Have y'all seen or heard of this Google copyright issue? Gosh golly gee wiz I hope it's not true cause that would so suck.
One more thing, of course you all already know this (on the news this morning) Some credit card companies are adjusting the amount of your credit limit based on, get this shit, where you shop and use your credit card. Reasoning and how they figure it is because some of the people that shop at certain stores and use other credit cards or the same one as you are not paying their bills or maybe they have been late. What a bunch of crapola. Why it was just yesterday that a persons credit rating was based on the way they payed their own bills and NOT how someone else paid.
gotta go; now I really gotta go
January 28, 2009
January 25, 2009
Out The Back Door
Well here y’all go my story of a snake out my back door… IF you don’t want to hear about snakes and their come-uppings do not finish reading this post.
Tral-la-la lovely cool morning. I was still in my robe, but necked under, umm. I think I’ll go out for a cup of coffee and a cigarette on the patio (I used to smoke--been a quitter for several years now) cause I didn’t smoke in the house. La-tea-da, oh sorry this is the part you have to picture…la-tea-da turn the door knob push open the door and step through. Something fell and brushed my shoulder before it hit the patio. Humm most likely a stick, back yard full of trees ya know. Take a couple of steps, glace behind be to see. SNAKE! Yikes, well I did say more than that, but you would have to forgive my French so instead use your imagination. And remember this thing fell and slid down my shoulder! Mind you the back door was still open but now there was a snake between me and the door and I was barefooted and almost in the nude.
I ran out the gate to the front of the house, got the hidden key, went to the garage and got a shovel—a really big shovel. Out the front and back around to the backyard, well to the gate anyway. Then I carefully walked in the yard and slowly approached the patio. I was searching and looking to make sure the nasty snake was where I had left it. Thank goodness it was kinda cool, they move slow when they are cold.
There it laid that venomous horrid thing. I crept up, very nervous because I had never done this before you know what I mean, KILLED. I swung my shovel and brought it down hard on the snake, but not hard enough. Eww, I had to strike again before it flopped away. This time I put all my weight and furry behind it, sparks flew when the metal head of the shovel meet the concrete. Full contact and success was mine, I scooped it over to the side and found my cigarette and had a well deserved smoke, then went in the house—yes the back door had been open all that time.
For about 3 years I had a hard time going out my back door. I would turn the knob and toss open the door, pause for several seconds before I went out. And now I have the front door issue, but that too shall pass. My Texas buddy Karen of TSSO says that may have been a Corn Snake and not a copperhead and I suppose it may have been cause that is better snake Right? As if there is a better snake.
My next snake story will be of the First time I came across snakes at our home. Do y'all have any idea how hard it is for me to dredge up these old pull out my hair kind of stories. I just hope you enjoy them.
Why, why, why am I plagued with finding snakes???
Tral-la-la lovely cool morning. I was still in my robe, but necked under, umm. I think I’ll go out for a cup of coffee and a cigarette on the patio (I used to smoke--been a quitter for several years now) cause I didn’t smoke in the house. La-tea-da, oh sorry this is the part you have to picture…la-tea-da turn the door knob push open the door and step through. Something fell and brushed my shoulder before it hit the patio. Humm most likely a stick, back yard full of trees ya know. Take a couple of steps, glace behind be to see. SNAKE! Yikes, well I did say more than that, but you would have to forgive my French so instead use your imagination. And remember this thing fell and slid down my shoulder! Mind you the back door was still open but now there was a snake between me and the door and I was barefooted and almost in the nude.
I ran out the gate to the front of the house, got the hidden key, went to the garage and got a shovel—a really big shovel. Out the front and back around to the backyard, well to the gate anyway. Then I carefully walked in the yard and slowly approached the patio. I was searching and looking to make sure the nasty snake was where I had left it. Thank goodness it was kinda cool, they move slow when they are cold.
There it laid that venomous horrid thing. I crept up, very nervous because I had never done this before you know what I mean, KILLED. I swung my shovel and brought it down hard on the snake, but not hard enough. Eww, I had to strike again before it flopped away. This time I put all my weight and furry behind it, sparks flew when the metal head of the shovel meet the concrete. Full contact and success was mine, I scooped it over to the side and found my cigarette and had a well deserved smoke, then went in the house—yes the back door had been open all that time.
For about 3 years I had a hard time going out my back door. I would turn the knob and toss open the door, pause for several seconds before I went out. And now I have the front door issue, but that too shall pass. My Texas buddy Karen of TSSO says that may have been a Corn Snake and not a copperhead and I suppose it may have been cause that is better snake Right? As if there is a better snake.
My next snake story will be of the First time I came across snakes at our home. Do y'all have any idea how hard it is for me to dredge up these old pull out my hair kind of stories. I just hope you enjoy them.
Why, why, why am I plagued with finding snakes???
January 20, 2009
Perfecting Perfection
A while back at Six Sentences Ning, Scarlett Rose posted a piece about perfection, that post and my comment there inspired this…
Perfection
A circle within itself
No beginning found, yet
No ending to be had
A concept without description
Meaning one thing to one, yet
Another thing to another
A circle within itself
Having no top, yet
Standing on no bottom
An ideal without question is
An answer sought, yet
Question is not answered
A perfection is of itself
Become a conceptual
Ideal of a perfect concept
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Perfection
A circle within itself
No beginning found, yet
No ending to be had
A concept without description
Meaning one thing to one, yet
Another thing to another
A circle within itself
Having no top, yet
Standing on no bottom
An ideal without question is
An answer sought, yet
Question is not answered
A perfection is of itself
Become a conceptual
Ideal of a perfect concept
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January 15, 2009
An Island
For years I have gone down to Galveston Island annually just to visit the beaches and ride the ferry. I mean how can you live this close to the Gulf of Mexico and not go to the beach at least once a year? Last year in 2008 I didn’t make it. What with the vacation up in NC and there abouts then hurricane Ike. The island did not allow non-residents access for a long time. And so we went for my birthday, the weather was not the best in fact it was very overcast and somewhat sprinkley and coldish. They are rebuilding but there is still a lot of damage. Complete shopping centers are shut down, blue roofs everywhere, piles of rubbish and several lookie-loos like us.
The big fishing pier on the seawall was gone, in fact all the fishing piers and the dikes made of granite boulders were gone-save one. The water was choppy and the tide was coming in, we took a few photos and talked about how it was before. There were trucks where they shouldn’t be. Can you see the pickup truck stuck just past the little red shack on the washed out pier.
The big fishing pier on the seawall was gone, in fact all the fishing piers and the dikes made of granite boulders were gone-save one. The water was choppy and the tide was coming in, we took a few photos and talked about how it was before. There were trucks where they shouldn’t be. Can you see the pickup truck stuck just past the little red shack on the washed out pier.
Over in the Strand district they had a water line mark on the buildings, as we stood at street level the line was probably 14 foot high. Some of the shops were open with a few wares to sell. There was a Civil War reenactment group making a dry run rehearsal for the Dickens on the Strand event that happens in December. The Elissa was open for tours and we had not done that before so we did this time. UTMB (University of Texas Medical Branch) had to shut the doors, the damage was too extensive and thousands of people lost their jobs. Not to mention the ones that lost work because of the closed business.
Boats where they should not be
Boats where they should not be
We took the ferry over to Bolivar Peninsula, it is kinda hard to describe…
Missing houses, subdivisions, people; there are still missing people presumed drown.
Most of what was standing is not habitable and a few were being worked on.
The ride was mostly silent as we were struck by the devastation that is still so evident after Ike.
On a happy note: so far so good on both the PADs (poem/photo a day) challenge
January 10, 2009
Post #100
I should have something momentous to say, but alas I don’t. I will say how much I have enjoyed this blog and all the wonderful people it has enabled me to visit and learn about and to care about. You are all amazing and as eclectic as I could ever hope for.
I feel that I have grown as a poet and I’m even willing to call myself that now because of your encouragement; all of you my virtual friends the ones that don’t have to be nice. Not to discount my beloved. I can hear him now telling me how he backs me up---slowly against the sheets. Oh sorry never mind. Where was I…
This 100th post is dictated to you dear Internet. Thank you for putting up with my lame postings, funny and or smarty panties comments I may have left and will continue to leave you, unless you block me. --BUT DON'T YOU DARE ! --And for my complete what the heck is she trying to say or did she mean by that sh*t post and comments.
I have watched you, stalked you
Annoyed you and pissed you off
Yet you have hung in there,
Well some of you anyway
Enduring my corn-porn LoL-s
And you have taught me things,
Shared tears, laughter, loves and even
Sometimes your secrets with me
I miss those who have gone
Moved on with living in a
Different world, with real people
I have written poems inspired by
You, your words, your mysteries
For you my virtual friends
May the sun always shine of
Rainbows and butterflies
May faith guide you, love hold you
And peace stay in your heart each and
Every time to go Paradise Valley 2…
Hell’s mountain
And Happy Birthday to me lalala
I feel that I have grown as a poet and I’m even willing to call myself that now because of your encouragement; all of you my virtual friends the ones that don’t have to be nice. Not to discount my beloved. I can hear him now telling me how he backs me up---slowly against the sheets. Oh sorry never mind. Where was I…
This 100th post is dictated to you dear Internet. Thank you for putting up with my lame postings, funny and or smarty panties comments I may have left and will continue to leave you, unless you block me. --BUT DON'T YOU DARE ! --And for my complete what the heck is she trying to say or did she mean by that sh*t post and comments.
I have watched you, stalked you
Annoyed you and pissed you off
Yet you have hung in there,
Well some of you anyway
Enduring my corn-porn LoL-s
And you have taught me things,
Shared tears, laughter, loves and even
Sometimes your secrets with me
I miss those who have gone
Moved on with living in a
Different world, with real people
I have written poems inspired by
You, your words, your mysteries
For you my virtual friends
May the sun always shine of
Rainbows and butterflies
May faith guide you, love hold you
And peace stay in your heart each and
Every time to go Paradise Valley 2…
Hell’s mountain
And Happy Birthday to me lalala
January 2, 2009
Time I NEED more Time
I have set some personal goals for myself this year, well more of what I am calling self-challenges. I hope to write a poem a day everyday this year. I have made a “prompt jar” for the days when my muse sleeps in or decides to take a wild vacation. If you would like to add to my prompts, I need about 100 more, please leave your suggestions and ideas in the comments and I’ll be glad to add them. Single words, short phrases, they can be totally off the wall or normal every day things, such as…catsup on the floor…blue-green…sneeze. You get my drift?
I know this is a lot to ask of myself, but to push me even further Sara over here, mentioned this Project365 thing and I though hey that sounds like fun and besides I carry my camera with me all the time everywhere I go. So I’m gonna do it too, take a photo everyday and you will be able to find them over here at
365 Views By Me
Knowing my posting habits, right now I’ll just post a few to several at one time instead of the actual day I take the shot. Mind you they may or may not all be Totally Spectacular Photographs but they will be photos.
I know this is a lot to ask of myself, but to push me even further Sara over here, mentioned this Project365 thing and I though hey that sounds like fun and besides I carry my camera with me all the time everywhere I go. So I’m gonna do it too, take a photo everyday and you will be able to find them over here at
365 Views By Me
Knowing my posting habits, right now I’ll just post a few to several at one time instead of the actual day I take the shot. Mind you they may or may not all be Totally Spectacular Photographs but they will be photos.
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