November 30, 2011

Lucky 13

I usually do pretty good on these Pew Quizezs, though I have been known to rush through them and miss one or two, from haste and inattention. Take the quiz here, then click over to the demographic breakdown and be very afraid of what it tells you.  I am embarrassed that women seem dumber than men, but not surprised that the older the and more educated the participant, the better they did.

Treadmill Dancing

My knee injury has me at physical therapy twice a week.  Everyone with limb or related joint injuries warms up on some sort of low impact apparatus; recumbent bike, elliptical, treadmill, the hand pedal machine, etc.  Lately I have been having trouble staying on the stationary bike.  There is something about the seat back angle, the placement of the control screen and my short legs that has me either slipping off the seat, or hitting my (sore) knees on the top hand grips.  I look like an idiot sliding down and scooting back up while trying to petal, but I am trying to take this seriously and do as I am instructed.

This lady puts run of the (tread)mill exercisers to shame.  She is Nicole Harris of El Paso, Texas, so the home state connection ratchets up the coolness factor.  Her smooth treadmill dancing moves are garnering her a bit of attention.

November 29, 2011

A vast right wing conspiracy

The vast right wing conspiracy made famous by Hillary is intended to characterize the collaborative effort of Republican entities to further their conservative agenda and expose (or manufacture, depending on where you stand on the issue) the shortcomings, crimes and dalliances of Democrats...right?

It seems to me that the more vast and right wing conspiracy happening today is that of the Republican party trying to secure the nomination of Mitt Romney.

Herman Cain stirred up a groundswell of support.  Raised a pile of money.  Won straw polls.  Then some women started making some accusations.  His campaign handled it badly.  Very badly.  The RNC and any other number of conservative groups have spin doctors that could have fixed that situation before it ever became an issue. I'm not arguing the morality or the truth - I am simply saying that if the RNC was really interested in supporting a candidate that showed every indication of being able to beat Blowie, they could have thrown Cain a bone.

Now another woman has come forward and, while his campaign clearly had warning and launched a pre-emptive strike, Cain and company are still going it alone, in terms of party support.

Maybe Cain should consult with Gary Johnson about how to deal with the RNC cold shoulder

Even the 'Shadow' Republican party's major players (Rove's American Crossroads and Crossroads GPS, American Action Network)  endorse Romney without saying so.  Review the policy issues and press releases of these groups, see whose platform they most closely relate to, whose they clearly don't support.

If things keep trending in Gingrich's favor, be prepared for the RNC to flip flop as quick as their current favorite candidate. 

I am a firm believer in making your voice heard through your vote, but I have held my nose and voted, I have picked the lesser of two evils, I have picked the guy who didn't have a prayer.  Romney as a candidate isn't even worth leaving the house for.

November 28, 2011

Barney Frank is packing it in

Oh yeah, he is also retiring.

FOD - Koffler edition

Today's FOD post exclusively sourced from the immense and unparalleled Keith Koffler's White House Dossier.

Mr. Koffler notes that while Black Friday shoppers were out pepper spraying, being left for dead and shooting each other, Blowie managed to squeeze in his 30th golf round of the year (88th of his presidency).

Blowie followed up golf day with a Saturday schedule of playing hoops, then hopping on a helicopter to go watch a college hoops game.  Because there is nothing to cleanse the mental palette of its economic worries like some b-ball with people who don't dare foul you.

And, while many news outlets caught the omission of any mention of God in Blowie's Thanksgiving address, Koffler points out this embarrassing gaffe:
During his videotaped Thanksgiving address, President Obama proclaimed himself “commander and chief.” Take a look. Start at 2:36 on the tape if you want to skip forward to it.

And chief of what? Chief of Protocol?
Think you might be hearing it wrong? From the official White House transcript: “So today, I’m thankful to serve as your President and Commander-and-Chief.”
Ugh.  And while we are on the subject of Thanksgiving, Koffler provides a comment-free (but Lordy, count the fat and calories) list of what the Obamas feel is a healthy Thanksgiving dinner. 
Okay, I resisted the temptation to do one of those posts about how Michelle talks health eating and practices otherwise. I mean, it is Thanksgiving.
Here’s what they had.
Turkey, ham, cornbread stuffing, oyster stuffing, greens, macaroni and cheese, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole and dinner rolls. Dessert selections include banana cream pie, pumpkin pie, apple pie, sweet potato pie, huckleberry pie and cherry pie.
The Wookie should eat her macaroni and cheese with a side of crow.

November 27, 2011

Blessed Peace

Thank you, Lord, for the gifts bestowed upon my family this past week.  You do work in mysterious ways, and at times like these, I will gladly attribute the circumstances to your will and grace.

Aunt Em died last night.  Just over one year from the initial doctor visit that signaled a return of her cancer.  I remember that it was last Thanksgiving, she had just arrived and was unpacking her pistachio salad and spinach dip, when my mom asked how her check up went.  She just shook her head and said, 'Not good'. 

There is, of course, a considerable back story about her jackass of a son and his wife, and how they acted and treated Aunt Em these past months.  I will write that post some day soon - I think my heart will need the cartharsis.  Today isn't that day, though. 

I am glad that I got to spend some time with Aunt Em while she was still alert.  We had tried to visit over the past month, but had been put off (another rant-worthy subject).  As selfish as it is, I am a little thankful that we didn't get the chance to see her again.  I prefer the memory of her frail and fragile, rather than bedridden and in pain.  I am also selfishly thankful that the hospice nurse was wrong, and that the end came before they expected.

There is peace in knowing that Aunt Em isn't in pain anymore.  Relief from the worry of when and how.  Faith that Uncle Mo will find joy in living, knowing that she wished it so.  Still, there are miles to go before the tears don't flow so readily, before remembering the beauty of her life outweighs the pain of her death.  Rest in peace, Aunt Em.

November 26, 2011

We need a moral revolution

I have never studied psychology, sociology or criminology.  Maybe time spent in those disciplines would reveal obvious answers to my confusion about how our nation has come to this low point in our moral decline.   

Despite centuries of progress in communication, technology and supposed improvement in every little facet of our lives, it seems that our society is becoming more and more lawless, crass and violent.

I am most confused by the apparent erosion of a clear sense of what is right and wrong.  I imagine there has always been the sense-of-entitlement crowd, those who think the law and common decency doesn't apply to them because of their wealth or status.  That isn't what I am talking about, though their numbers seem to grow exponentially each generation.

What I am trying to get a handle on are the true degenerates.  America seems to be filled with abusers, rapists, murderers, thieves, liars, cheats.  It really wasn't that long ago that you could leave your doors unlocked, let your children explore and play unattended - blocks from home, give a stranger a ride, hire a worker without a background check.  What changed?

I have often wondered if it is the saturation of media in our society.  Is it copy cat crime snowballing over years and decades?  When children grow up hearing about all of these acts, are a greater number of them likely to commit a similar crime?  How else could our society get to this point?

One of the morning-after articles about Black Friday violence said this,
In what seems to be a burgeoning Black Friday tradition, reports of violence erupted throughout the country.
A burgeoning tradition?  People are going shopping with pepper spray and firearms.  Where does that mentality come from?  And don't you dare blame it on guns.  I would argue that the glory days of American expansion westward, when men wore their guns on their hips, was one of the last times that there were still clear moral guidelines about what was right and wrong.  Yes, there was crime and lawlessness, but criminals knew they were criminals and even celebrated the notoriety.  But they were robbing banks, stagecoaches and trains.  They were rustling cattle.  They weren't buggering little boys, they weren't raping women and they weren't often murdering people in cold blood.  No one was walking into the general store and drawing their weapon if someone reached for the bolt of calico they wanted.  (There is the other consideration of the forms of punishment during those times and their effect on crime - I'll save that for another day).
The thought of the Wild West makes me wonder if societal mores are cyclical.  We went from the Wild West to the Roaring Twenties to Prohibition, The Depression and then the relatively moral uprightness of the 40's and 50's, prior to the sexual and drug infused revolution of the 60's and 70's.  Is there any hope of cycling back around to some basic common morality?  

November 25, 2011

Recovery day

We had a nice, low key, run of the mill Thanksgiving with immediate family yesterday.  Those that might normally join us went other directions this year (there is a rant in there, but I don't want to think about it right now).  Plenty of food, even more leftovers and a couple of nail biting football games to entertain.

Mr Harper worked for a bit in the morning, and I sent him to Walgreen's on his way home, as they had one of the kid's Christmas list items on sale.  That is as close as I will get to a brick and mortar retail outlet this weekend.  There is nothing I need bad enough to risk life, limb and sleep for a discount.  This is a prime example of the degeneration of our society through the lens of Wal-Mart on Black Friday. Warning! Around the :15 mark, you start to see a whole lot more of one shopper than you want to:

Does anyone really need a waffle maker that bad?

November 24, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving with bonus recipe

Here is a recipe that uses popcorn as a stuffing - imagine that. When I found this recipe, I thought it was perfect for people like me, who just are not sure how to tell when poultry is thoroughly cooked, but not dried out. Give this a try.

14-16 lb. Turkey
1-cup melted butter
1-cup dry stuffing mix (like Pepperidge Farm)
1-cup uncooked popcorn 
Salt and pepper to taste

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Brush chicken well with melted butter, then salt and pepper. Fill the cavity with the stuffing and popcorn. Place in baking pan with the neck end towards the back of the oven. Listen for the popping sounds. When the turkey's ass blows the oven door open, it's done.

And you thought I couldn't cook.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours - with a special thought and prayer to those who spend this holiday away from home in service to our country.  Thank you! 

November 23, 2011

The things my kids say in public...

...that will result in a visit from CPS.

The wide spread of ages among my kiddos (4, 8, 14 and 17) and the closeness of our family mean that the younger ones are sometimes exposed to things that they probably wouldn't be, otherwise.

Over the past couple of weeks, my kids have taken a liking to this song, which is featured in some upcoming movie.  It is a catchy little party anthem kind of song titled 'Young, Wild and Free'.  The radio edit is slightly cleaner than the official version, but the bridge stays the same with a repeated lyric of 'roll one, smoke one'.  It seemed benign until The Princess was singing it as she got out of the car at school last Friday morning. 

As everyone knows by now, Ben & Jerry's (I won't link, see if you can tell why) has a new flavor of ice cream titled 'Schweddy Balls'.  Boom and a friend were talking about which stores carried it, within earshot of the younger siblings.  Then, Ben and Jerry, their ownselves, were in town last week.  They had come to serve ice cream to the Occupy Dallas folks, but the occuidiots were evicted before the ice cream could be scooped, so B & J did some other personal appearance stuff around town that was covered by news outlets, and seen by my kids.

Cut to this afternoon, a grocery store crowded with Thanksgiving shoppers, and my 4-year old, whose eyes lit up as I turned down the frozen food aisle, in search of cinnamon ice cream to make hot buttered rum batter with.  I believe the count was two horrified older people and five or six snickering hipsters when Crash let loose with, "I want Schweddy Balls!  Mom, I said I want Schweddy Balls.  Schweddy Balls, Schweddy Balls, Schweddy Baaaaaallllls."

I try to remember that words are often just sounds for the younger kids.  They don't know that what they are saying is provocative in any way.  They do realize when they get a humored reaction, though they don't know why.

The Dachshund parted with the family jewels this morning.  After dropping him off at the vet's early this morning for the surgery, I was met at the door by Crash, who clearly had something on his mind.  'Mom, what are testicles?', he asked, pronouncing it something like 'tessaculls'.

When I explained, and also reiterated the correct pronunciation and a few other words that he might better recognize, he solemnly told me that the dog was getting his cut off.  'I know,' I said, 'it's so he can't be a daddy'.

Crash thought about that for a minute and asked, 'Can he be a mommy?'

Oh, child, if only it were that easy.

November 22, 2011

I'll drink to that

We were watching the news, hearing the daily OWS story, when Boom asked me what I would do to end the sense of entitlement that permeates the protestors.  My answer was: conscription.

In hindsight, I can't stand by that answer.  I think the military is a great way to teach skills, instill patriotism, educate.  On the other hand, I know and love a great many people that serve, or have honorably served, our country and I would never want to surround them with the sort of idiocy on display amongst the OWS set.  I hereby withdraw my mandatory military proposal.

Forcing them to provide for themselves is the answer, one way or another.  At this point, I think of the OWS folks like a fussy toddler that needs to be left to cry it out.  I've experienced my share of tantrums.  Bang earned that nickname by being a toddler headbanger when angered.  He had a constant Berber-patterned bruise on his forehead during his third year, from banging his head on the living room rug when he didn't get his way.  Those throwing tantrums want their way, no matter how pointless, and they want attention.  Ignore them and their demands and go on about your business.  Eventually they will tire and go home, and the adults will 'win'.

November 21, 2011

Obama's campaign discrimination - FOD

According to Blowie's re-election website (hell, no, I won't link) the following basketball players are going to play some sort of exhibition game to raise money for his campaign.  Either that, or this is his new jobs plan.

I will admit I am no big basketball fan, especially not to the point of being able to pick any of these people out of a crowd.  But, I am familiar, have a husband that is a sport's encyclopedia and know how to Google to fill in the gaps.  

Confirmed to play:

Ray Allen - Carmelo Anthony - Chris Bosh - Vince Carter - Tyson Chandler - Jamal Crawford - Kevin Durant - Baron Davis - Patrick Ewing - Derek Fisher - Rudy Gay - Blake Griffin - Tyler Hansbrough - Dwight Howard - Juwan Howard - Antawn Jamison - Dahntay Jones - Brandon Knight - Kevin Love - Jamal Mashburn - Cheryl Miller - Alonzo Mourning - Dikembe Mutombo - Chris Paul - Quentin Richardson - Doc Rivers - Steve Smith - Jerry Stackhouse - Amare Stoudemire - Tina Thompson - John Wall - Russell Westbrook

By my count that is TWO white boys and ONE half-white boy. TWO (black) women. Where's the diversity?

November 20, 2011

Take your daughter to a bar day

I took Boom to Billy Bob's last night.  If you aren't from around here, Billy Bob's is billed as the 'world's largest honky tonk', whatever the hell that implies.  It is a very large bar, with a decent-sized stage, huge dance floor, and an indoor rodeo arena, in the historic Fort Worth stockyards.  I think it was originally a barn, IIRC.  In recent years it has become more known locally for the top tier country music acts that it brings in each weekend.  Judging by last night's crowd, it is about one third meat market, one third tourists and the other third are those who came to hear the band.

We spent the evening in a private room, attending a charity dinner for a local organization.  I loathe those dinners.  Someone I know has appropriately dubbed these sort of events as 'dining for disease', joking that you could pick any ailment or condition and find a charity dinner for it, nearly any weekend of the year.

Last night wasn't so bad, it was a smallish group, by charity dinner standards.  We were still packed in, with ten people seated at each eight-top table.  Barbeque buffet, the caviar of Texas.  But even that was better than normal, since Cooper's is across the street and provided the main course.  There was entertainment and our guest of honor was a five-time Emmy Award-winning actress.  Best of all, each person got 2 drink coupons.  Since Boom is neither of age, nor very interested in partaking, I got four free drinks!

When our dinner was over, we decided to walk around the bar before heading home.  Boom hadn't ever been in anything more than a bar attached to a restaurant, so I had to explain that not every bar has a gift shop, museum quality displays and concierge-type service.  We looked around for a few minutes and could have stayed to watch the show (Jake Owen), but Boom observed that, 'Maybe this would seem more fun under the influence...', so we left.  To her credit, she had a bit of a headache, and the one thing Billy Bob's isn't is quiet.

I had reminisced on our way to the bar, that my friends and I used to quiz each other all the way down 35W, over the names and info on our fake IDs.  Those Billy Bob's bouncers were tough cookies when I was in high school.  My fake ID was someone's driver's license, a girl with similar hair and features, whose name, address and birth date I had committed to memory, in case I was questioned about it.  It was at Billy Bob's, circa 1987 or so, that the bouncer looked at my fake ID, looked me up and down, and asked me what my astrological sign was.  Crap!  Never saw that one coming.  Didn't get in the bar that night, even after, what I thought was, a great comeback about how my religious parents didn't believe in astrology, so I had never learned what my sign was.  

I was just a little disappointed that I didn't get carded last night, nor did the door man hesitate to believe that the 17-year old girl towering over me was my daughter.  I might have felt every year of my age, but it still felt good to walk across that threshold without being questioned.

November 19, 2011

I tripped and fell on it, doc

Someone finally went and published a picture book of all the things people get stuck up their culo.  I haven't seen the actual book, but it seems kind of odd that everything in the x-rays is in nearly the same exact position and at the same angle.  I am sure there are some anatomical details that a trained eye will pick up on to validate that these are actual x-rays of different people and their rear entry devices of choice. Clicking through the Amazon preview of the book, I found the disclaimer that isn't fully noted in the video story, phrases like 'we paired with a graphic artist' and 'creative license to add humor and flair'.  Oh well, it's still fun to laugh at people that put fireworks up their ass.

I tried and tried to find an embeddable commercial-free version of this video, to no avail.  Okay, I really didn't try that hard, I've got four kids, with beginning of Thanksgiving vacation-itis, clamoring for my attention.  One little click and no commercial will have to do for today.

It is not my day for finding good video.  This book story reminded me of a John Fox comedy bit from the 80's. This is all I could find, some guy who made a video of the show being played on his TV, complete with crappy audio and him laughing in the background.  I recommend turning up the volume and ignoring the video.  The part I was remembering starts at 5:50.  If you want to watch the whole thing, the first line can't be heard, it is 'two firemen are buttfucking in a smoke filled room'. NSFW, obviously.

November 18, 2011

Friday Floyd Fix

My dad and I loved to expose one another to new music.  There was a small window of opportunity between when I was old enough to appreciate good music and his death when I was 15, but we filled those few years with lots of time in the dark room, in his garage workshop and his grown up-toy-filled living room, always with music in the background - and foreground..  I remember he had a reel to reel tape player and he would make (giant) mix tapes for me.  Hours of music that he loved.  I would sit in his living room late at night, giant headphones on, watching those reels spin and listening to some great music.  Eagles Live (the 1980 album) was in heavy rotation one summer.  I loved listening to Simon & Garfunkel through the headphones.  It was rarely the radio cuts, my dad wanted me to hear the 'B' sides, the deep tracks.

I enjoy Pink Floyd's music.  These days I have a better appreciation for the notes and lyrics and appreciate listening and singing along with the more mainstream stuff.  There was many a day when Pink Floyd equated to tripping music, and I am sure that had something to do with my exposure to the album 'Ummagumma'.

'Several Species Of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together In A Cave And Grooving Together With A Pict' probably wins some award for longest song title.  Certainly it was one of the most provocative for its time.  It is less a song and more of a sound effects feature.  I didn't know until I was an adult, that the effects were all sounds made by Roger Waters.

Sometime shortly after discovering this Pink Floyd album, I was shipped off to Florida, New York to visit my father for a few weeks in the summer.  I took the cassette with me.  On our way home from the airport, dad needed to stop at the grocery store to pick something up.  I waited in the car, popped in the tape cued to the beginning of SSOSFAGTIACAGWAP and raised the volume.  I knew that there was enough lead time to get us down the street before the real noise started. 

Sure enough, dad got in, cranked the car and had just turned out onto the main road as the first sound effects started.  He checked to see if his windows were down and looked all around for the offending insects and animals making all that racket.

I don't remember exactly how the tape was revealed, but it probably had something to do with me laughing and giving away my part on the mystery.  My dad thought the song title and the sound was the strangest thing he had ever heard.  I pointed out that he had been listening to Culture Club when he picked me up at the airport.  'Yeah', he said, 'that Boy George is queer as a three dollar bill, but he sure can sing'.

November 17, 2011

Relocation Assistance

There is a saying in Texas; mess with the bull, you get the horns.

For reasons unknown to me, my favorite Mexicommiefornia boy is taking shots at me and my favorite Hill Country boy, breaking the Blownstar code and portraying me as an Obama supporter.  CD needs to get a job and quit spending so much time in his parent's basement on the computer:

This isn't really CD, it's Toejam
I really can't blame CD for lashing out, he's a great guy stuck in a bad place.  Problem is, it has been too long since he set foot on Texas soil and purged his body of the evils of the left coast.  Living there is toxic, the liberalism surrounds you and infects your thoughts.  We know you can't help it and have to strike out every once in awhile.

CD might be moving to Texas, and is planning a scouting trip to look into job prospects and such.  Any of you out there that can toss him a bone, I am sure he would appreciate it.  CD has mad skills.  I have provided some photographic resume material for any hiring managers out there:

CD has bartending skills

Foodservice skills, as well.  Poolside, no less.

Safety officer, miniature equipment operator, beer taster.

Sleep lab subject and barber college guinea pig

November 16, 2011

It sucks to be a grown up

I grew up never thinking twice about leaving the house with the dryer running.  Then I knew someone whose house burned down, because of a dryer fire.  I clean the lint trap religiously, but ever since that day, some 15 years ago, I have never left the house without first stopping the dryer.  The other day I had promised Boom that I would dry the basketball towels for her while she was at school, as the team had games two days in a row.  I forgot until just before it was time to pick up kids from school.  I really, really wanted to leave the dryer running, but I just couldn't do it, envisioning the headlines about the tragedy that struck the one time I wasn't cautious.

I frequently use a Crock Pot, leaving dinner bubbling away on the counter for hours during the day (with a mandatory clear space perimeter of 18 inches in every direction.  My mom just recently parted with the Crock Pot of my childhood - the one with a piece of Wonder Bread wrapper fused to the side from a too-close encounter years ago).  Occasionally I will leave something cooking in the oven if I leave the house for a short period of time.  I do not leave anything cooking on the stove.  Ever.  Sure, my grandmother did it.  My mom does it.  My aunts still do it.  Not me.  Doesn't matter if it is an electric or gas range, I just don't feel comfortable with it.

I am a bit of a fanatic about lamps now, as well.  We don't have anything other than a couple of desk and nightstand lamps in our house, but I always make sure they are off.  A few years ago, our neighbors across the street were in the habit of leaving an old torch lamp on in the garage.  One night their cat knocked it over, and their garage went up in flames.  (This is the fire that Boom slept through, even though the fire engine, blazing lights and sirens, parked right outside her bedroom window).

I have sleepless nights this time of year, when we first turn on the heater.  Those first few times that the heater kicks on and burns off the accumulation of dust from the summer, emitting that burnt smell, freaks me out.  I lay there wondering if that is all it is.  Or could there be a fire in the attic?  Thank goodness we have all electric, gas furnaces really cause anxiety for me.

My grandparents had a furnace in the basement, and a (third-degree burn inducing) metal floor grate on the main level that let the heat up into the house.  On cold mornings we would fight for a spot straddling it.  There is nothing more pleasant than your nightgown billowing out in a bell, as the heat wafts up, warming your nether regions!  I remember it with fondness and horror.  That thing could have killed someone.  We laugh about the grid-mark scars many of us have from rolling onto the searing-hot grate while sleeping on the floor.  Someone could have been seriously injured! 

It sucks to grow up and have a 'I knew somebody that ________' tragedy story for countless everyday occurrences.  For me it means stress, worry and a rigid checklist of things that must be marked off before I can leave the house or sleep at night.  If someone else leaves the dryer on or leaves a stew on the stove, I don't file it away as comforting knowledge that it can be done without a bad ending, I instead chalk it up to luck that nothing burnt down and nobody died.

I never used to worry about much more than where the party was at, or when payday was.  I was game for anything, danger be damned.  Bungee jumping?  You bet.  Bumper skiing?  Let's do it.  Drag racing in reverse.  It's on.  Good Lord, what have I become?

November 15, 2011

Stupid Parent Tricks v482

Saw the doc yesterday, expecting to hear that the MRI showed some torn cartilage or something.  My money was on lateral meniscus and arthroscopy.  Neither of those came out of his mouth.

Femur fracture. Can you believe it?

Apparently, the measly amounts of meniscus that I have left from two prior surgeries weren't enough to cushion the bone when I had my little soccer run in, and the bottom outside of the femur, the lateral condyle, cracked.

In a perfect world, I would have sought immediate medical attention, gotten the knee stabilized and been on crutches for 4-6 weeks and would have been fully recovered by now.  In reality, I went home, had limited mobility and extreme pain for a week or two which organically limited my movement.  Then as the knee got moderately better, I motored on with life and kept playing soccer, because I have some pride and didn't want to wimp out.

Now I have a stable, yet fragile fracture that I must baby by doing nothing with more impact than walking.  I get to go to torture physical therapy twice a week and have been told to expect a full recovery in 2-4 months.  Shit.  I almost wanted to ask if we could re-break it and get back on the 4-6 week plan.

I do feel slightly Bad Ass, knowing that I sucked it up and got on with life while I had a broken frickin' femur.  There is some full throttle family guilt-induced benefit coming to me.  I played 9 soccer games with a broken leg.  I carried my 4-year old and my 8-year old at some point every week since I broke it.  (They particularly like the 'carry me like I'm a sack of potatoes' thing on the way to bed).  I kicked some Kinect-game butt when we got an XBOX two weeks ago.  Paid for it the next day, but, hey - I had a broken leg!!!

Worse part is the psychological impact.  My knee has hurt like an SOB since I got the news.  I am trying hard to separate real physical pain from the mentally-affected pain that my brain says I must be in.  Perhaps I should retire to the couch with some bon-bons and reflect upon it for a while.

Did I mention that I got this diagnosis just as Mr Harper starts a 10 day vacation and is available to wait upon me hand and foot knee?

Boom's Flash Mob

We never did stuff like this when I was in school.  Boom is in there somewhere...

November 14, 2011

Trying not to tolerate a thief

Saturday night we had the rare occasion of being a family of four. Bang and The Princess were each/both on Scouting campouts, leaving the oldest and youngest at home.

We decided to try a fancy pizza restaurant that we had heard good things about. The food and service were okay. They serve the salad family style, and ours was delivered with a nice loaf of bread. The salad was supposed to serve four, but it was very modestly portioned. A few minutes later we found out that we had, in fact, been served another table's half-salad and baguette. The pizza was okay. Mr H and I split a balsamic chicken, spinach and feta, while Boom and Crash opted for fresh mozzarella and basil pesto.

The real story is what happened the next day.

Through an insignificant series of events, Mr H and I discovered that we had each walked out of the restaurant with a credit card receipt, which meant we had the copy with the tip and signature. Crap! I felt awful. I have been a server, Mr H is in the biz, I hated the thought that our server might be thinking we had stiffed her. We made plans to call the restaurant and drive over there, 18 miles, when they opened at 5 pm, to rectify the situation.

During the day, I logged onto my bank account and noticed that the server had gone ahead and closed out the credit card and had treated herself to a 15% tip. Now, I had tipped closer to 20%, but the fact remained that she committed credit card fraud. Crap!

Mr H called the restaurant as soon as they opened and played it cool, asking about the check and credit card receipt without mentioning that we had both copies. Fortunately for the server, she didn't go so far as to reprint the slip and forge a signature, she simply closed out the check and didn't turn in a credit card chit. The manager promptly credited our account and apologized profusely.

I still don't have a good feel for where to direct my wrath. It seems that the server was acting alone. But I have known restaurant managers that would condone that kind of thing. We made an honest mistake, but I still feel bad that we walked out with both receipts. As if the server wouldn't be a thief if it weren't for goofy people like me.

This morning, it still bothered me enough to email the corporate office. I suggested that they review their credit card auditing procedures. It is unconscionable that a server was allowed to check out without turning in the appropriate number of credit card receipts and that no one double checks the amounts. There could be rampant fraud and tip changing going on in that restaurant.

I still feel bad that we, in essence, didn't tip that girl. The conclusion that I want to stick with is; she blew it. Had she done the right thing and sucked it up (for 24 hours), she would have gotten more than twice what she stole. Karma is a bitch.


The Republicans are on TV all the time debating, and providing fodder for the late night hosts and SNL. Let's not forget the walking, talking, breathing blooper occupying the White House.

November 13, 2011

Comic relief

I had never seen this guy, Paul Hunt, before.  This video is from 1988, so it stands to reason that I was completely self-absorbed at the time, spending most of my free time doing things other than watching TV.  It does remind me, though, that our nation used to have a much better sense of humor. 

November 12, 2011

Not a joke

This is the actual cover of Jerry Sandusky's autobiography.  I shit you not.

Here's the link to Amazon.

The scandal every moderate person is talking about

I disagree with the headline, 'The Scandal No One Is Talking About'.  But I agree with the content.  I'll give this reporter, Dan Gainor, a pass on the headline, since he did some journalistic research.

The scandal he thinks no one is talking about is how the MSM picks and chooses what stories to run, which to bury, which to beat to death.  Gainor throws out some intriguing, and validating, statistics.
We aren’t even two weeks into CainFest 2011 and the broadcast networks have done 117 stories on him. One-hundred and seventeen? That’s more than a small war would get.
Actually, it’s 58 times more than a small war has gotten. Obama ordered troops into Uganda in October, before the Cain allegations came out. CBS and NBC have each mentioned it once since then. ABC hasn’t mentioned it at all.
I must admit, I had no idea we had sent troops into Uganda.  Why did we do that?  Well, to fight the Lord's Resistance Army, of course.  And our troops might end up in South Sudan, the Congo and/or the Central African Republic while they are at it.  And that kinda dumbs down that big announcement that all of our troops are leaving Iraq, if you ask me.  Blowie the warmonger, doing it on the down low.

Back to the Gainor story.  He talks about shoddy coverage on the death of a border agent and the connection to Holder and Fast and Furious.  NBC and ABC didn't even bother to cover Holder's command performance in front of the Senate Judiciary Committee.

The MSM has covered the Solyndra scandal at a ratio of one story about the scandal to eight about Cain's situation.

While some of us sat here shaking our heads as MF Global imploded, fully recognizing Jon Corzine for what he is...
...not one story on ABC, CBS or NBC has mentioned that Corzine is a Democrat, was considered an Obama adviser and possible pick for a top spot in his administration.
I'm not surprised.  'D's seem to disappear from the end of people's names when they are involved in any sort of issue.  But, if it is a republican, the MSM will proclaim it loud and often.

November 11, 2011

Veteran's Day

That's my dad, getting what I think is an Air Medal during Vietnam.   I have that jacket he's wearing in the photo.  I have that medal, along with the rest, in a box.  My dad's been gone for 26 years now, and one of the things that I regret was that he didn't live long enough to tell me about his military experiences.  I probably cherish those remnants of his time in the Air Force more than he would, were he still alive.  What a messed up country we were, to treat our Vietnam veterans so shamefully.  God Bless every veteran.  Thank you for the freedom and the sacrifice.   

November 10, 2011

More Stupid Parent Tricks

After limping through most of the soccer season, I foolishly signed on for another season of soccer, with the stipulation that I would play until the doc said I shouldn't.  I finally got in to see my ortho doc last week.  Secretly, I was thinking he would bench me right off the bat and save me from hoofing it up and down that damn turf each week.

No such luck.  He gave me some Toradol to knock the swelling down and see how it felt while I was waiting for my MRI appointment, but didn't say I should take it easy.

I didn't want to let Boom down, and most of the other moms on the team have bailed out.  Chickens.  So, I have the mom guilt working, as well as the team guilt, since they are several players light this season.  Indoor soccer is a lot like hockey.  You sub in and out at will.  The more depth you have on the bench means that everyone can rest when they get winded.

It also resembles hockey in the brutality.  There are some mean heifers playing in the 'Take It Easy' league.  Typical of female sports, generally, when we knock into each other, we say 'sorry' in passing.  Whether we mean it or not is best considered on a case by case basis.

Yesterday morning I had my MRI and then last night was our first game of the season.  Early in the game I kinda boarded this lady.  I apologized, she was fine, the game went on.  Later I kicked a ball that narrowly missed her face.  I apologized again and said I hadn't been aiming for her.  A few minutes later I drilled the ball right as she stepped in front of me.  The ball nailed her pretty hard in the knee.  This time when I said 'sorry', she replied, 'If you were less sorry you would have more fun.'

I wasn't sure how to take that comment, but it was said with a smile, as if she was acknowledging that I wasn't trying to kill her.

Two minutes later she tripped me and I executed a beautiful ninja somersault, coming right back up to my feet.  She apologized, but I somehow think that she meant to get even.

In a cruel twist of irony, I limped through the game without significant additional injury to my knee - only to come home and pull a muscle in my back, wrestling my way out of a sport's bra.

November 9, 2011

Oakland Hypocrites

Protesters at an Occupy Oakland meeting Monday voted to deposit a $20,000 donation into a Wells Fargo account. The move comes just days after one of Wells Fargo’s branches was vandalized during a massive downtown demonstration.
I don't care if it was for 10 minutes or 10 years, how in the world do you expect to have any credibility, when one day you are protesting and vandalizing the greedy Wells Fargo bank and the next day you are establishing an account and making a $20k deposit?

Scrooge Obama

Paul beat me to it, you should read his colorfully phrased perspective.

Where in the hell are the tree hugging, crunchy granola environmentalists?
President Obama’s Agriculture Department today announced that it will impose a new 15-cent charge on all fresh Christmas trees—the Christmas Tree Tax—to support a new Federal program to improve the image and marketing of Christmas trees.
A tax to promote the death of trees.  The libs should be apoplectic at the thought.

Now, most smart people know that trees grown for paper and ornamental uses are a carefully planted, grown and harvested crop - not the careless destruction of natural resources.  But those aren't the people that sit in the forest banging a drum and crying over the death of trees (and voting for Obama).
To pay for the new Federal Christmas tree image improvement and marketing program, the Department of Agriculture imposed a 15-cent fee on all sales of fresh Christmas trees by sellers of more than 500 trees per year (7 CFR 1214.52).  And, of course, the Christmas tree sellers are free to pass along the 15-cent Federal fee to consumers who buy their Christmas trees.
Merry Freakin' Christmas, America.  Just in time for the holidays, another tax federally mandated 'marketing' program.
Acting Administrator Shipman had the temerity to say the 15-cent mandatory Christmas tree fee “is not a tax nor does it yield revenue for the Federal government” (76 CFR 69102).  The Federal government mandates that the Christmas tree sellers pay the 15-cents per tree, whether they want to or not.  The Federal government directs that the revenue generated by the 15-cent fee goes to the Board appointed by the Secretary of Agriculture to carry out the Christmas tree program established by the Secretary of Agriculture.  Mr. President, that’s a new 15-cent tax to pay for a Federal program to improve the image and marketing of Christmas trees.
I think it is telling, as well, that the gummint is freely calling it a 'Christmas Tree Fee', not a 'Holiday Tree Fee' or 'Winter Tree Fee', but they are freely equating the item with a Christian holiday.  Isn't that discriminatory?  Can I go to the local corner tree purveyor and sign a declaration that I am simply desiring to purchase a cut fir tree and avoid the 'Christmas Tree Fee'? 

FUBHO, for piling on at the time of year that is usually a budget struggle for people, even in good times.  FUBHO for finding a way to tax a centuries old tradition.  FUBHO for breathing.

November 8, 2011

The unChristian-like behavior of devout Christians

Can someone put a name to, or explain to me, why those who proclaim the loudest and most fervently to be Christian people are most often those who display the biggest departure from Christian values?

Boom is the manager for the boy's varsity basketball team at her school.  Her duties include laundering sweaty towels, compiling stats, keeping the scorebook at games, manning the clock and possession arrow, and cleaning up after the game.  While we would normally support the school anyway, Boom's non-driving status ups our attendance percentage to nearly 100%.

Over the past three years, and last night in particular, I have noted that the Christian and Parochial school opponents bring with them the worst displays of ugliness.  Pride, anger, foul language, abusive coaches, loud mouthed parents.  The more exclusive and religious the school, the worse the behavior.

Last night, the opposing team's girl's varsity coach was given a technical foul early in the game.  By half time, the referee had walked over to the sideline, pointed to the chair holding his own coat, duffle bag and paperwork and told the offending coach, 'Just set my stuff on the ground and then sit down and shut up and don't get back up for the rest of the game'.

Fast forward to the boy's game.  The offensive coach from the girl's game is now in the crowd, yelling insults at the officials. Early in the second quarter, he uttered some insult which stopped the ref in his tracks.  The ref blew the whistle, turned to address the opposing team's crowd and said, 'I don't know who said it, but you need to leave.'

The crowd played dumb and didn't move.  'Fine,' said the ref, 'If you won't go, your coach will.' And he headed to the bench to eject the coach.

At this point, the crowd erupted with volunteers to leave, led by a woman.  The official pointed out that it wasn't a female voice, so her offer made no impact.  Our team's coaching staff was trying to negotiate and get on with the game, while the opposing team's coach was prancing around at half court, making a big show and shouting that he would just leave.

Ultimately, I think three men, including the actual offender, left the gym and the game proceeded.  Boom said that the opposing team's parent-volunteer score keeper turned to her and sheepishly mentioned how embarrassed he was.

As you can imagine, this incident did little to subdue the fine Christian folks from the school with 'Calvary'  in their name.  Insults were hurled from across the stands. The very loud-voiced coach could be heard giving less than sportsmanlike instructions to his team about fouling.  At half time, one of the officials took an extended potty break.  Bearing in mind that this was the fourth game in a row and that these guys had been on their feet since 4:00 (it was now 9:15), I don't think that the slight delay at half time was worth the Billy Graham-worthy round of applause that erupted on the other side of the gym when the ref emerged from the restroom.

The game continued with the Calvary crowd reacting to every point as if this were a world championship game, not the first district game of the season.  It went into overtime and they won by 3 points.  It was a great game, especially for those of us that appreciate close sporting contests.  For them I am sure that it has provided another way for those middle aged parents to excel vicariously through their children.  Isn't it sad that some people never grow up or achieve anything in their adult lives and have to pour all of their energy and emotions into the accomplishments of their offspring?

Our small academic-focused school is still behind the power curve on supporting our athletes.  One girl had made a sign for the boy she likes, which had already spurred me to make sure some signs were made for the rest of the team.  We play that Calvary team again next week, in their gym.  I think I will make a nice Bible-based sign for that game, something along the lines of...
These six things the LORD hates,
      Yes, seven are an abomination to Him:
      A proud look,
      A lying tongue,
      Hands that shed innocent blood,
      A heart that devises wicked plans,
      Feet that are swift in running to evil,
      A false witness who speaks lies,
      And one who sows discord among brethren.

FOD Tuesday

A little microphone-left-on gaffe to make you smile or cringe this Tuesday morning:
Microphones accidently left on after G20 meeting pick up private conversation between US, French presidents. Sarkozy admits he 'can't stand' Israeli premier. Obama: You're fed up with him? I have to deal with him every day!
Reported late and very little because:
...journalists present at the event were requested to sign an agreement to keep mum on the embarrassing comments. A Reuters reporter was among the journalists present and can confirm the veracity of the comments.
 A member of the media confirmed Monday that "there were discussions between journalists and they agreed not to publish the comments due to the sensitivity of the issue." 
He added that while it was annoying to have to refrain from publishing the information, the journalists are subject to precise rules of conduct.
Pardon me while I change my pants over the hysterical claim that journalists abide by any rules of conduct.

November 7, 2011


Another Monday, another FOD.  What is most disturbing and unusual about this particular FOD is the dearth of a meaty headline or picture to post of the oxygen-waster occupying the White House.

Blowie is heading out on an Asia-Pacific trip and leaving the domestic budget battle behind.  Meh.

What bothers me the most is that, somehow, somewhere, sometime, someone seems to have imparted some wisdom and convinced the speech-maker in chief to lay low.  Let the battling Republican hounds tear at each other's throats.  Let the media fixate on something else.  Let the occupiers occupy.

The current trend is focused elsewhere, and that sucks, because it won't result in a new president come next November.

November 6, 2011

I feel the earth move...

So, CD will probably think this is much ado about nothing, but we just don't have earthquakes in Texas very often. This is the first one I have ever felt (that I can remember).

I was sitting on the couch reading just before 11 pm and the first thing I noticed was a popping noise. One of the dogs was outside, and my first thought was, 'What the hell is that dog doing that is making that noise along the wall?'

About that time, the couch started to shake. Woody, our older Lab, likes to walk along the couch, scratching his side, and often hits it with a little force - so, I had a fleeting thought that he was walking along the back of the couch. This thought was instantly cast aside as I was looking right at him, sound asleep on the floor.

At that point, the popping sound was all around, it sounded like a small herd of small animals running across the porch and tapping at the windows. I glanced up and the ceiling fans were swaying, which finally got my brain to click into what was really happening, right as it stopped.

Boom was the only other person in the house that was awake, so I walked toward her room. Right as I got to her door, she called out that someone was knocking at her window and her blinds were shaking. She had a typical teenage reaction, thinking someone was trying to scare her at her window.

Boom's computer was still on, so we clicked around to news sites and Facebook, and quickly got validation that it was an earthquake and we weren't the only ones that felt it.

Apparently, there was another quake around 3:30 am, but I slept through that one.

My take away lesson is that I had a completely inappropriate response. Boom and I thought it was cool. When I called Mr Harper, who was out surprising some of his employees on the late night shift, he asked if I was scared. It never occurred to me to grab my kids and get outside or take any other evasive action. I thought it was exciting. Whoops.

November 5, 2011

The 53%

Denny posted a great photo of a soldier and his retort to the OWS idiots.  Here is my contribution for the day.  I have no idea who she is or where this picture came from (other than multiple posts on FB)  If you have more info on her, please let me know:

In case it is hard for you to make out, here is the text:

My husband worked on a drilling rig 12 hrs a day for 301 of 365 days last year in the heat + cold to provide for our family- The petroleum he helps produce created the INK for your protest signs, the STRINGS for your guitars, the contacts and glasses you need to watch your speakers, the ICE CHESTS that hold your organic milk, the black nail POLISH you are wearing, the rubber tires on your bikes and the soles of your protesting shoes, The TARPS + TENTS you are sleeping under, the CAMERAS you use to capture images of police brutality, and the port-o-cans you are demanding from the city. Even the microphones you use to condemn the evil oil companies, banks + corporations are made from petroleum. The pensions you expect contain 27% of oil stocks. So until you're willing to 
A.) Do my husband's job or
B.) Give up your iPhone for a goat + cotton tent - 
Go home you HYPOCRITES - WE ARE THE 53%

November 4, 2011

Holly Petraeus is a sell out

This morning in my email box, I had a lovely missive from VP Biden.  Signing up for that 'dinner with Blowie' contest has resulted in hours of entertainment, courtesy of White House email blasts.  This morning's email was titled 'Holly Petraeus gets it' and seems to be mostly a whine job about getting Blowie's nominee to the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau, one Rich Cordray, appointed.

The email drones on about how military members and college students aren't smart enough to make good financial decisions and need the CFPB to see that 'debt collectors, private student loan providers, and payday loan providers are properly supervised and that consumers are not put at risk of falling prey to the same kinds of abusive practices that helped cause the worst financial crisis since the Great Depression.'  Um, yeah, because it wasn't government forced programs and policies at Freddie and Fannie that had anything to do with that financial crisis.

I am quite used to this administration's continuous stream of babble about why 'we' should be doing one thing or another without them ever taking any responsibility or telling the truth about how we got here.  This email was no exception:
Republicans in Congress could be taking steps to grow the economy by passing the American Jobs Act. There is no reason why John Boehner should send his members home to their districts without passing a single measure President Obama has proposed to help put the country back on track. Nor is there any reason why the Senate should require 60 votes on these proposals. Republicans could be helping to ensure that every American family gets a tax cut. And Republicans should be working to protect consumers by confirming Rich Cordray.
I'll give you a minute to quit laughing...

So, what I am really torqued about is Holly Petraeus selling out to politics.  Rule number one as a military dependent, is that you don't wear your parent's or spouse's rank.  Sure, there is still protocol and respect for authority to take into account.  And there are those who abuse the privileges afforded by the rank of their sponsor.  Shilling for some bullshit agency that was created by the disastrous Dodd-Frank Act is embarrassing and devoid of integrity.  Especially when you allow statements like this:
Holly Petraeus is the daughter of a decorated general, wife of a four-star general, and mother of an Army soldier who served in Afghanistan.  I don't know if there's anyone who better understands what it means to be part of an American military family.
She just gets the stress and challenges that those who serve in uniform, as well as their loved ones, face.
GMAFB.  Holly's dear old dad was not only a general, but the superintendent of West Point while David Petraeus was attending.  The Petraeus' home of record is a New Hampshire property that Holly inherited.  Her 'Army soldier son' is an MIT graduate and also an officer.  Having lived on both sides of the Grand Canyon that separates enlisted and officers in the Army, I can tell you that I doubt Holly Petraeus, with her summa cum laude college education, flag officer dad and inheritance, has clue frickin' one, the stresses and challenges that are faced by the average person in uniform. 

If Holly Petraeus wants to help those in uniform, perhaps she could have a word or two with Joe or Barack and figure out why soldiers need food stamps to get by.  Figure out that skyrocketing soldier suicide rate.  Find ways to provide Veteran's benefits that were promised before those men and women risked their lives for our country.  Bring home the 250,000+ soldiers that are deployed to over 156 foreign countries.

Or she could just STFU.

November 3, 2011

Silver linings and Shiners

I am trying to find some balance with Boom.  It is her senior year of high school and I vacillate between being the iron fist and also wanting her to enjoy this last year of high school.

Boom is a procrastinator, giving Mr Harper a run for his money on title of head procrastinator.  It drives me nuts.  She has a major research project and paper that she could have worked on over the summer, but has put off and is just now really starting to work on it.  She has changed the topic question four or five times and it still isn't settled.  She'll be spending Thanksgiving break doing what she could have done during the dog days of the endless heat wave.

Boom still isn't driving and it pisses me off.  I can't believe it doesn't bother her more, the lack of freedom, the dependence on mom.  I can't believe I am still driving a 17-year old everywhere.

I know I should be more thankful for the kind of kid Boom isn't.  She isn't doing drugs.  She isn't drinking, despite my best efforts.  (We have offered her beer and wine with dinner at home, thinking she should at least get to know her limits before she heads off to college.  She declines.)  She isn't running around until all hours of the night.  She isn't failing any classes.

Still, I hear these words come out of my mouth sometimes, the words of some hard-assed nag, demanding that she do something better or different.  Her best friend (an only and late-in-life child, mind you) is prattling on about an impending Thanksgiving week vacation to Chile, a last family vacation before she graduates.  My kid has a slew of appointments and things set up for that week, since they are out of school.  I don't want to be one of those parents, the ones that are friends with their kids first and parents second.  But I do want Boom to have good memories of her youth, before work and responsibility suck the life out of her.

I think perhaps I should drink more and relax.  If she can't drive herself to college or flunks out before she even gets to that point, I'll still have her around to help with the chores.  Silver linings, that is what I should concentrate on.  Silver linings and Shiners.

November 2, 2011

More stupid than smart

The problem with our republic is that you never know who will bother to show up at the polls on voting day.  My little town learned that lesson last May, when what normally would have been a shoo-in re-election of the incumbents was rocked by the election of two no-name candidates, both with checkered criminal pasts.  How did that happen?  Well, less than 10% of the registered voters bothered to show up and cast a ballot.  The phrase I've heard most often was, 'Joe always gets re-elected, we didn't think there was any reason to go vote.'  Gah.

Colorado voters just rejected an education funding measure
Colorado voters turned down a citizen initiative to raise taxes by $2.9 billion for an education system that ranks 39th in the U.S. in spending per student.
Proposition 103, the only statewide tax vote on the ballot, failed 64-36 percent with 72 percent of the projected vote counted, the Associated Press said.
It should be noted that Colorado is widely regarded as being populated by 'smart' people:
A likely swing state in 2012, Colorado is a particularly interesting place to see which argument voters cotton to. Its population is well-educated, with more than one-third of residents older than 25 holding at least a bachelor’s degree.
So, a state of well-educated voters decided that throwing money at a problem wasn't the best way to fix the problem.  That is notable, especially when the measure was education funding.  'It's for the children' usually gets everyone's knickers in a twist.

My town gets hit every few months with the same contingent of six or seven older people who demand a property tax freeze for people over 65.  We toyed with the idea of putting it on the ballot, to let the collective populace decide the measure once and for all (or at least to shut people up for a few years).  The thought process being that 85% of the residents are young families with children who would not like the thought of taking on an increased tax burden, and would be smart enough to see the harm in passing a measure that can never legally be undone.  But, you never know who will bother to vote and some things are too important to be left to chance.

Judging by our current president and most of Congress, stupid shows up more often than smart.

November 1, 2011

Illegal Immigration Murder - updated

If I've said it once, I've said it a million times.  I am not anti-immigration.  I am anti-ILLEGAL immigration.  If you have entered this country illegally, then you have NONE of the rights afforded to American citizens.  Anyone who believes otherwise is an idiot.  That includes the Justice Department:
The government wants a judge to stop enforcement of the legislation, which requires that officers call federal immigration officials if they suspect someone is in the country illegally following a stop for something else, U.S. Attorney Bill Nettles told The Associated Press.
"The Department of Justice has many important tasks," Nettles said. "Two of those important tasks are the defense of the constitution and ensuring equality is afforded to all."
Saturday night a 10-year old girl went missing from the apartment she was visiting in Carrollton, Texas.  Her body was found on Sunday.  The details are just now coming together, but what is known is that she is dead.  She was stabbed in the chest and left in the bushes.  What seems apparent is that she was abducted and sexually assaulted by someone being labeled as a 'family friend' that was at the apartment but disappeared about the same time the child did.

As police wait on forensic evidence processing the 'family friend' is jailed on an immigration hold.  An illegal immigrant, who has been deported before.  Now, all signs point to an extended stay in our prison system, on the taxpayer's tab.  And a little girl is dead.  It makes my blood boil.

UPDATE:Police have arrested 23-year-old Jose Sifuentes for the stabbing death of Jasmen Gonzalez. They say Sifuentes knew the victim and is related to her by marriage.
During a news conference, police explained more about the evidence and damaging testimony that led to the arrest of Sifuentes.
Police said they recovered the weapon, a bloody knife from his black Lincoln Navigator.
Police said Sifuentes has been living in Carrollton for the last month, but is not a legal citizen of this country. Police also said he has been deported in the past and has a criminal record, but not a violent one.

I don't care why or how, if you are in our country illegally, you have no right to do anything but go back to your home country.  Get the fuck out of mine.  When you enter illegally, you clearly have no respect for the laws of our land.  Anyone that thinks we should afford you any courtesies, beyond an escort back to the border, is welcome to go with you.