Ice 1, Atlanta 0

North Georgia had an ice storm last night. Not enough precip for a Yankee to sneeze at, but when the ground has been uncharacteristically frozen for a week, well, it doesn’t take much.

According to this morning’s news (WSB), there were around 900 over 1000 accidents in N GA/Atlanta metro last night. 300 350 or so were in Cobb County. One of those was my boy. That’s the one that matters. College Boy has a new found appreciation of (not) driving on icy roads and of listening to his parents/girlfriend’s parents/every adult within earshot’s admonitions of staying put during bad weather. He is fine, just a few scratches. Sweet Girlfriend has a bump on her head. The verdict is still out on his car.

As for me, well, there goes another five years off my life. Between him and his sister, I must be nearing my expiration date.

Prayers for Jessica

Read THIS. Now.

And thank you, Gerard, for finding these lovely paths in the overgrown garden of the internet. Only you can do it.

Graduation, T – 1 and Counting

Less than 24 hours to go. So far, we’ve covered cars, sweets and soccer. It’s hard to nail down the last one. He’s turned out to be a fine young man, with a bright mind. He’s going to major in history. One step at a time.

He always loved stories about heroes. The books we’d read at bedtime were about brave boys, sometimes with sharp swords, who rescued friends and protected grandmothers. He’d request special stories to be made up on the spot about him, slaying dragons, fighting tigers, flying jets, always with the coolest weapons, ready to save the day.

He has soft spot for senior citizens, which is unusual for his age group. When he was a wee fella, my husband’s grandmother was still living, so he had a great-grandmother. She fell (horribly) in front of him at a very young age (around 4 years old, I think) and eventually died of complications from her injuries. He told me then that if he’d been bigger he could have saved her. He’s brought it up several times, just in conversation. It usually takes me by surprise and I have to excuse myself for a while for a quick cry. The last time was just a few years ago. It’s touching in that he already understands that being a hero sometimes involves tenderness and sacrifice.

I’m hanging in there, but it’s getting harder to keep it together.

Sorry So Quiet – UPDATED

A family emergency required my presence so I’ve been out of town for a day or so. While I’m happy and relieved at the current outcome (things could have been much worse), I’m sad that I’ve missed the Tea Party Day. So I’ll just have to live vicariously through your pictures and stories.

Send me links, pictures, inspiration. The email address is in the left side-bar.

Here’s our pal John Berry, singing Give Me Back My America live last fall (sorry it won’t embed). Spread it around – let’s make this the unofficial Tea Party Song!

Pundit and Pundette has great pictures, including “The Fedora Boys” – Stacy and Smitty of The Other McCain and DaTechGuy, all CPAC pals.

More Tea Party posts:

Why a Tea Party? This is why. This, too.

Mockery. What else did you expect? “Dissent is the highest form of patriotism” only counts when you’re a Democrat protesting something GW Bush said, did, thought, etc.

Brace yourself for the smears.


DC: Stacy I, Stacy II, Stacy III and Smitty.

St. Louis: Jim Hoft, Rep. Thaddeus McCotter

Kansas City: Nice Deb

Madison, WI: Trog

Shreveport, LA: Pat (who is feeling better, finally)!

Chicago: Anne I and Anne II.

Tampa: Carol

Prince William County, VA: Kris I and Kris II.

Other round-ups:
The Other McCain
No Sheeples Here

The Much Needed Respite is at Hand

Not-So-Wee Highlander’s last high school spring break is upon us. Heading south for the sparkling beaches and nightly visits to purveyors of straight-off-the-boat fried shrimp. While I may be out of town, I’ll be checking in frequently.

Who needs to pay the tax for a fake-n-bake, when I’ll be soaking up the real stuff? Until the Obamatrons figure out a way to tax that, too.

Consider this an open thread, to wish for your own spring break get-away or that the rascals in Washington would go on spring break and never come back.

Be civil, be nice, be clean. Don’t get sunburned.

Blessings from Above

After a year of heartache and political manipulations motivated by race, our friends the W’s finalized their adoption of the precious daughter they’ve always wanted on Good Friday.

The courtroom was full of family and friends. The judge seemed touched by the outpouring of love in the room and commented he’d never seen quite such an extended family at an adoption hearing. There were many tears, but they were all tears of joy.

God is good.

Quote of the Day

“When i go to Chicago…am i gonna need to convert my money to Obama dollars??” – my daughter, on the eve of the big audition in Chi-town.

Congrats to Clan McCain

I take a little time off for R-n-R, hoping to heal up my nasty cold that threatens to take over Rhode Island, and what happens? Somebody goes off and gets engaged.

Happy congrats to Kennedy & Martin and to the proud daddy, too. He’ll be rattling that dang tip jar 24/7 now that he’s got a wedding to pay for!

Things that Make Me Happy

Frequent readers here know I like The Sound of Music (sorry – how very unJedi of me), so a little rendition of one of my favorite songs is in order to explain why I’ve been a bit quiet the last few days.

My Favorite Things

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into Springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into Springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad.

And now it’s time to add something new. This makes me VERY happy. Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to our brand new graduate, the young lady formerly known on this blog as “College Girl.”

P.S. If someone with Photoshop skills could tell me how to lose the ugly blue bar, I’d be very appreciative.

Many thanks to Carol of No Sheeples Here for beautifying the picture. Ain’t the internetz grand?

Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Vampires

20 bad lessons girls learn from Twilight (h/t Fausta). As if our girls aren’t confused enough by the mixed messages from media vs school vs parents vs peers, along comes Twilight to make it worse. Samples:

4. If a boy tells you to stay away from him because he is dangerous and may even kill you, he must be the love of your life. You should stay with him since he will keep you safe forever.
7. It is extremely romantic to put yourself in dangerous situations in order to see your ex-boyfriend again. It’s even more romantic to remember the sound of his voice when he yelled at you.
9. Because they come back, you should hold out, waiting for them for months, even when completely acceptable and less-abusive alternative males present themselves.
14. If the boy you are in love with causes you (even indirectly) to be so badly beaten you end up in the hospital, you should tell the doctors and your family that you “fell down the steps” because you are such a silly, clumsy girl. That false explanation always works well for abused women.
20. Vampires — once among the great villains of literature and motion pictures — are no longer scary. In fact, they’re every bit as whiny, self-absorbed and impotent as any human being.

“This war of nerves”

Via Ruby Slippers

What “war of nerves?” Our BHO-besotted media decides that the mumblings of Levi Johnston outranks the outrage of the KSM “criminal” trial, the wholesale heist of the economy via health-care “reform,” the American Apology Tour and the “Stimulus” that ballooned our national debt and killed American jobs? That’s what tweaks MY nerve.

Our media needs to go back to journalism school and learn how to research and report on real issues. Not this idiocy.

The self-absorbed man-child thinks he’s “winning.” Winning what, exactly? He should be trying to be a good dad for his son and repairing the damage he’s inflicted on Bristol, instead of these shenanigans. His 15 minutes is over and now all we see is the pathetic mugging for the cameras.

Levi Johnston is nothing but a tool. A clueless adolescent, adrift in a personal fog created by media pimps. As a parent myself, I wonder if they are proud or ashamed of their son. These days, you never know.

Time to put on your big boy pants, Levi.

UPDATE: Ruby Slippers is hoping is this is the last second of his 15 minutes. Me, too.

9/12 Moms

From Carol:

On Monday, October 19th, a new website will be launched. It is called the 9/12 Mom’s Network. Please consider joining a movement sparked by a sisterhood of patriot moms.

Sign up. I did.

Pray for the O’Hannigans

From The Anchoress: Patrick O’Hannigan and his daughter Jane were in a serious car accident Tuesday morning. Dad is healing but Jane is still unconscious in PICU with head trauma.

We are no strangers to the frightened, dreadful helplessness that engulfs when a child has a brain injury/illness. Our heartfelt prayers are with them for a speedy and complete recovery.

Cupcakes for Thursday

And no, I’m not inviting POTUS over for dinner. I’m not in the mood to count the silverware.


Don’t these lovely morsels conjure the happiest of thoughts? The colors, the sprinkles; you just feel like a little kid again. Cupcakes are all the rage these days. Beside being adorably cute, they satisfy your sweet tooth without risking the bloat endangerment of eating a giant piece of cake. Or half the cake. Oh blazes, the whole cake. I’ve never done it (ahem), but I’ve watched my boy do it. Growing boys, they say. And having the metabolism of a cheetah helps. But back to the cupcakes.


Even brides are using them in inventive ways as a stylish replacement for wedding and groom’s cakes. Here’s a website with tons of cupcake recipes. Yum Yum.

Enter MeMe Roth (I’ll let you make the ironic observation of her name, I mean really, I try to rise above that sort of stuff), self-appointed culinary police at Public School 9 in NYC (h/t Free-Range Kids). Ms. Roth has gone ballistic on her kids school, yet again, for serving cupcakes, etc. for special events. Her kids even have a special Tupperware container in which they are instructed to place all junk-foods from their school (for further inspection? Midnight consumption? Oops, sorry). School administrators have suggested she request a transfer for her kids since she believed they were “threatened” by the exposure to junk food. Described as “hostile” and “abrasive” by school personnel and PTA members…

Her extreme methods have earned her attention before: The police were called to a Y.M.C.A. in 2007 when she absconded with the sprinkles and syrups on a table where members were being served ice cream. That was Ms. Roth who called Santa Claus fat on television that Christmas, and she has a continuing campaign against the humble Girl Scout cookies, on the premise that no community activity should promote unhealthy eating.

After the constant barrage of complaints to staff, teachers and other parents, you’d get tired of seeing them walk through the door, too. Elementary school is quickly losing it’s reputation as the last refuge of any semblance of childhood.


Both parents left feeling they were being pushed out of P.S. 9, which they perceive as exhausted by Ms. Roth’s intense lobbying for, among other things, permission slips for any food not on the official lunch menu. It would not be the first time: The Roths previously lived in Millburn, N.J., where, after Ms. Roth waged war on the bagels and Pringles meal served to kids at lunch, received e-mail from one member of the P.T.A. that said, “Please, consider moving.” That was in 2006, and P.S. 9 has been hearing about its transgressions against healthy eating pretty much ever since.

This reminds me of a little story when my kids were very young. I was firm in my commitment that my younglings would not be exposed to weapons of any kind. Then my darling baby boy, chewed off his toast in such a way that it was shaped like a gun. He’d point all around and say “Bang Bang Bang” while giggling his little baby head off. So much for that.


Every parent is entitled to raise their children as they wish; I understand that and rejoice in the fact there are parents out there willing to raise their own children instead of turning them over to the state for mindless indoctrinaiton. So I have a suggestion, Ms. Roth. If you REALLY want to control every bite that goes into your children’s mouths and save them from death by dreaded cupcakes, quit your job and home school. That is the only way you can ensure absolute iron-clad control of their diet. Besides, they would end up better educated. Then you can take your own arugula to the neighborhood birthday parties – you’re on your own there, honey.

UPDATE: Donald Douglas of AmericanPower has more on ME!ME!.

Your Assignment Today, Should You Choose to Accept It

…is to get David Letterman fired. Yep, folks, it’s Tuesday and you know what that means. Useful Idiot Day at the praxeum. Surprisingly, the shy and retiring President Cupcake has been dethroned this week by the world’s dirtiest old man. Mama is mad, really mad, at this fella for joking about raping young girls, so watch out! Sir, is this the way you want to raise your son? Good thing you don’t have any daughters.

Cynthia Yockey is on a one-woman mission to deliver his pink slip. Join her (and me) in contacting CBS and their sponsors imploring to rid the airwaves of this pestilence – (info from

CBS Television / Main number: 212-975-4321
Les Moonves, President and CEO, CBS, 212-975-4545,
Nina Tassler, President, CBS Entertainment, 323-575-2747,
Mike Nelson, VP Communications, 818-655-2156,

CBS Television Studios
Lauri Metrose, VP Communications, 818-655-7223, Jennifer Solari, Executive Director Communications, 818-655-7222,
Kim Sartori, Director Communications, 818-655-7221,

Major Advertisers:
Johnson & Johnson (Listerine and KY Brand)
Main Number: 1-888-222-0182 (Johnson & Johnson Healthcare Products)
Kristina Chang, Public Relations, 973-385-4370,
Steve Schonberg, Edelman PR, 212-704-4494,

Old Navy (Parent company is Gap Inc)
Main Number: 650-952-4400
Nicole Bender, Public Relations, 415-832-2889,

Kellogg’s (Mini-Wheats)
Main Number: 1-800-962-1413 (Consumer Affairs)
Allison Costello, Ketchum PR, 412-456-3741,

Southwest Airlines
Main Number: 214-792-4847 (Public Relations)
Gary Kelly, CEO, 214-792-4000,
Ginger Hardage, SVP Culture & Communications, 214-792-6924,
Linda Rutherford, VP Communications, 214-792-4625,

Olive Garden
Main Number: 1-800-331-2729 (Guest Relations)
John Caron, Executive VP Marketing,
Grey Advertising (their ad agency), 212-546-2083

Other National Advertisers:
June 11 –Touchstone Pictures (Disney), Samsung, T-Mobile, Microsoft, Chase Bank, Pfizer (Zyrtec), Wyeth (Centrum Vitamins), Ford, Lexus, Mazda and Saturn (in addition to several of the above)

June 10 – DirecTV, MetLife, Amica, AT&T, Samsung, Verizon, Chase Bank, Aventis (Actonel), Merck (Pepcid), Pfizer (Zyrtec), Wyeth (Centrum Vitamins), Honda, Kia, Lexus, Lincoln and Toyota (in addition to several of the above)

His flip attitude about the whole affair is indicative of American’s general decline in values. Anything is permissible, especially if it’s cloaked in raunchy locker-room humor and denigrates an opponent. Even better if the opponent is female. Just look at the example in the White House.

Previously: Letterman the Lecher, Shouldn’t Letterman’s Head be on a Platter by Now?

UPDATE: Cynthia’s Handy-Dandy Fire David Letterman Kit #1 and Handy-Dandy Fire David Letterman Kit #2. Now get on it!

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