Monday, March 30, 2009

I Heart Faces Pet Week!


Aren't grandma pugs the cutest ever! Daisy Mae, you are a queen!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

News Reel: Today's Heroes, Yesterday's Zeros.

This is my all time favorite news story since that little boy in Florida (seriously, what is it with that state??) stole his grandma's car and wanted to do hood rat things with his friends. Seriously, this one practically caused incontinence. Like I said, practically, that means almost. It means it was a close call... so don't act so disgusted. Peeing your pants is something that happens to all of the cool kids. Just ask Billy Madison and my baby sister... or ahem... myself. whoops!


PUNISHED FOR 'STINK,' DISRUPTION
Student Kicked Off Bus Over Passed Gas

Ernst Peters | The Ledger
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Jonathan Locke Jr., left, leaves the Bill Duncan Opportunity Center in Lakeland on Wednesday with father Jonathan Locke Sr. Jonathan Jr. was suspended from riding the bus after being accused of passing gas and creating a foul smell on the bus.

By John Chambliss
THE LEDGER

Published: Wednesday, March 18, 2009 at 10:30 p.m.
Last Modified: Wednesday, March 18, 2009 at 10:30 p.m.
LAKELAND | This whole situation stinks for Jonathan Locke Jr.

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Jonathan Locke Jr. , right is accompanied by his father Jonathan Locke Sr. second left as he leaves the Bill Duncan Opportunity Center in Lakeland Fl. Buy photo
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An eighth-grader at the Bill Duncan Excel Center in South Lakeland, Locke, 15, has been suspended from riding the school bus for three days after being accused of passing gas.

"Jonathan passes gas on the bus to make the other children laugh and it is so stink [sic] that you can't breathe after he does it," the bus driver wrote on a misbehavior form.

Locke said he wasn't the culprit.

"It wasn't even me," Locke said. "It was a kid who sits in front of me."

Jerome Corbett, senior director of specialized services for the Polk County School District, said there is no specific rule that prohibits students from passing gas on the bus.

"There's a rule against disturbing the bus," Corbett said.

If the flatulence becomes excessive, then Corbett said the bus driver has the responsibility to report it to the school administrator.

Fred Murphy, assistant superintendent of support services, directed calls to Corbett but said that "if it (passing gas) caused a disruption on the bus, that would be an issue to deal with."

Trouble for Locke started Monday afternoon after school when a student sitting next to him started making noises with his mouth.

Then, students smelled a pungent aroma.

"I started laughing," Locke said. "It was a bad smell."

On Tuesday when Locke walked onto the bus, the bus driver handed him the suspension form.

Locke said he chuckled.

"I asked, 'What is this for?'"

The bus driver ordered Locke off the bus.

Locke exited the bus, then called his father for a ride home.

The last-minute notification that his son had been suspended for three days irked Locke's father, also named Jonathan.

"I had no notice about anything," Locke said. "It's costing me time (at work)."

Corbett said the district notifies parents but was unaware whether parents were notified after the misbehavior report was written.

Bill Duncan school officials directed calls to Jose Otero, director of operations for Bill Duncan. Otero did not return a phone message.

Locke was sent to Bill Duncan after he was expelled from Mulberry Middle School for fighting. Bill Duncan is a last-chance school for students. Students who are expelled from Bill Duncan are expelled from the district school system.

The elder Locke said the whole situation seemed petty.

You're not going to stop a kid from laughing if it's (about) passing gas," Locke said.

Seriously? Who doesn't think farting is kinda funny?

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Introducing The PC President...

Obama & Co. has declared that the phrase coined by the Bush Administration, "the global war on terror", to be replaced with the kinder, gentler, more globally-friendly term, "overseas contingency operations". According to those "in the know", the GWOT is just too confrontational. Apparently it mischaracterizes the nature of the enemy and its (the enemy's) ability. The thing is, that calling it the war on terror does not mischaracterize the enemy. It holds them accountable. It draws a line in the sand. The "war on terror" overtly lets the "bad guys" know that we don't mess around. If you choose to resort to such acts of cowardice and malice, we will find you. And, we will introduce you to our little friend, the daisy cutter. You will suffer the same fate of those who you terrorized. It is a simple concept, and simple concepts often produces big results.

However, the global community doesn't like this straight forward approach. They prefer to beat around the bush (no pun intended) and acquiesce to the demands of rebels and despots. Insert the United Nations. The world would like to see us sit down and have a "chat" with those who have little regard for human life and hold grossly distorted viewpoints. Evidently, even our president seems to find this to be a brilliant idea. After all, chatting with the Iranian leadership is a definite possibility.

Perhaps, we the people (and our great leader) should stop taking military advice from the likes of France. According to my records, the only thing they have perfected militarily in the last 200 years is the act of surrender. Of course they don't like the straight-forward approach the Bush admin. set forth; they are militarily impotent. They simply cannot compete. So, instead, they do what Albert Einstein said, "when the facts don't fit the theory, change the facts." They opt for the "moral high ground" and diplomacy. Shunning and scoffing at the US for defending herself against those whose life's ambition is to bring America to her knees. In my opinion, it is motivated out of fear, jealousy, and incompetence. Blame the other guy, don't fix yourself.

Yes, the Bush administration did alienate some of the world with his policies on Islamic extremism, there is no argument there. But, in the end, he kept us safe. He effectively won a war. Disrupted an entire global terror network, basically rendering them obsolete. He did all of this with much of the world his critic. He recognized the urgency of the situation, and acted accordingly. He did not ask for permission or use litmus tests. He lead.

I have no Idea what an overseas contingency operation entails. I am sure it includes pulling out of Iraq, and closing GITMO. Beyond that, my perception is less than clear, I must have a bad seat at the play. The bottom line is simple. You cannot settle things diplomatically with those who are, for lack of a better word, "nut jobs". Instead of sending a message of friendship and bridge building, we are unfortunately sending a message of weakness. This, sadly, does nothing to keep us safe, our way of life preserved, and respect the sacrifices of our military personnel. It does the exact opposite. It concedes. Fear wins.

Those who we are currently at war with do not view this as an overt contingency operation. They view it as WAR. Bush recognized this. He called them and their vile acts out on the carpet. He took their bets and raised them. He matched their game. He reacted with a strong resolve. He didn't mess around. Obama, and his lack of experience has done the opposite. He has grossly underestimated their ambitions. He has not put America first. He has put the terrorists and their rights ahead of our own. Instead of strong leadership, we have absorbed a way of friendly relations. However, these guys will never want to be our friend. They want to anhailate us. They hate our very principles and ideals. This fact will never change, even if we change the title of our overseas escapades. The only thing it does is make America look weak and vulnerable. It is not an act of brilliant strategy, it is an act of cowardice and submission. It leaves things ambiguious and undefined. What remains, is unfortunately a lot of grey area. I highly doubt that Marion Pearl, or the 9/11 families sees their loved ones grotesque murders as a contingency operation. They view it as a war. They wish for justice, not diplomacy.

It is our duty to ensure that those deaths were not in vain. That our way of life will be preserved. It is not our duty to make friends with the enemy. It is not our responsibility to please the likes of France and the rest of the EU. We must defend ourselves, and we have every right to do so. Aligning ourselves with the UN does nothing to keep our people safe. It compromises our safety and the principles on which this nation was founded. Obama has yet to realize this. His rose colored glasses seem to have grossly distorted his overall global view, and America's place in the world. Unfortunately, this leaves "we the people" in a vulnerable position. It is a position holds us in limbo, simply waiting for the next time UBL and Co. seek to declare war... or an overt contingency operation on innocent American citizens. The only question that remains is: Who will the victim be? It most certainly will not be those held at GITMO, or the circus clowns at the UN.

Mr. Obama, you have sold us out. You are effectively toying with our safety. Please, Mr. President, please stop listening to those who judge from afar. Instead, listen to those in the pentagon. Our future and our safety depends upon it. The outsider's will still remain outsiders. They will be unscathed. We the people, however, will not be so fortunate.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Contest Winner: The Ugliest Person In The World.



I remind you that I have three mean bones in my body. I am flexing the smallest one right now. Isn't she un-lovely? Seriously, she looks like Tony Danza in drag. I wonder if she has more testosterone than a bull shark? I don't know why I wonder such things, but I do. I would love to run some sort of government sponsored experiment regarding the levels of testosterone in non lipstick lesbians and bull sharks or the Louisville basketball team. Aaah, the possibilities of government funded research... I could fill an entire afternoon devising clever projects. Who wouldn't want to know which drinking fountain had the coldest water in Minneapolis? Endless opportunity. And yes, she does look like she ran the 100 yd dash in a 50 yd. gym, got third place in a knife fight, and went bobbing for french fries. Poor thing. She should really consider being the next contestant on Extreme Makeover. I wonder if that could help her with all of her unfortunateness.

Please excuse me, while I go and stare at my beautiful face in the mirror for the next half hour. I am going to be honest, it IS easy being so ridiculously good looking. I don't mind it one bit.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Girls Girls Girls.



Interesting concept. It seems a little idealistic, but sometimes idealistic dreams become a reality. Anyway, I posted this because I am thinking of sweet Sally today. She is one. Happy Birthday little girl. You are never far from my mind. If only I could save the world, and all the kiddos like you. But really, the only world you want me to save is yours.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The Real Bonus Question.

President Obama (and the rest of the circus performers in Washington) are calling for blood (or taxes) in the AIG bonus scandal. I understand the civil unrest and utter disgust at the prospects of those who failed, reaping the benefits that are so obviously undeserved. It is especially disconcerting when the checks are written on the backs of tax payer dollars. Money that was honestly earned, by folks (a lot of whom are really hurting financially) preforming their civic duty: Paying taxes for the betterment of the nation.

There is no question regarding the legitimacy (or lack thereof) of these checks. It was never in the best interest of the U.S. to subsidize bonus checks to CEOs and VPs. Then again, it was never in the best interest of country for the government to buy out the banks, the auto industry, and anyone else seemingly "too big to fail". However, this is the current state of our "more perfect union". The government has suddenly become all encompassing and involved in nearly every aspect of our daily lives. Due to the fact that "Big Brother" has his hand in nearly everything, corporations have to adjust their ways.

The moment they asked for government intervention, and readily accepted it, their MOs should have changed. Unfortunately, the learning curve is exactly that, a learning curve. CEOs are not accustomed to answering to anyone. Now it seems they have to answer to everyone. Talk about a seismic shift in the way they have previously conducted business. The new normal for the execs. at AIG and the likes is anything but business as usual. The adjustments into daily due diligence in corporate America does not excuse gross negligence associated with these bonus checks. Nor does it change the underlying fact, that these checks are bogus.

But, there is something larger going on here. Once again, everyone seems to be caught up in the minutia of the real issue. These checks account for less than one percent of the rescue package that AIG received. It is almost comical to me that there is such public outcry over the one percent; without a single inquiry regarding the other ninety-nine percent. Alas, the angry mob of American citizens are desperately looking for a scapegoat. Surely, someone is to blame for the economic collapse, corruption and greed. Insert CEO's and corporate fat cats. Everyone hates the uber rich guy.

The executives at AIG are an ideal target. Is it deserved? Perhaps. Probably. The real issue is not about the inevitable acceptance of remittance for a job ghastly done. Instead of questioning the funds allocated for the bonus checks, perhaps the real point in question should surround the other $169,835,000,000. After all, in the grand scheme of golden parachutes and bailout rescue packages, the bonus checks are merely pocket change. In the end, the dollar amount ascribed to those select few at AIG is rather obsolete. It is however, a symbolic message regarding the corporate greed that plagues today's society. I only wish one of those checks would miraculously fall into my pocket.

Perchance, the most interesting and dissuading aspect of this entire episode is not the bequeathing of undeserved bounties, but rather the reaction of the Washington bureaucrat. Namely, the retort dispatched by our commander in chief. Once again, PBO resorts to his favorite solution, one of extreme taxation. Yes, these checks are a joke. But, the thought of retroactive taxation laws created on a whim are anything but funny. It is downright scary.

Civil unrest should, instead, be directed towards the very idea of changing the tax codes to pacify the masses "in this one instance". Because, this one instance will likely become common practice. A common practice that will affect not only those "jerks" at AIG, but every Dick and Jane from sea to shining sea.

In the art world, the avant garde is referred to as the forerunner and the revealer. Is the AIG special tax regulation simply the forerunner and the revealer into the fate of the American taxpayer? I beseech those in Washington to take notice. What was once striking and strange (the avant garde) quickly becomes the status quo.

While I would find great pleasure going "Ram Jam style" (leg drops and head locks) on our president, his policies, and the execs. at AIG, it just wouldn't be prudent. The secret service would have my cute little bubble butt in a figure four faster than I can say stimulus package. Someone has to pose these questions to our great leader. I know it won't be the elite media. The question is: Who is willing to stand up and actually stand for what our founding fathers fought so tirelessly for? Until that date, the status quo of government procedure will become more and more disenfranchised from the very ideals that are the foundation so brilliantly laid out by those with a vision larger than themselves. Where is Thomas Jefferson when you need him?

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Ironic Coincidence... I Think... Perhaps.

I may have spoken too soon. Yesterday, I spoke with adulation and praise for FP JR, and I meant it. However, this was before I went to the gas station. This was before I met the man of my dreams, while filling my white soccer mama car with premium gasoline. This was before I completely humiliated myself twice... in his presence. This is before I learned that I may be destined to become a rhinestone cow girl. Be still my beating heart. Back off ladies,this guy is mine. I have a gigantic crush on a cowboy named Shane. AAAAAHHHH! He is soooo dreamy. I feel like a tween who has just been swept off her feet and into into Twilight's Edward's arms, or the Jonas Brothers groupie van or Zac Efron's existence. Shane, if you are somehow reading this... I love you and definitely want to have at least seventeen of your babies. You interested? I am.


On another note: FP JR hates the picture I posted of him in yesterday's monologue. He thinks he looks to be a little light in the loafers. I told him I had not fixed it in photoshop yet... and that I would do that, eventually. I don't know what he dislikes more... the photo that I posted or the fact that I (occasionally) photoshop his mug. Relax, Kiddo. I only have eyes for you. (and Shane, the dreamboat cowboy)

Off to bask in the ever flattering sunlight of a teenage crush. I promise I will fill you in on the entire event's unfolding at a later date. For now, I will dream of life in the country with my cowboy, Shane... the epitome of all Malboro men. More accurately, the epitome of all men in a MaryKate world.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Sap




Due to the fact that Glen Beck openly cried on live television today, I felt compelled see his sap and raise him one. Cue romantic ballad... possibly something by Whitney Houston or the likes... that or Chariots of Fire. Because here is the part of the day where I ponder the thought that there was once a time in my life where I was not attached at the hip to freddie prince jr. What did i do? Who did I bother? What did i think about? In the beginning, I completely intended to remain a strong, independant woman... and probably break your heart. So much for my intentions. I am spellbound by your every move. I am a puddle. You are my world.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Here is the orig. photo... SOOC.


I have decided to enter the I heart faces weekly contest. This is my submission. I took this picture last week on vacation in Red Hook, St. Thomas USVI. I do not know this little girl's name, but she was absolutely adorable. Here's to my newest obsession... and hope I finish well.



Monday, March 9, 2009

La Vie En Rose: Its Above My Pay Grade.



Obama is six weeks in. Only 202 left in his administration. Hooray! I used to pass by this handmade yard sign every day on my way to art school that said, "Can't Hardly Wait Till 2008". Honestly, it bugged me. In all actuality, it made my nostrils flare... that's ugly. Even on my pretty little face. I hate to admit that I have a mental paper chain in my frontal lobe, counting down the weeks until we go to the polls again; but I sort of do. I really don't want to be like the "hater" that had that yard sign, but this guy is single handily changing the coordinates on my personal financial course in history. And, for the record, I don't like this road map. It seems we are lost. Whoops! We made a wrong left turn about six months ago. If a doctor screws up your medical procedures, you can sue them for medical malpractice. I claim medical malpractice... or economic malpractice. Can one sue for economic malpractice? This may be something I should look into...

It has become increasingly apparent that our "Great Leader" would rather disassemble a way of life that has to date, proven to be the most successful model of self reliance and hard work, in lieu of systems confirmed to be futile in other societies. Ostensibly, the rhetoric deeming the fortuitous evil and greedy won him the election. It also has decimated an economy faster than Chicken Little can tell you that the sky is falling. Truly, this election will prove to have been historic. A blunder in history that will make the Carter administration look like a winning endeavor. But, I assure you, it is someone else's fault. Welcome to ObamaNation. What an abomination. Pay your taxes here, please.

Meanwhile, while the stock market continues to plummet, his wife and family will grace the cover of People, Time, Newsweek, and USWeekly, smiling and posing in the East Room, the Lincoln Bedroom, Camp David and the Rose Garden. Move over Brad and Angie, your brood is no longer the most fashionable and sought after media darlings... insert Michelle, Sasha, Malia and the Messiah. While they are being photographed by Slim Aarons and Annie Liebowitz, PBO will continue to kill the economy with a photogenic smile, and a tax hike for the rich. His smile so brilliant it will blind the media's watchful eye... leaving them awestruck; too enamored to ask the tough questions that deserve answers. Softballs are his specialty.

I saw an interview last week where the interviewer (I forget who... but it was someone from MSNBC) basically said... the economy is so front and center in the news these days, and folks are probably sick and tired about hearing all of the economic doom and gloom... what is the best perk about living in the white house? Are you kidding me? This is what you choose to ask? You call yourself a responsible journalist? This is like asking Mr. Lincoln besides the obvious; how did you enjoy the play? Aaah, but he looked great in the photo shoot, didn't he? Hollywood could not write a better script. Camelot part deux. A tinsel town set, seemingly believable, but with little substance. This is our presidency. Pay your taxes here, please.

His face will replace Mickey Mouse on wrist watches. (shared a cab with a lady sporting one last week) You can even purchase a commemorative plate emblazoned with his portrait. Next thing you know, the Department of Treasury will create a $3 bill adorned with his kisser. Seriously, this guy is amazing. The leaders of Heavens Gate could have taken a lesson from his book. Adulation and praise for PBO the entire ride to a bankrupt nation. I might be the only one who didn't get roofied at the party? Because, I don't buy it. Cheerleading has taken on a whole new meaning, and he is our national football hero. For the moment he is basking in the glory. Situating himself in the always favorable limelight, like a lizard sunning himself in the Galapagos. Isn't it slightly hypocritical and callous for those in the Obama camp to be so outwardly celebratory in their almost daily soirees, dancing through life, while people are losing their life savings. Are we not in the middle of a major recession? How about a little discretion. How is it that the president gets a pass, while banks and businesses are given the third degree? It seems a little pompous and artificial. But wait, Pay your taxes here, please.

All the while, while "We the people" (some of the people) are viewing his every move through rose colored glasses; Iran has seen President Obama's biceps and has flexed their own...nuclear arms. I know that "you can't hug with nuclear arms" (great bumper sticker) but you sure can change the global landscape with just one. Luckily, PBO is willing to sit down and chat with that crazy nut job whose name I cannot spell... and I don't care to google. Phew. Our national fears have been quelled, diplomacy with nut jobs is the new black. (which was last year's pink) I need a glass of wine and a paxil. I sure hope that every one's rose colored glasses have transition lenses. Perhaps when they finally come out of the historic fog, everyone will once again see clearly. Didn't think I forgot about you... Pay your taxes here, please.

I am at a loss...I guess the whole thing is above my pay grade.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Open Letter.

Dear President Obama,
Recently you compared the stock market's daily fluctuations to a tracking poll in politics. Interesting. Enlightening. I am afraid that I am going to have to call Bullsh*t on you, sir. You see, the so called tracking poll you are referring to is actually the most accurate representation of our economy... and "We The People's" 401k's, children's college education funds, and life savings. Your remarks are disheartening to the typical American investor. You see, it is quite apparent that your grasp on economic fundamentals are at best filled with vast gaps and vacuous black holes. You speak of government bank buyouts, and in the same breath, encourage us to place our earnings into the market; suggesting that we buy up shares of Citibank, and the likes. Even a simple Yankee girl like myself understands that if the government owns the banks, the stocks will be valued at zero. The last time I attended a math class, zero meant nothing... I don't think this has since changed. Wouldn't this produce virtually the same result as taking a match to crisp Benjamin's and watching it burn without the excitement of the possibility of burning one's fingers?

With all of your broad and inflated promises of hope and change, you have yet to deliver anything but a large invoice to the American taxpayer. In case you failed to notice, since you have signed your stimulus bill, the stock market has reacted in a less than positive manner. It has tanked. Since election night, stocks have fallen over 30%. If this is change, I wish for more of the same. If this is hope, I choose reality. Because PBO, reality right now is scarier than any novel written by Steven King. They say that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I believe that your intentions are good... but Mr. President, this economy looks an awful lot like the sixth circle of Dante's Inferno.

Yes, you have inherited some of the problem, but the problem now is that the very way you have addressed the problem is creating more tempestuous times than your predecessor ever dreamed of. The market is not a tracking poll, it is honest folk's savings and investments. It is actual capital. It is not an opinion. But, if you would like to view it that way... game on. Check the trends since November 4, 2008. It looks like your tracking poll is in the toilet, along with my savings. The magic eight ball says that popularity is not in your future. Thank you for offering your opinion on the stock market... however, after taking stock of your recent proposals and legislation, I do not put much stock into it. I would have more luck with flipping coins, rolling the dice, and consulting Ms. Cleo the television clairvoyant. Perhaps you too should consult her or anyone else on the psychic friends network before you make your next move... It worked for the Reagan's, perhaps it too could enlighten you.
Sincerely,
Future Queen of the House

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKK!!!




I'm back after spending a wonderful extended vacation in the virgin islands. Thank you, Delta airlines for deeming our vacation too short, and extending our stay two days. It was a great 12 days, and I am glad to be home. I must admit, I truly am excellent at being on vacation. It was a great time had by all in attendance. In addition to taking a sabbatical from blogging, I also neglected the daily news as best I could... therefore, I have not only a lot of catch up at work, but also in the area of current events. Here is to a great time, and a much needed escape into paradise. Much like Kenny, I wish I was on Jost Van Dyke, sipping on some of foxy's fire water rum, and kicking it with Ivan... it would not take much for me to up and run, today. Anyone looking to get rid of an old blue chair, I know just the spot to sit and watch boats sail out of Cinnamon Bay with a painkiller in hand. God really knew what he was doing when he created the virgin islands... and the guy who invented the bushwacker.