Couldn't help it. :D

No reason No reason

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

What are YOU doing?

We are going to burn some wood on our outdoor "fire-pit."
Grill some veggies and a little meat shish kabob style.
And sample a wide assortment of strange beers I bought at the
liquor store. Including a Monty Python Holy GrAle!
One claims 9.5% alcohol, 65 something. I asked if it was good and
all the clerks would say is people buy one (they're .99 ea) and come
back for cases of it! Good thing they're closed today, I'm not one
for hangovers.

Well, 2006 was interesting, I hope the New Year brings you all your
wishes, dreams and aspirations true!

Merry New Year!
Mitch

Well then

A busy strange week for us.
Working on "adding" to an existing mural of a saloon.
Fun!  Today Carolyn will paint people in the windows and I'll
paint a bunch of lettering on the building advertising the various
meats available.  Its a bbq joint.

Slow for us this time of year, which is a pain financially.
Ah well...good things are a coming soon!
Just have to be patient.  (and frugal!)

Its time to paint again.  I've had some wild dreams lately and
wonder how I can transfer those to canvas.  Might be a bit surreal.
All my dreams of late seem to be like a movie, involving other people,
strangers, and I'm just an observer.  Last night the dream was actually
about the making of a movie!  That's a first to be sure.
Right down to the salary of the star, and the release dates.
Weird......very.

Okay, gotta split, just killing time.

CHEERS!

I'm Alive!

Don't have time to elaborate tho. See ya!

Enjoy a nice fire!

Fireplaces aren't really necessary in Houston, except maybe for the occasional cold spell which might last a few hours. So I've had to improvise. Thought I'd share that with you! Enjoy! Don't forget to get your hot tottie!

The full screen version is here.

Howdy Do!?

Just a had grilled snapper, scallops and shrimp with fried rice and
grilled onions.
One so-so bloody mary, a beer and nachos/salsa and queso. I'm stuffed!
And happy about it!

Okay, time to make one last trip to the store......drug store!

Cheerios!

Hello then!

So. It's time to celebrate the annual holiday known as CHRISTMAS!
Being Jewish, I've never quite related to the family mayhem associated with this
religious holiday......BUT(T) I can certainly understand it....

Just remember one thing, it's not about "showing" off, it's about showing LOVE!
Unconditionally...... We all have things, so gifts I think should be
thoughtful.

The thing that gets me the most is that I love giving, and this is the
ONE time of
year that I have the least amount of cash. Sucks. So to you dear
reader I give you
my love. Yep, LOVE. That dreaded word that so few understand and much less
know how to communicate. The best part about a gift like that is you
can retain it
and still give it away to as many as you please! I want no credit.
Take it, give it,
enjoy it! Cheers, Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah and have a fabulous New Year!

Mitch

"I'm in the Jailhouse now........."

Size Challenged?

Ever since Michael-Ann posted her bit on penis enlargement spam,
I've taken notice of the "enormous" amount of emails that gets through
my spam filters at Gmail.  I like this one.......

Give her the gift that keeps on giving.
With our product you can man up and size up.
Expand your manhood by four inches in six months.

You see that?  4 inches!  Good Gawd are they nuts!?
(no puns here)

After that, I think I'll loan Mrs. Aba Arafi my bank account to help
out her father get his funds out that dreadful foreign bank and take
my million dollar commission, plus my new 4 inches on a road trip!

Ha!

an excerpt from Harold & Maude

Swiped from http://www.geocities.com/RainForest/5862/xhiggins.txt

ONE of my favorite scenes........

Harold knelt in the church and listened to the organ playing softly. He looked
above the altar at the large stained-glass window showing St. Thomas Aquinas
writing in a book with a feather. Thomas Aquinas never got married, thought
Harold, and glanced over at the man in the open coffin. I wonder if he ever
did. I wonder who he was, anyway.

Silver-haired Father Finnegan stepped up to the pulpit and scanned the few
isolated mourners before him. He opened his book and read as he had done
countless times before.

"And so dear brethren let us pray to the Lord, King of Glory, that He may
bless and deliver all souls of the faithful departed from the pains of hell
and the bottomless pit, deliver them from the lion's mouth and the darkness
therein, but rather bring them to the bliss of heaven, the holy light, and
eternal rest."

As Father Finnegan continued his weary prayer, Harold, kneeling near the back
of the church, quietly sat up. He looked over at the portrait of the sorrowing
Madonna.

"Psst!"

Harold listened.

"Psssst!"

Harold turned around. Across the aisle three rows back a white-haired old lady
smiled and gaily waved at him. Harold turned back. That was the woman at the
cemetery, he said to himself, the one eating watermelon. What does she want
with me?

"PSSSST!"

Harold started and turned. The old lady had moved. She now knelt right behind
him. She grinned.

"Like some licorice?" she asked sweetly, offering him a little bag. She spoke
with a slight British-European accent.

"Uh, no. Thank you," whispered Harold and knelt down.

"You're welcome," she whispered back.

Keeping his eyes on the altar, Harold listened intently. After a few minutes
he heard the old lady get up noisily from her pew, genuflect, walk into his
pew, and kneel beside him. She gave him a friendly jab.

"Did you know him?" she asked, gesturing at the deceased.

"Uh, no," whispered Harold, trying to appear involved in the service.

"Neither did I," said the old lady brightly. "I heard he was eighty years old.
I'll be eighty next week. A good time to move on, don't you think?"

"I don't know," said Harold, standing up with the rest of the congregation.
Father Finnegan blessed the coffin and the pallbearers wheeled it out.

"I mean seventy-five is too early," the old lady continued, standing beside
him, "but at eighty-five, well you're just marking time and you may as well
look over the horizon."

The few mourners filed out of the church. Harold felt a tug on his sleeve.

"Look at them," she whispered loudly to him. "I've never understood this mania
for black. I mean no one sends black flowers, do they? Black flowers are dead
flowers, and who would send dead flowers to a funeral?" She laughed. "How
absurd," she said. "It's change. It's all change."

Harold walked out of the pew and the old lady followed.

"What do you think of old fat Tom?" she asked.

"Who?" said Harold.

"St. Thomas Aquinas up there. I saw you looking at him."

"I think he's ... uh ... a great thinker."

"Oh, yes. But a little old-fashioned, don't you think? Like roast swan. Oh,
dear! Look at her."

They stopped before the dour portrait of the Madonna.

"May I borrow this?" she said, taking the felt pen from Harold's coat pocket.
With a few deft strokes she drew a cheery smile on the Virgin's mouth.

Harold looked about the empty church to see if anyone was watching.

"There. That's better," the old lady said. "They never give the poor thing a
chance to laugh. Heaven knows she has a lot to be happy about. In fact," she
added, looking at several statues at the back of the church, "they all have a
lot to be happy about. Excuse me."

Harold made a halfhearted gesture for his pen but to no avail. The old lady
was already in the back of the church, drawing smiles on St. Joseph, St.
Anthony, and St. Theresa.

"An unhappy saint is a contradiction in terms," she explained.

"Uh, yes," said Harold nervously.

"And why do they go on about that?" she asked.

Harold looked over at a crucifix.

"You'd think," she said, walking out the door, "that no one ever read the end
of the story."

Harold followed her out to the street.

"Uh, could I have my pen back now please?" he asked.

"Oh, of course," she said, giving it to him. "What is your name?"

"Harold Chasen."

"How do you do?" She smiled. "I am the Countess Mathilda Chardin, but you may
call me Maude." When she smiled, the lines around her eyes made them seem even
more sparkling and blue.

Harold politely offered his hand. "Nice to meet you," he said.

She shook his hand. "I think we shall be great friends, don't you?" She took a
large ring of keys from her purse and opened the door of the car at the curb.

"Can I drop you anywhere, Harold?" she asked.

"No," answered Harold quickly. "Thank you. I have my car."

"Well, then I must be off. We shall have to meet again."

Inside the church Father Finnegan stood dumbfounded before the beaming
statues.

Maude raced the motor and released the brake.

"Harold," she called, "do you dance?"

"What?"

"Do you sing and dance?"

"Uh, no."

"No." She smiled sadly. "I thought not." She stepped on the gas. With a great
screech of burning rubber, the car flew from the curb, tore down the street,
and spun around a distant corner. One could still hear the gears shifting in
the distance.

Father Finnegan, who was standing at the church door, had also seen it depart.
"That woman--" he said to no one in particular, "she took my car."

There I was....

...strolling into the Shiloh, and I was greeted by an army of school teachers!

All celebrating the Holiday season in style no doubt. First I saw Sherri, and chatted
with her a bit...then Karrie, Kevin, Lisa, BIG Kevin and finally met Teresa (sp).
SHE was a hoot, and when Carolyn finally stopped by she latched onto her like
flies on sugar honey!

So the words tonight are:
GTT: Gone To Texas...and....uh.....that's all we can remember!
Doh!

What a hoot, more later if you are lucky!
:D

Dang it!

My Mac crashed!  I thought they were supposed to be TOUGH!

Whatever....I'll be out for awhile....bye :(

I know.

Our friend Rex would start singing the following song...and not stop till he finished.
Very funny, thought I'd share:

    It sounds funny, I know,
    But it really is so,
    Oh, I'm my own grandpa.

    I'm my own grandpa. 
    I'm my own grandpa.
    It sounds funny, I know,
    But it really is so,
    Oh, I'm my own grandpa.

    Now many, many years ago, when I was twenty-three,
    I was married to a widow who was pretty as could be. 
    This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red.
    My father fell in love with her, and soon they, too, were wed.

    This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life,
    My daughter was my mother, cause she was my father's wife. 
    To complicate the matter, even though it brought me joy,
    I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.

    My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad,
    And so became my uncle, though it made me very sad. 
    For if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother
    Of the widow's grown-up daughter, who, of course, was my stepmother.

    Father's wife then had a son who kept him on the run,
    And he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son. 
    My wife is now my mother's mother, and it makes me blue,
    Because, although she is my wife, she's my grandmother, too.

    Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild,
    And everytime I think of it, it nearly drives me wild, 
    For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw
    As husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa.

    I'm my own grandpa.
    I'm my own grandpa.
    It sounds funny, I know,
    But it really is so, 
    Oh, I'm my own grandpa.

Friends.....

For My Democrat Friends:  

 

Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all. I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2007, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make America great. Not to imply that America is necessarily greater than any other country nor the only America in the Western Hemisphere .  Also, this wish is made without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference of the wishee.   By accepting these greetings, you are accepting the aforementioned terms as stated.  This greeting is not subject to clarification or withdrawal. It is freely transferable with no alteration to the original greeting.  It implies no promise by the wisher to actually implement any of the wishes for herself/himself/others, and is void where prohibited by law and is revocable at the sole discretion of the wisher.  This wish is warranted to perform as expected within the usual application of good tidings for a period of one year or until the issuance of a subsequent holiday greeting, whichever comes first, and warranty is limited to replacement of this wish or issuance of a new wish at the sole discretion of the wish.

 

 For My Republican Friends:  

 

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Okay Then...

Monday is over finally! Woo Hoo!

Are you ready? I know that everyone who glances this blog and live within
driving distance will be at the best outdoor art festival in Houston tomorrow!
I sure will!  John M. and I had a sample of the drinks available at Wind Water
tonight and lets just say.....we were satisfied!  Rum & cokes travel well!

It's been a very surrealistic week around here.  And I'm ready to see all my
artist friends at the market tomorrow.  Sad to say that several dropped out due
to illness at the last minute......but at least they aren't spreading their wealth right?
They'll get better soon!

OY VEY!

Sweet Dreams all!  :D