Monday, December 28, 2009

Not One Of "Brew's Crew".




It looks like T-Brew is going to get the Christmas miracle that he needed to save his fanny (and his job)... a contract extension. To say that I am dismayed is putting it mildly. Coach Brew has a big mouth, no results, and all together blows at coaching division 1 football.

I could do a better job recruiting, putting together an effective offensive line, and peaking local interest in the measly Gophs. Perhaps they missed my resume... perhaps I should have submitted one. After all, that would be my ultimate dream job. Head coach for my adorable Gophers. Lets just say I couldn't do much worse... 6-18 record in the big 10 since he started leading the little rodents. Lets just say that beating Indiana doesn't exactly cut the butter at this house... we need to annihalate Wisconsin, Iowa, Michigan, and The Ohio State.

I wont hold my breath. Seems to be up there with winning the powerball in my life's pipe dreams.

Back to manning my very important bowl game schedule. Gophs vs. Iowa State... not exactly on my excitement radar this year... Insight bowl... been there lost that.

Monday, December 21, 2009

She Couldn't Be... Could She?!?!

I am slightly convinced that Ms. Hannah Montana is (gasp) a liberal. She has spent the last 1/2 hr. growling at Fox News. She HATES dick Morris... Despises Karl Rove... and Loathes Sean Hannity. Have to admit, my sweet and spicy girl is funny. But, I am going to have to work on her political affiliation before the 2010 election... God knows I will register her to vote.

Monday, December 7, 2009

I Work With Nut Jobs Part 1.

I don't claim to be even remotely grounded or normal. In fact, just the opposite. I am fully aware that I am frivolous, ridiculous, naive, and indulgent. Every day is a parade... big floats, marching bands, someone throwing candy. Life is good. Some may say this puts me in an odd position to "labeling" my co-workers as nut jobs.

That is fine.

But, I disagree.

You see, take my co-worker, C., who brings her ukulele to work and sings her made up songs to anyone who will listen at the noon hour. Then asks if I can "lock" up her soprano ukulele in my locked desk to ensure it's safety. Mind you, this is the very same girl who reminds me of those scary actors on Yo Gabba Gab&a or Sesame Stre@t. You know the ones whose eyes become as large as dinner plates and the "fake" excitement is thicker than molasses in January when some purple dinosaur freak gives them a helping hand fixing their bike tire... that's my girl... did I mention the fact she is a truly brilliant genius yet socially awkward beyond belief.

She has a website... I am dying to know who sang her duet with her. If you want the link... let me know. I'm just not posting it here.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Just Keepin' It Real...

Today I officially tripped going up the stairs, slipped on some sawdust, ate it in the parking lot at work...

Here is to the first snow.

You think I would get better at this as time goes by...

Unfortunately, nope.

Still a first snow clutz...

Actually, I am graceful at all times...

People envy me.

Or so I tell myself when picking myself up from some slushy puddle at 9am.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Open Letter.

Dear Santa,
Would it be too much to ask that you bring me something from Harry Winston this year? I just know that you will come through for me again. You always have. I beleive in you!
Mistletoe,
Future House Queen.

Monday, November 16, 2009

What the Heck?!?!

Japan is instituting a policy to measure the waist lines of their workforce.

Great Britain is planning on printing their citizens carbon foot prints.

These are "shame tactics".

Intent on "shaming" their respective populous' of conforming to the new ideal.

What the heck...

On the American front...

The govt. plans to take over the US subway systems...

Govt. run healthcare will most likely become a reality.

We cannot even presume that the Fort Hood gunman is a terrorist.

Even when all signs point to "yes".

Can I hear an akbar allah?

That would be jumping to conclusions.

Mass Hysteria.

Racist.

However, I would not put it past PBO's administration to adopt the policies set forth by Japan and Great Britain.

It is only a matter of time before the government has its hands in everything... including our dietary choices... and announcing the fact that we forgot to bring our canvas bags to our local grocer...

Yet, Nadal Hassan is definitely not a terrorist... that fact has to be thoroughly examined.

What the heck!?!?!

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Desperately Seeking A Wig...

Yesterday I got the worst haircut of my entire life. My regular gal is out on Maternity leave... I saw her "friend". Her "friend" may as well have taken a pair of hedge clippers to my mane. I would post a picture... but I am quite vain. I will be getting it fixed asap... I am in the process of locating my gal... and perhaps making a house visit to have her fix me up. This is not good news. I hate haircuts... they give me anxiety for this very reason. My haircut is BAD! I AM SAD!

Monday, November 9, 2009

Best. Dog. Ever.



Dear Kota Boy,
Did you know that all the other Dog Mamas are jealous of me. Do you know why they are? All the other doggie mommies are jealous of me because you belong to me and not to them. That is why they all wish they were me... just for the chance to have you!
Love,
Mama FQ

Saturday, November 7, 2009

My So Called Life: Take 1

I found my David Yurman Charm in the vacum bag... Shocking. Luckily, it is no worse for the wear, and after a little windex that baby is good as new... and back around my neck... which is where I generally prefer it to be.

Freddie Prince Jr. has a new affinity for "snorting" pixie sticks when his drinking habit catches up with him. I think he regrets that he missed the entire experimental drug boat 7 years ago. Yes, I willingly choose to date the fool. No I do not join him in such tomfoolery. However, I am not going to reveal how he got such a sophomoric idea of a great time. That would just plain reveal to much information at this juncture.

I made 2 new friends at kinkos on Friday. I have plans to meet them at the Cheesecake factory for wine on Monday around 5ish. Who knew that one likes to go to the cheesecake factory for wine. Never mind, it will be fun. Yes, I make friends everywhere I go. No I am not worried about my safety. No I do not plan on telling my parents their ethnicity. If you are free and want to meet my new friends, Mary and Ray C., come on over... they are nearly as awesome as me. I plan on making them really popular... Mary has a go phone, because she continually loses hers... or drops it in her pedicure tub at Nails and Company. Ray C. works the counter at Kinkos. He is the biggest guy I have ever met, and I know Ryan Rothe.

My car is a disaster. It looks like a homeless person lives in it. I should really do something about this little issue... I just don't have the motivation to do so. If a raccoon accidentally got trapped in my fat ride, they may actually help me out... making it look a little better than it does right now!

And that my friends, is my so called life!

Friday, October 23, 2009

Trumped.

I have been trumped. No, not punked... trumped.

My mama is brilliant... genius.

She is going back to Washington.

She has been asked to testify before congress.

Obviously I am very proud of her.

She is, after all, my hero... or one of them.

I am also quite nervous.

She hates the C&C.

She thinks he is a cheeky little pr*ck.

I am quite confident that she will demand a copy of his birth certificate.

I am quite sure that she will make headline news when she does this.

You see, she is brilliant... but she is also painfully blunt.

She wont mince words.

She will straight out be Dr. Vicki.

She should. She is awesome.

However, the shrapnel leftover from her 5 minutes in infamy could be...

well, interesting.

Bottom line, she beat me to Washington.

She will give them hell.

She is Ms. Vicki.

Nobody ever tells her no... ever.

Somehow, I think she will walk away convincing the masses in her own way...

The best way I can think of... the Vicki way: Brutal honesty, no love for Ms. Pelosi and crew...

Good Luck Washingtonians!

You are going to need it!

She may look like Mary Poppins and your dear sweet granny...

But this lady... is tough as nails...

She will rip your argument apart faster than I can say flu shot.

Do not underestimate her.

She is a more than capable of taking on the entire house chamber...

With the aid of her super hero burberry satchel.

If I were you...

I would surrender before she checks into the Four Seasons in Georgetown.

Ladies and Gentleman... She is that good.

She is after all, my Mama!

I come from good stock!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Annoyed. Officially.

I am annoyed.

I probably woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

I hate it wehn it rains.

I hate it when it rains and my pants get all wet at the bottom.

I hate wearing wet pants.

I hate the current selection in the candy jar.

I hate Salted Nut Rolls.

I hate Mounds.

I hate 3 Musketeers.

I miss the Twizzlers.

I miss the Sunshine.

I miss the Jolly Ranchers.

I miss the Starbursts.

Heck, I even miss the Butterfinger Crisps at this point.

I should have eaten breakfast.

This Blows.

I am annoyed.

Why is it that nobody over the age of 40 can pick out a decent candy??

Why are my pant legs soaking wet... again.

I hate today. And I don't see my attitude changing before 10a.


*** Things are looking up. I ordered some new hunter rain boots in honor of my hometown deciding to emulate Seattle weather. I also bought some hot tamales.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Rick James Is His Muse.



Makes you glad that there is such a thing as Planned Parenthood, Ortho Tri-Cyclen Lo, and Lifestyle Condoms. If this was my brother, I would put myself up for adoption. If this was my kid... I would purchase the local watering hole and drown my sorrows there. This kid will inevitably end up in jail. I hope his parents don't bail him out... ever. He is mad. The little brother, my hero. Don't you wish you had thought of this when your siblings were having a total meltdown?!?! This is precisely the sort of thing that only kids miss out on. Sibling rivalry, torture, and humiliation. We are all better for it.

This kid on the other hand... I don't think there is hope for him. He was born a total IMO loser. This video, however, is nothing short of beautiful.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Afghanistan.

While the nation is seemingly at war with each other over health care reform, we have forgotten that we are in a "real" war (or 2). Today 30+ lawmakers are meeting with PBO at the White House to discuss different avenues in Afghanistan. Don't you just love it! The commanding Gen. Stanley McChrystal is incapable to draft a proper plan to win this thing... and kick some Taliban ass... here comes "congress" to save the day. Phew. I am willing to bet my inheritance on the fact that these law makers have no idea what it is like being a solider in an active war. Instead of worrying about "our guys" they worry about the rights of the bat sh*t crazy terrorists who, if given the chance would blow away you, me, and Sen. I heart tablecloths and Rep. make love not war without hesitation. Instead of worrying about our soldiers safety, they worry about how the world sees the United States, writing an almost laughable rules of engagement memo to be handed out to every soldier protecting their backsides. Do not fire unless fired upon. So, even if you have UBL himself in your cross hairs, he has to point his AK-47 at you and pull the trigger before you can take the SOB out. Sounds like a winning strategy to me.

From my vantage point, the first one to fire was UBL and the Taliban (who choose to harbor this SOB... I hate them both)... apparently we have all forgotten what happened on a clear September day. Remember, over 2,500 of our civilians were murdered Rep. Politically correct. No need to wait. They engaged us. We did not invade their pathetic excuse of a nation without reason. After all, we are Americans. We are reasonable. We don't cut peoples heads off in the name of some higher power. No, that is not us. We don't run away from our problems. We face them. We don't run out of burning buildings... we run into them.

Please do not play politics as usual. Think of our soldiers first. Put them first for once. Health care reform can wait. National security cannot. Listen to those who know what is really going on. Put your ideologies aside. Shock us. Fight for those who are fighting for you, me and our Commander in Chief.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Sophomoric Humor Humors Me.

Sometimes I truly enjoy paging ficticious characters in public places. My siblings also enjoy this little game. Sometimes the poor soul in charge of the PA system catches on. More often they don't. But bet your bottom dollar that someone else who witnesses this sort of tom foolery does indeed. And it makes them chuckle. Their impish grins and my siblings gut splitting laughter is what keeps me going. Its official, Peter pan and "Mary Kate" will never grow up!

Some of my all time favorites:

* Oliver Klozoph
* Mike Hunt (this one is quite naught & should be done only after 9pm)
* Mr. Period
* Harry Muff
* Ike Arumba
* Billy Goate
* Hugh Wacker
* Jim Nastic
* Ben Dover

**** Note****

These also make excellent names at restaurants when putting in your name. Hello, my name is Future House Queen, and I am in the 4th grade.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Food For Thought...

I am making dinner, and using my trusty Mac book as my BFF and step by step information giver via the pioneer woman... I also happen to have the news on in the background. I just overheard that President Barry has only spoken with the General in charge of the Afghanistan war once since taking office. He has traveled to LA to sit with Jay on the Tonight Show. Last week he was on Letterman. So, let me get this straight... our Commander in Chief thinks that guest appearances with late night comedians is far more pressing of an issue than speaking with those who are in charge of a war we are currently involved in??? Did someone switch my Adderall RX for crazy pills at Olson Brothers Pharmacy??? Sounds like someone in the administration has their priorities mixed up. Seriously?!?!? Is this a joke?!?!?!

Back to my Chicken... which could prove to be more of a disaster than the Afghan war. At least there is always salad and pudding pops... one could survive for months on salad and pudding pops... I know... I have done this many times in my life. Well, throw in hot tamales and skittles and you pretty much have my 4 food groups covered.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

From Russia With Love.





In today's Minneapolis Star Tribune sports section, an article was written about the Wayzata football quarterback. It is a story of ordinary miracles, family, and triumph. Read the article here

However, there is another story that was not written. One about a different Sasha. A Sasha who was also born in far away Russia to a woman I do not know... but I do love her. She has given me the greatest gift this world has blessed me with thus far. She gave me a little brother. Someone to watch over. Someone to hang out with and pontificate the meaning of life sixteen year old style. This gift, my brother, is now thriving in the midst of 10th grade at Edina High School. Today, he does not go by the name, "Sasha". He is Alex, or more affectionately, Bugly, little man, punk, brother, son.

Alex was all conference for the Edina High School alpine ski team this past year as a freshman. He spends nearly every moment in the cold winter months at Highland Hills, braving the cold with a smile not only on his face, but in his heart. Skiing is his passion, and he truly excels at it. It is his master craft. After all, how many freshman achieve all conference status. While we, his family, think of him as the next Bode... but better, it is not his skiing talent that makes this kid special. It is his heart.

Alex is the single kindest person I have ever met. He has been blessed with a sweet soul. I have yet to see him in a bad mood. Seriously. If there was somebody I wish to be more like, it is him. He is a living example to all who meet him on how to be a little kinder, a hard worker, and a little more honest. This kid is a star on and off the ski slope, the MSHSL alpine books document his achievements between the gates. Unfortunately, they do not keep records of his contribution to his family, friends, and community. He is a quiet leader. He leads not through inspiring speeches and grand gestures, but through example. He has signed up to be a small group leader at his church for middle school kids. He is selfless in every moment of his life. He is simply one in a million. I am fortunate to be able to call him brother.

The love and pride that I have for him is infinite. He has taught me more about compassion and love than any single other person ever has and probably ever will. I do not know who I would be today without his presence. He is that profound. Even at sixteen years young, this kid touches lives... and not just those in his immediate family. He has served as Jr. best man in a close friend's wedding. I watched from the groom's side with pride while he stood up for "our" friend. He believes in fair play even if it puts him at the disadvantage. He is a wonderful kid. There simply is no me without him. Actually, there would be no "family" without him. He made our blended family a family. No more his and hers... just a family. He is a gift. What we did to deserve him, I simply cannot comprehend. I stand in awe of my brother.

I am eternally grateful that a little boy born in Tomsk, Russia found a place to officially call home in Edina, Minnesota. I sit here and write this, and cannot help but to think about his birth parents. I know that if they met him today, they too would be proud. He is our own family miracle. He makes his entire family better human beings. He walks in love and friendship. He is my hero.

Alex,
I wish that I had 10 brothers just like you. You are the single most important soul I know. You have taught me that family is not about DNA... it is about love. You have shown me how to be a kinder, gentler, more loving, patient person. You have reminded me about the fun of being in high school. Enjoy your time Bug, it goes pretty fast. It is with great pride that I call you my favorite brother. (alright, so you are my only brother...details) You are amazing. I love you. You are now and always will be MY athlete of the week. Love you, little man.
Love from your favorite sister,
Future Queen of the House

"We witness a miracle every time a child enters into life. But those who make their journey home across time and miles, growing withing the hearts of those who wait to love them, are carried on the wings of destiny, and place among us by God's own hands."

Monday, September 14, 2009

Kanye Is A Jerk Part Deux.



Dear Taylor,
I don't own your CD... I got tired of Tim McGraw. You are not on my IPod playlist... I don't even know where it is at the moment. But that is another story entirely. However, apparently you beat out Mrs. Jay-Z last night for some sort of award in some sort of category for a great music video. I will go to youtube or CMT.com and check it out. I promise. I am sorry that Mr. West feels that not only does George Bush hate all black people, but he also feels that Beyonce made the greatest music video since Thriller and yours was just good. To be quite honest, I have not seen Beyonce's video, either. I don't know if it is "all that and a bag of chips" or not. This is what happens when you have to get a real job... you miss out on TRL (is that still on... man do I feel old...and I miss that hour of the day whiling away doing nothing awesome... which was awesome.) Anyways, I am sure that your super fab IPhone has been ringing off the hook today not only to congratulate you... but also to vent their disdain for Mr. West's unforgivable actions. Let me file neatly into the single file line, and do the same. He is a jerk. And, surprisingly, Beyonce was a class act. You should add her to your myspace top 8 today if you already didn't. Who knows? Maybe the two of you could go shopping at Kitson later this week and buy something I wish that I owned to bond over the embarrassing fiasco. I guess that the awards scene isn't really a place Mr. West belongs. At least he didn't call you a racist. At least you have the trophy. I bet Beyonce wishes that it was gracing her mantle and not yours tonight. Go ahead and snap a series of you holding your award and send it out to all your semi fabulous Hollywood friends and foes. You deserve it!
Kindest Regards,
Future Queen of the House.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Ski U Mah!



The best saturday I have had in a long long time. I am sick that my camera battery didn't charge... and thus I have no pictures... however, the memories from Sept. 12, 2009 will last a lifetime. Happy Birthday little man. Hope that your day was awesome. I cant think of a better way to celebrate than with a gopher win, a new stadium... a Minnesota Band T-shirt... and your 2 favorite sisters. Seriously, this has been the weekend ever. Bunny's on Friday, Gopher Mania Saturday, and a lazy sunday finished off with a couple of bootleggers at Interlachen. Perfect weather, good people, great times. Can't wait till next week... Come on Gophs... I know we can beat Cal.

Friday, September 11, 2009

9/11



Many Americans have forgotten exactly how this horrific day felt. We have once again settled into a state of complacency and ignorance. We have once again begun to take our liberty for granted. Remember the thousands whose lives were lost. Remember that these people were participating in the miracle of capitalism. They bought a plane ticket... they went to work... everything ran like clock work... because if it didn't, they would fail.

They hailed a taxi cab... which somebody drove... who reported to a shift manager... who reported to the owner of the taxi company, who probably thought that owning a taxi company would make a pretty good living for his family. They arrived on time to the airport, because if they didn't nobody would wait for them to catch up; they would simply miss the boat. They had to be responsible. They had to carry their own suitcases and destiny. They arrived at their desks on time, if they didn't they would be reprimanded and possibly let go. Somebody would surely fill their shoes. They printed off documents at their desks... they refilled the printer... all available because somebody started a paper mill... all because somebody started a lumber yard. They bought a breakfast sandwich on the go because they were hungry... because somebody thought that there was a need for a quick meal... and that somebody made it available. The circle continues...

Stop for a second and think about it... capitalism truly is a miracle... right down to the minute details of fast food and taxi cab rides and phone calls. Our very daily existence simply could not exist without the genius of capitalism. Could the government provide all of these things in the same timely manner with the same returns? Obviously, I am suspect. Admittedly, I am a capitalist.

Then, suddenly, our nation was under attack. The innocent made last phone calls to loved ones. They threw themselves out of towering infernos...taking their fate into their own hands one last time. Things drastically changed. We changed.

Did they change for the better? For a while, I believe that they did. But like all things, memories become faded and jaded. It became politics as usual. Change arrived in Washington. Change that our nation supposedly needed. They nation forgot how it felt that September morning. Instead of embracing the "change" of 9/11, we the people have collectively run from it. Once again, it is 9/11... and I do believe that our nation is under a different sort of attack.

The miracle of capitalism is under attack. I ask that you do not go quietly into the dark, but instead, stand up for our nation. After all, that is the American way. Instead of running out of burning skyscrapers, we run into them. Our brothers and sisters who died on this day who supported, celebrated, and lived the American dream, albeit probably without giving it much thought at the time, they were doing their job. They deserve to have their memories and their nation that they did indeed die for... and not on their own accord preserved for the true miracle it is. This nation was and is a miracle.

Let us remember those who so innocently perished 8 years ago today. Lets not fight not only for them, but for ourselves. Let us be courageous once again. Let us take control of our own destiny. My destiny is not controlled now or ever will be dictated by a bureaucrat in Washington. Do not let yours be shaped by them, either. Instead, I implore you to find your own way. Become a success yourselves. Take pride in what you do. Be accountable. This will be their legacy. The most inspirational and lasting tribute.

Send a message to those who choose to hate us for our ingenuity and prosperity. Do not fall victim to their maliciousness. Become even more inventive, set your bar higher. Prosper like you never dreamed... dream bigger, higher, faster, more often. See their hands, and raise them. Let us show them and the rest of the world that we are not Europeans, we are not Africans, we are not Australians, we are Americans. We dissociated with their ideologies 233 years ago... we must hold fast to the founding principles that have made us great. Why abandon them now? When we do this, we honor those who died, but also those who lived to see 9/12.

People say that miracles happen every day... I just bought a vitamin water and milk bones at the gas station, and could not be more thankful for or in awe of the miracle of capitalism.

This post was brought to you by the letters U, S, and A.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

A Forwarded Email Future House Queen Style.

I received this email as a forward today... well, most of it... I updated it to be more me.

o I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” and road construction routing option.

o More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.

o Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you could be wrong. Still, never admit defeat.

o I don’t understand the purpose of the line, “I don’t need to drink to have fun.” Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they’ve invented the lighter?

o Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you’re going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you’re crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.

o I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to pee my pants when I was younger.

o The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will always be ending a work email with the phrase “Regards”... its like playing roulette... who knows where your pointer finger will land.

o Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ’s. We just figured it out. Today’s kids are soft... and DVD's are superior to cartridges.

o There is a great need for sarcasm font. and an angry font... and a i am just in a hurry font.

o Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the f*** was going on when I first saw it.

o I think everyone has a movie that they love so much; it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I’m still the only one who really, really gets it.

o How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

o I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

o I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

o The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text or locate something in my oversized handbag.

o A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.

o Was learning cursive really necessary?

o Lol has gone from meaning, “laugh out loud” to “I have nothing else to say”.

o I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and beginning happy hour.

o Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart”, all I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart”.

o How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?

o While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it…thanks Mario Kart.

o MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

o Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

o I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.

o Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever... unless you just peed them.

o I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of spunky.

o Bad decisions make good stories.

o Whenever I’m Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don’t mind if I do!

o If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.

o Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I’m from; this shouldn’t be a problem…

o You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day... or week.

o Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t want to have to restart my collection.

o There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far... or have a near miss on the interstate.

o I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my sixty page employee manual that I swear I did not make any changes to.

o “Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will chance it... and likely ruin said garment.

o I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There’s so much pressure. ‘I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It’s only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?’

o I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Darnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?

o I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste. I also hate leaving my house in sweats and a FLDS braid in my hair sans lip gloss and a chipped pedicure and running into everyone that I have not seen in 7-9 years.

o When I meet someone, I’m terrified of mentioning something she hasn’t already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.

o I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it’s on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

o Why is a school zone 15 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles…

o As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.

o Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

o I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

o I think that if, years down the road when I’m trying to have a kid, I find out that I’m sterile, most of my disappointment will stem from the fact that I was not aware of my condition in college.

o Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn’t know what do to with it.

o Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey – but I’d bet my a$$ everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time…

o I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

o I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

o I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Liar Liar... Pelosi Sets Wilson's Pants On Fire With Her Blazing Hot Glare Of Disdain.

Rep. Wilson called PBO a liar. Nancy Pelosi and VP Joe the dunce have just removed their rose colored glasses and put on their "angry eyes". Things just got interesting. Things are looking up... This could prove to be fun. Wait a minute, this is not a laughing matter. This is serious business. There is nothing funny about the government trying to impose a disaster of a health care policy on we the people. I mean nothing.

Wait a minute... things just got funny again. Barry (AKA "Golden Boy") just said that this could all be paid for by shaking up medicare and medicaid and ridding it of the corruption... and using those funds to pay for his initiative. I just peed my sweat pants. Who does he think he is speaking to... the first graders he addressed yesterday? I don't believe that there is a single American who believes that this is a viable solution. Nice try though, Mr. President.

However, things are not funny. (But they sort of are) You cannot compare the cost of defending our national security against tablecloth wearing wack jobs to a "voluntary" government expansion. There is no comparison. If we do nothing to thwart those crazy guys probably named Mohammad or Abdi we the people will live in a very different and scary world. If we do nothing to reform health care, we the people still are afforded the ability to choose our doctors and whether or not to subscribe to health care plans.

Though he may dismiss the town hall attendees as "out of touch" with what our country so desperately needs, I dare say that he should probably take a long hard look into that hall of mirrors at 1600 Pennsylvania. After all it is you, Mr. President that needs to spend a little more time looking in the mirro; these are your constituents. I am fairly certain that they, unlike yourself do not willingly associate with ones who view everyday hard working Americans as white polluters. Unlucky for us the likes of these seem to be in your "top 8" on myspace. Me... I have Goldy the Gopher... so what do I really know?

Friday, September 4, 2009

Mr. Jones Said...



A bit of insight into our commander in chief's closest "green" pal and his views. The video is a little long, but worth watching. My parents always said that they didn't have to worry about me as long as the company I kept was "good company". I judge PBO by his actions, his friends, and his affection for the White Sox. (seriously, who likes the sox) These judgements are not viewed in a favorable light. He is toxic to America. The worst ever. And, his friends, my friends, deplorable.

BTW... God Bless the USA for affording me the free speech to say such things about our leader. I wonder if he had his way if this would continue... or would he simply choose to address the nation CCCP style (like he plans to do with our school kids next week) to remind us how wonderful he is. I have a deep respect for the office of the presidency, but unfortunately, I do not hold the same affections to PBO. 39 months and counting... 39 months and counting. I hope and pray that "change" is a comin' our way.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Stripper... Hoe... A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!!

I thought a stellar "former" blogger would have beat me to this story, however, since he is the "next" winner of the Georgia lottery and his blogging days are over... and he can now only be found on some sort of posh yacht in Cannes or Ibiza or somewhere skinny dipping off of the Dalmatian Coast with Heidi no doubt, is excuse enough for this simple yankee gal... Seriously, the irony cannot escape a "special needs" dog on this one... Stripper... Hoe... Its a winner, folks! IDY, do you have any room to spare on your 200+ foot yacht? I have ample vacation time waiting for such an occasion! Congrats on your big win. I like big gifts. Gems. While I await your invite to attend the soiree of the decade, I will fill my spare moments viewing TV at its finest such as this clip!


Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Fairytales Do Come True...


This one is for Janie! I knew it, JCT!!! I knew they really do exist. The stars have aligned, my life is complete. Hannah Montana is my girl... and Timon and Pumba are a real life duo. Hakuna Matata, it is truly the best of both worlds!

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Congress' Finest.

I don't know about you, but I feel much better knowing that my country's future is in this idiot's capable hands. Not only do I hate pretty much everything about the state of Florida (minus the beach) but this witch is officially at the top of my I hate Florida list. I have yet to know where the third district that she represents is located, however I will find out and find a suitable replacement to run for her seat. Heck, I could find any bum on the street... dress them up in a suit, and have a viable candidate. Stupid, stupid woman!!! I guess all I can do is gratulate the state of Florida for electing this pathetic lackluster individual to a seat in congress. And to think we are concerned about national healthcare reform... looks like our educational system could use an extreme makeover. D-U-M-B Dumb. I wish I could yield back the balance of her term in congress.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Cutest. Puppy. Ever. (Well, At Least Since Mr. Diddy Bop.)


Not everyone is thrilled with her arrival. Oh Poor Daisy!






I could write about my personal grievances with ObamaCare... but really, who cares when you have this new addition to your family. Introducing Miss Hannah! She is hands down the cutest puppy born in 2009... Mr. Bop does still holds the title as cutest puppy ever... none will beat him. Although Ms. Hannah is quite the rival. She is currently crying her sweet puppy cry to be let out of her Doggie Jail. Oh the willpower I must possess. She is so sweet, adorable, and amazingly 99% potty trained. All in all, so far... she is a SUCCESS! And, she loves her blonde cowgirl baby doll! Hopefully some green-hearted canines will warm up to her arrival in the next couple of days... she's not going anywhere guys!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

There Is A Lot Going On!

The news today is huge. I mean huge. In order to better serve my TMZ habit, I have abandoned all sorts of productive working activity to keep completely up to date on the Jacko extravaganza. Yes, I am moonwalking instead of working on AR... I am refreshing my TMZ homepage every thirty to forty three seconds. What can I say, I am hooked. I simply cannot get enough of Jacko. One thing is for sure... nobody can moonwalk like Jacko. Nobody can raise a chimp like Jacko. Nobody can dress their kids up in spiderman masks like Jacko. Yes, he transcended more than racial and cultural gaps... he even got the circus to make an appearance at his memorial service.

I promise I will touch on the whole Palin fiasco later this week... but for now, today belongs to Jacko. BTW my current playlist consists of Dirty Diana, Stranger in Moscow, Billie Jean, and Man in the Mirror... move over Coldplay, Dr. Dre and The Blackeyed Peas. This week belongs to the king of pop.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Wisconsin Is The Yankee Alabama.

After spending the past five days in the state of Wisconsin, I have come to one conclusion: Arkansas and Alabama, while trashy and infamous in their own rights regarding the degree of degenerates, have nothing on Wisconsin. While I have a deep affection for Round Lake, I can no longer deny that Wisconsinites as a whole, are the Unites States least refined citizens. I am fairly sure that the state of Wisconsin's second favorite college football team is indeed the University of Florida Gators. Jean shorts and cut off t-shirts, sandals with socks, oh and my very favorite... Shorts on the first 55 degree day in March are all common sites in the badger state. Bars outnumber Churches, gas stations almost always are affiliated with a fast food chain or 2, and yards are covered in out of commission anythings from washing machines to automobiles to jet skis. It is really a state in limbo... Somewhere between the cosmopolitan Chicago and the culturally in-tune Minneapolis. Wisconsin is a place like no other, except for perhaps West Virginia.

** For the record, I have officially experienced all the aforementioned meccas of "fine looking individuals". Wisconsin takes the cake, bar none. Congrats, Wisconsin... I do believe a Red Neck Yacht Club party is due in your honor.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Ladies and Gentlemen, Sir Elton John Sultan.

I am flawed. Terribly flawed. I strive to live a life that exhibits more love and less cynicism. At this, I fail far more than I succeed. I believe that in the end, if love, if Jesus wins, we all win. The struggle to convey this message throughout my daily meanderings in this thing called life is constant. What can I say... I am human. I have bouts of jealousy and selfishness. I have three mean bones in my body.

Freddie Prince Jr. said to me today that I needed to check myself. I agreed... albeit hesitantly. One of the ways that I remind myself to walk in the light of love, is through child sponsorship with this organization. I have been sponsoring Rheka, a 9 year old girl from India and Yohannes a 5 year old boy from Ethiopia. My sponsor kids remind me to be thankful for all that I have, and that Love wins!! In all reality, they have saved me. I did not save them. The one check I write every month with a smile goes to Compassion. To get me back on the right track, the track of LOVE, I thought immediately of Compassion and the kids. I needed a reality check, and this is a great place for me to start.

Today, I checked out the children waiting for sponsorship page hoping that someone would jump out to me. Someone that I needed to remind me that Love Wins. I scrolled through the kids from Thailand, Kenya, Togo, Mexico, and finally the Philippines. This is where I first saw him. A 14 year old boy from just outside of Manilla named Elton John. Lets just say he caught more than just my eye. He captured my heart. I could definitely feel the love tonight, and I immediately clicked on his picture to secure his place on my sponsorship list... as well as in my prayers.

Have you ever heard of anyone having a sponsor child with a cooler name?? I have not. As of today, I am the proud sponsor of 3 amazing kids. Adorable Rheka, chosen because she had been waiting for sponsorship for over 1 year, was from my beloved India... and a real life beauty. Yohannes, chosen because he was hands down the cutest little guy on the message boards, he lives in a a country plagued with the misfortunes of abject poverty, AIDS, and famine and five million orphans. I pray my sponsorship will allow his family to remain intact. One less orphan longing for a home. And now, finally, my third child... Elton John Sultan. Elton John was chosen because of his name. Who wouldn't choose Elton John? But I also felt an immediate connection to him because of my little Alex. They are roughly the same age. I cannot imagine what I would do if he were suddenly placed in Elton John's tattered shoes. A world where education is not a given, dinner is not even assumed. Dreams are far and few between. Move Mountains. That is what I would do. Nobody loves him like I do. I am his biggest sister, after all. I love him like a sister and a mother all wrapped up into one big package of unyielding love. So, as my heart is full, I am grateful for my sponsor children. They bring me joy, reassurance in my faith, and a sense of gratitude and duty.

Go ahead and check out the other "waiting" kids" at Compassion. This is a great organization. They are doing great things, and I am proud to be a part of it. God bless all my sweet sweet babes whom I have never met... but hold a special place in my life. Someday, I will meet all three of you. This I promise you.

PS... if you want to read a detailed account of the wonderful things this organization is doing... go to Angies blog. I heart compassion. You will to... go and sign up today! As Katy Perry says, Shut up and put your money where you mouth is... you will be blessed. And, every time you hear Crocodile Rock or Rocket Man, think of my littles. Put them and your families in their prayers. Me too. We all could use them.

I will get into contact with those at Compassion to see if I can post their pictures. I would love to share my beautiful sponsor children with all of you. They are breathtaking and inspiring to say the least. I will keep you posted on this.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

The New Gitmo.




Life is a beach for the former GITMO detainees who have recently transferred from prison to paradise. While toiling away the day, I found a great deal of solace that these thugs were lounging on the beach, enjoying ice cream cones, and swimming in the ocean on my dime. Give me an F-ing break Mr. Obama. This is your solution to the GITMO fiasco?? I cannot wait to see what you do with health care, cap and trade, and tax codes.

The detainees, known as Uighurs (wegurs)... I like to refer to them more accurately, terrorists... have been quoted saying, "We don't have any hard feelings towards the United States." No Sh*t. We just sent you on a lifelong 200 million dollar vacation at the American Tax Payer's expense. They also said that their treatment in Communist China was far worse than GITMO. Perhaps things were not as bad there as some would like us to believe.

Is this what we the people do now?? Go to work, follow the laws of the land, act with civility and morality... and in the process fund the lifetime beach soiree of those who fundamentally hate everything about us. Hoping that we can show them a little brand of "change you can believe in"? Awesome idea. I bet you laid awake all night long thinking up this one PBO.

So here is the deal... Mr. and Mrs. oppressed in Yemen... apparently if you take up arms against the US military, and are captured, you will spend a few months in prison... then, they will fund your life-long vacation in exotic locals such as Palu or Bermuda. (a $12,000,000.00) value) There, you will enjoy long strolls on the beach, fishing, boating, and ice cream cones. Perhaps Geraldo could draw you a map to locate our troops. Oh, and make sure to take your AK-47's with you... and be sure to fire it at the 18 and 19 year old kid with the stars and stripes patch on his shoulder.

This is a solution????? This is a vacation at the tax payer's expense. Sort of makes those at AIG look harmless and rather frugal now. How about this one, PBO? How about leaving them at GITMO? Don't like that one... How about granting them 40 acres and a reindeer in the Arctic circle. Oh wait, that is probably considered "torture". Since I do know so much on your definitions of torture... please enlighten me on your definition of terrorist. Clearly a person who aligns themselves with the ETIM (a un and us designated terrorist organization) does not fit the bill for you... apparently fighting with the Taliban doesn't either. What does? Oh, I got it...Rush Limbaugh or the CEO of a hedge fund.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Missed This One By One Week....

Cops Show VH1 Chick Some 'Tough Love'

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I guess we went a week too late... aaahhh Biloxi. There is nothing quite like it.

On the upside, Jimmy Fallon is 2 guests closer to having the Saved by the Bell reunion. Zach was on his show last night... pure genius. And, in another strange twist of fate... Mr. Belding has been caught exposing himself.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

This One Is For The Exposed And Naked.


T. You are welcome.
J. You are a close second to Ms. Heidi. Me not so lucky... I rank somewhere slightly above Meghan Fox. Not all of us can be supermodels. You are close though.

I miss you guys! How is life in the ATL??

Inside or outside the 285??

Drive This, Smoke This.

I have been rather quiet the past six weeks or so... I admit it, I have become slightly apathetic. I was becoming exhausted by my own disgust of the current administration. I left it alone when Cheney sparred with PBO and crew. I didn't touch it when his supreme court nominee was caught legislating from the bench. I didn't bite when crazy boy Kim Jong Ill and his cronies preformed tests on nuclear bombs. I hardly flinched when the govt. upped their share in GM to 72%.

So... What gets me?!?!?!

The govt. is now going to take over the tobacco industry. This is the proverbial straw that broke the camel's (no pun intended... yet a good one) back. Yes, that is right ladies and gentlemen, the FDA will now serve as big tobacco. Don't get me wrong, this industry is rather evil. I don't know how you sleep at night when you know you are peddling a product that is guaranteed to kill. But, the bottom line is this: This product is legal. It is an industry. This is a free market. I don't think the liberals who we elected understand this.

First it was the auto industry. We were told it was necessary for the government to buy them out to save them. Ok... What happens when the masses refuse to buy a GM car because it is government owned... will the government institute a "special tax break" for those who will purchase a GM? Not a free market, is it? Looks a little like something else to me.

What happens when the FDA replaces Phillip Morris? Will cigarettes and cigars be "safer"? No. There is no such thing as a safe cigarette, silly goose. Didn't you see the after school special? There is not a person alive who doesn't know that cigarettes kill. It is just another way for the government to extend its influence into places where it does not belong.

What is next the fast food industry? How about Coca Cola? Soft drinks cause cavities. Shouldn't they be regulated, too? Righty-oh... Righty-NO! Leave businesses to run themselves Mr. Obama. Stick to important things... like fixing my tax return. That would be a welcome Change.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Mixed Emotions: Where Do I Stand?

Should a child's parents have the right to choose what they feel is best for their child even if conventional wisdom balks at their choices? 13 year old Daniel Hauser and his family have exhausted the Minnesota courts with their plea to cease their son's chemotherapy and radiation cancer treatments in lieu of homeopathic medicine. The courts do not agree with Danny and the Hausers. Doctors and pathologists have given testimony with grim realities regarding Daniel's future without the continuation of the treatments. Medical science simply does not concur with the Hauser family. Vitamins do not cure lymphoma. Without chemo, Danny will die. His parents, in the face of all of this information, wish to discontinue his treatment. The courts, as of last Friday, have ordered Danny to resume treatment via scientific medicine.

I have mixed emotions in regards to this story. First of all, let me say without any sort of hesitation that I believe this family (the parents of Danny) to be nuts. If this were my child, I would be exhausting every medical avenue to give my child the best possible chance for survival. I do not believe that they are acting in their child's best interest. However, my opinions on their family's personal decisions does not take away the fact that they are his parents.

If a child is in danger, child social services and the legal system should step in. After all, the welfare of our children should be the most important consideration. They are just kids. Kids need advocates if their immediate family or caregivers do not put these values first. In this case, the lines are not exactly black and white. There is some definite grey area.

Are Danny's parents unfit to raise their child due to their religious beliefs regarding scientific medicine? Should the government step in and intervene when bureaucracies disagree with the family's position? Do we want to live in a state where courts can order that certain avenues must be taken, even if these avenues are against our wishes?

I believe in a limited government. I do not want an ideological bureaucrat to make decisions regarding the well being of myself or those I love. However, I also believe that in this instance, Danny needs these treatments to survive. This is the grey area. If I say, "Well, in this instance, YES!"... than am I involving the government in places where I they do not belong? Is this case an exception to the rule, that will become the standard? Will my family be impacted by the Hauser case in the future? How would I feel if I were the Hausers? The Hauser family seems to be a functioning entity. It is clear that they love their child. But is their religious viewpoints clouding their ability to choose what is best for their son?

Daniel and his mother have not been seen since Monday. Daniel's father believes that they are out of the country, or are en route to Mexico. He is pleading for their return. He is clearly upset by the court's decision, but is also concerned for his wife and son. Is Daniel's mother out of line running for the border with her son, when she feels that she is in serious jeopardy of losing him? What would I do if I were in her shoes? I do not know. I pray I am never in this situation. I pray that nobody has to endure the burden of choosing between what one wholly believes is what is best for their son or daughter and what is sanctioned by the legal system.

Although I whole-heartedly disagree with the Hauser viewpoint on conventional medicine. I do respect their rights to parent the way in which they choose. I also believe that the state has a responsibility to step in and intervene when a child's welfare is in question. Danny's well-being is in peril. Without court intervention and treatment, he will die. Do Danny's parents have the right to choose death for their son if the very fabric of their beliefs are shrouded in those principles? Or, do we wish to extend the governments reaching arms to save this child... but at what cost to our personal freedoms?

Would perhaps this decision affect parents who choose not to vaccinate their sons and daughters against government recommendation? At what point are a parent's choices trumped by government policies? The last thing I would wish for is government raised children. It does not take a village to raise a child. IT TAKES PARENTS. At what point are a parents wishes no longer valid in the eyes of those in power? This case is an important one for all Americans. The ability to freely choose for oneself is at stake. There is a family and a child involved in this one instance. On a larger scale we are all impacted by this case. To intervene or not to intervene, that is the million dollar question. On this one, I am at a total loss.

Monday, May 18, 2009

I Heart Faces Blurb Book

I took this photo in St. Thomas USVI. I love the lines on his face. He looks as though he has weathered a few hurricanes, indulged in a painkiller or two, and has many great stories to tell.



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Friday, May 15, 2009

Pelosi Endures More Torture At Press Conference Than Wack Job Does At GITMO. (Side Note: Diddy Bop Is A Hungry Idiot)

Side Note: I bought my very hungry Labrador a $98 Popsicle this morning after he swallowed that thing whole... stick and all. Reminding my self to invest in pet insurance, vet bills are expensive. That is correct, $98 dollars down the drain (along with the contents of my baby's belly) all because he is what I can only describe as an eager eater. Seriously, he may be part billy goat. Alas, all is well that ends well... he vomited like a champ, releasing the Popsicle stick in question, making that thing the most expensive Popsicle I have ever heard of. Hope it was tasty. Although with the swiftness of his swallow I doubt he even tasted it.

Poor Nancy. She looked so flustered and miserable at the press conference she held yesterday. The wounded little dove had to resort to accusing the CIA of gross negligence and misleading...lying to those that were briefed. Even the mainstream media is onto her. Her democratic comrades no longer have her back. Today she finds herself a lone wolf scrapping for what little self respect she has left. I see her political career careening into a sure disaster and ending in a pile of rubble faster than Mine that Bird runs a mile and a quarter.

I guess you reap what you sow. Ms. Pelosi, your integrity is in serious question. There are a few agencies you don't mess around with because you surely will not get away with it. The CIA is at the top of this list. Even a simple Yankee girl such as myself understands this. I find it all together curious that an issue that was once a liberal slam dunk on all of the elephants principles has reared its ugly head and exposed the vacuous black holes in the liberal agenda on national security. Somewhere in an undisclosed location Dick Cheney is smiling. In a distant undisclosed local, Ms. Pelosi is shaking in her boots!

The bottom line is quite simple. American citizens are no longer in the dark in regards to her motivations. I believe that 98% of her left wing constituents would water board (without hesitation) any crazy jerk who was truly a threat to their (or their loved ones) national security. The fact that the left takes issue with setting standards of "torture" for those who have no standards is not lost on myself, or the rest of the rest of the nation. The nation seems to be slowly awakening from its kool-aid induced nap. She is washed up. Finished. Political career over. The CIA will not stand for it. They will release the proof that is, unfortunately for Nancy, in the pudding. Her days as #3 are numbered. And for that, I am truly thankful. This speaker of the house will self destruct in not time at all, inspector gadget memo style. CIA memos on the other hand, at this juncture, seem to be made of kryptonite.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Nancy Pelosi's Pants Are On Fire!

Due to the fact that I have been in an undisclosed location for the past 10+ days, I have a lot to say... but I will make it short and sweet for all of my ADHD readers. First things first: I do not have the swine flu...sweet! Now that I don't have to worry about my untimely demise due to the H1-N1 virus, I can focus on more future house queenie things. What has me up in arms these days you ask? My answer... Lots. However, nothing has enraged me more in the past 1/3 month than Speaker Pelosi. Typical and predictable I know.

I assume that she (Ms. Pelosi) spent some time recently in Santa Barbara (perhaps she took her private jet) and somehow her polyester suit pants became a little too close to the blazing wildfires. This woman is a liar. She adamantly stated that she did not ever hear of water boarding in any briefing by the Bush administration. Whoops, Ms. Nancy! Apparently the CIA has different attendance sheets. Madam Speaker, you were briefed. Perhaps, instead of lying to your constituents and the American public you should keep things simple... tell the truth. I don't know, maybe that is too much to ask of our elected officials. I know they think this is the case... an inconvenient truth can easily be "handled" by bold faced lies. This sort of behavior is not tolerated in any kindergarten classroom, and should not be acceptable in congress.

Pelosi's fabrications in their own right are enraging. However, the most maddening part of the entire snafu is the very way she has handled the much deserved "heat" for her statements. Ms. Pelosi, if you cannot stand the heat, you had better get out of the kitchen. Her careful twisting of words, telling of half-truths, and overall smug attitude is disheartening at best. In fact, it falls far closer to disgusting. Clearly she assumes the American people are dim-witted and well, rather dumb. She has under estimated those who have given her the privilege to be the current queen of the house. Perhaps she should be a little less contrite, and a whole lot more conciliatory. Her job is on the line... and in the end, we the people hold the cards to her political future in our sweaty palms.

I hope that she resigns. We the people deserve better. At the very least, we deserve honesty. We should demand it. Without the burden of truth, our republic is in danger. Franklin, Washington, and Jefferson were adamant about truth. Lincoln was too. Pelosi, apparently not so much! Alas, much like my childhood dreams of living in a home constructed of sweet confections, or having 100 pet dogs who are of course all toilet trained, or being gifted all the royal gems by the queen of England for being the most queen-like person in the world, I presume that her resignation is just another one of my pipe dreams. But, a girl can still dream can't she?!?!

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

100 Daze.

"Can You Handle The Truth" will not be unveiled as scheduled today in Union Square due to the public outcry against the painting. This upsets me. While it is controversial and rather edgy and might offend little old ladies and Vatican officials, it is after all, art. Art is edgy controversial and offends little old ladies, and has been offending Vatican officials for years. The painting poses a real question quite literally so that even the least educated viewer can get something from it. I have not done any research on the true meaning behind the aforementioned picture, and suppose you could interpret said painting 1,000 ways from Sunday.

My Interpretation: Its a spin-off on Gauguin's Yellow Christ painting. The one where Christ is so huge and painted the same color as the landscape, making the connection that "Christ is in the landscape". In "The Truth" the OBammessiah poses curiously similar to Yellow Christ, and instead of being placed within the landscape, he is placed in front of a Government seal... In other words, Government and PBO the messiah are everywhere. I actually believe it to be a sarcastic look at how enamored the mass media and public is at PBO, call it the 100 DAZE... and his over zealous intentions to increase big government programs... and how he and his policies are the way the truth and the life... but nobody gets there without PBO. But I could be dead wrong.

I will check back and give you the real deal later. In any matter, the painting will not be displayed in public any time in the near future. However, PBO will surely be working hard to expand government's involvement in our daily lives... fast tracking all of his plans, and using his newest democratic senate member to move things along the road to socialism. I guess we don't need a painting to point out that Obama is in the landscape, he does a pretty good job of reminding us of that on a daily basis.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Move It Up, Guys. When Technology Goes Wrong... And Those Who Fall Victim.

I don't have anything to offer today. Much like the president, my tele-prompter has malfunctioned. I will attempt to "fix the glitch" and get back on track tomorrow. For Pete's sake... what would ever happen if the executive branch ever experienced a power outage? Rahm's worst fears would certainly be realized. The great orator, otherwise known as POTUS would be exposed for his less than William Blakeish talent at delivering a message. Until then, PBO and myself will have to admit defeat and remain speechless. Can someone get me a speechwriter, Stat?

P.S. I have become aware that the Salt Lake Tribune linked to my blog a couple of weeks ago. My instant celebrity status has most definitely gone straight to my head. I am now contemplating a career standing on my Tide Mountain Fresh box and staring at my mostly beautiful self in the mirror all the live long day. Imitation is not the most sincere form of flattery anymore. Linkage is top dog around my neck of the woods. An autograph session will most likely be held at Stein Erickson's Lodge for any of those who wish to know this future house queen. The Salt Lake Tribune is the best paper in the west! And, my blog is not too bad, either.

Monday, April 27, 2009

I Love A Man In Uniform: Part 1

The plumber that unfortunately just left my kitchen was so dreamy... The dreams that naughty movies and calendars are made of. I should have faked a problem with my shower just to keep him around a little longer... that or I should have given him the home tour focusing on my bedroom. Oh the movie plots running through my crazy little head right now... cliche and predictable. But why mess with the classics. Corey the plumber was so hot he would make your teeth sweat. I already miss him. Sigh. Back to your regularly scheduled programming. I should have taken his picture... next time. Thank God I have his card.

PS... there seems to be a lot of shouldas in this post. Note to self: next time, seize the day.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Minneapolis' Finest Earth Day Celebrations Go Bust.

Freddie Prince Jr. sent me the link to this story. He deserves the credit for his fine investigative skills. Popeye's truly is the most interesting establishments in America. Things that happen at Popeye's never cease to amaze me. Perhaps my very favorite aspect of this story is the way people choose to celebrate holidays. Some plant a tree on earth day... others head to Popeye's for a deal on an 8 piece fried chicken. Different strokes for different folks...

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Yesterday I Was Swindled... Today I Was Swaddled

Last night Freddie Prince Jr. and I ventured off of the purple sofa, and headed to Champ's for a little glass of the nation's finest brew (also known as Miller Lite) and a whole lot of conversation. What exactly is it about a pint of beer that opens up the floodgates of conversation anyways? I love going out for a beer. It is just not the same thing having one at home. Anyway, while entering said chain establishment, a very dapper and beguiling gentleman in a rather flashy suit approached the two of us. He immediately went into his well rehearsed request for spare cash. Freddie Prince Jr. was reaching for the door, I stopped... which halted his every movement. He would never leave me alone, vulnerable to a homeless guy's whims. Chivalry is not dead. My white knight.

His oration lasted little more than 90 seconds. He explained how he just arrived in Minneapolis via Chicago to see his ailing grandfather, and that suddenly he (the grandfather) had been moved to a new local in Iowa. Convenient. Suspect. But this guy was good. This guy was bright, articulate, immaculate, and was probably doing a little more than pulling my leg. He requested $22.00 so that he could take the bus to the downtown shelter for the evening before he continued on his search for his beloved granddad. I had $26.00 in my wallet.

I don't know why... I usually do not even blink when someone requests money from me. The answer is NO... friend or foe. After all, I went to work to earn it. Those who choose to panhandle, have broken all of the rules that I believe in; hard work, self pride, responsibility. But something about this guy was different. He was such a charmer, and I was his snake. Play your flute Mr. zoot suit, watch me dance. And yes, I still feel that he was reciting to me tales as tall as those told by Pecos Bill. However, I was not listening to his words, I was entranced by his heartbreakingly sad eyes and impeccable manners. My money was soon to be his. PBO could take a lesson from this guy in the selling your issues department. He had mad skills.

I reached into my wallet and pulled out two dollar bills... praying to myself that it was not the "Jackson". In that same instance, I felt guilty for hoping that the extracted cash was the least of my bills. I was ashamed by my own selfishness. I looked at the bills. It totaled six dollars. Phew... I guess...twinge of guilt setting in. I handed the money to him, and looked him in the eyes HARD. I wanted him to know that I knew that he wasn't pulling the wool over my eyes, but I found him worthy enough to acknowledge. And, regardless of his lies... They were not the big picture to me, I would listen. I choose to share some of my paycheck as proof of hearing him out. Naive? Yup!

Freddie Prince thinks I am a sucker. And I admit that I am one. He told me that he sees this same guy downtown almost daily cruising for the change of those who set their alarm clocks. He didn't fall off of the turnip truck yesterday. He is on to this man's game. Immediately I felt had. I was so angry at the dapper dude in the nutmeg colored suit for taking advantage of my kindness without a sliver of remorse. At the time, I wish I had that moment back. Rewind. I would have ducked into the vestibule, pushed him from my thoughts as best I could, and chatted with the one I love. But that is not how the hand unfolded. I stopped. And man am I glad that I stopped.

One of my very favorite blogs written by the notorious Los Whit is a regular stop on my daily Internet time. I like what he has to say. He is as real as real comes. He is relevant. his post titled "Can I have your attention please" (which happened to be posted today, ironic?!?) is a little more than relevant. And it better articulates how I felt. I too wanted to let that guy know that I knew the truth... but that in the end, I understood that there was so much more underlying his contrived fabrication. My monetary donation was more about the admitting of the series of unfortunate events that led him to mislead me with such ease. And to me, that was the real underlying issue. Look at me, all Liberally... Teddy Mondale would be so proud.

Now, do I really believe that he understood that I knew that he was pulling my leg? Yes. Do I think he cared? No. He was on a mission to avoid at all costs the prospects of asking whether or not I would like fries with that. He was after results. And for him, I provided, albeit a little short of his request. I knew all of this when I handed over hardly enough cash to buy a drink at Starbu*ks. But, in the end, it was MY choice to redistribute my "wealth". I could have walked away and pretended that he was invisible. (I bet he feels pretty invisible.) I am glad that I didn't. I had a lesson to learn.

I was reminded that we are prompted by the creator to give. We are not asked to give to those who will not buy booze with our offerings. We are not asked to give to those who choose whether or not to get up and DO something. We are asked to give, and to give freely. I no longer regret the six dollar investment I obviously made in his nightly "40" or dime sack. Because, while this is where my $6.00 probably ended up, what if it didn't? What if... isn't that the true $64,000.00 question.

The bottom line is as concrete as any country club swimming pool deck. They guy was in a state of desperation in one way shape or form. The real depravity of his situation is not his supposed drug habit, but his lack of feeling of self worth. I don't know how to fix that, but I am fairly confident that six bucks or a government program is not the answer. Compassion and giving, however, on some level is. I have not walked a day in his shoes. I pray that I never experience their discomfort, and lack of support. He does not need a paycheck. He needs a friend, a support system of people, and guidance. He does not need money, government assistance or a presidential messiah. He needs the real deal, Jesus. (and maybe rehab)

I wonder how freely "We the people" will continue to give when the government implements the inevitable tax hikes? I am willing to bet that the government programs will be vast and all encompassing. I am also willing to bet that hard working people will feel the pinch. They will simply be unable to "give freely" to those who are in need... real or not. Charities will report of huge declines in the donations they receive. The needy will suffer. I am also willing to bet that while my paychecks become smaller, and the federal government becomes larger... the guy in the suit will not be any better off. He will still be scrounging for change... (and not of the PBO variety) I just wonder if the next person he asks will have to say, "sorry man", due to the increased interest in the monetary value of his or her paycheck by the federal government. Nobody wins. Especially the "least of those". Somehow, they will again fall through the well intentioned bureaucratic cracks. PBO will not deliver them to the promised land of free mortgages and increased government assistance. The problems are far to vast for even him to conquer. It is a failed endeavor. Suit guy is another invisible face in the democratic party. They overlook him as easily as the GOP, do not be fooled. They too wish he would just disappear.

However, perhaps the most interesting part about this entire scenario is the lesson or "God Instance" that unfolded before my eyes. Far more valuable than the six dollars. I love how He works. Genius. Today, he spoke to me through a fancy bum and an Internet blog. And, in this instance... I got it. It wasn't about the money. It was about humanity, human worth, and compassion. It was about the reality of addiction, poverty, and those who are helpless in one way or another. It was not about handouts. It was about acknowledging those who are in such a dark place, that they submit to begging on a rainy Monday evening. It is about a refusal of deigning him invisible. It was about realizing the fancy suit guy's worth... not his net worth, but his human value in the eyes of someone much greater than I. Today I was swaddled in the truth about all of God's children. Maestro, if you please, ...And I am one of them and so are you...

I will pay six dollars for a valuable reminder any day. That is an investment that will be far more valuable than any blue chip. Hello world! This is me... A compassionate conservative. Now enough non-productive activity. Get back to work. And, watch out for the guy in the nutmeg suit if you are where all the lights are bright, he is looking for your parking money.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Open Letter

Dear President Obama,

Just when I thought you could not screw things up any more... you go ahead and release what I would consider to be sensitive and classified information. In all seriousness, I am curious as to what led you to make this ill-fated decision. Please, enlighten me. I know you are not particularly fond of waterboarding, not many are. (although it would make one heck of a parenting strategy for spicy and rebellious teens) But, why would you let despots in on the little secret of what sort of "torture" they can surely expect not to endure. Perhaps it has escaped your consciousness that these individuals that have/will undergo such methods of information gathering are the same sort that fly commercial airlines into skyscrapers or chop off people's heads? It has not escaped mine. I say that in such instances, a little simulated drowning to thwart future terrorist attacks is more than appropriate. In fact, it is necessary.

By releasing such sensitive material, you accomplish little. However, you do accomplish the following: Let the terrorists (because, frankly, that is what they are) and pathetic nations such as France peek in the windows of the United States intelligence operations. Way to go, sir. I disagree with your fondness to do America's laundry in public. It is simply bad form, and will not bring any sort of goodwill to we the people.

Please stop pandering to the far left fringe. Pelosi and Company are not exactly on the same page as the rest of the populous. They cried out for the release of the CIA's report. And lucky for them, you once again delivered. Perhaps, instead of looking out for your left-wingers, you should do your job and look out for the nation in which you lead. Just a suggestion. I am secure in my beliefs that you will not take heart to my suggestion... but I leave it out there for you just the same.

You have disappointed me more today than ever before. Really, do you think it is Germany's business to know that in order to protect the US, the CIA capitalized on one's fear of bugs and spiders and extracted valuable information. I think not. Then again, I am not surprised that you and I are again at polar opposite positions. Mr. President, I challenge you to do your job. Uphold the laws of the land, follow the constitution, protect those who make a living protecting the public, have pride in your country, and use your power to limit the influence of the government. That would be the most powerful statement you could make.
Sincerely,
Future House Queen

PS... I don't know if you have heard Dennis Miller's joke regarding the Somali pirates. It is quite funny. Somali want a cracker? Its a good one, isn't it. I thought you may enjoy it.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Today We're Gonna Party Like Its 1773!

As I sit here and sip my Venti Unsweetened Iced Green Tea ala Starbucks, I realized I am suddenly the hippest gal on the block. Apparently I have joined some revolution of sorts. Today, from the Redwood forests to the Gulf stream waters, people are boiling mad and gathering en masse to protest the irresponsible spending that started with Pres. Bush and has accelerated faster than any winner at Talladaga ever has under our current savior. (economic executioner seems more in line with his ideals, doesn't it?)

When I ordered my "usual" from the guy who waits on me on at least a bi-weekly basis, I was thinking about anything but politics. Actually, I was thinking about dogs. Simple I know. Predictable, yup. That's me! Then it happened... I was prompted by the sales clerk as to whether or not I was participating in some sort of tax day protest because I ordered an iced tea? I think he was testing the waters with me... he is obviously in elephant country, but I am young, and a little artsy. His "artdar" was in tune... better than most, I must give him props for this. Then again, I have seen him while wearing a tragically hip headscarf on prior visits. He may not be that good... I will have to think about this one.

Anyways, I did not have the desire to get into a political conversation with a brainwashed "Blame Bush" art school dropout, macchiato making, vegan eating, underground music loving, horned rimmed glasses wearing even though he has 20/20 vision, going green, "for the common good of the people loving" kid just itching to get into a political conversation. I didn't bite, really. But was sort of pleased that this underground movement was being covered on more networks than just Fox. That meant there was something behind this anger. (which I already knew... but affirmation is always nice.)

I said, "no. My dear artsy, wanna be, raging against the machine, friend, no political message from me. Today I am just a girl with a drink. While I think the whole "tea party" thing is pretty original... well you know what I mean." I picked up my drink at the high counter top. (BTW I hate that counter top... makes me feel like smurfette or any other diminutive cartoon character for that matter. Standing on your tiptoes to pick up your beverage is so 1st grade. I'm just saying.) After doing my daily "Starbucks calf raiser", I made my way back to the counter to pay for my unsweetened beverage. I handed him my debit card. Swipe Swipe. Instantly, I am now $3.00 poorer. Sigh.

That's when I did it. The following words spilled from my mouth almost without control. It was truly an out of body experience. I said to him, "I don't know anymore. But, I will tell you one thing Mr. Starbucks boho vibing, SOHO wannabe, you can keep your change." Confused, he looked at me. He said, "Ma'am, you paid with a credit card." Suddenly, the light bulb went on in his Nietche filled head. He got my point. He smiled a smile of curious admiration and defeat. Nodding, he proceeded to ask me out for lunch, or dinner, or drinks, or anything he could think of. He probably would have accompanied me on my trip to Jiffy Lube. Apparently he has a thing for the witty commenting, art school lite girl. Politely, I declined his offer, explaining I am currently in L-O-V-E love. (and the art school type drop out isn't exactly my cup of tea, for the record) But, he made my day in more than one way. And, for this, I heart him.

So, here is to you Mr. Starbucks pouring, bicycle owning, tofu eating maker of my unsweetened iced tea. You officially made me feel smart, pretty and witty. Then again, I probably already felt all three of these things before I entered the coffee chain king's 5,000th location. However, acknowledgement from someone out of my little circle of court jesters of my sheer awesomeness is well, like winning a major award. Leg lamp, here I come!

**side note for those in less than the sixth grade: "Keeping the change" is a play on words... aahh, but what is the context?"

**side note for those who ride a bicycle: bikes are not modes of transportation that save the earth, they are toys. tomfoolery on wheels. dangerous. the outfits worn by serious cyclists are utterly ugly... and I don't care how Patrick Dempsey or KKRT you are... you look foolish.

**side note for all art school drop outs: GO BACK TO SCHOOL... IT IS NOT THAT HARD. I SWEAR.