I admit that cat might have better table manners than some people I have dated. None the less how off putting to sit at the table with a cat chowing down on nasty smelly fishy food that looks like dog poop? Of course what her husband is eating does not look much better. eweewee
I think that lady must have too much time on her hands.
This story made the hair at the back of my neck stand on edge too.
Interestingly just 3 weeks ago my friend Susan’s friend’s daughter Missy was abducted in front of her house. The attackers placed her in the trunk of their car and drove off. She had her cell phone in her pocket and was able to call 911. The police traced the call and rescued her, later arresting the suspects.
I am beginning to think the best form of protection if one is not comfortable with a gun or tazer is indeed, a fully charged cell phone.
We all may suffer from katerina burn-out, but as this documentary is getting rave reviews at the Sundance Film Festival I thought it was worth a mention.
I will wait for the DVD to come out I think...
Directed by Tia Lessin, Carl Deal. Relegated to the role of refugees in their own country the moment the levees broke, New Orleans residents Kimberly and Scott Rivers document their harrowing struggle against the forces of nature and the evils of man as they nobly attempt to rebuild their lives amidst one of the greatest natural disasters ever to befall the United States. Kimberly Rivers is a musician and filmmaker who were living in New Orleans with her husband Scott when the force of Hurricane Katrina transformed their once-happy hometown into a waterlogged wasteland. In the aftermath of the disaster, the nightly news was filled with images of looting and chaos. Now, as the masses finally receive the opportunity to witness events from an insider's perspective, it quickly becomes apparent that the rampaging waters were only the beginning of the problem, and that the ineptitude of the government and the media in dealing with the disaster did nearly as much damage to New Orleans as the forces of Mother Nature. ~ Jason Buchanan, All Movie Guide
There was a large, very wealthy man that walked into the gallery on Saturday.
I bonafide this by the limo and the "healthy team of followers" that accompanied him or stood outside, it was all quite impressive.
I was really excited, thinking this is it! Some one is going to buy my William Tolliver pieces ($35K each).
So he unnamed man strolls in with the entourage and says: I am throwing a party tonight for the Saints. I will lease out your Tollivers for the evening for $200.00. I am like no- if you would like to put $60K on a credit card, I will go ahead and refund at no charge the pieces when you bring them back. That would mean in his home at no charge at all.
He told me that was not acceptable and walked out in a huff. I think I did right as I have no floating insurance policy on the pieces. What do you think? Well all I thought about was this song:
My birthday started at midnight as I was born January 1. This is me being safe and walking home from the New Years Eve party. I believe that those are fireworks, but in my state of being at the time, they could have been aliens coming to invade New Orleans.
My friends all asked me the day before the New Years Eve party what I wanted to do for my birthday. I said: Go See Sweeny Todd, is the 11:05 show going to be too early?
They all said no that is great, I said wonderful, I will even purchase the ticktes. We were all supposed to meet at my place at 10:30 am.
I am sitting outside drinking coffee and waiting for 3 people to show up, as the night before I had 3 cancellations due to an overabundance of drink. No problem I am used to this as I have had way too many New Year's day birthdays.
I hear a rather large commotion coming down the street and I think that 2 of my friends must be arguing. Ummm no. They are drunk as skunks (whatever that phrase really means). They stop in front of my house and start yelling " We Love YOU" and "We even got here early" I'm like its 10:30 and they are astounded then in their great shock fall on the ground in front of the gate bathing each other in bloody mary.
My neighbors are finding this most amusing. I kind of found it amusing too - so I reached for my phone and attempted the most important video shot ever. Unfortunately for me and fortunately for them it did not come out. I can honestly say the only thing that bummed me out on my birthday was that the video did not save properly.
Follow the red arrows and this is my friend " Bella " sitting in the Bourganvilla bush. Her Boyfriend is pointing.
This is "Bella's Boyfriend who wanted to prove to me he was okay because he could stand up straight without holding on to the fence.
Well I was down to one last person who did come through and so I went to see Sweeny Todd . The movie was fantasic and made my birthday!
So to round things out I went to the Mayfair where the patrons all put in to buy me drinks and a birthday cake.
I do not want to be critical, as I think getting a cake when you are past 40 is a really nice gesture. However, I can only assume the lady at the cake shop was having a bad day. I am not just questioning the spelling of Birthday, but umm even though my name is not Raspootin - whatever is on the cake is rather off. I see where she was going though.
Anyway, I did have an interesting birthday and encourage everyone to see Sweeny Todd.
I was watching a video on immigration which then led as an odd thread to Japanese potty training. I felt compelled to view the video as I have heard in great detail about my friend’s efforts to potty train their children. I have a friend who is now questioning if he wants to procreate – well this is for you dear :)
Now if I had a child, I would definitely like him to be like this little kid. I would have to return a child that just stood there and did nothing…
Sometimes I wonder if I missed out by not having children. I guess I could adopt, but think it would be cheaper and just a rewarding to marry a wealthy older man with grandchildren – and I can then be the doting young granny. Yup I am liking this case scenario quite a lot.
So if anyone knows a guy in his 40 - 50's with children that are all out of college who is:
Educated Smart & Sarcastic Funny Well Read Well Off Financially and relatively handsome please send him my way.
My boss sent this video to all of us. I thought it was really sweet, almost bringing a tear to the eye.
So I am watching it in the spirit of the guy that always was a team player finally got a shot and did well – Happy Ending and all that Hallmark stuff.
My co workers who are all male made fun of the video questioning why our boss would want them to watch a “retarded kid” shoot hoops?
I told them that retarded was a politically incorrect term and they should shut up in case they offended someone.
They responded that the only person that could possibly be offended was standing in the room with them. I am still wondering what they were trying to say to me.
Last year my sister gave my Dad a book on home remedies. We all thought it was kind of an odd gift, but he really embraced the whole concept.
When he got a toe-nail fungus he looked in the book and it said if you soak your feet nightly in Listerine that the fungus would go away. Well as much as my mother tried to tell him to use the clear Listerine, he would only use the green.
The lady that says HUD and HANO do not have a right to make decisions for her needs to have a reality check. By virture of trapping herself and her family in the public housing system she has given up her rights to choice with regard to free housing. If she has a problem, why not get out of the system so she can make her own choices about where to live?
I know this is easier said than done, but like the white guy was saying, the residents of the housing developments are never going to get ahead until they are encouraged, forced whatever you want to call it, out of the present system.
Perhaps this is an example of growing pains at its worst. I don't know, but this is going to get worse before it gets better.
It seems that this city is caught up in a never ending racial socio-economic struggle. An un-named group is circulating posters saying that for every unit in the housing developments that is torn down, they will destroy a condo.
I understand that the people who spent generations of entitlement oriented living in the projects feel that these public housing units are in fact their homes. Bottom line is that they were never owned, cared for or even maintained by the residents. Typically the developments that are being torn down need from a structural sense to be demolished; the city does not have the funds to fix them up and HANO and HUD are not going to come up with the money.
If people are so concerned, why not come back to New Orleans and get Jessie and Al to pitch in with a bunch of Churches to help the people rebuild their rental units in the projects? No, they do not want to have to play a part in the rebuild effort; they just want to complain about it. Section 8 housing is going to replace the developments, but that too will require the home owner to actually have to maintain and pay rent on said property. So – evidently whoever is distributing these posters wants to get their housing, utilities and lawn care for free.
I would like to get my housing, utilities and lawn care for free, and I would really LOVE not to have to pay outrageous property taxes to support the folks that would prefer to be reactive not proactive.
Destroy a Condo for every unit that is demolished, because why should Rich people be able to live here, but not the poor? What type of fucked up logic is that? The Condo owners and Home owners are the tax base that allows the city to support the poor.
It will be interesting to see what happens when the first development goes down. I am somewhat concerned about the rodents that now call the projects home descending in to Up Town New Orleans and taking up residence with me. However, I guess the rodents like the former housing residents will feel that they are entitled if they have no place else to go.
I am trying very hard to think that Brad Pitt is the best guy out there. However, as dissenting as it may sound, I can not get away from the term “Self Serving”.
Steve Bing who is co authoring the $5,000,000 backup is a rich ass; what do these guys really knows about the lower ninth?
They know nothing.
I am not being hateful. But why build “green homes” in an area that is just going to flood again? Secondary, why build said “ULTRA MODERN GREEN HOMES” in a self proclaimed historic neighborhood? The home owners in the lower 9th are by and large working class stoop sitters with great community process. The “Pink Project” and green does not represent their nature or their means of culture nor communication.
Brad & Bing are creating a community that is probably well intended, but not going to stand the test of time. Why not try to bring it back on stilts with a historic process, not green? Well then, Mr. Pitt and Bing could not write it off.
I applauded the efforts, but just think it is not going to work, and the money could have been better spent, just making “green space”.
I think that Brad is missing the point of what made the 9th ward what is was, and that was the simple, god loving, hardworking people that were born, bread and loved in the homes that no one can bring back.
Trying to re- manufacture a community that was based on love is hard. I am certain if my house was destroyed I would be overjoyed to get a new one, but somehow, it just would not make it the same.
Hey maybe I am all wrong: the test of time and nature will tell.
This is what makes dating quite terrifying: you just never know what(who) you are going to get.
Excuse me waiter, where is the restroom? Then make a hasty exit out the back of the establishment and hope the guy can’t find your address on line. I never really thought about it, but the availability of looking someone’s address on line is a good reason never to give a person your last name on a first date.
I wish I could explain why I think this commercial is so funny. It's beyond words. I just watch it and laugh; I guess it some how strokes my mental funny bone.
“A Russian ex-policeman turned self-proclaimed messiah leads thousands of ardent followers in a remote religious community. He is known variously as Vissarion, The Teacher, and Jesus of Siberia and his followers believe that he really is the Messiah.”
When I first heard about “Vissarion” I thought well here is another Jesus want to be. Now I do not think he is the second coming of Christ, but if you have some time take a look at the following videos that explain the community of The Vissarion. In many ways it really is Utopian. The people are all highly intelligent and skilled with a common vision.
I doubt, that as the community grows, the harmony will be kept, but then again I tend to lean towards cynicism. Perhaps these people’s strong beliefs will sustain them? I don’t know. It is really hard for me to buy into the whole Messiah thing, but I guess that is why I don’t buy into Christianity, the Bible as fact etc.
The videos start off a bit slow, but the concept of the community and the fact that they have actually made the community is fascinating.
Once again, I do not see Jesus and Mary in this pancake. Frankly I don't think granny who made it saw the image either. Her religious EBay oriented daughter saw a way to profit though. Someone paid $338 for it.
I despair about the stupidity of people. At least on the survey "A sign from God" most people thought it was just a pancake; Holy Pancake my arse, mind you it will not stop me from scrutinizing my food before I eat it, just IN CASE I have a chance to profit off of some "weirdo" as quoted by granny.