Enter the Laughter Redeux

No, not the Highlander movie, which was way cool. This... This is w-a-y uncool. There seems to be some unwritten law of the universe, that Middle Son and I can not BOTH have working vehicles. He buys a car, mine goes in the shop. His car is running, something breaks on mine. So now...there can be only one. (And it ain’t mine - LOL) My car is, in technical terms - fuggdup. It is bashed in on both sides. It has no outside rearview mirrors. It takes two people to roll up the passenger door window, because it jumps out of the track in a futile attempt to flee the horror of its surroundings. (For you youngens who have lived your entire life with electric automobile windows that rise with the push of a button, there are still some of us Neanderthals who drive such ancient vehicles that we have to MANUALLY raise and lower the glass.) One person has to be inside cranking the handle up, and a second individual must stand outside the car, pushing the kamikaze glass back into its track. There is...

The Good the Bad and the Ugly The Good We had a pleasant anniversary. Stayed home, took it easy, exchanged gifts. Do y’all watch The Simpsons ? There was an episode where Homer forgot to get Marge a gift, and when she gave him HIS gift, he said, “Doh! I didn’t get you anything!” She smiled, handed him another box, and said, “Yes you did.” LOL When husband saw that, he said, “That is a GREAT IDEA! Let’s do that from now on!” So I did. I got him a TITANIUM anniversary band, which is just unbelievably cool - LOL It is made from aircraft titanium, and seein’ as how we eloped (sort of) to Reno during the Air Races, lo those 25 years ago, aircraft titanium was just too awesome for me to pass up. He loved it. A smooth, contemporary band that is perfect for the modern man. Fashioned from aircraft quality titanium, this men's wedding/anniversary band features a two-part "spinning" feature in which the top part of the ring is cradled into the inside of the ring and freely "sp...

Tomorrow is our 25th Wedding Anniversary September 21, 1981 PS - I know it looks like I’m giving everyone the finger - LOL That is the INDEX finger that was amputated and reattached…it doesn’t bend very well! Peace and joy to all of you! - - - The Wordless Wednesday Blogroll For information on joining the fun, and the getting the blogroll code, please go here . You don't have to be a WW participant to comment! Wordless Wednesday anniversary To leave a comment, please go here Thanks!

This is Chapter 11 from Queen Klutz . I share it with you now, 'cause I got nuttin LOL Been busy working on e-books; cursing; chauffeuring the youngens to work, school and after school activities; cursing; mowing the grass; cursing; cleaning house; cursing; sorting out stuff to sell on eBay; cursing, and preparing for Autumn. Gawd I love Autumn, - maybe I’ll stop cursing long enough to take a moment and enjoy it LOL Then I’ll go back to cursing LOL So without further ado: CHAPTER 11 Fall Brings Color Change It’s blue toe season! In the ocean of injuries I have inflicted on my body, (amputated-then-reattached-finger, multiple fractures, surgical insertion of pins, screws and metal plates, and more stitches than a quilt) a stubbed toe is barely a ripple. But that doesn’t make it hurt any less. Have you ever plowed little-toe-first into something solid? I mean really solid? Ouch! It was my own fault, (of course) but I choose to blame the inkpen (which resented the implication and has ...

Lil’ Billy goes to his dad and asks, “What is politics?” Dad says, “Well son, let me try to explain it this way. I’m the breadwinner of the family, so let’s call me Capitalism. Mommy is the administrator of the money, so we’ll call her the Government. We’re here to take care of your needs, so we’ll call you The People. The nanny, well, consider her The Working Class. Your baby brother, we’ll call him The Future. Now go think about this and see if it makes sense.” So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying and runs to his room only to find that his diapers are very soiled. So the little boy goes to his parents’ room. Mom is sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny’s room. Finding the door locked, he looks through the peephole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy says to his father, “Dad, I think I understand what politics...

You damned drunken bitch. You have got some nerve. I can’t divulge specifics, because this may well go to court, and I’m not having my blog pulled in as evidence - LOL I got a phone call at 11 PM. “Mom, I’ve been in a car accident.” When my heart started beating again, I asked if he was OK. Yes. Was anyone hurt? No. Thank you, God . Can’t go into any details, but I will say that the police report (which I just returned home with) shows that the other driver was arrested for driving while intoxicated. It’s right there in the report. Yet, this woman had the audacity to file a claim against Middle Son’s insurance. As I drove him in to McDonald’s this morning, his cell phone rang. I am driving him because his car is at the shop, courtesy of Drunken Bitch. It was his insurance company telling him that she had filed for damages. He was half-asleep and mumbled something. When he got off the phone I asked him who was calling and he told me. I was shocked! “SHE is filing against YOU?!?” We hadn...

Please don’t click away. That’s your first instinct, I know. I understand. It’s uncomfortable, painful even, to read a tribute to someone who died on September 11, 2001. This is not a religious or political statement. It is a testament to our humanity, to show respect for the life of a fellow human being. A life that felt love...and laughter...and pain. Life is fleeting for all of us. Please...take a moment to honor this one. He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery This post will remain alone on my home page until September 15, 2006 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I Remember John F. Swaine World Trade Center. From the NY TImes John Swaine was the consummate Wall Street bond trader: "Aggressive and full of boundless energy," said his brother-in-law, Richard McGuire. He worked at Cantor Fitzgerald for about 10 years. "He really loved his work," Mr. McGuire said. "H...

Dear Daughter slugged him. I got the dreaded phone call - please come to the office. Groan. They sat in there, the miscreant ne’er do well, and Dear Defiant Daughter. Nothing but a metal office chair and a fog of fury separated them. I sighed. I was expecting this (unfortunately). He’s been tormenting her for years. She got her period. She snapped. No court in the land would convict her LOL We adjourned to the counselor’s office. Explanations were in order. The lad shrugged and claimed innocence and wonderment at being attacked. Daughter rolled her eyes so severely, I feared they would pop out and spin across the floor. Fool. His puny intellect was unprepared for the onslaught. Daughter launched a tirade worthy of the finest orators in the land. Listing, step by step, year by year, report by report, the pain and suffering inflicted upon her tender soul by Moron Boy, and her requests to the administrators for castigation (not castration, we’re not barbarians LOL) I was so proud. Of co...

Here it is, Labor day weekend, and me without my lights up yet LOL School has started, which means it’s time to bring out the finest whines: Riesling - “No! I don’t want to get up yet, five more minutes!” Bordeaux - “This homework is dull, I’m never going to need to know this stuff.” Champagne - “I can’t go to school, My foot hurts. The pain is awful, I can’t walk.” I think she needs a hobby. Maybe cat juggling. That’s it...I got nothin’ else funny, sorry. Just wanted to wish all of you a glorious Labor Day weekend! If you haven’t purchased a copy of my new book , please do! On sale through Labor Day, regularly $14.95, this weekend only $12.95. Don’t make me come after you. *snicker* EDIT: Duh on me. The first picture I had up was indeed dogs. Never post drunk, Marti...or at 4 AM...or drunk at 4 AM *snicker* Here it is: UPDATE: Sonofabitch...I am trying to make it through the ol' blogroll today to wish everyone well. Unfortunately, Blogger is having "issues" again. I swit...