What's up with runaway kangaroos?

First there was Roo. Now there is Kanga. LLamas I've seen and heard of, but how many people own kangaroos as pets? How the hell are they escaping? MT - maybe Mr. Snuff could be tied in to this story somehow.

Poor kangas - they're wandering much further today than they should. And now they can't find their way back to three acre wood. So help them if you can because they've got to get back to the house at pooh corner by 1... to count all the bees in the hive, chase all the clouds in the sky.

Well, if you know this song at least it's not a horrible one for me to get stuck in your head.

The Streets of Laredo

Freakin Rican has given me the impetus to write a post. I've been lagging due to my first brief being due to the WI Supreme Court on Monday. Anyways, When I was a kid, I had a nutty music teacher who loved John Denver and Johnny Cash, and she made us sing this wacky old song called "Streets of Laredo" which I guess Johnny Cash sang at one point too. As any 4th or 5th grader would, we all would get all amped and snicker whenever she had us sing this one cuz we would get to say both the word "breast" and "gay" - a 4th graders dream come true. Anyways Freakin's post made me remember this song - although not an honest to god cowboy, it looks like the song has come to life once again. Pobrecito - got shot in the breast and he knew he must die.

Another headscratching Sitemeter foray

I haven't posted anything since last Friday. And yesterday I got 40 visits (a way over the top all-time high for me - shoot I don't think I even know 40 people). What's up with that? Not that I mind it of course - no videos, no giraffes, no ricancitos, and still I'm famous.