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Friday, July 31, 2015

Buckle Up! It's The Law!

Flashback Friday! I was scrolling through some old posts and came across this one which tickled my funny bone. Sometimes enforcing right and wrong goes totally black and white for kids and they put you in your place when you sway into the grey.

..Sometime in 2011:

Today, Glennifer, Bug, and I were landscaping. Yes, my landscaping company ignores the child labor laws. Bug was having a hard time buckling up her seat belt...

BUG: Mom, I can't buckle. It's against the law.

ME: What's the problem?

BUG: The latch thingy is stuck way down there and I can't pull it out.

ME: Well, just don't die, then. We will be there before long.

BUG: Mom, it's illegal!!!!

ME: It's fine. Just don't go through the windshield. You know when we were kids, we never had seat belts. Right, Glennifer?


BUG: But, Mom! That's because you traveled in wagons.

YES! I spit my coffee all over the truck.

I can't keep up with the chaos in today's world. The lion story does nothing for me. Trump is still high in the polls. Hillary is still dodging what is right, choosing what is wrong. And everything else is hell, fire, and damnation. Interesting news....I was encouraged to join the reserve police department here.

Nice offer, but NAH.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Sled On My Head

Indiana may not be my ideal landing place. I am finding the humidity FINALLY is hitting me in the lungs and the mosquitoes find my blood most suitable for dining. For some reason, the last two years have been mild and I am told this is more "typical" of the humidity but "unusual" for the rain. I can't run until at least 10:30 pm because it is too hot and too humid. Not that the humidity every shuts off. Egads. This is the first year I have experienced it and I think all the rain has attributed to the change in atmosphere. This brings about more critters, the ones I don't like...i.e. slugs and bugs.

For the first time in my life, mosquito bites are swelling to the size of a basketball. It makes me a little weirded out that I am having such a reaction. Maybe the mosquitoes out here are super potent villainous creatures. Why is my body changing so much! Ermagerd!

Once this reaction occurs, I have no choice but to consult with Benadryl which knocks me out for hours and I wake up in a fog. Not a fan. Erg. Just give me a beer and what a great roofie created-wake me up in two days. Not really. I don't like being in a fog. It sucks monkey ballz.

Coffee was introduced at about 0800 which is a late start for me and it is slowly working. Maybe I should take it intravenously. Enter the Komodo Dragon.

Many have asked if I am going to write another book. Not right now. Not in the mood. Terrible, huh? I am working on something for parents about child predators. It's in the very rough draft stage. I'm still not feeling the writing bug. Maybe it's because I feel like a swollen basketball. I don't know. I am also revising The Boogie Man so it passed the time this summer while I gaffed off my list of house duties while Bug was away. My enthusiasm is missing as deeply as Hillary Clinton's emails.

Isn't it funny how anyone close to the WH has zapped emails? Wow. Must be an epidemic there. Perhaps I should tell them to apply my tax dollars to a server which is in working order.

My life is now filled with school activities, doggie loves, and teenager honey do lists. Where did my life go? I can only escape by the dark of the night when I go running lit by fire flies. So crazy.

At least we have a month reprieve before students settle in again. And what on yonder bough breaks say you? Yeah. The language of the yoot.

Meanwhile, I have learned some new Near South language:

clawlset: spelled c-l-o-s-e-t. A place to house clothes.

sawl: spelled s-a-w: past tense of see

And I met another person who used the word "toboggan" in reference to a hat. Once again, they wear fucking sleds on their heads around here. Geesh. That shit must get heavy.


Thursday, July 23, 2015

Straightjacket Talk #879

A strange thing is happening with the political tug and pull of Republican versus Democrat. I don't know if anyone is paying attention. You see...I believe if the RNC does not support Donald Trump and let him run a fair Republican race, then his threat of a third party candidacy occurs or something else comes to fruition, you can expect the US will hand the election over to Hillary Clinton, thus dividing and diluting the Republican votes.  Does this scare anyone?

Whether you love or hate any candidate, they deserve a fair race. Didn't we see the same sabotage and eating of our young when Mitt Romney ran?

Divide and conquer. Democrats are smiling at this circus act.

Hillary has not even run a race yet, displaying yet more of her crazy problems and lack of transparency and she might win? It is no joke that the parties need to get their poop in a group and I can't believe after so many years that the Republicans have sat around with their thumbs up their asses. STILL.

What is going on? Where are the orderlies?

Moving along to some non-related news...It hurts my head as much as the police shootings rise along with the abundance of citizen ignorance out there. I had no idea so many people just don't understand the basics of law enforcement, rules, law and order, and have gone bull to the china closet that the rules don't apply to everyone. The words they spew! Social media has really watered down our intelligence and common sense. I have been guilty of this a time or two and when I comment on a news thread, I try to have my poop in a group.

But what do you read out there? You read a lot of discourse and disconnection. You read a lot of negativity. People just are not happy and it exudes nation wide on all threads dealing with any news reel. It doesn't matter what kind of news it is, there are angry people out there. What has happened?

Is everyone off their meds? At once?

Businesses are bottle necked and afraid of even opening the doors due to boycotts, lawsuits, on controversial statement, etc. Am I defending all these actions which have led to businesses losing everything due to being accused of discrimination, hate, or mouthing off about cops? No. I'm just saying you must be very careful anymore or one sentence or one action can end your livelihood and that is very scary.

I feel the courts are banging their heads with all the lawsuits.  One state court rules this way and another that way.

What is wrong? What is right? We can't even all agree on that.

Excuse me, sir, may I buy that white jacket with the shiny buckles?

Education is such a mess, I think we could all get educated just fine off of Rosetta Stone and ACME U. Yeah that.

Have we focused so much on coddling and entitlement that we now have created a super bug of sorts in the minds of our youth? Some citizens want you to believe there are rules, but they want to choose how they are applied or how you conduct your business or how you educate my child. Sure. We should all be informed, but should we dictate that Little Johnny gets a green book instead of a yellow book even though he is at the same reading level as the others? Should Little Johnny be allowed to have his parents at his college advising meetings although he is an adult and there are FERPA laws and HIPPA laws? Does he now give proxy to his mother?

Liberals are abundant in academia and they are afraid of their liberal students. I shit you not.

Nurse! Nurse! I want red jello not the lime kind!

And we still have not really moved forward with discrimination issues with gays and race. How long before we iron out the kinks and trod on, America? Now we have so muddied the water with Muslim issues, immigration, and banking?

Doc! Hey! Could you tighten these straps? Thanks.

So because all of this US disruption (I will refer to it as IN-fighting) is sensory overload-is  the answer sought out by our youths to shoot up everything? For our government to allow terrorist acts to go to committee before we act? What happened to our president's military leadership? Do we just shout out on social media and let our voices whither with the newsfeed rolling to the bottom? Where is the action?

The bars are too small in my room. I need to talk to someone about that.

I feel the cops are now being played in a real live video game defending their six, having to focus on a 360 degree turn. Do the youth really think you have extra life and phone a friend works? I guess at least I can still have fun trying to disperse some common sense on news outlets on Facebook. Come on...let's all get millennial and try out some of that instant gratification with likes and replies!

Chaos is unfolding.

I am a unicorn!

I think the Lousiana thingy sounds like a murder suicide thingy. Possibly. News is unfolding. Minute by minute. Gosh. Can you imagine if we had to go back to the old way? Eek. We might have time to report and absorb the facts. What would that be like?

Heck with world problems, let's fix America first.

At least I get a nice TV and internet in my room.  That is standard or I will sue.

What are you doing about it?

Do we have solutions? Workable ideas?

I know. I'm going to open a bottle of wine. It's all I got. It's workable.

You betcha I'm into smuggling contraband. Duh. Don't worry. We made it in the kitchen.

Man, I bet someone out there blames this all on Bush. He is so powerful and reminds me of the Tazmanian devil mixed with Pig Pen from the Peanuts. I mean, really, that's an accomplishment. Sigh.

Sorry, SQUIRREL! I think I see Tammy Faye...I am going to ask about makeup tips.

Monday, July 20, 2015

What The Erpie Derp?

What the erpie derp? 

When Trump talks and before any words come out, I know it is going to be a record scratch moment. The latest might be the end. I don't know. I know by his body language, and the change of tone in his voice, he was making a big stab back at McCain, but ended up blanketing all captured veterans into an insult.

My liberal friends are pretty sure he is working for Hillary and that is why she is on radio silence as not to slip in the media. Who knows? Could be on to something there.

Now, McCain fired back. But...McCain is very gratious in his statement:

Sen. John McCain said billionaire Donald Trump should apologize to military service members and their families after his comments on troops held captive during war.
"I don’t think so,” McCain said today when asked whether Trump owes him an apology in an interview on MSNBC’s “Morning Joe.” “But I think he may owe an apology to the families of those who have sacrificed in conflict and those who have undergone the prison experience in serving our country.
"So many men and some women who served and sacrificed and happened to be held prisoner and somehow to denigrate that in any way their service I think is offensive to most of our veterans.
"When Mr. Trump said that he prefers to be with people who are not captured. Well the great honor of my life was to serve in the company of heroes. I’m not a hero,” McCain, 78, added.
The comments set off a firestorm in the Republican Party with many condemning Trump's comments and at least one candidate, Texas Gov. Rick Perry, calling for him to drop out of the race. McCain said that decision is up to Trump himself.
"I think that’s a decision that he will have to make. Again what I think he should do is apologize to the families and those who have served," McCain said. "The proudest moments of their lives was serving in the company of heroes and those are the people he should apologize to."
Trump has said he does not think he owes McCain an apology for his comments.
-courtesy of ABCnews

What the erpie derp?



Why yes. I am yelling in CAPS AND SYMBOL CURSING. I am pissed about that. There is nothing else to say except I am disgusted no executive order was issued. What? Did Obama run out of them? I thought they were endless.)(*#&$)#(*$&)@(#*$&)@#*(

What the erpie derp?

So Murphy and Oliver were running around like maniacs in what I classify as The Red Furball. It's a blur of red fur in a ball like sensation. Drives me nuts. It usually lasts about 5-10 minutes and then they stop. I can't interrupt it. I have tried. They don't care. They keep going as soon as I stop them. If I let it play out...then it stops.

Well, it just so happens all of a sudden I saw Murphy running around by himself. Where is Oliver? No one could find him. Yeah. Bastard was on top of the kitchen table and couldn't get down. I was SOOOOO pissed. It happened twice. He gets so wired up and leaps all over the place then found solace on the table while Murphy raced around like an idiot.

Kids. Grr.

What the erpie derp?

Obama's new plan is to keep guns out of the hands of those on social security? Can you say HOLY SHIT, BATMAN, what a breach of the 2nd Amendment. What makes him think it is a good idea to take guns away from the retired and disabled? My head hurts. Mostly from hitting my desk.

What the erpie derp?

Apparently, Rachel Dolezal did not like fading out of the news like her skin color. White is the new black. She made a recent statement, " I did not deceive anybody." Gurl, what do you think deception is? Fuck me in the ass. Head cases. Erg.

Friday, July 17, 2015

Changes By JL Curtis

Long overdue are some words about  the new book in They Grey Man series, Changes, by JL Curtis. I must say I have enjoyed the series very much. First, it's about great cops and nasty criminals. What a great combination. You will get drawn up in the details Curtis puts on every page. It's all about law enforcement and action, with a little western flare. So how could you not like it?

During the high drama moments, though, Curtis gets a little brazen with his characters and puts them at risk often. Sometimes it is grave. John Cronin has managed to make it through when the dust settles. Whew. I hate it when authors kill off the main character.

Changes involves more of Jesse, his granddaughter, and the Cartel's continual backlash which is relentless but realistic. She is married to her marine. I couldn't help but crack up when she met the women of the military wives. Talk about a fish out of water. Read how she tackles that. If you read the last book, you would remember Jesse was injured in an incident. I won't give any more details in case you are "one of those" who has not read it yet. Jesse hobbles around Changes recovering from injuries where Curtis had her in the line of fire. It was nail biting but she made it through. In the evolving storyline, she shows off her Cronin spirit and adds some new substance.

The book is full of thrills and action with excellent character details, expertise in combating crime, and some occasional humor-all wrapped up in the lives of some characters you will grow fond of reading. And then you will get attached to the series. Pick up Changes at Amazon. In fact, pick up all three if you have never read them. You won't be disappointed.

Bravo, Mr. Curtis! I await the next one...impatiently, of course!

Contemplations From An Angry Mind

Prayers to Chattanooga.

To be Frank (Yes, I chose to be another person today or maybe just open and honest), I have a snarl on my face and a headache today. I don't know if it is because of the bombardment of terrible news across the nation, my battle with health, the crazy political circus going on, my frustrations with all the continual backlash against gays, the Confederate flag issue, the shootings in TN, or the fact that I tried a sample of perfume out of a magazine and I stank.

It was supposed to smell like beaches, but it smells like I have sand in the crack of my ass.

Maybe I should just snarl at what I can control. So that would be my perfume. Do you know no matter how many times you try to wash it off with the office paper towels, you don't? You do get a great exfoliation treatment however, because they stock the campus bathrooms with sandpaper. Really, what does a beach smell like anyway? I remember them to be windy, full of sand, shells, sometimes garbage, and now sharks. I surely don't want to smell like fish poop encased seaweed. Nor clams.

First thing this morning, I was sent some wonderful messages from a hippy dippy trippy friend. She sent my horrorscope (yes, you read that right) and a reading to me. Why is it that Virgos always have shitty futures? I mean, never does it say I will be graced with a rich prince and carted away to a ranch of blissful nature and wonderment. Nor does it say I will get a shiny new red dress or a ton of cash dropped from the heavens. They are always gloomy. Plus I get constantly told that Virgos over analyze things. Duh. Fuck that horrorscope shit crap. Pisses me off. I think they are rigged against Virgos. People don't like virgins. Racists.

Ok. I have to stop being grouchy. It is very off-putting. I can't stand to be around myself.

Here's a question. Wait for it. This is not the Clift Note Version. So I have lots of pressures from friends encouraging me to do the online dating thing and several telling me no way. It's OK. I 'm a scaredy cat anyway so right now I am holding down the Harry Potter House with blogging, no online sensations. My question...why do people date several people and sleep around-all at the same time? I can only date one person at a time and if that doesn't work out, move on. Don't you worry you will call Tim Tom or Barbie Mary or get a bunch of diseases? Shudder. I call it self respect, but many of my friends tell me to relax and stop being such a killjoy. I can't do it. I'm also a hermit. Those seem to be two problems in dating.

Maybe I am just a hormonal ding dong. It is possible although I have had it checked and they believe no way and was negative menopause at this time. The doctors could be wrong. I could also be a head case. I always had anxiety around white clothes. It is definitely easy to fake sanity. Look how good I was at passing the psychological for the police department. Snork!

Ok. I am also frustrated with the fact that the US seems to sit on our thumbs with all this shit going down and no reaction. I know I am not a king of sorts to be taking on the US problems, but damn the luck. I just want to bunker myself in on the highest mountain and say, "Come At Me Bro", then drink my wine because no one would dare.



Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Hold The Donuts

I suppose an offline hiatus was in order. However, it didn't change much. No one noticed I was missing. Tada! Here I am!

(((((((((Jumping up and down like a lunatic. Wait. Shut it.))))))))))

Donuts at High Noon

While I was gone on my sabbatical, my Alma mater department (the mothership) had a police shooting. The suspect was well known to me and he and his twin brother were frequently mingling with police. I would like to say they loved the cops and were spirited young men, but I would be fluffing. Am I surprised his life ended this way? No. I am surprised it didn't come sooner. It is sad that this happened by his choices and it now affects his family, the officers, the officers' families, the department, and the community as a whole. Wow. That's a wide spreading tragedy. I bet most people don't think about that.  And now his friends have called for a riot on police through social media. Swell.

On the other hand, I pray for my peeps and I am glad they came out of the situation without bullet holes in them. They did what they were trained to do when shit went bad.

The world has changed. In the last few months, the mothership has experienced two police shootings which was unheard of even for that large of a city with a fairly bad crime problem.

I fear it is only going to get worse out there in that mean world of law enforcement.


Now we can add fuel to the national fire with Garner's family getting millions from the "chokehold" case. Egads! I am sure police policy will change all over the US. Not that some of that isn't good change, It's just forced change. Forced change is not the way to do it.

Police will have to tip toe and flit around like fairies to enforce law and order, spraying fairy dust to hypnotize their clients prior to any arrest procedures. If that doesn't work, then they will have to resort to the magic wand.

The Idiots Have Landed

I love the idiots on social media who say officers are not allowed to shoot anyone who aim a gun at them, that they need to wait to be fired upon.

You said, "Wha?"

Or the ones who say officers need to shoot to wound. Whiskey-tango-foxtrot. Idjits.

It causes me to symbol curse. *)&@#$)#&$*Q#&$*(Q#&#$*(UQ#

Why does this idiocy make me want to climb the highest mountain and curse until my lungs dry up? It really gets my goat and I don't even have one to get. So crazy.


I wonder if I will get in trouble at work for Googling, "What is wrong with me when I have black tar trots?" Holy crap, Batman! This is what resulted from the interwebs: "Black stools are a worrisome symptom because it may be due to bleeding into the gastrointestinal tract, most often the esophagus, stomach or duodenum. Red blood cells are broken down by digestive enzymes and turn the stool black. These stools tend to be tarry and foul smelling. This can be a medical emergency; black tarry stools should not be ignored."

Really, I just think it is because I ate spinach.

Could it be from eating too much hot spicy food and now I ripped open my stomach lining and I will bleed a slow painful death? Ok. Not really. That was a little dramatic. 

I wonder if I should be concerned. 

So...I looked on another site: "Changes in stool or poo colour or texture are a common experience for most, usually due to changes in the diet. The colour of a normal stool is brown due to the presence of bile. It usually takes two to three days to digest food. If food is digested quicker, then the stools will look green as the bile did not have enough time to break down. If the stools are chalky-white, then it is more likely that there is no bile in the stools due to an obstruction of the bile duct.
Bleeding in the upper digestive tract (oesophagus, stomach) tends to cause black, tarry stools as the blood is digested for longer than bleeding from the colon, rectum or around the anus which tends to produce red stools or fresh, bright red blood in the stool." 

Please excuse me while I go check my butt.

Friday, July 10, 2015

Short Guns Have No Reason To Live

"Short guns have no reason to live." (Words taken out of a liberal's mouth somewhere)

Shut up, bitches!~(conservative outcry from Indiana)

I'm so harsh!

Eh. It's just my snarky humor. Sorry, my liberal friends out there. I still love you even if we disagree on gun control issues.

Quietly in the night, Indiana passed a law to allow "short barreled" weapons which includes saw-offed firearms. Oh wait...wait for it...here it goes in Michigan, too. You have to pay a hefty price and tax for it, of course, which brings more money to the state, feds, and gun shops.


"Egad! What the erpie derp!" You might say.

BTW, that is my new coin phrase. It derives from my pooch, Oliver, who has a burping problem and it is a soft, quiet...erp! So I often talk to him and say, "Goodness, Oliver, what the erpie derp!?!" He answers with a strange look on his face. We conversate like that. Sometimes he pokes my butt, sometimes he kisses my face. Sometimes he burps butt in my face. I can't ever get even because I don't do those things. In the end, we lurve each other unconditionally. 

Anyway, does this new gun law alarm me? Have we gone backwards?

Hell to the no.

Pam Grier, watch out. Here I come! Yeah. I'm gonna wear my red dress sporting my sawed off.

So here is the rant exerpt you have been waiting for:

Who gives a rat's ass except now all of us and them can go out and buy one. But fear not! You must still hide your illegal ones and you can't saw off your own.

Do I think they are treading on dangerous ground?

Uh. NO.

Why not, Fargo?

It's a gun. It's a big gun. It is still bigger than a handgun. It shoots less rounds at a time. It shoots the same way only louder. Is someone going to be able to conceal it differently? Are we going to have lots of new short gun crimes?


How many people have sawed offs in their trench coats? Oh...hmmm....let me see...

How many do you think are going to carry a sawed off rifle appendix style? How about a sawed off pancake holster. A shoulder rig? Really? Like they have those? Maybe that's a fashion secret we should all capitalize on.

Think about it, you scaredy cats.

It's a fucking firearm.

It goes bang when the trigger is pulled.

They look cool in the movies.

Now I can look cool at the range. Or in my driveway. Or in front of the mirror.

Sheriff Mike brought his sawed off shotgun to trap shooting but the chicken shit didn't shoot it. I think he just wanted to brag and show it off because he could. I guess kudos for that. Plus being a cop is the fast ticket to passing all that red tape paperwork hold up bullshit regulation hurry up and wait shit. I really miss having the fast ticket to getting a gun. And I miss the discounts. Bastards.

So what's the big deal?

There isn't one.

Except...nanny nanny poo poo to those who live in states which don't let you. Haha!


Be jealous, bitches!

Yeah. I'm not getting one.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Wherever You Are, Be Present

Sometimes in life you just have to show up. Other times you have to be present. Whatever your fancy, just be all there.

An empty shell is a sad thing to waste. Occupy it.

Huh? Aren't those brilliant? I could be a philospherist.

So it comes to pass that Jared from Subway is being invaded by agents in Indiana. Hmm. Come what may, but I am not sure if he is a bad child pornographer or just a moob who was associated with the wrong kind. Time will tell. He sure has let himself go. The pressure.

We've decided at work in consensus form that rich people can't just cover up deviance with money. Or do they think they can do and go and see just because they can? I don't know. Maybe Jared isn't a pedophile, but he sure looks like one. I know. That was so mean.

Maybe money just made him a sicko.

Maybe rich people are just vagabonds with a nice home.

Meanwhile, Trump is still getting hammered by the left and hit in the junk financially by the fallout of his comments. I don't really know if it is going to make a difference to him in the long run. I mean, can't he claim a loss as a tax write off? Besides, I am sure he will figure out a way to recover that. It's funny in Hollywood that if you don't comply or conform, they drop you like a hot potato and try to put you under a rock and forget you existed.

However, Cosby is still surviving with supporters. Funny how that works. You can be a serial rapist, but say something a little brash and the world comes to an end.

I should send The Donald a good will greeting with my favorite saying:

Dear Mr. Trump,

Sometimes...just sometimes...it's appropriate to say..FUCK. ME. IN. THE. ASS. 


I do get a kick out of what he might say or do next and watch with open eyes and ears.  What I might want to know is if the GOP is going to support him if the people vote for him in the primary and would Amarosa be his VP? It's just a thought.

In other non-related news, I am number 5 in the June leader board for our university's Fitbit Challenge. I am number 1 and 2 interchangeably on our office one. The competitor is a friend and he is a super fast runner. Damn. I have to keep on keeping on.

I am pretty excited about that.

July has had a hiatus with my plague being the brick wall to workout success, so it is time to get crackalackin'. I am not far from this health bit to come to a lifestyle change and not be such a challenge. It has become effortless over time which makes my heart sing like a songbird in the warm rain. Actually, I have never heard a bird sing in the rain. I think they hide.

Thanks to Jim M. for referring me to Wahl's Protocol. I have been reading it intently. I like it because not only does it have information on food and how it affects the body, it goes into detail about auto-immune issues and how cells work. Very fascinating. Yes. I like textbooks. Call me weird.

I also have a couple of organic cookbooks and one geared for asthma which I am refreshing my mind on and trying some new things. So far, I have been very frugal while Bug is gone and essentially making a lot of Thai or stir fry items. I try to embrace salad. It doesn't hug very well. I have never been a salad freak, but occasionally I get excited. It doesn't last.

In my mind, I am going to participate in a half marathon in the fall. I might just show up. Participating involves effort and scares me. I can whiz through a 5K and even a 10K, but 13.1 miles is like the fat kid trying to get into skinny jeans.

On the home front, Sheriff Mike came by last night to tell me the city is going to cut my trees down in front of my house and 50 others around town because some people (Lord Farquaad) complained about the problems in the last storm and told the city they were their trees. Face palm.

ME: The hell they are. No one is taking down my tree. I will strap myself to it just like they do in California. 

SHERIFF MIKE: Well, don't get all upset. I just thought I would tell ya.

Yeah. Really?

And then he walked home.

It was like he just showed up to get my goat. I would have handed him a sheep. Damn goat farmers.

I decided to call the city myself today. Turns out that is all bullshit and would be too costly for the city. They are going to go on a different street and assess diseased ones and trim some or determine if they need to come down. Well, that may end up costing the homeowner, not the city and it might be a cost sharing dealio. My trees are not an issue I was told.

Yeah. The men. Worse than the women. 


I swear.I think they like to stir me up for no apparent reason.

Anyway, after I got my panties out of a bunch, I heaved a sigh of relief.



Meanwhile....check out this new serious post....

Monday, July 6, 2015


What Would Trump Say?

"He would say I need to secure my borders and that germs should be met with a wall. Mexico needs to build it. The borders are a mess. It's disasterous. All the germs getting in here are raping my throat and creating havoc."

A few emails from my faithful readers have sparked me to let you know I am alive! I am alive! The plague struck me at the midnight hour sometime in this last week. Not really. I think they call it a "virus of the unknown." It's like the FBI took over CDC and I have an unsub. I tested negative for strep. That was important. I don't have any STD's either. Not that I was tested in the mouth and throat for those. Never mind.

Here is a selfie pic from the 4th just to show you I am alive. Consider it blog ransom. I even posed all fake seductive for you.

Selfies are the gateway drug to pornography. Not really.

While the plague had me down, I did not get my runs in. Not runs as in diarrhea, but as in foot pedaling on the pavement type of runs. I really missed them. It will be nice when I blow all this snot out of my head and clear my throat while hitting the bricks this week. It's nice to feel like running again.

Dear running shoes, 

Oh, how I've missed you!


Meanwhile, Oliver thinks he is a cat. I lurve him.

We watched US take the World Cup. Yay USA! Now what?

I await Longmire. I looked it up because this is the first summer I have had no Longmire. Season 4 is to premiere in March? MARCH?

Dear Netflix,

March is unacceptable. I must have Longmire now. I could get hit by a bus by then and miss the whole season. Please speed up your release. 

Wait. I read an old article. March has passed. Now we are on to August or September? Ugh. The suspense is killing me. Please get a move on. Please. I need some Walt. Don't interfere with The Walking Dead Season. I might have too much mind channeling and sensory overload with both Daryl Dixon and Walt Longmire at the same time.

Thank you for your consideration. 


That's what I get for reading old news.  My bad. Ally Walker is cast in the next season. Did she take over for Walt's daughter or is she a new character? I looked up the release of Season 4 and Katie Sackhoff tweeted probably August or September but no guarantees? WTF? The cast is filming in New Mexico and have wrapped up the season from what I've read. All 10 episodes are to be released this fall.

It's a good thing Bug loves Longmire because it will dominate my fall TV schedule. It seems it will come out before The Walking Dead.

What Would Trump Say?

"This Longmire delay is unacceptable. I can make it happen. I'm rich."

Well, I'm excited to get out there and run tonight. For reals. Not this fake running stuff I've been trying to accomplish.