From the pretty state of New Hampshire...
OK, so I've had how many days... about at least five, to get this C & J together. And what time is it now? Am I doing this at the last minute, the night beforehand, after 10 pm EST? Of course I am!!!! No other way to do it...
Sherm's Cheers and Jeers is in absolutely no way affiliated with Bill in Portland Maine's C & J. Any remark resembling such is purely coincidental. Really. Gack. Well, some phrases might be similiar, and some familiarities might be somewhat familiar, but they are in no way endorsed by BiPM. Well, maybe they are. Cuz he's letting me do this. So there. Thfptbtttt...
WHOOSH, BAM, GONG, SLAM, GACK, GACK, GACK and more GACK...
Cheers and Jeers for Tuesday, April 4th, 2006.
By the numbers:
Days until tomorrow: 1
Days until today: 0
Days until yesterday: -1
Days until Yearly Kos: 65
Public schools in Orleans Parish--out of 117, pre-Katrina--that have reopened: 23
Asswipe who is finally leaving Congress: 1 (Oh so many more to go...)
Sources: Time Magazine, Sherm's head.
Your puppy/doggie pic of the day: Ying and Yang Jasper and George... Yes, gratuitous, I know.
The Cute Puppy Overload pic of the day: Too Cute.
Cheers to BiPM and Michael and their minions. How in the world Bill does this 4 days a week I have no clue. Well, I kinda do... he doesn't go anywhere without an armload of reading material. Dedication folks, it's all about the dedication.
Cheers to the Cafe crowd. Bobs and Bobettes are plain and simply the bestest. Always.
Cheers to You, yes You. Thank you. I miss you, but will be with you soon. Thank you for the joke too. :)
Cheers to who's going to do ONE OF THESE while in Vegas. ACK!!! Come on, I double dog dare you! You first, you first! Or Frist, yeah, how about Frist first?
Cheers to April 13th... or perhaps the 20th.
Cheers to waking up to the cool and steady sound of rain, coming in from my slightly open window, along with the sounds of a lightly snoring Jasper at the foot of my bed. Cheers also to Mr./Ms. Spider on my ceiling, for staying on the opposite side of my room as I slept.
Cheers to waking up all wrapped up in a warm and incredibly soft blue new blanket. Thank you.
Cheers to Web Sudoku... My latest addiction. I know, I really should get a job or something...
OK, so this is mostly personal. But you know what folks? The personal is political, and anyone who says differently is flat out wrong. They would just love to dictate our religion, our sex lives, our education, our communication, our choice of laundry detergent. We are in the fight for and of our lives, unfortunately, for the next several years. Hopefully, we can make changes in November, but they are not going to go down easy. But they will go down. They cannot sustain themselves, or this planet, for much longer. I suppose this would be my Jeers, since it is Cheers and Jeers and all, so Jeers to them. Thfphbttttt...
Cheers to your Joke of the Day:
A kid was sitting on his lawn with a box of puppies one morning. George Bush was on his morning run, accompanied by some Secret Service workers.
Dubya asked the boy what kind of puppies were in the box.
The little boy said, "Republicans."
The President beamed, patted the boy on the head, and said, "Thatta boy!"
A few weeks later Bush was jogging again, this time with Dick Cheney in tow. Bush stopped at the boy's house, winked at Dick and said, "Hey kid, what kind of
pupies are in the box?"
The boy said, "Democracts"
Bush looked crushed, saying, "What happened? A few weeks ago they were Republicans!"
The boy said, "Well, the puppies opened their eyes."
Cheers to your Song of the Day. I Want to Touch You by Catherine Wheel. I know, they're a bit obscure, and I know, Amazon sucks, so sue me... And don't buy stuff from there.
I always thought the way you talked was neat
And I dreamed that when you speak, you speak to me
But you're always out of reach
And I can't control my speech
And I'm scared that when we meet, I'll want to touch you
I want to touch you
I want to touch you
I want to touch you
I want to touch you
You're the only soul inside that makes me shake
And the crazy senseless things you make me take
It would really make my day
If you'd only move away
'Cause I'm scared that if you stay, I'll want to touch you
I want to touch you
I want to touch you
I want to touch you
But you're always out of reach
And I can't control my speech
And I'm scared that when we meet
I'm fermenting, can't you see
I want to touch you
I want to touch you
I want to touch you
I want to touch you
I want to touch you
I want to touch you
I want to touch you
I want to touch you
Touch you, touch you, touch you, touch you, touch you
Cheer away, Jeer away... It's your turn! DIY C & J!! Can I go back to bed now? Happy Tuesday all, make the most of it. Be well, be safe, and have fun! Don't let the turkeys get you down! Hugs and Smooches! :)