As many of you might know Bammer has been in an extreme draught for like ever. Or so it seems. It’s all the weatherman talked about this past summer. “We are 9 million inches under the average rain fall!” We were put under burn bans. We had to buy permits to burn brush, if they would allow it. And everyone in the sticks has a brush pile to burn. Which meant everyone had a huge brush pile that they couldn’t burn. The 4th of July, no fireworks, unless, that is, you paid admission to a public display, or could get close enough to watch it from the road outside the parks. Of course our across the street neighbors had fireworks. Not pretty ones, but bottle rockets and they had a war over there. All day long all you could hear was BOOM, followed by screaming and then laughing. Let’s face it, they were drunk and having a ball. OK, we had a few fireworks. They were pretty, we brought them in from out of state. Can you believe it smuggling fireworks into town. Now not all of Alabama had a ban, they bowed down to the pressure of the fireworks people. Let’s face it folks, they have some fire power! But here in the sticks, we were told, the police would be out in force and issuing tickets. I never saw the first one, so I guess the town didn’t need money. We were responsible, we made sure all fireworks were in the open and that they were out before we took our drunk asses in. Maybe with all the rain we are getting here lately, we won’t have that again. The weatherman still says we are behind in rainfall. I don’t know how. We have had a billion inches of rain. When we get rain, it pours. Remember the old song…. Rain, rain go away, come back some other day. Well, the kids here are singing it. We have gotten rain at least once a week for the last few weeks.
Have you ever gotten a song in your head and it won’t go away? I have got a song running over and over in my demented little mind and it is about to drive me crazy. It’s not a cool song, its a cartoon song. And an old cartoon at that! No, it couldn’t be a cool song. I have tried singing it out loud, that is usually enough to scare it out of my brain. All I managed to do is make the dogs wonder about me. Let me sing a few bars for you, maybe you will take it home with you…….
IIIIIIIIIIII found a little baby bumble bee, won’t my mommy be so proud of me. I found a little baby bumble bee OUCH it bit me. I smashed a little baby bumble bee, won’t my mommy be so proud of me. I smashed a little baby bumble bee……
Does anyone remember what cartoon that came from. It had to be a Bugs one, well, it was a dog or a bear singing it, but it had to come from the Bugs Bunny show. I haven’t seen a Bugs cartoon in forever, where the hell did this song come from. I used to drive my husband crazy, I would sing this song and it would run through his head for a few hours. What is this Karmic payback?
My SIL brought a bunch of old magazines over and I was looking through them. I am looking for a new hair style. Mine hangs in my face and just lays there. I hate it. I found in these magazines, they either have really long hair or it is like mine, it hangs in their face. The only difference is they have a stylist to come and fix their mop and it looks good. You know that just got out of the bed look so many have? I have that but instead of looking cute, mine looks like I just crawled out of bed after a 3 day drunk. It ain’t pretty.
Anyway, I was reading these magazines and even though some are from November of last year, I have learned things. Some of the stars are married or were married and I never knew it. Everyone knows Brad and Angelina, but some of the others (and unfortunately the names of the ones I don’t know, just jumped out of my brain, no doubt to get away from that stupid song.) I never knew. Of course in the course of the 10 or so magazines I looked at, most broke up or got divorced. And new babies, I didn’t know half of them were pregnant. And quite a few I didn’t realize were motherly types. Again everybody knows Brad and Angelina, but Gwen Stefani. She has a baby and is pregnant again. And Brittany Spears, Lord they love to write about her. I say let her be, let her heal in peace. I also read about Heath Ledger. That is a tragedy. I had seen his little girl when she was a baby, but now that she is older, she is her daddy made over. Everything about her looks like him.
But the most interesting thing I have read here lately in these magazines is this. Stars will spend more on a damn purse than I spent on my car!!! Katie Holmes, Victoria Beckham, and Ashley Olsen are carrying a Hermes Birkin that cost, hold on to your hats, $7500. WHY? (This is in the Feb. 18, 2008 US magazine.) It’s not even that cute. And the clothes they wear…. You know to the Oscars and such, some are GORGEOUS, others, what were they thinking? I know some designer spent months coming up with just the right look for some star to shell out thousands of dollars more than I gave for my car. And for what? So some critic can make fun of them. And I have a few quotes…….
That’s fun! A “Where’s Waldo?” game that can be worn as a dress.
I heard Chiquita Banana was looking for a new spokeswoman.
She needs a gardener, not a stylist!
If you stare long enough, a 3-D image emerges.
I could go on but you get the picture. I know you shouldn’t buy these gossip mags and encourage them, but where the hell else am I gonna find out that Katie Holmes was seen buying a Sir Alistair Rai Raja scarf at Planet Blue in Beverly Hills? Or that Paris Hilton was saw picking out a (get this) $62,000 diamond Haimov watch at the Hanes Style Villa at the Super Bowl? Really why isn’t this stuff on the nightly news? Not that I watch the nightly news, so maybe it was. And who knew you could even buy a $62,000 watch at the Super Bowl?
My favorite rag? You can’t even get it anymore. Weekly World News!!! My husband fussed to no end that I would fork over his hard earned money to buy such nonsense. But come on…. I had to know about Hilary Clinton’s affair with the space alien! And where Bat Boy was, I wanted to keep track of him, remember the teeth? Now that magazine really went down hill when they had to start posting the disclaimer that all the stories were only told in fun. Come on. Who could make up these stories, The Portal to Hell was in the diaper of some baby, The guy who went through a metal detector and went into a parallel universe. These were talented writers! I would read each and every story from beginning to end and laugh my ass off!!! Why did they have to leave me? Weekly World News, I need you, I must know the date for the end of the world, how water is going to be the next form of money, how I will be robbed of it. I need to know these things! A lot of it happened right here in Alabama too. I must have slept through the day that it rained frogs.
I am just rambling on about nothing. Now I must ramble on about something more important…
I have read several post, by some of my favorites, where they admit that they are losing the desire to blog. Well, not losing the desire, but having trouble coming up with topics and that it is taking over their lives. Commenting has become a chore. Well, not a chore, but overwhelming, feeling the pressure to comment at every site they visit, whether they feel the desire to or not. You know, “Well, they commented on my post, I must go and check them out and comment on theirs.” And “I really don’t want to write today, but I will disappoint my loyal readers if I don’t.” Just not feeling it. Most have been at this a lot longer than me. And they have loyal readers, no pity comments for them.( I am not complaining about pity comments, pity me, comment, make my day!) And they have standards! They want to write a well written post about important matters. Go Green, Politics, Breast feeding vs. bottle feeding. I am not making light of any of these matters, they are helpful to a lot of people, me included.
I wish I was more like them. I write random thoughts, that run through my silly little brain and call it a post. I don’t have many loyal readers, maybe none. I have some who read my comments elsewhere and wonder who the hell I am and check out my site once and never return. (A psychic once told me I would make my fortune writing a how-to book, I guess I could write about how to have a blog that gets some traffic but few return visitors). I am not a talented writer, I have never claimed to be. Some of those I read are published authors, paid writers, or so talented that I wonder why they don’t write for a living.
I read personal blogs, not really paid bloggers. Some are paid bloggers, but I read their personal blog and occasionally check out their professional blogs. I hope that they don’t give it up, that they take a kind of vacation, but come back and entertain me for years to come. And I hope they don’t leave for extended amounts of time, cut back, not out. I do understand where they are coming from. When I started, what 7 months ago, it took me an hour, maybe, to write, edit, and publish a post. Then maybe an hour to read my favorites and I was done. And not having followers, if I didn’t want to write, I didn’t. Just that simple. I never felt like I would disappoint anyone if I didn’t show up for a week or so, still don’t. But I know, I am not disappointed but rather bummed if I open my bloglines and my favorite hasn’t got a new feed in there. Of course I have gone from 3 favorites to 35 just in the bloglines, not to mention the ones I find in the comment sections, that I haven’t gotten in my bloglines yet.
I don’t read all 35 everyday, some I find I can wait a few days and catch up fairly quickly in one visit. Some I visit and just as quickly leave, because the topic doesn’t interest me. Not often mind you, but sometimes. Others, I used to follow daily and have recently decided that they just aren’t as interesting to me. Still interesting to many others, just not me. It’s mainly the ones that I ran across early on and though still funny, just not as interesting as others and you have to cut back somewhere. Now it may take as long as 2 hours to write, edit, rewrite, reedit, and publish, and well beyond 4 hours to read and comment on my favorites. And don’t get me started on if I find a new blog to read. (Isn’t it amazing to find out that all this randomness, might be rewrote and rearranged a couple of times before it gets to you? Rewrites are so that the post might make more sense, same with rearranging it. Go figure, after all the time I spend on them, they are still the ramblings of a nut.)
I have never put myself up there with my favs and I never will, they are actually talented, but if it takes me that long, I would hate to know how long it takes them. I can see where they lose quality time with their children.
Speaking of quality time with kids….my wonderful daughter is whining, for the 4th day, about a yo-yo. (The string is too long, she can’t yo-yo, her brother can yo-yo, why , oh, why, can’t I do it(?), are you ever getting off the computer(?), others might want to use it.) I hate spring break. (She is ranting about how she is eating breakfast now(it’s 11:49), because that’s what people do in the morning, not that it is morning anymore. Hey, this is the first I heard of her wanting to eat, she has junked all day). I guess I should go, my post have been running really long here lately. I have a million things to do and no desire to do them. OK, I have the desire, not the energy. Though I may have the energy to kill the child who is whining at me right now. heh. I have been TOLD to get my stupid dog back in the house and clean and clean the fish tank (OK, I admit the walls are getting green), so I must go. As Always…..
HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!
