flanvention next month in California. Everyone from Serenity and Firefly (except Zoe) is going to be there.

OH.MY.GOD.

I'd be in dork heaven.

Inn the mood?

I know where we're NOT going on our next vacation.

Hotels run the gamete
By Kitty Bean Yancey, USA TODAY
Hotels have tried every conceivable kind of promotion, and here's the latest: the procreation vacation.

Three Starwood properties in the Caribbean and Bahamas have given birth to the concept, a three-night getaway that includes romantic dinners, spa treatments and island potions said to increase chances of a pregnancy.

"The idea was born when housekeepers at The Westin St. John were extolling the fertility benefits of pumpkin soup," Starwood marketing executive Bill Thompson says. "We're simply enhancing the baby-making process by offering island remedies that have been passed down for generations."

Procreation packages are now offered at The Westin St. John Resort & Villas on St. John; The Westin at Our Lucaya Beach & Golf Resort on Grand Bahama Island; and the Martineau Bay Resort & Spa on the island of Vieques off Puerto Rico.

They run $1,600 to $3,500 for two (I would assume it is for two, hard to make a baby with just one!) and include suite accommodations, two romantic dinners, a couple's massage with aromatherapy (said to promote fertility) and reflexology (billed as aiding virility).

Infant-icipating males can guzzle unlimited glasses of sea moss elixir (a marine plant mixed with milk, sugar and spices). It's the Caribbean answer to Viagra, Starwood says.

Women in the mood to be moms get unlimited bowls of pumpkin soup, rich in vitamins believed to promote conception.

Whether these embryonic packages will lead to an addition to the family remains to be seen, but it's certainly fertile ground for hotel marketing.

Something ironic

Today, I was going to have my annual boobie smushing, but decided to put it off for another week so I can celebrate my birthday mammogram free. So, I call the hospital to cancel and reschedule and while on hold I hear the hospital's schedule of upcoming seminars including "Stress Management during the holidays by Dr. Nishendu Vasada."

I almost dropped the receiver because it just struck me as really funny. The Indian-named doctor talking about Christmas stress. Now, I know ... he could be Christian and not some other religion, but admit it. That shit is funny. Of course it isn't stressful to him if he doesn't celebrate Christmas.

Ok, ok. I'm an insensitive redneck. I know.

Ho ho ho.

Through the years

It was 37 years ago today that I was born. Mom said it was a Thursday morning.

Looking through photo albums, I found pics of a few birthdays past.

Here is my first birthday. That is my brother behind me and my cousin in front. That is my grandmother in the back. Her birthday is Nov. 8. This picture reminds me of Pickle and Stinkerbelle.

My kids have used that same high chair. Made to last, I think, because my brother used it, too. This picture of me and my brother was taken four days later. He was 10 1/2 in the picture. He is tall and blonde. I'm short and brunette. Gotta love genetics.

Below is my second birthday. I still have that little yellow robe.

Here is Cowgirl AoM. I can see where Hot Rod gets his knobby knees. I don't have them anymore. *sigh* I loved my Shirley Temple curls.

Now, my birthday in the fourth grade. That is me in the front with the white shirt and white clippies. The boy in the far right with the striped shirt holding his cup up - my cousin killed his dad. Lovely, huh? You can see LaLa (who comments on here occasionally) on the far left in the back.
My birthday cake from my 14th birthday. Was great. We had the party at Putt Putt. I loved Garfield. I thought it was funny when Pickle was hooked on him, too.

And, my cake from 20 years ago - on my 17th. I fell in love with penguins in the ninth grade. Now, my kids love penguins, too. It is so great!

And my birthday party in Ms. B's journalism class my senior year in high school. It was great: cake, soda and ice cream!!! My mom was so good to make my birthdays special.

I think I'll make myself a german chocolate cake for my birthday this year. Going to meet Army of Dad for lunch. Maybe I'll go spend that Barnes and Noble card Kat gave me, too. Hmm. A movie? I think I can give myself the day off. Maybe.

11.06.2005

Carl Edwards wins in Cowtown

Why do they make those poor racers wear all the goofy hats when they win a race? Poor Carl Edwards. I mean, I guess he won so he doesn't care. But, really. Probably not his best look. I guess when you win in Cowtown, you have to wear a cowboy hat.


I have to say that I'm VERY happy with the sports media for getting it right this time. TMS is in Fort Worth NOT Dallas. I used to climb the walls when I'd hear some stupidass TV reporter say they were reporting from Dallas. No, you're not dipshit. It is Fort Worth. I'm going to Railhead BBQ and buy me one of these soon.

Payback

Ok guys. This is for you putting up with my Friday Hunks every week. I think Army of Dad (who likes to look at backsides) will enjoy this the most.

The caption reads: Miss Venezuela Aleskha Matas performs during the 2005 Miss Playboy TV Latin America and Iberia contest in Mexico City Nov. 3. I'm not sure I want to know what her talent was.

Miss Argentina Aracelis Bochio performs during the Playboy TV Latin America and Iberia 2005 beauty contest.

No more whining about looking at shirtless guys. I have one I found where some girls' boob is popped out of her tube top (yes, I know, very classy statement). If you're nice to me, I might email it to you.

Attention men

Just so this doesn't happen to you, when you break up with a girl and get a new girlfriend - DON'T go back to the ex-girlfriend's house and think you're going to get laid without some form of retribution. Seriously.

If your ex calls for sex, just say no and don't go over there. You, too, could wind up with your ass glued shut, your dick glued to your hairy belly and ugly words written on your back in nail polish, too.

Actually, I am sort of impressed that the dude's thing was big enough to glue to his stomach.

What? That's impressive. I'm just saying.

Poor old Kasey

I've seen at least two commercials he did - for Mountain Dew and Allstate - but he had crappy luck this race, too.

He wrecked out at TMS earlier this year. This time, alternator belt broke.

*sobbing* (not really)

Gentlemen, start your engines

It has been exciting to see all the people coming through town heading to the races. It is so great to live just 15 minutes from Texas Motor Speedway. I really need to take my boys to the races. Hot Rod is bugging me now about why we couldn't go.

Should be fun to watch. Just saw a commercial for the Victory Junction gang and had to explain to Hot Rod why I hope he never gets to go there.

Hot Rod wanted to cheer for the M&M car but Elliott Sadler is driving without the M&M logo. So, Hot Rod is cheering for the Viagra No. 6 Mark Martin car. *shaking my head* He is a chip off the old block. He also decided he liked Joe Nemechek's 01 Army car.

Go Kasey Kahne!!!!! No. 9 car!!!!!

11.05.2005

Boys will be boys

*insert deep sigh here*

I sort of anticipated curling up on the couch and watching our new Star Wars trilogy DVDs tonight since the babysitter thing didn't happen. *sighing again* Alas, I was sorely mistaken.

Instead, I get to watch the channels flip between Ultimate Fighting Championship and the Florida Gators vs. something with a V. I can't even remember now. I've lost that many brain cells. The only thing I can say is that at least the UFC dudes are ripped. Just never have liked watching guys fight. I hate boxing, too. Amazes me that I can watch my boys spar in karate.

*sigh*

I did get a mommy's day off today. So, it is not a total loss. Plus, I have to plan for CCD tomorrow anyway. I was planning on quitting being a teacher's assistant, but now I have to take over for the next two weeks. *sighing again* I went to the funeral and bawled like a baby. But, it is that kind of crying that you have to keep silent and to yourself because it isn't appropriate to fall apart. It isn't my mother and if her own daughters can keep it together, I'll be damned if I fall apart. I just felt so badly for my friend and felt helpless at not being able to do anything to take away her pain. There was a signer at the front of the service, too, and I was mesmerized watching her sign the sermon and the songs. It was beautiful. Made me think about how I'd like to be remembered. The pastor mentioned the infectious smile of the deceased. She greeted people warmly and was pleasant. I wonder how I'll be remembered? I have a feeling my laugh will be mentioned. :) Mom and I went to eat and went shopping. I finished up shopping for the kids with the exception of some stocking stuffers. Is Madagascar coming out before Christmas? I know we're getting March of the Penguins, but I'll give it to them before Christmas. Then, I got a double treat and made it to the annual craft show at our local high school. It is great and I always get lots of gifts there. Grabbed some steaks that AoD said he'd make for me on my birthday. Then it was home to reality. Grumpy overtired kids. We let them stay up too late playing. I should know better. Now, I'm off to plan Sunday School and go to bed.

I hope I don't dream about football or fistfights.

Always 17 in your hometown

Funny how some things change and others stay exactly the same. Going back home last night to the visitation for Ms. B's mom at the funeral home and once I get past Kennedale and all the development there, I go down the back roads that I travelled as a teenager. I passed the street where Chad (who comments here often) grew up. I think his mom still lives there. Got on the old business highway and once I headed toward Mansfield, nothing had changed for a long stretch. Still the old junk car yards and the infamous Bisbee Baptist Church. I laughed hysterically at this. In junior high, we had a youth leader who would promise us a grand prize of a round trip ticket to Bisbee, Texas, if we won whatever game we were playing. Bisbee probably has a population of less than 100 and is about 5 miles from Kennedale. Too funny. I stumbled back into my high school years. Once into Mansfield, there was so much development, it was weird. Then, there was the "old" part of town that I remember and there was the funeral home. The dad of one of my childhood friends is running the funeral home now and we visited for a little bit. My friend whose mom died earlier this year was there when I arrived. That was really sweet of her to drive across town, but I think she knows how hard it is to lose your mom and wanted to be there for her. Ms. B still has the same funny mannerisms that made her a student favorite in high school and I suddenly felt 17 again. I felt awkward. I didn't know what to say. I mean, what do you say to someone in that situation? I worried about her because she just had surgery and doted on her a bit to rest, but aside from that, I felt really useless. I just hoped that being there was enough.

Driving out of there, I relied on my instincts of knowing where intersecting highways were even though I hadn't travelled these roads in years. I was in BFE for a while before finally getting back to the civilization of Arlington. I met LabKat in Grapevine and we had dinner and a drink before going to Barnes and Noble for a cup of coffee and a search of the calendars and books. She gave me a gift card for my birthday, but they didn't have what I was looking for initially. So, I may use it to buy a penguins calendar. I picked up some Christmas presents for the kids and found a few other things I may get later. Was just sort of weird that the Christmas music was already being played.

Today, I'm meeting my mom to go to the funeral. Then, we're going to eat and shop. I'll be missing Pickle's soccer game for the funeral. Army of Dad and I were going to go out tonight, but our sitter fell through. So, I don't get a birthday outing, but such is life when you're a mom. One of my dear friends told me yesterday that her husband left her and it suddenly made me grateful for the stupid shit that AoD and I fight about. Felt bad for bitching about AoD to her with the crap she is putting up with. Everything is relative, isn't it? My life is pretty damn good and I don't even know it. Ok, maybe I do now.

11.04.2005

Death and mayhem

Looks like El Capitan beat me to the punch about this scumsucking asshole escaping from jail. Apparently, the keystone cops couldn't keep him in jail. Sorry MF killed two people and has been sentenced to death and he managed to escape. Lovely. And, I'm going to be going out after dark alone. *hmm, knife in my pocket and 38 special in my glove box tonight*

I think I'll be getting a Kubatan for my birthday for my keyring, too, just for good measure.

For any of you who oppose the death penalty, this fucker is the poster boy for it. He was put to death Thursday for the 1997 abduction, sexual assault and beating death of a 9-year-old girl who lived in his West Texas neighborhood. Melvin White attended a neighborhood barbecue the evening of Aug. 7, 1997, and went home after downing several drinks. Jennifer also attended with her family, then was noticed missing later in the evening. Evidence and testimony showed White took her in his pickup to a roadside rest area outside Ozona where she was bound with black electrical tape, had a sock stuffed into her mouth and was sexually assaulted with a screwdriver. Then she was hit repeatedly with a tire iron before her body was dumped behind a water tank. At his trial, prosecutors showed White had assaulted an underage daughter, forced her to perform oral sex, raped her and offered to pay her $50 a week to perform sexual favors. He also had been accused of fondling a female cousin and teenage girl who had been visiting his home.

Yes indeedy. If anyone was ever a candidate for death, it was this guy. My only regret is that it wasn't more fitting to his crime. Poor angel child - may her soul rest in peace and her family get some comfort from knowing this jerk got what he deserved.

Good news and bad news

Well, the good news is that my pap smear results came back normal and wonderful. After last year, that was great news.

The bad news is that Army of Dad's paternal grandmother broke her neck. We're not sure when. Apparently the family didn't think it was worth calling to tell us about. *not that I'm bitter or anything* I got an email from my father-in-law, who is back in Korea, last night telling me about it. Here is part of th email:

Gramma fell in the kitchen and broke her neck. I'm sure you all know the details by now. (no, first I heard of it) All of us probably had the same thought when we heard this. She was very lucky that her husband was there. If he had not been she might have died. She says the doctors give her no indication of being in danger. They will not put her in a globe but only a neck collar. She starts therapy tomorrow, 2 days after the accident. She expects to go home by the end of the weekend. All of these things make her feel that she is in no danger. She is stiff but other than that just fine. I asked her if she needed us to come and be there for her. Her "no" was immediate and firm. Amazing that at 76 she can handle these things. The human body is really strong. I hope we all will be as tough when our turn comes. I asked about her recovery. She says that it will be similar to when she had her operations. Her husband will have to do all for her and that seems to go OK. He seems to enjoy being needed again and that helps the relationship. Having others around would likely jeopardize that. The recovery is expected to take several months. She was apologetic for ruining our plans to go to Texas and visit Army of Dad. Can you believe that? She is in the hospital and is thinking about how she disrupted the plans of others. Amazing.
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She is indeed an amazing woman. I still haven't met her and was really looking forward to her visit. We worry that Army of Dad won't get to see her again before she dies. We are planning a trip to Minnesota for a Fourth of July family reunion, so hopefully the tough old bird will still be arond and kicking. She is a sweet lady. When AoD was a kid, she sent the children $2 bills for their birthday. She still does that for my kids, too. Very sweet. As a matter of fact, I'm looking at the money she sent Stinkerbelle for her birthday a few weeks ago. So, keep Gramma in your prayers please.

I'm going in a bit to the visitation for Ms. B's mom. Small world we live in, the funeral home is now owned by the father of one of my lifelong friends. He had always been a banker and even gave me a loan after college to pay off credit card bills. Now, he runs a funeral home in his retirement. I called my friend and talked to her about it. She said he really seems to enjoy it. Will be nice to see him tonight, too, if he's there. He played the organ at my wedding to Uzz. Small, small world. I love that.

Gentlemen, start my engine

Wait, there was a typo in that title. Oh no, there isn't. These guys do rev me up.

In honor of the inaugural Dickies 500 NASCAR NEXTEL Cup Series race at Texas Motor Speedway this Sunday, I'm posting some of my favorite Nascar drivers.

I love Jimmie Johnson. I wasn't a big fan until I saw an Imax show on Nascar and saw him. He is No. 2 in the points race right now, too.

He looks very blue collar to me, like you'd go over to his house on a Saturday afternoon and he'd roll out from under his car in the driveway with a little grease smudge on his cheek an wiping his hands on a bandanna so he can take a sip of the lemonade you brought for him. Wow, I had that all thought out, didn't I? One more of Jimmie for good measure.

Another cutie is Jamie McMurray, who was the 2003 Nextel Cup Rookie of the Year.

My list could not be complete without the next three guys. You probably guessed who they were already. The first is Dale Earnhardt, Jr.

The next is Jeff Gordon.

And wrapping up with Cutie Patootie No. 9, Kasey Kahne.

and this last one, so you see more than just his pretty eyes.

Religious holiday observation

Everyone bow your heads briefly as we observe the opener of deer season Saturday (AoD corrected me, I thought it was today).

*doing the sign of the cross*
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Deer Lord, please bless these hunters with lots of libations, blood trails to follow and clean kills. If they get an 8-pointer or above, may they sing Your praises before hanging it from a tree in their backyard.

Amen.
*doing the sign of the cross*
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

I really need to get my honey a deer lease so he can go forth and earn his Indian name "Great White Hunter."

On a side note, did you read about this guy who killed a buck with his bare hands? I mean, damn, what a man, but Army of Dad said he could do the same thing. Only he'd make it easier and shoot the damn thing. I agree.

Stuff Portrait Friday - down under style

Random and Odd gave us the assignment this week titled Down There. So, here we go.

Nov. 4th - Down There?
Your Door Mat
Your Rug/s
Your Favorite Socks

I don't really have a door mat these days. This is the best I have. It is a little throw rug thing in the front room by the door. At Christmas, I have really cute doormats.

This is my favorite rug. It is a beautiful oriental rug my mother gave me. Cost more than I'd ever pay for a rug. Looks good, don't you think, with the spongebob beanbag and the riding toy. Oh, and I love the toy boxcutter for atmosphere.

Now, my favorite socks I can handle. My plain old white socks that I have about two dozen pairs of and pretty much wear every day. My fun Elmo socks and then my ultimate favorite penguin socks. I have a pair of those in green, too.

Go forth and play.

11.03.2005

Mama's not sad anymore

Those were the words uttered by my sweet baby girl when she woke up from her nap this afternoon. Apparently, I didn't do a very good job of hiding my tears. I thought she was sleeping and would miss them, but obviously not. Mama is still sad, but I'm not sobbing any more.

One of the dearest women who influenced me in my endeavors to be a writer lost her mother today. She has known most of the week that her mother would die and she was at peace knowing that her mother's suffering was coming to an end. But, now she has to cope with the loss of the woman who gave her life.

I'm so sad for her. I'm also sad for me. I'm starting to face the mortality that will eventually rob me of my mother. Another good friend lost her mom earlier this spring. My mom has been complaining of almost constant stomach pain that keeps her from eating more than she needs to survive. She has dropped 12 pounds in the past three weeks or so. She went to the doctor and go no answers or even suggestions. So I called and raised hell with the doctor and they discovered a severe kidney infection and they're sending her in for a catscan (I think) on Monday. I'm hoping we have some answers. She's had cancer before and after the stroke this summer, she is weaker than she has been as long as I can remember. I know it is only a matter of time before I won't have her in my life and I fear that so much. The death of Ms. B's mom only brings it closer to home.

And, no, mama isn't crying any more Little One, but I wouldn't say she isn't sad anymore.

11.02.2005

Attention thrillseekers

Just when I thought it was boring to go to the Grand Canyon, here comes a Grand Canyon Skywalk. I thought it was fake until I snopesed it and it is TRUE!!!

Those little towers are to give you a scale as to how high this thing will be. Can you flipping believe it ? Gorram!

The $30 million all-glass Skywalk will hover 4,000 feet above the Colorado River over a rim of the Grand Canyon, allowing tourists to stroll on an 80-yard walk around a semicircular platform jutting beyond the canyon rim, surrounded by Plexiglas that will provide a spectacular view of the canyon floor directly below. Construction began March of 2004 and is estimated to be completed by early 2006. In May 2005, the final test was conducted and the stucture passed engineering requirements by 400 percent, enabling it to withstand the weight of 71 fully loaded Boeing 747 airplanes (more that 71 million pounds). The bridge will be able to sustain winds in excess of 100 miles per hour from 8 different directions, as well as an 8.0 magnitude earthquake within 50 miles. More than one million pounds of steel will go into the construction of the Grand Canyon Skywalk. The Skywalk's opening is planned for early 2006, the attraction being part of a new Grand Canyon West resort on the Hualapai reservation at the western edge of the park, about 120 miles from Las Vegas.

Ok, did I mention that you couldn't drug me heavily enough to get me on that thing? You couldn't pay me enough either.

Trick or Treat, part 2

Many thanks to Uzz for these shots.

The unbridled joy of chocolate! It may be a bit cannibalistic that he was eating M&Ms, but at least he wasn't going around saying "eat me" to people like he did at Stinkebelle's birthday party when he wore the costume before!!!

Being goofy.

An unusual mother-daughter shot. For once, I wasn't behind a camera. Oh wait, I was still behind a camera. I'm actually an M&M tourist for trick-or-treating this year.

Spooky, aren't I? Hey, bite me. Get it? I'm an M&M, bite me ... *ducking thrown items*

Pickle should have used his phaser to zap the zombie, but I don't think he thought of it in time.

Pretty girl is all bundled up and dad is back there in shorts and a windbreaker. Can you say Minnesota boy?
Then, of course, the pre-Trick or Treat shots.

Culte little Minnie Mouse with her "witch watch" that she got at her preschool Halloween party.

Ensign Pickle, set your phaser to stun!!! And, watch out, you'll put an eye out with that thing if you're not careful!

This has got to be one of the funniest group pics ever. I may make this our Christmas card picture. Too funny.

She's a maneater

That was the song they opened the show with last night. The opening act really sucked. I'm sorry if his sister or girlfriend reads this. It was awful. He was just so depressing. Anyway. Hall and Oates was really good. They were energetic and really got the crowd into the show. It was very interactive and they really got everyone involved, but it was so much fun. We were up in the front and I wound up going up to the stage and getting to beebop up there to all my favorites. Daryl Hall still has great hair and is one of the best performers I've ever seen.

I'll try to blog more later about it. Just remember they had $9 beers at Nokia. Unbelievable.

Star trek loss

Michael Piller, best known to television viewers around the world as the executive producer/co-creator of more than 500 hours of Star Trek, lost his long battle with cancer on Tuesday, Nov. 1 at 4:51 AM at his home in Los Angeles. He was 57.

He is survived by his wife Sandra, daughter Brent and son Shawn.

Michael served as creative consultant for Star Trek: Voyager, which he co-created, until the series concluded in May 2001. He also co-created Star Trek: Deep Space Nine and served as executive producer on Star Trek: The Next Generation(1989-1994),Star Trek: Deep Space Nine(1992-1995) and Star Trek: Voyager(1994-1996).

During the 1994-95 television season, Michael also co-created and executive produced the UPN network series Legend. In 1998, he wrote and co-produced Star Trek: Insurrection, the ninth installment in the enormously successful Star Trek feature film franchise for Paramount Pictures. In 1999, Michael partnered with his son Shawn Piller to form Piller2, Inc., a Hollywood-based production company where they developed and produced new television and motion picture properties. The father/son duo are also the co-creators of USA Network’s top-rated cable drama series “The Dead Zone”, and the ABC Family Channel’s “Wildfire.”

Michael, in addition to serving on the Advisory Board for the Department of Communications Studies at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, gave a major grant to his alma mater to help launch a nationally distinctive screen writing program.

With Michael Piller at the helm of Star Trek: The Next Generation,the show became the first syndicated series in the 90’s to receive an Emmy nomination for Outstanding Drama. Star Trek: Deep Space Nine continued the success of the franchise during its seven seasons on the air. Star Trek: Voyager also was met with huge success.An Emmy Award-winning journalist, Michael began his broadcasting career with CBS News in New York. He subsequently served as managing editor of the WBTV-TV News in Charlotte, North Carolina, and assistant news director at WBBM-TV, the CBS affiliate in Chicago. His first position in entertainment television was as a censor in the CBS docudrama unit. Piller then spent two years as a programming executive before leaving CBS to write full-time. Michael’s credits as a writer-producer include the series Simon & Simon, Cagney & Lacey, Miami Vice, Probe, and Hard Time on Planet Earth. In addition, he co-created and executive produced the syndicated series Group One Medical.

11.01.2005

Too funny

Seldom do I have laugh out loud blog reads, but in between writing about corporate real estate and school construction, I slipped over to Just an Army Wife and cracked up at the While I was sleeping post.

I laughed so hard ... go have a good giggle.

Tonigh, tonight, tonight

Hot damn, it's tonight!!!

Going to see Hall and Oates at Nokia Live to relive days gone by. My mom and I both LOVED Hall and Oates when I was a kid, so this will be fun for us to go to together tonight. This will be something I will treasure getting to do with her.

A friend of mine's mom is dying. It may be today or tomorrow, but she will pass soon. This is part of the last update I received:
My sister and I talked with Mother this morning and told her we will miss her, but it's okay for her to go. We talked about people she loves who've already made that journey. We talked with her about how much we love her. She could still sort of squeeze a hand with her right hand, and we choose to believe she tried to say she loves us -- she moved her mouth.

Please add MB to your prayers. I try not to take for granted the times I have with my mom. The times I can talk to her, spend time with her and go have fun with her. I know it won't be forever. So, I'm really looking forward to tonight.