More and more awards! At this rate, I'll need to set up a separate page for them. They're taking over!

I haven't had time the last few days to get these posted, and I swore there was one other that I can't seem to find now (I'm really not modest at all). So if by chance there's one that I'm missing (honestly, is anyone going to notice? LOL) I apologize, I looked long and hard for it.

This is from Baby Roca's Momma over at Last Shreds Of Sanity. Thank you so much!

I'm supposed to pass this on to 10 bloggers, but by now several of them have also received this award. If you like this, take it. If you want it later, it will be over on my sidebar and free for whomever wants it.

The second award is from Dorkys Ramos from Dry As Toast. Thank YOU so much!

My blogging has been encouraged by the likes of:

IntenseGuy

Ladystyx

Punkn

Wife Of Riley

Alice Kay (private blog)

Each of them, in their own way, has encouraged me with my blogging; whether it's appreciating nature and finding fun and educational ways to blog about it, or finding new ways to look at ordinary things (and blogging about them), or seeing humor in your life (and blogging about it).

Then there's the frustration of blogging, of having it double space everything, and switching over to the Edit Html tab to remove all the code that's causing it, only to have it put it back in there again. And the frustration of having a computer with not enough RAM (will be fixed tomorrow, my own version of Black Friday) that requires over 30 minutes to do a post that should have taken 15 tops.

Despite ALL that...I still am encouraged to blog about anything and everything. Whether it's the weather, or turkey testicles. And you all put up with it. Without you, this would still be the most boringest (is that a word?) blog in the blogosphere, and I might have given up on it.

Thank you, one and all. Now I'm off to finish the book I started the other night. A trashy romance novel. They've had sex twice now, and there's only about two chapters left for me to see how they adjust their lives to be together. I live vicariously through my romance novels, lol.

Keep an eye out right here for my Christmas decorations. I still have my template from last year, and boring ole me will be using the same one. SO much easier than trying to find a new one to use. Have a great weekend!

I've been waiting all month to post this!

The place: Huntley, Illinois
The date: November 26 11:00AM - ? (Ok, so we missed out this year)

Huntley's (26th Annual) Turkey Testicle Festival is Parkside Pub's biggest party of the year!

It's a great night as you don't have to bring a dish to pass or talk to relatives. If you have never tried a turkey testicle, this is your chance! No need to worry about the weather, the festival is held under one huge heated tent, with plenty of Purple Potties available. The bar is open but the number of people allowed inside at any one time is limited, as it can become pretty packed. There will also be hats, shirts and sweatshirts for sale to remember the night.

"SO GRAB A FRIEND THAT'S NEVER BEEN, ENJOY A COLD BREW, GREAT MUSIC, AND HOT NUTS!"

-from the Huntley Blog

And apparently, this isn't the only one! There's another one in Byron, Illinois (boy do we love our turkey testicles!) and one in Ft. Myers, Florida. The Byron festival is held in October when the turkeys are castrated to plump them for the Thanksgiving holiday. Ft. Myers just had theirs on November 22 at The Surf Club.

The following was included as part of an email sent to me about Riverview Park, an amusement park in Chicago opened in 1904, closed in 1967.

Some of them are really interesting, and you wouldn't need to live here your entire life, or in the city limits to know them. Others however, if you're a transplant, like myself, you never pick up.

You might be from Chicago if:

- The "living room" is called the "front room".
- You don't pronounce the "s" at the end of Illinois. And you become irate at people who do.
- You measure distance in minutes (especially "from the city"). And you swear everything is pretty much 1/2 hour away.
- You have no problem spelling or pronouncing "Des Plaines".
- You go to visit friends or family down south, and laugh when they complain about the traffic.
- You understand that no person from Chicago can be a Cubs fan AND a White Sox fan.
- It's "kitty corner" not "katty corner".
- You know the difference between the Loop and Downtown.
- You eat your pizza in squares, not triangles, and you never refer to it as "pie".
- You own celery salt.
- You understand the primary is the official local election.
- You have drunk green beer on St. Paddy's Day.
- Stores don't have sacks, they have bags.
- You end your sentence with an unnecessary preposition. Example: Where's my coat at? Can I go with?
- Your idea of a great tenderloin is when the meat is twice as big as the bun, "everything" is on it, and a slice of dill pickle is on the side.
- You carry jumper cables in your car.
- You drink "pop".
- You understand that I-290, I-90, I-94 and I-294 are all different roads.
- You know the names of the interstates: Stevenson, Kennedy, Eisenhower, Dan Ryan, and the Edens.
- You call the interstates expressways or tollways.
- You refer to anything south of I-80 as Southern or Central Illinois.
- You refer to Lake Michigan as "The Lake".
- You refer to Chicago as "The City".
- "The Super Bowl" refers to one specific game in January 1986.
- You have two favorite football teams: The Bears, and anyone who beats The Packers.
- You buy the "Trib" (not the Tribune) or the "Times" (not the Sun-Times).
- You know that despite being on the lake, there is no such place as the waterfront.
- You think 45 degrees is great weather to wash your car.
- You picnic or ride your bike in the "forest preserve".
- You cried when Bozo was cancelled on WGN.

There are more...keep reading!

- You know what goes on a Chicago Style hot dog.
- You know what Chicago Style pizza REALLY is.
- You know why they call Chicago "The Windy City".
- You understand what "lake effect" means.
- You understand the difference between Amtrak and Metra, and know which station they end up at.
- You have ridden "The L".
- You think your next door neighbor is a cousin to Tony Soprano.
- You can distinguish between the following area codes: 847, 630, 773, 708, 312, & 815.
- You have, at some time in your life, used furniture...or a friend's body, to guard your parking spot in winter.
- You respond to the question "Where are you from?" with a "side". Example: "Westside", "Southside", "Northside".
- You know the phone number to Empire Carpet.
- You know what a "garach e key" is.

May your stuffing be tasty,

May your turkey plump,

May your potatoes and gravy

Have never a lump.

May your yams be delicious,

And your pies take the prize,

And may your Thanksgiving dinner

Stay off your thighs!

A Turkey Day joke:

A game warden was driving down the road when he came upon a young boy carrying a wild turkey under his arm. He stopped and asked the boy, "Where did you get that turkey?"

The boy replied, "What turkey?"

The game warden replied, "That turkey you're carrying under your arm."

The boy looked down and said, "Well lookee here, a turkey done roosted under my arm!"

The game warden said, "Now look, you know turkey season is closed, so whatever you do to that turkey, I'm going to do to you. If you break his leg, I'm gonna break your leg. If you break his wing, I'll break your arm. Whatever you do to him, I'll do to you. So, what are you gonna do with him?"

The little boy said, "I guess I'll just kiss his ass and let him go!"

You know those emails that get passed around every winter, about the "great snowball fight of (current year)? Well...I got my first one for this season. I never pass them on, but this year's had a cute little picture, it's a .gif file, so I believe if you click on it to open it in a new window, you'll see the child patting the snowball and the dog wagging it's tail.

It has a poem with it, which I'll re-type for Tori.

I made myself a snowball,

As perfect as could be,

I thought I'd keep it as a pet,

And let it sleep with me.

I made it some pajamas,

And a pillow for its head,

Then last night it ran away,

But first - it wet the bed.

When I saw that poem, it reminded me of the story Tori told about making a snowball and keeping it in her freezer. I guess that was a better place than in her bed, lol.

One more post before I go to bed, I swear this is it for tonight! Maybe I'm making up for not posting this past week while I was sick?

Kat over at Sunshine & Lemonade has a contest going on. She's always holding some contest, and giving away awesome stuff! This week it's for an Office Max giftcard, a favicon (a favorites icon, which is like the "e" or "b" in your url bar for your blogger address. I only see an "e" but then using IE takes all the fun out of some stuff), and bidness/mommy cards.

If this sounds interesting to you, go visit Kat's blog, leave a comment, or become a follower (she loves followers) or even post about her contest like I have. You never know, YOU might win!

How awesome that this award just happens to be my 400th blog post thanks to Wife O Riley???

A lot of awards have been floating around, and so many are cute on so many levels, but I have to say this is the prettiest I've received. Thank you so much!

"These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

Since I wanted to double-check the translation, that's just the way I am, a doubting Tomasina of anything and everything I'm told, according to freetranslation.com the Portugese on the award means "This blog invests and believes in proximity."

Now comes the hard part. I have to locate eight people, that haven't already received this award, to pass it on to. Decisions, decisions.

Ok, I don't have eight bloggers that I can pass this on to.

*Mumbles to self* If I had just done this last night at 11pm when I first saw it, I could have had eight people, but nooooooo, sleep was more important!

If you're reading this, and haven't already received the award, I herby officially give it to you, because you deserve it! Especially if you have the sanity (or would that be insanity) to sit through some of my posts. If you're a follower or reader of my blog, and I don't see this award posted on your own blog, I will hunt you down! Just kidding. It's yours if you want it. If you don't, I won't lose any sleep over it. But please just keep blogging!

Saturday Sniffles, Swamps, and Sven

Waking up last Saturday with the beginning of a runny nose, I knew the best thing I could all weekend was rest. I spent most of the day, dozing in front of the tv, getting up only to eat or check blogs. Saturday night I caught a movie on Channel 26, WCIU, an independent Chicago station. Swamp Thing!

I had never seen the original movie from 1982, but had loved the 1990-1993 series on USA. Swamp Thing was an adaptation from a comic book series, starring Adrienne Barbeau and Louis Jordan, written and directed by Wes Craven.

Saturday nights on WCIU (The U!) also means it's time for Svengoolie!

Each week, Svengoolie hosts an airing of a (usually) classic cult horror show. Below is a brief description of his show:

Chicago's long-time King of Horror Flicks - Svengoolie -- opens his coffin for another frightful feature film! Along with musical sidekick Doug Graves, the talking skull Tombstone and assorted other nuts and dolts, Svengoolie provides comic relief between segments of the movie, with musical and commercial parodies, skits and jokes. Plus, segments of the movie are often presented in "Svensurround," with Svengoolie adding sound effects and re-dubbed dialogue!

Check out his page on the WCIU website.

You can also check out the whole history of the original Svengoolie, Son of Svengoolie, and the current Svengoolie HERE.

Thank you for all the well wishes. I'm feeling much better now. Unfortunately, I've been trying to get caught up from not reading emails for four days, sorting through my mail from four days, and trying to keep caught up on blogs (omg I have too many to follow), there aren't enough hours in the day left for me to post to my own blog! Ack!!!!!

I had something in mind for a post after Saturday night (cryptic comment left for Wife O Riley) but just have not had the time to snag the pictures I want or to even start the post. Toss in some noisy neighbors that kept me up half the night, and you start to see my problem.

Now, I can't ask everyone to stop posting (omg the blog withdrawal that would sweep the internet) so I just ask you to be patient as I try to get to a place where I have a little time to put my next post together. Thank you all, and happy blogging!

I've been home sick since Friday night, didn't even go to work today.

This cold I got is a doozy! I hope to be back blogging soon. If I can just keep from blowing my nose or sneezing for more than 5 minutes!

*Wipes down everyone's monitors with a disinfectant*

Bang Shang-A-Lang by The Archies

I saw this over on Wife O Riley's blog this morning, and knew this was one I wanted to do myself. Now that I've recovered from IntenseGuy's, Punkn's and LadyStyx's posts, I can work on mine. For those that don't know, I have quite an eclectic collection of music, so who knows what will pop up for me.

1. Put your music on shuffle (iPod/mp3 player, winamp, use what ya got)

2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer

3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS

4. I think we're all not tagging people, we're just having fun with it.


IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OK" YOU SAY?
Pretty Maids All In A Row - Eagles (I guess technically I'm a maid...an old maid)

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Won't Go Home Without You - Maroon 5 (who likes to go home alone?)

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY?
Jamaica Farewell - Harry Belafonte (I need a guy to be able to say goodbye to him)

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
I Got Stung - Elvis Presley (I did get stung, by the Rhino virus...I hate colds)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Eyes On Me - Celine Dion (Stop watching me! It makes me nervous!)

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Vanishing - Maria Carey (Some days I do feel like vanishing, that no one would miss me)

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Play Me - Neil Diamond (I can't think of any of my friends that like to be played)

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
There Are Such Things - Tommy Dorsey & His Orchestra (Such things as me thinking? Only when I have to, and my nose isn't dripping)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Goodnight Moon - Jack Ingram (Hmmmm)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Beer or Gasoline - Chris Young (Between the two, I choose beer)

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Comin' Home - Eric Clapton (Yeah, I'd like to feel like I "came home")

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LOVE?
Let's Face the Music and Dance - Diana Krall (I love to dance, don't you?)

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Crazy On You - Heart (If they were still here, I don't think they'd believe I was crazy)

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Sunset - Rankin Family (too bad this is a breakup song, not exactly what I'd pick for a wedding dance)

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Use Me - Hootie and the Blowfish (Maybe my body will be donated to science?)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Look to the Rainbow - Barry Manilow (This would apply to AK, although I do appreciate the prettier things in nature)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
It's Not Over - Jonny Lang (It's not? When did it start? Did I miss something?)

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Don't Tell Me You Do - Rockapella (Another break up song, I guess the worst could be finding your true love and not having them return your feelings)

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Go To Hell - Dolly Parton (If that's where I'm headed, I still have a lot of work to do here on Earth before I die. Or I could just hang out with Dean Winchester [;-)])

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Tell Me More - Michelle Wright (Was I too demanding?)

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Happy - Natasha Bedingfield (Being happy leads to laughter, right?)

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Without You - Air Supply (I would cry if I lost my blogging friends, you're all so wonderful)

WHAT SCARES YOU MOST?
Time - Pink Floyd (Seems we never have enough of it)

DOES ANYONE LOVE YOU?
Shades of Grey - Billy Joel (So does this mean someone sorta loves me? Or that I'm only sorta loveable? Or am I only loved when I'm wearing grey?)

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Take Your Whiskey Home - Van Halen (Yeah, we all should have taken our whiskey home, instead of ummm, where did we take it?)

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Don't Waste Your Time - Kelly Clarkson (Not sure what to make of that one)

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Bang Shang-A-Lang - Archies

How sad is it when the recipient makes her own award? I think I should be embarassed.

To LadyStyx (maker of said award) and to QueenieJeannie, the Inspiring Comment Award, for inspiring me to get up off my ass and clean my door. Thank goodness LadyStyx didn't go looking for a picture of an ass...

Better?

I don't have an award to hand out, couldn't make one even if I tried, so this will have to do. Instead of an "Inspired Comment" award, I nominate LadyStyx and QueenieJeannie for "Inspiring Comment" awards. They inspired me to take a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser out of the closet and use it on my door. And I didn't just use it on the area by the doorknob and turkey, no I used it on the WHOLE door! So the whole thing is clean. Thank you for inspiring me to get off my ass and do something.

I received an email with a bunch of cartoons about getting old, these were the best of them:

This first one is a circle, divided into segments, smallest segment is eating, then about a fourth of the circle is working, then just over a fourth is sleeping, and the rest, about two-thirds of the circle is Looking for things I had just a minute ago.

An old lady answers the door, and "Death" is there. The conversation goes like this:

Death: Are you Mrs. Edna P. Dawkins?
Lady: Yes.
Death: I am Death.
Lady: That's alright sonny, I'll just talk real loud!
Death drops the sickle that's in his hand, then puts his hand up to his face and says, "This is gonna be a tough one."

Saturday afternoon, after doing a few things around the house, I decided it was time to put my summer door mat away. And since I would be pulling stuff out of the closet to get to where the mat goes, I might as well pull out my Thanksgiving decorations while I was at it. Keep in mind, the summer mat sat on the carpeting by the bed all through Halloween, and the Halloween decorations never made it out of the closet. So for me to bring out the Thanksgiving decorations is a major accomplishment. And it will take me forever to show you all my "turkey day" decorations, so let's get started.

The little turkey that I hang on the inside knob of my apartment door. Please disregard the dirty door, I know I need to clean that.

Here's the bear/pilgrim/turkey that is on my coffee table. Is it a bear? Is it a Pilgrim? Is it a turkey? Or could it be a Bepilkey? Whatever you call it, isn't it CUTE?

Here are two bears dressed like Indians, ready to join (or fight) the bepilkey above for turkey, or pheasant, or whatever they really ate at the first harvest/feast of thanks.

That's it! That's all of my Thanksgiving decorations. I'm sorry it took so long, I didn't really mean to bore you with hours of decoration pictures.

For those interested, I've started a new blog. I welcome contributions, ideas, suggestions, comments, let me have it!

My New Blog

Sorry, AK I'm sure the flight home for the Nittany Lions football team will not be fun. Iowa Hawkeyes beat formerly unbeaten Penn State 24-23 in a surprising upset in College Football.

From the AP: Penn State is perfect no more, its hopes for giving coach Joe Paterno another national title given a sharp and surprising kick by Iowa. Daniel Murray hit a 31-yard field goal with a second left and Iowa rallied to stun the third-ranked Nittany Lions 24-23, likely dashing Penn State's hopes for a spot in the BCS national title game. The Big Ten title and a Rose Bowl berth are the Nittany Lions' main goals now. Paterno's third national title is a long shot. For Iowa, it was the Hawkeyes' first win over a top five team since 1990, when they beat Illinois 54-28.

If I had a son, and still lived in Iowa, I'd want him to have this for his bedroom. Heck, I'd put it in my own bedroom!

Does anybody out there have any memory of the reason given for the establishment of the Department of Energy during the Carter Administration?

Anybody? Anything? No? (Some of you may remember back that far. Me, I was 8 years old in '77, so I can't say I remember it.)

Didn't think so.

Bottom line ... we've spent several hundred billion dollars in support of an agency the reason for which not one person who reads this can remember.

Ready?

It was very simple, and at the time everybody thought it very appropriate. The Department of Energy was instituted 8-04-77 to lessen our dependence on foreign oil. (Actually that was the Federal Energy Office that was supposed to do that by 1980, but when Carter became President, he decided to put everything energy related under one Cabinet agency. This includes nuclear, oil, coal, etc.)

Hey, pretty efficient, huh?

And now it's 2008, 31 years later, and the budget for this necessary department is at $24.2 billion per year, they have 16,000 federal employees, and approximately 100,000 contract employees and look at the job they have done!

Ah yes, good ole bureaucracy. And now we are going to turn the banking system over to them?

God Help us.

Below are some various pictures I've taken in the past week or so. This first one is a tree that turns red like this every Autumn. It's so beautiful, I look forward to it every year. As you can see, some of the trees are bare, some are barely changing, and some are in full color. Autumn definitely seems to like doing things in stages around here.

Next are the trees to the left off my balcony. As you can see, some trees are bare, one has changed to yellow, and the big one in the background has hardly started to change.


This is some type of berry tree that also turns a lovely orange every Autumn. It is wide enough to drape across parts of three parking spaces. When Autumn comes, and those berries start falling, those are three spaces I will not park my car. I learned the hard way the mess those berries leave on your hood.

These are some trees at work, that just last week, maybe Thursday or Friday were still very green. By Monday, when I came back to work, the tops had started to change, it was that fast. If the sun comes out tomorrow (I feel like Annie) I'll try to grab a picture of what they look like now. The hard part is getting the right angle with the sun.

Here's more of the trees at work. As you can see, the ones overhanging the drive to the parking garage are still green, but the one in the center is starting to change. Again, this was taken last week, and now the leaves have started to fall off.

I don't know if this is the same kind of Pampas Grass that Punkn blogged about, but it looked similar enough for me to take a picture. What do you think, Punkn?

And last but not least, I saw this while filling my tank with gas last Sunday. A dead WTF (Whistling TrackFoot) Alien, left on the side of the lot, not even being given a decent burial. I suspect foul play because the blinking orange eye is missing, along with the feet. Who would commit such a heinous crime?

This squirrel must be a Republican, lol

Power Outage

Favorite mosquito or least annoying mosquito?

Happy Birthday Intenseguy!

Two of your most favorite things in the world, just for you! Some orange sugar-free jello, and a squirrel to share it with. Don't let the squirrel and his OCHA friends eat all the jello before we get there for the party!

I added a poll to the right, for those Americans that read my blog. The choices are in alphabetical order, so no one can complain about the order. I would have put this up earlier, but I just thought of it. Your answers are anonymous, so I won't know how each of you voted. I'm just curious to see what the results are.

For those Americans that read this, don't forget to go vote tomorrow!

Check out this link for a musical tribute to all our Campaignin' Friends. Make sure you have your speakers turned on. It's cute and it's non-partisan.

Wow! An award, for me! Thanks Iggy, author and Superior Scribbler in his own right, over at IntenseGuy for awarding this to me. He has a way of making some of the most ordinary things sound interesting and funny.


*Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.

*Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.

*Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post, which explains The Award.

*Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!

*Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.


I was able to successfully take care of all the rules except for the first one. Five bloggers? Hmmm, I know Iggy's not available. Tori isn't either. Neither is Jess, Marmite, Wife 'O Riley, AK, Lainie, punkn via Sugar Bush. So that leaves........YOU!

Instead of trying to pick five bloggers, I nominate this to all the other readers of my blog who haven't already been nominated: LadyStyx, Karla, punkn not via Sugar Bush, and anyone else that I'm forgetting, because I know there's someone.

You can post the award on your blog, you can forward it if you know of other bloggers that are deserving and haven't won yet. Or you can just say thanks and ignore it. I won't mind, honest!

When I started blogging, I wasn't sure what I would write about. Believe me, my life just isn't that interesting! After closing my first blog and starting over with a new one, I have found that it is actually quite enjoyable. I can post crazy stuff, silly stuff, political stuff (even though not everyone might agree with my positions), lots of pictures, whatever I want. I can make it as personal or as light-hearted as I want it to be. Thank you to all my readers for their support, I do this for all of us.

One new blogger that I just recently started lurking at, is Dorkys Ramos. She's a great blogger that I just recently discovered via comments left for Iggy. She blogs at Dry As Toast. Her first blog I read was about trying to navigate the Philly subway system to get to the parade for the World Champion Phillies. Now, being a Chicago Cubs fan, I can honestly say I wish it had been the Cubs winning the Series instead of the Phillies. But at least it was the NL team that won. So, congratulations to the Phillies and to all Philly phans. From what I've read on her blog, I'll have to stop lurking and post some comments to let her know she has a new reader.

If Barack Hussein Obama gets elected President of the United States:

Tori, this is a picture of the cover of The New Yorker magazine. It has Barack Obama and his wife Michelle on the cover, standing the Oval Office of The White House. Barack is in full Muslim dress, and Michelle is in camouflage with an AK-47 on her back. In the fireplace is the US Flag, being burned, and above the fireplace is a picture of Osama bin Laden.

WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?

BARACK OBAMA: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for change! The chicken wanted change!

JOHN McCAIN: My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.

SARAH PALIN: The chicken had to cross the road because he was not able to find a bridge. Alaskans do not build bridges to nowhere. If he wanted a bridge, he'd have to build it himself.

HILLARY CLINTON: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure right from Day One that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.

GEORGE W. BUSH: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road or not. The chicken is either against us or for us. There is no middle ground here.

DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?

COLIN POWELL: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.

BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with that chicken. What is your definition of chicken?

JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.

DR. PHIL: The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before it goes after the problem on the other side of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his current problems before adding new problems.

OPRAH: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.

ANDERSON COOPER, CNN: We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.

NANCY GRACE: That chicken crossed the road because he's guilty! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.

PAT BUCHANAN: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.

MARTHA STEWART: No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.

DR SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.

ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die in the rain, alone.

GRANDPA: In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.

BARBARA WALTERS: Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.

ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

JOHN LENNON: Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.

BILL GATES: I have just released eChicken2008, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook. Internet Explorer is an integral part of eChicken2008. This new platform is much more stable and will never reboot.

ALBERT EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?

COLONEL SANDERS: Did I miss one?

Happy Halloween!

This morning on the way to work, I encountered a traffic jam on the interstate. As I pulled up to a stop behind the car in front of me, I was ever so gently bumped from behind by an SUV. Imagining the worst (my rear bumper half hanging off), I signaled and moved over three lanes to the right, to the shoulder, so I could inspect the damage. The lady driving the SUV pulled up behind me and sat there, like she was waiting for something. I called my boss to tell him what happened and that I would be a little late for work.

I carefully got out of my car, trying not to get hit by zooming cars and trucks exiting off to another interstate. The lady joined me behind my car, to look at the expected damage. To my shock and surprise and glee, my car didn't have a scratch, it didn't have a dent, it didn't have anything. I looked at this lady that had tried and failed to hurt my car, and decided showing some kindness was in order. We exchanged information, and each went on our way.

Perhaps the U.S. should pull out of Chicago?

Body count: In the last six months 292 killed (murdered) in Chicago; 221 killed in Iraq.

Senators Barack Obama & Dick Durbin
U.S. Representative Jesse Jackson Jr.
Governor Rod Blogojevich
State House Leader Mike Madigan
Attorney General Lisa Madigan (daughter of Mike)
Mayor Richard M. Daley (son of former Mayor Richard J. Daley)

Our leadership in Illinois...all Democrats.

Thank you for the combat zone in Chicago.

Of course, they're all blaming each other. Can't blame Republicans; there aren't any!

State pension fund $44 Billion in debt, worst in country. Cook County (Chicago) sales tax 10.25% highest in country. (Look 'em up if you want). Chicago school system rated one of the worst in the country. This is the political culture that Obama comes from in Illinois . And he's gonna "fix" Washington politics for us!

Back on August 19, IntenseGuy posted THIS, which featured an Indian statue and a train. The following day, I received an email of the following:

Olson Rug Company was established in 1874. The manufacturing mill was located in Chicago at Diversey Ave. and Pulaski. During the war era, when raw material was scarce, people would send in their old wool rugs, rags, clothing, etc. and Olson Rug would turn them into beautiful area rugs. The first picture is a distance shot of the waterfall with the rocks surrounding it next to a couple city buildings and lots of grass.

The family owned business was "the place" to buy rugs for many years. This is a close up of the waterfall, where you can see the plants and rocks on the different levels on each side of the waterfall and a bridge crossing it.

Alongside the factory was the renowned Olson Memoria Park. Walter E. Olson built the 22 acre park in 1935. The project took nearly six months to complete. About 800 tons of stone and 800 yards of soil were used for its construction. This is of an opening somewhere in the waterfall, or possibly at the base, where water gently pours out into a retention pond.

Approximately 3500 perennials were used along with numerous species of junipers, spruces, pines, arbor-vitaes and annuals. This is a side view of the waterfall, you can see some of the lights used to illuminate the waterfall at night, and some of the plants around the pond at the bottom.

The park consisted of a stunning rock garden, duck pond, and 35 foot waterfall. This looks up at one of the levels in the rocks, where there are a couple deer statues.

Olson Park became a popular spot for family outings. During the first Sunday after its dedication, Olson Park attracted as many as 600 visitors per hour. Here we have an American Indian with his arms outstretched and a teepee or wigwam behind him. I do not know what Indian this is supposed to be.

In 1965, Olson Rug sold it's building to Marshall Field (now Macy's). In the 1970's the waterfall was turned off and the park dismantled to make room for a parking lot. This is a picture looking down on the waterfall from the top, with the pond below and the rock border around the pond, with flowers and plants.

Today, Olson Rug & Flooring is a Chicago based, 11 store chain who's main business is retail residential floor covering. The Olson Rug stores sell a wide variety of carpet, area rugs, hardwood flooring, laminate floors, ceramic tile and vinyl flooring. This ad is for turning your old rugs into new ones.

I just checked out their website, they list all this information that was in my email along with the last two pictures, of old ads they ran. Unfortunately, I don't know the year these ads ran. This last ad is also for sending in old rugs and carpets, where they would weave new ones, restore them, or you could buy Colonial Rag Rugs at low prices.

Do you have feelings of inadequacy?

Do you suffer from shyness?

Do you sometimes wish you were more assertive?

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You will notice the benefits of Margaritas almost immediately and with a regimen of regular doses you can overcome any obstacles that prevent you from living the life you want to live.

Shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past and you will discover many talents you never knew you had. Stop hiding and start living, with Margaritas.

Margaritas may not be right for everyone. Women who are pregnant or nursing should not use Margaritas. However, women who wouldn't mind nursing or becoming pregnant are encouraged to try it.

Side effects may include:

- Dizziness, nausea, vomiting, incarceration

- Erotic lustfulness

- Loss of motor control

- Loss of clothing

- Loss of money

- Loss of virginity

- Attractions

- Table dancing

- Headache

- Dehydration

- Dry mouth

- And a desire to sing Karaoke

WARNING: The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you are whispering when you are not.

WARNING: The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them.

WARNING: The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to think you can sing.

WARNING: The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting.

A young couple moves into a new neighborhood. The next morning while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside.

"That laundry is not very clean", she said. "She doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap."

Her husband looked on, but remained silent.

Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments.

About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband: "Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this?"

The husband said, "I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows."

And so it is with life. What we see when watching others depends on the purity of the window through which we look.

I don't normally post political emails, but this is one that I feel needs to be said. I know there are those out there that may read this who don't share the same ideas regarding our government that I have. All I ask is that you read the below text with an open mind and consider what this may mean for our country.


From Sunday's Televised 'Meet the Press' Senator Obama was asked about his stance on the American Flag.

Obama Explains National Anthem Stance Sun, 07 Sept. 2008 11:48:04 EST, General Bill Ginn USAF (ret.) asked Obama to explain why he doesn't follow protocol when the National Anthem is played. The General also stated to the Senator that according to the United States Code, Title 36, Subtitle I, Part A, Chapter 3, Sec. 301...During rendition of the national anthem when the flag is displayed, all present except those in uniform are expected to stand at attention facing the flag with the right hand over the heart. At the very least, stand and face it. (Upon looking up the actual code, it says nothing of "at the very least, stand and face it." It only says those not in uniform "should stand at attention facing the flag with the right hand over the heart.")

Senator Obama Live on Sunday states, "As I've said about the flag pin, I don't want to be perceived as taking sides. There are a lot of people in the world to whom the American flag is a symbol of oppression. And the anthem itself conveys a war-like message. You know, the bombs bursting in air and all. It should be swapped for something less parochial and less bellicose. I like the song 'I'd Like To Teach the World To Sing.' If that were our anthem, then I might salute it.

We should consider to reinvent our National Anthem as well as to redesign our Flag to better offer our enemies hope and love. It's my intention, if elected, to disarm America to the level of acceptance to our Middle East brethren. If we as a Nation of warring people, should conduct ourselves as the nations of Islam, whereas peace prevails. Perhaps a state or period of mutual concord between our governments. When I become President, I will seek a pact or agreement to end hostilities between those who have been at war or in a state of enmity, and a freedom from disquieting oppressive thoughts.

We as a Nation have placed upon the nations of Islam an unfair injustice. My wife disrespects the Flag for many personal reasons. Together she and I have attended several flag burning ceremonies in the past, many years ago. She has her views and I have mine. Of course now, I have found myself about to become the President of the United States and I have put aside my hatred. I will use my power to bring CHANGE to this Nation, and offer the people a new path of hope. My wife and I look forward to becoming our country's First Family. Indeed, CHANGE is about to overwhelm the United States of America."

And the tagging continues...

I was tagged last week by Jess, and since a few others have subsequently been tagged and responded, I figured it was high time I did mine. Part of the reason I haven't done mine is I just don't know what some of my answers are. So, without further ado, here are my:

Top Four Wishes

1) That everyone makes enough money so they don't need to rely on the government for help.

2) That people would stop killing each other senselessly.

3) That people would be more conscious of their environment. Sometimes the little things can make a difference.

4) That people would be more polite to each other. It seems that today's society, in general has gotten more rude, and it's affecting our children. No one treats anyone with respect anymore.


Four Places I Want To Travel

1) I'd love to go back to Galapagos again. That was a once in a lifetime experience, to see animals living like they did hundreds of years ago, with minimal interference from man.

2) I'd love to travel through Europe. There is so much history there, not only in England, France, Italy and Spain. But in all the small Eastern European countries that are still fighting for their land and independence.

3) I want to do a Civil War battlefield tour. Reaching from Pennysylvania to Maryland to Virginia, down through the Carolinas, through Atlanta and across the deep south over to Texas.

4) I could stand visiting Hawaii for a few more weeks, months or years. No more snow, no more cold, just beautiful weather. Ok, so they can get Cyclones, and they have earthquakes...what do you expect for an island in the Pacific?


Four Careers I Want To Try

1) Wild Animal Rehabilitator
2) Race Car driver
3) Cartoonist
4) Own a winery


Four Things I Want God To Say At The Gates Of Heaven

1) So glad to see you, I've been expecting you.
2) Your parents, brother and Deena are waiting just inside for you.
3) I know it felt like you dealt with a lot down there, but it was for your own good.
4) I'm proud of you.

(LBE...FD...)

Not much is happening around here. Work is ULTRA boring, I think I might just go crazy if things don't pick up soon. Michigan was wonderful! The weather was perfect, the company was perfect, the food was perfect. It's about a five hour drive, we left about 7:20AM on Friday and arrived about 1:30PM. We stopped at just about every rest stop, so we could get out stretch, do whatever, and let the dog sniff around and do whatever she needed to do.

That evening we tried going to a restaurant my aunt had been told about by someone she met at the Cubs game last month. It was just down the road from our friend, but when we got there, it was smokey on the inside. Apparently, Michigan is not smoke-free yet, so we nixed that idea, as the smoke would bother both myself and my aunt. Instead we drove back to town and went to Frank's, which is a pizza joint that serves other food also. I chose a personal sausage and cheese pizza, and boy was it good! The crust wasn't too thin, not too thick, had a good flavor, yummy!

The next day we slept in till about 9:20AM, had turkey bacon and french toast. About 11:30AM we walked a few blocks over to a neighbors house, an elderly lady our friend helps take care of. She just turned 85, and twice every day our friend goes to her house to fix her lunch, and either help her do some exercises or bathe her. She is a such a nice lady, loves the company, and has many interesting stories to tell.

Afterwards, we went to do some shopping. I needed some new jeans and we discovered that Fashion Bug has a new sizing method on their jeans. So we headed over there to buy me some jeans. The lady measured me around the waist, we picked a couple pairs, neither worked. She grabbed a couple more, they didn't work. She grabbed one more...success! So I bought two pairs, and ordered one more pair to be delivered right here to my apt. They were also having a sale, buy one item, get another at 99 cents. For two pairs of jeans (cause the ordered pair was charged separately) and 5 tops (one wasn't included in the 99 cent sale) I spent $123. Then on the way home, we stopped by the apple orchard just outside of town.

It's been around for many years, the cider is delicious (even though it's unpasteurized) and they have several flavors of jellies plus apple butter. They sell donuts too, plus pumpkins, they have a corn maze, a hay ride, and of course...APPLES! We didn't buy any apples, but we got six cinnamon and sugar donuts, which were yummy! My aunt got some sugar free blueberry jelly for her sister, and we headed back to our friend's house.

Her daughter was going stag to her homecoming dance, so we needed to be there so her hair could get done. Also, it was about time for her to go over to the lady's house to feed her supper. We had hot dogs, potato chips and spanish rice for dinner, while we watched Penn State whoop on Michigan, lol. I was rooting for PS.

Sunday we got up about 7:30AM, had breakfast (monkey bread) then went to return some cans our friend had collected. Michigan residents pay a $.10 deposit when they buy pop/soda, so all the big stores like Wal Mart and Meijer have these machines where you can return them and get tickets for a maximum of $25.00 per visit. With money in her hand, she took us grocery shopping with her, lol. The rest of the day was kind of quiet, just relaxing and chatting, hanging out in front of the tv. For dinner we had bratwurst, sauerkraut, and pasta with meatballs and brown gravy on it for dinner. For dessert we had acorn squash with peaches baked in the oven. I had never had it before, it was quite good!

Monday we got up about 5:30AM to start getting ready so we could leave by about 8:00AM. We had gooey eggs (scrambled eggs with melted Velveeta cheese in them), sourdough toast and turkey bacon for breakfast. I got everything out to the car, and we were on our way at about 8:00AM, right on time. We stopped again at most of the rest stops, but then I missed an exit here in IL, and we had to go quite a few miles out of our way. I'm blaming it on the construction and that they messed up the exit so I wasn't expecting it where it was. Yeah, that's it, that was my problem!

It was nice to get away for a weekend, but it was also nice to get home and sleep in my own bed again. Now if I had something to do at work, I'd be a happier camper.

Laugh, and the whole world laughs with you...

I got this as part of an email, and thought it might brighten someone's day.

Tori, it's a chicken with a mustache and glasses in a big stew pot. On the pot it says, "Laugh a little each day, it's better than chicken soup." Around the pot are vegetables and salt and pepper shakers on a red and white checkered blanket. Underneath all that it says, "At least that's what the chickens say."

I'm heading out of town for a long weekend visiting a friend in Michigan, so here's a nice cute post to tide you over until I return. Below are pictures of the two cats I owned a few years ago. They were brothers, given to myself and my best friend (we were roommates at the time) by her mother and grandmother. For Tori's benefit, they are both orange and white long-haired cats.

This is Willie. I had a really hard time naming him, nothing came to me for several hours. As I watched him investigate everything, running around like a wild animal, I finally settled on Wild Willie. His proper name was Wilfred, but we also called him Baby, because he liked to be held in your arms, propped up on the shoulder just like a baby. And he would sit at your feet and cry until you picked him up. You can't tell in this picture, and I wasn't able to find a good one of him that showed it, but he had blue eyes. I always thought that was very unusual. He also had a small white spot of hair in the middle of his back. That was one major distinguishing factor between him and his brother. He also wore a collar with a bell, so he was easy to locate.

This is Willie's brother, Stewart, named by my friend after her favorite actor, Jimmy Stewart. We had lots of fun with his name...Stew Poo, Stewie Pooey, Stew-fart. He had a completely opposite personality from his brother. He didn't like to be held, preferred to be off on his own, curled up underneath a bed or in a bathroom sink. He had the most beautiful golden eyes I've ever seen, very big and round. When he was a kitten, he was just a ball of fur. Willie at least had some "cat" shape to him, but Stewart was all fur. That was what my friend wanted, a fat cat, and that's what she got. He tipped the scales at 18 pounds as an adult, compared to just 12 pounds for Willie. Although everyone swore the two cats were identical, Stewart was not only larger, but he was a slightly darker orange. And he didn't have the white spot on his back, like Willie did.

I'll never forget, one Christmas, with the cats. We had a bunch of candles out, they were lit, and we were watching television. One eye was always kept on the cats when they were in the room, but generally they kept away from the candles. Stewart came walking in the room, right up to the coffee table, where a bunch of candles were lit, walked right next to it, and flipped his tail over so it draped on the table and proceeded to swipe it right over one of the candles. Of course, we freaked! His tail was on FIRE! As I stupidly ran into the kitchen to get a wet towel, my roommate took her hand and just lightly grabbed the end of the tail that was burning, and snuffed it out. It never even reached his actual tail, it was only the hair that had burned. Needless to say, we never put lit candles on that table ever again!

I do miss my cats, but sometimes it's nice to be able to plan a weekend away, or a vacation in California without worrying about who will come and clean the litter box or feed them, or just keep them company.

I hope you enjoyed learning about my cats, and I will talk to you all Monday night when I return. Have a great weekend!

On a chain of beautiful deserted islands in the middle of the South Pacific, the following people are stranded:

Two Italian men and one Italian woman.
Two French men and one French woman.
Two German men and one German woman.
Two Greek men and one Greek woman.
Two British men and one British woman.
Two Bulgarian men and one Bulgarian woman.
Two Japanese men and one Japanese woman.
Two Chinese men and one Chinese woman.
Two Irish men and one Irish woman.
Two American men and one American woman.

One month later, on these absolutely stunning deserted islands in the middle of nowhere, the following things occurred:

One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.

The two French men and the French woman are living happily together in a ménage à trois.

The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of alternating visits with the German woman.

The two Greek men are sleeping together and the Greek woman is cooking and cleaning for them.

The two British men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the British woman.

The two Bulgarian men took one look at the Bulgarian woman and started swimming to another island.

The two Japanese have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting instructions.

The two Chinese men have set up a pharmacy, liquor store, restaurant, and laundry, and have got the woman pregnant in order to supply more employees for their stores.

The two Irish men divided the island into north and south and set up a distillery. They do not remember if sex is in the picture because it gets somewhat foggy after a few pints of coconut whisky. However, they're satisfied because the British aren't having any fun.

The two American men are contemplating suicide because the American woman will not shut up and complains relentlessly about her body, the true nature of feminism, what the sun is doing to her skin, how she can do anything they can do, the necessity of fulfillment, the equal division of household chores, how sand and palm trees make her look fat, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do, and how her relationship with her mother is the root cause of all her problems, and why didn't they bring a damn cell phone so they could call 911 and get them all rescued off this forsaken deserted island in the middle of freaking nowhere so she can get her nails done and go shopping.