Month: May 2001

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April’s Subscribers

Wowsers … I am really behind on welcoming new people … here is a start, though!

DestinyGirl
A fellow student, a year older than I am … a psych major who also uses the phrase “horse shit”. (I thought I was the only one?!?)

darkangel522
On the verge of moving to Minnesota, darkangel is leaving a trail of poetry in her wake.

Esentia
The awesome profile pic is not the only thing about this weblog that will capture your attention … this CA gal is a hat collector and a book lover, to boot.

donnelly66
This Washington native shares my contempt for eggshell white walls and a weakness for really creative nicknames.

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Quote of the Day

The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot.
— Salvador Dali

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Original Names of Selected Entertainers
part 13

DEE DEE RAMONE: Douglas Colvin

JOEY RAMONE: Jeffrey Hyman

JOHNNY RAMONE: John Cummings

TOMMY RAMONE: Tom Erdelyi

TONY RANDALL: Leonard Rosenberg

JOHNNIE RAY: John Alvin

MARTHA RAYE: Margaret O’Reed

DONNA REED: Donna Belle Mullenger

DELLA REESE: Delloreese Patricia Early

BUSTER RHYMES: Trevor Smith Jr.

JOAN RIVERS: Joan Sandra Molinsky

EDWARD G. ROBINSON: Emmanuel Goldenberg

GINGER ROGERS: Virginia McMath

ROY ROGERS: Leonard Franklin Slye

MICKEY ROONEY: Joe Yule Jr.

JOHNNY ROTTEN: John Lydon

LILLIAN RUSSELL: Helen Leonard

MEG RYAN: Margaret Hyra

WINONA RYDER: Winona Horowitz

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Places I’ve Found My Keys


– in the freezer
– in the driveway
– under the bed (thanks, cat!)
– in the car’s ignition
– in the car’s trunk
– under the driver’s seat in the car
– at my mom’s house
– at my boyfriend’s house
– in my desk at work
– in my friend’s truck
– in my dishwasher, cleaned and sparkling


Dedicated to litboiler …

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Small Town Life
part 3

Henry Abrams


That Massey woman just drove by. I wonder what she’s thinking sometimes when she drives by. She looks so deep in contemplation. She went to school down there at the state university and I know they fill your head full of all that art and history and such nonsense. She’s probably lost in thought about which stock she’s gonna trade at lunchtime or what a waste that biology class was, something she’ll ever get to use in real life.


I would have loved to have gone to school, but Ethel needed me and I had to do what was right. A whole hell of a lot of good doing what’s right has proved to be, though. My wife is in the church cemetery and I’m spending my retirement alone drinking OJ and reading about other people’s lives in this stupid paper.

There’s Mrs. Henderson and that stupid dog of hers. Somebody is gonna run that damn thing over and when they do I don’t know what she’ll do. Buster – she should have named him Target, especially the way these teenagers drive down through here in the mornings headed to school hopped up on goofy glue and crack cocaine. Back in my day that would have never happened. We had respect on the road, for animals and for our bodies. Those days are gone now, though.

Good morning to you, too, Mrs. Henderson. Yes it is a beautiful morning.

That’s right, stay on your side of the street.  I’m glad I figured out how to keep her at bay. As long as I’m out here with no shirt on she’ll stay on here side of the street. She’d damned near talked my ear off before I figured that out, though. I get a little chilly on mornings like this, but it is worth it not to have to listen to details about every bowel movement she’s had this month. Some people will drive you crazy with their health problems. I manage to keep that information between me and the good doc and I get along just fine.

part 1 – part 2

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Honey
by Tori Amos


A little dust never stopped me none
he liked my shoes I kept them on
sometimes I can hold my tongue sometimes not,
when you just skip-to-loo my darlin’
and you know what you’re doing so don’t even
you’re just too used to my honey now
you’re just too used to my honey
And I think I could leave your world
If she was the better girl
so when we died I tried to bribe the undertaker
cause I’m not sure what you’re doin’ or the reasons
you’re just too used to my honey now
you’re just too used to my honey
don’t bother coming down
I made a friend of the western sky
don’t bother coming down
You always liked your babies tight
turn back one last time
love to watch those cowboys ride
But cowboys know cowgirls ride on the indian side
and you know what you’re doin’ so don’t even
you’re just too used to my honey now
you’re just too used to my honey

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Site Key
How to navigate this site …
I write for me. I realize that not everything that I post will interest everyone. It’s not meant to. I basically write to purge things from my heart and mind. I do hope, however, that if you read something here that will touch you, make you laugh, make you feel a little better about your life, give you a smile … basically have some positive impact on you and your day. I decided a couple of months ago to color code the headers. It has been a while since I posted the key, though, so here ya go! This way you can skip to what you consider the good stuff. Enjoy!


Quote of the Day
Here you will find words for your pondering pleasure.
Ex-Husband Bashing
With these crazy snipets, I’m just making a little lemonade, ya know???
Poetry by Me
It’s not always good, but it is always heartfelt.
Reasons Why I’m Warped
True but zany things from my childhood that have lead me to this point of insanity.
Song Lyrics
Lyrics that really pack a wallop … from popular and obscure works.
New Subscribers & Recommended Sites
My way to welcome the newest readers and let you know other sites that need your support or attention.
Did You Know
Trivia tidbits, little known facts, etc.
Personal Updates
What’s new on the site or in my life …
Sound Waves
What I’m currently listening to on Napster or on CD
Things I Don’t Understand
Observations that don’t make sense to me
New Ways To Kill Time Online
Fun or interesting alternatives to solitare. 😉