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I'm not sure I'll have time to blog again before the move. I'm hoping to get internet again soon, but in the meanwhile there are the archives...and the great bloggers listed on the right!

Because It Has Been a While...

Walmart Sucks!

Tom Cruise is a Hypocrite!

Mr. Cruise has gone on record as criticizing Brooke Shields for using anti-depressants to battle her post-partum issues. He has said she doesn't understand the pills, and so it's irresponsible for her to recommend them.

When did Mr, Cruise have time to attend medical school? And isn't it irresponsible to mouth off about a woman's medical condition without being privy to her medical records? Isn't it a little irresponsible to discourage people from getting help? And when was the last time Mr. Cruise gave birth?

What a putz!

For an interesting overview of Ms. Shield's ordeal read a review of her book at Blogcritics.

(For the life of me, I cannot recall which blog I saw the story on originally!)

Hey, No Fair!

All my comments have disappeared.

Forgive Me For Quoting Billy Ray Cyrus...It Won't Happen Again.

Travelin' Soldier

Two days past eighteen
He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens
Sat down in a booth in a café there
Gave his order to the girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gave him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talkin' to me I'm feelin' a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go

So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I've got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's comin home

So the letters came
From an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love
And all of the things he was so scared of
Said when it's gettin kinda rough over here
I think about that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home.

One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For the list of local Vietnam dead
Cryin' all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and no body really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's comin

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's comin home
Performed By The Dixie Chicks

Some Gave All

I knew a man called him 'Sam the Cane'
Few folks even knew his name
But a hero yes was he
He left a boy, came back a man
Still many just don't understand
About the reasons we are free
I can't forget the look in his eyes
Or the tears he cried
As he said these words to me

Chorus:
All gave some, some gave all
Some stood through for the red, white and blue
And some had to fall
And if you ever think of me
Think of all your liberties and recall
Some gave all

Now 'Sam the Cane' is no longer here
But his words are oh so clear
As they echo throughout our land
For all his friends who gave us all
Who stood the ground and took the fall
To help their fellow man
Love your country, live with pride
And don't forget those who died
America can't you see?

Chorus:
All gave some, some gave all
Some stood through for the red, white and blue
And some had to fall
And if you ever think of me
Think of all your liberties and recall
Some gave all
Lyrics by: Billy Ray Cyrus & Cindy Cyrus

Daisy, Daisy.

"They're so friendly. Don't you think that daisies are the friendliest flower?"
-- Meg Ryan, playing Kathleen Kelly in "You've Got Mail"

My first dog's name was Daisy. In fact it was actually Shasta Daisy. And daisies are my favorites flowers. I imagine that's more than coincidence.

For a while Bath and Body works had a scent called Happy Daisies. I liked it. It went away. I loved my dog, Daisy, and she went away too -- a victim of an accident when she was a little over two. Don't ask me the details 'cause I don't want to type them.

The funny thing was that I used to hold her and cry because I knew I wouldn't have her long. Even as a kid I knew that.

We got her because I felt it was my duty, as a child, to ask for a dog. I fully expected a "no," but instead got a "yes, but I get to pick the breed."

My mother loved her. Bathed her regularly with Breck Shampoo and Tame conditioner. Being that Daisy was a Yorkie this was handled in the kitchen sink.

My mother learned how to make bows or Daisy's hair and bought a grooming table...the kind you usually only see at dog shows.

I really think I associate the end of my childhood with Daisy's death. I didn't know I could feel grief like that. Teachers and the school counselor didn't understand it. My mother -- who didn't understand a lot about me -- understood my pain. She felt it too.

Daisy hated people with accents. No idea what went on in her head. We actually had to close her off in a room when my babysitter came over -- an older woman who could have been sent from Central Casting to play "grandma." Just this sweet lady with a Southern accent. Daisy was not having it.

The classic story was the time an older fat woman and a young boy trespassed in our yard to pick grapeleaves. My grandmother let Daisy out and she proceeded to get fierce! She chased them both down the street-- to the amusement of the neighbors sitting on their front porch.

I loved taking her for walks, but when she was done going for walks she's plant her ass on the ground, leaving no choice but to pick her up and carry her home. That's what happens when a dog wears rhinestone collars and has her hairbows custom made.

With my own money, before we got her, I bought her a wicker basket. She ate it. Nobody told me that puppies chew wicker and I figured if they made dog beds made of wicker...

My first tattoo was of a bouquet of daisies...in colors that, as far as I know, don't actually exist in the daisy universe.

I'd like to have a big garden of daisies some day.