Much love for ya people!!!!!!Much love indeed!

I know why Johnnie punched Frankie in the back of the head… I feel like doing it myself! I know he just had brain surgery ….but to tell the truth that was 6 weeks ago and I’m sure one more slap in the back of the head wouldn’t hurt him much…. What am I saying!?…. That would be too mean even for me. I’m sick of his feeling sorry for his self LOOK… You know, the long face and sad puppy dog eyes…. And he whines! A grown man whining! I never seen such… Of course the husband is a mean bastard but he’s NO whiner.

So I watched another great movie… Lady killer with James Cagney. The car chase was just wonderful…And I type that with a smile. …. I saw it this morning but the one I saw last night was pretty good… It was really the actress that played in it that made the movie good….Betty Hutton. It was called The Stork Club… She was a hat check girl there that saved a millionaire from drowning ,who she thought was a bum… You just have to see it to enjoy it yourself…

I sure had plenty to say tonight but Johnnie’s Frankie has weighed heavy on my last nerve… OH THE *&$*^%# TENSION!

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18 September 1965
Your date of conception was on or about 26 December 1964 which was a Saturday.

You were born on a Saturday
under the astrological sign Virgo.
Your Life path number is 3.

Life Path Compatibility:
You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 3, 6 & 9.
You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 2, 5 & 11.
You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 4, 7, 8 & 22.

The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2439021.5.
The golden number for 1965 is 9.
The epact number for 1965 is 27.
The year 1965 was not a leap year.

Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/2/1965 and ending 1/20/1966.
You were born in the Chinese year of the Snake.

Your Native American Zodiac sign is Bear; your plant is Violets.

You were born in the Egyptian month of Hathys, the third month of the season of Poret (Emergence - Fertile soil).

Your date of birth on the Hebrew calendar is 21 Elul 5725.

The Mayan Calendar long count date of your birthday is 12.17.12.0.17 which is
12 baktun 17 katun 12 tun 0 uinal 17 kin

The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 18 April 1965.
The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 25 April 1965.
The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was Wednesday 3 March 1965.
The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was Sunday 6 June 1965.
The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was Sunday 13 June 1965.
The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was Monday, 27 September 1965.
The date of Passover in the year of your birth was Saturday, 17 April 1965.
The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was Tuesday 2 March 1965.

As of 10/16/2006 2:00:33 PM EDT
You are 41 years old.
You are 493 months old.
You are 2,144 weeks old.
You are 15,003 days old.
You are 360,086 hours old.
You are 21,605,160 minutes old.
You are 1,296,309,633 seconds old.

Celebrities who share your birthday:
Lance Armstrong (1971) Jada Pinkett Smith (1971) James Gandolfini (1961)
Frankie Avalon (1939) Robert Blake (1933) June Foray (1920)
Jack Warden (1920) Greta Garbo (1905) Eddie 'Rochester' Anderson (1905)

Top songs of 1965
Satisfaction by Rolling Stones Yesterday by Beatles
Turn! Turn! Turn! by Byrds Mrs. Brown You've Got a Lovely Daughter by Herman's Hermits
I Got You Babe by Sonny & Cher Help! by Beatles
I Can't Help Myself by Four Tops You've Lost The Lovin' Feelin' by Righteous Brothers
Downtown by Petula Clark This Diamond Ring by Gary Lewis & the Playboys

Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 5.8720156555773 years old. (You're still chasing cats!)

There are 337 days till your next birthday
on which your cake will have 42 candles.

Those 42 candles produce 42 BTUs,
or 10,584 calories of heat (that's only 10.5840 food Calories!) .
You can boil 4.80 US ounces of water with that many candles.

In 1965 there were approximately 3.7 million births in the US.
In 1965 the US population was approximately 179,323,175 people, 50.6 persons per square mile.
In 1965 in the US there were approximately 1,800,000 marriages (9.3%) and 479,000 divorces (2.5%)
In 1965 in the US there were approximately 1,712,000 deaths (9.5 per 1000)
In the US a new person is born approximately every 8 seconds.
In the US one person dies approximately every 12 seconds.

In 1965 the population of Australia was approximately 11,505,408.
In 1965 there were approximately 222,854 births in Australia.
In 1965 in Australia there were approximately 93,546 marriages and 8,491 divorces.
In 1965 in Australia there were approximately 99,715 deaths.

Your birthstone is Sapphire

The Mystical properties of Sapphire

Though not meant to replace traditional medical treatment, Sapphire is used for clear thinking.
Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)

Agate, Moonstone, Lapis Lazuli

Your birth tree is

Lime Tree, the Doubt
Accepts what life dishes out in a composed way, hates fighting, stress and labour, tends to laziness and idleness, soft and relenting, makes sacrifices for friends, many talents but not tenacious enough to make them blossom, often wailing and complaining, very jealous, loyal.

There are 70 days till Christmas 2006!
There are 83 days till Orthodox Christmas!

The moon's phase on the day you were
born was in its last quarter.


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I saw a good movie last night…. It was called “Angels with dirty faces”… It had Humphrey Bogart and James Cagny in it. Bogart played Frazier the Lawyer….and Cagny played the bad guy Rocky. I know this is bad to say but I love how Cagny had NO problem slapping some ones face. I think that might come from watching the three stooges while growing up. I did notice a couple of young fellows that were really bowery boys… Or maybe BEFORE they were bowery boys… Leo, and forgive me if I spell this wrong, Gorsky and his little group of Pals were funny as Abbott and Costello. Much different humor though.

Now I think I should have an UPDATE on Frankie and Johnnie… Last night after I posted my post the husband and Frankie decided they would eat something… After a day of drinking on an empty stomach the husband seemed to fair a whole hell of a lot better than Frankie seemed to be… He sat there on the sofa muttering … “My wife left me…..” at which time the husband would reply… “Well, Frankie…you TOLD her to leave.”….. And on an on. It was sickening really… Listening to the husband give marital advice…. It was like watching a Monkey show a dog how to peel a banana … Then the husband fixed his buddy a plate of food and then went to the shower… Frankie sat there with his plate in his lap cutting his steak slowly… My dogs in a circle around him waiting for him to drop something… We don’t eat in the living room so we have no TV tray’s… I tried not to pay him any mind but his muttering was driving me crazy so I turned the TV up… After about 10 minuets the muttering seemed to fade off in the distance and I watched the movie I was telling you about…. Then the husband was standing beside me asking me how come I hadn’t called him when his friend fell asleep…. I looked over and he was sitting up, looking down… I wondered if he was even alive for a second… his fork was still in his hand and a quarter slice of bread in the other… My dogs still sat in front of him as if he were just taking a small break. I looked at the husband and said … “Now isn’t that something? How pathetic.” Even more pathetic was watching the husband try to help his friend onto the big couch when his friend wouldn’t wake up and, when he did, he had asked to please be left alone…I shook my head and told the husband to pay close attention as I got up… I told him … “Sure I’ll help you… I have plenty of experience in situations just like this with you…. Grab his other arm…” and as we did so I yelled at Frankie… Get up! Get up now and move over to the &^%#@* couch!" ….Of course he did. The husband was a bit shocked that it had worked and I was really loving the fact that I could show him exactly what he does to me when he’s this drunk. It sickened him. Just like it does me….. I woke up and he was sitting up on the couch watching TV…They ate and then the husband took him home. When the husband returned he had a few things to tell me so I will repeat them as best I can…. First let me say that Frankie has just had brain surgery and they removed something from his head that was there since birth… He says he had always felt like things weren’t right and now that things ARE he is having a hard time getting use to it… A hard time sleeping… A hard time with every thing! Sooooo, the Doc gave him some kind of medicine to help him that he abuses… He purposely becomes retarded every morning…. in return this interferes with him working off shore… So their house and car payment isn’t being made…He SAYS when he was off shore she had lesbians at their home and drug dealers…I guess there’s always three sides to every story huh? His…Hers….and the truth.

Now when the husband and Frankie got over to his house Johnnie was packing… She threaded calling the Law 3 times and the husband said it was just because she was sick of looking at him… Not because he had made any move to strike her…I was told she threw a tiny bag of clothes in Frankie’s lap and told him to leave but he still sat in his recliner… I could just see the husband in my minds eye trying to coax his friend into leaving before the Law was called…Standing near the door waiting to make a mad dash to his truck. And finely he did. Leaving Frankie to sort it out with his wife… When he got back he said he sure felt sorry for Frankie… He said if Johnnie was the only family Frankie had he sure was FUCKED.

I really enjoyed reading about what everyone was doing last night… Living vicariously is fun….So what’s on for Sunday Night?……

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Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit, and that you don't "HAVE" them, you "PITCH" them.
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Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip greens, peas, beans, etc., make up "a mess."
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Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of "yonder."
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Only a Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is -- as in: "Going to town, be back directly."
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Even Southern babies know that "Gimme some sugar" is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.
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All Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.
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They also know that "just down the road" can be 1 mile or 20.
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Only a Southerner, both knows and understands, the difference between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and po' white trash.
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No true Southerner would ever assume that the car with the flashing turn signal is actually going to make a turn.
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A Southerner knows that "fixin" can be used as a noun, a verb, or an adverb.
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Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines. We don't do "queues," we do "lines"; and when we're "in line," we talk to everybody!
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Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they're related, even if only by marriage.
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Southerners never refer to one person as "ya'll."
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Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.
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Every Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; and that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food.
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When you hear someone say, "Well, I caught myself lookin'," you know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!
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Only true Southerners say "sweet tea" and "sweet milk." Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it -- we do not like our tea unsweetened. "Sweet milk" means you don't want buttermilk.
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And a true Southerner knows you don't scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say, "Bless her heart" and go your own way.
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To those of you who're still a little embarrassed by your Southerness: Take two tent revivals and a dose of sausage gravy and call me in the morning. Bless your heart!
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And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff, bless your hearts, I hear they are fixin' to have classes on Southernness as a second language!
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And for those that are not from the South but have lived here for a long time, ya'll need a sign to hang on ya'lls front porch that reads "I aint from the South but I got here as fast as I could."

I feel…so sad… I could choke on it. I won’t get into why…. No need to bring you down too…

I watched a few movies over the past evenings… instead of writing posts….. So this brings me to why... The husband was driving by the grave yard in town and saw a friend he hasn’t seen in a few years… I didn’t quite remember WHY he and his wife stopped coming around but it didn’t take long for me to recall… First let me say the husband invited them out to eat in there town, which is twenty miles away and we met them OVER THERE… Afterwards the husband invited them back to our house because it was still early… And then they spent the night! I shit you not. Who does such a thing?!… I turned down the guest room for them and as I was doing it is when my recollection happened. They use to come over on Friday evening with there kids and grand kids and spend the WHOLE weekend! Sort of like a little “get away” from their own house, I guess it was the house because they ALWAYS brought ALL those children! I would have to host them and there children would TEAR UP MY HOUSE! And that’s what happened last night…. I had spent all day polishing the floors because another realtor was bringing “potential” owners to buy our house and as soon as she pulled away THEY pulled up. This time they only brought one grand kid with them…. But she was SO bad I made my little Bunny go to bed early so she wouldn’t witness any more of the awful way that little monster was acting. During one of the tantrums I looked over at Bunny and she had a sour look on her face… One of her little eyes was squinted and her nose was wrinkled up… She too thought it was appalling… I looked away before I laughed… The worst part is that little girl, who was almost three, CRAPPED in her pants! Of course her grand mother took care of it but not before she ran through my house leaving crap foot prints all over my floor…I was ….mortified!… My mouth dropped open as she ran past me and flung open my glass screen door until it made a horrible pop… (Her grand mother had gone to her car to retrieve more clothes and that kid GOT OFF THE TOILET!)… As I look at ‘that” kid and my own grand daughter I’m thankful and happy that I got the one I have. She hugs me at least 20 times a day and tells me she loves me…Some times she doesn’t wait for me to say anything she just hugs me and says… “ I love you too.” Anyway…. Back to “those people”…. They spent the night again last night.. I will call them …. Frankie and Johnnie… Well today Johnnie left Frankie… Yup… She left him HERE, so that she could go and move her things… I swear I thought she was joking when she said it… “ Maybe I’ll just leave him here while I run back home and get a few things…”…..ha ha ha ha…. I had even laughed along with her….. Now who’s laughing!?… It sure as hell aint me…..I have my own stupid idiot… I don’t need HERS too! As I write this he and the husband are sitting on the couch playing their guitar’s and he’s singing the "love" songs he wrote for her…. “ Now I think you aught to save that for Johnnie when she comes back to you..” I said to him just now…. (I feel the husband’s eyes on my back. Boring a hole.)…. OH THE TENSION! ( emoticon touching between the shoulder blades)

So…. I hardly ever post on a Saturday Night…. It isn’t because I have anything better to do…I just don’t want the world to know I sit at home alone, the husband is sleeping, and watch the late night movie. How FREAKING LAME! I always wonder how the rest of the stream spends there weekend nights…. So tell me! PLEASE cheer me up...