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Audacity of Truth
Spinsational:
"We were so busy just getting stuff done and dealing with the immediate crises that were in front of us that I think we lost some of that sense of speaking directly to the American people about what their core values are and why we have to make sure those institutions are matching up with those values."
-Obama, explaining recent Democrat losses, 1/20/10
Velvet Lair- The sexiness of winning the battle of good versus evil January 26, 2010
- Ever wonder why? January 12, 2010
- The decision to bench Peyton Manning: Right or wrong? December 28, 2009
- Is my dad turning into a metrosexual? November 24, 2009
- My “Things To Do For Christmas” list November 23, 2009
’tis the season (Misc. ramblings)
I’m Sickly Toldjah, and I’m reporting for duty.
Blogging will continue to be light over the next couple of days, as I continue to fight this blasted cold. Stopped by the drugstore tonight on my way home from the 8-5 (today wasn’t a good day to call in sick) and bought something I never have before, in order to hopefully bodyslam this cold: Tylenol Cold head congestion “cool burst” caplets. I didn’t want anything that would make me drowsy or loopy (anymore than I already am) and Tylenol always kicks bootie on my headaches so I thought I’d try another Tylenol product to see how it worked on colds. Wish me luck …
My sickliness has put me in a bit of a funk because it’s sort of placed my life on hold for a few days at a time when I need to be doing things like finishing Christmas shopping, wrapping and packaging gifts, getting together with friends and exchanging gifts – and my home office is a complete disaster area right now. I went to the company Christmas party last night, which I couldn’t miss, of course, and held up until about the last 20 minutes or so, but today I felt worse as the day progressed, so I went ahead and cancelled a full day of plans tomorrow in order to say home and try to get better 
I swear I did not think I would make it home today, though – there was an accident on one of the main highways here that backed up traffic for miles. Fortunately, I was going the other way, but everyone in front of me drove a little too slowly for my comfort – I guess they were gazing in amazement at how long a line of backed up cars there were on the other side of the highway. Next, an accident on a two lane road I travel on my route home. Didn’t look like anyone was hurt in it, thank goodness, but it backed up traffic in both directions. Fire and medic had to navigate through the two lanes of traffic to get to the accident, which meant I had to pull over into a grassy near-ditch area on the side of the road in order for it to pass. Once it did, I got back on the road, and proceeded to the CVS to get “the goods” and spent a few extra minutes in there trying to make myself feel better by buying a new shampoo and conditioner in addition to the cold meds. Trust me, when you’re a woman and you’re sick and you look like hell, you’re desperate to make yourself feel and look human again.
Soo I leave the CVS, and dang if there’s not a police car and a police van with sirens blazing pulling into the gas station across the street. Dunno what was going on, there but at that point I was extremely eager to get home and get off the road before something else happened!
I had two days worth of mail to collect when I got home, as last night I drove straight to mom’s after the Christmas party so I could get some chicken soup as only moms can make it. Pulled up in my parking space, grabbed a few bags I had and got out of the car. One of my neighbors who I would classify as “cute” happens to be outside and comes up to me to chit chat. Keep in mind I’m feeling icky, and look it too, and all I can think about is “why does he have to see me now?!” (deja vu, anyone?).
He offers to carry my bags into the house for me. “No, thanks,” I answered, hoping the Blanche Dubois-style lighting in effect by the Christmas lights shining in the dark from my other neighbors’ yards are hiding my pale death-look, and desperate for escape. I’m polite, though, and continue on talking for a bit, and take some ribbing for my own lights not being on in my yard last night. “I wasn’t home,” I commented. “I’m not feeling well and stayed at mom and dads. Went to pick up some cold medicine tonight.” We talk some more. He’ll be out of town the week of Christmas, and said that he wasn’t sure if he’d get a chance to wish me a Merry Christmas before he left, so he did so, I did with him, and then he said “Aw, gimme a hug.”
A hug?!?!
“Oh, well I don’t want to get you sick, too,” I quickly responded, not being in the mood for affection of any sort and frankly not wanting to hug someone who I think has the hots for an unmarried Desperate Housewives-ish neighbor a few doors down.
“Aw, that’s ok,” he grinned, and then stepped up on to the sidewalk to give me a hug that lasted a couple seconds longer than it should have.
Sigh. Wrong time, wrong (but nice) man, wrong everything.
I smile meekly, wish him a safe trip, and dash inside the house, thanking God for the first few minutes of peace I’ve had in 48 hours.
I put all my things away, nibbled on some crackers, watched a few minutes of news (oh, and turned on the Christmas lights), and went upstairs to log on to the computer and check email and the blog. In the middle of all this, a neighbor across the parking lot had someone visiting who was blasting Bon Jovi’s 7800 Fahrenheit CD. So much for the quiet. While checking email, I come across some spam mail from Victoria’s Secret, the title of which read: This Weekend Only! Signature Cotton Sleepshirt: $10 with [$22.50] Purchase. At the same time, the blaring music stopped. I sighed contentedly and clicked on the link.
This is wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. I’m in a weakened state (and we already know what happens in those instances) and feeling very unwomanly, making it easier to succumb to the lure of a good sale from a place I like to shop at. Turns out their “signature cotton sleepshirts” are not the ones I’m used to getting. Bummer. So I end up getting a comfy one that’s not on sale. Fortunately, you get one of their holiday fragrance giftsets free with any sleepwear purchase, so it ended up being all good. I consider the purchase a bit of a Christmas present to myself. 
Shortly after I finished my purchase, someone’s car alarm started going off not far away. Went on for about five minutes. Annoying – and loud.
All is now calm at the moment, thankfully.
Ok, so now that I’m done babbling about my day, it’s your turn! Got all your Christmas shopping done?
Oh, here’s Christmas and Bon Jovi, done the right way 
Things in this vid for both gals and guys alike to enjoy.
BTW, you can utilize this as the weekend open thread. Keep posting those links as it helps keep me updated a bit on what’s going on, as right now I’m pretty much out of it.
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I get the cinematic reference, ST, but I don’t think you need Blanche Dubois lighting even when feeling sub-par.
Here’s hopin’ you feel better post haste, sweetness.
I had some kind of bug a few weeks ago; no fun at all…
Hope ya feel better very soon, ST…spend a few hours relaxing with a good hot cup of tea
, forgeting the 8-5, and pampering yourself. 
Now, down to business. There’s an interesting video up on YouTube from the last Democrat debate in Iowa. Whoever posted it is on to something, and gave it a good title: Hillary’s Apollo timeline screwy?
She says this in the debate:
Hillary was born in 1947. According to NASA, the Apollo program started in 1963. Assuming she learned about the program the day it started, that would make her 15 or 16 years old while she was in the 5th grade.
Which means Hillary is either (a) the stupidest person ever to enter a 5th grade classroom, or (b) making things up in the time-honored tradition of Democrat candidates. It’s a tough choice, I know, but my money’s on (b).
feel better soon my friend.
GWR, what’s funny is that Hillary was in the fifth grade when Eisenhower was president; but then her father was a lifelong Republican. JFK didn’t make the man-on-the-Moon-in-this-decade speech until ‘61, and her parents were prophetic to name her for a man who hadn’t become famous yet. Get well soon, ST!
Exactly, Tom. Making up lies about their past seems to be a requirement for leftist candidates. Like Kerry’s Christmas in Cambodia. Or the Goracle claiming his mother sang him to sleep with a song (“Look for the union label”) that wasn’t written until he was in his 20’s.
Hi, ST:
Winter colds are the worst. Especially around Christmas time. Got my flu shot last week during my AF Reserve Weekend. Felt kindz funky Monday, but feeling great now.
Hope you get better soon.
Everone seems to have forgotten Hillary’s lie about her first name being attached to Sir Edmond’s famous mountaineering conquest. Which happened years after her being born.
Jack.
Hope you feel better soon ST. And I definitely hope you don’t have the same bug that’s going around here, I came down with it last Friday and still feel like I’m at death’s door, it really hits your lungs. And I even had a flu shot, must be Bush’s fault for not regulating the vaccine industry better or something. Yeah, that’s it!
Tea, toddies, chicken soup (when you feel bad you don’t want to eat, but even then soup tastes good, it warms you where you need it), and don’t be afraid of medicine, Thereaflu toddies (or Theraflu-ladas) help too.
I’m sitting here staring at my Christmas tree, undecorated. Maybe we’ll feel up to doing it before New Years…
I think I’d like to see what you’re like when loopy. Or read it, anyway.
I am sorry to hear that you are sick Dear. Please know you are in our thoughts. Also here is a hug for you from “Mr. Right”.
Please know that I hope you feel better soon, and that this is only a small road bump in your Christmas season, and that it will still be very beautiful. 
Ok one more hug for the road. – Lorica
Sounds like you’re getting what I just got over, S.T. It is miserable! Get plenty of rest and I hope you feel better.
I know it’s off the subject and in the big scheme of things it doesn’t mean too much. However, I just had to say how disappointing the Mitchell report that detailed steroids in baseball.
I’ve always been a baseball fan and love watching the games. I remember going to Yankee games when I lived in NJ with my father, who actually played minor league baseball for the Yankees affiliate back in 1959-61.
I fully expected there to be some unexpected names, especially NY players since the only two training assistants who cooperated with the probe were from NY. It was sad to see Clemens, McGuire, Tejada, and the others who really seemed to love the game.
Don’t get me wrong, the verdict is not in yet and I have plenty of questions about this report, but you just can’t ignore the evidence.
So sad that since the days of Mantle, Robinson, Ted Williams, and the like, our athletes have chosen to cheat and break the law in order to win.
I certainly hope the kids of today aren’t looking towards athletes as role models.
Buh Bye Mike, I won’t vote for ya now. Some people really need to stop saying stupid things. – Lorica
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Get better, ST! I’ve had a cold too, and like you a number of events I had to go to when I just wanted to sit homw.
Get well soon (hopefully, you’re better already); and have some chicken noodle soup.
Typical bushco-chimpy-mchitler republithugs…rushing out to recommend murdering innocent chickens and barbarically cooking and eating them just to make yourself feel better.
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/YAWN Next waste of newsprint please. How many here saw this as a big shock?? – Lorica
Hey Skubie Steve, will you get to sit in front of a dead tree and eat candy out of your socks this year?
It’s nothing that can’t be cured by a couple shots of tequila, ST!
You do know the rules of tequila, right? One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.
One of ST’s guest-bloggers, Brian from Liberty Pundit, put up a good look at Iowa over at Pajamas Media. In short, he’s calling for Obama and Huckabee wins, even though he has no idea where the Huckaboom came from.
Call me typical, but don’t call me late for dinner
No, forest, I’ll be in a tropical climate this Christmas. My folks sent me a box of gifts which I have squirreled away to open the 25th… if it’ll make anyone feel better, I can stuff candy into my socks. Depending on what my watch schedule is I might manage to get some SCUBA diving that day.
I won’t go into details, but my location for this Christmas will be the same spot where many years ago I was dragooned by my Mom to help set up the gifts late Christmas Eve after my younger siblings had gone to bed, my Father being in Vietnam at the time. I was eleven, and while I was pretty sure Santa wasn’t real, I still tried to believe. I hadn’t heard of Pascal’s Wager, but I certainly had a visceral understanding of it, and my primitive risk/benefit analysis had determined little cost in believing. That Christmas was the one that killed Santa for me.
I can’t remember a time when I ever believed Santa Claus was real. I’m sure I did at some time, but as far back as I can recall, pre-kindergarten days, I didn’t. Finally my parents asked me about it when I was like 5 or 6, and I told them I didn’t. They asked me why I pretended to, and I told them that, well, I said I believed in him and I got all these presents, so who was I to question a good thing? I was a cynical little curmudgeon even back then. The way my parents did it, to differentiate it, we opened gifts from each other on Christmas Eve, and Santa’s presents showed up on Christmas Morning. After that we just exchanged gifts on the Eve and just sat around and played with them and pigged out on Christmas dinner on the day itself.
Santa’s not REAL !!!
Another case of MSM thinking they are more important in what they do?
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Or a case of Officers in the wrong?
What do you think?