Congresswoman Sheila Jackson Lee Wants Black Hurricane Names

Video Sharing at DropShots.com OH MY GOODNESS... Are the “politically correct” Nazis smoking the “pipe” again? Democratic Congresswoman Sheila Jackson Lee of Texas has announced her disdain concerning the naming of hurricanes. Ms. Lee feels that hurricane names we have had to date are too “lily white”, and that more Black sounding names should be chosen to make the selection fair. I cannot even believe that elected officials in this nation today do not have more important things to concern themselves with. I have many black friends and role models, and we are fortunate to have many people of color influencing our American policy. Thank goodness for them, maybe they can talk some sense into people like Ms. Lee, and the Sharpton / Farrakhan crowds. I found this e-mail I received about this issue a bit entertaining. What would be wrong with just naming the next hurricane Sheila? Naming Hurricanes Well, it appears our African American friends have found something elseto be pissed off about. A black congresswoman (this would be Sheila Jackson Lee, of Houston) reportedly complained that the names of hurricanes are all Caucasian- sounding names. She would prefer some names that reflect African -American culture such as Chamiqua, Woeisha, and Jamal. I can hear it now: A black weatherman in Houston saying..."Wordup, Muthas! Herr-i-cane Chamiqua be headin' fo' Galveston like Leroy on a crotch rocket! Bitch be a category fo'! So, turn off dem chitlins, grab yo' chirren, leave yo crib, and head fo' de nearest FEMA office fo yo FREE shit".

Freaky Bathroom Floor

Video Sharing at DropShots.com First I had this crazy story about the "see-through" public restroom, now I find this crazy freaky bathroom floor painted to look like a "free-fall". It would be strange to stand in there and feel "normal". Great art though.

Amusing Dog Quotes

Video Sharing at DropShots.com I found these quotes about dogs both truthful and amusing… The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue. -Anonymous Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love, and always have to mix love and hate. -Sigmund Freud I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult. -Rita Rudner Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea. -Robert A. Heinlein

Where Were You When - Age Guage

Video Sharing at DropShots.com This link is too cool... This is the AGE GUAGE. When you click on the link, enter your birthday and as fast as lightening, it will show you some really cool facts about your time in life, and what was happening then. Try it and share with me your favorite result.

Dick Cheney May Resign

Video Sharing at DropShots.com Thanks to Texas Fred for this story. I certainly hope this isn't true. I could be wrong, but I don't believe it. I think Bush is loyal to his Vice President, and I think Dick Cheney has far more character and "stick-to-itiveness" than to fold to main stream media and quit anything. If there is any truth to his quitting, or the possibility of it, I believe his health would be the cause, and he seems fine at the moment. Not that I could ever be honored enough for the Vice President to read my blog, but I would say that he's done a great job where he is, and should hang on the last two years. As to the possibility that this move might be made in order to set Condoleezza Rice up to be Vice President favorably placed to run for the Presidency in 2008 against "the other woman", I say this... Video Sharing at DropShots.com In my opinion, Condoleezza doesn't need a bit of help. If she were to run for the office in the place she is right now against the Witch Hilary Clinton, she would win hands down. The only thing that could keep Ms. Rice from winning is if the GOP might do a really smart thing and run Rudolph Giuliani and John McCain on the ticket, and I say it doesn't matter who runs for President or Vice President, that would be a strong ticket. But, if Condi Rice were to run with either of those gentleman, she would be a shoe in against Hilary, again as either President or Vice President. Share your thoughts with me.

Dennis Weaver Dies At 81

Video Sharing at DropShots.com Dennis Weaver, actor and western icon died this weekend at 81. Hats off to McCloud, my favorite character that he portrayed. He just made home still seem like home. May you rest in peace Dennis...thanks for the good times and great entertainment.

Tag You're It

Video Sharing at DropShots.com I've been tagged! I'm not sure I quite understand the hype of the memes, but I will engage in this fun this time because I absolutely love to read Daydreamer Of Oz. She is well written in her views (which I usually uncannily share). Give her a read. 4 Things I Do Every Morning 1. Hate getting up early for work 2. Check e-mail 3. Stop by Jack-In-The-Box to pick up breakfast for the crew 4. Feed the pets 4 Things That Turn Me Off 1. Cynical negative people that always crack a joke at someone else's expense 2. Bleeding heart liberals 3. People that assume the world owes them everything 4. Bad service or rudeness from strangers 4 Things I Am Afraid Of 1. Spiders, bugs and wierd critters 2. The thought of losing my husband or one of my children 3. Getting too old to function properly 4. The thought of someone like Hilary Clinton being elected to the Presidency 4 Things I Do Everyday 1. Tell my kids and my husband "I Love You" 2. Have a cocktail 3. Spend too much time on my computer 4. Watch TV 4 Things I Want To Have or Do 1. A really bitching dream home 2. Travel to exotic places 3. Enough money to play hard and still leave lots to my kids 4. Be special enough to people to leave a fond memory and place in their hearts 4 People I Want To See 1. My family in Texas 2. My kids as successful adults and someday my grandchildren 3. George W. Bush over a drink and to CANDIDLY pick his brain and share his pain 4. Oprah Winfrey 4 Numbers That Rule My Life 1. Whatever numbers that are at the bottom of my P&L 2. 17 3. 23 4. 69 4 Favorite Colors 1. Purple 2. Blue 3. Yellow 4. Black Rather than TAG any of you, volunteer if you like and share with me your list. Enjoy. (BTW, this is the first "meme" I've ever participated in, it's not as easy as it looks...requires a bit of thought.) Thanks again Oz Dreamer for the tag:)

Texas Turns Kinky

Video Sharing at DropShots.com I recently posted my disappointment that Jimmy Carter’s bad seed Jack Carter is seeking the governor’s chair in the state of Nevada where I live. If that’s not bad enough, now I find out that in my dear home state, the great state of Texas, another crazy goofball, Kinky Friedman has entered the governor’s race there. Boy, these next elections may not do our country a lot of good, but they will at least be entertaining! Please people... go to the voting booths and keep America sane.

Uncle Sam Wants You - AGAIN

Video Sharing at DropShots.com Sean, who’s blog I read, and who’s courageously serving our country in Tikrit, Iraq recently re-upped for an extended stay in order to further serve his country. THANK YOU Sean! He reminded me of a situation that touched me when I was dealing still. Reno, NV is located in the high desert on the West Coast. There are areas in our desert I’m told that very closely resemble the terrain of Afghanistan. During the heaviest part of our war in Afghanistan, many service personnel came to Reno for mountain training, and would then enjoy some “R & R” in the casinos. It was during this time I had the chance to deal to hundreds of these young men and women, and I was touched by all their stories and ideas, both good and bad. During the worst of the war (and even still apparently) many enlisted people that are due to get out, are kept in indefinitely, with no choice. It was very intriguing to hear all the conversations between the service people, and even thoughts they shared with me in our time together. Many were honored to stay, but quite a large number of these young people were very agitated and perturbed at the news that they could not get out as scheduled. Having talked at length with so many, I feel like I have some “inside” perspective to the emotion of it all, and it made me very proud of Sean that he is an active reservist, and has chosen to “do it again”. I wish him the best of luck and pray for his safety.

Big Six, Thighs, & Videotape

Video Sharing at DropShots.com In my last “casino story”, Be Kind To The New Guy, one of my wonderful comment readers Digital Brownshirt expressed that he wasn’t particularly a gambler (a good thing) and asked if I knew of any “low-buck” games like in Vegas Vacation. He reminded me of a VV story of a lifetime, I must share with all of you. Bayou Caddy’s Jubilee was a casino I worked at in Mississippi. It was also the place where I achieved the highest management position I ever held in this career. Being in upper management in ANY gambling establishment will enlighten you to “happenings” beyond many you will ever experience in a lifetime. Casinos in Vegas or Reno do not close. However, in Mississippi it occasionally happens. During one minor impending hurricane, Bayou Caddy’s Jubilee had to close. When it’s deemed too unsafe for patrons, gulf coast casinos close. With that decision kicks into a plan that involves hours more work. Crazy amounts of cash have to be secured, games lock down, MANY “things” happen to secure millions of dollars in capital interest. Usually, a few people lag behind. Namely a head of security or surveillance, and often owners. This day, the owners and upper echelon remained with a few “invited” cocktail waitresses and the lone security designee down in the hull. After all hurricane protocol had been followed (when I left two guys in SUV’s drove side by side to create a water wake so I could drive my Mazda Protégé through water up to my lower doors), and the casino was “empty”…the party began. Most people will never have the opportunity to be inside a large casino empty and closed down, but it is an incredibly haunting and eerie existence. Most casinos have a “Big Six Wheel”. Most know it as the Wheel Of Fortune. It is a huge wheel that spins, and you may place bets on the table according to which spot you believe the wheel will land on. It’s called big six, as there are six denominations with a chance to win, i.e. $1, $2, $5, $10, $20, and a Joker and Clown that pay $40. This wheel is usually placed by the front door, or some other popular exit. On this day, the big wigs were sitting at big six watching out the doors observing weather. A phone call was made to surveillance to turn the cameras off. As most you and I would have done, the security director kindly agreed…but “accidentally” hit the ZOOM IN button instead of the OFF button. The Hurricane Party commenced. These dumb asses proceeded to get drunk, break out small cash from their pockets (all gaming chips were locked away now) and give the “sweet virgin waitresses” a chance to “be real dealers” and spin the wheel. In their drunken stupor, the Big Six rules changed and evolved. After some time, it became a new game called “Strip Big Six”, AND it was video taped. Gaming laws in Mississippi at that time were much stricter than in most venues. Employees were not allowed to gamble where they worked. Gambling, period was only dedicated to operating hours when legal games take place involving licensed dealers and chips on the table. Alcohol was controlled by ABC (Alcohol Beverage Commission), and only during legal hours of operation was alcohol to be consumed, and topless or bottomless behavior was only accepted by properly licensed establishments… You see where this is going, A LOT of laws were broken that day no matter your views on “innocent” people just weathering out a storm. There were recorded images of men in boxer shorts (over 60) and scantily clad “southern belles” wearing some of their gifts from God. After this news broke, the casino was fined $50,000 and the liquor license was revoked for a period of time. We were 55 miles from New Orleans, LA, but the headlines in their paper read: “Big Six, Thighs, and Video Tape”. Thanks to the liberal government officials, (and I don’t mean Democratic, I mean most guilty of something), the punishment was far less than allowed by law. Imagine a bustling casino with plenty of competition around NOT able to serve any alcohol. How did they survive one might ask? They survived as any capitalist group would. A very bright and illuminating red light was shone upon the Big Six Wheel, and a sign was posted nearby that read, “You Missed Last Call For Alcohol, Stay Tuned For Updates.” The surveillance guy just never came back. Rumors had it that the TV show Inside Edition was going to air the tapes, which too mysteriously faded away. The casino offered many “freebies” during that time including a 2 ton free crawfish boil party, and other complimentary gestures. People are morbidly curious, and the BAD publicity probably drew as many people as normal, but I saw the numbers, it did cost them immensely. Eventually many other things (mostly bad "stupid" genes in the blood) led to the owner doing time in jail.

Boogers4Brains

I want to give a special plug to one of my favorite blogs, Boogers4Brains. I don't know about you, but when I come home from a long hard day at work, I like to spend some of my surfing time with something comical, informative, and something that doesn't require a lot of my time to concentrate or think. This blog is funny, the quips and clips are short, and I always leave with a giggle or two. Give him a look-see, and by all means, tell him Malinda sent you :)

Texas Justice

Video Sharing at DropShots.com While reading The Voice I came across this wonderful video. Click on the title of the post to watch the video. Texas justice "done proud".

Michael Jackson Abuses More Than Young Boys

Video Sharing at DropShots.com While partying like a rock star at the Arab owned Dorchester Hotel in London, Michael Jackson continues to be buried up to his eyeballs in bullshit. Jackson has been living in Bahrain since last June, supported by his new benefactor Sheik Abdulla bin Hamad Al Khalifa, Prince of Bahrain. Even that relationship is now strained because Jackson took it upon himself at Christmas to fly over about a dozen friends and family and shower them with Christmas gifts, all at the expense of the Prince. Sony Music is desperately trying to scheme a deal for Citigroup to buy out $270 million in Jackson loans from Fortress Investments who bought the debt last year from Bank of America. If this deal does not go through, foreclosure proceedings will begin shortly against Michael Jackson. Jackson’s veterinarian Dr. Martin Dinnes has filed a lawsuit against him for $91,000 in unpaid bills. The sixty employees of Neverland Ranch have not been paid in over eight weeks, and most gas and electricity has been shut off at the property. All of the exotic animals in Jackson’s zoo are quickly being moved to other locations. It is also reported that all commercial and property insurance policies covering the Neverland Valley Ranch have lapsed due to non payment of premiums. While a Bahrainian lawyer is handling most of Michael’s legal issues (also on the Prince’s dime), his American advisor is Gaynell Lenoir, the daughter of Johnny Cochran’s late mentor, the famed LA attorney Gerald Lenoir. I’d like to see California take over Neverland and turn it into a homeless shelter, and permanently deny Mr. Jackson’s entrance back into the USA. I say Bahrain is a fine place for this poor excuse of a man.

George Bush Vows To Veto Any Bill Hindering UAE Port Deal

Video Sharing at DropShots.com I must admit, I’m scratching my head a bit over the apparent impending sale of 6 USA ports to a company based in the United Arab Emirates. Our President, George Bush vows to veto any bill attempting to stop his deal from going through. Upon first hearing this news, I was frightened to think that we as a nation would allow anything so seemingly dangerous to happen. And, if put to a vote by the American people, I believe I would vote No. However, after further study and listening intently to lots of news coverage, it turns out that almost NONE of America’s ports are actually owned by American companies. Foreign companies have been owning and running our ports for years, while port security is commonly handled by the USA. I believe in our system, and I believe that our President, whoever that may be he, knows more about the intricacies of the situation than you or I do. Therefore, I’m standing on this ground for now. The UAE has been an invaluable ally of the USA for many years. Like it or not, we must have alliances with Middle Eastern moderates in order to continue to wage and / or win our war on terrorism abroad. I also believe my Daddy…“Keep your friends and family close, keep your enemies closer.” Think about it, this company, Dubai Ports World will be forever under intense scrutiny by the Dept. of Homeland Security. If anything, it will give us a broader base in which to legally keep an eye on them, and anyone associated with them. I sincerely hope I never eat these words.

Be Kind To The New Guy

Video Sharing at DropShots.com (This one turned out longer than expected…grab a cocktail & a cigarette :-) Last night while blog surfing, I ran across a blog in which it was the year anniversary of the blog. I’m new to blogging, but thoroughly enjoy it so far. However, as with any new venture, a new guy is a new guy (or gal in my case), no more no less, and needs some training to get better. I feel that I’m catching on…I know enough now about HTML to only pull portions of my hair out when I’m challenged to use it for something new I want to do. I am catching on to the “blog lingo”, and learning the ropes well for my level so far I believe. This person last night had posted a cute list of “13” things they had learned over the first year of blog experiences. While I’m not much for memes, or some of the other “blog rituals” I’ve run across, I found this one interesting, and actually picked up some new information. It prompted me to tell this story. More casino tales… I am a person that likes to be good at what I do, whatever that is. I take constructive criticism well, and strive for success. My 20 years in the casinos afforded me the time and pleasure to be really good at what I did. However, as with anyone else, it did not start that way. I lived in West Texas in the 80’s eking out a living like everyone else in my small town when the oil crash took place. It was devastating to the people there. My husband at the time literally had a meeting scheduled in which he was to have been made a partner in the business where he worked. The meeting was scheduled on a Friday to take place Monday when the senior partner came back from a vacation in Ruidoso, New Mexico. Monday morning we awoke excited for the day to commence, as this promotion would change our way of life quite a bit. Like most people, we tuned into the local news on TV while getting ready for work. In Texas, it’s common (at that time anyway) to hear news on agriculture and oil every day, i.e. prices of oil per barrel, or cotton per pound for any given day. Friday, oil was $33 dollars per barrel. On that black Monday, the newscaster announced, “Today the price for West Texas intermediate crude oil is $9 per barrel.” We laughed and thought the poor guy had terribly misread his notes. NO…it was true, and the crash began. The promotion meeting was cancelled upon the news, as all business owners immediately knew life would never be the same in West Texas. We knew too, that leaving Texas was the only way to seek what we wanted in life. Long story short, off to Reno we were to seek the exciting life of casino dealers. Green as could be, and naive beyond any comprehension I’d ever had of myself (I played the piano at a Baptist church and taught Sunday school, and we coached a Little League baseball team in TX) I entered the fast lane life of the casinos. We attended school, scored high, and landed good jobs. However, for all you who visit Vegas or Reno, those “cool” people in the glittery uniforms behind the tables deal with things on a daily basis you will never quite imagine from your side of the table. If the math and constant thinking about numbers while trying to entertain 7 people solid hour after hour isn’t enough, the humans that grace your tables will bring to your attention lifestyles and conversations you never thought you’d have with perfect strangers. And the money, my God the money that can fly around hour on end can be sickeningly phenomenal. And I, southerly stubborn to be one of the rare women to succeed was a bit more taken off than I could chew when I began this journey. I was one of only four women crap dealers (of 30 or so crap dealers) at the small casino where I landed my first really good job, and the other three were seasoned veterans and vipers at best. (Another fact of the safe and kind Texas that I left was the wonderful hot weather, winters were mild and snow was something I’d only seen a few times and mere dustings most of the time.) On my first night that I had been considered good enough to be on the “big game”, some high rollers sauntered up to the crap table and proceeded to create a rain storm of hundred dollar bills upon my table like I’d never seen before. They came with a complete entourage of whores, large cigars, and attitudes from hell. Needless to say, I knew I was buried over my head. These guys made bets I’d barely even heard of, much less felt comfortable with, and it took them about 10 seconds to pick me off as the rookie, and they did everything they could to undermine me and have a really good time at my expense. I had started that day excited to show my talents and make the bosses know they did the right thing to promote me to the “big game”. I was astonished when showing up to work to find that my “box man” or “boss of the night” was the meanest, and most strict “by the book” man in the whole place. His name was Kit Carson (yes, like the Wild West hero), and he was built and looked just like Dick Butkus. He was mean, and ornery, and demanded perfection from anyone that crossed his path, and money like the money that was on this game only gave him a hard on for power. I stood stunned in the knowledge that I would be toast very shortly, and dammit, I only had a couple of hours to go on my shift before the “dirty dozen” showed up. I felt like I was in the show down of the OK Corral, or the last guy standing at Little Big Horn, an awful feeling. I didn’t even notice in my stress that quite a blizzard had begun outside. I was just trying my hardest to multiply in my head such things in a split second like $535 x 12. Not good. All the formulas and short cuts to the math I’d learned eluded me completely. “Mr. Butkus” promptly stood up from his seat (never a good sign) and called another dealer over from a dead table to “tap me out”. And then, when I thought I was about to be fired in front of the heckling assholes, he handed me $3 from his pocket. I looked at him very confused, and he said…”You know, I hear it doesn’t snow much where you come from.” I said, “No sir, it doesn’t”. “Look outside” he said…”Just look at that beautiful blizzard. Take this $3 and go to the bar across the alley at Harrah’s and have yourself a shot of whiskey and take in some of that beautiful snow.” I looked at him like he’d had a total momentary lapse of reason (I’d never even drank a straight shot of whiskey), when he boomed…”Hurry up now, you only have 10 minutes, hurry up damn you and get back here!” Then HE, the BOSS in the suit tapped out my replacement and began to do my job. I took my strange $3 and wandered out the door, went across the alley and asked the bartender for a shot of whiskey. He asked me what kind, and being a Texan, I only knew Jack Daniels. I tipped up my first shot, thought it was the most horrible thing I’d ever tasted, and made my way back to the casino not having any idea what to expect next, yet catching myself looking up at the falling masses of snow thinking this was like a dream, the most bizarre experience I’d ever had, and in a new city where I knew no one well. When I got back to the casino, I went to my spot, and this nasty man simply let me take back over my spot and never said another word. Somehow, he must have had infinite wisdom of some sort, because I did better. The math came back to me, I gained control over the assholes and the whores, and somehow I knew that I had crossed a line into a realm of progressive accomplishment. My night ended shortly after that, and I was pretty sure that I’d had my “15 minutes of fame” as a genuine Reno crap dealer. The other three accomplished dealers on my crew quietly left looking at me like they were SO GLAD they were not me, and quickly evaded the boss Mr. Butkus. I collected my belongings, and was trying to snake out the door when sure enough here came the boss. I was ready for my verbal bashing, and to my surprise, all he said as he shook my hand was, “Malinda, let’s make sure for your sake this kind of thing doesn’t happen again.” I assured him that I would try my best, and would get better. He walked away, and I noticed that as he shook my hand, he’d slipped a small piece of paper into it. As I walked out the door, I unfolded this paper rag, and saw these words scribbled in the penmanship of a rough cowboy. The note said…”I hope I never get so good that I forget what it was like the first time I was buried”. I will never forget that night. It has shaped the way I think for many years. This man that I had seen fire people at a whim, and yell at until the point of tears had given me a chance. A real chance as a woman to make it in a hard core man’s world. He showed me respect in the face of adversity and challenged me to be a better person in a very unorthodox way. I kept that scrap of paper for years until the pencil writing was too faded to read. I suppose by the time it faded completely, I’d reached my goal. As a person, an employee, and now a business owner, I try to pay that forward every day. Be nice to the new guy. You never know, he might just become a real somebody.

Recipe: Shredded Pork Carnitas

Video Sharing at DropShots.com Last recipe posted: Cheesy Broccoli Leak Soup Shredded Pork Carnitas Busy people need easy quality recipes that render great food. Fix it and forget it. This one is too easy and it rocks! Ingredients: Boneless Pork Ribs (yes, big package of the cheap kind) 1 Large Can Texas Ranch Style Beans 1 Large Onion Take a large package of boneless pork ribs. I use kitchen scissors to cut the fat off, and cut the rib meat into two inch chunks. Chop the onion into large chunks. Place the pork, and onion into your crock pot. Pour in the can of Ranch Style Beans. Add a slight coating of seasoned salt and pepper over the top. Stir the mixture just to blend. Cover and turn the crock pot on and go to work. (Low at 10-12 hours, High at 6-8 hours). Remove lid when you get home and take a large fork and pick at the meat until shredded. Stir the mixture up well. Shred lettuce, grate cheese, chop a few tomatoes or what ever toppings you like. This meat is awesome. It works well as burritos, tostadas, in taco shells, or even on buns like sloppy joes. Your imagination is the limit, but it’s quite a Mexican delight. Great left over, or freezes like a dream in ZipLoc bags for a quick microwave meal another day.

Rocks Pray

Video Sharing at DropShots.com Check out this amazing depiction of a lake with rock formations behind it. Tilt your head, or hold your laptop at a 90* angle, and see the rocks pray. What a peaceful place.

Bin Laden, Hussein, Now Youth Still Stirring Muslim Trouble Pot

Video Sharing at DropShots.com Bin Laden releases an extended version of his latest video "vowing NEVER to be taken alive". Thank you Osama, we appreciate that, it will make it much easier for us to capture your dead body from a pile of rubble. That will save me many tax dollars if the liberals aren't so worried about your defense team and a fair trial. Video Sharing at DropShots.com Saddam Hussein has gone on a hunger strike in defiance of his infadel legal team, and the court that he deems to be unfair. Again, Thank You Saddam, if you starve to death and die, we can feed more of our own homeless, again saving me tax dollars. Tonight, Fox News aired a video of Middle Eastern students attending suicide bombing school. 1,000 have already graduated, and it is reported that 52,000 have registered to defend the country if USA takes any military action against Iran for nuclear production. (This video can be found at the above Bin Laden link, it is titled Continued Defiance). These people are total retards. They interviewed a recent graduate who was bragging about his commitment to this idea if we did not leave Iran alone. I don't think our Shock and Awe was quite Shocking and Awesome enough. With the tax dollars we save on dead Bin Laden, and starved Hussein, we should go reintroduce these people to the mighty eagle talon once again. And don't go getting all sappy on me about the innocent women and children. There were a large number of women in this class, and lots of young boys in the mobs holding up large guns and cheering on the cause. The islamofacism cult is going to have to be wiped out...no matter how apalling that thought sounds to the meek.

Change The Paper Already Lazybutt!

Video Sharing at DropShots.com This picture made me laugh, and reminded me that this situation is truly a pet peeve of almost everyone around the world. I don't know why so many people leave two sheets of toilet paper on the roll rather than taking on that "huge laborious task" of just changing the roll. And I also hate the ones that get out a new roll of paper and just balance it atop the dry roll left on the holder. By the way, I'll share another anal rule at my house (no pun intended), that the roll must be replaced with the paper rolling over the top. Did you know that you will use 30% less toilet paper in a year's time by incorporating this policy?

CSI: Miami - Horatio Caine Pedaphile?...NO...Bad Namesake

Video Sharing at DropShots.com It is at the strangest times and in the strangest places sometimes that you actually learn something from your children, and you sit amazed by the young men or women they’ve become. I am a HUGE fan of CSI, or Forensic Files, etc. We watch a lot of that sort of program around my house. I was watching a recent episode of CSI: Miami the other night with my son which had a typical scene involving Horatio Caine coming to the rescue of a frightened young girl. While soothing her fears and explaining things to her, he told her a comforting story of how he had been named after Horatio Alger. My son, said, “MOM! That’s HORRIBLE! Don’t the producers of CSI research things before they just put stuff on the air?” I was surprised by his statement, and told him that Horatio Alger was an author during the time of Mark Twain and if you are considered to be a “Horatio Alger Story”, that you have come from meager beginnings and made good in life. I even joked that I suppose our story was like that as I certainly came from a poor background, and after I met his Step-Father, and we married that our lives certainly turned around after we worked hard and were afforded the chance by his father to open our own business. Since that time, we’ve done fairly well in three short years. My son again a big agitated said, “Well, if I were you I would never compare yourself to someone like that again!” He then told me of how he has been studying this man at school, and began to tell me his real story. I was shocked to find out someone I’d always considered a household name and a patriot of literature was evil… Video Sharing at DropShots.com It turns out, that Horatio Alger was a horrible man. During a period of time in his life that he was a MINISTER, he actually was having sex and engaging in horrible acts of pedophilia with these young boys he was supposedly helping to bring from “rags to riches”. Two young men told their stories, and when approached by the church elders, Mr. Alger did not deny the charges. His status as a clergyman was revoked and it was agreed that if he left town, no further pursuit of the scandal would ensue. He immediately fled to New York before the news could break, and from there he wrote all the novels he is famous for. He was a writer around 1867, and sold more publications than any author to date. His writings include dime novels such as Ragged Dick, Rough & Ready, and Tattered Tom. He continued to produce novels about young boys that were poor and worked hard and made it good in America. He also continued to take wayward common boys that no one cared about and help lead them from “rags to riches”, while continuing in secret to have inappropriate sexual relations with them. I did some further research, and found this all to be true, and the information was not that hard to find. If you look back now and read exerpts of these books knowing these facts, the storys do resemble pedaphile fantasies. However what is shocking to me is the fact that you can find dozens of “Societies”, and “Award Programs” that offer honors to successful people and give them “Horatio Alger Awards”, or lots of “Horatio Alger Societies”, etc. WHY…Why would anyone associate anything “honorable” or make any goal relating to Horatio Alger something someone would work hard to strive for? I’m stunned and disappointed to learn this sad truth. But hats off to my kid (who I never thought paid a lot of attention in History class) for being a good student and teaching his “old school” mother a thing or two. Perhaps after all, the producers at CSI: Miami should better research the associations they write into their story lines.

Zillow - Real Estate Of The Future

Video Sharing at DropShots.com Watch out real estate agents. Zillow is crawling up your backs. Zillow.com has launched and gone public with $32 million in backing. This website allows you to put in an address, find out the worth of the home, comparable sales in the area, and even has global mapping to allow arial zoom-in views of the area. It is said that one day, this will be the real estate agent of the future. So far though, the site has had some issues. There are complaints of down time occasionally, and values not being correct in some areas. The concept is new, and the owners realize there will be growing pains, but they are confident to make a huge splash on the market. Go to the site, put your address in and play around. If nothing else, it is a fun site with many features. NOTE: Spooky Fact...I put in my address, the GPS map came immediately up showing every house in my neighborhood. The description and value of my home was right on the money, including exact details. I found this site pretty amazing.

InsultThePresident.com - Insult The President Yourself

Video Sharing at DropShots.com For the small price of $20, you can legally insult the President Of the USA in writing. At InsultThePresident.com, you can pay a $20 fee for this priviledge. Two guys from Tempe, Arizona originated this site. Your $20 buys you a written insult sent directly to the President, a certificate of authenticity, and a post at the website describing your insult. NOTE: These guys are running a legitimate site, no threats to the President will be tolerated, and all will be reported to the Secret Service by law. There is a video clip describing this at CNN Pipeline. I happen to love the President. I’m hoping these guys make a go of this thing, as I’m saving my money for 2008, in case some liberal moron gets ownership of the big chair :)

How NOT To Park Your Helicopter

Video Sharing at DropShots.com My oh My… Click here to see a video of “How NOT To Park Your Helicopter” Only 0:46 minutes long. Links by UniqueDaily.com and gorillamask.net

Dildos At The OK Corral!

Video Sharing at DropShots.com Apparantly there is vast lawlessness once again in Wyatt Earp's town of Tombstone, Arizona. Marshalls have been accused of drinking on the job, the town prostitute has been living like "Otis" at the jail, welcomed by law officers, and a variety of sex toys were found in drawers at the sheriff's office. Alleged trades of drugs for "forgiveness" of crimes has been taking place. The town mayor put new Marshall Lance Crosthwait in charge of cleaning up the town once again. A town meeting was called, and with about half the town in support, many others cursed the new marshall and his tactics. He has purportedly been "chased out of town" until further investigations can be performed by a higher law authority. Can't you just see sweet Josie Earp saying, "Good Lord Wyatt! I'm supposed to put that where? And, do WHAT with it!" There is apparantly still a bit of wild in the Wild Wild West.

Harry Whittington - American By Birth - Texan By The Grace Of God

Video Sharing at DropShots.com I knew that Harry Whittington would respond this way to his unfortunate shooting accident. We Texans take things exactly as they are, and do not make mountains out of mole hills! My hat's off to a really stand up Texan that is also a wonderful representative of the Republican party. With all the class of a true Southern Gentleman, he crawled out of his hospital bed to dress in a suit and speak to the public. He harbors no hard feelings about this incident, will hunt again, and would be proud to share another excursion in the fields with Mr. Vice President Dick Cheney.

Sexual Predators ARE In Your Back Yard

Video Sharing at DropShots.com A recent post I read at Volcanic Sacrifices about a notice from school notifying parents a registered sexual offender had moved into the neighborhood prompted me to post this. Some time ago, I was approached by someone saying, "Check out this website!...You can punch in your zip code and it will tell you all the registered sex offenders living in your neighborhood and what they did!" I laughed, as I live in a really nice area of my city, and it's a family neighborhood. I typed in my zip code, and was appalled to find SIX. Then, we typed in a zip code of a really bad part of the city, AND THE PAGES JUST ROLLED ON AND ON! The most disturbing part of the exercise was finding out how many DUPLICATE entries were on the lists, meaning these people were MULTIPLE CONVICTION OFFENDERS! I thought I would share the link with all of you. Let's watch out for the kids. Click here to check your zip code.

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Posh Preppy Potty - Could You Poo Here?

Share Video at DropShots.com Check out this freaky public bathroom in Switzerland. This "loo" is constructed of one way glass. No one can see inside from outside the doors. Looks pretty modern and "on the edge" at first glance. But wait... Share Video at DropShots.com This is the view from INSIDE the bathroom. My oh my... it would be difficult to "carry on your private business" from this vantage point wouldn't it?

Ilana Yahov - Amazing Fantasy In Sand

Share Video at DropShots.com Ilana Yahov is an amazing artist. She draws “fantasies in sand”. Her work is created from a sand box with a glass bottom “like a glass table”, and obviously there are cameras and overhead projectors of some kind to show the works in a larger form to an audience. Watch the video above. It is 4:25 minutes long, but it is amazing, and the background music is soothingly peaceful. It’s like having a cocktail in a hot tub and watching amazing art. I have several readers that are really into theater and the arts, this one’s for you guys. Check our her website at http://www.sandfantasy.com. For all you young mothers that wisely purchase “Baby Einstein” and “Baby Genius” videos, Ilana Yahov even has a video available for babies and children. I think these will be on my gift list for my young nieces and nephews! Enjoy.

Is There A Ring Around Uranus?

Share Video at DropShots.com “Is There A Ring Around Uranus?”…is one of many funny headlines that have been printed, and only after the fact do people realize “That doesn’t sound quite right, now does it?” Click here to read a well written article from the Statesman Examiner Online about common newspaper and media mistakes. But…THERE IS A RING AROUND URANUS…and the proof is here.

Cheney Shooting Accident - Could Have Been Worse - Personal Experience

Share Video at DropShots.com I don't want to beat this old dead horse anymore, but I have a slightly different perspective to this story that I want to share. No secret that I am a "right winger", but for all the liberal thoughts on this incident that have been shoved down my throat, I want to share some truth. My father (best man on God's earth in my opinion), KILLED his inseparable best friend from grade school to high school at the age of 16 in a tragic hunting (gun cleaning) accident. There’s no “light” to be made of this, doesn’t get any more horrible or gut wrenching than that. However, I must share the truth. I knew the family well; even though my father was a teenager when it happened (I am his oldest child). Here’s a chance again to praise the wonderful short life of the late James Pasco Vest. I’m not going to pretend that I KNOW the true agony that family suffered, nor am I trying to make light of the situation in any way, shape, or form. But people, know that real people and real families suffer from damnable tragedies, but life does go on. The family of this son NEVER treated my family in any “less than normal” way. It was an ACCIDENT. This family welcomed us all into their home, treated my children well, and continued to love my father as their own as long as they lived. My poor father didn’t get a boy until very late in life, and my brother never got to know these people the way I did, but when my father DID have a son, the only thing he could do was to name him after the deceased son. They were honored by that fact, and always cherished the memories. BUT, the point of this story…not one of us ever stopped owning guns (my father did not hunt again for years, but did teach my brother eventually). Hunting is a sport enjoyed by millions of West Texans, and all continue to enjoy the sport, and enjoy the great socializing and Bar-B-Q’s that come from it. Sadly, accidents do happen, but when it TRULY is an accident, common sense and faith bring all through the situation. Will all the “city folk” PLEASE drop this already? It’s hard enough to live through the sorrow and embarrassment of an accident anyway; making so much of something that cannot be un-done serves no constructive purpose. Last “blurb”…I apologize to the folks back home if “airing the family dirty laundry” offends anyone, but if our story can help someone else, so be it. And…to the Vest family…THANK YOU…for being a stand up Christian Texan family that swallowed the big one and always kept our family a part of your lives.

Digital Brown Shirt Wins 1st Prestigious Pony Award

Share Video at DropShots.com On my previously posted Inteligence Test, a valued right wing reader Digital Brownshirt scored a perfect 11 of 11. He DOES win a new pony :) My own little brother beat me with 9 of 11 (Go figure, Dad gave HIM the brains:)... but now DB scores a perfect 100%. Good Times. Check out his blog, entertaining and funny... a good read on any day, especially now that we know he's so smart.

GOP Bloggers Carnival

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Put A Needle Into Joseph Smith

Share Video at DropShots.com Oh waah waah waah. I do not feel sorry for this freak at all. You know what? This beast has been nothing but a complete loser and street hoodlum for many years. He’s done nothing but cause trouble, reek havoc on others, and sleaze around being a violent criminal for over a decade. With a rap sheet six pages long, this slime-bag has only brought grief to anyone around him. Any money he ever did come by, he shot it up his arm or snorted it up his nose. Now that he’s staring the needle in the eye he wants to get on national television and cry like a whining baby and ask for reprieve. BALONEY! Oh poor baby, there are no telephones on death row for him to talk on, and he cannot be a positive influence on his family if he’s put to death. The only positive thing he can do at this point is shut up and die, and if he has found redemption then he can go to heaven and tell Carlie Brucia to her face how sorry he is that he raped and brutally murdered her when she was only 11 years old because he was a helpless heroin / cocaine addict. Good think I’m not on his jury…I vote to fry his sorry butt tomorrow. I hope the judge remembers this little girl, and the last face she saw before her young life came to a horrific end. Save the children, eliminate the beasts! Share Video at DropShots.com Share Video at DropShots.com

Sunset At The North Pole

Share Video at DropShots.com This beautiful photo was sent to me. Sunset at the North Pole with the Moon at its closest point.

How Intelligent Are You?

This test only takes a few minutes of your time. You will find it fun, and will be surprised I think at your results. I was a little pissed at myself, while thinking I'm so "intelligent", I found I only scored 5 answers correctly, therefore being considered to be of average intelligence. :o) I'm sure all of you will do much better. Please comment on your results! Click on the link below to take the test. Good Luck. Intelligence Test

Very Cool Big Rigs - Awesome Paint Jobs

Since I own a truck shop, I found these trucks very cool. I’ve never seen anything this cool roll through my doors! Hat’s off to the artists that were responsible for these graphics. Share Video at DropShots.com Share Video at DropShots.com Share Video at DropShots.com Share Video at DropShots.com Share Video at DropShots.com

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100,000 Volt Taser - NOT Good Anniversary Gift

Share Video at DropShots.com Speaking of dumb-asses that walk in front of gunfire (see following post)… Someone e-mailed me this story. I have no idea if it’s really true, but I laughed my butt off at the possibilities, and the visual impression I got of this guy while I read the story. I must share it with you… “Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol &Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Toni. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were suppose to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.... WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-A batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. Awesome!!! (Unfortunately, I have yet to explain what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.) Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries- right?!!! There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh &blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat; but, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference (pretty cute really) and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries thinking to myself, "no possible way!" What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best... I'm sitting there alone (Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it master") reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION @!@$$!%!@*!!! I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again! "Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative. SON-OF-A-GUN.. that hurt like hell!!! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they up get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles. I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!!”

Dick Cheney Says, "Give Me A F***ING Break!

Share Video at DropShots.com LOOK AT THE PHOTO ABOVE CAREFULLY! Dick Cheney is calling out to ALL OF YOU to “GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK ALREADY! I posted my first post about his shooting accident in the way I thought all would see it…tragic, but funny. COME ON PEOPLE… I could not post enough news links to let you in on all the news stories coming of this “not news”. I’m sorry for the poor asshole that decided to go back to pick up his bird and not tell anyone. I’m sorry he got peppered with buckshot. However, the moronic, sappy, bullshit interviews and comments I’ve seen across the broad spectrum of the media by GROWN ADULT men and women has almost made me embarrassed to be an adult American. The way I see well paid news people spin this story is “insert some not yet invented adjective here” at best. Either own a gun and learn how to shoot, (or act while in the company of others shooting I should say), or just shut up already if you cannot leave the planet in some “Beam-Me-Up-Scotty” scenario.

PayPal - Don't Sweat It

Share Video at DropShots.com Hey, my readers know, and I hope they live in comfort of the fact that I’m just what I am…a normal run of the mill gal who likes to blog. I’m certainly no techno-geek, but I do consider myself a fairly computer literate consumer. I began to use online financial technology about 10 years ago. I’ve paid my bills online through Check Free Bill Pay for years. I then evolved to E-Bay early on, and so forth and so on. In order to use E-Bay, to make life easier, PayPal was a must. I went through the “pains” to get verified, compromised, proven, registered, sent in my DNA sample and a note from my mother…etc. etc. That venue of payment, while intimidating at the time has proven to be a nice outlet for me as a consumer and also as a seller online. It seems that Google has a “new venue” on the brink that has PayPal scared. I say relax. As a consumer, if a product works well for me and I have already gone through all the trouble to get “on board” and have had no problems…at least for me… I’m not one to jump on the newest bandwagon just because it’s there. I say Go PayPal…you’ve been a good friend to me, I see no reason to change now. I do find it funny though to read this article… It seems the CEO’s are getting their panties in a wad, and I find it so funny as a business owner to doubt yourself when you KNOW you already have a good product. PLEASE, CEO’s of the world… don’t believe everything you hear, and if you have a good product, be faithful in it, and if you are worried…fix whatever you think your competition will outweigh you on, and go from there. America is a big place…there is enough to go around for everyone.

Ready, Aim, Fire...OH SHIT!

Share Video at DropShots.com Vice President Dick Cheney accidently shoots another guy while bird hunting. Oh my, how embarassing for this poor bastard. George W. is not going to be happy. We Texans are pretty anal about our gun safety. Thank goodness the poor guy is going to be OK. Hey, how many people can say they got shot by the Vice President of the USA!