Now Entering Madness 6

in reflection of Boondocks ... I thought of this

What's worse than Family Guy?

Boondocks. I despise the comic -- the last time I read it was years ago. Now they have it on Cartoon Network. What's funny about Santa being visciously attacked by a pre-teen armed with a golf club?

Oh, wait ... I've got it now; absolutely nothing!

Wacky & Stupid

Hey! You lied to me. So did you. And you did too!

Luke in heaven confronts all the poeple he knew.

Navigator on a spice freighter? Don't they have computers for that? -- c/o Uncle Owen
Obi Wan has taught you well. Well, no he hasn't. I killed him early, then you couldn't do half the things the REAL jedi could do, let alone the Sith. Man! See what happens when a father isn't there to raise the child? -- c/o Vader / Ani
Yoda, you can't die. Twilight is upon me. Oh wait ... that's right. You'll see me later in an asteral form. Yeah ... not dying. You were right. -- c/o Yoda
Oh ... and Yoda didn't train me -- c/o Obi Wan
You're the best kisser. Hey! Give me a break. I knew there was something odd. Did you know we were related? I just remember images of my mother really. She was sad. Okay ... I never saw a picture of her. -- c/o Leia

Olympics 2006

I made an assignment for the kids to create a new Winter Olympic sport. Many of them didn't know ANY olympic sport. So sad! I did mention that there was nearly every conceivable skiing and skating event imaginable. I remember watching some olympics when I was young. Later, I grew quickly tired of it. With the mindblowing corruption of exchanging medals by the judges, I hope that they have a better criteria for judge selection this time and thereafter.

I personally like to watch Judo, but it's usually on at a time when I'm not awake or not around. I should just bring myself to tape it. I don't watch enough TV to warrant getting a TiVO.

Today finds me

at work again ... late call for a teacher who went into work ill. The class was okay ... bit squirrely after being off so long -- go figure.

He-who-shall-not-be-named is getting evicted due to noises and distrubances. My sister came in and told not too-unclear details of his exploits. He went into the G.P., M. D. to report problems and obsservations RE: V. D. His girlfriend apparently is adding to his collection. During this time, my mother was listening -- could take no more and left. My father has a soft spot for he-who-shall-not-be-named, and is blind-sided by that. I personally haven't like the thing in a long time.

He-who-shall-not-be-named has the nerve to berrate his mother (my sister) then ask -- more like, demand -- I want ... I gotta have ... I need ...

There really is open season on He-who-shall-not-be-named. Anyone without a more dilema concerning removal of decayed matter should contact me on this matter. If He-who-shall-not-be-named could be relocated to say ... Guatamala / Mongolia that would work just fine too.

My sister anticipates He-who-shall-not-be-named being arrested before she needs to find new housing for him. I hope that's true. It will be the beginning of a happier chapter for the family. All He-who-shall-not-be-named is destroy, damage and corrupt. It will be good to see He-who-shall-not-be-named gone away.

On a happier note: Charlie apparently misses me. I miss him as well. I hope to see him this week.
While at school I was also asked to work for another teacher on Thursday. That's great too.

When I tried to reach the teacher from today --- number is no longer in service / disconnected ... uh, oh! That's the number that the school had for the teacher.

My sister, bro-in-law and their two dogs are coming. Our adventure awaits.

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Starting off the Year with a Bang

Combined with wild screaming, the kids ran pell-mell through the cold firing silly string at midnight. Later, they all camped out for a "sleep over" -- sleep was not involved -- in that they were up well til 3 something. I got to hear it all -- lucky me. Jonny thought jumping downstairs would be fun. He smacked straight into the ceiling, nearly giving himself a concussion. That was the bang!

He-who-shall-not-be-named was brought over, much to my disdain. I didn't greet him. I'm glad we were out of there quickly.

Most of the fam went to second mass -- I didn't go to church. Wow! Since I don't regularly attend any church, that really isn't surprising. Most of them came back more weary than they left.
We found out the Jenny eats sauerkraut -- amazing and that the kids needed rest.

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Sickness and Wealth

Well, Christmas has been here. I put up some new photos from the quick gift unwrapping.

One sister is having a Grinch of a time with her [blank] son. I hope that she can get him on Social Security and end that chapter of everyone's lives.

aw hee - haugh - hee haw -- he haugh
know what I mean? Perhaps -- "phffittrrpptl" or what comes out of a arse! May God have mercy on his soul, for I have no mercy to offer him. I haven't liked that kid for a long, long time. Details, later!

Anyway ... family is here... pretty good time, overall. Happiness is where you find it / pursuit of it.

Love ya all! Happy New Year!

anchors

It's still scary. Mike suggested that the one calling the shots has a particular look and these ladies have the same make up artists / specialists.

Hoda

Rebecca Gomez

previously listed as Liz Camen * as per another site listed her as such

M.R. thank you for your correction

Susan McGinnis

Barnes & Noble

Ah ... getting a membership there has it's priveliges like:
Dear M.,
Why haven't you spent a ton of money with us recently? Here's a coupon good for 15% off A book. Here, great sales on books you and people you know won't read. Buy some over-priced CDs or DVDs.

This coupon expires in 5 days. You'll know, because we'll pester you until you use it. Buy from us now! The power of Barnes compells you! The power of Barnes compells you! [I'm supposed to stop leviatating in anger and drop down and sit at my computer and shop].

We'll mail you, email you, call your friends and have them invite you to Barnes and Noble. We will get your money. If nothing else, we'll take over one of your loans and get it that way.

Uh, people ... I'm just not buying right now. Is that okay?
No!

Buy, buy buy!!! If you don't spend money you don't have, the terrorists win.

ummm, I don't think so.

Scary sameness

Puppets. Do they look strangely similar? I liken it to either: identity preference or thematic ideas like Looker movie. All three are from CNN / HNN

Michele Mitchell

Erica Hill

Robin Meade

closing the chapter

Saying goodbye to Alejandra
10-year-old’s body will be flown to Mexico for funeral
By Amy Soper
asoper@news-sentinel.com
Sobs rose from St. Patrick’s Catholic Church as Emma Gutierrez leaned on the edge of the white casket where her daughter lay Monday morning.
For Gutierrez, it was her first close look at her daughter’s face since Alejandra disappeared Dec. 8. Today, Alejandra’s body is scheduled to be flown to Mexico, where a a funeral service will be held in her birth city of El Cuitzillo, Guanajuato.
Perhaps her mother was remembering seeing Alejandra walk west on Branning Avenue toward the bus stop at Calhoun Street. Perhaps she was remembering the playful screams her daughter made as she romped with younger children. Or perhaps she was remembering the 10-year-old’s dream to finish school and became a nurse or a teacher.
Alejandra’s dreams were cut short by tragedy. Police believe she was raped by Simon Rios and a juvenile before her strangled body was dumped in a Delaware County woods hours after her Dec. 8 abduction. Rios, who already is charged with killing his wife and three children Dec. 13, told authorities he and 17-year-old Juan Rosales abducted Alejandra in his van.
A funeral service for Rios’ wife, Ana Casas, and their three young daughters was held at St. Patrick’s more than a week ago. Whether Alejandra’s disappearance and death were connected to the slayings of Rios’ wife and children is still unknown.
For the Gutierrez’s neighbor, Donnie Foster, Alejandra’s abduction and death is a call to fight for change. The father of an 11-year-old girl, 9-year-old boy and 14-month-old girl, he is lobbying the school district to bring back use of code words. He said if someone tries to pick a child up and doesn’t know the code word, the child would know not to go with that person.
“We can’t see more children like that,” Foster said, pointing to Alejandra’s casket.
Friends, family and others shared their memories of “Alejandrita” and their sorrow as many showed their support for the Gutierrez family.
“I’m Hispanic and I know how close-knit the Hispanic community is,” said Elena Hess, who wiped tears from her eyes after paying her respects at the casket. “I felt it was my duty as a mother and a human being to come.”
Hess said she has a 3-year-old daughter and is saddened by the evil in the world.
Mimi Drewery doesn’t directly know the Gutierrez family, but her niece was a classmate of Alejandra’s.
“I don’t know them personally, but I know them from my heart,” Drewery said. “I belong to the Hispanic community, and she’s just like one of the family.”
Drewery said tragedies such as the recent deaths are unusual in the Hispanic community, which she admitted has its share of ups and downs. She said Alejandra’s death hit her niece hard.
“She knows (Alejandra’s) not coming back,” she said.
How you can help
Friends of the family have established a memorial fund to help pay for expenses connected with Alejandra Gutierrez’s funeral. Deposits can be made to the Alejandra Gutierrez Memorial Fund at any National City Bank branch in Indiana. The Gutierrez family will retain control of the money.
Express your condolences
To express your condolences, go to www.legacy.com/FortWayne, and click on Alejandra Gutierrez’s name.

Short day

My folks got a new fridge -- appliance 3 this year. It was not a good year for appliances.

I also went over to see Charlie and family. Ted was there and we talked a bit while Charlie was riding his new bike -- c/o Ted for Christmas. Apparently, he and Beth went in and dropped their collision coverage on their auto insurance. To their misfortune, 2 weeks later, a kid drove across many lanes and smashed into them, causing $2000 worth of damage. Thankfully, they were unhurt.
State Farm stated that since they didn't have collision coverage, they needed to pay 30% of the deductible -- $700 in their case. My advice, don't use State Farm Auto Insurance.

Mike's annual

Mike's party was a nice one this year. Sadly the gift that would have been entertaining was ... well, labeled wrong -- in that it was a box of controllers, but no game was included. Charlie was a bit put out. I showed him 3 Stooges, one of them anyway ... he appeared to like it.

Mike changed from his typical Peanuts Christmas special, to a mix of different material -- ending in Grinch Who Stole Christmas.

I did a shot this year, which I tend to avoid -- one shot of peppermint schnopps. Thankfully, Keith didn't pour many glasses of Jagger or something wicked like that.

The famous Tammy showed and spoke a while.
Lisa ... hold on to this ... fell asleep. I know, I know that's so unlike ... wait. That's typical.

Christmas funnies 2005

Jenny trips over chair -- uninjured, trying to reach phone call for Jessica. Winter Olympics are in February 2006, we have a good contender here.

A previously stomach-ill Angel still charges after gifts, opening 1 containing her dog bones and eats straight from the box ... throughout the day is foul-windish attic and basement. This caused some tension, as wherever she went -- the wind would surely follow.

Father, videographer extrodinaire, sets the camcorder on a chair during unwrapping, implying to me that it is on pause, but to no shock -- it was flimning its resting and odd angles.

Gary, Jenny's beau, came over to spend some time with us (sister's house). He's a nice kid -- I have high hopes for him. If I were to liken him to anyone facially, Mark Hamill -- younger years. He reported an odd presentation of a gift -- $400 in ones ... wadded up into a box. So to get the "million box, there are one million little boxes ... inside each of those boxes is a crisp, new one dollar bill" money, he had to unwadded it. He said he stopped at $200, then rested.

I can think of a nasty trick for my father, who is a prankster at times.
Traditions:

Father started a tradition of Santa leaving animal crackers (simple little boxes), wrapped in with the gifts. After decades of this, you are well capable of "sniffing them out". He asked for suggestions to better disguise them -- I suggested attaching balsom wood from a citrus crate onto them -- altering their shapes. Anyway -- I no longer eat them. So he has a new challenge: what to do about mine. What I remember them being:

flattened box: accidentally crushed by reindeer
emptied: Santa was especially hungry
opened: inside was a deformed cracker with a note detailing that it was a poo pile
this year: filled with something I do eat -- BBQ potato chips

I suppose that I will take with me all of these quirky, decades-old traditons and include them into the holidays.

Church happenings:
I attended candlelitght vigil, where near the closing candles are lit -- passing the flame to the next person. This is interesting only in the fact that I chose a snapped candle, but it worked just fine. My mother's was dim -- at best, so I tried to improve the flame. In doing so, the bottom holder fell under the seats. I got the flame better. Father handed his candle to Mum and went searching for the holder. All the while the pastor continued on his talk ... clink, clatter, clink ... he got it ... then it fell again (mind you that the lights were down) ... again retrieved ... (tra-la-la -- Captain Underpants is victorious and everything that is good and cottony is saved).

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Judo

Often pits persons of nearly the same weight against each other. Sometimes one is larger, but his opponent uses the weight difference against him. So is true in our next story:

My sister who "might" outweigh her Christmas tree positioned herself well for the conflict, conceding that Tom didn't shift it like he said he was going to. She was going to do it. She readied herself for the ensuing battle, but didn't react fast enough the the tree's cat-like reflexes.

She lunged, it teetered, swaying away from her grasp, then inexplicably, it surrendered, falling prostrate, with her victorious over her fir adversary. Only the tinkling of ornaments reminded us of the once mighty Christmas tree and its once-notable power.

At least that's the way she told it ... I couldn't believe it was simply falling into it, breaking it nearly in half trying to move it. By the way: sister, 4' 11", <105 pounds, versus 7' tree weighed by metal and trinkets and slashing branch weapons.

What's that noise?

My father was using a leaf vac in the back yard. While using it, it started a high-pitched noise that made him believe it was the motor burning out. This was bad news as a few mechanical instruments this year bit the dust on the folks.

He turned off the vac to find the problem, yet the noise persisted. He turned around to find the neighbot dauschund painfully whining for attention, regardless of the wicked vac. Bailey would, I believe, crawl into your pocket as long as you pet and scratched him --- forever.

Talk about a silly, lovable, dependant animal. Sweet, cute, undoubtably a lapdog.

Fall 2005

Kick me here!

little known fact -- I have been stupid a long, long time.

My knee had some tension. I was hoping that a sharp shock to it would free it. I asked Lori to quickly kick my knee. She declined. After some pestering she kicked me

in the shin.

Needless to say it wasn't any better after that.