[My] Life in Wisconsin

A Rodent For Repast!

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And finally!!!! ...
Our Thanksgiving meal is secured!

YAY! (I was worried there for a while)...

There is a bittersweet end to this varmint. Meal for him, meal for us! How cool is that? And hopefully his family will read this, and see what will happen should they decide to enter my home! Din Din Morris!

I believe I might have even slept past 1:37 this morning had my cell phone not kept continually reverberating with a new text message for me... After I crawled out of bed- (ok, 'off of couch') I checked the text... It was from Jenne, and said simply, "Happy Thanksgiving!"

And really Folks, that is enough Thanksgiving wishes for me! Although I thank you all for them, I have received a thousand reminders that I need to find something to be thankful for or I am unpatriotic or even un~Christian- Hence, un~American... (The thought itself brings on a whole slew of attitude for me)! After all, being Indian, how much more 'American' can one get?

And yet, that said, George Carlin begs to differ...

Across my desk from Cousin Buttercup aka "Nishgiggles"...
George Carlin on Indians.....

"Now the Indians. I call them Indians because that's what they are. They're Indians. There's nothing wrong with the word 'Indian'.

First of all, it's important to know that the word Indian does not derive from Columbus mistakenly believing he had reached 'India.'
India was not even called by that name in 1492; it was known as "Industan".
More likely, the word Indian comes from Columbus's description of the people he found here. He was an Italian, and did not speak or write very good Spanish, so in his written accounts he called the Indians:
"Una gente in Dios."
(Translated): "A people in God."
In God. In Dios.
Indios. Indians.
It's a perfectly noble and respectable word.

As far as calling them 'Americans' is concerned, do I even have to point out what an insult this is? -----
We steal their hemisphere, kill twenty or so million of them, destroy five hundred separate cultures, herd the survivors onto the worst land we can find, and now we want to name them after ourselves? It's appalling!

Haven't we done enough damage?
Do we have to further degrade them by tagging them with the repulsive name of their conquerors?
You know, you'd think it would be a fairly simple thing to come over to this continent, commit genocide, eliminate the forests, damup the rivers, build our malls and massage parlors, sell our blenders and whoopee cushions, poison ourselves with chemicals, and let it go at that. But no. We have to compound the insult.

...I'm glad the Indians have gambling casinos now. It makes me happy that dimwitted white people are losing their rent money to the Indians.
Maybe the Indians will get lucky and win their country back.
Probably wouldn't want it...
...Look at what we did to it." ...end quote...
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Amusing? True? (Again, "bittersweet")...
I do not know whether Mr. Carlin actually has penned these words...
Irregardless, it reflects many points...
"Food For Thought" if you will...
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"Food"? (Did somebody say "FOOD")????
Mmmmmm-
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Oh, and just so you know... I DO hate all of your entries that bespeak of your many recipes and references to food... (They always make my stomach growl).
And that would be funny enough if I didn't have a pup at my feet that, every now and then 'growls' in her sleep. (And no, my feet don't stink)!?! hehehe...
I have taken to growling back at her- I do not know whether she wakes or not, but she will definitely try to keep it up then. How fun!
Punkins sister, Sadie, even made the newspaper- Being the 'daughter' of a photographer, she is featured as the 'salesdog' for Coleman Pillows for ShopKo! And so, Miss Milly has birthed a celebrity!
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(Maybe if I buy one of those pillows, Punk will sit pretty on it too)?
Do ya think?
(Me neither).
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And so begins my day for me... I shall have to go surf the 'www' for some special "Recipes for Rodent flesh" now.
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Have a wunnaful, warm, and cozy day!
XOXO
Anne