Jan 19, 2011
Coming soon - Political page
Tonight I will wade into Obamacare and the problems with nailing down who that will cover and how much it will cost. I have added a page for this stuff so that only those who are actually interested in it will be able to go there for discussions.
Jan 17, 2011
Can you believe this?
I just had to comment on this. It will relate to some posting I want to do about the subject of "feminism" and what in Heaven's name that even means today.
This is Helem Bonham Carter and the outfit she wore to the Golden Globes. Now, I am for everybody being happy. Whatever that takes, as long as you don't hurt anyone but possibly yourself, I say it's your business.
Having said that, I have to say this: Helen is either into the Judy Garland Trail Mix OR this is the equivalent of an actresses "Up yours, Hollywood!" moment.
I did not watch the Golden Globes, but when I saw this outfit I laughed out loud for 7 or 8 minutes. Is the strap dress supposed to do that? Do you see the two different shoes???? I mean the whole thing is a disaster, but the shoes!! THE SHOES!!
I strongly suspect they could make a hilarious movie out of the story behind this outfit. Probably even the day and night proceeding her putting this outfit on. I would give anything to know what her exact words were when she got it all together and looked in the mirror. Do you think she DID look in the mirror? Did an assistant get fired over this?
If this is her way of thumbing her nose to the waste and shallowness of awards shows, Helen has new fan.
If she was just having "one of those days" and decided to say "hell with it" I still admire her courage.
Either way I have to check her out further.
And you can't BUY publicity like that outfit guarantees.
So I am calling this an epic success, regardless of what the fashion police say. Truly laugh out loud.
This is Helem Bonham Carter and the outfit she wore to the Golden Globes. Now, I am for everybody being happy. Whatever that takes, as long as you don't hurt anyone but possibly yourself, I say it's your business.
Having said that, I have to say this: Helen is either into the Judy Garland Trail Mix OR this is the equivalent of an actresses "Up yours, Hollywood!" moment.
I did not watch the Golden Globes, but when I saw this outfit I laughed out loud for 7 or 8 minutes. Is the strap dress supposed to do that? Do you see the two different shoes???? I mean the whole thing is a disaster, but the shoes!! THE SHOES!!
I strongly suspect they could make a hilarious movie out of the story behind this outfit. Probably even the day and night proceeding her putting this outfit on. I would give anything to know what her exact words were when she got it all together and looked in the mirror. Do you think she DID look in the mirror? Did an assistant get fired over this?
If this is her way of thumbing her nose to the waste and shallowness of awards shows, Helen has new fan.
If she was just having "one of those days" and decided to say "hell with it" I still admire her courage.
Either way I have to check her out further.
And you can't BUY publicity like that outfit guarantees.
So I am calling this an epic success, regardless of what the fashion police say. Truly laugh out loud.
Jan 16, 2011
Mistaken lyrics beget blog title
Update on non-smoking: I have noticed, as have a couple of others, that I am smoking the magic stick less. It is now about 9 or 10 in the morning before I really have a craving for the nicotine.
I have also heard rumblings of the starter kits being taken off the market. I haven't researched it yet, but word on the street is that the FDA is throwing a fit because they haven't approved it. I didn't know that was even a requirement of the FDA anymore with all the commercials for drugs on TV now, which turn out to have class action suits filed within a period of about 3 years because the drug they advertised and you went and got from your Dr. turned out to have serious side effects that will probably kill you. Have you actually listened to those commercials? The side effects they read at the end always have me in stitches. You really have to wonder who would need a drug that bad.
But back to the electric cigarettes, I think we will still be able to buy the cartridge refills. If you are interested in one at all, I would buy one or two now. It has been a miracle for me and several of my friends. No one who has tried one has said it did not cut down on thier smoking.
In other news, I will tell you where the name of my blog comes from. My oldest son, the Rock Star, recently recorded a CD with his band. This CD is the result of years of work, sweat, money, tears and life experience and I am so very proud of these kids. The name of the band is Our Last Run. I happen to know they take all exposure, especially if it's free, and I have been cleared to talk about them.
These kids have been playing together for 4 or 5 years, and for most of those years, our house was a place where musical instruments were always laying out, song lists and partially written songs were on slips of paper everywhere, and it was not uncommon for 5 or 6 strapping young gentlemen to wander in and inquire if there was anything to eat. (There was, as a result of my having discovered Pioneer
Woman about that time.)
It was loud, the hours were not regular, and you might get a call at 10 pm requesting an extension cord or something be delivered to where the band was playing. The Rock Star wrote most of the lyrics and used words like "debris" and "disarray", which thrilled his already proud mother to no end. "Hey, mom, listen to this song and help me figure out what to do with it" was a common request.
So, you would think I would know all the words, right? Not so right.
When I got my advance copy, I put it in my car and rode around until I had listened to the whole thing. When I got home, I told The Rock Star that I absolutely loved it, raved on and on very enthusiastically, and said "Lace your days with hope", that is the best line. The Rock Star didn't miss a beat. He just smiled fondly and said "Huh. It's actually "replace your fears with hope", but that's actually better. I think I'll use that." I felt terrible about it. I assured him it probably wasn't his singing, it was more likely my old hearing. But since I came up with it I decided to use it for my blog title. If he wants to use it now I will of course give him permission.
I can't tell you what it is as a mother to listen to these songs. They chronicle his life in those years, and he has grown so much and so WELL that I can only hope he never stops. It's been 6 months and I still can't keep from tearing up everytime I listen to it.
If I had known when I became a mother how wonderful it would turn out, I would do it all again, 1000 times. It is being a parent that makes us become the best person we can be. We live a certain way not because we like to (at first) but to give our children an example of how to live thier lives. I used to think as a young mother that when the kids grew up I would have time to chase my own dreams. Along the way I came to realize that my children were the only dreams I ever had worth pursuing.
I think sacrifice is the secret to life. You have to do it for a long time without getting anything back. Because otherwise, it's not really sacrifice, is it? If you do it long enough, you will learn to love it for itself. It ceases to matter whether you get anything back. And when you do, it only makes you glad they see that you made it and are grateful in turn.
That's how you know they will be all right, even if you die tomorrow. It all comes full circle and you will find that all those years you went on because you didn't know what else to do, well, there was a plan. You were doing exactly what you were supposed to.
It's a really good feeling. It takes 20 years, but it's SO SO worth it.
That should be enough hope to lace several days. Especially for the young mothers who are trapped at home during this long, miserably cold haul up the hill to spring. Take heart and have a little faith in yourself. Trust God. He really is in control.
I have also heard rumblings of the starter kits being taken off the market. I haven't researched it yet, but word on the street is that the FDA is throwing a fit because they haven't approved it. I didn't know that was even a requirement of the FDA anymore with all the commercials for drugs on TV now, which turn out to have class action suits filed within a period of about 3 years because the drug they advertised and you went and got from your Dr. turned out to have serious side effects that will probably kill you. Have you actually listened to those commercials? The side effects they read at the end always have me in stitches. You really have to wonder who would need a drug that bad.
But back to the electric cigarettes, I think we will still be able to buy the cartridge refills. If you are interested in one at all, I would buy one or two now. It has been a miracle for me and several of my friends. No one who has tried one has said it did not cut down on thier smoking.
In other news, I will tell you where the name of my blog comes from. My oldest son, the Rock Star, recently recorded a CD with his band. This CD is the result of years of work, sweat, money, tears and life experience and I am so very proud of these kids. The name of the band is Our Last Run. I happen to know they take all exposure, especially if it's free, and I have been cleared to talk about them.
These kids have been playing together for 4 or 5 years, and for most of those years, our house was a place where musical instruments were always laying out, song lists and partially written songs were on slips of paper everywhere, and it was not uncommon for 5 or 6 strapping young gentlemen to wander in and inquire if there was anything to eat. (There was, as a result of my having discovered Pioneer
Woman about that time.)
It was loud, the hours were not regular, and you might get a call at 10 pm requesting an extension cord or something be delivered to where the band was playing. The Rock Star wrote most of the lyrics and used words like "debris" and "disarray", which thrilled his already proud mother to no end. "Hey, mom, listen to this song and help me figure out what to do with it" was a common request.
So, you would think I would know all the words, right? Not so right.
When I got my advance copy, I put it in my car and rode around until I had listened to the whole thing. When I got home, I told The Rock Star that I absolutely loved it, raved on and on very enthusiastically, and said "Lace your days with hope", that is the best line. The Rock Star didn't miss a beat. He just smiled fondly and said "Huh. It's actually "replace your fears with hope", but that's actually better. I think I'll use that." I felt terrible about it. I assured him it probably wasn't his singing, it was more likely my old hearing. But since I came up with it I decided to use it for my blog title. If he wants to use it now I will of course give him permission.
I can't tell you what it is as a mother to listen to these songs. They chronicle his life in those years, and he has grown so much and so WELL that I can only hope he never stops. It's been 6 months and I still can't keep from tearing up everytime I listen to it.
If I had known when I became a mother how wonderful it would turn out, I would do it all again, 1000 times. It is being a parent that makes us become the best person we can be. We live a certain way not because we like to (at first) but to give our children an example of how to live thier lives. I used to think as a young mother that when the kids grew up I would have time to chase my own dreams. Along the way I came to realize that my children were the only dreams I ever had worth pursuing.
I think sacrifice is the secret to life. You have to do it for a long time without getting anything back. Because otherwise, it's not really sacrifice, is it? If you do it long enough, you will learn to love it for itself. It ceases to matter whether you get anything back. And when you do, it only makes you glad they see that you made it and are grateful in turn.
That's how you know they will be all right, even if you die tomorrow. It all comes full circle and you will find that all those years you went on because you didn't know what else to do, well, there was a plan. You were doing exactly what you were supposed to.
It's a really good feeling. It takes 20 years, but it's SO SO worth it.
That should be enough hope to lace several days. Especially for the young mothers who are trapped at home during this long, miserably cold haul up the hill to spring. Take heart and have a little faith in yourself. Trust God. He really is in control.
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