Headlines
MAIG Cooridinators Paid as City Employees
Robin Gibbs Dead
Donna Summer - Dead at 63
Vidal Sassoon assumes room temperature
A final grand but sad salute to US space supremacy
Dick Clark - who's got him?
Only in Wisconsin: Drunk 80 Year Old Hits Beer Truck
Anybody have Mike Wallace?
Let’s Get Ready to RUMBLE!!!!
Disclaimer: I am not an avid sportsfan. The only stats I know happen to be vital ones, and only if I have a thermometer, a stethoscope, and a sick child handy.
Having said (typed) that, I do enjoy watching sports. I love the precision employed by the players. It doesn’t matter if I’m watching NFL football or Canadian curling. Watching the way the players read each other and act on subtle signals is intriguing. I draw the line at Sumo, though. Yes, there’s precision, but there are wedgies, too.
Growing up in Puerto Rico, my family lived by the Three Bs: Boxing, Basketball, and Baseball. There were no other sports outside of that. Honestly, I doubt my uncles know what American football is. But if I ask their opinion on Floyd Mayweather, get ready for a three hour diatribe. Y’all would be surprised to learn that Boxing is one of my favorite sports, but it stems from growing up surrounded by avid fans of it. I love the full contact and the dancing around the ring. I love the chess-like simplicity of it. I love the “two go in, one comes out” civility of it. This also explains my attraction to Hockey.
Oh yes, I went there!!
So, my friends, what is y’all’s favorite sport? 
Whistle While You Work
This evening I’m hosting a Mary Kay™ party. Before any of y’all make fun of me, I find them to be a lot of fun. You get to enjoy the company of your peers and some nice wine and dessert, and get away from the routine for a while.
But as is my habit, I tend to work on projects downstairs more often than upstairs. So I have this rather HUGE stack of scrapbooking stuff that I need to reorganize, and then I need to sweep, and mop, and dust, etc. Oh, and also put away the Stack of Stuff™ that collects on the dog’s kennel. It’s like a catch-all.
I am not a fan of cleaning, but I admit that I do enjoy cleaning the kitchen. Besides folding clothes, my least favorite chore is all of them dusting.
So, what is y’all’s favorite chore around the house? Or do y’all even have one??
Breakfast of Champions
I ♥ a good breakfast. It is my favorite meal of the day. I tend to adapt to the customs of the area, state, or country in which I find myself. When we used to go upstate to visit my grandmother-in-law, it was eggs and grits.
I’m already salivating, people!! All it needs is a bit of butter, and MORE BACONZ!!
When I visited Fwance, it was a bit different. They enjoy breakfast, but it’s of a more relaxed variety. It’s almost like they are just too tired to try making a good, hearty breakfast.
Pretty, isn’t it? I asked the waiter if there was any breakfast meat (SHUT IT!!), and he gave me a blank stare. They have no concept of the BACONZ!!
Germany, however, had a better concept of breakfast. After all, they are the Abe Froman* of the world.
I tell you, that is one thing I miss about Germany. Probably the only thing, along with the beer.
So, what is the quintessential breakfast for y’all? What’s the worst breakfast you’ve ever had? I know there are a few of you who have travelled extensively, so share some of the culinary masterpieces and horrors of the most important meal of the day that you have experienced.
And yes, beer counts
*You know, “The Sausage King of Chicago”.
Assorted Bloggery
Life is getting in my way again, so I decided to link blogs today.
Nicole once again tries to wreak havoc with our waistlines.
Yabu shows how some never learn from history.
Brad brings you HEAT!
Matt keeps up to date with Occupods.
Laura regales us with her tale of suffering. Again.
Burr breaks down Yurrup’s mess.
Curtal Friar’s crime noir takes a turn.
John D. shows us a cute puppy.
SWASS defines based on a true story.
Soylent Green is NSFW!!
BlackisWhite gives an excellent summation of a clash of rights and priviledges.
UP shows how SCIENCE can help you.
Tiberius gives a loving tribute to Down Under.
WAMK tells us Greece in the word.
And since it’s Monday and y’all need a little something, here:
Hope y’all have a great day
Haven’t Got Time for the Pain
Back when my son was only ten months old, I got the worst headache of my life. After a nice trip to the ER, and a needle to my spine, I was diagnosed with viral meningitis. My heart stopped and my first thought was my babies, but Hubby explained it wasn’t life threatening like bacterial. But the pain was awful. Not even childbirth was as bad for me. But that was not a chronic event, thank goodness. I have chronic back pain due to bone issues, but pretty much just live with it, since it just nags a bit. Some of you do suffer from chronic pain that doesn’t just nag.
So, how do you deal with it? Medication? Massage therapy? Accupuncture? Voodoo?? Do tell 
Superstitions
Growing up in hillbilly hell the mountains of Puerto Rico, I had the opportunity to witness many family members practice little quirks all in the name of bringing good luck, or at least avoiding bad luck. We all know the standards: horseshoe over the front door, no opening of umbrellas inside, no breaking mirrors…that kind of thing. It’s harmless, and can provide endless hours of entertainment sometimes, especially when you sneak in and turn the horseshoe upside down, and watch your aunt totally wig out to the point of trying to get a white witch to bless the house again.
Good times!!
Personally, I don’t have any major superstitions. I avoid walking under ladders because I have hit my forehead a few too many times doing so. I think black cats are beautiful. I like lavender not for luck, but because deer hate it and stay away. I have opened many umbrellas in the house, and as far as horseshoes go, they look rather pretty in decor, but not my style. Shamrocks are for the Irish, and the thought of carrying a rabbit’s foot in my pocket is rather revolting, mostly because I used to watch my uncle make keychains from the paws.
All that being said, I do have one tiny superstition. I don’t wear my team colors when the Aggies play. Every time I’ve done so, they have lost. So I guess I do have one, even though it’s rather weak.
What little superstitious quirks do y’all have?
Sunday Wake Up
I had five teenaged girls spend the night, and I’m at the end of coherence, so if I have to suffer, so do you.
At least you won’t suffer very long
Up Your Nose, With a Rubber Hose!
Today brings sad news in TV Land. Robert Hegyes, who played Juan Epstein in the series, Welcome Back, Kotter!, passed away. I loved that show. For one thing, it was about school, and not the angsty kind. For another, it wasn’t afraid to stereotype or shy away from actual real world problems kids may have. And it was funny! I laughed so hard every time Epstein’s Mother sent a note…
I miss good TV. Even Disney and Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network have their drawbacks. Kids shows are not as wholesome as they used to be. And even commercials are sending the wrong messages. I recall one for a cereal, where an older lady is watering her lawn, and a kid is kinking up the gardenhose, only to let it go when she is looking at the head. That is not something I want any kid learning. And reality shows only show the stupidity of people.
So, what shows do you miss? What shows helped to form your view of the world? And more importantly, did anyone else watch Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom all the time??
Served Cold, or Hot?
I have never, EVER understood the need a woman has to destroy the personal property of a guy who is cheating on her. Frankly, it makes women look bad and stupid, especially when she gets caught and sent to jail. All she has done is made herself look like a thug, and made him look like a victim, which he is. Stupid move.
I like my revenge to be more subtle. There was a young woman that worked in the same store I did, who obviously did not like me. She always requested to be on the same shifts I worked, which never made sense, until I was called in for a review. Turned out she was *ahem* taking credit for my work. Seeing as how disputing it would make me look defensive, I suggested that I work under the manager, during her shift instead. That way she could keep a better eye on what I was doing. Needless to say, the other gal was left to work with the MIT, and the numbers soon showed her to be a slacker, and a liar. To say I was pleased when she was let go would be harsh. True, but harsh.
So, my interwebby friends, how do you like to serve it up? Hot like a five alarm chili? Or cold, like the sweetest champagne?
And don’t forget to regale us with details!
Dark Basement List
That’s what Nicole calls it. A countdown of lists about all and sundry. But since I have detailed a lot of that in different lists, I will be a bit more creative with mine.
Ten Worst Earworms
- We Built This City -- Starship
- Friday -- Rebecca Black
- Moves Like Jagger -- Maroon 5
- Bohemian Rhapsody -- Queen
- Livin’ La Vida Loca -- Ricky Martin
- Who Let the Dogs Out? -- The Baha Men
- Forget You* -- Cee Lo Green
- Material Girl - Madonna
- Heat of the Moment -- Asia
- Nothing Compares 2 U - Sinead O’Connor
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