Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Merry Christmas!!!!!
I told you I was crazy!!!
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.
You are Joshua Abraham Norton, first and only Emperor of the United States of America!
Born in England sometime in the second decade of the nineteenth century, you carved a notable business career, in South Africa and later San Francisco, until an entry into the rice market wiped out your fortune in 1854. After this, you became quite different. The first sign of this came on September 17, 1859, when you expressed your dissatisfaction with the political situation in America by declaring yourself Norton I, Emperor of the USA. You remained as such, unchallenged, for twenty-one years.
Within a month you had decreed the dissolution of Congress. When this was largely ignored, you summoned all interested parties to discuss the matter in a music hall, and then summoned the army to quell the rebellious leaders in Washington. This did not work. Magnanimously, you decreed (eventually) that Congress could remain for the time being. However, you disbanded both major political parties in 1869, as well as instituting a fine of $25 for using the abominable nickname "Frisco" for your home city.
Your days consisted of parading around your domain - the San Francisco streets - in a uniform of royal blue with gold epaulettes. This was set off by a beaver hat and umbrella. You dispensed philosophy and inspected the state of sidewalks and the police with equal aplomb. You were a great ally of the maligned Chinese of the city, and once dispersed a riot by standing between the Chinese and their would-be assailants and reciting the Lord's Prayer quietly, head bowed.
Once arrested, you were swiftly pardoned by the Police Chief with all apologies, after which all policemen were ordered to salute you on the street. Your renown grew. Proprietors of respectable establishments fixed brass plaques to their walls proclaiming your patronage; musical and theatrical performances invariably reserved seats for you and your two dogs. (As an aside, you were a good friend of Mark Twain, who wrote an epitaph for one of your faithful hounds, Bummer.) The Census of 1870 listed your occupation as "Emperor".
The Board of Supervisors of San Francisco, upon noticing the slightly delapidated state of your attire, replaced it at their own expense. You responded graciously by granting a patent of nobility to each member. Your death, collapsing on the street on January 8*, on your person, your possessions amounted to a single sovereign, a collection of walking sticks, an old sab1880, made front page news under the headline "Le Roi est Mort". Aside from what you had re, your correspondence with Queen Victoria and 1,098,235 shares of stock in a worthless gold mine. Your funeral cortege was of 30,000 people and over two miles long.
The burial was marked by a total eclipse of the sun.
* Ok... just as a freaky aside: My birthday is January 8th!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Cool stuff I want #2...
Friday, December 15, 2006
Blame it on guttergirl! :)
Your Personality Is Like Acid |
A bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict. One moment you're in your own little happy universe... And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell! |
The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic |
Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few. But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky. Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski |
Your Theme Song is Beautiful Day by U2 |
"Sky falls, you feel like It's a beautiful day Don't let it get away" You see the beauty in life, especially in ordinary everyday moments. And if you're feeling down, even that seems a little beautiful too. |
Your Power Color Is Blue |
Relationships and feelngs are the most important things to you. You are empathetic and accepting - and good at avoiding conflict. If someone close to you is in pain, it makes you hurt as well. You try to heal the ones you love with your kind and open heart. |
You Are Psyche! |
Eternally in search of purpose and insight. You're curious and creative with a total sense of wonder. Totally empathetic, you pick up on other's moods easily. Just be sure to pamper yourself as well! |
Cool Stuff I Want #1...
Combining unsurpassed luxury with the technologically advanced materials that made Tempur-Pedic® world famous, “The GrandBed by Tempur-Pedic™” is designed to bring you a truly incomparable sleep experience. Quilted into the blended silk cover is a 1.2” layer of temperature and pressure sensitive Tempur-HD™, a reformulated, higher density version of the classic TEMPUR® material. Beneath this quilted layer and its beautiful satin siding is yet another 1.2” comfort layer of Tempur-HD™, followed by a 4” support layer of TEMPUR® material, and an 8” double base layer that includes the AirFlow System™ to dissipate body heat and circulate air. All together, this means 14” of a body-pampering sleep surface that eliminates physical stresses, absorbs motion, and never needs to be turned or rotated. To complete your set, the matching platform foundation is available in both low and high profiles.
The cost for a king size? $ 6,199.00 US Dollars
Where can you get one? (click on the link below)
OK... So I would be happy with the much less deluxe version of this bed, but while I'm listing things I would love to have if money grew on trees... why should I skimp? :)
An Update...
Hello to all my blog buddies! I bet you all thought that I had fallen off the face of the planet again! Alas, my escape would never be that easy!
Life has been... INTERESTING... to say the least!
Lets start with an update on Samantha. We are going to see a new specialist who has discovered that Samantha has, in addition to Angelman Syndrome, West Syndrome, Cerebral Palsy, severe brain damage from the infantile spasms she had as a baby, and her cognitive ability is no where near as high as I had hoped for the past seven years. The biggest blow in all of this new information is that her life expectancy is now dramatically shorter than if she had just been diagnosed with Angelman Syndrome. The short version is this: We will be very fortunate if she lives past the age of 20. There is about a 61% chance that she will leave us before her 10th birthday. Basically... really sucky news.
Now lets add some STRESS to liven things up a bit...
On Monday we discovered (much to our astonishment and mild terror) that we are expecting baby number three. Because of this highly unexpected development, I have had to stop all of my medications very abruptly. Yes, that would be all of the medication that has kept me in a semi-functional state for the past several months. My body is very unhappy with me and not adjusting well. This is considered a very high risk pregnancy and I will be lucky if I can stay off of bed rest for even half of it!
This brings all kinds of new stress in the form of: "The What-If's"
How will we pay bills?
What happens when I can no longer work?
How will I take care of my family if my body refuses to function properly?
Do they make nice rubber rooms for pregnant chicks, because I think I'm going to need one soon?!
How is a person supposed to handle prearranging funeral details for one child (so she doesn't end up buried in a cardboard box)while planning a nursery for another?
How are we going to fit five people in this piece of crap tin can we live in?
How long can we keep this news from the mother in law from hell?
Would it be tasteless to wait until the new baby's college graduation to let her in on the news?
Will I be able to emotionally handle things if this baby is not born healthy?
So, to keep my mind off of things for a bit, my next few posts will be silly and frivolous and for lack of a better description... material in nature.
Stop by for my "Cool Stuff I Want" series!
Monday, December 04, 2006
America: One pissed off Pup...
I am very PROUD to be a citizen of The United States of America!
We are the melting pot of the world! That means we have a bit of every country here. That means you can not hate America without hating a little bit of yourself. My husband is living proof of the extent of our melting pot. He is half Filipino and the other half is an eccentric mix of First Nation (or American Indian), German, Irish, Scottish, Israeli, and God only knows what else!
I voted for Bush... TWICE!
I obviously did not vote for him because he is a great speaker (he is SO not). I did not vote for him because he is perfect (again...not). I did not vote for him because I agree with every single decision or belief he holds dear (I don't).