Dead in a Dumpster

I live in a quiet neighborhood - or at least I thought I did. This morning while dining at 'The Dirty Dog Cafe', I overheard a conversation. A rather disturbing conversation about a dead body being found in a dumpster. I immediately thought about the three year old missing from Orlando. I hurried out to purchase the paper.
I found the article small and hidden in a corner of the paper. I read the address - hold on - wait a minute!!!! That's just too close to my address. In fact, it's about four blocks from my home. No reasons or motives were given about the body of an 18 year old young man found dead in a dumpster almost in my backyard.
About a month ago several miles from my home an elderly couple was killed in the early AM. Funny thing is perhaps a half an hour before that murder my dog went on a barking rampage. He is not one to bark at the wind although he will bark at squirrels. I am thankful for my pain in the tush dog at this point in time. I feel he is a safety net. But if one intends to rob a home they will also not think twice about shooting a dog.
I wonder if there is any place that is safe from violence and crime? Probably not. More 'Beware of Dog' sign will go up around my home.

The Rainbow Bridge

There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called The Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of The Rainbow Bridge there is a land of meadows, hills, and valleys with lush green grass. When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather. The old and frail are made young again. Those who are maimed are made whole again.
They play all day with each other. There is only one thing missing. They are not with there special person who loved them on Earth. So, each day they run and play until the day comes when one suddenly stops playing and looks up! The nose twitches! The eyes are staring! And this one suddenly runs from the group! You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet, you take him or her in your arms and embrace. Your face is kissed again and again and again, and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet. Then you cross The Rainbow Bridger together, never again to be separated.


Author - Unknown

Mary had a Little Lamb

I had forgotten the dynamics and the importance of tasks, rules and duties in an elementary school. For instance the power one has when they are the Line Leader or the Door Holder. Children wield this power with the finesse similar to the Donald - except that their hairstyles are much more better.
Following the rules in elementary school can be difficult and tedious. Sit, stand, be quiet, pay attention - like who can do that all the time. I have difficulty sitting still for short periods of time. And my attention span is gone like hurricane Ike. We demand these rules be followed and reprimand is top priority if they are broken. I agree we all have rules to follow but - but - but!!!!!!!

Walking single file, no slacking, no loitering, following the yellow lines, no budging - the list goes on and on. It seems like imagination and creativity have no place in the halls, in the bathrooms or the lunchroom. OMG - the lunch room. What did you say? Can't hear you.
I personally like what Mary did. She broke the rules and took her lamb to school. Unfortunately today breaking the rules include bringing weapons to school - yes, in elementary school.
There is laughter, joy and fun in elementary schools and that's what it's all about. Learning the ways of the world, practicing our social skills and knowing how and when to break the rules - without getting caught.

Buy American

I've climbed up on my soapbox. It's not very high because I am a little clumsy and uncoordinated. So I take precautions when climbing.
Products from China - again they are poisoning us and our children. Are they on a mission to destroy us? Makes you wonder. Makes me wonder - perhaps because my mind wanders and sees the world on a tilted playing field. Why don't we just stop buying JUNK from China? I don't have anything against China. They did do a nice job on the Olympics - cleaned up all that dirty air for a spell. I wonder what it looks like now?
So if we really want to stop buying harmful products from China we need to produce them ourselves - in this GREAT country. The problem seems to be few manufacturing plants in our country. Well - we need to fix that problem - get our tushes out of the chair (playing too many video games) and get to work. We need to start producing products right here - right now.
I'm sure the pay will be low but it's a job and would surely come with benefits - like insurance. That's another TALLER soapbox to stand on.
Why can't we start producing our own products and employing our people? Let's start being reliant on ourselves. These are my thoughts and I stand by them. Where do you stand?

e-mail hackers

Is nothing safe and secure? Ask Governor Palin. E-mail the sort of entity that can get some people fired or reprimanded has lots its security. Or was the security never in place.
Did it ever have security? Could some fool hack into my e-mail? What would he get? A bunch of jokes and family comments. Hardly the information anyone out there is seeking. Especially all those mass e-mails friends sent that are - 'Send this to 150 people in five minutes or receive 200 years of bad luck. Oh - I despise those'!!!!
But still it feels like a personal invasion to hack into any one's e-mail. A violation of ones private self. We can clone animals, send men to the moon and watch every one's minute waking moment but we can't stop computer hackers.
Be careful of what you write and send to cyber worlds as it may appear on the morning news.

Every Parents Nightmare

I used to be a parent (guess I still am) but now I am also a grandparent. There are many grandparents now raising their grandchildren - I have first hand experience with this.

We have specific rules about what goes on in the house and who can spend the night. So early one morning weren't my husband and I surprised to find a young lady in the kids bedroom. She was dressed appropriately for sleeping as she had on her jammies.

Funny thing is the rule was no females sleeping over and when females are in the room the door stays open. Two infractions here!! The poor girl totally humiliated (she should be ashamed) went fleeing down the sidewalk in her jammies carrying her overnight bag. HHHMMMM. Was this planned?

The kids excuse (he has plenty) was they fell asleep. Good thing she brought her jammies and her overnight bag and parked her car down the street.

We did not speak to her and run after her with weapons. We also had on jammies and what would the neighbors think? So when I read this article I could connect with the parents feelings. I think he went a little too far.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080912/ap_on_fe_st/odd_angry_dad;_ylt=ApNzlX5AXE4xd7s7zLjSQL4uQE4F

Lipstick On a Pig

The comment 'Lipstick on a pig', has taken on a new and hot meaning. He who will not be named (actually there are 2 who made this comment) made this seemingly innocent remark. Was it innocent? We could launch a watermouth gate to find out.

Back to Miss Piggy. Yes, she does wear lipstick but she's not real - to some of us. She does have an annoying personality.

My question is - Has anyone ever tried to put lipstick on a pig? They are tough little buggers to catch. Have you ever watched a pig catching contest?

Why would you want to put lipstick on a pig? Oh that's right it's a metafour? Like in four candidates attacking one another.

Pigs get a bad rap. They are not dirty stinky critters. They are cuddly, cute and do not have a fashion issue. Now this lipstick thing is pushing them over the politically correct edge.

Leave the pig alone - all of them. Oink-oink-snort -snort. Let's put lipstick on elephants and donkeys. You can pretty them up but they are still animals.

I know it's not a pig but it's the closest image I have that resembles a pig. Put a little lipstick on it and call it a pig.

Granite Countertops - Radioactive

I have blah-mundane Formica counter tops in my kitchen and bathrooms. Woe is me. I am okay with these outdated amenities - plus the fact I cannot afford to upgrade. I have to use my excess money to buy gas.
You listen to real estate agents about selling your house or having it buyer ready and they all say -GRANITE. When an agent comes in to asses your home they shake their head in sorrow when they see your old counter tops. "Upgrade", it's their motto. "You can't sell this house with that counter top. "All the home buyers want granite."
Says who? The granite industry. It seems like a HYPE to me. A pricey fad. We are being pressured to conform to someones standards.

Many of the DIY television programs push granite counter tops. Even the bathroom must display the lovely granite. And it is very pretty. The crew of the demolition derby shows just how easy this item can be installed. And the transformation is wonderful. And your pocketbook is near empty.
Why are they pushing granite counter tops on us? Why is my home unsellable with Formica counter tops?
Now someone has thrown a bump in the flawless road to a beautiful kitchen and bath. Radio active material emanating from these lovely counter tops. The war has begun.
I for one will keep my old outdated Formica counter tops. Granite counter tops do not add quality time with me and my family. The family will still hang out in the kitchen with the counter tops covered by dull-drab Formica.

181 miles to South of the Border

My mind bounces like those Mexican jumping beans you buy at South of the Border. South of the Border (on the South Carolina/North Carolina demarcation line) is hailed as the TACKIEST gift shop in the United States. I beg to differ on that biased opinion.
One can watch and read the hilariously el-stupid signs for miles. This task help tremendously with boredumb. And the animation signs are just the cutest things. And who can resist Pedro?
Well, at least their restrooms are clean and their pizzas are hot. And the trinkets and fart cushions are to ROFLMAO.
What can I say? The drive from Florida to New York is gruesome. I really have loved South of the Border since I was a little tyke. My parents would never stop so I indulge myself and my lost childhood dreams. I stop to say - HEY- to Pedro any chance I get.
Let your inner child speak for herself.