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I usually don't post these things, but I thought at least one person would find it hilarious.

You Are A: Monkey!

Monkeys are intelligent and agile, well-adapted for jungle life as they swing happily from tree to tree. As a monkey, you are a social animal who eats a wide range of food, is quick to learn new things and loves to climb. A monkey's tiny primate features are irresistable, as is her gregarious personality!

You were almost a: Kitten or a Bear Cub
You are least like a: Bunny or a GroundhogDiscover What Cute Animal You Are!

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Last night Senator John McCain was in Huntsville. The Books-A-Million on the Parkway was already packed with people when Todd and I showed up. Every copy of McCain's book was sold out, and the last number for the book signing had been distributed about an hour before we even thought of going. So, instead of meeting him, we had to settle for peeping at him around book shelves and stony-faced security agents. It was pretty much the same as seeing him on TV, so we left only a few minutes after we arrived.

Out of all the politicians out there, John McCain is currently one of the few that I actually respect. I don't know much about him and I haven't researched his positions, but when I read his speeches or listen to him talk, he comes across as reasonable. I don't always agree with him, but I have yet to hear him say anything insane or retarded, and in my book, that's enough for now.

As we were leaving, we saw one of the local news stations interviewing one of the seven or so people staging a peace protest outside the bookstore. Their signs said "War is not the answer" but I wasn't really clear on what message they were trying to send to Senator McCain. I highly suspect they'd had the signs crammed into a closet since 2003 and thought an actual Senator coming to Huntsville justified dusting them off. Sadly his presence didn't justify UPDATING the damn things.

Anyway, that started me thinking on what kind of sign I might carry in a protest of some sort. And the more I thought about it, the more I came to realize that my political views just don't fit on a placard. Unless there's a rally where a sign bearing the words "I hate dumb people" is justified, I guess I'm just left out.

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Our newest addition, now fungus-free:

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This past weekend, Todd and I traveled to Bryson City, North Carolina for Todd's dad's birthday. At one point, we all went with the kids to a corn maze in town and the woman in charge told us to take a pot of chrysanthemums, free. Not knowing much about mums, I asked her, "Are these annual or perennial?" To which she replied,

"Honey, I just call them mums."

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My God, is everyone from Texas retarded?

What's that you say? Only 76% of Texas? Well, that's just so much better.

How funny is it that in their haste to blatantly discriminate for purely religious reasons, they write legislation accidentally nullifing the entire institution of marriage in the state of Texas? Pretty damn funny.

Wignuts. Can't live with them, can't kill them off.

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So, apparently, someone stole one of our work trucks from our parking lot last night. I think it's pretty damn funny that someone would want to steal ANY of our trucks, much less the wore-slap-out, busted-ass, POS they decided upon. For one, our trucks are BRIGHT red with big white lettering - they're rolling billboards, and not exactly an easy-to-overlook vehicle. Also, the truck was here because it needed to go into the shop. Somewhere last night, there was a dumbass climbing out of a broken-down bright red QORE truck thinking "Why the hell did I take this thing?"

It's November 8th, and it's 82 freakin' degrees in Huntsville. I'm liking the warmth, and the weather has been beautiful, but it's just not right, you know? To make things worse, Santa's Village is already set up at the local mall, complete with the hideous fake snow and dozens of squalling children. And everywhere you turn, there are Christmas carols playing. Nothing like sweating in 80-something degrees while listening to "Let It Snow."

Still, the leaves are absolutely gorgeous this year. I wish I had pictures of some of the trees we've seen, but alas, the best ones always happen along when I don't have my camera at hand.

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Last Thursday and Friday, I found myself in a strange land. A land where midget wrestling advertisements adorn the windows of the local gas station, where the local high school hosts a turkey shoot, and the horns of the trucks roaring by on the highway play the first few bars of "Dixie." A red land, where mine was the only vehicle not adorned with a "W" or "Vote GOP" sticker. Here, in this foreign place, I discovered THE WORST FLYER EVER CREATED. I risked snapping a picture of it when the locals weren't paying attention, and now I present it to you:

This is just a thought, but maybe, instead of supporting their school band, they should be worrying about supporting their English teachers. If you're in high school and this is the best you can do (AND you're okay with posting it in a public arena), there is something terribly, terribly wrong.

Also, for even more entertainment, here is the poster for the Midget Match. Notice the part about the 69-year-old Cullman woman wrestler. You have to watch out for them redneck grannies; they will mess you UP.

...I'm going to assume the quiz-writer was right-brained.

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December ~ November ~ October