My family did something pretty cool to give my my Christmas Gift this year...they sent me on a Gift Quest to find it hidden somewhere in the house. It was a wonderful surprise, a lot of fun and just made the day even more special.
I love my family SOOOOO much.
That was what I said over and over...The Horror, The Horror...as I tried to figure out a way to replace the images and information I had just viewed - all by accident - on these here Internets. By a fluke of random chance, I stumbled upon a Internet search that resulted in me finding out TMI about someone I have known for a gazillion years that I simply did NOT want or NEED to know.
As a result, I have decided to tell you this cautionary tale with as much (yet as little) detail as possible so that you - my friends, family, lurkers, bloggers & hopefully the very person I am talking about - will, for the love of all that is sacred & holy, learn how to UTILIZE & IMPLEMENT ALL social media PRIVACY & SECURITY protocols known to man.
I thought most of us that use the Internet as our playground have some common sense by now about the seriousness and necessity of protecting your identity, your information, your BUSINESS on the information highway. With all the talk about FB privacy, locking or not your Twitter account, implementing a Goo.gl.e alert and other social media notices on your name, website, pseudonym, website so that you KNOW what, who, & where things are said about you---you would think that what I stumbled upon would NOT happen. In an age where employers are goo.gling a potential employees and even my daughters "check out" their dates..."if he ain't goo.ga.ble then he ain't" - you have to be REAL SMART about what and how you put stuff out there on the digital divide. IT IS ALL SEARCHABLE. IT CAN BE FOUND.
I thought that this person was very intelligent and web savvy... Well, I guess stupidity strikes every one of us at least once.
So, there I was, on my kids computer (YES! I deleted the history, cookies...all traces of what happened) because I was too lazy to walk up the stairs to get mine. I had several windows open at the same time (and I was cooking). I had FB, Twi.tter, Goo.gle Re.ad.er, iGo.ogle and my web mail client open to answer some email. Somehow (I SWEAR), I thought I was entering the first part of an email & then I hit enter to auto fill the rest. Well, I was NOT in my email client, I was on iGoo.gle and I had entered it into the search.
SWEET BABY JESUS! Lo and behold, the search of my friends email (which is also this person IM handle & blog alter ego) came up and revealed a side...revealed some highly personal...revealed some proclivities...revealed that the FREAK comes out at night. The search that came on just the 1st page was more information than I EVER wanted to know.
Please, don't get me wrong. I don't give a damn about how you get your freak on. I don't care what you do or how you do it or who you do it with. That's your business. But if you don't want people to KNOW about your fetish, your hidden desires or that you invite this stuff into your domain (you know that's how people get killed or producers get ideas for a new episode of Crim.inal Mi.nds or L&O:SVU) BY GIVING THEM YOUR DAMN ENTIRE EMAIL ADDY - then I would expect you to use some damn discretion.
If you want to be a closet freak, flip the script, do it hanging from a bungee cord - whatever floats your boat - AND you don't want your friends, family, co-workers or just any ole random person to find out about it...then I HIGHLY RECOMMEND that you DON'T use your fugging IM and/or personal email address as your user name or pseudonym on every scandalous membership site on the gosh damn planet. HOW FUGGING DUMB CAN YOU BE!
Now, I am left with the these images burned on my retina. Now, I know more about this person than I ever wanted to know. Now, I'm not sure that I can look at them the same way. I just don't know what to think. It's their business...I just wish they had protected their privacy and identity with as much diligence as they put toward soliciting another to HOLLA if they were interested in bbc.
What is the lesson here? Once again, if you don't care if people know that you have a preference for RT (whatever da hell that means) with some bbc then keep doing what you're doing. If you DO care and want to keep that part of your life private and all to your damn self...then IMPLEMENT SOME KIND OF PRIVACY PROTOCOLS!!
Use another user name or id that NOBODY but YOU knows. Get a separate email address to use to have your "friends" contact you at.
This has been a public service announcement. I'm just sayin.
Last night I hosted my first ever Cookie Exchange & Holiday Party (well...the cookie exchange to be exact...not hosting a party, LOL) and we had a blast. Everyone brought a dish, a confection (didn't have to be cookies if ya didn't want to) and a gift (optional) for a gift exchange.
The food was fantastic, the confections were divine - especially the chocolate covered red velvet cake balls provided by G-Baby - and the games & gift exchange was a blast. The picture below is the result of the "Christmas Tree" Game we played. Take a piece of green paper, fold in half, put behind back and try and tear a Christmas Tree out of the paper. These are the results. Ummm, yeah...that one (bottom row, 4th from left) is G-Baby's rendition. We were all wondering what could possibly be on her mind. Bwaaaahaaaahaaahaaa!!!! The men folk acted as judges and MrsC was the winning tree (bottom row, 2nd from right).
She also won the ornament scavenger hunt. I hid a pickle ornament amongst all of my indoor decorations and sent everyone on a hunt to find it. I wonder if it had anything to do with her love of pickles & having a baby on the way made it a cinch for her to find. Hmmmm....MrsC cleaned up last night.
We had a wonderful time laughing, talking, singing and just having a merry time. The men folk retired most of the evening into the theater which we dubbed "The Man Cave" and only came out for feedings.
I think this will have to become an annual event. I had a wonderful time...and I promise to make the Christmas Trivia game a tad easier next time.
I have a wonderful new snowglobe to add to my collection and now the fight is on about whose picture gets to go in there. I'm thinking ME! but my family is going for a group shot. HUMPH. I got a lovely bottle of Shiraz- (MINE, MINE) - the most sparkley brooch on the planet (you know I love some sparkley) - and a lighter for my cigar fetish that has TRAVELDIVA engraved on it.
HOW FRIGGIN COOL IS THAT!!! I am so excited to be stylin at my favorite DC Cigar Bar with my own personalized lighter. NO BEEATCHES, get your own damn lighter. Bwaaahaaahaa!!! I was dancing round the kitchen with GLEE!
I love my Secret Santa gifts. LURVE THEM!!!
I have to thank Pserendipity for putting on this gift exchange togethere. What a wonderful way to meet new bloggers from all over the country. I enjoyed adding several new bloggers to my reader and delving into their stories in order to figure out what to send to my secret santa and just to live vicariously in their adventures.
Now...I believe I know who my Secret Santa is....DRUMROLL......
Am I right?!
Thank you Santa! What a wonderful Christmas it is.
SAT DER IN DAT DRAWER. SAT DER IN DAT DRAWER...
Until today. I decided to make a Shepherds Pie (a stew w/potatoes on top) and there was a picture of the cook using a pastry bag to put the potatoes on top. I was staring at the picture for a while and realized I had the thingy-mi-bobby in a drawer. Pulled it out and wha-la!
It was absolutely DELISH! ...and looked very pretty too! Glad I held on to that gadget. Now I gotta come up with something else to do with it.
Ya'll ever go to one of those "parties" and buy some ish that is still sittin in a drawer?
P.S. My Pam.per.d Che.f stones are THE BIZNESS!!!
I am all for wearing the appropriate undergarments to not appear rolly polly, smooth out some bumpy areas or to not have that pantie line show up. I admit to owning every variety of Spanx and body shaper and specialty bra known to the modern woman.
This right here is an absolute NO! I will NOT squeeze my body into some kind of torture chamber where I can't breath, bend over or even sit for fear that my head would pop off. Tight & smooth is one thing...looking like you needed a medieval rack in order to squeeze your body into a sausage casing is another.
NOT CUTE. NOT SEXY.
A reshaping garment that doesn't hurt is what I've been told. Way better than a girdle or Spanx because it helps "reshape your body and lose weight if you want. SERIOUSLY?! GTFOOHWTBS. See I've tried one of these chastity harnesses on once and practically broke every nail and nearly suffocated getting it on. I was told that I would get used to it. WHAT!? I shouldn't have to get "used" to learning to breath again. I bet you lose weight...you can't swallow.
Am I the only one that thinks this is just WRONG. If you have one, how in the world do you do it?
For me, I'll stick with the gym, body shapers & spanx.
Today I read one of the most appalling, disrespectful and just plain filled with bytchassiness blog posts EVER! It came from someone that calls himself a "man" & father. DA HELL.
Let me sum this up...this dumb, ignorant azz...:
- had unprotected sex with a woman he thought was unattractive, had bad acne and fat on the second date because he like how she jumped him...and surprise, surprise - he's a baby daddy AGAIN.
- thinks that putting out $1300 dollars over the past 6-8 months for diapers and odds/ends is doing it big in terms of child care and support for HIS CHILD.
- says it is his child, admits its his child but when questioned about the "extraordinary amount" of support he has been giving now say he needs a paternity test before he will put out more.
- is now mad because he is being taken to court for support & visitation and has the AUDACITY to say the ONLY reason she is doing that is to get chex outta him.
Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. But what really showed just how punk azzed, cowardly, disrespectful, ignorant and just plain full of BYTCHASSNESS he was when he thought it was okay to take his anger out on the mother of his child by putting her gov't name, blog name, place of employment and other revealing information out on the Internet for the whole fugging world to see. He tried to get back at the MOTHER OF HIS CHILD by dragging her name, her character & her livelihood through the mud like a petulant child throws a tantrum. He then compounded his despicable behavior by cussing out practically every single person that called him out for his bytchassedness. I don't care if every single thing he said about her was fact. It's not even relevant to the bytchassness he demonstrated. Not even close. It is also not relevant now that the deed is done. ALL THAT MATTERS is the care & welfare of that child that he claims is such a blessing to him.
How EXACTLY does he justify what he did?! ...
BECAUSE HE IS MAD and when a "man is attacked he fights back"? IS HE FRIGGIN SERIOUS! He feels attacked because he is getting taken to court for child support and because she is allegedly keeping him from his "precious blessing?" IS HE FOR REAL! Do what the fugg you are supposed to do and perhaps you wouldn't have this drama. How's that for an idea.
He thought the solution; the best way to fight back was to trample all over the MOTHER OF HIS CHILD'S reputation & character, threaten her job and her "ability to manage her finances" - YEAH, THAT WAS THE TICKET? GTFOOHWTBS
How does he plan on answering his daughters questions one day about why he called Mommy a fat garden implement and caused her trouble at work (or to even lose her job). Is THAT how we handle conflict in a "manly" and/or fatherly way. REALLY?
I hope she prints that mess out and takes it to court to demonstrate why & how he is a threat and not worthy of unsupervised visitation. If this is the kind of stuff you say to the entire world, I'd hate to think what he would say directly to the child about the mother.
To the mother, hang in there. Head up, shoulders back. STAND. Do NOT stoop to his level of bytchassness. JUST DON'T DO IT. Just take his punkazz to court and take care of business. Take care of you and your child. Stop talking about him on & offline about anything. Give him nothing that he can twist into his warped sense of justice.
Whew, Lawd, JESUS. Made me pull my tazer out the gosh damn holster.
STOP GLOBAL BYTCHASSNESS!
UPDATE: Yeah, he finally came to his damn senses and deleting the offending post...but the damage has been done. IDJIT.
You see, Nehemiah was working on rebuilding the walls of Jerusalem while at the same time those walls were under siege. How in the world was this going to get done? A daunting task for sure. However, he knew that God would fight for them.
The question remained...how did they get God to fight for them? You know you gotta put in a little effort to enforce the Victory.
16 From that day on, half of my men did the work, while the other half were quipped with spears, shields, bows and armor. The officers posted themselves behind all the people of Judah 17 who were building the wall. Those who carried materials did their work with one hand and held a weapon in the other, 18 and each of the builders wore his sword at his side as he worked. But the man who sounded the trumpet stayed with me. 19 Then I said to the nobles, the officials and the rest of the people, "The work is extensive and spread out, and we are widely separated from each other along the wall. 20 Wherever you hear the sound of the trumpet, join us there. Our God will fight for us!
- Show Up! - ...Take up your positions; stand firm and see the deliverance the Lord will give you...2Chronicles 20:17
- Stay Ready! - Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come...Ecclesiastes 12:1
- Be Aggressive! - ..."Put this money to work (occupy)," he said, "until I come back." Luke 19:13
Well, we can't guarantee a Victory over Navy, but we (The ARMY TEAM) CAN do those three things and fight the good fight. Doing just those three things may not capture the Heart of God, but it will capture the the faith of every heart in grey...for if the 12th man is for them, who can be against them?!
So, Army Team, when you take the field on Saturday, we - The ARMY STRONG Nation - need you to do three things for four quarters:
- SHOW UP! - Mind, Body, Soul. Walk on the field and embrace the moment. Stay in it, no matter what, till the very last second. Mind, Body, SOUL.
- STAY READY! - You already are, but like I said before...stay in the moment. Have your sword in you hand, the playbook in you mind, your training at the forefront...stay ready for anything in order for the miracle, the blessing, the most incredible play imaginable to manifest itself on the field.
- BE AGGRESSIVE! - You can't have a laid back attitude. Don't assume ANYTHING. TAKE it. BRING it. GAME ON! Have that look on your face like you are ready to fight & win. Do not get punked out of building your wall.
The house is decorated, my uniform (as for 12th Man) is laid out...Let's get 'er done.
GO ARMY - BEAT NAVY
VICTORY IS BEAUTIFUL
When Army and Navy meet, there is no other game with deeper foundations or greater prestige.
The rivalry kicked off 120 years ago when Cadet Dennis Mahan Michie accepted a “challenge” from the Naval Academy and the two squads faced off on The Plain at West Point on November 29, 1890 (Navy had been playing organized football since 1879, and came out on top of the newly-established Army squad). Ever since, through those many years of intense cheers, unforgettable plays and climactic moments, the Army/Navy rivalry has been etched into the minds of countless fans and followers. All it takes is a visit to West Point or Annapolis, where everything (from the finely manicured hedges to the chant following grace-before-meals) proclaims “Beat Navy” or “Beat Army,” to understand how deeply ingrained this rivalry actually is.
We are not going to the game this year, but will definitly be there in 2011 when they play in Fedex Field in DC. YEAH BABY!!!! The Steptoe Clan is hosting our Annual EPIC Army-Navy Party at True Blessings Estate where we will have an indoor tailgate and watch Army Beat DA HELL outta Navy (I hope the team got a read of my Open Letter to the Army Football Team) in the warmth & comfort of the BIG SCREEN and High Def.
Hope to see you there.
The Epic Christmas Decorating Project for Christmas 2010 is complete...minus the occassional light replacement and straightening the gangsta lean of the outside tree.
It IS looking a lot like Christmas.
I am so excited about the blogger secret Santa that Pserendipity set up again this year. I've got my fellow blogger that I am to select a gift for and have started reading their blog - combing thru the archives trying to figure out the perfect gift. Since the person I selected is completely new to me, I'm having to learn about and infer stuff just by reading. I can't interact extensively with them right now as it would kill the secret. Sigh.
I'm hoping that they post a hint over the next few days so I can be about my mad hunt (just another excuse to shop) for my interpretation of said hint.
Since I'm soliciting a hint or two, I thought I'd post a little blurb about my preference (or proclivities) to help my Secret Santa out. It is pretty much the same as last year, but I've added a few updates.
- People know me as the TravelDiva (duh). If it is related to traveling...I'm in.
- I have, on numerous occasions, been called out for my sparkly fabulousness and am easily distracted by shiny, sparkly, bedazzled things. (ie. review pictures...I always wear a brooch - the more sparkly the better, the bigger the better).
- I even bejewel my hair. Seriously. Don't judge me.
- I have a shoe fetish that is unrivaled with a closet to hold the in. DSW certificate?
- I collect odd things...snow globs & masks from ever place I've traveled. I like em big. One of either with an interesting story or from where you are from would be equally as loverly.
- You can NEVER go wrong with anything related to red wine or martini's. I'm not an alcoholic...I'm a professional drinker.
- You can't go wrong with Cigar paraphernailia. My not so secret vice.
- I'm an "elite athlete" ya know. Triathlon training stuff would be awesome (pull boy, training fins, mesh bag, misc)
- Don't tell anyone, but I love all things Bath & Body Works. SHHHHH. NO JUDGING REMEMBER.
Bottom line...if it screams DIVA, sparkles and/or is girly, I'm going to be ecstatic.
...and in actuality, any gift I receive that is from the heart and giving with as much caring & thought as I know the people involved are putting into this will be a blessing and greatly appreciated.
Thank you, Santa.
I LOVE CHRISTMAS!
There are a couple of fun things out there that I thought you might enjoy and share with your families:
Portable North Pole - The Magic Lives On with Portable North Pole
Santa Claus and his amazing PNP (Portable North Pole) console will be online during the entire holiday season. With just a few clicks, this technological marvel will let your loved ones receive a personal message from Santa Claus, sent directly from his village in the North Pole. Rediscover Christmas with this immersive and unique experience that brings the holiday magic back to life
Official NORAD Santa Tracker - http://www.noradsanta.org/
All the preparations for this year are in place! Come back each day to receive updates from the North Pole and to discover new surprises in the Kids' Countdown Village. Santa’s elves have been busier than usual this year preparing. Visit Santa’s Village to see what’s been going on, and join in on the fun!
It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas!!! Enjoy
The swim was fine, we ended up doing 45 min on the bike and I did 20 min on the treadmill at an 10 min pace (always amazes me how much faster I can run on that infernal machine vs. on the road) HUMPH. I wore the tri-suit I bought for my first triathlon because I didn't want to do any changing. I had a blast and burned 980 calories for my trouble.
*mental note - wear Polar on a real triathlon...wonder how many calories I burned at Nations*
While running on the treadmill, the swim trainer was across from me and said, "I saw your Nations swim cap. Why aren't you coming to my Triathlon Swim Training Group Class?"
Well, ummm, errr, see-what had happened was....
I wanted to say that I didn't know about it, but I saw it on the schedule. It is at 5:30am on Tuesdays and 7:15pm on Thursday. Too Early, Too Late sounded like some pretty lame azz excuses .
"I'll see you on Tuesday."
He was waiting for me this morning. I shuffle over all sheepish as everybody is already in a lane, following the workout and they LOOK GOOD! I was feeling mighty pitiful and - well - actually scared because everybody had on those awesome training bathing suits (I had on a regular ole bathing suit - with a damn skirt) and they had training GEAR. I had me, my googles & swim cap.
Rob immediately sensed my nervousness, put me at ease and said "No worries. We will get you up to speed in no time. Everybody is at a different level. Let's work on YOUR stoke. Don't worry about anybody elses."
He put me in a short lane and had me do 12 laps so he could watch me and see what I needed work on. Rob told me that I looked pretty good, just a FEW things to work on, but I was doing great. He put me back in the regular lap lanes with everyone else and started me with DRILLS.
Jesus be a lifeguard. I for sure thought I was gonna drown - AND I CAN SWIM!
I had to do the following:
- 200 (6laps) of Zipper Drills...to get my elbows up out of the water. On each stroke I had to pull my had up along my body as if I was pulling up a zipper on the side.
- 200 of this Core Drill where I was SURE I was gonna drown. Put a kickboard in between your legs - hold it there (kinda like a shark fin) - then touch it with your hand as you bring your stroke back. ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I got it though. I sure does work your core, makes you elongate your stroke and twist w/waist instead of shoulders. HARD AS HELL.
- 200 of a Catch Drill - swim with kickboard out in front. Hold w/one hand and catch it with other as you bring your stroke around.
- 400 - just swim freestyle and practice what I learned w/o the props.
- 100 - Kick drill. I kick like I'm riding a bike. Had to practice using whole leg - WOW what a difference when you glide on top of water vs. drag your ass through it.
I'm going back - at least 1x/week. I'm going to rock my next Tri.
Oh, as a side note...Triathlon's are an expensive hobby....in addition to needing a new bike, I need to pick up some swim training gear that Rob recommended. I gotta get me a Pull Float (core work) and some Training Fins. Sigh. I blame Becca. Yes I do.
How About a Threesome? Swim, Bike, Run!
I sent The FireMarshall off to the store for our fixings and he picked up 2 Old El Paso Taco Kits, lettuce, salsa & hamburger meat. Princess Erin & Cara got everything ready and the rest of us just hung out around the kitchen telling stories & reminiscing about the holiday.
The Prize pack came with a recommendation to play El Tacodor™, the world’s only family taco night game. Basically the trivia game is supposed to keep the family laughing by challenging each other to quick fire trivia, wordplay and pantomime.
We didn't need the game to keep us entertained. The Steptoe Clan IS TNT - we know drama - and bring our own special brand of comedy and mischief.
If you want a game to play during a family dinner night visit http://www.eltacodor.com/ to download instructions, a score card, and a challenge sheet.
One of the best things about this family taco night was getting Princess Cara to eat something other that chicken, turkey or ham (and that's it, she don't want nuttin to do with no sides/veggies). She was able to help prepare the meat and then was very excited to put together her own taco with the ingredients she chose. I was impressed with her creativity and willingness to eat her taco's that SHE prepared. It made dinner time even more fun.
Check out that happy face!
Now, I'm not going to leave ya'll out there salivating. Would you like to have your own family taco night prize pack? Well, all you have to do is the following:
- Leave a comment HERE ON THIS BLOG. Tell me how you make Family Dinners at your house fun and/or special. How do you get everybody to SIT DOWN together these days?
- For extra entries - Tweet the following - "Enter to win a family taco night from @TheTravelDiva #myblogspark"
I might get to relax tomorrow and enjoy the moment...right after that indoor tri (Turkey Tri) at 7 am.
- Made Cranberry Sauce w/Pinot Noir, put in mold and in fridge.
- Made Pumpkin Cheese Cake
- Chopped all veggies that were needed for various dishes & staged them in containers in fridge
- Sauted meats
- Boiled eggs for an appetizer
- Toasted baguette slices for an appetizer
- Prepared Brine for Turkey
- Picked up last minute items at grocery store - including a Ham
- Went for a 3 mile run
- Took the Queen Mum out for dinner for her birthday
- Put Turkey in Brine till Thursday morning
Well, last year around Halloween I found some Halloween shaped (pumpkin, bat, ghost) Pancake Forms at Williams-Sonoma. They look like giant cookie cutters except you can use them on a skillet to make different shapes. Here's the difficult part - using a spoon or ladle to get just the right amount of batter in the form can be dicey. You will probably ruin just as many panny-cakes as you get right.
Enter this years outing to Williams-Sonoma to pick up my Turkey Brine & Roasting Glaze. Did you think I was going to escape there with just those two items. NOT. The Queen Mum pssst me from across the store to check out her find...A Pancake Pen. WHAT! STOP! NO! PUT IT IN MY BASKET! It specifically says on the tube that you can make precise pancake shapes with or without a form. I was all in.
But that's not all. The Williams-Sonoma lady saw my find and said "You know we have 3 new bags of pancake form shapes. They would go great with your Pancake Pen." Ya Think. I only bought one bag - this time round - and today was BIG BREAKFAST time with The Prince, Heir to the Empire.
And I made panny-cake shapes.
WHAT A HIT!
If you make panny-cakes, You HAVE to have a Pancake Pen.
I booked The Prince on a flight (with a connection) out of Ft. Wayne, IN to BWI for Thanksgiving holiday...and THAT is where the comedy of errors begins. After the his harrowing experience last night I will avoid that airline with every fiber of my being unless it is a last resort. Why?
Delta scares the shyt outta me. At The Prince's departure airport, there were not 1 but 2 planes that had "mechanical problems" and could not be flown. *Well how the fugg did they get there?* After rearranging every bodies flight, the powers that be went to some back hanger out in left field somewhere and pulled a plane outta their hat - that worked.
The Prince arrives in Detroit only to find out that his flight is delayed for...wait for it..."mechanical problems". GTFOOHWTBS. Does Delta have ONE plane that actually works and is NOT being held together with some spit & gum? Just asking. He boards and they decide that this issue is hydraulics and they gotta get off. Delta says that they are going to bring in another plane from Boston or someplace and they would be ready by 7:30 pm. The Prince had been in Detroit since 4ish. Well, 7:30 came and went and the sign on the board changes to CANCELLED.
WTF. 70 passengers are now sitting in Detroit trying to figure out how they getting to Baltimore.
We get the Prince to do some slick maneuvering to a counter person to see what is going to be done and if he can get out tonight. At the same time Princess Erin gets Delta on the phone while I look up every possible flight out of Detroit on the computer. She gets a lovely lady at Delta on the phone, who once we explained the situation was on it like stink on a dog. I found the only flight out with enough time for The Prince to make it (if he sprinted) on U.S Air. Re-booked. Rerouted. The Delta agent on the phone was two-waying us into the counter at the airport. While we were finagling this flight...The Prince somehow worked his magic and got himself a seat on a Delta flight (they pulled another plane outta left field) to BWI but there were only 8 seats left. He got one. 62 passengers had to wait till this morning. SIGH.
The Prince called us from the plane and said they were about to taxi - pick him up in 2 hours.
Now you know we didn't just settle (they might not even take off). The nice lady on the phone at Delta stayed on the phone with us until the flight actually was in the air. THEN, without us even prompting - cause I didn't know to ask - she said "Let me make sure that his return flight is still in order. He has been switched and cancelled so many times today that his return might have been cancelled." Now you want to see me on an episode of Snapped...let that mess happen. She clicked, flipped some switch, and reconfirmed his return flight.
We also logged into BWI's flight tracker and tracked that plane till it landed. No chances.
The Prince made it home 6 hours after he should have...but he made it home safe and sound.
While the Delta lady on the phone was the epitome of what customer service should be, it does not mitigate my fear of flying on a Delta plane. That is just ONE to many mechanical errors for my taste. I need for my plane to have all of is PMCS (preventive maintenance checks & services) done and be in order. They ARE NOT giving a travel warm & fuzzy.
DO BETTER. BE BETTER DELTA.
I'm going to need to you SNAP OUT OF IT! Seriously now.
I am your biggest fan. The true 12th man. Season, after season, after season, I have managed to figure out a way to support the team. I have bought my KnightVision & CBS XXL subscription so I didn't miss a game. I have figured out how to connect my computer to the tv so friends & family can watch along too. I have begged, borrowed and *stole* my way into tickets to events. When you come to play in the DMV, I pay the A-team Club membership that allows a grad to purchase 12 tickets, buy them all and bring a posse to root for Army. I have gear. I have jerseys. MY ENTIRE FAMILY has gear. It is unacceptable to root for Army w/o gear. I tweet & FB the game.
I AM THE 12th MAN.
This year you have shown an improvement that puts the sparkle back in the 12th Man's eye. However, you have been consistently inconsistent in your gamesmanship. SNAP OUT OF IT. It appears that when you start out strong, there is no stopping The Black Knights. And you did it enough to get you in bowl contention. Congratulations. (I have my tickets on pre-order) The Black Knights ARE the pride and dream of every heart in grey...and then some! However, when you run into some opposition, when you get behind, when you make an error or two - you crumble. FALL APART. LOSE HEART. It is obvious. You can see it in the way you play when things are down. NO HEART. NO PASSION.
Last night, I had a bunch of people over to watch you beat Notre Dame. Most of them were not even grads or even in the Army. Even the Navy peeps that came were ROOTING FOR THE BLACK KNIGHTS...and you folded. It broke my heart to hear "civilians" comment how it looked like the Black Knights just gave up. THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE!
If we are to break the 10 year losing streak to Navy, then WE - the Long Grey Line, the Army, the fans - NEED you to SNAP OUT OF IT and BRING THE PASSION. BRING IT...even when it looks bleak. We can get behind that. A loss, when you played like there would never be football again, is acceptable. Letting yourself get trounced by equally matched or lesser team is UNACCEPTABLE.
Now don't pin this on the coach. He can only do so much. He brought back the Triple Option and you have been executing it superbly - most times. However, the TEAM - THE BLACK KNIGHTS need to bring the rest - bring the thunder. Stop sulking and man up. As an old grad, you know I've got to say - "The Corps Has..." See, when men were men, women were women & Dinosaurs roamed the Plain - we had to KNOW & INTERNALIZE our plebe knowledge. I don't know what ya'll are doing up there now with all that real world business, but perhaps a little bit of the "Fourth Class System" needs to brought back and you just might get it.
There is one piece of knowledge that I if you really knew it, memorized it and INTERNALIZED it might just give you the strength to fight on:
Excerpt from "DUTY, HONOR, COUNTRY" - a message delivered to the Corps of Cadets on 12 May 1962 by General Douglas MacArthur
"Duty-Honor-Country. Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be. They are your rallying points:to build courage when courage seems to fail: to regain faith when there seems to be little cause for faith; to create hope when hope becomes forlorn."
Read it. Memorize it. INTERNALIZE it. DUTY-HONOR-COUNTRY - they are your rallying points. Use it. When the ball gets intercepted, when you get scored upon twice in a row - RALLY. Regain Faith. Create Hope. AND PLAY SOME DAMN BALL!
For..."Upon the fields of friendly strife are sown the seeds than upon other fields; on other days, will bear the fruits of victory - "
Play with the same passion as you would fight on any battle field and in the end we will be victorious.
GO BLACK KNIGHTS! GO ARMY - BEAT NAVY.
- Princess Cara has her Orange Belt Test Firday
- I'm hosting the NSN Holiday Networking Event Firday
- The Prince, Heir to the Empire comes home on Saturday for Thanksgiving
- The Army-Notre Dame Game is Saturday Night - Watch Party
- Big Breakfast with the family on Sunday
- Meetings & School Conference Monday
- The Queen Mum's 66th Birthday is Tuesday - party down
- Start cooking Wednesday
I still have to grocery shop & clean. Lawd hab murcey. I've made out my list for shopping - going through my pantry, fridge, freezer and Lazy Susan to check to see if I already have the ingredients needed. I HATE buying the stuff I already have on hand. HUMPH. I then rewrote the list in the order of how things are laid out in my grocery store - minimize going back & forth. I know - a little obsessive compulsive, but I only want to make one loop round.
I then worked a little on my table setting. I was going to go out and try and put something new together. Scrapped that. I decided to use whatever I had already here and make it work. I went over to the Queen Mum's crib and pulled out her Avon Red dinnerware and some gold chargers. I'll use the napkin rings (maybe - if I don't find a smancy napkin folding idea) I found in Curacao years ago and what you see above is what you get. I'll set it up Monday or Tuesday and it will sit that way until Thursday. I also have to decorate our buffet table. I'll get there. I'll get there.
So, how are you coming along? Are you going a-visiting or are you cooking?
It got me to thinking about some of the bullshyat that I have been hearing (and apparently Ninteen69, MsPattey, TriBecca and a few other of my "Elite Athlete" friends) lately about some of the health & fitness challenges that we have all be taking on.
I admit that I LIED about not doing another Triathlon. The shyt is addicting...at least to me. I run races because, for me, they keep me on track & accountable. When you spend $40+ on a race, you just DON'T say fugg it - unless, of course, you got money to throw away. Go you! I also sign up for a bunch of other stuff because my friends are trying new stuff, accepting new challenges and just doing the damn thing where if you got nothing else - you have you health. Let me tell ya...all the money & stuff in the world means nothing if you have to use a walker, are on a respirator, carrying around an O2 tank or DEAD. I am their biggest fan & cheerleader. It is a whole lot easier when taking on a new goal to have people around you cheering you along - and EVEN BETTER - running/swimming/biking/jumping/lifting - whatever - beside you.
Let me tell you what sets this nice lady off, gets my fur all raised up (picture scared black Halloween cat) and makes me pull out my tazer...It's those back handed comments wrapped in an insult and/or those well meaning friends & family that want to warn you about the "dangers" of said event (like they would even have a friggin CLUE):
- You're crazy!
- Why would you do something stupid like that?
- You know you'll be radioactive after?
- Did you hear about all those people that got a skin disease from the water?
- You know your hair will turn green, looked fugged up or fall out, don't ya?
- All those weights your lifting will make you look like a Power Lifter- or make your body/shoulders all manish.
- You're going to look like one of those body builders with golf balls for breasts.
Name it. I've heard it. I also don't care. I don't care that YOU would NEVER do such and such. I don't care that YOU think its crazy, silly, dumb. I truly don't give a rats patootie what YOU think about what I WOULD do.
Just stop. If you can't manage a "Great!", "Good Job", or "I know you can do it" then just STFU.
Yet, that's prolly not going to happen. There are always going to be naysayers.
"Here's what I know" - aka MsPattey - The only person I NEED to listen to is me. I look in the mirror and look into the eyes of my best teacher & motivator and tell myself everything I need to know to get the job done. If I hear one of those backhanded comments, I just nod - uh huh - and push forward. Let me show you how its done! That ish just pushes me to go more, look for new challenges and JUST DO IT!
So, to all of my peeps out there taking on new fitness challenges and dealing with naysayers...
And GET 'ER DONE! GO US!
(Charles M. Province)
It is the soldier, not the minister
Who has given us freedom of religion.
It is the soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the soldier, not the poet
Who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the soldier, not the campus organizer
Who has given us freedom to protest.
It is the soldier, not the lawyer
Who has given us the right to a fair trial
It is the soldier, not the politician
Who has given us the right to vote.
It is the soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped in the flag,
Who allows the protester to burn the flag.
Finding foods high in fiber that doesn't taste like bark definitely a challenge. I was sent the above pictured "Take the Hunger Out Of Dieting" pack and asked to take the "fiber" challenge. It arrived just in time for my 60 days of INSANITY challenge. My goal is to get stronger & toner utilizing the INSANITY workout and to lose 20lbs by New Years. Thus, this package arrived just in time to start my achieving my goals.
According to the packaging
- One serving of Fiber One® Original Cereal provides more than half (57%) of the Daily Value of fiber.
- Fiber One Original cereal is a tasty way to start your morning on the right track with 0 grams of sugar, 14 grams of fiber, 60 calories and 1 gram of fat per serving.
Unfortunately, that second bullet...yeah, I beg to differ with the "tasty" part. I gave it a good ole fashioned "give the fiber a chance" try and, ummm - NO. The Fiber One Original Cereal tastes just like it looks - like bark (actually more like chewing on paper). I just can't.
Now, I will give a thumbs up to the other Fiber One products. I love the Fiber One bars & yogurt. Furthermore, ANY of the other Fiber One Cereals are 100% "tastier" than the Original. They ARE a "tasty way to start your morning on the right track". The Original cereal ---NOT SO MUCH.
While I did not like the Original Cereal, I am enjoying the food scale, storage container & water bottle and since what I can tolerate is different from what some of my other diet & fitness warriors out there in blog land can handle, I have two opportunities for you to give fiber a chance and fight off the hungries.
Click on the “Help Take the Hunger out of Dieting” mini microsite below, which houses product information, a high-value coupon and tips. The first 15 readers will be able to sign up to receive a free box of cereal through the microsite.
Additionally, if you leave a comment with your suggestion on how you incorporate fiber into your diet to fight off the hungries, you will be entered to win one of the “Take the Hunger Out of Dieting” prize packs as pictured above.
Good luck and keep up the good fight with your health & fitness goals.
There is nothing like a "GO ARMY FOOTBALL" Weekend at West Point. At least not in my mind. A home football game at The United States Military Academy just can't be beat. Two Hundred+ years of history wrapped in a blanket of patriotism and topped with some "Duty, Honor, Country" and you have a fantastic weekend of Black, Grey & Gold.
The Steptoe Clan pointed the Party Van North on Friday to see Army vs Air Force. The weekend started with dinner & drinks with our classmate, JGags and a couple other "young" grads at a place called The River Bank (which actually used to be a bank). Great time!
Saturday - Game Day - started EARLY as the Parade with the Corp of Cadets started at nine, followed by a jump in by the West Point Parachute Team. I LOVE A PARADE (except when I had to march in one). It was an absolute beautiful day for a parade too! If you have never seen one, check out the short video below of scenes from the parade.
Then we had to walk UP to the stadium. Let me just tell you that there isn't anything downhill at the Academy. You have to walk up hill to get anywhere of importance. Yes, we walked back down to get to the van, but we then had to walk up another hill (or mini-mountain) just to get to Hotel Thayer for a tailgate.
We arrived at Michie Stadium and walked around to the Holleder Center (Basketball & Hockey Arena) to crash the Basketball Tailgate. The Lichtenbergs have been doing the Basketball tailgate on the terrace of the Holleder Center for over 25 years...they didn't forget The FireMarshall...and we were embraced back like old family. LOVED IT!
Then we entered the stadium to get our seats to watch Army beat Air Force (which did not come to pass). We had wonderful seats, watched the Parachute team jump in the game ball, and enjoyed watching football players of the Cherry Bowl get honored on the 25th Anniversary of The Cherry Bowl. A good portion of the players that came back were the FM & my classmates...and as a result we managed an invite to the Cherry Bowl Football Reunion Tailgate.
Our hopes & dreams of the ULTIMATE comeback (The Commander In Chief Trophy) were crushed as the Army team imploded on themselves with mistake after mistake. Yet, as the 12th Man, I cheered, hollered, boo'ed the refs, and stayed until the last second ticked off the clock. The 12th Man never leaves her team EARLY - *you wanna be, fair weather fans know who you are - Yeah YOU! - the ones I had to yell at to SIT DOWN or GET DOWN so I could see. Yeah YOU!*
We stayed until the very last bit of humiliation and defeat. I stood and sang the Alma Mater and we payed our respect while Air Force sang theirs. SIGH.
WE HAD A BLAST!
We climbed our way down to Buffalo Soldiers Field, dropped stuff off at the van and then climbed up to Hotel Thayer for the Cherry Bowl Reunion tailgate. Good Food, Good Drink, Great Friends.
This morning we had BIG BREAKFAST at The Park Restaurant and then, of course, went over to the West Point Visitor Center where I picked myself up an authentic 12th Man Football Jersey for our Army-Navy Football Party (Dec 11th - you coming right?). We also took a look at how the Visitor Center was redone and were amused by the display of Notable Grads and my classmate, Mark Valley - star of Human Target - was featured as one of the Notable Graduates. Nice picture & write up.
We had a wonderful GO ARMY FOOTBALL Weekend. Hope you had a great weekend too!
Last night I went to a screening of For Colored Girls at The Charles Theater in Baltimore. I
wasn't quite sure what to expect after hearing so many reviews that slammed it. I decided to go with an open mind and decide for myself. I am NOT a film critic by any stretch of the imagination. Thus, these thoughts on the film should be taken as just that - just some thoughts I had from the movie, not some kind of deep analysis. Roger Ebert - your not gonna get.
The screening was hosted by a two theater professors (I didn't get my pen out fast enough to catch their names) and one of the professors - almost in a spoken word cadence - introduced the original work...
For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide/When the Rainbow is Enuf is a choreopoem - "it is a not a poem set to music with accompanying dance steps, but rather an integration of speech, movement, gesture, and music...[the poems] discuss the pleasures & dangers of being a black female." The Professor went on to discuss the original authors' (Ntozake Shange) thoughts about the Rainbow. From an interview Shange explained
“The rainbow is a fabulous symbol for me [….] If you see one color, it’s not beautiful. If you see them all, it is. A colored girl, by my definition, is a girl of many colors. But she can only see her overall beauty if she can see all the colors of herself. To do that, she has to look deep inside her. And when she looks inside herself, she will find
love and beauty.”
Our host went on to say that no matter what you think about Tyler Perry and his body of work, no matter which camp you are in regarding, she asked that we simply look at the work - see if these women find Love, God, The Rainbow within themselves...and "loved her fiercely."
That's how I watched the movie and I didn't even think about it being a "Tyler Perry" production.
So...what did I think. In the context outlined above, he did a pretty good job. A bit heavy handed & over the top, a little too long to get to "the rainbow within" and I think he missed a few (or I did) but overall, I give it a B/B-.
Here are some of my other random thoughts throughout the movie:
- Anquish! Betrayal. Heartbreak. - at a level & intensity I have never known in my own life
- Is there ANYONE is this movie that has just ONE redeeming quality?
- Is there ONE man in this movie that isn't the embodiment of every horror in a woman's worst nightmare? ...there was.
- Janet Jackson's character had THE best monologue on being/saying sorry. EXACTLY!
- Loretta Devin's character had a great monologue as well when she finally had had ENUF.
- Phylicia Rashad - you still got skills girl.
- Whoopie's character...I don't think her character was supposed to come across as funny, but it did to me.
- Marcy Gray too scary crazy to a whole new level.
- All the male characters (except for one) - DAAAAAMMMM!
Overall, I believe Tyler Perry did a good job with this piece of work. Oscar worthy - well, if I use the same reasoning/criteria for that Sandra Bullock movie that won last year - then definitely. Ignore the critics, be your own - you'll take something away with you that makes it worth the admission fee.
So here is the plan:
We gonna throw down. The doors to the Estate are open if you don't have a place to hang your hat & pull up a seat. Bring a bottle of wine and wear stretchy pants (or bring some sweats for the inevitable triptophan coma). Give me a holla if ya wanna join us.
Do you plan a menu or go with the traditional staples? Do you have your menu planned yet?
That "friend" would be getting the stiff arm from this point on. Girl, Bye.
I recently witnessed "the disorder" first hand. All I can say is damn shame and no wonder.
I really wish people would just tell the truth or say nothing at all. Please don't try to justify your excuse or rude behavior when you see me later and when that same damn excuse you gave me should have applied in this situation. Uh Huh.
The silence is deafening. I hear you loud and clear.
I find it rather amusing when the Pot calls the Kettle Black.
Another famous saying from Momz - What's good for the goose, is good for the gander...so, if you can't handle the heat, stop playing with my lighter. You'll get burned.
Why are my shows not on tonight?
How is it that a kid dressed like a princess, pirate, doctor or even shrek akin to devil worship?Sigh. And...if a plastic sword promotes violence, doesn't a naught nun or pirate wench on a 1st grader promote ho'ish behavior?
My sister gets on my dag on nerves...but she is still family. Jeeze.
Run, Girl, Run. I'm so proud of my BFF - 1st 5k this Saturday. Bummed I'm not going to be there...but we are planning that big 10K? 10miler? Half?
Weather predicted Snow for her first run...I'm not laughing AT you, I'm laughing WITH you. Seriously. Why wouldn't it snow for your 1st ever race?
There are some questions I'm just NOT going to answer. I just don't have discussions with crazy or answer stoopit, irrelevant questions.
Yeah, I said I wasn't going to do another Triathlon. Yeah, I lied.
Mom & I think we have our Thanksgiving menu pretty much planned. We decided that "The Sparkling Side Car" as our signature cocktail will HAVE to be sampled IN ADVANCE.
It's just necessary to ensure quality.
If you don't vote tomorrow - THE STFU & GTFOOHWTBS! I don't want to hear your drivel, your complaints, your rants or your regurgitation of sound bites. Sit you ignant azz down somewhere and accept what you get in silence.
We're voting over here at True Blessings. TRUST.
He pings in and immediately asks if I would like to go to the Autumn Dance the next day. DA HELL?! You wait till the night before to ask me to the dance. "Sure!" ...and he was gone as fast as he arrived.
That was the beginning of forever.
I recently received a package from MyBlogSpark with a Stay in and go all out!® date night package from Wanchai Ferry & Macaroni Grill. The package included a box of the Wanchai Ferry Orange Chicken Entree, a box of the Macaroni Grill Creamy Basil Parmasan Entree and a $30 Gift Card to purchase the meat and whatever else I would like to go with the dinner to make up a Date Night.
Date Night around here has pretty been non-existant. We have been busy in the throws of building a business, landing & securing contracts, me job hopping to keep things "stable" till our ship comes in and so on & so forth. Date Night is considered a night when we are actually sitting down together at the dinner table. Me, The FireMarshall, Cara & usually Erin and/or Charlee. So, when The FireMarshall saw me putting these two dishes together, he brought his work out into the kitchen, knocked a few things out, did the dishes and sat down to wait for the gurb.
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YOU WANT TO GET MAD?
adapted from a letter by Christian Struzan
We had eight years of Bush and Cheney, but now they get mad!
They didn’t get mad when the Supreme Court stopped a legal recount and appointed a President.
They didn’t get mad when Cheney allowed Energy company officials to dictate energy policy and push us to invade Iraq.
They didn’t get mad when a covert CIA operative got ousted.
They didn’t get mad when the Patriot Act got passed.
They didn’t get mad when we illegally invaded a country that posed no threat to us.
They didn’t get mad when we spent over 800 billion(and counting) on said illegal war.
They didn’t get mad when over 10 billion dollars just disappeared in Iraq.
They didn't get mad when President G.W. Bush borrowed more money from foreign sources than the previous 42 presidents COMBINED.
They didn’t get mad when you found out we were torturing people.
They didn't get mad when BUSH embraced trade and outsourcing policies that shipped 6 MILLION American jobs out of the country.
They didn't get mad when the government was illegally wiretapping Americans.
They didn’t get mad when we didn’t catch Bin Laden.
They didn’t get mad when you saw the horrible conditions at Walter Reed.
They didn’t get mad when we let a major US city, New Orleans - drown.
They didn't get mad when BUSH rang up 10 TRILLION dollars in combined budget and current account deficits.
They didn’t get mad when we gave a 900 billion tax break to the rich.
They didn’t get mad when, using reconciliation; a trillion dollars of our tax dollars were redirected to insurance companies for Medicare Advantage which cost over 20 percent more for basically the same services that Medicare provides.
They didn't get mad when over 200,000 AMERICAN CITIZENS lost their lives because they had no health insurance.
They didn't get mad when the lack of oversight and regulations from the Bush Administration caused US citizens to lose 12 trillion dollars in investments, retirement, and home values.
They finally got mad when a BLACK MAN was elected President of the United States and had the audacity to decide that people in America deserved the right to go see a doctor if they are sick. Illegal wars, corruption, torture, job losses by the millions, theft of taxes to make the rich even richer, and the worst economic disaster since 1929 never stirred their ire.
NOW they get mad?!!!
Mad enough to start an ultra-conservative, twisted and apparently insane party of Republicans called the Tea Party, whose agenda is so far to the right that it threatens the liberties of minorities everywhere, and the hard fought gains over the past century? Mad enough to allow the same party that caused this mess to get back into power and start it all over again? Mad enough to allow fear to triumph over reason, just to gain enough power to advance their own agenda at the expense of the people you were elected to represent? Mad enough to trample all over the Constitution, twisting it to suit their own purposes/meaning?
Not on my watch, not with my vote they won't. Please Vote! on Tuesday. Stop the Madness.
Signed - A "Fake" American (going by the tea party definition of what a REAL American is) that is still trying to figure out who to take America back from and/or where it went.
The convention also afforded The FireMarshall & I the opportunity to get together with several of our classmates that were in town for the Conference or just lived in the area. It was so great to see everyone. Thank you, DebH & TedF or coordinating the event and getting us all in the same room--I know that with all of our busy schedules and families that it is like herding cats.
Here is a short video I put together from the pictures I took at the our Mini-Reunion.
Our Country We Strengthen - Class of 1987
Check these ladies out! This is Team The Usual Suspects! We came together from near & far to run this race together as a team. What a wonderful experience. From the team energy, laughter & shenanigans - ummm...we are glad that Sweet Neet managed to read the team emails in time to actually get her race packet...and that one husband didn't actually end up driving to the Richmond Marathon due to wrong directions left - FUNNY!!! - to the 30K runners plus all the spectators ---- It made a great day for a race.
The weather was phenomenal too! I think my body finally decided to say, "Seriously?! 10 more miles. Did you not just do a Triathlon, a 5 miler and now you want me to do WHAT?! Naw player, Imma slow this heffa down with a hamstring strain." With sheer determination and feeling like I was running like Quasimoto - dragging one leg behind me, I finished the race is 2:06. Nothing earth shattering, but within a reasonable amount of my goal which was 2 miles.
My body actually hurts worse today than after the Triathlon. I think my body fired a warning shot over the bow. REST or ELSE. I'm taking the week off and then I'm going to start up with the Insanity Workout & the 100 Pushup/100 Situp routine...till about Jan/Feb.
*looks around room to see if my body is evesdropping* Then I'll start training again for some races & 2-3 Tri's. SHHHHH!!! Don't tell the FireMarshall.
Thank you to Team Usual Suspects for a great race - NEXT YEAR?! Also, many thanks to Becca, GBaby & Pier that came out to cheer us on at the finish line. It makes SUCH a difference to have a personal cheering section. NO DOUBT. Thank You!