Jump Kozmo...JUMP!

Jump Kozmo...JUMP! I'll give ya $10!!! (Kozmo Kirby is one big lug. He is Flapper and Georgie's duckling.) Visit www.MrFlapper.com

What jobs have you held?

Today I'll make a list, a list of all the jobs (that I can remember anyway). How many have you had?

I'm tagging Tara for starting this one. Check out her blog at http://sacredcraneyoga.blogspot.com

The ethics of hunting

Is hunting ethical?

All good things must come to an end...

It was a good year. I enjoyed it so much. Life was calm and peaceful. Birds were singing, ducks were swimming and cats were napping. But, like most good things, there has to be an end. So, I'm sad to report that the G-mail address I created about a year ago has made it's way onto the dreaded spam lists!!

No longer do I just receive e-mail from my close friends with pictures of their family or stories of trips afar. Now, it seems I have a lot of long-lost friends who are trying to contact me, sell me something, or tell me their personal success story with V!AG3A. Argghh.. :-(

Time to come clean..

Now's your chance to come clean. You know that really embarassing thing you did back then? Come on... tell us all about it.

Gay Marriage??

What are your thoughts on legalizing gay marriage?

New favorite joke, part 5

Kudos to my Aunt Judi for this one:
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I was in Wal-Mart buying a large bag of Purina for my Labrador Retriever and was in line to check out.

A woman behind me asked if I had a dog.

On impulse, I told her that no, I was starting The Purina Diet again, although I probably shouldn't because I'd ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.

I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry & that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again.

I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story, particularly a tall guy behind her.

Horrified, she asked if I'd been poisoned and was that why I was in the hospital.

I said no.....I'd been sitting in the street licking my balls and a car hit me.

I thought the tall guy was going to have to be carried out the door.

Luxury or necessity??

What are your thoughts on providing prisoners with Internet access, cable TV, magazine subscriptions and/or air conditioning?