Tonight we were sitting and relaxing, enjoying what passes for a calm moment in our patch of boy filled chaos when the phone rang.
Barely intelligible mumble: Hello, my name is "X", and I'm calling from (mumble) Research Group about milk and dairy products.
Me: Where?
"X": (Mumble) Research Group. Do you ever experience stomach upset?
Me: Only when I get unsolicited phone calls. Good night.
Click.
I do so love when caller ID says "Unknown Name, Unknown Number".
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Zing!!!
Posted by Mrs. "Smith" at 8:40 PM 9 comments
Monday, June 16, 2008
Sweet Liquid Sanity
I got passes for the local waterpark for me, Snake, and Moose today. It took a bite out of my pocketbook, but it was necessary. So we're going to be headed out at least once a week. The boys have had, and will be going to swimming lessons, so they have some water skills. Snake is the better swimmer and I'll be staying close to Moose the whole time, so we should have a good time when we go.
The only issue I have is that parking is not included in the season pass, and we can't bring food in. I'm going to have to invest in a large bag, something big enough for towels...and sandwiches under the towel, fruit gummies, bananas, and a HUGE bottle of water. If I go with a friend of mine we can split the parking fee.
I know we're in a drought, and I'm doing my darnedest to save water, so I won't feel guilty about this. With my boys the feelings of calm and sanity are fleeting. While it's true money can't buy you love, it can buy waterpark passes and sunscreen. I'm looking forward to the liquid sanity.
I'll bet you were thinking I was going to post about something else! ;)
Posted by Mrs. "Smith" at 9:56 PM 1 comments
Friday, June 13, 2008
What A Stand-Up Guy - NOT!
And this is a guy who spouts "family values"? This is the "man" the republitards, (sorry, honey), want for president? Sounds like a great guy to me.
The wife U.S. Republican John McCain callously left behind
By Sharon Churcher
Last updated at 1:45 AM on 08th June 2008
Now that Hillary Clinton has at last formally withdrawn from the race for the White House, the eyes of America and the world will focus on Barack Obama and his Republican rival Senator John McCain.
While Obama will surely press his credentials as the embodiment of the American dream – a handsome, charismatic young black man who was raised on food stamps by a single mother and who represents his country’s future – McCain will present himself as a selfless, principled war hero whose campaign represents not so much a battle for the presidency of the United States, but a crusade to rescue the nation’s tarnished reputation.
McCain likes to illustrate his moral fibre by referring to his five years as a prisoner-of-war in Vietnam. And to demonstrate his commitment to family values, the 71-year-old former US Navy pilot pays warm tribute to his beautiful blonde wife, Cindy, with whom he has four children.
But there is another Mrs McCain who casts a ghostly shadow over the Senator’s presidential campaign. She is seldom seen and rarely written about, despite being mother to McCain’s three eldest children.
And yet, had events turned out differently, it would be she, rather than Cindy, who would be vying to be First Lady. She is McCain’s first wife, Carol, who was a famous beauty and a successful swimwear model when they married in 1965.
She was the woman McCain dreamed of during his long incarceration and torture in Vietnam’s infamous ‘Hanoi Hilton’ prison and the woman who faithfully stayed at home looking after the children and waiting anxiously for news.
But when McCain returned to America in 1973 to a fanfare of publicity and a handshake from Richard Nixon, he discovered his wife had been disfigured in a terrible car crash three years earlier. Her car had skidded on icy roads into a telegraph pole on Christmas Eve, 1969. Her pelvis and one arm were shattered by the impact and she suffered massive internal injuries.
When Carol was discharged from hospital after six months of life-saving surgery, the prognosis was bleak. In order to save her legs, surgeonshad been forced to cut away huge sections of shattered bone, taking with it her tall, willowy figure. She was confined to a wheelchair and was forced to use a catheter.
Through sheer hard work, Carol learned to walk again. But when John McCain came home from Vietnam, she had gained a lot of weight and bore little resemblance to her old self.
Today, she stands at just 5ft4in and still walks awkwardly, with a pronounced limp. Her body is held together by screws and metal plates and, at 70, her face is worn by wrinkles that speak of decades of silent suffering.
For nearly 30 years, Carol has maintained a dignified silence about the accident, McCain and their divorce. But last week at the bungalow where she now lives at Virginia Beach, a faded seaside resort 200 miles south of Washington, she told The Mail on Sunday how McCain divorced her in 1980 and married Cindy, 18 years his junior and the heir to an Arizona brewing fortune, just one month later.
Carol insists she remains on good terms with her ex-husband, who agreed as part of their divorce settlement to pay her medical costs for life. ‘I have no bitterness,’she says. ‘My accident is well recorded. I had 23 operations, I am five inches shorter than I used to be and I was in hospital for six months. It was just awful, but it wasn’t the reason for my divorce.‘My marriage ended because John McCain didn’t want to be 40, he wanted to be 25. You know that happens...it just does.’
Some of McCain’s acquaintances are less forgiving, however. They portray the politician as a self-centred womaniser who effectively abandoned his crippled wife to ‘play the field’. They accuse him of finally settling on Cindy, a former rodeo beauty queen, for financial reasons.
McCain was then earning little more than £25,000 a year as a naval officer, while his new father-in-law, Jim Hensley, was a multi-millionaire who had impeccable political connections.
He first met Carol in the Fifties while he was at the US Naval Academy in Annapolis. He was a privileged, but rebellious scion of one of America’s most distinguished military dynasties – his father and grandfather were both admirals.
But setting out to have a good time, the young McCain hung out with a group of young officers who called themselves the ‘Bad Bunch’.
His primary interest was women and his conquests ranged from a knife-wielding floozy nicknamed ‘Marie, the Flame of Florida’ to a tobacco heiress.
Carol fell into his fast-living world by accident. She escaped a poor upbringing in Philadelphia to become a successful model, married an Annapolis classmate of McCain’s and had two children – Douglas and Andrew – before renewing what one acquaintance calls ‘an old flirtation’ with McCain.
It seems clear she was bowled over by McCain’s attention at a time when he was becoming bored with his playboy lifestyle.
‘He was 28 and ready to settle down and he loved Carol’s children,’ recalled another Annapolis graduate, Robert Timberg, who wrote The Nightingale’s Song, a bestselling biography of McCain and four other graduates of the academy.
The couple married and McCain adopted Carol’s sons. Their daughter, Sidney, was born a year later, but domesticity was clearly beginning to bore McCain – the couple were regarded as ‘fixtures on the party circuit’ before McCain requested combat duty in Vietnam at the end of 1966.
He was assigned as a bomber pilot on an aircraft carrier in the Gulf of Tonkin.
What follows is the stuff of the McCain legend. He was shot down over Hanoi in October 1967 on his 23rd mission over North Vietnam and was badly beaten by an angry mob when he was pulled, half-drowned from a lake.
Over the next five-and-a-half years in the notorious Hoa Loa Prison he was regularly tortured and mistreated.
It was in 1969 that Carol went to spend the Christmas holiday – her third without McCain – at her parents’ home. After dinner, she left to drop off some presents at a friend’s house.
It wasn’t until some hours later that she was discovered, alone and in terrible pain, next to the wreckage of her car. She had been hurled through the windscreen.
After her first series of life-saving operations, Carol was told she may never walk again, but when doctors said they would try to get word to McCain about her injuries, she refused, insisting: ‘He’s got enough problems, I don’t want to tell him.’
H. Ross Perot, a billionaire Texas businessman, future presidential candidate and advocate of prisoners of war, paid for her medical care.
When McCain – his hair turned prematurely white and his body reduced to little more than a skeleton – was released in March 1973, he told reporters he was overjoyed to see Carol again.
But friends say privately he was ‘appalled’ by the change in her appearance. At first, though, he was kind, assuring her: ‘I don’t look so good myself. It’s fine.’
He bought her a bungalow near the sea in Florida and another former PoW helped him to build a railing so she could pull herself over the dunes to the water.
‘I thought, of course, we would live happily ever after,’ says Carol. But as a war hero, McCain was moving in ever-more elevated circles.
Through Ross Perot, he met Ronald Reagan, then Governor of California. A sympathetic Nancy Reagan took Carol under her wing.
But already the McCains’ marriage had begun to fray. ‘John started carousing and running around with women,’ said Robert Timberg.
McCain has acknowledged that he had girlfriends during this time, without going into details. Some friends blame his dissatisfaction with Carol, but others give some credence to her theory of a mid-life crisis.
He was also fiercely ambitious, but it was clear he would never become an admiral like his illustrious father and grandfather and his thoughts were turning to politics.
In 1979 – while still married to Carol – he met Cindy at a cocktail party in Hawaii. Over the next six months he pursued her, flying around the country to see her. Then he began to push to end his marriage.
Carol and her children were devastated. ‘It was a complete surprise,’ says Nancy Reynolds, a former Reagan aide.
‘They never displayed any difficulties between themselves. I know the Reagans were quite shocked because they loved and respected both Carol and John.’
Another friend added: ‘Carol didn’t fight him. She felt her infirmity made her an impediment to him. She justified his actions because of all he had gone through. She used to say, “He just wants to make up for lost time.”’
Indeed, to many in their circle the saddest part of the break-up was Carol’s decision to resign herself to losing a man she says she still adores.
Friends confirm she has remained friends with McCain and backed him in all his campaigns. ‘He was very generous to her in the divorce but of course he could afford to be, since he was marrying Cindy,’ one observed.
McCain transferred the Florida beach house to Carol and gave her the right to live in their jointly-owned townhouse in the Washington suburb of Alexandria. He also agreed to pay her alimony and child support.
A former neighbour says she subsequently sold up in Florida and Washington and moved in 2003 to Virginia Beach. He said: ‘My impression was that she found the new place easier to manage as she still has some difficulties walking.’
Meanwhile McCain moved to Arizona with his new bride immediately after their 1980 marriage. There, his new father-in-law gave him a job and introduced him to local businessmen and political powerbrokers who would smooth his passage to Washington via the House of Representatives and Senate.
And yet despite his popularity as a politician, there are those who won’t forget his treatment of his first wife.
Ted Sampley, who fought with US Special Forces in Vietnam and is now a leading campaigner for veterans’ rights, said: ‘I have been following John McCain’s career for nearly 20 years. I know him personally. There is something wrong with this guy and let me tell you what it is – deceit.
‘When he came home and saw that Carol was not the beauty he left behind, he started running around on her almost right away. Everybody around him knew it.
‘Eventually he met Cindy and she was young and beautiful and very wealthy. At that point McCain just dumped Carol for something he thought was better.
‘This is a guy who makes such a big deal about his character. He has no character. He is a fake. If there was any character in that first marriage, it all belonged to Carol.’
One old friend of the McCains said: ‘Carol always insists she is not bitter, but I think that’s a defence mechanism. She also feels deeply in his debt because in return for her agreement to a divorce, he promised to pay for her medical care for the rest of her life.’
Carol remained resolutely loyal as McCain’s political star rose. She says she agreed to talk to The Mail on Sunday only because she wanted to publicise her support for the man who abandoned her.
Indeed, the old Mercedes that she uses to run errands displays both a disabled badge and a sticker encouraging people to vote for her ex-husband. ‘He’s a good guy,’ she assured us. ‘We are still good friends. He is the best man for president.’
But Ross Perot, who paid her medical bills all those years ago, now believes that both Carol McCain and the American people have been taken in by a man who is unusually slick and cruel – even by the standards of modern politics.
‘McCain is the classic opportunist. He’s always reaching for attention and glory,’ he said.
‘After he came home, Carol walked with a limp. So he threw her over for a poster girl with big money from Arizona. And the rest is history.’
Posted by Mrs. "Smith" at 10:05 PM 1 comments
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Blarg
I hate being a parent today. I despise every crotch fruit I have seen today and do not want to be around anyone under 25 right now. I'm going to take a bath now.
Posted by Mrs. "Smith" at 7:52 PM 3 comments
Monday, June 9, 2008
Thank You, Mom!
Your corruption was thoroughly and completely done. Now you take it and call me with your results.
Anyone else who wants to can tell me what they got.
Your Inner European is Russian! |
Mysterious and exotic. You've got a great balance of danger and allure. |
Posted by Mrs. "Smith" at 10:02 PM 3 comments
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
I TOLD YOU!!!
Anyone remember the S.F. Zoo tiger attack? Check this out:
SAN FRANCISCO -- The San Francisco Medical Examiner says a teenager who was killed by an escaped tiger at the zoo had marijuana and alcohol in his system at the time. The toxicology report released Monday was included with an autopsy that concluded "blunt force injuries of the head and neck" killed 17-year-old Carlos Sousa Jr. Sousa had 6.6 ng/mL of Delta-9 THC, the active ingredient in marijuana, according to the report. The average person's level of Delta-9 THC decreases to less than 5 ng/mL about two hours after smoking, however that level varies from person to person depending on factors such as the strength of the marijuana and whether or not the person is a frequent user. Sousa's blood-alcohol, or ethanol level, was 0.04 percent, according to the report. Steve Gelman, medical examiner's office administrator, said Tuesday the results indicate that Sousa had recent exposure to marijuana and alcohol, but that he couldn't determine whether there was any level of impairment at the time of the attack. Sousa's two friends also were seriously injured when a 250-pound Siberian tiger escaped its enclosure at San Francisco Zoo on Christmas Day. Sousa's family has filed a negligence claim against the city as a precursor to a lawsuit. After the teen's death, it was revealed that the wall surrounding the tiger's enclosure was 4 feet lower than recommended industry standards. Michael Cardoza, a lawyer for the Sousa family, says "it's totally irrelevant" to the case whether the teen was drinking or smoking pot before the fatal mauling.
How the lawyer could say that it's irrelevant that doofus was smoking pot and drinking is mind boggling. You see, I was a stupid teenager. I remember how stupid I got when I smoked pot...at least I sort of do. Get the point? The asshole got what he invited upon himself.
The tiger is still removed from a very small gene pool. The dead kid is out of the gene pool. Now, if we could figure out some way to remove the Dhaliwal brothers from the gene pool. Shouldn't be too hard, it's fairly obvious they are swimming in the shallow end.
Posted by Mrs. "Smith" at 9:56 PM 7 comments
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Maybe We'll Vacation Here
Apropos of "DEAD THING"
Roadkill will have to stay on Illinois roads
State money was drained on ice, snow removal; vultures left to clean up
CARBONDALE, Ill. - The view along Illinois highways this summer should be beautiful — for the turkey vultures.
The state's transportation department says it won't be picking up as much roadkill left along roads because it spent too much of its budget during the winter.
IDOT said it spent more than twice the allotted $40 million on clearing ice and snow removal because of rising fuel costs and harsh weather last winter.
Dead animals in driving lanes and any deemed hazardous to motorists will be removed. But much of the rest will be left for scavengers.
Kevin Gillespie of the Jackson County Health Department said the roadkill might be smelly and gruesome, but it shouldn't lead to any health risks.
The department does not log the amount of roadkill it clears.
The kids won't have a chance to even start arguing.
Posted by Mrs. "Smith" at 11:17 PM 2 comments
Words I Thought I'd Never Say
I was watching an episode of "Supermax",(a documentary about prisons), and they were interviewing a white prisoner. He was talking about how he had been a member of the Crips gang and then he started reading "literature" about "the movement". (And no, he wasn't talking about going poop!) This guy decides he's going to have to become a white supremacist. So he trades in one gang membership for another. He goes on to talk about how if he ever gets out he's going to have to be on the lookout for some kid making his way up in the Crips by trying to kill him. Turns out this guy was getting out in 5 months from the taping of this show.
All I could say was, "Dude, you were better off staying a Crip".
What?
Posted by Mrs. "Smith" at 10:36 PM 4 comments