...if you haven't seen them...

you should...
...modern day Pink Floyd...
....you should tune-in....
HE'S GOT A ROTTEN BRAIN! IT'S ROTTEN, I TELL YA! ROTTEN! RAAAAAAAA! Ixnay on the ottenray.
....I know when I'm out-numbered...
...such a strange feeling when you know you have a critter laying in wait....
I Pity Da Varmint!!!
Apparently you can stick someone in the sack...
Rriiigghhtt.....That way I can be the first one that the bad guy (with the concealed handgun) will opt to take out of the equation...
I was a "Black Friday" virgin...until...it was the most painful experience of my life!!!
...and I've had two kids, been thrown from numerous horses, kicked by a mule (twice), grew up being the only girl in the family...I've had one broken bone & numerous black eyes....I'm not what you would call a "girly-girl"...but that was the worst experience of my life....by far...
I thought "It's only shopping...how bad can it be?"
OH MY GAWD!!!!! NEVER AGAIN!!!!! NEVER, EVER, EVER!!!! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!!!
I went shopping with my daughter last weekend and didn't get home until 9:30pm. Man were the animals pissed. They were standing out at the barn tapping their hooves and checking the time...I was late for feeding. So, rather than do something sensible like stop at the house to change clothes and get a weapon just in case a varmint was about...I drove strait to the barn, shined the car headlights into the breezeway and got to work. I fed the horse and the mule, got into the second feed barrel to take care of the dogs and cats, was just locking the lid down when I heard a ruckus right above my head...(a little too early for Santa)...it sounded like a board was coming down on my head...before I could look up to see what the ruckus was...something hit me smack on the head, RIGHT ON MY FREAK'IN HEAD PEOPLE...it rolled onto my left shoulder, down my arm and came to a thud at my feet...it was the biggest raccoon I had ever seen...
Today I was told that I reminded someone of a "Hey Now" pix on Liberal Weenie's website...that left me very confused...was that a compliment?....or am I a slut?????
I've been kicked off 3 times within the last hour...
...doesn't this ferocious feline know that this is the wrong time of year to get booted outside? I know what you are thinking...you are thinking...enough about the kitty, OK? Well easy for you to say...YOUR not being stalked in your own home, 24/7...by a fur-ball of fangs and claws...from the moment you wake up in the morning, you attempt to get from the bed to the facility in your bare feet...minding your own business...and all of a sudden fangs and claws attack you out from under the bed...then chase you from room to room as you try to get ready for work...then greet you as you come home from work tired and worn out, slashing & clawing...as I'm trying to relax and eat dinner, I'm being attacked from all sides....I'd swear that there is more than one of them in this house...right now, as I type, I am sitting in the lotus position in a chair not meant to be sat in like that...trying to keep my appendages out of striking distance..."Its" the devil incarnate I tell ya...
I absolutely hate Victoria Secret models!!
OK Seriously...I'm going to have to name this thing soon because the names I am calling it would make my GranMa break out the soap...I can't call him "Precious" because the barn cats (aka: the Bloods) will kick his furry little behind! I brought one of the pasture kitties (aka: the Krips) [a sweet little girl that was a really good mama before we got her fixed] into the house to see if she would adopt this fluffy little feline...one look at each other and they both puffed up like a couple of blow-fish and started hissing and spitting, doing the sideways, I'm so going to kick your ass dance...so the Krip kitty got booted outside and it's just me and the hell-ion...This creature thinks that I'm it's Mama...and this kitty's got claws...Last night I was laying on the couch, talking on the phone while the mini-monster was clawing its way up and down the length of me with such glee that it wasn't even aware that it was me that was responsible for it landing on the other side of the room so suddenly...So I take a trip to Wally World today and spend $40 in stupid kitty toys to occupy this creature’s energy...but no...as I type, the tiny terror is pouncing upon my back, attacking my toes, or climbing my leg...by the time Mr. Give gets home this weekend...I may surprise him with a new recipe...Kitty-On-A-Stick!!!
Salvia Divinorum: Is the strongest natural hallucinogen known to man and it's LEGAL in the State of Texas, all you have to do is find an 18 year old to purchase it on your behalf, oh and the salvia website suggests that you have a "sitter" or responsible person present to keep an eye on your trip'in ass and to remove all sharp objects from your direct vicinity...just lay back and enjoy...Parents be warned and educate yourselves!!! Seriously!!! Yikes!!! I've turned into such a kill-joy!!! Really, it's OK if you want to do it...just keep it away from the amateurs...I mean, the youts...
...everyone turn and greet your neighbor...could be a little creepy at the Fellowship Church in Grapevine next Sunday. This weekend kicks off their "Seven Days of Sex" campaign. I'm afraid that my creative imagination might run amuck during Sunday service and sexually vivid visuals of my fellow pew mates would start dancing through my head...the last thing I want to visualize during my Sunday morning service experience is Old Widow Jenkins in her granny panties...I'm afraid that my running screaming from the building might disrupt the services...a therapist's feeding frenzy...
...how did you spend your Saturday night?
Barack Obama has promised that he will adopt a dog for his daughters when they move into the White House. Why does the "1st Family" always include a dog? Don't get me wrong, I am sooo a dog person...but we never hear about the "1st Ferret", or the "1st Goldfish", the "1st Hamster", the "1st Pony", the "1st Parrot"....(could be interesting if it were a talking parrot)...
Time to stop being the proverbial