Saturday, May 19, 2001

Molly

My puppy just paid me a visit.

I don't know if I have told you about Molly. She's our new puppy. She's 10 weeks old, she's a Golden Lab, and she's really cute. Her offical name is Tom's Mayday Molly, but we call her Molly.

Anyway, she just wandered in here into the computer room. She was sniffing around, and I was watching her. Suddenly, she went to a red pillow and lounged on it, watching me. I looked over at her. We had a staring contest for about 5 seconds.

Suddenly, she goes over to some papers in the corner of the room and starts nosing through them. I call her over to the computer. She doesn't come.

Enter Stepfather. He comes in and calls her. She goes immediately. Go figure.

Anyhoo, we've been having a heyday trying to housetrain her. My stepfather installed a baby fence in our frontyard so she can stay there during the day. We have been keeping her in a crate, but she poopies in there and then ROLLS in it! Have you ever tried to clean up schmeared dogpoo? Not a fun task!

Also, she likes to /pounce. (Kaycee would get along with her just fine. :-) ) Not a bad thing, except she tries to bite you at the same time. I have a nick on my leg where she got me the other day. OWWWIE!!!

Anyway, hasta luego!
Love/Hate List--Continued

I have two more things to add to my love list:

14. BBQ Chicken
15. 80's music (Yeah, yeah...I know I already had music on there...but this is my list and I can do what I want to with it. So there. :-P)

And three things for my hate list:
8. Pop-up ads
9. Porno
10. Writer's block
Matthew McConaughey

Yes, folks, he was my perfect celebrity match. I was really hoping for Tiger Woods.

Oh, well.
Green Abadee Abada
Check out this website. It has a place where you can see what color you are.

I am a green, BTW.

I also took the Presidential Matchup test. They said I would be a good match with Al Gore. AAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKK!!!! ::shiver::
Ah, well.

I am gonna take the Celebrity Matchup test next. We'll see...


Hasta luego!
Just my $.02

Note to readers: This is a soapbox speech. This is not directed toward all my readers (if I have any :-) ) The guilty parties will know who they are when they read this.
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You know, it's bad enough when tragedies strike. Believe me, I live in a state where tragedy has been a way of life. We've had to suffer the horrible Murrah bombing, the OSU plane crash a couple of months ago, and damaging tornadoes that have destroyed whole towns. Our whole state history is riddled with tragedies (the Trail of Tears, the Dust Bowl, etc.)

When a tragedy strikes, when death occurs, you hear many things about the people involved. I have heard many touching stories of people lost in tragedy. Any death is a tragedy. I have learned how people touch other's lives.

During the course of my Internet experience, I have encountered many people. I have read many weblogs. (Indeed, reading these logs made me want to start my own.) And sometimes, death happens. This is a tragedy. However, what makes a tragedy even worse is when people start doubting the goodness of these people. Indeed, sometimes, when they can't see the people involved, they start to doubt they exist. They start screaming, "SCAM!!!"

This is unacceptable. At best, it is a gross misunderstanding of the effects of death and mourning on others. At worst, it is a horrible, horrible insult to the people most closely involved.

I am not a rocket scientist. I am a human being. As a human being, I have real emotions. I feel loss and anguish when people I admire leave this life, even if it is someone I had never met. Please, do not insult my feelings by doubting their existance.

Friday, May 18, 2001

I Got a Job!!!!

Yes, folks, that is right. I am now rightfully employed. (Actually, I won't be until Monday, but ah well.....)
I will be waitressing at a local restaurant in town. (Fun times.)
Now, all I need to do is to wait a couple of days.
Yay!!! :-)

Rose Update
I regret to report that my Rose lost its petals during last night's thunderstorm. :-( Sigh.
Ah, well, there will surely be more.

Hasta luego!
Something Else I Hate
You know that Things I Hate list I made the other day?

Well, add "Thunderstorms" to that list. (I believe that would be #7 on my list.)

ACCCCCCCKKKKKK! I got no sleep whatsoever last night, because it was storming. I thought the wind was gonna knock down our trees. But, it didn't.

So right now, it's just a blah day.
Oh, well.

I Need Inspiration!!!!
You know, I hate to have nothing to write about. So, please. If you come across this site and you happen to have a funny story, fwd, or something, email it to me. You can even email me with comments, if you like. I am always looking for new friends.

But please, no porn sites or dirty pics. I have enough dirt in my mind without subjecting it to more.
Hasta luego!

Thursday, May 17, 2001

I Hate Aggravating People

Some people just aggravate the poo out of me.

Like, for instance, this lady (in a manner of speaking) keeps stalking my mom. See, my dear mother made the mistake of buying some stuff from this person, and ever since then, this person continuously tries to call her at work, at home, leaving messages, etc.

Well, tonight she calls again. I answer the phone. Here is our conversation.

Redgie: Hello?
Aggravating Woman: Is this [Mamma's name]?
RG: No, she can't come to the phone right now. (This was true. She was asleep in her bedroom.) Can I take a message?
AW: This is [AW's name], calling on behalf of Somebusinessorother. When would be a better time to call her, or is there another number I can call her. (Intentional declarative. She made it sound like a command.)
RG: (after a moment's pause) She can't come to the phone right now.
AW: When will she be able to?
RG: I don't know. (About this time, I am getting kind of aggravated.)
AW: Will she be at work tomorrow?
RG: I suppose.....Look, how about I do this. Why don't you give me your phone number, and if she wants to call you back, she can? (I'm too smart. I should give myself a Nobel Prize.)
AW: No, we already tried that, and it didn't work. (Dangit.)
RG: Well, I don't really know what to tell you, other than she can't come to the phone right now. (For the third fishin' time.)
AW: Well, I hope everything is all right with her. You are sounding really strange.
(About this time I am getting pissed. What the h-e-double hocky sticks did I do that was so strange? I am just trying to get her off my back, and....well, read on.)
RG: (very curtly) No, actually, everything is fine. I am fine, too, thank you. (And I'll be even better once you go soak your head in a toilet.)
AW: Well, just let her know that I called. I will try her at work tomorrow. (Ratpoop.)

Well, I told Mamma everything, and she left a message with this person, telling her to basically leave us the heck alone.

Anyhoo, this just goes to show that some people don't take no for an answer.

Hasta luego, folkies! (Yes, I know I'm a dork. And no, I don't care.)
YOWZZZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I finally got my email to go on my sidebar!!!!!

See?

(uh....look on the left side.)

I can use HTML!!!!
I can use HTML!!!!
[insert happy dance here]

So.....email me!!!!!!! Please! I'm lonely here.....
Amos

My friend Amy cracks me up. I told her about my blog, and she has a message for me to pass on:

HELLO COLORADO!!!!!

Uhm.......no comment. :-)
Roses are Pink

I have some pet rose bushes.

There are three of them.....two in our front yard, and one on the side.
The other day, the side one showed this beautiful rose......ahhhh....It was pink, dark pink, and it smelled wonderful. Its petals were baby soft, as soft as silk.
The rose is still there....which surprised me. I mean, they usually drop their petals within a day or so. It's a pink antique rose.....and it is beautiful.

You know, I have the book, The Little Prince. In it, the prince has a pet rose, as well. She was described as beautiful, vain, and naive. The prince was so proud of this rose. He thought there was no other rose like it anywhere in the universe.

The prince took a trip to Earth one day, and he stumbled on a rose garden. He was disappointed to see a thousand roses, just like his own. He thought there was none other like his rose. Well, he finally learned that it was the time and love he poured into that rose that made her special. She was indeed unique in the universe.

There are so many people who are like that rose. There are a great many types of people in this world. On the surface, we may all look the same. Inside, though, we are different. We are different because we are loved by other people. People pour their love, their kindness, their care into others. That is what makes each person special in all the world.

Just my little soapbox for the day. :-)

Hasta luego.

Wednesday, May 16, 2001

Sunshine

It's funny. When I went outside today, the sun seemed to shine a little brighter.

Could Kaycee have been sending us some sunshine?

I believe so. :-)

God bless you, chicka. We'll see you soon.
I am keeping your family in my prayers.

~Love, just another faceless friend of KC's
Big Ol' Cat

I was watching the news the other night. They have this segment where they show pictures of pets and kids that viewers send in. It can be pretty cute...

Anyhoo, they showed one the other night of this man who sent in a pic of his cat. THIS CAT WAS HUGE!!!!! I'm talkin, it was about as big as a Rottweiler. He was holding it, and it was HUGE. They said it weighed 89 pounds....that's about what I weigh, give or take about 75 lbs..... :-)

They were saying, "Is that cat for real?!"

I dunno....it looked pretty real to me....

But seriously, you could RIDE that cat like a horse, it was so big!

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty....AHHHHHHHHHHH!
Ooops, I did it again!

WARNING: RANT TO FOLLOW

I don't know if you guys have been keeping up with the Tim McVeigh case. I just read where the FBI admits "making a mistake" in the case.

Well, no dee. I can understand a few reports here and there, but 3,000 pages?!

Now McVeigh may consider asking for a retrial. I have just a few questions:

Was it not enough that he killed 168 people?
Was it not enough he destroyed countless lives?
He wants to be seen as some kind of martyr. Well, all I have to say is, he isn't a martyr in MY eyes. He's a murderer. A sick, evil murderer. And now he's trying to twist the knife even further. Kind of akin to flipping the bird at countless innocents.

Sick, sick, sick.




Hola, mes amigos (-as).

I am back. And better than ever.

Just a few relevant things about myself:

Age: 22 3/4
Occupation: Recent college graduate
Location: a really small town in Oklahoma (near Oklahoma City)
Family: One mother, one stepfather, one father, one stepmother, two sisters, one brother, two stepsisters, two stepbrothers, one sister-in-law, three brothers-in-law, six neices, five nephews, and a puppy (Whew!)

Likes: Mint chocolate chip ice cream, McDonalds (and please don't tell me the story about the McNuggets; I already heard about it......but I really like their French fries), Survivor, pizza, food in general, sunny days, cats, Beanie Babies, bubble mix, Bath and Body Works stuff, Dr. Pepper, writing, music

Dislikes: Soap operas (yeccccccccchhhhhhh!!!!), beer, country music, cigarrett smoke, dog poop, allergies

Pet peeves: People trying to act arrogant

Reason for this website: To inform my dear friends (that's YOU guys) about all my petty happenings

Email: dawoman598@hotmail.com

OK....enough for right now. I shall return.
Accccckkkkkkk!!!!!

OK...I made up this really kool intro to my web blog.....AND IT DIDN'T PUBLISH!!!! Ratpoop!

Ah, well. We shall try again.

Welcome to Redgie's World!

I am Redgie....hear me roar. (Not so much.)

OK.....this isn't working. Ah, well. What the heck do I expect at 4 am?
Sigh....OK. I will type better stuff in the morning.
I promise. I really will.