I thought he was getting fat *updated

Speck LOVES Yogies. We give them to him as treats. Lots of them. Because they said it was okay.



*He loves them SO much we ran out...and had to buy more.

When he has to get a gastric bypass, I'll be sending them the bill.

Gushy Xmas post

I wanted to take this time to thank all of you bloggers for the past year. It has truly been a great gift. You people are witty, charming and hilarious....you have wisdom beyond comprehension and tell the dirtiest jokes. It has been a joy to live vicariously through all of you...except you, Blog Ho...you just make me want to shower.

Peace to all of you and to those you love!
Be safe.

Love,
Freedom Girl
:)

And the best greeting award goes to....

Overheard at Starbucks:

"Happy Seasonal Non-Secular Event of Your Choosing and a Peaceful New Year"


Ha!


Hope you and yours have a Happy Whatever. Peace to all.

Well said, sir!

The Grish has an awesome post. Go read it.

When it snows, aint it thrillin' ?

THIS is so friggin' cool! The snowflakes are beautiful and the photography is awesome. If you scan down to the middle of the page, you can see a movie of a snow crystal forming...I'm sure its MUCH cooler if you are loaded first. Now go make your own!

Worry Wart

My folks just called from Slidell. They drove in yesterday.

Sounds like a REALLY interesting atmosphere...

the first campground they went to refused to let them park because they didn't think my mom would be safe...the second one asked them if they had a gun...WTF?

Appearently, there is an Old West mindset, and the campgrounds in the area are very much like miningcamps of the gold rush era. The men, who live mostly in tents, work hard all day....then drink and fight all night. Most of them are transient workers, who pick up work where ever they can. And there are very few women.

My parents ended up going out of town about 45 minutes to find a decent place, in Robert,LA. They will be commuting to work from there.

I really wish they wouldn't tell me crap like that. It makes me worry. I know that they would never do anything dangerous, or stay anywhere dodgey...and that daylight is much different than the night...but still...I worry.

Hot Buttered Rum...what a great invention

My two favorite things...butter and alcohol. No finer elixir exists. YUM! Just add rum. Dude, Harvey The Rabbit is so my yuletide drinking buddy.

Okay, Pinocchio, tell me a story

I got this from Rich, who stole it from Carol...

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment here on my blog with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - but it has to be FAKE. When you're finished leaving your comment, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Note: I will read each one and respond in kind.

Now....Let the hilarity ensue.

GO!

Presents!

A blogger buddy sent me a gift! Woo Hoo!

Aughra sent me the very cool book
America. I didn't know her email, so I took a guess and figured it was aughra@gmaildotcom...but I was wrong. Whoever has that address probably thinks I'm a perv, cause this is the message I sent:

Aughra!

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I love it! You are most thoughtful and
kind. I don't need any naughty pics of you....how about Fodge or your Dad?
*wink wink*

Your blog buddy,
Freedom Girl :)

Ha!

Wintery Bits

• The neighbor's inflatable Santa is laid out in his yard, halfway deflated...he looks passed out drunk.
• I got my fingers stuck together with Super Glue today. Four of them. Oh, did I mention that I was holding the pin that I used to unclog the tube?
• My cat was in a very deep, peaceful sleep, so I put Sheena(is a punk rocker- the chihuahua) up on the bed, just to mess with her.
• While I was putting my cart in the corral after leaving the grocery store today, I noticed someone had left a bottle of bleach on the underside of a cart....so I took it.
• I decorate my xmas tree with angels because I think they are beautiful mythical creatures, not because I believe in them.
• I have already regifted this year...three times.
• Hubs did not think my homage to Richard Pryor was funny. I told him Richard would have.
• Someone in the neighborhood has been covertly rearranging xmas yard decorations so that it looks like the reindeer are fucking. I giggle with delight every time I see a new victim.
• I like the wrapping paper I use to match my tree decorations.

RIP- Richard Pryor

You were a funny muthafucka.

 

Must be good Karma

"We're leaving. You want these three raffle tickets?"

Last night we went to a fundraiser for a local food bank called FISH FOOD. It was a concert of local bands. We went because Blaine's guitar guru, Jayme, would be there with his band Stranger Than Fiction.

Anyhoo. Blaine has been dealt a sweet hand in the luck department. We bought like 30 raffle tickets, hoping, but not expecting anything. But Blaine cleaned up! We came home with gift certificates for haircuts,tacos and drum lessons, a cd from a local band, and
A NEW IBANEZ GUITAR with gig pack!!

What is even cooler, is that the grand prize winning ticket was given to us, by some people who didn't stay the whole night. Score!

I think I finally figured out how to link Amazon...now buy me stuff. Heh.

*scratch that...I fucked up somehow...I have 2 lists on it and can't seem to merge the two. HMPH. I'm such an idiot.

**Not such an idiot after all...I think I got it now. Let the gift giving begin!
I know it is shameless, but really, everyone is doing it. Besides, its really for my family. You guys don't need to buy me stuff. But, if you DO...I won't get mad.*wink wink*

By doze iz wed

I got my noggin x-rayed today. And once again, I have a killer sinus infection. My right sinus is completely obstructed. I'm on heavy antibiotics, so hopefully there will be no need for another surgery. I swear that it was the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. And the recovery was vile.

My family, though, finds it very entertaining...
Betuz I talb fuddy anb by doze iz wed.

Maybe I'm Not A Grinch, After All

Last night was a good night to live in a small town.

We listened to Blaine sing carols with the honor choir. Everyone shook their keys during Jingle Bells. We counted down the tree lighting, and erupted in cheers when it did. Santa come ashore on a tugboat surrounded by local festival royalty. We walked down to the marina to vote on the best decorated boat, then took a hay ride through downtown and drank cocoa while listening to the clock tower chiming Jingle Bell Rock.

Oh! And we saw a shooting star!

A death in the family?

Today we heard some disturbing news...Misty McElroy has resigned as Director for Rock'n'Roll Camp for Girls. She says her vision and mission were no longer being honored.

It looks as though she may have been forced out by the Camp's board of directors...

From rumors I've heard, Misty is going to court to save her beloved camp.

The question remains...will there be any more Rock'n'Roll Camp For Girls? And if there is a camp next year, will it be a cookie cutter corporate whore kind of camp? A suit and tie version of young female empowerment? Lets hope not.

We love RnRC4G and would hate for it to end. We hope that the allegations against the camp aren't true, and that this is all a big misunderstanding.

Blaine would be swallowed up in a corporate version of camp...they just wouldn't "get" her. She would become invisible. At Rock Camp in the past, she has been able to shine, to be seen for who she is, without worry.

Telling her that Camp is no more would be like telling her that a sister has died. So, for now, I'm holding back the news until the courts decide her sisters fate. I've removed the Camp icon and link until things are sorted out.

Our good wishes go out to Misty and her family. We will always support her and her vision of girls plugging in and turning the dial to eleven.


Love and Rock.