I think I’m losing what little Texas accent I had…you be the judge…Here’s a little holiday cheer for all you peeps out there.
Rod Blagojevich is a nasty, blisterous pustule on the face of Illinois and must be scrubbed from every crevice of our political skin at once.
And he lives just a mile from my home. Should I? Toilet paper his lawn? Nah….he’s not worth wasting a good roll. After all, we are experiencing a recession.
And if you have problems pronouncing his name, as I did when I first moved here, simply yell, “Blech! OY, a bitch!”
And so, in honor of his birthday, which was yesterday, by the way, I give you a song by Weird Al.
(the guy in the video isn’t Weird Al, just a guy I thought was hilarious)
What's that awful noise?????
About a month ago my husband and I were walking down Michigan Avenue in downtown Chicago. This is in what is called “The Gold Coast” because it’s the second most expensive place to live in the nation. We were walking calmly, chatting, avoiding the throngs of people heading to the larger than life Apple store, or the two-story Victoria’s Secret, or whichever sites they wanted to see, when I suddenly heard this awful screeching noise. As we continued walking, the noise became more intense and more annoying. I thought it was an emergency vehicle but there was none around. I stopped, looked around and yelled above the din,
“What’s that noise?” I strained my neck trying to figure out where this racket was coming from! My husband grinned in his lopsided way, turned me around. and pointed to a man sitting on the sidewalk, playing the saxophone just two feet away from me.
“It’s him, sweetie!”
“Oh,” My brow furrowed and I strained to distinguish the notes and then began to smile. “Ah! Now I get it!” I said to my wonderful husband who just smiled and kissed me.
What he failed to mention (and finally told me tonight) was that the poor man undoubtedly heard my loud exclamation, because the moment I said it, my husband saw the man’s eyes shoot me a WTF? look, but when I turned to him at last, he gave no indication he’d heard me.
My husband also mentioned that the man had, indeed, been playing very badly. I guess it’s a good thing I’m still hard of hearing with my implant. It saves me from badly-performed music, but then, I just get the noise part of it.
I’ve been busy as a bee making things for christmas. I’d like some opinions of people who read my site about the stuff I’m making. I have a pretty good idea what I’m making for my nieces – mostly little purses and journals with cute covers. I used an idea I found in the book Fabric Leftovers and I’m loving the results! I’m also considering “Dammit Dolls” for the older kids and maybe my brothers!
However, I have no idea if I should make something for the nephews or just get them a cool book. Any crafty ideas for 15 and 11 year old boys would be great! So far, here’s what I’ve got:
A girly tie necklace made for wearing with attitude!
A funky velour beret with unusual accent.
Filed under Cool Stuff, Life
To Rush Limbaugh.
How many people know he lost his hearing back in 2001 due to Autoimmune Inner Ear Disease? It can cause hearing loss as a result of the hair nerves in the cochlea dying. His loss was fairly sudden. Mine wasn’t. My hearing loss spanned over 20 years…a long and painful process. I asked him a few questions about it and other things, but I’m going to withhold exactly what I asked until I hear back from him, which, realistically, may be never.
But I have made a vow. I will not do a full and complete commentary on him until I have given him a chance to respond and rebut…I gave the man my word, even if he never reads it.
I should be ready to post about him in a couple weeks.