WATER...... It has been scientifically proven that if we drank 1
liter of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli bacteria found in feces, in other words, we are consuming 2 lbs. of POOP each year!

However, we don't run that risk when drinking wine, rum, whiskey,
vodka, beer or other liquors, because alcohol has to go through a
distillation process of boiling, filtering and fermenting.

WATER = POOP
BOOZE = HEALTH

Free yourself of POOP, drink BOOZE!!!

It's better to drink booze and feel like shit than drink water and be full of shit.

There's no need to thank me for this valuable information, I'm doing it as a public service.

You Passed 8th Grade Science

Congratulations, you got 8/8 correct!

Holy shit. And to think I was so smoked out I couldn't even find my classrooms when I was in 8th grade.

I headed back to the bat property in Indiana last week.

Flew out on Sunday – for some reason flying on September 11 was not sitting well with me. Normally these things don’t bother me. Heck, in 2001 we took advantage of the low fares and a bunch of us flew from Buffalo to Colorado just 2 weeks post 9/11. This time was different. Besides, flying out of the world’s busiest airport on a Monday morning is hell enough, but with stepped up security I imagined a world beyond hell

Momma Tam flew on Monday and connected through Atlanta. We would have been on the same flight. All 4 of the passengers on the plane to Indiana sat in business class (not that I care about business class, I can fit 2 of me in the normal seats), but point being……there were 4 people on the plane. Hartsfield airport was empty.

And the rest of the world apparently shares my pretzel logic and flew on Sunday afternoon. Lines were long and the airport was packed.

I don’t sleep well when I travel. Not that I toss and turn, I just don’t seem to get tired. I glued myself to the History channel for hours learning about plumbing, rogue waves and what would happen to Seattle when Rainier decides to erupt. So Tuesday I find myself just starting to doze off at 2:30 am when I hear banging on the doors in the hallway – something about “FIRE. WAKE UP. FIRE”. I lay there for a minute figuring this little gnat that won’t let me go to sleep will quickly go away. No luck. The screaming and pounding just gets more frantic

Working as a property manager for so many years, I can quickly fire the brain up and while frantically pulling on clothes, put a comprehensive plan in place to deal with just about any emergency before I get out the door.

I do just that. My plan – grab my computer and purse cuz by god I am flying home on Friday and I NEED my ID! Yes, I was willing to be burned alive but not without my ID

I head out of the building in the direction I always go but get stopped dead in my tracks by a wall of flames and smoke…..right outside my door.

I take the back door and head to the maintenance supervisor’s apartment. 1- I need to drop off this briefcase hanging from my shoulder 2- he lives in the building 3- I may be working here but I ain’t the manager and someone else is coming out to help me deal with this.

It has been raining – the way it always goes when an apartment complex catches fire and I realize as mud goos between my toes that my well thought out plan did NOT include shoes.

I pass the assistant manager’s apartment to find a maintenance guy on her porch….at 2:30 am and they are both in their PJ’s. Great! I guess their playful flirting has gone the road they both have denied


It all works out just fine by 5am and we are allowed back in the building. The 12 year old boy that found the cleaning rags that combusted in his apartment woke his mom, helped drag the fire outside and began the process of emptying the building of people. The firemen are presenting him with a plaque of heroism next week at school…..and he has no idea. Ahhhhh. This still tears at my tear ducts.

Wednesday night I am enjoying some yummy bread pudding at dinner with Momma Tam and the property staff. Back on the property about this time, 3 teenage boys are breaking into an apartment.

There are 2 witnesses that come forward on Thursday and we head down to the little criminal’s apartment with an eviction notice, of course not without police escort.

Then we head to the apartment across the hall to serve another eviction notice to the couple harboring a guy that stabbed someone 16 times in his car. The police found the car in the apartment parking lot - the inside covered with spattered blood.

8:30 pm Thursday. My phone rings with the property manager on the other end. The little criminals decide to retaliate. They kick in the door to the (15-year old) witness and beat the crap out of the family in the apartment. 2 people go to the hospital and the police make no arrest due to “conflicting statements” of who did what.

1:30 am. I am in the office faxing credit card info to the hotel so the uninjured family members can stay somewhere off property. Police enter to tell me other residents have retaliated against the criminals, the criminals have been mob style beaten in the hallway of another building.

Friday morning I decide that my scheduled 7:50 pm flight is not going to work. I have had enough of this shit. I change my flight and request any seat - just as close to the front as possible.

As I settle into isle my seat at 3pm, I tighten my seat belt a little more than usual. I figure the way the week has gone, it will be a stroke of luck if this airplane doesn’t crash.

The plane begins hauling ass down the runway and I think about a book I recently read. An airplane crash investigator stated there is no safer location than another (in the event of a crash) but if you really have concerns of possible survival, he says - choose the window seat. In the event of a minor crash that would rattle the plane a bit, the isle people are likely to be pelted to death by falling items from the overhead bins.

Jumping on and off airplanes for 4 months then gearing down to being in Atlanta every day has thrown me into a bit of a funk.

Losing some motivation and getting a little too comfortable lately.

Time to take a break from comfortably sitting in front of my computer. The yard and plants need some love (and serious clipping), a couple of rooms around the house could use some fresh paint, the dogs need a bath and my traveling will start again next week.

The next month is booked. Indianapolis, Baton Rouge, Buffalo and I have been promising a trip to Colorado.

Then the training is scheduled again. Traveling to client locations across the country (destinations unknown) will fill the rest of the year.

Then there is the decision about the vacation so long overdue. Costa Rica? Puerto Rico? Venezuela? Or do we just find a nice spot here in the good 'ole (continental) US of A that we haven't seen yet?

And our gentrifying neighborhood is just about gentrified so there seems less and less to blog about. The sounds of sirens are infrequent and police helicopters are rare.

Red and Nettie are long gone and the new (investment) owner is almost done with renovations. Soon it will be ready for the “for sale” sign that is sure to bring in more "hip" urbanites. The days of BBQ chicken on the charcoal grill out front are long gone. The up side is since their departure no items on our porch have come up MIA. Whenever Red got out of jail I knew it - long before I ever saw her.

Crazy Ray seems to keep to his corner. We did get to encounter a drunken Crazy Ray moment when walking the dogs this weekend, but it was short and mild.

The two ladies that moved in down the street came by to bring us our mail on Saturday…..and introduce themselves.

Whistlin’ dude (he would sit in his driveway on the weekends and blast his car radio and whistle to every tune for hours on end) has moved on and the statistical blonde hair, blue eyed, 1.3 children family with a wiener dog has taken up camp now.

The lady next door trimmed the hedges between our houses and asked if that was okay. “Well hell yeah it’s okay! Want to pull some weeds and pick up dog poo, too?”

Marcellus has taken back his house (from his brother) so the constant merry-go-round of hookers (in and out) has ceased. He even asked me to help him pick out colors to paint the house....says he ain't so good at that kind of thing.

The guys across the street have their house looking like something out of “Better Homes and Garden”. Porch swing and rocking chair included. Providing the adoption is still a go, they should have a little baby around the house in the next month or so.

Butch is pretty much gone....saw him walking the street last Friday but no encounters. Last time we spoke he said he was moving to Chicago to live with his brother. Had enough of this shitty neighborhood, he says. I think the favor banks just ran out and there are few of us left willing to give him money. Although Bear continues to run his little business out of the Blue String-E Machin-E the action stops at a hooker pulling her skirt down as she exits.

The 4-way is nothing more than that. Just cars coming to a stop; passing through. And to think, this was drug purchase central just a couple of years ago. Now I don't even think about locking my doors when passing through.

It seems I have found myself in the middle of suburbia. Even D has put up tiki torches and a fire pit in his yard and Mr. Tucker has hired someone to do his lawn every week!

So I am taking a hiatus from Blogstream.

If you pass this crazy girl in the airport, please stop me to say hello! I will be the one weaving between the lollygagging vacationers just trying to get where I need to be.

I will be sure to post the demise of the Blue String-E Machin-E. It is getting close to death (as you can below I have a much better view through the roof than I did in February of this year); but then I have been saying it will just take one good ice storm for 4 years now. Many ice storms and hurricanes later, this thing is still standing. We'll see. Maybe Florence will turn our way to give this ratty old house a run for its money.




Wait.....one more thing. My yard work got interrupted with some rain so I thought I would share my water buckets in action. I recently added the drain pipe elbow to catch more water. Too bad nothing needs to be watered yet.

I suppose it was about time. I have done 2 other posts on this project and just got around to finally doing my part....hiding a planet.

Back in February my proposal to Josh Simpson requesting participation in his

Infinity Project was accepted.  Work got crazy; and as I spent every Monday morning fighting my way through the airport, worked my butt off in some other state then hauled myself back home Friday night, it was all I could to make it past my front porch on the weekends.  And my garden is proof that I didn't make it past my porch!  

So, cooler temperatures and a couple of weeks at home, we decided to pack up the kids and hide the planet.  Here are the pictures from today's event.  Hopefully, people will respect the signs and stay out of this area....and for those idiots that ignore the sign, I figure the fall leaves should hide this planet from human eyes for a few years....would be great if it was hundreds or thousands. 

Maybe a future itelligent life form might mistake my planet for a glass eye used by an injured soldier (of gargantuan size) .  Or maybe this was the secret weapon that was responsible for the demise of the Confederate Army....either way.  I do know the finder of this planet will stop for a minute and admire its beauty.

This is not the planet I hid but a sample of how cool his planets are