This Southern Belle's Musings

This Southern Belle's Musings

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Monday, October 31, 2005

Liar . . .

You want to know the worst kind of liar.      That would be the good-for-nothing bastard that stares you straight in the eye and lies right to your face without even a blink.      Cold as ice, never moving a muscle, never changing the pace of his breathing . . . telling you a stone-cold lie as if it is the God's-honest truth.      That is one cold mother-******!

The thing of it is . . . I know these are lies . . . I have more than just a gut-feeling to prove these are lies . . . and the bastard still has the brass ones to stare me straight in the face and lie, and then try to lay a guilt-trip on me for even asking questions in the first place.      Don't try to turn the tables and make me out as the bad person in this mess . . . I didn't start this stink-pile but I'll add to it, if provoked . . .

If pushed any farther into this corner, this 'lil girl is gonna come out -- swingin'!      I may be a Southern Belle, but . . . I will not be a doormat . . . and, the accomplice in this shindig better ante up, cuz you don't dance for free at this party . . . not when I'm mindin' the red-velvet rope . . .

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Thursday, October 27, 2005

Don't Cross . . .

"Women love the lie that saves their pride, but never an unflattering truth."

-- Gertrude Atherton

"Heav'n hath no rage like love to hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd."

-- William Congreve

"Women are like tea bags; put them in hot water and they get stronger. "

-- Eleanor Roosevelt

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Monday, October 24, 2005

Me & Wilma . . .

I just spent the last five days in Daytona Beach for the Annual Biketoberfest event.     We (myself, my s.o., and our friends Charles & Barbara) actually drove -TO- Florida with the threat of Hurricane Wilma uncertain at the time of our departure.     But, our condo reservations have been booked since the end of May, and we were looking forward to attending this event.     So, I guess as the old saying goes, "come-hell-or-high-water" we were determined to attend.

The temperature wasn't as mild as last year, I'm told.     This year, it was hot-and-muggy every day, even into the late evenings.     There was no need for jackets or leathers during the entire trip.     Of course, that didn't mean that we didn't see a lot of leathers -- as in chaps -- on most of the "Beer-Girls" stationed around every vendor location all over the city.     Of course, chaps were just about the only thing they were wearing, so . . . perhaps they weren't getting to over-heated.

One local station had a broadcast interruption over the course of Friday and Saturday every fifteen minutes about Hurricane Wilma's path and expected landfall place and time.     Oddly enough, this local station was well out of the broadcast area for the projected landfall site, and the only thing predicted for the area(s) within the station's broadcast area were rain and some 'warnings.'     But this meteorologist was 'milking' his 'fifteen minutes' every fifteen minutes for two days.     And he was only repeating the same thing, over and over.

We were initially fearing that we might have to evacuate by Saturday, based on the earlier predictions of the storm's path but, by late Thursday we were told that the storm had stalled and wouldn't make landfall until Monday morning.     It seems Wilma cooperated with our event plans and didn't dump rain (or worse) on the lot of us who attended.

We did drop a 'load-of-cash' while we were there.     My s.o. replaced the seat on the bike, and also upgraded to larger, permanently-mounted, saddlebags.     Luckily, at the site where we had these two modifications done (I didn't see them anywhere else), there was a DHL booth set up to ship items for you.     I shipped our old seat, and our old set of saddlebags, back home from the site.     Amazingly enough, it only cost me $14 for both items!

Aside from these two big purchases (both about $1K each), I think I ended up spending another $200 - $300 on 'stuff'.     My s.o. bought shirts for all of his employees, and bought a few things for himself, so he probably was in the same ballpark as me on spending, not counting the two big purchases.

Then, there were meals.     For dinner, we sought out local seafood restaurants every evening.     I had some of the best seafood I've had in a long time while we were there.

We stopped at three of the H-D Dealerships during the event where many of the vendors were set up.     At one dealership, I was actually insulted by one of the employees.     It is bad enough when a stranger insults you, . . . but, . . . I was insulted by a handicapped person . . . someone who should have a little more compassion in what they say to others.     I was actually insulted by a woman with no arms and one leg!     No joke . . . there isn't a funny punch-line following . . . did you hear the one about the woman with no arms and one leg?     No!, this woman was working at the dealership with no arms and one leg.     Yes, she had prostectics . . . and, evidently, an opinion about me that she felt like sharing - in a (psuedo) friendly manner.     And, in case you're wondering -- No!, I didn't do anything to p*ss her off.     In fact, she began talking to me and I responded to her even before turning around to see her.     I didn't notice her arms at first because I was looking at her face as she spoke.     And, to be quite honest, I never noticed her leg (my s.o. and Barbara made a comment about her leg after we left the dealership).

All-in-all, it was a great week of biker activities, checking out vendors, looking at bikes, interacting with other bikers from all over the country/world, and having one great-big-ole party throughout the streets of Daytona.

Returning home was a bit of a shock to the system, though . . . we went from 85 degree days with high humidity to a low last night in the 40s, with the high today only reaching 58 degrees. and the lows for the rest of the week predicted to be in the mid-to-upper 30s to low 40s.     From sweltering to *brrrrrrrrrr* in a snap!

Now I have to get back into 'work-mode' . . . that's not going to be easy . . .

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Friday, October 21, 2005

Feast Sixty-Seven

This week's Friday's Feast meme:

Appetizer
Do you button shirts top-to-bottom or bottom-to-top?     It really all depends.     There isn't any rhyme or reason to my method - sometimes it is top to bottom, other times it is just the opposite.

Soup
What is your favorite sandwich?     A very good deli turkey and provolone on wheat with lettuce, onion, salt, pepper, oil and vinegar.

Salad
What was a family project you helped work on as a child?     There weren't any.     That wasn't something that occurred in my household.

Main Course
When have you acted phony?     Never, consciously.

Dessert
Do you write letters or postcards?     If so, to whom?     I have all the best intentions of writing letters but, time seems to slip away without me ever following through.

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Monday, October 17, 2005

Fire . . .

"Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell."

-- Joan Crawford

Amen, Joan!

"You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it."

-- Henny Youngman

Preach On, Henny!

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Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Pulp Fiction . . .

You're sweet, but not naive -- though you like to be babied like a child at times. You prefer to have a bad boy by your side, but sometimes have problems understanding why he has to run off to take care of business. You want to settle down, yet deep down inside, you are excited by the surprises life throws your way.

Take the What Pulp Fiction Character Are You? quiz.

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Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Karma Is A Funny Thing . . .

For anyone looking for a laugh, I would highly recommend NBC's newest comedy airing on Tuesday nights (9 p.m. EDT).     My Name Is Earl, starring Jason Lee, follows a lowlife-redneck who wins $100,000.00 in the lottery, loses the ticket when he is hit by a car, and decides that his life should be guided by 'karma' because of a revelation he has while watching Carson Daly in the hospital.     In hopes of a better life, he sets out to correct every bad thing he's ever done.     He writes a List of all the things he want to make amends for, and after completing the first thing on his list, finds his lost lottery ticket and collects his money.     Convinced that 'karma' is the way to go, he continues to try to scratch things off of his list, with the help of his brother Randy and their friend Catalina.

Anyone familiar with Kevin Smith is probably very familiar with Jason Lee's work.     But, My Name Is Earl allows Jason Lee to stretch his comic genius to new heights (or is that lows?).

My advice -- tune in, if you haven't already . . . and, be ready for some laughs!     If you're like me, some of the characters will have a strange resemblance to a few people you've met along the way . . .

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Monday, October 10, 2005

Ouch!

I haven't mentioned it lately, but . . . I am still having some problems with my ankle. I had an appointment with my ortho-surgeon last Thursday for a post surgery 3-month check and he informed me that the possible reason for the continuing pain could be that two of the six screws have already begun to work their way out of the bone/plate and are already pressing against my skin. He pulled my skin taut at the ankle-bone and two screw-heads were plainly visible through the skin.

He had already told me (at the time of surgery) that I would probably have to have the hardware removed, but strongly suggested that I leave everything in place for at least a year for proper healing. Now, since two screws are already moving, I may have to have the surgery sooner than the recommended year. If that is the case, I'd prefer to have it done before the end of the year so it will be covered under this year's insurance deductible. He "assures" me that this surgery will not be as invasive as the last, and I should only be in the cast for a week or two at the most.

I'm just ready for a day without pain . . . if it means surgery to remove the hardware now instead of later . . . I'm ready for that, too . . .

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Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Good Golly, Indeed . . .

An abbreviated online blurb (and photos) of the SI: Good Golly, Ms. Molly column I reference below . . .

My s.o. tossed the September 26, 2005 issue of Sports Illustrated on my sofa last evening and said, "You should really read Rick Reilly's column this week," and kept on walking out of the room.     I usually read the Life Of Reilly column that fills the last page of each issue of SI because Rick Reilly is often amusing as well as topical.     This issue was not his usual topics.

I ended up reading twenty-plus paragraphs about Molly Shattuck.     For those who don't know her, she is one of the richest women in Baltimore (married to the Fortune-500 multimillionaire CEO of Constellation Energy), and a 38 year old mother of three children under the age of seven.     In addition to that, she runs marathons, tap-dances, is learning to play the piano, throws dinner parties for 250 guests and makes all of the flower arrangements herself.     Oh! . . . and, to top it all off . . . she tried out for the Ravens Cheerleading squad . . . and made it!

She's at least fifteen years older than the team-average, the only one with kids, and if you lined-up all fifty-three Ravens cheerleaders looking for the oldest, they say you wouldn't pick her out in 10 tries! One cheerleader (age 18) when told that Molly was 38, said, "At first I thought she was 24."     And, her 50 year old husband was quoted as saying, "Suddenly, I wake up and I'm married to an NFL cheerleader.     How good is that?"

When I finished reading Reilly's column, I really only had one word to describe it . . . it's probably best I don't repeat it here . . .

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