Friday, October 31, 2008

The Ten Cannots

In 1916, a minister and outspoken advocate for liberty, William J. H. Boetcker, published a pamphlet entitled The Ten Cannots . “You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot help the poor man by destroying the rich. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred. You cannot build character and courage by taking away man’s initiative and independence. You cannot help small men by tearing down big men. You cannot lift the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer. You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than your income. You cannot establish security on borrowed money. You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they will not do for themselves.”

A century later, Democrats are utterly ignorant of these principles. In fact, Barack Obama’s campaign is built around their antithesis—“The Ten Cans.”

I thought this was interesting

I got this in an email and enjoyed the simplicity

Our Tax System Explained: Bar Stool Economics
Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100.
If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:

The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay $1.
...  Read MoreThe sixth would pay $3.
The seventh would pay $7.
The eighth would pay $12.
The ninth would pay $18.
The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.
So, that's what they decided to do.
The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. 'Since you are all such good customers,' he said, 'I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20.' Drinks for the ten now cost just $80.
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the
first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free.

But what about the other six men - the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair share?'
They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted
that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer.
So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's
bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the
amounts each should pay.

And so:
The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings) .
The seventh now paid $5 instead of $7 (28%savings) .
The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).
Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued
to drink for free.

But once outside the restaurant, the men began to
compare their savings. 'I only got a dollar out of the $20,'declared the sixth man. He pointed
to the tenth man,' but he got $10!'
'Yeah, that's right,' exclaimed the fifth man. 'I only saved a dollar, too.
It's unfair that he got ten times more than I got' 'That's true!!' shouted the seventh man. '...  Read MoreWhy should he get $10 back when I got only
two? The wealthy get all the breaks!' 'Wait a minute,' yelled the first four men in unison. 'We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!' The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks, so the nine sat
down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill,
they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money
between all of them for even half of the bill!
And that, ladies and gentlemen, journalists and college professors, is
how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat

David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D.
Professor of Economics
University of Georgia
For those who understand, no explanation is needed.
For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Immediate Thoughts

Outside my window. . .the dry leaves are blowing around.

I am thinking. . .I need to get up and take a nice, hot shower.

From the learning room. . .not a lot right now, it's night time.

I am thankful for. . .hot fudge to put on my icecream. Hey, don't judge me. We all have our vices!

From the kitchen. . .is yesterday's leftover tortilla soup...I'm thinking lunch tomorrow?

I am wearing. . .sweatpants, which if I'm totally honest is not the most flattering piece of clothing I own, but definitely the most comfortable.

I am creating. . .a notebook with all my house swatches/colors in it.

I am going. . .to learn to relax and go with the flow.

I am reading. . .Breakthrough by Suzanne Somers. Very Interesting!

I am hoping. . .this cold/stuffy nose goes away.(the stuffiness goes away, not my nose. Ewww...)

I am hearing. . .Greta talking on FOX.

Around the house. . piles of stuff. Everywhere. One day we will move. One day we will be settled. One day life will have normalcy???????.

One of my favorite things. . .cozy pj's and a fluffy robe. Okay, so that is two things. I can count. I just couldn't decide.

A few plans for the rest of the week. . .watching a scary movie tomorrow night while handing out candy to the trick or treaters.

Here is a picture thought I am sharing. . .sorry I am not proficient at getting pictures on here yet. Don’t laugh at me. I mean it. It hurts my feelings when you laugh at me:) Just kidding.

Go Joe! Go Tito!

I like Joe the plumber. I think he is a real "everyday" guy.  Along with Joe we now have a new "everyday" guy in town. Tito the builder. He is a hispanic man and he has bravely stood up and spoke his mind. From what I understand he started out as a janitor and now owns his own construction business. He has made some good points...Obama's socialist agenda would entail "throwing the crumbs to the poor guys down there. I'll give you this little bit and you'll be happy with it. " He DOESN'T want the government's crumbs. He wants the American dream. He sees the big picture. I like him. He is gutsy. I hope all the Joes and Titos out there in America make it to the polls on Tuesday. Let their voices be heard!!

There once were two guys named Tito and Joe

Who innocently wanted to know

" Why do you want to spread wealth around?"

"Sir, We fear your policy is not sound."

Poor guys thought they were just having some political banter,

Little did they know the media would descend in anger.

Yet, they stood tall and what they say is so true...

They stand for the "everyday" guy....they stand for you.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

It is no fun being sick

I woke up this morning--well at least I had my eyes open. Barely. It was around 7am. It was still pitch black in the bedroom except for the green glow from the digital clock. I could barely breathe as my nosed was totally stuffed up. My head hurt and I was cold. I love the fall weather, but we are in that in between stage where the house heat makes it too hot inside, but no heat and one freezes especially in the morning. Ugh. I can't win. I got up and put on my fluffy robe. The thick one. The thick one that weighs about 100 lbs. Hey, but it's warm. I went out to the kitchen to start the coffee. Hot liquid would help with the stuffy head, right? I'm going with that.

It's just one of those days. I'm shuffling around as if I'm 100 years old, which by the way is what I feel like. I already took my get well quick pills (from Arbonne) along with my hot coffee. Hopefully, I will feel better soon. Did I mention that my eyes hurt too? I've been awake for 2 1/2 hours already...maybe it is time for a nap.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

In His Own Words...

I know that many of my blogs have been political lately but, being only a week away from the presidential election I am not thinking of much else.

I want you to read an excerpt from Barak Obama's book, DREAMS FROM MY FATHER:A STORY OF RACE AND INHERITANCE. Barack Obama talks of his time at Occidental College in California. Here's a quote from pages 100 and 101:
To avoid being mistaken for a sellout, I chose my friends carefully.The more politically active black students.The foreign students.The Chicanos.The Marxist Professors and the structural feminists and punk-rock performance poets.We smoked cigarettes and wore leather jackets.At night,in the dorms,we discussed neocolonialism,Franz Fanon,Eurocentrism,and patriarchy.When we ground out our cigarettes in the hallway carpet or set our stereos so loud that the walls began to shake,we were resisting bourgeois society's stifling constraints.We weren't indifferent or careless or insecure.We were alienated."

Now, as I read the words, " I chose my friends carefully"  jumped out at me. If that was important enough for him to write, it obviously meant something to him.  So, this makes me wonder...if Mr. Obama is the type of disciplined man that chooses his friends carefully.....then why sit in a pew of a Pastor Wright for 20 years? Why have associations with a long list of people that have questionable character? Barak Obama strikes me as the type of man who knows EXACTLY what he is doing when he CHOOSES the people for his inner circle. I'm beginning to believe more and more that he CHOSE to overlook the histories of the people he spent time with. Not because he was ignorant of their histories, not because he even disagreed with thier views,  but because he used each of those people as a means to an end. Mr. Obama is obviously a well educated and driven man. It is my opinion that in his mind if he had to swim in the putrid pool with this long list of people in order to further his political ambitions then so be it.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Go Megyn!

Megyn from FOX news sure doesn't take any guff off anyone. An Obama spokesman, Bill Burton, was on this afternoon attempting to defend his candidate--defending Obama from Obama's own words. A taped interview with Obama (from a local radio station--NPR Chicago) in 2001 was recently released. This radio interview was of Obama himself stating his socialist tendencies. He talked about redistribution of wealth....and this interview was years before his "slip" with Joe the plumber. I think this goes to show that this is nothing new with Obama. This is something he has agreed with for YEARS. Bill Burton was trashing FOX news for airing this interview from 2001, but the truth is it was from a CHICAGO radio station. Obama's town, right???
This whole thing about wealth distribution is really getting on my nerves. Why should the top 25% of the tax PAYERS, give their money to the 40% that DON'T even pay ANY taxes? What is with that? For those that receive the money.....That just screams welfare. It screams government handouts. It screams an entitlement mentality. Seems to me that Obama wants to cap the American dream. Why would people want to work hard only to be forced to hand out their money to those who aren't paying in anyway? Can anyone say resentment??????

Thursday, October 23, 2008

A Modern Day Tale

This is a story that was written by another bloggy friend ( Take time to read it...

Following is a modern day fairy tale.

Once upon a time, an ordinary everyday woman named Ms. Rouge decided to open a bakery. You see, she was gifted in the art of making beautiful, delicious pies….chocolate ones, strawberry ones, coconut creme, key lime, pecan…every pie known to man could be made better and more tasty by Ms. Rouge’s talented hands.

Ms. Rouge knew that to open her own bakery she needed to hire some helpers to keep her bakery clean and spiffy. So she put advertisements in the newspaper and put a sign in the door. Many people walked by her help-wanted sign, but no one wished to be a menial dish washer. While she waited for help to arrive, she set to work.

Now Ms. Rouge belonged to the Green Earth Society and chose to grow her own ingredients in her own back yard. She spent hours tilling the ground, planting seeds, encouraging the sprouts, watering in the drought, spraying pepper spray to keep away pests. The villagers in town crowded around her garden plot, watching her work.

Who will help me plant these organic wheat seeds?

she asked.

Not I,” said Mr. Chien. “I don’t like the dirt.”

The other villagers wandered away. Some went to watch more TV, some hung out on the corner and played some football, others hurried out to the post office for their monthly check from the government. They were curious and wondered at the sweat beading up on Ms. Rouge’s brow, but not once did they offer to help.

Soon the time came for harvesting. The stalks of wheat looked strange standing up against the backdrop of the crowded city streets. The fruit trees were heavy with apples, peaches, and plums. Because it was a small patch, Ms. Rouge couldn’t rely on heavy farming machinery to cut the wheat for her. She had to do it by hand. The scythe weighed nearly as much as she did.

Would anyone like to help me harvest this wheat? I’ll give you a share of what we gather,” she panted.

But none of the villagers had any use for grain. They could buy flour already milled at the grocery store. Why should they expend so much energy for a few measly grains of wheat?

So Ms. Rouge harvested the wheat and the fruit all by herself and soon found herself knee-deep in grains that needed grinding. She scoured the internet and found a mill to grind her wheat, but it was expensive. She’d already spent much money on the bakery, the wheat, and the fruit trees, but she needed the mill in order to get her business off the ground. None of the villagers were interested in helping her purchase the mill, but they all stood around and watched after FedEx delivered it the next day.

Again, the villagers crowded around her strange contraption. Many of them had not seen such a thing in their lifetimes. And again, when she gasped from exertion in lifting the heavy bags and asked for a little help, no one had the time. They all scattered away to spend time pinging friends on MySpace and playing online poker.

Finally, the wheat was ground into a nice, organic flour. It was time for the baking to begin. Did anyone want to help her roll out the dough? Again, the villagers were too busy. She offered to pay minimum wage for some helpers, but many of the villagers were not willing to roll dough for $6.55 an hour. She did find a couple villagers who were eager for the work. They got up early and began baking the next day.

Soon a delicious aroma hovered over the village. The warm scents of apples and cinnamon, peaches, chocolate and sugar made a heady combination. The first pies were warm out of the oven, and the whole village turned out to see what was making that heavenly perfume.

They crowded around and in her bakery. Everyone wanted a taste of the delicious pies.

Wouldn’t it be neighborly for her to share her pie with us?” they asked each other in whispers that soon turned to shouts. Before long, the whole village circled her bakery, chanting in unison,

We want pie! We want pie! We want pie!

But Ms. Rouge didn’t want to give her pies away. She had invested almost all of her money and her sweat and tears in the making of this bakery, because baking pies was her dream. Why were these people demanding that she give them some of the pies that she’d worked so hard to make? These people who had the same opportunity that she had…these villagers who had walked past her “Help Wanted” sign and who had refused to lift one finger to help her grow her business…these villagers now had the audacity…the Audacity of Hope, perhaps, that she would just give away all of her hard work?

No, you can’t have any pie,” she shouted over their clamoring voices. “I offered to hire you to help me, but you wanted to play instead. I offered a chance for you to invest some sweat equity into my bakery, but you said you didn’t like working in the dirt. You strong men stood around and watched me break my back cutting down the wheat. You may buy some of my pie, but I won’t just give it away. No, you can’t freely share in my pie because you haven’t earned it!”

Having said that, she turned and gave wages and slices of pie to the few workers who had worked and sweated with her. Ms. Rouge, however, was in for a big surprise.

Just as she and her workers settled down to enjoy a hot steaming slice of pecan pie, a motorcade pulled up to the village. Sirens were blaring and a voice boomed over a loudspeaker.

Ms. Rouge….hand over your pie, please. This is the President speaking.

What? The President of the Village? Here? In front of her bakery? Flustered, Ms. Rouge stepped through the doorway as a man in a suit waved a fat file folder at her.

Everybody here wants some pie. We want to grow the pie. And then we want a slice of the pie,” the newly-elected President said to the rousing cheers and chants of the villagers surrounding the bakery. “We have a new direction in the village,” he continued. “Haven’t you heard?”

At that point the President’s economic adviser stepped up and informed her of the village’s new economic policy.

“We’ve been living here with decades being told government is the source of all the problems. The fact is we’re finding out we have to rely on government to solve some of these problems. … With new leadership we can change that sorry picture.”

Dejected, Ms. Rouge allowed the villagers to have–free of charge–her hard-earned pies. By the time they all tramped out of the bakery, over three-fourths of her inventory was gone. Because she’d spent so much of her money investing in wheat, fruit trees, and bakery equipment, the money she had left after she’d paid her workers their wages was paltry. She had to lay off two of her three helpers just to have enough left over to invest in another round of wheat.

After six months of being forced to give away her pies, Ms. Rouge closed the door on her bakery — and on her dream — for the last time. There was no incentive or joy in baking anymore. She was unable to keep up with the big-shop bakery around the corner and was losing more money than she was taking in. So much of her surplus earnings were being redirected by the Village Government that she had no extra to reinvest and improve her bakery.

The next day, Ms. Rouge showed up at the big-shop bakery around the corner, watching her new life unfold in gory detail. She joined in with the chanting,

We want pie!”

and then she shuddered as a moldy piece of smushed up pie filled with artificial fillers was placed in her outstretched hands.

Proverbs 6
Save yourself like a gazelle escaping from a hunter,
like a bird fleeing from a net.

Take a lesson from the ants, you lazybones.
Learn from their ways and become wise!
Though they have no prince
or governor or ruler to make them work,
they labor hard all summer,
gathering food for the winter.
But you, lazybones, how long will you sleep?
When will you wake up?
A little extra sleep, a little more slumber,
a little folding of the hands to rest—
then poverty will pounce on you like a bandit;
scarcity will attack you like an armed robber.

(My apologies to the original author of The Little Red Hen.) If we do not rise up and pray and vote (in that order), we might just find ourselves being forced to give away what little pie we have left.

By the way, if you clicked on the link noted in the text, you’ll see that the words of the President of the village are not fiction. They are fact. They were spoken by Senator Obama yesterday, and the crowd around him roared…

We want pie! We want pie!

My question to them, and to you is…who will bake these pies? Will the ants stand by and let the grasshoppers run over them?

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Visiting In Texas

Scott and I and the kids are visiting family in Texas this week. (Part of the reason I haven't been blogging the past few days.) Now when you think of Texas what do you think of? Dallas, Austin, Houston? Texas Longhorns? The Alamo? Don't mess with Texas? Yeah, me too. Texas is all that and then some. Texas is hot. Texas is flat. But Texans love their state that is for sure. Brittany said (and I agree) that Texas is the only state people wear clothing that has the state name all over it. This is not including state university/college clothing. I'm talking shirts that say things like: Texas Girl, Texas Cowboy, Texas is #1, Don't Mess with Texas, Everything's Bigger in Texas etc. etc. Yes, these people LOVE their state.
On a drive this morning Scott and I were taking pictures. We came across a country store on the side of the road. We had to take a picture of it. The big sign out front stated, JUICY HAMBURGERS one one side, and LIVE BAIT on the other. Now, if that doesn't sound yummy then I don't know what is. Maybe that is the secret! Maybe that is why everything is bigger in Texas. People just don't eat their veggies---they also eat lots of protein. Hamburgers and live you know the rest of the story!

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Um...I think I'm lost.

Yesterday I took the kids to a corn maze. Oakes Farm has a huge corn maze each year. We've gone the past 3 years so now it has become sort of a tradition. There are two regular mazes and one scary "Trail of Doom" maze. Bradley wanted to go on that one, but I did not. Since I didn't want to go the other kids wouldn't Bradley settled and just did the regular mazes with us. He wasn't brave enough to go on the Trail of Doom by himself! I wasn't brave enough, period!
Anyway, Kendrick and Bradley split up from Breanna and me. They took the first maze and we took the second one...each maze took us about an hour to get through. We covered nearly 5 miles by the time we were done. I call that my exercise for the day.
Now, you have to understand that I am a landmark kind of a girl. I took at things around me to get my bearings. That is not really possible in a cornfield, where the stalks are 9 feet high. One really can't see a whole lot... but more corn. Thank goodness that Breanna is more analytical and was trying to figure out the small hand map that we received. She was pretty good....and we only had to seriously back track a few times. Of course, by the time we got to the second maze it was dark and the moon wasn't out so you could hardly see your hand in front of your face much less a map. I did have my cell phone which we sort of used to see the map, but it wasn't all that much help in the big scheme of things. As it got darker I was getting a little creeped out. Anything could be in this thick corn. We were secluded out here in the middle of the country. I decided if anything jumped out at me from the corn, I'd break off a stalk and beat it to death. Hey people, your mind starts to play tricks on you!!
After roughly another hour we managed to walk out of the corn. Nothing had attacked us and we felt pretty good about the trek we had just completed.
Of course all this walking works up a hunger so I treated the kiddos to nachos and hot chocolates at the barn. While Breanna and I were waiting for our snacks, a skeleton zombie (VERY creepy! This guy was good!) walks up behind us. He stands there. He evidently "escaped" from the Trail of Doom. I didn't realize he was there at first. But then I turned around and there he was. I wish I would have been thinking on my feet. I would have turned around and said to him, "Hey, you look really familiar. Don't I know you? Didn't we go to college together?" Of course, that would have taken the wind out of his sails a little bit, but it would have been funny. He looked like something out of Tales from the Crypt. So, that was our adventure. A cool Fall evening in the country, in the corn, with hot chocolate and zombies. What more could a girl ask for?

Friday, October 17, 2008

Who Knew?

Did you get to see the banquet last night in New York City that both presidential candidates attended? Who knew John McCain was so funny and had such good comedic timing? He was hysterical. I was laughing out loud. He was able to poke fun at himself and even at others and yet make everyone laugh. It was nice to see this side of him.
Obama had some good lines too, but he didn't seem nearly as comfortable with his funny speech as McCain did with his.
I have to say though, that both of them seemed to be having a good time and it was nice to see some smiles on faces for a change. It was good for everyone to just sit back and have a good laugh.

Woolly Bears

It's that time of year again when the woolly bears are out. Woolly bears (or woolly caterpillars) are really what will become the Isabella Tiger Moth. These caterpillars are black, rust, or a mixture of both. They are famous for being able to predict the winter weather. If the woolly bear is all black, winter will be harsh. If he is all rust or his rust colored stripe is large then winter will be mild. I looked on line under the Old Farmers Almanac to see what people across the country were saying about weather predictions. Many people are finding ALL BLACK woolly bears. Uh oh. We are in for a hard winter. Several states and Ohio is one of them, found woolly white caterpillars!! One lady said that an old wives tales says that all white means lots of winter snow storms. This goes right along with what I've read about the upcoming weather for this winter. Supposedly we are beginning a weather pattern we haven't seen in nearly a decade. After many mild winters for most of the country, we are now to see a "weather backlash" and this winter for most of the U.S. will be extremely cold and snowy.
I guess only time will tell.....we will find out shortly whether or not these predictions will come true. In the meantime keep your eyes open for those fat colored caterpillars, they just might know a secret.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Call Me Sentimental...

I would not call myself a pack rat, but I wouldn't call myself a minimalist either. I was working (again!) on packing the kitchen yesterday. Most everyone has one drawer somewhere in the house that has become the "junk" drawer. I cleaned ours out yesterday. Even cleaning out the junk drawer can be sentimental. I was going through the drawer deciding what to keep and what to throw out. I came across a bag of birthday candles. Some used (the big number candles) and a lot unused still in the boxes. I put everything in a ziploc bag to take with me....I love having candles on birthday can't ever have too many birthday candles. As I packed up the candles I was taken back to the birthday parties....the year of "Scooby Doo", "The Pirates", "Sponge Bob" and "Confetti". Some people don't like to celebrate birthdays but that is not me! I LOVE birthdays. The day someone was born is special and the perfect time to celebrate. I love putting up the birthday banner and allowing the kids to use the "It's your special day" plate. They can think their mom is hokey, but I know they secretly love it.
I found a receipt attached to the manual for the refrigerator that my first husband and I bought in April of 1993. It costs us $657 at Lowe's. So, I did a little math--wow, that refrigerator is 15 years old! I've had that refrigerator longer then I've had my son. That refrigerator outlived my dog, Buster. Yes, I will eventually need to trade it in for a newer model without unknown sticky stuff on it, no stained areas that just won't come clean, no inside shelf that keeps coming loose, and one that doesn't have some lost magnets stuck to the back of it. See what I mean? I am even sentimental about a refrigerator.
There is a door in our kitchen that is at the stairwell that goes downstairs to the basement. I already told Scott that we are taking that door with us. I'm taking it right off it's hinges. No, I'm not kidding. That door has the kids heights measured off since they were very young. That door has memories etched in love. It has permanent black marker marks to announce when my son made it past the 5 foot mark. It has dates of great growth spurts and shows that my daughter might make it to 5'1". No one else that buys our house is going to care about that door....not like I do. That door is a symbol to me of family and by goodness it's going with me on our move to Ohio. It has a place in our new home....and I will continue to mark height until the children move out of the house.....well then maybe I will start marking the heights of grandchildren.
Moving is not only a lot of physical work, but it's also a lot of emotional work. No wonder I stay so exhausted.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

No Matter What Party You Are....

No matter what party you are I think you will find this interesting. Please read. This is Michelle Obama speaking to the African Press. Not only does she think white conservatives are against her husband but any black people that don't agree with Obama are just envious. Give me a break!!!

October 15th, 2008 at 12:25 am






Count the number times she says, “White and Racist”..and he was ADOPTED!!


Shocking development: Mrs Obama decides enough is enough: “My husband was born in Hawaii and adopted by his step father, does that make him unpatriotic; she asks”, on a direct telephone to API.
Posted by africanpress on October 15, 2008

Accusing API of colluding with American internet bloggers in an effort to bring down her husband, Mrs Obama said she decided to call API because of what she termed, API’s help to spread rumours created by American bloggers and other racist media outlets in their efforts to damage a black man’s name, saying she hopes African Media was mature enough to be in the front to give unwavering support to her husband, a man Africans should identify themselves with.

When API told her that our online news media was only relaying what the American Bloggers and other media outlets had discovered through their investigations, Mrs Obama was angered and she came out loud with the following: “African press International is supposed to support Africans and African-American view,” and she went to state that, “it is strange that API has chosen to support the racists against my husband. There is no shame in being adopted by a step father. All dirt has been thrown onto my husband’s face and yet he loves this country. My husband and I know that there is no law that will stop him from becoming the president, just because some American white racists are bringing up the issue of my husband’s adoption by His step father. The important thing here is where my husband’s heart is at the moment. I can tell the American people that My husband loves this country and his adoption never changed his love for this country. He was born in Hawaii, yes, and that gives him all the right to be an American citizen even though he was adopted by a foreigner; says Michelle Obama on telefon to API.”

This is a very interesting turn of events. The American man Dr Corsi was recently reported to have been arrested in Kenya because there was fear that he might reveal information on Obama when he wanted to hold a press conference in Nairobi.

The question now is why he was arrested and who ordered his arrest. Was Obama’s hand in this in any way? We will never know the truth but what is clear is that Dr Corsi was seen as a threat while in Kenya.

When API asked Mrs Obama to comment on why Dr Corsi was arrested by the Kenyan government and whether she thought Kenya’s Prime Minister Mr Raila Odinga was involved in Dr Corsi’s arrest, she got irritated and and simply told API not to dig that which will support evil people who are out to stop her husband from getting the presidency.

When asked who she was referring to as the evil people, she stated that she was not going to elaborate much on that but that many conservative white people and even some African Americans were against her husband, but that this group of blacks were simply doing so because of envy.

On Farakhan and his ministry, Mrs Obama told API that it was unfortunate that Mr Farakhan came out the way he did supporting her husband openly before the elections was over. That was not wholehearted support but one that was calculated to convince the American people that my husband will support the growth of muslim faith if he became the president, adding “even if my husband was able to prove that he is not a Muslim, he will not be believed by those who have come out strongly to destroy his chances of being the next President. Do real people expect someone to deny a religion when 80 percent of his relatives are Muslims?; Mrs Obama asked.

Mrs Obama asked API to write a good story about her husband and that will earn API an invitation to the inauguration ceremony when, as she put it , her husband will be installed as the next President of the United States of America next year.


Published by African Press International - API

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

From a Simple Woman's Day Blog

I was reading some "mom" blogs and came across a mom who used The Simple Woman's Day Blog format. I thought it was I'll give it a try.

Outside my window. . .it's pretty dark on my road with the exception of the yellow glow under the street lights.

I am thinking. . .about how I need to just take a deep breath and relax.

From the learning room. . .nothing right now, because it's 10:30 at night.

I am thankful for. . .my family.

From the kitchen. . .is Bradley's left over birthday cake...and it is very tempting.

I am wearing. . .my PJ's. Paisley bottoms and a green shirt.

I am creating. . .special journals for each of the kids.

I am going. . .to write a book one day.

I am reading. . .Paula Deen's autobiography.

I am hoping. . .that I get a good nights rest and keep a good attitude.

I am hearing. . .My daughter making silly nonsense. She is purposely trying to drive me nuts.

Around the house. . .packed boxes, packing tape, permanent marker, bubble wrap....the story of my life from now until we move.

One of my favorite things. . .reading a good book.

A few plans for the rest of the week. . .taking the kids to the local corn maze and then drinking hot chocolate after we get done.

Here is a picture thought I am sharing. . .sorry I am not proficient at getting pictures on here yet. Don't laugh at me.

Wealth Redistribution

Well, now the latest story is about Obama's tax his own words he said he wants to "spread the wealth around". What's with that? Doesn't that smack of socialism or Marxism? Also he wants to give a yearly tax credit (money back) to those who aren't even paying any taxes into the system!! How is that fair? Those of us who took it upon ourselves to become educated, have or had good jobs and make a decent living need to redistribute the wealth? What is the incentive to do well if it's going to be taxed right out of you? While others NOT paying taxes are getting money sent to them???? I deeply resent that. Now, before anyone jumps on me about giving to the poor.....not being my brother's keeper.....I have ALWAYS donated my time and money to various charities, ever since I understood the point of it. I gave because I WANTED too, not because I was FORCED too by the government. What is the incentive to try and better yourself if you know that you are going to be taxed to death for actually working and making something of yourself? And why is it my responsibility to pay for those who choose to not work, or who didn't excel in school or for that matter didn't even try to do well? Yes, there are people like that out there. Where does personal responsibility for your own self come into this? The American people for the most part are a giving group of people--when people are down and out we want to help, but we want it to be OUR choice.

Go to the Heritage Foundation at / and look up the article on Obama's plan. Read it for yourself. Be enlightened.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Flattery Will Get You Everywhere:)

This is just a short blog for today...I promise to blog longer tomorrow. I promised the kiddos that after soccer practice tonight I'd drop by Taco Bell and pick up some tacos for a snack. Well, when I went through the drive-thru, I ordered 10 soft tacos (5 apiece for the boys) and 4 crunchy for Breanna. The young man whistles into the speaker and says, "that's a lot of tacos". I reply back, "that I have three hungry teens to feed." Well, as I pull up to the window to pay, the young man sticks his head out the window to get a good look at me and smiles and says, "How old are your kids? There is no way you are old enough to have teenagers!" Now, this guy looked like a young Will Smith. Nice looking young man. He obviously was very personable and outgoing. I told him, "thank you and you just made my evening."
Personally, I think he might have a vision problem, but I don't care. He was sweet and made this forty year old mama smile.....and I will be back to that Taco Bell, just because of him!!!

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Dawn The Spider Slayer

For the past several days I've been working at packing our downstairs. It is a thankless job. Just me and cat....and he only comes down here because he's hungry and wants to use the litter box. So, it has pretty much been up to me to get the job done. I'm pretty proud of my progress if I do say so myself. (and I think I will) Packing and moving is not for the faint of heart.
Now keep in mind, the "downstairs" is the finished basement. That is all fine and dandy except for the fact that I do occasionally come across spiders. Now, we all know how I feel about spiders. Not my friends. Never will be. I'm sure God had His reasons for creating them. I just don't understand the reasoning. So what if the world was overrun with bugs because of no spiders?!
So, on with my story....I was downstairs going through stuff when WHAM!! out of nowhere and crawling very fast was a big brown spider. I could not let him get away only to have him pop out at me later. So I tracked him down. He was fast...but I was faster. He backed up....he knew what was coming. Squish. Hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do, to protect herself from the evils of the arachnids. You can just call me Dawn the Spider Slayer.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

The Only Way For Evil To Prevail Is If Good Men Do Nothing

Charles Krauthammer had an excellent article that I am going to share with you at the bottom of my blog for today. I thought he said some very profound things...things that most of us have been or are thinking. I'm getting more than a little sick and tired of hearing the liberals cry "foul" anytime anyone dares to ask questions about Obama's associations. Get over it people! We want to know the truth. The real truth...not the slicked up political truth. Not the glossed over truth...but the REAL truth.
One of my readers the other day made a very good point. "If Obama had been attempting to get any other military or civilian job there is no way he would be hired with his associations" (Yet he can candidate to be PRESIDENT?) I think all these things that are coming out speak to Obama's character. I don't apologize for not being able to overlook it.

I hope Mr. Krauthammer won't mind me showing others his excellent take on the Obama situation. Read on. Make sure to read the whole article (it's not long). The things he says at the end are very profound in my opinion. ----

" WASHINGTON -- Convicted felon Tony Rezko. Unrepentant terrorist Bill Ayers. And the race-baiting Rev. Jeremiah Wright. It is hard to think of any presidential candidate before Barack Obama sporting associations with three more execrable characters. Yet let the McCain campaign raise the issue, and the mainstream media begin fulminating about dirty campaigning tinged with racism and McCarthyite guilt by association.

But associations are important. They provide a significant insight into character. They are particularly relevant in relation to a potential president as new, unknown, opaque and self-contained as Obama. With the economy overshadowing everything, it may be too late politically to be raising this issue. But that does not make it, as conventional wisdom holds, in any way illegitimate.

McCain has only himself to blame for the bad timing. He should months ago have begun challenging Obama's associations, before the economic meltdown allowed the Obama campaign (and the mainstream media, which is to say the same thing) to dismiss the charges as an act of desperation by the trailing candidate.

McCain had his chance back in April when the North Carolina Republican Party ran a gubernatorial campaign ad that included the linking of Obama with Jeremiah Wright. The ad was duly denounced by The New York Times and other deep thinkers as racist.

This was patently absurd. Racism is treating people differently and invidiously on the basis of race. Had any white presidential candidate had a close 20-year association with a white preacher overtly spreading race hatred from the pulpit, that candidate would have been not just universally denounced and deemed unfit for office but written out of polite society entirely.

Nonetheless, John McCain in his infinite wisdom, and with his overflowing sense of personal rectitude, joined the braying mob in denouncing that perfectly legitimate ad, saying it had no place in any campaign. In doing so, McCain unilaterally disarmed himself, rendering off-limits Obama's associations, an issue that even Hillary Clinton addressed more than once.

Obama's political career was launched with Ayers giving him a fundraiser in his living room. If a Republican candidate had launched his political career at the home of an abortion-clinic bomber -- even a repentant one -- he would not have been able to run for dogcatcher in Podunk. And Ayers shows no remorse. His only regret is that he "didn't do enough."

Why are these associations important? Do I think Obama is as corrupt as Rezko? Or shares Wright's angry racism or Ayers' unreconstructed 1960s radicalism?

No. But that does not make these associations irrelevant. They tell us two important things about Obama. First, his cynicism and ruthlessness. He found these men useful, and use them he did. Would you attend a church whose pastor was spreading racial animosity from the pulpit? Would you even shake hands with -- let alone serve on two boards with -- an unrepentant terrorist, whether he bombed U.S. military installations or abortion clinics?

Most Americans would not, on the grounds of sheer indecency. Yet Obama did, if not out of conviction then out of expediency. He was a young man on the make, an unknown outsider working his way into Chicago politics. He played the game with everyone, without qualms and with obvious success.

Obama is not the first politician to rise through a corrupt political machine. But he is one of the rare few to then have the audacity to present himself as a transcendent healer, hovering above and bringing redemption to the "old politics" -- of the kind he had enthusiastically embraced in Chicago in the service of his own ambition.

Second, and even more disturbing than the cynicism, is the window these associations give on Obama's core beliefs. He doesn't share Rev. Wright's poisonous views of race nor Ayers' views, past and present, about the evil that is American society. But Obama clearly did not consider these views beyond the pale. For many years he swam easily and without protest in that fetid pond.

Until now. Today, on the threshold of the presidency, Obama concedes the odiousness of these associations, which is why he has severed them. But for the years in which he sat in Wright's pews and shared common purpose on boards with Ayers, Obama considered them a legitimate, indeed unremarkable, part of social discourse.

Do you? Obama is a man of first-class intellect and first-class temperament. But his character remains highly suspect. There is a difference between temperament and character. Equanimity is a virtue. Tolerance of the obscene is not."

**** Charles Krauthammer is a 1987 Pulitzer Prize winner, 1984 National Magazine Award winner, and a columnist for The Washington Post since 1985.****

---Seems to me that maybe Obama saw all these questionable relationships as a means to an end.....whatever it took to climb the political ladder. Whatever, indeed.

Gunfire at The Center Mall

Good grief! What is the matter with Knoxville? This morning I read the paper and saw that there was a fatal shooting at the Knoxville Center Mall (formerly East Town). A man goes in and shoots dead an employee at a mens clothing store. Wednesday afternoon at the mall turned into a shoot out at the OK Corral. Now, I personally used to go to this mall in the late 80's and early to mid 90's, but there is no way I'd go there now. It's really gone downhill over the past 10 years. Sad, but true.
Over the past couple of years Knoxville has had some really scary crime. Let's do a SHORT run down.
***The Christiansen/Newsome murders by the 4-5 sadistic thugs.
***The love triangle with the husband who killed his wife's 18 yr. old lover.
***The shooting/killing a few months ago at the Unitarian Church.
***The shooting/killing at Central High School at the beginning of school this year.
***The murder of the young woman by the illegal immigrant at the Days Inn.
***This fatal shooting at the Center Mall. (according to the paper, this happened 2 other times this year)
Knoxville is a nice city---or at least it used to be. I'm really glad to be moving. I definitely don't feel as safe as I used to. (This is not to mention the car break ins that I've had to deal with personally.) I know there are no places that are completely safe in today's world, but there are some that are safer then others.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008


I was totally creeped out reading an article in a British newspaper this morning. The paper reported that scientists at a Japanese university have successfully created a VERY life like robotic girl. Japanese boffins from Tsukuba University developed the Hybrid Assistive Limb (HAL) suit using flexible silicon skin. I saw the video that was provided with the article. It was scary, because she did look so life like. Supposedly, this robot child is to be used to help the disabled...but it seems like something out of a Japanese horror film. Maybe it's just me, but if I wouldn't want something so human looking waiting on me. That is what is creepy...she looks human, but she is not. If we are going to have robots I'd just as soon they LOOK like robots. The company Cyberdyne Inc. is to start mass production on this robot later this week.

Monday, October 6, 2008

A Friend To Israel

For years I've known about and read online about the International Christian Embassy in Jerusalem (ICEJ). Christians from all over the world that are committed to the Jewish people. Here is an excerpt from their homepage. (

.....Diplomacy of Love
The International Christian Embassy Jerusalem was founded in 1980 by Christians from around the world as an act of solidarity with the Jewish people's 3,000-year-old claim and connection to Jerusalem. Today the Christian Embassy represents millions of believers from over 125 countries who share a love and concern for Israel and the Jewish people. Thus the ICEJ is considered the world's largest Christian Zionist organization, with active representation in nearly 80 nations. Some 50 full-time staff serve in our Jerusalem headquarters coming from over a dozen countries and speaking many different languages. We invite you to consider us as your Embassy in Jerusalem.

Work and Witness
The Embassy's work and witness is founded on the mandate of Isaiah 40:1, "Comfort, comfort my people…" For more than 25 years the ICEJ has been reaching out in practical ways to the people of Israel, while seeking to inform, educate and inspire Christians round the world to stand against the rising tide of hostility and anti-Semitism directed against the Jewish State. Our Ministry spans four distinct areas, to Comfort Israel, Educate the Church, Celebrate God’s faithfulness, and Confront anti-Semitism............

I've read the book by Don Finto entitled YOUR PEOPLE SHALL BE MY PEOPLE. It was very interesting. We, as Gentiles, have a responsibility to stand with the Jewish people in unity against those who would seek their destruction.

Recently during her Katie Couric interview, governor Sarah Palin mentioned that we in this country should stand with Israel as their ally against those in the middle east that relish the thought of seeing Israel wiped off the face of the map. Ahmadinejad himself stated that Israel is a "stinking corpse". She as a fellow Christian understands the importance of the Jewish nation from a Biblical perspective. As a politician she also understands Israel's need for an ally against terror groups that would have them dead.

(As stated in Wikipedia----Ahmadinejad is a critic of the George W. Bush Administration and supports strengthened relations with Russia, Venezuela, Syria, and the Persian Gulf states.[7][8][9] He has said Iran's nuclear program is for peaceful purposes and has refused to end enrichment despite United Nations Security Council resolutions.[10]

He has called for the dissolution of the state of Israel and its government, which he does not regard as legitimate or representative of the population,[11][12] and for free elections in the region. He believes that the Palestinians need a stronger voice in the region's future.[13][14] One of his most controversial statements was one in which, according to the initial Islamic Republic News Agency translation, he called for Israel to be "wiped off the map," though the interpretation of this quote is disputed.[15][16] He has also been condemned for describing the Holocaust as a myth,[15][17] which has led to accusations of anti-semitism.[18] In response to these criticisms, Ahmadinejad said “No, I am not anti-Jew, I respect them very much.”[19]) ------to me this man is pure evil.

Yet after all this, Senator Obama if elected president, would sit down with no preconditions and talk with this man????
It is no secret that many in the middle east would destroy Israel if given the chance. How scary that Obama has had dealings with more then one person who's reputations are questionable concerning this...who have such radical ideas.... Why doesn't he want anyone really finding out much about his father's relationship with radicals in Kenya? His college days and groups he was involved in? Or his early days in Chicago and groups he was working with or people he knew? I think all these relationships speak loudly AND clearly to his true character. Is it possible that he is hiding his true feelings behind his slick political exterior? One has to wonder.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Ode to Autumn

A chill in the air
Canadian geese I hear?
Time for sweaters
autumn is here!

Pumpkins, and corn shocks
hot chocolate mix
football and soccer
My autumn fix!

The smell of chimney smoke
is in the air,
A fire in the fireplace
the perfect pair.

This season is a favorite
because of family together
holidays that bring us close
No matter the weather.

I love this season
it truly is the best
snuggling in before
the long winters rest.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Illegal Immigrants

I am fuming mad! Let me tell you the story and then you will understand why I feel like I do.
A couple of weeks ago a 21 year old young woman from Alabama came to Knoxville with her restaurant coworkers. They were going to be setting up a new restaurant here in my town. Well, they were staying at a Days Inn. This young woman went into her hotel room...and was in for the night at 11:30pm when she called her mom on her cell phone. Sometime during the night a young 19 year old ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT from Mexico that was an employee of the Inn used a master key card to get into her room. The girl did not show up for a meeting with her coworkers the next morning and they grew concerned. A couple days later, her naked body was found by a man who was out fishing. The police found out that this young man from the Days Inn was married with a child. The wife turned over bloody clothes to the police. The man was taken into custody.
Now, Knoxville is no sanctuary city and the people here have no sympathy for this guy. They are angry (and who can blame them!). This was not some seedy motel. She was a girl who was well liked, had a job, was minding her own business. It is chilling to think that this guy must have been watching her and knew she was by herself in that room. The thing is HE SHOULD NOT EVEN BE IN THIS COUNTRY!!!! How dare he come here and kill our country's own citizen! It is just unbelievable.....and what about the Days Inn hiring him? They said his papers looked "real". WHATEVER!!! If I were her family I'd sue the Days Inn for everything they are worth. Why did he have access to a master key? Was a background check done on this guy? Where was everyone when this was going on?
I am not against people coming to this country LEGALLY. We have rules and regulations that must be followed and this is not happening when people SNEAK across the border and get fake documents.
It sickens me to know that this poor girl lost her life at the hands of a man that, if we were doing our job, shouldn't even be here.

Being Fair

I watched the VP debate last night and Gwen Ifill did a fine job. I didn't notice that she acted biased towards either candidate. I feel like she went out of her way to be fair to both on the stage. So, after my blog the other day, I just felt that I needed to follow up on this.
Also, I think Sarah Palin did a fine job last night and showed that she can hold her own in a debate.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words

Those of you that regularly follow my blog know that my family and I are in the process of packing up all our worldly possessions to move to a new state in just a couple of months. My dear husband is in Ohio overseeing our house being built, while I am back here in Tennessee packing. Yesterday, while sitting cross legged on my living room floor, with pictures and various keepsakes piled all around me, I had one of those thoughtful moments. As I scanned through my pictures I was overwhelmed. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I clutched the pictures of my life tightly in my hands. An incredible feeling of love swept over me as I looked at the faces of the people that are so close to my heart. There was my Nannan. She has been gone for 20 years now....but for a minute she was there with me, on that first day of October. I was brought back to our conversations about Autumn and my love of the change of season....our conversations about the weather and temperature patterns flitted through my mind. I have such good memories of my grandmother. I continued to scan through pictures and saw the faces of my family members. My aunt in a red wooly sweater (that she probably got for one of her famous discounts), my cousins at various family get togethers that seem like they were just yesterday. My mom at her college graduation, and my sister holding her newborn baby. The smiling faces of my little nieces....Oh, and the pictures I have of my sweet little boy.....his little face at 3 weeks old, his giggly smile at two, his Christmas pictures at four, his sports pictures throughout the years....the emotion of how very much I love him was almost too overwhelming for me to take in. I came across the pictures that I had at my late husband's funeral. Pictures from his life that my sister had helped organize into a frame. His smiling face haunted my thoughts. He has been gone for eight years next month and in many ways it seems like a lifetime ago. There was a picture of us on our wedding day in July of 1992. I looked at that picture and it seems like I'm looking at a stranger. That young girl had no idea what lay ahead of her. What she would endure in the years to come. What strength she would need. I gazed at pictures of myself. The tan, and slender blonde that was a college co-ed. The silly girl with her arms around her friends. The young mother with a baby on her hip. The devoted wife to a terminally ill husband. The school teacher with her students, the step mom. Then on top of the pile I have new pictures. I have pictures of my step children. My daughter in her fourth grade class picture, my son dressed in his hockey gear. A picture of my in laws, who lovingly treat me as one of their own children. I have pictures of my new husband on our very first, meeting you for the first time picture. We both have goofy smiles on our face. I have the handsome picture that we had taken at our wedding where we look like we could be the couple on top of the wedding cake. The fun pictures, the goofy pictures, the happy pictures. The pictures of my life. Oh, how I have been blessed. The people that have touched my life and who are forever caught on film, trapped in time, and locked in my heart. So, many times I take my life for granted....expecting that tomorrow will always come. But the truth is sometimes it doesn't. I should never take any of these people that have so profoundly touched my life for granted. I was reminded of all the relationships that are dear to me yesterday as I sat there on the floor surrounded by my life. My cup runneth over and for that I am so very grateful.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Yeah, right.

I thought that the people picked to moderate for the debates were supposed to be objective. Well, evidently not for the vice presidential debate. Gwen Ifill will be moderating for tomorrow's debate between Palin and Biden. She is so in the tank for Obama that it isn't even funny. She wrote a book lavishing praise on Obama that is due out on Inauguration Day 2009. She's written an article for Essence magazine about the Obama family, speaking of them as if they are the "new" Kennedys. It seems to me that she has a vested interest in Obama/Biden winning this election, so that her book does well. Do we really believe that she is going to be able to objectively moderate during this debate? I just don't think it will be possible....I, like many others in this country, will be watching the debate tomorrow night. We'll see if BOTH the candidates get a fair shake.

For an interesting article on this subject go to Michelle Malkins blog at: