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Good Monday Evening, Blog Pals:
    Ah, so much to talk about...where oh where to begin.
    We had the big yardsale this weekend to get rid of some of the rest of Jethrene's junk...I mean precious family heirlooms. She called a number of times with lists of items she wanted to retain (for us to box up and send at our expense of course). Then she called a coupla times each day to check on the proceeds from the sale of the rest of the articles.  Jesus H. Christ in a sidecar! Not only did we have to clean, collect, tidy, move, etc all this shit for nothing (because we love her and the babies) but then we had to try and unload it on some other schmucks. And here she is, calling every 6 hours or so wanting to know how much we'd raked in. Where does she get this? Not from me, that's fer sher. Well, we cleared about $60 (minus expenses i.e. Wendys for lunch) We'll be selling the furniture separately. So it was a weekend of having to sit out in the yard, being eaten by insects, and putting up with insufferable rednecks who nine times out of 10 pawed and messed up the items but bought nothing. Some enlightening observations: One scrawny pale kid (a boy of about 16 or so) came by wearing a tee shirt that said "CHICKS LOVE SCRAWNY PALE DUDES". There is a family across the road that consists of the husband, an aging hippy and/or biker type with a beer gut and a mybloggers blondish greyish ponytail, the wife a skanky, skinny younger woman who looks cowled and like she might blow over in a good breeze, their baby, who looks to be about two, and the husband's teen aged(18-19) son from a previous marriage. They were doing yard work whilst our yard sale was in progress. The teen-age son was mowing the lawn in jeans sans a shirt. The kid had a nice bod...in an artistic way, of course(heh heh). I put on my shades and enjoyed the view, harkening back to my own misspent teenage days when a bunch of us horney girls used to oogle Mike Whatabod mowing his lawn. Ah, nostalgia.
    Well, two entertainment giants passed over the weekend. Bernie Mac, an Original King Of Comedy, foul mouthed stand up comedian, and sitcom star died from complications from pnemonia. He was 50. I thought Bernie was hysterically funny and I really enjoyed his sitcom, based on his real life adventures of caring for his drug addicted sister's kids. I wonder why the good ones always go too soon. Also passing this weekend was Isaac Hayes, imposing singer, songwriter, and the voice of "Chef" on South Park. He was 65 and was found keeled over by the tradmill in his home. You say that cat Hayes was a bad mother...(shut yo mouth).
    And in keeping with our reportage on weekly political scandals, former senator, vp candidate, and current scumbag John Edwards has admitted to an extra marital affair with a campaign photographer who pro'ly doesn't know one end of the camera from the other. My God, his wife is dying....of cancer. This has got to be a new high in low. I am so dissapointed. I know all politicians are lying, cheating, amoral assholes but he has got to be the assholiest. This explains why he took himself out of the veepstakes. He was afraid this would come out, the bastid.  If I were Elizabeth Edwards, I would drag him through so many legal ratholes to obtain a divorce that there would be nothing left but some teeth and some hair. Jesus, what a colossal prick.....or not har har.
    Still got a major case of the blues. Part of it is the babies leaving and part of it is the fact that this month is the aniversary of Mr. Bugg's death. The 27th of this month he will have been gone 10 years.  I plan on going to his grave that day. I feel its the right thing to do. And I need to stop talking about this now because I am beginning to tear up.
    Been watching the Olympics. I usually find this boring but the diving and swimming are pretty cool. There is an African American on the swim team and he won a gold in the relays. Also cheering for the 40 year old Ms. Torres. The opening ceremonies were impressive. I kept getting the feeling that all the participants in those stunning visual effects feared they'd be taken out and shot if they missed a cue, though.  Two weeks...sheesh. Then the conventions start. Can't wait for normal tv programing to resume.
 Have a good week everyone.
reguards
yer never a dull moment pal
bugg
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Go Johnathan! As for Edwards...Damn you, John Edwards!
can you believe I have never been to a yard sale??? I am un-american for sure! 
*hugs*..Mr Bugg is looking down from heaven and smiling...
and a (((HUG))) to take with you on the 27th.