R.I.P Katies Paddle Ball.

Yuck

I'm a little upset right now. The rule is: Don't blog when you are emotional. So, OK, fine, I won't this time. Well, maybe just a little bit. The funny part is that I dont' even think she realized how hurtful what she said was to me. I know I should have said something right then....just nailed her to the wall, but I think I will just wait until she does it again and then blow her boat out of the water. Maybe I am just hormonal. We'll see if I feel differently in a few days. I doubt it.

Michelle sent me some lotto cards for my birthday. I got lucky and won big. $2 is better than nothing. I think I will save half of it and buy some gum with the other half.. I know, I know, I'm a big spender. 

Look what I found on my front porch today. The return address label was from: S.O. B. Lincoln, NE 68509. Hmmm, S.O.B.? Does that stand for Son of a Bitch? Any ideas? Lets see what is inside.  

Hmmmmm....Who knew you could send ballons in the mail. I thought it was a gas and that was a big no-no. What a nice suprise. The card was not signed......hmmmm, who could have sent me this package? I'm sure it is someone with connections at the USPS. 

LOL....This picture cracks me up. I gave Tooches (underneath) and Twitters (with his rump in the air) this kitty bed a couple of months ago. I think by the looks of it, I should have bought them two. They'd still end up in one though. How the heck could that be comfy? HOW? LOL! It's almost like Twitters is standing on his head. Tooches has a rather sizable belly under there somewhere. JEZ they are CUTE! Big thanks to Raine for sending me this picture.  

Remember TV dinners in the aluminum trays? They were a fun treat. This was not my favorite choice, it was just the picture that I came across. I use to save the deserts for last, especially if it was the cherry crumb stuff. The potatoes were always kind of gross unless you put the gravy from your Salisbury steak on them. I was never a gravy person but it covered up the fake taste. The veggies you ate because they were probably healthy for you and your Mom made you or she said she would stop buying TV dinners. You didn't want that to happen because that meant the next time she was gone or at work and you had to fend for yourself, you would be eating grilled cheese or something you actually had to keep an eye on. TV dinners were great because you could set the timer and watch cartoons until the bell went off. Ah, the good old days!
 

Your Birthday...

Your Birthdate: May 7

Born on the 7th day of month gives you a tendency to be something of a perfectionist and makes you more individualistic in many ways. Your mind is good at deep mental analysis and complicated reasoning. You are very psychic and sensitive, and you should usually follow your hunches. You may not take orders too well, so you may want to work alone or in a situation where you can be the boss. This birthday gives a tendency to be somewhat self-centered and a little stubborn.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

New stuff

I added some fun new stuff. Check out my side bar and you will find a quick poll, a voting quiz, guest map marker and a calendar that you can add dates to. Click on them and check them out. Once again, I will state for the record that I know SHANNON...has been reading my site and not leaving comments. You are so busted! You know what to do.

Didn't sleep well last night...

YES, I was another victim of the nasty allergy season. I was up, on and off, due to a stuffy head and louder snoring than normal. Not a pleasant way to spend the evening...Snoring myself awake. BLAH! I'm a little cranky and I have to snap out of it so I can enjoy my morning at the dentist. This should be the last day I have to visit that office until November for my 6 month cleaning. How happy does that make me? Anyway, I have to be going now...lots to do and no energy to do it....you know what that means. It's going to take me a few more minutes than normal to get everything done. First on my list is to send Jeremys 21st b-day card and to write a quick note in Keith and Edna's 65th anniversary card. They have to me in the mail TODAY...so they get there by the 5th. Oh, hell, I know they will be late....thanks to the USPS.

Growing like weeds...

I was picking up Sam from baseball practice and noticed a ton of dandelions growing near the parking area. Just seeing those warm yellow blossoms made me chuckle. It brought to mind a silly thing that we use to do to people not in the "know." You held a dandelion up to their face and said some kind of silly little saying that I can't remember right now, then you quickly rubbed the dandelion on their cheek. The result was a nice dark yellow streak on their face. Did that saying have something to do with liking butter? Hmmmm, I really can't remember. I am sure I will think of it when I least expect it but for now it is driving me crazy.

We also use to make wreaths to wear as a crown. That was when we didn't equate dandelions with weeds. We just thought they were pretty flowers. Remember picking them for your Mother or the neighbor lady and feeling like you just did the nicest thing in the world? I also loved when they started to go to seed. You had to pick the white fluffy dandelion and manage to get it to your lips before any of the fluff started to blow away in the wind. The wish wasn't any good if you had fluff blowing away before you made your wish and blew the seeds all over your yard and your neighbors too. Hey, it insured that you would be able to pick more pretty yellow "flowers" in the future. To tell you the truth, I still like blowing those wishes all over the neighbor hood if I get the chance. I just try to do it in someone elses neighborhood.

OK, in their defense, dandelions are not really weeds. They are wild vegetables. According to the USDA, dandelions are more nutritious than broccoli and spinach. They may taste bitter, but if harvested and cooked correctly, they can be delisious. All parts of the dandelion are useable. The leaves for greens, the blossoms for wines and jelly, and the roots for coffee. It has been said that they are also medically helpful: as a diuretic, to cut fat, to reduce fat, for kidney stones, cancer, diabetes, to cleanse the blood, for weight reduction, for vision, for your skin and acne, for bowel function, to lower blood pressure and serum cholesterol, and for anemia. In Mythology, Hectate fed Theseus dandelions for 30 days so he would become powerful enough to defeat the Minotaur. See, its powerful stuff.

Interesting huh. I'll stop buy and make some wishes so you and your neighbors can enjoy the lovely veggies too.

Katie Leach was in the musical "Hello Dolly" a few weeks ago. She is pictured above as part of the horse. Believe it or not, she is the horses head, yes head. I won't tell you what she thought that head smelled like or what she thought she found inside it. The Horse did several cute little numbers though....very cute.

It's that time of the year! Yes, I woke up this morning completely stuffed. Its that darn tree pollen and of course the trees are either all budded out or blooming. I love spring, just not the runny eyes and nose that comes along with it. I'd still rather have a case of the sniffs than a driveway to shovel. By the way, nice picture, don't you think. I took it the other day on the good old digital camera. I love that thing.

After attending Slava's Snow Show at the Union Square Theatre in NYC tonight, the preformers threw out HUGE balloon balls and snow on the crowd. We had a great time and the best part was when one of the green clowns pulled Sam's jacket off over his head. He had been trying to cover his head to keep from getting wet during intermission. To check it out or buy tickets: http://www.snowshowusa.com

Yes, yes indeed...

We had a Slava's Snow Show night, people. Yep, Sam and I took in a show and I think we had a great time. He laughed a lot, clapped a lot, got a little wet, windblown, and even got some spider web stuck in his mouth. Sam had his jacket pulled off and got knocked back into his chair by a huge balloon ball. It was funnnnnnn. Yep, F, U, N, fun. Go see it.

Oooopsie! My finger just slipped and the next thing I knew Jeans picture was posted on my site. I know Jean said not to post a picture of her on here....but it couldn't be helped. Seriously! No, seriously, my finger just slipped. Who knew that computer keys could be so tricky. 

According to Matt....

Yep, My pal Matt, has announced that I don't have enough boob shots on my site. Huh! Well, I guess since I don't have any boob shots on my site, his statement is correct. Now, personally, I don't think I need boob shots on my site at all. Matt needs to make up his own site and dedicate it to breasts, yep, nothing but breasts. However, I will post on my second "dirty" site, a link, just for Matt. So, Matt, click on "censored for your protection" then click on the "Ewwww" entry to check out a nifty neat picture on someone elses site. That is as close as I'm going to get to boobs on my site.

What a waste of paper

I have started and abandoned more journals and diaries than I care admitting to. I buy them (or get them as gifts)with the intention of writing in them at least once a week. I usually last a month, sometimes just a few weeks. I know it doesn't have anything to do with me having a boring life. I have my slow times, but on the whole I'm always up to something. I've been trying to figure out what it is about writing down my thoughts and daily activities that seems to leave me in the dust. I know it's not because I don't have things to write. My mind is always going. I've actually been told I think to much. I guess that could be true.

I have very clear memories and remember things most people would simply forget. Sure, I forget all the things I should remember, but I don't have any control over that. So, why is it so difficult for me to keep a journal. Perhaps the reason is simple. I remember what I need to. Who says I have to remember what I was thinking on August 25th. Who cares if I started to gag at the dentists office when they were taking full x-rays. The molars always get me. My mouth may run all the time, but it sure isn't big enough for that x-ray card. Perhaps it is more important that when I least expect it, something will trigger my memory and I get a little surprise. You know, something that wasn't forgotten but filed away in my brain. Isn't that better than flipping through a book? Plus, if its not written down, it can't be used against me in a court of law. Ah ha! That is right, you will have to prove it.

OK, seriously, I don't have a problem typing my crazy thoughts online. Maybe I just need the world to see all of my pathetic grammar and spelling issues. Everyone knows I don't edit my sites. I type it, I post it, and I ignore what normal people do between those two steps. I just "getter done." (Don't ask) Anywhozits....its time for bed. Stay tuned for more of my dyslexic blabbing. I live to make English teachers cringe.

Up to no good....

Yep, I was looking through my photo albums and I found some fun stuff.

If I can figure out how to get the scanner to save again, I will be posting some nifty pictures on here. Yep, nifty indeed.

Are you scared yet? If not, maybe you should be.

Don't worry Mom, you are safe for now. I know better than to piss you off...but that doesn't mean I won't .......MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!

Katies Instant messages with friends....they scare me.

This is a conversation that Katie had with a friend while I was sitting in the office, waiting to go shopping for her Mom's birthday present. I think I must be getting old....lol. I never had a prono movie in the works when I was in high school? Is it just me or is that not normal. LOL, Awwww, KATIE!

Katies1sexymofo: slut
xkissmeimirishx7: yumm
Katies1sexymofo: penis?
xkissmeimirishx7: yummier?
Katies1sexymofo: whats goin on G-String?
xkissmeimirishx7: hahah nothing much Sex Mcsexerson
Katies1sexymofo: hahaha I love you sex jelly jar
xkissmeimirishx7: wooo! as i love you ..in my pants
Katies1sexymofo: sweeeet... Handcuffs
xkissmeimirishx7: and a little S&M...lets make it a real party ;-)
Katies1sexymofo: oh baby
xkissmeimirishx7: oh silly nancy...DO IT AGAIN
Katies1sexymofo: BRILLIANT... You are soo talented
Katies1sexymofo: you are going to be in all of my porn movies
Katies1sexymofo: :-D
xkissmeimirishx7: o0o0o not going to lie...i'm intregued
Katies1sexymofo: sweeet... I need more character in my silly nancy porno
xkissmeimirishx7: who do we have so far?
Katies1sexymofo: you, the hand, the mailman
Katies1sexymofo: thats it
Katies1sexymofo: malewoman
Katies1sexymofo: hahaha
xkissmeimirishx7: hmm...

Our sweet little Stevie passed away earlier this week. We are not sure how old he was when he passed. He lived at the Leach home for 10 years after being found outside, dirty and exhausted with 3 cats waiting to pounce. Steve had been with us for a year when this picture was taken. He enjoyed sitting in my bedroom window and singing my whistle back to me. As far as birds go, he was the top of the nest. He will be missed.  

"You're never too old to do goofey stuff."

--Ward Cleaver

Postcards

I just love postcards. I love everything about them. I like buying them, sending them, receiving them, and looking at the postcards that are sent to other people. You know if you go to antique stores you will run across old postcards that were sent many years ago when they still taught proper penmanship in schools. Even though you know the owner is no where to be found and in all reality, had probably met his/her maker, it still feels like snooping when you flip the card and read what was written on the other side.

I think when someone takes a trip and they take the time to send you a postcard, well, its a wonderful thing. I save the postcards that are sent to me, not including the birthday postcards the dentist sends out. I never throw out the destination postcards I get. Postcards are like a little piece of history and my collection is MY history. The next time you are on vacation, send me your postcard and if its special enough, maybe I will post it on my site.

Why not, I hear people have lived to tell their tales! Let me find an insurance plan that covers such "accidents".  

Every morning I wake up to find a bunch of crap on front porch. I stood on the porch three days in a row and couldn't figure out where it was coming from. I clean it up and its back the next morning. Today I finally caught a glimps of what was going on.