The Queen of Panic!

2pm today -> phone rings:

"Hello, this is [Dorko] how can I help you?"

(I currently have a dream job, working from home, so I always ask if I can help whenever the phone rings and I don't recognize the caller ID)

Extremely familiar voice...
(sounds alot like me but a bit lower perhaps?):

"Hey [Dorko] what are you doing?"

Inner heart leaps for joy and curiosity over the call as I realize that I'm speaking with, "bomp-pa-da-bomp-bomp-BAH!" <-(a little fanfare, please!!)-> The Queen of Panic!

Rock isn't the only family member given over to nicknaming and nutshelling, in a word or two, people, places, things, events, situations.

I'm way into that sorta thing myself.

The Queen of Panic! is my sister people. And I dubbed her thus, shortly after my return to Nebraskaland from those Arizona Highways...

Growing up, I viewed her as a fairly normal being.
However, she married an awesome guy and bore 2 sons into the world. Sweet -A? For the most part we must all agree on that; however....
I'm convinced that the birthing process took its toll as a life changiing event and endowed my sister with SUPER powers of manic-panic.

Example: We're looking over salad fixings in the local I.G.A. grocery store. Her youngest child (who happens to have no fear and an aray of titles: Pony Boy, the Little Lord of Leaping, Bip, etc... I'll go with "Bip" here because it's easier to type.) takes a full gainer right outta the grocery cart onto his little head, making an impressive test-the-melon-for-ripeness THUMP! sound.
Not to be out done, my sister lets fly this banshee, other-worldly cry.
I mean that baby had not only volume to it, but the rather unsettleing effect of raising every nerve ending, hair and goosebump on ones body to full erection and blazen red alert!

(I was so shocked and dismayed at the time- that it took a bit of getting around for me to ask, "Man! What is up with that? and How does she do it???" [that other-worldly-totally-unnerving-cry-thingie] I'm thinking it's a gift, that Mothers get, right along with the children they have charge over...?)

Bip was ok. We were all shaken and stirred... which naturally led to several retellings of the scary event. It was during one of the post-occurance-hash sessions that I pointed out there was a 3rd interesting sound that day... the sound of every head & neck in the place, snapping towards [the] produce [department]. :)
I think that was the first time I test drove the moniker "Queen of Panic!" for her, and, well, ... folks it seems to be soooo her, that she, like me and "Dorko", has adopted it for her own now. We smile, wink and nod about it all the time.

She had latent ability in the early years... always skiddish about spiders and snakes (which is exactly why I KNEW that she'd have BOYZ! to raise) would bait a minnow on a hook but not a nightcrawler, washed her hands 3x more than me & Rock, she fears crickets & rightly so! If one enters a room that she's in - they will "go for her", damndest thing I've ever seen! [That mid-night safari for cricket I commented about on Pitch Black's blog - the serial killer post? - was actually launched in defense of our beloved Queen of Panic!.]

I remember an incident when I should have been a little less dismissive of her buding powers of panic!
We were really young, the days of 9 o'clock bed times. We'd gone to see the Movie "Who Slew Annie Rue?" starring Boris Karlof. It was summertime [I think] so we did the normal complaining to high Heaven about having to go to bed before it's even really dark outside. A loosing bid as always. Sharing a room meant we could goof off together and that was cool! At some point it did get dark and she decided she wanted her window open so she pops up outta her bed to take care of that and sits right back down...
Baby Queen of Panic! says: "There's somebody out there!"
Baby Dorko says: "Shut-up! There is not. You're just trying to scare me because we went to that scary movie. I'm not falling for it this time!"
[Blogger story note: Big sisters like to play tricks on little sisters - they will toy with you! Believe it.]
Baby Queen of Panic! "No! I'm serious!" Pops back up to take another look out of the window - pops back down and says, "I think it's a man and he's trying to look in the neighbor's windows!"
[Blogger story note: I'll spare you the ensuing, "No! You're faking it" vs. "No! I'm not! There's REALLY somebody out there!" all-out-war we had, ...which she eventually won]
So, Baby Dorko crawls over to Baby Queen of Panic's bed and pops up for a dubius looksie for herself.... 3 beats later, I'm hunkered down, & we're now sisters entrenched together saying, "OMGoodness! OMGoodness! There's somebody out there!"
We did the right thing.
We got Mommie and Daddy.

Good times.

Wow! Some trip down memory lane -A?

Anyways... I did answer her question...

"I'm still just trying to get things together around here... it's taking forever... place is a mess!"

[Takes me a small bit of forever to put my household together after a move! Gotta feel out the vibe of the new domicle. Gotta gage "flow". All that.]

Queen of Panic!: "You got enough space for overnight visitors?"

Dorko: (Excited!) "You comming down?"

(Queen of Panic! and her menfolk live in Minnesota, doncha know?)

Yes, yes, yes! Easter ... forgot all about the possibilities of Family get together! **der!** Apparently the Nieces are comming into Rock's and so she's bringing the Nephews.

Hoping they don't find out about how "we" entertained our badselves with our cousins, back in the day!

[Still blushing over my flashback comment to Mirands's blog: Deep in my Mind - the "Oi, my dilema...lol - post!]

Queen of Panic! Bip and her oldest, "Chicken Bub" will be in tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow - YES! and WHOO-HOO!

I'm telling you people I'm a blessed woman ...

WHO NEEDS TO GET TO WORK AND WORK REALLY HARD BECAUSE omgoodness, THEY'LL BE HERE TOMORROW!

Blessed

Feeling frumpy.
Feeling like I'm stuck.
Just like leaving m'keys on the checkout counter and sailing on out the store door... been feeling like ...I'mma going no where fast.
Phooey.

Maybe it's the stormy weather... snivel.
Because the feeling does not match the reality people. Reality is: I am being exceedingly BLESSED. ... still, I can't help thinking this is going to be a big year for REALLY HARD WORK for me... and... changes, ...growth, if you will. And... quite frankly, if that's what I'm sensing, if that's what's in the offing - out there on those prairie winds for me...
Dang.
I'm SO OO O ready!
Let's get 'er done!

Thought I heard a knock & the doorbell ring yesterday.
Ignored it. <-(Frumped!)

This morning - I'm up early and let the ol' Ladydogger & the young Dr. Suess out to scratch & sniff and, well, hopefully poop & pee while they're out there for cryin' out loud... and I see a package propped up by the carport door!

It's from one of the most talented artisans I've ever known & it's addressed to me! :) :) :) :) :)

I have admired this poor dear's talents for decades now!

"Poor dear" because he's been paying his debt to society for having the audacity to break basic traffic laws in the great state of AZ.
OK.
I heard it [from the grapevine - no kidding!] twasn't the traffic infraction that sent him to the big house. It was the open container of beer hugging his crotch and the open 1/2 pound of weed on truck seat beside him, along with the joint he was toking and the noxious cloud of smoke that rolled out the winda, engulfing the patrolman, practically head to toe, that brought Miranda into it.
As well it should.
Grapevine speckulation was "he was just ASKING for an arrest" - duh.

Seams like some folks go on self destruct and ingnore every red flag that deathspiral sends up... all the way down to the grave.

{insert moment of silence - not for the dead, mind you! Sheesh! They're DEAD. Let's have a moment of recognition, for all the hearts that may have skinned their knees, falling down over the more wayward & unrepentant children of men. Sometimes all we can do is pray people.}

And sometimes... Nab Jones shines his cherry little lights on the scene, snaps the steel cuffs in place and sentences enough time for folks to think about it. I'm hoping & praying my friend has had enough time to think about a change of heart and therefore direction.
That man has AWESOME talent!

OMGoodness! The package! I was so excited, I've seen he made some indescribably beautiful jewlery boxes for his daughter, out of popsickle sticks (!!!) while incarcerated. I mean he could put on a New York or LA show and make hundreds if not thousands of dollars off these things. I kid you not. They are EXQUISITE! I saw one that was heart shaped with a domed lid which was ingeniusly dove-tailed-hinged to the base. The width of the popsickle sticks and his useage/placements of them gave an inlaid effect, especially with the staggering offsets he cleverly designed into the footing of the piece (which was protected with felts). The inside was lined with a red felt and had removable trays which effectively gave 3 tiers of compartments to its use. AND [this got me!] he had used just the ends of the sticks, with contrasting wood grain/color, cut on a bias angle and glued together again, to form a plethra of little wooden hearts which he scattered for her to discover in the bottom of the box!
And...
TA-DAH!
He HAD made a jewlry box for ME!
Another ingenius design - a retangular box, beveled, hinged lid. The sides bow out on the outter sides of the box and the footing reminds me of southwest door ways - it hints at the key hole effect as it graduates in tiers down to each of the 4 feet, which are, once again carefully protected with felt on the underside. The inside has a black leather (pleather?) lining and a 2 compartment tray which lifts out - more black leather lining in the bottom and on the lower insides.
This box is more beautiful than anything I have to put in it.
Not only that, but it just feels good in your hands. You see it. You want to touch it and when you do - you you you ... marvel... at it.
That's as good as I'm gonna get at explaining the thing.
Wish to high heaven that I had a scaner so I could post a picture or 2.
*sigh*
He'd tucked a letter inside.
(I'll share!):

Hi [Dorko],

Surprise, Surprise - hope you like it!

Well, I'm out now and staying with my .....sister.....until I'm back on my foot again. :)

Your box is the last box I made while in. I had you in mind while making it.

It's a gift of friendship and appreciation for faithfully writing me and keeping me in good spirit.

Thank you [Dorko]

Sincerely.....

Crap. <-(I thought.) I should have written to him MORE.
I'd only sent him out, like 3 or 4 letters over like 2 or 3 years time. I didn't want to give a wrong impression... I wanted to do just what he says I did. Lift his spirit. So ... I s'pose it was enough. Dig it.
Dig it, dig it!

Thought I heard a knock and the doorbell ring today.
I did NOT ignore it.
It was visiting teachers with, [SCORE!!!] A MINI EASTER BASKET for me! Plastic tumbler with bunny motif, purple pipe cleaner handle and candy - the good stuff - jelly beans, cadbury eggs, etc...

My scriptures tell me these things:

...And whatsoever thing persuadeth men to do good is of me; for good cometh of none save it be of me. I am the same that leadeth men to all good....

My Prayer tonight: Oh! Great, Grandfather, my Lord, my God, how grateful am I for the blessings of this day! For friendships and fellowships and the nurturing touch of thy master hand, moving through our lives. Chasten me, strengthen me, you bring comfort and cheer, refreshing rains to the parched - to the lowly & unworthy - even to one such as I. I pray, dear Father - that I may yet be of good service unto Thee. That sweet spirit of good, for goodness sake, touches mine heart like none other. Help me Father to continually find and develop my talents, to give good gifts of love and friendship, to the souls of those you send my way, that they may see Thy light shining through me and turn praises unto Thee again. May I never allow myself to forget that there is but one name given whereby salvation cometh - even the name of Jesus Christ. Teach me Father, through His example that I may have a hope - that I can teach, if Thou art willing, I pray for a clarity of mind, body and soul, that I might bear a continued rememberance that I cannot transform, not myself nor another; keep me from slipping, from evil and harm Father, in accordance to Thy will -for a testimony has been borne deep in my heart, YOU are the only power I know of for transformation, for the changing of bad for good! I thank Thee, for the gift of Thy holy Spirit upon which I wholly depend for decernment as it surely testifies of the truthfulness of all things, and directs my pathways ever closer unto Thee. Oh Father! Thou art both merciful and just. In Thee I trust completely. And I pray unto Thee with full singing measures! With gladness swelling my heart, yea Father my cup runneth over! in Jesus name, Amen.

Vinegar!

I wasn't gonna blogger no more today...

Then again, I just finished a boat load of dirty dishes - sprucing up the house today, & THAT gave me an idea to take a break & blog ya, doncha know?

I'd been putting off doing said dishes as long as possible. (I'm the only dishwasher in the place, despite the fact that Ladydog and Suessalicious [the kitty] TRY to VOLUNTEER like EVERY MEAL! I'm picky about the house pets cleaning up dishes of all things... I mean dogs especially leave that slimy kind of saliva behind that one can never seem to completely get through back at the sink. OOOOOUUUUUUuuu! *crinkle nose*)

Anyways... I have this favorite pan. It's a little saucepot (just like me! *gooosh!*) ...only it's also got a steamer which fits it like a double boiler. Perfect for a lot of different stuff. The other day I was fixin'up some fresh, steamed broccoli for one or two... (left overs are super in wraps!) when there's a ring of the door bell and my friend, Ben, appears! He's brought lunch with him! (Cool Beans!) So we dive into what he's brung. Naturally.

Well!

I forgot I was steaming stuff!

It should go no more than 5 min. and it went long enough to drain all the color from the broccoli straight into the bottom of the pan. At which point it all went from a green to a charcoal BLACK! Even the bits of broccoli at the bottom of the steamer were starting to charbroil in there!
(Charbroiled broccoli is not a tasty dish on an electric range top!)

Hello Garbage can! I rinsed and wiped and contemplated tossing the entire pan. But today! TODAY! I finally made myself face the clean up job and in mid scrub I remembered an old kitchen tip: VINEGAR + CREAM OF TARTER = CLEAN PANS! So I get 'em out, squirt & sprinkle, let sit for a minute or 2 and WALL-LA! Just a few light go overs with the spounge scrubber thingie and clean pan!!!

OK! Break over!

Story Eggs

I've been called to be a Sunday school teacher.

Easter is less than a dozen days away.

I was going to post this on Good Friday, but then I thought that if any of you'd like to make up a set of story eggs you might want to do it before you get into that busy week end....

(I keep mine in an old egg carton)

Story Eggs for Easter


Number 12 plastic eggs.
Place items in eggs to be opened & examined during the story.

1. Sacrament cup
2. Three dimes
3. White cord or knotted twine
4. Piece of hard soap
5. Square of red or scarlet felt or velvet
6. Small nail
7. Dice
8. Tiny bag of earth; small rocks
9. White cloth
10. Rock or stone
11. Cloves, cinnamon, other spices
12. Nothing

1. At the time of the Passover, Jesus met with his disciples and he gave them bread and wine to help them remember the great sacrifice he would make for all of us. After they sang a hymn they went out into the Mount of Olives. And He went a little farther, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless, not as I will, but as Thou wilt. (Matthew 26:39)

2. The one of the twelve, called Judas Iscariot, went unto the chief priests, and said unto them, What will ye give me, and I will deliver him unto you? And they covenanted with him for thirty pieces of silver. (Matthew 26:14-15) This fulfilled to prophecy in Zechariah 11:12-14 that Jesus would be sold for 30 pieces of silver.

3. When the morning was come, all the chief priests and elders of the people took counsel against Jesus to put him to death: they led him away, and delivered him to Pontius Pilate the governor. (Matthew 27:1-2)

4. When Pilate saw that he could prevail nothing, but that rather a tumult was made, he took water, and washed his hands before the multitude, saying, I am innocent of the blood of this just person see ye to it. Then answered all the people, and said, His blood be on us, and on our children. Then released be Barabbas unto them: and when he had scourged Jesus, he delivered Him to be crucified. (Matthew 27:24-26)

5. And they stripped him, and put on him a scarlet robe. And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon his head, and a reed in his right hand: and they bowed the knee before him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews! And spit upon him, and took the reed, and smote him on the head. (Matthew 27:28-30)

6. And after they had mocked him, they took the robe off from him and put his own raiment on him, and led him away to crucify him. And as they came out, they found a man of Cyrene, Simon by name: him they compelled to bear his cross. (Matthew 27:31-32) and He was crucified Nailed to the cross. Press this nail into your hand and feel how it must have hurt.

7. And they crucified him, and parted his garments, casting lots: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet and sitting down they watched him there. (Matthew 27: 35-36)

8. Jesus, when he had cried again with a loud voice, yielded up the ghost. And, behold, the veil of the temple was rent in twain form the top to the bottom; and the earth did quake, and the rocks rent Now when the centurion, and they that were with him, watching Jesus, saw the earthquake, and those things that were-done, they feared greatly, saying; Truly this was the Son of God. (Matthew 27: 50-51, 54)

9. (Then Joseph, a rich man) went to Pilate, and begged the body of Jesus. Then Pilate commanded the body to be delivered. And when Joseph and taken the body, he wrapped it in clean linen cloth, and laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock. (Matthew 27:58-60)

10. And rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulcher, and departed. Pilate said unto them, (the chief priests and Pharisees) Ye have a watch: go your way, make it as sure as ye can. So they went, and made the sepulcher sure, sealing the stone, and setting a watch. (Matthew 27: 60, 65-66)

11. And when the Sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, and Mary, the mother of James, and Salome, had brought sweet spices, that they might come and anoint him. And, behold, there was a great earthquake; for the angel of the Lord descended form heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. And the angel said unto the women, Fear not ye for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. (Mark 16:1, Matthew 28:2, 5)

12. HE IS NOT HERE: FOR HE IS RISEN, AS HE SAID. (Matthew 28:6)

Voracious Sireal Blogger

Voracious Blogger ate another Post.
Munchin' Post like they're cereal or something...
Is that what we have here people?
Cereal Blogger? (Ha-Ha!)
I dunno.
I'm feeling silly.
Maybe too much Saby on the blog?
SAVY? Heheheheheheee.
I just make the jokes people.
You don't have to actually "get them" for me to be as HAPPY as a little girl! :) :) :)

Speaking of Cereal reminds me of serial and I'm grateful Kansas finally caught a break in that B.T.K. thing. Sure hope they've got the real Macoy in lock down.
I guess I was too young to give a care when the fiend first went on the rampage.
However once upon a dark evening, late last spring, ...When I was living in that little green cottage, the one with the riot of volunteer sunflowers lining the dirt lane, from highway to house and back again, ...
KSN (Kansas State Network) was one of 4 TV stations I could pull in on the oh, so economical, antenna vision. (FREE is good for me!)
They began talking about this B.T.K.
(@ first I thought I was having hearing difficulty and my brain was confusing Burger King commercials with the nightly news broad casts! No kidding, that's what I thought. Well I was puttering, so I really wasn't watching intently)
Right.
You already know Dorko is the purrrfect blog name for me!
Anyways, I slowly begin to figure out that the B.T.K. is short for Bind, Torture, Kill and that a serial murderer...
(whom liked to prey on women mind you)...
(Don't they all?)...
..had surfaced again and was sending cheery little "Nah-nah-na-nah-na!" notes, to the local authorities.
Hummm-mm.
OKAY.
Local, was like, Wichita, KS - over the boarderline and almost the entire length of the state away from me, but they were saying Bind, Torture, Kill!
None of which, happen to be on my fantasy to-do list, thank-you very much!!!!!!!
I got up and locked m' door.
I peered outside. (Nothing but those glorious stars!)
I listened. Cyote & Hoot-owl & bunnies sniffing the wind. All the same...
I began keeping the porch light on and locking the door all the time - even when I was home.
Gave me the Hebegeebees!
I remember one of the first times I ever felt the Hebegeebees like that...
I was living in another little cottage (my first!) this one was painted white with Tiger Lillies prowling & clawing at the edges of the front porch.
(Picture the dreamy, brown eyes of the Dorko, looking afar off & sweetly into the past ......)
The people across the street kept hunting dogs in a kennel by the alleyway.
I always felt sorry for them dogs.
Never saw the people take 'em out for a walk, or to run 'em in a field, let alone a hunt.... anyways....
One night, at an hour that you'd only expect to have truckers, felons and wild dogs out... those doggers began barking their fool heads off.
I was quite annoyed because I'd just gotten to a light ZZZZzzzzzz mode, when they took up.
Woof! Woof! Woo-Woo-Woof!
(I was no longer feeling sorry for them!)
So I tossed, and I turned, and I pulled my pilla up around my ears... and ... that's when I thought, stupid dogs!
They need to just SHUT-UP! SHUT-UP! SHUT-UP! SHUT-UP! Would be good for me..... They NEVER bark. . . . . . . . unless. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (soft gasp!) SOMEBODY'S OUT THERE!

pure terror mode. picture; covers up to nose, white knuckle grip...the usual.

Ya.

Them were a tiny fraction of the days of my mis-spent youth.
So, ...I admit I probably had a big BU infront of the ZZ.
Anytype of BUZZ does nothing to prolong rational thought in the minds of young women. We all know this, except for maybe inebriated young women, right?
I mean, every young man your Mother ever warn you about is banking on that as a matter of fact. Doncha know? You betcha!
Did I think, skunk? Other dog? Cat?
No.
My mind went straight to Boogie man prowler...
And kept me safely tucked away there until the doggers stopped sounding off.
That's what Woof! Woof! Woo-Woo-Woof! is you know, the equivalent of the all purpose alarm in doggieland.
It's were man eventually got the big idea for car alarms.
Hope all you kiddies are safely tucked away... and Sandman brings you sweet dreams, in deed!
No worries, now!
Dorko

P.S. Here's a spooky little link for you to brave!

Juicy = good

One of my interest...
(That blogger wouldn't let me post :-C )
...is delicious food!
(C'mon. I know I'm not the only one out there in bloggerland that's into this!?)

So I got this recipe from a Church-lady, who got it from her Grandma, one, Marion Wells, who used to cook her hams this way back in the day.
Churchlady tells me that by the time she'd grown up and left home, practically everybody in her hometown was cooking their hams like this, too.
After test driving it again today, I can tell you I'm hip.
It's my only ham recipe now.

This is just too EZ and too darn good!

For all of you He-Men who pass this way and think this post is not for you, know ye this: Women think it is SEXY when guys cook! Especially when it turns out as good, and as juicy as this does, like, everytime!

Am I right Ladies?

So... if you are into juicy/good ... (what was I talking about...!?)

Anyway, here's the recipe:

Marion Wells' Delicious Ham

"I cook the heck outta it!"

Put the ham in a large pot, big enough to completely cover it with water, 1 & 1/2 Cups of Apple Cider Vinegar,

and 1 & 1/2 Cups of Brown Sugar.

Bring this to a boil and cook for 2 1/2 to 3 1/2 hours.

Let it sit until it cools down. (a lot of fat comes off!)

Take it out of the pot and prepare it to roast in a baking bag by mixing together 1 Cup of Brown Sugar

with 2 to 3 Tablespoons of Dry Mustard

- which you pack on the outside of the ham & put in the baking bag (follow baking bag directions).

Place in a 250 degree oven for another 2 1/2 to 3 1/2 hours depending on the size of the ham.

To all of my vegetarian friends, I'd like to publicly apologize...

To everyone else - Enjoy!

:-* (kiss!)

Dorko

Creation

I'm in love with all of creation.
I'm also a huge NPR Geek.
I was so happy to wake up to this story this morning!

Dorko is as Dorko does...

Dorko is a nickname that my brother gave to me after those akward, personality -formative years were pretty much done for.

(My brother has his own nickname, Rock, bestowed upon him eons ago by a pack of Jr. High peers ... something to do with his intellect - thus "Rock" turned out to be a major misnomer for them & it's a mis-lead if you try to apply that original story to who he is today . Turns out he was just really, really, really good at acting dense, in Jr. High School.)

Anyways... my brother, Rock, has a bit of a reputation for nicknaming people... because the labels he dishes out have enough truth in 'em that they've a tendancy to "stick" on the people he dubs.

OH! This "Dorko" name vexed me so!
Wasn't I cooler than that?
A few of his buddies were brave enough to test drive the nickname within earshot of me or worse yet [cringe] address me with it.
Heheheheee.
I hurt them.
BADLY.
(Lord, I'd like to publicly apologize for that at this time.)

Meanwhile Rock was delighted.
Not only did he feel he had the perfect nickname for me, he was the only one that could and would use it to address me directly (and as often as possible) in public! Fun, fun, fun!

Here's another thing: I spent hours today blogging up a real good piece about moi... trying to fill in some data for all who pass this way, along the lines of profile. (until I get the blasted profile thingie to work for me!)

I wrote and wrote today... what else am I gonna do? Housework? The dishes? [maniacal laughter] This is much more fun! [big smiles!]

It was a beautiful piece of work, if I do say so myself! Ah, the detailing: ...how nuts my immediate family gets me,
...where I've been,
[some of the] things I've done,
there was the little cottage (I recently moved from), that was just far enough off the edge of the universe, that I could touch the stars in the night time sky!
...there were fireflies (my favorite bug!),
... and rattle snakes,
& Riots of sunflowers,
& prairie dog towns
& my sweet Ladydog,
& BLOOD SACRAFICE (which I felt was fairly climatic),
& that song, "Oh Baby it's Cold Outside",
& the new kitty,
&Peace,
& Love,
& green "GO" lights decending from Mid-heaven,
.....& Blogger fricken ate it! (again!)

Then... I realized that I may not have "refreshed" or did the "save draft" thingie...just quite as I should... hence the nickname "Dorko"... and well, I could be the original "my bad" ...and let's just say I've made peace with it, this "Dorko" nickname, as I've grown and matured alittle.
And, ultamitly, I must confess, oh, how well it does suit me.

I've considered personalized plates.
(give everyone on the road a heads up.)

Some who know me might say, "Oh no! that's not YOU! You've got it together girlfriend!"
But those that really know me well say, (with love, mind you, much love), "Oh that's totally her! She's such a Dorko!"

I am not claiming split personalities here.
Nothing as dramatic or dangerous as say, Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde.
Think more absent-minded-professor, I guess.
Like, sometimes, I know what I am doing every second of the day.
And then there's those times that I've driven down the street with my to-go-cup Coca-Cola riding on the top of my car.

Okay. I havn't actually driven down the street with my cola on the top of my car since, oh, maybe the mid 80's or so and there were a lot of people doing that sort of thing at that time....
'nuff said.

You get the picture, right?

Cheerios2U!
Dorko

State Troopers....

I was watching Jay Leno last night.
They were talking about getting out of traffic tickets.

Jay related what was supposed to be a true story a woman had once told him:

She'd been pulled over by a state trooper who is all business and is writting her up a ticket.

In desperation, the lady asks, "Can't I just buy some tickets to the State Trooper's Ball, or something?"

Without missing a beat the Offices says, "State Troopers don't have any balls, ma'am."

This strikes the lady as a pretty funny thing to hear so she starts to snicker.

At which point it hits the Trooper, what he'd said & how it sounded.
His pen stops writing in mid ticket, he gets really red in the face, goes back to his car for a bit, comes back to the lady and let's her go with a "You have a nice day ma'am."

You all have a nice day, too!
Cheerios2U!
Dorko

I like cartoons

I like cartoons.
Always have.
Always will!
Sorry I have not gotten that profile re-re-redone yet.
In the meantime check out this groove-a-licious site.
I just watched the "Snow Business" one with a friend and we were LOL!

Cheerio2U!
Dorko

AAARRRGGG!!!

I'm dutifully trying to update my blog and getting no where!

Frustration abounds.

I just can't get that dadburn profile to post.

I've written 2 gooduns - to no avail. AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG!

(Thank you all so kindly for your good comments and encouragements.)

I'll get rolling soon enough.

(We Dorkos sometimes take awhile in revvving-up to top running speed!)

I'm done in for the day - gonna go hug my pilla.

Hugs to all you friends!

-- Dorko