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Here's someone else who agrees that the Seahawks were cheated out of the game.
I've never felt so empty being right. I feel dirty. I wish I'd been wrong. The Steelers did not deserve to win this game. They were not the better team. O'Connor was right. Seattle was the better team.
Where's an honest official, be it sports or government, when you need one. I wonder if the payoff was big enough for the refs. I wonder if there will be an official investigation.
Well... enough for me. Sometimes being an American makes me feel slimely.
"We was robbed!" That coming from someone who knows nothing about football, but can see a replay as well as anyone. What I saw was a referee who took a touchdown away from the Seahawks and then later gave it to the Steelers. It was still a great game to watch... rooting for the underdog... rooting for the team from the Pacific Northwest. Still.... "WE WAS ROBBED!!" or so it looked to me. (Lots O Money involved in the Super Bowl and we all know how much corruption lots 'o money can cause.)
Public Domain PhotosWhew... I just confirmed that the crazy neighbor and all of her stuff is gone. Be still my heart! Let the par-tay begin.
I don't know how she managed to move all her furniture out, and she had a LOT, without me noticing because I was paranoid and watching everything... or so I thought. Her door and my window are kissing cousins... I don't know how I didn't see it, but nonetheless, its confirmed that the crazy neighbor is gone and I'm so very very sorry for those who now have to live around her.
I don't harbor ill-will or wish her harm, but I do wish her mental and drug help.
Now I can deal with my car. The entire windshield wiper arm is screwed up and will need to be replaced. A friend tried to get it off, but nooooo, that would be too easy. It looks like it requires a special tool or something. But that's okay... now I can take care of it.
I want to sing the song from the Wizard of Oz, but it seemed too mean to do that. What song you ask? You know the one... the one that goes Ding Dong the Witch is Gone. (yes, I changed the last word... but I'm not singing it, remember.)
Nothing much going on here. Looks like the Kuma Sutra virus didn't strike here... just another reason to leave porn alone. I bet there are some people out there sweating bullets, though. Yes, this is all I can come up with...
Shy Froggy is chalk on green paper. He came about because I "saw" him in a splash of paint on a shovel. I'll 'see' things in trees, floor designs, etc. Sometimes they are cartoon in nature, sometimes they are regular things. Certain kind of clouds are great for this activity.
I'm reposting things (or will be borrowing from the public domain photo site) for a few days because I need batteries for my camera again. Actually, I've borrowed batteries from the camera to use in my walkman. Its just a matter of getting to a store to pick up some more batteries. And yes, this is all I've got this morning.
Hope you have a good Friday.... and every other day as well.
Another 'killer' virus expected to hit Feb. 3 and knock out all kinds of programs on your pc. I kinda wonder who creates these things... if there isn't a new virus every once in a while how will anti-virus programs catch new customers?
From my anti-virus company:
"Only XXX premium products (Antivirus, Anti-Spyware, PRO, and Internet Security Suite) will protect against the BlackWorm."
If I'm off line for more than two days you can assume I've been hit.
Eerily similar but not as extreme. That's what I thought when I read about the ex-postal worker who killed seven people, possibly eight. From this follow-up article it sounds like this person should have been institutionalized, but local and federal governments don't or can't spend the money for very many institutions. Tax payers vote additional taxes down. Or something. Have I mentioned before that I think my crazy neighbor is on mental disability? There is nothing wrong with her physically so it only leaves mental. And it is when she is drinking that she loses control.
Marking the days off.
Yesterday was when the neighbor had agreed to turn over the keys to the property manager. When they came her father answered the door and said she wasn't home. Her poor father. He's 75 yrs old, doesn't get around very well, and he has to deal with her self-created problems. I bet that's one time he wished he had stayed out of bed.
It was pouring down rain yesterday. The neighbor's sister came over and they moved some clothing and bags. I don't think the neighbor could find anyone with a truck to move furniture. She took a couple of bags to the garbage and it looked like she gave a couple of bags to one of the other tenants. I'm not sure but I don't think she spent the night at her place.
I slept from 6pm to 6am... waking up every hour or so but going immediately back to sleep. This morning I felt like I was experiencing a slight case of post-traumatic stress syndrome... although using the word 'post' is premature at this time. The management office is suppose to keep me posted as to what is happening... I'll give them a couple of days and if I don't hear anything I'll send them a query.
On a brighter note, it is good to see that something is happening... that there is some moving going on. I just feel very sorry for whoever has to live around her now. I wonder if I'll ever hear her name on the news. You know, something like XXX was gunned down by someone protecting themselves.
I'm here to say, the "authorities" can not protect anyone. They can't even protect the public from the police, but enough said about that. Its a brighter day and there is more sunshine to come. I heard it on the news.
(from my email)
1. After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. At last she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard the three-year-old say with a trembling voice, "Who was THAT?"
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2. A mother was telling her little girl what her own childhood was like. "We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods." The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this in. At last she said, "I sure
wish I'd gotten to know you sooner!"
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3. My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, "Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?"
I mentally polished my halo while I asked “No, how are we alike?"
"You're both old," he replied.
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4. A little girl was diligently pounding away on her father's word processor. She told him she was writing a story. "What's it about?" he asked. "I don't know," she replied. "I can't read."
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5. I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me, and always she was correct. But it was fun for
me, so I continued. At last she headed for the door, saying sagely "Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these yourself!"
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6. A Sunday school class was studying the Ten Commandments. They were ready to discuss the last one. The teacher asked if anyone could tell her what it was. Susie raised her hand, stood tall, and quoted "Thou shall not take the covers off thy neighbor's wife."
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7. Our five-year-old son couldn't wait to tell his father about the movie we had watched on television, "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea." The scenes with the submarine and the giant octopus had kept him wide-eyed. In the middle of the telling, my husband interrupted Mark. "What caused the submarine to sink?"
With a look of incredulity Mark replied "Dad, it was the 20,000 leaks!"
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8. When my grandson Billy and I entered our vacation cabin we kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them before I did, Billy
whispered "It's no use, Grandpa. The mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights."
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9. When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied “I'm not sure."
"Look in your underwear, Grandma," he advised. "Mine says I'm four to six."
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10. A second grader came home from school and said to her mother "Mom, guess what? We learned how to make babies today." The mother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool. "That's interesting," she said, "How do you make babies?"
"It's simple," replied the girl. "You just change "y" to "i" and add "es.”
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11. "Give me a sentence about a public servant" said a teacher. The small boy wrote "The fireman came down the ladder pregnant." The teacher took the lad aside to correct him. "Don't you know what pregnant means?" she asked. "Sure" said the young boy confidently. "It means carrying a child."
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12. A grandmother was surprised by her 7 year old grandson one morning. He had made her coffee. She drank what was the worst cup of coffee in her life. When she got to the bottom, there were three of those little green army men in the cup. She said "Honey, what are these army men doing in my coffee?" Her grandson said "Grandma, it says on TV… 'The best part of waking up is soldiers in your cup!"
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13. A nursery school teacher was delivering a station wagon full of kids home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children started discussing the dog's duties. “ They use him to keep crowds back" said one youngster.
"No” said another, "he's just for good luck." A third child brought the argument to a close. "They use the dogs" she said firmly, "to find the fire hydrant."
The crazy drunken neighbor has been at it since Friday evening. Earlier this morning, around 2:30am, I heard a noise in front of my door and then her door closed. I gingerly peeked outside. There is a large metal water-hose container on the landing and she apparently was trying to pull it in front of my door. It wouldn't move that far since the hose was connected to the outside water faucet... so she just tried to lay as much of the hose in front of my door as was possible. That gives you an idea of her intelligence.
In the lower left corner of the picture you can see the hose container, to give you an idea. Oh, and that chair you see... she took it last month. And just to be doubly mean she swiped the wet, soggy door mat, too. WTF?! Sigh. I'm not going to even try to get my car fixed until she's gone because she will just attack it again. And speaking of my car... later, when its light outside, I will need to go check on it to see if she's done anything else to it. (There's just street parking here.)
I'm very concerned that her behavior is going to get her hurt or worse, but there doesn't seem to be any way to stop her. Based on her intelligence level there is no way of "talking to her" to point out possible consequences.
Because she is able to stay up for days at a time and she is a walking skeleton, I think she may also be a crackhead, besides being a drunk. I googled "crackhead" and it looks like the country is over run with them. If the terrorists don't bring down the country, then the crack and meth will.
No guts, no glory! No wonder NBC's ratings suck. They take a show, The Book of Daniel, that is innovating and, although controversial, good fodder for possible expansion of closed minds and put it on the shelf. And gawd forbid that a show would display a man's personal relationship with Jesus. I guess there are some christians who don't think an individual should be talking directly to Jesus... perhaps they should go thru a third party like a pediophile prist. BOO on NBC for caving! BOO on the sponsors that pulled their support. Its all about the money. Its all about the control. The christians who don't like the show should have simply not watched it. Get a grip for God sake! I suppose next we'll be having christian terrorists bombing networks who show programs they don't like. NBC use to be my favorite network. Now they are off my list completely. PBS... I LOVE YOU THE MOST!
If you do, then check out Donna Young's paintings! She was featured on Oregon Art Beat this past week. I can only imagine what the paintings must look like in person, because they are awesome even just seeing them on my monitor and TV (whose color is going out). She said she paints between 50 to 60 paintings a year and works from 8 to 5 creating her art. Be sure to check out her gallery.
There's a lot of makeovers going on... and some of them should be STOPPED! But that's just my opinion. Check out the Before and After Gallery on TLC's site. Many of the people there look better before the change. What do you think?
Here a just a few of my favorite movies... those that I can watch over and over. This is by no means a complete list. I'm sure as soon as I post this I will remember more. DOH! (A Little Princess is a specific version... the one made in 1995. The cinematography is awesome.)Create your own Movie List @ HotFreeLayouts!
I was thinking about it being Thursday and that means its the day for Thursday's Thirteen list... I was thinking I don't feel like doing it. Leanne feels the same way. That sure takes the pressure off. And those who want to continue, or do it sporadically can do so.
Gawd, give the old crabby woman a bone, or sumpin.
Nothing much going on around here. Its still raining and houses are still sliding down hills. We've got a Pineapple Express blowing thru... very mild, about 50 degrees.
If you want to check out some terrific photographs, check out the National Wildlife Federation Photo Contest. They are awesome! (I think its the white background the but winning photo of the owl in flight makes me think of a stuffed owl.)
Everyone is still waiting for the crazy neighbor to move. Having to do things the legal way takes FOREVER. I suppose one day there will be gobs of cops here when she has to forcibly be evicted. Unless I die of old age first. I feel like a prisoner in my own home. Sigh.
It sucks not being able to jump in my car and go somewhere... anywhere.
Not being able to go somewhere means I'm not spending money. Conducting business by mail isn't great, either.
The sun will be out tomorrow... bet your bottom dollar... tomorrow....
Nothing... I got nothin'.
PS... I hate those damn web sites that won't let you back out of them. Geesh. I stumble into them by mistake and I just want to get back out to where I came from... but NOOOOOOOOO... their little pitiful site is so frigging precious, surely I could not possibly want to leave. GRRRRR Does anyone know if this is a technical situation that people are stuck with?
