Monday, October 31, 2005


HALLOWEEN, the name applied to the evening of October 31, preceding the Christian feast of Hallowmas, Allhallows, or All Saints' Day. The observances connected with Halloween are thought to have originated among the ancient Druids who believed that on that evening, Saman, the lord of the dead, called forth hosts of evil spirits.

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The Druids customarily lit fires on Halloween, apparently for the purpose of warding off all these spirits.

Image hosted by Among the ancient Celts, Halloween was the last evening of the year and was regarded as a propitious time for examining the portents of the future. The Celts also believed that the spirits of the dead revisited their earthly homes on that evening. After the Romans conquered Britain, they added to Halloween features of the Roman harvest festival held on November 1 in honour of Pomona, goddess of the fruits of trees.

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The Celtic tradition of lighting fires on Halloween survived until modern times in Scotland, Wales and Scunthorpe, and the concept of ghosts and witches is still common to all Halloween observances.

Image hosted by Traces of the Roman harvest festival survive in the custom, prevalent in both the United States and Great Britain, of playing games involving fruit, such as ducking for apples in a tub of water. Of similar origin is the use of hollowed-out pumpkins carved to resemble grotesque faces and lit by candles placed inside.





Sunday, October 30, 2005


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They're coming to
get you hey hey

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They're coming to
get you ho ho

With witches brew
and potions too

They're coming to
get you hey hey
ha ha, hee hee
ho ho

Thursday, October 27, 2005


The seasons come, the seasons go

over and over again,

Blue skies turn to grey

And back to blue again.

Autumn with it's wisdom

Making ready for the cold

With it's glorious colors

Of red and orange and gold.

Winter so enduring

With it's shimmering crown of white

Ever so enchanting, a mesmerizing sight.

Spring and it's breezes

With skies of blue and rain drops too,

Rejuvenating the ground

For summer to come around.

Summer arrives in full bloom

Bouquets of flowers

And the smell of perfume,

Warm summer nights with stars in the sky

And the sweet smell of Honeysuckle

As you pass by.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005


And everyone knows it. If they don't hear it they'll smell
it and they'll know who it is anyway when your face turns
red. There's no getting out of it. I don't care how hard you
try to be nonchalant about it, they'll pinpoint wear that smell
is coming from every time. You're guilty and you know it.

Awe come on we've all done it, had one of those farts that you just can't hold back. It just slips out whether you want it to or not. One of life most embarrassing moments.

One that comes to my mind is one that I can't forget because it was so funny. I was sitting with someone (who shall remain anonymous, unless she chooses to come forward), in the Wal-Mart snack bar. She thought we were all alone , even the woman behind the counter had stepped out for a moment. Well we weren't alone there was one man setting in the booth behind her. I had no reason to acknowledge that we were not alone because I had no clue as to what was coming, but there she blows folks, she cut a fart. It wasn't that it was the worst smelling one, it was that it was enormously loud. Good God, as loud as a bolt of thunder. I said Oh my, and she just looked at me like SO, then she said so what were alone . That's when I whispered across to her, ya , you , me and the guy behind you whos' toupee I think you just blew off. The rest of the conversation went something like. Unt-uh, a-haaa , followed by a bunch of uncontrolable giggling by the both of us.

Then there is another kind of fart problem. The guy who is proud of his farts and wants to share them with everyone. No Contest. My son gets the 'Fart Award' in my family. One time I was in the grocery store and he found me, as I turned and said hi he had this stupid grin on his face said hi, and cut a fart, then he says real loud OMG, Oh Momma, and leaves. The shit head.
My daughter has suffered greatly at some of his fart pranks. Now let me explain, I don't know what is wrong with his inner system, but he has got the worst smelliest farts in the world. They are worse then rotten eggs -- and they linger on. So anyway, he and his sister went somewhere together and as they were driving down the street (so she couldn't jump out) , he decides to fart. Ahhhh, but first he make sure the windows are rolled up, then he cuts one. Of course she yells at him then turns to roll down the window, but she can't. He is holding the botton down on his side. She starts screaming that she is getting sick and has to vomit and he rolls down the window just in time for her to hang her head out an puck for awhile.
When they get to the house they both jumped out of the truck to see who can get to me first. She comes running in the door screaming Mom guess what he did to me, with him right behind her laughing like crazy. As she is telling me , he is laughing uncontrolably. Well, heck this just happened, they are both grown, so what the hell am I suppose to do about it. I can't put him over my lap and spank him, he's 6'2". Oh Shame on you geezzzzzzzz! Then I stepped aside and let them fight it out. I remember words like , you discusting pig and more laughing.
Well it seems the rest of us had to pay for that prank as well, because in their rush to see who could get to me first neither one of them realized that she puked all down the outside of the truck. Sooooooo, the next morning my grandson and I (in a rush) run out to the truck to take him to school , he grabs the door handle and I hear a screaming , oh, yuk, yuk , yuk. I' ve got vomit all over my hand oh no. So guess who gets to clean it all up -- yup, yup, yup good old Mom.

A few weeks later he tried the same exact thing with me, but it didn't work. He got this shit eating grin on his face and I knew what was coming. He cut his nasty old fart and I just looked at him and calmly said, (in a very nasal voice), It's not going to work Nick, I used to work in a nursing home remember. I can breath through my mouth and not smell a thing. A look of disappointment went over his face and he rolled down the windows. I guess he couldn't handle it. hehehe

So tell me, do you have any fart stories you would like to share. Are you The victim or do you victimize??? Let it fly, as long as I can't smell em, you can tell em!

A very special 'Thanks' to Mara for giving me the idea to share my fart family tales with you.

If you want to read the funniest fart story ever in you life visit Mara at: and read her post titled:
Men Think They Are Just Fart-Tastic.
I couldn't stop laughing I promise you'll do the same. She's great.

Saturday, October 22, 2005


You want a smoking or non-smoking cave?
Oct 12, 9:54 AM ET
There's no room service, no swimming pool, no microwave oven, no coffee machine, no television, no electricity.

But the accommodations do include mattresses and wood stoves.

An 89-year-old retired construction worker this month began advertising cave stays in east-central Idaho for $5 per night, or $25 a month.

Richard Zimmerman, also known as "Dugout Dick," said his dwellings can double as bomb shelters and serve as mining sites for people who bring their own picks.

Zimmerman, himself a cave resident, has spent decades carving out a dozen quarters from a hillside overlooking the Salmon River rapids.

Now he said it's time to break from his labors and help jump-start tourism in this remote mountain community.

The caves stretch as far as 100 feet into the hillside and are bolstered by rocks, peeled fir poles, mud and straw.

So far, a few tourists from overseas -- one from England, another from Spain -- have taken him up on the offer. Zimmerman said they did not take to life underground.

"It's not for everyone," the self-styled Salmon River caveman acknowledged. But "I expect the trade will pick up anytime now."

After reading the news article I became curious about Dugout Dick so I did some research and
here he is. I like his cave much better then the one I posted above. Five bucks, hmmm I may have to rent one. I think I'll take the luxury cave for $25.00. After all he seems to think they are going to be in demand and you know what they say, "Wisdom comes with age". Anyone for Idaho?

Salmon River Caveman

Richard Zimmerman was born February 26, 1916 in Milford, Indiana. Richard Zimmerman, or "Dugout Dick" the Salmon River Caveman, is the name he has earned from the nature of his existence, and it is a euonym for this remarkable old man.
Since 1948, Dugout Dick has been literally chiseling out an existence in Elk Bend, Idaho. Above the banks of the Salmon River, and visible from Highway 93, a homestead of unusual appearance beckons the curious to visit this Flinstone-like hillside. Dugout Dick is a modern version of Barney Rubble. His rubblework is amazing!

Dick had worked for farmers and ranchers and served in the military for fourteen months when he received a reprieve to come home. An Idaho dairy farmer needed his help. Dick decided to begin searching for a place he could call home. He found many places along the Salmon River suitable, and in 1948, he decided on a location 18 miles south of Salmon, Idaho and staked out his claim.

Working with a team of mules, Dick cleared the land while he lived in a tent. With the closest bridge a mile away, he built his own road to the bridge in order to get out for supplies. He started a garden and over the years he improved the soil and now grows enough vegetables for himself and some to sell at the local health food store in town.

Dick has dug many caves along the banks of the river, using only a pick, shovel and prybar. The one Dick lives in is dug about 12 feet wide and 30 feet deep into the hillside. He has no electricity or modern heating or plumbing, and no telephone. A natural ice cave provides a place to keep cool drinks and other perishables.

Dick has ingeniously used old automobile windshields embedded in the rubblework for windows that let in light and heat. Old cookstoves provide heat for the winter and for cooking.

Dick has dug so many caves, that he now offers them for rent to tourists or people down on their luck. He rents them for $10, $15, or $20 a month. Cool in the summer and warm in the winter, this may be a great bargain. Dick also gives guided tours of his Dugout Ranch. Those who have rented a cave are required to allow his guests to see their cave when he brings tourists by.

Here is the front of Dugout Dicks' real cave.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005


Dearly departed together again!
You too can have your loved one with you
forever with a 'diamond ring' from LifeGem.

LifeGem, created a diamond made from the ashes of cremated remains, So far they make them in two colors blue and yellow.
How do they do this by using super-hot ovens to transform ashes to graphite and then pressing the stones into blue and yellow diamonds that are put into ring settings that retail for anywhere from 2,700 to 20,000 dollars. One cremation will make about 20 gems.

Diamonds, diamonds, everywhere. I'm sure it won't be long before they figure out a way to make them in any color your heart desires. So go ahead order one, it will be a way to have him still hanging around, forever -- on your finger, that is.

Am I the only one thinking, YUK ! This is so wrong?

I wonder how long before some crazed grave digger
decides to bury an empty casket and go into the
diamond business?
How did they knew this would work to begin with???

Saturday, October 15, 2005


KAILUA-KONA, Hawaii (AP) - Some 100 runners wearing nothing but their undergarments turned out Thursday for the Underpants Run, a fun run that has become an annual event in the days leading up to Saturday's Ironman World Championship.

They even sell T-shirts printed with the phrase "I see London, I see France, No, it's your underpants," for $20 US each, with the proceeds benefiting West Hawaii Special Olympics.

Well at least it's for a good cause.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005


You know I have written a post on stalking and bad relationships and none of those posts were taken from any resource but my own.
They were my thoughts my views and my antidotes. I wanted to share, hoping that in some small way they would give someone out there some insight or new ideas of their own if they were faced with any of those situations. Or maybe I just had to get it out and it felt good to do so. I thought I was through, but I'm not.

There is yet another type of person that comes to mind, the one that just won't go away. The comment freak. It doesn't matter who they are. It doesn't matter if they are a mere acquaintance or someone that you know or some jerk that you have never heard of before, well they're definitely all jerks!
The point is they come into a persons comment section and reek havoc everywhere they go. Most of them don't even have a blog of their own so they can come on cause their trouble and when they can't take the heat they can just run away until the next time they decide to cause trouble. How convenient for them.


Being polite and letting them have their say doesn't seem to work. Being rude to them doesn't seem to work either and asking them to leave doesn't seem to have any effect on them what so ever. They hang around like vultures. They are always right even when they are wrong. Some of them start out with a rude comment right off the bat and others will come on your comment section and start out acting nice and then start being rude or bring up something that they have no business on earth saying on someone else's site. It is like they are brain dead. Sometimes I think they are brain dead or completely ignorant.

So I have deduced that there can only be one explanation for their behavior. This kind of behavior must be the norm for them. They must do this in their own home. Fighting arguing, bickering and mentally tearing each other apart is the only way of life they know. They were raised this way and have raised their children this way. How sad is that. Someone ruined their life so they had to pass it on. What an inheritance!

If someone were to knock on their door and hand them a subpoena for 'cyber stalking' they probably wouldn't have a clue as to what they have done wrong.

Why? Because they are never wrong! You know that old saying 'I'm right the world is wrong'.

They know no better and the really sad thing is they don't want to know any better therefore they will never change.
They will go on for the rest of their life with their blah, blah, blah.

Monday, October 10, 2005


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Friday, October 07, 2005



Honda Motor Co. has designed a car that's friendly for dogs — part of the Japanese automaker's ongoing effort to create vehicles that are easy to use and comfortable to ride in.

The W.O.W. Concept, which stands for "wonderful openhearted wagon," shown to reporters recently, is an exhibition model with no plans for commercial sale that will be exhibited at the Tokyo auto show later this month.

A special crate for dogs in the glove apartment allows owners to interact with their pets while driving. A bigger crate pops up from the floor in the back seat area and can be folded back into the floor when it's not needed. For even bigger dogs, just buckle them up with a special seat belt to the floor.

The big danger for pets riding along in cars is that they get thrown out during a crash. About a fifth of Japanese households have a dog, and demand is growing for cars that cater to man's best friend, according to Honda.

The W.O.W comes with removable, washable, rollout flooring and has wide sliding doors to keep dogs happy.

"We created this vehicle from the point of view of a dog, but it turned out to be a gentler vehicle for the elderly, children and other family members," said Honda designer Katsuhito Nakamura.

I'm happy for pet lovers everywhere but how about making a kid friendly car.
I'm speaking of kids 6 to 10yrs.
Anyone who has ever had to strap a child into a vehicle knows that the current seat belts are not the most comfortable things for a child and it is impossible to get the full safety benefits from them. The strap that is suppose to go across the the shoulder hits them across face and those sliding doors could get a finger caught in them if they try to hold on to the frame to soon while getting out. How is this car kid friendly, we can't stick them in those little boxes.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005


I can remember a time when people in the US could pretty much do what ever they wanted to within reason. They could gather together in a public park to hear some candidate for what ever give a speech, or some group could have a singing , or even to protest, or rally for women's rights. In the days of the 'flower child' they could stand on the corner handing out leaflets. You could safely picket a place of business because that was your right. And oh yes, let us not forget that a women's body and being gay was no ones business but their own.

These things are no longer true. They are easier said then done. A speech in the park or even a singing or a protest , you may have to get a permit. Handing out leaflets , well you just might be chased away as a vagrant or a menace. And if you're factory goes on strike, You might want to think twice about picketing. Other then the fact that you just might not get your job back , someone just might come along and throw a brick at your head, then you'll be out of a job and have a hospital bill to boot. Picketing has never been the safest thing, but it used to be a somewhat protected right. Where I live the unions here are not very strong and picketing is a very dangerous thing.

As for a women's body and being gay -- well now it seems to be everybody's else's business but their own.

I can also remember a time when you could not search a person or their vehicle without just cause directed at that particular person. Boy are those days gone. Now you may be driving along minding your own business only to come upon a road block randomly set up for the sole purpose of stopping every single vehicle and searching it with or without your permission.
This use to be a huge invasion of your rights. So what went wrong.

And let us not criticize a high official or heaven forbid the president to harshly, You may be tagged by the FBI as a person to be watched. You're phone could be tapped right now. Someone could be listening to every dirty little thing that you ever told your best friend.
How good does that feel?

Excuse me -- but where are my rights? When did somebody tear up that document that says I have rights and flush it down the toilet???

This is the USA is it not, so when was it , who was it, that decided they should interfere with free enterprise and tell restaurants what they should and should not serve and me what I should and should not eat.
My point is -- little by little our rights are being taken away. Our boundaries are becoming smaller and smaller, our restrictions are becoming wider and wider. What's next?

I'm beginning to wonder how much longer before we can no longer call ourselves a democracy.
Perhaps I shouldn't complain, we do, after all, have more freedom then most. Should we consider ourselves lucky and leave it at that or do we have the right to long for the unrestricted kind of freedom that our parents and their parents fought for. And if we continue to allow these changes , what kind of freedom will be left for our children??

How many more amendments to the constitution will we allow, before we have no constitution at all?

I for one feel that we are on the borderline of losing it all. Where are my rights if I am minding my own business happily on my way somewhere ,and get stopped and searched when I am not under suspicion for anything and please don't bother telling me that this has helped to catch a lot of bad guys either, I'm sure it has, but they will catch those bad guys anyway without invading my privacy or interrupting my day. I highly resent it. It is unnecessary and just one more of what used to be my rights , taken away from me.

So where have we gone wrong?

I think one problem might be that to many people that could make a difference don't bother to vote. I have a friend that I sometimes go to lunch with and her and her husband both have never voted in their life . Not even in local things in this little town such as for mayor or sheriff. Never ever even registered.
This is a sore point between us because she always complains about our local officials and we have argued many times about the fact that if she would vote maybe that person wouldn't be in office, but it's like butting my head against a brick wall.
One day we were sitting in this little booth and this man in the next booth started talking to us and complaining about some local official and I asked who he had voted for and he replied nobody, I didn't vote. My friends face turned red when she saw the look in my eyes, she knew what he was in for as I opened my big mouth and politely told him that if he didn't vote then he had not right to complain about it..
I am not very politically smart I do try to keep informed and vote. I know what I want and usually who I want and make it a point to do my part to make it happen by voting.

I am so tired of hearing people that don't vote complain the most and use the excuse that their one vote doesn't matter anyway.

Well you're right , your vote doesn't count-- why--because you don't use it!!

Tuesday, October 04, 2005


Well it's certainly not a family car, might be good for some senile old lady that can't drive or park her car, hmmm, just don't think I could use it , I drive a truck.

New Car Aimed at Drivers With Parking Woes By YURI KAGEYAMA,
AP Business Writer
Fri Sep 30, 1:21 AM ET

For drivers who find backing out of tight parking spots a hassle, Nissan has an answer: An egg-shaped car whose body pivots 360 degrees so that its rear end becomes the front.

The Pivo, shown Friday at a Tokyo Nissan showroom, is still an experimental model and probably won't go on sale publicly for several years. It is a three-seater electric car that looks like a big egg on wheels. Its body revolves in a complete circle while its wheels stay put.

Such moves are possible because Pivo's steering, wheels and other parts are controlled electronically by wireless, or electronic signals, not mechanical links between the cabin and the vehicle's chassis.

"This is a cute car for people who have problems parking," said Nissan Motor Co. chief designer Masato Inoue.

Pivo, also planned for display at the Tokyo auto show opening next month, highlights other technologies, including a system that allows the driver to control devices inside the car simply by raising his or her fingers off the steering wheel.

That's done through a camera embedded in the steering wheel that senses heat. Lifting one finger might turn on the radio. Two fingers might set car navigation equipment.

The technology works much like voice-recognition capabilities already available in some advanced cars, but Tokyo-based Nissan says some people prefer finger-pointing to talking to yourself.

Pivo also allows the driver to see blind spots via cameras attached to the outside of the car.

Inoue says it's possible to design a gasoline-engine vehicles that spins in the same way if electronic controls are approved for traffic safety. But they're unlikely to have the round look of Pivo because a conventional engine requires more room than an electric motor.

Saturday, October 01, 2005



Monday, September 26, 2005

A German flasher’s lewd antics backfired when he leaped naked out of a bush and exposed himself to a woman, only for the off-duty police officer to call for back-up and send him scrambling back into his clothes. “He’d expected her to go ‘Ooh, ooh!’ when he jumped out — not that she would calmly call officers for assistance,” said a police spokesman in the western town of Mettmann on Thursday. “He got a big surprise — he really picked the wrong person.”

The 52-year-old man managed to flee in panic from where he had attempted to shock the police woman as she walked her dogs, but was soon apprehended at his home by her colleagues. reuters
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