Socks 'n' Stuff

A couple of comments were left on my recent “Bullshit and Boulders of Salt” post by a person named “Mike (and/or Donna)” that were very interesting…and left everyone in suspense!

Donna said...

Excellent post Cindi. You certainly exposed AN for what she is, a liar and a deceiver.

About being a deceiver, if you would post it on the CCC, I'll supply you with the eight screen names that she uses on the ACC. Solid information that I received from a hacker friend of mine.

Mike

Mike said...

Sorry about last post, used wife signin.

Want a demo of truth?

Ok hang on

Mike, I appreciate the offer, really, but everyone pretty much knows about Nana’s various and sundry “sock puppet” screen names up to this point, so it's basically old news.

What everyone would REALLY like to know is what are her NEXT eight screen names going to be?  Perhaps she would appreciate some suggestions, and I encourage everyone to pitch in and help by listing theirs – in the spirit of neighborly goodwill.

My suggestion:

I think she should go for a unified theme for the next batch - something like:

Doc, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, Bashful, Sneezy, Dopey...and Snowdrift Snooki (in honor of her idol, Sarah Palin). 

She could accomplish a lot with this list of sock puppet screen names, not the least being taking a sock name that could easily be confused with someone else’s screen name that she’s had disagreements with in the past.  And this list of names is very, “cutesy,” in keeping with her blog’s, “baby nursery,” theme.  (I think it’s a win/win!)

Let’s all pitch in, like good neighbors do, and help Nana choose her next eight sock names!  Come on, kids, it’ll be fun…and it’s for a good cause - laughter - the very best medicine!

Bullshit and Boulders of Salt

As I was reading AN’s forum recently I came across a post she made about someone in a white truck stopping in front of her house and snapping a photo.  A huge amount of frenzied speculation and hand-wringing ensued about the possible nefarious intentions of that individual, and I have to admit that if my son were still a small boy it would make me a bit nervous, as well, so my first instinct was to be sympathetic…

however…

“Well, I did everything I could to delete this forum but for some reason it wouldn't work.  I even emailed nabble and never got a response. My husband is the only reason this forum is back up, he insisted that I cannot let others stop me from doing what I love. 

I do ask you to put yourself in my place.  I have a nine year old son who loves playing outside.  If the creep in the white truck was trying to intimidate me, he won. Not because he scared me, but because my son is more important to me than anything in this world and I didn't know what this person's intentions were.  I don't know how bad someone may want to win this election or what kind of people follow this person.  I do not know what they are capable of?  I do know that on my blog someone wished me dead, so put yourself in my place. 

Hashing ideas back and forth and stating opinions and being silly on forums is one thing, but when it comes to intimidation and death wishes that is when it is crossing the line.  I don't know why my forum and blog seems to be so intimidating to some but they need to realize it is just words and only is seen by a few people, so chill.  If you are suppose to be Mayor, it will happen.”

Let’s see…she asks us to put ourselves in her place.  Okay, Nana, I will.  If I had real concerns about the safety of my child because I thought someone who disagreed with my internet activities was actually stalking me, I’d put the safety of my child FIRST, as would anyone whose child was,  "more important to me than anything else in the world."

But what does Nana do?  Well, at first she claims she “tries” to delete her blog, but for some reason she can’t.  Really?

I call bullshit.  Even if she couldn’t delete her blog (riiiiight), she could have kept it as a registered-comment-only site in an attempt to defuse the situation and shield her family from possible harm from an alleged "stalker."  But she didn’t, did she?

And she says that the only reason the forum is back up is because her husband (and father of the little boy whose safety is possibly threatened) insisted that she couldn’t let others stop her from doing what she loves.  So she’s basically saying that the father of her child is more concerned with her love of being able to spout off on the internet rather than love and concern for the safety of their little boy.  Really?  What kind of father acts like that?  You can bet your bottom dollar if my husband expressed as a priority my blog/forum activities above the safety of our child he would very soon be my EX husband.

So I call bullshit – because it reeks of it.  And it seems clear to me that everything Nana says should be taken with not just a grain, but a BOULDER of salt. 

And one more little thing about her post that reeks…of complete hypocrisy:

“Hashing ideas back and forth and stating opinions and being silly on forums is one thing, but when it comes to intimidation and death wishes that is when it is crossing the line.”

Really, Nana?  You mean like this?

“Oooo... the CCC has got my blood boiling. Cindiloohoo better watch her back. I do not think they understand who they are messing with. Since I am no longer welcome on the Chatter I still like to stop by and watch what goes on. It makes me sick that GG can't get Cindiloo's titty out of her mouth long enough to act like a moderator. It sickens me the things they allow to go on. Cynthia seems like such a nice person, I wouldn't mind doing lunch with her. Cindiloo is able to badger her and belittle her, makes me sick. How can someone be so evil and down on themselves? She is so eager to bring everyone down to her level. 

She needs to back off. She has ticked me off and the claws are out now. I am a mom in attack mode. It cracks me up that the CCC thinks they are so high and mighty, picking and choosing who is allowed to post whatever they want. If things continue I will take them down in an instant. They think they have good IT people? They ain't seen nothing yet. CCC and the sad collection of losers you call followers.... you have been warned.”

And Nana’s attempt to rationalize and minimize this blatant threat was to simply say:

“I only allowed my daughter to post "better watch your back" because I know she didn't mean any physical violence.  She was teasing about being more computer literate and bringing the Chatter down, nothing serious though.”

Really, Nana?  Because your sweet, gentle daughter has also posted her violent fantasies about blasting people with a sawed-off shotgun on your forum.  Is THAT what's supposed to convince me that there couldn't possibly be a "serious" threat to me or others from members of your "tribe," who have repeatedly posted their unhinged fantasies of violence towards people they disagree with on your sites and others, including mine?

Bullshit and Boulders of Salt.

While Nana Slept

Heads up, Nana. You might want to exert a little more control over your tribe's comments, even if it means staying up 24/7.

Some of us readers get up early in the morning and we check the local forums and blogs as we have our morning coffee. And some of us know how to obtain a screen capture, so even if something is deleted later, we have a record of it - which can, as I understand it, be verified with ISP logs.  I've managed to obtain quite a few interesting screen captures from your blog and forum over the past several months, but this one - well, it was in a class all its own.

That Cynthia! (@Apr 13, 2011; 01:40am - now deleted) She's quite the Christian, isn't she?

I'm not going to post the screen capture I got at 6:24 a.m., which was deleted by 7:00 a.m. when I next checked, but I think the local person who was being called,

"…possibly a killer, of one little boy named, Kyron Horman from Portland, OR."

might want to see it.

What do you think?

Chatter Chicks April 9, 2011 Meeting Minutes

The Unconfirmed and Unofficial Minutes of the Third Meeting of the Chatter Chicks or, What Certainly Did Not Happen Today at Ruben’s in Clarksville.

The regularly scheduled meeting of the Clark County Chatter Chicks took place today at Ruben’s Mexican Restaurant in Clarksville, Indiana. The meeting was called to order by Happy Granny shortly after 2:00 in the afternoon, but no one took notice because they were too busy inquiring as to the identity of the young man HappyCat had been meeting with in the parking lot. 

In attendance at today’s meeting were the following: Grumpy Granny, Happy Granny, Kelley, HappyCat, Chopper Woman, I Like Squirrels, Mrs. Professor, Hound Dog, Cindiloohoo, Gabriella and Debbie H. Gabriella and Debbie showed up shortly after everyone else, which caused eyebrows to be raised with unspoken speculation. Chopper Woman was also slightly late, but since she brought a gift for HappyCat, we are not questioning her belatedness. Not in attendance were the following: Jules, Rounddots, and Teresa Fisher. If anyone else was not in attendance who should have been included in this list, HappyCat (who is unofficially submitting these minutes) cannot remember. Perhaps this has something to do with the Virgin pina colada she had, which may or may not have been chaste and pure. 

After it became clear that answers were not going to be forthcoming with regards to who HappyCat had been meeting with or what the purpose of that meeting was, the next order of business was introduced. Shirts with the Chatter Chicks logo were distributed, with Chopper Woman stripping down to her unmentionables and donning her shirt immediately upon receipt. Cindiloohoo produced her Tiara of E-vil, which she showed to all the Chatter Chicks present but did not deign to allow any of us to try on, no matter how much we begged and pleaded. Drink orders were taken by Christina, the somewhat overwhelmed owner of Ruben’s, and a smoking break was promptly declared. Grumpy Granny, Happy Granny and Hound Dog remained indoors, as they are self-proclaimed “Good Girls” and did not want to be seen on a public sidewalk with the likes of the rest of the group. There may have been another “Good Girl” or two who stayed inside, but the pina colada that wasn’t quite innocent has made things more than a little fuzzy …tsk, tsk, tsk, HappyCat. 

Once back inside the establishment, talk finally turned to She Who Shall Not Be Named. Hound Dog congratulated Cindiloohoo on her restraint, having made it a full sixty-five minutes before bringing the topic to the table. That Cindi had mentioned SWSNBN while on the smoke break was not discussed, as Cindi had ordered by now a shot of Wild Turkey, and been disappointed to find that her only option was Jack Daniels. We did not want to risk her displeasure and the possible consequences of such, again remembering the Tiara of E-vil, so we kept our mouths shut. 

Debbie was disappointed that there was no strapping young man named Ulysses working in or near the establishment. She had to be restrained several times from sneaking into the kitchen, which is where most of the male staff works. This monumental task was left up to Grumpy Granny, who threatened to take away her posting privileges on the Chatter for a month if she did not behave herself. 

The question of candidate suitability came up, and the criteria were established with post haste. Primarily, the candidate for any office in the land had to be more mature than Cindiloohoo. Though there were a few moments of concern, we all hurried to reassure Kelley that she definitely met the requirements, and peace once again returned to the group. 

The more serious topic of fundraising for a good cause came up, and after deciding that jewel-encrusted tiaras for the entire group did not constitute a good cause, it was settled that our best option for raising the most money and goods quickly would likely be pole dancing for our chosen charity. If we can ever agree as to what that charity is. Squirrel’s double D’s threatened to make an appearance, but were quickly downvoted as Ruben’s is a family establishment and there were children at the next table. 

Cindi, distraught at the thought of all those unpurchased and unworn tiaras, ordered another shot of Jack. Debbie perked up at the mention of Jack, but was again disappointed to learn this man came in a bottle. We promised to make provisions for her at the next meeting, so that she won’t feel so let down. 

Kelley was accompanied by her omnipresent unflappable hair, which has its own entourage. Said entourage was forced to wait outside the establishment where it could harrass other patrons who entered and exited. The entourage, namely The Wind, did its best to chase up women’s skirts while it waited impatiently for Kelley’s exit from the building. As the rest of the Chicks agreed, it was not cruel of Kelley to leave The Wind outside, since if she were to bring it inside it might turn into Breaking Wind, which we all were adamant about being a Bad Thing. 

HappyCat, still trying to get her bearings, was somewhat confused by the significance of Kelley’s unflappable hair. However, after the pina colada arrived, her confusion was forgotten. Hound Dog graciously agreed to eat the Virgin’s cherry, which most of the group missed due to the second smoke break. The consumers of alcohol neglected to tell HappyCat that she could not get drunk by proximity, and thus the power of the pina colada was enhanced tenfold. 

As the meeting drew to a close, the locale of next month’s gathering was discussed, and the *************, aptly enough located in *************, was tentatively agreed upon, even though they do not serve Wild Turkey. Cindi was mollified somewhat to find that they do have trees nearby, and at this time, the meeting was adjourned. 

While on the sidewalk outside the meeting place, Cindiloohoo proposed a motion that the first rule of Chatter Chicks is that No One talks about Chatter Chicks. The second rule is that what happens at the table, stays at the table (as example, the Virgin cherry). As a quorum was present, the motion was seconded and approved, and the meeting was officially adjourned one more time. 

With respect, and with confusion as to how that tattoo got “there”, I hereby submit the minutes of the third meeting of the Chatter Chicks for approval. 

Sincerely (and sincerely muddled), 

HappyCat

Holy Horndog!!! - It's Pole Dancing For Jesus!!!

You just can't make this shit up.

SHE'S BAAAAACK!

Why waste a temper tantrum if nobody is around to see it?

  

AN finally decided that she’d HAD ENOUGH!!!!   On March 13, 2001 at 03:41 a.m. she posted a furious “Good Bye Cruel All Counties Chatter World” diatribe on her blog (not to be confused with the furious “Good Bye Cruel CCC world” diatribe that her husband had previously posted on her blog), lambasting those danged smart-aleck Liberals who were picking on her by:

1.  Making fun of her name;
2.  Mocking her daughter’s amazing multi-tasking superpower;
3.  Maliciously pointing out that by her OWN stated standard of “time spent posting on internet forums by wife = likelihood of husband being ball-less,” that, therefore, her own husband must be significantly lacking in the “package department,”

(see: http://crazyneighborlady.blogspot.com/2010/08/wow-abbysnana-disses-poppys-package.html),

JUST like they constantly pick on that poor conservative heroine, Sarah Palin!!!!!

But, of course, she wasn’t having any sort of pity party, no sireee!!!  (Really, she wasn’t…really…truly…not at all…not in the least…)

And so she proceeded to close her forum to open commenting and required registration for commenting privileges. That’s right - she was limiting, to a very privileged few, the ability to comment on her highly successful forum that was reaching up to ELEVENTY SKILLION hits a DAY…no, make that an HOUR.   She informed those smart-aleck Liberals through her blog post that:

“I don't need you to feel important.  I am perfectly happy having the faithful and genuine members that I have and I will continue enjoying our dialog with each other without having to worry when my personal life will be the next butt of your jokes.”

So, THERE!!! THAT would show them…

Except…

One of those smart-aleck Liberals pointed out on another blog that, “After all, with the closing down of her forum to open commenting, AN's blog will surely lose a significant amount of views and then fade away slowly, but surely, into oblivion...
But such is the way of nature. Everything has its season, just like the month of March...in with a bang...out with a whimper.”

Uh, oh.  Apparently AN hadn’t thought of that.

But AN is a woman of strong, implacable, common-sense-conservative principles, dammit!  She would NEVER back down from her, “That’s it!  That’s my line in the sand,” position.

Except…

Never is a very, very, VERY long time…so naturally AN quietly (but in a very, very PRINCIPLED, but “low-key” manner) returned her forum to open commenting less than forty eight hours after she drew her “line in the sand.”

But, to be fair, after all, why waste a temper tantrum if nobody is around to see it?  Amirite?

UPDATE:
Apparently AN doesn't realize that each of her blog posts has a date and time stamp: 
"Thanks for that, I find it very ironic that they spend so much time trying to analyze what I am doing and why. There is one in particular that follows my every move down to the time and date, and yet I could care less about her life or what she does on blogs or forums. I guess I should be flattered. You know it just kills their soul that I am doing so well with my blog and forum and if they get a couple of views a day they are lucky. Sorry gals...some got it..some don't. :)
MARCH 17, 2011 2:04 AM" 

  

Chicken Shit!!!

After "Anonymous" posted a comment on Goliath's blog calling him "Chickenshit" AN's CCC copycat forum, All Counties Chatter, has suddenly changed its open commenting policy to a "registration required" policy!

Perhaps Anonymous is confused about the meaning of the word, "chickenshit."

SOLIDARITY!

A series of videos depicting the progression of the march in Madison, Wisconsin of firefighters and police from across the state to the capitol rotunda in solidarity with their fellow public workers. If this doesn't bring a tear to your eye and a firm set to your jaw, nothing will.

Preparing to march...



Down the street...



And into the rotunda...



Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!

Chatter Chicks RULE!

This coming Saturday night, at an undisclosed location, the "Chatter Chicks," will hold their very first formal meeting.

Be afraid.

Be very afraid.

I got my all my sisters with me.

How Does Santa Do It?

How does Santa deliver ALL those presents to the ENTIRE WORLD in ONE night? Here's one theory:

I'm Tired

I can't embed this video (there's a major joke in there somewhere), yet I can link to it (ditto).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-pmpgrYQgs

My friends, I'm tired...

Tribute To Mrs. HT

I can wash out 44 pairs of socks and have 'em hangin out on the line
I can starch & iron 2 dozens shirts 'fore you can count from 1 to 9
I can scoop up a great big dipper full of lard from the drippins can
Throw it in the skillet, go out & do my shopping, be back before it melts in the pan
'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again

I can rub & scrub this old house til it's shinin like a dime
Feed the baby, grease the car, & powder my face at the same time
Get all dressed up, go out and swing til 4 a.m. and then
Lay down at 5, jump up at 6, and start all over again
'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again

If you come to me sickly you know I'm gonna make you well
If you come to me all hexed up you know I'm gonna break the spell
If you come to me hungry you know I'm gonna fill you full of grits
If it's lovin you're likin, I'll kiss you and give you the shiverin' fits
'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again

I can stretch! a green black dollar bill from here to kindom come!
I can play the numbers pay the bills and still end up with some!
I got a twenty-dollar gold piece says there ain't nothing I can't do
I can make a dress out of a feed bag and I can make a man out of you
'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again
'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, and that's all.

Veterans Day - American Anthem

Let me know in my heart
When my days are through
America
America
I gave my best to you

Thanks, AN

A big thank you to AN for warning the author of a comment on her blog that was threatening to another blogger - namely, me.

AN, in all of our "wars" I have never addressed you by your real name, even after you "outed" yourself.  And I have never posted any likeness of you other than your icon or given any personal "real life" info about you that I might have had access to - and never would.  Like me, you have a family and whatever our differences are, the safety of our family - yours, mine, anyone's - comes first.   

The biggest problem I've had lately with you is that you posted a picture of me (not my icon) on one of your sites, linked to it through an “anonymous” comment on someone else's blog, and actually posted with it the name of the street I live on with a warning to children not to trick or treat there because I might eat them!  (Once again, I've NEVER posted an actual picture of you or any member of your family - anywhere - and I've never listed any personal info such as where you live or referred to you by anything other than your screen name).  To my mind, AN, you might as well have publically accused me of being a child molester.  I would NEVER harm a child, as I'm sure you wouldn't.  In fact, children on my street know to go to "Miss Cindi" if they're near to my house and feel they're being threatened, (i.e., yahoos who let their untrained, non-socialized dogs run loose).  Goofing around with screen names, cartoon icons, and "blog wars" is one thing...but that "warning," in my opinion, was completely out of line.  Mock my screen persona with all your "gunza blazing," as I have done to you...but let's keep it between ourselves and other adults who knowingly and willingly choose to engage in "internet battle."

GOODBYE CRUEL CCC WORLD!!!

Ontarget Quits CCC - Whines About It On Wife's Blog

Either unable or unwilling to put on his "big boy panties," and accept a warning from the moderators, Ontarget has taken the extreme measure of closing his CCC account and posting his furious "Farewell" letter on his wife's blog. 

Someone managed to capture the moment on video:



UPDATE:  Abbysnana is accusing Chopperwoman of comparing Ontarget to Charles Manson on the Bat-Blog.  This is NOT true.  Someone anonymously posted that comparison.  Chopperwoman did say she was laughing about someone comparing Ontarget to Charles Manson - but that's probably because the comparison is so ridiculously off base. 

By his "cut and run" actions of closing his CCC account and then whining about it on Abbysnana's blog, Ontarget has shown that he actually compares more closely to Monty Python's "Brave Sir Robin," than to anyone else.

When danger reared its ugly head
He bravely turned his tail and fled
Yes, brave Ontarget turned about
And gallantly he chickened out
Bravely taking to his feet
He beat a very brave retreat
Bravest of the brave, Ontarget

Elect the Willfully Ignorant!

And while we're at it, let's hire fry cooks to run our nuclear nukular facilities...

Three Days

Resurrection.





To donate:http://www.youtube.com/user/eldad75

Anniversary

For my husband. Today is our anniversary and this is our song. Times certainly got rough, but we never gave up.

I'm You

America is a 300 pound Bearded Diabetic Man

Betty's Biggest Fan

Really, who DOESN'T love Betty White?