Friday, March 24, 2006

Been in the ...

Slacking? Forsaken? etc etc.
I have been composing some entries, mentally, however it is rather inconvenient to blog from the bathroom.

Get your minds out of the toilet. Essentially my nights have been spent in the bathroom, pulling off "cutesy" wallpaper and drywall patching. Unfortunately a pre-project picture is missing. My 2 little help have been fired for the lack of height and one had deliberately pooped her diaper at close range while on duty. Phew!! Poison gas alert, with a snicker and a devilish grin.

Cheap therapy, out with the old, itchy fingers, Tim the Toolman reincarnated.

I'll be back.... when I am not as sore or tired. (Acting my age).

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

2 Extreme Childhoods

Congratulations to Kevin Sites, Recipient of 2006 Daniel Pearl Award.

2 extremes of childhood. One filled with hard work and loss of childhood, the other filled with hard work and loss of childhood.


Scenerio One. Gulsoma age 12, recalling her what happened since she was 4 years old.

"But it wasn't for lack of trying. Gulsoma said when her father-in-law finally let her out of the shed, he bound her hands behind her back and beat her unconscious. She says he revived her by pouring a tea thermos filling with scalding water over her head and her back."
Read the rest here.


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Scenerio Two. Chew Ying Ting, age 14, recalling recalling her daily activities.

"The 14-year-old now begins her day with a 6 a.m. wake-up call and finishes it at 10 p.m. or later, after several hours of homework and extracurricular activities. What most adults would regard as a long daily slog is entirely unexceptional for Singaporean youth. "I've seen people studying till 1 a.m.," Ying Ting shrugs."
Read the rest here.

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Aren't our children fortunate?

Monday, March 20, 2006

How to measure accomplishments

It has been years since Shock & Awe. The Shock from a simple bunker blaster vibrated through our tv screens and the Awe that the street lights are still on.

A human accomplishment of liberty presiding over dis-humanity. Accomplishment in the media is measured by the numbers of IEDs or the tv crews injured. Forgotten are the numbers of hospitals, schools, lives rebuilt, saved and born.

History in the modern era changed with hooligans. Brutality counterattacked with grace and humanity. May our children learn the right history, whether to turn the other way or take on the brutal with heart.

Our stars are remapped with technology, may our hearts and future be refilled with compassion, honour and humanity. Being the better person is difficult and the road to recovery is paved with landminds. Churchill did not look the other way with the holocaust and the villianious occupation of South East Asia. Years later his name is synonamous with greatness.

Time will allow the names of those who sacrificed and are still in the line of fire everywhere, to appear in history books, in the same sentence of greatness. In time, the tactics employed in Afghanistan and elsewhere will be standard in defense handbooks. In time, we will realize the Twin Towers have risen in spirit. In time, burkas are extinct, a purple finger is pride, responsibility is honour. In time, though not soon enough, honour returns.

In time, our hearts will be stronger and our minds are clearer as the big picture fades to the credits. Our patience, strength and some funny spirit some where have brought us here, one day at a time. In time, we will measure accomplishments with mutual standards.

Salute!

Monday, March 13, 2006

Almost time.....

Almost time for this freaking cold weather to lift.
I had cleared off the reminder of last fall, the leaves and wilthered plants. Revealed under the layers of slime and "good thing I am wearing gloves" mysterious cover, are shoots of tulips, hyacinth, hostas and chrysnthemums. A true indicator of Spring.

The overnight winds guts have spared us. Too bad the doggie deposits are still in my yard.

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How to explain to a 3 yr old, that Jerry Rice has ..... retired ...............again.
We'll find other programming and tell her Dancing with the Stars will follow shortly. Programming of praise:
* The Unit (so far they have not insulted any uniforms, yet.)
*Numbers (The elf from Santa Clause is a math wiz now. If an 8 year is intrigued by Mathematics, I am not writing an algorithm to analyse the possibility of failing interest.)
*CSI (er... there are times when sleep overtakes the "scientific eveidence")
*Iron Chef (Food.)

The list of shows rocks the younger one to sleep, while ignites the curiosity in the mental challenge of an 8 year old. Who did it and how will they solve it.

Oh and have to include GUNNY from MAIL CALL. HooAH!!

Friday, March 10, 2006

Reflect

Considering a few definitions: Enlightenment, patience and Closure.

"Patience is a virtue to the next level of enlightenment that will result in closure."
My reflection for today.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

In case if you are complaining about your day, this guy will jostle you, in more than 1 way.
http://shepherdaway.blogspot.com/

Glad you are home safe Capt'n B.
Semper Fi.

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http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060309/ap_on_re_as/china_human_rights

I had to laugh when I saw this headline and laughed harder when I read the article. For a better insight, China is still a communist country, oppression exists, liberty is not in their vocabulary, human rights standards are below par. China's protest to this report, thus, is hypocritcal.
*For example, to credit the largest dam in the world, hundreds and thousands were FORCED from their homes with little advance notice. Villages were simply flooded, analogous Atlantis.
*The one child per family rule remains, with the exception of a female as a first born. Afterwhich you have the option of a second child. If your firstborn is a son, you are done with childbearing. Any further reproduction will result in criminal judgement. If you bear a girl, you have the option of giving the child up or termination (aka tie a stone to the child and aim for a body of water, or any means comfortable. Trust me on that fact, I have a first hand relation.)
*etc etc etc. mumbling another language.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Just for F.

Happy bday to ****.
Happy bday to ****.

I wonder who **** could be?

In retrospect for where he is.
(no pork, porn or playboy)
This is something I think he missed.

A sun tanned bikini rear.

Okay, Fred pucker and kiss .... Here
V


Monday, March 06, 2006

Crashed, Broke, on the line.

Yawn... yawn...yawn....yawn. The Oscars. Something Crashed, Someone Broke their Backs, and someone walked the line. Yawn.
There are some issues with the Oscars, no one has seen the projects you are praising about!! Talk about rubbing an open wound with salt, let a chinese direct a movie on gay cowboys, while you let a westerner refuel a feud between the Japanese and the remainder of Asia. Brag about their high dollar door gifts for the overpaid pampered spoilt. By the way, the politically incorrect cross dressing has been overdone - Tootsie and Mrs Doubtfire.
Yawn.

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Happy birthday to you,
I did not mean to send that virus to you.
Wait till I track the source down,
I'll take them to PC Downtown.
Guts will start flying,
Teach them for the crap they are writing.

Anyway.... you are another year older wiser.
Celebrate with ...er... pork chops & Playboy (hehehe) & Rogaine Hair Gel (?),
Yeah I know, payback is hell,
Especially when I'll be the target a few days later.

This opportunity is rare.
Maybe a little unfair.
But to pick on a friend on his birthday.
Is just a friendly affair.

High Five Fred!! Salute!!

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Countdown

In a few more days .... a dear friend will be a year ... (er...) ....(er...)

1. Younger (Nah.. unfitting, got to be kidding me)
2. Taller (Nah.... no hope there)
3. Better groomed (Nah.... a real lost cause)
4. Better fed (Nah... I shall eat on his behalf)
5. Bulkier (Perhaps, if he does the extra pushups for me)

er ... I never expected it to be so difficult when we head into higher digits.....
ah-huh!! Finally!

In a few days, a dear friend will be a year WISER.
Dont worry, Fred, I wont disclose that you are actually 68 years old on March 32, 2006. Salute!
Yeah yeah, smart ass.
Now listening to: Three Doors Down
Now eating: er... leftover ribeye steaks, grilled red bell peppers, pork fritata, steamed sausage.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Day of the Finale

Wow! What a Day!!
The mall is run by idiots, no one knows where anything is or is too busy on their cell phones to wait on a customer. Or the aisles are so narrow, you cannnot navigate the carts provided by the store. Need I elaborate further? That's why I prefer Lowe's.

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What a farce if Jerry Rice won Dancing with the Stars. Well he came close, last of 2 couples !!! Imagine Mr San Francisco treat with the ugly mirror ball trophy? Well 2 months of anguish is over, bring back my programming! I wonder how many football fans will come out of the closets that they watched all of Jerry Rice's routines.

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The Olympics .... I finally finally finally heard my beloved Andre Bocelli. Ahhhhh.... his distinct roar and the anthem that fills the morning commute accompanied by his slightly older more grey image on the tele, .... PRICELESS, well almost, just not a Clearance sale, or a coupon thing....
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Now that all the excitment has swelled past expectancy, maybe the tele may suffer an unexpected cardiac arrest. What would the kids do with all the extra time?? Let me find the mop and broom, if I have one.

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Now listening to: Andrea Bocelli, Somos Novias.
Now eating: leftover rotini and homemade sauce, banana bread, lemon tarts and A&W Rootbeer. Salute! Good eats Fred. (hehehe) *burp
Good Night.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Shocking Possibility.

September 11, 2001.
Freaking insane and his posse assaulted liberty and humanity. Like a child taunting a friend at a game, "tag you are it".
What if the world was not comforted by compassion and united by a word, "Resolve"?
What if the leader of the free-world just shrugged it off as if it was a minor fender bender?
No Homeland Security Department, terror attacks occur as frequently as petty crimes.
Our streets look very much like Manhattan on Sept 11, 2001, or imagine Los Angeles in "Escape from L.A." with Kurt Russel.
What if the leadership of the free world was not as resolute as George Walker Bush?
What if the terrorists took over the remainder of the world, and USA is the sole Democratic Country?
What if there was another successful terror strike here?
Who should take the blame when our children cannot play outside in summer because of bioterror or radioactive dust? The arrow points to the ones who have pinned down with bull secretion that impede the very agencies swore to protect the Liberty for all? Hmmm.....

So what if this guy is right? How disturbing.

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On a different note, Thursday night, sayonara Mr Rice!
Just go home already. Not sure if we will even catch tonight's episode of Fumbling with the Stars.

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Put those 2 boys in time out, Davis and Henrick. Grow up because you are examples to little eyes.

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Update: After much thought, I answered myself. There are a few characters out there whom I know on a personal level, who are in agencies that swore to protect liberty and justice for all. Shhh! Let's keep this a secret... those guys won't let the terrorists win.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Jerry Rice is Cooked

Three couples remain to dazzle this week on Dancing with the Stars, well, 2 couples to be correct.
Jerry Rice has a houseful of fans here, but his performance is getting painful to witness when compared to his contemporaries. Reminder: Evander Holyfield. Holyfield did not win any bragging rights, instead he gained alot of ... of.... er....(nicely)...MOCKERY!

Dear Mr Rice, you are cooked. We love your game and your courage. But please pick up those feet,dance not stomp and smile that San Francisco treat for the next generation of admirers.
Mr Rice, You are FRIED!

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By the way we are heading into another cold spell here, considering there are some who are working on their tan lines. And this is warmer than last week!



Days like these bring out the beast in me, I may have to cook up some kambing soup, a big pot of chicken rice, sota ayam or a bak kut teh. Better than chilli (not the spicy chilli peppers, rather a thick soup of ground beef, onions, tomato past, paprika, chicken broth and yukky BEANS). Will update the kitchen situation, held at the mercy of discriminating taste palates.

Now listening to: 3 Doors Down, When I'm Gone.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Something worthwhile

Finally I finally found something inspirational and rated G.

Brad Kasal is someone you should know or at least seen. He was duely recognized for his duty. I am still choked up whenever I read about his heroics. I only hope that my children appreciate his sacrifice and realize the true meaning of their own chant, Semper Fi. (sorry Fred. Fair seas and calm waters. Go ahead, correct me.)

Now listening to: A teenager making excuses about not staying home or getting a job. Parties at his college. Why he is late changing oil in his car. Sheesh.

Update: Jerry Rice continues his futile attempt at dancing for another week , however I think this is his farewell performance. Enough torture already!! This Winter Olympics lack excitment, some winners are already etched, such as Pluskenko. Yawn, realistically, no one has been flawless like Victor Pertrenko or more flamboyant than Philippe Candelora. Fortunately we can steer our overflowing excitment towards the endurance of Jerry Rice's twinkle toes. whooopeee. What should I fall asleep to? Olympics or ballroom dancing.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Ehhh....

Have I been slacking... No. Just caught up in the daily hustle and bustle and absence of motivation. (Note this entry started at 3:29am, Feb 10, 2006)

Somethings are just priceless that leave me speechless, thus I will not write about them.

Here are the topics I have been keeping tabs on:

The US Army kow-tows to Michael "the Lord of Embeded Journalists" Yon.

Jerry Rice's future in "Dancing with the Stars" is foggy. Realistically, he is not improving as fast as his competitors. He better hope a dancing genie will rise from his Superbowl Ring.

The Singapore Council of Churches condemned all pictures of the prophet Mohammend, claiming that content is insensitive.

The Olympic Games begin in a few hours in Turino Italy. Events that I'll jump for: Men's Cross Country skiing, may the rivalry persist; Andre Bocelli's performance on Feb 11th, and Ice Hockey, of cos.

Oh yeah ... it is snowing here.

Now listening to: Rolie Olie Polie!

Monday, February 06, 2006

Sour Grapes

Superbowl is over with one winner, The Pittsburgh Steelers.

Now the trash talking begins. I am in Browns territory, plenty of trash talk over morning coffee.
"Bad official call, Seahawks were robbed, One sided game., etc etc." Bunch of *******. There is a reason why those guys are playing on the field and the rest are spectators.

No need to be vulgar, just because the Browns stink!!

This Patriot fan was happy just to watch them play!

Again: Only 1 Champion: the Steelers.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

SUPERBOWL CHAMPIONS

STEELERS!! THE SUPERBOWL CHAMP!!!

What a game! What a game! What a game!

WOW!

Win the one for the Thumb!

GO STEELERS!!

Game analysis for Superbowl, is available elsewhere.
Bets are at your local AM Vets.

Chips and salsa are being eaten at 10:30am, hopefully we have some left by 6PM!

Just looking forward to a good game and the dynamic end to the season, much to my children's delight.

Addition: Salute to those who make the Superbowl possible. Those who sacrificed, still active and future active defenders of liberty and freedom. Salute to you for successful missions even if we dont hear about it.

Dear Paul, RIP, this one is for you.

Sir! SALUTE!! Sir!!

Now Listening to: Can't Help Fallin in Love, Amore, Andrea Bocelli.
(Yeah I coughed up the $14.00 for the CD. Freaking good listening!! Beautiful! Album details in a later entry. Thinking of deary R)

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Bad Mix

Detour from the Steelers.

2006 is the Year of the Dog according to the Chinese Zodiac.
I am not an expert or remotely educated on the Chinese Zodiac, well, all the residents on my expense account are farm dwellers. Yeah sadly that is all I have to offer.

Back to the year of the dog, some bad combinations to avoid:

Pekinese + Bulldog = Peekabull: a dog that likes to play hide and seek
Cocker Spaniel + Doberman + Poodle = Cockadoodle: a dog that can be a bit chicken
Terrier + Bulldog = Terribull: not a very nice dog

The complete list. (Phew! My doggie is not on the list, I think)

My favourite: Bull Terrier + Shih-tzu = Uh, never mind....
How do they come up with this stuff??

Off the track: Havent seen Jerry Rice's fate this week on Dancing with the Stars. Although it is too cool that his good luck charm is hanging from his neck, his Superbowl ring. Yeah baby!!
Now Listening to: Steelers Fight Song.

Friday, February 03, 2006

Here We GO! Superbowl!

Pittsburgh Going to the Superbowl!!
Bring it home boys!!

Go Steelers!!
Pluck the feathers off the Seahawks.

Go Seahawks!!
er ... Good luck.

Whatever it is ... Looking forward to a good game.

To those who are not familiar with NFL Superbowl, this is the annual "World Cup" final. The big hype in this line-up:

*Seahawks have never won a Superbowl.
*The quarterbacks (the one who throws the ball) on both teams are excellent players.
*Pittsburgh's quarterback is from the town that I live in.
*Jerome "The Bus" Bettis is from Detroit, Michigan. He delayed his retirement last year, to relish in the chance to play in his hometown. 30 years of brilliance will shine this Sunday, as the Bus makes his final stop, HOME.
*etc etc.

Final notes to self: Need to replenish the snacks, find the sweeper, too bad I havent gotten that BIGGER tele. All in all, it will be loud in my house on Sunday! I even have my own cheerleaders romping around. They use Carebears for pom-poms instead.

Bittersweet, sometimes painful, exciting, adrenaline pumping. Just like any other sport only one thing matters:
For the love of the game.

Huh??

First, there was the stupid lawsuit with hot coffee. Sheesh you would complain if the coffee was cold! Why in the world did you remove the lid? And there is a disclaimer on the cup.

Now there is this stupid: IPods causes hearing loss?
There is a volume dial on the device!!

In the words of Forrest Gump's Mommy:

STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES!

Nuf said.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Countdown

Here We Go!
Here We Go!
Steelers Here we go!
Pittsburgh going to the SUPERBOWL!

Countdown....

This is one game most parents are proud of.
Bettis, good career, all the way home to Detroit. Your mama is really proud!

Big Ben ...the local boy turned NFL quarterback.
The parents here are all proud of you, even if they are not fans of the Steelers.
This parent is proud of you.
"Always remember where you came from.
A lot of little Trojans are looking up to you."

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Fight Song

Finally checked the site traffic in months.
There is a spike for the search for the Steelers Fight Song.
Yes those are the lyrics to the song itself. Contact me for the song. Until I find another way to post it.

Here We GO! Steelers Here we Go!

Pittsburgh going to the Superbowl!!

The last breath

Watched Sunday's episode of Grey's Anatomy that I recorded. Meridith watched a DNR patient exhale her last breath.

My regret, not there for someone special during the last breath.
I was told never have any regrets, but some things are priceless.


Now listening to: Nina Simone, I Love you Porgy

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Distraction


Uncle Jimbo wrote a good one on the Israeli-Palestinian Situation.

Go Uncle GO!

Further reading of his wisdom was detoured by this picture.

That is a cool pair of boots.

Hate to be the one receiving the boot from her. Unless you are really out there.

Happy New Year

Happy Chinese New Year!
新年快乐
恭喜發蠆
红包 来
Xing Nian Kuai Le!
Gong Xi Fa Chai!
Hong Bao Lai!

What if..

Had an interesting discussion with a friend this morning.
What if the space program never took a pause, never had a disaster, continued to fly in glory?

Friend said we will be on Mars and more technologically advance. Well, I think we would be more advanced in science and medicine. In addition we will have more advance military and tactical tools. Travel will also be more efficient, like a transporter from Star Trek Enterprise will be cool. Fred & I can head to a feast in minutes.

But most importantly, we can send weirdos to Bahrain a little faster. After all, the gloved one is showing signs of boredom, he is now the dressed one, ( I prefer the "moo-moo" one). I think he can use the company of a few interesting celebrities and headliners. For starters, his maximum exposure sister, Janet may turn quite a few heads there.

I know I know, I am a smart ass. Tell me something I dont already know.

Btw, who would you send to join MJ??

Friday, January 27, 2006

Taking the keys away.

Jan 27th, 1967, 3 astronauts died in the Apollo 1 spacecraft fire .
Jan 28th, 1986, Challenger Disaster.
February 1, 2003, Columbia Disaster.

After each tragedy, the space program was grounded, just like having your keys taken away.

Then we returned with stronger hearts, brighter minds and tougher technology. Sleep patterns get distorted according to panel findings and flight schedules. English essays were filled with how the Challenger disintegrated and the retardation of avaionics. Coats were covered with patches of flight missions (I have to find that coat). Names of the brave engraved like battle heroes, calibre of the likes of Greek Conquerers and World War significance. Weeping with Sean O'Keefe and the McCauliffe family, while others looked on wondering why I was crying at the tele. Disgust was flung at the ignorant who drastically cut funds to NASA, because he felt it was unneccesary and perhaps reduced his leisure funds. (J***). That is my NASA. Having witnessed the maiden launch of Atlantis in Cape Canaveral, watching the beast roll into launch pad 39B, and gawking at the majestic size of a space shuttle from 15 feet away. Yeah it did me in for life.

Dear NASA, you hold the aspirations to generations to think not only outside the box, but beyond the hemisphere. Continue to inspire, to explore, to challenge the human limits of intelligence. Most of all, continue to awe the planet. You will get your keys back again. The next time a new generation will watch the launch, pump our fists, cry tears of joy and await the safe landing regardless if it is 3am.
"Space the Final Frontier." May Enterprise rise again and fill the sky with the dreams of a young akward teenager from an island country far away, who wrote a General Paper filled with jargon on jet propulsion, they thought I cheated during exams.
High Five to Sean O'Keefe, some how you managed to make others cry with you.

I still want to know what the $2 million "pizza pan" is for.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Steelers Fight Song.

HERE WE GO
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Steelers, Here we go
Pittsburgh's going to the Super Bowl
Here we go.

Cheer the Steelers, Black and the Gold
Here we go
Town of Pittsburgh's, Heart and Soul
Here we go
With Cowher power, we'll get the job done
This is the year will get that one for the thumb.

Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Steelers, Here we go
Pittsburgh's going to the Super Bowl

Here we go
Roethlisberger is ready to throw
Here we go
To Ward, Randle El , and Plaxio
Here we go
Will go to Bettis when we need a touchdown
and if you get his way hes goin to knock you around


Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Steelers, Here we go
Pittsburgh's going to the Super Bowl

Here we go
Now the offense is ready to score
Here we go
And there's one thing we know for sure
Here we go
If we dont get it in the endzone
Will get 3 points off Jeff Reed's toe.



Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Steelers, Here we go
Pittsburgh's going to the Super Bowl



Here we go
We got Porter, Bell, and Haggans
Here we go
Polamalu, Starks and Townsend
Here we go
The other team aint going to gain any ground
Because the defense is going to bring the steel curtain down.

Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Steelers, Here we go
Pittsburgh's going to the Super Bowl



Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Steelers, Here we go
Pittsburgh's going to the Super Bowl



HERE WE GO!!


If a 2 year old illiterate diaper clad butt can sing this clearly, all you closet Steelers fans can too.
Dont have to be a Steelers fan to watch the game. Watch it for the kids, our kids in this town has someone to look up to, because he is taller than most of us.
Parents to kids: "See what happens when you study well in school?"
Answer to kids:
"You get free T-shirts and free MacDonalds."
"They put your picture on Main Street to embarrass you later."
"Your name is mis-pronounced all over the tele."
"Who knows he may have been sitting in your chair in the same classroom. And he has yet returned that library book."

Regardless of the excuses you use to watch the game, our kids are scarred with pride that a local kid is on the tele. So dont ridicule the Steelers, encourage your kids like how I work with mine. (bad example).

PS: ask me for the fight song.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Smart A**

Yeah that is what a friend calls me, a "Smart A**". Aww what a term of endearment.

Anyway, that name popped up this morning. "What message would you like to convey to Mayor Nagin?"

Deep thoughts, by Smart Donkey.....

Ready for my reply??

"Well, please tell him I prefer white chocolate!"
Yeah yeah.... see... told you so...

So what does "white chocolate" mean??
It means when I go to Dietsch, I prefer the white chocolate covered pretzels.
It means that when given an option, I rather use white chocolate than semi-sweet chocolate in baking.
It means I prefer the white chocolate bars with almonds or macademia nuts.

Dont try to read betwen the lines, then you will end up looking like ..... a member of the T Kerry Club. Brush your hair!

Or P. Miller dud from Dancing with the Stars. With that hat and attitude, he needs to wear his pants below his butt crack, almost to his knees. Thats more gangsta'.

All the above comments were ignited courtesy of Mr J.

How smart? Depends, right cheek or left cheek, watch out for the release of Poisoned Gas, did I tell you I can be a WMD just from drinking milk?

See... my dear was correct, I am still a smart a**.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Here we Go!

This entry began with 2:53 left in the fourth quarter.
Steelers :34, Broncos: 17.

Is Jerome Bettis going HOME? 2:02 left.

This is a more agressive Steelers team, where is the Broncos killer instinct?

2min warning, Cowher got the ice bucket!

1:25 min left, Rooney on the field.

Mama's not cooking, we are eating out tonight!!
Have to payback for the kids giving up the tele for the game.

PITTSBURGH GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL!!

Not bad for the local boy from a small town. A good role model for the local kids.

Update: At least the dude in the white hat is not blind or half stoned in this game.
Long hair dude, Polamalu didnt intercept at all this time.
Ahh... yo! If you cut your hair or just tie it back, you can see better through the helmet, Mr Plummer.
Now I owe the kids a new tv before the next games. They graciously gave up the tele for my game.
"Get you own tv!" they exclaimed!
"That is my tv," I corrected.
"Then get us another TV then." They floored me!

Yeah, I should get myself a bigger tele, considering the Olympics is creaping in... the event to watch: the Cross Country Skiing 4x10KM relay, the 10 year rivalry between Italy and Norway. Who will cross the line first 4 years later?

1992, Gold = Norway, Silver = Italy
1994, Gold = Italy, Silver = Norway
1998, Gold = Norway, Silver = Italy
2002, Gold = Norway, Silver = Italy.

Inches seperate the Gold and Silver placings. Non-stop winter excitement from the warm cozy living room of mine.



A break, until June, my holy mass, sacred feet of courage, FIFA WORLD CUP SOCCER!!
HAH! Feels different since my parents are not here to chase me off to bed. Stinks to have parents who dont like sports.

*imagine the girls holding their faces in their hands, fighting back tears. "NOOOOOO!! Why so I have a parent who loves sports?" As she looks the the heavens for an answer.

Clean up

Someone has messed with the site.
Oh yeah... whoever you are... you are a turd who needs a life.
Now I have to straighten it up.

*mumbling under breath.

Here We Go!

The tranquil Saturday faded away uneventfully to a loud GAME DAY SUNDAY!
This DJ has been filling requests for the Steelers Fight Song since 12 noon, "Steelers again", it is on repeat play.

Honey roasted peanuts - Checked
Chips - Checked
Salsa - Checked
Napkins - Checked
Chocolate Milk - Checked
Plastic sheeting on the floor - still waiting for it to dry
Girlie finger foods - erh ... still trying to figure that one out.
A Blue's Clues Free tele for 3 hours - slim chance

Hopefully an afternoon filled with screaming & cheering girls watching sports that doesnt involve makeup or frilly things ....... if that happens ....... Hell'a PRICELESS.

They should be warmed up for World Cup!!! Oh Lay oh lay oh lay oh LAAAY.
YEAH!!!!

Now listening to the umpteenth time: Steelers Fight Song, by the Steelers Fan Club.
Now eating: cream filled horns aka non-italian canoli.

Overall just looking forward to a good game.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Jeriatric Performance

As much as the girls in this house adore Jerry Rice, he ..er... let me think.... be nice... ahhh....

TANKED!
*ouch.

He did not hop to the beat, lack of exciting footwork, as if he was wearing a thong with a wedgy between his cheeks. At least he survived to meet his critiques another week. I am writing this after the fact, so I wont jinx the Brave One. Come on after all the previous excellent performances, he really slowed down. Perhaps he was distracted by the playoffs.

I am not writing anything about Sunday's game until the final score, or bear the burden of the Jinxer. Hehehe. Can I root for the home town boy?? Okay... cheering silently.

Now listening to: Maroon 5, She will be loved.
Not eating yet... but hungry. I did finished a boat load of sushi last evening at Asian Grill. Before you bark with your opinions, an 8 year old would say, "Not all Japanese food is raw," as she gobbles her California Roll.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Albert Einstein will be Proud

What a rush!! I just watched the launch of New Horizons. I even followed the countdown aloud!! Sorry Brice.

What a rush! After 3 days of anxiety, a successful launch to the future of our future. Almost as exciting as the last shuttle mission.

Who knew that technology written 14 years ago still works. This was a project that involved too many people, dollars, man hours but will yield so much in return. See you in 10 years Planet Pluto!!

To NASA, Albert Einstein, Issac Newton, Galileo Gallilae are proud!
So am I.

Now listening to: NASA Tv on yahoo.
Now eating my 4th Nutri Bar.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

ARGH!!!!

What an accusation to receive in the morning: " OH MY GOD< YOU"RE a FREAKIN - REPUBLICAN!" Come on, "Freakin" we are older than that... no need for explicits.

*The following is a re-entry based on memory, since the original post was corrupted by someone.

Party lines have no room in the GWOT, yes, GWOT not AWOT. GLOBAL. Insurgents, terrorists, fanatics do not target based on party lines. No remorse if they target their own families.

*blah blah blah... dont remember the rest... something about playing the race card is downright ignorant. Disrespect the honour and lives of predecessors who struggled and sacrificed for the liberty of those who abuse their liberty and freedom, ie. they disgraced their ancestors by using race as a point of argument.

*How would you change your duties if Arlene Howard gave you the most important memory of her son.
On 9/11/2005, party lines, race, religion and whose pizza you just ate did not matter. The world changed that day.


"We will not tire, we will not falter, and we will not fail. We will not forget"

President George W. Bush.
Before a Joint Session of Congress,September 20, 2001.

Party lines did not matter that day.
Going to look for stress relief now... Nutri-grain bars.

Best Damn Sports Show Period

Yes! I am a closet ESPN viewer. Especially when some names are being dropped on the show.
Tonight's segment covered the referee's call on Sunday's game between the Colts and the Steelers (Good game). Of course that doofus made a mistake. Sal is correct, take out instant replay, we are talking about long hair dude, Polamalu intercepting the ball.
Yo! Blind freak in the overbleached hat who skinned a zebra for cheap fur! Any girl will tell you he caught the ball fair and with style! My grandma would have watched the replay and made the correct call even without her glasses, if she was alive and watches football. My kids would have thrown soiled diapers into your car for a 3 point score, if they cared about football. *For my safety, I will not disclose my retaliation. In the words of bad hair Trump, YOU ARE FIRED! Baby.

Next on the agenda, can Rod dance, especially with Stacie Keibler? I like the format for their dance competition, trash talking on the sidelines. Hoo Hooooo!! Bring me the largest bowl of chili cheese fries and a cold one, A&W Root Beer please. I fast forward the dance routine, have to conserve energy for Thursday. Nevertheless, the heart of it all, the current champion under my roof, JERRY RICE. All ears strained to hear the critiques on da'MAN! Yeah... the verdict is out, Fiffy wakes up at 4am with jive in his head, he is good looking in his routine, and he ROCKS!! Enuf said.

Bring me the largest bowl of chili cheese fries and a cold one, A&W Root Beer please. I wont trash talk while Fiffy is in intense foot serenade. I'll build up for his competitors. Now I know why my kids hate it when sports season takes over, plenty of intense yelling at the tv. Well sometimes in mime format. Protests have been voiced that the Olympics are nearing, more disgust have been raised when I reminded them that WORLD CUP is approaching too. *breaking out mentally in chant, Oh lay-oh lay- OH LAY!! Not Frito Lays! The soccer chant!!

Now listening to: Schubert: Moment Musical in F- Minor.
Now eating: Homemade-wisely-stashed-away slice of BLUEBERRY PIE. (check the time of consumption). Have to revert to decisive measures in community living, my dog is pretty smart. Mmmm.... do they have blueberries on the sunny desert retreat? Salute!

All done.. one blueberry left. Ain't I a stinker!!

Sunday, January 15, 2006

HERE WE GO!!

Okay the game is just over!! I can write about it now. 21-18...phew!!
What a game!!
Intense and exciting!! I almost pee'd my pants.

Steelers were robbed a few times by that Principal in the white hat. (watch out for angry fans)
Manning gave a good game, late but still good. Less than 2 seconds for a touchdown pass.
Almost as good as a Montana-Rice collaboration. Almost. I only have room for one God of Quarterbacks!
Wow!!

Next time, I am watching the game elsewhere... this silent cheering thing is the pits. Fortunately the sleepy residents in this village awoke by the last 10 minutes of the game. So all the screaming and cheering were released from the stronghold of a street-performing mime. The last 5 minutes stretched to eternity (I had to pee!!)
Next time I am watching the game elsewhere. Any invitations?? Huh?

I watched the entire game, the jinx is over!! Thanks for rubbing your head for luck, Fred!!

Time to start dinner now.
Salute!!

Now listening to: Here We Go! Steelers Fan Club (ps .. 2 year old is singing with it dancing in her diapers)

Superstition

My dear friend told me not to write anything on the games. So I will not jinx them like I did the Patriots. Okay Fred, nothing until it is over.

(*mumbling under breathe)

Waving Hanky

Sobs and wails.
My beloved bean-town babies Patriots (13) .... lost ... lost to the Broncos (27). What a game. Painful but good to watch.

Scratching out fantasy Superbowl.

Now if only I can watch tomorrow's game in peace, highly unlikely.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

I said so!

In a post long long time ago, about my ideal girl, Condi Rice topped my list.

Well, looks like she has more than 1 fan. Laura Bush likes her too!

*ahhhh....daydreaming here...

What if she took on John Kerry in the Presidential Debate?
Just a "what if".
Oh come on, I am sure you have your own "what-ifs" for this combination. The possibilities are endless, however needless are the complex equations with permutations, cumulative summation, inverted matrix, triple integration, Kirchkoff's theories, etc.

Kerry will be so distraught for his unsteady arguments he will be sucking his thumb and curled on the lap of his mother, ooops, his wife. Teraasay, incidentally, was spotted hitting Kerry on the head of hot-pink flip-flops.

Cable bill: $75.00.
Snacks and refreshments: $2.00 (left over candy from Halloween)
Watching a grown man begging Condi for mercy: sick but PRICELESS.

Final 4 Games

The Final 8 teams in the pursuit of Superbowl glory,

Washington Redskins
Seattle Seahawks
Denver Broncos
Carolina Panthers
Chicago Bears
Indianapolis Colts
New England Patriots (yeah!!)
oh yeah... Pittsburgh Steelers (yeah also)

My fantasy Superbowl shall pit beloved (previous hometown) Patriots against prefered (hometown favorite) Steelers. Yeah bring on the wings and chips!! Suggestion to NFL organizers, please commence the game earlier, too old to stay up late to watch football, especially when they head into overtime.

Btw... Fred, who lounges in the sunny palmy place, we woke up to ...SNOW this morning. 30F or -1C.
Brrrr... after the warm spell last week.

For clarification, this entry is about AMERICAN football, where hands can be used, not manly man FOOTBALL. The only who used his hand was Diego Maradona, his "Hand of God"excuse.

Now listening to: The Wiggles, Big Red Car (on the tele)

Friday, January 13, 2006

I Voted Today!

Casting the important ballot, a ritual that we take for granted. No purple stained fingers to validate my action. Just the click of the mouse.

I am not refraining to discuss my preference... my vote went to FIFFY!!
Go Jerry Go!! The San Francisco Treat!

When 2 little ankle kickers ( they are too tall to bite) fast forward other contestants demanding for the ONE, send in the safety to wipe out the opponent. *I hear John Madden's running commentary.

Now listening to: Hall & Oates, Forever.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

FIFA, Olympics oh yeah Steelers

Apologies to the Steelers Fan overseas, for the recent lag in sports commentary. Center stage is taken by Jerry Rice at the moment, would be more entertaining if he was receiving a long drive by Joe Montana. Those were the glory days.

*awww....birds flapping, white clouds, blue skies, 49ers game plays.

*snapping back to reality.

Steelers will take on the slumping Colts next. I am more excited when my beloved Patriots are on the field, provided The Wiggles or Blue's Clues are not dominating the tele. ARGH! Community living.

Winter Olympics is set for February from Torino, Italy (Original spelling). I am personally waiting for Andrea Bocelli scheduled to perform on Feb 11th 9PM at the medals plaza. Coincidentally Bocelli is releasing his next album, Amore on Jan 31st (countdown 22 days O hours 5 mins 36 secs to release, I am not anxious!)

FIFA World Cup begins in June. Yeah!! Oh Lay Oh lay oh lay Oh Laaay. Hoo Hoo! Players to watch: Owen and Rooney, Ronaldo and Ronaldinho, Zizou (even if he is french) , the flamboyant real man's man Beckham and PELE. Please keep Maradona at home. Hopefully I don't have to watch the games on a 2 day delay as with the last World Cup.

Now listening to: Pet Shop Boys, Send me an Angel.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Reviewed the Evidence

Ha ha Ha! You guys are so lucky my daughter likes Jerry Rice too, because Thursday's Dancing with the Stars is still taking up room on the cable box. "Jerry Rice is an old version of David Beckham," simple enough to win over the 8 year old admirer. Sorry, had to bring the sophistication down a few notches for easier comprehension. Today's torture tactics number 5, watch Thursday's segment again, as we have NIGHTLY!! (mumbling mentally at P whatever). Let's see if he can invent a Gansta-Foxtrot.

After almost 2 hours of painful, cannot fast-forward through the commericals, Jerry Rice was the only relief, session of pits and more falls. The Tatum O'neil character took over the screen. Apparently she has at least 2 cheerleaders from this region, maybe her only fans. *BIG SIGH and Yawn. Nah.... she cannot strut. Who is she anyway?? This is my age speaking, all I know of her is the drug-using, booze-up, brat-smack, ex-wife of John McEnroe. Yawn, after watching her mean gleam for 4 successive nights, I dozed off before she finished her routine.

After reviewing the evidence, Fiffy outranks Tantrum.

Now listening to: Andre Bocelli, E Sara' a Settembre.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Go FIFFY!!!!!!!

Dancing with the Stars, for the friend in the remote sunny patch, is when a "celebrity" is paired with a professional dancer. The pair undergoes dance classes and routines, then perform live to tele viewers and professional dance judges. Ten pairs begin, the last pair standing takes it all. Last season Evander Holyfield TANKED miserably. That man cannot dance worth a round, not even a technical point worthy of a left-hook by Ulturo "Thunder" Gatti with both eyes swollen shut!
Now that is out of the way ... Season 2006, Round 1.

JERRY RICE . Yeah baby! Fiffy from 49ers, Montana's right arm, NFL great, JERRY RICE.
He is the reason I sat through the blur of torture of sad performances before him. Yawn. Yawn.

JERRY RICE still has the moves. His partner crushed his ego so well, "Real men play hockey or soccer." Ouch!! But true. Jerry "Fiffy" proved that some sport characters dont have 2 left feet.

David Beckham, sign up for the next season and show them how footballers, aka the real men groove it!! YEAH!! Oh-lay, oh-lay, oh-lay, oh-laaay!

Wonder how John Travolta and Madonna will fair in this challange.
Now listening to: Nora Jones, Come away with me.

It paid to read the newspapers

Let's compare answers:

Israel is a free democratic country, the President holds only a ceremonial role. Governance of the country lies in the decisions of the elected cabinet, lead by the Prime Minister of the party with the majority votes. A 25 month rotation of the PM's position is part of the constitution. The names on the list appeared daily in every newspaper globally, including The Straits Times.

Menachem Begin was the 6th PM of Israel.
1983, Yitzhak Shamir, elected PM,
1983, Shimon Peres, V PM and Foreign Minister.
1984, Shimon Peres, PM
1984, Yitzhak Shamir, V PM
1986, Yitzhak Shamir, PM
1986, Shimon Peres, VPM and Foreign Minister.
1989, Yitshak Shamir, PM
1989, Shimon Peres, V PM and Finance Minister
1992, Yitzhak Rabin, Elected PM.
1992, Shimon Peres, VPM
1995, Shimon Peres, PM, assumed power after Yitzhak Rabin was assasinated at point blank, by radical right wing Jews, in a sea of people.
1996, Binyamin Nentanyahu, Elected PM; a scholar with no political experience. Yet his cabinet is a convergence of 3 most diverse groups in Israel.
1999, Ehud Barak, Elected PM after loss of confidence in Nentanyahu's cabinet.
2001, Ariel Sharon, Elected PM, after Ehud Barak resigned due to lack of cooperation from the cabinet. Sharon won by a 20% margin, bringing the Likud Party into the Israel political scene.
2005, Ariel Sharon and Binyamin Netanyahu created the Responsibility Party, these rivals joined forces aiming at Peace in the middle east.

At 77, this farmer turned decorated soldier turned Prime Minister is fighting a different battle, a battle for his life after sufffering a major cerebral hemorrage.

Now Listening to: Hall & Oates, Man on a Mission

Testing Memory Cells

I began this post last evening (Jan 4) and I think I'll post it now.

Steady coverage on the health and well-being of Ariel Sharon, aka the Bullzoder, Butcher, PM of Israel since 2001, re-ignited a mental node initiated decades before. (not an accurate indication of my age). A list of names, dissimlar to Santa's, whirled mentally, challenging and tormenting the host into submission.

"Shimon Peres, Yitzhak Shamir, Yitzhak Rabin, Ehud Barak, Benjamin Netanyahu, Menachem Begin. "

These names notched early when the world was black and white on the newspapers and on print. I know their influences on international politics, the challenge is placing them in order.
Go ahead, make your day!
(While I work on the answer, unless you beat me to it!)
Now Listening to: Come away with me, Nora Jones.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Blank again

Really blank mind.
Well there are some topics but I cannot discuss here or with you! (Dont try Mr M.)

So I threw invitations to a few to be distinguished guest bloggers.
HUH! One hasnt read the plea. The other immediately refused!(mumbling under breath)

In the meantime, I am surfing the news wave and other stuff.

3 hours later, I am writing this.
If you deem yourself worthy of something, send in your request to be guest blogger.

Now listening to: silence.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

A single shot.

This is quite appropriate considering it is hunting season. All the wood dwellings fear for themselves & parents have to explain how Bambi lost his Mommy to their kids. (It wasnt my Jeep, the deer fell right into my path after riccochet from another vehicle. Another story.)

A single shot took out an insurgent distanced at 1,250 meters from a 7.62mm M24 Rifle, rated accurate to 1,000 meters. I had my share of target practice before, but this dude is set for the record books.
Eat your heart out orange vests.
Dear insurgents, payback is deadly when you mess with wrong dudes.

Read the full article here.

Hat tip to Blackfive.

On a more stupid flip-flop note, this ass, fool, jerkel & hyde, botox for your ****, get your wife a bag over her head and tape her mouth, then again let her mouth fly, sorry I cannot be nice, Christmas is over is running for office in 2008. Some one please send his wife gift certificates to Wendy's and a hair brush. Bring on Condi!! And give her a whip too. Grrr. I have seen a doctored picture of someone's fantasy. Grrr.. is an understatement.

Here is another for a mind-twister, so much for out-sourcing. Fully clothed Playboy bunnies. I wonder how many of you will click on that link. Hmm. Okay, I wont tell if you leave your comments.

Now listening to: Queen, We will Knock Rock You.
Btw, for the particular reader in the sunny desert island, it is pouring rain here! 39F, 4C.
Note to self: at 11 PM, setting trash out in shorts is a very very bad idea.
Note to Fred: I will sleep after this post. SIR! SALUTE! SIR! (nag)

Monday, January 02, 2006

Blank

Blank Blank Blank.

Really blank. Nothing is bothering me ...yet.
Nothing entertaining today.

Now listening to: The Wiggles Safari (for the 15th time!)