Harlan and Peggy Blumenthal Harlan is a newly fellow blogger, whom I know through work. He enlightens me on many things...check out his blog, and perhaps you will feel enlightened as well! As long as he keeps it up, that is...
So, what the heck is wrong with that brother-in-law of Jennifer Hudson?? I know, I know, "innocent until proven guilty", but seriously...this guy's story has so many holes in it, it looks like swiss cheese! Or, rather, the bodies of the people he riddled with bullets. Friggen jerk.
Here's what I know about it:
*JH's brother, mom and nephew are all dead.
*He's (Balfour) the main suspect.
*Balfour's also the husband of the mother of the boy killed. And, the son-in-law and brother-in-law of the other two.
*His MOTHER proclaims his innocence, because he "has alibis that night". He was with 2 of his 3 girlfriends at various times that night. Yes. His mother is keenly aware of his wife and THREE girlfriends. And knew that this was where he was that night.
*Today, I read that Balfour apparently killed in a (oh, get this...) JEALOUS RAGE, because he thought his wife was seeing another man. WHAT in THE HELL?? Dude, you have 3 girlfriends.
And, then, why would you kill an innocent child, and two other completely uninvolved people? Not that you should shoot your wife either, but at least that would make more sense!
Onto happier topics! I am now an official Facebook junkie. After having "found" several old, and many times missing, friends, I'm just having a blast catching back up with them! FB is so easy to do that on too, because you don't have to be too clever or wordy, like on here. Okay, fine...I'm rarely clever, but always wordy on here!
One friend I "found" is Niki! You know...Niki! No, you don't know Niki, because I hadn't seen her in, oh...27 years or something cwazy like that. Nor had my parents talked to hers, since the advent of the internet had not yet arrived when they lost touch.
Anyhoo, the Nikster was one of my very first friends in the world. When I was born, I lived in Stillwater, Minnesota, and it was there that my dad (gosh, I sure miss my dad *sniff*) and Niki's dad were in Barbershoppers together. She was only 4 months younger than me, and one of her brothers, Jamie, was 3 months younger than my brother. So, needless to say, we really liked hanging out with them. Plus, they had cool toys to play with. So, Niki was my very first BFF!
Poor Niki was yanked from my beloved, warm and noodly arms at age 6, when she moved to California, or some crap like that. Then *I* was yanked from, well, nobody I guess, and we moved to Iowa (methinks she got the long end of the stick on that one!). We visited them once when they moved BACK to MN a couple years later, and they visited us once in Iowa. After that, which I believe was in maybe 1981, nada. Nothing. Maybe Christmas cards with my mom, but since my mom hasn't done that in years, that probably also stopped sometime in the late 80's.
Over the years I've often wondered about them, and even tried the internet stalking route a few times over the years. The closest I ever came, was once I found a newsletter or something that either said that her parents *donated* to some cause, or what it seemed more likely to me, someone donated IN THEIR HONOR!! In other words, that they had both died. So, I was all sad, and even tried to reach out to the business that had posted the newsletter, but nobody got back to me.
I was in total shock when I found Niki's name on FB, and was just hope hope hoping that it was the same one! I wrote to her, thinking maybe she would think I was nuts. But, knowing her as well as I did at age 6, I just knew she'd be happy to find me too. I WAS RIGHT! YEA!!
So, now we have caught up, and now we're buddies. And, now I really want to be real-life buddies with her. But, alas, she lives in Rhode Island with her hubby and 4 (FOUR? Who would do that??) homeschooled kids. And, I was SO happy to hear that her parents are very much alive and well!!! And, living just a town over from Nik. They have even called and talked to my mom, which my mom was really thrilled about too. I only wish my dad and Joel could have had an encore Barbershop performance, if only on the phone. *sniff* again. :-(
Oh, how much I love this thing we call technology! I know it can be a pain in the butt, but man...you can just really enrich your life so much if you use it well. And, no, I'm not talking about internet porn! Sheesh!
I think my next post will be on who I have found on FB. It's just been a miracle of sorts!
I found this on CNN.com just now, and it was SO helpful to see both candidates' tax plans broken down per tax bracket. No matter how much you make, and how it affects you, we all deserve to know how the tax plans will affect us. What I found strange, is that anyone who makes $66,000/year or more (per family) will pay fewer taxes under McCain than Obama. That TOTALLY surprised me!
I often get these things, and like hearing about other people, but HATE sending them along to others. So, I'll just post it here, in case you care. I'll save the planet, one email server at a time!
44 Things about you! Learn 44 things about your friends, and let them learn 44 things about you!
1. Do you like blue cheese? Barf. No. 2. Have you ever drank liquor? Currently. 3. Do you own a gun? Yep, currently pointed at the TV with political commercials playing 4. What flavor Kool Aid was your favorite? Cherry, mixed with liquor 5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointment? Mostly just the ones where they give me bad news. 6. What do you think of hotdogs? They are WAY better than cold dogs. 7. Favorite Christmas movie? Does "A Charlie Brown Christmas" count? 8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? syrup of ipecac. Yum. 9. Can you do push ups? I *think* so...let me check. Yeah, a few. 10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My Ovaltine Secret Decoder Ring 11. Favorite hobby? practicing sarcasm 12. Do you have A.D.D.? Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I haven't had time to make the official diagnostic appointment yet 13. Middle Name? My mom says, "Mud". Maybe she meant "Mutt"? 14. Do you pay close attention and notice things like missing numbers? I mostly just notice if someone is missing teeth. Those people scare me. 15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? 1) Can I make this more interesting? 2) Probably not. 3) Okay, I'll just finish then. 16. Name 3 beverages you regularly drink? syrup of ipecac, cherry kool-aid and liquor. Mixed together. 17. Current worry? that the election will never, ever end. 18. Current hate? trying to think of interesting things to share on this list! 19. Favorite place to be? curled up in the fetal position, in a sunny patch on the floor. 20. How did you bring in the New Year? Typically, I run around our cul-de-sac naked, yelling, "OH MY GOD, I'M A SUBURBANITE! WHAT HAPPENED TO ME???" 21. Where would you like to go? Inside my husband's head. 22. Name three people who will complete this? Me, myself and I. We are all good buddies! 23. Do you own slippers? No. They scare me. Almost as much as toothless people. 24. What color shirt are you wearing right now? what shirt? 25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? Only when in one of those skanky hourly-rate "fanta-suite" hotels, while hanging out with Billy Clinton. 26. Can you whistle? From more than one spot! 27. Favorite color? the color of ear wax. 28. Would you be a pirate? Naw, their teeth are gross. And, missing. And, I notice that. 29. What songs do you sing in the shower? showering isn't my gig. Well, except when I need to do laundry. 30. Favorite Girls name? Sarah, Cindy, Michelle, and whatever Biden's wife's name is. 31. Favorite boys name? Obama, John, Todd and Joe (or Joseph). 32. What's in your pocket? I'd also have to be wearing pants for this one. 33. Last thing that made you laugh? seeing myself naked. 34. Is this a test? No, it's just stupid. And, I like it. 35. Worst injury you've ever had as a child? Being physically taken for 25 cents by having to watch my brother and his friend, Stan, breakdance. 36. Do you love where you live? Yes. My neighbors can't see me walking around naked all the time. Where is number 37??? Nobody likes 37. 38. Who is your loudest friend? Mitch. Definitely Mitch. But, nobody is probably louder than me. 39. How many dogs do you have? Just the imaginary one that Tyler is constantly feeding under the table. 40. Does someone have a crush on you? Oh, SO many people! 41. Favorite Book? The Cat in the Hat. JUST about got it finished. 42. What is your favorite candy? Those candy cigarettes that they won't allow anymore. I stashed away TONS of them when I was a kid. I "smoke" them all the time. 43. Favorite Sports Team? The Phillies! I mean, I have never watched a single game of theirs, but hey...I'll jump on the bandwagon! 44. What song do you want played at your funeral? The "Sesame Street" theme song. "Suuuunny Daaaays..."
I keep telling Kevin that our bedroom is a "No Snore Zone". Well, I told him that 2 nights ago. And, it worked! I got a solid night's sleep, and it was bliss. Last night I told him the same thing (thinking that's WHY there was no snoring, gasping, chuffing, or other grotesque man-sounds coming from him whilest I slept the night before). Well, it all went well until about 3am. Then, the "music" began. DARN!
So, I guess that Zone's boundaries have been bastardized, and torn to bits. Not sure what my next move is, but I certainly didn't get a good night's sleep last night. And, when your sleep is that interrupted in the wee early hours, one ends up having some majorly weird dreams. I'm a strange dreamer anyway, but last night's dreams (well, this morning's) took the cake.
My parents told me about Mr. Common Sense early in my life and told me I would do well to call on him when making decisions. It seems he was always around in my early years but less and less as time passed by until today I read his obituary. Please join me in a moment of silence in remembrance. For Common Sense had served us all so well for so many generations.
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentions but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a class mate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by three step brothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
I found this, as I was perusing the Strib today. If you're a Minnesota voter, you can put in your house number and ZIP code, and get information on the candidates on your particular ballot. You all probably have already seen this, but I hadn't. So, just in case, here's a public service. :-) Hopefully the link comes through okay.
Edit: Okay, after actually GOING to this link, it isn't that great after all, but it could be somewhat useful if you want to research any of the candidates that you know nothing about. Like take their name and Google them or something. Sorry!
The headlines scream at us daily about shooting in a school yard; the price of gas; the kidnapping of a child; and who said what about whom in the presidential race that is looming in America’s horizon.
Many Americans are focusing their hope for change, an overused word as of late, in this presidential election. Billboards show the face of senator hopefuls whose name I have never seen. Tens of thousands of dollars are being spent to get our attention and to “sway our vote” to their side.
Whose side is the best side?
We the people, have it all wrong. We are bullied by the media and network celebrities who have the finances and connections to feed us what they think we want to hear. People will hear what resonates with them. There is no swaying or convincing. We choose candidates who are like us. Candidates who say what we would say or rather, what we want to hear. This election isn’t about the best candidate with the platform that will get us out of the mess we are in. It is about the candidate that says the right things at the right time to the right people who are waiting to hear them.
As a society we have been indoctrinated to believe that we only have two choices. You are either a republican or a democrat. HOGWASH! A political party can’t bring about change. We are fools to believe that! We have become a top down society and if we continue to live like that we will no longer be the super power that everyone banks their money on. America will no longer be the Disneyland we have pretended to be.
If we want CHANGE, the change needs to come from within. Change cannot come from one man or one woman; one candidate or one political party.
I remember watching the Berlin wall being torn down piece by piece. At our local museum we have a chunk of it and I am still in awe to think back to who took it down. It didn’t come down by a political order from “the top”. The people in Germany had enough. They created the change and even if for one night, were filled with a hope of a new world with no boundaries; no walls.
If we don’t change, hope for the America we remember or dream about is lost.
If you have a neighbor who lost a job, what are you doing to help them? Do you even know your neighbor? Have you created a wall around your home and go to work, earn your paycheck and then come home shutting the garage door after you as you sit down in front of the TV?
Change comes when we open our hands to help someone who needs it, even if we don’t have a lot to give. Change comes when we tell a customer NO when the home they want to purchase is way out of their means. Change comes when we buy a cup of coffee for the person standing in line behind us. Try it. It creates confusion, joy and an amazing domino affect which in some cases has lasted all day. Change comes when we donate our used up treasures instead of filling a landfill. Recycling instead of trashing.
Change comes when we stop yelling at someone because their beliefs are different than ours. Change comes when we open our hands, our minds and our hearts to hearing but agreeing to disagree on issues that are important to us. Change comes when we put everything that we have into making that change happen. Change comes when we stop blaming and start admitting.
WAKE UP, America! Change will not come on the heels of a political party or our next president. Change and hope lies within each one of us. If we run in fear or panic at the first sign of bad news, hope is lost.
Hope is not in a presidential candidate but in YOU.
You are just what the country is waiting for. What are you going to do about it?