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Anybody heard of this?!?

I hope it’s good because I ordered one for Thanksgiving!

Movin’ in the Correct Direction

Obama names 7 openly gay people to transition team

Although I wasn’t an Obama Mama, and chose to write in a candidate, I think kudos go to Mr. Obama for having the foresight to forge ahead with a good decision.

Now if California and the rest of the US can just manage to get onboard with doing what’s right…and the time comes when something like this isn’t even noteworthy.

Hi…I’m New

I’m having the best time cruisin’ along the blogs.

I’ve LMAO at The Bloggess and enjoyed life on Beth’s farm at Around the Funny Farm. I have things in common with the Gaymosexual…we both have noticed Angelina Jolie.

I’ve just started reading real people’s blogs, as opposed to Perez’s blog. He’s become mean, in my opinion. It’s my childrens’ fault that I ever even knew of Perez Hilton. I’m weaned off of him now, though.

I am responsible for feeding and stabling the horses on Saturday evenings and Sundays. I can imagine what it must be like for Beth in the winter. Layering on the clothing, stuffing your feet into your boots, trudging through the SNOW to the barn to feed the animals…I nearly froze with a stiff North wind and 35 degrees. Add snow to that and I might not have barn animals!

I Might Have an Effie

I’m not sure yet if I will be having an Effie, but I might.

It has recently come to my attention the power of a Domestic Assault charge.

No, not me.

If you hit me, I’m gonna be the one with the assault charge because I will hit you back…HARD.

I am a survivor of Domestic Assault, and as such, I do not take lightly the charge. It is a serious problem that occurs in more relationships than we even suspect. It isn’t funny, or a joke…whether you are the abused, the abuser, or accused of the crime. CRIME. It’s a CRIME…against the law and against humanity.

Back when I lived the nightmare, a charge of Domestic Assault was rarely brought. There is not much worse for a peace officer than to be called out on an alleged Domestic Assault. On more than once occasion the hitter and hittee have turned on the officers and mayhem has ensued. In the olden days, the officers made every effort to NOT have to take anybody to jail. They might send one person off for the foreseeable future, often to sober up, but actual arrest was a last resort.

Have an Effie, Hon…

I hate being called “Hon”. Especially in that way of an old Southern Belle wanna be. Kinda like “darhlin’ “, but hickier somehow.

My unlisted number phone had been plugged into the barn wall for about 10 minutes when it rang. Brrrrring! Brrrrrring!

“Hello!” says me.

“Now, Hon…”(this isn’t exactly starting off of the right foot with new neighbors I can tell by her frosty tone), “Your tree has fallen over on my fence and what’re you gonna do about it?”

“Uhm…Huh?” “Who *is* this?!?”

“I’m ova here on the back side of yore propaty and yore big ole tree has smashed my mama’s fence!, HON!”

Needless to say, I was stunned…to be called “Hon”, “HON!”, and for the rude welcome to the neighborhood.