While We're On The Subject Of Empty Heads-- Part II

So yesterday was our annual Pub Crawl for the LAOH. Yes, I am extremely hung over. The Old Grey Mare ain't what she used to be, that's for sure.
Anyway, after 25 rum and cokes politics came up. Imagine that! Me, talking politics.
I started talking to a group of people that I've never met before. I don't know who brought them or what their connection was to the LAOH. But they were hands down the most dim-whitted people I've ever met. ALL AT ONE TABLE. Wow.
The girl pictured here, with her 1989 hairdo, ripped t-shirt to show cleavage, (nice flashdance touch) and all the gold. Groovy. She actually said to me "Ewww, your voting for that N****R.
I know, I know,can you believe it? I am so appalled. I really am. I can't believe that in this day and age there are people that will say that out loud. The rest of the people at the special needs table were real proud of her. And told ME I was un-American.
Birds of a feather flock together.
This stupid, stupid woman made me physically sick. My son saw the look of horror on my face and just grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away.
Unbelievable. Just totally unbelievable and in this day and age totally unacceptable.I should have known better than to start talking to someone who was wearing white jeans in November. Really, what was I thinking?

I'm hoping if any of you reading this knows who she is, please forward this to her. I would love for her to know that her secret is out. All of the Internets are hereby notified. This is what stupid white trash looks like......

Late Edition: I just remembered something. While talking to the Mensa's at this table, one of them actually said that he wished Bush could run for a third term. He thinks he's one of our greatest presidents.
I know, I know. When I quit laughing I looked at him strangely and said "Soooo you're one of that 9%. I've never met one of you and often wonder just who the heck these people are that they talk about that view Bush favorably." Now I know. And they certainly are everything I thought they would be.

Here's a group picture of the pub crawl. Except for that small group, everyone else was great fun. The girl in the green to my left is another one in the Mensa group.

I'm going back to bed now. Good night. I feel better now having outed these people as the racist idiots that they are.

While Were On The Subject Of Empty Heads.....

While were on the subject of empty heads, I found athis great blog .Please check it daily because she is writing one post a day until the election.
I swear this woman is me. Maybe I have a split personality and this is my old woman alter ego. You think?
Na, her writing is grammatically correct. I bet she listened to her Sr. Angela in English class. Better yet,maybe she is Sister Angela?

My favorite part of the post:

Well imagine my shock and surprise today when I came across this little item. The latest polls show that only 55% of Americans think that Sarah Palin is not qualified to be President. 55%! FIFTY FIVE PERCENT! This about the woman whose best qualification for the job to date is that she can see Russia from her house. So what exactly does Sarah Palin have to do before the other 45% of this country is shocked enough to realize that she is a “whack job”? Please Lord don’t tell me she has to show her hoo-ha in public.

I want Helen to be an Anger Management Girl! She would so fit right in.

What If They Examine My Head And Find Nothing?

So a few months ago, as some of you may recall, I was hospitalized for a few days. They did tons and tons of tests and figured out that the blood sometimes has a hard time getting to my brain.
George (cousin #2), being the smart ass that he is, says that's because my mouth is always open and it can't get past that. Yeah, he's a smart ass.
Anyway, they have to do one more test tomorrow. I have been putting this test off for a while. It's not the test I'm worried about. It's what I have to do to get ready for the test. I cannot sleep the night before.
Which is now.
I am not allowed to sleep tonight. I have to stay awake using natural means. No caffeine. No drugs. Nothing.
I guess severe lack of sleep puts extreme stress on your brain. They want to see how my brain acts under severe stress.
I don't know why they have to put me through all this. Don't they know that the mere mention of the phrase "Vice President Palin" sends my brain in a tizzy?
So here I sit at 3:49 A.M. pretty damn delirious.
Let me just say that I am one of those people who has weird sleeping patterns. I get up sometimes at 3 or 4am and watch some tv or go on computer and then go back to sleep after a while. But when someone tells me I can't sleep. Well, let me just say I was ready to go to bed a 9:00 tonight.
So how am I passing the time?
I went food shopping around 10:00 tonight.
I figured I'll just cook all night and clean my kitchen.
At about 11:00 I put a turkey in the oven.
Yes, a turkey with stuffing to boot.
Made meatloaf.
Then make chicken with an orange glaze.
So far I burnt the meatloaf, the stuffing was a little burnt. And my kitchen is still a mess. Actually, it's a bigger mess now because I am too tired to clean up.

I did a few loads of laundry.

I'm fading fast.

I figured this would be the toughest part. 4:00 to 7:00 AM. And it is.

How about i just change the subject a little to keep my mind sharp( Yeah, like that would happen)

As I mentioned earlier, I went food shopping tonight. Do you know I paid 4.98 at Giant Eagle for aluminium foil? $4.98!!! It was a little roll. 75 feet. Geeze, I thought that was alot.

You know what's happening here don't you? I starting to babble. When I get tired or nervous, I babble on and on and on. Sorry.

Hmm, who knew the News started at 4:00 am. Certainly not me.

I'm a little tired to go on and on tonight. I am going to leave you with a blog I found that can rant about Winky for me. And she does it in much better English.

Margaret and Helen

Well it's now 5:20 AM. I am watching "Ryan's Hope" on the soap channel. It originally aired in 1976. It's fun if for nothing else than the clothes and the stupid story lines by today's standards.

Two and a half hours to go.

Think I'll make it?????

Were down to the wire people. Hopefully the Winky and Blinky show will be canceled one week from today! Dear Lord, I certainly hope so. For all our sakes.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.la la la la la la la

God, I just love the fall. As I've written here before, it always reminds me of new beginnings. Pretty much every change I made in life with the exception of my kids was in the fall.
When I moved to DC it was in the fall. I can't believe it was 29 years ago. 29 years. I had my whole life in front of me. I remember my first paycheck. Going to Woodward and Lothrup and buying my first designer suit with the whole pay. It was a navy blue Sassoon suit. Boy, I thought I was hot shit. I wore than thing until it fell off my body.

I didn't know what life had in store for me yet. I was so ready for whatever it threw my way. I was thinking it would have thrown me something along the lines of the Mary Tyler Moore Show. Yeah, I was Mary......... For about five minutes.

Anyway--I'm just sitting here in my kitchen. Thinking what to write about this week. Then I remember my June Cleaver phase.
I have two dinners cooking on the stove. The fireplace is on. The dog is passed out in the middle of the floor and the kids are watching the original version of King Kong on TV. They have all the lights off and are laughing there butts off.

I just smiled to myself. I guess I already wrote it.

Sometimes parts of my old June Cleaver life come back to visit every once in a while. If only for a moment.Like a snap shot.Tonight was one of those nights. When I close my eyes, right now I can listen to the old movie coming from the other room. Smell dinner cooking on the stove. Hear my kids laughing. Maybe I can stretch it and pretend like we're just waiting for Dan to come home before we eat dinner. Because the only thing missing is his laughter mingled in with my kids.

Every once in a while my life doesn't seem as fucked up as it really is.
Then reality sets in.
It's fucked up.
It's then I realized I ended up Roseanne!

I think this article that I read today is responsible for this melancholy mood of mine.
Didn't every street have a lady like this. In my childhood it was Mrs. Siebert. In my childrens day it was Mrs. Krinsky and the two old ladies on private Mintwood that actually called me a Pig Shit Irish Bitch. (You think I would at least remembered their names after calling me such a thing)
So to all the Mrs. Sieberts, Mrs. Krinskys and "Wicked Witches of Sherrod St" out there. I only have one thing to say.
Nah-naah-naah-naaah-naaaaaah


Reminds me of my favorite SPUDS song.HEY YOU GET THE HELL OUTTA MY YARD

John McCain Debate Coach Finally Found!

Does anyone else think it's scary that the substance of the Republican Presidential Campaign is taken almost verbatim from a kooky comedy show over 40 years old.

Oh, wait a minute, McCain must think it's a fresh new idea. Wasn't this show popular during the years that he was a POW? You guys did hear that he was a POW, didn't you? I know, that's bad! On a Sunday yet.But I just can't help it.Remember I USED to be a Republican--so that mean, intolerant streak still shows itself from time to time!



Holy Obama Batman! I think the Democrats just might pull this off!

One last thing that is confusing to me. The Republicans and President Bush want to start taking over banks. Now, I have to admit, economics and banking are not my thing(you all have heard stories of my mishaps with money). But isn't that Socialism? Government running the banks?? Is that the ultimate in Socialism. The socialism that Republicans are warning us about if we vote for Obama?
Just askin'.

Joe the Plumber?????

JOE. THE. PLUMBER?????????????WTF???????????
Joe the effin' Plumber.
What's with the Republicans obsession with the Joe's?

Thank God this will be over soon. And hopefully Blinky will just have to settle for that statue of himself somewhere in Washington or Arizona. And Winky will be on a nonstop to Wallisa. Kids in tow.

The Madonna called about three minutes into this debate. Laughing hysterically. She brought up something that I forgot about years ago.

When Devin was about 7 or 8 years old we had to get a new gas pipe installed in front of our house. It kept my boys busy for days and days. They were in their glory watching the men from the gas company dig up our front sidewalk. Me, not so much.

After a few days my husband was sitting on our front porch. One of the worker's asked where his son "Joe" was. Dan said who? He said Joe, your son who's been watching us here all week. Dan told him we didn't have a son named Joe. Our son's names were Devin and Danny.
The man shrugged his shoulders saying that he told him his name was Joe.

So when Devin got home from school that day, we asked him if he knew why they would have thought his name was Joe. He looked up at Dan and said it was he who told them his name was Joe. He wanted to be Joe because Joe was a working man's name. And he wanted them to think he was a working man. Devin was not a working mans name, he informed his father.
My husband almost fell off his chair.
Devin was Joe the Working Man for quite a while. Not as long as Danny was Peter Venkman, but that's a whole other story.

A few weeks later we went to The Madonna's for Easter. Devin made friends with the kids across the street. He introduced himself as Joe the working man. But it didn't last long, especially when he realized that if your a working man, you actually have to work!

The following summer, we went back to DC and when one of the neighbors asked for Joe. Devin got all indignant. He said he is not Joe, he is Devin. And why are these kids calling him Joe. We laughed, asking him how the hell were they supposed to know. For months he was telling them his name was Joe and now he's suddenly Devin.

That's my Devin from Heaven. What a sweetheart.

This story has nothing to do with anything, I just thought it was funny. Just like this goofy reference to Joe the Plumber is funny and silly. I have a feeling Joe the Plumber won't help John McCain and his bid for the Presidency anymore than Joe the Working Man helped the guys in that hole in front of my house. Just be prepared. That poor plumber will be splattered over Fox News for the next three weeks.

I originally wanted to write this nice story about how October 16 is not only my birthday, but it's also my nephew Jeffrey Andrew David's (the rock star)birthday.
This is his 30th birthday. He was born on my 21st birthday. God,does that makes me old? It was also the same night John Paul II was made Pope. (Big day all around)
1978. Seems like lifetimes ago. I guess it was, now that I think about it.

I wrote a nice post last night about the night he was born. He was the best birthday present that I ever received. I was getting tired and my palm hit the wrong key and it erased everything.
So sorry Jeff, this isn't what I intended to write. Happy 30th Birthday sweet boy. You are finally older than Grammy! How can that be?

This is a picture of my birthday cake from the people at work. Can you believe them? Joanna had to convince them at the store that it wasn't a hoax and she will really pick the cake up.

Too Funny.
We will continue on with Birthday-Rama tonight.
And I am warning you all. NO PLUMBER JOKES. I already received two calls.
It's my Birthday. Be nice.

An afterthought: "Joe the Plumber" is making $250.000 a year? Really? As a regular plumber? Apparently he's single girls! Only one catch, you probably would have to move to Ohio. Ouch, Barb.