Sunday Snippets

We had the most wonderful dinner yesterday, white bean soup and Crab Louis. Oh my goodness it was sumptuous. I have a new cookbook/lifestyle book by Julia Reed, Ham Biscuits, Hostess Gowns, and Other Southern Specialties. She writes as much about the food and she made me hungry as heck for the crab. And many other things, good food inspiration for the coming month. But damn, lump crab is crazy expensive.

Do you remember the piece of shit iPod I had in China that would never work right and only had a couple songs to play? For some reason it is now in my family room and playing Beach Boy songs I do not remember downloading, ever.

My roof is fixed and we will know if this is done properly as it is raining again today.

Yesterday I had Big Daddy take out the storms and put in the screens. It was heaven. In the past he always opened the windows way too early and I froze my ass off. This year I was napping in bliss and he was chilly. Some of the outdoor furniture is out and the umbrella is up and still looks pretty damn good.

Lastly, another Sammy dog story. I was rubbing Sammy's belly and I found a bump. Now it is my position that bumps on a dog be taken care of by someone other than myself as I am always afraid they are a tick. I do not live in a tick area and have never had a dog with a tick here. It seems to reason that it would be a tick. Well, BD checked and he said it is not a tick. It is in an area where Sammy constantly licks himself and BD thinks it something from the licking, like an ingrown hair. Last night while I was rubbing the exact opposite side from the bump I found another bump. I think Sammy has licked himself a set of nipples.

Sammy is going to get his teeth cleaned tomorrow so he can also get a nipple check.

Some Things Change and Some Things Don't

Dealerships are being shut down today. Some are family owned businesses that supported a couple of generations with middle class lifestyles. Not yachts and moats like out British kin, but sand boxes and side walks. Oh well, as long as Obama is happy. Maybe Obama will buy us all an IPod and some DVD's that we can use in our tent cities, where I am sure we will have solar and wind power.

Don't want to piss off my UAW friends-but ya know we are gonna have all the best spots first in tent city. Look for swamp.

Big Daddy is networking, resuming, and telling his head-hunter peeps anything is good now. No more I would like to live in a real apartment. Tent City is fine.

And now our best cartoon, Nancy Pelosi, is saying Bush buffaloed her. She did not understand? Once again I must state we need to take those pearls and put them on a normal person. I vote for me. If I don't win can we auction them off and buy port-a-pottys for tent city?

Let me tell you a story . . .

This is what I am reduced to, we need a story. I can't stomach the stories, so you make up the stories and I will stand there and smile. And I won't respond to emails because I am not going to put my name on this information. We are going to hell in a hand basket and I mean a plain, cheap, non-designer hand basket. I love cliches.

And if I can't tell you story then there is no hope for humanity, cuz I can tell the best stories in the world. And the only thing the customer wants to hear is "my problem is going to go away". Guess not going away with the ease of the past. And you don't get any golf balls anymore.

Funny of the day has to be the rumor that Obama gave the Queen an IPod. You got to be kidding me. Brown gets DVDs and the Queen gets an Ipod.

Dude, what about hand crafted quilts from Kentucky, jewelry from the southwest, Abita beer from New Orleans, Zatarain's, maybe even some Starbucks? What is wrong with you, this is the US of A and you are dissin us.