Honestly?

Honestly? Bristol Palin on Dancing with the Stars!?! She's such a good and pure girl now will she only do the fox trot in a turtleneck? Can't wait to see that train wreck.

Honestly? Men aren't getting older they are suffering from LowT!?! Women I guess no longer go through menopause -- we have LowE!?! (Estrogen for those who need to know).

Honestly? Pawlenty rejected $850,000 for sex education in favor of abstinence only programs!?! How I wish his parents had chosen abstinence. "It's better to spend no money on sex education if it's going to have a condom message. You are pouring fuel on the fire" said Tom Prichard, a proponent of abstinence-only sex education.

Honestly? I have to go to work again !?!

It's Cool To Go To School

I thought I'd try to cool you off by showing a picture of my nephew Perry skiing in Chile.

Hope you had a great weekend, I did. I had a chance to go to dinner with Lori, my best friend from high school. Her parents are the sparents I spoke of before. I have to admit as much as I miss my mom and dad I'm glad I don't have to do all the work she is doing. Last week they had their bathtub removed and replaced with a walk-in shower. Lori now is left with cleaning up the mess. There is plaster everywhere and she is dusting walls, washing linens, etc. I don't even want to do that at my own place much less someone else's place.

I'm going to take classes this fall in web development and design. I better hurry up and do my back to school shopping. I'll need some new outfits, a notebook, pencils, crayons, paste, pencil box, lunch box, flatscreen tv, GPS, iPad, oops, perhaps I've gotten carried away again. One of the nice things about taking the class is I can get the computer programs that I'll be learning for dirt cheap because I'm a student. Hooray. Do you think you can get a new couch for less if you're a student? You should be able to.

Of course with taking classes come the typical concerns about having time to work on my assignments, juggling school with work, who will I sit with on the bus, will anyone ask me to homecoming, should I sign up for the pep squad AND dance committee? This is a lot of pressure to deal with. I think I better go see my school counselor -- I hope he's hot!!!

Thanks So Much

Thanks to so many people who had such nice things to say to me after yesterday's post. I am very lucky to have great friends around me. I will read those whenever I'm feeling a little down.

Yesterday I ran into someone I use to work with (I wish it had been with my car but unfortunately we were just walking through the Skyway downtown). I said hi and he goes "What's your name again?" I said "Mary" and he responds "That's right, now I remember." Isn't it nice that he acknowledged and I knew my own name? And after I told it to him, he "remembered" it. He's like some sort of genius that guy.

Happy Friday, hope you have a fun weekend planned.

Humiliation on a stick

Yep, it's Minnesota State Fair time when people gather to eat junk, walk around aimlessly, and eat more junk. Each year my company gives us 1/2 day off and a ticket to the fair, plus a little spending money. They started when we won a contest with the MTC for a poem I submitted. We got 50 tickets to the fair and our own bus. They've continued the tradition since then.

Last year I went to the fair to go to the Randy Travis concert. I went on my own because I didn't know anyone who was as wild about Randy as I am (I now know Peter is as wild about Randy as I am). So I was eating junk and walking around aimlessly when four guys who were probably around 21 and drinking beer started to make fun of me and my size. After so many years of being subjected to that I was kind of use to it so I just kept going but these guys decided to follow me. They were making oinking noises and saying "look out here comes a heffer." I didn't think it was worth pointing out that a heffer is a cow and cows don't oink. Well this continued for quite a while. I finally asked them to stop and leave me alone and it got worse. After about 15 minutes of this I was so upset I turned and went home. Never saw Randy. It was such a horrible time.

So I can't decide if I want to go back to the fair. I know if I don't go those a-holes win. I'll have to think about that one. I'm scheduled to go next Thursday afternoon so I have a week to ponder the decision. Stand by ... well don't just stand there until next Thursday unless you have nothing else to do.

How To Keep A Miner Busy

Have you heard about the 33 miners in Chile who may be stuck in a hole until Christmas? I don't know if I could do it, stay in a small confined space with 32 other people waiting for some sort of "treat" to come out a pipe.

I would be afraid of the guy who said "Hey I have an idea, let's play a game. Let's pretend we are soccer players whose planes have crashed in the Andes." What are you going to do? Crawl up the 6" pipe?

"Doctors say they plan to keep the men informed and busy." Great. They'll yell down the pipe "You're still stuck!" and then try to start up a rousing game of I Spy. "I spy with my little eye some dirt." Game over.

Tomorrow get ready for a session of "Hide and Seek."

She's Gone To Work

Okay, mom was running late and said she didn't have time to do a post so left it to me. It's been a busy time lately. There is a lot of grass that needs to be watered and even more grass that needs to be rolled in. Begging for food is not what it use to be. I think she's on to me and my sad eyes just are not cutting it any more. So I've taken up salivating on her feet -- that seems to do the trick.

Had a pedicure the other day. Doesn't seem fair that we're charged the standard $12 when there is only 3 legs. I think we should get a 25% discount that can be used towards MORE TREATS, MORE TREATS, MORE TREATS.

Well I better get to sleep ... that's my job you know, to hold down the floor until mom gets home. Have a good day.

Pupperoni Rules!!!!!

Freckles

Happy Monday????

Now that the Minnesota State Fair is almost here the cliche you'll hear most often is "I can't believe summer is almost over" and it will be accompanied by a rather sad face. I've learned not to reply with what's in my heart but rather to nod and smile and say "It sure goes fast." What I want to say is "Thank God it's almost over."

I really don't care much for summer. At least not as an adult. When you're a kid it's great because you don't have school and you get to pretty much goof off for three months. My favorite part of summer was the four weeks I'd spend at camp. I went to Lyman Lodge out on Lake Minnetonka. It's not there anymore -- the YWCA sold it and now there are mini-mansions where there use to be cabins. I know those four weeks at camp were also my mom's favorite four weeks of the summer. It meant four weeks without being afraid every time the phone rang it would be a neighbor saying "Do you know what Mary is up to now?" I think the worse call she got along those lines were when my friend Debbie and I found my dad's stash of condoms in his nightstand and at first we thought it was candy but when we opened one up we realized, of course, it was a balloon. So we blew them up, tied a string around them, and I walked around the block yelling "Balloons for sale; balloons for sale." You can only imagine the joy my mother felt as a parent to pick up the phone and hear "Do you know that Mary is walking around the neighborhood with rubbers on a string?"

No wonder they invented birth control pills.