Half Iraq, or A Noggin'?

I watched a "nurse in" news story on the local ABC affiliate yesterday. Seems there was a revolt of sorts in progress after a local mom was chastised by what likely was a Baptist or Penecostal Target employee for breast feeding her infant, covered and discretely, while doing her shopping. Now while I will say that my position on the issue leans toward allowing discrete breast feeding as necessary, I have to confess that if I observe it in progress, I will likely steal a glance, looking for a brief glimpse of the proverbial second base.....or is it third? In the news story on Ch 13, as I was dutifully watching and noting every detail, I caught what I thought to be a glimpse of a nassive mammary, and in the process of patting myself on the back for my good fortune, I caught a replay..........
Have you ever noticed how much a newborn's bald head, resembles third base?????????

I must relate this story to my breast friends.......

A New Year, A New Leaf........

......and you may or may not notice, that I've retired my obssession with the Victoria Advocate, and removed related posts. Fact is, as pitiful as it is, I have come to realize that I am no longer a part of it, and better yet, it is no longer a part of me. The friends and contacts I made there, I still communicate with here and by e-mail and on Facebook. The cretins, misfit antagonists and misguided jesus freaks stinking up my once hometown paper, are a thing of the past. When my dad died, still struggling to fetch his paper from the bar ditch the carrier seemed to delight in depositing it into as opposed to his drivewy or sidewalk, that ended a tradition we have as a family participated in since 1959. For me, it ended in 2007,(I suspect a number of others share that dubious milestone).
Whatever the case, short of the second sitting for the last supper, actually occurring in Chris Cobler's office, or bigj's Sam Houston State dropout's alumni dance, I am pretty much going to concentrate on what I do best - telling stories - a few true, others, up for debate.

Excuse Me Deer.........Are You In The Mood?

Let me start by saying - I don't hunt......except for fish, which brings to mind the clever Santa/car salesman Chevy truck commercial running this cool yule season. You see, this article in the outdoors part of the sports section of the Chronicle caught my eye this morning. The header said "bucks are vulnerable now, during their mating season"....... Well duh, I thought. Then it occurred to me that everything considered, the deer hunters are pretty much in the same boat - except that their mating season has no opening and closing dates. Now mind you, this doesn't exactly when one takes into account deer feeders, blinds, scopes that can tell if a deer is a natural blonde, and oh, that 30-06 Winchester, level the playing field, but it is something to think about. Like I said, I am not a Linda McCartney, "don't eat anything with a face" fanatic, in fact, I kind of dig venison sausage kolaches,

....okay, nerd time - the extended version.......