Wednesday, November 30, 2005 

Freedom Is An Unencumbered Leg

Woohoo!!!! I saw my orthopedist today, and now I've gone from this...


It feels so weird to be out and about again walking sans cast. I'm having to relearn how to walk all over again. Nonetheless I am very happy to be able to get back to some semblance of normalcy. I can't wait to drive my own car again (it's a stick shift)! Woohoo! [Many thanks to my hedgeHog for coordinating the use of her car these past five weeks. Smooch!]

Sunday, November 27, 2005 

Thanksgiving Conversation

Mom's boyfriend: My son David recently found a good-paying job at a great company - Halliburton.

Mom: He works with computers. He used to be a Criminal Justice major.

Me: Now he just works for a bunch of criminals.

Friday, November 25, 2005 

Bed Head Extraordinaire

With a belly full of wonderful vegetarian Thanksgiving leftovers, I guess I'm ready to embarrass myself with LunaDyke's photo of my bed head from the Durham Hilton. My mom must have put something in those deviled eggs...

Tuesday, November 22, 2005 

The True Evil

Pat Robertson caught showing his true nature by flashing the Sign Of The Beast.

Monday, November 21, 2005 

Self-Castration - Have A Ball!

Now, why can't they all do this?

Rugby Fan Can't Explain Self-Mutilation


We've Come A Long Way, Baby

Equal marriage rights may be a long time in coming, but we are obviously making headway in other areas. LunaDyke and I stopped in at a AAA office to pick up some maps while we were in Durham, and totally unsolicited one of the AAA reps asked if we travelled much and said that he could set us up on an Olivia Cruise if we were interested. It's not every day that that happens. I mean, how much more mainstream can you get than to be offered a couple's cruise package at an every day travel agency like AAA?

I should have messed with his head and asked him what an Olivia Cruise was, and then when he answered I could have replied, "What makes you think we would want to go on a cruise with a bunch of lesbians?!"

Sunday, November 20, 2005 

Like A Piig Out Of Mud

LunaDyke and I have been spending an extended weekend in Durham, NC. We usually save money when travelling by staying at cheaper hotels like Days or Comfort Inns, but we decided to treat ourselves well and are staying at a Hilton. I must say that on our first morning when I needed to get some change at the front desk, I felt a bit like a Piig out of mud hobbling on my crutch in overalls and a baseball cap (to cover my scary bed head) amid all the business women and men in their suits wheeling and dealing and drinking overpriced Starbucks lattes in the lobby. But hey, I'd much rather be sleeping in late and stumbling sleepily through a hotel lobby, schedule free, than type-A-ing it through another work day.

Thursday, November 17, 2005 

Waging War On Clothes?

I love grammar cops. And sarcastic wit.

I found this posted to a bulletin board on campus. One would like to think that a college student would have the sense to at least use Spell Check on a flier they're going to post all over campus - especially when they include their name and phone number (which I kindly removed before posting here). Alas, I guess I expect too much.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005 

Silly Piig

I owe an apology to anyone who has read my blog recently and has made comments. Especially guesses to the picture quiz. Days went by and I was very sad that it seemed no one was interested in my posts, especially the picture quiz which is usually very popular. I was relating this to LunaDyke last night when she told me that she had posted a comment, but it hadn't appeared on my blog. Sure enough, I had been messing around with my template and settings and had set the comments to be moderated without realizing it. *sigh* I miss my old blog location. The Word Press template and settings were a lot easier for me to work with, being someone who had never worked with HTML coding before last year. Not that HTML had anything to do with the comment blunder. That was just me getting used to Blogger the hard way. :p

So anyway, if anyone is still interested in guessing at this point I will post the picture quiz solution tomorrow morning. There's a small hint in the quiz comments.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005 

If I Had A Rocket Launcher.......

I fucking hate my next-door neighbors. Fucking hate them. Thinking that hate is too strong a word or emotion? Think again. These assholes have given me reason after reason to hate them. The latest one being finding one of their dogs dead in my front yard this morning. Dead because the assholes daily allow their three one-year-old pit bulls to run unattended in their unfenced yard. They often dart briefly into the street while playing with one another. Which is what happened this morning, and much to Mimi's detriment a school bus just happened to be barreling down the street at the exact moment she crossed for the second time.

I'm finding it hard to feel my sorrow at the loss of this sweet dog because of my rage at her "caretakers." They have a long history of animal abuse. From the scars on one of the dogs, it appears that they use her as a "bait" dog for pit bull fighting. They are forever screaming at the dogs, who are extremely well behaved for one-year-olds, and slapping them as punishment for normal dog behavior like running into our yard to play with our dog when they see her come out of the house. And we think that they are breeding one of them to add more puppies to their dog fighting ring. Once I'm absolutely positive that the dog is pregnant, I'm reporting them to our local Animal Control office. They have no business housing pets of any kind. They recently let their two rabbits loose into the neighborhood because they "couldn't afford to keep them." There's no sign of the white rabbit, but we spot the black one in our yard from time to time. We've tried catching her, but to no avail. I'm a bit limited in my ability to catch anything right now with this cast on my leg.

And to illustrate how animal abuse is often indicative of domestic violence, one of the many people who live in the house screamed at his distraught daughter this morning when she wanted to comfort her dying dog. I guess people have differing ideas of what children should be allowed to see when it comes to death, but the little girl already knew that Mimi was severely injured. Why not use the situation to teach her about loss and grieving and comforting a dying companion animal? Whatever you believe, screaming at a distraught child is cruel. And the cruelty doesn't stop there. All of the women and children in that house are screamed at and at least one that I know of was punched in the eye by one of the men in the house.

I just wish I could snap my fingers and make all of them vanish. My partner and I have fantasies of secreting their dogs away in the middle of the night when they're out unattended. We've tried making friendly suggestions of how they might try disciplining their dogs with positive reinforcement, but of course they ignore us. I really hate people sometimes.

Friday, November 11, 2005 

The Semi-Regular Picture Quiz

Okay, it has been a little slow around here. Let's kick things into gear with The Semi-Regular Picture Quiz. How about it? Any guesses?

Wednesday, November 09, 2005 

How Scary Are You?

There's no denying it. I'm a big ol' marshmallow.

You Are Not Scary
Everyone loves you. Isn't that sweet?

Tuesday, November 08, 2005 

A Little Humor For Election Day

Someone, or a group of someones, has been planting these nifty little flags in dog poop at public parks around Germany. This fitting and clever protest of Dubya has been going on for the last year and a half.

Monday, November 07, 2005 

Pull That Lever, Push That Button, Punch That Card

Don't forget on Tuesday......

Wednesday, November 02, 2005 

Yet Another Reason The Current Administration Is Not To Be Trusted

Pentagon Official: Top al Qaeda Operative Escaped

How convenient for the United States Army.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005 

Concrete and Barbed Wire

Mental Note: Never again wear an underwire bra while walking with crutches. Ow!

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