flightless hag

A chronicle of the adventures of birdwoman: a lonely, talentless freak who wanders the internet in search of entertainment.

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I'm a 40-something married white female, survivor of weight watchers, avid reader of pulp. Dogs (not cats), extreme right (handed, not politics), ENTJ, alto, wanna-be knitter.

February 17, 2010

They followed through...

Haloscan took away the free candy. Unfortunately, I can't figure out how to get blogger comments back and haloscan turned off earlier today. So. No comments on this blog. I guess this is 9 toes on the grave and one on a bananapeel for flightless hag!

In the mean time, I have recently seen a few feminist posts - well, not really feminist, but you'll understand if you take the time to read them. I hope that all 3 of you do...

First, a look at women's rights in the lands of Islam. It's a bit sad to me... and then, a look at how women's rights have fared here in the land of the free. I especially hope you follow Ms. Althouse's second link. It's yet another reason I HATE that movie...

Later, gators...


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February 14, 2010

He Loved the Ladies...

So Mom has been telling tales about her in-laws lately. Did you know that my grandparents wouldn't drive? My grandfather had been a trolley driver in Pittsburgh in the early part of the century - wow, 100 years ago or so - and he killed a little boy who jumped in front of his trolley. Or so goes the tale. So, though cars came and most got them, he didn't.

My grandmother eventually learned to drive - though never well - and she would drive all over. She was grandma "go-go" while my other grandma, who got struck by lightning twice, was grandma "rock-rock."

Back to Grandpa. He died when I was young - 7 I think. I don't remember him well, for he was old as the hills when I was a kid. He was born in 1889 and he died in the 70's. I remember him sitting on the couch, and Grandma imploring him to "eat his banana." But he was an interesting guy. He loved to tease my Grandma, who wouldn't say shit if her mouth was full of it, according to my mom. When my grandpa went to the doctor's office for a checkup, late in life, he came back and was telling my parents and Grandma about it. Apparently, when the doctor was complimenting his health, Grandpa asked if he could still be with his wife. The doctor said, if you do, do once for me! Of course, Grandpa said this in front of the whole family. Poor Grandma.

He used to sing a song, "I love the ladies," and, in his youth, he probably did. He didn't get married until he was in his 30's, and he was 13 years older than my grandma. But he loved my grandma, and what's more, he respected her. That much, I do remember. He was a good guy.

And he loved the ladies.

Now, anyone know that song? I think it's the one by Irving Kaufman, but I can't do real audio on this mac, so I can't play it for mom to confirm...


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February 10, 2010

Gourmet Canines?

So, I was up early watching teevee - the shows I like tend to be kid unfriendly, and I can't watch when they're awake. So, watching Medium, there's a commercial for dog food.

This guy is like, "Here, Ramses, come pick which food you want! Choices! Choices!"

The camera pans to choices and choices of gourmet dogfoods.

My dogs will eat turds if you let them. My dogs will eat dirty socks if you let them. Somehow, I don't think gourmet is something they need.

I don't think my dogs are that much different than the rest of the worlds dogs.

What the dump makes people think their dogs need gourmet food? I just don't get it.



February 07, 2010

Can you remember this rhyme...

"The Rhine and the Rhone rise in the Alps. The Rhine flows north and the Rhone flows south." Is there any more to it? The Mother wants to know.