***Deep Thoughts, By Jack Handy***

Sometimes, I think that I would be better off dead. No, wait, not me, you.

If you ever catch on fire try to avoid looking in the mirror, because I bet that would really throw you into a panic.

Children need encouragement. If a kid gets an answer right, tell him it was a lucky guess. That way, he gets a good, lucky feeling.

It takes abig man to cry. It takes an even bigger man to laugh at that man.

I think in one of my past lives, I was a mighty king, because I like people to do what I say.

I saw on this nature show the male elk douses himself in urine to smell sweeter to the opposite sex. What a coincidence!

On this day in 1966, The Monkees T.V. show premiered. Some people out there may think that this is no big deal. Consider this- without Davy Jones, where would Axl Rose have learned his cool dance moves? Don't believe me? Check out the clips below.

Guns N Roses 'Sweet Child O Mine'

The Monkees - Daydream Believer

Ponderings........

Today, mostly because Iam uninspired, I am posting some interesting (?) little known facts.
Taphephobia - is the fear of being buried alive.

Clinophobia - is the fear of beds

Cat urine glows in the dark under a black light.
The longest recorded flight of a chicken is 13 seconds.....

Yup, that's all I got. It's Sunday, and everyone is home, even KK. Hubby and I are making lasagne today, the kids have been waiting months for this. Must go now, lots to do.

Updates..September 8

Uncle Ned came by today. He was the contractor that Hubby worked for when he was at the haunted asylum. I asked him what happened to the place. His answer was this. The owner stiffed him for 60 grand and work was never completed. It still sits empty to this day.
Those of you who have been reading my stuff since the beginning know that since our move, we have stove-less. We have been bbq-ing like mad, and I am sick to death of weenies, burgers, and bbq chicken. All of that changed today with the arrival of our new Kenmore stove. Brand spanking new, we had to cut it out of the box. It was a gift from Uncle Ned and his wife, Mary. This is my brothers, uncle, mind you. How awesome are Ned and Mary?
No one has ever done anything like this for us before, and I don't know what to say...Thank you just doesn't seem like enough. Maybe a nice casserole, or a cheesecake?

Help!!

This is Ruby. She is the cutest little puppy ever. She has brought new life into our home and into our 'grandma' dog, Porkchop. We all simply adore this dog. There's only one problem: Ruby is a brat. This is hard for me to admitt...No one ever wants their baby to be spoiled.
The truth is this. I need help. I have had many dogs in my 37 years. I have never had a dog as smart, or as bad as Ruby. She is in to everything. She has toys, whole toy box full, but she still wants the toilet paper, our shoes, our socks, my bra (can't believe I just wrote that..I am trying to be brutally honest), the toilet brush, you name it. As I am writing this, Ruby has somehow managed to wrap herself in two plastic bags. She's wearing them like mismatched rain coats and running through the house. The puppy training isn't going so well, either. I know all of the tricks, but I just can't get her to go outside. We can sit out with her for an hour, when we come in, she goes on the floor. ( It might just be me, but I swear, she smiles as she does it ) She bolts out of the house when the door is opened, and has almost been hit by a car. Twice.
SIGH. Help! I am appealing to my friends for advice. I'll take any.
I have to go. I can hear Ruby in the bathtub...........

I Need A Life

I was told recently that blogging is a "waste of time" and people who blog need to "get a life."
I was hurt by this statement at first. See, I'm a bi-polar, depressed, anxiety ridden, OCD-ing mess. I am, and I am still coming to terms with it. Blogging has really helped me. I share my opinions, stories, triumphs and sadness with people from around the world. I have blog buddies in Michigan, the U.K.,New York,British Columbia, Texas, Ireland....all over, really. Blogging has opened the world up to me. I now have daily contact with people that I would otherwise never know.
I am writing again,too. Writing was my 1st love, my passion. I used to fill notebooks, diarys, and any scrap paper I could find with short stories, and musings. For a long time, there was none of that. I had forgotten how to express myself.
That has all been changing. While I still stuggle daily with my depression, I am beginning to feel good about myself. I look forward to reading everyone's lateast blog, and revel in the amazing photographs that my pals are posting. I'm laughing at their jokes, crying with their sadness, and sharing their joy.
After the shock began to fade at such a hurtful statement, I began to realise something. This person, the negative nay- sayer that put down my efforts ( and those of my friends ), is himself, unhappy. How else could someone that claims to love me say something so negative about something so positive?
I was too shocked to respond to the whole 'get a life' statement. Hubby, however, was not. His reply was simple.
" When was the last time anyone cared about YOUR opinion"?
I didn't need to say anything else. To all of my blog buddies out there ( and you know who you are ), thanks for caring.

Summer

Summer is coming to an end. It fills me with a kind of meloncholy... I love having my girls home with me. I always have. When all of the other parents were filled with dread, I was the one secretly jumping for joy. I love having my kids here. Late night movies, soap opera afternoons, and impromptu trips to the shopping mall are how we spend our summers.
It hasn't always been like this. When they were younger it was trips to the swimming pool, and lazy afternoons playing with Barbie and friends.
I'm going to miss my vine covered front porch, the glorious Morning Glory that has taken over in an inferno of colour. I'll miss my girls ( and the borrowed Boy ) jumping through the sprinkler on the front lawn, or throwing a protesting Porckchop and Ruby in the inflatable pool. ( Not wads of meat, the dog, Porky ).




This photo was taken just as the Morning Glory was overtaking the house. We now blues, purples, reds, and pristine white flowers all over the house.

The winters are so desolate. What is there to look forward to? Slush? Wet boots? The bleak, isolating darkness?

I guess that there's snowmen, and sledding...Christmas, and a fresh coating of snow to cover yesterdays mistakes. Oh yeah.....And the holidays!!!

P.S. The naked guy? Keanu Reeves. He just makes me smile..

Sesame Street - A loaf of bread...

I remember! This one is for Dilling

Sesame Street - Daddy Dear

Dilling- do you remember this one? I don't know what happened today, but it made me cry...Maybe I missed my Daddy? That' the way it is with me..up and down.

One Of Those Days

Today is one of those days. My bi-polar is in full swing, with my depression going full blast. There's no reason for it, that's just how it goes. I was watching a Sesame Street clip and started crying ( again ).
So, I'm posting some of my favourite videos in an attempt to cheer myself up. I don't expect anyone to watch them all, but maybe someone will find something in the pile that doesn't completely offend their sensibilities...Maybe. Enjoy

Spoons Old Emotions

I love the spoons. Always have. I met them about 20 years ago in Halifax....What a weekend that was...

I'm Your Man - Wham!

El DeBarge with DeBarge - Rhythm of the Night

I still know all othe words to this...Sad.

Aretha Franklin - Free-Way of Love !!!!

This is another favourite.....Who doesn't love Aretha?

JUMP -- Van Halen

Who can feel sad listening to this?

Walk this Way - Run-DMC and Aerosmith

This one reminds me of Heather..

Cherish - Kool & the Gang

Ah..Makes me think of Blaine. This was 'our' song. Still think of him when I hear it. He's married now with about 5 kids last I heard..

How Will I Know - Whitney Houston

I was living in Dartmouth when this song was huge. Everytime I hear it I'm back in my Mums basement watching videos with Shane And Blaine.