I rarely watch the local news, but I did last night, and they mentioned that the state has a huge amount of unclaimed money.
You have a deceased family member who has over $400 due from an insurance company.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Sunday, November 20, 2005
A few Sunday afternoon news items
Meet some incredibly self-centered parents:
Chicago cafe wages war on brats
What an oaf. The look on his face is priceless.
Bush attempt to retreat impeded by supply closet
Is nobody shocked by the level of blatent dishonesty from these people any longer?
Rummy: What? Nobody asked me what I thought!
Chicago cafe wages war on brats
What an oaf. The look on his face is priceless.
Bush attempt to retreat impeded by supply closet
Is nobody shocked by the level of blatent dishonesty from these people any longer?
Rummy: What? Nobody asked me what I thought!
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Silent but deadly?
It's quiet out here. Too quiet. And I've got too much time on my hands today. Here's a list of silent killers I found on the web, along with the source of the information. Good luck trying to sleep at night, knowing that all of these crafty bastards are lurking about, waiting to suck the life out of you and your loved ones:
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Regarding David's Posted Photograph
Your comment is wrong. The picture is an example of why you should be taking and posting photos.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Big K Inspired By New Sleep Plan
Big K Inspired By New Sleep Plan
For the November and December Family Gatherings.
Daybed to gazebo. Trundle bed to gazebo. One futon couch to gazebo--if it fits. Tarps around edges. Electric blankets for each bed. Fire in stove. Enter now to win a chance to sleep out there--Big K is a given 'cause it was her idea, and like Henny Penny, she will do the work. (Is it Henny Penny?) Eva T2 and Gock T and Eva T1 are first in line.
Gotta go spackle and paint now.
For the November and December Family Gatherings.
Daybed to gazebo. Trundle bed to gazebo. One futon couch to gazebo--if it fits. Tarps around edges. Electric blankets for each bed. Fire in stove. Enter now to win a chance to sleep out there--Big K is a given 'cause it was her idea, and like Henny Penny, she will do the work. (Is it Henny Penny?) Eva T2 and Gock T and Eva T1 are first in line.
Gotta go spackle and paint now.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Monday, October 31, 2005
Alito would make a majority - Can you guess what?
Scalia, Thomas, Kennedy, and Roberts are the other four.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Faulkner vs. Gaines
I recalled one of Agatha's favorite books to be As I Lay Dying, and then read it. Pretty depressing. Afterwards, I checked Agatha's list again and saw that the favorite book mentioned is A Lesson Before Dying. Possibly somewhat different plot. I have that book and will read it too.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Ivy Is Counselor of the Year
I know you will all be as proud as I am that Ivy was voted Counselor of the Year at the organization that licenses all alcohol & drug counselors in the state. She can be e-mailed congrats at I just came back and edited out identifying info. Sometimes I am so dumb, I forget this is not necessary private.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Monday, October 17, 2005
South Side Represent
The Indy contingent extends congrats to Jojo. We'll be throwing in our support in the Fall Classic, too.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Friday, October 14, 2005
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Okay, How About This?
Okay, how about this?
P suggests, and I concurr, just sell the houses and 7 acres, Keep the 4 to 5 acres starting at Loving Road. Later, you guys could build a cabin, pitch a tent, dig a well, put in a septic system, camp out on it. Unless I sell it to buy a fur coat or a diamond tiara, that is.
P suggests, and I concurr, just sell the houses and 7 acres, Keep the 4 to 5 acres starting at Loving Road. Later, you guys could build a cabin, pitch a tent, dig a well, put in a septic system, camp out on it. Unless I sell it to buy a fur coat or a diamond tiara, that is.
Monday, October 03, 2005
Sunday, October 02, 2005
koALA Reassures the EvaDewer, and Potpourri
I've never thought of myself as the member of the tribe to be most needful of mollycoddling, (see KOF), but apparently I've sold myself short. I received a call from koALa and Pert this morning, ultimately geared towards giving me an opportunity to vent any misgivings I may have with respect the pending purge of worldly goods and land that make up The Compound. So I did.
While I've never made a secret of my affinity for the family farm, I recognize that it is the people that reside in and around the abode that make it what it is. I know that, even if I had the means to offer fair market for the land, it wouldn't make any sense, as it stops being what it is to me when the occupants abandon it -er- move. I'm aware of at least some of the many benefits that come with the move, and support it. Emotionally, I'm probably reluctant because I don't want things to change, as if keeping things the status quo would prevent other things from progressing. Obviously, on a conscious level, that level of ostrich syndrome would be pointless, and in fact potentially harmful. So sell the shit and move already. Don't forget that herb, though.
Once talked off of *that* ledge, koALa got the opportunity to assure me that the shoulder injury I suffered during tennis yesterday is not likely to be a torn rotator cuff, as was my fear. Though I won't know for sure until one of the local docs performs the appropriate tests, I am mostly convinced that the problem will neither be with me that long, nor require surgery. So there's that.
On a more positive note, I picked up a couple of tickets for the Braves' second playoff game (this Thursday) for me and Pert. We'll be there to see their annual collapse firsthand. I don't know if any of you have been to a park for a playoff game, but there's a really cool vibe that comes with it, at least in my limited experience. I think it has something to do with the bunting (the decoration, not the batting choice).
While I've never made a secret of my affinity for the family farm, I recognize that it is the people that reside in and around the abode that make it what it is. I know that, even if I had the means to offer fair market for the land, it wouldn't make any sense, as it stops being what it is to me when the occupants abandon it -er- move. I'm aware of at least some of the many benefits that come with the move, and support it. Emotionally, I'm probably reluctant because I don't want things to change, as if keeping things the status quo would prevent other things from progressing. Obviously, on a conscious level, that level of ostrich syndrome would be pointless, and in fact potentially harmful. So sell the shit and move already. Don't forget that herb, though.
Once talked off of *that* ledge, koALa got the opportunity to assure me that the shoulder injury I suffered during tennis yesterday is not likely to be a torn rotator cuff, as was my fear. Though I won't know for sure until one of the local docs performs the appropriate tests, I am mostly convinced that the problem will neither be with me that long, nor require surgery. So there's that.
On a more positive note, I picked up a couple of tickets for the Braves' second playoff game (this Thursday) for me and Pert. We'll be there to see their annual collapse firsthand. I don't know if any of you have been to a park for a playoff game, but there's a really cool vibe that comes with it, at least in my limited experience. I think it has something to do with the bunting (the decoration, not the batting choice).
Saturday, October 01, 2005
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