Sigh......

When I'm having a bad day --er, week-- like this one, I find that if I look at this



or this



then maybe this...



click here for a sec...



Hmmmmm.....sorry, did you say something? Whoa! Zoned out there for a while! What was I saying? Oh, yeah - I feel better for a few minutes.

This?



---A little disturbing. Then I remember he's European. Then I'm fine again.

Hmmmmm........

Surely there is a way to get this beauty and its twin to, well - not exist - anymore during Clutter Buster weekend. Unfortunately, they were grandfathered in when we moved in together. Of course, Lovey would NOT understand why I want them gone.

Random Cell Phone Pictures

Giant cupcake to commemorate Swiduggar's last day:

While informative, work-sponsored classes are also rather boring. Pretty spaceship!

He ded.

Why the heck is there a cardboard box with a plaster head in it in the flowerbed? That's what I said.

I soooo parallel-parked this behemoth at the Towne Center!! Yes, there was a car in front of me when I did it.

This one's just for my Mom. Is this what you wanted to do with Granddaddy's car?

The Zed

What could be *more funnerer* than zipping down the Dorch with the top down blasting Guns N Roses? Nuthin'

Not So Long Distance Dedications

With all due respect to Kasey Kasem, I have a few dedications I'd like to make:

To the person(s) driving the black Smartcar on Saturday: tinting the windows does NOT make you look cooler. (Although Lovey may have nailed it when he said they might be tinted them because they were so embarrassed to be driving a glorified Matchbox.)

To the Joe Dirt in the old Camaro who tried to race me down Dorchester on Sunday: I was not trying to race you; I was trying to get to the grocery store before the heavens opened and drenched me with rain. And yeah, I would have taken you if I hadn't been in the little BMW.

To the woman in the flip-flops....and pajama pants....and bra-less tank top who came in my office yesterday: when you learn how to dress yourself to go out in public, I will consider you a serious client. Until then, do not be surprised if I do not fall all over myself to assist you. That crap might fly in Walmart, but not in my fine establishment.

To the 27-month pregnant woman in Superwally today: I hope for your sake - and my eyes - that you give birth soon. Because the belly hanging out of your top? Ewww.
PS - They have this thing called a "pacifier" now. If inserted correctly, it will keep your toddler's shrieking from being heard from produce to tire center.

Until next time: keep your feet on the ground, and keep reaching for the stars.

Fripp!

Views from the deck:






There were at least six deer in the front yard at one time! They were so friendly they were eating out of Lovey's hand.







Fripp Sunset

One Good Name

The opinions expressed here are merely the opinion (and only opinion) of a girl sitting on her couch in beautiful South Carolina.

Today I'm going to talk about the correlation between Mark Sanford and Steve McNair. I can hear you saying "huh?" but stick with me.

When I was growing up, my dad always said "You only have one good name. It's up to you what you do with it". To which I probably said in my head "shut up! shut up! shut up! OK! Whatever!" But the older I get, the more I *get* it. Which leads me to these two.

Mark Sanford

I've put off saying anything about him yet because he has only just now shut his pie hole. Everyday some other ridiculousness has fallen out of his mouth. When his story first broke a few weeks ago, he was supposedly wandering the Appalachian trail to clear his head. Something poetic along the lines of Thoreau or Walt Whitman (and you know what whackadoos they were!). Then the real story hit. Our 'pillar of family values' governor was off in Argentina living it up with his mistress - over Father's Day weekend. Nice, A$$hat. Then Gooberjob had the nerve to say in print that he was going to "try" to fall back in love with his wife. I hope Jenny says "thanks but no thanks" to that egotistical self-centered freakshow. Sorry, got a little carried away there......Anyhoo! Team Jenny! But only if she ditches him for good. Damn, but I wish he'd just been crazy.

Steve McNair
The only thing I know about him is what I've read yesterday and today about his death. He was found shot to death in a Nashville condo along with a 20-year old woman who was also shot. They are now speculating murder-suicide. Several days earlier, she was pulled over for DUI along with McNair in an Escalade which was registered to her and McNair. McNair leaves behind a WIFE and FOUR SONS. Hmmm, same as our governor. The press says his wife is devastated.

Here's my point. The legacy these two guys leave behind for their kids probably won't be their achievements in politics and sports as much as the sullied name that each has created for themselves. Each had a good name that has been forever been marked in controversy and scandal.

Whitney said "the children are our future - teach them well and let them lead the way". Hopefully their mothers will teach them the character their fathers' actions have not.