Sunday, March 17, 2013 at 1:35PM ...I already live there. This is what I watch every morning as I sip my coffee. This morning was no exception except that I remembered the camera. We've counted as many as twenty Finches at a time feeding. We spend about fifteen dollars a week on seed. Well worth every penny.
Friday, March 15, 2013 at 4:48PM We received this from the Mini dealer yesterday.
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Just wanted to let you know that the car has finished production and is waiting to get onto a ship. I would guess we will have the car this time next month.
I will give you another update in about two weeks.
Take care.
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This should be the last of the Mini drrivel for a while. Now that I know the car is built, I've been mini-izing us. First, since here in Florida the state does not require front license plates on cars, I ordered this for the front of our Mini Cooper S:
Next, I wanted John to to spiffy up his convertible driving attire. I bought him a driving cap and new Sunglasses. I told him he looked so cool, just like Samuel L. Jackson and I hugged him because he looked not only cool but sexy, just like SLJ. John said, "Who the hell is Samuel L. Jackson?" Now take my word for this...no matter what you may think. We, "We" being Americans, are NOT like the English. We don't even share a language, much less cultural icons, ok? Get that straight. We vacuum, they hoover. We eat fries, they eat chips. We don't mind the gap. We don't even know what the gap is. And if you, as an American say "Crikey Bill', you just sound affectatious and downright silly and the Brits will take the mickey on you behind your back. Keep all that in mind.
So , take a gander at these side by side photos and tell me what you think...
Don't you think that except for the fact that John's a white guy and has blonde hair and blue eyes and is older and Samuel L is a Black guy with a goatee and probably a bigger winkie for sure (my fantasy, you don't have to share it if you are disinclined, that's ok) and younger, don't they both look cool and sexy and if you squint your eyes into little slits, don't they look alike? Yep, I knew you'd agree with me...
Tuesday, March 12, 2013 at 9:59AM 
Published: March 12, 2013
— skennedy@bradenton.com
MANATEE -- A group of activists are squawking for legalization of dooryard chickens.
Members of the Manatee chapter of Citizens Lobbying for Urban Chicken Keeping, also known as CLUCK, plan to appear during a workshop session March 19 to urge adoption of an ordinance allowing people to raise hens in yards in residential neighborhoods, members said Monday.
"The staff never did what they were directed to do, which was to hold meetings and write a white paper for the commission, so we're still waiting for that to happen," explained CLUCK co-
founder Rob Kluson.
"We were told to cooperate, and we are, but they've never really done their part for us to work with them in negotiating conditions to allow backyard chickens and that stuff."
"We're ready to go, our membership is ready to start having chickens," he said.
Under the current Land Development Code, chickens are illegal in residentially-zoned neighborhoods, a county planning official has told The Herald.
But next week, commissioners are slated to review the code as part of a larger update, and CLUCK members would like to see included new rules allowing chickens, they said. Kluson said the pro-chicken faction has slated a strategy meeting for 6 p.m. tonight at the Palmetto Branch Library, 923 6th St. W., Palmetto, Kluson said.
The Holmes Beach City Commission is slated to consider an ordinance tonight that would address the same issue, city officials said Monday.
Sunday, March 10, 2013 at 8:06PM Last Saturday we drove to Orlando to spend the weekend with all of our grandchildren. My daughter's boys slept over at my son's house all weekend and we had a great time. We drove home Sunday evening. I awoke at 3 AM feeling as if I had swallowed razor blades. Then came the chills with chattering teeth Monday. I changed into my fleece sock monkey pajamas and the diabetic thick socks I purloined from my father's laundry. I stayed in bed covered with my down filled duvet, the down filled duvet from the king bed spare room, a down blanket, a fleece robe and the dogs' fleece blankie. I now had a headache that felt like a vise around my temples. I was sneezing a lot. I took two Nyquil capsules and passed out. This was about 10AM. I awoke in the dark feeling as if I were on fire and someone had thrown water all over me. My clothes were wet and three dogs were laying on me, one on my chest, two on my legs and they were all panting at me. I tried to sit up and could not. I began cursing and screaming and thrashing my legs trying to dislodge the dogs who just dug in deeper like three fur ball rock climbers clinging to the face of Mount Blanc. I was burning up! Finally little Poncho lost his grip, I kicked one leg out of the covers and dislodged the other two and started trying to rid myself of all the layers of covers weighing me down. I started stripping. My skin was cold and clammy. My stomach began heaving and I spotted the big white plastic vomit bowl on the night table . Wearing nothing at this point but my father's socks I began retching. This went on for a while. John showed up saying he heard me and informed me it was 5AM the following day. He helped me shower, don new pajamas, srtip the sweaty sheets and put on fresh ones and try to feed me some oatmeal. I could not swallow and just spewed the oatmeal all over the table. I made John get rid of all the extra covers I was so damn hot. I took more Nyquil as well as Delsym for the cough. No food or drink = no vomit. The same cannot be said for the new symptom to appear diarrheah.
I stayed firmly in bed except for another shower on Weds. and one on Friday. By Saturday morning I had lost 7 lbs. as all I ever could sip down was water. I did not eat until yesterday (Saturday) at two o'clock when I demanded that John go to Applebee's and bring back a Bourbon Black and Bleu Burger with a side of onion rings. I ate half the burger and half the rings. I accomplished this by taking teeny bites,chewing very thoroughly and washing it down with warm sweet tea. It was manna from heaven even if John did declare me crazy. I was feeling a lot better. I double dosed on Delsym, took 3 Nyquil capsules and went back to bed at 5PM to watch television. The next thing I knew it was 7:30 this morning, the sun was shining, the birds were singing and I felt terrific. I was cured! I found the dogs in bed with John, plastered all over him. I joyously shook him to tell him that his very own personal Lazarus (Moi) had arisen and I was well and whole again. He snarled and said, "Go away! I'm sick. I started coughing, sore throat, headache. It's your fault." I offered him my left over burger and onion rings which he rudely refused. I made him tea instead. He never drank it. He's been in bed all day. He's even missing watching Tiger winning at Sawgrass.
Now that I'm pretty sure I'm going to live, I want to grow up to be this woman. Make sure you watch until the very end.
Saturday, February 23, 2013 at 7:40PM ...Maybe I should get a couple of Border Collies and some Capuchins...