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Once again, my badge is draped in black.
Once again, a member of my family has fallen.
Once again, I am reminded of how much this world continues to change…maybe not for the better.
Once again, The Bone will be silent.

Jarrod B. Shivers
Chesapeake Police Detective
Killed in the Line of Duty
01/17/2008

I don’t know about all of you but I am a little sick and tired of finding e-mails in my inbox warning of the insidiousness of Barack Obama’s church and their hidden agenda. He is a member of the United Church of Christ (UCC), as am I, and just a tiny bit of research would disspell a great deal of the filth that is being spewed in those e-mails.

Here is a link to some truth from the UCC’s official website dealing with those ridiculous e-mails. Do yourselves a favor and read it. Read it all the way through. If you are going to have an opinion, at least let it be an informed one.

By the way, this is not an endorsement for Obama. The Bone has yet to decide which candidate to endorse. This is, however, an endorsement for TRUTH…always and forever.

Blatantly stolen from Below the Eight, who blatantly stole it herself!!

Can’t seem to keep your resolutions? How about making “Anti-Goals” instead? Things you intend NOT to do. How cool is that?

My Anti-Goals for 2008

1. Paint my house a wonderfully fluorescent glorious shade of pink.

2. Get up at 4:30 a.m. every morning and run five miles before going to work.

3. Write The Complete Authorized Biography of Paul Harvey (with illustrations).

4. Start a rescue for feral cats.

5. Buy a Yugo…with real American money.

6. Enroll the pups in ballet classes…then join and go with them.

7. Find Jimmy Hoffa.

8. Replace all of my silverware with wooden spoons. {You really have to know me to get this}

9. Sing God Save the Queen on a bridge over the river Kwai while riding a camel backwards.

10. Use semicolons everyday in as many documents as possible…since they are so very useful.

Okay, your turn!!

There is sadness here at Smurf Village as the ugliness that is breast cancer has claimed the life of one of our dispatchers. Deborah Nichols left us in the early morning hours yesterday at the tender age of 40. This photo stands in memoriam in our lobby…

Please keep her family, friends, and co-workers in your prayers as they struggle through this difficult time, especially here at the holiday season.

I was reminded of a piece I once saw on one of The Gaither Homecoming shows. Perhaps you have seen it too. If not, you will most certainly be moved by this most powerful performance by Mr. Wintley Phipps.

Oh yes they do too! You, Miss Thing, kept after me to give up my boycott and watch the Twinklers. So, tonight I relented and what happened? A big bunch of CRAP happened. That’s what happened. No Cheetah Girl and apparently no Spice Girl either. Looks like a male dominance ploy to me! What a farce!

Harumph! Now I’m mad all over again…no, I think I’m even madder than I was before. I’m going to bed now to dream evil dreams. Shame on you Deb. Cousin or no cousin…shame, shame, shame.

Now I’ve stayed up way past my bedtime so I’m pretty sure that means that I’m fixing to turn into a gourd of some sort so I’ve really gotta go now. How wonderful…crappy finale and unknown gourds…yeehaw!

xoxoxo

I hate the war and everything about it…

…but…

…I love our people and I want them to come home. Remember them and be thankful.

I’m thinking, okay, these things have freaked me out lately so I figured I would share them with you guys. Yep, here goes:

Driving down the road. Driving. Driving. Look over in the lane next to me and what do I see? Dude riding a motorcycle and smoking a cigarette. Uh huh. Riding a motorcycle. Smoking a cigarette. Leisurely smoking a cigarette…as in slow drag, nonchalantly blow the smoke out of your mouth, hold the cigarette in one hand, ride the motorcycle. How cool is that? I don’t know…maybe it was just me but I was mesmerized. {**Disclaimer: The Surgeon General has said that cigarette smoking is hazardous to your health and the Bone in no way endorses sucking cancer sticks whether while riding motorcycles or not.}

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Just recently, a training bomb fell off a fighter jet during a training exercise over Virginia Beach. The fake bomb hit an occupied warehouse type of building but it didn’t do any damage (other than denting the building) and no one was hurt.

Okay. So. This is what the Navy had to say about that. You see, apparently, since there wasn’t any real damage done, this doesn’t qualify as what they would consider to be an “Official Mishap”. Oh yeah. Really. I’m serious. This falls under the category of, “TFOA” which is also known as, and I am not kidding here, “things falling off aircraft”. You cannot be serious!!! We are supposed to be the mightiest military in the world and we have a category of military training faux pas’ entitled “things falling off aircraft”? How bizarre…read the sad proof here.

So, what’s on the tube tonight? I’m buggin’ out on the twinklers. Yep, still stewin’ over last week’s travesty. Come on ABC…admit you screwed up somewhere, call a “do over”, put Sabrina back where she belongs, and let’s get back to “Jigglin’ with the Twinklers”. Otherwise? I’m checking out TVLand.

Please tell me there was a glitch somewhere. There has to have been. How could Sabrina have been voted off? How? I am beyond shocked. Beyond words.

I’ve been conspicuously absent lately because I’ve been spending time with a terrible, awful, very bad cold that has not been very nice to me. I’ve been spending lots of time cuddled up under blankets on my chocolate bar (aka the couch…looks like a really big, really fluffy chocolate bar). Unfortunately, I haven’t felt much like blogging or bone collecting or anything else really. My apologies.

I do want to let you all know that my Pops is having surgery tomorrow morning for an impingement in his shoulder. We have to be at the hospital in Norfolk at 6am, as in IN THE MORNING, as in BEFORE THE SUN COMES UP. Good Lord. Oh well. I’ll be there. No way am I going to let them cut on my Pops without me kissing his little bald head first. Nope, not gonna happen. He is scheduled to spend the night and then should go home the next day. I’ll let you all know how it goes.

Now, on to Jigglin’ with the Twinklers…

My pick to go home tonight is Jane unfortunately. I am actually at a point in the show when I don’t want anyone to go home but go home they must. She was simply way over her head last night and could not keep up with the tempo of her song. It was sad because I have so enjoyed her but I think her time has come.

I think Marie will not be far behind her mainly because I think everyone is scared to death that she is going to take another header and no one wants to see that happen again. Once was more than enough to scare the collective CRAP out of all of us. I have to admit I was watching her extra closely as well. I just want her to be okay.

Sabrina is still my pick to take the whole thing but I had to agree with Len and Bruno last night that her Foxtrot was a bit strong and choppy. It wasn’t the gentle fluid Foxtrot I enjoy but it was still awesome to watch.

My encore? Mel and Maks. Obviously. Who wouldn’t pick them. How awesome. They totally deserved that perfect score. Mel will give Sabrina a run for her money but I don’t think she will be able to catch her. For your enjoyment, Mel & Maks…