tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83548664893083698732011-04-21T17:49:08.213-07:00Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-51536492552746269252009-04-20T07:25:00.000-07:002009-04-20T07:37:40.349-07:00

My son got married over the weekend. My baby boy, just 22, is now a husband. Which makes me a mother-in-law.I actually do like his new wife, mostly. She thinks my son is the most wonderful thing in the world, and since he is the most wonderful thing in the world, it's nice that she appreciates that. But, she's not who I would have chosen for him. I had hoped that both of my children would

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-11804703945263897882009-04-14T07:56:00.000-07:002009-04-14T08:06:01.328-07:00

I hate apartment hunting. My lease is up at the end of April, so I'm moving out. I decided last October not to renew the lease; I don't need three bedrooms and I'd like to pay a few hundred dollars less a month in rent, too.But finding a new apartment is a bitch. Note to apartment complexes -- you can't get rid of the smell of cigarettes just by cleaning the carpets. Painting the walls helps,

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-31330817061230080632009-03-23T13:05:00.000-07:002009-03-23T13:19:30.339-07:00

This blog is experiencing technical difficulties. Meaning, I'm the technical and I'm the one with the problems. Wait, that sounds full of drama but that's not what I mean. It's more along the lines of deciding what I want to write about. What kind of information do I feel comfortable writing about? How much of my life do I want to put out there? Where are my limits when it comes to

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-73837925885970704742009-02-27T07:52:00.000-08:002009-02-27T08:06:28.945-08:00

A woman in California recently gave birth to eight children. At once. Maybe you heard? After the first "isn't childbirth a miracle?" happy thoughts, reactions went sour quickly with the news that she also had six more children at home, and that she was unmarried. Maybe you caught the occasional headline about this story.Since then, the mother of 14 has been everyone's favorite punching bag.

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-44243703596967220522009-02-24T07:03:00.000-08:002009-02-24T07:15:08.096-08:00

My grandson is going to daycare today for the first time, and it's breaking my heart.Oh, the woman he'll be spending his time with is perfectly lovely and capable. She's a mother herself. She's passed background checks and knows CPR and has a wonderful, child-friendly home. But she's not my daughter and she's not me. I'm also being very hypocritical. My kids went to daycare, after all. They

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-51513250459107322122009-02-23T06:00:00.000-08:002009-02-23T06:06:03.877-08:00

The only awards show I watch is the Oscars and usually I get bored about 1/3 of the way through and decide to watch something else.Not last night. Wow. Now that's the way you do an Oscars show!! Okay, so Hugh Jackman is always easy to look at and that *definitely* helped. But the rest of the show was fabulous, too. I loved loved loved having five past winners come out for the major awards,

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-13814269402269835392009-02-20T07:30:00.000-08:002009-02-20T07:37:05.046-08:00

Is that what we've come to, in the age of the Internet? Because information CAN be posted online for the world to see, it MUST be? I'm as guilty as millions of others are of reading the gossip sites. Perez Hilton. TMZ. etc. I'm randomly curious about what people are wearing and who's arguing with whom.But there's a limit to what should be posted online in the name of feeding public curiosity

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-63798585519823564932009-02-19T07:11:00.000-08:002009-02-19T07:18:50.147-08:00

I love the way people apologize today.The football coach at Tennessee was caught accusing the coach at Florida of cheating. His apology was the standard, "if I offended anyone, I'm sorry." In other words, if his lies offended anyone, it was their own damn fault but I'll pretend to apologize."Now we have a cartoon appearing in the New York Post (one I won't copy here) that's clearly and

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-85193259034008435832009-02-18T10:32:00.001-08:002009-02-18T10:37:08.549-08:00

It is not a good time to be a University of Kentucky fan. At least not of basketball.It's even worse when you drive two hours to watch a game that you can actually get tickets to (have you ever tried getting tickets to a game at Rupp?) only to watch the joke masquerading as the coach not even bother pretending that he knows how to actually, you know, coach.I've been a Kentucky fan for as long as

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-56361500445863230942009-02-16T07:34:00.000-08:002009-02-16T09:29:56.273-08:00

Call all my exes and ask them why I'm an ex.mmmmm.....Not on my Top 100 list of things to do.First of all, I'm pretty sure I know why a couple of them ended. Something about another woman calling your house to tell you your husband is her boyfriend pretty much ends that marriage. I know why my other serious relationship ended, too. Sometimes love, no matter how much, just isn't enough to

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-10891678854584428922009-02-13T09:02:00.000-08:002009-02-13T09:06:39.401-08:00

Yet again, a friend on a "social site" has seen the need to post this for the world to see.I'm sorry if I'm not skinny enough for you to see my ribs.I'm sorry if I'm not pretty enough to be "your girl".I'm sorry if I'm not tan enough for you.I'm sorry if I'm not a playboy model so I can't act like a porn star for you.I'm sorry If i don't have a dream body that turns you on.I'm sorry if I'm not

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-40045083959070259822009-02-09T07:11:00.000-08:002009-02-09T07:20:38.793-08:00

I didn't watch the Grammys. I'll wait a few minutes for the gasps of horror to fade away.But, there you go. I didn't watch the Grammys. I also don't watch the Emmys. Or the CMAs. Or the MTV whatsits. I do watch the Oscars. Well, to be technically correct, I *sometimes* watch the Oscars. I'm hoping Jezebel has a fashion thread later today, and if they do, I'll check out the best and worst

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-50838291228598438172009-02-04T09:17:00.000-08:002009-02-04T10:14:53.665-08:00

Are men becoming obsolete?Maybe it’s the approach of Valentine’s Day, but suddenly there seem to be a spat of articles about women and relationships and a man’s role therein. There was “Mad at Dad,” a report about how angry women are at their spouses or live-in partners at the lack of support they’re getting from those men and how unequal the division of responsibilities still is when it comes

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-56205830483075888302009-02-02T08:14:00.000-08:002009-02-02T08:26:47.344-08:00

I'm trying really really (really) hard to be upset at the scandal de jour. You know, the one involving Michael Phelps and a bong. My attempts at ire aren't going very well. As a matter of fact, I just don't care.I know, I know....marijawana = bad. Got it. Although I went to school in the 80s, my kids started school in the mid-90s so I learned all those "Just Say No" and D.A.R.E. lessons

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-3139542654600474552009-01-31T06:43:00.000-08:002009-01-31T07:01:01.162-08:00

I have really loved having my grandson live with me since his birth eight months ago. Partly because he's my first grandchild, partly because I realize this is a moment in time I'll never get back. My daughter swears she's not having anymore, but even if she changes her mind in a few years, chances are she won't still be living with me. My son is getting married in April, but when he and his

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-12484282761319228752009-01-30T06:20:00.001-08:002009-01-30T06:26:51.827-08:00

It's funny how not being able to reach someone makes it all the more imperative that you reach them immediately!For the past couple of days, I've been unable to get through to any of my family in Western Kentucky. That part of the state was hit hard by an ice storm that knocked out power lines and phone lines and apparently cell phone towers, too. I went so far as to have the police department

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-21091276456660516852009-01-27T06:45:00.000-08:002009-01-27T06:52:29.344-08:00

Well, damn. No more GQ. Not that last night's results on True Beauty were a surprise. When GQ and Cabana Boy ended up in the bottom, it was obvious that GQ would be the one going home - you can't be in the bottom three separate times and survive indefinitely. Bummer, though. Bringing in the old folks for pictures was a stroke of genius. When I grow up, I want to be as much fun as 101 yr-old

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-26734416983594866032009-01-26T08:11:00.000-08:002009-01-26T08:23:17.660-08:00

I spent the weekend being sick. Obviously not on purpose. And by 'weekend,' I mean Friday - Sunday, with a little bit of a carryover to today. Ick. I'm rarely sick, thank goodness. And as things go, this was more a minor irritant than a reading-last-rites type of illness. But it was still pretty unpleasant. Coughing. Sniffling. Sneezing. Gagging. Nauseau from the nasal drippage.

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-54451685523653341032009-01-22T07:50:00.000-08:002009-01-22T08:07:55.680-08:00

Opening CNN this morning, the first headline that caught my eye was about Caylee Anthony.Opening Jezebel.com this morning, one of the first articles was about the new details of that poor baby's death.I am so tired of hearing/reading/seeing the heartbreaking stories surrounding the deaths of children. I'm not going to . . . I can't . . . do it anymore. I'm not going to read those stories. I'm

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-76800267371820984912009-01-21T06:25:00.000-08:002009-01-21T06:41:10.165-08:00

A few thoughts on January 20, 2009 . . .Even Mother Nature was celebrating President Obama's inauguration, giving us clear skies instead of the more common snow or rain. I've decided to do my best to remember to refer to President Obama as . . . well, President Obama. Bush was always just Bush because he was always such a tool. Fool. Moron. Idiot. Dickhead. War criminal. Take your pick.

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-6759427274658337262009-01-20T06:16:00.000-08:002009-01-20T06:25:59.615-08:00

Whew, that was close. In last night's episode of my guilty pleasure True Beauty, GQ was in the bottom two again. Thankfully, the 'ho went home instead.It's pretty obvious that GQ has this game figured out. That's twice he's been in the bottom two and twice he's talked about how 'beauty comes from within.' He's also making very sure that he's nice and supportive - and he picks up litter!!

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-69763661200169460332009-01-19T09:58:00.000-08:002009-01-19T10:06:39.862-08:00

I'm a lot of things today but one thing I'm not is tired. Or sleepy.Know why?Because I spent all of Saturday in my jammies. And half of it sleeping. I ain't 'shamed of it, neither.I woke up with my grandson at about 6:30. I put him back to bed about 9:00, planned on showering and getting dressed then but decided to lie back down "just for a few minutes." I woke up at 3:00. And since the day

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-8009312348167940552009-01-16T07:25:00.001-08:002009-01-16T08:11:56.912-08:00

Wow. Just wow.The stories coming from yesterdays plane crash landing in the Hudson River are amazing. Amazing that all passengers and crew survived. Amazing that the passengers seemed relatively calm as they tried to escape the plane.Amazing that the pilot was able to land the plane safely in the water and that the flight crew were able to keep everyone calm and help them get out safely.I

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-32776751946741691782009-01-14T13:31:00.000-08:002009-01-14T13:37:15.691-08:00

I hate self-flushing toilets. Okay, probably not the most genteel topic, but. . . . there you go.I really dislike automatic toilets. Do any of them actually work on the first swirl? No. Which means you have to go poking around for that little button that is the 'manual' control, and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. When it doesn't, you're left either waving your hand around the

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-8055568767836669122009-01-13T06:23:00.000-08:002009-01-13T14:40:09.012-08:00

I think I need help.I'm not even sure how it happened or how I got here. I'm usually so careful about this kind of thing, but somehow . . .That's right . . . I've been sucked into the hot mess that is the ABC show True Beauty.I'm so ashamed. I don't even like reality shows! Honestly!! Except for "American Idol," I don't even watch them! I've managed to ignore the Survivors, the Amazing Races

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-16963250648034938572009-01-12T13:52:00.000-08:002009-01-12T14:12:12.260-08:00

I hate having short hair.I've always had long (long-ish, really) hair. Mid-shoulder blade length, mostly. Enough natural curl to make me hate humid or rainy days, not so much that I couldn't (almost) straighten it with a flat iron.Because we always want what we can't have, I've always wanted short hair. When I was in middle school, I desperately wanted a Dorothy Hamil haircut. My mom wouldn't

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-58600434653390409202009-01-09T12:01:00.001-08:002009-01-09T12:01:31.912-08:00

I am sick of Sarah Palin.Shut up and go the fuck away.That is all.

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-26953756553954904702009-01-09T09:18:00.001-08:002009-01-09T09:28:31.003-08:00

And another one bites the dust.At our meeting last night, one of my sorority sisters announced she's got engaged on New Year's night.How fun is that? A little background, most of the women in my cluster group are well beyond the blushing-bride stage. Our youngest member is 30, I think the oldest is somewhere early/mid-50s. E, the newly engaged one, either will be or just turned 50 (I can

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-22964199609284855812009-01-08T06:25:00.001-08:002009-01-08T06:35:14.670-08:00

Poor Jett Travolta.How sad for John and Kelly to lose a child. How tragic to have that loss drug through the mud of the media's obsession with 'the real story.'I am ashamed to admit I've played my part in this travesty of real news. Just last night I read on Gawker.com (I won't do them any favors by linking to the article) a breathless, in-depth report accusing the Travoltas of Photoshopping the

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-57849156532968596612009-01-07T13:33:00.000-08:002009-01-07T13:49:36.688-08:00

Put it in print and I'll probably read it. With some exceptions - I haven't read anything by Stephen King since I read Salem's Lot while in high school and had nightmares for weeks. I pretty much skip that genre altogether.But other than that, I'll read just about anything. Recently, I read a review about a new book by Neil Gaiman called The Graveyard Book, which had me logging into Ebay and

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-77465371059682800592009-01-06T06:26:00.001-08:002009-01-06T06:44:06.922-08:00

For the two weeks covering the holidays, I worked two days each week. I could get used to that kind of schedule.Not that I get to sleep late when I'm off. I hear my grandson when he wakes up and I tend to go ahead and get out of bed and play with him for a bit. And I never accomplish as much as I plan on getting done on my days off, either. I might get a little cleaning done. Maybe some filing

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-27779306058383869292009-01-05T08:15:00.000-08:002009-01-05T08:38:05.299-08:00

There are times I almost envy hermits. Like now.A woman I've considered one of my best friends is not speaking to me, and hasn't since Thanksgiving. All over a man. Because I despise her boyfriend and have no interest in sharing social occasions with him.It's very disheartening. For the last three years, I've been an unwilling participant in their relationship. I've listened to her cry,

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-51489460607590083232008-12-30T07:32:00.000-08:002008-12-30T07:48:23.971-08:00

According to this article, in a bad economy there's a bull market for online dating. When times are hard, people just wanna be loved, I guess.I can understand the theory, if not the practice. Personally, I wouldn't want to date someone who was laid off and depressed. Or unemployed and broke. I'm all for the occasional night at home with a DVD and a bottle of wine, but too many of those turn

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-36724851038453276162008-12-29T06:25:00.000-08:002008-12-29T06:27:21.530-08:00

Every year, I join the masses who make New Years resolutions and then watch lazily as those same resolutions fade away into the land of woulda/shoulda/coulda.But not this year. My first resolution for 2009 is to only make resolutions I know I can keep. So . . .I resolve to smother my beautiful, perfect grandson with hugs and kisses every chance I get, and to add in tickles and giggles and games

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-77089300038057060532008-12-23T10:14:00.000-08:002008-12-23T10:16:19.703-08:00

The office is closing early today, but in order to take advantage of that schedule you have to use vacation time. Me, I'm staying until my usual 5:00. I'm stingy with my vacation time.I don't mind being alone in the office, though. Thanks to Netflix, being all by myself means I can put in my headphones and watch a movie or two. Not bad work, if you can get it.

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-12548654031334856752008-12-22T10:54:00.000-08:002008-12-22T10:57:20.612-08:00

I woke up this morning with the song "Ebony and Ivory" running through my head. I even sang a few lines in the shower, trying to mimic the voices of both Sir Paul and Stevie. It's a good thing I sleep alone and no one was around to hear how bad it sounded.I guess it could be worse, I guess. It could have been the Barney song. Or "The Song that Never Ends." Or something by Wham!::shudder::

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-425334562406057722008-12-17T13:48:00.000-08:002008-12-17T13:49:05.294-08:00

I believe . . . I believe - that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.I believe - that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.I believe - that true friendship continues to grow, even over the

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-29321510591251700542008-12-02T06:42:00.000-08:002008-12-02T06:53:31.797-08:00

Something to consider for my next vacation, how to stay alive if my hotel is attacked by terrorists. Not that I actually have a problem with hotel security, mind you. My wanderings and vacations tend to be local. A week at the beach. A long weekend at a b&b. Maybe a few days at an amusement park.Armed, masked religious extremists don't figure into any of that.Obviously, tragedy can happen

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-8094630404363134452008-11-27T06:24:00.000-08:002008-11-27T06:47:48.555-08:00

For the most part, I lean toward ambivalence during the holidays. I haven't always been like that. When I was growing up, the holidays were all about getting together with the large, extended family, everybody bringing food and presents, and every gathering was loud and raucous and full of laughing and talking and arguing. Fun stuff.But then I grew up. I married a man who grew up hundreds of

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-80854741265890594972008-11-25T12:35:00.000-08:002008-11-25T12:40:37.511-08:00

According to this site, the way to drive traffic to your blog is to post at least once a day, every day, for at least 30 days.So....okay.Here I go. To be perfectly frank, I'm not sure I want to drive a lot of traffic to my blog. I'm still not absolutely sure I want anyone reading this blog, to be honest. Mostly, I expect to say a bunchanuthin here. (Yes, that's a word. I used it, so it must

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-58499124206248644752008-11-21T19:12:00.000-08:002008-11-21T19:13:47.641-08:00

Sometimes it's the little steps that count.Like spending a quiet night at home with a bottle of wine....and not calling your ex. Baby steps.

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-23800252373412289882008-11-21T06:36:00.000-08:002008-11-21T06:44:28.448-08:00

Sometimes, I don't like being single.Not all of the time, and apparently not enough to really do anything about it, but sometimes, I miss not having someone.The moments are fleeting but they happen. Most of the time, I prefer being single. I've come to enjoy not answering to anyone, not having to confer with anyone else before I make plans. I relish the independence being single creates.I

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-76753759362249277862008-11-18T13:50:00.000-08:002008-11-18T13:53:50.214-08:00

You know who's really to blame for Joseph Leiberman? The people of Connecticut. Their the ones who've voted to return the slimy bastard to Congress every time he's up for re-election.So, Connecticut? Stop voting for the fucker!

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-37046563150858999062008-11-17T13:17:00.000-08:002008-11-17T13:22:53.105-08:00

I don't mind admitting I occasionally troll the Craigslist ads to see what's out there. I've even managed to meet a few men from there in my local area, one who was even cool enough to continue seeing.Most of the time, though, the ads are too funny to actually be real. Like this one:"I'm a man who has been completely and utterly betrayed by the love of my life. I need a woman to take care of me

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-19281183688552817602008-11-16T07:10:00.000-08:002008-11-16T07:13:16.777-08:00

So, yea. Not the best weekend to be a Kentucky Wildcats fan.Basketball - lost the opening game against VMfuckingI. Football - lost to Vandy, although since we're already bowl eligible, it's hard not to feel good for Vandy getting there, too. Especially since Tennessee won't. HeheheStill, though, a win would have been nice.

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-52509917779017878702008-11-15T05:01:00.000-08:002008-11-15T05:02:35.434-08:00

We used to be Kentucky basketball. And here we are, another loss to start the season.When can we fire Gillispie?

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-91844147607513039342008-11-14T05:59:00.001-08:002008-11-14T06:05:09.856-08:00

The trouble with being 43 - or being any age above, say, 17 - is that I understand less and less why people do stupid shit when the evidence is plainly before them that it is, in fact, stupid shit.Like the latest girl who just had naked (or semi-naked) pictures of her "stolen" and posted on the web. She's distraught, threatening lawsuits, etc.Here's a thought . . . don't take nekkid pictures!!

Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475213583933801698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354866489308369873.post-17264125311962055872008-11-13T14:53:00.000-08:002008-11-13T14:55:21.703-08:00

I have a blog now.I wonder what it says about me that the longest part of making this first post was finding just the right template?Calling Dr. Phil!

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