So, this is going to be a really fast post. I have a lot to say, tons of pet peeves to complain about and so on, but tonight -- this morning I have no time. For now I have two quick notes: The first is:
REALLY SLICK
This is a collection of 3D accelerated screensavers, all updated yesterday but more importantly, they're gorgeous! The collection includes:
Cyclone
Euphoria
Field Lines
Flocks
Flux
Helios
Hyperspace
Lattice
Microcosm
Plasma
Skyrocket
Solar Winds
to name a few! Did I mention they're FREEBIES? You can install all, or a few, and you can trust me, they're virus-free.
And the last tidbit I'm sharing tonight is, tomorrow night it's a full moon: the Strawberry Moon!
Later ...
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Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Memphis Manatee
Oh, this is just sad! Somehow a manatee showed up at Wolf River Harbor near downtown Memphis! He's been here three days however, a manatee rescue team from Sea World is expected to arrive today to help him. Poor little guy!
He's not missed any meals because the area he's in has tons of vegetation, but no one can figure how on earth he got here, some 750 miles upriver from where he belongs in the warm waters of the Gulf. God bless the little guy ...
I'M LOST!
You know me, this is just about to break my heart worrying about him ...
The Good News: I am not allergic to my precious Furballs! Woo-hoo!
The Bad News: I have suffered the worst cold for the past week than I can remember having ever! But it's also the only cold I've had in five years so I guess I was due for one. That's what the Duck said, at least.
The Good News: Wesley Snipes has been found! He's in Namibia filming a movie called Gollowwalker. You'll remember he was indicted last week on eight counts of tax fraud. According to the charges, Snipes didn't file federal income tax returns from 1999-2004, and attempted to defraud the government of around $12 million in taxes.
The Bad News: Namibia has no extradition treaty with the U.S., so presumably, as long as this intricate masterpiece keeps filming, he's safe!
This is just plain Bad News: Fire chief, 3 volunteers charged with arson!
Oh wait, The Good News: These dufuses are from Tennessee, but about an hour northwest of here near the TN - KY border!
TERRORS OF TIPTONVILLE
Good grief, what were they thinking?? The story even made CNN. Get a load of the Fire Chief:
All four men charged are volunteer firefighters, and one is Mr. Blackburn's grandson. Sad. Lives are ruined.
Speaking of high crime, as we all know if you're going to commit capital murder you don't want to do it in Florida, or Texas for that matter. Take thee to Illinois where it took us 18 years to finally fry John Wayne Gacy, who bawled all the way to the execution chamber! Florida put to death Ted Bundy who terrorized women in this country for many years and now Danny Harold Rolling is minutes away from execution, for which hope of any final appeal is slim.
Rolling, now 52, is said to be Florida's most prolific serial killer since Ted Bundy. The son of a Louisiana cop, he had his last meal of lobster tail, butterfly shrimp, baked potato, strawberry cheesecake and sweet tea shortly before noon.
ROLLIN', ROLLIN', ROLLIN'
"Rawhiiiiiiiiiiiiide!!" Okay, that was a bad joke but I just watched the Blues Brothers again recently.
Hot on Danny Rolling's heels is the execution of Gregory Summers, for ordering his parents' murders sixteen years ago.
Good old Gregory would be in -- you guessed it! -- Texas! I'll never understand what gets into people -- if you don't get along, take a page from my family playbook: Disappear! Become persona non grata! Vamoose! Damn, who cares? You got that kind of attitude, I got better things to do w/ my time. Anyway --
TEXAS TUNE UP
Speaking of which ... This is kinda unusual. It's a list of Last Words From Death Row:
"I'd like you to give my love to my family and friends."
— Ted Bundy, executed in Florida on Jan. 24, 1989
"Let's do it."
— Gary Gilmore, executed in Utah on Jan. 17, 1977
(By firing squad, incidentally.)
"To all of the racist white folks in America that hate black folks and to all of the black folks in America that hate themselves: the infamous words of my famous legendary brother, Matt Turner, 'Y'all kiss my black ass.' Let's do it."
— Brian Roberson, executed in Texas on Aug. 9, 2000
"Please tell the media, I did not get my Spaghetti-O's, I got spaghetti. I want the press to know."
— Thomas Grasso, executed in Oklahoma on March 20, 1995
"You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper."
— Robert Alton Harris, executed in California on April 21, 1992
(No truer words were ever spoken.)
"Sir, in honor of a true American hero: 'Let's roll.' Lord Jesus receive my spirit."
— David Ray Harris, executed in Texas on June 30, 2004
(In reference to the last recorded words of Todd Beamer, passenger on Flight 93, 11 September, 2001 which crashed in Shanksville, PA.)
"Jane, you know damn well I did not molest that kid of yours. You are murdering me and I feel sorry for you. Get in church and get saved. I really don't know what else to tell you."
— William Chappell, executed in Texas on Nov. 20, 2002
Some words were sad, poignant, some were slightly comical. The worst part is, they're all true.
So y'all notice my new Firefox button, right? That's because there's a new release! I've had it for a bit, but it was kicked loose to the public about 24 hours ago. And just because I love you I'm posting this:
Six handy Firefox 2 tweaks!
Step 1: Download Firefox 2.
Step 2: Bend it to your will.
TWEAK ME, BABY!
Sooo easy, and let me just point out one thing: Earlier today I had the opportunity to use Session Restore. Mind you, I'd forgotten about it but Firefox asked me if I'd like to restore my session to which I replied, "HELL YEAH!" (think Montgomery Gentry) and I was sooooo happy! Just read the dang article -- if that doesn't convince you Firefox is the end-all be-all in the browser world then ... I guess that means you need glasses. Because obviously you can't read -- so why are you checking out my blog?? Ahh ... for the pretty pictures!
On 15 October we all loaded up to attend a church doin's. What I remember most of all was the most mouthwatering food I've ever had in my entire life, Delinda's Mama's Chicken and Dumplings. The only chicken and dumplings I'd had previously were canned and putrid. Really. They were so bad I wondered why my mom was punishing me. Delinda promised me they were to die for and oh my! They certainly were, and she didn't exaggerate one bit. In regards to that day, I have come into possession of a few photos taken of that event, "Old Timer's Day." Everyone was supposed to dress up in period costume -- I, however, did not. I felt fortunate to make it to the event with matching shoes on -- actually, they were my red boots which matched my red fringe western jacket. Anyway, there's not a doubt in my mind I wouldn't have had matching footwear had I not groped for the red boots. Here's the most frightening part yet: I thought I had a pretty good bead on all the photo-takers at the church and threw my jacket over my head when I saw them headed my way. But I missed one ... that sneaky Cotton had a digital camera I wasn't aware of! On to the photos -- in no particular order:
That would be Bruce and a teeny bit of Anthony, both of whom play in the band at the church.
Bruce and his 9.5 month old baby boy, Danny Valencia aka Pork Chop! I love that baby so much it hurts me. And for his part, every time he gets an eyeball on me he smiles his little face off! Pork Chop, not Bruce. Well, Bruce smiles too ... the fool calls me "Sambo." Sigh.
That's my DADDY and ... someone, whose name has escaped me. They were putting the horseshoes together. No, those are not our horseshoes. It's an actual set Daddy bought.
This is Gene. He and his wife own the store where my son once took guitar lessons from Gene's friend Alan. Imagine my surprise when Gene and Elaine (his wife) walked in. I had sooo many questions to answer ... I kept 'em short and sweet. Well, I kept 'em short. Alan no longer works for Gene, but instead works in Parsons where my doctor is. I'll be looking Alan up next time I go there.
Gene's band (sans Alan), and they played forever!
This is Pork Chop's little cousin, Joshua, age 7 months, aka Bruce's brother Ricky's baby. Joshua is the sweetest little angel, and I'm wild about him as well. He looks just like his mommy, Dawn where Pork Chop looks exactly like his daddy's baby photos! The two babies are so different -- Joshua is cool and calm unless he needs a diaper change. His cousin is rough and tough, active all the time -- and he fights sleep, just like my son did. Oh me. I thought they broke that mold w/ my son, but no.
Bruce and Tonya, my little sister and please notice if you will the heart on Tonya's sweater? That was once in my hair ... until Tonya admired it! I tell you truly, I love Tonya w/ ... everything inside me. I know of no other way to put it.
The whole family: Tonya, Justin, Bruce and Baby Boy. OMG! Look at Tonya's right wrist! She also snagged my bracelet. I'd better explain -- just in case. Those who know me well realize it's very easy to "snag" something from me. You need only admire it and I'm taking it off to put in your hair, or on your wrist, etc. She would never ask for anything, but she doesn't have to. I love Tonya, I love you. If you like it, it doesn't matter what it is, it's yours.
I have more photos but I'll have to post them tomorrow. I'm still not calmed down from the uproar we had here a little bit ago -- in fact, I had to save my post and return to it and that's why it's so late now. The horses got out -- ALL of them -- so Daddy and I had to chase them. Meanwhile, Mazie's Chapel down the road had just let out and cars were going by but instead of flying as they usually do, once they saw us herding horses they slowed way down and crept by. It was sort of touch and go for a bit because sometimes they'd run together, and others they'd split up and go different ways, and the one thing we didn't want was those fools going into the timber! That would have so sucked! You know, those things are gonna happen sometimes but you just pray WHEN it does, you'll keep your wits about you and God will tell you how to deal so you don't spook them into the timber. Tell you what, once my Palomino realized there was actual grass he could graze on it was a snap to grab ahold of him. After that it was all downhill. I believe he got ahold of one of those last pepper plants ... but don't tell my mom, okay? They're still producing!
Finally, Note to Self #6:
It doesn't matter how sick I ever again become, how dizzy and weak, how hard I'm coughing and sneezing -- I will never EVER again put Vick's Vapo-Rub on my throat BEFORE going to the bathroom! I'm still having nightmares ...
He's not missed any meals because the area he's in has tons of vegetation, but no one can figure how on earth he got here, some 750 miles upriver from where he belongs in the warm waters of the Gulf. God bless the little guy ...
I'M LOST!
You know me, this is just about to break my heart worrying about him ...
The Good News: I am not allergic to my precious Furballs! Woo-hoo!
The Bad News: I have suffered the worst cold for the past week than I can remember having ever! But it's also the only cold I've had in five years so I guess I was due for one. That's what the Duck said, at least.
The Good News: Wesley Snipes has been found! He's in Namibia filming a movie called Gollowwalker. You'll remember he was indicted last week on eight counts of tax fraud. According to the charges, Snipes didn't file federal income tax returns from 1999-2004, and attempted to defraud the government of around $12 million in taxes.
The Bad News: Namibia has no extradition treaty with the U.S., so presumably, as long as this intricate masterpiece keeps filming, he's safe!
This is just plain Bad News: Fire chief, 3 volunteers charged with arson!
Oh wait, The Good News: These dufuses are from Tennessee, but about an hour northwest of here near the TN - KY border!
TERRORS OF TIPTONVILLE
Good grief, what were they thinking?? The story even made CNN. Get a load of the Fire Chief:
All four men charged are volunteer firefighters, and one is Mr. Blackburn's grandson. Sad. Lives are ruined.Speaking of high crime, as we all know if you're going to commit capital murder you don't want to do it in Florida, or Texas for that matter. Take thee to Illinois where it took us 18 years to finally fry John Wayne Gacy, who bawled all the way to the execution chamber! Florida put to death Ted Bundy who terrorized women in this country for many years and now Danny Harold Rolling is minutes away from execution, for which hope of any final appeal is slim.
Rolling, now 52, is said to be Florida's most prolific serial killer since Ted Bundy. The son of a Louisiana cop, he had his last meal of lobster tail, butterfly shrimp, baked potato, strawberry cheesecake and sweet tea shortly before noon.
ROLLIN', ROLLIN', ROLLIN'
"Rawhiiiiiiiiiiiiide!!" Okay, that was a bad joke but I just watched the Blues Brothers again recently.
Hot on Danny Rolling's heels is the execution of Gregory Summers, for ordering his parents' murders sixteen years ago.
Good old Gregory would be in -- you guessed it! -- Texas! I'll never understand what gets into people -- if you don't get along, take a page from my family playbook: Disappear! Become persona non grata! Vamoose! Damn, who cares? You got that kind of attitude, I got better things to do w/ my time. Anyway --TEXAS TUNE UP
Speaking of which ... This is kinda unusual. It's a list of Last Words From Death Row:
"I'd like you to give my love to my family and friends."
— Ted Bundy, executed in Florida on Jan. 24, 1989
"Let's do it."
— Gary Gilmore, executed in Utah on Jan. 17, 1977
(By firing squad, incidentally.)
"To all of the racist white folks in America that hate black folks and to all of the black folks in America that hate themselves: the infamous words of my famous legendary brother, Matt Turner, 'Y'all kiss my black ass.' Let's do it."
— Brian Roberson, executed in Texas on Aug. 9, 2000
"Please tell the media, I did not get my Spaghetti-O's, I got spaghetti. I want the press to know."
— Thomas Grasso, executed in Oklahoma on March 20, 1995
"You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper."
— Robert Alton Harris, executed in California on April 21, 1992
(No truer words were ever spoken.)
"Sir, in honor of a true American hero: 'Let's roll.' Lord Jesus receive my spirit."
— David Ray Harris, executed in Texas on June 30, 2004
(In reference to the last recorded words of Todd Beamer, passenger on Flight 93, 11 September, 2001 which crashed in Shanksville, PA.)
"Jane, you know damn well I did not molest that kid of yours. You are murdering me and I feel sorry for you. Get in church and get saved. I really don't know what else to tell you."
— William Chappell, executed in Texas on Nov. 20, 2002
Some words were sad, poignant, some were slightly comical. The worst part is, they're all true.
So y'all notice my new Firefox button, right? That's because there's a new release! I've had it for a bit, but it was kicked loose to the public about 24 hours ago. And just because I love you I'm posting this:
Six handy Firefox 2 tweaks!
Step 1: Download Firefox 2.
Step 2: Bend it to your will.
TWEAK ME, BABY!
Sooo easy, and let me just point out one thing: Earlier today I had the opportunity to use Session Restore. Mind you, I'd forgotten about it but Firefox asked me if I'd like to restore my session to which I replied, "HELL YEAH!" (think Montgomery Gentry) and I was sooooo happy! Just read the dang article -- if that doesn't convince you Firefox is the end-all be-all in the browser world then ... I guess that means you need glasses. Because obviously you can't read -- so why are you checking out my blog?? Ahh ... for the pretty pictures!
On 15 October we all loaded up to attend a church doin's. What I remember most of all was the most mouthwatering food I've ever had in my entire life, Delinda's Mama's Chicken and Dumplings. The only chicken and dumplings I'd had previously were canned and putrid. Really. They were so bad I wondered why my mom was punishing me. Delinda promised me they were to die for and oh my! They certainly were, and she didn't exaggerate one bit. In regards to that day, I have come into possession of a few photos taken of that event, "Old Timer's Day." Everyone was supposed to dress up in period costume -- I, however, did not. I felt fortunate to make it to the event with matching shoes on -- actually, they were my red boots which matched my red fringe western jacket. Anyway, there's not a doubt in my mind I wouldn't have had matching footwear had I not groped for the red boots. Here's the most frightening part yet: I thought I had a pretty good bead on all the photo-takers at the church and threw my jacket over my head when I saw them headed my way. But I missed one ... that sneaky Cotton had a digital camera I wasn't aware of! On to the photos -- in no particular order:
That would be Bruce and a teeny bit of Anthony, both of whom play in the band at the church.Bruce and his 9.5 month old baby boy, Danny Valencia aka Pork Chop! I love that baby so much it hurts me. And for his part, every time he gets an eyeball on me he smiles his little face off! Pork Chop, not Bruce. Well, Bruce smiles too ... the fool calls me "Sambo." Sigh.That's my DADDY and ... someone, whose name has escaped me. They were putting the horseshoes together. No, those are not our horseshoes. It's an actual set Daddy bought.
This is Gene. He and his wife own the store where my son once took guitar lessons from Gene's friend Alan. Imagine my surprise when Gene and Elaine (his wife) walked in. I had sooo many questions to answer ... I kept 'em short and sweet. Well, I kept 'em short. Alan no longer works for Gene, but instead works in Parsons where my doctor is. I'll be looking Alan up next time I go there.Gene's band (sans Alan), and they played forever!
This is Pork Chop's little cousin, Joshua, age 7 months, aka Bruce's brother Ricky's baby. Joshua is the sweetest little angel, and I'm wild about him as well. He looks just like his mommy, Dawn where Pork Chop looks exactly like his daddy's baby photos! The two babies are so different -- Joshua is cool and calm unless he needs a diaper change. His cousin is rough and tough, active all the time -- and he fights sleep, just like my son did. Oh me. I thought they broke that mold w/ my son, but no.
Bruce and Tonya, my little sister and please notice if you will the heart on Tonya's sweater? That was once in my hair ... until Tonya admired it! I tell you truly, I love Tonya w/ ... everything inside me. I know of no other way to put it.
The whole family: Tonya, Justin, Bruce and Baby Boy. OMG! Look at Tonya's right wrist! She also snagged my bracelet. I'd better explain -- just in case. Those who know me well realize it's very easy to "snag" something from me. You need only admire it and I'm taking it off to put in your hair, or on your wrist, etc. She would never ask for anything, but she doesn't have to. I love Tonya, I love you. If you like it, it doesn't matter what it is, it's yours.I have more photos but I'll have to post them tomorrow. I'm still not calmed down from the uproar we had here a little bit ago -- in fact, I had to save my post and return to it and that's why it's so late now. The horses got out -- ALL of them -- so Daddy and I had to chase them. Meanwhile, Mazie's Chapel down the road had just let out and cars were going by but instead of flying as they usually do, once they saw us herding horses they slowed way down and crept by. It was sort of touch and go for a bit because sometimes they'd run together, and others they'd split up and go different ways, and the one thing we didn't want was those fools going into the timber! That would have so sucked! You know, those things are gonna happen sometimes but you just pray WHEN it does, you'll keep your wits about you and God will tell you how to deal so you don't spook them into the timber. Tell you what, once my Palomino realized there was actual grass he could graze on it was a snap to grab ahold of him. After that it was all downhill. I believe he got ahold of one of those last pepper plants ... but don't tell my mom, okay? They're still producing!
Finally, Note to Self #6:
It doesn't matter how sick I ever again become, how dizzy and weak, how hard I'm coughing and sneezing -- I will never EVER again put Vick's Vapo-Rub on my throat BEFORE going to the bathroom! I'm still having nightmares ...
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Note To Self #5
The next time my moron friend Sharmy says, "Oooooh, it's so easy, you gotta do it!" don't freakin' listen to her! Like the time she said, "You gotta switch to Blogger Beta, it's so easy, you gotta do it!" Just because she has a brain the size of Texas doesn't mean this little wop does! I can't find a dang thing I'm looking for in that HTML, I tell you what. I searched until I was embarrassed, never did find it.
I promised to tell you how I, a manic online bookmarker -- not bookMAKER -- save my bookmarks w/out using my browser's bookmark feature. If you use I.E. (*gasp!*) that would be your favorites. But of course you're all using Firefox because once upon a time I used to have a download button on my blog. Anyway, I save everything w/ Furl -- short for "File URLs." Okay? Here's a description from the site:
What is Furl?
Furl is a free service that saves a personal copy of any page you find on the Web, and lets you find it again instantly by searching your archive of pages. It's your Personal Web.
Furl offers the best ways to share the content you find on the Web, and recommends new Web pages that may interest you. You can also search Furl to find the best sites that other people are saving.
Furl is used for many purposes by many types of people. For travel planning. Recipe sharing. House-hunting. Medical research. Thousands of people use Furl every day to save, share and discover information that is important to them.
Instantly. Simply. Guaranteed.
Read more about it here:
LEARN MORE
Okay, I'm not stupid enough to depend solely on Furl either. It has an export feature so you can back it up! Woo-hoo! I found that little gem all by myself. Another thing I love about it is, once you begin saving pages Furl recommends sites to you. But be prepared -- you go to that page, you better pack a lunch cause you're gonna be addicted!
Well! I just got spooked big time! I was really hating Beta Blogger when I looked for this draft ... And couldn't find it! I've only spent countless hours fooling around so much w/ the template I've not had energy to post -- and I still loathe it, you know. I'm giving some very serious thought to changing it back to the boring old thing I used to have just so I won't have to worry about that anymore. Some would call it obsessing about it but of course I'd never do that! So I began this post days ago, got busy, occasionally changing things around so much it made me dizzy, saved it to draft and tonight couldn't find it -- momentarily. Sigh.
So I have some news! I nearly bought a Dyson today, and not just any Dyson: A PINK DYSON! Lookie! Isn't it adorable?
I saw it at Target last week and I wanted it but dang! I just bought a great new bagless vacuum that's an absolute dream perhaps six months ago so I let the "sensible" side of me prevail. But when I saw it on sale for only $399 plus you get a $100 gift card and Target donates $40 to Breast Cancer Research -- well, it was clearly karma! I got my little hooves on the box and almost croaked -- that stupid thing weighs like 35 lbs.! I was like, "Forget that" and I kicked it to the curb! It's not that freakin' adorable and I'm sort of not in the mood for chiropractic care after every time I vacuum. Anyway, I did find other ways to soothe my hurt feelings. You know it was a struggle but I managed. *LOL* Sadly, I forgot all about going to Verizon Wireless so I am still sans Razr -- in pink of course. Just tell me this isn't adorable! 
Uh-huh, you know I'm right! So tomorrow, oh happy day, I'm going back to Jackson to meet a friend, pick up the LitterMaid Mega Elite whatever-it's-called Litter Box for the Furballs that I have on "hold" at Petco and w/ any luck I'll actually remember to go to Verizon as well. Sheesh. Whoa -- would you look at that? It has no antenna! I've been using a friend's Razr occasionally, whenever we're together but I didnt' notice until I looked at the photo. Now where am I going to put my little charm from Hawai'i? Let us ponder on this a spell ... Oh, but his is black. No pink for this guy.
So it's That Time of Year again. You know, one day it's hot and steamy, the next it's frigid and blustery. Perhaps I exaggerate -- but only slightly! Last week it went from 95°w/ at least that humidity to a high of 70°and windy in a matter of two days. It's been so cold I'm sure I saw the Titanic go down in my pool yesterday. And you never know how to dress! Bad enough sweatshirts and T shirts are now sharing a very meager space, but it really sucks when you leave the ranch at 8.00 AM in a sweatshirt and by noon you're the only dufus around not wearing shorts and a tank top. Sigh! I suppose I'll have to retreat to my old habit of carrying a jacket w/ me all the time again. I'll put it way in the back, and no one will even see Lovey clunked up like that. And I still do that thing w/ my hand when people want to cross in front of my vehicle. Old habits die hard, huh? I didn't even know I was doing it until about a year ago.
On my way to Jackson today -- this is a true story -- I saw a buttload of TN State Boys making a felony stop. Traffic was stopped in my lane because they had their weapons pulled, and in the east bound lane it was crawling because everyone was staring! I was pretty near the front plus Lovey sits kinda high in the saddle so I could see well. So the vehicle in question, a hoopty Cadillac w/ very darkly smoked windows was sitting about half on the shoulder, half in the traffic lane and all these coppers had their weapons drawn. Dude wouldn't get out of the hoopty but he had the window down about half way, talking to some of the cops. From what I gathered -- duh -- they wanted him out of the vehicle however, he refused to exit because they had reason to believe there were drugs inside, and he was not giving his permission to search. As you well know, if they suspect drugs are present they don't need permission to search, and they did the next thing as permissible by law: "Get the dog!" Next thing you know, Puppy was all over the hoopty and I sat there thinking, "Either that car is packed w/ drugs or some real premium dog food." Dude still isn't comin' out the car and unfortunately, it appears he's highly allergic to dogs because suddenly it's like a game of Grand Theft Auto gone bad because he's now testing the four wheel drive abilities of that hoopty! He takes off like a shot, and just like in the Blues Brothers allllllllll those coppers take off after him, burning rubber, kicking in turbos, sirens screaming! Man! That was totally exciting! However, I later found out the suspect pulled over less than a mile away and lay down in the middle of the freeway w/ his hands in the air. Sigh. How anticlimactic.
Sad news: Steve Irwin, the man who put the word crikey on many American's lips passed away yesterday. Rest now, Steve. You had a career doing what you loved. See below:
Steve Irwin, popular Australian naturalist, killed by stingray
(CNN) -- Steve Irwin, the Australian naturalist and wildlife crusader who won fame for his popular TV show "The Crocodile Hunter," died Monday after a stingray barb went into his chest, while filming off Australia's northeast coast, authorities said.
Irwin was filming an underwater documentary at Batt Reef in the Great Barrier Reef off Port Douglas in Queensland state, Queensland state police said.
The stingray barb pierced his chest, hospital sources said. News reports say he went into cardiac arrest after he was stung. His body was flown to the city of Cairns.
Irwin, 44, was director of the Australian Zoo in Queensland. He is survived by his American-born wife, Terri, and their two children, Bindi Sue, age 8, and Robert (Bob), age 3.
Terri Irwin was told of her husband's death while on a walking tour in Tasmania, and returned Monday night to the Sunshine Coast with the children.
Can't you just hear him going, "CRIKEY!"
Finally, notice if you will below my profile, and for all you lovers of icky green, a question that's been burning for several months now. Vote now, vote often! I'm positively curious.
Enough, for now~
*Update: Looks like Mr. Blog has his own ideas, the poll posted above my profile. I don't even care. I've "edited" the template more times than I can count. Remember: Vote now, and vote often! (A phrase borrowed from my running for election days in Saint Louis. "Vote often" -- get it?)
I promised to tell you how I, a manic online bookmarker -- not bookMAKER -- save my bookmarks w/out using my browser's bookmark feature. If you use I.E. (*gasp!*) that would be your favorites. But of course you're all using Firefox because once upon a time I used to have a download button on my blog. Anyway, I save everything w/ Furl -- short for "File URLs." Okay? Here's a description from the site:
What is Furl?
Furl is a free service that saves a personal copy of any page you find on the Web, and lets you find it again instantly by searching your archive of pages. It's your Personal Web.
Furl offers the best ways to share the content you find on the Web, and recommends new Web pages that may interest you. You can also search Furl to find the best sites that other people are saving.
Furl is used for many purposes by many types of people. For travel planning. Recipe sharing. House-hunting. Medical research. Thousands of people use Furl every day to save, share and discover information that is important to them.
Instantly. Simply. Guaranteed.
Read more about it here:
LEARN MORE
Okay, I'm not stupid enough to depend solely on Furl either. It has an export feature so you can back it up! Woo-hoo! I found that little gem all by myself. Another thing I love about it is, once you begin saving pages Furl recommends sites to you. But be prepared -- you go to that page, you better pack a lunch cause you're gonna be addicted!
Well! I just got spooked big time! I was really hating Beta Blogger when I looked for this draft ... And couldn't find it! I've only spent countless hours fooling around so much w/ the template I've not had energy to post -- and I still loathe it, you know. I'm giving some very serious thought to changing it back to the boring old thing I used to have just so I won't have to worry about that anymore. Some would call it obsessing about it but of course I'd never do that! So I began this post days ago, got busy, occasionally changing things around so much it made me dizzy, saved it to draft and tonight couldn't find it -- momentarily. Sigh.
So I have some news! I nearly bought a Dyson today, and not just any Dyson: A PINK DYSON! Lookie! Isn't it adorable?
I saw it at Target last week and I wanted it but dang! I just bought a great new bagless vacuum that's an absolute dream perhaps six months ago so I let the "sensible" side of me prevail. But when I saw it on sale for only $399 plus you get a $100 gift card and Target donates $40 to Breast Cancer Research -- well, it was clearly karma! I got my little hooves on the box and almost croaked -- that stupid thing weighs like 35 lbs.! I was like, "Forget that" and I kicked it to the curb! It's not that freakin' adorable and I'm sort of not in the mood for chiropractic care after every time I vacuum. Anyway, I did find other ways to soothe my hurt feelings. You know it was a struggle but I managed. *LOL* Sadly, I forgot all about going to Verizon Wireless so I am still sans Razr -- in pink of course. Just tell me this isn't adorable! 
Uh-huh, you know I'm right! So tomorrow, oh happy day, I'm going back to Jackson to meet a friend, pick up the LitterMaid Mega Elite whatever-it's-called Litter Box for the Furballs that I have on "hold" at Petco and w/ any luck I'll actually remember to go to Verizon as well. Sheesh. Whoa -- would you look at that? It has no antenna! I've been using a friend's Razr occasionally, whenever we're together but I didnt' notice until I looked at the photo. Now where am I going to put my little charm from Hawai'i? Let us ponder on this a spell ... Oh, but his is black. No pink for this guy.So it's That Time of Year again. You know, one day it's hot and steamy, the next it's frigid and blustery. Perhaps I exaggerate -- but only slightly! Last week it went from 95°w/ at least that humidity to a high of 70°and windy in a matter of two days. It's been so cold I'm sure I saw the Titanic go down in my pool yesterday. And you never know how to dress! Bad enough sweatshirts and T shirts are now sharing a very meager space, but it really sucks when you leave the ranch at 8.00 AM in a sweatshirt and by noon you're the only dufus around not wearing shorts and a tank top. Sigh! I suppose I'll have to retreat to my old habit of carrying a jacket w/ me all the time again. I'll put it way in the back, and no one will even see Lovey clunked up like that. And I still do that thing w/ my hand when people want to cross in front of my vehicle. Old habits die hard, huh? I didn't even know I was doing it until about a year ago.
On my way to Jackson today -- this is a true story -- I saw a buttload of TN State Boys making a felony stop. Traffic was stopped in my lane because they had their weapons pulled, and in the east bound lane it was crawling because everyone was staring! I was pretty near the front plus Lovey sits kinda high in the saddle so I could see well. So the vehicle in question, a hoopty Cadillac w/ very darkly smoked windows was sitting about half on the shoulder, half in the traffic lane and all these coppers had their weapons drawn. Dude wouldn't get out of the hoopty but he had the window down about half way, talking to some of the cops. From what I gathered -- duh -- they wanted him out of the vehicle however, he refused to exit because they had reason to believe there were drugs inside, and he was not giving his permission to search. As you well know, if they suspect drugs are present they don't need permission to search, and they did the next thing as permissible by law: "Get the dog!" Next thing you know, Puppy was all over the hoopty and I sat there thinking, "Either that car is packed w/ drugs or some real premium dog food." Dude still isn't comin' out the car and unfortunately, it appears he's highly allergic to dogs because suddenly it's like a game of Grand Theft Auto gone bad because he's now testing the four wheel drive abilities of that hoopty! He takes off like a shot, and just like in the Blues Brothers allllllllll those coppers take off after him, burning rubber, kicking in turbos, sirens screaming! Man! That was totally exciting! However, I later found out the suspect pulled over less than a mile away and lay down in the middle of the freeway w/ his hands in the air. Sigh. How anticlimactic.
Sad news: Steve Irwin, the man who put the word crikey on many American's lips passed away yesterday. Rest now, Steve. You had a career doing what you loved. See below:
Steve Irwin, popular Australian naturalist, killed by stingray
(CNN) -- Steve Irwin, the Australian naturalist and wildlife crusader who won fame for his popular TV show "The Crocodile Hunter," died Monday after a stingray barb went into his chest, while filming off Australia's northeast coast, authorities said.
Irwin was filming an underwater documentary at Batt Reef in the Great Barrier Reef off Port Douglas in Queensland state, Queensland state police said.
The stingray barb pierced his chest, hospital sources said. News reports say he went into cardiac arrest after he was stung. His body was flown to the city of Cairns.
Irwin, 44, was director of the Australian Zoo in Queensland. He is survived by his American-born wife, Terri, and their two children, Bindi Sue, age 8, and Robert (Bob), age 3.
Terri Irwin was told of her husband's death while on a walking tour in Tasmania, and returned Monday night to the Sunshine Coast with the children.
Can't you just hear him going, "CRIKEY!"
Finally, notice if you will below my profile, and for all you lovers of icky green, a question that's been burning for several months now. Vote now, vote often! I'm positively curious.
Enough, for now~
*Update: Looks like Mr. Blog has his own ideas, the poll posted above my profile. I don't even care. I've "edited" the template more times than I can count. Remember: Vote now, and vote often! (A phrase borrowed from my running for election days in Saint Louis. "Vote often" -- get it?)