No Stars In My Eyes

my mind

How do you throw a Space Party? You planet

Here's a real groaner, and all the worse in that there is NO punchline or word play: "Astronauts from NASA's six Apollo moon missions left 96 bags of human waste on the moon." My thoughts: human's can and will foul any place, any where...(for instance, Danali's Great Thaw) and I wonder, will I ever be able to look at the moon in the same way, ever again? Kind of puts the kibosh on the moon's romantic image, doesn't it? Man-on-the-Moon, indeed. We don't need no stinkin' moon! To paraphrase: Ninety-six bags of astronaut poop / ninety-six bags on the moon / take one down and pass it around, / ninety-five bags of their poop on the moon....

What do you call an alligator wearing a vest? An Investigator. ~~~thought you peeps wanted to groan, eh? Join in!

Well, To Be Perfectly Frank.... ... I'd have to change more than my name.

Cooling down to almost cold, windy, rain, sun, rain, sun, rain, rain, colder. Did three loads of laundry. Am currently watching today's second game of an Atlanta Braves' double-header. And ya know whut? Now, every time I watch a baseball game, in my mind's-eye, Nel drops her shoulders in exaggerated disappointment, yawns with vigorous boredom, wags her head "no-no-no", and rolls her eyes! Only ate half the heaping BBQ plate from the church: TONS of pulled pork, deeply dark French-Fries, and Baked Beans, w/ a hamburger bun. Nannie is preening because of the compliments she got about how good she looks, and she ate ALL of that up. Most of the older congregants didn't attend, so no 'good' gossip for her to hash over. Wonder if there'll be any sun for the Easter Sunrise Services? Just curious...'cause I ain't a-gittin' up THAT early!!! Hope all are doing fine...

Deja-Vu-ly,

Sirens often make all the neighbors' dogs howl. Today, when the sirens were whirling and blipping around, not even one of the dogs offered any protest at all. It was kind of: EERIE

Gosh, I just got back to catch up on posts for the past three days. herring, your step-mother was so blessed to have you advocating for her. I'm glad her passing was peaceful. Maybe they gave her a glass of wine when she arrived at the Golden Gates, ya think? amoLu, Whaaaat? I didn't know you were sick and in hospital. Whatever it was that happened, or didn't, but should have... I wish you all success in getting your account of the event(s) told to and get across to those who NEED to know. Hope you are feeling better and on the mend. Going to try to haul Nannie over to her church tomorrow for the Spring something-or-other, as she hasn't been over there for ...years? Not sure if she has burnt ALL her bridges there, though I know she's pushed many away. Hubby and I wonder if she will be up to being, like, pretending everything is fine, you know how people with dementia try to cover up and act 'normal' for a while now and then? I told hubby to urge her to go so she can have 'NEW' stuff to gossip about and get confused over. I know, I'm bad. Whatever she decides, I think hubby and I will go over there. He knows lots of the folks there, and I've met some of them, ohhhh, say....about, um ten years ago (or more?). We will bring her a plate back if she decides not to go. Eeenywayz, Nel, j22, tweety...hope your weekend work is nicely "Q". All others, Sunday is a day of rest. Resting is good for you. Have at it!

I'll have to come back to read today's postings. Right now Nannie and Ozzie are 'double-teaming' me ... I can't read, can't write, can't even THINK....AARRRRGGGHHH! For the past three days afternoons have been like this and around 4-5 PM I feel like I am about to become a hair-pulling, shrieking maniac. I have taken one 0.5 mg Xanax so that I can tamp down the irritation. Ozzie is untrained and stubborn about following ANY kind of instructions or rules or INSISTENCE that he just shut up!!!! Nannie is slipping more mentally, but the stuff she can't help, I am able to let it just slide under the bridge. Now, the OTHER things she pulls....For instance, yesterday I walked down into the den, to see her slipping chocolate-covered grahams to Ozzie, and my s*** hit the fan. I said, firmly and pointedly, "Are you aware that chocolate is POISON for dogs!!?" She murmured, "No, I didn't know that." I said "You aren't supposed to be sneaking foor to the dogs and I see you doing it all the time. I wish you wouldn't DO it, but you better not EVER feed them anything chocolate ever again." That made her mad, that I "blessed her out", as she told hubby late. If I had actually blessed her out, boy-howdy, she'd know it!. From now on there will be no dogs in the room when she eats, OR I sit right here and supervise her and them until she is done eating. The other day she left a half a muffin wrapped in a napkin on the table by her recliner. Pippy got into it and almost scarfed it ALL.....and it's happened before when she wrapped up a piece of cornbread, except Pippy ate ALL of that! Later I said in a more reasonable tone of voice, that the reason I got so hot about her sneaking stuff to the dogs ... they are close to being 12 years old; their internal organs are old. The stuff she gives them could cause kidney or liver failure. I fdid NOT say that the reason her dog got killed was from her stupidity, letting the dog out on his own instead of walking him on a leash. Hear her tell it now, she was so upset when he got killed; HER story is he was going to join a group of dogs who were after a female in heat. No such thing. The dog raced across the road to see a neighbor, and a car came along and his neck got snapped in an instant. Had nothing to do with her letting him out. I gotta go. Hubby's calling Third time that supper is ready....

Na, I tink DAT DRESS would look better on you. Fashion Figure

Pippy grunts; we call her "Grunty-Pig" sometimes. GRUNTS

Wise guy Cosimo Calvallero is using cotija cheese to build a wall on the Mexican border in Tecate, California. The artist insists his intention is to "Make America Grate Again"" - and hopes to erect a 1,000 foot barrier to deliver the 'cheesy' message: "Love One Another."

Good afternoon I went to sleep at 1:30 AM, and I slept until noon! Musta been TIRED! Dog's, too, as neither of them stirred until I started getting dressed. More sunny blue skies today; hot sun, cooling breeze. Joe, Why does a fast seem to go so slowly? Hope J's friend recuperates enough for discharge today...'cause who likes to be in the hospital? Not even most of us!!!! Nel, good for you for nixing the survey. Busy work, IMHO. Useless, too. Like you said, what do they THINK you are doing? DUH! Nothing much going on today. Think I will lounge around. Need stuff from the store, but there's no sense in going shopping, since hubby's SS check doesn't arrive 'til tomorrow. Can't go through the check-out line with nothing but a smile and a "thanks" for bagging the groceries! Well, nothing calls, so I'm going to go do just that: nothing. Have a good'un, y'all!

I wore what I call "My Boston-Subway-Face" that communicates, "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT MESSING WITH ME." It's a very SERIOUS face. Got it?