Rednecks @ MindSay

Yes, another election 2008 post.

Today, while cruising around in Smalltown, TX, I saw another sad attempt to win people over to John McCain's side. It had a picture of Obama and McCain side by side. Both were very old pictures of the candidates. Obama was wearing muslim gear and McCain was wearing military gear. Below the picture it said something like - Why is your head still up your ass?

That's not even the worst part. The worst part was above the picture where it said something like - If your still undecided...

That's right, it said "your" instead of "you're". I don't think that is going to sway undecided voters. However, if they haven't decided by now, when will they?

An old blog entry is presented here now just after a great man from Ohio has done the right thing.  Dennis Kucinich has introduced 35 Articles Of Impeachment against George W. Bush.

 

Now the question is who among the ball-less, gut-less, the spine-less Democrats of the house and senate will stand with this great man, this man of great intellect and political courage.  Who?  Who indeed?

 

Senator Barbara Boxer, I suspect, will not quake and shun her sworn duty to uphold The Constitution of  one of The United States of North America [aka AUSPONA]. 

 

March 3, 2005 7:17 PM |

The first pic is taken off a bridge on the pond.. Isn't that pretty? Some leaves are starting to change. The second pic is the little gazebo on the small pond.  The next two are pics of the dinner bell they have by the community area here at the campgrounds.  The next one is our campsite. 

 

 Okay, it's getting too muggy out here and the new family that just pulled in a RV next to us... campsite 13 mind you, the NUMBER alone should give you a clue as to the type of family.

 

 OMG. 

 

They just came back from a walk .. 3 adults, 3 kids, 2 dogs.. and not one would smile, wave or return the friendly wave and hello I gave them. Thinking they didnt see me, I did it again. nope.

 

WHATEVER ................FREAKS. 

 

Next I hear this excited BELLOWING "theres a dead bird, come here, look, dead bird.. dead bird." 15 minutes later they are still gaga 'about a dead bird. Maybe that's dinner ?  They are loud and rude and very redneck.

 

What an odd set up. Me the 'citified' girl on a laptop at her picnic table listening to music and the redneck freaks next door frying bird singing billy ray cirrus... going for a walk, take some more pictures to share later...

 

Love and Laughter,

Dawn

 

 

Yesterday we looked at the apartment in Friendship.  To keep Woody from yelping in the car I had to go out and buy him a Wendy's jr. bacon cheeseburger.  I laid it down on the seat and all three of us ran from the car.  By the time he finished eating the burger we were out of sight.

Looking at the place was awkward because the woman was also showing the place to another couple at the same time.  It was beautiful though and quite large.  Ryan and my bedroom is about the size of a large dinning room, more than enough size.  The other rooms were large too with marble fireplaces.  We were afraid the other couple was going to take it, for once we all agreed on a place.  The couple left though with out grabbing an application.  We talked to the lady about the security deposit.  To move in each of us will need seven-hundred dollars.  She forgot about the dog and since we had Woody in the car we offered to show her.  She told us the security deposit for the dog would be five to eight-hundred dollars, which bummed us out.  We'd never heard of a pet deposit being so much.

Later though Randy called the lady back and she made arrangements with us.  So as far as I know we are moving and I couldn't be more excited.  I want to live in this neighborhood so badly.

Then later in the day, me feeling horrible from this sore throat I've had for three days now, we went to my house and picked up my pay check.  We were on our way to my mom's so I could give her my car money.  Along the way we stopped for cold medicine.  We met my niece at Sheetz so I could give her thirty-dollars in hopes she could find me tea.  Her friend Melissa was picking it up for me.  She's one of the few women that I have a major crush on.  It's just not that she's beautiful and has dark hair and an Italian complextion.  She also has this great personality, almost tom boyish.  Where she's pretty yes, but she also isn't one of those girlie girls.  She hugged me when I saw her and I thought my whole body was going to explode. 

At my mothers we sat outside while Ryan and her smoked and drank coffee.  She told me to go to the supermarket to get honey and lemon for my throat.  While we were gone Beverly actually showed.  I hadn't planned the cook out even though I told Bev there would be one.  Firstly, I didn't think she would really show.  Second, my throat was hurting so badly I just wanted to lay down.  My mother also didn't know about the cook out.  So she told me to start the grill and she went back to the supermarket. 

She was gone for an hour and while she was gone I tried smoking the tea that Beverly and Melissa had gotten for me.  It made me feel like I was choking and I couldn't even enjoy it, I was in so much pain.  When my mother came back she had so much food it was ridiculous.  Three packs of hot dogs, two pounds of meat, corn, stuff to make coleslaw and more.  So everyone scrambled doing various chores my mother picked out for us.  My job was grilling the food but somehow Ryan took over.  He brought along some beer and I kept running to the car to get him another can.  He didn't want my mother to see him drinking because she doesn't exactly agree with that life style.  The grill kept erupting in flames and the foil kept catching fire!  Ryan wasn't sure how to make the corn on the grill and had this huge grin on his face.  My mother was inside the whole time preparing food and I felt badly because she wasn't outside and we were getting first dibs on the food. 

My nice also brought over her two monster children who wouldn't listen whatsoever, a three year old and four year old.  I think my mom enjoyed the company though.  She gets very depressed and said that maybe the reason she didn't clean up the house anymore is because no one visits.  She kept saying depressing things about being a slob.  It's not her fault after all she's old and she world sixteen hour some days.  In all though the cook out was fun and I'm glad my family got together.  I'm also happy that Ryan had a good time and got to meet everyone and see how dysfunctional my family is.  It didn't seem to bother him at all.

After all this we said good bye to my mom.  She chopped up some cabbage and gave me coleslaw mix along with hot dogs and left overs.  We met Beverly at a red neck bar down the road in New Alexandria, someplace called the Roadhouse.

The female bartender there was rude.  I sat next to the television at the bar and they were watching the Nascar races.  All I could hear was the roar or cars.  She asked me what I wanted to drink and I couldn't hear her the first time, so she yelled in my face, "What do you want to drink!"  So we all decided to go out on the deck and have out drinks which was nice until a group of rednecks came out hooting and hollering.  After that we drove around the nearby lake and smoked tea.  Aside from my throat hurting so much it was a great day. 

I need a coat of arms made up, with "People Are Stupid" in Latin and whatever the heraldry is for "retard rampant." A drooling gryphon or something. I'm serious. People. Scare. Me. I feel apprehensive about leaving the house and going out into the world and I live in INDIANA!!! This is redneck central. I once thought Indiana was in a realative safe zone. Oh how I loved the days when the stupidity rate was only about 7:10. Well... the stupid people are on the move. Sadly, I believe the rate has increased (esp. since Bush's rein of command. And Katriana. Come one verbally smack me. I dare you.) to a staggering 9:10.

 

Believe me, it's true. Just go to Wal-Mart.

 

As Ron White says, "You can't fix stupid." Well... unless you're God. And well... I'm not God. No one needs to remind me that I'm very much grounded here on earth amongst the scum of the... umm... world. Nope! I can't make them see the error of their ways as much as I'd like to. But... I can play God: I can write. Sounds horrible, I know. But anyway... I won't go here.

 

So... I'd like to write a book. Someday. Not now. It'd be fun!! My brain is full of stories that I could make come alive. MY stories. Ones that are not inhibited with... stupid people.

 

But... I have a dilemma. Everyone knows that even a halfway competent writer is required to have some sort of horrible psychological and/or medical problem.

1. Johnathan Swift: nicknamed the "mad parson", was obsessed with counting and bodily functions, in his old age his manservant showed him off to the public for a small fee

2. Hans Christian Andersen: hypochondriac, constantly carried a coil of rope for fear of being caught in a hotel fire

3. James Joyce: an underwear fetishist who kept a small set of "doll's knickers" in his pocket and pulled them out at parties

4. Marcel Proust: wrote most of his novels while lying in bed in a room lined with cork, had a sexual fixation with butchers, pierced live rats with hat pins

5. Samuel Johnson: apparently suffered from obsessive compulsive disorder and hypochondria, was unable to tell time by reading a clock

 

6. Edgar Allen Poe:  uh... no comment necessary.

I have come to the conclusion that, in order to be published, I must acquire some sort of eccentric malady. Carpal tunnel and hypothyroidism doesn't quite seem to fit the bill, so perhaps I should cultivate a fear of staplers or squeegees? I have issues with elevators but that doesn't seem cool enough.

I shall ponder this question....