Monday, May 7, 2012

WTF

Ruby Jean Mashburn was born August 11, 19(none of your business).....

After a proper courtship period, she became Mrs. Salvatore G. Ottaviano...

Mr. & Mrs. Ottaviano moved to North Hollywood, CA, in the early 50s and Mrs. Ottaviano, known as Jean, worked for the government in a very high-level security job at Lookout Mountain under President Kennedy and later President Johnson (The Roswell UFO crash was true - Jean saw the government's pictures)....

Jean leaves behind a loving, devoted husband of 62 years who is heart-broken. She also leaves behind a lovely sister, several wonderful nieces and nephews, several wonderful great-nieces and great-nephews, three great-great nephews, and her cat “Baby” who already misses her time with Dr. Phil.

Friday, April 27, 2012

A friend's wisdom

"'Once you make up your mind the hardest part is over. There is so much freedom in deciding that you'll stick with the right choice.' And even if it hurts and sucks and makes you angry, because the right choices do that sometimes, there's so much freedom in just knowing that you're taking steps in the right direction."



Frog thinks it's a person


Friday, April 20, 2012





"It is hard to be a woman. You must think like a man, act like a lady, Look like a young girl, and work like a horse."
"When you are sorrowful, look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight."  Kahlil Gibran

I think it'd be almost easier to lose someone to death than it would to lose them any other way. At least in death there is no rejection.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Obit for Mr. Ferguson

"The family moved to Wichita, KS, in December, 1934 where he enjoyed tormenting his older sister with a bull whip."

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Maurice Sendak

   Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.

I'm super sarcastic today.



I feel very shallow.

A reporter's WTF moment


Friday, February 3, 2012

Ralph Waldo Emerson

   We love flattery, even though we are not deceived by it, because it shows that we are of importance enough to be courted.

Mignon McLaughlin

   Don't be yourself. Be someone a little nicer.

   I like the idea of this, and usually that's what I try to do. But sometimes I get tired. Oh, so very tired.

Twilight, by Dr. Seuss

Jake likes a girl. Her name is Bella.
Bella likes a different fella.

See this vamp? This is Ed.
Ed is pale. Ed is dead.

Ed saved Bella from a van.
Ed must be a special man.

Ed won't kill boys. He won't kill girls.
Ed gets fed on deer and squirrels.

This is James. He's a tracker.
He's a sort of vamp attacker.

James hunts Bella for a thrill.
Will Ed kill him? Yes, he will.

But James gave her a little bite.
Will she be a vamp? She might!

Edward fixes Bella's cut.
She won't be a vampire.
But...

She becomes one. Read some more.
She's a vampire in book four.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Sophia Loren

   Sex appeal is fifty percent what you've got, and fifty percent what other people think you've got.

Hedgehog Post #827,625,629,101



I'm a sucker for old romance


"Did you say Honeymoon??"

"Isn't love wonderful ... even in my Jeep."



"Just remember, Angel, I have a tag on you and you're not for sale."


"This is the way my wife always treats me. I am saying to her - 'ah cut it out,'"

"I think I'll marry this one...He's beautiful and brings out the best in me."

"This lipstick is mine"

"Would like this one's phone number."

"To my weakness. From Bob. All my love."

"Were you happy then, baby? I was."


The wonders of Photoshop




I Googled "perfection," and pages upon pages of skinny women came up. Disgusting.
"The idea of perfection is so imperfect." -- Unknown

I'm working on giving myself more credit.


Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday!

Paul McCartney's newest solo album (his first since 2007) comes out February 7. That's next Tuesday. I am determined to purchase it. Dylan thinks McCartney is a child molester and has forbidden it.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Story of my life


   Last night Dylan and I were hanging out with his younger sisters. We took them to McDonald's and came back home to watch Mr. Popper's Penguins. When we were in the car, Ella tapped on my shoulder from the back seat. "Um... Suzie?"
   "What is it, sweetie?"
   "Are...are you the youngest?"
   "Yes. I'm the baby in the family."
   Her eyes widened. "Ohhhhh. That explains everything," she said dramatically.
   "Why do you say that?" I giggled.
   "Your voice is so high pitched and squeaky! I could barely hear you talking back here!"



Hahaha.






I still hate spiders.