A big thanks to the Highland County Florida Sheriff's dept. for visiting my Police Humor

Hope they enjoyed my special brand of police humor. I get a lot of ideas from my son who is a Nebraska State Patrolman.

Have a good day ya'll

A picture of my latest foster dog/puppy that needs a home. He's only 4 mos. old. Can you believe the people who bought him wanted to euthanize him just because the kids were allergic?

He is a cutie. 4 months old, Japanese Chin. Not only is he a cutie, He is a character and very affectionate and attentive. Loves my 6 toed cat and gets along with our 3 dogs.

He'll never get very big, 10 pounds at most. He would be a wonderful pet for a little ole lady or little ole man.

I've had him for about 2 weeks now, got him caught up on his vaccinations and worming. He has no health problems and has a wonderful personality. If I didn't already have 3 dogs and live on a farm, I'd keep him in a heartbeat. But he's just to little to be safe here on the farm. Some day an owl or hawk will spy him and he'd become birdfood and I don't want that. He's too nice a dog and could bring so much happiness to the right family.

SOOOOOOO, I will keep him until I can find him a good and loving home, where they will pamper him, love him, pet him, take him to the vet, walk him, spoil him and love him the way he needs to be loved. In turn, he will bring his family much unconditional love and acceptance.

janelle

If you are interested in shorty/ping, email me at shcirerf@yahoo.com

So, University of Florida student Andrew Meyer who is well known for taping his own practical jokes had one back fire on him when he was tased at a John Kerry event.

What a dumb ass! Security for high profile politicians is tight and they don't fuck around. I don't feel even a little sorry for that dingle butt.

Here's my take on the whole thing.

I love this shirt! Click on the link above for the site where it's located.

So, here goes the story of Kittycat.

The Labor day weekend is also the weekend of the Old Settlers celebration in Lodgepole, NE and it was the first University of Nebraska Cornhuskers football game, which was televised! Needless to say my hubby and I got more than a little tipsy.

About midnight hubbys cell phone rang and by the time I found it, it had quit ringing, there was no message just a phone # for the missed call. It was a Colorado area code, but I didn't think to much about it as our neighbor frequently calls for a ride home when he's to drunk to drive and has relatives in CO and just figured someone was calling to see if we could come and get Jeff. I spaced it off and went back to bed. We were in no shape to go get anyone!

So this was Sat. night. Last night, (Tues) hubby gets a text message on his phone around midnight, we didn't notice it until this morning when his phone was beeping and he thought he forgot to plug it in. Anyway, we look at message and it's from the same CO # but they left the message. "can I come over, kittycat". We just laughed and figured someone has a phone # mixed up. Deleted the message and went on with our day.

Hubby called me about 4 pm today, laughing, "kittycat" had left another text message. Now here I have to stop and explain, my hubby is "technically challenged" when it comes to the text messaging, computers, etc. He can change the motor in yer old Chevy in an afternoon, but text message, Ha. On top of that he's missing a couple of fingers and definitely cannot spell on the phone.

So I called ole "kittycat", got some god awful rap music, voice says enjoy the music while your party is reached, then I left the message that if she was chasing my hubby and wanted to be his girlfriend, she needed to get her arse up here and help me out with the laundry, dishes, trash, lawn mowing, garden weeding etc.

Shortly after that, our oldest son dropped by and I was telling him about it and he said I should have told her to grab her big black dildo and her strap on and get up here, cuz we needed some new entertainment. I about fell out of my chair laughing. Wish I'd would of thought of that! Really, I wouldn't send that, to much risk! But it was funny.

I always told my hubby if he ever got a girlfriend to bring her home, I could use the help. Come to think of it, if cheaters would bring the cheatee home to see what their life was really like they'd probably run fer the hills! rolf!

Anyway, it's been a hoot and I hope that kittycat can get her phone numbers straight. If she's listening to rap she definitely does NOT want my hubby, he's redneck, into John Wayne, old war movies and country music, not to mention the missing fingers.

Now if Kayecee will just get her little hoochiemama butt up here and get them damn sequins off my kitchen floor and fetch me another beer, I'll be a happy camper!

janelle

One more harvest picture. That's my baby. He's 6'1" with the hat so it gives you an idea of the size of the machinery.

More harevest photos below!
Enjoy.

The Combine! This is an older model John Deere! Cutting our wheat! Woo Hoo! For a change we had a good crop and the price was decent. That's my husbands Uncle Gene doing the navigation.













Below, Augering the grain from the combine
to the truck.



This is wheat in the field. It's what you're
bread is made of!
Harvest pictures!














This is the crew doing what they do best while waiting on the truck to come back from the elevator. From left to right, Uncle Gene, Art (my FIL) and the DH. Ya gotta love those green shirts! The City (his day job) pays for them and he does mechanic work, fixes all the stuff at the landfill, so he wears them all the time. Free work clothes are a good thing. And you can't miss him in emergency green! If you look real close by FIL's leg you can see part of Max the dog.

Finally the dog/cat shirt.

This is Paully, my polydactyl kitty. He has 2 extra toes on each foot. His feet are huge, they look like snowshoes

You can get this shirt for your favorite feline and one to match for yourself at Hiss and Moan.

The dogs, Mick is the big one, Ruby on the left, Max on the right.


























Top is looking out into the wheatfield to the west, bottom right is looking out into field to the north, and of course my tractor and our new to us dump truck, to haul dirt around the house with, as you can see we have no lawn because this is new construction and just haven't got that far yet.

Updated: 8:56 a.m. MT May 30, 2007

BANGKOK, Thailand - An American Web site offering G-string underwear and T-shirts for dogs emblazoned with picture of Buddha dropped them from its sales list on Wednesday after protests by predominantly Buddhist Thailand.

“It is a good thing they understand our sensitivity,” Foreign Ministry spokesman Piriya Khempon said a day after saying the products sold on California-based on-line store CafePress.com had offended Thais and Buddhists elsewhere.

The site sells more than 70 items, ranging from T-shirts to teddy bears to beer pitchers bearing pictures of religious figures and philosophers from Hindu god Shiva to Jesus Christ and Mahatma Gandhi.

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Although the site removed advertisements for Buddha G-strings and dog T-shirts, items depicting Jesus and Shiva remained.

About 90 percent of the 64 million people in Thailand, where dogs are regarded as inferior beings, are Buddhist.

So the little Buddha believers were offended! Cheese and Rice people! I'm offended Buddhist think dogs are inferieor beings. The more I know people the More I love my dog.

The design was acutally kind of cute. As for not offending people, you can't please everybody and some folks are just to damn sensitive. I say they should put on thier big girl panties and deal with it!

I don't run around being offended everyday because somebody said or did something offensive related to Jesus or the American Flag. I don't have time to be that sensitive.

Afternoon all,
Hope you've had a safe and happy Memorial Day weekend. I've been on vacation for the last several days and am loving it. Wish I didn't have to go back to work on Wed.

While I was off work sitting around surfing the web I found a great summer outdoor backyard game that anyone can play. It's called Redneck Horseshoes, or in some circles, Hillbilly Horseshoes or Polish Horseshoes.

Anyway it doesn't have a lot of pieces and is easily portable. It's great for outdoor bbq's, family get togethers, family reunions, you can take it to the beach or anywhere else you need a great family friendly outdoor backyard game that anyone can play. If you have a big enough shop, garage or basement you could even play Redneck Horseshoes indoors!

Redneck Horseshoes would also be a hit at company picnics, tailgaiting parties, graduation parties, 4th of July parties and more.

A little more on the Cattlemen's Ball. In honor of the party I was dinking around and came up with a few designs on the whole thing that make a spoof of the Cattlemen's Ball. I turned it into the Bovine Brawl

Well, the Cattlemen's Ball is fast approaching. June 2, 2007. The location for the Cattlemen's Ball this year is Lodgepole, NE. The Cattlemen's Ball is being hosted this year by Sandpoint Land and Cattle, about a mile east of quiet, serene Lodgepole.

Jo Dee Messina is the featured evening entertainment.

90% of the proceeds will go to the UNMC Eppley Cancer center.

There is also people painting some huge cowboy boots that will be auctioned at the Ball. Nationally known artist Jess Nelson is painting one of the boots. You can see it here

Should be a good time but I'm guessing it'll be a drunk fest as well. Poor Lodgepole isn't going to know what hit it.

Awright, back to the business of running for president. Todays topic is welfare.

Now, I agree we have a need fer welfare, but it's turned inta a hand out instead of a hand up. Everbody needs a helping hand now and again but welfare has turned a whole bunch of folks into nothin but lazy, baby makin, fat, whiney mooches. These folks have decided they're "entitled" cuz they've had a bad life or grew up in the projects or some poor ole hillbilly town where their ain't no jobs, or their daddy was a drunk or their mama was a hooker or whatever other lame ass excuse they can come up with.

Well according to the bill of rights, yer entitled to Life, Liberty and the PURSUIT of happiness. Yer not ENTITLED to HAPPINESS, just the pursuit of it.

So back the welfare system.

If'n yer single and ya got one of them their babies that don't have no daddy, (lots of immaculate conception going on), welfare's only gonna hep you out with one. If'n you have anymore well tough shit, we ain't payin for it. In fact if I git to be president, ladies on welfare will be required to get one of them shots that'll keep ya from gettin knocked up, and ya'll have to keep gettin it as long as yer gettin welfare.

Folks on welfare will be required to get their highschool diploma, either by finishing highschool or gettin a GED. Ya'll also will be required to go to the little classes that'll hep ya get a job. Ya gotta learn stuff like take out the lip ring and wash yer greasy hair and comb it. Get yerself an outfit that don't say I'm a Hoochiemama and my office is on the nearest street corner right under the red light, hours are anytime its dark.

Ya'll will git a job. I don't care if'n its flingin frys at Burger King, washin sheets at the nursing home or diggin ditches for the government. If'n ya don't git a job we'll git one fer ya. Ya'll can pick up garbage on the highway or dog poop at the park. I think that their dog poop picker upper would be a purty good job fer yer lazy butts. Be kinda a perk for the good hard workin folk that pay taxes to not have ta pack around that baggie whenever they walk the dog. Our local park is open from 6am to 11pm so theirs lots of hours. An we'll come and git yer sorry ass outta bed and deliver ya and take ya home when yer 8 hours is up. In fact we'll work yer ass so hard ya'll be glad to have a job flingin frys or washin for old folks what paid their taxes.

An don't worry bout the little one, we'll make sure ya got daycare. So their won't be any lame ass excuses.

An ya'll only be allowed $20 fer junk food with yer food stamps. Other wise ya gotta buy decent food. I seen one lady the other day with a cart full of ding dongs, ho ho's, ice cream, chips, dips, coco puffs, pop and Hi-C. Not one morsel of real food and she paid fer all of it with food stamps.
I would allow ya could buy toliet paper with yer food stamps. I figure toliet papers pretty important.

An we'll be checkin ya over fer new tattos and piercings, cuz if'n you can afford that shit ya don't need no welfare.

And we will find that mystery daddy, an he'll have ta follow the rules too. And pay his child support, or he'll be out pickin up dog poop too. An if he's got more than one little "who Pa?" runnin around we'll fine the hell out of him fer havin a dangerous animal at large.

Now if'n ya'll should wanna go to college, well, we could hep ya out with that, but ya gotta get done in 4 years and ya gotta get a degree that'll get ya a decent job. Not some degree like in underwater basketweaving or some crap like that. An when yer done ya gotta pay the government back fer yer education or you'll be out pickin up dog poop.

If'n ya don't want a college education well, ya'll get 2 years to get yer shit together and figure out how to git off'n welfare, cuz after 2 years yer done.


Janelle for president

Hey everybody, a couple of pictures of 3 ole redneck broads who can still fit into their wedding dresses.
Janelle married 30 years
Kellee, woulda been married 28
Lex, married 20 years

Kellee is in the top photo and I'm on lthe left and Lex is on the right.

Well I havn't posted for a few days, but now I have a new issue to tackle.

Funding the troops. A lot of the liberal silly butts in DC have decided that if they don't help George fund the troops he might be more inclined to bring them home. Well it might be a noble idea but it sucks.

I have a friend in Iraq and already the food has gone to crap. So he knows the funding has been flushed down the royal senate/congress toliet. What is wrong with our elected officials that our troops at the very least can't get decent food?

If they're not getting decent meals what else are they not getting?

You may not agree with the war but I can't believe that any decent American would agree to make our troops suffer to make a point. They are after all the reason we have the freedom to disagree, and exorcise our freedom of speech, religion and the right to bear arms! Along with the being guaranteed the right to life, liberty and the PURSUIT, not the guarantee of happiness.

janelle for president.

my motto, I represent that remark!

This post is for Larry Birkhead the 99.99999999999% daddy of Anna Nichole Smith's baby.

Dear Larry,

Now that you are the proven father of Danny Lynn Smith I would like to offer some sentiments and advice.

First and foremost BE A DADDY! Don't pawn her off on a nanny or day care or whatever, raise her yourself. This is going to be a huge sacrifice on your part, but it will be worth it. Beyond that, having raised several children myself here is some of my advice, from a been there done that perspective.

This has been quite a sensational case and finally has some resolution. You must now have the moral fortitude to do the RIGHT things, in your daughters interest, not the money making media things.

You now have the responsibility of a parent, just like any other parent all over the world. The first thing that kids need is parents who love them and set a high priority on family values.

Love her. Comfort Danny when she cries, feed her when she's hungry, change her when she's wet or dirty, correct her when she's wrong, stand by her when she's right. Don't be afraid to say no and have rules, consistency and discipline. Discipline does not have to be harsh, it just needs to be consistent as does sticking to the rules. Kids need routines and boundries. Routines, rules and boundries give children a much better comfort zone than the child that doesn't have them.

Kids also need thier family, I would urge you to try very hard to work things out with her grandmother, Vergie, and any aunts, uncles, cousins and other relatives of her mothers. They are her family too. Danny Lynn needs to know them and you need thier support.

In your situation, I would also urge you to get out of the media and get some peace and quiet and get to know your daughter.

Don't let the money go to your head. Money isn't everything. Trust me I know. I certainly wish I had more, but it won't replace my family. Money can't replace the fantastic relationship I have with my children, husband and extended family and friends and that is what's most important.

One other thing, a word of wisdom from my Grandma. Every kid needs a dog. A dog that will follow them around and be their buddy, sleep with them, lick their tears away when they cry, jump up and down with joy when they get home, play with games with them in the yard, like fetch, keep away and romp with me, sleep with them at night, and just be the friend that no one else could ever be.

If you ever need any other advice, leave a comment here. I'll be glad to help, and I don't want anything in return but knowing I was here to help.

Well, I figure it's time to git back to the business of running for president.

Tonight we're gonna tackle them irritatin folks that keep swimmin accros the Rio Grande and trying to sneak into our great country.

I look at it like this, the good ole USA is full of immigrants, most of mine got here by the water method, although they had the good sense to take a boat.

It plain as the nose on yer face that we ain't gonna get'em to stay home so we need a new plan.

Here's what I'd do.

We're gonna get a couple of FEMA trailers from the Katrina folks, and turn'em into offices. We're gonna equip them with cameras, scanners, computers, Q-tips, tweezers and little test tube thingys that got lids.

Then we're gonna stick them new border patrol agents in the new offices and we're gonna open up for the business of lettin anybody in that wants to come.

But they gotta come thru the FEMA, Katrina, Immigration office. We'll get thier name, (they can lie about that ifn they want cuz we're gonna get some nose hairs fer DNA evidence), mugshot, to be used on a permanent ID, fingerprints, tweeze a couple a hairs outta thier nose & get a big ole glob of spit outta thier mouth for DNA. An I spose that since we're given them an ID, we gotta give a number, kinda like a social security number. But we'll have a different system. It'll start with a g if yer a girl and b if yer a boy, then the country ya was born in, then we'll just start out with number 1 and run with it.

Then we'll give'em thier new American ID with a list of rules.

1. Learn to speak English.
2. Get a job.
3. Stay outta trouble,
4. If you get in trouble, we'll ship ya to Iraq or one of them there other countries over there that I can't spell. It'll take a long time to swim back and the desert landscape would look like home.
5. All ya'll and yer kiddies won't be gettin no welfare or SS right off the bat either. Bring money. I ain't handin out no free rides.

This should work pretty slick, we'll have thier name, ID number, mug shot, DNA & fingerprints so if they git in trouble we won't have no trouble figuring out who they is. We won't have to hire more folks to hunt them up so we can ship them home and they'll do all them jobs none of us want cuz most of us already have 2 or 3 jobs anyway, tryin to support ourselves and all them illegal money suckin aliens.

Janelle For President,
Co VP candidates
Blue, aka Mrs. Evil Genius
Kayecee, mistress of the Universe
Melhi Ink, looking for a figure head job

This is my baby. Ruby June. She goes to work with me at the veterinary hospital every day and goes just about every where else I go. I took this picture in 06 after the Nebraska Cornhuskers beat Michigan in the bowl game.
A friend of ours is a Michigan fan and gave us the hat as a gag gift, so I gave her a picture after the game.
janelle

I bleed husker red.

ps, her eyes are brown, I just never fixed the photo, makes her look like a crazed husker.