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    Da blues
    I'm singing the blues today. Not really. Actually I just tuned into my yahoo launch station which I completely forgot that I had. I remember when we found it we hadn't really played much with it and today I find myself with the time and inclination to do a little customizing to it. This is really great! There are so many times where I feel like listening to maybe just one or two songs off of certain CDs and this is a great way of doing it. (And yes, I nearly said the word album rather than CD.)

    Snipe hunting
    Ever go snipe hunting when you were a kid? Here in Hoosierville its a game where you take someone out looking for snipe which is supposedly a fictitious entity. It turns out there is such an animal per dictionary dot com.

    snipe ( P ) Pronunciation Key (snp)
    n.
    pl. snipe or snipes
    Any of various long-billed shore birds of the genus Gallinago or Capella, related to the woodcocks and sandpipers, especially the common, widely distributed species G. gallinago or C. gallinago.
    Any of various similar or related birds.

    However, I feel there is another type of snipe to hunt. A sniper. Usually the sniper is the hunter but it is rather of a cowardly nature. A sniper's modus operandi is to shoot from cover and never be detected till after the harm is done. Which lends this: A shot, especially a gunshot, from a concealed place.

    But I was rewarded upon further searching with this: To make malicious, underhand remarks or attacks. To which I say I feel like we're on a snipe hunt.

    Five hundred dollars later
    Hubby spent nearly all Saturday and part of Sunday helping the next door neighbor and one of his friends build a privacy fence across the back of his property. Things with the Hag have gotten extremely tense and Neighbor didn't want to waste one more moment on completing the task.

    There were a few setbacks as Larry, Curly and Moe were building the thing. Measuring from post to post seemed to be a difficult task as well as setting the posts at a similar height. Neighbor decided the varying heights would be ok since they would be facing the Hag and he wouldn't have to see it. Thats just the type of thing that drives Hubby crazy. I can't believe he didn't tear them out and reset them himself.

    Be that as it may, the fence turned out lovely and the few others in the neighborhood that I chatted with new right away the purpose of the fence.

    Today we found out that the Hag is moving and that she's had this planned for weeks. I think Neighbor nearly burst a blood vessel when he found out. What baffles me is that the Hag is having a Villa home built which in case that is Hoosier lingo a villa is somewhat like a townhouse but not really an up and down. Its rather more like 2 small houses stuck together. Now, if she cant bear to share a property line with someone, how can she bear a common wall? Karma and I hope it will be a family with a colicy baby.

    Oh speaking of Karma, remember the gum thief? Well she twisted her ankle on the trampoline. She was probably chewing my gum at the time.

    I may need to vomit.
    Most people who may be reading this don't know this about me but I love my car and although I did have a post formulating in my mind regarding my car, which I call The White Rocket, and certain cars in general, this is not that post.

    I am, like so many humans, a creature of habit and though some are more extreme than others I think I can safely establish myself more firmly on the obsessive side than the free spirit side. If I find something I like I usually stick to it until its worn out and hopefully I can replentish with a duplicate. Woe to me whenever I have to search for a new favorite pair of jeans, sunglasses, make-up, etc. So it is the same with the Rocket. She is a '95 Sunfire and yes I've had her for nearly 10 years. She is in nearly pristine condition and although I've contemplated selling her twice, it didnt work out since I started crying too badly. Have I said yet I LOVE THIS CAR.

    So today, I woke up at 5:30 am. My cat, Jae, has a habit of coming in at that time and he tries to chew my hair. I guess it was not too bad that he woke me this time since the roofers told us that they planned on being here sometime between 6 and 7. Yes, we're getting a new roof so we can't use the garage or driveway at the moment. Well, at 10 the owner finally called telling us they wouldnt be out today due to the rain. We told him its not raining here so he said he'd have his crew out. At 1:30 he called back to say that the crew leader was up all night with a toothache and made an appointment at the dentist and told his crew they had the day off. Great.

    Next, I had to travel up to see Miss Boo's soccer game. I went to the wrong school. Luckily I had a friends cell number and she gave me the correct directions enabling me to make it to the second half. We lost the game 2-0. I heard the first half was lively. The second half we sucked.

    I knew the team was having dinner at a buffet restaurant so I decided to do a little shopping. I had declared my intent to not wear shorts until I lose some weight (easy to do since none of mine fit anymore.) But since the temps have been in the mid 80's all week I thought maybe 1 pair wouldn't kill me. Well, yes they could. Nearly a size and a half larger than last year. I nearly cried on the way home.

    So, I made it home before Miss Boo called from the bus needing to be picked up and had time to call the neighbors. They are feuding with the hag behind us and I'd heard some malicious things she'd said today while on the phone. She nearly screams when she is on the phone and does it from her back patio so I figured anything I hear is fair game. The neighbors want to...need to build a fence to keep the Hag from bitching so much but although the hag said it was ok to build it on the property line today she said that if he did so she'd make him take it down and move it. To me that meant no warning but that she'd let him labor first. I had to tell him.

    So he and I were sitting at my kitchen table talking about fences (good ones make good neighbors, dontcha know) when all of a sudden we heard a huge BANG. "Was that your car," said he?

    I ran outside to see a teenager picking his fender up from under my precious Rocket. Rear ended and not in an enjoyable way. My car was parked on the street beside the house. Hugging the curb. Tires touching the curb. Past the length of the house. Even with the back patio. Rear ended me while changing a CD after he turned onto the street.

    I haven't cried yet today. I need to.

    Tippy
    ...or, yet another of the strange things I do.

    Sometimes I not only have a severe lack of common sense, but when combined with a big bleeding heart I do things that truly make me go hmmmmm.

    Anyone who knows me knows I am an animal lover which led to the visit of a dog named Tippy one sunny day a few years back. Some of the details are blurred by time but for some reason I had picked up my stepfather and we were driving over to my sister's house. As I recall she and her husband, my husband and my sister's inlaws were all there. At this time I think we each had one child there, my sister and I. (She now has 2.)

    Well along the way we saw a young beagle-type dog wandering at the side of the country road, we decided it was homeless and thought it would be a good idea to pick it up. The dog was sweet and very eager to jump in the car for a ride. When we got to my sister's house her husband said the dog looked like a dog he used to have named Tippy, hence the name. As our various kinfolk milled about wondering why on earth we picked up the dog and what the heck we were going to do with it, we decided a good step would be to feed it.

    After Tippy scarfed down some dog food and played with my sister's dog we decided he stunk so into the bathtub went poor little Tippy. It turns out he didnt mind the bath at all and the process was remarkably easy. So by this time we'd had the little fellow for about 3 hours, picked him up, fed him, bathed him and played with him yet neither my stepdad or I knew what to do next. The family members finally convinced us that Tippy lived on a farm probably near where we nabbed him and was just walking along the road as dogs are sometimes wont to do.

    We finally gave in to pressure, loaded the little guy back into the car and returned him to the exact spot where we picked him up. I suppose he went back home to his farm and told the other animals about his summer time adventure with the crazy people.

    New look
    Yes, there is yet again a new look here but this time there's something different about it...I did it myself. Yay me! I was really hoping to not have something with a black background but that seems to be unavoidable at this point. If I can find some different graphics I may change it again (after all, it only took me 7.5 hours to figure out how to do this one.)

    Mother's Day Cards
    I rarely buy them. Most often I go back for a visit on that day bearing a small gift of ...appreciation?...respect? Not sure what the gift is supposed to signify and I guess in my mind it is merely an appreciation of knowing she did what she had to do to get by and kept my sister and me in the dark as to how dire some of the straights were we had to traverse.

    I'd say she in some wierd twisted way, is my role model. And thru her I've learned as much of how I don't want to be as how I do. I hope I've heeded well.

    So, off we went, the hubby and I, to buy our cards. He has had a rocky past with his own mother and its rather heartening to see the buds of a new phase in their relationship beginning to bloom of late.

    We found the perfect card, he and I. It was perfect in its simplicity. It was a card I didn't feel hypocritical buying. It didn't say anything about thanks for being such a wonderful mother or how much you're appreciated or any of the drivel that sometimes turns me off. It was short and sweet and to the point. It was so perfect that we each bought the same card for our mothers.

    It said: "Mother...I love you...always have...always will."