SOME STORIES JUST REEK OF THE ESSENCE OF FLORIDA
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She's just trying to prolong her 15 minutes of fame.
Posted by: Auntie M | November 24, 2007 at 09:36 AM
Huh. All I get is Comcast telling me to upgrade my browser.
But then, I could be suffering from lack of sleep due to VERY VOCAL CATTLE!!! (So much for the peace and quiet of the country)
Posted by: slyeyes | November 24, 2007 at 09:38 AM
"...a man she lives with in the mouth." Tight living quarters can lead to friction.
Posted by: CJrun | November 24, 2007 at 09:40 AM
sly-go eat a hamburger in front of them--as a warning. That might shut them up!
Posted by: Auntie M | November 24, 2007 at 09:42 AM
i have a hyper and vocal puppy that is about the size of a small sectional sofa. i feel you, sly.
Posted by: nora | November 24, 2007 at 09:49 AM
I like Auntie M's idea. Go one further a put up a
"BURGER KING-COMING SOON" sign in the front yard. The bovine b@stards will move on.
Posted by: Igloo | November 24, 2007 at 10:04 AM
How quickly we morphed into the Cow Thread - I LOVE this blog.
Mornin' Sly!
Posted by: daisymae | November 24, 2007 at 10:05 AM
*igloo corrals wayward nd, sends to previous post.*
Must have more coffee.
Posted by: Igloo | November 24, 2007 at 10:05 AM
Well, daisy, cows are kind of like women who were on "The Bachelor". Lots of mooing, not much in the way of motivation to do anything but stand around and look pretty....
Posted by: Auntie M | November 24, 2007 at 10:15 AM
daisymae, thanks for the simul.
YEEEHAAAWW!!
Posted by: Li'l Abner | November 24, 2007 at 10:17 AM
um... cows ain't purdy. just an opinion. cheerleaders is usually purdy. cows, not so much so.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | November 24, 2007 at 10:32 AM
I didn't even bother sending it in as I knew Dave would be all over this one.
For sly: Former 'Bachelor' contestant arrested.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | November 24, 2007 at 10:36 AM
No heat in my apt. last night. I'd have loved to be next to that cow, for warmth, of course. Handcuffs a definite plus.
Posted by: JEC666 | November 24, 2007 at 10:44 AM
The story suggests that she might have reeked of something else, too.
Good mooooooorning, folks.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | November 24, 2007 at 10:59 AM
Is it possible to type the words "professional bass fisherman" with a straight face?
Posted by: Christine Kimball | November 24, 2007 at 11:06 AM
in florida it is! and alabama, and mississippi, and parts of louisiana. christine, i'm suspecting you might not live in the south??
Posted by: nora | November 24, 2007 at 11:09 AM
The story froze my computer up twice also. I thought it was a conspiracy...it's a Cumcast story, and I'm a Verizzzzon guy. I'll get more coffee while you form these words into proper sentences.
Posted by: WayneHere | November 24, 2007 at 11:14 AM
"professional bass fisherman" Man, that must be ruff work. Take a whole lot of them to make a good days wages.
Posted by: GungaDan | November 24, 2007 at 11:21 AM
Christine, didn't see your post. I did not mean to encroach. My bad.
Posted by: GungaDan | November 24, 2007 at 11:28 AM
Me thinks there's something fishy about this story. I think the bass fisherman had a largemouth.
mwahaha
Posted by: casey | November 24, 2007 at 11:34 AM
I think I figured out why the cows are so vocal. My daughter and I were on an errand on the other side of town and noticed the police had set up a road block. Cows had escaped and were strolling down the road. The cows out here must have been talking about the local bovine moooooooooovement. They also seem to be doing a lot of pacing.
Posted by: slyeyes | November 24, 2007 at 11:50 AM
How 'bout them Tampa Cheerleaders? If they're not dukein' it out trailer-trash style, they're... um...,"vacationing on the isle of lesbos" in a ladies room at some dive bar.
Where do they find these women?
& more importatly, where can I get an introduction??
Posted by: lurker | November 24, 2007 at 11:54 AM
It could have been worse, she could have thrown a can of gravy at him...
Posted by: ellie | November 24, 2007 at 12:05 PM
*dusts off old line to tie thread back together*
She was proposed to on tv? I guess it's really true - diamonds are for heifers.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 24, 2007 at 12:13 PM
sleyes- check to see if your webrowser accepts javascript.
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 24, 2007 at 01:20 PM
All I get is Comcast telling me to upgrade my browser
This is annoying and lame. If they're going to put checks like this in their code, they need to keep up with the market. They apparently haven't heard of SeaMonkey. slyeyes, click the "you can still access Comcast.net" link towards the bottom, then go back and click the story link again.
"...a man she lives with in the mouth." Tight living quarters can lead to friction. *Snork*, CJ.
Posted by: danceswithvowels | November 24, 2007 at 01:48 PM
so ms. delgado was the 'one who got away'?
"i almost caught a cheerleader whose ramparts were this big!"
"she got away?"
"yeah. restraining order."
Posted by: insomniac | November 24, 2007 at 02:01 PM
This is why I stay from reality - TV or otherwise.
Posted by: Punkin "I have constant baby puke on me" Poo | November 24, 2007 at 02:04 PM
away.
AWAY from reality...
(stupid butter coated fingers)
Posted by: Punkin Poo | November 24, 2007 at 02:05 PM
psst...Punkin - it's snot your fault - blame the baby...or a squirrel.
Also, MAJOR MAJOR true happy happy thanksgiving day to you!
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 24, 2007 at 02:07 PM
Punkin I agree, like winning a million bucks can be considered reality.
Posted by: Mot The Hoople | November 24, 2007 at 02:10 PM
... was taken into custody just after midnight Wednesday on a battery charge
And the so-called UN does nothing!
She gave her name as Maribel Liliana Delgado. A telephone listing for the pair could not be found
It would be unusual for them to have separate numbers, no?
Posted by: danceswithvowels | November 24, 2007 at 02:23 PM
Sly - at least they were roamin' free...you know what they say about 'happy' cows!
(alert viewer of the "Happy Cows" commercials)
Posted by: daisymae | November 24, 2007 at 02:47 PM
I like a girl with a bit of spunk.
Posted by: SW | November 24, 2007 at 03:24 PM
Ew, SW. And on a holiday weekend, too! LOL.
Posted by: DeskDiva | November 24, 2007 at 03:43 PM
Upbeat worms
They been jigglin' with upbeat squirms
'Til now they never had a backyard high
I'll bet their mother nevatode them why
I'm gonna try for some upbeat worms
They been livin' in their loam-filled berms
As long as any worm with double puds
And now they're looking for some extra grubs
There in the mud...
Posted by: SW | November 24, 2007 at 03:50 PM
slyeyes, the cows are probably so vocal because it's weaning season. Usually, sometime between Sept. and Nov. calves are taken away from their mothers and the next 72-96 hours are incredibly noisy. The pacing you described also tells me this might be the case.
If they haven't stopped in 3-4 days shoot 'em.
Posted by: blurk | November 24, 2007 at 04:01 PM
That was the only Bachelor I got my husband to watch because he knew Byron.
It will be interesting to see if Byron shows up on ESPN's coverage of the B.A.S.S. with a fat lip!
And, yes I "get" to watch because my husband actually grew up fishing with Aaron Martens who won the Angler of the Year a few years back. (sigh)
Posted by: kristie | November 24, 2007 at 04:06 PM
...I see magic profiles near the heart of a luminous pine-tree...
Yo, Francesco Spambaldy - I've spent the last 5 hours near the heart of a pine tree trying to get the dang thing to stand up in my living room. It ain't luminous - it's sappy.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 24, 2007 at 04:12 PM
Sly - give the momma cows beer and crank a radio for the babies and they'll settle down faster. If that doesn't work, try boxed wine and tv. For you AND the cows.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 24, 2007 at 04:16 PM
AAAHHHHH! The bad existential poetry guy is back. My rebuttal:
Listening to the
sound of a delicate
cow, and recalling
some chick, I see
magically arrested
after her 15 minutes
are up;
the sirens fade
away, the cares of
the blog describes
off topic topics and
never in silence,
our beautiful gravy
flies through the sky.
snork@ blurk (I'm still wearing Kevlar from last night)
Posted by: Auntie M | November 24, 2007 at 04:35 PM
*snork* @ Auntie M, aka "Auntie-Sp@m."
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 24, 2007 at 04:45 PM
*snork* @ Auntie M, aka "Anti-Sp@m."
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 24, 2007 at 04:45 PM
grrr....
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 24, 2007 at 04:46 PM
*Thinks Sly won't get any sleep till the cows come home*
Posted by: Edgar Greenberg | November 24, 2007 at 08:46 PM
*snork at blurk*
The weaning makes sense. I've had wine and don't hear them now. Coincidence?
Posted by: slyeyes | November 24, 2007 at 08:47 PM
aww man...Mary!! and I thought you guys would make it...
*snif*
Posted by: Siouxie | November 25, 2007 at 10:26 AM