Thursday, April 30, 2009

check it out.

took a hot bath and jammiefied myself.
yeah, i know it's early but it feels SO good!

wee mousie!

Playing For Change | Song Around The World "Stand By Me" from Concord Music Group on Vimeo.

got this over at the group news blog. thanks, mb!

it is really a must see. i love this. sherry

rain's here.
Spring is like a perhaps hand

by E. E. Cummings


Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

just love her!

Bipartisanship occurs only after one other result, and that is victory. In other words, let's say as conservatives liberals demand that we be bipartisan with them in Congress. What they mean is: We check our core principles at the door, come in, let them run the show and agree with them. That's bipartisanship to them. To us, bipartisanship is them being forced to agree with us after we politically have cleaned their clocks and beaten them. And that has to be what we're focused on.

me-if they keep listening to this ex-disc jockey then they have truly lost it!

“Strangers in the Night, Exchanging Glances . . . .”

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i love getting up early in the spring. every morning the trees are a little fuller and the grasses are brighter!

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

sleep well babies.

foamy has a thing or two to say about fashion and shoulder pads!
i thought living in the nixon era was fucking bad but damn...

in hindsight if nixon hadn't been PARDONED. if he would have been brought up in front of the nation on t.v. perhaps we would not have had the bush crowd!
Dear sherry,

We just got the news: the U.S. House has passed the fully inclusive Matthew Shepard Act.

This was not an easy victory. But we WON in the House – thanks in part to the tireless, fearless Judy Shepard, who joined me in critical last-minute meetings on Capitol Hill today.

Now the battle moves to the Senate.

We need every Senator to know we want quick action on the inclusive hate crimes bill. You've emailed, you've called, you've donated – and I thank you deeply – but I hope you understand that this fight is far from over.

President Obama has pledged to sign the bill, but to get it to his desk we'll need to pass it through the Senate first. And with the lies from right-wing groups ALREADY intensifying – one group went so far as to say the bill makes "pedophiles a protected class" and is "pro-child molester" – it's not going to be easy

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Visited April 28, 2009


for my buddies over at the carbolic smoke ball:

By Joe Edwards
NASHVILLE, Tenn. (AP) — The Hermitage Hotel has afternoon tea in the grand lobby. Down-filled duvets (that's a fancy word for comforters). A presidential suite with 2,000 square feet. And a really nice toilet.

So nice, in fact, that it's been voted (drum roll please) America's best restroom. Flush in the middle of downtown Nashville, the luxury hotel and its ground-floor men's bathroom are definitely the head (so to speak) of the class.

The redoubtable restroom is art-deco style with gleaming lime-green-and-black leaded glass tiles, lime-green fixtures, terrazzo floor and a two-seat shoeshine station. "You just can't find anything like it anywhere else," says Janet Kurtz, director of sales and marketing at the hotel.

The restroom won the honor in online voting sponsored by Cincinnati-based Cintas Corp., which supplies restroom hygiene products and services. The company says "tens of thousands" of people voted over two months last summer. Precise numbers are kept, well, private. Criteria were hygiene, style and access to the public. The highfalutin honor has earned the restroom entry to "America's Best Restroom Hall of Fame."

"People see it and fall in love with it," Kurtz said.

It has four stools, three urinals, four sinks, spotless mirrors and a Sultan telephone that connects to the front desk.

And, (how do you put this delicately?) women seem attracted to it.

Lita Esquinance of Bradley County, Tenn., guides friends to the restroom for a discreet peek just about every time she visits Nashville. One of them, Sonja Luckie, jokingly summed up her visit with this discerning observation:

"For men, it's very stimulating."

The hotel, built in 1910 and renovated in 2003, has 122 guest rooms and suites. The restroom, down the hall from the hotel bar and restaurant, dates back to 1939.

Do they leave the light on for you? Not necessarily, but the famous restroom is cleaned hourly.

In her six years at the hotel Kurtz has never used the men's restroom. But just wait. "I hope they have a ladies' night sometime."
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All the World's a Stage

by William Shakespeare

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
cool morning. feels odd after that mini-heatwave.
the rain knocked all of the blossoms from my forsythia
but we needed the rain so, that's how it goes. shows me to take the time to enjoy while it lasts.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

nighty nite
just a stroll down memory lane babies...

wow, i overdid the onions in the mac and bean salad with the roasted red pepper dressing!!! sore mouth or not, i brushed my teeth twice! it was sood stuff but geeezzzz.

i am enjoying the hell out of this switch by specter. oh my i am!
watching the republicans trying to gnaw on his bones is just so Shakespearean with a dash of 3 stooges sprinkled thru the pages of the play.

specter has pretty much voted as he pleased which pisses everyone off at one time or another. i know he's pissed me off but better him than toomey. toomey's ideas make little ricky seem moderate.

so, i figure while i'm sitting around waiting to feel better i'll have a grand time watching the news programs tonight.
still very pretty out!!!

i love it.
back from the dentist. new crown is done, swelling started, yippee!

beautiful day. thunderstorms coming.

Bombshell: Justice Department “Torture Memos” Reveal Waterboarding Effective in Treating Swine Flu

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Monday, April 27, 2009

Evening Star

by Edgar Allan Poe

'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
And The Moon And The Stars And The World

by Charles Bukowski

Long walks at night--
that's what good for the soul:
peeking into windows
watching tired housewives
trying to fight off
their beer-maddened husbands.

too hot for lying in bed.

so i'm up by a window waiting for a soft cool breeze.

i'll leave it to others to decide about this.
i've only heard of this film today.

i would watch it.
geez it's hot.

i'm making macaroni salad with cannellini beans
and a roasted red pepper dressing.

nothing much going on.
Summer Dawn
by Spike Milligan

My sleeping children are still flying dreams
in their goose-down heads.
The lush of the river singing morning songs
Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.
The grey-green pike lances upstream
Kale, like mermaid's hair
points the water's drift.
All is morning hush
and bird beautiful.

I only,
I didn't have flu.

my new sandals and my old feet!!!
my mommy's day gift came today via the ups man!

i usually wear dr. scholls sandals and i needed a new pair this year but i decided to try out a pair of birkenstocks (yeah, i am a product of 60's and perhaps having a flashback.)my buddy kona tho , he actually got me interested in trying them.

i was glad to see them arrive early because it's going up close to 90 today and my tennys are just TOO hot!
Baby Face
by Carl Sandburg

WHITE MOON comes in on a baby face.
The shafts across her bed are flimmering.

Out on the land White Moon shines,
Shines and glimmers against gnarled shadows,
All silver to slow twisted shadows
Falling across the long road that runs from the house.

Keep a little of your beauty
And some of your flimmering silver
For her by the window to-night
Where you come in, White Moon.

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oh, a BIG hooray for boag and sara.
they are now GRANDPARENTS!!!!
in the 70's already. goofy weather! my white rhodie is starting to bloom!

went over to pudd'n boy and gl's last night.

monday today, back to the monday routine.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

well,sweetie had her bath and i had a shower and now she laying in my bed checking out dora the explorer while i wait for my hair to dry.

we had chinese take out for dinner. hing wong's, i love that place and she has loved rice since she was a year old so she always asks for chinese for dinner when she's here. lunch may vary but dinner...!

i can't believe how hot it got today. we broke a record for the low last night-65 and tied the high at 85! it's only just now starting to cool a little in the house. it's well over 80 in here. bizarre weather but damn better than snow!

layla is curled up by me, snoring. she's been pretty tired looking today. i hope she's o.k. of course she was up last night chasing something around the basement all night so?

max and my little sweetie today
we all went for ice cream. she had strawberry and i had chocolate raspberry truffle!
went to dinner with my sister last night. now, i'm waiting for a call to say that my little sweetie is on her way for a day and night of games and coloring and potato chips and chocolate milk!

Friday, April 24, 2009



this cracked me UP!!!!
the joke below is from my uncle gabe!
An old Italian lived alone in New Jersey . He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard.

His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over.. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.
Love, Papa

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

Dear Pop,
Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.

At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.

That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Pop,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.

Love you,
here's max, sitting on the top back of the loveseat. the flowers are in my yard. the tulips were an easter gift from my late brother-in law, tommy. he and my niece jessie bought them the day before good friday.
friday, which was the day he passed suddenly.
he always bought plants for the ladies in the family for easter.

tommy had a bad heart, but no one expected this.
he collapsed in the middle of the road outside of his home as my sister and jess called for 911 and a stranger(bless her) did CPR. it didn't work.

i am praying that the tulips take and come back every year.

got the screens in the storm doors this morning.
layla is on a bird/squirrel watch as she perches on anything high enough to give her a view.
the feathered and furry outside have been here long enough to not care that she is!

max is confused. he's got more beagle to him than pug and the scents from the little bit of woods at the back of the house are making him nuts.

bob, well bob doesn't care much at all. he's mellow that way.
the birds are singing and the weather is a promise of summer for the next few days!
friday. joke day, thunderstorms in the distance, geezzz!

What is the best day of the week to sleep?

How many rotten eggs does it take to make a stink bomb?
A phew!

What do cannibals eat for breakfast?
Buttered host!

What holds the sun up in the sky?

What does "Maximum" mean?
A very big mother!

What is full of holes but can still hold water?
A sponge!

Why is perfume obedient?
Because it is scent wherever it goes!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

sleep tight babies!
just got back from grocery shopping. my cupboards are happy!
yes,i did post a LOT of videos today but they were good ones that i wanted to share.

i hope no one minded.
shepard smith says an F word

(hint, it's not fox)


THIS is how bush and cheney used and hung the military out to dry.

(remember this woman??? you should)

peanut butter sandwich. no jelly!
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shows just what bold and arrogant liars the previous administration had in it!

if i were this man i'd sue.
wouldn't get far, but i would!

gets right to it!
i woke up in the middle of the night thinking in poem form.
i wish i had written it down but i'm hoping it comes back to me.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

I Like For You To Be Still

by Pablo Neruda

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true

me-stop in and say hello:

(from my e-mail)

Well, Spring is finally here and most welcome!

Just a quick note to let everyone know that SPRING TIDES & Orion Generations Wellness Center will be hosting a wonderful Spring-time Sound Session with Life In Balance on Saturday, May 9th from 1pm- 2:30pm. Call or stop by SPRING TIDES for more info &/or pre-registration for this show. Cost is only $15.

SPRING TIDES is also very happy to welcome Tarot Readings with T’mara; an incredible intuitive, (studying the Tarot since 1990) as well as a successful exhibiting artist and photographer. Her insight into the ancient Tarot’s mystical symbolic language is more than evident in her work; not only as a reader of these cards but also as a creator of her own deck(s).

v T’mara can read a variety of card layouts and can seek information for health, career, love and life path issues.

v She is available by appointment Tuesday, Thursday & Saturday, 11am – 6pm.

v Each reading is $45 with special rates for couples, groups & events.

Please see above attachments regarding additional upcoming classes & workshops through SPRING TIDES as well as our current menu of holistic therapies through Orion Generations Wellness Center.

If there are any questions or concerns regarding any of our events or services please feel free to contact me.

Have a happy & healthy SPRING!!

K. Daimon Goga


Orion Generations Wellness Center

4361 William Flynn Hwy

Allison Park, PA 15101

the sun is out and i think the rain is done.
from monkey muck's blog:

at bluegal's
i was over at the GROUP NEWS BLOG and read a great post there on april being, as you know, national poetry month.

i can not pick any one poem that shaped me or touched me but this poet and this book
has to be my all time favorite. the fact that he is from here and these poems are of us is just a bonus.

buy the book "the origins of evening". you won't be sorry. i promise.

Robert Gibb has published four selections of poetry, one of which, Momentary Days, won the Camden Poetry Award. His most recent collection, The Origins of Evening, was named Winner of the 1997 National Poetry Series, and his first book, The Winter House, was a Devin's Award Finalist. One chapbook, The Names of the Earth in Summer, won Stone Country magazine's Tenth Anniversary Award Volume; another, A Geography of Common Names, was a Devil's Millhopper's Chapbook winner. Gibb is a winner of an NEA grant, three Pennsylvania Council on the Arts Grants, and a Pushcart Prize. He lives in New Homestead, Pennsylvania.

The Origins of Evening (1998)

Winner of the 1997 National Poetry Series

Also by Robert Gibb

- Fugue for a Late Snow
- Momentary Days
- The Winter House
the guys at carbolic smoke ball were on a roll today...

Earth Day Disaster: Tanker Loaded With Oil, Pesticide, Insecticide, Nuclear Waste Rams Rachel Carson Bridge, Sinks

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Tuesday, April 21, 2009

night night sweet babies!
blogger is still screwing with me!

but, i finally got on my own blog here.

nothing much to say. it just was driving me crazy that i couldn't access my own blog.

i did want to share this from last night.
for all my FOX viewers. especially 1 that had a hissy fit over just this sort of thing. odd, he is the SAME age as i am yet he can't seem to REMEMBER these things.

from wee mousie.

me-hope so!

veggie soup on the stove and all seems quiet-for now. ; )

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this is the bride and groom that sat atop the cake at the wedding i was just at.
i've seen a lot of cake toppers but never one like this.

i guess it means that they have each other's backs.(in case you can't tell. they both have BIG guns)

the outfit on the bride figure cracked me up because the bride herself is a sweet and shy girl who would never wear an outfit like it.

firehall weddings are fun and interesting even for the only liberal in the room!

Monday, April 20, 2009


i just got this surprise award from lemmy caution over at:ALPHAVILLE

UPDATE: i also receive one for sweet gina over at "the pagan sphinx"
she has some really great blogs!

the instructions for the 'chosen ones'

1.You must brag about the award (I DID!)

2.You must include the name of the blogger who bestowed the award on you and link back to the blogger (did that too)

3.You must choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. 4.Show their names and links and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog.(working on that!)

5.List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself.

Then pass it on with the instructions!

TEN HONEST THINGS ABOUT ME: (geez you really want to know?)

1. i have some odd forms of dyslexia (garden variety wasn't good enough for me, nope!)

2. i have phobias

3. i may be afraid that i'm smarter than i think i am

4. i may be afraid i'm dumber than i think i am

5. i can be a surprise to some

6. i dream of having enough to give more away (and STILL buy shoes! )

7. i feel better with extra everything in my cupboards (just in case)

8. love dark haired men

9. i despair of ever finishing OR getting a poetry book published(maybe that's why i can't finish)

10. i travel in many different circles and fit in no where.

ah, those days...

those NIGHTS!

great weather for ducks.
me? not so much!
ordered the windows!!!!

now, maybe no more ice in the winter and drafts strong enough to move the curtains. plus, the new ones will be energy efficient and that makes the little tree hugger in me happy!

it's a lot of money but come tax time maybe it will work out too.
Good news! If you have FIOS in the Pittsburgh area, or want to switch to it, you can now see It’s Alive on FIOS!

If you don’t have FIOS, don’t despair – you can still watch WBGN over-the-air (with an antenna) or via the webcast at And sit tight – good news for non-FIOS subscribers will be announced as soon as we are legally and contractually permitted to do so.

(got this in an e-mail last week! i'm THRILLED!)

by Pablo Neruda

You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with
his golden feet?
I reply, the ocean knows this.
You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent
bell? What is it waiting for?
I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.
You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?
Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.
You question me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal,
and I reply by describing
how the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.
You enquire about the kingfisher's feathers,
which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?
Or you've found in the cards a new question touching on
the crystal architecture
of the sea anemone, and you'll deal that to me now?
You want to understand the electric nature of the ocean
The armored stalactite that breaks as it walks?
The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched out
in the deep places like a thread in the water?

I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its
jewel boxes
is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,
and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the
hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light
and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall
from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.

I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead
of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,
of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes
on the timid globe of an orange.

I walked around as you do, investigating
the endless star,
and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,
the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.
i could just scream! i can access my blog to post via the pgh woman's blogging s. but i can not access the posting thru my own blog OR view my blog without the whole damn page freezing up and then i have to log off and come back on!

SUCKS! i am not a computer whiz and this is making an ugly monday even uglier!

for kona!

i love this song.
allergic, but i love the song.

i've never seen anyone stoned beat anyone up or shoot anyone or...

see drunk people or people on other drugs do that sort of thing, but not
pot smokers.
been having trouble with my blog freezing up. don't know why?

Sunday, April 19, 2009

got this over at kona's. really interesting. really eye opening:

well i went to the wedding yesterday. i have been to all different types of weddings and different faiths and secular ones. i've been to really fancy and jp weddings. this was a firehall wedding and they can be the most fun!

and so, there i was, sitting next to, 2 rabid fox watching republican guys(who i know well) in a hall full of gun loving people and i held my own!(and had a ball doing so!)

it was a great reception. tons of food and a table FULL of cookies!

the bride was beautiful!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

my cuz, linda was just here and brought me this really great black squirrel shirt and magnet(i have it on my dishwasher)

it comes from kent state(ohio)where they have black squirrels.
everyone knows i'm a squirrel lover and these squirrels are beautiful!

thanks linda! love ya!
a beautiful morning. a glorious day.

two families that i know are having weddings today for their kids. 4 new lives starting. odd, i've been to 2 funerals this past week and more to come and then the sun comes out and lives go on and celebrations. new beginnings.

circles in circles and the earth keeps turning, seasons change and

the sun shines.

Friday, April 17, 2009

O.K. babies. friday night is soon upon us.

lets cause a scene. raise some eyebrows.

start some tongues wagging!!!!

come on!

you know you wanna!

this was really weird.
just had max outside. there are bright blue skies and not 1 cloud.

i looked up and there was a flock of vultures wheeling and circling.
one kept dipping lower and lower with each pass. i could even see his eye and his beak so i know he was a turkey vulture.

i've seen them about 10 or 15 minutes drive north of here. so i guess they too are running out of habitat and moving closer towards the city. just like the coyotes and the turkeys and deer.

max didn't seem to care after sniffing the air for a minute.
i thought it was cool.
it's still so beautiful out. i just wish i could sing because i'd be like a middle aged julie andrews out in the back, twirling around (and hoping to not fall over the hill!)

wee mousie!

Dear sherry,

"War is the thread that binds, even as it unravels." -- Scott Kesterson, veteran and war reporter

Today we'd like to tell you about an important new project that has the potential to both change the way veterans communicate and to revolutionize the treatment of combat Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). It's called Not Alone, and this is what it's all about:

Mike Jones was back home for almost a year when he started to wonder why the problems weren't going away. He wondered why he couldn't drive down the road without his heart racing, why he could still hear the echo of chatter on the tactical radio in his head, and why the dreams wouldn't stop. "I can do this," Mike said to himself. "I survived war. I can defeat this."

Yet there he was, angry and bitter a year after his second tour. He was alone. For the first time in his life, something was defeating him. Mike's body and his mind were still on patrol. He just wasn't deployed anymore.

It doesn't have to be like that.

Not Alone is a community, by warriors and spouses and for warriors and spouses, created to help find the new normal after the war. It lets warriors and spouses anonymously talk about their problems through forums, social networking and blogs. Here you can find others that have gone through exactly what you have gone through. And soon you will be able to find expert help here too.

You can help and find help at Not Alone in three ways...

Listen to stories of other members such as Brandon Friedman and Kayla Williams, as they discuss what war is like and what they faced in coming home. Hear how they've begun to rebuild their lives after the devastation of war. Or hear how spouses like Michelle Briggs and Marshele Waddell picked up the pieces after their husbands returned with deep wounds, visible and not.

Sign up now! Join the community. Find support and be supported in the forums.

Donate either time or money to tackle the issues that combat stress are placing on our warriors and families today. Rand, in their groundbreaking 2007 study, estimates that over 300,000 families are dealing with combat stress and post-traumatic stress.
Most importantly, you can spread the word. Tell others about Not Alone.


Brandon Friedman
Vice Chairman,
Iraq and Afghanistan Veteran

had a peanut butter sandwich for lunch(still alive)

tho i do pause a second now before indulging.

nothing much to say. just trying to come up with a new poem to go with the ones for my book. there's a theme to it and i need to connect the poems. they stand on their own but the story is incomplete.

but, then again, so am i. or would that be incompetent??


i think it may just be, "in" need of a cookie!

me-wow, too cool! got this just now over at 2pj(2 political junkies)

thanks maria and dave and a special thanks to that, "someone!"

Blogroll Update

These blogs have been added to 2pj's local political blogroll:

after the bridge (Because Sherry now blogs about politics as much as she blogs about poetry and because as someone put it "Sherry is at the epicenter of the 'Burghosphere")

me again- and there are some other new cool blogs they have up for you to check out as well. go see for yourself. thanks
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The Colbert Coalition's Anti-Gay Marriage Ad
Colbert Report Full EpisodesPolitical HumorNASA Name Contest

got this from bluegal(who else!) over at c&l, i was on the floor by the last of it.

too funny. especially if you are around my age!!!
a pretty a day

by E. E. Cummings

a pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)

o yes to flower
until so blithe
a doer a wooer
some limber and lithe
some very fine mower
a tall;tall

some jerry so very
(and nellie and fan)
some handsomest harry
(and sally and nan
they tremble and cower
so pale:pale)

for betty was born
to never say nay
but lucy could learn
and lily could pray
and fewer were shyer
than doll. doll
it is so beautiful today. i could tear up it's that pretty!
What do you call an American drawing?
Yankee doodle!

I was once in a play called "Breakfast in Bed"
Did you have a big role?
No just toast and marmalade!

What key went to college?

What is a volcano?
A mountain with hiccups!

Why was the broom late?
It over swept!

What runs but never walks?

What is green, four legs and two trunks?
Two seasick tourists!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Neurofibromatosis Meeting

Saturday April 18, 2009

2:00 pm – 4:30 pm

Howard University Hospital

Building Tower Auditorium

2041 Georgia Avenue, NW, Washington, DC


NF & Genetics Robert Murray, M.D., Howard University

Adults & NF Douglas Stewart, M.D., NHGRI

NF2 Research at NIH Ashok Asthagiri, M.D., NINDS

Learning Disabilities Maria Acosta, M.D., Children’s Hospital

Certificates of Attendance Given Upon Request

Realtime Captionist Present

Parking $6 Maximum; Metro Green Line

For more information:


Neurofibromatosis, Inc.-Mid-Atlantic

8855 Annapolis Road #110, Lanham, MD 20706

Call us at: 301-577-8984 Toll-free: 1-866-261-1271

Neurofibromatosis, Inc.-Mid-Atlantic

8855 Annapolis Rd., Ste. 110

Lanham, MD 20706

Tel: 301-577-8984

Fax: 301-577-0016

Toll-free: 1-866-261-1271


The Colbert ReportMon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c
Tax Atax
Colbert Report Full EpisodesPolitical HumorNASA Name Contest
my little sweetie's coming for dinner.
piles o' fun to be had!


and i bet when this jackass gets his taxes lowered he'll cash the check and never think about what a stupid fuck he is!
the last 2 are just great. the last, well gee nice of the guy to use inside info to make sure HIS money was safe in case we did have a bank failure. even tho it was insured by the feds! real nice guy!

fog fog and more fog, but the sun is breaking thru already!

max and i scared a deer again this morning. i heard him snort but i couldn't see him in the fog and then i could see the white tail. like a flag bouncing away.