The Dirty Disher: 5/11/14

Saturday, May 17, 2014

The Used "Liar Liar" (Burn In Hell)

My neighbor was blasting this as I cleared out the veg garden. I have never heard of this band, but, wow! I had to look up the lyrics. HERE they are. Holy shit. I love it. Take that mofo's.

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Hanging from a telephone wire
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Liar, liar, pants on fire
And the pills go down and get you higher baby
Bottles burning, motherfucker
And the mother hates him like the daughter
Lonely god and maker gripping tighter saying

You will burn in hell they say
You will burn in hell

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Liar, liar, stop yourself from catching
Fire fire, god and maker
Liar, liar, pants on fire

Liar, liar, house of fire
And the glass they smashed seemed to ignite
I bet your tummy hurts you, you motherfucker
Mother never loved you, father touched you with the hand of god
He's gripping tighter, saying

You will burn in hell they say
You will burn in hell

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Liar, liar, stop yourself from catching
Fire fire, god and maker
Liar, liar, you fucking liar

You're gonna burn in hell
You're gonna burn in hell, hell, hell, hell

You will burn in hell they say
You will burn in hell
You fucking liar

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Liar, liar, stop yourself from catching
Fire fire, god and maker
Liar, liar, you fucking liar

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Liar, liar, stop yourself from catching
Fire fire, god and maker
Liar, liar, you fucking liar

You fucking liar, liar, liar
You fucking liar, liar, liar
You fucking liar, liar, liar
You fucking liar

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Hanging from a telephone wire
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The freeze is over..today's crap

There's a sad Tomato. All the Tomatoes outside froze. It was a hard freeze. I covered and milk jugged them all, but, they didn't make it. Everyone else lost their planted Tomatoes too, so I was afraid I couldn't get any more in this little town. They sell quickly here. I do have some backup seedlings I put in the house, but, they're so little.

I have today free, no kid. I got up late, but, I still had time to make a quick trip to the greenhouse to try and find replacement plants...but, I didn't count on the old lady. I have begged her to leave me alone on my free day, but, she insisted she needed....wait for it....cat food. I'll haul her ass to the store any day of the week, except my free day, and she knows it. I know that she knows it. Okay, the store, sure, but, quickly and I can still make it to the green house before they close. Sigh. There is no such thing as a quick trip with Tuwella. Nope.

First we stopped at a yard sale, I was in agreement, but, I told her 'quick'. It takes her forever just to get in the car, so I knew better. But, I didn't know what she'd do there. She hollered at me and asked 'Do you like this cabinet?' I said, it's okay, I guess. What do I care what she buys to put in her house. She can't buy that thing and she knows it because there is no way I can get it in my car.

She bought it. She did. She also bought some 6' shelving units and other stuff. WTF? Then she talks this old man there into hauling it for her..for free, of course. She's a pro at free. So we have to go home and wait for this old man and his old buddy to drop this crap off. We waited and waited. I offered to go get the cat food, but, no. She gave me some excuse, but, by then, I know the store trip won't be quick. I gave up and got us some sodas and we sat on the porch, waiting and waiting.

Finally they showed up. That's one of the pieces of crap she bought. It is now sitting on her porch. You know why? Because she bought it for MY house! I kid you not. I wouldn't let them put it in my house, so there it is. I don't know why she bought this thing for me. She could have asked. But, this is what she does. Also, she's always in the way. Get out of my way, Tuwella, you can see I'm trying to take a picture. Geez Louise. She is ALWAYS standing in front of me. Always. She does it when I'm trying to carry in big load of cat food and she pretends she can't hear me saying 'Move, this stuff is heavy, MOVE, please'. All the time. It's so annoying. Same thing here and at any store. So, there she is sweeping the sad thing off with a broom.

There it is. I never would have even looked at this crappy thing. But, there it is. I don't get mad at her anymore for shit like this as long as nothing goes in my house without permission. The damn thing is really solid, it's missing two doors, and beat up to hell. But, it's solid. I may actually do something with it and do a before and after shot. It's got plate racks...I have depression ware put away. Hmm. If it wasn't solid, I'd leave it right there to rot and let her deal with it. But, I can actually play with this thing. She paid five bucks for it. For $5 dollars, I can go crazy with it. She doesn't realize it's junk, she thinks this is fine furniture, just the way it is. Guntown decor.

By the time we got all her shit done, it was too late to go to the greenhouse. But, I'll be GD if there wasn't some Amish dude selling plants out of his truck at the gas station. I pulled in there and got a bunch of really healthy Beefsteak and Sweet 100 Tomatoes and that adorable little yellow and white striped flower. Let me go look at the tag. 'Lemon Slice Cilibarchoa'. Never heard of it. Tag says it likes full sun. Good, I have that. It's really pretty.

So, there ya go. An afternoon with Tuewella is NOT a day off. But, I'll have some maters and I am the proud owner of a piece of shit china cabinet. You're jealous, aren't you? I'm gonna go work in the yard. The Godfather of Guntown is blasting his music, but, right now he's playing Eminem. I can work with that. Uhh oh, the cops just drove by.

Oh, I almost forgot. The good news is that ALL my other plants made it. The Roses look a bit depressed, but, they'll spring back. I'm glad I wrapped and covered them all and didn't take it off until today. The freeze still wasn't over last night. I suspected it wouldn't be. Weird weather here.

It's a girl! For Kendra and Hank

Kendra Wilkinson finally gave birth yesterday. I thought I'd post about it, since I posted on her huge belly and how I didn't understand how she could still walk. Kendra and Hank welcomed a baby girl by C-section. We haven't gotten a name yet, but, she has a big brother, that adorable Hank Junior.

Hank Jr. is one seriously cute kid, I imagine their daughter will look pretty much the same. We'll see. Kendra is a tom boy, so maybe she doesn't care about girly outfits. HERE is where I read about it. They reported that a nurse gave Kendra the bad news that camera crews were not allowed inside the hospital. OMG, how can a reality star give birth with no cameras??!? It's so primitive.

I can't wait to see the baby..aww. And Kendra holding her in a bikini. Congrats, Kendra and Hank.

A mystery solved

It's those GD Turkey Vultures! This takes some explaining. For the last few months I've heard what sounds like a huge...thing...on my roof. My house is tiny, with a little peaked attic. It seriously sounds like a sofa being dropped on my house. I run outside and nothing's there. It has been driving me koo-koo. Because it's NOT paranormal. I have enough paranormal stuff here and you know how you get 'that' feeling? I don't with this. I know it's something explainable, but, for months I couldn't figure it out. I even hired someone to trim big limbs off the hated Mulberry tree, thinking it might be that. But, it happens when there's no wind and now no tree limbs. It's unnerving.

So, this morning, I hear it again, it woke me up. Jebus crimers! It sounded like an explosion. Half pissed, I stumbled, grabbed my stupid cane and hobbled to the door (I don't know about you, but, I have real trouble walking when I first wake up, 'specially if I've slept a long time) and by the time I got outside, nothing. WTF? I looked up and all I saw were some birds in the air. I assumed they were Red Tails.

There's the Red Tail. Oh, that sure is a pretty picture. I found all these on the net. Anyway, the Red Tail Hawk is a very common bird here, probably where you live too. They hunt mice and other small animals, they never bother anyone and they're pretty well liked. We have a nest in the old Walnut in the backyard. So, I just assumed the birds flying above were Red Tails.

See? It's pretty hard to tell when they're so far up in the air. The ones I saw this morning were just dark shapes. Then I remembered reading THIS article in Yahoo News about an invasion of Vultures in a Virginia neighborhood. They were migrating and a protected species. It's interesting and has good pics. But, the people described the noise as a pack of dogs on the roof! It clicked in my brain and I made coffee and sat outside until I saw the birds a little closer.

I was at a BBQ last month at my friends house and I was totally entertained by about 20-30 big birds hunting overhead. I thought they were Hawks too, but, her husband said, 'No, Pat, look for the tail notch.' I squinted, but, couldn't see a notch in the black shapes. I just Googled it. It's a notch to a man, it's chevron to a woman. See the difference? I finally figured out the mystery noise. Turkey Vultures are bigger and uglier than the Vultures in that article. I'm familiar with them on the ground, everyone here is. But, until that BBQ, I'd never seen them in town.

My friend lives in a better neighborhood. The mid-range part of town which is all nice houses, but, not fancy. It's right on the border of what I call Uppity Land. Well, Uppity Land has been invaded by a great band of Turkey Vultures who live in a copse near the high school. Some people are amused by them, some people want to shoot them. But, you wouldn't go firing off guns where the Mayor lives, would you? But, now they've grown in numbers and they're invading Guntown. Here, someone really will shoot them for sport.

It's too bad. They're really cool. They're butt-fuck ugly, as you can see, but, I always liked them. They clean up road kill and just look at you like, so? when you approach on the ground. You can almost touch them before they lazily fly away. And they're big, they aren't knee high..on me, they're crotch high or waist high sometimes. Big fuckers. I never knew how to identify them in the air though. So, I learned something. Only a man would call that a notch..heh. Negative spaces, man, they getcha. I'll betcha they're the ones that have been shitting on my car. I keep blaming it on the poor Hawks. OMG, it's such a huge, ugly, stinky, gooey mess. But, I just park in the other drive now that better weather is here. I know..this is a long post about a big ugly bird. But, the mystery has been solved for me. It was GD Turkey Buzzards...in Guntown! Hey, Buzzards, stop dropping couches on my roof!

ps...check out the feet in that first pic. OMG, feet like Paris Hilton!

Friday, May 16, 2014

A little girl loses her home and family

This is the most heartbreaking story I've seen in ages. A judge gave a 9 year old girl back to her biological father and took her away from the family who had legally adopted her as a baby. All of them got screwed, even the bio dad, but, mostly little Sonya. HERE is the story.

Sonya's bio dad had his parental rights terminated because of some dumb law about felons and kids, when Sonya was just a baby. So, she was released for adoption. She got a great family and dad got jail. But, he had his sentence reduced, so he just passed the deadline for terminating parental rights, so he got her adoption overturned. OMG. Some crazy judge allowed the state to take Sonya away from the only family she had known all these years and send her to Omaha with her bio dad. He's a complete stranger to her. Can you even imagine how scared she is and the pain her parents are in? WTF is wrong with people and judges and social workers...and all of it!?

Bio dad got screwed years ago. His crime didn't involve child abuse or neglect, it was a guns charge! But, it's too late, bio-dad. It's too late now. Send this child back to her family and ask for visitation. How could he do that to his own daughter? OMG, this is going to mess this kid up so bad. Poor Sonya. And her family. And fuck most judges. Why do they always make the wrong call??

Kanye explains the location of the royal wedding

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Kanye says that his wedding to Kim must take place in Italy, because their daughter, North, was conceived amongst Renaissance masterpieces.

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, gawd. Even that baby is giving him the side eye now. Who the fuck does this goofy fucker think he is? I swear this latest Kanye crap had me rolling on the floor. Conceived among Renaissance masterpieces. Fer christ sakes. This will follow North forever. She'll be like, applying for college and someone will say, 'Hey, aren't you that girl who was conceived..' "Yes. Shut up." Poor North.

There is no way Kanye can get his head farther up his own ass.

Rihanna burns a fan, Alexis Carter

Rihanna saw this dress designed to mimic her own winged jumpsuit and tweeted a frowny face. HERE is where I found the story, and more info. Rihanna also threw some more shade about Alexis who was so heartfelt in her mimicry. She just wanted to style like Rihanna, because she loved her. They say imitation is the best form of flattery. Why did Rihanna do that? What did she gain by it? Alexis is only 16 years old. She was already being mocked on the Internet, why did Rihanna have to join in? I mean, no, she didn't name call or anything, but, when a big star you love gives you a frowny icon, I'd think it would be devastating at that age.

So, to Alexis..I put your name in the title because I think you will Google your name and find this. You made that winged outfit yourself and that's pretty creative. It took some work. I think it looks pretty close to the one Rihanna wore and if you're being mocked it's only because of the pose you chose. (The contrast of the fabric and background made an amusing shape.) Did you know Rihanna and stars like her have teams of people who not only style them, they teach them how to pose? Yeah, so ignore the mockery. I know it's hard, but, it will blow over soon. This will eventually become a life event you can look back and laugh at, only unlike most of us, you have photographs. It's pretty cool actually. My point here is, that YOU actually created a gown to wear to prom and you can be proud of that. What did that freekin' Rihanna ever create? In my opinion, she's a studio manufactured star based only on her looks. She doesn't design her clothes, let alone construct them. She has teams of stylists draping her in tons of stuff designers send her for free. Most of the time she walks around half naked and that gets real old. Real old. It's at the the point now where I'm starting to think she might actually be stupid and only has T&A to offer.

So, keep your RiRi gown, forever. It is now part of history. Oh, and you looked really hot in it. Even the mockers can't knock your figure. Most of them wished they looked that good. If Rihanna is so high and mighty that she can be so flippant with a true fan's feeling, she isn't worth your time. You just keep designing and someday Rihanna might want desperately to wear one of YOUR designs. Then you can tell her to go kick cans. I'd tell her that anyway, if it was me. She's not all that. She's an expensive facade and now we know, not even a nice one.

How can you own nothing and still have no place to put it?

Been busy again. The social workers showed up unexpectedly and luckily I was out in the yard working, so I just talked to them out there while leaning on a shovel. I think it's bullshit that they can come here without calling first. It makes me nervous. It would make anyone nervous, because you ARE being judged. My house is wrecker-rood right now. We have a dozen projects going, like we're saving pop cans to make yard art, gourds to paint for birdhouses, some more garden sculpture crap, yard sale finds, a big puzzle going on a card table, etc, and that doesn't even include the everyday shit. There is no real filth here, I mean, the dishes are always washed and the bathroom's clean, it's just clutter. Tons of clutter. When you live in a very small space, it's hard anyhow, but, when you share that space with a fahionista pre-teen, it becomes outrageous, fast. Plus I don't have one closet or cupboard. You have to get clever with storage and keep on it. I haven't been on it.

So, the social workers told me they'd be back in two days, (that's tomorrow) and I got busy. I sorted old crap into yard sale boxes and found places for new crap, emptied all the shelves and scrubbed them and just generally cleaned the fuck out of the place. The more you clean, the more you discover things you need to clean. Like under the stove and around the hot water heater. OMG, yuk and damn. Anyway, I busted my ass to get it all presentable and I'll be god dammed if it didn't freeze last night. So, my newly bare surfaces got covered by baby plants. They are EVERYWHERE. You have to walk through paths of planters and flats and flats of sprouting plants. There are even plants in the bathroom and on top of the aquarium, fridge and stove. I'll be dammed if I'm going to nurse most of these puppies from seed since March and have them frozen in one night by the crazy ass Iowa weather. May 5th is our safe planting date and you have such a small window to plant here. If you can't get it done by the first week of June (and that's pushing it), it gets way too hot and all you can plant is perennials that won't bloom this year anyway. So, it pisses me off that I had to waste precious days cleaning the house right now. Thankfully, the seeds in plots that I planted won't be hurt by the freeze. I planted cold weather veg and things like Cleome' and Four O Clocks, etc. that survive a freeze. I had to fabric wrap all my roses and tomatoes. It looks like a vast ghost garden out there. It's creepy. I piled leaves on all the beds. It was a ton of work for one night. Stupid Iowa. I'm afraid tonight will be cold too, so the plants stay. It looks awful in here, but, it smells good.

I guess they'll just have to judge me because I am not losing my plants. I still have a shit ton of stuff to do in the garden and I have to get my corn and beans, etc in. I get so frustrated when I have to have these people in my house making assumptions when I haven't done anything wrong. Logically, I know it would be stupid to blame anyone else, because I know the deal. I knew this would happen again, I even knew it was coming. I told my mother it was coming and we should get ready. But, I slacked off. It's very stressful stuff, but, I suppose I'll get through it. Maybe next week will be better and things will settle down and I can just have a night and day off. Just one is all I need to recharge. I haven't even had a chance to see what's going on in the world, so I'll go catch up now. I hope some idiot celebrity has done something totally crazy. Oh, and I have to go read and answer comments! With this stupid moderation on, they pile up on me. So, don't ever think I'm ignoring you. I won't. The comments here keep me going, I love them. Comments are the only reason to have a blog. What are you up to?

ps..I almost forgot to tell you, Lissa and I watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show, in it's entirety, for the first time the other night! Her dad got me the movie as a gift because he knows how much I love it. Now, he's my Favorite Child (sorry, to all my other kids, he has the title this week). Lissa LOVED it. I knew she would. I have been waiting for the night we can watch it together since she was born and she's finally old enough. She knows most of the songs already and sang with them. Next time we're going to do shout outs and props. She wants to be Columbia. Good choice there, kid. I told her she could glue glitter to our top hat and an old pair of tap shoes. (Talk about crap, who else owns old tap shoes and never tapped??) Anyway, that was THE best part of my week even though it kept her up too late on a school night. It was worth it. RHPS! Yes!

Sherri Tippie, live Beaver trapper

I love D-listed, they always have the greatest animal stories on there. This one is about Sherri, who lives in the Denver area and is the biggest live Beaver trapper in North America. Sherri is a hilarious hair dresser who rescues Beaver where they're causing problems or have been displaced by civilization and she finds them new homes. This video shows Sherri with some little young Beavers and some large adults too. (Beavers can get surprisingly big, if they live long enough.) This is freekin' amazing! I can't imagine the hard work and dedication this would take. I'm so glad I read about her, it brightened my day from the start.

I love Beavers and I've had Beaver friends. Beaver are not mean, despite their tree sawing teeth. They are sweet, friendly and curious by nature and if you have patience, it's easy to get to know them. They love to play with Humans who are non-threatening. A lot of people around here will kill any Beaver they see because dens can stop up the flow to their livestock ponds. It hurts my heart because a solitary male (which is what you usually run into) will not build a den. He's just hanging out, eating scrub trees and is no harm. So, it's such a shame that people are afraid of them. The hilled water dams and dens are becoming a rarity here. You hardly ever see them anymore. I'm afraid Beaver are endangered now and it would be such a shame to lose them. Bless you, Sherri Tippie and thanks for all you do for our Beaver friends. I wish I still had a farm, so I could shout, 'Brang me them Beavers!' (Okay, I've always wanted to should that anyway.) Let the Beaver jokes commence. Heh.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Students find $41,000 in a thrift store couch

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NYC Students, who shelled out $20 bucks for an ugly, stinky old couch in a charity thrift store found out it was stuffed with envelopes containing money. $41 thousand dollars worth. But, one of the envelopes had a name on it. They ended up calling the person, a woman, and she got her money back. She gave them a $3,000 dollar reward. It would have been a tough call for me, but, I think I would have done the same thing. I guess, in the end, I really do believe in Karma. I would have sat around with that money for a day though, just thinking it out. What would you do? I knew a guy once who found $60 grand in a paper bag in a park. He kept it and started a business with it. He was a real giant, mean asshole and nothing bad ever happened to him. He just got richer. So, maybe Karma is bullshit?

Some total creep stole the Grace McDonnell memorial park sign

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Some total creep stole the sign to little Grace's memorial park. The conspirator thinks the Sandy Hook shootings never happened and there is no Grace McDonnell. He not only stole her sign, but, he called her parents and told them it didn't matter because she never existed. HERE is an open letter to the crazy bastard who took this little girl's park sign. It's heart wrenching and worth reading.

How can people be so cruel...and so crazy? I don't know, but, they are. I've seen things posted on this site that blew my mind with the cruelty and carelessness in which they were typed. Not to mention the untruths or sick exaggerations and the fact that they were aimed at children. But, when I think of Sandy Hook and parents like the McDonnells, who forever will be asking themselves, why?, I just want to weep. And now this? I hope police catch the person who did this, and a judge with some sense puts them away for a long time.

Rest in peace, little Gracie.

Family cat saves child from bad dog

This is amazing footage. The cat really is protecting 'his' child, there is no doubt here. Go cat! And F you big mean dog and the people who let you run loose!

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Today's crap

A pair of heels Lissa got at the used store. Metallic gray/green? with a stretchy strap and metal rose detail. She wears a woman's size now, so she's finding them here and there. She has a small collection going. I think her shoe fetish is amusing. But, she's only allowed to wear most of them at home, because she loves the high spiked heels. These aren't as high as they look and she might actually wear them to a birthday party or something. They work with her Goth look, she tells me. She's still doing that, but, she also discovered Paris Hilton because of a movie we watched and she loves her bubble gum pink, sparkly style, so, I dunno.

Today is fucked. I know it already. Tuwella did something so nice for me last week, it blew my mind. I have three shit tires on my car and one new one. I was forced to get the new one when one of them blew and wasn't worth fixing. The others are so yuky I have to air them up all the time or they'll go flat and I can never go out of town. Every time I save for new tires, something else comes up. I'm sure a lot of you can relate. Anyhow, last week a guy from the garage showed up and took my car and returned it with new tires. He also rotated them and did a general tune up. Tuwella called him and paid for it all out of the blue! I though, OMG, she's trying to get along and it was so generous. I've been so busy lately, I didn't even consider her ulterior motives. I didn't. I know! I know. I should have know, it's not like I don't know her. Jesus. Turns out, she bought the tires so she can go visit her sister, Aunt Bitch Face. Bitch Face survived that awful surgery and is now re-cooping in a nursing home in a small town about 20 miles from here. I think she'll make it home again. It's pretty amazing.

So, that's where I'm headed today. The old lady wanted me to take her yesterday, but, Lis was home sick from school and she really was sick. She was coughing and her throat was sore. Tuwella said we could take the kid and she could sleep in the car. I said, are you kidding me? No. I am not leaving a sick child in the car (so you can gossip with Bitch Face for three hours!). That's the kind of shit she did to me when I was a kid and it came back to me how goofy she was. She was truly puzzled, she didn't understand why that's wrong. Just like she doesn't understand why she has to wear her seat belt or why we can't park in a handicapped zone with no tag. Or a million other things.

Anyway, that's it. I will be waiting in the car for hours while she talks to Bitch Face about how awful all the relatives are, including me. I'm the worst one, according to them, but, I'm the only one, so far, that's driving over there. (Put that in yer Bitch Pipe and smoke the fuck out of it, old ladies.) But, that town has an Earl May nursery. So, I can get some Rosemary, finally, and maybe some plant I've never heard of. And I'm pretty sure it has some thrift stores. I'm going to sneak off and find them. I have a little fun money from readings that I've put back. Heh heh. She will never know. She'll be in that nursing home for hours, in fact, she loves it when she makes me wait in the car, so she'll probably stay forever (or until school lets out and I HAVE to leave).

She's already bitching about that old chair in the back seat. I really can't take it out yet. It's heavy and I haven't figured out where to put it. I asked her, what she was planning on putting back there? Her sister in a wheel chair? Planning to kidnap Bitch Face, are you? I would not doubt it a bit, but, I won't be a party to that one. I'm just a tiny bit worried about Lis, she feels alright today, but, you never know with kids. That kid loves to call me from school about anything and everything, but, she knows the deal today. I told her she has to power through, because I won't be home.

I won't be home, is going to be my motto now. At least once in awhile. This little trip is a chore (a horror) and one I was ordered to make. But, I've decided to stop being a recluse and actually get out among real people once in awhile. I actually got out and looked up some friends I haven't seen in ages and I'll type more on that later. I can't stay here and listen to this family shit all the time anymore. It's too stressful. Oh, Lissa had her first visit with her mother Sunday. She's out and about. It went well, Lissa was happy about it. She has such a deep fear that she'll lose her mother, that she needed to see her in person. I hope the visits continue, but, they have to take place here. Orders of DHS. Stressful. So, yeah, I need to get out more and I'm going to do it. It's hard for me, but, I know I can do it and I know it will be good for me. I hope you guys have a day or night that will be better than mine. But, I can stand anything for one day, and I got new tires out of the deal. I'm a tire whore now. That's a new one.

James Cameron is a douchey old man

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Big shot director James Cameron and his team lost a deep sea robot and he's 'mourning' it. He compares the loss of this terribly expensive piece of equipment to the loss of a child. In fact, he called it 'their child'. So, there you go. Don't you want to mourn the loss of his child with him? Maybe send him a card?

To all the people who have actually lost a child, including me, Cameron's thoughtless statement is not just another chink in his armor. This one sunk him deeper than the Titanic for me. He's been a douche before and I just rolled my eyes, but, now he can fuck off. He has kids of his own, wiki says he's been married five times. So, it's not like he's childless and has no clue.

Oh, and it prompted me to look him up and find out how much he's worth. Douche has a net worth of over $700 million dollars. Yeah. He can go buy a new child. Which is exactly what he'll do. Go fuck yourself, James Cameron, I hope you get audited. He should be friends with Goopy. They'd get along.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Good hot celeb gossip!!

Oh, this is SO juicy..Beyonce's less attractive sister, Solange, went off on Jay-J and physically attacked him in an elevator. And it's on video! Yeah, baby. D-listed calls Solange, Basement Baby, which I think is hilarious, but, the film there was so tiny. I went and found it on You Tube and HERE it is.

It's hilarious. Solange goes full out on J, hitting him like a whirlwind and when some giant body guard grabs her, she kicks him! She's clearly mad as hell. The reports keep saying Bouncie just stood there, which is mostly true. But, at one point Solange kicks J and he grabs her leg..and he's not letting go! Bouncie breaks them up. Solange gets in Bouncie's face, but, she's talking to her about J, she keeps pointing at him. I can't quite figure out what else is going on, can you?

I love this. Bouncie and J act like they're so above this sort of thing. They've put out the image of the perfect couple, the perfect family, too good to hang with a Kardashian, they're best friends of the Obamas and all that crap. Then they get this shit filmed in an elevator. Nice family there, Bouncie. Did I say I love this? I love this. Solange should be arrested, but, only for wearing that bowl wig on her head.

Bobcat kitten found in a spa wall...what?!?

HERE is a weird story. A baby Bobcat was found inside the wall of a spa! They think the mother went up on the roof and accidentally dropped the kitten down a vent. I feel really sorry for the mother Bobcat, she must have been in such a state of panic. I think they should try to lure her back so they can be reunited. But, at least the kitten is in good hands. He will be bottle fed and then raised with his own kind. He's SOOOO cute, awww.

How come I only find regular cats? We have a new one this week. Another tom, but, he's pretty. Creamy orange and white, long haired. He's new and not tame yet. He was eating with the Raccoons last night on the porch. The Raccoons are tame, the new tom aint. Yet.

A stranger's kindness

HERE is the story of a woman who sold crib ends at a yard sale to a stranger and his wife. Also some baby clothes. They asked her how old her son was and she had to tell them her son, Noah, was stillborn. They bought the crib pieces and on the way home, they both decided to make them into a cute bench and return them to the grieving mother. She's in the comment section there and she says this little bench comforts her so much and she's so thankful to the woodworker and his wife for such a kind gift. A way to remember her lost child. She sits in it and holds his bear. It's such a sweet sad story.

Here's my question, is this piece of furniture always going to carry that sad sense of loss? I don't mean to be weird, I guess I just am. But, like, say, 70 years from now, when that mother is long gone and this baby forgotten by new generations, what if it's not treasured and kept in the family? What if someone puts it in another yard sale or it ends up in an antique store (by then it would be proper shabby chic) and it's just innocently sitting there looking cute...would it still hold that sadness? I know some of you are rolling your eyes, but, some of you have experienced feelings like that for inanimate objects. If you touched this bench, do you think you could feel something, even without knowing the story? Have you ever had something like that happen with furniture or objects? Tell me your story.

A wandering Wolf has found a mate

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A wandering Wolf, you know that title got me. I love good stories about animals. I hate bad ones, I don't usually look at those. Anyway, this Wolf, dubbed, OR-7, has been tracked from Northeastern Oregon all the way to Northern California and back again, all to find himself a mate. And he did. A beautiful black female. OR-7 and his new partner were caught on wildlife cameras and it is presumed that they now have pups. Awww. I love that. He was lonely and he walked thousands of miles to find his girl. He managed not to starve, be killed in an accident or get shot. I like him also because he has no history of bothering domestic animals. He's no threat to livestock. This guy totally survives in the wild and on it. Now those genes will be passed on.

Great story, right? Yeah, I love him. But, something in the story bothered me. There was this.."The conservation group (Oregon Wild) won a court ruling barring the state from killing two members of OR-7's home pack for preying on livestock and later won a settlement strictly limiting when wolves can be killed."

I understand that we have to protect Wolves, I've always known and supported that. They need to have better numbers in areas they're native to. I don't have a lot of experience with Wolves here in the Iowa prairie. If I saw that guy by the road (there where he's standing), I'd think he was a lost Husky mix and stop and try and get him in the car. If he snarled at me, it wouldn't deter me. Doh. That's how my brain works. Even when I figured it out, I'd still want to help him all I could. He'd have to run away fast to get rid of me. I'm sure I'm not alone there. People who love animals are all over now. I hope he stays clear of roads.

But, anyway, here's what bothers me. They stopped the killing of two Wolves who killed livestock. Yeah, you'd think some big rancher could afford to lose a couple of steers or sheep or whatever. Don't kill the Wolves! But, even though my only experience with Wolves have been the half domesticated kind, I know how smart they are. They know livestock are associated with Humans and they know better. Oh, some instances of it can be excused. A young Wolf who's learning or a starving Wolf in a bad Winter. That's different. Cut them some slack. But, when they make a habit of it, it's bad and it needs to be stopped.

The way that article worded it, it sounded like they'd done it more than once. If you sympathize only with the Wolf, think of it this way, I've had predators take my 'livestock'. I typed it like that because I'm not a rancher or farmer. My livestock was part of my 'family'. How would you feel if it wasn't some anonymous cow who was going to the packing plant anyway, but, some great large Nubian Goats you'd had for years and who roamed in and out of your house and rode in your car to pick up the kid at school? And who'd just given birth to the sweetest, cutest babies you ever saw? What if it was a starving, fragile, baby colt you'd just adopted because he was separated from his mother? And you'd been tube feeding him, but, he finally graduated to a bottle and was finally, finally on his way to becoming a healthy, gorgeous, registered Quarter Horse? And you have him IN your barn where you thought he was safe?

That shit breaks your heart and people call it loss of 'livestock'. No, that's fuckers who know better using my house and yard as a wildlife McDonalds and I aint havin' it. So, I did what I had to do. And I was successful, which made it a very bad day for me personally. Where do you draw the line? I keep wondering. OR-7 keeps wandering. He's a good boy, a smart boy, he stays out of trouble. Somehow, in my troubled brain, I know him and his kind are the ones we have to protect and let breed at all costs. I believe that mysterious, innate knowledge he has about how to stay out of trouble will be passed down to his litters. Wolves who kill livestock will mostly be handled by the people who own the livestock and no one will know about it. The ranchers/farmers sure aren't going to contact Oregon Wild. If they (Wolves) do it more than once, they probably get what they deserve. Oregon Wild is doing a great job of keeping an eye on them though. Okay, I'll shut up now and you can jump my ass in comments if you want to.

Off the subject, sort of, every time I do one of those silly "What's Your Spirit Animal" quizes, I'm a Wolf. I don't agree with it, but, I'm always a Wolf. I am not a Wolf (or Sheldon, aggg!). HERE's one for you. What's your spirit animal and do you agree?

Monday, May 12, 2014

Eminem - Headlights ft. Nate Ruess

He's done cleaning out his closet, for now anyway. He's forgiven his mother. These kind of lyrics are why I love Eminem. He gives us what's real, instead of burying it and singing about big butts and piles of money.

Gwyneth Paltrow..end the mommy wars!

Goopy pissed off every mom in the world with her talk about how being a movie star mom is way harder than anything we do. Now, she wants YOU to stop the mommy wars because YOU'RE wrong and WE are all on the same side. Do you understand? Gwyneth has spoken.

She spoketh on GOOP. She did NOT apologize. If you want to read her horseshit, HERE is is. Basically, she's taking back what she said. Actually, she's claiming she never said it all. I guess she's never heard of video or print. Here is exactly what she said, “I think it’s different when you have an office job, because it’s routine and, you know, you can do all the stuff in the morning and then you come home in the evening. When you’re shooting a movie, they’re like, ‘We need you to go to Wisconsin for two weeks,’ and then you work 14 hours a day, and that part of it is very difficult. I think to have a regular job and be a mom is not as, of course there are challenges, but it’s not like being on set.”

So, there you go, compare that to her turd throwing on GOOP. WE obviously have no complete understanding of the wisdom and fortitude that is Goopy. She has waved her mommy flag and all of us had better straighten up. Did I mention her flag is 100% Egyptian cotton, 1000 thread count, hand woven by celibate monks in a remote region of the Tibetan mountains, while practicing a life of silence, broken only by the slight whir of the exquisite wings of rare jewel encrusted hummingbirds? You can buy one on Goop for only $7,000,000 dollars. Custom hand embroidery is extra.

PS..she has some white substance in her nose in that pic. I don't know what it is, but, I know it's expensive and we can't possibly get it.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Happy Mother's day..and to all women in general

They'll make you a snack, they'll sort out all the weird shaped ones for you. Because you're special.

They'll do chores. Hey, mom, your phone is washed!

They'll treat you to another snack, in case you didn't like the first one. Popcorn!

Feeding the pets? Don't worry, they got this!

Of course, you can trust them alone for 5 minutes so you can shower, geez. They can entertain themselves. Don't worry so much, mom.

Have a happy Sunday, moms and everybody else. Oh, and I had to set comments to moderation for now, but, I'll check them often.