Tuesday, August 30, 2005


I recently wrote to Bogger Support about Spammers in my comment section, this is their reply.

Please see Blogger help for how to delete unwanted comments:


Further information on how to prevent comment spam can be found here:

Thanks for your patience,
Blogger Support

If each of you will contact "Blogger Support" maybe they will figure out a way to give us even more help with Spammers.

Here is their e-mail address: "Blogger Support"< support@blogger.com


A quick message to let you all know that I am having major computer problems right now. I can pretty much post on my blog and comment on a few of my blogger friends sites but not everyones. Have lost some major components and am not able to download what I need to get up and running properly. I am trying to resolve this problem as quickly as possible but my phone is also down, so I can't get back in touch with dell.
I am still able to view your posts and look in on you everyday, so althought I am keeping up with all of you some will not know I have been there. At some point I am affraid I will crash completely before I get the help I need. Bare with me. I'm working on it. Love you all bunches!!!! I will still be posting when I can get through.

CHECK OUT THE POST BELOW THIS ONE. I will continue to post while I can.

Monday, August 29, 2005


Bless her heart, what's the harm in a little dance other then it looks like his head is in her boobs. lol, sorry can't help it , I think it's funny!! That's a big women, she ought to be picking him up.

Nun's wild dancing earns her a reprimand

Tue Aug 23,12:26 PM ET

A Belgian nun's acrobatic and indecorous dancing with a missionary during the Catholic World Youth Day in Germany over the weekend earned her a reprimand from her mother superior, a Belgian paper said Tuesday.

Daily Het Laatste Nieuws showed pictures of a dancing Johanne Vertommen being held up in the air by the missionary, and then clinging to him with her legs wrapped around his body.

"I wouldn't do this at home but at such occasions I get carried away by the enthusiasm of the group," the 29-year-old told the paper later.

"My mother superior raised the issue today: she thinks I should watch out a bit and bear in mind that I represent our community," Vertommen said.

Pope Benedict attended the celebration at the Marienfeld, outside Cologne, in the presence of some 700,000 people.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005


I found this site quite by accident and just had to share it with you I hope the owner doesn't mind it is both beautiful and sad at the same time.
This page starts at this url http://www.wyoblue.com/Two_TearDrops.html

Two Teardrops

Two teardrops were floating down the river.
One teardrop said to the other,
I'm from the soft blue eyes of a woman in love.
I'm a tear of joy, she couldn't carry,
She was so happy she just got married.
I was on her cheek when she wiped me away with her glove.
I could tell from the look on her face she didn't need me.
So I drifted on down and caught me a ride to the sea.

The other tear said we've got a connection,
I'm a tear of sorrow born of rejection.
I'm from the sad brown eyes of her old flame.
She told him they would be life-long companions.
Left him with questions and not enough answers.
I was on his cheek as he stood there calling her name.
I could tell he had a lot of my friends for company.
So I drifted on down and caught me a ride to the sea.

Oh, the Ocean's a little bit bigger tonight,
Two more teardrops somebody cried
One of them happy and one of them bluer than blue.
The tide goes out and the tide comes in.
Someday there will be teardrops again,
Released in a moment of pleasure or a moment of pain.
Then they drift on down and ride to the sea again.

Last night I sat in the waiting room,
A nurse walked in and gave me the news.
It's a baby girl and they are both fine.
An old man sitting not 10 feet away has lost his wife,
And said to me, You've got a brand new angel, and I've lost mine.
I guess the good Lord giveth and the good Lord taketh away.
And we both wiped a teardrop from our face.

Oh the ocean's a little bit bigger tonight.
Two more teardrops somebody cried.
One of them happy and one of them bluer than blue.
Tide goes out and the tied comes in,
A whole new circle of life begins
Tears are a part of the pleasure and part of the pain.
'Til they drift on down and tide to the sea again

Steve Wariner

This page is dedicated to Dee.

To Dee,
All my love, forever,

Wyoblueyes Index Page

Steve Wariner
Two Tear Drops

Tuesday, August 23, 2005


During class, a teacher trying to teach good manners asks the students, one by one “Michael, if you were on a date, having supper with a nice young lady, how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom?” she asked.

“Just a minute, I have to go piss.”

The teacher replied “That would be rude and impolite!”

“What about you John, how would you say it?”

“I am sorry, but I really need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”

The teacher responded, “That’s better, but it’s still not very nice to say the word bathroom at the table.”

“And you Peter, are you able to use your intelligence for once and show us your good manners?”

“I would say: Darling, may I please be excused for a moment, I have to shake hands with a very dear friend of mine, whom I hope you’ll get to meet after supper.”

The teacher fainted.

Monday, August 22, 2005


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Sunday, August 21, 2005


Gonzo Writer Thompson's Ashes Blast Off
With a deafening boom, the ashes of Hunter S. Thompson were blown into the sky amid fireworks late Saturday as relatives and a star-studded crowd bid an irreverent farewell to the founder of "gonzo journalism."

As the ashes erupted from a tower, red, white, blue and green fireworks lit up the sky over Thompson's home near Aspen.

"I'll always remember where I was when Hunter was blown into the heavens," said Thompson's neighbor, Rita Sherman, who watched the spectacle from the deck of her house.

The 15-story tower was modeled after Thompson's logo: a clenched fist, made symmetrical with two thumbs, rising from the hilt of a dagger. It was built between his home and a tree-covered canyon wall, not far from a tent filled with merrymakers.

"He loved explosions," explained his wife, Anita Thompson.
Anita Thompson said Depp funded much of the celebration.

"We had talked a couple of times about his last wishes to be shot out of a cannon of his own design," Depp told The Associated Press last month. "All I'm doing is trying to make sure his last wish comes true. I just want to send my pal out the way he wants to go out."

I just had to share this awsome memorial held August 20,2005. It's a shame that Mr. Thompson chose to take his own life on February 20th. He was a man that wasn't affraid to take a risk saying At the height of the Watergate era, that Richard Nixon represented "that dark, venal, and incurably violent side of the American character." Thompson had never expected to be successful taking on President Nixon during the Watergate era. "He thought he would be banned or put on an enemies' list." I think it's great that it didn't effect his life in the way that he thought it would instead he went on to become very famous.
He was also the model for Garry Trudeau's balding "Uncle Duke" in the comic strip "Doonesbury."
And apparently loved by many, many celebraties for there were certainly many attending this memorial.

A party and a celebration memorial for a man who certainly made himself immortal through his writings.

Friday, August 19, 2005


You've been tagged!
I have been "tagged" by MOJOALA
(Whom I'm going to kill). List five songs that you are currently digging - it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions and the five songs (with artist) in your blog. Then tag five people to see what they're listening to.

Here is my list of the songs I am currently digging:

1. The Killers - Mr. Brightside
2. The Killers - All These Things That I've Done
3. Greene Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams
4. A.F.I. - Silver and Cold
5. Gwen Stefani - Hollaback Girl
haha - can't leave out CHER - Strong Enough

Ok, the five people I will tag are:




Gina Burgess


This is a first for me - and it will be the last - Me no likey games like this


Top Ten Things Men Understand About Women.











Just smile and send it on.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005


I went to a site this morning that I frequent often. It seems that there was a heated debate over something that happened on another persons site. Apparently the disagreement followed itself back home with the commenter where it continued on his site.
I like both of these people very much and often check on both of them. I enjoy each of their sites for different reasons so it saddened me to know they were bickering and out of respect for each of them I will not name names. I was very tempted to copy a couple of the comments from that site for this post, but I opted not to , for I felt it might be some sort of infringement of their rights. But I did however feel that it was my right to copy my own comment, which I will get to in a minute, as after realizing what the argument was about I felt compelled to comment.

Now please understand this is not word for word but is according to what I read in rebuttal as the disagreement carried over to the site I was visiting at the time. In other words I was not at the scene of the crime, LOL, when it first ensued. If I understood what was going on correctly, one person posted something of a political nature and gave, shall we say, the fickle finger of fate to the politican that she didn't like. The commenter liking the other politcian said that if my candidate deserves one finger , your politician deserves four. It is a little difficult for me to continue without laughing but here go's . The one whos site it was on deleted the commenters comment not because he said something vile or vulgar, not because he used fawl language (apparently they both used the same language) but because he simply disagreed and did not like her candidate of choice. Sorry little chuckle here.

He was hurt that she was so severe as to not only delete his comment , but to e-mail him and ask him to never come back to her site. His argument is if you didn't want comments why do you have a comment column and what is so wrong with disagreeing with someone. As the fight continued on his site many people had many things to say. Here is my comment.

EXSENO said...
I believe so very much in free speech and so many of our rights are so being invaded that I don't know if I would even delete a really bad comment.
I think blogging is a great way of expressing our freedom of speech.
The comment section is the one thing that I like about blogging,it's a great way of communicating and a good debate never hurt anyone.

It happens that I do not like Bush at all. It also happens that I thought Bill Clintion did a great job as president. Now I said as a President not as a man. But his personal life should be between him and his wife. The fact remain that he brought us out of debt and now we are up to our hoohaas in debt again. But I would hate to think that if **** loved Bush that he would deny me the opportunity to state my views.

People don't have to argue or hate to have different views.

You know in the past if I was asked why I liked to blog, I would have to really give it some thought. I would answer everything from I like to write, to I like to meet people, to I like to read other peoples views, and yet it always felt like something was missing. Why was it such a hard question to answer. None of those really totally was what I was feeling, yet I couldn't put my finger on it.

It took running into this heated debate to make me realize why I blog. It all became so clear, if someone should ask me why today, it wouldn't be a problem. The answer for me would have to be FREEDOM.
I blog for the freedom of speech. For the freedom of being able to say what I feel, what I like, what I want, without fear of repremand.
FREEDOM, the most beautiful word in the world next to love.

I blog because I love to blog. I blog because I can. I blog for the love of freedom!!!!



SAY DEZ! School of Safe Driving
after an accident in Hamilton, Ontario,

The elderly couple was shaken up after the accident.

Well -- Maybe we should concentrate on
your parking skills !!

Tuesday, August 16, 2005



A filthy rich North Carolina man decided that he wanted to throw a party and invited all of his buddies and neighbors. He also invited Leroy, the only redneck in the neighborhood.

He held the party around the pool in the backyard of his mansion.
Leroy was having a good time drinking, dancing, eating shrimp, oysters and BBQ and
flirting with all the women.

At the height of the party, the host said, "I have a 10ft man-eating gator in my pool and I'll give a million dollars to anyone who has the nerve to jump in."

The words were barely out of his mouth when there was a loud splash and everyone turned around and saw Leroy in the pool!

Leroy was fighting the gator and kicking its ass! Leroy was jabbing the gator in the
eyes with his thumbs, throwing punches, head butts and choke holds, biting the gator
on the tail and flipping the gator through the air like some kind of Judo instructor.

The water was churning and splashing everywhere. Both Leroy and the gator were screaming and raising hell. Finally Leroy strangled the gator and let it float to the top like a dime store goldfish. Leroy then slowly clilmbed out of the pool.

Everybody was just staring at him in disbelief.

Finally the host says, "Well, Leroy, I reckon I owe you a million dollars."

"No, that's okay. I don't want it," said Leroy.

The rich man said, "Man, I have to give you something. You won the bet. How about half a million bucks then?"

"No thanks. I don't want it," answered Leroy.

The host said, "Come on, I insist on giving you something. That was amazing. How about a new Porsche and a Rolex and some stock options?"

Again Leroy said no.

Confused, the rich man asked, "Well, Leroy, then what do you want?"

Leroy said, "I want the name of the sumbitch who pushed me in the pool."

Thanks to "BB" for giving me this joke.

Saturday, August 13, 2005


I find the brain the most fascinating part of the body, probably the ugliest, yet the most important.
Even thou we have learned a lot about the brain over the years, I still believe we don't even know one-half of the secrets that the brain holds. It is so complex that in many ways it still remains one of the medical frontiers that has not yet been conquered and I really don't think it will be in my lifetime. But I sure would like to be around when all of its secrets unfold.

Women have been arguing for years that they are superior to men. It's been a never ending battle between the sexes. I personally have used that argument, but in reality I believed there was no physical difference in our brains. However after reading this article I am having second thoughts and wondering -- what other secrets does the brain hold-- men vs women???

Ladies, we've been saying for years that we are superior to men, well here's a little bit of proof that at least in one area of the brain we are better equipped.
A little Bang for your gun, use it wisely.

Men who are accused of never listening by women now have an excuse -- women's voices are more difficult for men to listen to than other men's, a report said.

The Daily Mail, quoting findings published in the specialist magazine

NeuroImage, said researchers at Sheffield university in northern England discovered startling differences in the way the brain responds to male and female sounds.

Men deciphered female voices using the auditory part of the brain that processes music, while male voices engaged a simpler mechanism, it said.

The Mail quoted researcher Michael Hunter as saying, "The female voice is actually more complex than the male voice, due to differences in the size and shape of the vocal cords and larynx between men and women, and also due to women having greater natural 'melody' in their voices.

"This causes a more complex range of sound frequencies than in a male voice."

The findings may help explain why people suffering hallucinations usually hear male voices, the report added, as the brain may find it much harder to conjure up a false female voice accurately than a false male voice.

O.K. Guys, it seems we owe you an apology, you have'nt been ignoring us after all, and if by some chance we find that we are a little superior in other areas as well -- Who cares.
We certainly couldn't exist without you we need you for so many things. For reproduction, for the muscle power that we don't have. lol
Not to mention the way we feel when one of you walks by. If you think women turn you on , you ought to be able to experience our feelings when one of you fellows walk by.
Those muscular arms, that manly man walk, mmmmmmmm. You hunk you and you know it too. Come on you know you love it when you see a woman sizing you up out of the corner of your eye.


This afternoon I bet I wasted at least an hour maybe two brooding and being mad at myself. I was going to go to town this afternoon and went outside and jumped in my truck , went to turn the key and it was already on. Oh boy, the doom of gloom spread over my face. My daughter was out of town working and my son was out of pocket too. It doesn't take a genius to realize that I wasn't going anywhere. I didn't need anything so desperately that it couldn't wait until tomorrow, but you know how it is when you want to do something , so I wasted a good part of the day pouting.

Then I remembered how I woke up this morning, what a waste of time to pout.

I woke up -- to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, mmmm I love that smell. I got up and there was my grandson, " I made you some coffee grandma, Happy Birthday" accompanied by the bigessssst warmest bear hug I've had in awhile.

Well --IT JUST DOESN'T GET ANY BETTER THEN THAT ! It's going to be a great evening.

Friday, August 12, 2005



BUT WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THIS LESSON Australia -- land of sun, sand and ... surfing mice?

Australian Shane Willmott is training three mice, named Harry, Chopsticks and Bunsen, to surf small waves on tiny mouse-size surf boards at beaches on the country's Gold Coast. The mice are put through rigorous bathtub training and then some have their fur dyed when it is time to hit the beach.

"Usually if he is surfing big waves, I usually color his hair up. Because he's white, when he gets in the whitewash it's hard to find him," Willmott told Australian television.

Despite Willmott's training, Harry, Chopsticks and Bunsen -- who live in miniature custom-made villas and own specially made jet skis -- are proving no threat to world champion Kelly Slater just yet.

Thursday, August 11, 2005


By John Zawadzinski
Wed Aug 3,11:26 AM ET

Have you ever wondered why your teeth chatter when you're cold, or if you could really catch a disease from sitting on a toilet seat?

New York physician Billy Goldberg, pestered by unusual questions at cocktail parties and other social gatherings over the years, puts the public's mind at ease in his book "Why Do Men Have Nipples?" which hits the book stores on Tuesday.

"It's really remarkable how often you get accosted," said Goldberg, 39. "There are the medical questions from family and friends, and then there are the drunk and outrageous questions where somebody wants to drop their pants and show you a rash or something."

The book, subtitled, "Hundreds of Questions You'd Only Ask a Doctor After Your Third Martini," (Three Rivers Press), is co-authored by humorist Mark Leyner.

"People tend to know so little about their bodies as compared to their cars or their laptops," said Leyner, 49, of Hoboken, New Jersey. "When I worked in a pharmacy in Washington, D.C., people would ask me medical questions all the time. I was just a 22-year-old cashier at Rite Aid."

Chattering teeth is one way the body tries to generate heat.

When the body gets too cold, the area of the brain called the hypothalamus alerts the rest of the body to begin warming up. Shivering, the rapid muscle movement that generates heat, then begins. Teeth chattering represents localized shivering.

During the course of their research, Goldberg and Leyner found reports of gonorrhea, pinworm and roundworm found on toilet seats -- but catching something from it isn't common.

The authors discovered that an office setting might be worse for your health than toilet seats. Charles Gerba, a microbiologist at the University of Arizona, found the typical office desk harbors some 400 times more disease-causing bacteria than the average toilet seat.

Goldberg had compiled a list of nagging questions for several years before embarking on the book after meeting Leyner. The two met while working on a short-lived ABC-TV medical drama, "Wonderland," in which Leyner served as a writer, while Goldberg was its medical advisor.


Some of the burning questions answered in the humorous book include "What causes morning breath?" and "Why do beans give you gas?"

Goldberg says morning breath results from anaerobic bacteria, the xerostomia (dry mouth) or the volatile sulfur compounds (which are waste products from the bacteria). Other contributing factors to foul oral odor includes medication, alcohol, sugar, smoking, caffeine, and eating dairy products.

Beans contain high percentages of sugars that our bodies are unable to digest, Goldberg explains. When the sugars make it to the intestines, bacteria go to work and start producing large amounts of gas.

And if you're ever bitten by a poisonous snake, sucking at the bite to remove the poison, as often shown in the movies and on TV is not only ineffective, but could lead to an infection.

Instead, the bite should be washed with soap and water and immobilized. The bitten area should also be kept lower than the heart. Medical help should be sought immediately.

And why do men have nipples?

While only females have mammary glands, we all start out in a similar way in the embryo, the authors explain. The embryo follows a female template until about six weeks, when the male sex chromosome kicks in.
Men, however, have already developed nipples by that time.
If this is true, why then does the Bible say Eve was made from Adam. According to this article sounds like it might have been the other way around "
I quote -- "The embryo follows a female template until about six weeks"
So was Eve made from Adam, or was Adam made from Eve ???? Keeping in mind that this article was written using scientific facts and the Bible was written by man, Not God. What do you think!

Tuesday, August 09, 2005


Commander Eileen Collins speaks with astronaut Andy Thomas (L) as they inspect the underside of the space shuttle Discovery after its successful landing at Edwards Air Force base in California August 9, 2005. Discovery and its seven astronauts returned to Earth safely on Tuesday.

Sunday, August 07, 2005




Visitors in their bikinis leave their clothing in the cloakroom of the Leopold Museum in Vienna, on Friday, July 29, 2005. Dozens of arts patrons visited the museum wearing little or no clothing, lured by an offer of free admission if they came to the museum in the spirit of 'The Naked Truth', an exhibition of 1900s erotic artworks

Hmmmm, there's a place one might like to visit

(Now tell the truth did you read the post or just stare at the picture?)

Thursday, August 04, 2005


You meet someone new and you strike up a conversation. You run into them several times and talk. You develop and attraction for this person and the feeling is mutual. So you make the first move.

You begin to date. You become intimate , you are happy. You fall in love and you can't wait for those times when you can talk to each other, see each other, hold each other.

Isn't love grand! What's that expression-- Ah yes, it's like walking on cloud nine. It's like the whole world is invisible except for the two of you. The two of you, that's all that matters , that's all that counts. He is attentive and she is sweet, if only you could foresee the future.

After a period of time one of you begins to notice things about the other that you're not to happy about, your feeling hurt, but you sluff it off as just a bad day. Then another bad day and another.
You are not married, you are not engaged, you are only two adults dating but you begin to notice other traits that you don't like. Your dating partner becomes dominant, selfish and has no regaurd for your needs only theirs. It gets worse , but you still feel something for them until one day you finally reach your breaking point and you want out.

You try to be decent . You would like to end it , but as nicely as possible. You've had relationships before and so have they, so why not end it and still be able to be civil and polite if you should meet again. You've never had a problem before, you still run into old dating friends and each of you smile and say a few kind words, then each of you go on your way. So why should this be any different. Ya Think?

Ah, but this time it is different, the selfish person won't let go. Why sould they , you live far enough apart so that they can have their cake and eat it too. Oh come on, you know they cheat on you when your gone. You've seen the tell, tell signs, You just didn't want to admit it to yourself when you were still smitten .

You've gotten your tail in a crack , haven't you? They won't let go. No matter what you do, what you say, they just won't go away. They bother you everywhere. They talk as thow they never heard a word you said. They bother you at home, at work , with friends. You are sorry you ever met them. Hmmmmmmm-- sounds vagely familar, reminds me of a post on stalking that I just wrote awhile back.

What are you going to do??? Learn by this experience so that it will never happen again.


Rules for the one who wants out:

Rule #1. Attraction and sex are great but don't mistake it for love.

Rule #2. Don't promise or commet to anything in the beginning.

Rules# 3. All people have more then one side to their personality an intillectual side and a stupid side a silly, happy, sad and angry side. Get to know them all!!!! You may find out that a monster lurks from within.

Rule #5 If it isn't working out for the both of you -- It isn't working at all. Stop seeing them. End it. Politely?? Of course why not.

Rule #6 When all else fails -- Go for the throat. Be rude if you have to . Ignore. Go to court if you have to. But make them get it thru their head they must leave you alone.


Rules for the one who is being broken up with:

Rules # 1. It is never easy when you are the one that doesn't want out. But it has to be good for both or it will just get worse. So let go.

Rule#2. Keep your dignity, making a fool of yourself doesn't help a thing, and makes you look bad to others.

Rule # 3. If the ex. doesn't want to hear from you. Stop. Constantly wanting to explain something or giving your views on something from the past is just a way of keeping things going and in the end it doesn't work anyway. So when you feel like doing it refer to rule#2.

Rule # 4 If you can't let go , you're probably someone who is not independent. Learn to be independent( I don't mean work, I mean emotionally) that way you'll learn to be happy with or without a date.

Rule #5 Admit that it's over to yourself and get on with your life. There's millions of people in this world and if it didn't work out the ex. he/she wasn't the right one. Someone will turn up and be just right for you.

(Dedicated to a friend, with whom I have something in commen)

(Mr. Brightside)

Wednesday, August 03, 2005



Fisherman on Martha's Vineyard, Mass. display a massive 1,100-pound tiger shark Sunday, July 17, 2005. Unfortunately, the fisherman failed to capture first place in the monster shark derby because their boat was six minutes too late in returning to Oak Bluffs harbor with its catch.

With a catch like that you could invite all the neighbors over for supper!!


Monday, August 01, 2005


One day I had a perfect thought
And wrote a perfect poem,

It was so good it made me cry
when I was all alone.

I want to give this poem to you
But how and when and where,

For I'm to shy to tell the world
I have these words to share.

So I will hide it lovingly
between my memories,

And hope some day you'll find it there
And know a part of me.

(Sorry it's like a fart, every once in awhile I have to let it out)
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