tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331556998694459122012-02-09T18:02:37.069-06:00Streams of what I think/ Dribbling from my computer/ Life in the Riverderfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.comBlogger1691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-45407357335211599992009-08-14T09:37:00.002-05:002009-08-14T10:37:30.009-05:00

*yawns**stretches**sniffs*Ahhh...the pogey plant is cranked up today and the wind is blowing east, so there is a hint of rotting fish (or as my sister in law likes to call it, the smell of steak and eggs-her daddy was a pogey boat captain) in the air.  *sniffs again, blinks*  But what's that?  Do you smell it?*nose points judiciously into the air**eyes brighten*Mmmm...Ralph Lauren...Polo...Cool

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So...What have ya'll been up to?Without overstating the obvious, I have taken a giant (to me) break from the computer, at least as far as blogs are concerned.  Today, for the first time since *thinks back*...Well, really since Europe if I'm really being honest, that I've given more than just a cursory glance to my Blogger dashboard. We have done a great deal of traveling this year, and between

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Pardon me whilst I melt down here, real public like, m'kay?Obviously, I've been fighting my own sort of writer's block, and today? Well, I guess today it all came to a head and popped like the zit my life sometimes becomes-but again-self inflicted gets no pity.One minor prollem has been the fact that my 'major' computer acts all friendly like we are getting along just fine, then all of a sudden

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Hmmm. Where do I start when it's been over a month? *peers out the window at "THE MAN" as they are known around here*I guess the best way to do this would be to give you the Cliff Notes version first, then I will go back and elaborate as I see fit.When I left ya'll, I had just made it to MECCA MECCA HI MECCA HIDEY HO Amsterdam all by myself and managed to clear customs and immigration AND find

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*flicks away a cobweb**chokes on dust**bustles about readying self to sit still long enough to write**clears throat**looks out the window at the Sheriff's Department boat searching for the body**decides tomorrow would be a  good mo' betterer day to re-start blogging*(Life is what happens when you STEP. AWAY. FROM. THE. 'PUTER.)

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Just a quickie update to let you all know we made it safely and that I found the Innocent Bystander within twenty minutes of when my plane landed, and that includes going through customs. Our room is not ready, so we are fixing to hit the ground running. First stop, coffeeshop. Second stop, Rijksmuseum. Third stop, hopefully room and shower. Whenever we get a room and have time, I will give a

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I feel like one of those nervous little rat dogs-you know the ones I'm talking about.  The ones that sit there and shake like little maracas, then pee a little if you just look at them?  I'm just saying-please don't LOOK at me!Well, last I heard the boat that is supposed to be picking up the Innocent Bystander (that was supposed to pick him up YESTERDAY) was on it's way.  It was due in at eleven

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Panic AttackHyperventilatingPuking, Vomiting, Barfing, Upchucking, Blowing ChunksShitting my pantsFull Body OrgasmExplodingHeart jumping out of my throatNow, that's what I call poetry.  *snort*

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So my bags are packed, I've retrieved my passport from the safe, I've picked out which red panties I will wear on the first leg of the trip.  I'm minding my own business, surfing the net, and for some reason I decided to check oyibosonline.com, the site for expats in Nigeria.  Yesterday's news was that the entire oil industry in Nigeria is on the verge of a three day strike beginning Wednesday.  

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*Pauses to look at the two shiny new followers*  *waves*  *huffs then buffs knuckles and pats self on the back*  *Tries to remember today's topic*Ahem.  Sorry about that.  I get distracted easily.  Particularly when I think about how long it's been since there has been any positive change in the Beautifulist.  So what if I'm related to one and the other may have felt obligated.  I will take ya'll

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For the record:  Don't insult my intelligence.  It really pisses me off when I'm reading one of my favorite blogs, which has, literally HUNDREDS of followers-it shows them right there on the farking page-and the author makes some facetious remark about their (singular) reader.  It may be a little haha funny if you are struggling for readers, but when you are getting thousands of hits a day on

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The Innocent Bystander made an executive proclamation: our little experiment in biodiversity is over.  He made me take the nesting box out of the cage.  Ahab (I just can't call her Ahabella-hell, I can barely bring myself to say her) had been sitting on her eggs for six weeks, and was only coming out of the box two or three times a day to take some wicked birdie dumps and grab a bite to eat.  

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I am down to ten days until my trip, and I am absolutely VIBRATING.  Next week is going to be a whirlwind.  I have an appointment on Monday with Dr. Wonderful to get my hips injected and possibly score some 'roids.  I have an appointment to get my roots done.  I was going to get a manicure and a pedicure, but I just can't justify spending that kind of money, so those I will do myself.  I have

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I am afraid to leave the house, for fear I will be the next wreck of the day.  I am afraid to get excited, for fear I will have a stroke.  I mean, if it can happen to people I read every day, people who are so freaking SOLID in my head, I can't help but think that it could happen to me, too.  So what do I do?I cook.  And then I eat.  And I feed my neighbors.  And strangers.  I took a pot of

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Where were you when you got the news?Personally, I was sitting in the DMV, minding my own business, when my text signal went off.Dar: Braja was in a bad wreck.Me: In Bangkok?  She okay?Dar: No, it's bad.Me: How did you hear?Dar: No, it's bad-lotsa surgery.  Reading now.  Vodka Mom.Me: I'm at the DMV and can't use the phone.  Details, woman, details!Dar:  Go to prabhupada.orgSo I did.  Now, for

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I imagine myself sitting here, staring out these windows of mine, trying to paint you a picture.  I have never been accused of having an artistic bone in my body.  *pauses for WAAAAY too long to contemplate THAT* *snorts*  It's okay.  What is the worst I can do?  Mess it up?  No, just not do it justice.  ^^shrugs^^  What the hell.I create for myself the perfect paintbrush, long, unfinished wood*

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I guess one of the reasons I've hesitated to write this post is because it is really not my story. It truly belongs to the Innocent Bystander, but he won't write it himself, because, he says, he would have to title it "These Motherfuckers". So keep in mind that this is an "as told to" story. Also, please keep in mind that whilst it may be obvious that I/we find some parts of this funny, in all

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Okay.  I have survived the plague.  I was going to tell you the story of the song today, but I am pressed for time due to an obligation with El Juevo, and I have some pressing announcements, so the story is going to have to wait ONE MORE DAY.  Sorry...MADE YA LOOK!!!First.  Yes, a woman was murdered who lives on Shingle Mill Landing Road, but NO, it was not me.  Nor did I have anything to do with

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Sorry, ya'll.  I know I said you'd get the story behind the song, but it is going to have to wait.  I tried to sit here and write, but my head is pounding and I'm running a fever and I just can't.  I'd send you *smooches* but I don't want to get any on you.  Thank you all for your get well wishes. This dishrag is headed back to the couch.

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Beh.Everything is such an effort.  *sigh*  I be saggin', ya'll.  About noontime yesterday I started getting a weird, tickle-ish feeling in one side of my nose.  Kinda like when you get a sneeze stuck.  Only in this case, it is most definitely NOT stuck, but the feeling has persisted, and I have progressed to the snot factory stage with a side of sore throat.  Where the hell does all this chit

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You know what THAT is?-------->>>THAT is a picture of what we fondly call "kitchen time out."  It is a regular part of our day.Every morning, after I've cleaned the birds' cages and we've sung the Good Morning Jesus song, I go into the kitchen to chop their fruits and veggies and make coffee.  Invariably, I hear the 'tick tick tick' (talons don't 'do' pitter patter) of little feet trying to sneak

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Yesterday started like most others around here, up at the buttquack of dawn and out the door to be greeted by this:This is just a small contingent of those who faithfully, every morning, quack me up.  In return, I am very generous with the Ole Roy. (Bread, contrary to popular belief, is not good for ducks/geese-it can contribute to a condition called angel wing, which prevents them from flying.  

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First, a piece of advice.  *tunes up imaginary git-fiddle* *clears throat, and starts singing in a very country twang* "Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be JUEVOS..."I am serious, folks.  I have managed to raise (or 'rear' for all of you getting out the red pens) (heh. I said rear) two sons but I don't think I properly prepared either one of them for the real world. Fortunately for Jamie (

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Jason Mesnik, Douchebag of the Year!That's really all I have today.  Between trips to visit the porcelain Goddess and reading wonderfully descriptive blogs about disgusting products, songs and phrases, I did manage to watch the season finale to The BASTARD The Bachelor, and may I just say?  *coughsmegmasuckingcheesedickdoanythingtobeontvjustonemoretimecrybabyPRICKcough*I think when the SECOND '

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Well, my morning got off to a rolicking good start.  I got up and fed the geese, ducks (Quack you very much?  Why, you're quite welcome.  *mutters* 'Bout time...ingrates.) and kitteh, then came in and took care of the bird cages.  I drank a cup of coffee and took my vitamins and bp meds, then picked El Juevo up to take him to school.  It's all good.I asked him if he wanted a biscuit, since he

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Well, today makes three weeks that these eggs have been sat upon, so if Ahab(ella)'s eggs are going to hatch, they should start any time now.  There is an awful lot of noise and activity going on in that box (and obviously the proud papa above to be, Moby, is not going to let me get close enough to check), so I'm going to use this as an excuse to use today's Sunday Stealings: The Procrastination

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Well, the word is out.  The suffering is over-the physical part, anyway.  Lisa Kelly from Clusterfook passed away last night at around 11:30.  You would think that I would be limp as a noodle, sitting here sobbing like a baby, but weirdly enough, I'm not.  I don't know if I got it all out of my system, or, more likely, that I realize how hard I've been praying for the suffering to end and realize

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I don't know which is worse lately-my internet 'connection' (how can it be called a connection when half the time it is not connected?) or this super spiffy 'ultimate gaming' laptop that was top of the line back in the day (if by back in the day you mean SIX MONTHS AGO.) I sat down no less than *eyes roll back, tallying* oh, at least eight times to write something yesterday, but I would get nine

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Finally! My oldest son Ronny and his beautiful wife Jamie have finally decided to expand their family. Not exactly what I'd been hoping for, but this will have to do for now.I'm proud to introduce ya'll to my new grandoghter, current 'working' name "Nanako" (???) (She's a girl, or she would have been "Neil Patrick Harris") (not as Doogie Howser, but as Neil Patrick Harris in "Harold and Kumar

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-71067695902937330302009-02-24T10:31:00.005-06:002009-02-24T11:10:05.927-06:00

Heh.  Yeah, I know.  Crack.  I said it.I wish I could laugh about it, but in this case I am very sad to say that that isn't possible right now.  I knew this was coming--in fact, I've been expecting it.  I just didn't know how much it was going to get to me.The armor is around my heart, and I am afraid that it is broken.  I don't know it I wear it to keep things out, or to keep them in, but either

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Kinda weird.  Until I sat down to write today, I did not realize that my ennui seems to have just evaporated.  Which is a prime example of why I try not to spout off 'in the moment'.  Seems like if I mull chit over long enough, it all kinda either works itself out or my anger/pain/confusion fades enough that it no longer reigns supreme in my life.  Either way, I feel much mo' betterer.What I

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Heh. I said she's gonna blow. *snort* Too bad I tickle myself so easily-for YA'LL, not for me!So I've been thinking a lot about yesterday's post, and what is making me so supremely wormy, and I think I fingered something out. And before I delve into this, let me start by saying this is not about YOU *looks to the west* or about anyone else in particular, so don't go getting your knickers all

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Gah times four.  I am out of sorts.  Not cross, really.  Just wormy.  Uncomfortable in myne own skin.  The sun is out and it is a pretty day, but there is something brittle about it, and I am dreading getting out and on the road.  When the kids used to get like this, the Innocent Bystander would hit them with the old "Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess I'll go eat worms."  That doesn't

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Pardon me whilst I scream bloody murder. Whilst I've been sitting around having this wonderful glamourous life for the last couple of days, I've been focusing on a few things that chap my ass, and I thought that I would share them with you, thereby participating in my friend Christine's theme for the month over at Strange Pilgram, "Suck It."First off, two phrases that I have heard quite enough of

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I don't know what has happened since the Innocent Bystander left, but by all indications, when he left my body quit producing testosterone.  That is the only explanation I can come up with.For one thing, as I already mentioned, I am just one quick leg hump away from the mother of all big O's.  This did start before he left, but it has gotten progressively worse as time has passed.  I can just see

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I can just imagine the conversation."Are we there yet?""Stop touching me.  She won't stop touching me.""Stop touching me.  She won't stop touching me.""MOM!  She won't stop touching me and now she's copying me.""MOM!  She won't stop touching me and now she's copying me."I see mom studiously keeping her eyes on the road.  She is not remembering trips like these from when she was a kid.  She has

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I figured since we were on the subject of bathroom habits in different parts of the world (we were? No one informed us!) I would continue on that thread. To catch some of you up, we have established that it is recommended that you DON'T flush toilet paper into Costa Rica's delicate septic systems and that some people in certain areas of Nigeria do not know how to use toilets-they are used to

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He knows me too well.  For Valentines Day, I got the first set of pics of Igor in Nigeria.I also received this little gem from him this week (unedited):the cleaning guy came to me and asked me to talk to the 2 mo po's    they are muslem  and they keep standing on the toilet seat to shit and are making a messwhy the fuck would somebody do that?how do you go tell somebody they have to sit ,, not

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-72523249225667895132009-02-13T08:33:00.006-06:002009-02-13T09:31:06.901-06:00

*Sings at the top of her lungs*...is making me wait.  It's keeping me WAYAYAYAYAYATING...You would think that after a while I would calm down about traveling, but it seems the opposite is true.I don't know exactly what it is about this trip as opposed to the one we just took to Costa Rica, but I am walking around like an orgasm waiting to happen.  I would think that the Unit Innocent Bystander

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Yesterday was errand day-I had to go to the dentist, get my oil changed, visit with my mother in law for awhile for her birthday.  I'm not sure if anyone knows which one it actually was-the Innocent Bystander asked me, and I had no idea.  She said my brother in law Frankie asked her how it felt to be 82 and she said she felt pretty good, but that she thinks she's only 78.  Hard to tell, because

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-23117285869399693962009-02-09T16:24:00.003-06:002009-02-09T17:12:59.095-06:00

One of the things I love most about blogging is the way it has connected me more to the world through our common Blogsville.  One of the things I love least about blogging is the way it has connected me more to the world through our common Blogsville.I love learning something new every day, and I love this 'meeting' new people.  That little Feedjit gadget in the bottom right corner of the page is

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Since it is El Juevo's birthday, I am on limited time, so I fingered I would take the 'easy' way out and participate in this week's Sunday Stealings, "Get To Know Your Friends".  I know, I know...you've had about all you can take of this getting to know you crap, but like I said, folks. Limited time.Before I start though, I did want to say "GO SEAWOLVES".  They pulled one out of their collective

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I love Splenda.  I think we've established that.  But personally?  I have no interest in getting a gram of fiber in every pack.  My coffee already has body, thank you very much.  AND it has its laxative properties as it is-I certainly don't need any more fiber greasing up THOSE wheels.*blinks*Oh, shit.  I wrote that down.  I thought it was just in my head.I had thought I was going to start out

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Remember Pura Vida? Pura Vida, or Pure Life, is many things.  For one thing, it has been turned into a marketing tool for Costa Rica.  Probably a full third of the souvenirs (is that REALLY how it's spelled?  That just goes against my grain.  Just sayin'.) use it as the 'signature' of Costa Rica.  Because really, it is a philosophy of sorts, and one I can really subscribe to.  Not necessarily '

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-55009816489307129542009-02-05T08:49:00.004-06:002009-02-05T09:30:32.605-06:00

Gah.  My coffee is off.  I forgot to put the lid on the pot so it did not fully drip through, and it tastes weak and weird. I got the Innocent Bystander off yesterday with no major malfunctions.  Dar and I were going to go to the outlet mall, but between her bum knee and the subfreezing temperatures, we decided to hell with that idea.  We met at Starbucks/Barnes and Nobles for a cuppa and for me

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"The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things:  Of shoes, and ships and sealing wax, Of cabbages and kings..."It has been a wonderful hitch, but like all good things, it was bound to come to an end.  The Innocent Bystander leaves tomorrow to go back to Nigeria.  Normally, this would be a melancholy day for me, but for some reason I can't wipe this silly grin off my face.  Could be

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-6125112258310169402009-02-02T13:07:00.006-06:002009-02-02T14:32:48.033-06:00

We left Jaco with Mario about ten and told him we just wanted a leisurely drive back to San Jose, and that we wanted to stop at the soda that we'd stopped at on our first day for lunch.  He started out with his MP3 player playing some really offensive rap crap that was in english.  I mean, this stuff was the epitome of why I hate most rap-fuck the bitches and stab the cops shit and n----- this

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I need to take a break from the Costa Rica story to catch ya'll up on what has been going on around here as I listen to the Innocent Bystander's playlist for this, the Eve of the holiest day of football season.There has been widespread panic in Pascagoula and Moss Point for the last few days.  Our local cable company, CableOne, has been in a dispute with their NBC feed, WPMI.  Unbeknownst to us,

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-10690411076491147782009-01-30T13:19:00.017-06:002009-01-30T14:47:01.173-06:00

Our final day in Jaco was devoted to the birds and the bees, and the flowers and the trees *hums* and the sta...*whacks self upside the head*  Sorry 'bout that.  Musta been something I...oh, nevermind.  We decided to devote the morning to a little place called NeoFauna, a butterfly farm that also has an indigenous frog and snake collection.  The proceeds from this place go to support a jaguar

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When we arrived in Costa Rica we were picked up by a driver who had been arranged for us by Jan and Greg at the hotel.  Mario is a charming fellow who has been driving for them for the five years since the hotel has been open, and were they ever lucky to snap him up!  He is very passionate and knowledgeable about his country, and was careful to speak clearly and slowly so that we two gringos

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We only had a couple of objectives when we went to Costa Rica.  We wanted to do a canopy tour, and we wanted to see birds and poison dart frogs and wildlife in general.  We decided to focus on one objective a day, and that we would start with the canopy tour.We got a taxi after talking to the hotel owners (who book all the tours for you, and they have a book of about a million things to do) and

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Anybody still in here?  I have missed you all so much, myne friends.I had a minor meltdown.  I told you all about the Innocent Bystander getting a bit peeved about a post I made.  Since then, whenever I've mentioned sitting down to write, he's gotten this look of distaste on his face or come up with something else we need to do.  Don't get me wrong-he's not being an asshole about it, but his

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-52615648696474159812009-01-19T09:01:00.003-06:002009-01-19T09:27:35.098-06:00

How I can manage to write anything on this dusty computer is beyond me, but since Dar is standing over me threatening to disown me if I don't post something, I fingered I would at least let ya'll know I'm alive.I DO plan on posting more about our trip, and I've NOT decided to quit blogging.  I think I just tripped over a bump in the road to Blogsville.  I was traveling along my merry way, minding

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We're baaaa-aaaack! Didja miss me? Didja? Huh? Huh?We had a blast. Costa Rica is a beautiful country, and the people there are very proud of it and very aware of what a fragile ecological balance beam they must walk to promote tourism but still protect the things that make it so attractive.I guess you all heard that within an hour of our arrival, the country was hit with a 6.2 tremblar which

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-33557671046971357742009-01-03T11:56:00.007-06:002009-01-03T13:02:15.217-06:00

We have been taking it easy the last few days, but at the same time, we've been very busy. We've done some shopping and some loving, some cavorting in our nice odor free shower, some football watching and some drinking.  We've done a whole lot of researching on our upcoming trip, and are both pretty much packed, although we don't leave here until Wednesday evening. I still have quite a lot of

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-63432696892269643152009-01-01T13:36:00.009-06:002009-01-01T15:05:10.223-06:00

We got up later than usual this morning.  The birds let us sleep until nine, which is unheard of. (Maybe what was unheard was the birds?)  We got up and took care of them, me downing two full bottles of icy water in the process, which could have been disastrous, but I managed to keep it down.  I knew at that point that there was no way in hell I could look a cup of coffee in the face so I set my

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-15614845582524847422008-12-31T10:28:00.005-06:002008-12-31T11:17:27.754-06:00

*tries to work up a blush* *fails miserably*Nice weather we're having.  How's the kids?  Your mama?  (Hush, Dar-I KNOW how yo' mama is.)Does everyone have their New Years resolutions all ready to drag out tomorrow?  I must admit, I have not been giving them enough thought what with having my brains addled regularly for three days and all, but I'm working on them.  I have mixed feelings about the

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-49579189122394674522008-12-29T08:53:00.006-06:002008-12-29T08:57:53.317-06:00

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*looks around excitedly*  I feel like one of those little rat dogs that pee a little when they get all wound up.  Better not be rubbin' MY belly today unless you mean it.  Did I mention that today is THE DAY?  Fifty five very long days ago, the Innocent Bystander took off for Nigeria, and as of five minutes ago, his plane was about a half inch off the coast of Mauritania, give or take a

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-40898100435062909082008-12-27T09:24:00.010-06:002008-12-27T11:03:39.275-06:00

*sings at the top of her lungs*  TOOOMORROWWW!  TOOOOMORROWWW!  I'LL BOINK YA!  TOOOMORROWWW!  IT'S ONLY...A DAAAAYYYYY....AHHH.....WAAAAYYYYYY!!!   YOWZA!How nice.  That got the birdies going better than the Good Morning Jesus song did this morning. They must know Daddy's coming home.  I'm going to give them the benefit of the doubt, anyway, 'cuz otherwise I'm fixing to make me some African Grey

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-66601707385378059392008-12-26T09:26:00.013-06:002008-12-26T11:26:13.741-06:00

Sorry I'm late.  I've been chasing curly bird turds with a high pressure hose this morning-BEFORE I had my coffee!  Touch me.  G'head.Yesterday was loverly.  The very Innocent Bystander woke me up with the first of many phone calls wishing me a Merry Christmas.  After giving ya'll a heads up, I separated out all of El Juevo's presents and loaded everything up and headed over to the house.  I know

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-21834068257740813932008-12-25T19:55:00.002-06:002008-12-25T20:00:59.262-06:00

Just a note because I don't want to be responsible for anyone passing out from holding their breath waiting for my supposed "real post" for today. *snort*  The day is, for the most part, in the can, so I feel safe in saying it was, in many ways, one of my best Christmases ever.  Please don't take offense, but I am selfishly going to take tonight to savor it all by myself, roll it around awhile in

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Nope.  Sorry to get your hopes up *snort*(I know, I know...you lose SLEEP waiting for my pearls of wisdom, no?) but this is not an actual post.  I just looked outside and realized that the fog is not lifting.  It is, in fact, descending.  Which means I need to get my ass in gear.Santa Clause stopped by here sometime last night and left a pile of presents wrapped in purple that I need to go

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-48031557586465553042008-12-24T09:06:00.006-06:002008-12-24T10:21:42.426-06:00

I am so conflicted this morning.My brother called me at the asscrack of dawn this morning to quiz me on who likes what candywise.  He then informed me that the laptop deal he was counting on for my niece had fallen through, and that she was having a meltdown.I love this child, but my goodness, she is spoiled rotten.  I am grasping at straws trying to come up with a way for my brother to fulfill

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-27523862631906454692008-12-23T09:27:00.006-06:002008-12-23T10:55:42.691-06:00

Holy crap on a stick!  Yesterday I was all blase' because there were DAYS until Christmas.  I even *looks around surreptitiously and whispers* took a nap.  What the hell was I thinking?  I don't even know how I managed to, given that I am generally unable to sleep in the daytime.  Truth?  I did not set foot outside of the houseboat yesterday other than to go to the end of my gangway to feed the

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-80126208430784816862008-12-22T08:26:00.008-06:002008-12-22T09:49:25.775-06:00

What a difference a day makes.  I had the air conditioners running yesterday, and today the damn space heaters can't keep up.  This houseboat is drafty and has no insulation whatsoever.  I wish there was some way to shrink wrap it.  *head thumps self*  There I go, wasting another wish!  The Innocent Bystander had a mate once who used to get onto him every time he said he wished something on the

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-37622340637553374192008-12-21T10:12:00.010-06:002008-12-21T11:33:22.534-06:00

As soon as I hit publish yesterday, a houseboat came around the bend in the river, but it kept on going. So far, no new neighbor. From what I understand, there is a houseboat that will have to be moved in order for the eighty footer to fit next to us, and the owner of that boat has been hard to locate.  If I was guessing, I would say they are HIDING, because I am sure they don't want to have to

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-90980395710095740632008-12-20T09:33:00.008-06:002008-12-20T10:56:14.956-06:00

I just have a feeler that it is going to be one of those days.As I was puttering around this morning, I noticed that there were patches of blue in the sky for the first time in a week or so, so I decided that today would be an outside day.  I had big intentions of taking a boat ride up the river and getting back to nature, but evidently nature has other plans.  In the last hour it has clouded

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-44219877584286801232008-12-19T09:53:00.008-06:002008-12-19T10:57:06.065-06:00

Nemo keeps asking me, "What are you doing?" Like he doesn't know what I'm doing.  I'm cleaning up your POOP, numbnuts.  I am scraping it off the bars of your cage.  I am sucking up your feathers.  I am 'gimme that beak'ing you.  I am scrubbing grape peels and raspberry carcasses off the walls and windows and washer.Feathers, by the way?  *shakes head*  They suck.  You think of feathers and the

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-8781850612225316992008-12-18T10:36:00.009-06:002008-12-18T12:41:05.859-06:00

Today is the day! Can you feel the excitement?  Don't you feel special?  One hundred posts-who'da thunk it?!?  I'm sure the Innocent Bystander is surprised, given that he's witnessed more than one of my fancies abandoned once the new car smell wore off.  I guess the heady aroma of burning brain dust is what keeps me coming back.From what I've been able to gather from the hundreds of blogs I read

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Just a quick note to document the day as I need to get to bed early and get lots of rest. Tomorrow will be my 100th post, so I will need plenty of time to do the traditional 100th blog jig for ya'll.I got up at the buttcrack of dawn (I actually woke up at 4:30am, 30 minutes before my alarm was set for, although I continued to lay there and wait for it to go off (heh) then hit the snooze alarm

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-3924370411271249042008-12-16T09:55:00.010-06:002008-12-16T10:52:45.755-06:00

Gah. I woke up this morning to pouring down rain. I wanted so badly to just lay there and listen to it whilst drifting in and out of those wonderful seven minute dreams that only happen on rainy mornings, but the birds can't just take care of themselves, so I dragged my ass out of bed. I haven't been sleeping well because I've been taking Alli again and while my body gets used to it I have to

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I had to take El Juevo to school this morning for his exams, so I was in a rush, and frankly, I just wasn't feeling it.  I think this is the first time in about a month and a half where I didn't wake up with something "on my fingers".  Sorry, but that's how it works for me, folks.  Either it's there or it isn't.  I think part of it is because of how squirrelly I've been feeling.  When I am not on

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Friday night, I went to bed with visions of sugarplums dancing in my head.  I tossed and turned all night, so excited I was unable to sleep.  Just one more night to get through until the day I'd waited for for weeks would be here.  I lay there idly watching the sugarplums and candy canes and reviewed the past year.  Had I been naughty, or nice?  There was a LOT of giggling going on as I

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-24893543072077714472008-12-13T08:20:00.009-06:002008-12-13T08:33:45.697-06:00

I swear that today is going to be the last day of running from dawn to dark for awhile.  Really. No.  REALLY.Believe it or not, Dar and I ended up going to Mobile yet again, yesterday.  She was even the one to suggest it!  Way to pour on the comment guilt, ya'll!  Very effective. *nods*  Will have to make a note of that.Unfortunately, it wasn't really a pleasure trip, and as I was feeling rather

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I am having a crisis this morning.  I only have enough Coffeemate (Italian Sweet Cream flavor, thank you very much) for ONE cup of coffee this morning.  PLUS, I have to take El Juevo to school this morning, and guess what?  The little turd won't answer his farking phone, so he's probably still asleep, which means he is going to be late, because you know what?  He's TWENTY ONE YEARS OLD and I

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-32804737420223851472008-12-11T10:47:00.010-06:002008-12-11T12:13:50.466-06:00

I didn't want to say anything until we had something firm...*gasps*  Please.  Someone.  STOP ME!*bitch slaps self, once AGAIN*Okay.  Mo' betterer now. *clears throat*  What I was trying to say before I was so RUDELY interrupted... *snicker* (see?  I don't NEED anyone to entertain me...I do just FINE by myself.)*closes eyes and mutters Muladhara Muladhara Muladhara*  Ahem.  Holy moly.  I am on it

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-51183335000909674822008-12-10T10:09:00.011-06:002008-12-10T11:47:02.050-06:00

I can't believe I just sat here and drank a WHOLE pot of Starbucks Christmas Blend coffee.  I am freakin' VIBRATING, so if this contains typos...so sorry! ^shrug^ I did manage to get Dar over here on the pretense of getting the Christmas lights more securely attached to the roof before the supposedly 60 mile an hour winds that were predicted hit. Thankfully, that prediction did not come to pass.

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Oy.  Could that be my post today?  Just "Oy"?  Dar and I have been running around like two chickens with our heads cut off for the last week or so.  I will spare you that graphic since I've already had to look at one headless chicken this year, but believe me when I say I am making myself dizzy.We made our trip to Mobile on Saturday.  We started out at the flea market, but it was so cold under

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A little background for those of you who haven't been with me the whole three months I've been blogging.  My husband works as a jackup boat captain on a boat in Nigeria.  The captain who runs the boat when he comes home for his off time lives in Guadalajara, Mexico, and both of them have to obtain Nigerian work visas each time they go home before they can return to work.  This means they have no

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-90464115485742216662008-12-07T09:09:00.011-06:002008-12-07T10:00:27.772-06:00

I got up this morning and 'did' the birds, then decided to eat something before I had my coffee. Normally coffee IS the breakfast, but I was stalling whilst I mulled this post over, because it will be a little bit of a departure from the 'normal' trainwreck you come here each morning to crane your neck at.  (Don't worry.  I know this blog is not pretty.  It's just human instinct to want to see

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-16762659306129309852008-12-06T07:17:00.006-06:002008-12-06T08:00:52.618-06:00

I was IMing with the Innocent Bystander yesterday because the phone connection sucked. (Vonage, by the way? *shakes head* Don't even THINK about it.)  I was catching him up on what I've been doing lately and what Dar and I have planned for today.  It was his turn to type something, so I waited, watching the little dialogue box.  And waited.  Finally, I saw that he was typing something.  It read "

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On our way to the mall yesterday, I asked Dar to promise me she would 'do something' with me once we got there.  She looked at me and said "Since when do I have a choice in the matter once you get an idea into your head?  Tell me ONE TIME in thirty three years I have gotten my way in ANYTHING?"  I thought about it for a minute and said "Okay.  You and I are going to go get our picture taken with

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I think I got it!I don't know if it was so much the peanut brittle, or if it was more the act of delivering it to my parents and my brother that did it for me, but I think I turned a little corner yesterday on the old spirit front.  Especially meeting my brother-we were both actually on the same road when I called him and we met in the middle.  It was just a drop and run, but that seems to be

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I think I have established that I am waxing nostalgic this year more than most.  I'm not sure why that is, although it probably has something to do with (very) empty nest syndrome.  The Innocent Bystander is way far away, Number Won Son is back in Dover, (and has to have eye surgery, so he will not be going anywhere sandy through the holidays, praise the Lord and pass the ammunition) and El Juevo

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What does she want, you ask?  Well, I want you to bear with me, because I do have a point, although I have a feeler that this morning it may take me awhile to get to it, because I am going to try to break this down for you Barney style, as myne wyfe would say.I have established already that the Innocent Bystander works in what I tongue in cheek refer to as the Fatherland, Nigeria.  His boss owns

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All good things must come to an end, so I had to take the kids back to the airport for their trip home today.  Of course I had to have a chaperone for the way home, so Dar graciously agreed to accompany us once again.Despite some Godawful traffic, we did manage to get them to the airport in plenty of time to make their flight.  We had decided ahead of time that if the weather was decent and the

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-52088407537517777182008-11-30T08:57:00.007-06:002008-11-30T09:59:34.646-06:00

I got a huge compliment yesterday.  El Juevo (pictured above) and I were eating lunch at a restaurant yesterday and this little boy ran by us who had a squeaker in one shoe.  It was precious, squeak stomp, squeak stomp, squeak stomp, so we were laughing and commenting on how cute he was.  As his mother caught up with him, she realized what we were laughing about and started telling us about this

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-15497630644175250352008-11-29T08:46:00.007-06:002008-11-29T09:24:51.500-06:00

Eyes: Look like two peeholes in the snow, but present. Check.Mouth: Something either died or shat in there, but all teeth accounted for. Check.Stomach: Amazingly enough, fine AND dandy, and looking forward to lunch at High Cotton. Will wonders never cease?Brain: Don't go there.Girl+Misfits Thanksgiving+beer=

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-57632564341506003542008-11-28T10:33:00.010-06:002008-11-28T11:20:18.668-06:00

We had a very nice Thanksgiving. The food was wonderful although we all looked at the *gulp* barley salad and looked at my mom and left that dish pretty much sitting by her plate. She does not eat anything "that nurtures its young" so she's always coming up with something weird with raisins or some crap in it that no one else will eat. To my credit, I did eat two FULL bites of it, and it did not

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-80376782684526093622008-11-27T07:34:00.007-06:002008-11-27T08:24:56.316-06:00

Random memories of Thanksgiving, in no particular order:Picking up the whole platter of turkey (at age 3) and taking it in to my Grandma Schuckert's bedroom because she had had surgery and couldn't come to the table to eat.My Grandpa Davis and his rhubarb and mincemeat pies.Sitting at the little kids' table, wondering when the magic year would be that I would get to sit with the grownups.  Sadly,

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-26114183699599344492008-11-26T08:06:00.009-06:002008-11-26T09:34:38.859-06:00

Yesterday was a whirlwind.Have you been to an IMAX theater?  It is a rather disconcerting experience for someone with a delicate at best equilibrium.  Just getting into the theater itself was a trip-it seemed like I'd been transported into one of my online games as I entered the spiraling hallway.  It felt like I was entering a shell (which would have turned the Innocent Bystander ON, as he finds

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-87624711335200992952008-11-25T09:02:00.005-06:002008-11-25T09:31:57.676-06:00

Just a quickie this morning, although I may do an update this afternoon.Dar is on her way over, and we are going to take Ronny and Jamie over to Mobile for the day. We plan to do lunch, then go to the museum's IMAX theater to watch "Hurricane on the Bayou" (for some reason, my fingers wanted to type "Tom Petty and the Bayou Crotch People" there) and then we are going to go see what looks yummy at

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-85527737500662015852008-11-24T11:13:00.007-06:002008-11-24T15:09:41.516-06:00

I woke up not knowing today was going to be such a special day.  As per usual, I got up and did the bird cages and veggies, made my coffee and sat down at the 'puter.  I knew I had to take El Juevo to school this morning, so I didn't plan on writing anything until I got back, so I just settled down with a cuppa and went straight to my Google reader.  Now, I have kind of a ritual with my reader (

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-68243412799525069742008-11-23T08:52:00.007-06:002008-11-23T09:36:45.918-06:00

Oh shit, oh dear.  Literally.I just sat down with a cup of coffee so strong that my teeth should have dissolved as soon as the first drop sizzled through my lips, and as I began my descent into the very personal nest I've constructed here, Ahab rushed over to the edge of his cage and projectile shat at me.  Seems this soft diet coupled with the fruit juices I've been pushing on him have enabled

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-32115707337711134152008-11-22T06:30:00.005-06:002008-11-22T06:48:59.983-06:00

I'm really missing the Innocent Bystander.  I rectom it is because I have all the rest of my family close for a change, and it just doesn't feel complete without him.  I also have an assload of running around to do today and don't feel like lugging this 'puter around with me trying to find wifi hotspots to post from today, so I'm going to keep it short and sweet.I have had several people ask me

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-81452321652765813062008-11-21T21:23:00.002-06:002008-11-21T21:25:31.181-06:00

I really do try to focus on the positive, the funny, the twisted and the weird.  And I suppose that in retrospect, I will, but tonight?  I just feel lonely.  I'm not really sad, per se.  My kids are all home, I got to go out to dinner with my parents to a restaurant I've wanted to try for a long time and I have successfully uploaded "9 1/2 Weeks" to my IPhone for my viewing pleasure later this

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-21654860491091634342008-11-21T09:00:00.006-06:002008-11-21T19:37:10.441-06:00

Once again, I'd like to congratulate Pearl, who won the IPhone giveaway contest.  I wish I had more of them to give away, because they really are phenomenal tools. (Heh.  I said tools.)  You never know-with my luck, next month they will come out with a new, improved 4G model which naturally I will have to have.  Just in case, I will make sure that my new IPhone gets no MRI's unless we REALLY

derfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-2766329483756340482008-11-20T17:01:00.001-06:002008-11-20T17:02:29.349-06:00

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