How to Have an Affair?

Excuse my language, but this little cutesy bit of advice really, really pisses me the fuck off.Not to mention it reads as if it were written by a fifteen-year-old.
I spotted the damned thing as an ad on hotmail, if anyone's wondering.

I Was Raised Among Wolves.

This photo and entry may explain why I tend to like a lot of "guy stuff"--not neccessarily football,beer,and working on cars(although I do love vintage vehicles),but I loved G.I. Joes and Hot Wheels,playing in the mud with toy dinosaurs,and although I'm a klutz and not very "sporty", the hand-to-hand combat in some backyard sports never really bothered me.It's these wolves and hyenas I was raised with.They are my brother and his best pals during our time living in our house in Stone Mountain, Georgia.
Anyway,this picture is on my brother Scott's 16th birthday,1980, and he has his jaws wired shut.That's him in the "Red Cruce" shirt. His piece of birthday cake, like everything else he ate at the time, went into the blender.Oh,my god, the sound of a blender still takes me back to those days,when my mother had to pack a liquified lunch for Scott to take to school every day.I woke up every morning for many weeks to the sound of something being pureed in the blender, and after a while I didn't want to know what the something was anymore.Scott would feed himself by putting cheeseburgers and hotdogs in the blender.*gag*
From left to right are; Tony,who is still a dear friend and can fix my car (and it's done right) at his own successful repair shop to this day; David, who's hair is not on fire--he's wearing a hat and standing right in front of our cute little yellow kitchen chandelier-like light fixture; and Vince,of whom we lost track. I'm on the end,of course, holding my cat,Little Kitty.
Vince babysat me on occasion. Tony would bang on the bathroom door to scare me if I was taking a bath. David once dumped me on my head in the shallow end of the public swimming pool. I wanted to ride dirt bikes with them but I only had a girlybike.Scott willingly let me play with the guy toys growing up, so I got a good dose of G.I. Joe, Johnny West, and marvelous creations like the Strange Change Machine and all sorts of action figures from Planet of the Apes to Evel Knievel and the Scramble Van.
Among a group of women, I often tend to feel totally out of my element.A lot of times I simply can't relate to them.Put me with a group of guys and I feel much more comfortable.I owe thanks to/can blame this strange quirk on this bunch.
Bless 'em, every one.

If George had a grave, he'd be rolling in it.

So there's a new movie out called Knocked Up.Seems to be making a joke out of, you know, actually getting married before you have kids.But I'll stay off the soapbox on that one and spare you.

What really pisses me off is that The Travelling Wilburys' song "End of the Line" is in the soundtrack.

George produced some nutty movies through his company Handmade Films, but..ugh...I think he'd really puke over this flick.


EDIT: George Harrison has no grave. He was cremated within hours of his death, and his ashes were supposedly scattered in the Ganges River.

The Beatles as Vultures.

If you watch the Disney movie Jungle Book,you may notice a distinct similarity of the Vultures to The Beatles. I have heard numerous stories from "The Beatles were asked to do the voices and refused,mainly through John Lennon throwing a fit" to "The Beatles were asked to provide the voices and their scheduling simply didn't have room for it". Nevertheless,although one could say that the carrion birds could resemble any sixties British band, there are some individual features they have that remind me very much of The Fab Four. I cannot deliver a YouTube clip, unfortunately--that stinks,because some of the voices they did end up with are strikingly similar to the Beatle to which each one corresponds.You just gotta hear them!
Ah, well..Let's explore.



Ziggy is the "John" vulture.He is the main joker, the instigator of trouble and is...well....chunky.



Dizzy is our "George".He is extremely deadpan and his voice has a most humorous resemblance to the real George's. He is also by far the skinniest and the most hunched-over,matching Harrison's thin frame and often hunched shoulders.



Buzzy is the "Ringo" version of the Vultures.He's the shortest,has the deepest voice, a huge beak,and virtually no chin. I might also add that when he speaks, you hear a little snare drum in the soundtrack.



And then there's Flaps, the "Paul". He speaks in quick, short sentences and has the "pretty" look of the four, with big dreamy eyes and an often-puckered mouth.



Here is Ziggy coaxing the others, or rather shoving them, off the end of their branch to go down and hassle Mowgli.


The Vultures pick on Mowgli,cracking jokes at his strange apearance(they have no idea what a human is) until they realize they've hurt his feelings and regret doing so. Look how Dizzy is standing, looks so very like George.



The four sing like a barbershop quartet,but Dizzy, Flaps and Ziggy (George, Paul and John) start the main harmony and Buzzy adds a low part at the end, again like Ringo.



Despite their shabby appearance and slight obnoxiousness, the Vultures have hearts of gold and welcome Mowgli into their circle (okay, the Beatles were more tightly knit than that). But here, Dizzy and Flaps look especially like George and Paul, I think. With Dizzy, it's the "hair". Flaps just has that ever-cheerful-Paul expression.

Two Tigers for Thurl.

Something just occured to me.Thurl Ravenscroft was the voices of two famous tigers---not only was he the voice of Tony the Tiger and pushed the very delicious Frosted Flakes Cereal,but he was the singing voice of Shere Khan,from Disney's The Jungle Book.




Thurl passed away on Sunday, May 22, 2005 at the age of 91.So many attractions at Disneyland were graced with his voiceovers that it's easy to believe he is still with us. From the booming singing bust in the Haunted Mansion graveyard to Fritz the talking parrot in the Enchanted Tiki Room, Ravenscroft has left an indelible stamp on Disneyland and on our memories.--MousePlanet.com



Miss ya, Thurl.

My Dream Dog.

My husband has no interest in having a dog.But I'm still pretty lucky since he knew fully well that I do cat rescue and have two noisy parrots,and he married me anyway. And he didn't object when I got lots of fish and even rats.But if we ever moved somewhere where I had space for a dog,this is my dream dog.I would have a black standard poodle--rescued, of course.This photo is of a rescued poodle named Caesar.Mutts are probably my best choice, and I've had mutts all my life, but giving a purebred dog a second chance isn't out of the question for me,either.
I had dogs all my life.I love dogs, but I have to admit, it's nice right now having something that doesn't bark.
I love poodles.My very first dog, Trinket, was half poodle.I still think poodles, despite the sissy image generated from their haircuts, are excellent dogs.These dogs are highly intelligent and one of the most trainable breeds. They are pleasant, happy and sensitive. They can learn almost anything, and a Standard can be a very protective guard dog.Keep your pit bulls and Rottweilers.

I Survived Drinking out of the Hose.

My Dad sent me this.Amused me greatly.

TO ALL THE KIDS
WHO SURVIVED the
1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!


First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. I do have to cut in on this one with, Yeah, really stupid to do that.But, nobody really knew back then.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, ate tuna from the can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we
rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from it.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank kool-aid made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because...

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING !

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day.

And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down
the hill, only to find out we'd forgotten about brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chat rooms!
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no
lawsuits from these accidents.

We ate mud pies made from dirt.

We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays,

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang
the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned

HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!


If YOU are one of them . . . CONGRATULATIONS!