Thursday, December 27, 2007

We are a STUPID Country

Pakistan's Bhutto assassinated at rally.

We actually think we have influance over those we negotiate with, support both politically and finacially.


Friday, December 21, 2007

May All Your Christmases Be White

Wishing all my Pals in Blogville a Very Merry Christmas (even you Dive)!

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Pussy Galore

Who doesn't remember her. I always giggled at her name even when I was too young to know exactly why I was giggling! I needed to use up some film a bit ago and decided to take some pictures of those who greet me each morning and evening when I arrive in the kitchen as well as some other shots. Yes, I am the CRAZY CAT LADY!

This is Tigger. He is the Patriarch of the family. He is 16 years old. He has taught all of our cats how to hunt over the years. He never meows and minds his own business. Sad to say he is on his last life. Over the summer he has lost almost 12 pounds and now is a shadow of himself. He is not sick he is just old. I will be sad when he goes.

This is his favorite thing to do. While all the other kitties eat or wait in line for their turn at the food dish, Tigger gets the can. He will stay dipping his paw and licking it off until the can is clean. I indulge him.
Here is a group photo. This is what my breakfast bar looks like each morning and evening when it is feeding time. From left to right, Junior (Bug); he has 7 toes on each of his front feet, next to him is his sister Malory, she has 6 toes on each front foot. Behind her is Dudley, better picture to follow, next to Malory is Tipper, he has the smallest white tip on the end of his tail and lastly is Tig. The one you can only see the tail end of is Willamina-we call her Miana.Another shot showing the boys being sweet.
This is Dudley when he was a kitten. He is now 9. He has no front teeth, top or bottom so his tongue is always hanging out. His fur is so soft it feels like an angora sweater. He is very sweet and will hold your face with both of his paws to give you a kiss. I know, I know.. I need to be hospitalized.

This is "Teddy-Bear" Guess why we named him that! He is the son of Mallory. Really! She weighs about 4 lbs, he weighs 22. He is solid muscle and has a habit of reaching out to touch you as you walk by. Teddy is 5.

This is Samantha, she is the sister of Miana. They are both annoyingly affectionate. Perhaps they are still grateful to me for saving them from a place where hunks of raw meat was thrown on the floor for these 5 week old kittens to chew on. Samantha's trick is when she wants your attention she will take one nail and lightly touch you with it. Never enough to hurt but enough to get your attention. She has striking stripes. She and her sister are 7.

This is Cleopatra. This picture does not do her justice. She is really quite lovely. She was given away as a kitten with her brother to a work mate. After 3 weeks he asked if he could give her back. It seems she didn't like them very much and she kept peeing in their daughters toys. I brought her home and she has been my constant companions since. She has not since done the dirty deed in the house. Maybe it was them and not her! Cleo is 4 and the mother of the next two.
Tipper on the left you have seen in the first photo. On the right is Pippy, like Pippy Long Stockings because her left front leg is totally Orange. I tried to find homes for them but they are content to live with me. This is about 2 years ago.

This is Tipper today, all grown up. He is a talker. He can be annoying. He is very loving and can be insistent about it.

This is Pippy all grown up and her son Lovey. He is grown now and he is not, lovey, except at 3:00am and he thinks he is a dog. He eats out of the dogs dish and sleep under the covers with the Jacks.

Well that ends the animal show for today folks. Have a great day.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving People

Whew, after my reivew of Bill, I am exhausted by my own emtions. I almost forgot to wish those here in the States a Happy Thanksgiving. I am off until next Monday and will need the time to recoup as I am the hostess.

Good night to you all! See you Monday.

Fantasy Meets Reality

Sunday night, I have been looking forward to this one for months. I was going to see one of my favorite artists perform. The place The Stone Church a small intimate setting in a town that could have been plucked off the front of a Currier and Ives Christmas card. Narrow streets lined with hundred-year-old mill building now turned into tastefully landscaped condos. Small shops catering to whimsical creations beautifully lit to attract the early Christmas shoppers. The perfect setting to see Bill Morrissey, a two time Grammy nominated folk singer that resides in a picturesque town not far from my own here in New Hampshire. I guess having him so close by further solidifies my solidarity with him. He sings of small town life and the struggles of the average “Joe”, the Birches that are so common place here of love lost, found and damaged to its root, all the things common to my life. His alliterations in Party at the UN will make you laugh out loud. He can send you into a tail spin when he takes his old dog out behind the barn with a borrowed 22 on These Cold Fingers. I discovered Bill about 2 years ago although he has been busy since the early 80’s. Although I have lived in NH since 1972 I had never heard of him until I ran across his music by chance.

When I purchased the tickets I was giddy. Not unlike my trip to see Lindsey Buckingham. Lindsey amazes me with his guitar work but Bill does this with his words. I took my mom with me she likes folk music. We rode to Newmarket in her VW Bug and we listened to Bill all the way there. She hadn’t heard him before so I pointed out those lyrics that to me were poignant, “Strangers don’t do favors and nothing comes for free you gotta pay for everything, it’s just with different currency” or “There’s only so much snow and cold that you can take, so many strangers eyes before you have to get yourself back home and fill your family full of lies” “He said you know this rides a trade-off”, she says “Yea, isn’t everything?” Powerful words for me and the life I lived in my twenties and those things I did that are still partitioned off in my mind. Things I could never tell some of my friends never mind telling my folks. His sense of loss and damage touches me. Perhaps part of me wanted to share some of those things with my mom without admitting he was singing about me. I wonder if she got it? She didn’t say and I didn’t ask.

We arrived an hour before the show, enough time to have a bite; they have a nice little kitchen there too. I had Curry with shrimp. It was great. Mom had the nachos. We chatted about family situations, Thanksgiving and she mentioned wanting to take a road trip to Alaska and not wanting to travel that far alone. My mind raced frantically to come up with a way to back out of having to being her traveling companion. This concert will be one of the biggest chunks of time I have spent with my mom alone in quite some time; years in fact. It’s better for us that way, sad but true. Bill was due on stage at 7:00pm. We were the 2nd couple there. I had ordered tickets on line in the first moments they went on sale, we were seated practically on stage. I couldn’t have been more pleased. Finally a stagehand placed two guitars on stage; Bill appeared in the doorway. I had known he had put himself in rehab last winter to try and get a grip on his drinking. I was unprepared for the wisp of a man that now stood in front of us. No, I had never seen him in person before. I had only album covers and his website pictures to go by. His Manager Ellen, who also happens to be his ex-wife, spoke of how much better he was looking since he stopped drinking. He gained back some weight and had color in his cheeks again. He was feeling healthy. I wondered how bad he had looked then! He wore faded green Dickey workpants speckled with stains. A pinstriped green collared shirt coved by an LL Bean fleece that had more dog hair on it than the floor of a kennel. His hair was much too long for a man his age and was askew under the tattered, grimy baseball cap. What really threw me were his eyes. They no longer contained a pupil and an iris. They had seeped into each other creating a dark deep hole, not light seemed to penetrate. They were deep, dark and flat. No glimmer of the man I imagined had penned, “ Fix your hair the way you used to”. I have always been someone who notices hands, so much so that my parents bought me a photography book of hands once for Christmas. As he picked up his guitar and started to pick out the notes of his first song, “Inside” my eyes were drawn to his hands. His fingernails on his picking hand understandably long, almost as long as mine, were grimy from the strings, enough so you might think he was a mechanic not a musician. The skin on his fingers was transparent and papery. His fingers were narrow and bone thin; hands of an 80 year old, much to old for his 56 years. He looked like he had been released on a work detail from the local jail. He didn’t look like a Grammy Award Nominee by a long shot.

His first notes were sweet though. His crackly, cagey voice so familiar to me from hours of listening made me smile. He winked as I mouthed each word, yes we were that close to him. Two more song and another musician joined him on stage. His name oddly enough was Cormack McCarthy. He is a superb harmonica player who just happenes to have the same name as the famous writer.. He and Bill bantered back and forth performing 3 or so songs together, they had played together for years. Bill reminisced about when they toured with Johnny Cunningham, the famous Scottish fiddler in his best Scottish accent, "We played at a convention in Austin, Texas, and he spent most of the night teaching the members of a punk band how to drink," he said. The next afternoon, when their tour bus arrived in Houston, a harp festival was in progress at the venue at which they were to play that night. "There were about 11 harps on stage," said Morrissey, and the musicians asked if Mr. Cunningham would honor them by sitting in. Mr. Cunningham was back in the bus sleeping off the previous night's excess. Morrissey woke him. Mr. Cunningham quickly got dressed and stepped out from his hangover and onto the stage. "I'm not at my best," he explained to the audience in his thick Scottish accent. "I had 36 margaritas last night. I was lying in me bunk and heard this beautiful harp music and I thought me liver had gone out for good this time." (Boston Globe-2003) We all laughed loudly. Bill did one more song after Cormack took his leave and then a short intermission.

Returning to the stage Bill seemed tentative, almost timid of being there alone and unsure about what was he should do next. He told a few more stories, read, more like stumbled through the first paragraph of his book Edson and sang a few of his new songs off his Come Running cd. He told us of the evolution of By The Grave of Baudelaire which was amusing. As he sang I watched his face and singing style noticing some words seemed to hang up in his throat and he would squinch up his face as he forced them out into the air. He seemed to have to force his concentration too. By this time it was close to 10pm and he began to forget the words to some of his older songs. His playing faltered and his speech would trail off like it was chasing after his thoughts. By the end of the show, he simply apologized for being almost 56.

I met him in the back where he was hoping to peddle some of his stuff. I told him I wanted the copy of Edson he read from and he graciously made it out to me and signed his name. Sadly there were less than 30 people in attendance and his ticket price was an insulting $15.00 a head. At least I feel he should have been insulted. That’s not much for a Grammy Nominee.

I am not sure how to express how my heart feels about having seen this man, this legend in my mind, the frail shell of what he must have been to have written and given birth to beautiful tender songs I know so well. I can only say, it makes me sad that this man who has touched me so may not be around for much longer. This is the feeling I have.

His rehab may have been to late.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Eagles-Long Road Out of Eden

Dive asked for a review of the Eagles new CD. My moto regarding labor is "Work smarter not harder". I found this review and it is exactly what I would have written. So, here ya go Dive.

Eagles' 'Long Road Out of Eden' is a bit too slick -Jim Farber

There's an oppressive competence to the Eagles' first album of new material in - yes, folks - 28 years. The close harmonies still hold. The sweet melodies continue to flow. And the words uphold a vintage mix of sentimentality and indignation. No true Eagles fan will walk away from these 20 tracks feeling wholly ripped off or misled.

But where's the spark? The inspiration? In their stead, we find a grinding craft, a dutiful resolve to deliver just what's expected and nothing more.

Such blandness and calculation have always laid at the Eagles' heart. They were conceived in the early '70s with the steely purpose of malling late '60s country-rock, of planing down all the edge and dust off guys like Gram Parsons until his style ended up sounding more like Bread. But the care of the Eagles' vocals, and the singability of their tunes, forgave a decent amount of their smugness, slickness and greed ( I am not so sure I agree with this paragraph).

"Long Road Out of Eden" ups that slick element considerably. The sound is so well-oiled, it makes their '70s efforts sound like the Sex Pistols by comparison. Many of the ballads suggest as much a reunion of Air Supply as the Eagles, especially Glenn Frey's "I Love to Watch a Woman Dance," which, if possible, is even sappier than its title.

Such corn contrasts tartly with Henley's prickly speeches against humanity. A true oracle of the obvious, Henley piles up the usual suspects (America's arrogance, consumerism and ignorance of the consequences of war) like he's telling us something we don't know.

For comic relief, the group shoehorns in two songs from Joe Walsh, one of which, "Last Good Time in Town," boasts a fetching little bass line.

Timothy B. Schmit's voice has such innocence, it forgives the gooeyness of the material he sings. But old fans will probably be most charmed by the songs that blatantly reference the past. "How Long," written by J.D. Souther, has whiffs of the brisk country rock of "Take It Easy," while the final, "It's Your World Now," harks back to "Tequila Sunrise."

It's telling, though, that the latter song, addressing death, sounds so free of consequence. It epitomizes the tradeoff on "Long Road": Sweet tunes, professional playing and earnest intent in exchange for anything like a deep or uneasy feeling.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Where Is The Outrage?

Judge: Remove 10 Commandments From Alabama Judicial Bldg.-11/18/02

Newdow sued the Elk Grove Unified School District in Sacramento County, California, which his daughter attended, claiming public recitation by students violated her religious liberty. While legal precedent makes reciting the pledge voluntary, Newdow said it becomes unconstitutional when students are forced to hear it. He argued that the teacher-led recitations carry the stamp of government approval.

SAN FRANCISCO — In pursuit of his goal to kick God out of government, atheist Michael Newdow has filed a lawsuit in federal court in an effort to remove the words "In God We Trust" from all U.S. coins and bills.


On June 19, 2000 the United States Supreme Court ruled 6-3 on SANTA FE INDEPENDENT SCHOOL DIST. v. DOE (99-62) that student-led, student-initiated public prayer before football games violates the separation of church and state, and is not private speech protected by the First Amendment of the Constitution. The result of the Santa Fe ISD v. Doe eliminated Public School sanctioned pre-game prayers in all States.

Here we are yesterday:

ATLANTA -- Bowing his head outside the Georgia Capitol on Tuesday, Gov. Sonny Perdue cut a newly repentant figure as he publicly prayed for rain to end the region's historic drought."Oh father, we acknowledge our wastefulness," Perdue said. "But we're doing better. And I thought it was time to acknowledge that to the creator, the provider of water and land, and to tell him that we will do better."

Yes there were some protesters but all of the major TV networks presented this story in a more than "favorable-acceptable" light.

"We the People" are a bunch of Hypocrites!

Friday, November 9, 2007

R.I.P. Common Sense

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend morethan you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

Author unknown

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

This is why I worry so....

I thought I would share some of the proofs of my daughter for her Senior Pictures. I would have picked out the one with the tree but she decided on the black and white one. I also had the woman take one of her and I . I told my daughter it would be a Christmas present for my mom. (maybe it was really for me)

Boy is my hair getting gray!

Monday, October 29, 2007

Another Twist on Monday Melee

I was driving back to the grocery store on Saturday night to retrieve 2 bottles of wine that had mysteriously gone missing from my grocery cart while I ran back to the car for alternate funding (long story-#1 Son in VA. Emergency). Evidently while my cart sat waiting for me, someone stole my 2 bottles of wine right out of the cart. Anyway, as I was driving back, a commercial came on for a play in Boston. That got my mind wandering and I thought, cool let's do a Melee based on Plays. So here is mine.

1: The Misanthropic.(Name something - about humanity - you absolutely hate).
One pair of arms is like another
I don't know why or who's to blame,
I'll go with you or with your brother
It's all the same, it's all the same.
This I have learned: That when the light's out,
No man will bum with special flame,
You'll prove to me before the night's out,
You're all the same, you're all the same.
So do not talk to me of love,
I'm not a fool with starry eyes,
Just put your money in my hand,
And you will get what money buys!
One pair of arms is like another,
I don't know why or who's to blame,
I'll go with you or with your brother
It's all the same, it's all the same.
This I have learned: That when the light's out,
No man will bum with special flame,
You'll prove to me before the night's out,
You're all the same, you're all the same.

2: The Meretricious:(Expose someone or something that's phony, fraudulent or bogus).
A little gossip
A little chat
A little idol talk of this
And that
I'll tell him all
The troubles I have had
And since he doesn't hear
At least he won't feel bad
A... little gossip
A little chat
A little idol talk of this
And that
If no one listens
Then it's just as well
At least I won't get caught
In any lies I tell

3: The Malcontent:(Name something you're unhappy with).
Why does he do the things he does?
Why does he do these things?
Why does he march Through that dream that he's in,
Covered with glory and rusty old tin?
Why does he live in a world that can't be,
And what does he want of me...
What does he want of me?
Why does he say the things he says?
Why does he say these things?
"Sweet Dulcinea" and "missive" and such,
"Nethermost hem of thy garment I touch,"
No one can be what he wants me to be,
Oh, what does he want of me...
What does he want of me?

4: The Meritorious.(Give someone credit for something and name it if you can).
Why do you do these things?
DON QUIXOTE What things?
ALDONZA These ridiculous... the things you do!
DON QUIXOTE I hope to add some measure of grace to the world.
ALDONZA The world's a dung heap and we are maggots that crawl on it!
DON QUIXOTE My Lady knows better in her heart.
ALDONZA What's in my heart will get me halfway to hell. And you, SeƱor Don Quixote-you're going to take such a beating!
DON QUIXOTE Whether I win or lose does not matter.
ALDONZA What does?
DON QUIXOTE Only that I follow the quest.

5: The Mirror.(See something good about yourself and name it).
I like him!
I really like him.
Tear out my fingernails one by one
I like him!
I don't have a very good reason
Since I've been with him cuckoonuts have been
In season!
But there is nothing I can do
Chop me up for onion stew
Still I'll yell to the sky
Though I can't tell you why
That I like him

I like him!
I really like him
Pluck me as a scolded chicken!
I like him!
Don't ask me for a why or wherefore
Since I don't have a very good because
Or therefore
You can barbecue my nose
Make a giblet of my toes
Make me freeze
Make me fry
Make me sigh
Make me cry
Still I'll yell to the sky
Though I can't tell you why
That I... like... him!

6: The Make-Believe:(Name something you wish for).
To dream the impossible dream,
To fight the unbeatable foe,
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go;
To right the unrightable wrong.
To love, pure and chaste, from afar,
To try, when your arms are too weary,
To reach the unreachable star!
This is my Quest to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far,
To fight for the right Without question or pause,
To be willing to march into hell
For a heavenly cause!
And I know, if I'll only be true
To this glorious Quest,
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest.
And the world will be better for this,
That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
To reach the unreachable stars!

Friday, October 26, 2007

My 14 Mile Trip To Work

Here is the photo tour of my horrible, boring, uneventful ride to work each day. This is the view standing by my car looking out at the end of my driveway at 7:30am this morning.

Here we go, right turn out of the driveway. Stop at the end of the road (just into the fog) and turn right onto the first 7 mile leg of our journey.
This is the Price Farm and has been around for quite some time. It is a rather large dairy farm that is self-sustained. That in itself is great these days. I will tell you, come the heat of mid-August the smell of the composting fertilizer is enough to make your eyes water and sticks with you for a while.

This is Gilmanton 1st Year-Round Library, ever! It is still in the process of being constructed and is completelyfunded by donations. I appreciate that they are keeping up the appearances of the town as a whole by making it look like a barn. A beautiful barn at that!

7 miles of this to go before we reach the 2nd leg of our journey.

My daughter told me once that every time she passes this farm it gives her the creeps. It reminds her of an old plantation and she can almost see slaves in the field. Now there are only a couple of horses.

We have now arrived at what we (the locals) call the Corners. It is properly known as Lower Gilmanton. This is the Baptist Church that was erected in 1826. I think it is simply (simple) beautiful. I also took it through my window so the colors are off! Yes, I was being lazy.

This is the Historic Temperance Tavern. Dive it is still for sale and now the price has been reduced!

This is our Town Hall. Where they steal $4,000.00/yr from me in property tax! Good thing I like the architecture of the building. I did get out of the car for this shot and it has not been altered. I think the blue is the reflection of the sky off the pure white, fresh paint. Kind of cool.

This is the beginning of the second 7 miles to work. Sucks I know!

This is the house that is behind the fence above. If I could pick one place I would like to live this would be it. I like the way it feels.

A bit further and you run into a cute little gathering of old homes. The one sitting behind the fence is the home of Parsonage Day Lilies. You can imagine thousands of lilies blooming each summer and the fragrance in the air.

In that little picket fence is one of the several little cemeteries I pass on my way to work. Hey, Kate come on over and dig up a dead guy!

More of the same. Are you bored yet?
Finally, signs of civilization.

This is my exit to work. It is only another 2 or so miles, as the crow flies.

It was a bit foggy this morning as you can tell.

This is just on the other side of the fog.

This is on the downhill side of that hill in the previous picture. Usually on a clear day you can see a big part of the Presidential Mountain Range and it is breathtaking.

A bit further around the bend and a bit clearer.

Back down into the fog. Just past where you can not see, the road just ends! There have been several times when people miss the signs and end up in the pond that boarders this road.

This is a picture of that pond and the aircraft warning lights they have put in.

Finally the end of the line. Hope you enjoyed your ride and thanks for flying with us.

I hope you all have a great weekend.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Hi Ho, Hi, Ho On A Rant I GO!

I have tried, really tried not to go off on a political rant this week. However, sometimes people are so STUPID! I apologize in advance for dropping all the “F” bombs but it is the only word that fits.

Headline: Maine school to offer contraceptives-10-18-07
After an outbreak of pregnancies among middle school girls, education officials in this city have decided to allow a school health center to make birth control pills available to girls as young as 11.

Here is what they define as an outbreak!
Portland's three middle schools reported 17 pregnancies during the last four years, not counting miscarriages or terminated pregnancies that weren't reported to the school nurse. (ok if we are not counting and there is no statistical data given why make that statement?)

Let’s do some math
17/4= 4.25 which is the reported # of Pregnancies per year over the last four years
4.25/1746(total # of kids enrolled in 3 schools) = .002% of the Middle School Population.

OUTBREAK?? MY ASS! (The terminology is specific to the agenda!) how can .002% be an outbreak?

Students need parental permission to access the school's health center. But treatment is confidential under state law, which allows the students to decide whether to inform their parents about the services they receive.

There is the freak’n kicker. Now these little kids can go and ask for birth control and their parents cannot, under any circumstances be told. Who in the fucking world would think that this is a good idea? The age of consent in Maine is 16! Where is the fucking logic? So you tell them they can have birth control but then you can also throw the boys in jail for statutory rape!

I have had a personal experience with this “Confidentiality” bullshit. Last summer, my daughter’s best friend (16) went for her yearly exam. A week or so later the clinic kept calling her cell phone but of course would not leave any info except to call them back. She was in school at the time so after the 4th message she called her mom and asked her to call them and find out what they wanted. Her mom called and she was told that under no circumstances could they discuss her MINOR daughters medical issues with her. She would have to get written permissions from her daughter for that to happen. Finally, the daughter was able to speak to the clinic where some asshole told her she had HPV, which was the virus that is linked to cervical cancer! What do you think this 16 year old heard? She heard she had cancer and lost her mind! Who wouldn’t? She called her mom at work sobbing hysterically. Can you blame the kid? Had her mom been able to get this info and all related facts she could have sat her daughter down and explained things in a way that would not have cause such emotional upset.

I am not saying that little children having sex and getting pregnant isn’t something to be concerned about. I am saying what happened to advising the parents so they can a.) talk, b.) get the kid into counseling if that is what is needed or c.) any other logical solution. What happened to parents being allowed to be parents?

I am held accountable for my kids until they are 18 if they do something wrong. But the Government has no problem taking my parental responsibilities away when it comes to my kid’s reproductive health. That is BULLSHIT!

This is why I keep saying we are on a very slippery slope and have such a problem with Government sticking its nose in my personal life. Give the Goverment more control of healthcare... slippery, slippery slope!

Monday, October 15, 2007

The Many Colors Of Fall

Honestly, I am in a funk. I haven't even picked my camera up since the spring. Here are some other peoples pictures of the NH foliage because it is beautiful and I don't feel like pissing anyone off today... Happy little trees, and happy little clouds.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Congress to kill thousands with new S-CHIP funding

In Sassy Sundries Week In Review She sites the following:

“W has no problem throwing billions and billions of dollars down the drain in Iraq but can’t bring himself to sign off on an extension of the S-CHIP program to cover uninsured children. Compassionate conservatism much? Minus Three”

What Sassy did not address is how this Program is to be funded and the broader net cast for income eligibility being the reason that the President does not want to sign this Bill.

This Program was originally intended to provide coverage to those children whose are low-income, whose families earn too much to be eligible for Medicaid but lack private health insurance. Vulnerable children—minorities, children and adolescents with special health care needs, and the long-term uninsured. If you ask me that description covers a large majority of our countries children and those it does not cover are usually carried on their parents insurance. Besides there are more insurance options for those families who fall between those cracks, Healthy Kids is just one example here in NH. They offer reduced Health Insurance costs but not free insurance!

Let me share with you how the Congress plans on funding this Program for the next five years. The major source of additional income to fund the Bill will be from taxing those who smoke with an average cost increase of $.61 per pack. Cigarettes in NH now cost an average of $4.25 per pack.

Increasing the tobacco tax is an asinine way to fund this Program because the largest portion of the increase would fall on poor and low-income families and young people. Statistics say that smokers are more likely to be poor or low-income than wealthy.

By expanded tobacco tax, SCHIP expansion to a higher income levels would largely be funded by lower income people. The very people who can least afford it. The very people the Democrats continue to rally to SAVE! The very people that are being paraded in front of the White House today in an effort to shame the President into signing a Bill that is inherently flawed. Please read the following:

The Heritage Foundation: July 11, 2007
Forty-three percent of smokers are ages 24 to 44. Placing the burden of expanding this program on the shoulders of any small subset of the population is unfair. Neither low-income families nor young adults should be held responsible for funding an unnecessary expansion of SCHIP

Not only are some policymakers considering imposing a large, new burden on a small portion of the population, but they have chosen a revenue source that is in decline and will decrease even faster if the tax rate rises. Due to the sensitivity of consumers to increases in the price of tobacco products (known as "price elasticity"), the average consumer purchases fewer cigarettes when the price increases.

Consequently, the additional revenue generated from increasing the tax will decline over time Due to this price elasticity, policymakers will somehow need to recruit new smokers if they insist on using the tobacco tax revenue to support SCHIP at proposed funding levels over the long term. In just five years, Congress will need over 9 million new smokers. Reauthorizing the program for 2013 to 2017 would require almost 22.4 million new smokers by the end of that period.

We all know that smoking in on the decline. You can’t smoke anywhere anymore and soon the cost of cigarettes will be so high people will just quit. So when that happens and those poor children’s health care is no longer funded what will happen. Yes, that is a rhetorical question. With a Dem sure to be at the helm of this Country the next time this funding comes around and a majority Dem Congress also in charge, the rest of us will again get the TAX SHAFT! They will raise taxes. So with all due respect Sassy, there is a GOOD reason that W does not want to sign this Bill. I hope he doesn't cave to the "Popular" consensus on this one!

Monday, September 10, 2007


1: The Misanthropic.(Name something - about humanity - you absolutely hate).

I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry

Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I dont have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry

We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
Comes on at five
She can tell you bout the plane crash with a gleam
In her eyeIts interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry

Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know, the boys in the
newsroom got a Running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry

You dont really need to find out whats going on
You dont really want to know just how far its gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry

Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybodys pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry

We can do the innuendo
We can dance and sing
When its said and done we haven't told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us dirty laundry!

Don Henley – I Can’t Stand Still-Dirty Laundry

2: The Meretricious:
(Expose someone or something that's phony, fraudulent or bogus).
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do Fate is kind
She brings to those to love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true

Performed by: Jimini Cricket-Quick Robyn Step on Him Too!

3: The Malcontent:(Name something you're unhappy with).
Well baby, there you stand
With your little head, down in your hand
Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again
Your baby's gone, and you're all alone and it looks like the end.
And you're back out on the street.
And you're tryin' to remember.
How will you start it over?
You don't know what became.
You don't care much for a stranger's touch,
But you can't hold your man.
You never thought you'd be alone this far down the line
And I know what's been on your mind
You're afraid it's all been wasted time

The autumn leaves have got you thinking about the first time that you fell
You didn't love the boy too much, no, no you just loved the boy to well,
So you live from day to day, and you dream about tomorrow, oh.
And the hours go by like minutes and the shadows come to stay
So you take a little something to make them go away
And I could have done so many things, baby
If I could only stop my mind from wondrin' what I left behind and
from worrying 'bout this wasted time

The Eagles-Wasted Time

4: The Meritorious.
(Give someone credit for something and name it if you can).

Cold late night so long ago
When I was not so strong you know
Oh one man came to me
Never seen eyes so blue
You know I could not run away
It seemed we'd seen each other in a dream
It seemed like he knew me
He looked right through me, yeah
"Come on home, girl" he said with a smile
"You don't have to love me and
Let's get high awhile
But try to understand
Try to understand
Try try try to understand
I'm a magic man."

Winter nights we sang in tune
Played inside the months of moon
Never think of never
Let this spell last forever
Summer lover passed to fall
Tried to realize it all
Mama says she's worried
Growing up in a hurry, yeah
"Come on home, girl" mama cried on the phone
"Too soon to lose my baby and my girl should be at home!"
"But try to understand, try to understand
Try try try to understand
He's a magic man, mama, ah ...
He's a magic man"

"Come on home, girl" he said with a smile
"I cast my spell of love on you, a woman from a child!
But try to understand, try to understand, oh ... oh ...
Try to understand
Try try try to understand
He's a magic man!" oh yeah
Oh, you've got the magic hands

"Come on home, girl" he said with a smile
"You don't have to love me and
Let's get high awhile
But try to understand
Try to understand
Try try try to understand
He's a magic man." yeah ... oh ...

Heart- Magic Man

5: The Mirror.
(See something good about yourself and name it).

Her hair is Harlow gold
Her lips a sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold
She's got Betty Davis eyes
She'll turn her music on you
You won't have to think twice
She's pure as New York snow
She's got Betty Davis eyes

And she'll tease you
She'll unease you
All the better just to please you
She's precocious and she knows
Just what it takes to make a pro blush
She's got Greta Garbo stand off sighs
She's got Betty Davis eyes

She'll let you take her home
It wets her appetite
She'll lay you on the throne
She's got Betty Davis Eyes
She'll take a tumble on you
Roll you like you were dice
Until you come out blue
She's got Betty Davis eyes

She'll expose you
When she snows you
Hope you're pleased
With the crumbs she'll throw you
She's ferocious and she knows
Just what it takes to make a pro blush
All the boys think she's a spy
She's got Betty Davis eyes

Bette Davis Eyes by Kim Carnes

6: The Make-Believe:(Name something you wish for).

Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone
Tired of this tired ol' tie I got on
Sick of this traffic jam that I'm in
We all get sick of it all now and then
When I've had it up to here I go down there
To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
Mangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer
When enough is enough
It's guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
I feel like a fish jerked out of the sea
Or a bird in a cage that's never seen a key
Sick of this grind and I think that I ought
To bring this grind to a grinding halt
Now I've had it up to here
Let's go down there
To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
Mangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer
When enough is enough
It's guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love.

KENNY CHESNEY-Guitars and Tiki Bars

Thursday, August 23, 2007

My New Pal

Hello Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my new pal.

His name is Seamus. He is 7-1/2 weeks old, weighs 3.5 lbs and is an Irish Jack Russell ( Puddin Jack).
I picked him up last Friday night and have fallen in love. I am fortunate that my boss allows me to bring him to work with me as I did with Stella for the first 4 months I had her.

This is Stella my other Jack. She is not so in love.

She is feeling a bit displaced. She is the Queen and has had my constant attention for the last 2 1/2 years. She is getting better with him but still growls when he tries to cuddle with her. But she growls at me when I try to cuddle with her too. I will post better pics when I can. Oh, I love Jacks!