Yeah, I know, for some inexplicable reason this year it has shifted to the 18th. Why? I dunno. I'm sure it was explained to me at some point when I sat in the accountant's office and did my yearly tax marathon, but such information has since went right through the sieve.  MORE Mojo! »

Umm, okay, so Life With Mojo is not ALWAYS the meadow-skipping fantasy she would like you to believe.

Monday, I caught a fish. Nothing special, just a small-mouth bass, perhaps a foot long. Mojo only catches fish when she plans on eating them--some sort of soppy thing about not respecting them properly if you just catch and release them for "fun"; I dunno, she's weird that way--but this fish was big enough for eatin' so Mojo wrapped it in a garbage bag (she keeps them in her backpack in case she gets lost in the woods--handy things to have) and brought it home and threw it in the bathtub.

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...That was before I came home to do a trash run (yes I can hear your envious gasps from here) to find that the Wood Guy called and he's delivering five cords of firewood sometime today. I won't be home, but out here in the sticks when you know each other (and especially know WHERE YOU LIVE, and many people own GUNS) he just comes and randomly dumps a thousand bucks' worth of firewood in the driveway and assumes we're good for it. And we are--we'll stop by his house sometime next week with the cash.  MORE Mojo! »

SO much to do! Right now I am compiling my shopping list for the various pipes and fixtures I will need to install the new well pump. I'm shooting for this weekend, and I'm hoping this time I can keep the "gosh darn it I need to run back to the hardware store for that" trips to a minimum.

I am also putting the finishing touches on a fun project that pertains to my love of ALL THINGS ELLA. As in Ella Fitzgerald, Pudding Brain. Not that I ever had anything against Ella Grasso. I even met her once when she came to the wrong door at our high school while we were rehearsing a play, and my friends and I conducted her and her husband through the auditorium and backstage so they could get to where they wanted to go (it was after hours and the janitors had put up those cagey barriers). She was very nice and said "Thank you." Unlike today, where apparently you get points for interrupting people and being rude.

Those are the only two Ellas I can think of offhand. But when Mojo says "Ella" you should put your money on the WORLD FAMOUS INCREDIBLY WONDERFUL JAZZ SINGER before any other comers, including the late Ms. Grasso. Whom I've never heard sing, so I cannot comment on her ability to scat.

I could comment on MY ability to scat, but that would cause all of you to stop worshiping me. And we can't have that now, can we?

Oh, and this morning I received my first forwarded email warning me that my cell phone will set my arm on fire. It makes me feel special that people will forward these things to me without bothering to check on them first. Thank you for your concern, though, it means a lot. Amusingly according to Snopes some versions of this cell phone email now claim that "SNOPES SAYS IT'S TRUE!" or words to that effect. Ahhh, the Circle of Life.

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Yeppers, here's your chance to add to the pot! Or the kitty. Or the can. Whatever.

If you wish to donate money specifically to the Can o' Loot (that means the big pot that's going to charity, so Mojo won't get her grimy paws all over it), click on the button below.  MORE Mojo! »

But Mojo DESERVES to be extra-lazy, since she spent the extra-long weekend stacking firewood. Lots 'n' lots of firewood. She is almost happy with her stash. I have a woodshed that fits about five rows of stacked wood, and we historically go through about four rows a season. Each row is a foot shy of a full cord. I now have three and a half rows stacked and out of the rain, with a purty big pile of maybe another cord cut and split still out in the yard ready for stacking. (If you have nothing better to do....)  MORE Mojo! »

Found out what was wrong with the chainsaw.

Ethanol gas.

If you're not Crazy Professional Chainsaw User and you let it sit for a season, apparently ethanol is not a good thing to have sitting and mellowing in your little two-stroke engine.  MORE Mojo! »

So the other week I got a threatening postcard from the Nielson people. You know, the people who want to know what you're watching on television. In this postcard they announce that they are going to CALL ME sometime in the future for some reason. Why, I don't know. I have certainly never had anything to do with them, nor do I want to.  MORE Mojo! »

I'm sitting here watching the fluffy local news (yeah, like the national is any better, but I digress) and as usual they feel the need to waste Mojo's valuable time with filler stories on how much people spend on Valentine's Day.

How much does Mojo and her Favorite Husband spend on V-Day? Answer: Zero. Nada. Zilch. Not that we don't Love Each Other, heaven forfend. We just don't seem to follow society's mandates when it comes to showing it.

I have never ever EVER ascribed to the disturbingly pedophilic weirdness that is the Love Is... comic strip--even when I was a child I thought it was vaguely disturbing, let alone nowadays when THIS one just sort of leaves me with my jaw dropping--but our LUV also does not include the usual stuff--flowers, candy, etc.  MORE Mojo! »

Like many sites, Mojo has Google ads. Most sites do. If you click on them, Mojo gets a tiny bit of money. Mojo is NOT insisting you click on her ads just to give her money, however. That would be Wrong.

Why would it be wrong? Because when you click on them, the reason why Mojo gets money is because the people who own the ad get charged. Sometimes it's a few cents, sometimes it's a few bucks. It all depends on how they set up their ad campaign. So if you clicked on the Google ads just to make Mojo some money it is at the expense of the advertisers.

But do you know what Mojo does, knowing how the Google ads work? Sometimes when she is on some other site, she sees an ad for something she REALLY CAN'T STAND. A person or a service that really should go straight to heck 'n' tarnation as far as Mojo is concerned. Like telemarketers, or spammers, or those ripoff survey sites ("fill out a form and win a FREE LAPTOP!") or vanity publishers or other such scamsters. Mojo always clicks on their ads. Not because she is interested in their useless crap, but to cost them the whopping dime or quarter or fifty cents or a dollar the click just cost them.  MORE Mojo! »