Thank you so much for redesigning the hair care products I've used faithfully for the last 10 years. They are certainly more 'hip' and 'trendy'......if by 'hip' and 'trendy' you mean 'tacky' and 'trailer trashy'. While it may be true that I wish I could enhance my hair with some of the volume from my butt, I certainly do not need my shampoo bottle to tell that to the world.
Sincerely,
One Pissed-off Old Lady
I don't think I know this gentleman, but he's typical of the kind of people I grew up around. Go here for his tale of a 1940 cross-country wagon trip to the New York World's Fair....just for the hell of it.
Sure there's annoying registration, but how else will you know what happened with the donkey that could play dead?
Kids today have no imagination.
Check out the satellite view of Saturday's dust storm. Amazing.
Next thing you know, we'll be loading up Mike's new Subaru wagon & heading out to Californey to pick fruit. Then I'll get to meet all my cousins who moved out there in the '30s & '40s.
Ok, maybe not.
btw, it did in fact rain mud here Saturday. You should see our cars.
Roughly the equivalent of a land-based Cat 1.
I blame the Goracle.
Yesterday morning was thunderstorms with tornado threats. Yesterday afternoon was a dust storm & raining mud. I don't think it rained mud here, but the dust storm was something else.
We took advantage of a break in the weather to run some errands yesterday afternoon, and when we came out of our next-to-last stop Mike told me to look at the sky. A big orange mass was approaching from the southwest, so dense that it was almost completely blocking the sun. He asked if that was a tornado and I replied "No, that's about half of Oklahoma heading our way." Actually it was Texas, but anyway.
By the time we came out of our last stop, the intrepid little Girl Scouts hawking cookies by the front door were having trouble standing in the winds. As we struggled to the car, we noticed a flock of starlings give up attempting to fly to safety & land in a nearby field. A few minutes after we got home, we could barely see across our lot. The bulk of the dust passed fairly quickly, but the wind was gusting between 45-50 mph....which continued all freaking night.
And there was a chance of SNOW last night as well.
Hey, that's early spring in NWA. If you don't like the weather, wait a few minutes. It'll change.
Matt and the fiveforty guys heard an interesting rumor about the real reason behind Broyles departure.....a rumor which contains something so elemental that every NWA child knows it:
This tops even Mike's speaking Ubangi.
Hands down, the best telemarketer call ever.
I had to drive my daughter down to our hometown yesterday for a stupid baby shower and we were meeting one of her friends at the local burger hangout for lunch. As I was getting out of the car there, I happen to catch a glimpse of movement in the back of the Grand Cherokee parked beside us....enough to startle me a little because I recognized it was some kind of animal, but not a dog or cat. I took a closer look, and almost fell over laughing.
My daughter & her friend stopped gabbing long enough to ask WTH was wrong with me. I finally gasped "Now I know we're in Marshall. Come look in the back of this Jeep." They cautiously walked around & peered in one of the open windows, and started rolling with laughter as well.
The back seat of the Jeep was folded down, and the entire space was filled with 2 large wire crates....absolutely stuffed full of the last thing I expected to see. Very large white chickens.
When we could finally stop laughing enough to talk, my daughter asked "Why in the world would anyone bring all those chickens to the Daisy Queen?"
"Well it is Sunday you know," I replied.
Local media has gone crazy over the rumors, confirmed or unconfirmed, of Frank Broyles' impending retirement. One of the local tv stations even did a 'breaking news' bulletin yesterday, in which we were treated to a lengthy live shot of his plane landing at Drake Field. I kid you not.
And today will be even more crazy at the UofA trustees' meeting, at which the alleged retirement will supposedly be announced.
The University of Akansas announced this afternoon that it is making accomodations for the large numbers of media representatives who are expected to attend tomorrow morning's meeting. Officials indicate, however, that nothing regarding Broyles appears on the agenda for the meeting.
Still no confirmation on whether Frank will provide bread & fishes for the amassed reporters.
Mike, on his way out to work: "Hey look. It's warmed up to 9 degrees."
Me: "Woo-hoo! Break out the burqinis!"
We're a sick pair, we are.
Is Hell freezing over? Maybe so.
University of Arkansas Athletic Director Frank Broyles will retire by the end of the weekend, 40/29 has confirmed through several sources.
Now before you get your jockstraps in a knot, they may be using 'retire' a little loosely. Local tv news is saying that ole Frank will still be 'involved' in the athletic program. That I might believe, because frankly we've always figured Frank would turn over control of the UofA athletics program only when they were able to pry it out of his cold lifeless animatronic claws.
But given the latest e-mail debacle, something gotta change if they're going to keep all those rich alumni happy.
Cuz when alumni ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
The 'no accumulation' is up to about 1/2 inch this morning & still falling. Road crews are scrambling because apparently they trusted the weathermen more than their own lying eyes.
People are so silly like that.
We have about 1/4 inch of glowball warmening so far this morning. I blame Al Gore.
Why doesn't someone sell Thinsulate lined dress slacks for women? Those of us who hate trying to keep up with a coat as we pop in & out of various offices & courtrooms would greatly appreciate them.
Cuz I tell you, on damp cold windy days like today, you can freeze your taters off.
I know how we can combat glueball worming! Let's all get together and put on a show!
That'll show 'em Andy!
I know, I know. What can I say? It's been a busy week. Including, but not limited to, putting my car in the shop for some (way overdue) routine maintenance.....which ended up costing me almost one entire 2 week paycheck. Ouch.
Subarus are great cars, but having any work done on them is outrageously expensive. But it is running much better, and the alarm system has stopped arming itself and going off randomly & refusing to be shut off. Which my neighbors & office mates appreciate greatly I'm sure.
I know I do.
Apparently there's a new show on MTV called "Juvies". I haven't seen it yet, but it's supposedly about some kids who are involved with the juvenile system in another state....California I think it is. So if you've ever wondered what keeps me too busy to blog much, maybe you should check it out.
My daughter said it was 'interesting', whatever that's supposed to mean.
Something a Fayetteville IHOP streaker learned the hard way.
Officers found the shivering man hiding behind a nearby car a short time later. Police asked the man how he intended to get his clothing from inside the business and how he expected to get home after running from the restaurant.
The man said he did not think that far in advance, police said.
I'm sure it sounded like a good idea at the time.
So my daughter called this morning, and I was telling her about taking Sollie out in the snow dressed in his new fleece-lined suede jacket. I said he looked like Ghengis Khan....and she had no idea who that was even after I said you know, Mongol hordes pillaging their way across Asia & into Europe. Not a clue.
Jeez, I don't know what they teach in school these days but it damn sure isn't history.
I've spent the remainder of the day battling a squirrel that'd figured out how to get into my supposedly squirrel proof bird feeder. It's spring loaded, so if anything heavier than a small bird gets on it, they trip the feeder closed. Now there's one blackbird that's figured out how to sit on it sideways a certain way which spreads his weight out enough to not close the feeder....but I admire his ingenuity so I don't really mind him chowing down.
But the squirrel is different b/c they can clean out a bird feeder in nothing flat. And since they eat every pecan & walnut we have before I can get any, I'm not real inclined to feed them anything else. This little red squirrel, which are somewhat smarter than their grey counterparts (if you can call any squirrel smart), had figured out if he deliberately tripped the spring loaded part of the feeder, he could then flip the lid off the feeder & get all the seeds he wanted.
Little bastard.
I tried moving the feeder, removing branches and about 100 other different things before I got the feeder where the squirrel couldn't get into it. I think. You know if we didn't live in town, I know an easy solution to my squirrel problem. But I don't think having my name in the police reports for firing a gun within city limits would add to my job security. So I spent almost the entire afternoon trying to outsmart a squirrel.
Good times.
I am SO ready to go back to work.
I told Mike this morning I was starting to like this whole working-for-the-gummint thing. When I was in private practice, I couldn't stay home when it snowed b/c everyone else who was snowed in would get bored and Hey! Let's call our lawyer and check on our case!
We've about 3 inches of snow so far, and Round 2 is supposedly on its way. Pics here, including our silly Akita, who was trying to get me to play her favorite game "I throw the ball, she fetches the ball & drops it in the deep hole to China she's digging, I retrieve the ball from the bottom of the hole & repeat ad infinitum". When I wouldn't play, she decided to just run around & roll in the snow....another favorite pasttime.
Crazy dog.
