Grandma's House

In case you hadn't noticed, Katie Couric isn't doing too well in her new job. Her bosses say they expected that; I'm not so sure about it, but that's there problem. It has been noticed, however, that since she took the anchor spot, other women reporters have been utilized less. Kind of makes me wonder if she's afraid of the competition...

Okay, this is my life, officially. The same weekend I get accepted into college I pull a really bonehead stunt. Over in Carthage, they were celebrating the annual Maple Leaf Festival. My brother and sister were going to operate a booth in the craft fair part of the festival, and they agreed to sell some of my soap in their booth. I couldn't really go to the fair, so I made arrangements to meet my sister on her way to Carthage, and hand over the soap so she could sell it. After much discussion, we agreed to meet at a gas station near the restaurant at 5:00 am. Well, long story short, I went to the wrong gas station. That was bad enough, but I took my daughter with me. It wasn't until we were on our way back home that I realized my mistake. I can't begin to tell you how stupid I felt. There are no words. So that was my sucky weekend. Hope you had a good one.

Wow, I didn't realize how much paperwork there was in enrolling in college. Not just the application for school, but the financial aid paperwork is a bear! All that's left is about 8 applications for scholarships that I probably won't get. I suck at writing essays, but I'm gonna give it a try. The worst that can happen is they say no, right.

That's it for tonight. I know I owe you more, but I'm beat. I'll try to post something tomorrow night about how stupid I was over the weekend.

Ack! This is just disgusting.

Authorities in eastern India are painting a crime-infested town pink in the hope that an image makeover will lift the sagging morale of residents who are fed up with the decline in law and order, officials said on Monday.

Can you imagine? I think I'd lose my mind if everything in town was pink. Don't get me wrong; it's an okay color. I just wouldn't want to be constantly surrounded by it. Perhaps, if this really works, we should paint the interior of all the prisons pink, so the inmates would be nice to each other?

I'm telling ya, you just can't trust cats. They'll screw you over every time.

After a disabled woman's cat started a house fire, her specially trained dog came to the rescue, then died trying to help the cat still in the house. Jamie Hanson said the 13-year-old dog named Jesse brought the phone so she could call 911 and also brought her artificial leg.

What a great dog!! This story made me cry.

After much soul searching and second-guessing myself, I've decided to right a wrong I committed 33 years ago. I'm enrolling in college, with the idea of eventually doing what I'd planned when I graduated high school: getting my CPA. I figure I can do accounting from anywhere, including my home. Plus when Sir Mugley gets his practice started, he's gonna need a bookkeeper. Of course, I'll give him a (small) discount. I'm in the process of getting the paperwork done in order to get the funding for school, which I have to do quickly since classes start the end of the month. Any prayers you have left over at the end of the day would be greatly appreciated, because sometimes I think my brain is turning to mush.

I always knew these were a threat to mankind:

Lucille Greene, an 88-year-old grandmother, takes baking and mailing about 30 family recipe fruitcakes as Christmas gifts seriously. Seriously enough that she sued the U.S. Postal Service for emotional distress after alleged rough treatment and accusations of being a terrorist from a postal clerk, according to her federal lawsuit.

Here's some e-mail humor for you:

A man staggered into a hospital with a concussion, multiple bruises, two black eyes, and a five-iron wrapped tightly around his throat. Naturally, the doctor asked him, "What happened to you?" "Well, I was having a quiet round of golf with my wife, when at a difficult hole, we both sliced our balls into a cow pasture. We went to look for them and while I was looking around, I noticed one of the cows had something white at its rear end. I walked over, lifted its tail, and sure enough, there was a golf ball with my wife's monogram on it, stuck right in the middle of the cow's butt. Still holding the cow's tail up, I yelled to my wife, 'Hey, this looks like yours!' I don't remember much after that."

Can't say as I blame her...

You know, you really have to be careful these days when you're picking out your vanity plates, especially if you're a county official.

It's about time! Good Humor and Pedigree are teaming up to make ice cream for pets. Do you suppose they'll have real flavors, or junk like meat flavor, or maybe as a treat, cat flavor?

This is so cool, I can't begin to express how cool this is:

A group of school children helped foil an attempted armored van robbery by memorizing the getaway car's registration plate in a school yard chant, police said Wednesday.

Grown-ups should be so responsible.

Some doofus has done a study that says men will delay going to the Emergency Room if there's a good game on. That does it. I guess I really am a guy at heart. In 1991, I refused to go to the Emergency Room until after the Super Bowl was over. Never mind the fact that I had such a nasty case of pneumonia that when they put me on oxygen I went into a coma. I had to see the end of the game, and I knew if we left before it was over I'd never see the end.

I haven't been posting a lot lately. I guess you noticed, right? Sir Mugley's new semester started this week, and he's on the computer a lot this term. So my posting is going to be sporatic for a while. Keep us in your prayers. We're still trying to get out from under financially. So if you can, help out by reading the ads in the right side column, pray for us to receive assistance of some kind. I won't ask for donations; I've got too much pride for my own good according to my children. I don't ask them for help, either. If you want to help (and I'm not asking you to), click on the PayPal button on the right. God bless you and yours. I'll be back as I can to bring you more news of the weird, as if it could get any weirder than Congress these days.

CARDINALS WIN!!!

Here's a quick update for anyone who cares (probably family members):

My therapy must be going well, because it hurts a lot. I'm stretching muscles I'd forgotten I had. Gotta go again in the morning. If you've never had one, I recommend a deep muscle massage. It just feels so good when it's over.

It's football season again, and I'm ahead of Sir Mugley by 8 points. It's not much, but every little bit helps me beat him.

Mizzou is doing great so far this year. Go Tigers!

On the local front, my grandson is doing better at football. He couldn't have gotten much worse, but with my and grandpa's help he'll be a killer next year.

My granddaughter Delia is taking clarinet lessons this year, and she's really doing good. Not like her mother. We had petitions from the area coyotes wanting her to stop torturing the clarinet...

More news as it happens...

You thought those car alarms were annoying? You ain't seen nothin' yet. Now there's an alarm for cell phones that screams loudly when the phone is stolen. The only way to make it stop is either remove the battery or enter a special code. Oh yeah, removing the battery is no good, because it starts screaming again when you put the battery back. I'll pass. I hate cell phones anyway; why would I want one that screams at me, cause you know I'll forget the code. I think I must be getting old...

Ok, here are my quick thoughts on the whole Mark Foley scandal:

1. The timing stinks to high Heaven.
2. The Dems are complaining that the information was withheld from the public for months. How do they know? Because they knew about it for months!
3. Turns out the page the im's were sent to was 18, not considered a minor. Plus, he was pranking the Congressman, provoking the responses for the benefit of the handful of friends who were watching the responses with him.
4. Dennis Hastert should not resign. He didn't do anything wrong. Plus, if he did resign, this garbage would go on for at least another month (well after the elections) because the entire House would have to vote on another Speaker, giving the opposing party plenty of time in front of a mike to keep this controversy out front, drowning out the good news in the economy, the war, etc.

Of course, Foley resigned. What options did he have? He's guilty of being a creepy sleaze and doesn't deserve to be a Congresscritter. Too bad the other sleazy creeps on the Hill don't follow his example.

I could go on, but what for? The people who support the Republican party won't dispute this, and the people who support the Dem's won't do anything else but dispute it. Well, here's your chance. Sound off in the comments. Just keep it civil. Kids might be reading this.

Two Down, One To Go!! Go Cards!!