Me in a tutu? Yeah right!

I have admitted to most that my one and only television vice is Dancing with the Stars. I try and watch religiously and if I miss an episode I am on youtube searching for the flubs, dumps, falls and fails.
While watching many of my Facebook friends are doing the same. During commercial breaks FB is often a flurry with our critiques. Such as "oh no she didn't just fall on her ass" or "I can't believe hes still in it". After an evening glass of vino it can get really catty.
And that was my downfall.

Kirstie Alley, a champion to all aging, women of size. I really wanted her to win. She had moxie and sass! Every Tuesday, with her Spanx moaning, she went out there and shook her voluptuous tatas and swung those birthing hips. It was awesome. She rocked it.

And then she wore a tutu.
She danced away in a gorgeous, made for TV, sparkly, purple, black and fuchsia ensemble. I am sure it would make the skinny bitch in Swan Lake envious, but it's hard to watch TV when your barfing in the toilet.
It was agreed on Facebook that the tutu was fabulous! "Wouldn't it be fun to wear a tutu"? I asked. Oh yes, we all agreed.
Then with vino in hand, I set my tutu fate. "I'll enter the old car in the Bear Paw Parade and we can all walk along wearing tutus"!

Fast forward eight weeks.
15 yards of tulle
1 Bedazzler and 300 cheap rhinestones
1959 Lincoln
7 children
4 moms
480 pinwheels

If I am going to walk a mile in a parade with a good 3,000 people watching it might as well be for a good cause. So I bought the pinwheels for the national Child Abuse Awareness Center.

Day of.
What the hell! I should never be held too what is written on Facebook while drinking wine. That is wrong, just wrong. I am an overweight, five foot nothing girl, now swathed in tulle and sparkles. Nothing good can come of this. Nothing at all.

But what a rockin fun day!

Livin the good life.

It occurred to John and I this last weekend that we are living the life that most Americans want for their dream vacation. That somewhere in New Jersey a fat guy in an ill fitting dress shirt is pining away for the day he retires. Until then, he boldly peruses the internet when the boss is out, looking at Alaskan fishing lodges, bears eating salmon, whales fluking and in general, all the amazing things that we, right now are experiencing.
Our hope is that our children realize how amazing their life is.

shrimp, PWS style

lunch break
Cepholapods rock! And eat our shrimpDaddy break.

Living the American dream.

A horse of course.

So, those in the know are aware that Jack hasn't done so spectacular at group sports. Indoor soccer this winter was a disaster of epic proportions and left me dreading Saturday mornings. There were melt downs, tantrums and refusal to play, even though he played really well. The noise, general chaos and bright lights were a catalyst that could not be stopped.
Now that Jack has been diagnosed with Aspbergers, it all makes sense now.
But,it didn't make things easier.
He wants to be involved with other kids and participate in sports to "get out there". So, when he said he wanted to ride a horse, well, I jumped on it. Why hadn't I thought of that! I was about 60% sure he would hate it. The kid doesn't really like our family dog. Why would he take to a 1,000 pound beast with big teeth. But, it was worth a shot.
His first lesson was today.

Upon meeting Deshka, Ms.Laurie let Jack brush her and clean out her hooves. I think this builds trust with the horse and the little rider.
Then Ms.Laurie showed him how to walk Deshka and Jack got to walk her around by himself. He was not supposed to turn and look at her while walking and he looked straight ahead the entire time. Rules are rules.
The main event. Up he went on a special soft saddle. This allows the kids to feel more of the horse and the way it moves. Jack had so much fun and really seemed to take the giant beast and all that riding entails. This includes.

Cleaning up the stable for Deshka. A small thank you for being such a gentle and kind horse.
Thank you Deshka and Ms. Laurie. What a great morning!

Wake up Wisconsin!

Calling all union members of Wisconsin. Wake up! What the hell do you think you are doing? Do you really think this is the time to strike?
I am sorry to hurt your feelings, but I don't give a shit if you lose your "collective bargaining".

Your state, the great State of Wisconsin is hurting and you are contributing to it's pain. Did you not hear that Wisconsin has a 3.6 Billion dollar shortfall? Do you not care, that the union can help? You can stand together as Union Members and say "We care about our State, We care about our neighbors and our communities".
Are you so selfish that you do not care about your State, how about your Country. All eyes are on the Wisconsin Union members. And let me tell you, what we see is shameless and self centered.

My husband works hard for his employer and has done so for 15 years. He does not have collective bargaining. He gives the maximum to his 401K and he pays thousands of dollars every year so that his family can have health coverage. It is not the best. But we do not complain. We are thankful for what we have. We don't whine or snivel and demand more. We take the benefits as they come and make do. We pay our way and do not depend on the backs of our neighbors to make our fiscal lives better.

Wake up Wisconsin Union members. There are 13.9 MILLION Americans that do not have jobs. They will glady take your place, sans collective bargaining. They will willingly pay half into their pensions and 12.6 into their healthcare. They want to feed their families, pay their rent and put gas in their cars.

May I suggest you get your sniveling asses back to work on Tuesday and count your blessings you still have jobs. Because that, is the American way.

Cancer Sucks!

Not sure if I can remove the blog Dishaliscious from my reads.

The writer, Stephanie Green, a spicy Jewish girl with a bad case of cancer who wasn't afraid to tell how she felt or show off her scars. I found this blog through the highway, byway and a side street of the internet. Six degrees of separation as we use to know it, is no more.

When I started reading, I had no idea she had breast cancer. Then I read more, looked further back. I was a voyeur into a woman's past and was interested in her future. An upper class broad living in Miami, a published writer and author. A woman who knew her way around Sak's and Barney's, but could still fling the F'word around like a sailor writing his memoirs.

She became sick with cancer treatments. Her boobies as she called them had already been taken by a double mastectomy at the age of 32. She had new boobies installed and they looked fab. This I had found out by reading more.

When she became to weak to continue her daily blog she recommended that readers hook up with her on Facebook. So I did. Only this was more personnel. After time went on, more treatments, puking, family friends helping, the death of her beloved Wally Dog. Pictures of her crying while holding him, before he was put down.
I felt more like an intruder. Should I really be reading this, am I still welcome? A complete stranger from Alaska, looking through the window at a person in pain. Suffering, but still writing some really funny stuff.

Wally taking a poop in the middle of The Drake Hotel lobby had me laughing so hard I had tears. Buying Chanel rainboots in New York, who new they even made them? Or talking to her doctors while high on Xanax and Marinol. She left nothing out and often times nothing to the imagination.

On occasion she would comment on my Facebook. Usually towards one of my posts relating to something absurd I had seen or how someone could possibly wear that shade of yellow with that bright a lilac and what the hell happened to Isaac Mizrahi? Target,really?

So, I kept reading. I was a follower of someone I would probably never meet. But still I read. And, I cried when her dog died and laughed when she wrote about the Tranny at the Quick Mart and Jersey Shore taking over her building last summer for filming.
She became a part of my life. A daily cyber interaction, that was mostly one sided. But still viable.

I didn't know her. I had never met her. I will miss her.

Stephanie Green's cancer came back at age 35. Again. This time she died. 01/09/2011

Ooops!

Don't you just hate it when that happens?



Thanks to Tony Lara for taking such great pics.

How can she walk among us?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhcDh0-_5m4

While the president prayed for peace, Sarah Palin decided to spread more hatred and blamed the media for her problems.
How twisted can a person be? One whopping minute of "this great nation" "mourn for the victims families", "loss of an innocent" "deranged gunman".
BUT wait, there are six minutes of.....
Ronald Regan quotes. Bashing talk radio. Speaking of "manufacturing a blood libel".
All I am hearing is ME,ME,ME! In a whining, condescending, lip smacking way, only a teleprompter reading Sarah Palin can do.
Somebody give this pathetic woman a Scooby snack and tell her to shut the hell up!
The facts are very clear and all the glossy "this great nation" fluff she adds to every sentence uttered from her oddly shellacked lips doesn't change that.

When you put a woman's name under a bulls eye and say "don't retreat,reload". It is an insinuation of violence, an aggressive act for all to see. An action that says, I don't care who you are, I don't care what you think.
Sarah Palin didn't pull the trigger, but she planted a seed of hate throughout our country that is palpable.