Finbar has no stock worries... (see previous post)

Stocks In The Wind (sorry Elton)


Good-bye, 401K, though I never spent you at all
You once had the grace to hold your value
While brokers around you bawled.

It seems to me you lived your life like a balance on a sheet
Now I don't know what to cling to as the tears set in.
I would have liked to 've spent you but I was just a kid.
Your earnings crapped out long before my need for you ever did

Penniless is tough, the toughest role you ever played.
My broker created a plan but pain was the price I paid.
Even when you died all the press still hounded you.
All the papers had to say was that it's China's fault you dived.

It seems to me you lived your life like a balance on a sheet
Now I don't know what to cling to as the tears set in.
I would have liked to 've spent you but I was just a kid.
Your earnings crapped out long before my need for you ever did.

Good-bye, 401K, though I never spent you at all
You once had the grace to hold your value
While brokers around you bawled.

Good-bye, 401K, from the woman who cries tears
For my money, my future and my hope for some decent golden years.

It seems to me you lived your life like a balance on a sheet.
I would have liked to 've spent you but I was just a kid.

Your earnings crapped out long before my need for you ever did.
Your earnings crapped out long before my need for you ever did.

In the future everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes. Andy Warhol

And you know what?

After watching the media circus surrounding Anna Nicole Smith's body and Britney Spears wig-out, so to speak...I think 15 minutes of fame is all anyone can take before becoming totally nuts.

Let's have a show of hands.

Does anyone think that Anna Nicole wanted to be buried any place other than next to her son in the Bahamas?

Does anyone find it interesting that her mother Virgie only cries or gets confused when the question of "money" comes up?

Would you want that judge to preside over anything, anywhere at anytime that related to you?

Does anyone know on what channel his new The Comic Judge show will air?

How decomposed should a body be before being lowered into the dirt?

Anyone else investing in crematorium stock now?

(And remember this is just the beginning...there's the who gets the money; the who's the baby's father; the dig up Daniel and bring him back to Texas twist and what else lies ahead?)

I’m happy to hear that Anna Nicole has been embalmed.

I was lying awake at night wondering when they’d finally do it and now that they have, I just hope no one steals the corpse like they did with Eva Peron.

The news lately is so bizarre it almost seems like fiction.

Now that Britney has sheared her head so that her drapes match her carpet, eBay is selling her hair, Bic lighter and can of Red Bull for one million dollars. What a deal!

I guess Brit will continue to dabble in the ridiculous and the dangerous until she ends up a younger version of Anna Nicole.

All she needs now is an aged billionaire boyfriend, 82 baby daddies, a trunk full of drugs and some portable barf bags.

Money can buy you micro-sized dogs and macro-sized earrings, but it can’t buy you respectability or class.

It can, however buy you Brit’s hair extensions and lots of loving devoted fathers for your baby if you choose to die early.

Wake up girl or your wake is next.

Changes

Blogger made me change to the new Blogger. I don't much like being forced to change. I always wonder, what was wrong with the old Blogger? What will be worse with the new Blogger? I had to change or give up my blog, so they win, but I have to be one of the last holdouts, for which I'm proud. ( The tattletale flag still is among the missing too.)

Husband got up at 2 am to go to work to pick up a limo bus to take him to the airport for an early flight. At 10 AM I get a call, he'd gone all the way to the airport and it was a madhouse...no plane was there for them, it was stuck somewhere so the flight was cancelled.

Back to work he went, thinking he wouldn't have to go to the meeting--then he got a call saying new arrangements had been made and he'd be traveling with the president of the company, in his limo and flying first class!

So, off he went again...this time with much sexier flight arrangements than before.

There are people in his company who would die to be a traveling companion of the president's!

When he gets to his destination he'll have been up for one day, 24 hours...and will he be able to fall into bed? No, there's a big party going on waiting for the pres ( and now husband) to get in..hahahha. I find this hilarious.

Someone loves me... Can't wait for my PAMAtini tonight, oh Mama Mia!
The heart box of chocolates gets me every time. xoxoxoxo to all

Happy Valentine's Day Everyone

I know it's tomorrow, but what I don't know is if my computer is going to make it to tomorrow. It's been acting mighty odd the past few days: sputtering, moaning, whining, sluggish, -- actually it's been acting a lot like me.

Can a computer get a cold? We know it can get a virus, but I think mine's got a cold. Not totally down and out, but not up to par. Again, just like me.

I am leaving my beloved yet ailing computer soon to go downstairs and make a large batch of meatballs. Then I am going to saute a large batch of green peppers with sliced garlic. Then when husband comes home with fresh grinder rolls, I'm going to have a meatball grinder which I've been dying for.

I will make enough so that I can eat it every day until I get tired of eating it, as husband's off soon on a business trip to Vegas and I'll be recuperating from the damn cold and eating lots of meatballs to make myself feel better. Meatballs and bread...such a good combination. Maybe I'll melt cheese on the top too. Maybe I'll chop up a sweet onion, very fine, and some fresh parsley and sprinkle that on the top. I might open that nice Pinot Noir I've got downstairs also.

I can't believe he gets to go to Vegas, the man who's said numerous times: I'd rather shovel shit than ever go to Las Vegas. Well, he has no choice he has to go. I know he'll want to crab about his time there, but I'll have to remind him what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

I will also force this non-gambling guy (hates it with such a passion you'd expect he was raised by a couple of no account gamblers) to play the slots for me. I of course love gambling within reason. And for good reason. The few times I've ever gambled I've won a little bit of money which I've put into my pocket and kept. I never once had the urge to put it back into the slots or more scratch off tickets for example. I've counted it and said, hey came here with $20 and leaving with $100.

I didn't finish this before and now I can brag all meatballs are cooked. I cheat, I use a cookie scoop to make my meatballs...they're round enough for me and easy on the hands.

I also make a lot so I can freeze some and have them on a day when I don't feel like fussing. Now if only a genie would clean my kitchen I'd curl up with a book.

Finbar and Tripper in the coveted green chair, no other chair will do. No blanket, sofa, bed or other cozy place is as good as the old green chair.

Here's to Vermont!!!

I promise to use real Vermont maple syrup on my pancakes from this day forward if Vermont will pass the recently introduced Gay Marriage Bill.

Vermont, first to pass the civil union law, would be the second state ( after Mass.) to stand up for civil rights and drop the semantics of civil union, and call a marriage a marriage, no matter what hoo hoos and haa haas are involved.

Way to go Vermont!!

PS

I was half listening to a TV show this morning, I think on CNN where a Republican candidate was talking about how exiting Iraq would be deleterious to the stability of the middle east..nothing too unusual about that except he was pronouncing deleterious like this: dil LEE tree us. Anyone hear the show and know who he is?

The Shock of it All!

Just when I thought there could be nothing more shocking than an astronaut, cum diaper, driving across the country to confront the other woman, I hear the news.

Anna Nicole Smith died! How shocking!!

Not really.

That woman has looked drugged-up for years; her eyelids are permanently at half-mast and her eyes are as vacant as a Connecticut condo pool in January.

Anna’s gone; her son’s gone so I hope to hell someone respectable will raise her daughter or we’ll be blogging about her daughter in the future.

It’s always the kids who suffer because of loony parents.

Why do people have kids that they have no intentions of raising? Why don’t they just rent them for special occasions?

Then I wouldn’t have to worry so much about the poor little ones I see today, over-indulged and under loved.

It: Depends



It was the diaper part that got to me.



Sure it’s a bit nuts to go out and buy pepper spray, a BB gun, a new steel mallet, knife and rubber tubing, plus rubber gloves and garbage bags to take with you to meet up with your paramour’s other woman, but to put on diapers? No, she’s definitely not in her right mind.



Astronaut Lisa Nowak proved that she was a real space cadet by snapping on her Depends, so that she wouldn’t have to stop to take a pee as she drove hundreds of miles to meet up with Air Force Captain, Colleen Shipman, the object of her jealousy.



Newspapers report the police seized two wet diapers in Nowak’s car plus a trench coat, wig and make-up. (a very disturbing mental image, no?)



Nowak needs some big-time therapy as she obviously is coming from some other planet.



If you asked me if I thought she was a raving lunatic or just a woman in love, I’d have to say: “Depends.”

I'm hiding....leave me alone or....












I'll hit you.








I have days like this when I just want to be left alone...do you?

It’s mighty cold in Connecticut, and the temporary art that is etched on my frosted windows amazes me. Right now I’m looking at a tidal wave, a butterfly and a very frozen outline of the state of Texas.

Made and gorged on a delicious chicken and asparagus dish created by a family member. It’s so easy and so so tasty.

Cut chicken breasts into large bite size pieces if that makes any sense. Clean asparagus and slice on diagonal in approx. 3 inch pieces. Slice 6-8 garlic cloves paper thin. Press two cloves in garlic press. Open can of chicken stock, get some olive oil and a big hot pan and you’re ready.

Oil in bottom of pan…very little, then drop in chicken pieces and brown to a deep golden color. Then add scant amount of stock to deglaze pan and dump in garlic. Let garlic cook till it’s very soft and stock has reduced. Then drop in asparagus pieces and add more stock. Little amounts by little amounts.

Salt chicken and asparagus once in the pan.

Mix chicken stock and corn starch to make a slurry…dump on top and stir.

You end up with a shiny glaze on your tender chicken pieces and still crispy asparagus pieces. The garlic loses all sharpness and becomes mushed into the dish.

I used 1.5 pounds boneless chicken breasts. Two bunches of asparagus and one can total of chicken stock.

Yummy. You can serve over rice or plain…I’m sure you could also add wine or bits of red pepper for color etc. but this was just perfect as is with no garlic after taste. The flavor seems way more complex than the ingredients but browning the chicken is very important to add color and flavor.

Enjoy!

Time for more cat pictures hahahaha. I never knew how a kitten would offer me the counterpoint to my worries over the war, global warming, and loss of personal freedoms.

Once small enough to fit in a dog bowl with some room to spare, he now has gotten so big he can't even sit in it, though he still tries!

The Iraq War: What's a Win Look Like?


I woke up thinking about the war again.

I envy people who seem to be able to hate the war, but put their thoughts into a neat little box that stays closed most of the time. I can’t tell you how often I wake up with a sinking heart remembering that it’s still going on.

Only this morning I woke up with a real question in my head that I would ask the prez if I could. Okay, so you say we have to win the war or we can’t leave. So what is it that constitutes winning the war?

Do Iraqis have to come out of the woodwork with their hands raised shouting I give up?

Do Iraqis have to flood the streets with white handkerchiefs waving over their heads?

Do they have to hand over all the rights to their oil to the USA?

Do they have to invite all the troops to tea and smile and say thank you?

Do they have to declare that suicide isn’t a good thing and they will stop doing it?

Do they have to say MY BAD over and over and ask for a Hershey bar or panty hose?

Do they have to shout out Long Live George Bush and chant We Love American Idol?

Do they have to get GAP charge cards?

Do they have to turn Baghdad into a tourist destination complete with Olive Garden, Red Lobster and Arbys?

Do they all have to be dead, in order for us to say WE WON? If not, how many casualties make up a win?

What the hell constitutes winning the war?

I need to know because apparently, our brave troops will be in the midst of that insanity until someone in charge declares that we won and now they can go home.

What makes up a win, do you know?