Christmas Eve Pre-Christian Traditions

something to read...
Merry Christmas all,
sorry the posts have been sparse,
Been real busy in the real (not internet) Life...
Best wishes for a great Holiday to My friends across the globe:)


Straight No Chaser - 12 Days

excellent stuff , worth a watch:) very talented guys:)


Mourners Arrive for Evel Knievel's Funeral

this is worth a mention,
I remember this guy from my childhood...
Snake river canyon...all the crazy stuff he did.
and he was from Butte Mt.

up the ramp, launched, flying into eternity now, Bye Dude.

Cute Overload! :)

Santa is about to nom my ears OFF!
He's as crazy as this candy cane motif behind us!!!
Hep me Obi-wan!


Our Kat of many colors

From Kat's Blog....

Emily changed my life..

Current mood: blessed Category: Life
Thursday, November 29, 2007

My phone keeps ringing, and beeping with text messages, while Orbi and I sit in traffic on our way to San Diego. I think any other day, I would've just turned my phone off and let all of it go to voicemail, but just in case I get the call that Emily didn't make it and that I'm too late, I decide to leave it on.I was supposed to film today. I was gonna finish up this rib piece that I started a few weeks ago, on a guy name Miguel. He went through like, 3 hours of getting tattooed, a photo of his little brother framed by full color flowers. From what I remember, Miguel's brother was relatively young, in his teens. He had gone to a party with his girlfriend, and a shooting went down. Gang related. Miguel's brother was a casualty of that war, and got shot, died.We got through about 3 hours of tattooing. The outline and shading on the portrait was already done, as well as the lilies and sunflowers around it. We started the color, and barely got past the second flower, when Miguel was at the end of his rope. Couldn't hang anymore, not even with the help of tequila. So we decided to finish it in a second session, all of which was supposed to go down today.Karoline had been telling me about this girl, Emily, for the past few weeks. Emily was supposedly a fan and was terminally ill, of what i didn't know and still don't know exactly. Make A Wish foundation had been in contact with Discovery Channel about getting a hold of me to meet her, since that was Emily's dying wish. With all that has been going on with me lately, I've been totally scatterbrained. So many loose ends with so many unfinished projects and un-met deadlines... Gotta get the artwork for Musink done, gotta make the phone calls, the emails, coordinate, 5 days till the Bam skateboard drawings are due, haven't even started them, Sephora needs artwork due 2 months ago, the first drafts weren't good enough I guess, gotta email the fan club, get the jackets made for them like I had promised same time last year, Dimebag guitar artwork, book a guy for Karoline's surprise kitty, call Dad, organize skate ramp party, Xmas shopping, call Mom, call business manager about moving my Mom out here, call landlady about the space next door, for Mom's shop, write diary entries, update MySpace, update both websites, dentist appointment, book travel for Xmas/new year, tattoo and draw more.Somehow, Emily got piled onto that list. I just assumed Karoline's taking care of it. I had told her, "Yeah. Totally. Just book it whenever, she can come by whenever". December 12th, was the date, I believe. Emily was gonna come to the shop, i was gonna show her around, introduce her to everyone including my cat, spend time with her, draw together, who knows. Then, at the end of our day, I would hug and kiss her, and off she would go...Yesterday, Karoline tells me Emily isn't lookin' so good, and they don't think she'll make it to the 12th. Realizing the situation at hand, I ask why the hell Dec 12? Did I just assume that was the date her parents had available, or were we gonna be in the area? Did i forget that Emily's fuckin' dying?"Karoline, just have her come now, or I can go to her... where is she, by the way?" San Diego. Why were we waiting so long? To get good footage? Fuck the footage. I don't even know why production, or even the network was involved to begin with, other than being a source of contact for me. Emily wanted to see the shop, and cameras, I'm guessing. They offered to get helicopter, and then I knew it was serious. I had 2 interviews to do that day. Karoline called Emily's people to make all of this happen, and fast. If the helicopter wasn't available, I'd drive down to San Diego. It's a 2 and a half hour drive, without traffic. But until I got approval from the parents that they indeed wanted me to go down there, I stayed and waited. A child's last living hours, why shouldn't she spend it with her family?I did my interviews, while we waited for the phone call, email, text, whatever. Nothing. Woke up today, 9am. 930am training session with Stevie for an hour. I was so tired, and didn't wanna work out to begin with. Staying in my warm bed next to Orbi always sounds better than working out! The everyday battle in my brain to choose sides.. warm bed, more sleep, cuddling for an extra hour, or get up, PJ's, or sports bra and tennis shoes, cuddling, or painful leg lifts, squats, sweat, and torture?The workout was good and I get back to my pad, start my shower and start my day. I wasn't thinking about anything other than finishing Miguel's tattoo I had scheduled today, and eventually tending to my long "to do" list. Finally making my way to my cell to check for the usual morning reminders from Karoline in my texts, i read the words: "call me back asap. Emily is not gonna make it"."At this point, she doesn't have enough life in her to talk". Taking down the numbers and info, I was instructed to call her at 12:30 sharp. It's 12:15.Emily is 13. Her mom's name is Andrea, and she's in bed 2. Since Emily doesn't have energy, her mom will be able to translate her movement, but she wants to hear your voice. Make A Wish bought her a bunch of your shirts, and she was stoked with that.1230 is here. It's ringing and i get transferred to bed 2. The young voice on the other line is Emily's mother, Andrea. After letting me know how much she appreciates this call, she tells me how Emily loves the 1920's. She had dressed as aflapper for Halloween. Emily had taken a photo and wanted to give itme as a gift with her autograph on it. How cool was that? Emily likes Green Day,the Sex Pistols and the Ramones. Emily only hung out with awesome,cool human beings, her mom says. She loves photography, and promisedto email me a bunch of her awesome photos. Emily was my friend onMySpace.When Andrea told me how her life had no meaning until she had Emily,I finally lost it. There's a certain type of love that as much as I'd like to think Iunderstand, I'll never truly know. "Until you have a child, you will neverknow this kind of love. It's deeper than anything you ever knew youcould feel. It's deeper and different than the love you have for yoursoul mate. It's unexplainable," my father once said. And he's right. Butlistening to Andrea talk about her daughter, and the blessing sheis, I understood that it's something bigger than I could even imagine!Emily's listening to us talk. Andrea said she's putting the phone up to herear, so she can hear. On my end all I hear is breathing every now andthan, letting me know Emily's listening. I'd like to imagine Emilysmiling, though.Thanking Emily was difficult. It was hard to come up with a way to make herunderstand why even though we hadn't met in person, she had made a change in me. Emily's helping me better myself and open my eyes to the real issue at hand. All thebullshit whining, and complaining, and feelings of unhappiness, all the criticizing, self indulging crying sessions I've put people through, worries, all the things/people around me I've taken for granted, were all counter productive wasted energies that I couldnever get back.. Things like THIS are happening, NOW.All I could say was, " Emily, you don't even know..." How lame.Before we hung up, Andrea thanks me again, and after offering to come down there to the hospital, she replies with what might have been a gestureof gratitude, trying' not to ask for too much, or a hint that she didn'twant it, but she said, "I know you're busy, so I understand if you can'tmake it down. This was enough for Emily."Orbi walks in the house, perfect timing with the hang up, and asks how it went. All I could think about was how we should have just driven to San Diego last night. Hours wasted that could have been spent oh so differently. But dwelling on the shoulda, woulda, coulda's is always pointless.I need to get to the shop, finish the tattoo on Miguel, and get down to San Diego. That's the only thing clear to me at the moment.We get to the shop. Miguel is 30 minutes away, stuck in traffic. That means by the time I'm done with the tattoo, shoot the reveal shot, say our goodbyes, do an interview about it, rush hour will be upon us, and that'll put us in San Diego around 8pm. That's late..and what if its TOO late? The producers know the situation, and relieve me of thistattoo. They said they'd reschedule Miguel, in order to let me leave now!Gathering all my shit together...Purse, laptop, cell phone, cigarettes, Orbi's bag, coat, pencils,directions, my lucky wrist band. Shed probably like to have that wristband, I thought. Put it in the bag."Kathy..." my sis interrupts, " Just spoke with them. There's achance she won't make it, even if you leave now."The care package of Kat shirts, hoodies, calenders, and miscellaneousgifts Pixie put together for her seem so ridiculous. What do I bringthe 13 year old that in one way or another looks up to me, for whateverreason, to make her feel better about what we all know is inevitablyto happen? A stupid shirt? A stupid useless calender that keep trackof days she's never gonna see? At this point it doesn't even matter.So now Orbi and I sit in traffic in hopes to make it in time to seeEmily. You know, aside from the death of my grandfather, who lived anamazing long and fulfilling life, and my good friend and ol' roommate, Jeffrey, who dies of AIDS a few years back, I haven't had people around me I love that I've lost to an unexplainable death. It's so hard to comprehend how people find strength to get them through half the stories I've heard. But the death of a child tops them all. I don't believe there's anything to be taken from or learned from the death of an innocent child whowronged no one. Nothing u can say to those living through something like this can make them feel better or heal. Not even time really.Even though my experience with death in my family is limited, my job tattooing, has been quite the opposite. I've learned a lot from every single person I've tattooed. So much death is always surrounding me, especially after the TV shows got so huge. Nothing but the cruelest of the cruel, saddening stories of undeserved deaths and losses.Every photograph and line drawing in my office, of children, wives, best friends, sisters, mothers, fathers and so on, are constant reminders of life's unexplainable tragedies. Every single memorial tattoo represents some one's attempt at healing, and dealing with a situation that they'll never completely overcome. Just a moment in time, a person who's life effects you in one way or another, whether you're getting the tattoo, doing the tattoo, or hearing about the story behind it.I will never take my job as a tattooer for granted, and the opportunity that tattooing presents as a way of helping someone, in such a little way. The lessons to be learned from each individual life changing experience give both client and artists this amazing connection. The traffics letting up now, the sun is setting, and the world still turns with or without Emily. "2 miles to go, " says Orbi, who's been driving this hole time in silence letting me vent on my computer.All I can hope for is that Emily still breathing, still conscious. "I just want her to be alive." How can someone play such a monumental life changing role without ever meeting them face to face? Somehow, Emily had.All those things that bothered me so much, and I bitched about so easily...Goin' off on my rants about so and so..and whatevers, like it was the end of the world... He said this and she said that..Does he like me? Am I good enough?What will they think about me?Why can't it be this way, or that way... There's a bigger picture to all of it, and much more important things in this world.I don't wanna be remembered for being "that tattoo girl" or "miami ink" or "LA ink".. The mark I wanna leave is the memory of practicing acts of kindness and love, helping people, changing shit, teaching shit..That is larger than life...Emily is largerthan life.


Muppets - Mahna Mahna

just had tooo

day one, 12 days of Cookies

Florentines (Italy)

From Food Network Kitchens

These Tuscan cookies are a Christmas classic. They're nutty, lacy and crisp, as well as deceptively simple to make. Drizzling them with chocolate turns them into the perfect holiday indulgence.

1 3/4 cups sliced, blanched almonds (about 5 ounces)

3 tablespoons all-purpose flour

Finely grated zest of 1 orange (about 2 tablespoons)

1/4 teaspoon fine salt

3/4 cup sugar

2 tablespoons heavy cream

2 tablespoons light corn syrup

5 tablespoons unsalted butter

1/2 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

Chocolate Topping, optional: 2 to 4 ounces semisweet chocolate, chopped

Position a rack in the center of the oven and preheat to 350 degrees F.

Line a baking sheet with a silicone baking mat or parchment paper.
Pulse the almonds in a food processor until finely chopped, but not pasty.

Stir together the nuts, flour, zest and salt in a large bowl.

Put the sugar, cream, corn syrup and butter in a small saucepan. Cook over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until mixture comes to a rolling boil and sugar is completely dissolved.

Continue to boil for 1 minute. Remove from heat and stir in the vanilla, then pour mixture into almond mixture and stir just to combine.

Set aside until cool enough to handle, 30 minutes.

Scoop rounded teaspoons (for 3-inch cookies) or rounded tablespoons (for 6-inch cookies) of batter and roll into balls.

Place on prepared baking sheet, leaving about 3 to 4 inches between each cookie since they spread.

Bake 1 pan at a time, until the cookies are thin and an even golden brown color throughout, rotating pans halfway through baking time, about 10 to 11 minutes.

Cool on baking sheet for 5 minutes, then transfer to racks to cool.

Repeat with remaining batter. Serve.

Optional chocolate topping: Put the chocolate in a medium heatproof bowl. Bring a saucepan filled with 1 inch or so of water to a very low simmer; set the bowl over, but not touching, the water. Stir the chocolate occasionally until melted and smooth. (Alternatively, put the chocolate in a medium microwave-safe bowl. Melt at 50 percent power in the microwave until soft, about 1 minute.

Stir, and continue heat until completely melted, about 1 to 2 minutes more.)

For sandwiches: Drop about 1/2 teaspoon chocolate onto on the flat side of half of the cookies and press together with remaining halves. Return to rack and let chocolate set.
For chocolate decor: Drizzle melted chocolate over Florentines as desired. Set aside at room temperature until chocolate is set.

Busy baker's tips: Store baked cookies carefully, separated by parchment or waxed paper, in an air-tight container for up to 3 days. Florentines are best stored separated from moist cookies and cakes.

Copyright (c) 2007 Television Food Network, G.P., All Rights Reserved

Recipe SummaryDifficulty: Medium Prep Time: 30 minutes Inactive Prep Time: 45 minutes Cook Time: 20 minutes Yield: 5 dozen 3-inch Florentines, or 2 1/2 dozen 6-inch Florentine


Kids love to jump on beds

OMG sooooooo Cute.:) I Like goats, I once dragged one into church , up the aisle, right to the altar, in the middle of choir practise , I was about 4, visiting Little Grampa in the country( church was next to a Farm :)....


Happy Thanksgiving from the Silent Armory

from Brienus, I can see him laughing at this...

A young man named John received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad

> attitude and an even worse vocabulary. Every word out of the bird's

> mouth was rude, obnoxious, and laced with profanity. John tried and

> tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite

> words, playing soft music, and anything else he could think of to "clean

> up" the bird's vocabulary.

> > Finally, John was fed up, and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled

> back. John shook the parrot, and the parrot got angrier and even ruder.

> John, in desperation, threw up his hands, grabbed the bird, and put him

> in the freezer.

> > For a few minutes, the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed. Then

> suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard for over a minute.

> > Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, John quickly opened the door to the

> freezer.

> > The parrot calmly stepped out onto John's outstretched arms and said to

> John, "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and

> actions. I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions

> and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and

> unforgivable behavior."

> > John was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude. Just as he was

> about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his

> behavior, the bird continued, "May I ask what the turkey did?"



from Aunt Deena

A woman was in town on a shopping trip.

She began her day finding the most perfect shoes in the first shop and a beautiful dress on sale in the second. In the third everything had just been reduced to a fiver when her mobile phone rang.

It was a female doctor notifying her that her husband had just been in a terrible accident and was in critical condition and in the ICU.

The woman told the doctor to inform her husband where she was and that she'd be there as soon as possible. As she hung up she realized she was leaving what was shaping up to be her best day ever in the shops. She decided to get in a couple of more shops before heading to the hospital. She ended up shopping the rest of the morning, finishing her trip with a cup of coffee and a beautiful slice of cake complimentary from the last shop.

She was jubilant. Then she remembered her husband. Feeling guilty, she dashed to the hospital. She saw the doctor in the corridor and asked about her Husband's condition. The lady doctor glared at her and shouted, "You went ahead and finished your shopping trip didn't you!

I hope you're proud of yourself! While you were out for the past four hours enjoying yourself in town, your husband has been languishing in the Intensive Care Unit! It's just as well you went ahead and finished, because it will be more than likely the last shopping trip you ever take!

For the rest of his life he will require round the clock care.

And you'll now be his care giver!"

The woman was feeling so guilty she broke down and sobbed........... . . . . . . . .
.The lady doctor then chuckled and said, "I'm just pulling your leg.

He's dead.

What did you buy?"

From Karen P.

Hi, now that the holidays are coming up
I thought you all might
> appreciate this cookie recipe. Sounds like one I can handle....although
> I might substitute the vodka with rum. And
> this is so easy, even the guys could handle it.

> > Christmas Cookie Ingredients:
> 1 cup of water
> 1 tsp baking soda
> 1 cup of sugar
> 1 tsp salt
> 1 cup of brown sugar
> 1 tsp of lemon juice
> 4 large eggs
> 1 cup nuts
> 2 cups of dried fruit
> 1 bottle Smirnoff Vodka

> > Sample the Smirnoff to check quality. Take a large bowl, check the
> Smirnoff again, to be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level
> cup and drink.

> > Turn on the electric mixer... Beat one cup of butter in a large
> fluffy bowl.
> > Add one teaspoon of sugar... Beat again. At this point it's best to
> make sure the Smirnoff is still OK, try another cup ... just in case.

> > Turn off the mixerer thingy. Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and
> chuck in the cup of dried fruit, Pick the frigging fruit off floor...Mix
> on the turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers just pry
> it loose with a drewscriver. Sample the Smirnoff to check for
> tonsisticity.

> > Next, sift two cups of salt, or something. Who giveshz a sheet.
> Check the Smirnoff. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add
> one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can find.

> > Greash the oven.

> > Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over. Don't forget
> to beat off the turner. Finally, throw the bowl through the window,
> finish the Smirnoff and make sure to put the stove in the dishwasher



Thanksgiving: The Perfect Turkey Handbook

For those of you that need a little help:)




Trixie's first message from the other side...

Dean Koontz, Dean Koontz Books - Dean Koontz - The Official Site

ok this is making me cry, what a sweet doggie she is the best.

Welcome to Web page. Bliss to you.
Is me, Trixie Koontz, dog and spirit.
Dad wrote about my passing in June.
Was painful sad for him and Mom, but life is good on Other Side.
Peanut butter, ice cream, watermelon--all you want.
If you miss kibble--some do, go figure--you can have that, too.
Enjoy web site. Check out Dad's chat with me, Trixie, dog and spirit, and news about big fun dog novel by Dad, THE DARKEST EVENING OF THE YEAR, in hardcover this month.
Bliss to you,

Trixie Koontz

The Lone Ranger and Tonto went camping in the desert.

After they got their tent all set up, both men fell sound asleep.

Some hours later, Tonto wakes the Lone Ranger andsays, "Kemo Sabe, look towards sky, what you see? "

"The Lone Ranger replies, "I see millions of stars.""What that tell you?" asked Tonto.The Lone Ranger ponders for a minute then says,"Astronomically speaking, it tells me there aremillions of galaxies and potentially billions ofplanets. Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is inLeo. Time wise, it appears to be approximately aquarter past three in the morning. Theologically, theLord is all-powerful and we are small and insignificant.Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautifulday tomorrow. What's it tell you, Tonto?"

"It tells me Kemo Sabe dumber than buffalo dung."

It means someone stole the tent. "



The Brian Setzer Orchestra

Music page of Arcanasphere - MP3 music page on SoundClick

Music page of Arcanasphere - MP3 music page on SoundClick

cool check their xmas tunes...like Robot xmas 3000

Poodle Christmas Cards and Ornaments - Poodle Chanukah Cards - Poodle Holiday Cards

Poodle Christmas Cards and Ornaments - Poodle Chanukah Cards - Poodle Holiday Cards


Damned Tractor : from The Silent Armory

A farmer has three sons. One day, his oldest boy comes to him and pleads
with him that he is graduating from school and would really like to get a
car. His father says, 'Son, come with me.' He takes him to the barn and
points to the farm tractor and says, 'That tractor is needed here on the
farm and I promise that as soon as it's paid for, we'll get you a car.' The
boy was not too happy but he did understand that situation and said, 'Okay,

A week later, his second son (10 years old) approaches him wanting a new
two-wheel bicycle. Well, he gets the same excuse ... 'as soon as that
tractor is paid for ...'

Shortly, a few days later, son no. 3, his youngest, comes bugging him for a
tricycle. Again, 'ol Dad gives him the lecture about the tractor being paid
for first. While leaving the barn, the young boy, more than a little
disgusted with the whole thing, sees a rooster mating with one of the hens
and promptly goes over and kicks the rooster smooth off the hens back,
mumbling to himself the whole time. His dad says, 'Son, why on earth would
you do something like that? He didn't do anything to you to deserve that!'

The little boy looks Dad right square in the eye and says,

'Hey, nobody rides anything around here until that damn tractor is paid for.

A Dog Imitating A Crying Baby (Hilarious Clip)

OMG so Cute I love that Dog,,,so pretty such a lovelty Rocket snout.


Feast of Winter Veil : WoW

Type: Holiday Event
Date: December - January
Location: Most Major Cities

Greatfather Winter :

Greatfather Winter is visiting the great cities of Ironforge and Orgrimmar - courtesy of the fine folks of Smokywood Pastures and he's spreading cheer in celebration for the Feast of Winter Veil. But, all the cheer-spreading is making Greatfather Winter hungry, and he's looking for adventurers to get him his daily fix of milk and cookies.

Smokeywood Pastures' Missing Shipment:

Smokeywood Pastures needs a few brave adventurers to investigate the disappearance of a shipment of holiday goods. Rumors are the shipment are in the possession of the Abominable Greench, found somewhere in the snowy regions of the Alterac Mountains.

Metzen the Reindeer:

Disaster has struck! Metzen the Reindeer has been kidnapped! Metzen is one of Greatfather Winter's eight reindeer - and property of Smokywood Pastures. The Jinglepocket Goblins have received two ransom letters from groups claiming to have Metzen. Concerned adventurers should visit Ironforge or Orgrimmar for more information.

Jinglepocket Goblins' Fare Shops:

The Jinglepocket Goblins have set up their seasonal fare shops in major cities. Adventurers can purchase many holiday favorites - including Greatfather's Winter ale, candy canes, gingerbread cookie recipes, and mistletoes.


Whether you pick them up from your local vendor or ask a friendly engineer to craft them for you, no feast of Winter Veil is complete without some frozen projectile-weapons. Get your mitts on some snowballs and say, "Merry Feast of Winter Veil" the old-fashioned way!


Accompanying Greatfather Winter in his journeys across Azeroth are his loyal troops of snowmen. They can be found wandering around Ironforge and Orgrimmar, bringing with them the chill breath of winter into even the warmest climes.


In the quiet, early hours of the 25th of December, the industrious goblins of Smokywood Pastures are already awake. As a much-deserved reward for the noble adventurers throughout Azeroth, these generous harbingers of the holidays deposit gifts underneath the decorated trees in Orgrimmar and Ironforge. Keep a keen eye out for these presents, as they're there for the taking!

Guest Post from G-Man

This is featured over at his blog, The Pickle.

--warning biting political commentary ---

not for the weak*

*tinfoil hatted libercrats..

BOMBS AWAY.....Over.

Cute Overload! :)

check this out....
syrupy goodness

Nomulence...excellent made up word...

[muzzlepowshe wrapped around berne]
Nom nom nom [pause] nom nom


good way to start the day:)...lmao


by bunnies
from Starz

oh and for your Christmas/Holiday Bunny shopping...
I must shop! lol.


Anatomy Notes: Fun with the nasolacrimal duct

just found this , very interesting, since I just found out I can do this...:(
have abit of a cold blew my nose and air keeps puffing out of my right eye,
feels totally weird and I will mention it to the dr next time I go...


something new to me...

Urban Legends Reference Pages: Raisins and Grapes Harmful to Dogs

This one is TRUE

***I personally checked this with snopes and other sources.***

Written by: Laurinda Morris, DVM
Danville Veterinary Clinic
Danville , Ohio

This week I had the first case in history of raisin toxicity ever seen at MedVet. My patient was a 56-pound, 5 yr. old male neutered lab mix that ate half a canister of raisins sometime between 7:30 AM and 4:30 PM on Tuesday. He started with vomiting, diarrhea and shaking about 1AM on Wednesday but the owner didn't call my emergency service until 7AM.

I had heard somewhere about raisins AND grapes causing acute Renal failure but hadn't seen any formal paper on the subject. We had her bring the dog in immediately. In the meantime, I called the ER service at MedVet, and the doctor there was like me - had heard something about it, but.... Anyway, we contacted the ASPCA National Animal Poison Control Center and they said to give I V fluids at 1 1/2 times maintainance and watch the kidney values for the next 48-72 hours.

The dog's BUN (blood urea nitrogen)level was already at 32, (normal is less than 27), and creatinine over 5 (1.9 is the high end of normal). Both are monitors of kidney function in the bloodstream. We placed an IV catheter and started the fluids. We rechecked the renal values at 5 PM and the BUN was over 40 and creatinine over 7 with no urine production after a litre of fluids. At that point I felt the dog was in acute renal failure and sent him on to MedVet for a urinary catheter to monitor urine output overnight, as well as overnight care.

He started vomiting again overnight at MedVet and his renal values continued to increase daily. He produced urine when given lasix as a diuretic. He was on 3 different anti-vomiting medications and they still couldn't control his vomiting. Today his urine output decreased again, his BUN was over 120, his creatinine was at 10, his phosphorus was very elevated and his blood pressure, which had been staying around 150, skyrocketed to 220. He continued to vomit and the owners elected to

This is a very sad case - great dog, great owners who had no idea raisins could be a toxin. Please alert everyone you know who has a dog of this very serious risk. Poison control said as few as 7 raisins or grapes could be toxic. Many people I know give their dogs grapes or raisins as treats, including our ex-handlers. Any exposure should give rise to immediate concern.

If you don't have a dog but have friends who do, this information is worth passing on to them.

pets and poisons

human foods that poison pets


The Ponydoodle from Barb:)

With the recent tremendous marketing of Poodle crosses, we thought a cross that had unique qualities not already found in the Poodle made more sense.

After long hours in the lab tinkering with the DNA, we have created a "doodle" which does not lessen the original.

(Note: A couple of "My Little Pony" toys accidentally fell in the gene splicer, hence the neon-pink hair.)

In addition to the traits of the Poodle, the Ponydoodle can be ridden by small children, mow your lawn, and can be maintained on either a meat-based diet or on hay and grain -- thereby cutting the cost of feed.

Our Ponydoodles are between 21-24 inches tall. They have great dispositions and are patient with small children. They are highly intelligent, learn quickly, and are eager to please.

Ponydoodles are athletic and excel in such events as jumping, driving, obstacles, halter, and "liberty" classes (where the Ponydoodle is turned loose in a ring to perform to music).

Being somewhat stronger swimmers than their Poodle counterparts (occasionally wild Ponydoodles have been seen swimming the bay between Chincoteague and Assateague), Ponydoodles have also done remarkably well in duck retrieving trials.

Best of all, after a day in the pasture or working in the performance ring, Ponydoodles can curl up beside you on the sofa to watch T.V.

sent over from Cinnabar Frames:)


Mythical beast in Texas is just a coyote

Well that's what we thought when all this was going on,last summer.
we were still down in Texas then.
Coyote with "the Mange"...poor things.


This one's for G-Man...

Now that we have the room he wants to get some....ok ...
they crack me up poor things...lmao

From Cute Overload >muchas gracias

On the youtube site the guy reported that after the taping Pixie peed, and wicket Bit him...lmao...too funny


Happy HHHHHHooooowwloooooWeeeeennn!


Dogs shoot man on hunting trip -

CHICAGO (AFP) - A pack of hunting dogs shot an Iowa man as he went to retrieve a fallen pheasant, authorities said.

James Harris, 37, was shot in the leg while hunting with some friends on Saturday afternoon.
The group shot a bird which landed on the other side of a fence, the Iowa Department of Natural Resource said in a press release.

"Harris reportedly went to retrieve the bird, placed his gun on the ground and crossed the fence near the muzzle end," the press release said.

"When he crossed the fence, hunting dogs stepped on the gun, which discharged and struck Harris in the left calf at a distance of roughly three feet."

Harris was treated at a regional medical center and later transported by helicopter to an Iowa City hospital.


From Aunt L.

Nine-year-old Joey, was asked by his mother what he had learned in Sunday school. "Well, Mom, our teacher told us how God sent Moses behind enemy lines on a rescue mission to lead the Israelites out of Egypt .When he got to the Red Sea , he had his army build a pontoon bridge and all the people walked acrosssafely. Then, he radioed headquarters for reinforcements. They sent bombers to blow up thebridge and all the Israelites were saved.""Now, Joey, is that really what your teacher taught you?" his mother asked. "Well, no, Mom. But, if I told it the way the teacher did, you'd never believe it!"


Snowball - Getting his groove on...lmao


ohh I love it!!!

Your Vampire Name Is...
Angelique de Sade

From the Silent Amory

My 2 cents...I wish it was still the good Ole Days

SCHOOL 1977 vs 2007

Scenario: Jack goes quail hunting before school, pulls into school parking lot with shotgun in gun rack.

1977 - Vice Principal comes over, looks at Jack's shotgun, goes to his car and gets his shotgun to show Jack.

2007 - School goes into lock down, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized students and teachers.

Scenario: Johnny and Mark get into a fistfight after school.

1977 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up buddies.
2007 - Police called, SWAT team arrives, arrests Johnny and Mark. Charge them with assault, both expelled even though Johnny started it.

Scenario: Jeffrey won't be still in class, disrupts other students.

1977 - Jeffrey sent to office and given a good paddling by the Principal. Returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.

2007 - Jeffrey given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. Tested for ADD. School gets extra money from state because Jeffrey has a disability.

Scenario: Billy breaks a window in his neighbor's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.

1977 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college, and becomes a successful businessman.

2007 - Billy's Dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy removed to foster care and joins a gang. State psychologist tells Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their Dad goes to prison. Billy's mom has affair with psychologist.

Scenario: Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school .

1977 - Mark shares aspirin with Principal out on the smoking dock.

2007 - Police called, Mark expelled from school for drug violations. Car searched for drugs and weapons.

Scenario: Pedro fails high school English.

1977 - Pedro goes to summer school, passes English, goes to college.

2007 - Pedro's cause is taken up by state. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that teaching English as a requirement for graduation is racist. ACLU files class action lawsuit against state school system and Pedro's English teacher. English banned from core curriculum. Pedro given diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot speak English.

Scenario: Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from 4th of July, puts them in a model airplane paint bottle, blows up a red ant bed.

1977 - Ants die.

2007 - BATF, Homeland Security, FBI called. Johnny charged with domestic terrorism, FBI investigates parents, siblings removed from home, computers confiscated, Johnny's Dad goes on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.

Scenario: Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee. He is found crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary hugs him to comfort him.

1977 - In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.

2007 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in State Prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy


Things aren't always as they seem.................from my sister.

> Keep reading to the bottom of the page -- don't stop at
> the feet (You'll see).
> Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night
> in the home of a wealthy family.
> The family was rude and refused to let the angels
> stay in the mansion's guest room.
> Instead the angels were given a small space in
> the cold basement.
> As they made their bed on the hard floor, the
> older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it.
> When the younger angel asked why, the older angel
> replied, 'Things aren't always what they seem.'
> The next night the pair came to rest at the house
> of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his
> wife.
> After sharing what little food they had the couple
> let the angels sleep in their bed where they could
> have a good night's rest.
> When the sun came up the next morning the angels
> found the farmer and his wife in tears
> Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole
> income, lay dead in the field.
> The younger angel was infuriated and asked the
> older angel how could you have let this happen?
> The first man had everything, yet you helped him,
> she accused.
> The second family had little but was willing to
> share everything, and you let the cow die.
> 'Things aren't always what they seem,' the older
> angel replied.
> 'When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I
> noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the
> wall.
> Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and
> unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the
> wall so he wouldn't find it.'
> 'Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed,
> the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him
> the cow instead.
> Things aren't always what they seem.'
> Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things
> don't turn out the way they should. If you have
> faith, you just need to trust that every outcome
> is always to your advantage. You just might not
> know it until some time later..
> Oooo
> Some people ( )
> come into our lives ) /
> and quickly go.. (_ /
> oooO
> ( ) Some people
> \ ( become friends
> \ _ ) and stay awhile...
> leaving beautiful Oooo
> footprints on our ( )
> hearts... ) /
> (_ /
> oooO
> ( ) and we are
> \ ( never
> \_ ) quite the same
> because we have
> made a good
> friend!!
> Yesterday is history.
> Tomorrow a mystery.
> Today is a gift.
> That's why it's called the present!
> I think this is special...live and savor every
> moment... This is not a dress rehearsal!
> (\ /)
> ( \ / )
> ( \()/ )
> ____
> Now don't delete this message, because it comes from
> a very special angel.
> =====
> Never take away anyone's hope. That may be all they
> have


You Are a Ghost
Mysterious, independent, and often unseen - you always do things your own way.You are introverted, shy, and even a little secretive.People are dying to know you better, but you're a difficult person to know.A lot of your contributions to the world are left invisible and unfelt.
Your greatest power: Blending in really well
Your greatest weakness: Being too passive
You play well with: Witches
http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/">What Kind of Monster Are You?


And he'll have Fun Fun Fun till his daddy takes the Mustang away....

Bup has a Jeep, I can see them doing this.....

OMRO, Wis. — The candy-apple red Mustang GT is just a toy, but that didn't stop 3-year-old Jordan Will from taking his battery-operated wheels for a brief ride along a busy stretch of highway.
Drivers stopped and neighbors chased down the car until an officer could pull over Jordan and his 2-year-old passenger on Sunday.
"Nothing bad happened, so it's kind of cute now when you look at it," said his father, Doug Will. "But at the time, it wasn't cute at all. It was scary. I was really upset."
The Mustang is decked out with all the extras: a rear spoiler, a premium sound system and chrome wheels.
The boys drove the tricked-out ride through their Omro neighborhood and pulled up to a busy intersection.
"He even obeyed the signs, so that was good. He stopped at the red light and got on the cross walk," said neighbor Jaci Bauer.
Another neighbor, Jason Bauer, panicked when he saw the boys cross over a highway, onto a sidewalk and over a bridge. He gave chase for a few blocks until an officer pulled the boys over.
"By the time we stopped them, they probably made it five or six blocks from home before anyone even noticed they had been wandering around town," Jason Bauer said.

Doug Will had been searching for the boys when he got the call to come get the car.
"He just said, 'We went for a ride, daddy,"' Will said.
All Jordan can do now is sit in the little car. His father has taken away the keys and removed the battery.
Officers said Jordan's dad won't be cited.
Omro is in east-central Wisconsin, about 10 miles west of Oshkosh.


What Your Halloween Habits Say About You
You love the drama of Halloween. You definitely like to have the best costume around - and everyone noticing you.
You often feel invisible when you're in public. And it's a shame, because you're really quite a character.
Your inner child is full of wonder and very sweet.
You fear people taking advantage for you. You are always worried about protecting your own interests.
You're prone to be quite emotional and over dramatic. Deep down, you enjoy being scared out of your mind... even if you don't admit it.
You are unique, expressive, and a trendsetter. Your ideal Halloween costume is over the top and one of a kind.



I'm Baaaaccccccckkkkkk!

we survived the trip, landed Sat afternoon as projected.

The Local SCAdians were on hand to help unload,
awsome people and lots of potential new friends:)

the place is beyond awsome , the hubby did REAL GOOD!!!!!

pure cold well water, acerage, wheat, wind, fall leaves, quail, pheasent, birdies, horses next door:)>1 mile away...

the boys love it , and we do too,

Bup is in school, xab is hanging with Mom..

the dogs are roaming the back forty now, no really...lol...

it took a week to get the phone /internet hooked up, and it's as slow as molasses in Jan in the rockies...

BUT..better than nothing:)

I'm still unpacking, and liking this place a whole lot...:::smile:) thanks for all of you that were wondering how we are doing, just so you all know this is the first th ing I did , now I'm gonna check my mail:) have about 4000 messages to wade through...laters :)


We've loaded up the truck.....

Wed come dawn we hit the trail...
4 days hard driving and we should get there by Sat..

Oregon that is....

Be good to each other til I come back...




:( , he was more than met the eye...an artiste.

Mime legend Marcel Marceau dies at 84

By ANGELA DOLAND, Associated Press Writer2 hours, 48 minutes ago

Marcel Marceau, the master of mime who transformed silence into poetry with lithe gestures and pliant facial expressions that spoke to generations of young and old, has died. He was 84.
Wearing white face paint, soft shoes and a battered hat topped with a red flower, Marceau breathed new life into an art that dates to ancient Greece. He played out the human comedy through his alter-ego Bip without ever uttering a word.
Offstage, he was famously chatty. "Never get a mime talking. He won't stop," he once said.
A French Jew, Marceau escaped deportation to a Nazi death camp during World War II, unlike his father who died in Auschwitz. Marceau worked with the French Resistance to protect Jewish children, and later used the memories of his own life to feed his art.
He gave life to a wide spectrum of characters, from a peevish waiter to a lion tamer to an old woman knitting, and to the best-known Bip.
His biggest inspiration was Charlie Chaplin. In turn, Marceau inspired countless young performers — Michael Jackson borrowed his famous "moonwalk" from a Marceau sketch, "Walking Against the Wind."
Marceau's former assistant Emmanuel Vacca said on French radio that the peformer died Saturday in Paris, but gave no details.
In one of Marceau's most poignant and philosophical acts, "Youth, Maturity, Old Age, Death," Marceau wordlessly showed the passing of an entire life in just minutes.
He took his art to stages across the world, performing in Asia, Europe and the United States, his "second country," where he first performed in 1955 and returned every two years. He performed for Lyndon Johnson, Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton.
Tireless, Marceau took his art to Cuba for the first time in September 2005.
"France loses one of its most eminent ambassadors," President Nicolas Sarkozy said in a statement. Prime Minister Francois Fillon praised Marceau as "the master" with the rare gift of "being able to communicate with each and everyone beyond the barriers of language."
The son of a butcher, the mime was born Marcel Mangel on March 22, 1923, in Strasbourg, France. His father Charles, a baritone with a love of song, introduced his son to the world of music and theater at an early age. The boy was captivated by the silent film stars of the era: Chaplin, Buster Keaton and the Marx brothers.
When the Nazis marched into eastern France, he fled with family members to the southwest and changed his last name to Marceau to hide his Jewish origins.
With his brother Alain, Marceau became active in the French Resistance, altering children's identity cards by changing birth dates to trick the Nazis into thinking they were too young to be deported. Because he spoke English, he was recruited to be a liaison officer with Gen. George S. Patton's army.
His father was sent to the Auschwitz concentration camp in 1944.
"Yes, I cried for him," Marceau said. But he said he also thought of the others killed.
"Among those kids was maybe an Einstein, a Mozart, somebody who (would have) found a cancer drug," he told reporters in 2000. "That is why we have a great responsibility. Let us love one another."
Some of Marceau's later work reflected the somber experiences. Even the character Bip, who chased butterflies in his debut, took on the grand themes of humanity.
Marcel's life as a performer began with the liberation of Paris from the Nazis. He enrolled in Charles Dullin's School of Dramatic Art, studying with the renowned mime Etienne Decroux.
On a tiny stage at the Theatre de Poche, a smoke-filled Left Bank cabaret, he sought to perfect the style of mime that would become his trademark.
The on-stage persona Bip was born in 1947, a sad-faced double whose eyes lit up with childlike wonder as he discovered the world. Bip was a direct descendant of the 19th century harlequin, but his clownish gestures, Marceau said, were inspired in part by Chaplin and Keaton.
Marceau likened his character to a modern-day Don Quixote, "alone in a fragile world filled with injustice and beauty."
Dressed in a white sailor suit, a top hat — a red rose perched on top — Bip covered the gamut of human experience, and emotion. He went to war and ran a matrimonial service.
In one famous sketch, "Public Garden," Marceau played all the characters in a park, from little boys playing ball to old women with knitting needles.
In 1949, Marceau's newly formed mime troupe was the only one of its kind in Europe. But it was only after a hugely successful tour across the United States in the mid-1950s that Marceau received the acclaim that would make him an international star.
Single-handedly, Marceau revived the art of mime, which dates to antiquity and continued until the 19th century through the Italian Commedia dell'Arte, or improvised theater.
"I have a feeling that I did for mime what (Andres) Segovia did for the guitar, what (Pablo) Casals did for the cello," he once told The Associated Press in an interview. Marceau started his own company, then in 1978 the International School of Mime-Drama.
Marceau also made film appearances. The most famous was Mel Brooks' 1976 film "Silent Movie" — he had the only speaking line, "Non!"
As he aged, Marceau kept performing, never losing the agility that made him famous.
A perforated ulcer nearly killed Marceau in the Soviet Union in December 1985. He was rushed home to Paris in critical condition, but bounced back to the stage five months later.
On top of his Legion of Honor and his countless honorary degrees, he was invited to be a United Nations goodwill ambassador for a 2002 conference on aging.
"If you stop at all when you are 70 or 80, you cannot go on," he told the AP in 2003. "You have to keep working."
Marceau was married three times and had four children. Funeral arrangements were not immediately known.





The Omen theme Ave Satani

'Leave Britney Alone' Guy Chris Crocker Hopes to Find TV Stardom -

the britney guy......:P




Teacher fights to take gun to class -

Excellent ,good to hear, some one with some common sense.

Starz Bunny Club Exclusive: The Grudge

seemed appropriate as we got the new house...


Don't fracking tempt me......


Martha Stewart Uncorks Wine Brand

The Evil one is now pushing the Grape....

:Insert elevator muzak::
picture this thousands of suburban drones , sitting in their Identical "individually expressed boring designer Kitchens and Homes, quietly pouring a glass or Pint glass of Martha grape squeezings Primo Vino at 11am because the school principal just called ,kids are "at it again" , and the dog has just thrown up in the front hall, and the dryer just broke down, and the husband is bringing the boss home for dinner.

Martha does it again, a timeless classic :Alcoholism...

China Recalls Tainted Leukemia Drugs

ok come on now...
this is really bad, beginning to think G-Man was right ,
"they " are trying to take over by way of weakening our society from within...

lead paint in our childrens toys, contaiminated pet food, people food, hazardous "anything" lately...if "Made in China" I don't buy it...period.


Funny dogs



hey you know I had to.....


Stray Cat Strut


I'm a Pug! Woop - Morphing REMIX


Dog thought for the day :from Aunty Deena

Handle every situation like a dog.

If you can't Eat it or Chew it.

Piss on it and Walk Away.

The Haute Hound:)



We don't forget. We will Avenge.



NEW YORK — The title of the new "Indiana Jones" movie, directed by Steven Spielberg and starring Harrison Ford, has been released.

"Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull" will be in theaters May 22, 2008.The title of the long-awaited fourth installment of the adventure series was announced by Shia LaBeouf, who co-stars with Ford in the film, at the MTV Video Music Awards in Las Vegas on Sunday.

The new Indy adventure, which is set in the 1950s, also stars Cate Blanchett, Ray Winstone, John Hurt, Jim Broadbent and Karen Allen.

Sean Connery, who played dad to Ford's globe-trotting archaeologist in 1989's "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade," will not reprise the role in the new movie.The series began in 1981 with "Raiders of the Lost Ark," followed by "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom" in 1984.

In promotional photos, the 65-year-old Ford appears fit as ever.

"I have to say, he looks amazing," Kathleen Kennedy, the film's co-executive producer, along with George Lucas, told The Associated Press in July.

"He looks fantastic in the outfit."

"Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull," a Lucasfilm Ltd. production, will be distributed by Paramount Pictures, a division of Viacom Inc


Luciano Pavarotti - Ave Maria - Schubert

Muse - Time Is Running Out


BOGOTA (AFP) - A feckless stick-up man chose the wrong target when he was beaten and hospitalized in an attempted robbery of a karate school in Bucaramanga in northwestern Colombia, police said.
"The man entered the academy with a firearm, but could not intimidate the dozens of students, who fortunately reacted and disarmed him," said Colonel Julio Cesar Santoyo, police commander in the province of Santander.
Police arrived at the scene only to take the would-be robber to hospital for treatment of multiple contusions at the hands of the karate students.


MySpaceTV: slide doggie style by Mazinger

this dog is having WAY to much fun:)

Belly Dance Costumes Hip Scarves and Dancing Accessories


Report: MTV to Air Bisexual Dating Show - Celebrity Gossip | Entertainment News | Arts And Entertainment

well it's about time...


A word from Trixie Koontz >Life is good.

Life is Good!
Trixie Koontz, Dog
Dad teaches me to type. Hold pencil in mouth and type. At first is fun. Then is not fun. He says to me, "Write, Trixie, write. Write essay for website." Being good dog, I write. Not fun, but I write. Expect treat for writing. Get no treat. Stop writing. Get treat. Carob biscuit. Good, good, good. Okay, so I write some more.

Dad promises website visitors my essay end of July. Must give up important ball chasing, important napping, important sniffing to write. Work hard. Writing hard. So many words. Stupid punctuation rules. Hate semicolons. Hate; hate; hate. Chew up many pencils in frustration.

Finish article. Give to Dad. Then I rip guts out of duck. Duck is not real, is Booda duck, stuffed toy. I am gentle dog. Cannot hurt real duck or even cat. But am hell on stuffed toys. Work off my tension. Rip, rip, rip. Feel pretty good. Cough up soggy wad of Booda-duck stuffing. Feel even better.

Dad gives editorial suggestions. Stupid suggestions. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He is not editor, is writer. Like me. I pretend to listen.

Am actually thinking about bacon. Bacon is good. Bacon is very good. I am good, too. People call me "good dog, good, very good." Bacon is very good. I am very good. But I am not bacon. Why not? Mysterious.

Then I think about cats. What is wrong with them? Who do they think they are? What do they want? Who invented them, anyway? Not God, for sure. Maybe Satan? So nervous writing about cats, I use too many italics. Then I hit hateful semicolon key; don't know why; but I do it again; and whimper.

Dogs are not born to write essays. Maybe fiction. Maybe poetry. Not essays. Maybe advertising copy.


Dad gives me editorial notes for study. Eight pages. I pee on them. He gets message.

Dad says he will give my essay to webmaster as is. Webmaster is nice person, nice. She will know good writing when she sees it.

Days pass. Weeks. Chase ball. Chase rabbits. Chase butterfly. Chase Frisbee. Begin to notice sameness in leisure-time activities. Pull tug-toy snake. Pull, pull, pull. Pull tug-toy bone. Pull tug-toy rope. Lick forepaw. Lick other forepaw. Lick a more private place. Still do not taste like bacon. Get belly rub from Mom. Get belly rub from Dad. Mom. Dad. Mom. Dad. Get belly rub from Linda, Dad and Mom's assistant. Get belly rub from Elaine, Dad and Mom's other assistant. Linda. Elaine. Linda. Elaine. Dad. Mom. Get belly rub from Elisa and Paula, housekeepers. Elisa. Paula. Elisa. Paula. Linda. Elaine. Mom. Dad. Belly rub, belly rub. Read Bleak House by Charles Dickens, study the brilliant characterizations, ponder the tragedy of the human condition. New tennis ball. Chase, chase, chase. Suddenly is September.

Webmaster asks where is Trixie essay. Where? Dad lost. Dad got busy working on new book, got busy and forgot Trixie essay, and lost it. My human ate my homework. Sort of.

All my hard work, my struggle, all those hateful semicolons-for what? All for nothing. Essay lost. All for nothing. Feel like character in Bleak House. Worse. Like character in Joseph Conrad book.

Think about getting attorney. Get agent instead. Writing fiction. Novel. Maybe knock Dad off best-seller list. Teach him lesson. Writing novel called My Bacon by Trixie Koontz, Dog. Already have invitation from Larry King, David Letterman, be on shows, do publicity, sell book, get belly rub from Dave. Maybe get limo for media tour. Ride around in limo, chasing cats. Life is good when you're a dog.

One of the best singles ads ever printed. It is reported to have been listed in the Atlanta Journal.

SINGLE BLACK FEMALE seeks male companionship, ethnicity unimportant. I' m a very good girl who LOVES to play. I love long walks in the woods, riding in your pickup truck, hunting, camping and fishing trips, cozy winter nights lying by the fire. Candlelight dinners will have me eating out of your hand. I'll be at the front door when you get home from work, wearing only what nature gave me. Call (404) 875-6420 and ask for Daisy, I'll be waiting....

Please scroll down

Over 15,000 men found themselves talking to the Atlanta Humane Society...

Offensive T-shirts - Foul Mouth Shirts Offensive T-shirts

Warning : material not suitable for Children or the easily offended...lol


ok I guess the time has come,

to let you all in on something...


...LONG DRIVE-with kids and dogs..

:::pity me:::

to Oregon:) !!!!

So If I don't post too much......

Thats why ,I have stuff to do...

Be back to normal around beginning of Oct...

Warcraft: The Rap

too funny...this goes out to Chris and Gina

- Cop Charged for Leaving Police Dog in Hot Car

about time...they are not just animals.

PHOENIX — Authorities arrested a Chandler police officer Wednesday in the death of a police dog that was left in a hot patrol car for more than 12 hours.
Chandler police Sgt. Tom Lovejoy was booked into Maricopa County jail in Phoenix on a misdemeanor charge of animal cruelty after a two-week investigation into the death of 5-year-old Belgian Malinois "Bandit."
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Lovejoy was released later Wednesday, said Capt. Paul Chagolla, a spokesman for the Maricopa County Sheriff's Office.
"I am certain Sgt. Lovejoy has suffered greatly from leaving his police dog in a sweltering car," Sheriff Joe Arpaio said in a news release. "I do not relish the idea of compounding his sadness. However, Lovejoy must be treated like anyone else in similar circumstances."
Lovejoy said over the phone Wednesday night that he is scheduled to appear in court on the charge on Sept. 25. He said his lawyer advised him not to comment further.

"With the sheriff railing on me right now, it's kind of hard to say anything," Lovejoy said.
The sheriff's investigation showed Bandit was in Lovejoy's patrol car from about 9 a.m. to a little after 10 p.m. on Aug. 11. During that time, the investigation found that Lovejoy ran errands for his wife, napped for a short time and later ate out with his wife. Lovejoy later found the dead dog in the car.
In a statement, Chandler police Chief Sherry Kiyler said the department respects and supports the criminal justice system and its processes.
"We remain saddened by the loss of K9 Bandit," she wrote. "At this time our internal investigation is continuing and further comment by our department would be inappropriate until the completion of this process."

Luciano Pavarotti dead at 71 -

I was a fan, he had a beautiful voice.
Poor Man, his pain is over now.
Now he will sing with the Angels.

::Por Luciano::

La gioia non è un tesoro che possiate perdere.
A meno che non, sarete consolati.
Linger lungamente con me come potete scegliere.
Nella musica come nella vita non c'è nessuna gioia fredda.
Undo, allora, il corsetto stretto del vostro dolore in modo che abbiate potuto godere il momento che keening.
Dia l'orecchio a musica, comunque riassunto eloquente,
ristabilente al miracolo il relativo significato.
Di tutti pensiamo e riteniamo e diciamo e,
in modo da poco, realmente,
dobbiamo essere limitati entro tempo.
Ancora palpable, sono qui con tutti voi,
musical come mai in questa rima.
Tutti ero, sono, ma sarò, nessun di meno nell'amore,
anche se nella memoria.

((Joy is not a treasure you can lose.
Unless you will not, you will be consoled.
Linger with me long as you may choose.
In music as in life no joy is cold.
Undo, then, the tight corset of your grief
So that you might enjoy the moment's keening.
Give ear to music, eloquent though brief,
Restoring to the miracle its meaning.
Of all we think and feel and say and do,
So little, really, must be bound by time.
Still palpable, I'm here with all of you,
Musical as ever in this rhyme.
All I was, I am, and yet will be,
No less in love, although in memory.))


From Deena, by way Of Jake


Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep.
One who's handsome, smart and strong,
One who loves to listen long.
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?".

I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.


I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs
who owns a liquor store and a golf course.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit!

You Scored an A

It's pretty obvious that you don't make basic grammatical errors.
If anything, you're annoyed when people make simple mistakes on their blogs.
As far as people with bad grammar go, you know they're only human.
And it's humanity and its current condition that truly disturb you sometimes.


life imitating art?

Polish Author Convicted in Killing Similar to Murder in His Novel

In case you all wonder..
Why I post stuff like this, it is because..
I find the human mind fascinating,
and the degree of "warpitude" by some people is amazing...
Serial killers, psycho-sadists, cannibals, plain evil type folk.
I have studied them, the cases , the motives,
the underlaying causes etc..
It never fails to astonish me ,
how much they become something so "alien" in human society.
It is interesting to see what breaks them, and why.

It is a lifelong hobby of mine,
I think it was fueled by my Dad, he was a criminal Lawyer.
We would discuss cases at the dinner table ,
me and Dad, Mom and my sister were not interested:)
He has few rather grisly cases that I remember.
He always put the Bad guys away..

Another interesting factor are the Premeditated vrs. Wacko flip out..
again the "snap" factor...

in the words of Bugs Bunny to Gossamer ,
while filing his nails:
"Such an Interesting Monster.."

What drugs is this Chihuahua on!?

From C.O.

Will someone please explain to me just what in the hayle is going on here?
Some Burning Man still life?
It's like a Timothy-Leary-80's-poloshirt-floatation-devices-drug-induced-pool-a-thon!

::I wouldn't mind some, hey Doggie , got any extra.....?:::


W.W.X.D?_ What would Xenu do?


A Belgian prosecutor on Tuesday recommended that the U.S.-based Church of Scientology stand trial for fraud and extortion, following a 10-year investigation that concluded the group should be labeled a criminal organization.
Scientology said it would fight the criminal charges recommended by investigating prosecutor Jean-Claude Van Espen, who said that up to 12 unidentified people should face charges.

Van Espen's probe also concluded that Scientology's Brussels-based Europe office and its Belgian missions conducted unlawful practices in medicine, violated privacy laws and used illegal business contracts, said Lieve Pellens, a spokeswoman at the Federal Prosecutors Office.

"They also face charges of being ... a criminal organization," Pellens said in a telephone interview.
An administrative court will decide whether to press charges against the Scientologists.

In a statement, Scientology's Europe office accused the prosecutor of hounding the organization and said it would contest the charges.
"For the last 10 years, the prosecutor has been using the media, trying to damage the reputation of the Church of Scientology and not being able to put a case in court," Scientology said. "As a consequence, this created a climate of intolerance and discrimination" in Belgium.

It added that the prosecutor's recommendations suggested Scientology was guilty even before a court could hear the charges, making it "difficult for the Church of Scientology to recover and properly defend (itself) before the court."
Scientology has been active in Belgium for nearly three decades. In 2003, it opened an international office near the headquarters of the European Union to lobby for its right to be recognized as an official religious group, a status it does not enjoy in Belgium.

A Belgian parliamentary committee report in 1997 labeled Scientology a sect and investigations were launched into the group's finances and practices, such as the personality tests conducted on new members.

Investigators have spent the past decade trying to determine how far Scientology went in recruiting converts after numerous complaints were filed with police by ex-members alleging they'd been the victims of intimidation and extortion.

Justice officials seized financial records, correspondence, bank statements and other papers in their decade-long probe to track the flow of money to Scientology. Police also raided the offices of several consultancy firms linked to the Church of Scientology.

Pellens said that prosecutors expect Scientology to mount a strong legal challenge to the charges at a court hearing, which could come in the next two to three months. She acknowledged that could delay the case for years.
Belgium, Germany and other European countries have been criticized by the State Department for labeling Scientology as a cult or sect and enacting laws to restrict its operations.

The German government considers Scientology a commercial enterprise that takes advantage of vulnerable people.

The Los Angeles-based Church of Scientology, which is seeking to expand in Europe and be recognized as a legitimate religion, teaches that technology can expand the mind and help solve problems.

The church, founded in 1954, counts actors Tom Cruise and John Travolta among its 10 million members.

NYC Lifeguard Rescues SHARK From Abusive Beachgoers

goes both ways ,people....

poor sharkie...

: Puppy with Heart-Shaped Marking

it is real, been verified...

so freaking cute...



Kat's New Place...


- Texas Woman Claims to Have Found Mythical 'Chupacabra' -

This is cool...it seems to be a new type of dog,
or prolly a dog-coyote hybrid...with Mange...


How Good are ,You?

You Are 76% Good

You are a good person. You do the best you can to be ethical, fair, and moral.And as you know, being a good person means making hard decisions... and following them through.If you're confronted with an ethical dilemma, you will usually do the right thing.Of course you do slip up. No one's perfect. But you do your best to correct your missteps.
You are also probably: incredibly honest, especially with yourself
Right now you are on track to being: A respected leader
To be a better person: Be kind to someone who is not very kind to you