HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

To my Feisty Friend Christina,

Have a wonderful birthday! I'll be thinking about you!

P.S. Ya'll she's "29"! Go wish her a happy birthday.

WTW-Injury

I was making some of my own firecrackers today for the fourth of july and well, I done blowed my thumb off. Now everybody in the park is callin me stumpy. Can't show ya no pictures cause, well, I done blowed up my camera too. I'm going to the clinic, if you want more stories check out my noisy naybors! He, he, maybe they'll give me a medal, after all, I was doin my patriotic duty in gettin ready for the 4th . . . *passes out from the pain*

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I've Been Thinking, and That Is Bad!

Yep, I have been thinking . . . politics. Now, I got most of my readers from being personal (all 5 of you *wink*) But I got my troll from being political and he's gone and got himself a really great blog so he isn't my troll anymore.
So I am going to get all current events yet again this week, probably to the chagrin of my 5 readers.

I went home and thought about the Supreme Court again yesterday. See, I am utterly perplexed by their "interpretation" of our Constitution.

Let me just start by saying the Constitution is our founding document. It is our law and in it, the Supreme Court is charged with certain duties. They are not all powerful! They should note this for the day when G-d or one of our founding fathers decides enough is enough and strikes them down, but I digress.

I am angry, really genuinely angry. I make my profession in the law. No joke, when I was very young I told anyone that would listen that I wanted to sit on the Supreme Court someday, a pretty lofty goal for a 6 year old. Now, I want to dissolve the Supreme Court, as it is as asinine as the other politicians in Washington. (but if the Prez, wants me for the post, I am so there!)

Let's get back to yesterday, for those of you who are unaware, the First Amendment very clearly says:

"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof . . ."

This is key, no where, and I mean no where, I looked several times, does this clause say: the government must remain neutral with respect to religion. SCOTUS just yesterday said this was the overriding principal. Really? Where is it in the Constitution, I looked but couldn't find it!

Let's break it down for the ninnies on the bench. The first phrase: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion. The Founding Father's fleeing the government called the "Church of England" understood that a state controlled, sponsored, sanctioned, created . . . religion is not a good thing. It does not say the government can't respect religion, or allow its presence in public. Nor does it say if a religious article is on public grounds that equals the establishment of religion. It just doesn't say it.

The next phrase: or prohibiting the free exercise thereof. Now, class, it doesn't say "except in courthouses, public schools, county municipal buildings, etc . . . but for works of art or historical nature. It isn't there, I checked again. It says, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof. That means the people of this great nation should be free to exercise their religion anywhere and in any means they feel inclined to without the interference of the government. (unless the exercise thereof breaks a different law like murder - for those of you following the death of the nun in Europe who was 'gettin the demon out')

Oh, yes, the Constitution also doesn't say, but we'll make an exception if you are a whiny be-yotch who feels offended by my exercise thereof.

The words are plain, there is no ambiguity here. No need for interpretation. Our Founding Father's were mindful of the oppression that One religion so intertwined with the government engendered.

We don't have that here. Sure we have phrases alluding to God, sure we have the occassional Ten Commandments plaque. But we don't have state sponsored religion. Saying "One Nation Under God" in the Pledge doesn't change that fact.

Perhaps when the Supremes said neutral they were referring to that second phrase in the First Amendment. If they were, they still got it wrong. Because they have acted to restrict someone's free exercise of religion.

I am all for the Ten Commandments, the Star of David, Menorah's, Buddah's, medicine wheels, little Hare Krishna's, the Goddess of Fertility, or even a picture of Satan himself being placed smack dab in the middle of the county lawn. That is free exercise of religion, anyone's religion and since it is a public place, owned by the public, the public should get to put anything they want out there and participate fully in that right. It may not be my religion, but it is someone's. And for those with no religion, big smiley faces all around.

This Country was founded on religious tolerance. While we have not always been tolerant, in today's world, it is clear that Christianity is no longer tolerated at all.

Get this straight, all you whiney bastards talking about "separation of church an state," and "I shouldn't have to say the pledge, it hurts my feelings. . ."
Symbols of religion, even statements of religious nature do not "create" or endorse that religion for the masses. They are just symbols and statements, nothing more to you, a whole lot more to some.

In less than one week, the Supreme Court has managed to eliminate property rights and religious rights for Americans. What is next? I will tell you, an avalanche of religious litigation to determine whose cross is historic and who has a pretty picture of an angel and whose plaque of the Ten Commandments is too religious. Disgusting. That we are even having these fights is disgusting.

We have babies dieing because they have no food. We have terrorists bent on killing us because we happen to be Americans or associated with Americans. We have better things to worry about, we really do. But no, we focus our attention on a plaque of the Ten Commandments. For all some people know it was just the title to some movie Charleton Heston made back when he was really nice looking . . . I digress again.

The Commandments are not a threat. They don't shoot flames, bombs, shed articles of clothing, hell they don't even sing! What's more, they can be avoided by a simple "look the other way." You know like libs. do when Dickhead Durbin slanders our military and then sorta apologizes.

I'm sick of all of this. And I am hungry! So that means I'm done ranting for now, but I warn you, any of you, I may be back with more politics soon! It is getting me set for the next election cycle after all!

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Hat Tip: Phin

The Cotillion

It is up! It is a must read! So many fine ladies in one room, how can you not be there now?

The hostesses with the absolute most this week are:

Rightwingsparkle
Not a Desperate Housewife
SondraK
Maxed out Mama

Jeff's Graduating!!!

Jeff get's out of Boot Camp on Friday. He wanted 1000 comments at his party but we haven't even broke 300! We need a mad dash of comments at his place so he has something fun to see when he gets to a computer. Show him what he worked so hard at bootcamp for! Go there, and keep going back so that he has well over 300 comments for his graduation gift. Go!

P.S. Ladies, there are many Marines and Firemen to be had still, MacGyver and Rambo are there too, go figure. Bring along your favorite celeb if ya like.

Just go and show Jeff some love!

They Are At It Again

In what is sure to signal the need to abolish lifetime appointments for the Supremes, they have come down with yet another incoherent, preachy, outside the bounds of precedent opinion that leaves people on both sides of the aisle shaking their heads!

That's right, you cannot display the Ten Commandments in a Court House (unless of course you are the Supreme Court) but you can display it on public property. Now, let me get this straight, God's law has no business in a Court of Law, but is more than welcome in the Post Office hallway? What am I missing? Oh yes, I have scruples but several of the Supremes do not, now, why am I not a Supreme Court Justice??? Oh Yes, because I have scruples.

Now, let's get to the meat of what was surely a deliberate attempt to slap Ole' Roy (the Ten Commandments Judge) in the face (fer gitten all uppity and righteous). Apparently, the Commandments are only "religious" when framed as they were in the Kentucky Courthouse cause they "highlight" the religious content. Ok, back up, what are they when in the artwork on the Supreme Court walls and ceilings? hmmm? But they are okey dokey when displayed on a Texas municipal lawn because they are just part of some historical display.

Rehnquist, though one foot in the grave, recognizes that they are "always" religious, but that religious content doesn't always violate the Establishment Clause (which doesn't regulate "religion" cause *pregnant pause* because that would be unConstitutional).

So, what have our wonderful Supremes given us today? Well, what they have given us is an "I told you to git back in yer place, boy!" dig at Ole' Roy and a coherent finding that a display simply doesn't equal sanction or establishment of religion. Of course both are totally inconsistent with earlier precedent!!! What good are judges if they can't read and follow the law!!!

I'm tired. Tired of wondering what freedom my government under the guise of guys in black robes is going to steal from me next. My land, my religion, my right to chose (cable companies that is). It sickens me that we have no mechanism to force the robes to take heed of the laws, and not to make them up as they go along!

Send in your resignations already and make room for me! I'm coming, just get out of my way.

Me so sick

Ok, in the spiral of everlasting sickness, I have caught another of my child's or my nephew's illnesses. This time? Mono. Yep, I shared my fork or food or drink with one too many a sick child apparently. That or my sister drank out of my cup when she had mono in April. The nephew had it in May and the Boy had it early June. (takes about four weeks to hit ya!) The Better Half is sure to get it also.

Here is me - Friday, I go to work, feeling fine, a bit of a sore throat but fine. By 10 am I have a fever, chills, goosebumps (it is 94 degrees outdoors and I have goosebumps). I leave barely make it home, light headed, can't see, etc. . . Sleep all afternoon and night and morning . . .

Saturday, I feel sick, but ok. I go about my daily business, by 5 pm. I can't walk, see, etc . . . it is now 98 degrees and I have buried myself under two winter blankets because I am cold. By 10 p.m. I have a temp. of 103, doctor says "bring her in if it's 104" it didn't get there. (so no real diagnosis of mono, but I know that is what it is).

Sunday, I feel sick but ok. I eat ice cream. First food in like three days. Yum. No fever, not well though.

Today. I am at work, wishing my fever would return. Still sick, but not contagious, unless someone frenches me or eats my food or drinks from my cup. Oh, or pisses me off, in which case, I intend to spit on his/her lunch!

Time for a desk nap!

Some Linky Love

It is my duty to direct everyone's attention to my good friend Fiesty Christina and the birth of yet another wonderful tale at her site. Go read Colors and stay tuned for more!

What is more, she turns "29" again on Thursday. So in honor of her birthday, give her some love!

From My Cold Dead Hands . . .

In what is set to become a sweeping and disturbing precedent, a split 5-4 Supreme Court has ruled that a municipality can steal your property and give it to private developers for the "good of the community"

It used to be that the Constitution meant something to the law. The Fifth Amendment allowed the taking of property by eminent domain for the "public good", that is to allow for the building of schools, hospitals, roads and other "public" facilities. Never was a community allowed to steal your property and give it to a private interest so that private interest could make money. Did it happen anyway? Sure. Now, however, the Supreme Court has rubber-stamped any such takings.

LISTEN UP PEOPLE! This means that your town or boro or city can take your land and home and put up a shopping mall and you can't do jack about it!

Yep, they will say the area needs to be "revitalized" to cure blight and they will steal what is yours from right under your nose. This is the liberals at their finest. And Gun Toting Lib, I don't mean you! I mean those so-called "progressives" who are really socialists in sheeps' clothing. The liberals who are all for the redistribution of private property "for the good of the people." To them I say over my dead body!

Now, I live in a very rural community that could benefit from a hotel, shopping mall, hell even a restaurant. I have 13 acres and small house. My land is prime location for such a private development, but I dare anyone to come upon my land and try to take it. When I say dead body, I mean dead body. I will take several people with me on my way out of this life. The perils of trying to steal one's castle, I guess. I will not roll over on that. I will get my family to saftey, say my goodbyes and then pick people off, one at a time, until I myself have perished. I will not go willingly, quietly or without fight.

The Constitution GUARANTEES certain rights. In some instances those rights have been expanded by the courts to include property rights, now the right to your property has been eviserated.

When your home is razed to build a strip mall you can no longer complain. Socialists with their agenda have taken your right to complain away. Oh and private developers and big business don't get off here either. They take advantage of your loss of property and benefit themselves.

I don't buy into the crap that "this will revitalize the community and bring in jobs." Here's one for ya! Hotels hire, for the most part, immigrants for the housekeeping and blue collar work. The desk clerks, at least at the fancy hotels, come from other countries and proudly display that fact on their name tags. So much for "jobs for the community." Oh sure, there will probably be a Walmart to work in, maybe even a new TGIFridays, but at what cost? The cost of someone's property and freedom to live without interference thereon.

I will never, ever visit New London, CT. I will never, ever stay in the fancy waterfront hotel, visit the museum or shop in the strip mall. I will never, ever tire in telling others to shun New London, CT. People's homes, lives, memories, are being stolen to benefit the government of New London, CT, and soon your town.

Watch your back my friends. That prime piece of real estate you sit on, the home where you raised your kids, may just be sold to the highest bidder, by your own government. Think you get some of that "fair compensation?" Think again. The government will pay you bupkiss, and then sell it to some developer for prime dollar.

Nope, you can't blame this one on our current sitting President. This is all on so-called-Judges who think the Constitution and its guaranteed protections are worthless.

Again I say, "over my dead body!" You may take my land, but not before I take some of you out!

Does Anybody Know . . .

How I change my URL in both the Alliance and TTLB Ecosystem? Just wondering . . . Thanks!

My new mailbox

How you like my new mailbox? Me and Billierae took a week to build it, and it takes up nearly our entire driveway, but I liked it so much, I had to have it.

Some folks in the traylor park say Ima showing off, but I ain't! Theyz jest jaylos.

Check out what my noisy naybors have to say:

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BOBO BLOGGER
Cranky Neocon
Dangerous Logic
Fistful of Fortnights
HECTOR VEX
It Is What It Is
Mean Ol' Meany
Merri Musings
MY Vast Right Wing Conspiracy
Riehl World View
Rightwingsparkle
Six Meat Buffet
Sortapundit
The Ebb & Flow Institute
The Jawa Report
The Nose On Your Face
The Therapist
Vince Aut Morire

Toys for Papa

In honor of adopted blog-dad Harvey's blogiversary (and a belated father's day to you). I have chosed to bestow this magic 8 ball. Its the Simpson's version for additional insight.

I thought it may come in handy while choosing his new life-path. Happy blogiversary Papa!

P.S. You can also ask it whether or not you can do naughty things with TNT! *wink*

Bad Example/Frizzen Family Blogcrawl

Mark your calendars! The Blogcrawl is set to take off on July 30, 2005 from 7pm to 7am CST.

Leave drunken comments for the families on that date! What are you waiting for? Put it on your calendars!

On a side note, Jeff's comment party is still hopping. Young men are being auctioned off and well, Harvey's gone for more supplies, stop on by! Remember we need 1000 comments by the time he gets out of boot camp, we aren't even close, so bring a friend.

Bonfire of the Vanities

The Bonfire of the Vanities for this week is up, and its pretty interesting. Head on over and see what Evil Glenn has been up to this week!

My Dad

In honor of Father's Day, which was yesterday, I thought I would post about my dad. First, as I have said before, he is a gem of a man.

I'll describe him for you so you get an idea of my dad. He is not a tall nor short man, 5 foot 11. He is broad in the shoulders. He has a 'trucker belly' he doesn't drink but his belly resembles a beer gut. He keeps his head closely shaven to hide that he is starting to bald. He has hazel eyes, that are often blue and sometimes green. He has a deep bellowing voice that changes to an even deeper tone when he is angry. And, he has the heartiest, warmest laugh. He is aging gracefully and is still handsome.

While I didn't 'marry my dad' in the sense that I married someone like him, I married a man with the same humor and work ethic as my dad.

My dad is a trucker. He has always worked hard. He'd drive all week and then come home on a friday night, pack the car and drive us to the beach for the weekend because he thought it'd make us happy. My sister and I followed dad around like little puppies, doing anything he asked of us. I learned to change the oil in my car, drive, drywall, build a barn, roof a house and shoot from my dad. I also learned to laugh. My mom isn't one to laugh a lot. She has gone through more than the average person can stand, and so laughing isn't something she ever learned, but my dad! Boy can he make us laugh.

One of the many of my fond memories was a short, week-end camping trip to the mountains. We took our three younger cousins and two neighbor kids with us because my dad thought they'd all enjoy a camping trip. The trip was simple, we set up our camp and got a fire going. We went swimming at the lake till it was dark and then we toasted marshmallows and made up songs to the ones on the radio. My dad made up the funniest song, I can't remember the words now, but I remember laughing so hard I cried. I remember my cousin laughing so hard she peed herself and the two neighbor kids begging to be invited to go camping again.

See, it wasn't the song that was important - it was the laughter. My dad got animated when trying to make us happy. He would run around the camp donning a pretend cape and a microphone. He'd start to belt out a song and get us to give him words, then he'd serenade us all with the funniest lyric ever created, Weird Al had nothing on Dad. We didn't roll our eyes with embarassment, we pretended to be fans and shouted more! more! Then we'd throw marshmallows or sticks at him at the end. We each took our turns with the songs, we were up all night laughing. The next day my side hurt so bad I could barely sit in the car on the trip home.

Most weekends were like that with my dad. Simple, entertaining, memorable. To this day, I go to my dad with every issue I have. Sometimes it irritates my Better Half, but I have noticed that he now does the same thing!

You know you are loved when you are in my dad's company. That is just how he is. You never leave his company without a smile on your face, and you always feel welcome to return. I was the envy of all my friends, and still am.

How much does dad love us? When I went into labor with my son, my dad was on the road working about 900 miles away. He was at the hospital to meet my boy a mere 8 hours after he was born though. He drove all day and night to meet him. Today, "PaPa" is absolutely the most important person in my boy's life second only to me of course.

I wish you all could meet my dad because writing it down here just doesn't do him any justice. You would walk away calling him "Uncle Joe" just like everyone else. As I said, a gem among men, sure to turn whatever is ailing you into a smile! Happy Father's day Daddy!

Karnival of the Kidz #9

Bora over at Science & Politics has this week's Karnival of the Kidz, go on over and check it out it is a job well done!

Fishing

Here is a picture of the boy fishing and holding the fish he caught himself! Isn't he cute?

WTW - My Real Family

OK, I didn't have time to do a cool picture for today's WTW post, so I thought I'd tell ya'll a little story bout my real family! My extended family consists of real trash, not good ole' country rednecks, but trash. The kind even us rednecks like to loathe.

Now, for context it helps to know that the Better Half and I have what we commonly refer to as "White Trash Contests." Now, in such contests, we give examples of family activity which constitutes "White Trash" to see whose family is trashier . . . got the picture? Good. Problem is, I usually win. *hangs head in shame*

Here's a sample of why that is.

My daddy was one of three children, his daddy was one of six. We will start with granddaddy's family. Of the six children in grandpa's clan, none went to college. Each had decent sized families in which none of the biological children went to college.

One brother adopted nine children (four of mixed black/white heritage) several of whom went to college (I think), one of whom dated the Seattle Mariners (most of them anyway), one of whom is in Levenworth for dealing drugs, one of whom has been married no less than 5 times and one of whom is a rather successful artist in the south. The others are fairly normal. So far on the White Trash scale, we get a three.

One brother had five children, none went to college. All of whom had babies or married when teens. The three boys were bikers and the women schitzoids. Only one is married to their first spouse. White Trash scale? 5.

Now, we will skip the others cause they are simply too embarrasing and we will move to my grandpa. He had three kids, none went to college. One is a wife -abusing alcoholic whose children have disowned him generally, one is a former abused wife whose children are the basis for this post, and one is my daddy, a gem among men! White Trash Scale? 2.

Ok, so we move directly to the former abused wife. All three of her children are dirty. I mean dirty, the kind where you can scrub for days and still be dirty, dirty. My female cousin doesn't wash her hair. She thinks it makes her more natural or something. Ick! All three had children while in highschool, more than one in fact. All three are on welfare and live either in trailors or govt. subsidized housing. All three steal from family members on a regular basis. Of the three, the oldest has two boys. One is destined to become a serial killer when he is grown. No lie, he's all of 8 and already tried to kill his parents. The other, destined to become a rapist. He is all of 12 and watches porn. Both are beaten on a regular basis imagine *dirty sweaty dad, fat pig mom, cigarettes and beer* "come here boy, I'm fixin to beat yer ass fer watchin my porn!" White Trash Scale? Off the friggin charts!

This is what my family reunions with this bunch of three consists of "you think yer high fallutin cause yer edjacated in some fancy schoolin. Well you ain't no better than me! Woman! Get me a beer!" My reply is usually, "no, I think I'm high fallutin cause I bathe."

My mouth tends to get me into some trouble on occassion. The last visit, I was challenged, by my oldest cousin, to a pistol party -- basically who can shoot better. I won, as he doesn't even own a gun but the man in him figured he could outshoot a girl. This didn't go over with the dirty cousin very well, who threatened me with physical violence. Now, I'm not a genius but I know better than to threaten someone with physical violence when she is holding a fully loaded, very accurate .38 and has just proven she can, in fact, shoot it and, where you have just proven you can't hit the side of a barn standing perpendicular to it!

The legal begal in me knows that I would not have had grounds for self-defense if I had shot said cousin. However, the b--ch in me wanted to shoot him in the nuts and let him bleed out . . .

Ok, sorry for that last, regaining composure. . .

Needless to say, he didn't actually hurt me. See, I confused him with big words so he left. Hmmpf! Some people are so touchy!

Anyway, that is a brief, rambling look into my White Trash World!

Check out some fun from my noisy naybors in the Extended.

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BOBO BLOGGER
Cranky Neocon
Dangerous Logic
Fistful of Fortnights
HECTOR VEX
It Is What It Is
Mean Ol' Meany
Merri Musings
MY Vast Right Wing Conspiracy
Riehl World View
Rightwingsparkle
Six Meat Buffet
Sortapundit
The Ebb & Flow Institute
The Jawa Report
The Nose On Your Face
The Therapist
Vince Aut Morire

Michael Jackson Likes Boys

Yep that's right! I am not going to hide the fact that I think Michael Jackson is the Poster-boy for NAMBLA. That a jury had reasonable doubt about his guilt is simply our great system at work.

Don't take this the wrong way, our system is designed to allow a man who molests children to 'get-off' so to speak if the jury members have any doubts about the guilt or innocence of the litigant. This is how our system was intended to work, this is how it worked yesterday. Bravo for those jurors who did their jobs.

Now, on the Michael. My gut tells me he molests children, he thinks he is a child and he doesn't see anything wrong with any of it. *in best Michael voice* "it's just milk and cookies and sleeping, everything is just beautiful."

Look, we, California in particular, have a problem seeing the guilt in celebs. But the writing is on the wall where Michael is concerned, any parent stupid enough to allow their child to "sleep" with Michael in the future, should be charged with child abuse.

Now, can we focus on important things in the world and let Michael fade into Neverland?

Yay!!

All my blogspotling posts are now under category "Archived Blogspotling Posts" Thanks Pixy, Jim and the MUNU team! Yay!

Karnival of the Kidz 8

Stop by and see what a wonderful job VW of One Happy Dog Speaks has done with the Karnival!

My Little Cupcake

Here is my little cupcake having a little cupcake and a piece of pizza at the same time! Don't you just want to squeeze him . . . after he washes his face?

WTW - Palm Pilot

I got me one of them there palm pilots! I think it works mighty fine!

Check out my noisy naybors in the traylor park too!

basil's blog
BOBO BLOGGER
Cranky Neocon
Dangerous Logic
Fistful of Fortnights
HECTOR VEX
It Is What It Is
Mean Ol' Meany
Merri Musings
MY Vast Right Wing Conspiracy
Riehl World View
Rightwingsparkle
Six Meat Buffet
Sortapundit
The Ebb & Flow Institute
The Jawa Report
The Nose On Your Face
The Therapist
Vince Aut Morire

Been Away for Awhile

As many of you know, I have been away from blogging for a while. I have missed everyone. I haven't even gotten much surfing done because I have been so busy. To top the whole thing off, my nephew has mono and another virus and my son will probably be stricken with both very shortly.

My son and nephew do everything together. They share drinks, food, toys, nap-time, everything. You can't pry them apart with a crowbar. So it is only a matter of time before my little munchkin gets sick.

I am actually hoping he won't get sick at all. He had a fever all weekend, but it broke yesterday. Barring any complications, my hope is that that will be the extent of the sick for us.

Since he was sick, I went out and bought him extra track for his Geotrax train set, and we played "twains" all weekend. Yesterday was over 80 degrees and he felt much better, so we played outside all day. Of course this led to an entirely new problem for me:

This was me: Damn bunnies ate my flowers . . .
This was him: Shoot em mommy! Can I watch? Can I? (he has absolutely no idea it means they die)

Ahhh, my son will one day be just like me. Perhaps I will let him shoot the bunnies with water whilst I shoot the bunnies with lead! Damn flea breading, tick infested bunnies. I hate bunnies.

Karnival of the Kidz

Iowa Geek has done a splendid job on this week's Karnival of the Kidz go there for smiles and laughs!

I is a Genius!

Your IQ Is 140

Your Logical Intelligence is Genius Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius Your Mathematical Intelligence is Genius Your General Knowledge is Genius

(Hat tip basil for this little quizzy)

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Thanks to all the munus who lent a helping hand. Thanks especially to my fine scaled friend Phin for his technical genius, thanks to all who'll hopefully visit my corner of the mu.nu empire!

Oh, and not to be forgotten, thanks to the Pooklekufr who gave me my tagline!

Update your blogrolls, sound the trumpets, pull up a desk chair and sip a cosmo, if this blog is anything like my life, you're in for a bumpy ride!

It's Pizza Time!

So, here is an oldie of my little sis and me sharing a slice or two. I'm the older one. She would do whatever I said, it was so much fun ;) We were so sweet and innocent back then. Then we got older and it all went downhill from there.

Oh, and for those who are new, welcome to my new home. Those who know me, please update your blogrolls!