The Sexiest Thing I can do...

Evidently the sexiest thing I can do is not wear some hot lingerie or open the door starke naked w/a smile when Steven comes home, it is cook. Doesn't even really matter if it is any good, just as long as I do it. I swear the man loves food more than me LOL. To think all the money I could of saved over the years at Victoria's Secret.

Another story that should I ever write a book I will be including in it

This story is circuit 1910-1915 probably somewhere closer to 1915, it is a story told by one of my familiy members about another one of my family members I've changed all the names, this is actually one of my favorite stories. Really I shouldn't be the one to write the book, Mom should, I think when she gets done w/this next term on council that should be her next profession.

The widuh (okay so we all like Faulkner books just pronounce it the way it is spelled this was 1915 Oklahoma if you were widowed you were probably a widuh) Jenkings lived in a big house on the corner, the only corner in the community. The house was falling down, needed to be white washed, and the cudzoo had long ago taken over the chimney. She was a woman of only 45 but hard work, and the birthing and raising of 9 youngins (again think Faulkner here) had taken its tole on her and she looked closer to 65. She always had on a worn out cotton dress with small flowers on it, that was always dirty from a hard days labor, her hair was always greasy and in a bun. She had 9 children and every single one of them was the spawn of the devil, she often wondered if her old man hadn't been Satan himself, the good Lord knew he was worthless most of his life but the children they had produced were pure evil. Several of her sons often stuck safety pins threw their forearms to show how tuff they were. Another one pierced his own ear and then sat on a horse and attached safety pins to ear piercing so that they touched the ground then slapped the horse and it ran off at a gallop taking with it part of his ear, the horse stepped on the safety pins. One of her sons bit a bulldog on the nose, because he didn't like the dog, and another one bit off the other one's ear during the course of a fight. The widuh though made all of her children attend school. They attended school in a one room school house. It was a wooden structure, with pine floors and a tin roof. the good lady school mistress Miss Sterling was a very neat and tidy lady who thought it was her Christian duty to educate the the children of the under privileged, she was a beliver in the social gospel and the gospel of Jesus Christ and was going to promote both before she went on to glory. Miss Sterling was also as ugly as a mud fence. She had, had a weight problem but due to a diet of only green beans, and an admission that she was a glutton and the Lord does not love a glutton she had lost several pounds of weight, unfortunately loosing weight means excess skin and on her arms she had what can only be described as chicken wings. She had large amounts of skin hanging down from her upper arms so that they looked like chicken wings. Tommy Jenkings, the widuh Jenkings's youngest was in school at this little one room school house, out of all the widuh's children Tommy was by far the meanest, he was the one who would later grow up to bite off his brother's ear. Tommy was also prone to hive hissy fits, if you don't know what a hissy fit is it is somewhere in between a conniption fit and a temper tantrum. One particular morning Miss Sterling was reading the class their Bible verses for the day, no separation of church and state for Miss Sterling, and she called on Tommy to recite. Tommy hated reciting, well to be fair Tommy hated doing most anything that involved school he didn't need any learnin'. Tommy started to throw a hissy fit and refused to speak, in the process Miss Sterling decided that she would get her yard stick and just give him a good smack, to sparing of the rod to spoil the child for Miss Sterling either she believed in very stern discipline. She went over to her desk got her yard stick and was about to bring it down to rap on young Tommy's hands when Tommy decided that he would bite her chicken wing. Tommy, being much shorter at the age of 7 than Miss Sterling, dodged her hitting him, lept from his chair and bit into her chicken wing arm. Now Tommy was rather serious about his biting, when he bit someone he was in it for the long haul, all or nothing he was not about to let go, that was how he later bit off his brother's ear. You then have the shocked and scream Miss Sterling trying to pry off young Tommy but for the life of her she can't get him off. The other children are laughing hysterically, they weren't exactly fans of Miss Sterling either. This goes on for several minutes before Miss Sterling comes to the conclusion that Tommy is going to bite her chicken wing off if she doesn't get help, he just simply will not let go. Miss Sterling spies little Frank Blount in the back of the room. Frank was only 5 and not really old enough to be in school but Miss Sterling let him come to school because his older sister Madge was such a good student and their mother needed to be working on the farm. Frank was a fast little child he could out run any kid double his age so she sent Frank across the hay meadow to Aunt Florence Jenkings house. Aunt Florence would have been Tommy's aunt and she was as mean as a snake, kind of like the rest of her family she also was a widuh but she had no children. So off little Frank ran just as fast as his little legs would carry him, he returned back double quick with Aunt Florence who brought a poker to beat Tommy with. After several beatings with the poker Tommy finally let go, but it was to late for Miss Sterlings chicken wing, when he let go he took about half of the skin of her chicken wing with him. Miss Sterling had to be taken to Doc Henson to be sewed up, she then later left the community out of embarrassment, that and the fact that the children taunted her because she had one arm with hanging arm skin and one without and joked that Tommy really in actuality did her a favor.

He gave him a cool down

I have changed the names in this story, but it did really happen, it was related to me by an acquaintance who I think was looking for legal advice which I don't give out because I'm not out of law school and haven't passed the bar.

Bob is the sort of fellow you would like. He is a little overweight, personable, has a scraggly beard, likes everyone, and is an all around hardworking man. Bob has a little problem though in that he has post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) from his experience in the Iraq war. Bob recently got a job in one of the local convience stores. The store Bob is working at has a policy that if you are paying in cash after dark you must pre-pay. One night bob is working the late shift, and this man comes in very angry. The man is irate about the fact that he has been a loyal customer of the store for 35+ years and has never once had to pre-pay after dark. Bob tries to explain that the store is under new management and that he has nothing to do with the policy and is sorry for the inconvenience but the customer will have to pre-pay. The customer gets in has face shaking his finger at him, the way a Baptist preacher might shake his finer at a member of the congregation who is sinning. Bob has always had a strong dislike of his father who has a temper and often when he was getting on to Bob shook his finger in Bob's face. Well Bob looses it! Bob being a fairly bulky tall fellow easily overpowers the customer and hauls him into the back room, where he locks him in the ice machine, that is right the ice machine. Bob secures the latch on the ice machine, which was 1/3 full of ice with a squeegee and then calls the police to inform them that he has locked the customer in the ice machine. The police come and arrest both Bob and the customer, the customer had punched Bob at some point I'm not real clear on that, and they are both charged with assault and battery. Bob then calls his parents to get him out of jail, and says that he blacked out can't remember what happened, all he remember is the color read, I've never been on an acid trip but I hear it is a similar experience. At any rate Bob gave the customer a cool down.

On an unrelated matter but one that still includes Bob, Bob's wife is pregnant but that kid isn't his. You see the medication for PTSD causes Bob little member to no longer stand at full attention so he and his wife haven't had marital relations in over 6 months, yet she is 3 months pregnant. Evidently when his wife was having sleepovers with her girlfriends, the woman is 28 years old who has sleepovers at her age?, her ex-boyfriend was also sleeping over.

Poor Bob and to think if I were out of law school I probably would have been hired to represent Bob in Bob's divorce and assault charges....oh the life of a rural lawyer.

"Grandmother it was a woman and it said FOX"

We went to the chili supper for the Central academic team and of course we had, Mrs. P there. For those of you who don't know I love Mrs. P if Steven and I ever divorce I want her in the divorce settlement, I'll also take his gramma Rose too but Mrs. P has a special place in my heart. Anyway there was this woman at the chili supper and she had a shaved head, except for a small patch of hair. My first reaction was oh poor thing maybe she has cancer and her hair is growing back, then I titled my head slightly to the side and I saw that the hair said something it said FOX as in FOX racing, and was int he shape fo the FOX logo. I just thought oh honey you really are a redneck. After the chili supper we go back to Mrs. P's to see Steven's mom and her new dog Meing Mei, who by the way is cute as a button. Mrs. P asks us "did you see that man with almost no hair?" Steven has to say "No grandmother that was a woman and the hair that she did have said FOX like FOX racing" Well she doesn't really believe us but we explain that it def. was a woman. Then of course Steven chimes it it is just a redneck thing, to which Mrs. P insists surely redneck women still wouldn't give up there hair and you know her she spouts scientific reasons why, mainly that the female of the species their hair is usually the last thing they will give up. Anyway we convince her that it was a woman, and it was. and she says "Well I guess I'll have to stop going down there even Central High isn't safe anymore the world has gone crazy." I'm inclined to agree with her. I get that ppl. need freedom to express themselves but come on lady shaving your head and having the FOX motorcycle logo the design for what hair you do have left is just weird.Tattoos I get, body piercings okay whatever, want to dye your hair a million diff. colors go ahead but women who deliberately shave their heads that one is just one step to far beyond the social norm for me. Evidently it was for Mrs. P too.

Since..... I told a crazy story on my family members I will tell one on myself: I like to call this the day I burnt up Mom

I think most people can remmber in the late 1990's early 2,000's when ear candles were extremely popular. If you don't know what an ear candle is, it is a long slender divce that is cone shaped at one in, kind of looks like a long skinny funnel, that you place in your ear, and then set it on fire. The fire works its way down the ear candle and draws out your ear wax. Bohemian, color ucoordianted who usually wear tie dye, people who wear socks with their sandles will tell you that this has grat health benefits. My mother during this time period was obsessed with all things holisitc, organic, basically anything a hippie thinks is cool. So she bought these ear candles that she wanted to use, I don't know I think some guru at the local health food store told her they would work wonders. Anyway the think with these ear candles is you have to have someone help you, I mean you are putting it in your ear and it is on fire, you need help to make sure you don't burn yourself. I was13 at the time, I remember how old I was because Mom had just re-done my room: new carpet, new walpaper, new everything. I finally had a grown up room! My other room had baby deer and pink white polka dots with green shag carpet that was supposed to be the forrest grass, maybe that is why I believe in fairies because I grew up in the enchanged forest. Mom comes in with these candles, lays down on the bed, gives me a lighter tells me to light it up and watch it and when it gets close to her face to remove it and put it in this can of water she places next to the bed. Oh I left out one detail she had a paper plate at the base fo the candle so if anything burnt off it would fall on the plate, bad plan you know paper plates catch on fire easily. I being an uninterested 13 year old ligth the ear candle stuck it in mom's ear, mom laid ther with her eyes closed why I do not know, and I turned my back on her and was messing with a caligraphy set that I had received for my birthday. Yes, at some point in time a long long time ago I acutally cared about my penmanship. Well I wasn't paying attention to the ear candle and it burnt down to close to the paper plate setting the plate on fire. Mom starts sceaming bloody murder, and you know my mom uses way to much hairspary in her hair, hairspray of course is flammable. So we've got the paper plate on fire, the ear candle on fire and Mom's hair is burning. I grab the buring plate and ear candle, and for some reason trip over the container of water, when I trip the buring ear candle part of it breaks off hits my new carpet, burns the carpet, and I don't know what to do with it at this point. Mom starts screaming "out the window out the window" so I throw it out the window, only this was July and it hadn't rained in 6 months so I set the yard on fire. Mom has at this point put out her hair, with my new comfortor. Moral : moral of the story don't let your Mom use an ear candle in your new room, it ruined my comfortor, my new carpet, and I set the yard on fire. No, of course the moral is not to pay attention when assisting your mother with an ear candle becaus well t hen I would of learned something from this experience and we can't have that now can we.

If I ever write a book......

If I ever write a book I would probably put this story in it, yes it is true. I have changed ppl.'s names for anonimity. UNFORTUNATLY THESE PPL. ARE MY FAMILY MEMBERS SO DON'T JUDGE lol


Colene was the type of woman who loved a good cocktail, the comany of a handsome man even if he was not her husband, and she had a reputation for being divoid of sanity. Her husband Arnold was knick named the light swithc man, because he went to work as the sun was coming up and he came home as it was going down thus he turned the lights on and off for the day. Arnold was the owner fo the local ambulance business, as well as the embalmer for the local funeral home. Colene and the funeral homeowner's wife, Vera, were famous for having a few cocktails at the funeral home afer hours and doing their nails whle their husband worked on brigning the last bit of dignity to the town's deceased. I can just picture them there in brown wicker chairs, in solid colored polyester dresses, with their hair pulled up in chingons and immaculate makeup, doing their nails and drinking mimosas  modern sophistocated 1950's women. Who loved their husbands, as long as they coulnd't find anyone else to love on. Arond dinner time, since it was obvious Vera and Colene would not be making dinner as was gnerally the case, Arnold and Jerry, the funeral home owner, decided to go over to the local cafe, the type of place where you could not see threw the smoke fog and there was always a red ring of grease on your plate, for dinner. Before the left though they had done something to the deceased man they were working on. They had cut off his member! Evidenlty when a man passes away and his member is erect it is very difficult to get it to go down, and since you don't want his loved one's to see his last stand as it were, or the widow to get any ideas, the general procedure is to cut it off, lay it down flat, and re-attach it. Well Arnold, and Jerry had gotten to the cutting off part, just not the re-attachement. After the men left, Colene and Vera having had one to many cocktails made their way into the embalming room, a whilte tiled room with various tubes around the walls to aid in extracting bodily fluid, and found the member of the deceased man. They also found a mattress spring, one of the old one's that had a lot of bounce to it. They decided that it would be hilarious to stick the member on the spring, so they did. What they did next is, a little disturbing. After the member was properly attached to the spring, the coiled the spring, so that when it wa released it would bounce up and down, much like the springs on Jerry's bed when he was having relations with his melato mistress whileVera was getting her hair done on Saturdays. They put the coiled spring on the white tiled floor and released it, of course the spring bounced with the attached member, bouncing up and down kind of like how a jack in the box springs and then boucnes at you. While it was bouncing on the floor Vera and Colene thrusts their pelvic areas at the member and said "here tis' here tis'" luckily they were fully clothed but sadly this was not an era where women wore slacks. Needless to say Arnold and Jerry came back from dinner, and found the girls giggling hysterically.

Oh my Husband

For Valentine's Day I made a pot of Chocolate fondue, and we did the whole fruit, choclate, wine, I cooked dinner etc. etc. basically all the things that lead to well, you know ;) anyway after all was said and done Steven said he would clean up the fondue pot....guess what I just found int he cabinet with hardened choclate in it, that is righ the fondue pot that has been that way for over a month OMG some of the things that man does heaven help me I love him but seriously? What the crap. Guess he though the magical fairy who lives here would clean it eventually, in his defense I just now discovered it bcause it is in the pantry with all my bakeware and I decided to make a late night batch of cookies, so guess I haven't baked in a month either... oops

The Breeding Problem

Probably lots of ppl. will not like this blog post, but I don't care because it is true. THE MAIN PROBLEM WITH AMERICAN SOCIETY IS WE HAVE BREED OURSELVES DUMB. This topic came to me because I was discussing with one of my former teachers how she has seen such a shift in overall quality of students over the past 20 years. I read an article once that birth control was going to destroy American society, and I honestly believe it is the truth. It used to be back before we had wide use of birth control that hard working well educated couples might have 3 to 5 childeren, fairly large families because they could not limit the size of their family. Today many of those same couples who 50 years ago would of had 3 to 5 children have 1 to 2 children if any at all. The same however is not true for the uneducated, unemplyed, couples who are the bottom of society they keep on having kids they on average have 3 times more children than couples who have good educations and jobs. This has caused a drain on our society. Just look in your local grocery store, at the people, you will see the well dressed clean woman with maybe one or two kids and the large woman with the tube top on who has her boobies haning out with no teeth dragging behind her four or five neglected looking children. Drug babies are also a problem sometimes I think everytime these ladies shoot up they pop out another kid, who will have learning disabilites or ADD. It seems almost every kid now has a lerning problem and some form of an IEP. We need to start encouraging and telling people that limiting their family size is the economically responsible thing to do (which is why well educated couples do it in the first place it makes better financial sense) and it is the socially responsible thing to do. We are also going to have to stop rewarding it thew the welfare system, if you are a young unwed mother, yes you need some help but if you constantly keep on popping out babies to get the economic benefit so you can lay around all day and not be a productive member of society then no you do not need that economic benefit and your children need to be taken away. We cannot keep rewarding that behavior and the production of more children who cannot grow up to be producitve members of society, they are just going to grow up to be drains on society. People do not need to be allowed to have children they cannot take care of who cannot become prouctive members of society, we just can't afford it anymore. I'll also say this the reason you have bad test scores in schools is directly related this this phenomina, take children who are drug babies who come from uneducated families who are carrier welfare they are not going to pass an EOI or a state exam, they have no incentive too and some don't have the capability and if many classrooms are like the school my husband teaches at have at least 40% of the kids from those type situations you cannot get a 100% pass rate the pass rates are NOT due to poor teaching they are due to poor quilty of students, and you have poor quality of students because we have as a nation breed ourselves dumb. Idiocracy is a funny movie, but it is also very very true, and it is going to happen in our future if we don't promote population contorol among certain sects of our society.

With all that said I'm very happen to welcome into the world my neice, Anna Rose Ostrander, who will NOT be a drain on society and grow up to be a productive citizen she was born today 7 pounds 8 oucnes :)

Curry? Really? Gross

If you have been around my husband then you know he love exotic food so when we find an Indian (the type from India not some of my ancestors) restaurant in Eureka Springs you know we are going, and you know he is going to get something weird. I will admit the BLT that I had was good, they also had American style food, however, it was a little gross that they had large vats of oil sitting in the widown with rotting onions, peppers and seasonings in them to flavor the oil....couldn't they of put that somewhere else? Anyway Steven orders curry, he enjoys it eats it, we go back to our cabin.

Several hours later......
Steven: Smell my armpits
Me: No...gross
Steven: (with me in head lock so I can smell his armpits) don't they smell weird they really stink
Me: Ya a lot more than normal ( and really I didn't know we could get worse than normal here thank God he is a clean freak and regularly showers and uses dioderant I won't go into the other foul smells he produces)
Steven: Ya it kind of smells like curry, OMG I smell like curry it is pouring out of me
Me: Ya it really does smell like curry
Steven: I wonder if this is why ppl. from India stink
Me: You racist
Steven: Well it true haven't you noticed they all smell like curry all the time I thought it was just because they ate it

Oh the joys of being married.

The Rangers Shirt that Died

Before we left for vacation, Steven the typical male, had done no packing so in my effort to assist him I asked him if he wanted me to put his shirt in the suitcase. He told me that he did want me to put his shirts in the suitcase, and that he did not care which shirts he was indifferent he would wear whateve I picked out. So one of the shirts I put in his suitcase was a Roland Rangers basketball shirt. He came back to where the suitcase was and was immediatly upset that I had packed the shirt, stating the he hated it, I told him wel you told me to pick the shirts. At this point he grabs the shirt up and rips it in half yelling "die shirt die" he then says that now it isn't a problme because the shrit died and the he hated the shirt and hadn't worn it in 6 months and I should of know that.....gotta love him I went on vacation with him anyway.

On the way home from Eureka Springs..... the following converstation takes place
Me: You Dad is very metrosexual in his dress
Steven: Dad is only that way because Mom picks out his clothes
Me: I pick out your clothes
Steven: Ya well I fight you tooth and nail on what I wear, Dad doesn't fight Mom besides we all know what I do to shirts when I don't like them
Me: Ya you rip them up
Steven: I rip them up because I'm a Man (make what I guess is a man growl) and guess what I'm doing to that stupid Pink Polo shirt you bought me when we get home

Needless to say we are also down one Pink Polo shirt I was hoping he would wear for Easter

"SHE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED"

"She who shall not be named" is my title for the new Oklahoma State Suprenintendent of Public Education, Janet Barresi, I make this reference because she reminds of me of Voldemort off of Harry Potter, she kind of looks like him too. Any mention of the woman's name can send me into sever convulsions and more than mild profantiy may come out of my mouth. I'm married to a teacher, and I think he does a terrific job, I think all teachers do terrific jobs, and "she who shall not be named" is a woman who wants to throw them under the bus. I don't suppose it said in her campaign literature that she hates all public schools, and public school teachers, but unfortunatly it should of becuase that is the truth. This is a woman who wants to see public school shut down in favor of charter schools (where teachers don't even have to be licensed) she wants to starve out the small schools and cut their funding and consolidate them (look at NY state that plan didn't work out to well for them or look at the CA school system) she wants to pack as many students in a room as possible and do away with most of the safeguards for teachers that were put in place by HB 1017. Her whole campaign is that education is broken in Oklahoma... I DON'T THINK SO. She fails to mention one single fact, society in Oklahoma is broken. Poverty is the number one cause of poor academic succes in school children, NOT POOR TEACHING. Oklahoma is one of the poorest states in the union, with more than 35% of our children living in homes that have an income at or below the poverty line, we also have an additional 15% of children that are living in homes only 1,000 dollars above the poverty line, that is a lo tof impoversihed kids. If "she who shall not be named" and her gang of thugs (ppl. I like to call the Govenor, Lt. Govenor and AG) get their way teachers won't even have a right to appela being fired, not even to a court of law, they will also work longer hours for less money and almost no pension. Is this really how we want to reward the ppl. who daily care for our state's children, try to educate them, and act as surrogate parents to those who have no loving family? I find it hard to belive that this agenda by "she who shall not be named" and her gang of thugs is what Oklahoma wants for its children. Did you know that if teachers were paid per student the average going wage that a babysitter was paid they would make over 192,000 dollars a year, think about that parents they do it for far less, and babysitters don't teach your kids Algebra or English or how to read. I was looking at the election results "she who shall not be named" won by 200,000 votes in a clean Republican sweep I think we need to go out and find 200,00 + ppl. to add to the 300,000 that didn't vote for her last time so she cna be defeated in 4 years, surely there are 200,000 ppl. in this state who did not vot last time who want their kids to receive a good public education and will find this woman's works as an evil vendeta against public education, surely Oklahoma has a good 200,000 ppl. I've made up my mind that in 4 years I'm giving all I've got do defeating her, if that means working on someone's campagin or holding up signs, I'm doing it. This woman can not be allowed to reamin in office, she has only been in a three months and already needs to be recalled, she certainly does not need to be re-elected.

Get Away

Steven and I are going to be gone for a few days to Eureka Springs (since we don't have to spend all of spring break putting up signs for Mom), we rent a nice cabin, and he does whatever it is men do, usually  he goes to the local bar and has a few and fishes at Beaver Lake and I spend a few days having a years worth of dead skin cells stripped off my face (microdermabrasion) and a few good massages (come on I desreve them I put up with a man who farts in bed and insistes on keeping an old 1950 ford in the front yard, that does not run simply because it was his paw-paw's truck) (and he keeps it in the front yard not the back so it is on display and all these old rednecks who come by the house will pull up in the yard and honk, they usually have no teeth and ask me scuse' me ma'am how much ye want fur that truck thar? then I have to tell them it isn't for sale ok then thank ye kindly that has happend 6 or 7 times in 3 years). So I hope everyone has a great sping break and that the weather gets warmer.

Applying Business Practices to Government

Tonight I drove my Mom to her council meeting so I had a lot of time to think, and the topic that hit my brain was applying business practices to governement. Before I went to law school I worked in the private sector, and ended up as a CFO over a tech. company and a nursing home, it was fun work but not stable and practicing law was always what I wanted to do. However, I think we need to be applying some business practices to our governement. We are broke both on a federal, and state level! Obviously we cant keep on spending like we have been but look at what we are cutting, we are cutting programs that take up less than 10% of our budget what we need to be looking at are our big ticket items which are: social security, medicare/medicaid, and military spending. I would start with cutting the one that does not effect the elderly and that is military spending. We built an 800 million dollar engine this year, as a backup engine, we already have one engine in existence for a plane that we don't fly, and that was designed to spy on the Russians. That is ridiculous when government employees who are hard working citizens are in danger of loosing their jobs, think of how many jobs 800 million dollars could save. Then there is the issue of TAXES I know ppl. hate paying them, but our government revenue is based on taxes. For years we have had this misguided idea that giving corproations tax breaks will cause them to creat jobs. They don't I used to structure NMTC deals for my former boss (new market tax credit) and he aalways took those credits and used them against his own taxes and went on vacation and never put that money back into the corproation and never created any new jobs. Corproations are in the biusiness of making money and we are loosing jobs to foreign countries every day because coporations move them there because if it is cheaper. If corproations want to receive tax breaks and credits they are going to have to maintain jobs in the United States and create jobs in the United States otherwise they are not deserving and should be taxed so our government can have some revenue. This just makes sense there is no point in not collecting money that is not investing back in American jobs, you don't have delequent accounts in the business world you collect what is owed you. Another thing is foreign aid. Why are we giving to foreign countries when we can't take care of our own people? In busienss you don't loan out money if you can't pay your own mortgage, it is just that simple. I feel for the people of other countries but we have our own problems here that we need to start fixing. We are going to have to start manufacturing something here in the United States again, why can't we be like Japan and that something be technology and finally move into the age of technology. In order to do that though we have to have a highly educated work force, and how do we educate people, via taxes. I don't care what people say most public school teachers are under paid, underfunded and understaffed. Educaton is our key way out of this financial mess and we aren't collecting the one thing that we need to fund it properly, i.e. taxes. We have to collect revenue cutting spending on programs is not enough we have to have liquid assets, and in order to do that we are going to have to tax corporate America. We have to many companies on corproate welfare while the rest of us pay our taxes, if the individual citizen has to pay his/her taxes then corporatiosn need to start too.  Did you know the wealthiest 400 Americans last year made more money than the bottom 30% of Americans, there is something wrong with that, the wealthiest 400 incidently were all CEO's or Presidents of major corporations, pocketing those tax credits will evidently make you rich.We have to rebuild our middle class, you cannto have the type of wealth disparity between the upper and middle class that we do and have a successful society, you just can't, this same scenario happened in France in the 1700's and do you know what they did? Had a revolution and chopped off the King's head you cannot have an angry, impovereished, unemployed proletariate they will eventually revolt, and since I am a member of the better educated class that they don''t like I would like to keep my head LOL, and to in business it is bad business to have unhappy workers you get strikes. We  need some sanity and some moderation in our governement.

Our typical Sunday

Today was pretty much our typical Sunday. Steven got up early to play WOW (World of Warcraft) that is a game that I wish all of it servers around the world would spontaneiously combust and blow up. I hate that game so he gets up early to play it before, Lady Astir, (me) wakes up, so he won't get griped at. I got up at a leasurly 10:30, don't knock it 5 days a week I get up at 3:00 AM to go to law school so when I can I sleep in. I played with my pride and joy, Cecil Kain, even though he is a flamer (cat loves pink mice he's got to be gay right?) I love love love him dearly. Then I went to my granny's for Sunday dinner. You would just have to know my 89 year old grandmother understand that in order to miss Sunday dinner you better get an act of Congress or a summons from the Queen. Today she made: mashed potatoes, corn, friend chicken, bbq beef, cole slaw, and an apple pie. Yes, you are expected to take some of everything granny doesn't believe in health food or diets. My favorite Uncle, Billy was there and told a rather funny story. He has a broken thumb only he does not know how he broke it! He went to bed Friday night just fine work up Saturday morning with a broken thumb that was killing him so he went to the emergency room and sue enough he broke his thumb, I blame my Aunt Judy she is sneaky I beat she got mad at him and broke it in the night. LOL j/k Judy <3 U. Billy is like me he loves cats, he has three their name are ;kitty, cat, and road (road is named road because he found him on the road. He isn't very creative with names. He shows me videos of them playing every Sunday, I usually watch them and smile, and think yep my cat is 10 times cuter than yours. At granny's we all discussed how we were so relieved that Mom does not have an opponent but Dad said we needed to be campaigning anyway because he thinks we need a redheaded chief (my mom has red hair) Mom of course sternly objected, she doesn't want to be chief, and of cours after she mad her objection Dad just had to say "well I guess the red rage couldn't be chief anyway to short a temper" (Dad calls Mom the Red Rage when she is argueing with him) After dinner I went with Mom and Aunt Barbara (Aunt B.) to aldi. I thought I was going to have to jump out the widnow, Aunt B. had made that rock candy in cinnamon flavor and Mom was sucking on it all the way down there I cannot stand to listen at someone suck on hard candy so finally I decided to tell her to stop because it was giving me a migrane (it really wans't cinnamon scent does not trigger my migraines) and Mom was like" oh yes migraine's on demand just because you don't like me sucking on this candy" needless to say she kept right on sucking on it all the way to Fort Smith. Aunt B. thought our discourse about the candy was hilaroius. We had a good shopping trip, and on the way back we discussed the 14 flags heritage club and who was going to clean up the poo. For those of you who don't know a homeless man was living in the train depot at the 14 Flags museum and was using the bathroom in it, and there is a pile of poo in there 3 feet high, and it has been in there over a month and none of the club members want to clean it up and finding someone to do that sort of work is difficult. I imagine by now the smell will knock you over. Yuck. We took Aunt B. home put up the groceries, I came home and saw my sweetheart, he had stopped playing that vile videogame and then we went back up to Mom's she made us dinner. Then we watched Big Love, I can't tell you how much I love that show I love it almsot as much as True Blood (almost but no cigar because Alexander Skarsgard on true Blood has perfect abs and is blond and gorgous) I hate it that the next epidode of Big Love will be the last I need to find some new shows to watch I like Toddlers and Tiaras but Mom and Steven tellme that is going to rot my brain, personally I think video games and diet soda are going to rot theirs. Now I'm home and accessing what the laundry fairy needs to do tomorrow when she comes as well as the cleaning fairy, gee those fairies are great :)