August 19, 2004

Dear America....

"Letters home from Viet Nam"....
Have the book, have the HBO special on tape, too. (Talk about a "Touch It And Get Yer Ass Beat" tape.... man.)

I truly don't know what it is possessing me right now, if it's having put up the lyrics to "Goodnight Saigon" again, or what, but...

This morning I picked up the book "Dear America" again and this time, I didn't even get all the way to Chapter One, before it was squeezing my heart and making tears fall. (That happens, ya know... squeeze a heart. If tears come out, yer safe. If ya squeeze a heart and nothing but hate and bile come out... RUN!)

I know not to watch that tape right now... not with the way the book is tearing me up... Jeezus.

May 1st, 1975. I was 12. And one day. That's the "official" end date of the Viet Nam war. Nobody ever even mentions it. Ever. We, this country, don't "celebrate" it, the end of this fuckin' MESS that was called "Viet Nam", noooo. Nobody talks about aLOT of things about Viet Nam. Like how much we STILL OWE those guys, how they were used and thrown away like so many paper towels, how nobody gave a damn when they came home except to harass, harangue and hurt them more, how they were when they came home or how they are NOW.

NOBODY FUCKIN' CARES. That hurts ME.... can you imagine how they feel?

For 29 years now, they've been waiting, wishing, wanting... HURTING.

It's enough, God damn it. It's enough.

It was "enough" when the first body bag came home.
It was "enough" when the first man came home to booing and spitting.

But, on the other hand, there can NEVER be enough thanks, handshakes, hugs, tears or help for these men. Not especially when it's coming 30 years too late, and from some dipshit like me, who was only a kid when they began their tour of duty in hell, but, I figure I'm better than "nobody at all"... ya know?

And, honestly, if I were in a position to enter the military today, knowing the history of the Viet Nam Vets and they way they were vilified for doing what they were ordered to do... I'd run before I'd join. I'm serious.

I would NOT risk my life for a country that treats it's Veterans the way this one did... does still. How any of today's young men and women, with the history of Viet Nam and it's Veterans at their disposal, can find the guts to serve, is beyond me.

They awe me, they really do. BUT, whilst everybody ELSE pays oh, so much grand attention to "today's Vets", I think I'm gonna stick with the heros of yesterday, until such time as they are revered for what they did, who they are or WERE and what they gave.

Okay?

Have your parades, throw your ticker tape... do whatever you want to honor the fighting men and women we have now, but, Goddamn it, don't you DARE forget those who served then and gave ALL or came "home" and have been shit on since.

For instance...

Major Michael Davis O'Donnell, Springfield, Illinois. He was a chopper pilot assigned to the 52nd Aviation Battalion, 17th Aviation Group, 1st Aviation Brigade based at Dak To and Pleiku. On March 24th, 1970, as he was trying to rescue 8 soldiers, he was shot down. He and his three crew members were declared MIA. Seven years later, he was promoted to Major. A year after that, they declared him to be officially "KIA". He was posthumously awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross, the Air Medal, the Bronze Star and the Purple Heart.

Here's a little piece of his heart, given by him, to posterity, on 1 January, 1970 in Dak To, Viet Nam...

If you are able
save for them a place
inside of you
and save one backward glance
when you are leaving
for the places they can no longer go.
Be not ashamed to say
you loved them
though you may
or may not have always.
Take what they have left
and what they have taught you
with their dying
and keep it with your own.
And, in that time
when men decide and feel safe
to call the war insane,
take one moment to embrace
those gentle heros
you left behind.

83 days later, this man was dead.

34 years, 4 months and 6 days later, this man is STILL REMEMBERED.

Wanna know how?

'Cause you just read this, so...
Thank you.

(Only 58, 171 to go, according to my POW bracelet...)

Posted by: Stevie at 08:52 AM | Comments (22) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

1 I actually go to the Veterans' Day Parade each year in NYC and I look for a vet all by himself, just standing there watching the parade. It's easy to find one of them. And I go up to that man, tap him on the shoulder, shake his hand, and thank him for his service and for doing his part so that I can enjoy the fruits and rewards of freedom. I've been doing this for years. It's very rewarding for me to see the looks on their faces.

Posted by: RP at August 19, 2004 08:59 AM (LlPKh)

2 Well, God Bless you, RP. It IS nice to know that I'm NOT the only one...

Be even nicer to see more of it, though, huh?

Consider yerself hugged, by me, for what you do. It matters A LOT.

Posted by: Stevie at August 19, 2004 09:06 AM (qgJIS)

3 I think the way Americans act towards veterans today is indicative of what happened when the Vietnam Veterans returned home.

I think that all of us are trying to make up for the horrific treatment they received by the way the returning Iraq veterans are put in the spotlight.

I'm not saying that they don't deserve the adoration they receive - just something that occured to me....and Stevie? I have a POW/MIA bracelet too.

Posted by: Mad Mikey at August 19, 2004 10:25 AM (NmR1a)

4 You DO?!
Excellent!!

As to the first part... Christ, I hope so. I don't begrudge our veterans of today any of the accolades and warm, loving receptions they get, but I have to admit, it does tear at my heart, thinking about how different is now from then. It just hurts me to think that all we see being done now, wasn't done then, too.
So unfair. So hard-hearted... ya know? I'm also starting to get tugs about the Vets of the Korean war. Eric (my Eric) asked me about that...

Shamefully enough, about the only thing I know about Korea, is M*A*S*H.

Is it true that Korea was like Viet Nam in that it was undeclared, sloughed off as a "police action" and those Vets were shit on, too? If it is, that's beyond sad. Also, Viet Nam Vets are, on average, about 20 years older than me, puting them in their sixties, or there abouts.

How old are the Korea Vets? Any still around? Wouldn't hurt to do the same things for them, if it's true and they're still here to be told "Thanks" and hugged....

You know... BEFORE it's too late... (for a change... *smile*)

Still.... for some reason I can't articulate, Nam Vets are just special to me. Maybe it's because they SHOULD be the Most Important to someone. I dunno.

I only know they are, to me... and that they DO matter to a few others, so I see... *grinnin' huge now, y'all*

Now, if I could only find a way to SHOW them these things...

Posted by: Stevie at August 19, 2004 11:32 AM (UUJ3T)

5 Thanks, Stevie. Actually, you may be amused to know that I've just returned from my last planning session for a dinner we are having at my club to honor Korean War vets. Vietnam War vet dinner to follow in the Spring.

Posted by: RP at August 19, 2004 02:24 PM (LlPKh)

6 Great Post!!!

Posted by: Sam at August 19, 2004 05:07 PM (FPQSp)

7 RP, you ROCK, Dude...
And, Sam... thank you... *hugs*

Posted by: Stevie at August 19, 2004 05:11 PM (LasWM)

8 Thank you for a lovely, heartfelt post. My step-dad would appreciate it.

And to share a story with you, too: my darling husband was coming in from the Gulf after Desert Storm and had to do a refuel stop somewhere in the northeast. (He's not here so I can't yell at him to ask.) This was three in the morning. 3:00 a.m. There was a huge HUGE welcoming committee with coffee, sodas, food and lots of hugs and red-white-and-blue flying. Darling Hubby was astonished. Over at the food table, he bumped into an obvious vet -- who turned and thanked my husband for his service. Noting the distinctive Viet Nam ribbon on his chest, my husband said something along the lines of: "No no no, thank YOU." They discussed at length how much there SHOULD HAVE BEEN this sort of reception for his generation -- and then at that point it devolved into "There I was" stories.

We never, ever, forget those that fought and died for us -- even if the "war" was "unpopular."

And believe me -- I KNOW there have been numerous changes in the way the military handles deployments as a direct result of what happened there.

But I have digressed again. Again, I thank you for your post -- and your great big ol' heart the size of Dallas.

Love,
Em

Posted by: Emma at August 19, 2004 06:33 PM (NOZuy)

9 It makes me physically ill how we treated the 'Nam vets. I live by a marine base and I thank those boys when ever I see them (plus they are sooooooo easy on the eyes!). My friends and I get together care packages for the men & women that are fighting this war now. I have several kinds of flags on my front yard along with a big yellow ribbon. I buy the poppies every year and thank the men that sell them. We are very lucky as Americans, unfortunatly a lot of people take this country and our military for granted.

Posted by: Maeve at August 19, 2004 06:53 PM (6E1RR)

10 this is the first time i have seen this web-site and i am glad somebody is saying something. i wasnt even alive when vietnam was erupting but i see the after effects of it in my cousin and my uncle both of which did at least 2 tours in nam. i have a great passionate interest in all wars for some reason and especially the vietnam and both world wars. i wanna say keep it up to those out there that are doing something to make those vets' days better.

Posted by: bryant at March 29, 2005 10:35 AM (ts0kT)

11 Through my tears i hug each and everyone of you in my heart! "THANK YOU"! with sincerity and love, Kathy

Posted by: Kathy at July 11, 2005 07:55 PM (N8PTj)

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August 18, 2004

Hey, whoever you are...

Here are those lyrics you're looking for. The song by Billy Joel? About the Nam Vets? Yeah, you... It's called "Goodnight Saigon" and the lyrics are in the EP... (click on the words "extended play" right down there...)

Posted by: Stevie at 01:02 PM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

I'm still hearing that song, man....

But, I think this time, it's because I have the movie on again... lmao.

Hey, what can I say? I just really like this movie. I have C&C's Next Movie, too, but, it's not as good. I still like it, don't get me wrong, but this one... this one is gold..

I now have two songs on my loop tape, by the way. The new one is this one:

Up in smoke
That's where my money goes.
In my lungs and sometimes up my nose... (not)
When troubled times
Begin to bother me
I take a toke
And all my cares
Go up in smoke.

Wanna know the biggest reason I watch this silly shit time and again?

This scene...

Sgt. Stedenko (Stacey Keach): GIMME THAT! (Ripping mike out of Ofc. Cline's hand)
Headquarters, this is code name Hardhat, code name Hardhat, do you read me?

Tommy Chong: Was that Lardass?

Stedenko: HARDHAT!! Code name HARDHAT!! Do you read, radio dispatch?

TC: Got something for ya, Lardass...

Stedenko: HARDHAT!!! HARDHAT!!! Do you understand?!?!

Cheech: Lardass, Lardass... *giggle*

Stedenko: HARDHAT!!!!!! Radio dispatch, DO YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS?!?

Cheech: No, who dis is?

Stedenko: Sgt. Stedenko!!

Cheech: Oh yeah? Do you know who who this is?

Stedenko: Nooooo...

Cheech: Bye, bye Lardass!

This frickin' kills me, every single time I see it. As soon as I hear Tommy lose it, I'm gone...

Aaanyway... back to "cleaning"... *snerk*
Low Ri-der, y'all...

Posted by: Stevie at 12:45 PM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Have you ever...

had an earworm ya kinda liked? This one I've currently got is a good song and it IS my own fault. I've "watched" Cheech & Chong's "Up in Smoke" about 10 times in the last few days and now, all I hear in my brain is...

All my friends know the low rider
The low rider is a little higher
The low rider drives a little slower
Low rider, is a real goer
Hey
Low rider knows every street, yeah
Low rider, is the one to meet, yeah
Low rider don't use no gas now
The low rider don't drive too fast
Take a little trip, take a little trip
Take a little trip and see
Take a little trip, take a little trip
Take a little trip with me

*wry grin*

Cool song, but fer piss sake...
Ya know?

On top of which, without really knowing I was doing it, it seems I've been trying to figure out why something I saw at Rob's yesterday made me go "Nuh-uu-uh!" when I saw it...

Dogs remind me of little boys. Cats remind me of ex-wives.

Now, it's not that I'm trying to tell him what he thinks, but the whole concept of "cats are women" just didn't fit well, for me.

I even tried reasoning with myself... Like, I realized that, generally, dogs are guy-things and cats, mostly, are women-things. Can go both ways, yeah, but, even with that in mind, it still just seemed wrong somehow.

"Ah, well... no biggie. Rob's dislike of cats is well known. He not cruel to them, so... it's all good."

Fast forward several hours. I've even been to sleep. I'm in the 'library' (around 4:00am) still reading (and giggling at and getting annoyed at) "Outrage", when suddenly... poof!... there it is.

It finally just came to me what my problem was with Rob's theory...

"My" cat China was in there, laying on a towel on top of the washer, looking at me. I glanced over at her, petted her and talked to her a few times. I heard myself telling her that the reason I loved her so much was that she picked me. (Hence the quotes around 'my'...) She was Bill's son Billy's family cat. There are at least 97 kids in that house and they are all nutso. No way did this cat have any kinda good life with these people. She was so starved that a guy who works here, Lou, got pissed off at Billy and took her from there, brought her here, then got pissed at Bill and quit (and is back already... *rolling eyes*)

Anyway, Lou brought her here and she became an outside cat, which she reeeeally didn't like. At all.

She saw me outside one day and begged me for food, she was a RAIL. So, I brought her in, of course, and showed her the dry food and gave her some canned and boom... I have a new cat now. But... that's not all...

She got pregnant, as cats on farms are wont to do. She continued to come in (and go back out) during her pregnancy. She came in this one night, decidedly thinner than she'd been. She had looked like she'd swallowed a football sideways until then, by the way.

So, she's had her babies... wonder where? And, oh Lord, shit... it rained it's balls off for the next coupla days, so I thought the kittens were goners. I still liked the cat, but I musta been looking at her weird, because, my hand to God, the very day that I told her that what had happened to her babies was a crying shame, but that I still loved her anyway, she BROUGHT THEM ALL IN HERE. One at a time, in her mouth, through the open window. She GAVE ME her babies to help her care for....

Such trust...
Such thinking for a "mere cat".

Nobody is gonna tell me (with any success whatsoever) that this animal didn't know exactly what the deal was. She KNEW she could trust me, she KNEW she could love me and not regret it and she KNEW that I'm a good person.

Now... that's a TRUCKLOAD more than I can for the "typical" woman.

See what I mean?

Cats are, at the very least, SMARTER than lots (and LOTS) of females.

Now, if he'd have said, "Rabid groundhogs with diptheria remind me of ex-wives", you'd have not heard a peep from me.

(Love ya, Pappy!! *kisses*)

"That is all..."
(for no-oo-ow... *giggle*)

Posted by: Stevie at 07:00 AM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

August 17, 2004

Okay, I know... I know...

I'm supposed to be starting dinner here, but, I can't even think about that, til I show ya's all this... or her, I mean.

Yes, another one. Another cool female for the roll.

I mean, c'mon... anybody who blogs this and is this cool, to get how awesome a concept this is, just haaaas to be rolled here.

Now, about dinner....

Posted by: Stevie at 06:40 PM | Comments (12) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Sometimes, I am sooooo s-l-o-w...

Honestly.

I've been seeing this lady over at GR, forEVER and just now, for the first time, it occured to me to click on her in the comments and oh!, what cool stuff it led to!

Holy shit.
Just what I needed to get the taste of 'that shit from last week' outta my mouth for good.

(*Note to self... must remember that not every woman on the planet sucks sweaty, wart infested donkey balls. Just most of them... not ALL. Right. Must remember that... lol.)

Cases in point...

1. Lookit this. I know it's from a few days ago, but, damn, if not for Mamamontezz, I'd have missed it and this is really bad.... Greyhound needs some serious adjustments made, attitudinal (think Hank Jr.'s "Attitude Adjustment") and otherwise.

2. Then, take a peek at this, especially if you are active in the military, especially especially if you saw any kinda conflict. I hope they get this to work. God knows our guys need all the support they can get. I'm just sorry our Viet Nam vets missed out on this kind of (good) thinking.

Aaanyway... yep. There's another new woman on the roll.
I'm glad of it, too.
Thank you, yet again, Rob.

Posted by: Stevie at 03:59 PM | Comments (13) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

This is a test...

of the "Can-I-spell-that-without-looking-yet?" system, which will be explained in a minute.

Lakshamanan Sathyvegeswaran

That, Dear People, is a name, a real person's name. He is, or was, the coroner for LA County. Not even Vince Bugliosi wants to have to write that out every single time in his book "Outrage", so he shortened it up to Dr. Lak.

I like unusual last names and I always try (and usually suceed) in getting them right, especially Italian and Polish surnames. God, they are so cool. They sound really wicked too, when ya get 'em right. I love to really look at how the spelling, the letters themselves, correspond to the sound of it, if that makes any sense.

Anyway, the "system" I have for remembering things like this is really easy. I forget where I got it from, but I've been doing this for years and it really, really works... for words, spelling, short lists.... it's cool. Ready?

Posted by: Stevie at 07:44 AM | Comments (16) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

August 16, 2004

Dear Person from the Bronx

who also happened to be here at around 3:30 this morning....

DO NOT GIVE YOUR DOG NYQUIL.

Okay?

*shaking head*
Dear God,
Kill me now.
Thanks,
me

Posted by: Stevie at 09:00 AM | Comments (20) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Pssst... Ms. "anonymous"...here's a little tip for ya...

"secure.anonymizationservice.com", which is based in Texas, ain't so anonymous OR secure, Ms. "16-page-views-from-3:40:47am-thru-3:46:17am-from
Cali-freekin'-fornia".

You can bet it gives me the city, too. Among other info, that is...

Just thought you'd wanna know that.

*layn*
(New acronym... anybody wanna shot at guessing what it means?)
(And, not one of those words isn't something you couldn't say in front of yer Grandma...)

Posted by: Stevie at 08:39 AM | Comments (11) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Can I get an "AMEN!" here, brothers and sisters....

AAAA-MEN!!!!

Posted by: Stevie at 07:27 AM | Comments (17) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

August 15, 2004

Cool, a new one...

1. Server::Two things at once... a waitress and Paul. Waitresses are called "servers" sometimes and the other popular meaning of that word is a "Call Paul" kinda thing.
   
2. Charlotte::My Dad's wife's Mom. She was a nice lady.
   
3. Jackson::Michael
   
4. Resentment::Women
   
5. Controlling::Women
   
6. Intense::Camping (in tents?)(I know... "siiiigh")
   
7. November::Kill me now, before November gets here, please.
   
8. Donkey::Women
   
9. Weave:avid Lee Roth.... thanks Howard.
   
10. Satisfies::Sates, takes care of, caters to
    

LunaNina

Posted by: Stevie at 04:35 AM | Comments (12) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Sign me up, too, man...

Lord, I do like Ed. Not only was he good in "Married", he was also adorable and easy to just looove to death in "Dutch" and "Sibling Rivalry". Totally opposite characters, but he was perfect in both parts.

If I got had to choose, I'd take Dutch over Wilbur (the cop), though.

Dutch was too cool. I love how he handled that kid. And, that father. Man, when Dutch punched him the forehead, I thought I was gonna piss myself laughing. I loved that...
Actually, that whole movie was good.

Yeah... good old Al.
He's one of my personal heros.
(Ed, too...)

Posted by: Stevie at 02:34 AM | Comments (13) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

August 14, 2004

Something interesting...

1. Sting:: Bees. I hate 'em.
   
2. BMW:: Beemer, Preppy-mobile, "No thanks", in that order.
   
3. Jeremy:: Irons, whomever he is.
   
4. Audacious:: Fat chicks in spandex
   
5. Drag Queen:: Me, thanks to Jack that time. Didn't dump the Harley, tho!
   
6. Title:: Heading
   
7. Stamp:: Bye, bye money.
   
8. Bad:: Most everything that's fun
   
9. Snow White:: Rather see The Aristocats
   
10. Delegate:: Politically correct term for when Bosses get out of doing the shit detail by getting you to do it for them, WALLY EACHUS!!!! (Yes, I remember... ya Dork.)
    

Found at LunaNina, of course.

Posted by: Stevie at 09:55 PM | Comments (13) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Fuuuuuck this...

Know what? I wanna apologize to you guys who read here regularly.

I've allowed myself to be drawn into another stupid bitchfest, and it's polluted this page for a couple of days in way that's pointless.

My "light bulb" moment was realising this is Joan's standard operating procedure and I refuse to participate any further. There are a lot of things I dislike about the woman as a result of a number of incidents, but there is nothing to be gained from discussing it further.

She specializes in starting these kinds of bitchfights, and I have no furthur desire to invest any of my time and/or emotional energy on such pointless drivel, or to get upset about the situation. I'm done paying any attention to her. She dislikes me, I dislike her.
End of story.

Now on to something interesting!

Posted by: Stevie at 08:01 PM | Comments (17) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

WTF are you even talking about?

WTF is this shit? (*rolling eyes*)

First of all, Darlin', I haven't given you any shit. If ya think I have, you should ask Eric what 'me giving shit' is. Hell, Hon... I haven't even answered yer last email because that last line is too depressing. In fact, that is exactly what had me in tears when I woke up. (For the record, if I was trying to 'give you' or 'start' shit, I'd repeat that last line here, but... you'll notice, I hope, that I have at least a bit of decorum about this shit... as usual.) (Oh, and I'm pretty open about it, too, like you seem to be (getting). I have nothing to hide, after all, do I?)

So, if you have indeed been the recipient of a truckload of shit, it hasn't been from me... yet you'll take me off your blogroll because of it. Nice. *shaking head* (Anybody but ME remember what I JUST SAID would be the result of Anton being nice to me? Wasn't it something liiiiike... "endless amounts of shit"? Yes... why, yes, in fact it WAS.)

How many emails have I sent you, total? *Two? And, in them, I don't recall giving you any shit, just information. I have more, if you're interested in the truth of the matter. (*Just discovered it was only one. I've sent ONE email and that was a REPLY, not an "initial". You can see it, in it's entirety, in the EP... 6:17pm)

What I have are the links to all of the "dust ups". You could at least check them out and see who does what to whom. Who the ignorant ASSHOLE is and who it isn't. They're all from about a year ago and they're not my opinion, or my "side", they are the actual posts and comments from when it started. The only thing I don't have are my initial emails to her or the comments I left at her place, two that I remember were one reassuring her she was correct in actions she took at a local fast food restaurant when she felt her kid was being threatened and my "secret" recipe for PB&J sandwiches. (Toast the bread, butter it, PB&J it, then nuke 'em for about 25 seconds... daaamn they're good that way...) The emails are long gone and I'm not gonna go hang out over there, looking in the archives for my comments. Let her show them to you, if she has the cajones to, which she won't because I was nice in them.

Matter of fact, I'd like to see anything she can come up with that I've done to her... ever. I have a ton of shit like that from her. Where's her proof about me?

Hint: There isn't any, okay?
That'd be because, as I've said time and again, I've never done anything to the psycho, til now.

And, again... everything I've done has been HERE, not at LMD or in your inbox.

NOW do you understand better why I did what I did lo, those many months ago?
WHY I felt I had to take you off the roll? Wasn't life easier then? And, whoM is making it difficult now, hmmm?

Ain't me.

Anyway, before anyone starts wondering or saying "Gee, don't you have a LIFE, woman, that you can go dig up all this past shit?"... it was easy, actually.
Took about a total of... an hour, if that, and that was only because I kept getting distracted by reading the archives around what I was looking for... sigh.

In fact, someone even made it instantaneous, finding the shit at Wizbang, because they brought it right to my referrals page for me. From there, it was a snap.

Hell, it was even fun, because I did find Rob's old archives and now I have them back. ALL of them.

I've not said one single thing that can't be proven. None of what I've said is anything but the truth.

But, if you HAVE TO remove me from the roll to appease Her Highness, go ahead.
I can understand that.
What I'll NEVER understand is your complete capitulation to this broad.

Posted by: Stevie at 05:21 PM | Comments (15) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Well, My God...

He did it again.
He's rescued my brain from it's brand of hell once again.

God, I love Rob.

I woke up and inside of about a half an hour, I was in tears, crying all over Eric about on(and off)line shit and feeling like I was at the top of the slide of severe depression again, just like I was when God gave me Paul, but I'm not now. (Yes, Paul... I was given a reprieve from what I described in my offline message. I'll be okay for a while now, hell, I think I'll even clean the house and shit now, but I'd still like to get with you later about this other shit, okay?)

In fact, I can't get the grin offa my face or quit giggling at just how sweet some people can be.

"Ask and ye shall receive...", indeed.

I asked, we ALL got...

I just can't decide which is cuter... the look on his face or that lil hiney of his...
Which do you think?

God Bless you, Rob.
Your timing is impeccable.
(And, even if he won't uncover his eyes and actually LOOK, Eric's glad ya made me feel better, too.. lmbo)

Posted by: Stevie at 03:38 PM | Comments (15) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Does anybody else see anything stupid about this?

I found this at the bottom of a Weird Chronicals story at some Florida news station's page.

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Or is it just me?

Posted by: Stevie at 06:41 AM | Comments (12) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

August 13, 2004

Compare and contrast in your own mind...

This is Jett.
THIS is what a woman can be when she's really for real, secure in herself and not zooming around like a little monkey, trying to grab all the bananas for herself. To be like this, one must have a true heart of gold that's as big as a horse blanket, as Jett does. Keen intelligence, such as Jett's, helps, too. So does a modicum of compassion, which Jett has by the bushelful, as you can see.

This is the living, breathing, caring, loving, wonderful, REAL epitome of female-ness.

Her husband is a happy man, as you can also see if you read around a bit.
She rarely, if EVER, speaks of her boobs and even then, it's not in such a manner as to cram them down your throat. It's a passing, temporary kinda thing. She has much better things to talk about, a wider base of experience from which to draw, and more to offer, too. Plus, she can write RINGS around any-damned-body she wants to, any time she wants to. Yes, she's THAT GOOD.
She's really someone to be treasured. SHE'S the one who'd be worth going through hell for... if she ever asked ya to, but she wouldn't. She's not that kind of woman.

AND...

She's nice to me.
She's been around since my Blogspot days and has never done anything but offer encouragement, support and advice a time or two. These things she did on her own, too. She contacted me, not I asked her for help and got blown away.
She's nice to me and it hasn't killed her, cost her nor has she been made to regret it.
Nor will she, ever.

This is Jett.
It's an Honest-to-God shame more women can't be a little more like her.
The world be SUCH a much better place.
Seriously.

Posted by: Stevie at 07:40 AM | Comments (11) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Trivia-type health question...

Ummm, does it totally negate the "healthfulness" of your salad if you accidentally drop a cigarette ash on it?

(And, would anyone do that on purpose? "accidentally"... *giggling and shaking head at silly self*)

Juuust wondering (as I blow the ashes off the lettuce...).

Posted by: Stevie at 06:39 AM | Comments (13) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Yahoo headlines...

make my brain hurt sometimes, the way they're worded. These aren't ALL worded badly, but they're gems, in any case... (there's only one I won't fuck with...)

• N.J. governor resigns, admits gay affair- Par for the course, for Jersey. Now, can we get someone to admit that the whole state sucks and is in dire need of some major administrative overhauls in the car insurance, family court and personal freedoms categories, do ya think? Prolly not.

• Florida warns 1 million to flee hurricane- Exactly ONE million? Not a million and, say, seven? What'd they do? Count 'em? Better hope they didn't use the "chad" system for this. There'll be people fleeing TO Florida, if they did. The second way this hit me was as if it were worded thusly: Florida warns: One million to flee hurricane... As if it's a bad thing or Florida is warning the hurricane that it better hurry up as people are fleeing... Just kinda dumb.

• U.S. soldier killed in Najaf offensive- This sucks and is sacrosanct. I won't mess with a dead American soldier... ever.

• Calif. court voids S.F. gay marriages- Is "voids" the best word for this? Sounds like they "shit" 'em. They've just gotta drag butts into this, don't they? Wouldn't "overturns" or "throws out" work better, be a little clearer, here? Be less of a sick-n-twisted pun, perhaps?

• Heat waves may worsen in U.S., Europe- Must be one hell of a HUGE heatwave to affect both places at the same time... and, uuummm... IT'S AUGUST!!!! You were expecting FROST, you idiots? Gee, ya THINK it might get hotter? (Scotty, beam my ass UP, pleeeeease?)

• Studies find rats can get hooked on drugs- And how many millions of dollars did we waste on this bit of info that I coulda told ya myself? For the love of God... what's next? A ten trillion dollar study to find out that farts stink?

• Heffron is NBC's 'Last Comic Standing'- Who gives a fuck? Is there so little of import going on in the world, that THIS should be a fuckin' headline?

My achin' ass.

Posted by: Stevie at 03:51 AM | Comments (15) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

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