there's nothing like joining facebook to make you feel old

Apparently the Augusta, Georgia, Westside High School class of 1987 turned out to be a little on the slack side. They're holding their 20th reunion in May, 2009, which is, um, yeah, a couple of years late. Now I certainly can't complain too much as my very own slack ass didn't even graduate from WHS, but you know me, always looking for a cause to champion/complain about. But enough of that, and on to the actual subject...

In the process of finding out about the 22nd year reunion, I was encouraged to join facebook.com as a way of keeping up with the info being distributed. And, upon doing so, I discovered I'd gotten old. But you know what the cool thing is about that? So has everyone else! There's maybe a few a handfull one or two or possibly three folks who look as good as they did when we were in HS. The thing about seeing people as they get older is that all the good looking ones, well, most of them just don't look so good anymore, and a pretty fair amount of the folks that were only so-so in high school are now pretty attractive, like they've grown into themselves. And then there are those for whom there wasn't any hope for in HS and they're still in that same condition today. And to make all those used-to-be-good-looking people I just offended feel better, feel free to tell yourself that I fall into this category.

And so many people chose different career paths than I'd expected they would, but some of them, I can totally see how they're in the job they have. In some cases it's like the super smart person in school is now the guy picking up your garbage and the guy you thought would be picking up your garbage is now a CEO. It's funny the paths our lives take. I couldn't even begin to tell you how I ended up where I am. But yet, here I am.

The other day I was trying to do a decent self portrait and after an hour I finally got 2 that were only 75% horrible instead of the usual 95% horrible, so I started doing post processing on them. While looking at the photos in high resolution, I saw things I hadn't really noticed before, like baggy eyelids, a quadruple chin (which is pretty much the en-tire reason I hate being in photos to begin with) and crows feet (not even feet actually, or even a single foot, more like just a really long toe) protruding (sounds like it's a wart or something, doesn't it?) from my left eye. How, I wondered, can this be the face - we're not even going to discuss the body - of someone who truly feels so young on the inside? And do you know what I discovered? It was my kids, 2 husbands, a lack of good judgement relationship and just plain ol' life that put them there. And you know what? I earned those puppies!

Let's Say Thanks

Although it's after Thanksgiving, please take a minute or two out of your day to visit Let's Say Thanks.  It's a website sponsored by Xerox that sends cards to American troops overseas to let them know how much they are appreciated.  Most of us cannot imagine the difficulties of being away from our family and in harm's way as they are, so let's let them know that we appreciate all they do to help make the world a safer place.

walking in a winter wonderland

my interior designer

first snow

The season's first snowfall

What is this stuff?

Attack!

doozies

I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.

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Precipitation: (as defined by dictionary.com) falling products of condensation in the atmosphere, such as rain, snow, or hail

From the intercom: "Good morning, students. If you have already arrived, you may come to the office to wait until the bell rings."

And a few minutes later: "Due to the wetness of this morning's precipitation, you may wait in the office until the bell rings."

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Teacher: "Why can't owls eat bones?"

Student: "Because they don't have forks."

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1. Coverage :: Teacher/student ratio


2. Cynical :: My dad


3. Gust :: of Wind


4. Improvised :: Whose Line Is It Anyway?


5. V :: Sci-fi miniseries in the 1980's


6. Guests :: Wedding


7. Brutal :: Cold


8. Grant :: Wish


9. Pull :: Rope


10. Streaming :: Video

I'm still around, just not here

It may appear that in the past few weeks I've gotten pretty slack about posting, and I guess that's true to a point, at least when it comes to this particular blog.

Occasionally (ha!) I tend to loose focus on one thing when a new interest/obsession crosses my path. You ever hear that saying that goes something like "Some people think I have ADD, but I - ooh, look, a shiny object"? That would be me. If I get more than one thought in my head at a time it becomes too crowded and the extra ones must vacate the premises immediately. But anyway, I digress.

In June I got bitten multiple times by the photography bug and that itch it's causing? It just won't go away. In fact, it's gotten worse. On the other hand, I'd like to think my ability to take pictures has improved. I'm really into wanting to just click away at everything under the sun/clouds/rain/raging blizzard/dark of night. This interferes a little bit with other things like eating, sleeping, doing laundry and working, but I'm not much concerned with trivial things like that when I'm obsessing. Anyway, to 'showcase' what I've done, I put together a photoblog and in the last week have managed to hit up most everyone I know, begging them to pretty-please-with-sugar-on-top let me take their picture. If all goes as planned, tomorrow I'll be taking photos of some friends.

If you live in the Denver area and are interested in having some photos taken for free, let me know. You can email me at betsy(dot)huffstetler at gmail(dot)com and we'll see what we can do!

my girl

a boy and his dad

naked vs. nekkid

It's come to my attention that there are actually some folks out there that didn't know there is a difference between "naked" and "nekkid". For those of you who are unsure what that difference - beside the spelling - might be, let me step up to the podium and explain.

The main variable in the "naked" and "nekkid" battle is intent. "Naked" is something you are with your spouse, partner or lover, but "nekkid" is what you were when you hooked up with that guy from the club (What was his name anyway? LOL). "Naked" is respectable, like Botticeli's Venus, or a baby in the tub. "Nekkid" is a little different in that it often involves a password and monthly subscription.

It doesn't matter to me one whit if you're naked or nekkid, but now you know the difference.

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1. Contemplate :: The Meaning of Life


2. In the house :: My Grandmother's Sleeping Porch
   
3. Classical :: Music


4. Quest :: Johnny Quest


5. Best friend :: Lynn


6. 1991 :: Ashlyn was Born


7. Never will :: End


8. Fool :: Money


9. Unhappy :: Gray Skies
   
10. Best man :: Wedding

George Washington I'm not

This is the tree that sits in my front yard and is out to get me. It's all of about 10 inches in diameter, maybe 12 just to give it the benefit of the doubt. Regardless of how large or small it may or may not be, the damn thing jumps in my way when I'm throwing the Frisbee to Bella. I kid you not, if I aim at the house, the Frisbee somehow, someway manages to hit the tree.

And it's not as if there isn't 12 feet to the right and 30 feet to the left of clear, unobstructed, well, air. And the funky thing is that it's not like I'm aiming too high and hitting the branches. I'm hitting the trunk, people. I'm not out committing crimes against Mother Nature, either. TruGreen Chemlawn can verify that my yard receives a little extra lovin' on a regular basis, but still that tree thwarts my dogs exercise. She doesn't pee on the tree, and most of the time not even in the front yard, so it can't be a vengence thing.

And since I'm being all honest and everything, I'm pretty sure that if I actually owned this house, that tree would be first on my list of things that would be gone.

bless her heart

Teacher: This is the book we're going to read this week. It's called The Littles Go On A Hike.

Boy: It's a fiction book.

Teacher: Yes, it is a fiction book. Can you tell me why it's fiction?

Girl: Because they don't really go on a hike.

I swear this actually happened. I know it did because I heard it with my own ears. And then I walked out of the room and giggled for a full 2 minutes.

a day at Chatfield State Park

Bella and her Frisbee

Proof Bella can swim when she wants to

Coming out of the drink

In mid-shake, but still in the water

A boy and his dog

Hunter

My mother's smile

Evening view from our deck

tee hee

What's black and white all over?

Michael Jackson

(courtesy of Hunter)

I have o-fficially lost my mind

I love my dog, Bella. I love her a lot, even. This dog is spoiled rotten and it's all my fault. Just how spoiled is she, you ask? I not only throw the frisbee to her a minimum of 3 times a day, every day, for about 20 minutes at a stretch, but the other day I was doing it IN THE RAIN. Rotten ass dog...

an early October day trip

Taking advantage of fall

Capturing the moment

Amazing Majesty

Kenin at Summit Lake on Mt. Evans

Looking down from Mt. Evans

Forest on Fire

Kenin

It's me, Betsy.

some of us even have sense

This photo was taken in Mississippi the day of the presidential debate.

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18. Mother's Finest

Thanks big ol' bunches to my ex, David, for introducing me (oh so many, many years ago) to one of the best songs ever, Mickey's Monkey.

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17. Prince

1999. 'Nuff said.

ugh

How can it be that mentally I still feel 29, but my body insists on looking 39? I'm getting crows feet and I am not okay with it.

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16. The Eagles

Some folks just need to learn how to suck it up and Get Over It.

the lesson I learned this weekend

I'd like to think that I'm a pretty decent person, certainly not someone you'd see on Cops or anything like that. But there are times when someone will piss me off and I just want to get 3 shades of redneck. However, I'm usually pretty good at controlling my temper because on the (thankfully) very rare occasion that I loose it, unpleasant things are bound to occur.

Don't you just hate it when someone eggs you on? You can see it coming from a mile away, that it's going to end and not only will it end, but it will end badly and with a fair amount of carnage, none of which will be you because you are the one carrying a big stick and an extra large can of whup ass. Well, I just plain hate it when someone can't let something go. And I particularly hate it when that someone is my normally wonderful husband and he's just doing his level best to make me mad.

So, if you're like me and someone's aggravating you sure as they're breathing and you've told them 3 times that this is a conversation better not conversed right now and they still push you, here's what not to do:

DO NOT THROW your very favorite $65 heavy metal stock pot toward the sink (throwing it at your spouse is probably not such a great idea either, but hopefully you know this already). If you do throw the pot, it will bounce off the rim of the sink and head toward the wall. And when it gets to the wall, it will then leave a hole the size of your palm in the wall, and that's going to be a real bitch to repair. And just imagine the mess if that pot's not empty when you throw it.

The moral of this story? Don't throw your favorite stock pot. It'll dent and then you'll have to buy a new one. And that sucks.

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15. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

My favorite? Breakdown. And Refugee. Oh yeah, and Runnin' Down a Dream.

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14. Garth Brooks

And to think it all started with Friends in Low Places.

pals

Hunter and his friend, Jacob, plaing video games.

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13. Travis Tritt

My favorite songs are The Love of a Woman and It's a Great Day to be Alive.

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Zoo :: The Scorpions
Neighborhood :: Montclair
Salute :: the Troops
Immortality :: Vampires
Dominion :: Old Dominion
Rhonda :: Help Me Rhonda
Parties :: Confetti
Prince of Darkness :: Devil
Garbage :: Stupid Girl
Standard :: and Poor's

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12. Madonna

I like her but not as she is now. She was great until the mid 90's, then she started to go downhill. So, in my not-so-humble opinion, she's pretty much at the bottom of the hill at this point, and stopping altogether would be a good idea.

rocktober 8-11

Better late than never!

8. Cyndi Lauper

The early stuff is the best - a bit wacky, but always fun.

9. The Commodores

In August 1999, Kenin, Ashlyn, Hunter and I were stuck in traffic on the Washington, DC, beltway when I popped a new cassette in the tape player. Out came Brickhouse, which quickly - and I mean by the end of the song kind of quick - became Hunter's favorite song.

10. Christina Aguilera

This is probably my favorite song by her.

11. Cher

She's so great, I don't even know what to say about her.

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7. Lynyrd Skynyrd

You just can't help but feel the pride when you're singing Sweet Home Alabama.

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6. Brooks & Dunn

Whenever I hear Boot Scootin' Boogie, it reminds me of hanging out with my friend, Betty Jo, at this itty bitty hole in the wall bar called Sue-Ann's.

hmmm... very interesting

I got an email from my favorite Yankee, Bob, who passed this link along from the ABC website. There are 26 statements, 13 made by each candidate, and you choose the statements you feel best echo your own sentiments. At the end, it tells you whose policies you're most likely to agree with. Of the 13 statements, I only agreed with 3 that McCain made - which is no surprise to me. The really honest thing about this is that you don't know which candidate made which statement, so there's no such thing as going with the party line.

Try it and see if your beliefs really put you with the candidate you think they do!

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5. Sarah McLachlan

Mirrorball - the best thing to come out of Lilith Fair.

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4. Def Leppard

The summer I was 14, Pyromania came out. My friends and I would hang out in the parking lot of the bowling alley (yes, I know how cheesy that is - no need to tell me) with Ray's stereo blaring Photograph and Foolin'.

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3. Boston

I got turned on to Boston during the summer of 1984 by our neighbor, Rusty. I rode to summer school with him (I was a wee bit of an underachiever) and he'd play Foreplay/Long Time and I'd be about half deaf by the time we made it to school. But what great memories...

no more lost buddies for me

I just came across something that makes life so much easier for moms. And y'all know I don't just jump on the first bandwagon I come across, so don't go thinkin' I'm typing just to hear the keyboard click. Remember how I was about the brandy butter sauce? Well, this is just about as good, except bathing in it isn't an option.

My Lost Buddy is a website that offers patches - available in several cute designs - for your kids' stuff so that if it gets lost, you've got a better chance of getting it returned to you. You iron or sew the patch onto whatever particular item (what a great thing for coats and hoodies!) and if it gets lost or misplaced, all whoever finds it has to do is go to MyLostBuddy.com and type in the registration code and their contact info and waa-la (I'm fairly certain that's not how you spell that, but hey, some days you should just take what you can get)! Through the magic of technology, you're contacted that your item's been found. Now, how cool is that? I wish they'd had this when my monsters were little, but alas, that's not how it was.

You better believe I'm going to buy a whole mess of these for my currently gestating grandson. He's never going to lose his favorite blankie - at least not for very long!

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2. Led Zeppelin

Overheard on my school bus when I was in 8th grade:

"Do you know who Led Zeppelin is?"
"Yeah. He's really cool."

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Each day this month (unless I forget, and I'm gonna try really hard not to!), I'm going to post a musical group or artist that influenced me or ranks way, way up there on my list of favorite musicians. Why? Well, basically because I can. :)

1. Fleetwood Mac

Rumors. Need I say more?

no mo', no mo', no mo'

You know, I don't really mind getting older. I mean, the last time I got upset over having a birthday was when I turned 17 and realized I'd wasted a fair amount of my teenage years being a bonehead. Turning 30 didn't bother me and 40 isn't appearing as a great looming horror in my mind's eye. I still feel in my mind like I'm in my 20's, and have even been known on occasion to act like it. So like I said, getting older isn't bothering me one bit. But I've gotta tell you, I'm pretty damn unhappy about what this aging crap is doing to my body.

Having gray hair doesn't bother me. God knows I've earned each and every one of them, so in my eyes, it's kind of a badge of honor. However, I've got the ugliest, most mousy brown hair though, so I dye it. I swear it's not about the grays - ask anyone who's known me, I've been dying my hair since I was 20. What's aggravating me is that my once super thick hair is getting thinner and that's pissing me off. It used to be so, well, thick. And now it just hangs there, limp and lifeless. This is not okay. Just because my grandmother wore a wig to cover her 4 hairs doesn't mean I want to.

My hormones are more whacked out now than I ever was, even during my incarnations of crazy. I'm not talking about emotional hormones, either. I mean, I feel like I'm going through adolescence all over again (except this didn't happen before!) and it was not the most pleasant experience the first time around, let me tell you. My skin is doing strange things, like I break out on my chest, and I have extreme itches on my neck, which (naturally) happen in the middle of the night and I wake up with red welts on my neck from where I've scratched myself too much. And I don't sleep - at least not for more than 4 hours - without the aid of good pharmaceuticals.

Basically, this getting older crap just isn't working for me, so I'm officially declaring that I refuse to age even one more single, teeny, tiny bit. I'm done, finished, over it, not doing it anymore. But just in case push comes to shove and I loose it and beat someone to death with a shoe or something, I plan on using hormones as my defense. And you just know that unless that jury's comprised solely of men, I'm getting off scott free.

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1. Hearing :: Loss
2. Aggression :: Mad
3. Charged :: Ion
4. Traveler :: Blues
5. Hydrate :: Water
6. Detox :: Amy Winehouse
7. Qualify :: Insurance
8. Prison :: Break
9. Frontal :: Lobotomy
10. Pep talk :: Football

Ike and the aftermath

Proof that beach dwellers have a sense of humor

Dumbass #1

Dumbass #2

Wall of water

Buried treasure

Fish out of water

What interstate?

Photo Friday - spontaneous

spontaneous

The Photo Friday meme

no shocker here

And this was a surprise?

I'm not really sure how this happened - Part 3

Apparently, this is absolutely not, in any way, shape, form or fashion, Ashley Biden. This is according to some guy who dated her in college and left a comment to that effect on the original post. Who am I to argue with that? I don't even know why the post is still getting hits because it's about as old as dirt.

However - didn't you just know that there was a caveat in here somewhere - according to a google.com image search and the Christian Science Monitor, this is the real Ashley Biden.

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1. Heist :: money
2. Hack :: computer
3. Dane :: Cook
4. Stings :: bee
5. Monkey :: business
6. Junkie :: Chris Rock in New Jack City
7. Pumped :: up
8. Brass :: monkey
9. Fight! :: junior high
10. Vouch(er) :: FEMA

say what?

On the way to Waffle House this morning:

Hunter: I'm so hungry I could drink a whole cow.

I'll stay right where I am, thanks

The other night Hunter and I were talking about the differences between co-workers and bosses.

Me: So, Ms. Special Ed Teacher is technically my supervisor, but she's also my co-worker because we work very closely. I'm not on the same level as Mr. Vice Principal or Mrs. Principal.

Hunter: No, you're not. First you'd have to be a real teacher. Then you've have to get your Master's Degree. And then, you'd have to get a degree in politics if you wanted to be a principal.

If he only knew how true that really is...

sugar and spice

Have you ever met one of those people who are so nice that you just know deep in your heart of hearts that they would love nothing better than talking to you for hours upon end about your worthless, pathetic life? This would be the kind of person that you're pretty certain the devil never even considered tempting them because they're just that damn perfect. You know the ones? They ones that have a bazillion friends and are so genuinely nice that you want to hurl? Well, I'm not one of those people.

But one of the ladies I work with is. She's never without a smile on her face, she's always dressed nicely, even if it's just in jeans, and every last child in school adores her, even my own kid who purposely ignores me if I happen to be in the same hallway, or worse, near his classroom. She's so perfect I want to hate her, but I can't because not only is she nice, she's from the damn South and that just wouldn't be acceptable behavior for a Southerner (me) who's way too far from home.

So I guess this means I'll just have to like her along with everyone else.

total lunar eclipse

scary scenery

This is Crystal Beach, Texas, where, until last year, my in-laws lived in a house 2 blocks from the beach. They live about 20 minutes outside Houston now, just a couple of blocks from Kenin's sister and one of his brothers. Thankfully, they only sustained damage to their fences and are, of course, without power.

Our thoughts and prayers go out to everyone who's been affected by Hurricane Ike. Please do what you can to help those in need.

are you pimped out?

Kenin: Hey Hunter, do you see what I'm wearing? My new carpenter jeans?

Hunter: Cool! Now my dad's all pimped out!

(I'm not real sure Hunter has discovered this yet, but he's actually a white boy who lives in the 'burbs.)

courage

courage

two things

Two A few things I learned while working at an elementary school:

1. Some children really need drugs in order to concentrate and not be a disruption to other students. Federal law prohibits us from telling you that, but it doesn't mean it isn't true.
2. Chances are, your child isn't gifted.
3. If your child says the teacher is mean, it usually means that the teacher makes him/her follow the rules.
4. We are helping to form the future of America and should be paid accordingly.
5. Some people should have to pass a test in order to be parents.
6. Just because it's okay for your child to lock him/herself in the bathroom at home, choke someone, or be disrespectful to adults, it doesn't mean it's okay at school. And if he/she does this behavior, don't get pissed off at me because I tell you it happens.

still not grown up

teddy rocks, no matter how old you are

winds of change

While watching the morning news today, one of the reporters made a comment that when he/she/it walked outside to come to work at 3 AM, there was the smell of snow in the air. While snow this early in the year is far from unheard of, it was only 44 degrees, so snow won't be happening, at least today. (It got me to thinking that maybe I should be a weather forecaster. After all, there's not another job on earth where you can be wrong more than half the time and still keep your job!)

So while the snow hasn't begun flying yet, the geese have, as evidenced by the loud as hell honking that was made as they flew overhead Saturday morning. Bella and I were throwing the Frisbee - okay, I was throwing and she was retrieving, most of the time - and when she saw them, she stopped, the Frisbee falling from her open, drooling mouth. You could tell that if she had wings, she'd have been chasing them, doing what it is her genes tell her to do, retrieve. And I bet she'd have been much better at chasing ducks than she is a Frisbee.

how to suck it up and get over it

Should you ever feel like your life just sucks eggs, you need to read the Punk Rock Mommy blog from beginning to end. It doesn't matter if you're into punk (I'm not, no way, no how) or if you're a Mom (I am, and much more so than I'd like to be some days), or even if you're feeling on any given day like you're a chicken with 3 heads. Just read it. And after you've done that, put on your big girl panties - or big boys pants if that suits you better - and suck it up.

a (few) day(s) late and a dollar short

I tried to post this last Monday, aka Labor Day or just one of the many days during the year in which I try really hard not to perform any labor, but I had 'puter problems. And as for not posting it any time within the last 5 days, well, let's just say I've had a life. So here it is...

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Okay, I (along with approximately 179 (at last count)other honest bloggers) mooched this meme from Rocks In My Dryer. Being Labor Day, it's about - you guessed it - labor.

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How long were your labors?
Ashlyn - 13 1/2 hours
Hunter - 6 hours

How did you know you were in labor?
Ash - I knew when massive back pains woke me up.
Hunter - When my eyes began rolling back into my skull at regular intervals.

Where did you deliver?
Hospitals both times. There's something to be said for modern medical care.

Drugs?
Ash - Absolutely! After I got the epidural, I felt nothing. It was the way science intended labor to be.
Hunter - Yes and no. I got an epidural and got one dose of meds but then Peanut's heartbeat dropped and my blood pressure dropped and they quickly decided that was going to be my one and only dose. After that, it was all natural. And very, very unpleasant. I think it happened because early in my labor I heard another woman screaming, and I made a comment that I was glad that wasn't going to be me since I was having an epidural. Apparently God thought otherwise.

C-section?
Nope, although if I'd had one with Hunter, I could've been on drugs.

Who delivered?
Doctors, absolutely fab-a-luss doctors.

emotions

Part of a discussion from my Interpersonal Communications class (just because):

The emotion that I have the most difficult time expressing is grief. Yes, I know that everyone has a tough time with it, but I think I may have a harder time than most. You know how you see people at funerals (usually the immediate family) that just hold it together so perfectly? Well, I’m not one of those folks. I’m more like a 2 year old curled into a ball on the floor, sobbing hysterically and hyperventilating because you took away my Tickle Me Elmo doll. I think it's safe to say I don't do so well with it.

McCain screwed up good this time

Because I'm fond of trashy folks, I read the comments that were posted on the CNN.com blog that discussed Bristol Palin's pregnancy. I figured all the Democrats and even most (normal) people would be pitching a fit over this whole thing, but I have to admit I was surprised at the overwhelming "WTF was McCain thinking?" vibe that I got. Either 99.9% of the commenters were Democrats, or this VEEP pick has even staunch McCain supporters up in arms. If McCain's advisors are reading those comments, then I sincerely hope they're doing their best to convince him to find another running mate, and fast. I imagine that even a McCain/Clinton ticket would look better at this point.

Come to think of it, this is going to be even better for the Dems than I thought... Bristol will marry her boyfriend, who can't support her and the baby. When this happens, they'll be eligible for housing in the Alaskan projects and will be on welfare. Obviously, these are programs set up by Dems so that will fly even more in the face of the McCain/Palin ticket. Not a smart choice, John, not a smart choice at all.

socio-political commentary

I have absolutely no sympathy for Sean "Diddy" Combs, or anyone else who makes the following complaint:

"I'm actually flying commercial," Diddy said before walking onto an airplane, sitting in a first-class seat and flashing his boarding pass to the camera. "That's how high gas prices are. I'm at the gate right now. This is really happening, proof gas prices are too high. Tell whoever the next president is we need to bring gas prices down."

The poor little rich man can no longer afford to fly his private jet across country because now it costs more than $200K to do so. Boo-Freaking-Hoo. When he has to choose between eating and paying bills or getting medical care, then he will be allowed to complain. Until then, he can kiss my empty wallet.

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Another sign of the times? It turns out that Bristol, the 17 year old daughter of Sarah Palin (McCain's choice for Vice President), is 5 months preggers. Years ago, Palin wouldn't have even been considered for Veep with an underage, pregnant, unmarried daughter, but I guess McCain's so desperate, he'll choose just about anyone. Or maybe he's going for the sympathy vote, though I hope America's too smart to fall for that. Teen pregnancy aside, I'd be really hard pressed to vote this ticket simply based on the fact that I've never heard of this woman.

freaky Friday

Thankfully, the following is not typical at my house. To get the full effect, listen carefully for the Alvin and the Chimpmunks version of Funky Town playing in the background.

The Rocky Mountain Balloon Festival

The flying of the flag

Sherbert Colors

Balloons

There's more than one way to fly

Almost Up, Up, and Away

Hot Air

Even Tony the Tiger was there

A Sky Full

Waffle House after takeoff

I'm not really sure how this happened, Part 2

I got an anonymous comment on the original post this morning from a person who claims they went to school with Ashley Biden, and this is not a picture of her. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't (in all honesty I couldn't even begin to tell you where I found it, other than that I googled it), but here's my disclaimer just in case: It may or may not be an actual photo of Ashley Biden; this is the internet, after all, and we all know at least half of what's on here is a bunch of crap. No animals were harmed during the writing of this post and actual mileage may vary. Should you experience priapism, contact your doctor immediately. Have a nice day.

Go here for yet another update.

I'm not really sure how this happened...

But I'll not be the one to say no thank you to being the number one source of Ashley Biden photos. Okay, so it's only one photo, but according to images.google. com, this blog is the first, the best, the taco supreme of Ashley Biden images. See for yourself.

It all started last December when Kenin and I were discussing which presidential candidate's daughter is the prettiest, because we're on top of important political stuff like that. Long story short, my cats Napoleon and Angelo won because none of you fuckers voted in my poll. But whatever, I think I can forgive y'all. So here's the photo that for some strange reason started it all: