tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140006942024-03-13T11:48:32.664-05:00inherently wronga sampling of the absurd, annoying, and sometimes obscene things that keeps me tickingPookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.comBlogger226125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-13942222159501151202010-01-09T08:09:00.001-05:002010-01-09T08:09:27.327-05:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpFarl4moTg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpFarl4moTg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-55394445361885228712009-02-08T07:21:00.009-05:002009-02-08T08:54:26.962-05:00When bad haircuts happen to good people who cheat on their stylist<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tCidUt21-JmyB-eMOTl-TFU6tSiNQbrIUpkHJxhUIh-tUeT9pKRHpaC60gCLh7k4GgikStlbJgWQQOxlnp4_5ucZlaXBoZJAA9INAC7h1RJrD8liOR-2bWfxYb9kQr2eFPlSyg/s1600-h/cheater.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300405041381548738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tCidUt21-JmyB-eMOTl-TFU6tSiNQbrIUpkHJxhUIh-tUeT9pKRHpaC60gCLh7k4GgikStlbJgWQQOxlnp4_5ucZlaXBoZJAA9INAC7h1RJrD8liOR-2bWfxYb9kQr2eFPlSyg/s200/cheater.bmp" border="0" /></a> For the last few months I have been cheating on my regular hair stylist with the girl who works at the next station. It all started innocently enough when I was in desperate need of a trim and found out that M was on vacation for a week. Fine. So I try for the next week only to be told out she was booked solid because of her vacation. Then the nice receptionist said, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pookie</span>, you can either wait the the two weeks or S has just had a cancellation and can do it today." Being the impatient guy that I am, I took the appointment.<br /><div></div><br /><div>When I arrived that Saturday morning I was greeted with a knowing smile from the receptionist (who I now realize is nothing but a matchmaking little minx) and S standing there with a glass of fresh juice for me. "Come on back, honey" she beckoned - and I did. When I was seated in the strange chair she proceeded to give me something I hadn't had in years - a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">genuine</span> consultation. M had stopped asking me about my wants and needs a long time ago so this was a nice change. All M and I ever talked about anymore was her kids, her husband (ass hole), my school and work. We were in that old married couple phase of our client/stylist relationship. So when S showered me with attention and then spent a good hour on my hair working magic with her razor, I was hooked. Better yet, when she was done I had a fucking great haircut and not one one of those that you grow into - it was perfect as soon as she was finished. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then, after I paid my bill (which included the same discount M always gave me) and handed her a tip it happened - we hugged. At that moment we both new this hair affair was on. Fast forward a few weeks and I called to make my next appointment. Now I knew M didn't work on Saturdays but I wasn't ready to tip my hat just yet so I asked for a weekend appointment anyway. Miss Minx, the receptionist, played along with my game perfectly. It was a classic case of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">DADT</span>: she didn't ask me why after all these years I didn't know M never worked on Saturday and I didn't tell. "S is available, would you like her?" Of course I did. This was how we did it every time - I would call to make an appointment with M and she wouldn't be working --- but S was --- and so it went. Each time I walked away with a perfect out-the-door cut and compliments from all my friends. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It got to the point that S and I even talked about M - in a good way. "Tell her hello for me and that I hate my schedule doesn't let me come in on weekdays anymore...How is M doing? I haven't seen her in ages?....Oh, M got a new dog....M's daughter is on honor roll..." Then came the day I let S do my highlights. This was a HUGE step because anyone who gets highlights know the level of trust that has to exist between stylist/client - and we had it. Again, perfect cut and perfect highlights. Hell, I wasn't even feeling bad at this point <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">because</span> my hair looked great and we both new it. M was officially out of the picture. We had passed the point of "sneaking around" and were in a full-blown relationship. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqTc6OVdRCtFUkHl_a0-cym7vh6MsIfIqOiEmTD0t12YcURF4zDZgV9rhbRd48uAdRlGyyGc6mI7LSPX2fPAoz-ceI4aZ4hvxCp_W5Hew_nXFI7aTQ6QJoQiek8OmZARUKjgt9Cw/s1600-h/cheathide.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300423714786818914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqTc6OVdRCtFUkHl_a0-cym7vh6MsIfIqOiEmTD0t12YcURF4zDZgV9rhbRd48uAdRlGyyGc6mI7LSPX2fPAoz-ceI4aZ4hvxCp_W5Hew_nXFI7aTQ6QJoQiek8OmZARUKjgt9Cw/s200/cheathide.jpg" border="0" /></a>So yesterday I went in for my appointment and it was just like always. Small talk about M and life in general; the consultation; and then the cut. Everything was going great until she brushed off my neck; removed the cape; and asked me how it looked. When I glanced in the mirror I saw that it was a lot shorter than the other times - and when I glanced at my watch I saw it had only taken her about 30 minutes instead of the usual hour. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">WTF</span>, we had progressed to a quickie in just a few months??? What happened to us? More importantly, what happened to the precision cut that offered me immediate gratification instead on one that will take two weeks to grow into. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Dammit, I hate this. I realize every relationship has it's off days just like every hair stylist has their off days, but I thought this was different. It is the same cut and precisely even ( yeah I checked) but it is so fucking short. When I left it wasn't the same; I put on a fake smile and gave her the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">obligatory</span> hug after the tip but this time the cheater feels cheated. I don't think I like this feeling --- cheating isn't all it's cracked up to be. </div>Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-63399061158599516012009-02-01T07:42:00.006-05:002009-02-01T08:20:04.560-05:00Typhoid MommiesWhat is it with parents who insist on sending their child to school knowing they are miserably sick and contagious? This past Monday I had 3 kids who were so sick that they had to call for parent pick up.<br /><br />1) One little girl was coughing, hacking, draining, sneezing, and crying she felt so bad - her mother is a stay-at-home-mom.<br /><br />2) A boy announced right off the bat that his mommy told him he was too sick to be at school but she an appointment and would be checking him out after lunch - this mommy was so proud of her "new nails" that she felt compelled to take off her shoes and show off her freshly painted nails to the school nurse when she picked up her son with the 102 fever.<br /><br />My favorite:<br /><br />3) This little girl was sitting at my work table with 4 other kids when she leaned in and said, "I just pooed my pants a little. This has been happening all weekend! At least I haven't started throwing up yet" - come to find out her two sisters who attend the same school AND mommy were all at home sick with a stomach bug. So why in the hell did mommy send little "Adrianne" to school? Because her best friend in class was bringing cupcakes to lunch for her birthday and mommy didn't want her to miss her friend's birthday - but she would not be at school on Tuesday.<br /><br />Rest assured "Mommy" got a call to drag her ass right back to school to pick up daughter and a plastic bag with little Adrianne's stinking, soiled clothes (we keep cleans ones for such an occasion). I intentionally didn't tie the bag tight or rinse them out in hopes Mommy got a really good whiff and puked her damn guts out all over the front seat of her new mini-van.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.webwhispers.org/newspics/may04/TyphoidMary.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://www.webwhispers.org/newspics/may04/TyphoidMary.jpg" border="0" /></a>Oh. My. God. By Thursday half of the class was snotty, drippy, hacky, and shitty. I understand there are times when it is really hard for a working parent or one in school them self to make arrangements for their sick child. I feel sorry for those parents and will do whatever I can to make it easier on them - and of course any sick child. However, these three parents were being irresponsible, selfish, and just plain stupid. I hope each of the sick kids is feeling all better and back in class in the morning - and I hope every one of their parents have spent their whole damn weekend sick in bed.Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-3518915550468023322009-01-19T11:03:00.003-05:002009-01-19T11:08:59.767-05:00Good Riddens W<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpC3GPlO9_U">TANKS IN MY MEMORY - Bye, George</a><br />Best. Video. Ever.Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-38920313323658767492009-01-17T08:16:00.005-05:002009-01-17T10:04:36.133-05:00Hope<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeZ3VSLcinFVd5fVyDPqcYXxUlSh92hq74X7Hg49JDP7774GeDXxRhKu7bt2xwfZ8n408nHE1WtLDgIBwiK-jXDUxs86j7-hwMHQPx-WmXMhkwAjTO3VhtxGaum6t5oBamY6Ovg/s1600-h/hope.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292251830760086274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeZ3VSLcinFVd5fVyDPqcYXxUlSh92hq74X7Hg49JDP7774GeDXxRhKu7bt2xwfZ8n408nHE1WtLDgIBwiK-jXDUxs86j7-hwMHQPx-WmXMhkwAjTO3VhtxGaum6t5oBamY6Ovg/s320/hope.jpg" border="0" /></a>A picture, or painting in this case, speaks volumes. After 8 years of mis-leadership, countless scandals, extreme partisanship, reckless spending, and vulgar abuse of power America is going to be graced with Hope. <br /><br />When I look at the utter mess this country is in, I realize just how insanely self-serving and utterly disgusting Republicans, in particular the ones in charge, can be. But it's not soley Bush & ilk's fault America is in this state, I lay most of the blame at the feet of the fools - there I said it - who re-elected the Bush Administration for a second term. The ones with the <em><strong>real </strong></em>power in this country, the American voters, were the ones who ultimately gave this clusterfuck of power hungry assholes another term, and they gave it to them on a silver platter along with a blank check. All I can say to those who cast a vote for <strong>W </strong>in 2004 is that you brought the hard times on yourself. And for the rest of us, well, we just have to deal with the fallout from your mistake.<br /><br />So is there Hope for the future of this country? It sure seems that way. Hope that the troops in Iraq will finally be coming back home where they belong. Hope that the poor and the middle class in this country will be offered decent health care, education, and equal rights. Hope that eventually this country will once again prosper and gain back the respect lost as a result of the greedy, arrogant Bush Administration. It feels good to be optimistic about the future of this country. More importantly it feels good just knowing that in 3 days, 1 hour, and 55 minutes (but who's counting?) that Hope will be official.Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-22147203487626588372009-01-13T06:12:00.005-05:002009-01-13T06:46:12.606-05:00The length of a man's ring finger may predict his...<div>...<em>success as a financial trader. Researchers at the University of Cambridge in England report that men with longer ring fingers, compared to their index fingers, tended to be more successful in the frantic high-frequency trading in the London financial district.</em> This according to a <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090112/ap_on_sc/sci_financial_finger">Yahoo News article </a>on a study from PNAS: <a href="http://www.pnas.org/">http://www.pnas.org/</a>. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Qcc0yTgWjHy76uE8nu6MZFq407C8x1YCO6HTYsHkHKHiQ-GyjEkINg9XI-BqBsxOgrIlFfGhuZlaqtfpmTVYk1XdQ35EUhEE7mgEAyIY076pEJ1PeWn49rrP5-Kv9xvWYOyJeQ/s1600-h/handruler.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290743211412263058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Qcc0yTgWjHy76uE8nu6MZFq407C8x1YCO6HTYsHkHKHiQ-GyjEkINg9XI-BqBsxOgrIlFfGhuZlaqtfpmTVYk1XdQ35EUhEE7mgEAyIY076pEJ1PeWn49rrP5-Kv9xvWYOyJeQ/s400/handruler.jpg" border="0" /></a>Forgive me if I'm wrong (inherently wrong in this case) but isn't it supposed to be that the length of a man's fingers was in<em>dic</em>ative (giggles) of the size of his <a href="http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/442389">penis</a>? Is there a correlation between the two that a man with long fingers can pick winning stocks and is hung? So how exactly does this apply to me? I can tell you, I happen to have rather long fingers and for a while my account was up about 30%. Today, however, if you were privy to my Scottrade IRA account you'd see that the account has shrunk -- considerably dammit. But the last time I checked, like a few seconds ago, Pookie Jr. was still the same - no shrinkage detected. And, it's cold as all get out this morning. Enough said. </div>Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-39777176047343412272009-01-11T06:30:00.013-05:002009-01-11T08:02:22.265-05:00Fugly china, pink sharks, over zealous professors. Oh my.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1GhZynqjOVIGZOEUzmx49KXoZjq7VwA59GHBXQYE0hXVn2Jf0Z4zbvXdVw8kVbrVwnFCExpznyvtCFerVRn69MJTvox6M6GeqpIE4FNm5epOePeGI776bUcfeh4TY1LiOMk_itA/s1600-h/boring.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290007817957722882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1GhZynqjOVIGZOEUzmx49KXoZjq7VwA59GHBXQYE0hXVn2Jf0Z4zbvXdVw8kVbrVwnFCExpznyvtCFerVRn69MJTvox6M6GeqpIE4FNm5epOePeGI776bUcfeh4TY1LiOMk_itA/s200/boring.jpg" border="0" /></a>This pisses me off. Call me crazy, but the last time I checked this country was in a recession and we were supposed to be cutting back on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">frivolities</span>. So why the need for <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/01/07/AR2009010702829.html">almost half a </a><a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/01/07/AR2009010702829.html">million dollars worth of butt-ugly china </a>for the White House? Yea, I know it's "donated" by the White House Historical Association but get real, there is a time and place for everything. Blatant excess during a time of national crisis is almost as vulgar as the current occupants them selves. And <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OMG...</span> the Magnolia-Blossom "every day" china is just plain awful. Has Laura Bush no taste at all and did she even check Macy's Cellar for a far more attractive and much less expensive option? I did and I'm not a president's wife (thank God) - So there.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9b1B8Fbux5Wx8pqINy0ZzVE7ksBwd23CHUyT3c8S_TzKVvHRWGgjKh9IJYWB_DjNS2lIjSaAZpC-n-X8z8R3j4bfqGGLxpySHJa5t4p87aOieK76LsK6090QM3cdrYRxyuFv6cw/s1600-h/pinkshark.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290011574952704450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9b1B8Fbux5Wx8pqINy0ZzVE7ksBwd23CHUyT3c8S_TzKVvHRWGgjKh9IJYWB_DjNS2lIjSaAZpC-n-X8z8R3j4bfqGGLxpySHJa5t4p87aOieK76LsK6090QM3cdrYRxyuFv6cw/s200/pinkshark.jpg" border="0" /></a>As the proud owner of almost 2,000 s.f of laminate flooring (I chose laminate over wood because of the dog) I feel it only fair to give props to one of the best new gadgets to hit the market. I introduce the <a href="http://www.target.com/Euro-Pro-Shark-Steam-Mop/dp/B001ASP3S0/sr=1-3/qid=1231676703/ref=sr_1_3/179-3385877-9544446?ie=UTF8&index=target&rh=k%3Asteamer%20mop&page=1">Euro Pro Shark Steam Mop in Gayest Pink</a>. Being a poor, struggling student, this Christmas was all about being practical. That and I have more shit than I know what to do with so I didn't need or want anything to wash, iron, or dust. I was telling T that I saw a commercial for this little beauty and how the lady mopping her wood floors made it look so easy. She was all smiles and giggles and shit as she pumped her steamer and set about the daunting task of cleaning her floors. Well, I am a sucker for cleaning gadgets so I dashed to the local Target to see what the fuss was all about. As soon as I saw it was OK for wood, tile , <strong>and</strong> laminate floors, I was sold. Let me tell you that this is the single best $79 I have spent in a long time. It is really simple to use and it cleans like nothing I have ever seen. This poor <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">students</span> floors haven't been so shiny since the day they were installed and it's safe for them. I highly recommend the Pink Shark. It works great on laminate as well as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">porous</span> and smooth tile - and it is perfectly gay in color and design.<br /><br />My first online class in my new Master's program is officially opened. I got the textbooks last week - saved over $225 by ordering from Amazon thank you very much - and for once had even read ahead for the class. Seeing as I've changed majors from counseling to instructional leadership I had no clue what to expect. So the class opened on Friday and much to my dismay I found out that the professor - who refers to himself as Dr. and "facilitator" which was a clue this was not going to be pretty - I spent literally 3 hours reading and re-reading this guy's version of a syllabus. Let me be the first to congradulate Dr. Facilitator X on his recent Phd , he earned it. But like so many other recent Phd's has has the ego to go with it. Why is it that a tenured professor is typically laid back and tries to make the outline of a course simple, while the adjunct professor, or Dr. Facilitator in this case, has to make everything as difficult to understand as possible? Like I said, I am real proud for you that you have your Phd and your credentials are most impressive, but your bedside manner, if you will, for this class leaves to be desired. Nothing makes sense at all.<br /><br />There are lecture notes in the first module which pick up in one six weeks later and then direct you back to the original week only to send you to module three for a paragraph. Give me a fucking break already. Just copy/paste all the information and put it in one location. The expectations of the class are equally as ambiguous. Granted proficiency in APA writing is a given - this is grad school afterall - but why the need to inform your students on how proficient <strong>you</strong> are, Dr. Facilitator X? Just tell your class what is expected and then grade the damn work! K? I've a feeling that this is going to be a very long seven week course.<br /><br />I suppose this will be all for this update. I've got another chapter to read and then a 2,500 word mini-essay due by 5:00 tomorrow. The story of my life for the past two years - research and write. And why did I want to blog again - because I don't write enough??????Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-16330409626920676282009-01-05T18:30:00.005-05:002009-01-05T18:47:29.340-05:00Bounce, squeal, bounce, squeal<a href="http://www.happyjump.com/images/prod_756_orig.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://www.happyjump.com/images/prod_756_orig.jpg" border="0" /></a> What kind of parent buys their kids a personal inflatable jump <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">house</span>? The kind that lives directly behind my house. apparently We woke up Christmas morning to see a similar-looking monstrosity <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">leering</span> over the fence and hoped it was a rental. Oh but hell no. I'm afraid this thing is here to stay. It blows up in a few minutes and it stays up ALL DAY LONG. EVERY DAY.<br /><br />I wonder how long before a kid grows tired of such a thing. A month?Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-17924254268623446232009-01-03T07:12:00.002-05:002009-01-03T07:45:48.868-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Procrastination is like masturbation. At first it feels good, but in the end you're only screwing yourself. ~Author Unknown</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br />I put it off for far too long - a year now, but over the winter break I made the decision to change majors from Psychology/Counseling to Education. While this may seem like a drastic leap from one extreme to another, it really isn't because in either regard I will be helping someone - something I've always longed to do. All it really took was a few advanced courses and several hundred pages of research to show me that I would find little reward in marital counseling or God-forbid career counseling. I far prefer the reward that comes from looking into a students eyes when they "get it" - be it reading or mathematics. <br /><br />Quite honestly, I have come to accept that I have more patience coaching a six year old to accept learn something new than I ever would with an adult. A child genuinely wants to better them self, while many adults spend their entire lives avoiding change. <br /><br />All this said, I look forward to Monday morning to getting back into the classroom and seeing my class of 18 kids. I've missed their smiles and their emerging personalities and on some scale I've even missed their fearless attitudes and all of the drama that goes along with first grade. There is never a boring day in elementary school - the same cannot be said for adulthood.Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-35585003926066256932009-01-02T09:18:00.003-05:002009-01-02T09:46:04.749-05:00Resurrection<em><span style="font-size:85%;">I tell you everything that is really nothing, and nothing of what is everything, do not be fooled by what I am saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I am not saying. ~Charles C. Finn</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br />It has been almost two years since I've posted on this blog and looking back I'm not really sure why I stopped. Perhaps it was just time. Even though I've not updated it, I've visited it several times a week - along with those blogs I link to but as a lurker. It seems as if the time has come to revisit why I ever started <em>inherently wrong</em> to begin with and why, at this stage in my life, I feel compelled to re-enter the world of blogging. One possible reason is that over Thanksgiving, through the six degrees of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">separation</span>, I found out that I had a real-life connection to one of my all time favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bloggers</span>, <a href="http://whereisgoodservice.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Fightin</span>' Mad Mary</a>. As it turns out, my step-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">niece</span> is married to a former co-worker of Mary. Talk about a small world. Anyway, this newly discovered connection planted the seed in my mind that I should <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">thinking</span> about blogging again.<br /><br />So a lot has changed in my life over the past two years. I've cheated death, gone back to school and gotten a 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nd</span> degree, and am currently working towards my third. One day, when - if - I grow up, I will be doing something rewarding for very little pay. Time will tell. For now I will just relish in my life as a middle-aged, struggling student. I wouldn't have it any other way.<br /><br />Happy New Year to us all.Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-60113976096693356472007-03-20T15:37:00.000-05:002007-03-20T15:38:21.384-05:00oopsieI THINK YOU'RE THE FATHER OF ONE OF MY KIDS...<br /><br />A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him. She says hello.<br />He's rather taken a back because he can't place where he knows her from. So he says, "Do you know me?"<br /> <br />To which she replies, "I think you're the father of one of my kids."<br /><br />Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, "My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery???" <br /><br />She looks into his eyes and says calmly, "No, I'm your son's teacher."Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-10124240581765147552007-03-16T17:50:00.000-05:002007-03-16T18:07:23.227-05:00Best facial everYesterday I got the single best facial I've had since living in Atlanta and Saks had their salon/spa. <br /><br />For $90 I got a men's deep cleansing & refining which consisted of: a starter mask & massage, Micro-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dermabrasion</span> followed by a full-face 25% g<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lycolic</span> acid peel, a lifting facial massage, pore extraction, and a 10 minute foot massage while the final mask of "secret healing herbs and minerals" was drying. Cap it all off with a Rosemary & Lemon toner/spritz and you have 90 minutes of sheer bliss. If I were rich I'd have one of these every week. <br /><br />If anyone knows of a good toner/<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">astringent</span> that doesn't mess up a spray tan let me know. I love that super-clean feeling but not at the risk of ruining a $25 tan.Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-74540316529825055602007-01-25T08:25:00.000-05:002007-01-25T08:37:39.593-05:00Parody on a large scaleThe <em>alleged</em> ex-gay blogger, singer, and humorist <a href="http://www.lovegodsway.org/">Donnie Davies </a>is making all kinds of noise in blogger world. His <a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=1802175110">The Bible Says </a> aka God Hates a Fag video has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">succeeded</span> in exposing the ex-gay movement for what it is -- a joke.<br /><br />Exposing fundamentalist <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fascists</span> one asshole at a time.Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-15302855719664746462007-01-11T18:21:00.000-05:002007-01-11T18:23:41.638-05:00Something to ponderDespite what you may have seen on the streets, the following combinations DO NOT go together and should be avoided:<br /><br />1. A nose ring and bifocals<br /><br />2. Spiked hair and bald spots<br /><br />3. A pierced tongue and dentures<br /><br />4 Miniskirts and support hose<br /><br />5. Ankle bracelets and corn pads<br /><br />6. Speedo's and cellulite<br /><br />7. A belly button ring and a gall bladder surgery scar<br /><br />8. Unbuttoned disco shirts and a heart monitor<br /><br />9. Midriff shirts and a midriff bulge<br /><br />10. Bikinis and liver spots<br /><br />11. Short shorts and varicose veins<br /><br />12. Inline skates and a walker<br /><br />And last, but not least...<br /><br />13. 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Blah Blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah.Blah, blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah, terrorists.Blah, blah blah blah blah.<br /><br />Blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah terrorists, blah blah blah blah blah blah.<br /><br />Thank you and good night.Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-48118048706650652642007-01-03T18:42:00.000-05:002008-12-12T20:35:11.044-05:00new year....start....attitude....treasures foundCheers to those left who still stop by! I trust you all had a safe and enjoyable holiday. May 2007 find you in good health; spirits; and your homes filled with love.<br /><br /><br /><br />Christmas was for me a quiet and emotional time. It started out hectic and fun-filled. Lot's of dinners, parties and such. Then about 1/2 way through my old friends stress & depression stopped by for an extended visit and I slowed on down the festivities. All in all it was a very nice holiday. Spent time with the family <span style="font-size:78%;">(a little extra <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Xanax</span> for that one)</span> and some of our relatively drama-free friends. During the ups and downs of it all I did a lot of thinking, perhaps too much truthfully, and without even trying have started the new year off productively and in a very good emotional place.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDvly0X6m3PJHz3YJs37OTA_khCQ007UCdAczEIxvepp2jZKwB6wErEJNhF7T0gmJNmz97OEIzuHNWOEQDrPN0Iv-1Sqqny8778cl7dfe8hRCryHJOM8w95eZ0GgZ1roOeXql8w/s1600-h/inno.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015957690192394226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="164" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDvly0X6m3PJHz3YJs37OTA_khCQ007UCdAczEIxvepp2jZKwB6wErEJNhF7T0gmJNmz97OEIzuHNWOEQDrPN0Iv-1Sqqny8778cl7dfe8hRCryHJOM8w95eZ0GgZ1roOeXql8w/s320/inno.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a>A couple of my favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">sussies</span> this year was the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pioneer-Portable-XM2go-Radio-Player/dp/B000E3ZFSA"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">inno</span></a> from T and one that I bought myself, a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">cd</span>: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00000J600/105-1446576-7395614">Ultra-Lounge: Wild, Cool & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Swingin</span>' - Artist Series Vol 3 w/Mrs. Miller.</a> The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">inno</span> is amazing. Works like a charm and can be used in the car, at home, or like a normal mp3 player. So far I've found nothing about it that I don't like. And well the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">CD</span> is something else all together. It's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">bizarre</span>, disturbing, and makes me laugh out loud. What more can I say? Do <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">yourself</span> a favor and listen to the audio clips. I'm, actually thinking of throwing a small party around this particular <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">CD</span>. Tacky & <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">bizarre</span> food, decor, and of course Mrs. Miller hitting the right notes at all the wrong times. I'll keep ya posted if I proceed with this.<br /><br />During my recent soul searching and cleansing of the spirit I got some work done around my place that was long overdue and hovering over my head like a dark cloud. My office is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">officially</span> as organized as it could be. I spent an entire day going through files and setting up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">my</span> 2006 tax folder -- all ready for the CPA -- and going through boxes in the office closet. I had more shit in that closet. Boxes of stuff that I've moved a 1/2 dozen times and several boxes of stuff that was my dad's. It was actually a lot of fun sorting through things from youth and a lot of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">stuff</span> from my dad's youth and military days. Also, I found a cigar box full of recipes from my paternal grandmother which I'm going to put into book form for select members of the family -- as time permits. So I'm feeling pretty good about things for the time being.<br /><br /><br />Classes start on Monday and I really can't wait to get started. I've got an advanced algebra class and a "psychological art class" which is supposed to look at controversial art through the ages in relation to the human <span style="font-size:78%;">(fucked up)</span> mind. What I'm expecting is to read about how since the beginning of time fundamentalist <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Christians</span> have always hated and feared that which stimulates their delicate (and rather limited) <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">sensibilities</span>. I'll let ya know.<br /><br /><br />OK, it's time for confession:<br /><br />In the past two weeks I've...<br /><br />...smoked a lot more than I'd like<br />...wanted to smoke pot but never did<br />...felt like getting really drunk but didn't<br />...watched 8 episodes of Friday Night Lights on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Internet</span> back to back<br />...played way too many hours of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Internet</span> video games<br />...lied to get out of having dinner with my mom<br />...had sex - once<br />...thought seriously about saying fuck-it and just moving away<br />...had countless impure thoughts about many people <span style="font-size:78%;">- perhaps if I had sex more than once every two seeks......????</span><br />...swore I'd never put up another <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Christmas</span> tree to have to take down<br />...paid in advance for weekly house keeping service<br />...watched too many <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">DVDs</span> from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Netflix</span> to count<br />...wanted to cry but couldn't<br />...wanted to hit someone but didn't<br />...took great pleasure in saying fuck<br />...didn't make a single new years resolution<br />...fell asleep at 10:45 on New Year's Eve<br />...became hooked on this guys music: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/beruit">Beirut</a> big time<br />...decided to post on this blog but only when I really feel like it<br /><br />So there we have my holiday season in a nut shell. Not too bad. <br /><br />Sending out hugs & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">lovin</span>,<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Pookie</span>Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-37116478881745938842006-12-24T12:08:00.000-05:002008-12-12T20:35:11.220-05:00Merry Whatever-you-celebrate<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51UkWK00j9RWFPenQ2H8OTDc5b8VkWVIOqr3HkRE0wrTBXJH0HAwvvh_5ieKZoeRuVfedZ8XZ6GbIX_ij6SVISfxNy0MzQAbALv5VmtOD33BotZzDFrOcPTrfYsQun22jAnK9sg/s1600-h/003448010.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012141685276498146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="224" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51UkWK00j9RWFPenQ2H8OTDc5b8VkWVIOqr3HkRE0wrTBXJH0HAwvvh_5ieKZoeRuVfedZ8XZ6GbIX_ij6SVISfxNy0MzQAbALv5VmtOD33BotZzDFrOcPTrfYsQun22jAnK9sg/s400/003448010.gif" width="293" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-1166872952575314822006-12-23T06:22:00.000-05:002006-12-23T06:22:32.586-05:00<b>The Magic of Christmas</b><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/eGYTrXDF2DU"></param><embed src="http://youtube.com/v/eGYTrXDF2DU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br>May everyone have a magical little Christmas!Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-1165409675987048932006-12-06T07:54:00.000-05:002006-12-06T07:56:29.723-05:00Fond Christmas Memories<b>Female Trouble - Dawns Xmas Present</b><br /><object style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="202" width="297"><param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/FHHeGcD6o_E"><embed src="http://youtube.com/v/FHHeGcD6o_E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br />Merry Christmas to one and all.Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-1164897519223983492006-11-30T09:33:00.000-05:002006-11-30T09:59:54.333-05:00I've moved...And Blogger won't let me post the address???? WTF? Three times I've tried to upload the link. Talk about pissing on your territory. At some point I may share Part II of this blog still on Blogger but for now it's all mine.<br /><br /><a href="http://blog.myspace.com/chappy1965">http://blog.myspace.com/chappy1965</a><br /><br />Cio for now.Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-1162415205200887572006-11-01T15:44:00.000-05:002006-11-12T11:24:06.893-05:00Lauderdale in a nut shellBabs was amazing. Girlfriend has still got it going on at 64. Her voice is as clear as it was 20 years ago and she looks fabulous. I admit to being a bit hesitant when hearing that Il Divo would be performing with her but they in fact complimented her. It was a brilliant show that I highly recommend to anyone. And like Barbara said to the (asshole Republican) heckler during the political skit -- don't come to the show if you disagree with my politics, just buy my music.<br /><br />Ft. Lauderdale is really a very pretty place. I was expecting it to be much bigger; over-populated; and dirty like so many other larger cities but found it to be very charming. The shopping at Sawgrass Mills is to die for. Saks, Neimans, <em>and</em> Nordstrom CLEARANCE centers? Who knew such a thing? I managed to do a little damage and for very little money. The best bargains I saw were at Neiman's Last Call; a D&G sweater for $60 and an Armani suit for $280!?! Too bad neither were in my size. I did find a few cool shirts; a Lacoste sweater; and some shorts on clearance so it was all good.<br /><br />After being gone for 5 nights I am glad to be home. There is nothing like sleeping in my own bed and using my own shower. And seeing my honey after 5 days was awesome. He was so sweet and detailed my car for me while I was gone and had cleaned the house to near perfection. Add to this he had a wonderful dinner cooking by the time I pulled into the driveway. I just love me some T.<br /><br />Well, I have a little over an hour to grab some coffee for the road and drive across the city for class so I'm outta here. I have an exam the first 1/2 of class so wish me luck.<br /><br />Huggers!Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-1161978681096137922006-10-27T14:47:00.000-05:002006-10-27T14:51:21.096-05:00309It should be a while before I see doctor Death<br />So, it would sure would be nice if I could get my breath<br />Well, I'm not the cryin', nor the whinin' kind<br />'til I hear the whistle of the 309, of the 309, of the 309<br />Put me in my box on the 309<br /><br />Take me to the depot, put me to bed<br />Blow an electric fan on my gnarly ol' head<br />Everybody take a look, see, I'm doin' fine<br />Then load my box on the 309<br />On the 309, on the 309<br />Put me in my box on the 309<br /><br />Hey, sweet baby, kiss me hard<br />Draw my bath water, sweep my yard<br />Give a drink of my wine to my jersey cow<br />I wouldn't give a hoot-and-nail for my journey now<br />On the 309, on the 309<br /><br />I hear the sound of a railroad train<br />The whistle blows and I'm gone again<br />Hitman, take me higher than a Georgia pine<br />Stand back children, it's the 309<br />It's the 309, it's the 309<br />Put me in my box on the 309<br /><br />A chicken in the pot and turkey in the corn<br />Ain't felt this good since Jubilee morn'<br />Talk about luck, well, I got mine<br />Asthma comin' down like the 309<br />*haaaaaaaa.....*<br /><br />Write me a letter, sing me a song<br />Tell me all about it, what I did wrong<br />Meanwhile, I will be doin' fine<br />Then load my box on the 309<br />On the 309, on the 309<br />Gonna get outta here on the 309Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-1161977928892162792006-10-27T14:15:00.000-05:002006-10-27T14:38:49.740-05:00Hey ya'll and all that stuffSo I'm sitting here in a coffee shop over at the beach and there are all these folks from Georgia here for the game tomorrow -- Florida vs. Georgia in Jacksonville for those not in the know.<br /><br />Anyway, it's been 11 years since I lived in Georgia and seeing so many of these people together in one location is a lot like going back in time. There's this rich, refined southern accent in the air that I'm not used to any more and I've just realized that I sort of miss it. *Sort of* -- Not enough to ever move back but just enough to appreciate my roots. The few people I've talked to have asked me where I'm from and when I reply "Georgia" they act surprised. I guess I've lost my accent and seeing as Floridians don't have an accent to speak of I'm sitting here wondering who do I sound like now?<br /><br />Oh well, after a few drinks and a couple of hours of chatting with these folks I'm sure I'll pick some of it back for for a while at least.<br /><br />Sunday we fly down to Ft. Lauderdale to see Babs. We're going to the Monday night show and I'm getting really excited. I forgot to <span style="font-size:78%;">purposely</span> didn't bring a "nice shirt" or slacks so I'm going to have to find some little something to wear to the show. Dammit ;-) I don't do Tommy Bahamas so shopping around here is out of the question. What does one wear to a Barbara Streisand concert I wonder.<br /><br />Anyhoo, hope everyone has a great weekend and GO GATORS!Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-1161601636322753982006-10-23T05:40:00.000-05:002006-10-23T06:12:03.146-05:00Grab a shovel and a Rosary<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/1253/1600/RIP.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/1253/200/RIP.0.jpg" width="160" border="0" /></a><br />The Blog graveyard is filling up and there ain't a damn thing we can do about it. I'd send cyber flowers with a lovely card but that doesn't seem appropriate. When someone makes the decision to axe their blog we have to respect it. We don't have to like it but we gotta respect it.<br /><br /><br /><br />Sangrocito: <a href="http://razingborders.blogspot.com/">Razing Borders</a> and <a href="http://sangroncito.blogspot.com/">Sangrocito's World</a>: Your adventures and insite inspired and awed me. I wish you the very best from the bottom of my heart.<br /><br /><a accesskey="1" href="http://silvervolvo.typepad.com/soup_du_jour_of_the_day/">Soup du Jour of the Day</a>: At least I sleep beside you every night so I know all your secrets. At least I <em>better</em> know all your secrets.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.thedangerousman.com/">The Dangerous Man</a> and his RL love <a href="http://www.thedangerousman.com/dangermouse/">Danger Mouse</a>: The cutest couple in the UK. I wish you both all the love; joy; and tenderness in the world. May your relationship always be blessed.<br /><br /><a href="http://petuniamcgillicuddyshelloworld.blogspot.com/">Petunia McGillicuddy</a>: Petunia who can turn the world on with her smile, wherever you are I hope you're happy, healthy, and loved.<br /><br /><a href="http://grans-on-bran.blogspot.com/">Gran's on Bran</a>: May life bring you everything rich in love, health, and happiness. You deserve it.<br /><br /><a href="http://gaymadhousewife.blogspot.com/">Gay Mad Housewife</a>: You vanished long ago but your sharp-as-a-knife humor lingers forever. Best of luck where ever you are.<br /><br /><a href="http://itsthatmattguy.blogspot.com/">ThatMattGuy</a>: Young, cute, smart, funny and MIA. Whatever you're doing I hope it's fun.<br /><br /><a href="http://neuroticranting.blogspot.com/">Neurotic Gay Teen</a>: Relish in your youth; wisdom; and talents. There are many of us rooting for you. Take care.<br /><br /><a href="http://beer-notes.blogspot.com/">Beer Notes</a>: Poetry. Experience. Humor. Passion. It's all being directed to a new life. Thomas, I hope you're well and living large.Pookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14000694.post-1161599071143059202006-10-23T05:21:00.000-05:002006-10-23T05:24:31.170-05:00Godspeed, Doris<a href="http://grans-on-bran.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-swansong.html">Parting is such sweet sorrow</a>. An inspiration; humorist; kind-hearted; talented; helluva fine woman has said goodbye to the blogging world. Doris, you'll be sorely missed. <br /><br />Huggers - PookiePookie65http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775364748271739684noreply@blogger.com3