I Have An Announcement!

Everyone listen up! This is very important to all of my regular readers (its important to my irregular readers as well,but do get more fiber).

Are you paying attention?

This blog has moved. You may now find it at injennifershead.com

Go forth and comment.

Class Day Today!!!! With Final Update

I'm currently sitting in the parking lot waiting for the gun range to open. We are taking our carry conceal class and test today. I got up early and fixed my hair and make-up. I girl needs to look good for a photo I'd that she's going to carry for the next 5 years. So I'm wearing Versace to the range. It's not the first time. I'll update you on the break.
2:00pm update
Having lunch now. The class has been interesting. I was the first person finished with the written test. Scored a 100%. I've always been. A good test taker though. Will update again after completing the range portion of the exam.
5:00pm update
We passed!! We passed!! Now we just need to get fingerprinted, send in our paperwork, and wait for the state. Time to start the countdown.
Final Update:
Well we are finally home. It was a long day, but it was certainly a good one. H&H Gun Range hosts a great class. They bring in an attorney to teach the legal portion of the class so that the students are able to ask any legal question they need to ask. That's a nice benefit as we had some unique legal questions. Now we just need to turn this mess of paperwork and goofy pictures over to the bureaucrats to play with. I hope to get my license before I'm 30.

Hardware Woes

Just so you are all aware how much I love you. I've been fighting with this whole blog thing all evening. It has become painfully apparent that my poor little clamshell is just not going to cut it. I am going to need a new laptop. I will be able to get this up and running from one of my desktops (probably the Linux machine). But this little guy is way out of its league. I think I will put it to bed for the night rather than throwing it through the sliding glass door which also needs replacing. This old Mac could do it if I were more patient. Tonight I'm not.

Blog Moving Update

I am hunting for a good web host. Any suggestions?

I Suddenly Felt 11 Years Old Again

I was browsing political news for blog material and found a story about John McCain making a list possible running mates. I pulled up the link and was drawn immediately to the sidebar. I've taken the liberty of providing a screen shot so that you can experience it more like I did. And just to prove this isn't some Photoshop trickery, I employed my mad digital editing skills in drawing mustaches on the main article picture. I especially like the dandy purple one on McCain.

You can click on the picture for a better view of my silliness.
So I was completely distracted from McCain's VP list by a little blub about the New Kids On The Block. Apparently, they have gotten back together. I will admit that back in the day, I was a fan. I was also a pre-teen at the time. Thankfully they are looking far more heterosexual now.
Well, kind of. Honestly, as the die hard capitalist that I am, I hope this is a huge success. I still have some memorabilia from the first time around. Hopefully it will go up in value, and I can make a fortune on eBay. I have a giant button with a picture on Donnie Wahlberg around here somewhere. Somewhere there may be a hat and a silk wall hanging. Scary huh?

If the tour comes through my area, maybe I'll get a silly group of chick friends together to go see them. Now we are old enough for alcohol. Their concerts are bound to be more entertaining that way.

Not Moved Yet, So Here's Some Gun Control Information

I've done nothing more today in regards to moving the blog, but I didn't want to leave you hanging with no content. I got this in an email from my great aunt. Lots of very interesting and thought provoking bits there.

A Little Gun History Lesson

In 1929, the Soviet Union established gun control. From 1929 to 1953, about 20 million dissidents, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.


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In 1911, Turkey established gun control. From 1915 to 1917, 1.5 million Armenians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.


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Germany established gun control in 1938 and from 1939 to 1945, a total of 13 million Jews and others who were unable to defend themselves were rounded up and exterminated


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China established gun control in 1935. From 1948 to 1952, 20 million political dissidents, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.

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Guatemala established gun control in 1964. From 1964 to 1981, 100,000 Mayan Indians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.

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Uganda established gun control in 1970. From 1971 to 1979, 300,000 Christians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.

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Cambodia established gun control in 1956. From 1975 to 1977, one million 'educated' people, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.

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Defenseless people rounded up and exterminated in the 20th Century because of gun control: 56 million.

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It has now been 12 months since gun owners in Australia were forced by new law to surrender 640,381 personal firearms to be destroyed by their own government, a program costing Australia taxpayers more than $500 million dollars. The first year results are now in:

Australia-wide, homicides are up 3.2 percent

Australia-wide, assaults are up 8.6 percent

Australia-wide, armed robberies are up 44 percent (yes, 44 percent)!

In the state of Victoria alone, homicides with firearms are now up 300 percent. Note that while the law-abiding citizens turned them in, the criminals did not, and criminals still possess their guns!

It will never happen here? I bet the Aussies said that too!

While figures over the previous 25 years showed a steady decrease in armed robbery with firearms, this has changed drastically upward in the past 12 months, since criminals now are guaranteed that their prey is unarmed.

There has also been a dramatic increase in break-ins and assaults of the ELDERLY. Australian politicians are at a loss to explain how public safety has decreased, after such monumental effort and expense was expended in successfully ridding Australian society of guns. The Australian experience and the other historical facts above prove it.

You won't see this data on the US evening news, or hear politicians disseminating this information.

Guns in the hands of honest citizens save lives and property and, yes, gun-control laws adversely affect only the law-abiding citizens.

Take note my fellow Americans, before it's too late!

The next time someone talks in favor of gun control, please remind him of this history lesson.

With Guns...........We Are "Citizens".
Without Them........We Are "Subjects".

During W.W.II the Japanese decided not to invade America because they knew most Americans were ARMED !

Note: Admiral Yamamoto who crafted the attack on Pearl Harbor had attended Harvard U 1919-1921 & was Naval Attaché to the U. S. 1925-28. Most of our Navy was destroyed at Pearl Harbor & our Army had been deprived of funding & was ill prepared to defend the country.


It was reported that when asked why Japan did not follow up the Pearl Harbor attack with an invasion of the U. S. Mainland, his reply was that he had lived in the U. S. & knew that almost all households had guns.

Interesting. It had the typical note about forwarding it on to people, but I thought posting was more efficient. Besides, I'm a non-forwarder. I've already racked up more bad luck than I am likely to out live. I'll never win that e-mail lottery either. For the record, I think Jesus still loves me even if I don't send the e-mail to everyone in my address book.

Personally, I'd rather not be rounded up and exterminated. They may come for my guns, but all they are getting is lead.

In other gun news today, I'm pissed off at a pencil pusher in the Oklahoma legislature. Apparently some pansy ass (or several), decided that guns on campus make their butts pucker so therefore circumvented the democratic process and kept this bill off the agenda thus killed it. I don't believe that's the end and will be looking into ways to resurrect it. It's one thing if something is voted down, but to be buried without consideration is an offense to us all.

Yes, I Can Take a Hint

And I'm an obedient Lucasite.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love your blog Jennifer? You are teh funneh.

I think you should switch off of Blogspot, get your own domain, and use Wordpress. It will enhance your quality of life. I'll even help you do it because I have mastered Wordpress.
-Rachel Lucas

Today, I bought the domain InJennifersHead.com. I will be moving soon. I will also be following the advice to switch over to WordPress. Blogger has taken good care of me, but I really need some more flexibility. I've got a little setup to do, but I will keep you posted.

Now, you can never accuse me of ignoring my loyal comment writing fans. Besides that, Rachel is way more popular than I and so I should be listening to her advice.

Real Life Superhero

A Royal Marine threw himself onto a grenade to save the lives of his team, and amazingly lived to tell the story. His rucksack, body armor, and balls of freaking steel absorbed the blast. He walked away with a bloodied nose. Take that Taliban bastards.

I have two words to describe this guy: Bad Ass. He deserves a medal, a parade, and a throng of servants scattering rose petals in his path. He should be preceded by bag pipes everywhere he goes.

British men are now living in fear of the day this guy comes home. Women will be able to smell the fact that he got the entire testosterone ration of England. The multi-colored flags being waved by the parade spectators? Yeah, it will actually be panties.

Just One More Reason Not to Eat There

Hubby and I decided that it had been far too long since we had last been to theater. No, not the classy kind. I mean the one the sells popcorn and has sticky floors. We decided to see a stupid movie because it sounded like fun. So we went to see Superhero Movie. Hilarious! If you go to see it, sit through the credits. You will get to see the extended version of that song. You'll know the one I'm talking about. When enough people have seen it that it has been posted on You Tube, I'll post it here. There are so many that deserve to have it played for them.

Because we aren't cool anymore, we were leaving the mall at around 9pm. After that, it's just emo city anyway. As we were walking out of our theater, we noticed a heavily armed sheriff walking through and checking each theater. This struck us as odd, but we just went about our business. We then discovered that they were lowering the cage doors as we walked out past the ticket booths. This barrier is even more intimidating than the impenetrable velvet rope. Hmm, even more interesting. More heavily armed sheriffs in the food court as well as Royal Canadian Mounties mall security. (If you had ever seen Quail Springs Mall security, you would know what a difficult distinction this is.)

Since we are still unarmed in public (CCW test is April 5th), we headed out to the car. They probably weren't looking for civilian backup anyway. Although we had a very lively 'what if' discussion on the way home. A friend came over to the house and the incident wasn't mentioned again. She brought wine and we talked until 2 in the morning like crazy people.

In scanning the news for possible material, I ran across this. Texas Roadhouse is right across the street from the mall. I'm assuming they were looking for the shooter because I'm sure seeing a stupid movie and eating popcorn is exactly what one would want to do after opening fire in a restaurant parking lot.

I'm thinking that they were looking in the wrong place. I've eaten at the Texas Roadhouse in question. The last time I was there, they had a hostess with a real attitude problem. My friends had arrived before we did and put their names on the list for seating. Apparently there is a high demand for peanuts and over-cooked meat on Friday nights. I approached the hostess station to let them know that the rest of that party had arrived and to inquire about the wait time. In the most condescending tone imaginable, she informed me that when the name was added to the list there was a 20 minute wait and that it had only been 15 minutes since then. I apologized for my lack of omnipotence and waited another 20 minutes for our table. Our sweet as candy waitress (really, I hope she has a better job now) took excellent care of us and all but begged me to make a report to the manager about the hostess. It seems that she is very popular among the help. I obliged. This isn't really the reason I don't eat there anymore, it was just the proverbial straw. Apparently the cook there is permanently set on well-done. I don't like burnt beef. I want it rare to medium rare. I order it that way, but the cook's settings cannot be over-ridden.

So here's what I think happened. Dude deals with PMS bitch to get his table. He picks out a beautiful cut of steak and orders it bloody as hell. While he is waiting for said steak to sit on the grill long enough for the cook's presets, he requests a cocktail. When he finishes his whiskey-infused water masquerading as scotch-on-the-rocks, his serving of boot leather with a side of mashed salt arrives. He pays his tab and leaves. He sees a friend in the parking lot who suggests that they go back into the restaurant for drinks and dessert. At that point, he snaps and opens fire.

Ok, not really, but it makes for a good story. It's unacceptable use of a firearm and will only be used as ammunition (pun intended) by the gun control freaks. Even though no one tries to infringe on anyone else's freedom of speech because some wacko said something inflammatory. No one tries to stop people from being able to travel this great nation just because someone used their vehicle in an unacceptable manor and killed an innocent bystander. But the right to bear arms is the unpopular part of the constitution; no one protests the infringements there.

Correcting Obama Quotes

"Had the reverend not retired, and had he not acknowledged that what he had said had deeply offended people and were inappropriate and mischaracterized what I believe is the greatness of this country, for all its flaws, then I wouldn't have felt comfortable staying at the church," Obama said Thursday during a taping of the ABC talk show

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I think what he meant to say here was, "Had I not been running for 'Commander of Chief,' I would never have spoken out against this racist." I could be wrong, but I doubt it. The Obamessiah will do anything for your vote. He's a self-proclaimed half breed so he can throw blacks or whites under the bus (just as long as he doesn't have to sit in the back) just to get the vote. He's the one-size-fits-all candidate. Got white guilt? He's your man. Want to be progressive and prove you aren't racist? Vote for Hope and Change!

"It is time for the federal government to revamp the regulatory framework dealing with our financial markets," the Illinois senator said in a wide-ranging speech on the economy.

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This should have been, "It is time for the government to spoon feed you and bail you out because Big Brother knows best. Only people that have been struggling like Michelle and I can really understand what it's like. As a politician, I promise to do everything in my power to make sure no American, citizen or otherwise, has to actually face the consequences of their own decisions. I know that the more people on the state's handout list, the more people vote Democrat. It's easier than getting a job afterall."

"If we can extend a hand to banks on Wall Street when they get into trouble, we can extend a hand to Americans who are struggling through no fault of their own," he said to applause.

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Adding, "And by 'no fault,' I mean too stupid or irresponsible to survive in a capitalist society. We need to lift up the lowest common denominator because they vote liberal."

He really is so eloquent. But seriously, where is the money supposed to come from? That's the part he always leaves out. It's tax money, plain and simple. And don't buy into the Democrats favorite campaign line of taxing the rich and the corporations. The rich can afford fast fingered accountants that can find more tax breaks and loopholes than your kid just found Easter eggs. Corporations will just pass the cost onto consumers.

-But Jennifer, what does it all mean?

Don't worry dears, I'm going to tell you. It means that the actual financial burden rests on the regular working class. Yep, I'm betting that means most of you. (All 42.9 that read daily on average and never comment. I love the lurkers too, I swear. De-lurk, it's safe here.)

All the wonderful socialist programs being offered cost money. Free health care isn't free. The money for a mortgage bailout comes out of your pocket. Ice cream for all is doled out by someone on the state's payroll. And frankly, it pisses me off. We bought a little house because it was what we could afford. One of the reasons I work full time is because my employer offers health insurance. These are decisions that adults must make. These are the values we should be instilling our children. As I have said before, handouts will not fix the economy. Must we really go over this again?

Breaking News! Occasionally, Hillary is Human!

According to Top News, Hillary Clinton admitted that:

Occasionally, I am a human being like everybody else.

The jury is still out about what she is the rest of the time.  But apparently, it is not human. 

Possibly alien?  It would certainly explain her desire to extend citizenship to those that are here illegally.

Maybe she's a robot.  Generations of science fiction authors have predicted that they would take over one day.  She's entitled.  This would explain her position on Universal Health Care.  She would only have to worry about seeing a state employed medical professional on the rare occasion that she is human.  Hmm, the alien thing works with that too.  You know, depending on how she defines "Universal" and "is."

I know! Samantha Power was right!  Hillary really is a monster. A key foreign policy aide to the Obamessiah would certainly know.  No wonder Bill was seeking comfort elsewhere.  Who knows what monstrous things lurk beneath those pantsuits!

No 'Colored' Person I Know Would Want This Kind Of Advancement

*Warning: This subject matter pisses me off and thus, the entry will contain foul language*

Still with me?

Al Sharpton is an asshole and a poor excuse for a human being. Let me fill you in on what he's doing currently. You may or may not have heard of the Dunbar Village rape case. If not, I'm going to give you the gruesome highlights.

10 men broke into the home shared by a Haitian immigrant and her son. For three hours these bastards gang raped her while beating her 12-year-old son in the next room. As if that wasn't enough, they then forced this woman, at gunpoint, to perform oral sex on her son. After this atrocity was finished, they put mother and son in the bathtub and covered them with household cleaners. The boy was blinded with nail polish remover. They attempted to light them on fire, but were unable to find a match. The neighbors tuned out the cries for help.

Hours later, in the dark of night, they walked to a hospital.

Four of the rapists have been arrested. Six are still at large. You would think that the "Reverend" (ha) Al Sharpton and the NAACP would be doing everything in their power to make sure justice was served in the life of this colored woman. But no. The scum that performed this act were black. Sharpton and his minions are defending them.

Personally, I don't give a damn about how hard it is to grow up black. There is absolutely no possible excuse for this inhuman act. Those that perpetrated it are lower than animals and should be treated as such.

Sharpton thinks they are being treated unfairly because 5 white boys that gang raped 2 girls were let out on bond to await their trial. He says that blacks and whites should be treated the same for the same crime. In that, I would agree. But this is not the same crime. What the white boys did was certainly not right, but it's not even in the same league. The white boys got drunk with a couple of girls and gang raped them. That's bad. But they didn't do it for 3 hours, force then to perform oral sex on their child, and then attempt to burn them alive. Honestly, I don't think they should have been let out on bond either, but they are probably less of a threat to society as a whole than the shit Sharpton is defending. And these white boys are going to trial. They weren't let off the hook.

Hmm, what could possibly be worse than gang rape? Oh right, the black boys did that and then some. I didn't know I had any more respect to lose for Al Sharpton, but apparently I was wrong. I really wish the Haitian woman had been armed. Then maybe the news would be talking about removing their brains from the walls of her home. The police could instead be informing the families that these sorry excuses for humans were no longer wasting the air. The world would be a better place.

It does nothing for the 'advancement of colored people' to support trash like this. Depravity of this kind knows no color. It is wrong, plain and simple. They are sociopathic fuck-heads that should be put so far away that air must be pumped to them. They are going to be tried as adults. Better than they deserve, in my opinion, but Sharpton complains about that as well.

Does the term 'colored people' not include women? What about this woman? Does she not deserve justice? Does she not deserve the army of attorneys at Sharpton's disposal?

These boys are monsters. They are a threat to society. Dr. King dreamed of a day when all people would be judged not by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. The color of their skin means nothing, the content of their characters has already spoken volumes. Is this not what the NAACP should be striving towards? This judgment is merciful in regards to their actions.

Please read Dr. Renita Weems's call to action. I'm not eligible to join the NAACP and wouldn't if I could, but those who are should speak out.

Via: The Curvature

Happy Easter!

I have already broken the rule about talking about politics in polite company. Now I'm going to talk about religion as well. Either I'm some kind of uncouth individual bereft of social graces, or my readers aren't polite company. I'll let you decide.

Growing up, I thought Easter just meant chocolate and a weird bunny. I got a new dress to wear to church, and often a frilly hat as well. I had no idea why. They didn't ever talk about it in my childhood church either. I grew up in one of those churches that doesn't celebrate days like Easter or Christmas as anything other than the overly commercialized secular spend-too-much money days. In spite of the fact that the word holiday specifically means Holy Day. I didn't get it until I was older.

In elementary school, I had multiple fights with friends and classmates about Jesus's birth date. I knew that the Bible did not specify and had never commanded us to celebrate it anyway. For me, Christmas was nothing more than getting family together for too much food and presents.

Every year for Easter, we would go to my cousin's grandma's house (no blood relation, but we're Okies so we're all kin) for an Easter egg hunt. Great fun! We'd compare our hauls and gorge on candy. Never once mentioning a spiritual significance to the day. It was years before I really got that there was one.

For just over a year now, my husband and I have been attending a liturgical church. I'm still getting this Holy Week thing down. I sing in the choir. Last year, I sang for my very first ever Maundy Thursday. It was the first time I realized such a day existed.

Last Sunday prior was Palm Sunday and we brought in trumpets. Seriously awesome service. We processed in led by a pipe and drum band. From now on, I would like to be preceded by bag pipes everywhere I go. Please keep that in mind if you ever choose to invite me somewhere. It was the first Palm Sunday service I had ever been to in my life.

For Easter, we did an amazing cantata where we brought in an orchestra. Did I mention that the church I grew up in was anti-instruments? Yeah. I was 28 years old before I ever sang in a church choir. And I'm a well trained first soprano. I had a full tuition and fee waiver as a vocal music major in college. Didn't finish, but that's another story.

My point here is that this is really all very new to me. I'm fascinated by the whole Holy week events. I'm blown away by Christmas productions (I was the soloist for our Christmas cantata). I think I really finally get it that it doesn't really matter whether or not Jesus was born on December 25th. It's a day that early Christians got to celebrate it without being persecuted or killed because they lined it up with a pagan festival. Their courage made modern Christianity possible. That is worth celebrating, and what better way to celebrate it than to keep up the tradition?

Easter is even more worth celebrating. This day is commemorating Jesus's triumph over death. The day that He rose from the grave. This is the cornerstone of His promise to us as His followers.

After church, we got together with family. We had a lovely dinner and then sent the children outside to hunt the eggs. But this morning, before we even left for church, I asked my nine year old son what Easter was celebrating. He said, "The day Jesus rose from the dead." I didn't know that at his age. I agree with my childhood church's philosophy that we should be celebrating that every day, but I don't think having one special day set aside for it cheapens that idea in the least. I believe in reinforces it.

You know, the vast majority of us pay taxes with each and every paycheck that we receive. We don't actually think about it because it's the same each and every time we get paid. We only think about it when it comes time to file our taxes once a year. If communion is the same each and every week, by human nature we become just as complacent. By taking the time out to focus on what it means, we are forced to realign ourselves. I know, I just compared salvation and taxes, but it works. Except, of course, that on Easter we are reminded of how much we get for so little. When we file our taxes we are reminded of how little we get for so much.

I'm rambling and should probably end this entry. I'll leave it with this: Christ's death and resurrection extends grace and salvation to us all. We are all fallen creatures in a fallen world, but because of His sacrifice, we can be saved. This isn't limited to those belonging to any specific church or denomination. I believe that only God knows a man's heart and holds the keys to salvation. I believe that He is far bigger than any human boundaries and labels that we have tried to put on Him. Jesus told a thief condemned on an adjacent cross that he would be in Heaven with him that very day. This thief was not a "good" guy. He wasn't a member of any church. He didn't jump through any legalistic hoops. He didn't deserve salvation. At least, not any more than the the rest of us do.

Random Musings

It's been a while since I've just gone way off the deep end and shared a random synapse fire with you. So I figure that it is high time. Hmm, 'high time,' what does that mean anyway? Does that mean that this exact moment is currently toking on some sort of doobie? Well considering today's random thought, that is entirely possible. For the moment to be toking, not me. I don't do that sort of thing.

And now, without further adieu, today's completely random question:

If my bologna was Catholic, how many names would it have?

Would people wish to be a related wiener?

Would that change the design of the Pope-mobile?

All things to ponder over various completely non-Kosher meals.

At Least This Politician Knows His Place

Florida State Senator Victor Crist is sponsoring groundbreaking legislation that promises to wipe out a large percentage of the crap in Florida. His far reaching bill seeks to shed light on the johns in the state. He wants to be certain that all restaurants provide enough squares to each patron utilizing their facility. For once, a politician is not only looking out for his own backside, but the backsides of all his constituency. Senator Crist is not taking the waste problem sitting down.

Or maybe he is.

You see, Senator Crist is sponsoring legislation that would mandate that all eating establishments have "enough" toilet paper in their restrooms. One must wonder how to quantify "enough." Does this measurement hinge on the type of food provided? I would assume that eating like a rabbit would produce rabbit like turds and so therefore, "enough" would be very different for a vegetarian establishment than an assplosion inducing Tex-Mex eat-porium. A colon-pounder with cheese would have different requirements than a tofurkey.

Seriously folks, haven't the politicians gone far enough? Do we really need them in our bathrooms? Sure they might be far more qualified to wipe your ass than pen legislation, but aren't we paying them to actually do something? When we asked them to clean up the shit, we didn't mean it literally.

I will admit frustration and even embarrassment at finding myself at the tail end of a roll with no relief in sight. Never once have I asked in that situation, "What the gubment gonna do?" (I never use such poor grammar in speaking to myself anyway.) Maybe that just means I really am a Conservative. I really believe that politicians have no place in my bathroom. It's kind of a private area, and I would like to keep it that way.

And so if Senator Crist would really like to make a difference, he should get his nose out of the shit and deal with the real assholes.

Signs of Spring

Even though an entire hour was recently hijacked out of my life while I slept, I am enjoying the signs of the pending spring.

Here are the daffodils blooming in my backyard. I really like to cut a few and put them in a cobalt blue vase. Maybe I'll take some to work this week.


This is the Bradford Pear blooming in the front yard. They are lovely to look at. If you aren't familiar, never never never inhale while standing under a Bradford Pear in bloom. They are quite pungent and not in a pleasant sort of way. But it still makes for a nice picture.

And this is my very favorite part of the improving weather. Open toed shoes. I really need to redo my pedicure. Hooray for springtime! I'm so ready to say good-bye to winter.

Meeting Expectations

I did that stupid thing that mothers are warning us not to do. I invited someone that I had just met on the internet to meet me in real life. Yeah, in person, face-to-face and everything. I'm half crazy. but you probably already knew that. Although, I will say that if you are going to meet a new online friend in person, the gun range is a damn fine choice in venues.

My impulsiveness paid off, and we had a really good time. I hope that I have a new friend. Thanks Rachel! And it's an open offer to come shooting with us any time you just happen to be our direction. Even if you did set the bar a little high for me.

I'm getting to be a pretty good shot with my .357. Look here then here, in that order. I practice with it a lot and have been constantly seeking the advice of the advanced instructor. His advice has been invaluable, and I think I owe him dinner. That might just be fun anyway.

But this weekend, the .357 wasn't my focus. One of the guys in my office loaned me his .40 Sig Pro to play with and take my carry and conceal test. In Oklahoma, if you take your test with a semi-automatic, then you can be approved to carry a pistol, a revolver, or a derringer. If I were to take the test with my revolver, then I would be limited to wheel guns. I want to keep my options open. The Sig is a sweet pistol. I loaded 10 rounds in my first magazine, took aim at my target which was less than ten feet away, and proceeded to only punch 2 holes in the paper. Nice. Yeah, that's promising. I didn't have any trouble with recoil. In fact, it doesn't kick as hard as what I'm used to. No, apparently, I was having trouble lining up the sights correctly. With the next magazine, I made a straight line up the center of my target and should not have any further problems, but I have to admit that I kind of felt like I needed to be issued a helmet and mittens for that one.

Overall, we had a really good time. I got to make a new friend too which is always a good thing. Oh yeah, and we bought another gun too. It's a WWII era Smith & Wesson .38 special M&P. If you've never had an opportunity to fire one of these, you are missing out. Once it's home, I'll post some pictures.

Thank You!

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Hiring a Prostitute is bad- M'kay

I'm not going to link to the entire interwebs so that you can read yet another story on Elliot Spitzer. Here's my take because I know that you are on pins and needles waiting to find out. He's a horny bastard and is only sorry that he got caught.

I don't really give a damn whether or not his wife was putting out at home. Yeah, that's bad for a marriage. Yes, she may carry some blame for the breakdown of their relationship, but she carries absolutely no blame in the whore poking scandal. The only way you could place this on her head is if she took him by the hand and led him to the house of ill repute.

Men have urges. That does not mean that they are not responsible for the decisions that they make. I am shocked that the men of the world are not outraged with the accusation that they are no better than animals ruled by their most base instincts.

I shouldn't be surprised though. Our society has given so many handouts and encouraged the victim mentality so much that people have ceased to believe they are responsible for their own actions. Too many men have allowed rape apologists to blame the shortness of a woman's skirt rather than their own violent intentions, so why should I be surprised at the silence here? Too many women are willing to treat their bodies as an amusement park.

For the record, "Kristen" is no victim here either. She's an adult that decided to become a prostitute. She will have her 15 minutes, but she will always be remembered as Spitzer's whore. She chose that path as an adult. The things that drove her to that decision don't really change the fact that it was her decision to make.

More Shooting Stuff

For those that offered advice on this post (Instinct and Don), thank you. You guys are awesome. Actually, the previous target that I posted was the first day I got my .357 (she really needs a name) back from her maker. She was still wearing the Hogue monogrip. It's a nice grip, but doesn't fit as comfortably as the Ahrends. When I took it home to clean it, I switched them out. Here is my Saturday target.
Better? No more flinch with the other grip and a little more practice. Thank you for the advice anyway, I will absolutely keep that in mind.

Apparently, the Oklahoma legislature agrees that putting guns in the hands of law abiding citizens actually reduces crime. They are currently trying to pass a bill to allow certain college students to carry their handguns on campus. There haven't been any of the shootings on an Oklahoma college campus that I know of, but I really do believe that passing this bill will keep it that way.

The measure was approved 65-36, despite opponents who said it made no sense following shootings at schools across the country.

Ah how much I love by back-woods redneck state. The good ol' boys 'round these parts have an idear about handguns.

10 Years Today

I can hardly believe it. My husband/boyfriend/best-friend-with-benefits and I have been together for ten whole years now! (Our 10 year wedding anniversary is in December)

Committing to spending my life with my very best friend has been the best thing ever. I highly recommend it. Although, this person will have to be your special friend, mine is taken. Michael is wonderful, witty, and passionate. I'm a very lucky girl. We've been through a lot together, and it has only brought us closer.

So I'm feeling pretty good today, and I browsed on over to one of my favorite bloggers only to find that she was linking me. Thank you Rachel Lucas. I'm feeling remarkably cool and like maybe I should clean up the place since your readers will probably be visiting. If you came from there, welcome. Please make yourself comfortable.

Well it came as a shock to me

Will wonders never cease? I found a feminist that I seem to be able to have a rational discussion with.

Let me give you some background. I joined the BlogHer network recently. I'm sure some of you may have noticed the new ads showing in the sidebar. Just below the ads, there are links to headlines written by other members of BlogHer. I was very excited to see my post, A Woman's Right to Choose, in the BlogHer rotation.

Since I was looking, I decided to check out other headlines. And I found The Curvature. Although I may disagree with some of her ideas, I respect her. She disagrees with me as well. There are issues where we agree, and I may cover these in the future. Respectful debate is the only way to progress especially on delicate issues like abortion.

I am pro-life personally. I believe that once a child is conceived, he or she deserves the rights granted to any other living creature. I think abortion is a tragedy and should only be employed in the most extreme cases. I do not think criminalizing abortion is the way to get there. I am sick of the pro-lifers that will give their time to protest a clinic but not to reach out to a girl in crisis. And I believe the vast majority of women in that position are in some sort of crisis. This is not the time to ridicule them and label them with scarlet letters. I don't believe any woman sets out to have an abortion. I believe every woman that is considering one wishes that she had never gotten pregnant (or had a medical condition) in the first place. These pro-lifers have entirely too many members in common with the crowd that labels single mothers as whores. It's no wonder they consider termination as an easy way out. These girls need compassion.

Abstinence is certainly an option. I believe it is the best option for single women, but I don't have the right to force my beliefs on anyone else. God gave us free will on purpose. I can only share my beliefs and why I carry them. I also think that all forms of birth control should be readily available. (Guess I just gave away the fact that I'm not Catholic.) In my opinion, the best way to combat abortion is with education, options, and support. I would challenge any pro-lifer that is willing to give their time and money to protest a clinic, instead take in an unwed mother that was kicked out of her parent's house and help her find adoptive parents for her unborn child. Let her know that she is worth the time, energy, and love bestowed upon her. That would speak volumes beyond any words that could ever be written on a sign.

What? You mean gun ownership actually REDUCES crime?

People don't like the idea of possibly getting shot. Did you realize that this applies to criminals to a far larger degree than law abiding citizens? Criminals get really freaked out when law abiding citizens start carrying guns that they know how to use. No really, check it out. The rate of sexual assaults fell when women started carrying guns in Florida. But you don't have to take my word for it. Doot doot doot (That joke is lost on anyone not familiar with Geordi LaForge's Reading Rainbow.)

When sexual assaults started rising in Orlando, Fla., in 1986, police officers noticed women were arming themselves, so they launched a firearms safety course for them. Over the next 12 months, sexual assaults plummeted by 88 percent, burglaries fell by 25 percent and not one of the 2,500 women who took the course fired a gun in a confrontation.

And they didn't even fire a shot. Far be it from me to assume to know the motivation of another person, but I'm betting it's because these guys didn't want to get shot. Criminals are generally not the most intelligent of characters, but they know that if they attack someone that is armed then they are likely to get shot. As mentioned before, people don't really like getting shot. I mean, it doesn't seem like a real good time to me.

By the way, my .357 returned from Smith & Wesson on Friday. I went to the range.
Wanna mess with me? I didn't think so.

Incredibly Girlie Squeeeeeel Moment!

I got to do something every girl would love to do today. You know what it is? Well I did get kissed by a stud with good breeding, but that's not what I am referring to. I got to play with a newborn premature filly today. She was only 28 hours old and born 34 days early.

Every girl love horses, and the babies are so deliciously adorable. I just want to hug them all. I'm really lucky. One of my good friends and co-workers is Julie Allard of Allard's Horse Haven so when each year's foal crop is born I get to go and see them. (If you go and buy a horse from her, tell her that I sent you.) They are so insanely cute. If I could take them home and snuggle them in my tiny living room, I totally would. Unfortunately my postage stamp sized back yard isn't really big enough to take one of these precious babies home with me. But I won't live here forever.

I know you are just dying to see the new baby, so here she is!



Click on the picture for a bigger image.

The previously mentioned stud was horse. Beautiful buckskin named Two Joe. I don't have his picture, but will try and get it from Julie.

Sometimes, You find your own fun

At the risk of becoming "that girl with the bathroom photos," I bring you this treasure.
This particular scene happened in my office on Monday. This is the one and only ladies room in the office. As I am sure you can plainly see, it was out of order due to maintenance. But just in case one of the ladies didn't realize that one should not use the toilet when it is not attached to the floor, someone added this helpful sign.
Seriously, you can't make this stuff up. The ensuing laughter at the sight of sign made me nearly wet myself. The heart is my favorite part. I have to tell you, it's very difficult to take a focused picture while snickering and doing the pee-pee dance. (Did I really just say 'pee-pee dance?')
As a matter of fact, while being privately cracked up about the scene, I got busted by the note leaver. I explained that I could not resist the picture. Being an awesome girl with a fantastic sense of humor herself, she actually offered to pose in the picture. That proved rather dangerous since unmounted toilets are a long way from stable. In her defense, she posted the very helpful note before the toilet was removed from the floor. At that time, it really did look like a perfectly usable facility.
Here's my positive message for today: Find humor in mundane places. Laugh at the ludicrous. Share a strange talent. Like writing Haikus about the restroom.

End of the paper
Oh the horrors all alone
The shelf out of reach

Dripping, worrying
Linoleum barrier
Stretch without slipping

All the ladies know
They have been there once or twice
Elegance falters

Domestic Distress Call

Help! I've lost a graphic novel! Actually 2 of them, but it's 2 copies of the same thing. One is actually intended as a gift. Shh-don't tell my brother-in-law. I put them in the home office, and I have absolutely no idea how I could ever lose something in a room that looks like this:

I would swear that I put them on top of my comic book boxes. There on the left side of the picture, under our range bag (the blue back pack crammed between the boxes). Or maybe they are there between my computer towers under my desk. The one in the foreground of the picture is a Windows XP/Debian Linux dual boot HP. The one in the background is my Mac G4. (Yes, Instinct-a Mac. And I'm writing this entry on my Mac iBook in the living room) I'm a nerd, and a disorganized nerd at that. Guess I didn't really need to point that out since I already made reference to my comic book boxes. Oops, went off on a tangent there.

This room is a perfect example of what happens when domestically-challenged random creatives get married. I would love to claim that this is the exception, but I would be lying to you. There is a hair dryer, a dremel-style tool, and a four drawer file cabinet in the kitchen. I don't know why anything ever gets lost here.

My mother-in-law will be mortified, and since I just found out today that she is reading my blog, I should probably clean up the place. I'll hide the laundry and get the toilet paper out of the living room before she shows up. Maybe the shirt she gave me today should be hanging in my closet rather than from the leg of the coffee table standing in the dining room. But there is still hope! In order to work a day off of his 3 week grounding, my son cleaned the bathroom. He even cleaned the mirror. Check out his work.

I think he earned the shortened sentence. There's hope for us yet!

My husband, after asking if I was also planning to share pictures of our dirty underwear, suggested that I should make a game out of these pictures. So, here is a list of some unusual things found in these 2 pictures. The first person that can locate them all will get kudos from me, and I will tell everyone else that reads this blog how incredibly cool you are. Maybe, just maybe, if I can find something interesting to send, I will send you something random from one of these two rooms. Don't hold your breath on receiving it though. As I've pointed out before, I am the queen of procrastination and I'd hate for you to be asphyxiated. See, I really do value my readers.
1. Cat butt (extra points if you know the cat's name)
2. Bi-Plane kite
3. Leather tools
4. Saxophone playing blue M&M
5. Peace Lily
6. Wine Corks
7. Pinkish-orangish candle
8. Something made with cucumber
9. Dandruff shampoo
10. Outdated digital camera
And the bonus: Uninstalled Mac processor (no, you won't get this as a prize. You can't have the cat butt either)

A Woman's Right to Choose

This is one of the most heartbreaking things that I have ever read. Michelle Malkin covered it very well today.

The issue of side effects, particularly of the emotional kind, of abortion is one generally ignored by the main stream media. This poor girl was a victim of a crass and callous system that puts its own agenda ahead of the rights of women and children. Yes, I said ahead of the rights of women. This girl went to the hospital terrified and told them that she didn't want to kill her babies and yet the doctor went ahead with the procedure, offering her no more counseling than a phone number.

Understand that I believe whole-heartedly in a woman's right to choose. She has every right to choose whether or not she has a child and that right reaches all the way through to conception. Women today have the obvious option of not engaging in activities that could result in pregnancy. They also have pills and devices easily accessible to control the family size. Personally, I am choosing not to have another child at this time and so therefore I take a pill every day. I know that there are those that would tell me that my choice is wrong, and I respect their feelings in the matter. I am a happily married working mom and so abstinence is not really a viable option for me. I'm not ready to take the more permanent step of sterilization at this point in my life. Since I do work full-time outside of my home, I do not feel it would be fair to my son to divide my already limited time with him. I'm also not one of those women for whom motherhood is a defining characteristic. I love my son, but I've never really been much of a kid person. I deeply respect the women with large families, but I do not believe that is what I was designed to do. That being said, I also believe that God is far more powerful than my birth control. If it is in His will that I have another child, then I will. I would not ever, ever terminate a precious life that God had entrusted to me.

What really gets me here is that the so-called 'pro-choice' movement isn't offering a choice at all. Rather, they try to convince women who are already at their wits end that the child growing inside them is nothing more than a ball of cells to be removed. They are selling death to a woman looking for answers, but it's alright because they package it like its nothing more than a tonsillectomy. Emma's story is not unique, but these are the things liberals don't want you to know. It doesn't look good for their 'caring' image. It doesn't help their agenda. If people think and feel they do not make good sheep.

The fact is that they don't care. The human life has no value. And these people want to manage your health care. No, I would not like fries with that thank you very much.

So please, left loonies, go sterilize yourselves to save the environment. Hmm, who was the last person to use sterilization and population control to advance their agenda? Oh that's right! It was Hitler. Funny, he was pro-gun control and anti-Jew too. Sounds like he was a far better embodiment of leftist ideals than JFK ever even thought about being.

Jennifer's Head Can Occasionally Swell

That's me. Fairly typical look too. I blow dried the hair creating my unruly but still fun mop, and no make-up. This would be the standard weekend look. It does still include fabulous shoes, but my bathroom mirror is not full length. Yes, my bathroom mirror is in desperate need of a good cleaning. I have never claimed to be domestic. Change out the jeans for some slacks or a skirt and you've got my usual work look. Since you had only seen me in my profile picture, I thought you should see what I look like on a normal day. The profile picture was taken almost two years ago at my best friend's wedding. As her maid of honor, I had to actually do my hair and make-up for the big event. Well actually, another friend did my hair. It has never looked like that again.
So now you are thinking, "Um, Jennifer? Are you ever going to get to the point? Do you even have a point?"
Yes actually, I'm glad you asked.
One of the guys that works at the local gun range worked with Michael several years ago. This was a couple of jobs before Michael met me. Upon reuniting, the conversation was the standard.
Old Friend: Hey Mike. Good to see you. How have you been? You've lost hair since I saw you last.
Michael: I've been good. Yeah, that figures since the last time you saw me I was about 17. I'd like you to meet my wife Jenni.
Old Friend: (shakes hand) It's nice to meet you. (turns to Michael) You've done well.

Every woman knows that "You've done well" in that situation is really man code for, "You're wife is cute (or hot or pretty--something complimentary)." We accept the polite compliment and don't think anything else about it. The part that makes it funny is what happened on a later visit. At this visit, the old friend makes it a point to pull my husband aside, and in a stage whisper to make any four year old proud says, "I think your wife is hot!" LOL! I love it.

Well not 2 weeks later, I take my department out for our monthly departmental lunch. The conversation turns to the upcoming audition coming through Oklahoma for America's Next Top Model. One of the girls says, "I think Jennifer should try out for that." No, I am not in her chain of command. She goes on to tell me that she thinks I'm so pretty and that she thinks that I could just wear anything. She proceeds to tell me that she has always said that. All the while I am trying to come with a polite response that doesn't sound like I'm full of myself or self deprecating. I went with the honest response, I actually tried the modeling thing and it just wasn't for me. I stifled the voice in my head that was laughing and screaming, "You couldn't do that! You're 5'4", almost 30, and you've got cellulite and stretch marks! I don't think that's what Prada is really looking for this season." But you know, when they finally decide that the heroin waif is not so pretty, then they can give me a call.

I'm enjoying the compliments lately. I'm sure my head will swell enough to throw me off balance at which point I will topple over into something embarrassing like kitty yak which will bond to my hair and thus negate any inflated image built.

On a side note, I did jog around the block today. I'm still short and almost 30, but the cellulite will not win! And no, I still did not clean the mirror.

Queen of Procrastination

Yes, that title is all mine. I have earned it fair and square. I'm off work today, Monday, February 25th. No special reason, just burning my last vacation day before it expires on my anniversary next month. Would you like to know what I am doing?
What worthwhile thing that has been sitting in the corner of my living room taunting me?
I'm signing and sending out my Christmas cards. No, not early. I purchased stamps for them back in December. I even printed all my address labels. They must go out now before the price of stamps increases again. Besides, I'm tired of Santa staring out at from below shiny clear plastic.
Maybe if I get them sent, I can finally say good bye to winter! That's probably been the problem all along. By keeping me shivering, maybe I would be reminded of Christmas and send the jolly elf on his way. Hand cramps be damned! I'm shipping these out today!

Dear Sunny Part 2

Dear Sunny,
Emerson wanted you to see his classy side. Although he is tough and knows how to use his claws when needed, he is also able to host a diplomatic state dinner.
Emerson knows that you are reviewing applications for the right running mate and feels it is important that you understand what kind of cat he is.
Emerson is very concerned with the economy. He lives within his means. He has a nice three tier cat tree with two catnip balls. Although he would have been approved for the full cat-castle with hammocks, ropes, and multiple towers, he didn't get it because he understood that interest rates will change and he would soon be over his head. Therefore, he does not feel compelled to bail out the selfish morons that can't understand basic economics. If they need to sell their castle and move into a kitty condo, tough. They will have learned their lesson and won't make the same mistake next time.
Emerson and I have spent a lot of time discussing the entitlement crisis that exists in our society. It is just in kitteh's (and doggies) nature to take the treat when it is offered. He admits that he has even accepted treats that he did not earn. His proposed solution is to return charity to the private sector. Those that have earned their treats will then have the option of sharing them with those less fortunate. But if they choose to keep their tuna (or pork) all for themselves, they have that right as well. In this way, citizens can choose what charities they want to support. If they want to hand their surplus treats out freely with no questions asked, they have that right. But if they want to only support charities that are working to return the less fortunate to the work force and thus tax paying citizens, they have that right as well. A capitalist nation has no responsibility to feed those that do not work. The government is not in the business of charity.
After discussing health-care at length with Emerson, he reminded me that he would still prefer to never, ever ride in the vomit inducing vehicle only to be poked with something sharp while they tell him what a good kitteh he is. He did remind me that it is a far better experience when it is his turn than with the interloper. He did state that some changes should be made. First of all, the price of a medical procedure should be the same whether you come in to pay for it in cash or if it will be paid by your insurance company. This would allow people (and wage earing dogs and cats) to use personal savings as their own medical insurance. Also, insurance companies should be able to compete across state lines. In this way, the free market will naturally regulate the rates without costing tax payers.
Since Ferrule was mentioned, Emerson felt he must tell you more about the brat. Since it is apparent that he has been granted amnesty by the home owners, he felt it was necessary that he learn the rules of the house. And these rules must be enforced. As evidence of the training and enforcement given to Ferrule, Emerson submits this picture of Ferrule pooping in the toilet.
No, he does not flush as he is too easily entertained by the swirling water and the humans don't want to pay for that.
Emerson would like to invite Sunny to have a drink with him and discuss matters further.
Sunny/Emerson '08

PS. Emerson does not believe that our souls are broken.

Attention TMobile Customers Updated

Get the word out! I read this on Rachel Lucas's site. This is outrageous.

T Mobile vs. Gymboree
February 10th, 2008
by Doug Miller

Two weeks ago tonight I had visitors from out of town. My daughter, my son-in-law and my 2-year-old granddaughter came to visit. My son-in-law was in the Navy, and they were transferring from Virginia Beach to Ingleside. We were all glad to see that they were going to be living closer to home.

They left my house about 8:30pm and headed north on 377—the “back way” to Lake Dallas, where my ex-wife lives—to spend the night.

They didn’t make it.

They were struck by a car trying to pass in a no passing zone in Roanoke and my son-in-law and granddaughter were killed instantly. My daughter was careflighted to JPS and had emergency surgery. She will make a complete physical recovery.

In the last two weeks, I was tasked with more items to complete than I can even remember. Besides making the funeral arrangements, one of the menial tasks was to replace my daughter’s phone that was destroyed in the accident. I figured, no problem, I’ll run to TMobile, her provider, and get a loaner. I’ve done this multiple times with my employee’s phones, I’d run to AT&T/Cingular and pick up a phone until we could get a replacement off EBay or some other used phone outlet.

The “gentleman” who is the manager of the TMobile store in Southlake told me under no circumstances could he give me a phone. I wasn’t authorized on my son-in-law’s account. I explained to him that my daughter had just gotten out of ICU and was needing a phone to make some phone calls. Not going to happen. I told him that I was willing to give them my credit card to secure the phone, but to no avail.

When I explained that the United States Navy had cut all sorts of red tape to make my task easier, they didn’t care. When I told them the DFW National Cemetery had gone out of their way to make things happen on our schedule, they didn’t care. They wouldn’t budge.

I called TMobile when I got home, got a sympathetic person on the line and was told she would try to get a phone out to my daughter. She also encouraged me to send a letter to the CEO. I did, and was so angry I FedEx’ed it out Monday morning.

Tuesday I got a call from somebody at the company headquarters…but got the same answer. No dice…no phone…no bending of any of the rules. In fact, they had cancelled the order that the customer service agent had placed on my behalf. I explained to the “lady” that I could very easily go get a new account from AT&T and have a lot less stress in my life; she didn’t budge. I told them what I thought of their company, hung up the phone, called my AT&T rep and got my daughter set up with a new account in 5 minutes.

I told the people at TMobile that I would tell everybody what a bunch of douchebags they are, and hence the post.

Let me tell you a story about how customer service SHOULD work.

My son in law returned from deployment in November of 2007. My daughter had ordered a little navy outfit for my granddaughter to wear during the homecoming ceremony and her wish was for my granddaughter to be buried in this outifit. Problem is, their household goods are being shipped from Virginia to Corpus, and there is no telling where they are.

My wife and I came home from the hospital and searched Gymboree.com, only to find that it was apparently last year’s outfit and had been discontinued. We searched EBay, and couldn’t find one in the size that was needed and didn’t have any luck on Craigslist either.

I sent a desperation email to Gymboree customer service about 1am on Friday morning, letting them know of the situation and asking for help. They responded Friday with an email stating that they would do everything in their power to try to find one, but they couldn’t promise anything.

Saturday morning the supervisor of Customer Service called my wife crying…telling Shannon they had found the outfit, had pooled their own money and they were FedEx’ing it to us immediately. We offered to reimburse them, but she refused. She had a two-year-old of her own, and the story of what happened to my granddaughter touched her and she wanted to hep.

I have sent the CEO of Gymboree a letter via FedEx telling them what a great bunch of employees they have, and they should be proud. TMobile can rot in hell.

I would also like to take this moment to thank the fine people at the Roanoke Police and Fire Departments, the Keller PD and Fire Department and the fine people at Careflight. Without them, my daughter wouldn’t have made it. I am forever in their debt.

I am writing this from my Blackberry and so apologize for any awkward formatting and spelling errors. I will clean it up when I am able to use more than my thumbs. Fellow blog writers, please repost.

I have finally made it back home to the Mac and have use of all fingers. The thumbs have returned to their rightful purpose managing the space bar. I will re-iterate, please get the word out.

If you would like to help the family in any way, they ask for prayers, and if you wish, donations to the Texas Scottish Rite Hospital for Children in the name of Josh and Maddie Adkison.

I will Not be intimidated

The life of artist that created this image has been threatened by radical Muslims. Yes, Mr. Westergaard has received death threats from radical practitioners of the 'religion of peace'. Michelle Malkin is again calling bloggers to show their solidarity by reprinting their choice of Mohammed cartoons.
Some people find this image offensive. Some may think that I am being insensitive to their religion. Let me explain. I mean as much respect by posting this image as the person holding this sign.
Or maybe one that has one of the lovely sayings like, "Death to infidels." I hold them is as high esteem as they hold me, a woman with a job that is not afraid to speak her mind. A woman who was not afraid to write this in October of last year.
I will not be intimidated by those who wish to take my freedom. I will not be intimidated by those who continue to kill their wives and daughters as an act of 'honor.' I am not afraid.

Dear Sunny

Dear Sunny Lucas,

With all of the turmoil happening in the election, Emerson has decided he would like to enter the race. Although he is not interested in the presidency at this time, it has become abundantly clear that what the candidates need is a strong running mate. Someone that both compliments and balances the presidential candidate. After researching those in the running, Emerson humbly requests that you consider him for your running mate. That is, if you can get over the obvious urge to eat him.

Here are some of the reasons that Emerson is specially qualified to be the running mate of Sunny Lucas:

1. What better way to gain the kitteh vote? You are a strong and yet polarizing candidate. Although many of the felines agree with your views, it is difficult to vote for a dog in office.

2. Emerson has very strong feelings about illegal immigration. Emerson came to live in his home through the appropriate channels. He was rescued by Pets for Friends and adopted through their partnership with PetSmart. Fees were paid and legal hoops were jumped through. Life was good for Emerson until almost 2 years ago. Emerson's human felt sorry for a little underfed, flea-ridden, nearly hairless wild kitten and brought him into the house. Ferrule skipped all the appropriate channels and was suddenly given lap time with the human. He still remains in the house to this day. Here he is wearing a Saint Patrick's Day t-shirt hanging out with the beer.
It's difficult to tell from the picture, but I promise that he is nothing more than a freeloading bum that has stolen his human's affection. He steals the treats and runs away with the toys. Something must be done before more like him are allowed to enter Emerson's home. Emerson proposes putting up a fence and posting guards to check his humans (especially the mama one) for freeloading stowaways. The guards will pay for themselves with the money saved because the humans will not have to feed the freeloaders. The established, legal adoption/immigration program works quite well and controls the flow of ingrates. It needs only to be enforced.

3. As I am sure you can tell from the picture, Emerson is definitely anti-gun control. Gun control laws only serve to limit law abiding citizens and does nothing to prevent crime and protect the innocent.

4. Emerson understands that we are a country at war and must finish the task at hand. Otherwise, our national security would be compromised.

5. And finally, Emerson believes that, like him, all politicians should be neutered (or spayed). He believes that this is the most efficient and reliable way to prevent distractions and scandal that would tarnish the office of the President of the United States.

Emerson is very serious about this request and is anxiously awaiting your response. Please respond at your earliest convenience.

By the way, Emerson is not a big fan of pork or green beans so there will be no risk of him trying to get in on that action.

Sunny/Emerson '08

Berkeley vs The Marines

The Problem

As you may have expected, I have a solution. And being a blogger, I am in such a position of authority to present my solution to all who might deem it worthy of reading.

I think the Marines, actually all military entities, should listen to the protesters and council members and immediately vacate Berkeley. I think they should bow to the city pressures and create a city with absolutely no military presence. I know what you're thinking, hear me out. I think they should then make known to the entire world that the US military has no presence in Berkeley. The military should remain absent from Berkeley until such time as the opposition to them is no longer present.

I give it two weeks.

Notice I did not say that the military should not return until they were invited back. As soon as the unfriendly people of the world learned there was a place on US soil with absolutely no military presence....well let's just say the opposition would be begging and pleading for the Marines to return to kill those "Exciting and Unusual People." The appropriate ass-kissing would be offered. But, as I said, the military should not return until these people are gone.

Think of the tax dollars that would be saved. Anyone with a brain in Berkeley would follow the Marines out. We can let the resources of one of our enemies eliminate some entitlement hungry moonbats. Then the Marines can come in and wipe out the enemy without all the travel expenses. Everybody wins!

Jennifer's .357 Magnum

You know, I've mentioned that I purchased a new gun, but I've yet to show you. Shame on me. Do you want to see it?
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Of course you do, don't be silly. It's a brand new Smith & Wesson Performance Center 627 8-shot. It's got a Hogue grip and gold bead site straight from the factory. It comes in a nifty aluminum box. There is a reason I haven't shown you though. After shooting 32 rounds out of it (16 .357 Magnums and 16 .38 Specials), I discovered a chip in the frame. This is obviously a flaw that Smith & Wesson is sure to take care of for me, but it just made me sick and I didn't want to look at it for a while. That and my shooting was terrible immediately after having the flu. I was still weak and should have know better than to go to range, but it was new and I hadn't shot it yet. But my performance was not up to par. These things combined made me not want to think about it for a few days. I'm better now. I am nearly back to my pre-flu energy level and have accepted the fact that Smith & Wesson will be taking care of it and everything will be alright. (By the way, the flu sucks. Especially when all 3 members of your household get it at the same time. Makes everything stink too) So, without further delay, here is the new gun.


Jennifer’s .357 Magnum

Another one bites the dust

Well, it isn't quite official, but realistically John McCain is the GOP nominee. Romney, with good reason, has dropped out. Although I am sad to see him go, his logic is sound. Many people have forgotten, but we are a nation at war. Romney knew he was losing and further campaigning would only serve to anger conservatives more about the eventual nomination of McCain. In effect, handing the campaign to the hippie Dems. He choked down his distaste in hopes of preserving the sovereignty of the United States. McCain has been consistent in his promise to continue the war on terror instead of running away with his tail between his legs. Mitt made a graceful exit.

I'm kind of feeling like I'm somehow cursed with the kiss of death. Each candidate I've committed my vote towards has dropped out. Hmm, maybe I could use that to some advantage and pledge my vote to the candidate I hate most. I think that's what Ann Coulter's real motivation may be.

So the GOP has decided that McCain is their man. It is what it is, like it or not.

The remaining question: Which Socialist are the Dems going to put up against him? We've got the fresh idealist and the power hungry crook.

I honestly don't believe that Obama is a bad guy. I think he really believes that his government programs can create some kind of Utopian society where everything is sparkles and rainbows. I think he really thinks he can tell the militant Islamic terrorists that we just want to be friends and they will stop trying to exterminate us. And wouldn't it be wonderful if he was right? Unfortunately he's misguided and naive. I kind of feel sorry for the guy. Electing him president would be like sentencing him to a horrible nervous break down. He wouldn't even see the inevitable failures coming. This eloquent orator would be reduced to a sniveling mass huddled in a dark corner of the oval office, covered in the sticky leavings of the last liberal to seek dark corners in the White House.

On the flip side, we have Hildabeast. Even if we just look at her recent history, we can see there is nothing honest about her. She used extortion, empty promises, money laundering, and fabricated people for campaign donations out of Chinatown. There is a strong suspicion that she tampered with the polling machines in New Hampshire. And then there is the matter of the $5 million she loaned her campaign that she is hoping her supporters pay back. Should be interesting what the accountants come up with when they comb through the Clinton's financial records. Oh that's right, it will be nothing. Just like Whitewater. If elected, she is certain to bring sleaze back to the White House. Those dark corners will be lonely no more.

We're getting a liberal in the White House. Whether RINO or actual Democrat; no other choices remain. It makes me want to hide in the sand for the next four years. But I can't do that. Instead I will load my gun, lock my doors, and pray that it's only four years.

I'm not dead yet!

I'm still here. Just been busy in my real life. I promise, I haven't left you lovely people and will be posting more soon. And I promise, it will not all be political rants.

Homicidal Days

Political night terrors have a way of screwing up a day. *twist-turn* The RINO is going to win. *turn-flop* It'll be okay, Romney was leading in the California polls. *sweating* Who am I kidding? You can't depend on California. *stretch-twist* Why are these idiots voting Huckabee? It's a 2 man race. He's only throwing the results. *turn* Damn, I've gotta pee.

And then to find out that it all came true. NNNNOOOOO!!!!! Shame on all of you people that didn't even bother to go to your local polling place. Shame on you people that voted for anyone that isn't actually in the running. A pox on all that didn't attempt to make an informed decision! And to the delegates in West Virginia--A plague on both your houses! (apologies to Shakespeare)

Yes, I know that it is still mathematically possible that the RINO is not going to be the nominee. It's a long shot, but if the voters in the remaining states get their heads out of their asses, there may still be a chance. So here's the simplified recap for those that still have a chance to cast their votes for the GOP.

Ron Paul--Mathematical impossibility. I don't care if you like him, even if he took all the remaining states he still would not have enough delegates for the nomination.

Mike Huckabee--Not running for President. He's running for Vice President. The only reason he is still in the race is to split the vote and throw the results

John McCain--RINO (Republican In Name Only). Backstabbing, underhanded tactics have put him in the lead

Mitt Romney--This is the lever you pull, the button you push, the line you fill in. He's the only Conservative left in the race.

I realize that the chances are now greatly improved that McCain will get the nomination. Grrr. I'm a long way from happy about that. I will bitch, and I will grumble. But by November I will have gotten over it. I will mutter my way into the voting booth and cast my vote for the RINO if that's the choice I have. Why? Because even though I don't like him, he's not a socialist (read Marxist or Communist).

Don't think I'm just following the party line here. The United States is currently suffering from an entitlement crisis. If the Dems win, they will make certain that those who have worked for what they have pay the bills of those who have not. Mark my words. The welfare rolls will bulge. Everyone who has made responsible decisions will be taxed to support those who have not. I know it sounds heartless, but I don't think I should be paying to feed the crack whore high school drop-out that sold her body to pay for her habit and now has a bunch of crack babies with health problems to care for. I'm not so naive to think that throwing money at these people will turn them into productive members of society.

At least McCain isn't going to strip our military (ala the first Clinton) so in four years we'll have a country left to rebuild.