Saturday, September 8, 2007


1. Twelve percent of Americans say they have never had someone of a different race in their home. Have you had someone of a different race in your home? Have you been in the home of someone of a different race?

Yes. And Yes. In fact I have done more than have them in my home. Yep, you may head to the gutter.

2. When asked if they think gay people are actually born gay (as opposed to “choosing” to be gay, 51% say that homosexuality is something one is born with. Do you agree?

I would say it's a little of both.

3. Given our society’’s obsession with the “pefect body,” the number might be expected to be higher, but 33% of Americans say they’d leave their partner if he or she gained 100 pounds. Would you?

No. He wouldn't leave me so I owe him that much.

4. This question was originally asked only of women, and 54% said they’d prefer to watch the Super Bowl over the Academy Awards. Which would you pick and why?

Neither? I can catch the Super Bowl ads on the net.

5. We hear a lot these days about protecting the institution of marriage. Oddly enough, that phrase is generally used in efforts to prevent people who love each other and want a committed relationship from actually getting married. Fifty percent of Americans say that it would be a good idea to require couples eligible for marriage to undergo marriage counseling before they can walk down the aisle. Is this a good idea or a bad idea?


6. A popular potato chip’s ad slogan says, “Once you pop, you can’t stop.” But 39% of Americans claim that they can stop at just one chip. Are you one of them?

Yep. Usually because they taste nasty.

Long Stretch

This is one long weekend. It's the 4 day stretch of one funeral after another for the 4 crash victims.
Today is the one funeral I had hoped to attend. I knew 3 of the four kids, but today, this child, my son wrestled with. I would trust her to keep an eye on him on and off the mat.

The rumors run rampant in a town this small. You find you are tied in some way to people you didn't know. Snippets of the "truth" come out more and more.
I've heard more about the accident than I really wanted to. Gruesome details. Bravery, coward, blood, guts and gore. Why charges stand the way they do at the moment. One boy who will live with haunting memories for the rest of his life. Probably with a million what if's playing in his mind. And the driver? As it was said at the first memorial, the state will deal with him.

As for me. I'm glad I don't go to Ruth. As it is every time I drive over Fernbridge I think of the boys killed there while I was in high school. My mind too clearly sees the scene as retold by a boy in the crash. Each time I drive over the spot where two friends lost their life and one hung dangerously close to falling over the edge, I say a little prayer or a little hello to those who passed. Because I don't want to forget.
I don't want to forget the 3 young men who died in another crash on that bridge. The one who spent much much time with me as a child. He was drinking and driving and acting stupid behind the wheel. Not too drunk to pass on a blind bridge.
Let the memory remind you to tighten your seat belt.
Let it remind you that drink isn't so important. Ever.
And kiss your babies. You never know when they may not come home.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Re-Review #2

Ok for those looking for the recipe that was YUM-OH. Try the link again.

It shouldn't take you to see a bassinet on craigs list now. And NO that wasn't some veiled message.

If there are any babies in this house they will be of the four legged, tail wagging variety. I have enough puking going on right now with out a newborn.
You know the nice thing about raising your kids. When they get up in the middle of the night... They don't come to your bed, and wake you up by puking on your pillow. You usually wake up to gaging and week moans of "mom" from the bathroom.
Guess what's been happening at our house the last two days?

Monday, September 3, 2007

Review #2 today

So while our choice of entertainment sucked today, our dinner rocked.

I made this meal from Pioneer Woman Cooks

Totally worth it. And fast. Wowzo fast. Blink and it's finished fast. A little garlic bread on the side and YUMMMM!

Hubby and son both gave it a two thumbs up also.

Off to milk test.
Superbad super sucks. I mean... really really SUPER sucks.

3 mid 20's adults behind us got up and walked out. Why? The language and subject matter offended them.

The last 10 minutes were remotely funny. The rest. Offensive. And I cuss at least once every 5 minutes. No plot, bad acting. Sometime the bad language and offensive subject matter can be hidden (ignored) for a good story or plot. This movie had neither. Luckily we didn't go into the movie expecting much, just a few good laughs. We didn't get those either. Oh and.... a few scenes.... borderline teen porn.

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Ouch. Owie.

I hit my head so hard today that it slammed my jaws together, cracking one of my molars. The really crappy part? I have NOTHING to show for my agony other than a cracked and now painful tooth. No lump on my head or bruise to show off. Crap.

My cell has been ringing off the hook the past two days in light of the tragic accident that took the lives of 4 local youth, 3 from my home town alone. One family lost their only daughter. It's all so sad.
As if you needed proof that drinking and driving are a horrible horrible mix, here it is.

Hubby and I started and FINISHED building my new goat feeder between two pens today. I now can move goats around for breeding tomorrow.

I'm on the hunt for something male and oberhasli that I don't have to own. Preferably with a nice shiny star in front of his name. I don't ask for much. Ha.