Selasa, 10 April 2012

Maryland Mega Millions Winners Collect Winnings



To practically no one's surprise, Mirlande Wilson, of Baltimore, Maryland did NOT have the winning Mega Millions ticket, as she had claimed.

Mirlande made herself an easy target for ridicule with her outlandish claims and histrionic behavior. But, in a more serious vein, it is sad that the woman, for reasons that we will probably never know, chose to court the limelight in so gaudy a manner.

The three true winners of the Mega Millions ticket quietly claimed their share of the prize yesterday, and have chosen to remain anonymous.

Congratulations to the winners - may they enjoy their new prosperity and their new lives.

Sabtu, 07 April 2012

With Love and Laughter


Two years ago today, my oldest friend, Janet, lost her battle with brain cancer. One of our goofy traditions was to call each other and discuss our favorite "Bad Acting Moment" as we watched The Ten Commandments on TV the night before Easter. Tonight, DD and I will dye Easter eggs, choose our favorite overacted scene in the movie, and remember Janet with much love and laughter.

Jumat, 06 April 2012

The Easter Basket


Of course, Darling Daughter no longer believes in the Easter Bunny. Gone are the days of dressing her in a frilly Easter frock, anklets, and dress shoes. But, even at the sophisticated age of 13, she just loves waking up to that Easter Basket. And I'm glad she does.

So, this morning found me leisurely browsing the aisle at our local Walgreen's, picking up a little bit of this, and a little bit of that for her Easter basket.

Tomorrow, we will dye too many eggs, and I will impatiently wait for her to fall asleep. Then I will assemble the basket for Sunday morning, knowing that while she may not be surprised by its appearance, she will still be delighted to receive it. And, as always, I will cherish the time with her, and revel in her delight.

Kamis, 05 April 2012

The Perils of Samantha and Her Astounding Beauty


With Darling Daughter sick with a nasty virus this week, it's been hard to get my early morning indulgences in - one of which is my regimen of reading the gossipy London Daily Mail online. Sure, on Tuesday I took a cursory glance at the stories, but in my sleep-deprived state, I glossed over Samantha Brick's ode to herself and the downside of possessing her self-proclaimed beauty. I gave her picture a quick glance, and thought perhaps she had penned something tongue-in-cheek. After all, it's not like I was seeing a face to rival Elizabeth Taylor in her young, ravishing heyday. So, I promised myself I'd get back to the site when DD's fever abated, and indulge in a much-needed chuckle.

Two days later, DD's fever is gone, so I settled down to read Samantha's tale of how hard it is to walk the primrose path of life when cursed with such a beautiful face. For Ms. Brick would have us believe that her beauty is such that she's revered by men and vilified by women. Gosh, it's just so hard being sent unsolicited bottles of wine by male admirers, and all the womenfolk hastily whisking their men out of Samantha's path, because they are threatened at their mate's inability to resist Sammy's beautiful mug.  

As if her first article wasn't tedious enough, filled with one example after another of how women hate her for simply being beautiful and an irresistable man-magnet, Sam, in a second article, now proclaims that the worldwide backlash aimed at her merely proves her point.

"While I've been shocked and hurt by the global condemnation, I have just this to say: my detractors have simply proved my point. Their level of anger only underlines that no one in this world is more reviled then a pretty woman."

She goes on to say that no one would condemn Brad Pitt, were he to announce he's good-looking, but if Angelina Jolie were to do the same, then Angie would be subjected to the same backlash that Ms. Brick has had to endure for touting her own beauty.

Samantha also feels that the reaction to her article would not be so vitriolic, were she a resident of Los Angeles. Brick's hackneyed logic? "For, in the U.S., you're expected to look good, and you're rightly applauded for it."

Hey, I don't begrudge Ms. Brick at all for having a healthy self-esteem. If she thinks she's beautiful, well, good for her. Personally, I admit to being mystified at the havoc her so-called "beauty" wreaks on the lesser mortals that cross her path, but I'll take her word for it.

I think Ms. Brick's piece was an example of masterful collusion. Certainly, the Daily Mail knew that featuring such an audacious article would give their readership a hefty boost. And I strongly suspect that Ms. Brick, despite the crocodile tears she's professed to shed since its publication, is greatly relishing her newfound fame.

If not, she can always console herself by looking in the mirror.

Sabtu, 31 Maret 2012

We Have Winners!



Well, life is surely going to change for the lucky people who have the winning Mega Millions tickets! The news is reporting this morning that there were three winning tickets sold - in Maryland, Illinois, and Kansas. Congrats to the winners, and wishing them the best of everything as they embark on their new life of prosperity.

Senin, 26 Maret 2012

Back to Reality


And, so, the wonderful Spring Break and time with Darling Daughter is over. Now Mom's on countdown till the end of the school year - only 52 school days until Summer Break!

Sabtu, 24 Maret 2012

Oh, The Horror!

Yesterday, with the temps outside hovering close to 90, I donned a tank top, scraped my hair up into a foxy clip, and headed off to the tax collector's office. I needed to correct the address on my driver's license, and renew the registration on the car.

Having had the same unattractive photo on my license for the past nine years, I assumed that I would waltz back out into the heat, carting the new license, bearing the same awful picture. Consequently, I didn't bother to dress for the occasion, let alone liven up my pasty face with any sort of makeup.

To my surprise, the cheerful clerk informed me that she'd be snapping a new picture for the license. Without further ado, I am standing in front of a blue curtain, and she snaps a new pic. Mind you, I looked like hell.

Driver's license photos are rarely flattering. But I can truly say that my new picture has to rank as one of the most dreadful ever snapped. Yes, I could fix myself up and get another photo, but I am too cheap to spend the money to do so. So, until 2018, I am stuck with a hysterically hideous photo. 

Perhaps I'll affix a small "Thank you for not laughing at this picture" sticker on the bottom of the license. And I'll make darn sure, the next time I need to diddle with the license, that I'm wearing makeup!

Jumat, 23 Maret 2012

Selasa, 20 Maret 2012

An Answered Prayer


2012 has been a challenging year for us, thus far. Though I am a woman of faith, it has been hard to hang in there and pray, especially when, on the surface, it looked like things weren't changing.

February was especially tough, and March hadn't really been shaping up to be much better. But I hung in there praying, even though those prayers were faint and halting at times.

Then, this week, everything changed. I received some great news on Sunday, and today received a specific blessing that I had been praying for. In fact, I received EXACTLY what I had been praying for.

So today's blog post is my testimonial to God's many blessings that he has showered us with this week, and I am filled with gratitude, thanks, and praise!

Jumat, 16 Maret 2012

Remembering Tyler Clementi



No one will ever know if Tyler Clementi was wrestling with his own inner torment the day he killed himself, or if the utterly despicable actions of his roommate, Dharun Ravi, drove him, in a moment of dark hopelessness, to take his own life.

Today, Dharun Ravi was just found guilty of nearly all charges against him. Ravi had many choices. He could have chosen to not tape Tyler in an intimate situation with another man, and trumpeted to the world that he was going to do so. He also could have chosen to plead guilty of the charges brought against him. But Ravi also appeared to be a young man blissfully unconcerned with those small matters of morals, decency, and, more importantly, accountability for any of his actions.

Ravi just got a much-needed and long overdue reality check/smackdown. At most he will be sentenced to 10 years in prison. He will still be a young man, still with the gift of time to fashion a new life for himself.

Tyler Clementi lived the last hours of his life in grief and torment. And though the verdict provides a measure justice, it is scant comfort, as nothing will bring Tyler back.

Kamis, 15 Maret 2012

The Final Countdown


Darling Daughter's Spring Break starts TOMORROW at 3:35pm. After a hectic week of assisting with a design project, a TV production project, and yet another science project, we are looking forward to it!

Selasa, 13 Maret 2012

One Big Whitewash


On the night of February 26, Trayvon Martin, 17, walked to a convenience store to buy his little brother some candy. As he was walking home, he was murdered.

The shooter, George Zimmerman, 28, is a volunteer crime watch captain in the predominantly white gated community where he lived. So, upon seeing an unknown young black man walking in his neighborhood, he did what any good old boy would do, and called the cops.

Despite being told by police to NOT approach Trayvon, Zimmerman got out of his car and confronted Trayvon. By the time police arrived, Trayvon was dead

George Zimmerman was toting a gun. Trayvon was found with the candy he'd bought for his little brother in his pocket.

The po-po took Zimmerman in for questioning, but released him, once Zimmerman told them there had been an altercation, and that he'd shot Trayvon in self-defense.

Sanford police chief Bill Lee says there's not enough evidence to arrest Zimmerman. “In this case Mr. Zimmerman has made the statement of self-defense,” Lee said. “Until we can establish probable cause to dispute that, we don’t have the grounds to arrest him.”

I call bullshit on Lee's lame statements. The police are refusing to release the transcripts of several 911 calls that came in, purportedly from people who claim Zimmerman and Trayvon were fighting prior to Trayvon being murdered, as they claim their investigation is ongoing.

How did the supposed fight start? Zimmerman was advised to stay in his car and wait until the police arrived. Trayvon was killed less then 70 feet from his father's home. Had Zimmerman ignored his itchy trigger finger and stayed put, Trayvon would more then likely have been safely home by the time police arrived.

And I call bullshit on Zimmerman's lame self-defense story. Zimmerman was trolling "his" neighborhood, with a gun in his car. He got out of the car, with his gun in hand. I don't know of any young kid, black, white, or green, that might not have thought he was about to be attacked, or robbed, or worse, if someone had approached them with a gun.

If a fight erupted, as Zimmerman said, one has to ask who instigated the altercation? The police, for the moment, are professing satisfaction with Zimmerman's self-defense claims, based on the fact that Zimmerman had blood and grass stains on his shirt.

Zimmerman got out of that car expecting trouble with Trayvon, because Trayvon was unknown, but, more importantly, because Trayvon was black. Had Trayvon been white, I strongly doubt Zimmerman would have given him a second glance.

Yet Zimmerman remains a free man - a free man who also was arrested back in in 2005 for resisting arrest and assaulting a police officer.

The tragic death of Trayvon Martin begs for justice to be served. Unfortunately, it appears that all that's going to be served in this case is one big can of whitewash.

The police appear willing to sweep the entire incident under the rug.

Zimmerman will remain free, his lame claim of self-defense sufficing as a worthy excuse for a cold-blooded murder.

And Trayvon Martin, who deserved so much more, got nothing but a bullet.

Sickening.

Sabtu, 03 Maret 2012

Kamis, 01 Maret 2012

Remembering Davy Jones


He was my first pre-teen crush. I was already 5' 7" at only 11, and he stood only 5' 4". No matter. I loved him, and like millions of other girls around the world, I fantasized about having him for a boyfriend.

Davy Jones.

My bedroom walls were papered with posters of Davy and The Monkees, all carefully pulled from the pages of Tiger Beat. My love of all things Monkees was inexplicable, even to me, a girl raised on the truly great music of Motown. But somewhere, between Marvin and Tammy, Stevie, The Temptations, The Supremes, and Smokey, the music of The Monkees is inextricably woven in the fabric of my youth.

The Monkees, known among wags as the Pre-Fab Four,  were America's answer to The Beatles. For The Monkees were created by a canny group of men in the entertainment industry, who, upon seeing the massive amounts of cash being raked in via the success of The Beatles, wanted a cut of that particular financial pie. Auditions were held...Davy Jones, Peter Tork, Mickey Dolenz, and Mike Nesmith were considered pleasing vocally, and attractive enough, and The Monkees were launched.

Then, in a few short years, it was over. The execs didn't factor in the possibility that Davy, Peter, Mickey, and Mike might be real people with their own dreams and serious musical aspirations. When they didn't go along with the program, the boys in the band found themselves abandoned by their mentors, who went on to other successes. The former Monkees were left to struggle on past their former Teen Idol status.

They did well, despite their abandonment. Davy seemed the one most at peace with realizing what he had been, and content to give the once-young fans what they wanted - the infectious pop of their youth, and a welcome trip down Memory Lane, a safe refuge from the craziness of their present world.

He did it well, and he did it cheerfully. Davy never took his fans for granted, never took the music that made so many smile for granted. He was a class act.

Last night, as has happened all too often recently, I took my own trip back to my youth. The night was filled with the music of The Monkees...my daughter, as expected, smiled in bemusement, as she shook her head gently, not understanding my sadness.

We all have to die. But I thought that Davy Jones, with his eternally youthful face, and his joy in the music that had made him a heart-throb so many years ago, would be around for many more years. But it wasn't to be.

Thank you, Davy, thank you, for the music, for the joy, and the wonderful memories.

Selasa, 28 Februari 2012

Dancing With The Stars Cast Revealed!


Here they are - the latest cast of Dancing With The Stars -

Jack Wagner

Melissa Gilbert

Donald Driver

William Levy

Sherri Shepherd

Kathleen Jenkins

Gavin Degraw

Martina Navratilova

Roshon Fegan

Maria Menounos

Jaleel White

AND...Drumroll Please...the voice of my childhood...

GLADYS KNIGHT

DD and I are addicted to DWTS, regardless of the cast each season. But I'm already  beyond thrilled to see Gladys competing. Hopefully, she'll do some singing, as well!

Kamis, 23 Februari 2012

Boo-Hiss to the National Enquirer


The National Enquirer reached a new low this week by publishing a photo of Whitney Houston in her coffin. I am really too appalled to frame sufficient commentary at this time.

Selasa, 21 Februari 2012

A Preview of the Empty Nest


Darling Daughter has spent three nights away from me in the last week. Off with her best friend, she's had a grand old time. I'm glad she has...she's off doing all of the fun things she should be doing at her age. As for me, well, I got a somewhat unwelcome glimpse of the future.

I came late to the Motherhood Game - I was 43 when I adopted DD. Life hadn't worked out quite as I'd planned with the baby thing - I was retro enough to hope, when I was younger, that I'd meet my Mr. Right, settle down, and we'd raise several children together.

However, Mr. Right never came along, and a non-cancerous tumor left me unable to bear children. Yet life has a way of working out just as it's supposed to, and I have been blessed with the child I was meant to have.

I have cherished every moment of the twelve-plus years my daughter and I have had together. I remember holding her, when she was an infant, and relishing the thought of the many years ahead. As for her growing up, and leaving home? Pfft - I had lots of time.

Yet, with the three nights DD has been away, I realized, with an unpleasant shock, that it won't be too many more years before DD is off to college and out on her own. I don't know why, this time, this particular short jaunt away from me has bothered me so much. After all, she spends several weeks up North with my parents every summer.

Perhaps it's because the time with her has flown so quickly. Perhaps it's the realization that she's growing into the lovely young woman I'd prayed she would be. Perhaps it has also left me wondering how the heck I'm going to reshape my life as she goes out into the world to live hers.

She'll be back home tonight. She'll know I missed her, but probably won't understand why I hug her so tightly. She'll be happy to see me, and will quickly settle back into her normal daily routine.

And, as I hug her, I will wish for the impossible - to somehow freeze time, all the while knowing that time is passing much too quickly.

Minggu, 19 Februari 2012

Okay - Now Where Was I???

The Tasmanian Devil has left town, and life will now, mercifully, return to normal.

Senin, 13 Februari 2012

Freezing In Florida


Temps in the low 20's this morning. Transformer blew nearby & electricity went out - briefly, thankfully. Too cold!!!

Sabtu, 11 Februari 2012

The Trash Pickers


Nearly every neighborhood has a neighbor that is, well, perhaps a bit of a challenge to associate with. In our neighborhood, we are blessed with an entire family of such characters, and we experience the joy of living directly across the street from ours.

Mind you, we're not talking the neighbor that can be fondly labeled as a colorful eccentric. No indeedie...our crew is a hard-drinkin', druggin', and livin' crew. The neighbors are regularly treated to the fights that erupt amongst them, usually in the front yard. Then, of course, comes the inevitable visit from the police. 

But let's forget about the crew's best efforts to daily devalue the property in the neighborhood for a moment, shall we? Let's talk TRASH.

I put a larger amount of trash at the curb this week, having worked diligently at cleaning and organizing our garage. While the majority of the items - useless, too worn, etc. - were bagged, I had tossed an extremely large basket alongside the trashcans.

As I returned from taking DD to the bus stop this morning, I noticed Big Mama and her daughter-in-law, the neighbors from the loud house, pacing the bottom of their driveway, eyeing my trash. No sooner did I shut the front door, then Big Mama darted across the street, snatched the basket, and both ladies dashed into their house.

Now, I am usually thrilled to put usable items at the curb. I EXPECT someone to take them. Heck, I scored a solid maple dresser from a house two doors up when the neighbor shoved it to street (I did knock on the door, first, and get her okay to haul it to my house). It's common to see people driving though the neighborhood, looking for usable goodies. And, for many, times are tough, and some may not have the money to make a purchase at a thrift shop.

But, since we've lived at this house, I admit that it gripes me that no matter what I put outside, the scavengers across the street take it. Split plastic storage containers, a broken bike - it matters not. They take it. Nine times out of ten, they don't even USE the items they take. It simply joins the enormous pile of junk already filling their garage.

Maybe I'd feel differently if they weren't incessantly ringing my doorbell, asking for food and money. Maybe I'd feel differently had the son not burglarized several houses in the neighborhood. Maybe it's because I'm sick of their grandson and his slingshot, as he daily wings rocks through the air, heedless of the houses or cars in the neighborhood. Maybe it's because they've already stolen my peace of mind.

Luckily, we rent this house, so we will not be in this neighborhood forever. In the not-too-distant future, DD and I will be moving on to the next adventure in our lives. Every box we sort, every item we get rid of, gets us one step closer to our goal.

We're moving forward...

Jumat, 10 Februari 2012

Black Coffee


Up early, drinking black coffee, because I forgot to buy milk at the store yesterday. Need milk!

Kamis, 09 Februari 2012

Are You Zaching Yet? You Should Be...


Zach Lederer, 18, from Ellicott City, Maryland, knows a thing or two about beating the odds.

In sixth grade, Zach began suffering from severe headaches. When his mother took him to the doctor, she was ordered to take Zach immediately to the emergency room at Johns Hopkins. There, Zach's parents received the news that Zach had an inoperable, fatal brain tumor.

Noted neurosurgeon Ben Carson, after consulting with Zach's doctors, decided to take Zach's case. Zach endured brain surgery, a medically induced coma, and radiation, before returning to the sixth grade.

Over time, the tumor began to shrink. As of 2010, the once walnut-sized tumor measured a puny centimeter in diameter.

By 2011, Zach was enrolled at the University of Maryland at College Park, majoring in broadcast journalism. He also became the student manager of the men's basketball team.

However, in early January, Zach noticed numbness in his left leg. An MRI showed a lesion in his brain. Zach would require another brain surgery.

While in his hospital bed, Zach struck a pose for the camera. He said that he thought, “If I make these muscles and show everyone how strong I am right now, they’ll stop worrying about me and think, ‘Oh he’ll be great.’"

His dad posted the picture on Facebook. Several hours later, his cousins, Jon Feldman and Joey O'Dwyer, struck the same pose and posted their picture, as well.

Zaching was born.

Since Zach first struck his fearless pose, hundreds have posted pictures of themselves Zaching. And the numbers are growing daily.

Want to show Zach your support? Take a good look at how it's done from Zach's picture, above. Send your picture to zaching27@gmail.com, and it'll be posted on his Tumblr page (zaching.tumblr.com).

Spread the word. Spread the love. Spread the hope. Let's do this for Zach!

Rabu, 08 Februari 2012

Eliminating the Stuff Monster


We moved to Florida nearly nine years ago. We moved with too much stuff, we've gotten rid of a lot of stuff, and the bottom line is that we STILL have too much stuff.

Currently, the inside of our house is relatively spare and uncluttered. Darling Daughter's bedroom is a bit of an exception, but the normal teenage frou-frou crapola isn't overwhelming.

But the Stuff Monster lives in our garage, and he needs to be purged. I will readily admit that I have thought about and discussed this purge for YEARS, yet it has never happened.

However, several weeks ago, DD and I reached a momentous decision regarding our future. While we are not going to be acting on the decision tomorrow, we both agreed that one of the necessary steps toward its fruition is getting rid of the Stuff Monster in the garage once and for all. We have a pact - we are going to be ruthless.

To that end, I visited his lair this morning. It ain't pretty. In fact, I briefly retreated into the house, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the task at hand. After a quick slug of coffee, I returned to the garage, and tackled several half-opened boxes.

Within the hour, I had two filled bags ready to haul to the trash, and four broken-down boxes in the recycle bin. I also set aside several items that will never make it onto the trash truck Friday morning - they will be snarfed up with glee by someone in the neighborhood, once I place them at the curb. One man's trash...

Yes, I was feeling a bit smug after my initital encounter with the Stuff Monster. To further arm myself for future battle, I made a pit stop at Walgreen's, and purchased additional trash bags.

Tomorrow, I will venture into the Stuff Monster's lair again. His days are numbered. By the time we're through, he'll be whimpering in defeat. And we will have successfully laid the foundation for the new life we are planning.

Selasa, 07 Februari 2012

For the Cox Family


The Lord is my shepherd,


I shall not be in want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures,

he leads me beside quiet waters,

He restores my soul.

He guides me in paths of righteousness

for his name's sake.

Even though I walk

through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,

for you are with me;

your rod and your staff,

they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me

in the presence of my enemies.

You anoint my head with oil;

my cup overflows.

Surely goodness and love will follow me

all the days of my life,

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord

forever.

- Psalm 23

Rest in eternal peace, Charlie and Braden Powell. Prayers and the deepest condolences to the Cox family.

Senin, 06 Februari 2012

The Week in Review - A Series of Unfortunate Events


Monday –

The Leak – Ah, the inexpressible joy of discovering the underside of your car draining antifreeze onto the driveway. The momentary relief of actually locating said leak, while mentally tallying the lack of funds available for a repair. Reminding oneself that a second vehicle and another income are not valid reasons for wishing one had a spouse.

The Computer Monitor – Begins flashing a myriad of colors, blacking in and out, fading from light to dark. Additional time spent stressing over lack of funds to replace, and wondering how well Darling Daughter would adjust to an immediate father.

Tuesday –

The Tire – The thrill of a text from a neighbor, informing you that the rear tire on the car is low. The heart-in-mouth drive to the gas station to put air in the tire, and the blissful moment one spies the gleam of a nail imbedded in the tire. The sense of deja-vu as one again contemplates the lack of funds for a second auto repair. Quickly surveying the patrons filling their car at the gas station, and realizing none look like a viable candidate for a husband.

The Monitor Redux - Computer-savvy friend informs me that computer is fine, but the monitor is definitely on the fritz. Retire to bed with a pounding headache.

Wednesday –

The Internet, The Phone, The TV- Staggering into the office with the day’s first cup of coffee, cheerfully anticipating checking email between flashes of color on the monitor. Noticing, with dismay, that the batter pack that runs the phone, TV, and computer inside the house is dead – again. Make that the third time since last October. Remembering, with dread, the 3 hours and 40 minutes spent on the phone with outsourced tech support – just three short weeks earlier. Making a mental note that contemplated Quickie Spouse should be a tech geek.

Thursday –

The Battery – Making the usual drive to pick Darling Daughter up from the bus stop. Waiting in the unseasonable heat on the parking lot for the cherub to arrive home from school. The moment when one starts the car, anticipating the ride home, chatting about DD’s day, but only hearing an ominous click when turning the key in the ignition, which led me to…

The “Good Samaritan” – Asking the woman you greet every day while waiting for DD if she can give your battery a jump, only to hear, “No, uh-uh. I’m afraid something will happen to my car. Don’t you have Triple A or an auto club, or something? I mean, I hope you can figure out something soon, but I can’t help you.” So much for Sisterhood. Thanking God for the older sister of one of DD’s bus mates, who realized I was having trouble, and cheerfully helped me get the car started. Thank God for Sisterhood. Upon arriving home, I experienced…

The Epiphany – My next door neighbor. He owns a truck and a vintage Camaro that he restored himself, including rebuilding the engine! Invite neighbor to peruse under the hood of my car. Neighbor cheerfully says it will be “a piece of cake” to repair the leak, and that he will do it Sunday morning. I abandon all thoughts of hastily acquiring a spouse with relief.

Friday –

The Tech Visit – A lovely young man, who couldn’t have done more to help me get the internet, phone, & TV up & running again. Yes, he informed me that I would be billed $55 for the visit, but that it would be broken into installments, and added to the monthly bill. Got his supervisor’s email address to write a letter of commendation for his outstanding service.

Saturday –

Empowerment – Buying supplies for Sunday’s scheduled car repair. Though all is not right – yet - with the monitor and the car, feeling happy to have just survived the week, and rejoicing that all items purchased for the repair cost a mere $35.00.

Sunday –

Relief – Brilliant next door neighbor has replaced fitting and hoses on the car in 40 minutes. Internet, TV, and phone working without a hitch. Next door neighbor can also plug hole in tire. The Giants won the Super Bowl. A friend has an extra monitor. Darling Daughter assures me that this week will be better. I agree.

Selasa, 31 Januari 2012

The Crazed Computer Monitor

So, I have this nice Dell computer with a great monitor that looks like a small TV. That sentence alone should be a huge clue that I am not the most tech-savvy gal on the planet.

Yesterday, I awoke to my computer doing weird and wonderful things. I am supposedly blessed with an easy touch system to adjust the monitor settings. But something has gone fantastically haywire with the monitor's software, as the on-screen menu is popping up on the screen at odd times & the monitor is just doing it's own thing in terms of adjusting the brightness of the screen.

Thankfully, I am blessed with a tech-geek friend, who will be receiving a call from me this evening, and this issue will be behind me shortly.

Minggu, 29 Januari 2012

An Organizing Day


Am looking forward to a theraputic day of cleaning. With all of the huge changes my daughter and I are contemplating for our lives in the near future, sometimes there's nothing like the mindless repetition of housework. I find that as the house gets organized, so do my thoughts. When I am in the zone, there are no goals, no timetables - just easy moving from task to task. It's going to be a great day.

Kamis, 26 Januari 2012

The Dating Game



Let me begin by saying that I have been divorced for many years, and am - happily - single. I only find myself wishing for a husband when it's time to mow the lawn in the stifling July heat, when the car acts up, or when I'm too tired to haul the trashcans to the curb. Once those matters are handled, the thoughts of a spouse exit my head.

True, when my daughter first entered school, she fretted that the kids in her class didn't understand why she didn't have a father. I can still remember her fuming, "They all keep saying you must have that divorce thing and that I have to have a daddy somewhere."

We worked it out. Her little peers understood that I wasn't married when I adopted her, and if pressed, she explained that she had birth parents, whom she didn't know, in China.

Occasionally I have entertained the idea of dating - once my daughter graduates from high school. Right now, I'm just too darn tired at the end of every day. I am perfectly serious when I say that if Pierce Brosnan (Google him if you're too young to know who he is!) showed up at my front door on a Friday evening and announced he wanted to rock my world, I would thank him - and send him packing.

But somewhere, somehow, the internet has decided I should be dating. I have been getting unsolicited emails for "Senior People Meet", along with a pop-up to the right of my one email account that advises me that I can search for eligible single men in my area right now. I have not availed myself of either of these opportunities.

A thought that gives me pause - The internet has let me know that I am now considered a "Senior." Well, yes, age is just a number and whatnot, but I have yet to think of myself in the "Senior" category. And how did the internet figure out my age, anyway? Isn't fifty-five supposed to be the new forty? Hell, in my head, I still feel like I'm 25, though, thankfully, I possess more wisdom then I did at that age.

And where would one go to meet men anyway, were I to seriously think about dating? Bingo? A bar? My partying days are over - now a glass of wine or an occasional beer is a guarantee I'll be asleep on the sofa in no time.

I have a number of women friends in my age group. Most are married. The few that are single, and would like a significant other, are having a hard time meeting a nice guy. Here's what I've observed - most of the men in my age group want a woman half my age. You know the type - divorced, grown children, the careful comb-over, the expensive car. Trust - there's a lot of them out there.

Then there's the opposite end of the spectrum - the ones that DO want women in our age group. They tend to be, um, elderly, and will probably be dead in ten years, bless their hearts. I mean, I have a 13 year old daughter. Were I to take on an older gentleman, I get these nightmare visions of a few years down the road - zipping darling daughter into her prom gown, waving her out the door, then turning around to change the Old Dear's diaper.

My only other option is to become a Cougar (what a loathsome term!). It could work - I was a Cougar back when I was about 30...skinny, pre-child, and before the phrase had been coined. But that would raise another issue. How young a honey would I want? Not too young - it would be like raising two children instead of one. Not too close to my age, because he could run off and leave me for some fresh young thing in her twenties.

Hmmm...

No, I think I'll stay just as I am and continue to dump the daily "Senior People Meet" email into the spam folder. Nor will I click on the profiles of the eligible men in my area. But, once my daughter graduates from high school, I may rethink that whole Cougar thing!

Rabu, 25 Januari 2012

How I Love My Cats...



Pets enrich our lives, pets enrich our lives, one of the cats woke me up at 3am, pets enrich our lives...

Selasa, 24 Januari 2012

Poison Berry Taking Ex-Boyfriend to Court Again


UPDATE - The judge who heard Poison Berry's request to deny Gabriel Aubrey contact with his daughter made no ruling today. Poison will have to wait until Monday, January 30, when the judge, who would normally rule on the matter, returns from vacation.

Nahla's former nanny, Alliance Kamdem, was also in court this morning, seeking a restraining order aginst Gabriel Aubry. However, the judge rejected her request calling it "insufficient and speculative." In the court documents, Kamdem alleges other "abuse" she supposedly endured at the hands of Mr. Aubry - incidents that happened many months ago, which she never reported.


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Halle Berry is taking the father of her daughter, Gabriel Aubry, back to court today. Ms. Berry is once again playing the abuse card. It's a card Poison Berry loves, and one that has worked quite well for her over the years.

Poison has a pattern. At the end of every relationship and/or marriage, she claims the just-ditched partner was abusive. Sometimes she hints at physical abuse, other times she hints that the abuse was emotional. But there is always a claim of abuse, and she is always a victim.

Rather then seek counseling for her pattern of consistently choosing Mr. Wrong, Poison chooses to simply grab herself a new man. Case in point - within months of Ms. Berry ditching her Baby Daddy, Aubry, she hooked up with Olivier Martinez.

But Poison can't shut Gabriel Aubry entirely out of her life, because they have a daughter, Nahla, together. But she's sure as hell trying. Where she once sat on Oprah's couch, cooing about what a wonderful father Aubry was to Nahla, she's now determined to tar and feather him with the label of Worst Father Ever.

Today's emergency hearing is Poison's latest bid to strip Aubry entirely of custody and visitation of his daughter. According to published reports, Aubry had Nahla at his home, when Nahla's nanny showed up at his house. Nanny began questioning Aubry as to why Nahla hadn't been at school that day. According to Nanny, who filed a police report, Aubry lost his temper, began yelling, "You're the f**king nanny. Who do you think you are? You are a nobody. You don't need to f**king know anything," before pushing her out the door while she was holding Nahla.

Poison must be in ecstasy if Aubry did, in fact, lose it with the nanny. Yay - more "proof" for her that the "abuse" she claims is, indeed, a fact.

I am NOT making light of abuse, having watched a friend live for years with a husband that beat the hell out of her on a regular basis. But here's my beef with Berry. She's a little too glib with her consistent claims of abuse. Because she's done with Nahla's father, she has done nothing but try to obliterate him from her daughter's life since their split.

And she's very good at making her case in public. How convenient that the paps always show up when she's out with her daughter - at the beach, at the park, dining with the boyfriend. Halle loves her daughter - look how doting she is! But let Gabriel Aubry be snapped picking his daughter up at school, and within weeks, Berry files another claim in court that he's "unfit".

Poison certainly isn't the first, and won't be the last parent, to consistently haul her ex into court over custody matters. She's not the first parent who sees "winning" as more important then the welfare of her child. She just happens to have a wider audience, thanks to her celebrity. And it's an advantage that she appears willing to exploit, over and over again.

But she will never be able to erase the fact, despite her mighty efforts, that Gabriel Aubry is Nahla's father, and that he has rights where his daughter is concerned, as well. Sadly, Poison, while claiming to do what's best for her daughter, is more then likely screwing the child up far more then she will ever acknowledge. She's determined to slaughter Aubry's reputation at any cost.

As for Olivier Martinez - he would do well to pay very close attention to Ms. Berry's treatment of her exes. Better still, he should run like hell - now.

Senin, 23 Januari 2012

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Kamis, 19 Januari 2012

Leave Paula Deen Alone



Twice a year - on Thanksgiving and Christmas - my daughter and I have indulge ourselves at breakfast by whipping up Paula Deen's french toast recipe. It is, bar none, the best french toast recipe EVER. French bread, eight eggs, and two cups of half-and-half comprise a small part of the recipe. As if that weren't decadent enough, there's a praline topping, utilizing 2 sticks of butter, brown sugar, and corn syrup, to name a few of the ingredients.

But, hey, this is a recipe from Paula Deen. Good grief, when Paula cooks, one fully expects lavish quantities of butter, sugar, eggs, cream, and fat to turn up in her recipes. I have never watched one of her shows, while thinking to myself, "Self, let's see what low-cal meals Paula's got for us today." I expect to salivate, all the while thinking that a steady diet of such rich meals would certainly add to my (already) fat ass, or clog my arteries. It's not rocket science.

The other day, Paula let it be known that she has type-two diabetes. Since her announcement, there's been a flurry of commentary. Paula should've told everyone! How dare she continue to cook all those rich meals with such awful ingredients? Oh, yeah, make some money promoting a pill and not change your lifestyle! She's being verbally tarred and feathered in some columns as a concious perpetrator of heart disease and obesity.

Get over it, people.

Paula Deen is a typical American success story. Once a struggling single mother suffering from agoraphobia, she started selling her homemade sandwiches to bring in some money to support her family. From that humble start, she was able to open a restaurant, specializing in homemade, and, yes, fattening, Southern fare. She was able to parlay that success into a TV career, and author numerous cookbooks.

Okay, she has diabetes. Paula has the right, as we all do, to choose to disclose her health issues - or not. No one knows what circumstances contributed to her diabetes. Her dietary choices could have been a factor - yes. There could also be a history of diabetes in her family. Ms. Deen is, I am sure, armed with the knowledge and tools to manage her diabetes. How she does so is none of my business - or anyone's business, for that matter.

She is under no obligation to become a national spokesperson for diabetes. She is also, having disclosed her condition, under any obligation to raise diabetes awareness or to choose to do fundraising for the cause. Should she choose to do so is great - and her choice alone.

The media flap, and subsequent, often derisive commentary, that has followed her announcement is ridiculous. Ms. Deen has certainly not contributed to the obesity of many Americans. We all know that a poor diet and lack of exercise can lead to many health issues. Yet too many people continue to make poor food choices and lead sedentary lives.

So, let Anthony Bourdain raise his nose in the air and prattle about the joy of consuming raw gecko anuses in the Amazon. while he continues to bash Ms. Deen - and smoke (hypocrite, much?). As for me, I'll continue to enjoy Paula's shows and cookbooks, and wish her nothing but the best with her health and life.

Rabu, 18 Januari 2012

Laugh of the Day - You Want WHO to Portray Elizabeth Taylor???


Yesterday I visited PEOPLE's website for my daily dose of celebrity dish. One of  their lead articles stated that there's talk of Lifetime making a biopic about the late, great, and utterly gorgeous Elizabeth Taylor.

In my humble opinion, about the only actresses that comes remotely close to La Liz's incredible beauty would be either Angelina Jolie or Catherine Zeta-Jones - and neither actress even remotely resembles Liz. Nor could Lifetime hope to land either actress.

Yet neither actress was named as a contender for the part. Unbelievably, the article stated that none other then LINDSAY LOHAN was being considered for the part. Okay, Megan Fox's name was also mentioned. But - Lindsay Lohan???

Ms. Fox, though certainly beautiful, basically can't act her way out of a wet paper bag. As for the troubled addict, Lohan, well...words fail. Just take a look at the plethora of pictures of the drug and drink addled Ms. Lohan.

But the producer of the biopic confirmed that Ms. Lohan is, indeed, in talks to portray Ms. Taylor. If this gentleman thinks Lindsay is the right choice for Liz, I shudder to think who he has in mind for the role of the troubled genius of an actor, Richard Burton.

Let's just assume for a moment that Ms. Lohan would manage to show up for work - sober. Nope...I don't see it happening. This poor addled producer needs to get his head out of where the sun doesn't shine and rethink his options.

LINDSAY LOHAN?????

Cue the rude laughter...

Minggu, 15 Januari 2012

Jumat, 13 Januari 2012

Her Heinous and Bozo Split



It's all over between Her Heinous and Bozo. The tender bonds formed between our sociopathic murderess and her porcine defense attorney have unraveled. The duo's relationship apparently came undone due to financial hardship. Let's take a trip down Memory Lane, and revisit those early golden days of their relationship -


The First Meeting -

Casey - "Help me, help me! Yes, of course I killed the kid, but no one is buying my lies. I'm missing Happy Hour right now and there's 10 guys I've promised to sleep with. I can't stay here!"

Jose - "Hey, you're cute! Calm down. You're a GREAT liar. First, let's pick the best lie and we'll build from there. Then we'll hire more lawyers to help us out, since I really suck as an attorney."


The Courtship -

Casey - "I'm so glad we're going with the abuse lie. Do you have your colored markers and flip charts ready honey? Let's do this - time to stick it to Daddy!"

Jose - "Sure do, baby. Those jurors look mighty stupid, so they'll LOVE my opening statement. And, just wait to see how unprofessional I act in the courtroom."

Casey - "My hero!"


The Verdict -

Casey - "Wow! Those jurors totally bought all the BS! I can't believe it. I'm important. Get me a book deal or an interview - let's make money! Have you left your wife yet?"

Jose - "Relax, I'm flying to New York tomorrow to see about deals for us. Everyone will want you. We'll be millionaires by the end of the summer"

Casey - "Well, hurry up. I need a haircut and a new tattoo before I go on TV again."


The Demise -

Casey - "All you're doing is eating and going on Geraldo! WHERE IS MY MONEY? You promised me we'd be rich by now. What's taking you so long?"

Jose - "Baby, I ..."

Casey, "Oh, just shut up. I'm giving you till the end of the year to make something happen, or I WILL. Got that, Fatso?"


The End -

Casey - "Screw you, honeybunch! You thought I was just going to sit around and do nothing? Ha! Don't EVER cross me. You're outta here! I'm getting rich one way or the other, and there's NOTHING you can do about these videos."

Jose - "No, I'm done with YOU, and I'm going on Geraldo to tell everyone I'm no longer you're attorney. So, there!"

Casey - "I hate you!"

Jose - "I hate you."

Casey - "Careful, Fatso, because I can and I WILL take you down. Oh, who cares that Jumpin' Jackass Dorothy is quitting too? I'm famous. I'm going to be rich. I'm hot. You're NOTHING without me!"


Will there be a reconciliation? Will Her Heinous yet again claim abuse? Tune in tomorrow.