There may be more to learn

by climbing the same mountain a hundred times

than by climbing a hundred different mountains.

~Richard Nelson

In honor of Jim Leach...Mr Golf, I dedicate this Diet Plum-A-Granate Snapple Ice Tea "Real Fact"

Another Survery Thingamabob

These are supposedly 25 questions that no one would ever think to ask:

o1. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what's the first thing you look at? My eyes.
o2. How much cash do you have on you? $325.00
o3. What's a word that rhymes with "TEST"?: Pest
o4. Favorite plant?: Hydrangea
o5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?: Dave
o6. What is your main ring tone on your phone? Clowns
o7. What shirt are you wearing?: a red Tommy Hilfiger shier with white paint on it and little holes from when I climbed over a chain link fence....DON"T ASK.
o8. Do you "label" yourself, or could you? There are no labels that could even begin to describe me.
o9. Name brand of your shoes currently wearing? none...I'm barefoot.
1o. Bright or Dark Room?: Dark room
11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? She cracks me up.
12. Ever "spilled the beans"?: I had a friend that had that game and we played it all the time.
13. What were you doing at midnight last night? sleeping, of course
14. What did your last text message you received on your cell phone say? You are hot...via Miss Katie Leach
15. Do you ever click on "Pop Ups" or Banners?: NO...I hate those things
16. What's a saying that you say a lot?: let's cha-cha!
17. Who told you they loved you last? Sherry
18. Last furry thing you touched?: Christopher's bloodhound
19. How many hours a week do you work? that depends.
2o. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?: none - I have a digital camera -
21. Favorite age you have been so far?: Five...it rocked
22. Your worst enemy?: I don't have an enemy... atleast not that I am aware of.
23. What is your current desktop picture? A grassy hill
24. What was the last thing you said to someone?: Good night, dirty....talk to you tomorrow.
25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to change a major regret?: A million bucks, please, I don't have any regrets that I loose any sleep over.

Holy Cow!

Some people are serious about winning that unusual thing that I found. I've got some good entries. I will have to put some real thought into it. The funny part is that you guys have no idea what it could be....and still you are gunning for it. You are brave folk, indeed.

School has begun!

I've gotten more done this morning than I have on a single day all summer. It feels so good to get the year rolling and get so much taken care of or set up. I just love it. I've got to run out in a bit. I have a bunch of places to take care of business. I'm very excited to see how Sam's first day went today. I almost scheduled his dentist appt for today but I figured he'd get pissed if he came home, thinking he could veg and had to go out to get his teeth cleaned. Yeah, that wouldn't have gone over well...AT ALL. He is going to have to help me with the grill anyway. I can fix it but I need help holding the top...its heavy...while I put the pins back in. Gotta run. Lots to do before 3 PM.

A borrowed piece

I found this on a site and I was given permission to put it on my site. I really liked it. Check out Celeste's site . She has a Kitty that looks an awful lot like Twitters. I think he has been sneaking out and taking the red-eye to Canada again.

Who am I?
( an original by Celeste.)

Who am I
to rest in the soft cradle of sorrow
amongst the truely hurt, sick, and suffering?
How can I,
Blessed by love and beauty
count myself worthy to grieve
for my non-existant loss?
What right have I
to partake of in the sweet release
of tears streaming from my eyes?
I am an imposter in their midst.
My pain is false.
I have no real wounds
That make me worthy of the healing balms
of sympathy and comfort.
Who am I but a pretentender of discontent?
I must end this charade
No longer be sad and perpetuate pain.
I will be the one to teach myself
how to laugh again.

Can you raed tihs? Olny srmat poelpe can.

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer are in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt

I feel the need...the need to mail....

I feel the need to mail something unusual that I found to someone. So, the person who emails me with the best reason I should mail it to them....wins. Be creative. Don't forget to give me your mailing address.

In honor of Kim, a fellow blogger and CSI addict. Anyone interested in joining the intervention...e-mail me.

General lame overused expressions for which the user ought to be slain..by George Carlin:

(I must admit, I have used a few of these suckers. OK, a LOT! - Nett)

• From the git-go
• It works for me.
• You gotta love it.
• Go get'em tiger!
• Sounds like a plan
• You know the drill.
• Get with the program.
• Take no prisoners.
• None of the above
• Up close and personal
• The whole nine yards
• May be hazardous to your health
• The Rodney Dangerfield of...
• Cut to the chase.
• Deal with it.
• Clean up your act.
• Bottom line
• Wannabe
• Been there, done that.
• Fifteen minutes of fame
• Joined at the hip
• Flavor of the month
• It's not over till it's over.
• Don't try this at home.
• Easy for you to say.
• Seperated at birth.
• I'm mad as hell and , ect.
• Just when you thought it was safe...
• Humungous
• In your face
• Lean and mean
• Check it out.
• Doesn't take a rocket scientist
• Do a number
• Couch potato
• What's wrong with this picture
• Or what?
• Born again
• Trash talk
• I love it!
• Go ballistic
• In your dreams
• I hate when that happens.
• Don't give up your day job.
• Tough act to follow
• No brainer
• Street smart
• I mean that in the nicest way.
• No biggie
• Tell us how you really feel.
• That's why he gets the big bucks.

The funniest Spam comment so far...

I was blog surfing and found comment by a SPAMMER on some chicks site. How creative. Atleast he didn't plug his site right away.

Read on:

Anonymous said...
DRIVING Two elderly women were out driving in a large car - both could barely see over the dashboard. As they were cruising along, they came to an intersection. The stoplight was red, but they just went on through. The woman in the passenger seat thought to herself "I must be losing it. I could have sworn we just went through a red light." After a few more minutes, they came to another intersection and the light was red again. Again, they went right through. The woman in the passenger seat was almost sure that the light had been red but was really concerned that she was losing it. She was getting nervous. At the next intersection,sure enough, the light was red and they went on through. So, she turned to the other woman and said, "Mildred, did you know that we just ran through three red lights in a row? You could have killed us both!" Mildred turned to her and said, "Oh, crap, am I driving?" MORE FROM landscape lawn

See what I mean. Dumb but better than the usual crap they post. Plus...Mildred reminds me of my Mother...lol

A word from the site administrator...

Uncle John knew how to accesorize long before the Queer Eye team hit the scene

That's my Grandma Martha....looking spiffy in her bright outfit. Keep out of her way...she has the fastest walker in the Nebraska. Get in her way and she will run you over. Yep, that is Grandma. 

My family...JESH!

It turns out that my family thinks I am too happy....too jolly, always laughing about something...always kidding around. WHAT THE!?! Do they want me depressed and sad all the time? I know my sister told me years ago that I was "so f%#$ing jolly', that it "made her sick!" OK then....lovely. I have my off days, my sad days, my screw the world days, but most of the time I am in a good mood. I said to my Mother, "It's not like I am hurting anyone by being a happy person." Her reply... "Well, my ribs hurt." I make her laugh too much. So I was trying to sound sad on the phone so they would be a little happier. They said I sounded like Eyeore. LOVELY! I'm related to a bunch of nuts. Sigh, I think it is their fault that I am so happy. Let's face it...they are way to easy to pick on and I'm way to happy to get the job done.

A forward that I liked...

LIFE IS SHORT AND FRIENDS ARE FEW (A different perspective)

One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son ona trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"
"It was great, Dad."
"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.
"Oh yeah," said the son.
"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.
The son answered: "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. WE have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us,they have friends to protect them." The boy's father was speechless.
Then his son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are." Perspective is a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have. Appreciate every single thing you have -Especially your friends!

Amen!

Oh man, you made the list....uh oh!

Ok, Mister! You are so lucky you are a Daddy...or I would personally kick your ass for not calling me when you were on LI tonight. Seriously Mike! I would have driven up to the lot to see you, even if you only had 10 minutes to visit. AUGH! Just wait....just you wait! I will get ahold of you sooner or later. I will! I tried calling you...but you didn't pick up your cell...then again, who knows if it was the right #...I made Cindy call your Mom and Aunt Louise thought it was the right # but didn't want to get up and look. Aunt Louise! People, people, people....please!

I love this country.

but him....ewwwww, no.

Hey, I never voted for him...

twice, none the less.

I watch my countdown clock

and wait...oh how I wait!

Tisha's scar 8 days after surgery...I know...ewwww! It makes my legs hurt just looking at it.

Jez...that girl can talk...

almost more than I can. LOL, Cindy had a little issue and wanted some advice so she called me. I listened to her story and then told her what I would do....which is what she wanted to do in the first place but she just needed to hear it in words from someone else. Her friend told her to do the opposite ...lol, I was like the little angel on her shoulder and her friend was the little devil....I know, funny, huh! Anyway I think she choose the right path and she feels good about it. Life is good. She put this quote on her site...which I really liked, "A friend listens to our words, but hears our heart"

On a lighter note, a quote from Cindy, who said, "Nothing pisses me off more that a dog shitting on a pile of clean laundry." Yes, yes indeed....especially if you hate doing laundry as much as Cindy does.

Hmmmmmm....

I've been thinking about something, tossing it around in my head. I've been weighing things out, putting the pros and cons on a mental list . It's funny how you do that when you have been hit by some low blows. There is nothing like shining the light on something to make things much clearer. Now what do you do with that gained knowledge? That my friends, is the real question at hand.

You know, when you send me a scanned page of your scrapbook (so I can see what the guy you are seeing looks like) and it includes other photos...perhaps you should be more careful which photos are on the page. MWAHAHAHA...this picture made me crack up. Mike and Cindy are my cousins....and by the size of those drinks and the looks on their faces....they had had quite a few of them. Where the hell was I and why wasn't I invited? Oh, and that hip on the upper right belongs to Cindy's latest romantic interest. Lets' wish her luck. Perhaps we will have to convince her to bring him to Christmas at my parents.....lol, that could be interesting. Hey...wait a minute....Mike wasn't even legal drinking age then! He was 19 in 1990....if it was after August 13th. Yeah, when you are a year younger than me...I'll do the math sooner or later. Don't even try to feed me the virgin drink crap...I know better!

A friend of mine told me this sweet little story about feathers. They say when you are out for a walk...just doing your normal everyday things...when you see a feather, you should pick it up. I asked why. She said, that feathers are gifts from those that love us and are not able to be with us because they have moved on from this life. They have the birdies leave feathers with their wishes for us. She said, at times when you need the most support, you will see feathers everywhere. I though she was just being nutty. I am outside all the time and I really never see feathers. So, today as I am walking to the mailbox (which is a house away) and going out to read by the bay in the backyard, I find 5 feathers. FIVE~Different feathers...different sizes. How odd. Is it just because I was more inclined to look for them or like she explained....they knew I needed a little support. Either way, I have decided I like it. I''m going to keep a jar of the feathers I find by my silver jewlery boxes....as a daily reminder that love never dies. It lives on...for us, it lives on.

The nicest thing I have heard online in 4 days...

• redbudgirl0 (9/2/2005 5:49:03 PM): Chin up and remember this if u do not blog I may die from withdrawl. So help me Please.

Thank you Cindy...I can't have you croaking on me. I kinda like you. Guess I'll keep you around. You always make me smile.

Welcome to the world, little one...

A baby girl was born into this world today.

Stephanie Koehler Russell
born on Sept 2, 2005 at 12:19 PM
She weights in at 6 lbs 14 oz, 19 1/4 in

Mom and baby are doing well. I'm sure Meredith and Hayden are as excited as their Auntie Nett.

I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE A GIRL! I JUST KNEW IT!

Isn't it a grand day to have a baby?!

Auntie Nett is waiting patiently....when, oh when, will that baby arrive? I woke up this morning and the sunshine was streaming in my window, I streached out the cramps and had a bowl of Raisin Bran...yummy...my hair has big beautiful curls today instead of the fuzzy, flat crap I usually have. Yes, today is going to be a lovely day for me. In my state of glory, I realize that the front page of the paper today was heartbreaking. I know we are all putting our southern neighbors in our prayers. I wish I lived closer....I'd make that drive and give them my 3 day weekend, instead, I sent out my check and added an extra prayer to my daily routine. It just doesn't seem like enough, does it.