c'est la vie....

well so I mentioned that I’ve been a little unwell lately (more so than usual)
I FINALLY relented and accepted the doctor’s advice that I take something for my mental condition – (in case you’re new here or I just forgot to mention it I have pretty bad anxiety problems including OCD and I recently started noticing I’ve been having a lot of panic attacks) this is putting it pretty mildly because in reality I can barely function – the OCD alone takes up a significant portion of my day (and night!)

I’ve always been reluctant to take any kind of medication that would mess with my brain (go figure) - of course my brain… for lack of a better way of putting – is not firing on all cylinders anyway so why would I be afraid to take something that might make it stop being so…. staticy

who knows? part of being nuts I guess!! hehehe

so this isn’t the first time a doctor has suggested I take something for my anxiety/OCD/whatever – it’s probably more like the 8th time it’s been SERIOUSLY discussed

my philosophy is pretty much if the condition isn’t life threatening I’d REALLY rather not take drugs!!

and since I don’t have suicidal thoughts I feel pretty confident that I’m not going to die from this - therefore I always decide against the drugs… especially since I’ve heard some pretty unsettling stories about people I know taking the same or similar medications (a close relative had some kind of psychotic episode and had to be rushed to the hospital!!) besides - I notice a lot of people dealing with similar crap who ARE taking drugs that still seems pretty well... not well - that doesn't exactly make me want to hop on the medication train!!

but my situation has gotten maddening enough (to me and everyone around me) that I decided it’s time I FINALLY bite the bullet and start taking something!! Sam (the anti-medicine man) is actually on board… so that is REALLY saying something!!

the suggestion du jour? paxil – I’ve had the prescription sitting here for over a week… but I’ve had some other issues that have kinda kept me from wanting to take it just yet – one being that I’ve been told I shouldn’t be alone when I first take it (just in case I have a similar psychotic reaction)

I figured this weekend would be as good a time as any, so yesterday I FINALLY sent Sam to the drug store to get the prescription filled and we found out that a 30 day supply costs $80!! – GENERIC!!!

so I guess I talked myself into FINALLY taking medication for nothing because there’s just NO way we can swing $80 a month

this post was SUPPOSED to be about me starting my journey to (hopefully) better mental health, by documenting my reaction to actually taking some medication

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busy busy busy....

I used to pace back and forth saying that when I was really little – cute huh?

better than the things my niece has been saying lately!!

so anyway I’ve been busy… not doing anything much but whatever it is I’ve been doing has been keeping me from being able to be here

just a quick update on the rat situation before I move on to something less icky - we started putting out traps on Sunday afternoon and so far we’ve killed 9 of the nasty little buggers!!

~ this morning I look out the kitchen window and see my (typically mild mannered) husband with a shovel, whacking at something on the ground… then I heard some kind of squealing!!

apparently when he went out to check the traps, he found one rat that had been snapped on the back legs, struggling to free himself!!

I really don’t need to hear or see that sort of thing… I start feeling bad for the poor little guy, ya know? like it’s some sort of cute furry woodland critter instead of the disease carrying rodent that it is!!

anyway… 9 down… hopefully that’s close to the end (although I have my doubts)

last night every time I heard a noise in the bedroom I was sure a rat had chewed it’s way in!!

did I tell you one was scratching trying to get in our kitchen door the other night?!

I’m THIS close to backing the car up to their hole and running a hose from the exhaust pipe into their nest!!

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alright enough about rats!! on to how we’re ruining my adorable little niece

she’s 2½ and the cutest thing you ever saw in your life!! seriously I don’t care how cute your kids are – this one is cuter!!

just kidding hehehe – but she IS adorable!! if you click on my flickr thingy over there at the right I’m pretty sure there is at least one half assed picture of her

but cute as she is she’s turning into quite the little gutter mouth!!

the first time I heard her say a bad word was when we were coloring one day… I keep a bunch of (now mangled) crayons in a coffee can and she likes to dump them onto the floor… and you know how it is…. there are always little paper squidgets and that sort of thing at the bottom of a crayon box which of course got all over the floor

she just looks down at the mess and says ‘I can’t color - there’s crap all over the floor!’

I wonder where she got this from!! C R A P is only every third word out of my mouth!! so now not only have I turned her into a gutter mouth but she’s also got some sort of OCD

I suck as the worlds greatest aunt!!

a couple weeks ago my mother was babysitting her – she was doing something wrong - misbehaving… doing what all 2 year olds do –mom was trying to correct her – probably put her in a time out or something fancy like that

so my cute little adorable niece says to her

‘go away… you’re stupid…. get a job!’

haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa well I can’t take credit for teaching her this one… my guess is either my sister said something similar to her husband – or vice versa

Sam and I thought it was pretty damn funny though

but still - that’s pretty fucked up!!

and speaking of the F word….

the other day I was out with her and my sister and I smelled something weird – so naturally I said ‘something smells funny’ – my sister sniffs and says ’yeah I smell it too’ – then from her little car seat, my niece starts sniffing like a dog and chimes in ‘yeah what the fuck is that smell?’

I almost fell over… it took all I had not to let her see me laughing my ass off!!

I know the best thing is to ignore that sort of thing – but I couldn’t help it I just thought it was the cutest… worstest thing I ever heard!! hehehe

what are we doing to this poor child?

on the other hand I must be doing SOMETHING right by her… we were out buying her some winter shoes today and all the halloween stuff was in the store and she just HAD to go around and see all the scary monsters!!

YAY – another halloween lover!! every time she comes over here she wants to watch some spooky movie or see something creepy

of course I don’t let her… not intentionally anyway – but it’s kinda hard not to see something creepy in this house – we’re not like the Addams family or anything but I have an awful lot of creepy puppets, pictures, magazines etc. laying around

so I guess she knows this is the place to go if you want to make the hairs stand up on the back of your neck!! hehehe and she knew I was exactly the right person to take her on a tour of all the scary monsters at the store

we had ‘big fun’

~sigh…. I really wish they didn’t have to move…. I hope they can at least stay for halloween!!

fall mish-mash….

this is my absolute FAVORITE time of year… it doesn’t get any better than sweater weather - the sound of chainsaws, the smell of burning leaves, the bright orange, red and yellow trees against the clear blue sky

the first day of fall isn’t until tomorrow… but already the yard is full of fallen leaves – I’m pretty well surrounded by huge maple trees and their leaves smell so sweet in the fall (at least I think it’s the maple leaves)

I started noticing the leaves beginning to change SUPER early this year… we had a weird cold snap toward the end of August where for a few nights the temperature was down in the 40’s!! – and already this month we’ve had at least one day where I woke up and my thermometer was in the upper 30’s – so I’m not sure how great ‘leaf season’ is gonna be this year – but you can be sure I’ll be boring you with pictures of the trees once the leaves REALLY start changing!!

where we live is pretty well known for the scenery… especially in the fall – that’s when all the ‘leaf peepers’ appear – stopping their cars in the middle of the road to enjoy the view… basically putting all our lives in danger because they THINK they’re on some quaint country lane – when really they’re on a road with lots of bumpy curves and no lines, guard rails or posted speed limits!!

hey I’m all for enjoying the scenery… but I much prefer the view from OFF the road to the view outside a hospital room!!

anyway… there are a few things about fall (besides the leaf peepers) that kinda make me uncomfortable –

1. spiders!! – they seem to all be looking for a nice warm place to lay their eggs or something… and this house is like spider central!! we always have spiders in here but in the spring and fall it’s just insane!!

just the other night there was one in our bedroom that when killed, it’s balled up, broken corpse was bigger than your average ‘big’ spider!! it was like some sort of miniature tarantula or something – I googled it (of course) and THIS is what I found (wasn’t it considerate of me not to post the picture for all to see?) hehehe

the thing creeped me right the hell out!! – Sam saw it first when he sat down on the bed and looked down – it was right between his feet!! he pretty much flew off the bed, shouting ‘HOLY SHIT!’

if HE reacts like that to a spider you KNOW it’s a big one!! – fortunately he was able to whack it before it crawled under the bed where it would have been impossible to get without tearing the whole room apart…

after seeing that one though I have a little more tolerance for the less huge spiders I keep seeing

2. mice!! we get mice in the house every fall!! I’m guessing they come in around the poorly built back door somehow, judging by the way the cat is always seated there sniffing around with her mouth hanging open just waiting for some unsuspecting rodent to run down her little throat

the thing is though… she doesn’t actually spot any until at least 4am – at which time she pounces… knocking things over left and right so that we’re woken up out of a dead sleep to something that sounds like someone is either breaking into our house or bowling in the kitchen!! - she then bats the poor thing around until Sam (because I sure as hell ain’t touching the thing) gets up and ‘rescues’ it – by rescue I mean takes it outside and puts it out of it’s misery

yesterday morning however, I woke up to what looked like a mouse on the floor… but when I turned on the light I discovered it was only half a mouse… surrounded by hairball!! who woulda thunk that swallowing an entire decapitated mouse wouldn’t agree with you?

of course she hurled the thing right onto our ‘brand new’ oatmeal colored rug!! – YUM!

~ oh yeah!! I gather my old bread and crackers and that sort of thing and I have a little table outside that I throw the stuff on to feed the birds (because I’m old like that)

once in a while some other critter like a squirrel or deer spots the crumbs and has a little feast…. I don’t mind that… as long as it’s a cute critter!!

so the other day I was cleaning off the top of my refrigerator and found a couple mostly empty bags of tortilla chips – I emptied them out onto the ‘bird table’ and 10 minutes later I look out the kitchen window and what do I see?

oh it’s almost two horrible to say!!

it was a RAT…. a R A T!!! I’ve never seen a REAL live wild rat in my whole entire life… but this was most definitely a rat!!

my guess is it came over from the cute little citiot game farm across the street…. those people have chickens and geese and ducks, some goats and llamas too – so there is plenty of crap over there to attract rats

why he came over here is beyond me!! but from the way he was going back and forth it sure seemed like he has a cozy little rat house WAY WAY WAY too close to my back door!! – I told Sam, whatever he planned on doing this weekend to cancel it because we’re going on rat patrol!! I don’t care if I have to napalm their furry asses because in the end it doesn’t matter - I’m NOT going to live with rats!!

those fuckers think human flesh is a good snack!!

did you see House this week? it was so funny (sort of) I’ve been having some sort of asthma like problem for a week or two now… I haven’t been able to breath very well (yes I went to the doctor… they assure me I’m not going to die)

anyway the opening scene to House was a guy working with lab rats who suddenly couldn’t breathe… he collapsed and the rats started gnawing on him!!! guess they figured it was time for retribution… ya know, for him giving them cancer and all

so anyway I thought that was pretty funny – as I was sitting there gasping for a decent breath, hoping to hell the rats can’t get into the house!!

anyway – because I know how much you guys love gross things… here’s a not so great video of the mangy bastard



cute isn’t he?

perhaps on Monday I’ll have more pictures for you… of my RAT grave yard!!

memories....

I’ve been having somewhat of a difficult time lately (mostly mentally) – but I’d rather not dwell on it…. today anyway – so I’ve decided to write about funnier things for a little while – mainly stories from my youth… I was gonna write about an incident that happened when I was in kindergarten but after reading the comments on Mimi’s most recent post I’m more inspired to tell this story….

LICE... ugh!! thankfully I've never had them (not really anyway) I'm told they don't much like curly hair - maybe that's why....

however... when we were about 17 or 18 Sam had even longer hair than mine... it must have gone down close to his waist!! and THICK.... girls DREAM of having hair like his!!

one morning we were laying around the bedroom and I looked down and saw a weird looking little bug on the pillow we were both on... I kinda inched back a bit and said something like 'EEK! LICE!' - amazingly calmly I might add!!

even though I had never seen it before I knew what it was... suddenly I thought about how he had been complaining of a VERY itchy head and I just knew....

he sat up and I checked his head and what I saw was like something out of a Disney/Pixar film!!

there were hundreds... THOUSANDS of little bugs of various ages and sizes crawling around on his scalp... some were building houses, schools, there was a village square just above his left ear – I saw brush fires and critters sawing down strands of hair as if they were trees and carting them off for lumber to build more... a mall, perhaps – there were big old ones sitting in rockers and tiny little ones with back packs on school busses!! some playing hopscotch and jumping rope between the rows of chopped down hair trees

no wonder his head was itchy!!

consider yourselves lucky I didn’t have a camera ‘cause I would TOTALLY have taken a picture of that little scene!!!

of course everyone in his house had to do the yucky treatments but all I ever had was what the school nurse THOUGHT might be a couple of eggs… she sent me home (which was of course why I went to her in the first place… hoping to be sent home)

being the school hater that I was... maaan I bled that for all it was worth… I think that (dandruff?) she kept thinking MIGHT be eggs got me sent home from school 3 or 4 different times!! WOO HOO!!!

HOORAY for blind school nurses!!

totally awesome video of the week….

due to a complete lack of inspiration (or brain function) there's a new feature here in my litter box... no it's not a tootsie roll

as the title of the post reveals... it's a totally awesome video!!

that's it - I'm out of words.... so now I leave you (for the weekend) with one of my very favoritest videos – I don’t have much faith in the idea that my brain will ever work properly but perhaps I'll have done something over the weekend that will be worth mentioning – until then… enjoy the beauty and wonder of the amazing Gem Sweater!!



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exodus….

what is going on around here? yesterday I went through and wiped out half my blogroll of now defunct blogs - and just as I finished, another of my regular reads called it quits!! it seems like almost every blog I’ve been reading for any length of time has gone away

today I read about yet another of my favorite bloggers throwing in the towel (hopefully temporarily) and half of the rest have slowed down so much that they really only take up a few minutes of my time each week

I used to feel guilty about the time I took reading and commenting at my regular haunts… now with what’s left (including some new ones I’ve gotten hooked on recently) I manage to get all my blog reading and commenting done so quickly I have NO excuse for not getting all my daily chores done – it’s ridiculous!! I mean seriously what is this world coming to, when a girl can’t even figure a way to spend 4 or 5 hours a day in blogland?

I guess this means I’m either gonna have to start doing some serious blog hopping… or I’m just going to have to actually get some stuff done around here!!

excuse me?

brace yourselves – this is gonna be a long one!!

I’m not sure if I’ve really talked about my grandpa here… so I’ll give you a little history….

when we were growing up my sister and I spent pretty much every weekend with grandma and grandpa – most of my favorite memories involve being at their house and spending time with them – they weren’t rich (although our friends sure thought so) but they were comfortable… they took us on vacations and out to nice restaurants… taught us how to behave in public hehehe that sort of thing - they were pretty much my best example of a stable relationship, the give and take etc.

my grandpa doesn’t get mad often but when he does you know it!! I remember a time when one of us said something bad to grandma and he blew up and kicked us out of the house… I thought for sure we were never gonna be welcome there again!!

knowing grandma it’s entirely possible that whatever was said to her was warranted (she had a way of wearing down your self esteem) but that’s neither here nor there… the point is we were disrespectful to HIS WIFE and he wasn’t going to stand for it!!

eventually we apologized and all was forgiven…

another time we were supposed to be at our babysitter’s house across the street from our own house – something we did every Thursday as it was mom’s and the pedophiles day off and they were usually out of town for whatever reason… we found it pretty difficult to be stuck at the babysitter’s house all afternoon and into the night when our own house was staring right at us – for some reason we weren’t supposed to even go onto our own property – as if some force field was up – it was like some kind of unwritten rule or something

one Thursday we decided to revolt… when we got off the school bus we headed right up into our own house instead of going across the street – being the dumb kids we were I guess it didn’t occur to us that the babysitter must have noticed that the bus had let us off… we hid in the house and pretended we weren’t home – she had to call our grandparents – my grandfather came right over… I don’t recall the exact goings on from that point but I do remember the use of the dreaded D word… he was disappointed in our behavior – GAH!!

I was so wracked with guilt (being the nut job that I am) that I had horrible nightmares all night about monsters and horrible things happening to my grandpa and all sorts of crap… it was terrible…. I still don’t think I’ve forgiven myself for it and it wasn’t even that big a deal hehehe

my grandpa taught me how to ride a bike, to appreciate a good piece of fish, how to hold a hammer, to put my napkin on my lap and not put my elbows on the table, ya know… all that important stuff!! hehehe

I guess the point is that my grandfather has always kinda been the male role model in my life… my father was never around… the pedophile wanted nothing to do with us that wasn’t sexual – you get the picture – I spent more time around my grandpa than any other man… and he’s probably the one adult in my life who I actually respect… I may not always agree with him but I do respect him!!

when I was about 19 my grandma died… I was pretty close with her… we talked on the phone just about every day so it was pretty hard on me… I had a hard time even going into their house for a long time because her not being there was such a huge shock to me I’d be in tears almost instantly – I don’t deal well with change… and that was like the death of everything that was good in my childhood – nothing would ever be the same again – I went through pretty much the same thing all over again years later… when he sold the house, got remarried and moved 2 hours away - but I’m getting ahead of myself

my grandfather pretty much sat in his HUGE house alone, reading, watching C-Span and baseball for 10 years!! we worried about him… it’s not good to stagnate like that… his occasional golf outings certainly weren’t stimulating enough… I never knew it but apparently he talked with my sister quite a bit about his high school sweetheart (he probably didn’t discuss it with me because I was closer to grandma and he thought it would upset me)

my sister told him eventually if he didn’t make an effort to track this woman down that she was going to… so he did!!

so about 4 years ago, after sitting alone in his house for 10 years, at something like 77 years old he got up one day and married his high school sweetheart!! pretty fucking amazing right?

none of us is really in love with this chick – but we all agree if she makes him happy that’s all that matters!! she keeps him active (runs him ragged) they go on a lot of cruises and travel quite a bit – which is good… and not so good (I don’t think he’s as conscientious about his diet and exercise since he’s been with her… but he’s enjoying himself and that’s what matters)

although I DO think she takes advantage a little… they don’t miss one of her family member’s birthday, anniversary, christening, confirmation, baby/bridal shower, graduation or wedding no matter where in the country it’s located!!) seriously nobody in that family farts without 'new wifey' having to travel there and take a whiff!

and I’m pretty sure he foots the bill for most of it (whereas in the past her kids would chip in for her to do things like that… but with 8 kids it’s a lot less of a strain on each individual wallet ya know?)

at their wedding (which I obviously had a difficult time dealing with anyway… I mean I obviously want him to be happy…. but I know my grandma must have been FLIPPING in her grave!! if she didn’t wear herself out flipping over him selling ‘HER’ house!! hehehe)

people stood up and made speeches and stuff… at one point a bunch of his new wife’s grandchildren stood up to make some sort of ‘welcome to the family’ speech and referred to him as their new grandpa!!

I thought - excuse me?? he’s not YOUR grandpa – he’s MY grandpa – keep your grubby mitts off!! – but they were cute little kids and everyone seemed to think it was just so fucking adorable – barf!!

this woman talks about her kids and grandkids ALL the time… as if they were THE smartest and THE best educated and THE best everything!! – which is great – hey at least she’s proud of her family (my mother probably only tells embarrassing stories about me and my sister)

but it’s become somewhat of a joke… she talks about all of them ALL the time and refers to them each by their first names as if we’re supposed to remember them all (she has 8 children and they each have multiple children) our family is VERY small!!

if one of us tells a story about something we or one of the kids did… she always comes back with how one of hers did something similar but better – like if you built a house… her kid built a castle.. out of stones that he mined himself – you get the picture

anyway… as I said before my grandparents weren’t rich – but they were very comfortable!! they worked hard for their money… they owned a large, very successful business and 3 very nice houses (one of which my aunt and her family have lived in for 20 years) when they retired they sold their primary house and moved to their ‘upstate’ house (closer to us) my aunt and uncle followed and moved into the 3rd house (next door)

my grandfather takes very good care of himself – he eats right, goes to the gym and is still playing golf at 82 years old – and has been told many times by his doctors that he’ll live to be 100 – in the past he’s half jokingly expressed concern several times about outliving his money so he’s obviously not THAT well off!!

when he got remarried he sold his house for a pretty nice chunk of money (much less than it was worth but I think he just wanted to be rid of it and move on) he also sold the house my aunt and uncle had been living in (rent free for 20 years) to them for ‘fair market value’ (if he didn’t sell it to family he probably could have gotten twice as much)

but the combined total from the sale of both houses pretty much guarantees there’s no way in hell he’s going to outlive his money

key words there being HIS money… his money has been a topic of conversation many times throughout the family…. especially since he’ gotten remarried

my mother and aunt go flippy thinking that this new wife is going to end up with ‘everything’ (I’d say this is crazy thinking… if I didn’t see exactly that happen when Sam’s father died! unfortunately Sam’s father didn’t have a will… my grandfather knows better!!)

but in my opinion, it’s HIS money and he should do whatever the hell he wants with it… personally I hope he has fun with whatever years he has left and enjoys every fucking penny of it!! it’s HIS and he worked hard for it all his life!!

but I do see their point as well… he’s getting older – his mother died with Alzheimer’s and he’s definitely showing signs of it himself over the last couple years – and I can see them saying they’ll be damned if they’re gonna see new wifey's family end up with everything that THEIR parents worked so hard for!!

what is my point with all of this?

at the most recent family function my grandfather was talking to my aunt about some things involving the new wife’s precious offspring…

recently when one of her sons or son’s in law (I can’t keep them all straight) didn’t realize he was on a hands free ‘speaker phone’ type cell phone thing with his wife while she was in the car with grandpa and new wifey… he asked her ‘where’s Bud’ (that’s grandpa) because (his words) ‘that man shouldn’t be let out without a leash!’

we all agree grandpa has gotten to a point where he shouldn’t be driving anymore but he’s not so far gone that he can’t be left alone!! – but what kind of a thing is that to say… and how fucking stupid to say it when you KNOW damn well your wife’s driving and her cell’s hands free thingy is speaker phone-ish!! I thought ‘what a fucking asshole… who are you to make my grandpa feel bad!!’

and I THOUGHT that story was bad enough!! - then I heard the next story…

apparently at grandpa and new wifey’s wedding when they sent the video camera around to the tables to get those goofy comments from everyone that seems to be so popular – one of her sons or son’s in law said right into the camara ‘hey Bud, welcome to the family - keep the estate growing!!’

EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?!

so I guess it turns out that new wifey’s family isn’t so fucking perfect after all…. and my mom and aunts are right to be concerned!! – I mean what the hell kind of a thing is THAT to say?!?!!

I still maintain that I hope he has big fun with HIS money and enjoys every penny of it!! of course I’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t be nice to know there’s a little nest egg coming my way eventually - but I don’t feel entitled to nor do I expect to see a dime of HIS money myself… but I have to agree - there’s no fucking way any of them should either!!

hmmm money does strange and disturbing things to people… I don’t like it – in a way it makes me kinda glad I don’t have any

peace & quiet....

over the weekend the next town over had something called heritage day – they had displays and demonstrations of old time arts, crafts, foods etc. – it was very small (probably because the weather was supposed to be awful… I think some of the participants backed out) but it was neat… they had this awesome wood worker and leather worker they both made the most amazing things!!

before we left we took a stroll through the adjacent cemetery… a small old one… I don’t think there’s anyone in there that died after the 1880’s – it’s neat to see the old stones… most of which you can barely read anymore… some have fallen over completely and are leaning up against a tree or the neighboring stone or just flat on the ground… some look all shiny and new and have obviously been replaced in recent years… maybe through donations – or by family members

anyway I LOVE the cemetery…. ideally I’d like to live next to one… a nice old one though… maybe not a new one where people still come to be buried and mourn freshly dead friends and relatives – that might be too sad…

it’s so peaceful and quiet at the cemetery and the old ones are so beautiful!!

you can sit in the shade for hours, watching the critters play in the trees and listening to the birds singing and the breeze blowing through the leaves

it’s like the park but without all the screaming kids and barking dogs hehehe

plus there’s always something to read or to learn at the cemetery… it’s interesting to walk around and see all the really old graves and how they were remembered… were they someone’s grandma? a war hero? a spinster? a child?
you can just imagine how the people lived and worked - what totally ordinary, treatable illness did them in

the older cemeteries are also the most visually interesting… they didn’t seem to take the time to neatly organize everyone like they do today, stacking everyone in perfectly lined rows didn’t seem as important as placing them in a pretty spot under a nice tree… or a place with the easiest access or room for the whole family – so it’s all very haphazard – a grave here… a grave there… one pointing this way and one that way… some face the road, some face the woods – ya never know what you’re gonna find!

if you’re not easily creeped out I totally recommend you stop by one of your local old cemeteries and take a stroll through the graves… bring a book or some lunch… have a picnic under an old tree – you couldn’t ask for more peaceful surroundings!!

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this is one of the prettiest graves I saw the other day… I think maybe it was replaced by someone years ago because it doesn’t look like it could possibly be over 100 years old… compared to some of the graves there it looks almost new – but not quite – I love how the letters are all swoopy



this section was about as orderly as it got....



this poor guy was sitting all alone under some trees at the very back edge of the cemetery…



it's so nice sitting under the trees that some of them are already occupied....



sometimes you find a friend in the most unlikely of places hehehe



it looked like someone was trying to turn these graves into some kind of wall....




this is my favorite picture of that day... just a W laying in the grass

you might wanna have that looked at!!

ok I thought the cock flavored soup was bad enough but now I’m sure that foreigners are just perverts!! yesterday (at the same store I found the aforementioned soup), while once again browsing the ‘ethnic’ aisle, I found THIS….

I laughed and laughed (because that’s the kind of low class sense of humor that I have!!) then I picked up the can and in a very Barker’s Beauties sort of a way, asked my mother if I could interest HER in some spotted dick

she laughed and laughed too…. but at $4.79 a can neither of us could really afford to take the risk with some spotted dick

so this little discovery got me thinking… what other perverted foods are out there… I believe this will be my next obsession…. I'm on a scavenger hunt to track down a collection of bizarre perverted foreign foodstuffs - I'll line my kitchen with them... it will make for a great conversation starter!! why not? - everyone already gets such a big kick out of my packet of cock soup!! I'm sure these others will be a big hit too!!

so far I’ve come up with…



which appear to be some sort of maybe Hawaiian (hey that's practically foreign!) chocolate covered nuts

and



which are obviously some sort of orange flavored sugar wafer type cookie... what that has to do with tits I have no idea!!

I know it's a small lot so far but I'm sure in time I'll track down oodles of perverted products... I have faith in the foreigners!!