Does this broad ever shut up? HECK NO!

Elephant Eats Scores of Cookies, Gets Sick
(How much is in a "score", anyway?)

Mr. Switzerland to entice women during World Cup
(Does that mean he's neutral, or he's made of chocolate?)

















Acting Speaker to Convene Iraq Parliament
(is it just me, or do others have a vision of Jon Lovitz as "Master Thespian" when this headline is read? ACTING! GENIUS! THANK YOU!)







I regret to inform you that today’s entry will not be as philosophical as yesterday’s. We will return to our regularly scheduled banality.

First, a few unanswered questions of the universe, courtesy of Courtney K.:

1. If Tarzan spent all his life in the jungle, why is he clean shaven?

2. Why are there always mattress sales? Does anyone know what the regular retail price of a mattress is?








3. Why does glue stick to what you put it on, but not to the inside of the container (bottle or tube)?







(She is my pride and joy, along with her two siblings, thank you very much.)

I love the conversations I have with Courtney (my niece, in case you’re a new reader). She’s in 8th grade, and she really tries hard to be a good kid. Of course, she hates math, but she loves music and reading. She started voice lessons yesterday, and she said she was shy about singing in front of her teacher. I told her that it would be OK after she got used to it.

She also asked me if I ever got sick of singing. That’s a toughie. I know after one of my cousins died while I was in college, and times before that, I felt like that’s all people liked about me. I didn’t want to give my gift because people didn’t care about the rest of me. I still feel that way sometimes, and (unfortunately) sometimes my instincts are correct. I’m slowly (sometimes VERY slowly) figuring out that I have to show people what I have to offer besides my voice. It’s frustrating, but as my dear mother says, “You can’t make other people do what you want.”

(Actually, yes you can, but it’s called “brainwashing” and I think in some cases it’s illegal. Especially if it involves spiked Kool-aid, mass suicides, etc.)

But that’s the way it is.

So only a couple more things I wanna comment on today. One is, of course…
THE GIANT VORPAL DEATH BUNNY THAT IS RUNNING RAMPANT IN ENGLAND!!!!!!

The picture I have provided is not of our “giant British vorpal death bunny” in particular, but another rabbit that was bred to be this big by some guy in Germany.

I think, if you look at the picture closely, that it is indeed real. But it must be stoned out of its gourd. Why? I don’t know a whole lot about rabbits, but I can’t help but think it would be squirming and wiggling around. It's just hanging there like a bathroom rug with mildew on it, you know? Too strange even for me.


The second one is sad…June Pointer of The Pointer Sisters passed away at age 52. Suddenly, that age doesn’t seem so far away anymore…not when you’re 37. Too bad I had to wait until 37 to figure that out. But the Pointer Sisters were an AWESOME GROUP! They performed at the Grand Ole Opry in the ‘70’s (very rare for black women to do), won several Grammy awards over the years, and just knew how to sing and have a good time. Unfortunately, June struggled with drug problems and legal issues, but her sisters always loved her, and according to her obit, were with her when she passed.

If you believe in Heaven (and I do), I think at this point God’s going to have one heck of a choir. However, if Dad tries to join, I hope he can actually sing up there. Otherwise, he’ll have to stand in back and mouth the words, just like his earthly sentence.

Take ‘er easy, y’all!

Sudiegirl