Wednesday, September 23, 2009


Hi, all. I apologize (what else is new, eh? I'm always apologizing for something 'cause I'm such a schmuck!) for my absence lately--our computer bit the dust. Took a dump. Crapped out--or if you want to get all technical, thrown out the window. Sheesh.

Okay, the last part isn't true but man it was so hard not to take that son of a beotch and fling it off the nearest bridge.

Okay, the nearest foothill. We don't have bridges around here.

Do we, Meeko????

Anyway, I am using my sons lap top that his friend gave him and was given very strict instructions by B to not do anything on it but check my E-mail since it's not running too terribly well and he doesn't want it to get a virus as we think that's what happened to ours.

You can see how well I listen.

Two words from B: 'Only E-mail!'

Yeah? I got two words for you, too. :D

Anyway, I couldn't just drop off the face of the planet without telling you why.

We're having our computer checked out next week by a guy at Ed's work who fixes them on the side dirt cheap. We're talking like $25.00 compared to everyone else who wanted $70.00 or higher--just for a diagnostic check-up, not to fix the issues, which would be considerably more.

I say next week 'cause Ed is in Ohio on business and won't be back to work until Monday to give the guy our tower.

Ed is lucky to be there this week, good timing as he is enjoying 70 degree weather in Ohio-- granted, with a little humidity--while Riverside will be 105 today and continued triple digits on through the weekend. Won't start cooling down to low-mid 90's until Monday.

Have I mentioned we have no A/C????

While Meeko (a fellow I.E. resident) and I are sweltering, melting--essentially all stay cool, happy, healthy and well.

I'll be back as soon as the 'Computer God' smiles down on me and says; 'The World Wide Web will soon be yours once again. Be patient, it may take a week or two so until then, go read a book. Watch a movie. Pull weeds...and may the force be with you.'

I picture the computer God to look like Mark Hamill circa 1977.

Take care my blog friends and stay well--I will have much catching up to do when I get back but will be thinking of you until then.

Hugs and kisses.

Peace, love and happiness,

Monday, September 21, 2009


'SupahMommy' ( was so kind as to make me a button (see sidebar).

I just want to sincerely thank her for taking the time to do that for me--and thank you, Steven Anthony ( and Michael ( for no doubt putting in a good word for me. :)

Make sure to grab 'SupahMommy's' button and Steven and Michael's, too (see my sidebar)!

See? All my whining paid off.

After she was so kind to do this for me, she offered to make any changes. I had sent her another image to work with but after seeing the original image she used to make my button, I E-mailed her back and said; 'no changes necessary' as I truly do love it as is.

However, I thought I would see what you all think....

Which image do you all like best for my blogs button? Although, I'd HATE to write her yet again and say; "Um, everyone likes this one better.' Ha! :D

It's no fun doing favors for me, I tell you.

Anyway, here are the two images:

The first one is my original 'Sad Housewife' icon in which, again, the button was already made in it's image--and very well done, too!:

This next one is another option that I deemed appropriate--and a little a little 'kitschy':

Much thanks, again, to 'SupahMommy' for a 'Supah Job!'

Sunday, September 20, 2009


Happy Sunday, all!

Thank you for your fun, feisty and supportive comments on my previous post. I simply adore you all and hope you're having the best of weekends.

Will try very hard to catch up on all your wonderful posts tonight or tomorrow.

Following--and again, 'just for scuzz' (just because)--is my new wish list all from the new 'Bed Bath And Beyond' circular I received in the mail this week. Good stuff! I've about worn the darn catalog out with it's pages now frayed, torn and coffee stained. I keep looking at it over and over as if something new will suddenly have appeared in the pages that I somehow missed the first 100 times.

All very pleasing to my eye--not my budget--ha! So, here goes:

'Anthology Maestro' king size comforter set $249.99-- includes, comforter, two shams and bed skirt (DOESN'T include sheets and throw pillows--yikes!)

'Hampton' set of three room rugs $99.99

Tea light Wall Sconces--set of four $24.99

Glass wall art $79.99

Now for the smaller things:

'Yankee Candle' Autumn scents $7.50-$18.70

'Organic Living' soy candles $5.99-$7.99

I particularly like the Candy Corn scented soy candle...

Halloween Decorative Buckets $9.99 each

Color changing battery operated tea light--perfect for Jack 'O Lanterns $2.99 each

Well, that's about it for today. I always have fun looking and dreaming....Have a super day and evening--love to you all.

Friday, September 18, 2009


For those of you who don't know (if you're, by chance, new here), I have two children. My daughter, C, turned 23 a few weeks ago. My son, B, is 19.

I have been estranged from my daughter for nearly five years--only seeing her a handful of times. This is, to my lament, her choice and it's a choice that...well, I guess it's been slowly killing me, eating away at me day by day all this time.

More on her in a bit...

B just started junior college--he graduated high school in June.

We have had a few rough weeks after the break up between him and his girlfriend recently, afterward in which I took to 'Twitter' and 'Blogspot' to express my anger and hurt over his treatment by others.

Of course, anyone LOOKING intentionally to start trouble could simply type in my name and find all this stuff.

They did. One of his female friends (the girlfriend of one of B's friends and his ex-girlfriends best friend) intentionally went looking for dirt--and boy, did she find it. This is where I then took to 'blogspot' once more ranting about the First Amendment and MY RIGHT to say as I please and if you don't like it--don't read it.

I wasn't feeling particularly kind, mind you. I was indeed quite blunt and honest in my tweets.

Well, she went right to B with my expressions, thoughts and feelings--a.k.a. 'bluntness and honesty'.

It f***ed up our entire Labor Day weekend (plans were changed and canceled with family members) with B and I having a vicious fight. Even Ed got involved--which he never does.

Ed's very much a hippie at heart--even more so than I am.

It really is about 'peace, love and happiness' in our home and if those who enter can't abide by that--you're shown the front door.

Anyway, Ed told B exactly the same thing I did and that is that if he were him, he would question his so-called 'friends' motives for looking stuff up then running to him with it.

We also told B to think about it this way: Say you have a journal. You don't lock it and it's kept it in an unlocked drawer. Someone goes intentionally looking for it and then doesn't like what they read and furthermore, go to your loved one with the information.

As I always say; just because you could, doesn't mean you should.

B then used my very own words right back on me.

Touche (I can't seem to make the little accent thingy--ha!).

So, I once more took to Twitter and said these are MY feelings and thoughts, not B's and if anyone has a problem with them, talk to me, not HIM.

Then I made my tweets private.

Sad I had to do that.

B accused me of 'burning his bridges' and I accused him--and his 'friends'--of being disloyal and throwing me under the bus.

Well, B and I didn't hardly speak for a week. I've been VERY angry that he still gives these people a ride to school--and in MY CAR no less.

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to have B use my car--he needs it for school and I don't need it much. He has a Jeep that he bought that ended up being a lien sale and he's having trouble with registration--so, until that gets straightened out we share a car.

But I became outraged when I heard him speak their name because those people are still sitting in MY f***ing car every day.

I told B he threw me under the bus for gas money!

Ed told B to try and see it from my perspective and understand why I'm so upset: I sit in my house *like a veal every day (*enter Sandra Bullock movie quote) while he uses my car to drive he and his friends to school, the same friends who tied me to the stake and lit my ass up.

Ed also told him that he doesn't feel any differently than I do, I just expressed it while he stayed silent.

So, things, still have been tense.

Now, were B and/or the snoopy 'readers' in question were to try and talk to me and make this right--perhaps things would be different. But they haven't...and I'm too old to budge and I simply won't. Not on this.

Then the other night, something odd happened. I accidentally broke something of Ed's. It was on the edge of the patio table and as I went to straighten up the vinyl table cloth, down it went. Shattered into pieces.

Ed just covered his eyes--as if trying not to look at the damage--and went 'Oh, no!'

I felt terrible and was stunned into silence. To make matters worse, it was a gift that one of B's friends had gotten Ed for Fathers day this year.


Then B came out and saw what I did--accident or not.

He looked at me with such pure disgust, as if to say; "How could you? Shame on you!"

Then something like; 'I can't believe you broke Dad's thing!' came out of his mouth and I then suddenly found myself putting on my shoes and leaving my house.

I was in my pajamas (it was around 9:00 at night) but didn't care.

I walked down the street, around the corner and just sat on the curb and cried.

All the events of the past few weeks--all of it--finally got to me.

Enter pity party in which I was the only attendee:

Wasn't I already going through enough?

This whole bankruptcy process hasn't been soul seizing and pride swallowing as it is?

I already have one child who hates me, do I really need two?

I should have raised pit bulls.

Anyway, I had my cell with me and Ed tried calling me several times but I needed to be alone.

I wasn't gone long; 15-20 minutes or so. I just needed to clear my head.

When I came back Ed met me out front and was in good humor telling me not to worry about it.

Then B came out front and I lit into him.

I apologized to him for having a flawed mother but, this is simply me and I then told him that his 'reign of terror' has officially come to an end. He will not make me feel bad any longer.

Things have been a little better. Still not great but progress has been made.

Back to C:

I missed my daughters birthday. Oh, I knew when it was and I even posted about it on here and sent her an E-mail. Unfortunately, way things are financially, I couldn't buy her a single darned thing.

Then, I got put on full blast by an anonymous poster: 'Shame on you! Horrible mother!'

Seems to be a recurring theme.

Then the other day I gave a few dollars for a good cause. Literally just A FEW DOLLARS. That's all I could do. If I could have done more, I would have.

Just like if I could have bought my daughter a gift, I would have.

With that said, I seem to have lost something recently.

Something I had really come to look forward to. Something I now miss.

I'm talking about a few readers of mine who have gone AWOL from my posts. No longer replying to anything--and haven't for a while whereas they were once regular visitors here.

Yes, I've noticed. I know who the few of you are and I would like to address you collectively:

I don't know what the reasons were: perhaps you got tired of my complaining about my state of finances.

Well, some people complain about their work. Some people complain about their marriage. Their whole blogs are dedicated to complaining. As is mine. You'll get no arguments from me on that.

It's nice if a persons blog can be about something positive; work, daily walks, traveling and/or hobbies such as gardening, cooking, sewing, photography.

Mine is about griping. And pardon me, but I'm really good at it. I'm not good at much but griping I can do and do it well.

Perhaps you object to my buying two homeless people two hot dogs the other day when I'm always complaining about how tight money is.

Perhaps you object to my giving a few dollars to a fellow blogger who's in much worse need than I am (yes, even I know that there are many others worse off) and then my asking other fellow bloggers to give (IF they can) or pray for them.

Plenty of people have helped me out throughout my life--I need to give back. My heart and conscience won't allow me ignore the elephant standing in the room regardless of my wallets contents.

Perhaps you're objecting that I don't come around your blogs as often as I should.

If that's the case, I am trying to rectify that and even wrote a post not too long ago about my being neglectful of my fellow bloggers lately--there's just so many it's hard to keep up daily without spending ALL DAY on here, which I can't do. However, I have made great headway in making the rounds lately if for no other reason than to give a sincere hi and a warm thank you for support.

OR....perhaps your objection is that I gave a few dollars to strangers instead of buying my daughter anything for her birthday.

If that's it--let me re-cap: last year I made her an elaborate gift basket/care package full of practical things that I thought a part-time working single gal could use: personal products, hair care, laundry supplies, socks, etc. with an 11x14 greeting card enclosed with a gift card to her favorite store inside plus a necklace from that same store.

I knew my Mom would be seeing her (I had attempted to see her myself, to no avail) so my Mom delivered it and said she had so much fun looking through all the goodies and reminded her to thank her mother.

A month goes by nothing.

Two months later I finally receive an E-mail (no doubt at the urging of my Mom) that said: "Thanks for the stuff. Much of it was useful."

This year I simply didn't have it. I knew a few dollars couldn't buy a darned thing that would mean anything to her. I sent her an E-mail and told her that I didn't have right now to get her what I wanted but that I hadn't forgotten about her birthday.

Well, hubby is leaving on a business trip Monday--that will save us some gas money that he would normally use to go back and forth to work. I plan on taking about $20.00 or $25.00 and buy my daughter a gift card to 'Target', which she really likes. I know it's not much but we need to save, save, save as much as we can.

If I can do more, I certainly will.

Selfish as it sounds, we have an upcoming trip to 'Disneyland' in October.

We don't ever go out and do anything--NOTHING! NOTHING!!!!

To remind you--we have FREE tickets (that I got from the MS Society for fund raising) and we are taking my Mom for her birthday.

She really wanted to go this year as she hasn't been for decades, literally, and she gets in free for her birthday. So, Ed and I need to save for gas, food and parking.

I'm so ready for a little fun. But...I got blasted by 'anonymous' for that, too, as I posted about our upcoming trip there: "I don't care if your tickets are free--you still have to pay for parking, etc. Shame on you once again for not buying your daughter anything!"

It just seems no matter what I do, no matter the effort and intentions, I always seem to do the wrong thing.

However, only I know my heart. Me and my higher power.

I cannot please EVERYBODY.

So, if you haven't stopped by because you have simply been busy and overwhelmed, like I have been, with life, love and the pursuit of...well, you know....then my sincerest apologies and I totally get it. Trust me.

However, if for some reason you have made a conscious decision to stop following me, either collectively or on your own--please kindly send me the picture of you walking on water.

Beyond that, I'm sorry I disappointed you--but you're last in a very long line, my friend/s. I nonetheless wish you well.

Last but not least--I am saying hello and good-bye to two men today. Well, one today and one on Sunday, actually.

First, my good-bye: today my friend, Pat, whom I have known since Junior High school, is leaving for Kosovo for 12 to 15 months (he's been in Indiana training for a month). He is in the ARMY Reserves.

He is divorced but remains very close to his two daughters, ages 13 and 9. This has been very hard on them all....

Please wish him God speed.

Then, on Sunday I say hello--my 'oldest son' comes home.

J is 23 and we have known him for five years. We met him when we had a spare room that one of his friends rented from us. Well, the friend didn't last long but, thankfully, J did.

His picture is on my sidebar with him and his wife on their wedding day.

He and his wife couldn't belong anymore to Ed and I if we had given birth to them! Well, if I had given birth, that is--Ed would just have to watch and scratch himself while I did all the work.


J made a life decision last year to stop fiddle-farting around and do something constructive with his life instead of going from job to job.

So, he enrolled in 'Wyotech' to study diesel mechanics.

This required him to move to Laramie, Wyoming for a year--leaving behind his wife, his family and us.

He stayed outside of campus with a friend and for a year has studied his heiny off living off of his student loan allowance. He was actually only supposed to go for nine months but extended his program for three more months to take a managers course.

Today he graduates.

Ed and I are just sick that we couldn't go to his graduation but thankfully his wife is there and J's brother and sister-in-law.

Sunday he comes home.

Bittersweet day...but I'm very proud of the reasons I am saying hello and good-bye to two brave men who stepped outside of themselves to make a better place in this world for themselves and for others.

Peace, love and happiness to you all today.

Thursday, September 17, 2009


'Thursday Tirade' is sponsored by the letter 'P'.

P is for pretentious.

I seem to have a love-hate relationship with The Food Network Channel. More notably, with a few of it's stars:

Giada De Laurentiis.

We're perfectly aware she was born in Rome as she reminds us every opportunity she gets. However, she was RAISED in America and the only accent she has is the one that she CREATES for herself in her over-annunciations:


'PanceTTa' with an over pronounced 't' sound.

Then, to really drive it home--she makes an excuse to keep saying the word over and over...

For example: 'So, here I've grated a cup of fresh moozerellllaahh. Can you see how good that moozerellllaahh is? This is really fresh moozerellllaahh. So, now I'm going to take the moozerellllaahh and in the pasta I'm going to add in the moozerellllaahh and let the moozerellllaahh melt in the pasta now with the moozerelllaahh in it to give the pasta that fresh moozerelllaahh taste.'

Um, after the first time, just say 'cheese'--we are cerebrally equipped. We get it.

I also follow her on 'Twitter'.

Why? Apparently I'm a masochist.

In one of her tweets she writes that she feels as if she should apologize for her many typos.

There are no typos--her punctuation, spelling--perfect.

Then she goes on to say; 'Remember, English is my SECOND language'.

Get over yourself.

Even her tweets are pretentious.

But, Ed likes her boobs cooking. So, we keep tuning in.

Then there's Ina Garten.

Yes, we get it. You live in The Hamptons. You have glamorous and rich friends.

Yes, we get it. You cook with a lot of salmon to show those of us who make 'Hamburger Helper' what kitchen losers we really are.

And yes, you can afford the 'best' ingredients--we get that, too:

'Make sure you only use good vanilla'.

'Make sure to use the best cocoa'.

'Make sure you only use fresh herbs picked straight from the garden'.

Hey, Ina--make sure to pick up your local grocers special on 'Hamburger Helper'--2 for $3.00.

Make sure to use only the best water.

But, Ed likes her boobs cooking, so we keep tuning in.

And in an unrelated Food Network rant, I now bring you the letters A and C for animal cruelty.

I read on-line this morning that Jon Gosselin of 'Jon and Kate Plus Hate Eight' is getting rid of their two German Sheppard dogs, Shoka and Nala, that they've had for at least a year.

He's sending them back to the breeders from whence they came.

He claims that he's doing this because 'Kate doesn't take care of the dogs when she's here'.

I don't know if this is true or not. I'm obviously not there to refute or verify those claims but the only things that seem to be clear here are this:

Neither Jon NOR Kate have properly taught those kids how to behave around animals. I have seen the little ones pull, push and tug on those dogs and any other animal they come in contact with.

And by 'little ones', I mean FIVE year olds, not one or two year olds.

I've seen them get taken to petting zoos etc., where the establishments are the ones having to tell these monsters children NOT to grab and pull and tug while the parents aren't doing anything to teach them right and wrong.

Back to Shoka and Nala--the dogs in question. The kids did not ask for these dogs--their parents, in an episode last year, simply announced one day that they were 'adding to their family' and getting the kids TWO dogs, which were already picked out and named by Jon and Kate--giving the kids no responsibility or choices in the matter.

However, I feel very strongly that it's not too late to teach them how to care for these dogs.

Again, the youngest are five--certainly old enough to not only be taught right and wrong, but to also be given chores such as feeding, watering and bathing their furry family members.

Their two oldest kids (twin girls Cara and Mady) are ten for crying out loud!

In addition to it not being too late to teach these kids how to love and care for pets--especially ones they've had for well over a year--give them some responsibilities.

It'll help make them better and more compassionate citizens and Shoka and Nala will give nothing but unconditional love in return.

Through Jon's statement about giving the dogs back to the breeder (and what will happen to them then???), it seems he is trying punish Kate.

In the end, though--it's only Shoka and Nala who are, sadly, being punished.

Sad, wrong and disgusting.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


I am asking for donations.

Those five words ought to make 'anonymous' deliriously happy.

'Anonymous' was a poster who replied to one of my posts a few weeks ago and, in addition to many other things--accused me of asking fellow bloggers for money via 'backhanded-ness' and 'whining'.

Alas, I am asking not for myself (and again, to reiterate what I wrote in response back then--nor would I)--I am asking for Ezra and his family.

I do not know Ezra nor do I know Ezra's Mommy. Yet, they touched my life this morning nonetheless.

I was only 'introduced' to them just this morning through SITS ('The Secret Is In The Sauce') as Ezra's Mommy was SITS featured blogger for today--her blog is titled 'Manic Mommy'.

Please CLICK on the newly added button on my side bar titled 'Praying For Ezra' which will take you directly to her blog.

Ezra is two years old (and younger brother to Rowan, four) and was diagnosed back in May with Leukemia.

Ezra's Mommy is a stay at home Mom while her husband works part time and goes to school full time. They are living on his part time income and his student loan allowance.

They only have one car between them and Ezra has several doctors appointments per week. Their families help when they can with what they are able...

Ezra is going to need treatments for THREE years--which are costly.

There is a 'Paypal' button set up on her blog to donate. This was not easy for her to do, as you can read from her post titled 'Ezra's Story' (which you can find at the top right of her blog).

However, I wholeheartedly empathize and support her doing it. Sometimes we simply have no choices left but to turn to the kindness and humanity of strangers...

I wish I could have donated more (it would be uncouth for me to say how much I did) but I know that if ever I have a few extra dollars here and there--I will be back to do so again.

I hope that those of you who are able will give what you can--if not, perhaps you can simply offer Ezra and his Mommy (and the rest of their family) your support and prayers.

Thank you for hearing me out.

Peace, love and happiness to you all.

Monday, September 14, 2009


Well, yesterday I posted 'Sunday Snippets'--just something a little fun and different from my usual "Woe is me..." bru-ha-ha.

Well, ladies and gents--I'm back. And so is the griping.

I'm going to apologize up front--I'm all over the map with my emotions right now--my outrage is on different counts, for different reasons. All connecting, though, in my mind.....

To say that I'm peeved, irked, annoyed...doesn't do justice my choice of topic today.

This isn't directly about me for once--I'm setting aside my narcissism to talk about society as a whole--more notably, WOMEN.

In addition to the above adjectives, I'm also proud--and ashamed. Kindly read on to understand my confliction.

Kanye West at the V.M.A.'s:

If you didn't see it--you've no doubt heard or read about it.

To briefly re-cap: Taylor Swift won an award last night. She goes on stage to accept it when Kanye West bursts on stage uninvited and unannounced, GRABS the microphone from Ms. Swifts hand and starts his soliloquy on why he thinks Beyonce should have won the award that Ms. Swift was graced with.

Simply put, he bullied Ms. Swift and his way on stage.

Beyonce, sitting in the audience, was equally as stunned and mortified as Ms. Swift--who then left the stage in silent shock.

Beyonce, later winning an award, then calls Ms. Swift up to the stage to 'finish her acceptance speech'.

Both women--quite different from one another--exemplified 'grace under fire'. Chalk one up for true sisterhood.

Then I read the news this morning that the missing Yale student, who was engaged to be married, was found dead--shoved in a wall at her work in New Haven, Connecticut.

They found her yesterday--the day she was to be wed.

Both pieces of today's top news stories left me with conflicting feelings--in order: outrage, redemption, pride, sadness....

Perhaps in the normal mind, these stories don't parallel in any way, shape or form--but to me they both screamed out victimization.

What could possibly ease my heart?

Kanye's record sales dropping while Beyonce and Ms. Swifts rise.

The New Haven woman's killer being caught, tried and convicted. Even then, her poor family and Fiance....I can't even imagine.

Reading about her tragic and untimely death led me to look at the related article of other missing women cases--so many.

Couple all this with the book I just finished reading last night--'The Lovely Bones' by Alice Sebold--and what you now have before you is a peri-menopausal woman on a rant.

Good read, well written, couldn't put it down kind of thing.

SPOILER ALERT--skip to end if you don't care to know the details of the book:

Brief description:

Fourteen year old girl is raped and murdered by her middle-aged neighbor. She narrates the story from heaven--watching her family fall apart (her mother leaves her husband, daughter and son for five years) and her killer goes uncaught...

Fast forward 8 years or so later and she is granted a little while back on earth--in the body of an old classmate.

She knows her time is limited--so what does she do?

Instead of leading her family or police to clues--she instead decides to have sex with a boy from her school whom she once kissed.

Her killer goes on to roam the country--still uncaught--only to die by an icicle conking him on the noggin resulting in him falling into a ravine.

Are you kidding me????

Again, I can't tell you enough how much I enjoyed the read thinking it will lead to some form of redemption.

Perhaps I just missed it.

Disappointing ending.


Was going to speak about a long ago friend but have decided against it--too much detail would be provided.

We keep 'tabs' on each other through various social networks...

So, let me just say that this falls along the same way I feel about members of my family--they can reach out to strangers but fail to see the person they know in pain.

I'm feeling disheartened and discouraged.

I don't know...

So, next time I see a woman in need--I plan on doing a random act of kindness. Buy her a coke, pay a few dollars for her gas...something.

I guess that's all I have for now. Not very eloquent or well thought out, I know.

Just some things that were on my mind...

Peace to you this week.

Sunday, September 13, 2009


It's that time of year.


Today not only marks the first Sunday NFL game--which makes Ed deliriously happy!--but it happens to also be the coolest day of the summer--high 80's.

I love football season. Not because I have any particular favorite teams--I don't--and not because I know what's going on in every play--I don't.

I love football season simply because it fills my home with familiar sounds--and it makes my men happy.

It also signifies the cooler weather that will soon be upon us--and not far behind that, Halloween and Christmas.

I've had enough of triple digits (with no A/C). It's supposed to run between low to high 90's the rest of the week--inching dangerously close to that 100 degree mark by Friday.

A week from this coming Tuesday--Sept. 22nd--is the first day of Autumn. I wonder if it knows that. September seems to be season confused.

I've refrained--thus far--from writing 'Mother Nature' a complaint letter. She's pushing it, though.

So, now onto 'Sunday Snippets'--more factoids from the mind of Jo (scary, I know):


*My left foot is an inch longer than my right? True. Odd. It's real fun shoe shopping.

*Michael Jordan gave the WORST 'Hall Of Fame' inductee speech ever? I've lost all respect for him. What a schmuck.

*Hummingbirds flaps their wings around 75 times per SECOND? Sometimes more...

*Hummingbirds are also the only birds that can hover and fly backwards?

*Soy milk has more calcium than regular milk?

*Broccoli is also a good source of calcium?

*Lillian Disney--Walt Disney's wife--was against Walt Disney opening up 'Disneyland' (which opened in 1955)? She thought it would attract undesirable, 'dirty' people.

*Annette Funicello would never call Walt Disney 'Walt' or 'Uncle Walt' as he requested? She had so much love and respect for him that she always referred to him as 'Mr. Disney'.

*Annette Funicello, due to MS (Multiple Sclerosis) can--very sadly--no longer walk, speak or see?

This is her now....

*If you peel a banana from the bottom--instead of our usual way from the top--you won't have the strings of the banana to pick away and deal with? That's how the primates do it.

*You can use conditioner instead of shaving cream for shaving legs? It's cheaper and leaves your legs smoother as well as a good way to use left over conditioner, especially if you bought a bottle you perhaps didn't care for and don't know what to do with it.

*Bell peppers with three bumps on the bottom are sweeter and better for eating raw?
Bell peppers with four bumps on the bottom are firmer and better for cooking?

Well, that's all I have for today--thanks for playing along!

I hope everyone is enjoying their Sunday!