Friday, April 13, 2007

My two cents worth...

First of all, let me say that I am not particularly a Don Imus fan. The Neanderthal looking man, married to a woman young enough to be his daughter, is too crude and raw for my taste, and I personally think he could benefit from a good haircut, bath and some new clothes! Sure he stuck his foot in his mouth, and should be reprimanded for his remarks, and apologize to those young ladies, but should he be fired for this, cmon' people.

Shame on you, CBS, for firing this man while you pay millions and millions and millions of dollars to rap artists whose filthy vermin infested words permeate our airwaves and are heard over and over again by our children. Their nasty, suggestive, violent lyrics are imbedded in innocent children's brains as they listen to these vile songs over and over again. I listened to a black woman on the news last night say that what the rappers do is "artistic expression." Artistic expression my ass, how dare that woman try to pass that filth off as artistic expression.

And that brings me to Al Sharpton and Jessie Jackson. Oh, what sorry excuses they are to our society and what a shameful disgrace they are to their race. There is no way that the intelligent black community that lives amongst us condones their reverse racist opinions. They look for ANY opportunity they can find to bring attention to themselves and rant on and on and on about the injustice done to the black race in our society when they could really benefit the black people by using their power to try and plant some seed of decency into these young black men's brains that they should be responsible for the women they impregnate and the children that are born to them, instead of abandoning them for a life filled with illegal drugs, violence and crime and expecting the government to take care of them.

But it's not just the black "leaders" that add fuel to this fire. Why is Hillary Clinton going to talk to these young women? Does she really feel the need to do this - of course not, she is doing it because it is politically correct. Of course Oprah jumped on the bandwagon yesterday, and why, because it was good for her ratings, that's why. And what about the nastiest, filthiest mouth of them all, Howard Stern. Why has he been allowed to stay on the airwaves for YEARS when he spouts obscenities of the worst kind daily. Could it be because his remarks are primarily directed at white women, and that makes it okay? And don't even get me started on that hypocritical, drug addicted Rush Limbaugh!

And who coined the "ho" phrase in the first place. It was the black community, that's who. They are the ones that started using that phrase, and they continue to use it, calling each other ho's, constantly. And do I think that's wrong - no, of course not, I actually think it's funny. So funny in fact that Jean and I have called each other the Hooterville and Heavensville Ho's for years now. My group of girlfriends in my condo complex call each other the Wolf Creek Ho's, and my good buddy V is affectionally known as the "Donut Ho." Shocking, for middle aged white women? I think not, it's just a part of our culture, and we are able to laugh at ourselves.

And that brings me to my final point, my own beloved little Maggie Moo with her nappy hair. Do I now have to worry that the ASPCA will come down on me for daring to talk about my Yorkie having nappy hair? That is just how ridiculous this whole thing is.

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Thursday, April 12, 2007

Poor pitiful me....

Me, who seldom gets sick, has a bug! Not one of those 24 hour things either, a full fledged virus. I don't have time for this, I have things to do. This sux, girlfriends! I feel so bad I didn't even check emails for a day...

All I do is sleep, and I ache and crave macaroni and cheese. Yep, Nish and I always say, we'll be on our deathbeds and still eating. ARughhhhhhhhhhhhh. And not just ANY mac and cheese either, it has to be Kraft Original, the Cheesiest. Thank goodness for hubby who makes it for me...

Back to bed.

Monday, April 9, 2007

Easter was ...... strange!

LC and I found ourselves alone this Easter. Lindsay's Dad was visiting them in Lexington, John and Tonia were building a fence for Oreo, hubby had to go to work at noon, and the weather was just horrid.

I got up, made us Easter brunch, then after he went to work, I gathered up the M&M's, tucked myself into bed for the afternoon and watched old Shirley Temple movies. Yep, I did, and it was actually fun!

Don't think I will want to spend every holiday doing this, but it worked yesterday.

I've been SO good lately, cutting out ALL the white stuff, but I made LC Nisha's strawberry angel food cake, so naturally I had a piece with him yesterday morning. WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!

I was starving all day, craving all the bad stuff. I'm off the white stuff for sure now. It wasn't pleasant. I'm back on track this morning, walked over a mile this afternoon. Feeling good...

All my fleurs are looking really pitiful. Heavensville suffered thru 25 degree nights, and it took it's toll. Better days ahead, though, and I'm back in the saddle on the walking track again...

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