I totally forgot to put the latest kitchen update here last week. We finally got a plumber to come to the house thanks to our wonderful neighbor who works for the water department.

The sink, faucet and dishwasher were installed last Tuesday. Oddly, it started leaking over the weekend and the garbage disposal wouldn’t work. I poked around and tightened everything I could and it still leaked. So I tightened some more. The plumber came back this morning to fix it and of course there was no leak and the disposal is working fine.

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 8 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

There are 1,055,889 people in the U.S. with the first name Lisa. Not too commonplace huh? Thanks Mom and Dad.

Stinking Bluberd, this thing says you are the only one in the US with your name. That can’t be true.

Making everyone feel more unique is my associate who shares her name with a mere 379 other people.

I just looked up Santorum, it says there’s nobody by that name in the United States. So now I know this thing is B.S., but it only counts humans so maybe it is accurate.?.?.

I sure picked the wrong month to join the self-portrait challenge. Everyone knows I need little encouragement to find or discuss my perceived flaws, however, taking a picture of them to illustrate my point is a nun of a different order. So with this month’s theme being imperfections my choice of subject matter is technically endless but what I’d actually shoot is minimal. 

As I sat here with my cup of coffee, huddled over my portable radiator chattering like a bum on a steam grate, I looked down at the boney knuckles sticking out of my fingerless gloves and thought, “you look like an idiot, good enough let’s go with it.”

So unless November is show us your receding hairline month, I hope to do better next time.

My dear associate has taken up studying Ayurveda which is wonderful and I’m very happy for her. In general this benefits me greatly as she whips up teas, sleeping potions and is putting together all sorts of supplements for me.

However, I woke this morning to find what appears to be a cup of Santorum waiting for me.

“It’s good for you” she says.

Uh, I’m not so sure about that.

The other night I received one of those annoying phone calls from some politician’s lackey asking if I’d be supporting their candidate in the upcoming election. In this case they were referring to Rick Santorum. Of course I’d sooner vote for tree fungus than for Santorum, however I didn’t want to get into a debate and politely replied to the caller with “I don’t think so.”

I assumed the response to this would be “okay, goodbye” or “why is that” but instead what I got was an earful of childish mockery. This ass, in the most snide, insulting, sniveling voice he could muster, repeated what I said twice and then hung up on me. This clearly reinforced the opinion I have of Santorum and any brain-damaged moron that supports him.

As a result of my encounter I have done a little Santorum hunting on the old web. Here are some fun things I’ve found:

More shirts can be found here:   http://www.extraugly.com/shirts/frothy.html 

Next up, from the blog “Spreading Santorum” comes this fabulous tidbit:

Definition:
Santorum

Now there’s is no humor in this next one at all!!! As a matter of fact I’m feeling a little queasy just thinking about it.

Your cigarette company sends you a birthday card?

Based on my good friend Gary’s advice, I ran out at lunchtime and got a tattoo before I had a chance to talk myself out of it.

Sorry Bluberd, I know we could have planned to get inked together, maybe next time.

So what do you think?

Well it’s my birthday, how exciting for me! I think this photo from my 25th birthday sums up my feelings today.