Herman Cain is sitting out the rooster fight going on between Mitt Romney and Rick Perry. Instead, he is putting his brand out there, first with his 9-9-9 plan and now an ad featuring his Chief of Staff Mark Block. The zinger is Block is smoking during the ad and blows smoke at the end. Wow. Seeing politicians smoke has become a no-no. Look at how hard President Obama tried to quit. (I don’t know if he still does and don’t mind either way – I’m not kissing him).
The Marlboro Man, Johnny Carson and countless movies show smoking. Our current policy of banning smokers even from some outdoor spaces is really too much government, even for me. I think we all know smoking has risks – hence the nickname, coffin nails – but it is a legal product. Herman Cain is finding his feet early. Romney has to deal with the side issues of his faith and policy changes and squabble with Perry, who comes across as an ill-prepared speaker and a blowhard.
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Two wonderful things happened as I went to take the garbage out tonight. First, the awesome sight of two does in my yard. Deers are so lovely and graceful. Then waiting in my mailbox to join the ToyRUs Christmas 2011 catalog….the Kmart Toybook. None of these are as wonderful as the hours I spent browsing the Sears and JC Penneys catalogues, but time does march on.
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The Hottest Toys I Predict So Far
- Sesame Street Neighborhood Playset – cause these are reminiscent of the “little people” Sesame Street Playhouse from the 1970s.
- Leappad Explorer Learning Tablet with Built-in Camera – so the kids will quit whining for an iPad or using yours.
- Imaginext Bat Cave – my nephew got one and it is sturdy, full of features and can be used by kids from 3-10. Actually I caught my Brother-in-law playing with it.
- Matchbox Squid Sub – gross squid attacks sub – sounds like hours of gross play
- Baby Alive Baby All Gone kids already like pretend feeding dolls and now you can really do it. Wonder if it comes with lots of diapers?
- Monster High Dolls Grossly goth and even more provocative than Bratz.
- Mini Lalaloopsy Treehouse Playset and Lalaloopsy Mini Dolls My daughters love them and so has everyone we have ever given them as a birthday gift.
- Disney’s Light Up Hair Rapunzel just because most of the Barbie brand dolls I have seen haven’t been exciting.and the movie is empowering for girls.
- Bikes, Scooters, Basket ball Backboards and Balls. Kick those kids out for some playtime.
My other favorites are books, journals, art supplies, and science kits. My daughter got a personalized pillowcase with her name on it, and she loves it.
I am not making any gaming recommends yet.
John Edwards can still make me swoon. He is a vision of intelligence and vitality not seen in many politicians – present or former. With the ruling of U.S. Middle District Court Judge Catherine C. Eagles, he will now also be appearing in a courtroom near me. Edwards, who went to court to seek dismiss the charges against him, now says “I want my day in court.”
Those are brave words. I cannot imagine anyone on the defending side wanting their day in court. Court is messy, emotional and the outcome is not assured. John Edwards, from his days as a prominent attorney, knows this – yet he keeps a calm persona for the public. I wonder, how does his former mistress Rielle Hunter feel about seeing the man she was so intimate with being brought up on charges that occurred over their consensual relationship. Both parties knew they could be found out, Mr. Edwards certainly knew he was married and that his wife was cast in the role of saint for her on-going cancer battle. Ms. Hunter knew about the marriage and yet she too ignored it and went along with the subterfuge afterwards.
I think they have both already made their shameful beds and have to lie in them. I don’t see how spending thousands of dollars of public money to air the terms of an extra-marital affair does anything more than satisfy our collective urge to see the mighty stumble. Neither parties will ever have a life without this shadow cast over it. That itself is worth more than any money or slap on the wrist Edwards can face.
Sadly, I will still be watching this slow-motion wreck along with everyone else.
Last night, I met a remarkable man who has autism and took the time to explain how the world feels from his point of view. He explained that for him to go acting “neuro-typical” required hours of rest and parsing his personality into one he calls Mr. Spock (that is an old Star Trek reference for those too young to know). He talked about how the sensory events of life were overwhelming to him – he can hear the whine of computers, lights and even snow falling. He also shed some light on an issue I have had in my family. My son would be fine until we approached the checkout counter at wherever we were. When we stopped moving, the lack of motion set him off. I never realized that the act of movement was soothing to some people with autism. Really, it should not have been surprising, since many people who are “neuro-typical” gesture with their hands, pace or seek the release of tension through dance and exercise. I have a small trampoline in my home, so that my son can use it to bounce off energy. It has helped. I like it too – who doesn’t enjoy the brief weightlessness of jumping?
Another thing I do is have a loud ticking clock in the hallway off the bedrooms. It helps my older son go to sleep. I found out this is called a metronome response – another would be rocking back and forth – that soothes the person. I am so thankful for this man’s willingness to share his story with our small group. If I can help my sons in any way, that will be a bonus.
Autism is a part of my family. My nephew has it and both of my sons. For those of you who don’t know, this is a spectrum disorder, meaning some people are more affected than others. Some great places to find out more information is the Autism Society. Our local chapter has a monthly support group meeting and it really does help.
I shouldn’t be this poor. Not that I am entitled to anything more than what I have, but I could have done better for myself. My life has been a series of choices, mostly bad, that have me sitting here on my mom’s old computer, hoping to find my voice among the millions.
I am part of the 99%, but I am not sure that taking from people who have made it into the 1% is really a solution. I won’t lie, I would like to be up there, not worrying about things like rent or how my momma’s going to live when she can’t work anymore. I am more fortunate than a good deal of the third world, which I try often to remind myself that I do having running water and flush toilets. I don’t have to pick between eating or heating my home. I am extremely grateful to have been born here in America – even if the milk and honey are served out disproportionately.
I grew up, lower middle class I guess. My dad worked in textiles and my mom babysat children in the neighborhood, to have what she called “her money.” I had what I would call a typically dysfunctional childhood – complete with domestic violence, molestations and being told every day I was not worth a half-penny. I guess you would say I was the kind of kid who was told by her momma that if she hadn’t lost her virginity to that jerk, and knew about birth control, I wouldn’t be around. I didn’t live without any joy, I suppose because I just thought all families had horrible secrets behind the shiny brass knockers.
I won’t say that hasn’t affected me, but now, at 43, I want better for myself. So, the quest begins….
My family has a horrible record with strep throat since we have moved back down south. Right now, out of five people, three have it, and I am pretty sure tomorrow is going to bring the count up to four. Strep, according to the Mayo Clinic website, is most prevalent in fall and spring. Ok, it is fall and here we are.
I am not going to lie and say we are the cleanest family on the block, but I really want to know
Why is it so hard for schools to make time to have kids wash their hands?
- Upon Arrival
- Before Lunch
- After Recess
- Before Dismissal
and my favorite, after the bathroom breaks! Let’s hear it for some old-fashioned soap and water.
Teachers and administrators want smartboards, iPads, laptops at every desk. Hey, if the kids aren’t there because of illness – the fancy stuff doesn’t matter. What I would like to see in schools? More sinks.
Published in 1999 by Vintage Contemporaries, this realistic suspense novel was one of my most recent finds at a thrift store. It is an Oprah’s Book Club selection and a finalist for the 1999 National Book Award for Fiction. This book is well worth the read.
The main storyline is about a wealthy Persian family, the Behranis, that relocates after the fall of the Shah to America. Reduced in circumstances, Colonel Behrani takes a chance and buys a house for sale at a county auction. He envisions selling the house for a profit and starting on his way to the American Dream. Unfortunately, the owner of the house has other ideas about giving up the property without a fight. Kathy Nicolo is a house cleaner, recovering addict and an abandoned wife. She sees the house as her last vestige of stability. A chance meeting with a sheriff brings things into a whirling vortex that will have you staying up late to finish the book.
What I enjoyed most was the description of the harshness of assimilation in a new country, the dynamics of the Behranis and the noir ending of it all. None of the main characters are loveable, but they are human to the last line.