That Time Again

It's that time again, I dearly love Dancing with the Stars. I just hate the first couple of weeks. Getting through the not-so-good people really bores me. Picking this show up in the middle of it's run is my favorite time. It seems a bit chaotic to me this time. I guess cause there are so many couples starting. Hopefully it will be a fierce competition. I'm anxiously awaiting Michael Irving. Something about those NFL players and their dancing abilities amaze me. Then again, the fellow in this picture, Aaron Carter, wow. I'm not a Carter follower, but he could dance.

Patiently Waiting

My friend Duke took this picture with his cell phone. They are his neighbor's cats Hemi and Rastus. Aren't they funny? He really needs to send this into some magazine to win a prize. His neighbor said the fat cat sitting on the tailgate catches hummingbirds. He must be all amazing muscle if he's catching hummingbirds. Good thing that poor little birdie is up high!

Enough is Enough

It's Wednesday. The MTV awards were Sunday. I still cannot get over the spoiled brat antics of Kanye. What a baby. Taylor Swift did not deserve this big jerk spoiling her big moment.

The kicker was reading comments on the MSN homepage after a report about all of this. One guy blamed it on him being an only child (I took offense to that), another guy blamed it on Obama (this I found to be hilarious, I mean come on) and others supported what he did because they did not feel like she deserved the award (sad). Now of course, we keep him in the spotlight by doing what I am doing right now, bringing him right back to the front page. I wasn't going to do that, but it still pisses me off to think about the whole BS thing. I haven't played my IPod since Sunday. I do have one Kanye song on there. I bought it, it's paid for. I will erase it. I have to, he's a rude idiot. I do dearly love older hiphop and some rap. However, I'd love to see the whole rap/crap community come together and blacklist him.

Ironically, I think it's a good thing it happened like this. Had a white man done that to Beyonce, we'd be in civil war right now. He set the tone and will never, ever have to be responsible. Why? He's already had more air time than he deserves and he's apologized all over the place. I don't buy any of it. He got exactly what he wanted, he made his point, it doesn't really matter if he's truly sorry or not.

Oh, and a message someone left on MSN said something about his mama. How his mama would be appalled at his behavior. Now for you folks that read my blog have noticed my sign on the side bar. It says something like this, "men turn out just like their moms wanted them to...
Kanye is a product of everything his mama thought was right. Had she taught him respect, he would have clapped his hands as Taylor received her award and kept his unhappy thoughts to himself.

Enough about Kanye. But for the record, I hate Beyonce's song "Put a Ring On It". I hate it. What little I've the seen the video, it didn't have anything to do with a ring. Why don't we put a muzzle on it already...

Suggestions Please

In recent conversation, we have decided we want to go to the Biltmore Estate. I've been wanting to do this for a very long time. As much as I would like to go in the winter to their candlelight tour, we can't. Maybe sometime in the summer, after May. Have any of you been there and if so are there any suggestions? We are on a budget so keep that in mind. While you were there, were there any side trips or other places of interest you also suggest? I'm excited and cannot wait to hear you responses.

What Do You Do?

What on earth do you do when you realize you've made a huge mistake and there's no way out? I'm in a quandry. I've made a big mistake and do not know what to do...

Electric

The theme for PhotoHunt Saturday is Electric. I've cheated a little. A friend saw this photo and really thought the lights were glowing from this home. Actually it was the sunsetting on the visitor's center at the lake. This picture was taken as I was walking back across the dam.

God Bless America

Never forgetting the day we were attacked, I hope and I pray that we never, ever have to endure that again. September 11, 2001, is embedded in my mind forever. I'll never forget that horrible morning and the cusiously cautious days that followed. God Bless America!!

I Like Country Music (not for the faint hearted)

My hubby announced to me the other day he found a new radio station that plays older country music and he really liked it. Mmmmm, okay, soooo. Well, he REALLY likes it. I have to admit I like older country music myself. On my terms. So now if it's not Cardinal Baseball, a Mizzou game, it's older country music. He created a rule several years ago when we first started dating. That rule is whoever drives gets choice radio. Okay, I could deal with that or so I thought. Not really, I tolerate that, because he ALWAYS drives no matter. Even throws a little hissy if I run to the car to drive. I fold. It's just easier that way and I've conditioned myself to sleep anytime he drives.

So on to my real story. This morning on the way to work, listening to the older country music station, a particular song reminded me of something that happened just a little over 3 years ago. (The following story is not intended to offend anyone. Please stop reading if you feel bleeped words may affect you. I do not want to offend. I do believe I'm not the only one to have an experience like this. Well, sorta.)

This droning song should not play to my ears on my way to work. But it did and probably will again. The song drones on...

As you know my husband suffered a big heart attack just prior to his 45th birthday 3 years ago. Around this same time my grandfather became very sick and was in the hospital. It was right before the 4th of July. If I remember correctly it was approximately 2:15a.m. The phones rang. I knew I'd be hearing a familiar voice on the other end of the phone telling me grandpa had gone on....I just knew.

Well, I don't know everything. Never claimed to really, just pretended. When I picked up that phone with a groggy "hello" a demonic voice on the other end screeched out, "B***, you'd better quit F******g my husband!!" My friends, I cannot make that statement bold enough. This demonic voice jolted me out of my groggy state, with a , "WHAT did you just say?" Demon voice said, "B****, you HEARD ME, YOU'D BETTER QUIT F******* MY HUSBAND!!!!!" I asked who she was, she replied I already knew that answer. Really? Then she demanded to know who I was. Of course I told her to go first and she called me all kinds of colorful names. We banter for several more minutes. I'm thinking during this time I knew the voice but couldn't place it. She was livid. Since she mistakenly thought I was messing with her lovely husband I asked her how she found out. She didn't find it as humorous as I nor did she want to discuss that part. She just kept screaming for me to tell her who I was...so I did. I gave her my first, maiden and married names. That way there would be no confusion on my part or hers. She must have known who I was because she swallowed a bunch of air and became silent. So then I proceeded to give her my address and that I would leave the light on for her so we could discuss this matter a bit further. She was silent. I also threw in the fact that I loved my husband and no matter how mad I got at him at any given time, I would never, NEVER F*** around on him. After finding out my name and address, I figured she was scared silent. Figuring she'd never discover her husband's lover much less where she lives....

She suddenly broke the silence with a few more spicy names and hung up on me. Unknowing to her, her number showed up on my caller ID. I saved that for a few days later. Of course I went to bed wide awake wondering who that voice belonged to...

The next day I dialed that number. She threatened me and told me not to call her again. So I didn't. I had an older male friend of mine call her. He didn't leave a message, but she left a "nice" little message on her answering service. Fortunately for me, she didn't remember my name.

A week went by and I kinda let it go out of my mind. That is until the phone rang on Sunday afternoon. It was Demon Voice's husband calling. He was very nice and told me he was really, REALLY sorry about his wife calling me and causing a problem. HUH???? I then gave him the what for...I really did. I kindly told him in a sweet voice that my husband was recovering from a big heart attack and my grandfather was dying. I did NOT have time for his or his crazy wife's B*** S***. He understood.

He even added, "my wife is really sorry too. She had too much to drink and she apologizes for her behavior."

"Really?" "Then I want to hear it from her."

"Oh, well, she's taking a nap."

"Wake her up."

"I can't she'd get really upset with me. She needs some sleep."

What I wanted to say, but I was so flabbergasted by this call, I didn't, was, she probably does need her sleep because she was waiting up for your sorry ass all night wondering where in the **** you were. I should've. I did tell him her apology was meaningless to me unless I heard it directly from her. He understood.

Then he ignited the bomb. It went something like this...

"Can you please tell me how your phone number got put into my cell phone?"

NO KIDDING!!! I couldn't believe it. I COULD NOT BELIEVE HE ASKED THIS IGNORANT QUESTION. I screamed, literally screamed, "WHAT??? Is this a f****** joke????" "No, I just want to know why I have your phone number in my cell phone." This man must be cracked. Has to be. He and his stupid wife deserve the misery they cause in each other's lives. They just do. (I don't really believe this, but I felt this way at the time.) He then told me what he had done for a living for the past 10 years hoping that would magically clear everything up. It didn't. It only made me even more mad at this ignorant man. Before the call ended I explained I didn't want to hear from him or his lovely wife ever again.

He told me his name, where he lived and what he did for a living. Amazing. In between the lines I could read just how horrible this marriage really was...how miserable those people made themselves. And I think about what my grandma used to say, "at least by those two being together, there are two less miserable people in the world."

I remembered this story based on an old droning country music song. And I thought to myself, "LISA, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY COUNTRY MUSIC SONGS YOU COULD WRITE BASED ON THESE TWO CONVERSATIONS?????"

Callee in a Quandry

Sitting here yesterday evening pounding away at my computer I see a streak of lightning flash across my side yard. Actually, it wasn't lightning, it was Callee. Quickly followed by her tactless suitor. You remember, the one I told you about last week. The one I want to smack and scoop with my shovel. He chased her up a tree. Away I go to shoo him down, cause believe me, he was only a smidge behind her. Up she went and couldn't figure out how to get down. So I grabbed my camera and shot away coaxing her the whole time to come down. After 30 minutes, she kinda slid down the tree. It took awhile because she kept climbing higher instead of lower. The neighbor had two little bitty girls visiting and they got caught up in the drama with squeals of concern. Callee didn't much care for the squeals of concern, so I ignored her for a bit in hopes that would entice her. That mean old silver cat is gonna get it yet!!!

No, this wasn't the way down. This was Callee tempting fate. Only it didn't work. Chicken cat she became and hiked it up a few more branches. This is the second tree I've pleaded her out of because of that old silverhaired Tom. It's no wonder she likes me, we fight the force together...

Just Too Jazzed To Sleep

For those who have requested Ashley's blog address to be posted, I have added her to my sidebar under Berry Special Places. Her blog is JUST TOO JAZZED TO SLEEP. You shouldn't have any trouble getting to her spot from there. Since I follow several people now I don't add many to my sidebar anymore. I guess this is a very good reason to continue to update my sidebar huh? I'm having trouble navigating when I go to my dashboard. For some reason it takes me to a blog I have not clicked on and then I get a "not responding" message. What's up with that does anyone know? I could use some help. Thanks a bunch and have a great week!!

Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month

In honor of Ashley at I'm Just Too Jazzed To Sleep I am posting the teal Ovarian Cancer Awareness Ribbon on my sidebar. Please take time to support this cause. So many people are fighting to win the war against ovarian cancer. Let's help Ashley win this fight!!!