Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Au revoirYesterday morning, my father lost his battle with lung cancer. He was holding the hand of his younger brother and one of my most favorite uncles, Uncle Chuck, when he went. I am so grateful for the fact that he was there and that my dad was at peace and is finally, FINALLY out of pain. I am doing okay all things considered. Thanks to all of you who wrote and emailed and sent well wishes. It meant more than you could ever know. Several of you did more than people who are in my life. I don't feel the need to go into details. Most of you know my history and can imagine who came through for me and who didn't. It does not bear repeating here, does it? This is not about that. It's about my father and how much I love him. I know how blessed I am to have had that wonderful man in my life. I will always carry him in my heart.
This is where the 3 rivers converge in Pittsburgh. This is where my dad's ashes will be scattered. I am thrilled because I love this place. Love IT.
On that note, these beautiful flowers came to my home today courtesy of Mrs. DallasK, Rant 'N Ravin' Tammy and the Football Widow. What a very thoughtful, sweet surprise. Again, y'all go above and beyond and I am talking to all of you internets. Y'all bitches are the bestest. Really. I'm not sure how to adequately say thank you for just being there.
In other news, this will be my last post on this blog. I think that this is a good time in my life for a change and as I eluded to earlier, I am planning on doing a dual blog with Mrs. Pissy Britches. I could not bear the fact that the woman who talks about waxing her vag (oy vey) and thinks American Idol is the best thing since sliced bread was no longer going to post. From what I saw in her comments, a lot of y'all felt the same way. So I conned that HAB into doing this blog with me. It is called the Second Wives Club and the site is www.secondwives.wordpress.com. I am not sure what I will do with this blog - whether I will import all the posts over there and put them under one giant category or what. I don't want them to be right on the page because I want this to be a new beginning. If anyone has some ideas, I'd love to hear them.
So from now on, you will find me over there. This blog has seen me through some really rough times in my life and now is a good time to break with that portion of my life. I have made some fab friends via this blog and I hope you all will follow me to Casa de Second Wives.
Elizabeth at 9:51 PM
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Waste of Space Monday - I have no words - Just read the article
Thanks to Kami for bringing this article to my attention.
***EDITED TO ADD*** I am currently working on possibly doing a dual blog with Pissy. It seems to be a go, but I want more of her input. If it is a go, I will most likely post there on the regular and leave this place forevah. I will keep everyone informed. I'm sure you just are waiting with baited breath, right? Uh huh.
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Elizabeth at 10:58 PM
Friday, March 02, 2007
Why I hate living here, Reason #4 - This was an email I received.***UPDATED TO ADD***
The man mentioned at the end of this email apparently is the one who made this speech. I don't believe that was entirely clear. However, I agree wholeheartedly and would love to shake his hand.
If you are going to email me and say something about how this is racist, save it. You don't live here.
Say a hurricane is about to destroy the city you live in. Two questions:
What would you do?
What would you do if you were black?
Sadly, the two questions don't have the same answer.
To the first: Most of us would take our families out of that city quickly to protect them from danger. Then, able-bodied men would return to help others in need, as wives and others cared for children, elderly, infirm and the like.
For better or worse, Hurricane Katrina has told us the answer to the second question. If you're black and a hurricane is about to destroy your city, you'll probably wait for the government to save you.
This was not always the case. Prior to 40 years ago, such a pathetic performance by the black community in a time of crisis would have been inconceivable. The first response would have come from black men. They would take care of their families, bring them to safety, and then help the rest of the community. Then local government would come in.
No longer. When 75 percent of New Orleans residents had left the city, it was primarily immoral, welfare-pampered blacks that stayed behind and waited for the government to bail them out. This, as we know, did not turn out good results.
Enter Jesse Jackson and Louis Farrakhan. Jackson and Farrakhan laid blame on "racist" President Bush. Farrakhan actually proposed the idea that the government blew up a levee so as to kill blacks and save whites. The two demanded massive governmental spending to rebuild New Orleans, above and beyond the federal government's proposed $60 billion. Not only that, these two were positioning themselves as the gatekeepers to supervise the dispersion of funds. Perfect: Two of the most dishonest elite blacks in America, "overseeing" billions of dollars. I wonder where that money will end up.
Of course, if these two were really serious about laying blame on government, they should blame the local one. Responsibility to perform legally and practically fell first on the mayor of New Orleans. We are now all familiar with Mayor Ray Nagin the black Democrat who likes to yell at President Bush for failing to do Nagin's job. The facts, unfortunately, do not support Nagin's wailing. As the Washington Times puts it, "recent reports show [Nagin] failed to follow through on his own city's emergency-response plan, which acknowledged that thousands of the city's poorest residents would have no way to evacuate the city."
One wonders how there was "no way" for these people to evacuate the city. We have photographic evidence telling us otherwise. You've probably seen it by now the photo showing 2,000 parked school buses, unused and underwater. How much planning does it require to put people on a bus and leave town, Mayor Nagin?
Instead of doing the obvious, Mayor Nagin (with no positive contribution from Democratic Gov. Kathleen Blanco, the other major leader vested with responsibility to address the hurricane disaster) loaded remaining New Orleans residents into the Superdome and the city's convention center. We know how that plan turned out.
About five years ago, in a debate before the National Association of Black Journalists, I stated that if whites were to just leave the United States and let blacks run the country, they would turn America into a ghetto within 10 years. The audience, shall we say, disagreed with me strongly. Now I have to disagree with me. I gave blacks too much credit. It took a mere three days for blacks to turn the Superdome and the convention center into ghettos, rampant with theft, rape and murder.
President Bush is not to blame for the rampant immorality of blacks. Had New Orleans ' black community taken action, most would have been out of harm's way. But most were too lazy, immoral and trifling to do anything productive for themselves.
All Americans must tell blacks this truth. It was blacks' moral poverty not their material poverty that cost them dearly in New Orleans. Farrakhan, Jackson, and other race hustlers are to be repudiated for they will only perpetuate this problem by stirring up hatred and applauding moral corruption. New Orleans , to the extent it is to be rebuilt, should be remade into a dependency-free, morally strong city where corruption is opposed and success is applauded. Blacks are obligated to help themselves and not depend on the government to care for them. We are all obligated to tell them so.
The Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson is founder and president of BOND, the Brotherhood Organization of A New Destiny, and author of "Scam: How the Black Leadership Exploits Black America."
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Elizabeth at 10:10 AM
Thursday, March 01, 2007
UpdateYeah, the weather here is no bueno. I have a Pooper under my desk and I just got a memo from Reba that she will be moving to sunny San Diego. I could not quite make out the paw scratches but it said something like "First, you brought in that damn dog and now this rain, this LOUD RAIN. You no deserve me. Bon soir."
I had no idea she was bilingual.
Elizabeth at 2:34 PM
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Said yesterday while the dog had inflicted yet another unintentional woundHubs (while grabbing his man boobie): "Ouch, God damn it, Gage, that hurt."
Me (while trying not to snicker): "Did he get your nipple with his death claws AGAIN?"
Hubs (still clutching boob): "Ouch, yes."
Me: "Damn, he used to be the nut finder, now he is the nip finder."
Hubs (all of the sudden pain free and looking annoyed: "Is that a slam at my heritage?"
Me: Sigh "No, dear, had I wanted to do that, I'd have dubbed him the Gook finder. Pay attention."
Elizabeth at 11:53 AM
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Quick tip for happy feetOne should probably not wear brand new, never worn, not at all broken in 3 inch heels for two separate functions that involve a lot of sitting, standing, kneeling, and walking.
Me and the giant, puffy masses that used to be my relatively cute feet shall be retiring now to the sofa/coffee table combo. Latah.
Elizabeth at 8:00 PM
Saturday, February 24, 2007
I went and humped Kohls and rubbed my boobies on itI left with 3 bags and was poorer by $340. Mmmhmmm. I have no control. I do, however, have the following:
-new dress, pic to come later.
-new black heels.
-new walking shoes.
-ummmmm, let's just call this one a foundation garment. Lumps and bumps under new dress are no bueno.
-3 new table runners for Spring.
-a spring/bunny little display dealio. So very cute.
-new V-Day placemats on clearance for $1.19 a piece. HELLO.
-new spring placemats.
-Spring pillow for sofa.
-Shorts - needed desperately.
-Work out capri pants.
-"Welcome Spring" guest hand towels for bathroom.
-the most precious Easter egg wreath thingy.
-new cheap sunglasses. I don't buy expensive since I will break or lose them.
I wanna be Kohl's baby mama.
***UPDATED TO ADD***
This is now day #4 of no soft drinks and no pizza. I want a fucking medal for this shit. I would sell Gage off to work on a farm plowing fields if it meant I could taste the nectar of the gods known as Coke Zero.
Elizabeth at 12:32 PM