I wasn’t meaning to not post. Couldn’t login to post. Host tells me it was a plugin, but I have yet to discover which of the little boogers was the culprit.

In other news, the photo I submitted to the guys over at The Lost Ogle is currently winning in the little contest for pictures taken at the State Fair of Oklahoma.

In an effort to reduce the amount of “stuff” in my house, I’m still on the same bag of coffee. It’s good, but I’m eager for the day that I find it empty and have to buy another variety. Hmm…reason to drink more?

A few things for you this morning.

Norman residents:

• The Norman Public Library is looking for donations for their annual book sale. They are accepting good quality used books, audio and video tapes, CDs, DVDs, records, computer programs, and prints. You can drop off your donations at the circulation desk at 225 N. Webster. The sale will be held Oct. 25-27.

Other things:

• Chris at My Vast Right Wing Conspiracy covers the local fair (not my local fair, but one of the many wonderful ones going on this time of the year)
• Cindy over at Maternal Maddness gives us some tips on a few free samples (I love ‘em!)
• Numenorean weaves the wonderful tale of How the Tiny Conservative Elves Bestowed Beautiful Gifts on Her Lawn…or how she got her free Inhofe yard sign. Woohoo! I got mine, too!

So, I wanted a bumper sticker for my car (or wherever I decide to stick the thing), but I thought, “You know, I should make good use of free resources.” Like the hot air blowing from the radical left.

That’s when I saw the lovely giveaway going on over at MoveOn.org! A free Obama/Biden sticker! Brilliant! I’ll request one. Then they’ll send it to me by mail. It will cost them postage! And it will be one less sticker out there supporting them! Win, no matter how you look at it.

I pulled out my Big Box of Craft Supplies, grabbed some googly eyes, glitter, pipe cleaners, and voila! Masterpiece.

(Cross-posted to Kick the Anthill)

This week I am doing something a little different with my Thursday Thirteen. I hope you enjoy a little break from the lists!

A few weeks ago I visited my parents and captured a few shots of my mom’s cat, Katie. I say “Katie” just to give her a name. That’s what someone decided to call her, but it never stuck. Mostly she just gets called “Your Cat” and that’s because people only ever talk to my mom about her. So it’s always “Mom’s Cat.” Poor thing.

Well, I think this one is just begging for a LOLcat caption of some sort. So I am going to let you have it. The first thirteen captions I will post in order here this week, along with a link to your blog. The best (in my opinion) thirteen captions will be posted next week, along with a link to your blog. I’ll let the public vote on the funniest of the thirteen and I will present the winner (if he or she wants) with a prize. What will the prize be? Well, I’m thinking about picking out random items from around my house and mailing them to you. But you have to decide if you want to give your mailing address out to a total stranger so that she can mail you random items from her home. Because it could totally be a ball of fur that I scrape out of my Scoodle’s shedding coat.

1. “I want to be left alone!” - SJ Reidhead
2. “What?????? A camera! I love my picture taken.” - Michelle
3. “I’m too sexy for this camera. Yeah on the catwalk!” - Malcolm
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Oh yes, I did.

My mom called me this afternoon and asked, “What size shirt do you wear?” “Small,” I replied, biting my tongue to keep from saying anything else. You see, Mom and Dad were at the Great State Fair of Oooook-lahoma! and I was a little worried that I was about to end up with a crocheted blouse with a glow-in-the-dark wolf ironed-on to the front. Oh how wrong I was. My mother, she knows me.

And she sure enough raised me Right.

(Cross-posted to Kick the Anthill)

While they may not have been committed to it, my parents did acquiesce to my desires to step outside of our small town and experience the culture that the nearest metro areas had to offer. This “culture” was made up primarily of national tours of Broadway musicals, so my early life was informed by a slightly different worldview than the one I hold as a mature, well-grounded adult (I still believe people should live their lives like a musical–interpret that however you please). I saw my share of stage productions; musicals, the occasional play, and of course an opera or two. Oh yes, I loved the opera from a young age. Had no idea what was going on, but I remember sitting in the dark back bedroom of my great-grandmother’s house, watching Così fan tutte on PBS and trying to keep up with the subtitles.

But this, this they never exposed me to. I’m not even sure that it was around when I was a child, but I’m warning you–if you think that rap or rock music is poisoning the minds of today’s youth, think again. This is the evil that we are fighting, the enemy at the gate. I present to you…Russian rap/opera.

A quick overview for people who would like to know what they are getting themselves into: a pirate ship, a blond, male opera singer (Nicholai Baskov), a few scantily-clad women, swords, and a Russian rapper dressed as satan with an army of red-robed men marching past him. Oh my.

I posted a photo a while back but this one is closer and a little better. And to celebrate getting the ring back from the shop after a little work (8 weeks worth!), well, here you go!

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I was pretty young when 9/11 happened. Sixteen, almost seventeen. Things that seem so commonplace now were absolutely foreign to me back then. I kept a Livejournal back then and this morning I looked up my reaction to that day.

this is so…strange. and scary. I’ve never seen anything like this before. I’m supposed to be some protected, American youth. and now this. it’s like something out of a movie. just real, and worse. dad is gone to colorado. I wish he was home. it wouldn’t surprise me if his trip is cut short.

gasoline is $3.00 here in Elmore City and $4.00 in Oklahoma City. people were lined up around the block in town.

our leaders may not be the best in the world, and some people may not like them, but is that any reason to kill so many innocent people? mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, grandparents. there are people that don’t have those anymore. and even children. it makes me sick.

I was in my voice class at school and we were listening to the radio. My teacher screamed at some boys in the corner who were being extremely irreverent, saying that things have changed forever.

Never could have imagined.

I discovered these little gems while searching for a particular video on YouTube and it led to a good half hour of fun for me.

All I can really think about while I watch these is that somewhere in the right or left flank section there is a man dreaming of the day when he can dance with the middle group. And something about that seems like it would make a good plot for a Will Ferrell movie. Now, I refuse to watch any movies he’s in on principle, but maybe I could bring myself to write one.

Oh hey, Kevin, this one is totally on the reception playlist:

CO-ED!