One Nice Day Must Be Enjoyed

Hey, sorry I haven’t written, turned out to be a busier few days than I expected. First off, I got called to become “Emergency Waitress”. I know how hard it is when a restaurant is short handed so I don’t mind occasionally being called to lend a hand. Problem is, I’m no great waitress. Don’t give me more than two tables at once, or, well, this could happen:

Table #1: Miss, could we have some Ketchup?
Table #2: I need cream for this
coffee – don’t you have real cream?
Table #3: (raising glass and waggling it) Scotch, on the rocks, tall glass…
Other waitress: Your food is up! They’re
yelling for you in the kitchen
Table #4: Can we have our check?
***Five Minutes Later***
Waitress 1: Why is Emergency Waitress lying on the dirty
tablecloths with a napkin over her head, weeping?
Waitress 2: I don’t know, but table five said they just got a large tomato juice with whip cream on top…and a bill for $89.97.

Al got our new scanner (thank you Kane Citizen) hooked up, but there are some issues regarding how to use the device yet. So far I have been able to scan this picture in that should have accompanied my post “Grab a Hanky” as I could not find it on line. Here’s to hoping I can conquer the scanner soon and get back to writing my Vegas saga.

I need a makeover - and Photoshop!

Check out this You Tube video from Dove regarding our perceptions of beauty!

Direct Hit!

You are Agnostic

You're not sure if God exists, and you don't care. For you, there's no true way to figure out the divine. You rather focus on what you can control - your own life. And you tend to resent when others "sell" religion to you.

What's Your Religious Philosophy?

Getting Warmer!

You Should Drive a Ford Shelby Mustang Cobra

You have an extreme need for speed, even when you're not in a hurry. And while your flying by, you don't want to look like every other car on the road!

What 2007 Car Should You Drive?

No Way! (Well, Maybe...)

You Are Bert

Extremely serious and a little eccentric, people find you loveable - even if you don't love them! You are usually feeling: Logical - you rarely let your emotions rule you You are famous for: Being smart, a total neat freak, and maybe just a little evil How you life your life: With passion, even if your odd passions (like bottle caps and pigeons) are baffling to others

The Sesame Street Personality Quiz

Meanwhile, Back at the Blog

Sorry I have not written as of late. Tuesday I was all ready for some blogging and fell sound asleep on the couch! Oh, well. Best laid plans, yada, yada. Then Wednesday the system was down, so that killed that. Tonight I'm pretty tired as well. Eating too many carbs and it's way too cold. To cap all that off, this is the "time-change" weekend. I hate losing daylight. I'd rather drive to work in the dark. Just another reason to move to the equator. Most people just spend that extra hour sleeping anyway. Or complaining about the loss of an hour. I plan to put my bonus hour to good use - shopping.

Spent quite a bit of time this evening sorting my coupons. Call me an old lady (but I've been doing this since I can recall) all you want, I love clipping coupons and saving a few cents. Someone once told me coupons were bad because they could motivate you to buy stuff you don't need. Well now, that describes EVERY purchase I make, so what's the big whoop?

My goal in life is to have the store owe me money at the end of a transaction. The only sweeter thing than seeing a sign that says 'sale' is seeing a sign that says sale on something I also have a coupon for! Score!!

So I spent all kinds of time cleaning out the old expired coupons and replacing them with new ones. I clip far more than I ever use, but that's ok. I have five brands of laundry soap in the coupon folder. When I get to the store I'll just see what gives me the best deal.

Frankly, I'm surprised I ever married Mr. Right without a coupon being involved somehow.

"Look honey, "Make one vow, get the second half off!"

Perhaps we could create coupons for other real life situations?

North Korea...

"Launch one nuclear volley, receive two free"

George Bush

"Start two wars, get one exit strategy half off"

Condi Rice

"Good for your choice of rescuing twenty three thousand flood refugees or one pair designer shoes. "

Jerry Springer

"Present five broken chairs for two ratings points"

Ford Motor Company

"With proof of every thousand laid-off workers, earn one executive bonus"

I'll finish the Vegas story later.

Nor Should They

Remember When?

Remember When?

Grab a Hanky!

Hometown chips in to repair Guardsman's beloved 'Vette
By Kathy Van MullekomMcClatchy/Tribune news
Published October 23, 2006

NEWPORT NEWS, Va. -- When Adam Stevens applies tire shine to the wheels of the military Humvee he drives in Iraq, his thoughts wander back home to Newport News, Va.

Not to thoughts of a girlfriend waiting for him. Not to thoughts of his parents worrying about him.

Instead, he thinks about the 1980 Corvette that waits for his return later this year. Corvette enthusiasts will tell you a Corvette in any condition, made any year, is always special. But Stevens' black 'Vette is more precious because it's been "refreshed" through the generous help of hometown mechanics and car groups that wanted to do something nice for a fellow car hobbyist who serves his country.

"I have wanted a Corvette ever since I rode in my dad's brand new Corvette when I was about 5," says Stevens, 21, via e-mail from Iraq. "I cannot wait to take the top off this summer and go for a nice cruise."

Luckily, Stevens' father, John, got to keep that car, even though he bought it without first telling wife Barbara. She still remembers that day in 1990 when she saw this gorgeous red Corvette coming toward her.

"As the car got closer, I realized it was my husband," she says. "He waved and smiled as he rode by. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw my two boys, Adam and Aaron, sitting in the back with huge smiles on their faces and waving ecstatically. What a memory!"

Stevens bought his coupe-style 'Vette in 2003 when he was a senior at Heritage High School in Newport News. After joining the Beachcombers Corvette Club in Virginia Beach, Va., later that year, he and club members journeyed to the National Corvette Museum's 50th anniversary caravan in Bowling Green, Ky. More than 300 cars participated in that parade, which ended in Nashville for major events that celebrated the car's history.

"Though I was the youngest driver on the trip, they still welcomed me with open arms and looked after me like family," Stevens said.

"He impressed all the `adults' with his enthusiasm and spirit," says Tony Watson, a club member and Corvette owner. Watson also works with Stevens' parents. Shortly after that adventure, Stevens was accepted to Virginia Tech and joined the Army National Guard to help pay for his education.

Before heading for Iraq this past January, Stevens damaged his car while driving home from Tech in Blacksburg, Va. He left for duty, knowing he could get the car repaired later.

"He was pretty discouraged," his mother says. "He knew it was going to be fairly expensive, so he was pretty down."

Not wanting Stevens to come home to a down-and-out 'Vette during his two weeks' leave, the Corvette club and businesses stepped in to make the car right. Tidewater Corvette in Newport News donated parts, and club member Greg Koteski rebuilt most of the car's mechanical systems. One Stop Painting in Yorktown, Va., gave Stevens' parents a greatly reduced price on repainting the vehicle.

When Stevens arrived home for rest and relaxation in August, he was greeted by a car that performs as it should, Stevens and his dad said.

Now that he's back in Iraq for the finish of a year's assignment, Corvette thoughts are always running through his mind.

"I think about how much I want to get back to it," he writes. "I fall in love again every time I see my Corvette."

So Shoe Me

Dying of thirst, I exited the Wynn. Las Vegas is in the middle of a desert, so they can mark up water extra high. Of course, there are no drinking fountains in any casino. You must pay. Or at least risk the embarrassment of being caught drinking from the lighted fountain out front. Digging in my purse I found sixty-one cents. Frequently on the walkways spanning the strip you can find people selling bottled water for a dollar. Of course these people aren’t licensed, there’s no health department overseeing the dirty ice chest they lug out there, so caveat emptor. But I’m really thirsty and offer the first guy I come to sixty-one cents. He says that’s enough, and gives me a water. Whoo Hoo! That’s a thirty nine cent savings! I’ll have that Latte paid off in no time. I’ll be sure to mention that to the ER doctors as I’m being treated for dysentery. The bottle seems to have its original seal, but one never knows.

Also comes in zebra, but that store did not carry it!

I spent a few hours in the huge Fashion Fair Mall. I was hoping for something different than what the casinos offered, and there were some other stores. A few ‘mall’ staples like Macy’s, Nordstrom’s, etc. It had a few floors and food court where I grabbed a gyros. The only store I could really afford anything in was Wet Seal. Their stuff was cheap and I fell in love with an uncomfortable (but killer looking) pair of leopard peep-toe stilettos. After seeing what a few of the other stores wanted for faux animal prints, I came back and spent the $24.95. Even if I wear them twice, it was worth it. This is Vegas, I reasoned. There’s like a two-animal print minimum. (Sure enough, I later bought a leopard sweater at their Rainforest Café). Now I had even more junk to ship home.

There was also this little Hawaiian Jewelry kiosk of some sort on the lower floor. Lots of sterling silver, lots of turtles! There was this big cuff they wanted $120 for. The young girl said she could sell it to me for $80. Hmmm. Decided on a little silver charm of a sea turtle holding up a hoop for a dolphin to jump through. It was $30. She said she could go as low as $25 on that one. No, twenty, I countered. She took the twenty. I felt a Latte better.

But I still have the nagging feeling I should have got her down to $60 on the bracelet and bought that…. Next time!!

Next: Monty, is that you?

An Inconvenient Flurry

Dear Al,

What do you say now, Mr. Smartypants? This is the coldest October on record. In fact, it’s snowing as I type this and this isn’t even the first snow of the season. Chicago has never had measurable snowfall this early before. Where’s my global warming? Where’s my Best Year Ever, 2005? Oh, you’re blaming the snow on greenhouse gasses as well. I see. Mighty convenient. Fine. Send me a map indicating those areas that will increase in temperature but continue to get reasonable amounts of precipitation. I will then move away and stop bothering you.

But I’m taking both of my high-octane slurping pavement monsters.

GAL

Luck be a Latte

Al headed to the conference early the next morning, and I forgot to ask him to corner the Cingular president and ask why his plan didn't include free weekends.

Headed downstairs with a full itinerary of attractions I wanted to hit that day and decided to stop at one of the little gelato cafes to get a coffee before trekking down to the Wynn casino. What the heck, pull out all the stops, calories be damned! I’ll have a medium Latte. Excuse me? How much? $5.60??? Are you kidding? No, I don’t want to charge it to my room. I’ll just give you all the cash in my wallet, and you throw in a stir-stick, how’s that? There’s not enough Splenda to steal in the world that will make up that transaction. But of course, I take five extra packets anyway. I don’t care if I have to carry them home on the plane; I’m getting my money worth here. Should have ordered a ghetto latte. Monsters. Their ‘medium’ is a ‘small’ anywhere civilized, and a gallon of milk is less than $3… If I wanted to throw money away, I would have hit the craps table. C’mon seven, Mama needs her caffeine…

I’m barely across the walkway to the Flamingo when two women from Europe ask me if there’s anyplace to have breakfast that isn’t so costly. I show them my $5 Latte, and say no. I know how they feel. The Flamingo advertised a nature walk by their pool that was free, so I pop in to check it out. Not much, but then, it was free… They have some nice black swans, an Ibis, Crested crane, a variety of ducks, some turtles and of course a few flamingos. Took pictures and decided to take a look-see in the gift shop. Nice T-Shirts and such, decide I’ll be back.

Continue on to the Wynn and enter through the shops. I haven’t figured out how these swanky shops are staying open. First off, the prices are far beyond outrageous. There aren’t that many gangsters with girlfriends who can afford to shop there, and I don’t see any tourists buying anything this trip. In visits past, I would see these little Asian girls loaded down with designer bags of purchases. This year I see tons of foot traffic going past stores, but no buying. Channel, Gucci, Prada, Bebe, the list goes on. One or two bored employees stare out at the walkway as if they can will a shopper to enter. Some are dusting or windexing the glass cases, but in most cases they are leaning against their gilded counters looking very, very bored. Now what is this costing the parent company? It’s the same upscale shops over and over in each shopping area. Caesar’s, Wynn, Venetian and I presume the Aladdin all have basically the same stuff. How can a store staff and light five little outlets across town? What’s the point? Do they really sell one $1800 jacket a month at each storefront and just squeak by?

I dropped into one famous store, but right now I can’t recall the name. I do recall the $600 skirt I looked at, and the eager saleswoman who showed it to me. Now I’m sure she could smell “Kohl’s” on me from forty paces, but on the off chance that I had just hit a jackpot, she was rather pleasant. Nice stuff, but not happening. If anyone local is buying this stuff, I need to hit their yard sale. Excuse me, Estate Sale.

I ask where the Ferrari dealership is, and am given directions by a doorman. That is a nice feature of Vegas. People whose entire job it is to direct you to various points in their hotel. Not like the abrasive greeter at Evil-Mart who yanks a cart out and jabs me with it menacingly, pressing me to Have A Nice Day.

Once there, I am dismayed that after forking over my $10, I am told there are no photographs. What? Can I turn off my flash? What’s the big deal? There are a few cars on the floor and I am directed to a flight of stairs to the basement. There lies the dealership garage, and I think it cool to see some Ferraris on lifts being serviced. I don’t see any mechanics, however. Hmmm.

At the bottom of the steps I see about a dozen Ferraris, all for sale, as this is a working dealership. Of course, you can’t cross the velvet ropes and really look at any of them. I’m starting to feel about as ripped off as a large latte buyer. There is a young woman on hand to answer questions. Of course, she doesn’t know everything, and has never driven one. I find this out because I decide that I’m going to get my $10 worth if I have to bug every person I see.

I start asking questions. Lots of questions. My goal is to have them pay me $10 to leave. If I would have thought of it, I would have asked what weight oil each takes. As it is, we discuss color options, engine specs and transmissions. I learn that there is an electric canvas top that covers the F430 at the push of a button. Cool.

A young guy and gal have a station at the end where you can have your picture taken in a Ferrari for $20. I point out I already paid $10 to look around, and if they would just turn their back a second, I’d take my own picture, thank you. Finally the girl appeals to my sense of reason. I can sit in the Ferrari, and not buy the picture after they take it. Sold.

Once ensconced in $200K of automobile, I start touching things, much to her alarm. Can’t touch anything but the wheel! Yeah, yeah. Why are there two temperature gauges? She doesn’t know. I’m just happy to learn that you get oil, temp (x2), battery, speedo and tach. I hate idiot lights. No gas gauge… must be a lighted display. The speedo goes well into the 200s and 60 mph is a tiny blip in the first 1/5 of the dial. Reluctantly I leave the car, and have no problem declining to buy the picture: she didn’t even get the entire car in the frame.

Upstairs I find actual salesmen and begin a new barrage of questions. I learn this is the only dealership in the United States for Ferrari/Maserati and they sell 25 cars a month. To buy a new Ferrari, there is a four year waiting list, and you must be a present Ferrari owner to get added to the list. Registered owner, which means you must buy one of their overpriced used showroom choices just to get on the list.

Spoke to a guy who claimed to have sold a Maserati to Eva Longoria, and Ferraris to John Lovitz (instilling me with hope that the seats move far enough forward for short people like myself), George Clooney and Wayan family members.

He said many came in without an appointment. Sports stars with money to burn would pay whatever was listed on the tag. He said there really wasn’t any negotiating, because demand outstripped supply, and they knew they could get whatever they asked. Which, for the one I wanted, a F430 with F1 transmission, was $435K.

We discussed the six-speed versus the F1 (paddles, no clutch) transmissions and he explained both oil and coolant temperature was displayed. They come with a 4 year warranty. Several color choices of leather interior. One even boasted easy payments of $3600 a month! After finding out there are no brochures, sales items, or anything of value that I could possibly get out the door with other than a free postcard (took 3) I finally leave. I’ll be back when I have money. And I’ll make them take $10 off! They so owe me.

Any excitement about Exiting Through the Gift Shop quickly evaporates as soon as I see the prices. Their mugs are $30! Things go up from there. T shirts are well over $40, and anything decent is at least $65. This is ridiculous. I see this older woman and her husband looking around, and she picks up the ugliest white leather jacket I have ever seen. I’m not quite sure what it had to do with Ferrari. Amid all the cool red and black prancing horse stuff is this white jacket with Asian-looking lettering and designs on it in purple. This thing is about $800 and she tries it on for a second, then walks to the cash register and buys it! If anyone knows the significance of this jacket, please share it with me. Everything seemed to be tied to racing, and I can only guess they were Ferrari owners and knew what it was. Strange. Finding nothing I could afford, I left for cheaper pastures.

Next: 39 cents down, four dollars to go

Stingrays Gone Wild!!!

TAMPA - An 81-year-old man remains in critical condition after he was attacked by a stingray.
Doctors were able to remove the stingray's barb from James Bertakis.
He underwent surgery to get the barb out, after it apparently lodged in or near his heart. Rescue officials say a spotted eagle ray jumped into Bertakis' boat and onto his lap - stinging him in the chest.

I told you mother nature was pissed...

So what exactly are the odd that this would happen again?

The man's son, Chris Bertakis, says "I just didn't think it could happen.
Never heard of it until last month. And to hear it happened again to our father,
it's just shocking."
It was just last month that crocodile hunter Steve Irwin died after he was struck in the heart by the barb of a sting ray.
Tom Delaney of Lowry Park Zoo says, "You couldn't even say it's a lightning strike
because it's even rarer than that."

Can Stingrays on a Plane be far behind???

Whose Side Are You On?

Remember when the big question was are you a Stones fan or a Beatles fan? At the time, the two were mutually exclusive. You had to pick a camp. Adorable mop-top or Satan's henchmen.

What about the Clarence Thomas hearings? Were you wearing an I Believe Anita shirt?

Today's pressing question: Heather or Paul?

Right now I'm hearing overwhelming support for Paul. I have to admit some of these allegations are pretty laughable. I've had better fights with Mr. Right over living room furniture. Or where to have lunch.

10.1 The petitioner has been physically violent towards the respondent.
Not to be tolerated. If true, Heather should have left long ago. Point: Heather

10.2 The petitioner has behaved in a vindictive, punitive manner towards the respondent, on occasion thereby exposing her to risk.
Um, excuse me, they were married... (note to self: don't let Al know this is grounds for divorce lest he file against me) Point: Paul

10.3 In breach of his promises to the respondent made when she agreed to marry him, the petitioner continued to use illegal drugs, and to consume alcohol to excess, throughout the marriage, thereby causing the respondent distress.
Oh, come on!!! Nobody's that naive. Point: Paul

11.2 On one occasion in Los Angeles in or about the end of October or beginning of November 2002, in the presence of others, the petitioner (who was drunk) loudly pointed out that the respondent was in a "bad mood." (The respondent was unhappy because hostile comments had been made about her on the Barbara Walters show). When the petitioner and respondent got back to their house they began to argue about the petitioner behaviour towards the respondent. The petitioner grabbed the respondent by the neck and pushed her over a coffee table. He then went outside, and in his drunken state he fell down a hill, cutting his arm (which remains scarred to this day).
Hellooo...Earth to Heather! Like this has never happened to anyone else. Well, like anyone else ever stood to earn about $10K for every hour they were married to the jerk... Point: Paul

11.3 On 12 May 2003 when the petitioner and the respondent were in a hotel in Rome and the respondent was four weeks pregnant, the petitioner behaved coldly and with indifference towards the respondent who was distressed by a derogatory newspaper article about her. An argument ensued between them in the bathroom during which the petitioner became angry and pushed the respondent into the bath. The respondent suffered shock and distress. Notwithstanding this, the petitioner procured the respondent's attendance at his concert that evening by instructing his staff to pester her until she relented.
Please. Point: Paul

11.4 On the same occasion, and following the concert, in a fit of pique because the respondent refused to go to the after-show party and instead dined privately at a restaurant with her sister and her personal female bodyguard, the petitioner directed the female bodyguard to abandon the respondent, leaving her exposed to the attentions of the hordes of fans (500,000 attending a free concert) in Rome at that time. At the end of the meal, the respondent was forced to take a 30-minute walk back to the hotel, no taxi being available and the car driven by the female bodyguard having been withdrawn from her use by the petitioner.
Man, I so hate it when my billionaire spouse leaves me exposed to hordes of fans. Point: Paul

11.5 In Long Island in August 2003 the respondent asked the petitioner if he had been smoking marijuana. He became very angry, yelled at her, grabbed her neck and started choking her.
I recall an interview with Steven Tyler of Aerosmith where he said Paul smoked too much pot. When one of the Toxic Twins thinks you have issues...
So what part of this did she not suspect going into the marriage? Was the fact that Woody Harrelson was best man and Willie Nelson the wedding singer a tip-off? Point: Paul

11.17 The respondent was delivered of her daughter by Caesarean section and was very tired after the birth. Despite this, the petitioner forced her to accompany him everywhere having no regard to her emotional or physical (and especially, her disability) needs. Indeed in this connection some two and a half years later (22 April 2006), shortly after the respondent's revision amputation surgery, she was forced to crawl on her hands and knees up aeroplane steps because they were not wide enough to take her wheelchair. The petitioner had assured the respondent that he had taken care of her disability needs in connection with thee trip (which he compelled her to take with him), but in fact he had not troubled to do so.
A really wealthy British rock star being arrogant and unfeeling? Naw. Point: Paul

11.18 The petitioner often told the respondent when she was pregnant that he did not want her to breast-feed their child, making on occasion the comment "they are my breasts" and on another occasion, "I don't want a mouthful of breast milk." Notwithstanding this, the respondent did breast-feed Beatrice until, after six weeks, the petitioner's constant interrupting of her when breast-feeding (often in the presence of a midwife) had become so intolerable to her that she gave up. This made her feel very miserable and demoralised.
Heather: Two Points (I want to hear the midwife testamony however, as the whole vegan health thing Paul is noted for would not square with bottle feeding a baby.)

11.19 On 19 November 2005, the petitioner required the respondent to defer an essential and once-cancelled operation on her leg for two months because it would have interfered with his holiday plans.
Hey, smoking pot is an important holiday tradition. Point: Paul

11.20 The respondent was expected to prepare two dinners every night, one for the child of the family and one for the petitioner. The petitioner did not like the respondent to be assisted in the preparation of his meals, despite her disability. Even when the respondent had a broken pelvic plate in December 2003 the petitioner insisted that she cook for him while she was on crutches, could barely move and was in agony.
I'm healthy and literate and won't open a cookbook. Well, for billions.... Point: Paul

11.21 The petitioner refused to allow the respondent to get out of bed before he was ready to get up in the morning even though she would wake up early and wished to use the time for essential physiotherapy for her leg and to attend to emails and administrative tasks before the staff arrived or their child woke up.
So what time did he get up, noon? Tie.

11.24 The respondent often needs to go to the bathroom during the night, when he prosthetic limb is not fitted and so has to crawl to the bathroom on her hands and knees. This causes calluses and scrapes on her knees. She asked the petitioner if she could buy an antique bedpan to keep under the bed and use at night if necessary (whilst he was asleep) so as to avoid her having to struggle. The petitioner objected vociferously, saying that it would be like being in "an old woman's home."
OK, so wouldn't a walker or wheelchair be useful here? Point: Paul

11.25 Throughout the marriage, the petitioner refused to allow the respondent to use his beautiful spare office in New York, on the floor beneath their apartment, in a building owned by the petitioner; he told her that he did not want her to have an office in the same building. This was notwithstanding that she wanted to work on charity matters during Beatrice's two-hour nap and also be near to Beatrice in case she woke up. Using the office in the apartment block would also have meant that the respondent could have created a creche area in part of the office for Beatrice to play in for part of the time. The respondent could not understand the petitioner's refusal as he allowed his staff to work in the spare office if necessary, but he remained firm in his view. At the end of September or the beginning of October 2005, the petitioner reluctantly agreed to provide he with alternative office space in the city but in the even insisted that she sue and office that was far too small for any sensible purpose and was 20 minutes' walk away, which meant the respondent would have to leave Beatrice behind during her nap. When the respondent went to view it, she was chased by paparazzi, and was so demoralised by the experience she never used the office. The petitioner called her "an ungrateful bitch" in front of their driver when she explained why the office was not right for her. The petitioner made his position known in front of other people, including staff, which caused the respondent to feel insignificant and humiliated.
Gasp! Point: Paul


11.26 The petitioner promised the respondent that he would protect her and support her in relation to adverse press reports but has failed to do so on numerous occasions, when he has been in a position to do so. In mid-November 2004 the respondent was warned that a forthcoming article about her was to appear in the Sunday Times magazine and included the line "the best thing that ever happened to Heather Mills McCartney was losing her leg" which was distressing and vulgar press commentary. As the petitioner had been asked to participate in the half-time entertainment for the Superbowl on Fox TV owned by Rupert Murdoch (who also owns the Sunday Times), the respondent asked the petitioner to tell Mr Murdoch that he would not confirm his participation in the Superbowl unless he agreed not to run the deeply unpleasant story. However, the petitioner refused to assist the respondent in this way, announced his involvement in the Superbowl and therefore the Sunday Times had no reason not to publish the story.
Whaaaa! Boo Hoo! Nobody likes me! Point: Paul

11.27 The difficulties in the marriage came to a head at the end of April 2006 On Tuesday 25 April 2006, following an operation on the respondent's amputated leg, an argument occurred during which the petitioner poured the balance of a bottle of red wine over the respondent's head and then threw what remained in his wine glass at the respondent. The petitioner then reached to grab the respondent's wine glass, and broke the bowl of the glass from the stem. He then lunged at the respondent with the broken, sharp stem of the wine glass, which cut and pierced the respondent's arm just below the elbow, and it began to bleed profusely. He proceeded to manhandle the respondent, flung her into her wheelchair and wheeled it outside, screaming at her to apologise for "winding him up." The respondent still bears the scar of the assault.
Point: Heather. But why didn't she hit him over the head with her fake leg?

11.28 On Wednesday 26 April 2006, at about 8pm, the respondent asked the petitioner not to leave her alone with Beatrice at the Cabin (because it is isolated in the middle of a forest). She had just had surgery on her leg (a revision amputation), was in a wheelchair, and was anxious about her ability to cope by herself. Notwithstanding this, he walked off. The respondent then telephoned the petitioner, and asked him to return. The petitioner mocked her please, mimicking the voice of a nagging spouse, and refused to return. (Later, she alleges, she) pulled him, staggering, towards the ground-floor bathroom, undressed him, ran the bath and helped him into it. She then phoned the petitioner's psychiatrist for advice and he told her not to attempt to move him (she might otherwise "do herself an injury"), to get a duvet and two pillows, to empty the bath of water, cover him, and leave hi m there. The respondent thereupon dragged herself upstairs, on her hands and knees, she was unable to wear a prosthetic leg as the wound from the surgery had not yet healed), and brought back down the duvet and pillows. She found that the petitioner had vomited on himself. She rinsed him off, and (worried that he might choke if he vomited again in the night, unattended), she got him out of the bath, dried him, and dragged him upstairs to bed. At that time, the respondent also had a broken plate in her pelvis, and she was in agony; she also feared the exertions would cause the stitches from her pelvic scar revision operation to burst.
What a martyr! Leave the guy if he's beating you. Or at least let him choke to death so you get the money. Point: Paul

11.29 On Thursday 27 April 2006 the respondent knew that the petitioner would be too hungover to help her with Beatrice and due to her own incapacity as a result of the recent operation, she had to call the babysitter to ask if she could come to help at 7.45am in getting Beatrice into the car and to the nursery. The respondent went with the babysitter to drop Beatrice at the nursery and collect her later that day. When she returned, the petitioner had woken up and tried to make a joke of the incident the night before. The respondent appeased him, as she reared what would happen otherwise. That evening the petitioner drank very little (a half bottle of wine) and went to bed. The following day, Friday 28 April 2006, the petitioner wen to London but said he would be back in time to help the respondent put Beatrice to bed. He did not arrive back at her bedtime, even though he know the respondent could not cope on her own. The respondent had to ask a friend to help put Beatrice to bed. At 10pm the petitioner returned home staggering drunk and slurring his words, demanding his dinner. The respondent stated that it was on the stove but that she would not be cooking for him again, as he had no respect for her. The petitioner called her "a nag" and went to bed. That evening the respondent realised the marriage had irretrievably broken down and left, crawling on her hands and knees whilst dragging her wheelchair, crutches and basic personal possessions to the car.
He's British, and they don't have a live-in nanny? Point: Paul

Unfortunately, these allegations do not convince me Heather was abused. Some are so silly and flimsy, it seems the gold-digger accusation is spot on. Why add the stupid stuff if the physical violence is true? Can't wait for his kids to cry foul!

Your thoughts?

Wisdom of Willie

Willie Nelson's public statement regarding being caught with a bag of Marijuana earlier this week:"It's a good thing I had a bag of Marijuana. If it had been a bag of spinach, I'd be dead by now."

Price Palace

Totally misleading representation, viewers were not allowed this close to cars

So I get to the car collection and – what’s this? Enter through the gift shop? Now that’s backwards! Oh, I get it. A sign explains that it’s $5 to see the cars or free with gift shop purchase. Can’t beat that. Would have bought something anyway. Er, maybe not. Stuff is really expensive! Settle on the cheapest thing in sight, a $20 Ferrari coffee mug. Really now, wouldn’t I be better off putting that $20 towards a Ferrari F430? Whatever. Ask the salesgirl if it’s dishwasher safe. She doesn’t know, and it is not listed anywhere on the package or cup. Buy it anyway, anticipating that prancing horse turning into a faded, running-down-the-drain nag.

Enter the car corral and am immediately disappointed. As the ad copy on LasVegas.com would suggest, I thought I was seeing rare, one of a kind vehicles of particular collector interest. Oh, and they were roped off behind a walkway to boot.

Located in The Forum Shops at Caesars, Exotic Cars
displays more than 40 vehicles with prices more than $1 million. Extremely rare
and sought after, they draw thousands of people to the two-story,
34,000-square-foot showroom each day. If you want to discover more about any of the cars on display, vehicle specifics can be checked out on several interactive touch screens readily available around the showroom.

Two Story? Try you go up some steps and are now looking down at the cars, further than ever away from them. “Prices more than $1M” kind of made me think each car was worth that. Half the touch screens didn’t work, not every vehicle depicted, need I go on? I’m not even sure if the whole room full is worth a million.

It’s nothing more than a consignment shop. An assortment of exotics were strewn about and all were for sale. Nothing notable about any of them that I could discern. A Porsche, few Ferraris, C2 Corvette, Bentley, Lamborghini. Ho Hum. I took a few photos and left, sorely disappointed. What a rip off. Like most stuff in Vegas.

Went back to the hotel to meet up with the Man With(out) A Plan. Should have shopped for a clue for him while I was out. Wait, is ‘whatever’ a plan?

Hey, what’s this? He arrives back in the room with a beautiful glass beer mug with the conference logo on it! And there’s still some beer in it! Oh, yeah, he explains. There’s wine glasses, too. Go back and get me some! I exclaim. I figure I need about four to make up for the overpriced horsey mug. He tells me this is the best conference ever. They had rockin music, much of it live. The president of Cingular spoke, as did an author of business books and some other industry leaders. Oh, and for the last day, they announced the keynote speaker will be Madeline Albright!!!! Get me into this gig! Apparently the people planning this little soirée have Plans. Not to mention matching Clues. Bet their significant others weren’t nibbling the ‘airplane snacks’ they packed in lieu of real dinners. Never mind. Tomorrow is another day.

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Lap of Luxory

After checking in, we had lunch at the buffet, one of the better in Vegas. Lots to choose from and items were of better quality than most all-you-can-eat emporiums. Still, you had to be choosy. Some stuff was cheapo. Al headed to his conference, leaving me to explore. Went to the solarium that had topiary on it and enjoyed the fall decorations. Gasped at the prices posted at the restaurants and cafes. Couldn’t even afford water. Having a long afternoon ahead, I wasted no time in exiting the beautiful Bellagio in search of adventure. OK, more like overpriced shopping opportunities. Of which there are no shortages of in that town, that’s for sure.

Made a beeline to Mandalay Bay. If you can call people-movers, covered walkways and monorail shuttles a beeline. Anyhoo, I headed straight for the aquarium and paid my $15.95 to see exotic sea life. Or at least whatever the rich underworld figures who run Las Vegas have grown tired of in their personal salt water tanks.

They took a souvenir photo of me and tried to get me to buy a package, but since I was alone, I was afraid that would just scream LOSER and took a pass. Actually, it was a pretty good photo, too bad. Had I been allowed to pose with an actual sea turtle, I would have bought it in a heartbeat, but all they had were cheesy strip backgrounds or a mock up of the ugliest fake shark ever. Never mind.

Enjoyed the fish, sharks, jellies, water monitor and golden crocodile (it’s a hybrid between two species, a saltwater crock and something else, and it’s truly a beautiful shade of golden yellow, very pretty) among others. I have photos, but they’re too big to post, I’ll have to figure something out.

Best of all were the green sea turtles. It was really funny, listening to the comments of other patrons. One woman exclaimed sea turtles were her favorite. Then I saw a bored male trying to hurry his girlfriend out. She kept saying, wait, there’s the turtle, maybe they’ll come back. He just rolled his eyes in exasperation over her ability to squint into the inky water for minutes on end waiting for a glimpse of flipper. It’s so encouraging to know there are others like me out there. Apparently they’re mostly female as well.

We were rewarded with some happy, active turtles floating merrily along the curved glass. Portions of the “tank” were around a pedestrian walkway that formed a tube through the habitat. A glass floor showed the bottom and an arch formed over the top where fish could go over viewers. One turtle came right to the glass and tried nibbling on the faux coral! So alert. It was really nice to see them enjoying themselves. They had three! I asked a gal about them – specifically, what was their “problem”, as I could not see any missing flippers or ‘bubble butts’ among them. She said there were two males and a female, and they were perfectly fine. Another aquarium could no longer care for them, so they came there. I’m still a little skeptical, I really thought the only way you could have a sea turtle was if it was unfit for life in the wild. To give them the benefit of the doubt, I’ll assume that they were captured before these types of regulations kicked in and now they are too tame to release. I’ll pretend if you’ll pretend. But can’t get the nagging image of Al Pachino gifting his gun moll with a couple of hatchlings…

Then came my favorite part: Exiting Though the Gift Shop! I swear I’m going to open something, a turtle petting zoo or whatever, just so I can have paying customers exit through the gift shop. Might be a good way to sell off all the stuff I buy at gift shops…

Bought some really important items like key chains, shot glasses, and a little tin of mints embossed with sharks…

Next it was on to the Luxor in search of Egyptian souvenirs. I don’t know how old the Luxor is, but it’s time for a refurbish. I’ve gone there over the last ten years, and it always looks a little worn and empty. I noticed some stores inside had closed down and there was definitely less Egyptian-themed stuff than in the past. Only bought a little candle holder with a camel. Tons of really cool stuff that was way too heavy to carry home. One store was ½ price and I saw some cool shadowbox pictures that they offered to ship very reasonably, but I couldn’t decide which of three I liked best! I took a card and they said I could just call and order over the phone, and I may take them up on it.

Exited through Excalibur. That casino always seemed aimed at little kids for me, and many stores bore this out with child-size suits of armor and play swords, etc. One cool store had dragon items, but nothing so great that I lingered. Met Al back at the hotel, and he said there were evening activities at his conference, so he went to get some free food and entertainment. Left to my own devices once again, I headed over to Caesar’s Palace to see their exotic car collection and shop, shop, shop!

Love the shops at Caesar’s. Never forget the first time I went in there and was awestruck by the ceiling. If you’ve never seen it, it’s a cool idea: a blue sky with fluffy white clouds painted on a very high curved ceiling that is lit from behind to give the impression you are truly outdoors. Hallways create a town square feel with shops down the corridors. Cool ‘statues’ of gods and goddesses fill fountains and decorate the building inside and out. I love Greek mythology and history, so this is paradise to me. Unfortunately the Museum Store that used to be there is gone, so my shopping was seriously cramped. I relied on a few hotel gift shops and chose a little chariot statuette. Oh, maybe not-so-little. Maybe nine inches long by four high: just enough to be impossible to pack. I asked about shipping. I was told by everyone, oh, just ship your purchases home. They downright discouraged it at this gift shop. Oh, it’s expensive, as much as the ($18) item. Use your hotel, I was told. Ok, made sense. As a guest, they would help me. This is a tourist destination. These people want to please their guests. HA! Stay Tuned.

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Exactly 299, 999, 900 Too Many

Hey, You, Get Offa My Continent...


And I want to hand-select that last hundred...

I suppose you've heard by now that America's "Population Clock" is nearing the 300 millionth person in our country.

Read all the depressing details here.

"Right now, the formula is one birth per seven seconds, one death per 13 seconds and one net increase in immigrants per 30 seconds. Because the number of deaths has to be subtracted from the number of births, immigration now accounts for about 40 percent of new growth."

Now if you've been reading this blog for any length of time, you know I favor negative population growth, cessation of immigration and a good ol' flu epidemic.
(Yay 1918! Only one-year decline in the 20th Century)

As far as I'm concerned, this planet has been going to hell in a handbasket ever since reptiles seceded control.

Excuse me, I have to crawl into my cave and be depressed now.

Oh, wait! It's been over run by babies, elderly living longer lives, and immigrants.

I am so hitchhiking to Pluto...

Today's Wisdom

"A friend is someone who sees through you

and still enjoys the view."

Wilma Askinas