Transfixed

I've been watching all day. I turned it on as soon as i woke, got up and hurried to make coffee. I watched the ceremony and was moved to tears by Teddy Jr's. eloquent speech and by Patrick's too- wearing his heart on his sleeve. And President Obama's speech was wonderful of course, as well. But I especially loved whe the grandkids got up to speak (quoting him) and continuing his cause for healthcare reform.

I did not know that the funeral would be televised too. And here i sit again.

So, so very sad. an end of an era.


It was almost hard listening to his letter to the pope as the sky grew dark with just the occasional lightening flash lighting up the sky - as if orchestrated. It was so dark all you could see were shadowy figures. And at the end when the grandchildren went to the casket to say they're goodbyes, someone had set up lights. I would have preferred for it to just end in the dark they way it was; it seemed unnecessary to illuminate those final moments.

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This weeks theme: surprise

Joke Friday

Three Italian nuns die and go to heaven. At the Pearly Gates, they are met by St. Peter. He says, 'Sisters, you all led such exemplary lives that the Lord is granting you six months to go back to earth and be anyone you wish to be.

The first nun says, 'I want to be Sophia Loren;' And *poof* she's gone.
The second says, 'I want to be Madonna and *poof* she's gone.
The third says, 'I want to be Sara Pipalini..'
St. Peter looks perplexed. 'Who?' he asks? 'Sara Pipalini,' replies the nun.
St. Peter shakes his head and says, 'I'm sorry, but that name just doesn't ring a bell.'
The nun then takes a newspaper out of her habit and hands it to St. Peter .

St. Peter reads the paper and starts laughing. He hands it back to her and says,
'No sister, the paper says it was the ' Sahara Pipeline' that was laid by 1,400 men in 6 months.'

Edward Kennedy

I found it sad today when i saw that
Ted Kennedy had died. Hopefully this will not be bad news for the upcoming Health Care Reform vote. I'm hoping that Gov. Duval will be able to appoint an interim Democrat at this most crucial time in history and that with a little bit of luck and maybe even a miracle we can get this thing done.

we've got a little problem...

So, I've been avoiding this, not wanting to think about it, but last week I decided to glance at site meter (something that i used to do quite regularly - when i was obsessed with how many and who came here; then i guess i lost interest, didn't care, knew my small following and was satisfied/happy with them- you!

So there i was perusing who'd been on my site when i notice - someone from my town on for 78 mins. !! and it dawned on me, i'm blocked (my computer up here in den/computer room) - it must be my son - on the laptop downstairs! OMG!! what has he read that he shouldn't have?? my tasteless jokes? my rants and raves, my secrets!

so the next day i calmly called him in here and asked him, "so how did you like my blog?"

He knew he was caught and asked how i knew. I explained bout the sitemeter thing. Then i told him that it was like reading my diary. he said, i let you read my facebook. and i said, yea onece and then you blocked me.

i told him it was an invasion of privacy and i told him not to do it anymore.
So am i to believe that he won't? out of respect? out of knowing he'll get caught? or will he figure out a way around it?

and what do i do now? start one of those private, have to sign in blogs? be careful about what i post? which seems to defeat the purpose.

so what do i do??

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This weeks theme: ripple

Joke Friday

A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich behind him. The waitress asks them for their orders.

The man says, 'A hamburger, fries and a coke,' and turns to the ostrich, 'What's yours?'

'I'll have the same,' says the ostrich.

A short time later the waitress returns with the order 'That will be $9.40 please,' and the man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact change for payment.

The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man says, 'A hamburger, fries and a coke.'

The ostrich says, 'I'll have the same.'

Again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with exact change.

This becomes routine until the two enter again. 'The usual?' asks the waitress.

'No, this is Friday night, so I will have a steak, baked potato and a salad,' says the man.

'Same,' says the ostrich.

Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, 'That will be $32.62.'

Once again the man pulls the exact change out of his pocket and places it on the table.

The waitress cannot hold back her curiosity any longer. 'Excuse me, sir. How do you manage to always come up with the exact change in your pocket every time?'

'Well,' says the man, 'several years ago I was cleaning the attic and found an old lamp. When I rubbed it, a Genie appeared and offered me two wishes. My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would always be there.'


'That's brilliant!' says the waitress. 'Most people would ask for a million dollars or something, but you'll always be as rich as you want for as long as you live!'

'That's right. Whether it's a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact money is always there,' says the man..

The waitress asks, 'What's with the ostrich?'


The man sighs, pauses and answers, 'My second wish was for a tall chick with a big ass and long legs who agrees with everything I say.'

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This weeks theme: artificial

Joke Friday

A mother is driving her little girl to her friend's house for a play date.

' Mommy ,' the little girl asks, 'how old are you?'

'Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age,' the mother replied.
'It's not polite.'

'OK', the little girl says,
'How much do you weigh?'

'Now really,' the mother says,
'those are personal questions and are really none of your business.'

Undaunted, the little girl asks, 'Why did you and Daddy get a divorce?'

'That's enough questions, young lady! Honestly!'

The exasperated mother walks away as the two friends begin to play.


'My Mom won't tell me anything about her,' the little girl says to her friend.

'Well,' says the friend,
'all you need to do is look at her driver's license.
It's like a report card, it has everything on it.'

Later that night the little girl says to her mother,
'I know how old you are. You are 32.'

The mother is surprised and asks,
'How did you find that out?

'I also know that you weigh 130 pounds.'

The mother is past surprised and shocked now.
'How in Heaven's name did you find that out?'

'And,' the little girl says triumphantly,
'I know why you and daddy got a divorce.'

'Oh really?' the mother asks. 'Why?'



'Because you got an F in sex.'

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This weeks theme: low

Joke Friday

I was in the pub yesterday when I suddenly realized I desperately needed to fart. The music was really, really loud, so I timed my farts with the beat.

After a couple of songs, I started to feel better. I finished my pint and noticed that everybody was staring at me.

Then I suddenly remembered that I was listening to my iPod.

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This weeks theme: entertainment

Funk

I was working on a list of excuses why i haven't been blogging:

vaca or lack of
mulch
dog hit by car
too humid
this upstairs guest bedrm/den/computer room too damn hot to be in
uninspired/ i got nothing
sad/depressed (what else is new - go take your prozac woman). do i have to add schizophrenia now too?

and then everytime i came to my blog to get to your blogs i'd see those rocks and think:
my blog is on the rocks
my marriage is on the rocks
my teenager hates me one minute and thinks i'm funny/kinda cool briefly(very occasionally).
i hate my job
our pets heads are falling off (from dumb & dumber) nevermind
so excuses and guilt aside i think the one word title of this alleged post sums it up pretty good.
Now i wonder how many hits i will get from search engines thinking i typed in a slightly different word.

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This weeks theme: rocks

Sabbatical

Subtitle: I've lost that loving feeling.

Since this has been looking like an abandoned blog of late, I thought I would offer some sort of explanation (excuse)- i never did figure out how to do those clever dash throughs.
Well, first there was the mulching - i finally broke down and had some delivered after it finally stopped raining for 40 days and 40 nites. I hate mulch - i hate paying for it and i hate spreading it! and i still haven't finished spreading it!
Then there was just the doldrums i seemed to be in - why?? lack of summer weather - haven't even been to the beach yet this year! And still no plans for my vacation which starts tomorrow afternoon. Tho i've already had us to Las Vegas and the Grand Canyon and the Outer Banks in NC. When i found out it was 110 in Vegas and possibly Arizona too, not to mention the cost of the trip - i reconsidered. Then the 14 hr. drive to NC started weighing me down and the threat of more crazy weather in the East. So coming full circle in true RDL fashion we were back to our backyard- well the Cape - just a bit down the road a piece. Then came the brainstorm to finally get the wood floors refinished that are badly in need of it. I actually found a place that would rent to dog owners - it looked like a cute little beachy apt. over the garage in Wellfleet - a beautiful part of the Cape. The boys prefer mid cape and the resort place with pools and things to actually do. Just when we had settled on that plan, my dog got hit by a car(UPS truck) today! he's ok(scrapes) but suddenly the plan started unraveling. My brother-in-law finally got in touch and won't be available to dog sit the whole week. The weather appears to be continuing on it's non-summer like course so i am not disappointed at all that the plan fell thru. why pay $$ to stay at a place not as nice as mine(albeit the pool/resort atmosphere) in bad weather. So day/wkend trips it'll be then. Anybody got a place to rent?

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This weeks theme: pink

Joke Friday

Two church members were going door to door, and
knocked on the door of a woman who was not happy to
see them. She told them in no uncertain terms that she
did not want to hear their message, and slammed the
door in their faces.

To her surprise, however, the door did not close and, in
fact, bounced back open. She tried again, really put her
back into it, and slammed the door again with the same
result -- the door bounced back open.

Convinced these rude young people were sticking their
foot in the door, she reared back to give it a slam that
would teach them a lesson, when one of them said,
"Ma'am, before you do that again you need to move your
cat."

Wordless Wednesday

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This weeks theme: Flags

Eight minus Jon or Kate

Ok I succumbed and watched them make a spectacle of themselves(oh yeah that's what they always do).
I called a friend to chat and she said she had to go cause her family wanted to watch "Jon & Kate +, so I joked, "ok tell them they've reached a new low".
I never really followed it (not a big fan of reality tv anyway) but the few times I caught some of it channel surfing - i always thought "that guy looks miserable - detached". So it was not much of a surprise to me when there was trouble in river city or PA.

So I hung up and decided to watch. I thought it was depressing (cept for the cute kids in their new play houses) and very repetitive. I kept wondering why they kept repeating things- to emphasize or fill the hour? I think those repeats should've been on the clipping floor/edited out not repeated.

I guess now it really is reality tv.
Personally I got some news of the same last night from someone in my family. They(the parents) also are going to move in & out and let the kid stay in the house and not have to shuttle between 2 houses. And another family member just split (separate abodes) last month. It seems to be becoming the norm. Ozzie & Harriet and The Cleavers seem like a hundred years ago now- oh it almost was!