In a New Mexico cemetery - “Here lies Johnny Yeast,  pardon me for not rising”.





Happy Thanksgiving's Eve.  Spending the Holiday alone is becoming a tradition for me.
It's not one that I dislike. I miss the ham and the turkey and the dressing and the pecan pie...
but I certainly don't need any of those and I 'm sure if confronted with them I would  end up
 making myself miserable. Just thinking about makes me feel overstuffed.

I have a new job. It's very different than the last. I think it's a training ground and one that
 I'm excited to be challenged in. It's scary too. I find that I am at best adequate for the job.
 I have already messed up twice that I know of.  One embarrassingly so and the other is my secret.

I have a cool boss too. She had to work with me all day today. Just me, her and the student.
 She politely listened to my "ideas" all day. I finally shut up after she sighed with the slightest
hint of annoyance and said "Write a proposal"

Ohh boy! A Proposal!       (*)  (*)
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I do think she liked the idea of having local artist's work on commission. 
  ( Just wait till she sees my headstones)


So, I've been thinking about learning Spanish for a long time now.
  I haven't learned much more than I knew last year or two years ago.
 Pretty pitiful.  I've started listening to Spanish radio or tv for 15 minutes
 everyday for five days. I don't think I've learned much more than I knew
 5 days ago.      Es una lástima que yo soy como un pez.
  



    

Mi novio ha estado mintiendo a mí. No puedo creer que iba a durar
 tanto tiempo. Pero tengo la prueba! He encontrado una foto en la cámara.
 Una imagen de mí y yo soy un culo gordo. Siguió jurando que yo no estaba
. Que yo era hermosa y sexy y que le gustaba mis bubis. Pero ¿cómo puede
 seguir diciendo que cuando tengo una prueba innegable? Él me ama.
 Él es tan dulce.
Yo le perdono.




 

These two men decided to head out West to dig up a fortune in gold. They had been at it for weeks ,when one says to the other, "I'm thirsty. We've been diggin long enough. Let's go get a beer."

So the pair walk into the Saloon and head to the bar. The barkeep says "What will it be?"

The one guy says, "We won't two beers but we don't have any money."

The bartender shakes his head. "I can't sell you a beer if you don't have any money."

"There must be something we could pay ya! We've been here for 3 weeks now just diggin. We're tired. We're hungry and we need a beer. What can we do?"

The bartender leans in closer and says if you'll bring me an Indian scalp, Ill give you all the beer you can drink."

This sounds like a good idea to the thirsty men.

They ride off into Indian territory.  They see the light of a campfire off in the distance and slow down. They stealthy sneak up to a single Indian and scalp him dead.

Later that night the bar was closing and the two slowly careen out of the doors and flop onto their horses. They ride out until they fall off and pass out cold.

The next morning, one wakes up and looks around. They are surrounded by 5,000 Indians in war paint and weapons. The guy shakes the other awake and says" Shhh. Don't speak now, but I think we're about to be millionaires."



(Complements of J.D.)


^ Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum: February 2010



cabinet guy's stained glass Persephone.

 

  This whole blog thing is tougher than you'd think.  Mostly because I don't have that much to say and then when I do hit on something interesting I get tied down by what you might think about the words I use or the phrases I turn.

Today was an okay day. It was cloudy and wet and cool but not the bone chilling we got a week ago. It's warm enough not to have a fire.  We've got lots of wood should it decide to get cold again. 

I really need to get a new coat.  I've been searching on line and have seen many coats but none that moved me. I maybe ready to part with the money when I have it. But not this week. I suppose a good winter coat is an investment and the sales will be greater as the days move to Spring.

uh.


We  found a new student at work and he has worked out. Finally.  Now I am working 40 and making a little bit more an hour. I'll start sitting in with other directors and learning how to write contracts and doing the stuff you need a license to do. I'll never get rich by being a funeral director. I could pay the bills and take a vacation every year........... But!  You never know what doors will open and I'm not too shy to knock on a few.


....

Well, let's see, happening in the world tonight....

The Haiti earthquake. That's a bad deal. I saw Mrs. Obama in what I think is her first public service announcement.  ( The spell check does not recognize Obama. Perhaps I should update...let's see... Reagan, Clinton, Bush, ...nope, those all pass. )  I try not to watch the news on stuff like that.  I know that I should not turn a blind eye on the suffering of others but all the media coverage is blinding me.  I would rather be one of those people who flew out and got right in the middle of it and did what they could to help. I am one of those people who can not do that so I'll just give to the fund.  I feel like I have to now.  Mrs. Obama asked me to and she's even made it so that all I have to do is text "Haiti to 90999 and she will receive my ten dollar donation. So far, 10 million dollars have been raised but it may take up to 90 days before Haiti get the money. People have to pay their phone bills first.   My grandmother pays her bills 10 days early.  I pay mine 10 days late.

Anyways,

What's going on with you?