tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331556998694459122009-12-14T03:04:43.569-06:00Streams of what I think/ Dribbling from my computer/ Life in the Riverderfinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985derfina@aol.comBlogger169125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233155699869445912.post-45407357335211599992009-08-14T09:37:00.002-05:002009-08-14T10:37:30.009-05:00

*yawns**stretches**sniffs*Ahhh...the pogey plant is cranked up today and the wind is blowing east, so there is a hint of rotting fish (or as my sister in law likes to call it, the smell of steak and eggs-her daddy was a pogey boat captain) in the air.  *sniffs again, blinks*  But what's that?  Do you smell it?*nose points judiciously into the air**eyes brighten*Mmmm...Ralph Lauren...Polo...Cool

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So...What have ya'll been up to?Without overstating the obvious, I have taken a giant (to me) break from the computer, at least as far as blogs are concerned.  Today, for the first time since *thinks back*...Well, really since Europe if I'm really being honest, that I've given more than just a cursory glance to my Blogger dashboard. We have done a great deal of traveling this year, and between

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Pardon me whilst I melt down here, real public like, m'kay?Obviously, I've been fighting my own sort of writer's block, and today? Well, I guess today it all came to a head and popped like the zit my life sometimes becomes-but again-self inflicted gets no pity.One minor prollem has been the fact that my 'major' computer acts all friendly like we are getting along just fine, then all of a sudden

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Hmmm. Where do I start when it's been over a month? *peers out the window at "THE MAN" as they are known around here*I guess the best way to do this would be to give you the Cliff Notes version first, then I will go back and elaborate as I see fit.When I left ya'll, I had just made it to MECCA MECCA HI MECCA HIDEY HO Amsterdam all by myself and managed to clear customs and immigration AND find

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*flicks away a cobweb**chokes on dust**bustles about readying self to sit still long enough to write**clears throat**looks out the window at the Sheriff's Department boat searching for the body**decides tomorrow would be a  good mo' betterer day to re-start blogging*(Life is what happens when you STEP. AWAY. FROM. THE. 'PUTER.)

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Just a quickie update to let you all know we made it safely and that I found the Innocent Bystander within twenty minutes of when my plane landed, and that includes going through customs. Our room is not ready, so we are fixing to hit the ground running. First stop, coffeeshop. Second stop, Rijksmuseum. Third stop, hopefully room and shower. Whenever we get a room and have time, I will give a

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I feel like one of those nervous little rat dogs-you know the ones I'm talking about.  The ones that sit there and shake like little maracas, then pee a little if you just look at them?  I'm just saying-please don't LOOK at me!Well, last I heard the boat that is supposed to be picking up the Innocent Bystander (that was supposed to pick him up YESTERDAY) was on it's way.  It was due in at eleven

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Panic AttackHyperventilatingPuking, Vomiting, Barfing, Upchucking, Blowing ChunksShitting my pantsFull Body OrgasmExplodingHeart jumping out of my throatNow, that's what I call poetry.  *snort*

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So my bags are packed, I've retrieved my passport from the safe, I've picked out which red panties I will wear on the first leg of the trip.  I'm minding my own business, surfing the net, and for some reason I decided to check oyibosonline.com, the site for expats in Nigeria.  Yesterday's news was that the entire oil industry in Nigeria is on the verge of a three day strike beginning Wednesday.  

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*Pauses to look at the two shiny new followers*  *waves*  *huffs then buffs knuckles and pats self on the back*  *Tries to remember today's topic*Ahem.  Sorry about that.  I get distracted easily.  Particularly when I think about how long it's been since there has been any positive change in the Beautifulist.  So what if I'm related to one and the other may have felt obligated.  I will take ya'll

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For the record:  Don't insult my intelligence.  It really pisses me off when I'm reading one of my favorite blogs, which has, literally HUNDREDS of followers-it shows them right there on the farking page-and the author makes some facetious remark about their (singular) reader.  It may be a little haha funny if you are struggling for readers, but when you are getting thousands of hits a day on

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The Innocent Bystander made an executive proclamation: our little experiment in biodiversity is over.  He made me take the nesting box out of the cage.  Ahab (I just can't call her Ahabella-hell, I can barely bring myself to say her) had been sitting on her eggs for six weeks, and was only coming out of the box two or three times a day to take some wicked birdie dumps and grab a bite to eat.  

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I am down to ten days until my trip, and I am absolutely VIBRATING.  Next week is going to be a whirlwind.  I have an appointment on Monday with Dr. Wonderful to get my hips injected and possibly score some 'roids.  I have an appointment to get my roots done.  I was going to get a manicure and a pedicure, but I just can't justify spending that kind of money, so those I will do myself.  I have

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I am afraid to leave the house, for fear I will be the next wreck of the day.  I am afraid to get excited, for fear I will have a stroke.  I mean, if it can happen to people I read every day, people who are so freaking SOLID in my head, I can't help but think that it could happen to me, too.  So what do I do?I cook.  And then I eat.  And I feed my neighbors.  And strangers.  I took a pot of

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Where were you when you got the news?Personally, I was sitting in the DMV, minding my own business, when my text signal went off.Dar: Braja was in a bad wreck.Me: In Bangkok?  She okay?Dar: No, it's bad.Me: How did you hear?Dar: No, it's bad-lotsa surgery.  Reading now.  Vodka Mom.Me: I'm at the DMV and can't use the phone.  Details, woman, details!Dar:  Go to prabhupada.orgSo I did.  Now, for

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I imagine myself sitting here, staring out these windows of mine, trying to paint you a picture.  I have never been accused of having an artistic bone in my body.  *pauses for WAAAAY too long to contemplate THAT* *snorts*  It's okay.  What is the worst I can do?  Mess it up?  No, just not do it justice.  ^^shrugs^^  What the hell.I create for myself the perfect paintbrush, long, unfinished wood*

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I guess one of the reasons I've hesitated to write this post is because it is really not my story. It truly belongs to the Innocent Bystander, but he won't write it himself, because, he says, he would have to title it "These Motherfuckers". So keep in mind that this is an "as told to" story. Also, please keep in mind that whilst it may be obvious that I/we find some parts of this funny, in all

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Okay.  I have survived the plague.  I was going to tell you the story of the song today, but I am pressed for time due to an obligation with El Juevo, and I have some pressing announcements, so the story is going to have to wait ONE MORE DAY.  Sorry...MADE YA LOOK!!!First.  Yes, a woman was murdered who lives on Shingle Mill Landing Road, but NO, it was not me.  Nor did I have anything to do with

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Sorry, ya'll.  I know I said you'd get the story behind the song, but it is going to have to wait.  I tried to sit here and write, but my head is pounding and I'm running a fever and I just can't.  I'd send you *smooches* but I don't want to get any on you.  Thank you all for your get well wishes. This dishrag is headed back to the couch.

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Beh.Everything is such an effort.  *sigh*  I be saggin', ya'll.  About noontime yesterday I started getting a weird, tickle-ish feeling in one side of my nose.  Kinda like when you get a sneeze stuck.  Only in this case, it is most definitely NOT stuck, but the feeling has persisted, and I have progressed to the snot factory stage with a side of sore throat.  Where the hell does all this chit

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You know what THAT is?-------->>>THAT is a picture of what we fondly call "kitchen time out."  It is a regular part of our day.Every morning, after I've cleaned the birds' cages and we've sung the Good Morning Jesus song, I go into the kitchen to chop their fruits and veggies and make coffee.  Invariably, I hear the 'tick tick tick' (talons don't 'do' pitter patter) of little feet trying to sneak

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Yesterday started like most others around here, up at the buttquack of dawn and out the door to be greeted by this:This is just a small contingent of those who faithfully, every morning, quack me up.  In return, I am very generous with the Ole Roy. (Bread, contrary to popular belief, is not good for ducks/geese-it can contribute to a condition called angel wing, which prevents them from flying.  

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First, a piece of advice.  *tunes up imaginary git-fiddle* *clears throat, and starts singing in a very country twang* "Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be JUEVOS..."I am serious, folks.  I have managed to raise (or 'rear' for all of you getting out the red pens) (heh. I said rear) two sons but I don't think I properly prepared either one of them for the real world. Fortunately for Jamie (

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Jason Mesnik, Douchebag of the Year!That's really all I have today.  Between trips to visit the porcelain Goddess and reading wonderfully descriptive blogs about disgusting products, songs and phrases, I did manage to watch the season finale to The BASTARD The Bachelor, and may I just say?  *coughsmegmasuckingcheesedickdoanythingtobeontvjustonemoretimecrybabyPRICKcough*I think when the SECOND '

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Well, my morning got off to a rolicking good start.  I got up and fed the geese, ducks (Quack you very much?  Why, you're quite welcome.  *mutters* 'Bout time...ingrates.) and kitteh, then came in and took care of the bird cages.  I drank a cup of coffee and took my vitamins and bp meds, then picked El Juevo up to take him to school.  It's all good.I asked him if he wanted a biscuit, since he

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