Houston, we have liftoff!

Miss Tammy has my site put together, and I shall publish my first post tonight. Come on over and visit.

Jr. Diva Rock Star

They gave her the fake microphone, sprayed pink froofroo stuff in her hair, did her nails, applied eyeshadow, and put little star things next to her eyes. For a shy kid, she sure was struttin through the mall after her evenin of beautification. Just look at that face.

Just Fer Fun

Child had me over to the side singing, 'The Hills are alivvvvvvvve with the sound of Grisssssswalllld!' If you haven't seen European Vacation with Chevy Chase, you won't understand, so just move on to the next picture.

"Free at last, free at last!"

My adorable great-nephew, Mighty Mouth, I mean Blaine, discovering Aunt Bonnie's ducks on Easter.

Isn't it sweet when little girls try to dress up to look like Mommy? awwwww

Stay Tuned

It's midnight, and time for me to sleep. But hold your collective breath, because later today, I'm going to post something magnificent! Spectacular! Something meaningful! OK, maybe that's going a little too far, but I do plan to put something up here that's a little more worthy of discussion than PS2 games, my withering web page, and Don Ho. I'm still singing 'Tiny Bubbles' though, so there.

Let's see...I need a good picture up here for today.

So uh, until I get this thing outfitted with a proper area for site links, this'll have to do.

• http://anamericanhousewife.com
• http://paulofyork.blogspot.com

PS2 Alert

Well, here's the deal. If you have an older PS2, and by older I mean if it's not one of the new teeny, tiny, skinny consoles, some of the newly released games will NOT work. Yes, that means if you want to play any of the newer games, you have to go back out and spend yet another hunerdandfiddy bucks for a new console. This stinks worse than week old roadkill. Madagascar is one game in particular that won't work with the 'old' console. You'll get a 'disk read error' message on your TV screen when you try to play it.
I'd like to personally thank Sony for whatever it is they didn't do to the old consoles that would enable them to read these new disks.
Let me also thank the makers of the new disks for making sure they wouldn't work in the old consoles.
And lastly, let me thank the sweet little lady who works in electronics at Wal Mart for apparently being the ONLY person in the ENTIRE store who knew about this glitch.
It's good to be thankful, isn't it?
Lemme tell yah, I've been to Wal Mart 3 times in less than 24 hours, and I am DONE.

Toe Tapping

I do so love music. Tonight we hit FYE and I hit the jackpot. They've started buying and reselling CD's, which is a good thing for us poor church mice. I've seen The Chieftains several times on some of the morning shows, but never had any of their recordings...until now! I saw them on a show one day, along with Bela Fleck, whose name I'd heard but whose music I wasn't familiar with. The CD I bought is 'The Chieftains-Down The Old Plank Road-The Nashville Sessions.' Apparently half of Nashville's country stars recorded with the Chieftains. There's Martina McBride, Bela Fleck, Vince Gill *drool*, Lyle 'thisiswhatyourhairlookslikewhenyoustickyourfingerinalightsocket' Lovett, Alison Krauss, Ricky Skaggs and a few others. It's sort of an eclectic mix of Ireland meets Nashville music, and I kinda like it. I also bought 2 cassettes, 1 of Big Band music and 1 of Elvis. Now yah know this had to be rounded out nicely with...a Don Ho CD. Yes, you read that correctly, that says Don Ho. Don't ask, k? But the best...the very, very best is.......A NEW KENNY WAYNE SHEPERD CD!!!! Yeah, yeah, I know Ledbetter Heights has been out for a little while, but I didn't have it. I just can't say enough good things about his music. The only thing wrong with this CD is that Noah Hunt wasn't his lead singer at the time this album was made. WAHHHH!
Anyway, time to put the sticky buns in the oven.

Kaput!

Well, normally I don't give up easily. Nope, I'm the type that will keep banging my head into a wall in hopes that eventually I'll knock it down. I've been banging my blasted head all day today trying to get this worthless piece of somethinsomethinsomethin web site up and running. I thought I had it for a minute there, but no, no dice. I followed the directions, which were many, confusing, and in my opinion not very thorough. It's just short of lovely when the directions show you how to do the most important part...publish...with software you don't even HAVE, and the host doesn't offer. Of course I tried the software that they DO offer, and it appeared that my posts were coming up. However, when I went to the site in a different window, it said I was forbidden to go there. I never! If, by tomorrow, I don't receive a response to the questioning email I sent the web mistress tonight, I say to heck with it all. I'm having a perfectly lovely time sitting here talking to myself in the privacy of my own little box.

As Scarlett O'Hara would say, 'tomorrow is another day.' Maybe after a good night's sleep I'll come up with something decent to talk about instead of this Son of Beelzebub web site.
It's the spawn of satan, I tell yah.

T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I've just taken a break from looking through all my web hosting...stuff. I've been exposed to things I've never touched before. After my browsing, I came to the conclusion that although this current blog may be simple without a lot of froofroo, that's the beauty of it. If I want to post, I just post and click 'publish'...nuttin to it. With an actual domain/site, I have to first get permission to log in from my Uno coach, get clearance from the FBI, be fingerprinted, practice several Yoga positions, submit a urine sample, remember 32 passwords, sweet talk my computer into NOT crashing, and some other things that are best not discussed in polite company. All this, and my hosting package did NOT come with any free neon lights with purchase. I feel cheated. I'm blaming this all on Carol. (when all else fails, blame someone else)

Twinkling off...

Joking, yes, got it. Oh, and my dear Carol, I did it. I searched, I looked, I thought (which hurt a LOT) and I finally got most of it squared away. *bamachickenscratch.com* Like it? It seemed to fit, for obvious reasons. I'll do the hosting set up in the morning, then I have to figure out how to change the name server and use Word Press. The site should be up in...oh, 6 or 8 months.
By the way, your friend Paul is picking on me. I hope he knows I have an entire team of trained, man-eating roosters in my back yard. Don't let the afro fool yah!

It's all about culcha, dahlin

Well gosh, Paul, we all need a little culcha, yah know. OK, so the real scoop is, I've seen the movie listed for a while on our pay per view schedule, and since I'd heard about the musical for years, I was kinda curious about it. Plus, it was $1.99 for an all day ticket. You just can't pass up culcha at that price.
Sometimes when I'm feelin a bit held back by Suthen culcha, I like to expand my horizons. Why, just the other day I ate Swiss cheese! (although yah still can't beat that yummy 'gubment' cheese) And yesterday, I made German Rye bread. On my more desperate days when I'm grasping at straws for excitement, I cook pinto beans and call them frijoles.

Blogs...and stuff

Just from what I've seen in the past few minutes, I think this blogging business might be getting out of control. I hear there's a Bloggers Annonymous meeting at 10, 2 and 4 on one of these sites.
Now here I sit with my piddly little blog...no ads, no banners, no flashing thingies, no pictures, nuttin...just words. I'm SO outta the loop here! I s'pose some of us just need to easssssse into these things. It's not like I haven't had a blog before, because I have. I've had more than 1, actually, but it's been a little while. Maybe tomorrow I'll run to Wally Mart and pick up some flashing neon signs and plant them on my little blog.
Anyway, on to other things. I watched Phantom Of The Opera today. The movie was great, except for one thing. There are times, even though it IS a musical, when the dialog really should be spoken and not sung. Also, at the start of the movie, and at different points during, they show the man and woman at the auction. Call me stupid as a stick, but I still haven't figured out who they are. Is it Raoul and Miss What's Her Name, the ballet director, or is the man the Phantom after some decent plastic surgery? I just didn't get it, because he bid on and won the Phantom's little monkey clock/music box, or whatever it was, and put it on Christine's grave. But while he was at her grave, it showed a red rose tied with a black ribbon, which is what the Phantom always left for her. If the old man is Raoul, why did he buy something that had belonged to the Phantom and put it on Christine's grave? Maybe I missed some symbolism somewhere. See, this is where the 'disorder' thing comes in. HA!

Today's Chaos

So, here we are getting ready for school to start again. The last time I checked, I paid taxes for education, but apparently those taxes don't pay for Germ-X, Clorox Wipes, Dry Erase Markers, Kleenex and so on. But, after taking out a second mortgage on our house, I think we have all the supplies on the list. (the one that looked like a novel)
Our project for the day is getting the chirpers, crowers, cacklers, gobblers, buckwheaters and quackers fed. It looks like I might need to take out a third mortgage. Oy vey!