Tomorrow there is gonna be a new me, well I hope so. I mean, I have really been dicking around since I got to Chicago. I go to a shitty ghetto school right now, the people are as boring as they are unattractive. Right down the street though is the home of the nice cute Christian girls that adore my wonderful puppy Bo. North Park University is my next big move, my fourth college in 3 years. Yes this seems as though I have been fucking around since I left high school, but I really just need to leave the school cause I’m just not feeling it. Why would I put myself into decades of debt to be at a school that I am not happy at. Schools where when I transfer in, they feel that it would be best to put me in lower level classes then I have previously taken. They feel that since I haven’t I met as well. It’s like biology for art students, so attending class half time is still earning me an A and making me the one crushing the curve on the tests. A wasted semester for me, I learned nothing. I hope that transferring to my fancier, whiter school will give me the challenge I need. I meanwhile quit working at Starbucks, the worst almost two years of my life. I am looking forward to a semester without work. I got the cash backed up, so why the hell would I work. In this time I am gonna work on me, work on some of those projects that I forgot about a bit back. Expect beer for sale in the near future, The Flemish Italian Brewing Co. will be re-establishing some time very soon. Wine sales are already up, thanks to Jewel’s fabulously low prices on apple juice and grape juice. But with a wine tagline like “dude, it is delicious and will fuck you up” why wouldnt sales be up. It’s ok though, just gotta advertise. Its all about advertising. Life is really just one big advertisement, we just all try to present ourselves to the public in our own particular way. I don’t know, right now, I am just psyched to get back to Chicago. My dog is there, my friends are there, and my life is there. I can’t wait to actually be able to do shit with my life. Now I have some free time to take the dog for a walk when I feel like it. Taking the dog for a walk is fucking exhilarating. I’m ready for that shit.

Idag flyttar jag in. Jag kommer ha någonstans där jag bor. Det är märkligt, roligt och fruktansvärt skönt. Sista steget taget. Nu är det bara lånen som ska betalas tillbaka och det kommer gå finfint.

Flytt = ingen dator hemma = mindre blogg.
Så det blir en paus på obestämd tid. Kommer bli spännande att se vad jag kommer ersätta den otroliga mängd tid jag tillbringar framför datorn med. Jag tänker att jag ska läsa massor och gå långa promenader och umgås med mina bästa och så ska det bli en massa mys!

Pyss och  hej!

by Bridgette

In my dream, and I have very prophetic dreams, I saw the whole group of 400 fashionably dressed people sitting down to enjoy the Obama’s First Dignified State Dinner that was being held in a borrowed tent in November, in winter, with the temperatures hovering around 35 degrees. In the freezing cold, they walked from the White House across the lawn to the huge circus tent. Happily inside they saw dozens of patio heat lamps strategically placed throughout the tent to keep the temperature inside warm and cozy. Although the wind was blowing and snow was expected, the formally dressed partiers would be protected from the elements.

Mingling, greeting, and chatting as they do, they moved from table to table while searching for their tables and their names on place cards. Orchestra music played in the background as people roamed around the tent. Candles flickered on the autumn decorated tables set with presidential china from four presidents. Bowls of large, toasted and roasted acorns were surrounded by waxed autumn leaves creating a festive atmosphere. Indeed, this was a spectacular tent fit for a Prime Minister, his wife and all the presidential cronies.

People found their seats and the dinner bells were rung. As they began to eat their dinner of curry and whey, a huge commotion was heard, as all sides of the tent opened. With the flaps up, the winter winds were blowing across the room. Startled, people looked up with forks still in their mouths to see masses of uniformed officers surrounding them. The music stopped. Silence ensued. Someone called out his name. Obama thought they were surprising him with another award, and of course, he envisioned a stateside nobel prize dangling from his neck. With that vision in his head, he stood to greet these unexpected guests. As he stood, his neck stretched up straighter, thus lifting his nose to a higher angle than usual.

So as not to embarrass everyone in front of the visiting Indian Prime Minister Manmohan Singh and his wife, officers quickly found them, and escorted them to the exit flaps of the tent. A little shaken at this early departure, the Singh’s were reassured that this was all being done for security purposes, and they would be taken to their hotel. Accompanying them were their uneaten meals that were nicely packaged and presented in a specially made White House doggie bag. The bag, colored black and white with a draw string at the top was made of a special burlap for strength and easy carrying. It was fashioned after those seen in markets throughout Asia. A special touch, which was an idea of Michelle’s, was that the name of “BO” be stitched on the front of the bag. On the bottom were the words, “Made in China” and “Approved for Dog Food by Zheng Xiaoyu, Food and Drug Safety Head.”

That was their hospitality gift personally chosen and now stocked by the Obama’s in the WH Gift Shop. They were supposed to receive the bag directly from the Obama’s according to Michelle’s Chief of Protocol. It was a nice touch that the officers were given that heads-up so they could include the Singh’s uneaten meals in the BO bag. It should be noted, that the Singh’s were already a little upset before they left the shindig, because they didn’t receive a bow from O. Later on, they summed up their trip to the US. It is reported they said all they got from their trip was a photo-op and a BO Gag Bag. (For the life of me, I don’t know what they were expecting. Did they feel slighted because they didn’t get a few CD’s with O’s speeches and some of his favorite Muslim music, or perhaps they wanted a toy Air Force One helicopter?).

After their departure from the tent, people were still wondering and looking around to see what would happen next. Michelle was frantically trying to signal one of her 22 assistants to see why the meal was interrupted and what was going on. A couple of people acknowledged her waves and shrugged their shoulders, and others ignored her. No one moved as officers went from table to table delivering formally written invitations for each lucky invitee. People smiled at each other and looked around for someone to give them instructions. They were so excited and couldn’t wait to open their presents. An officer went to the microphone, and told the partiers, they would be given further instructions in a few minutes. Anxiously they waited, as the anticipation mounted.

Mr. O was still standing surveying his subjects. His indignation was beginning to show as his nose rose higher in the air. His Cheshire Cat grin was starting to disappear. He still didn’t know what was happening, and Michelle didn’t either. He was wondering if they would get to him soon. He thought, “They should have come to me first. After all, I am the president.” As others were being served, he noted his teleprompter was no where in sight. He quickly realized he would need to improvise and give an impromptu thank you speech. Ummmm.

Officers swarmed throughout the tent, finally reaching Mr. O. In his usual off the cuff way, he gave a “shout out” to the huge officer who approached him. With a huge smile, the stupid grin we all have seen a thousand times, he was given his well earned prize. He opened his invitation, as he kept talking nonsensically. The grin and thoughts of a dangling new necklace disappeared as he was told to sit down, shut up, and lift his leg. The officer in charge of the operation walked in front of the microphone, and told the excited partiers, “You May Now Open Your Envelopes.” The sounds of envelopes ripping, giggling, and muffled conversations filled the tents night air.

The formal invitation had all of their names beautifully written on the envelopes. Inside, were matching subpoenas requested their presence at a Federal Court nearby for the charges of treason, perjury, racketeering, fraud, money laundering, election fraud, and other assorted crimes. These lovely subpoenas were marvelously scripted in calligraphy on paper fit for the occasion, and the specific meaningful words like “treason” caused deep gasps as envelopes were opened and read. A few fainted at the beauty of the paper and unbelievable words, while a few other’s heads were seen bobbing around in their soup bowls. Wine glasses were tipped and drunk, as others were pulled from their curry. It was noticed that Nancy Pelosi, emotionless, remained in her seat. Utterances about the CIA were overheard by those sitting close by.

After being given those delightful and unexpected invitations, the winners were each fitted with the newest GPS flashing ankle bracelets for monitoring purposes until the big day. Not only did these bracelets have electronic shock and surge controls, they were also fitted with multicolored lights of red, yellow and green. The red lights wouldn’t allow them to move their leg forward or backward or they would receive a huge shock. In other words, they are stopped in their tracks. The delightful lemon yellow warning light signals them if they are detouring from their allowed path. If they don’t check their movements, they will immediately see and feel the results of the red light. Red lights also have the added benefit of allowing them to see stars at any time night or day. The green lights signal them to maintain their walking speed or prepare for the yellow burning shock treatment.

As bracelets were fitted and engaged, hundreds of flashing different colored ankles twinkled on the floor of the big tent. This lighting ceremony certainly added to the festivities and the circus like atmosphere within the big tent. When done attaching the bracelets to hundreds of shaved, unshaved and hairy legs, the officers turned to leave, and told them to enjoy their last taxpayer meal. In unison with huge smiles that would put O’s smile to shame, the officers called out “Happy Thanksgiving.”

Groans, cries, screams, and a scrambling for the tent exits followed. People’s legs lit up the floor as people made their way to the tent exits. Scurrying and running, and then an abrupt return to slow walking was observed as their leg lights shown across the White House lawn like a long stretch of Malibu lights. They sped up and slowed down, and some were shocked to the ground. They tried to run, and were stopped in their tracks. Red, Yellow and Green never looked so good as these fashion plates tromped through Michelle’s kale and arugula on their way to the White House. They resembled frightened deer as they pushed past each other to try to get out to their cars.

Oh, just so you won’t worry, GPS Monitoring Systems and the Monitoring Companies were paid for in the Stimulus Bill, and were listed as Bracelets for Stay-at-Home Criminals. The Cincinnati Enquirer reported the request for $1.3 million in stimulus funds which would only cover 75 ankle bracelet monitors according to their calculations. Additional funding for the remaining bracelets will be taken from funds originally earmarked for community organizing groups. Legislative approval is pending. Quick passage of the legislation to redirect the funds all depends on how many blinking congressmen show up to vote. This is a fine example of our Stimulus Bill at work. This shows a community organized for the better good and how the funds will be put to good use. Also, jobs created and saved will be documented on the Recovery.gov website. Jobs lost will be reported on FOX in the near future. Watch for it. Also, CBS’s Katie Couric will be reporting from home as will NBC’s Keith Olbermann who will be busy counting down and trying to determine who is the worst person in the world.

And so ends the First and Last Dignified Obama State Dinner complete with presents to go.

This meal would be better named a barbeque.

Altogether now, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm.

Sometimes dreams do come true!

After asking Luke about the compassionate and sentimental side of the story would be like, he gave me a list of relationships that will be the main focus of the movie. And wow, quite frankly saying there will be a lot just doesn’t come close:

Oroku Saki & Oroku Nagi

Oroku Saki & Hamato Yoshi

Hamato Yoshi & Tang Shen

Turtles & Splinter

Turtles & Turtles

Baxter & Wife/Daughter

^ Yes this is good, very good, finally some interaction between ‘each other’ in this movie. Honestly I’ve felt things grow cold between the turtles, and even between Splinter. While not all these relationships feature love and growth as a family (such as the turtles will have in the movie), each will have a unique theme from the other. Take Oroku Saki and Hamato Yoshi for example, it will be of conflict and how things turned for the worse between them. With some detailed information about these relationships we can clear your thoughts of doubts and idea’s you may think will be relevant to the purpose of each relationship, but for now, I’m afraid you’ll just have to keep those doubts and idea’s till the time that I do have the information XD.

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Well changing the subject, let’s talk about the turtles weapons and how the turtles weapons greatly match their personalities:

So where did they get their weapons, was Splinter involved?

As the person who trained the turtles and understands their abilities and character better than anyone, Splinter would have also decided who shall use which weapon. Ensuring the right turtle receives the right weapon is a huge responsibility. The sword is suited for a different personality than the sai, and only the right personality will bring out the weapon’s true potential. This is something only a ninja master would know, like Splinter.

So why were the turtles chosen to use their weapons?

The first thing that must be done is to analyze each weapon to better understand how they would compliment the user. The weapons in our vision are their own character and possess their own personality. In a sense, this allows us to create a relationship between each turtle and their weapon. The more they understand each other, the more powerful they will become together.

CONTINUE READING.

Truly, now that I’ve viewed that article, I can see why each weapon was chosen for each turtle. Now, if only I can see a REAL ninja turtle action scene, far more played out and detailed (I even hope to see some matrix styled action 83) then even the latest CGI-Film released back in 2007.

Okay guys, that’s it for now, stay tuned for the next update =D.

Global Home On The Range (sung to the tune of “Home On The Range” US western folk song)

— Snerd Lee Limbaugh

Så.
Då bor man hemma hos KoP igen. Fast bara fram tills söndag.

Sen bor jag någonstans på riktigt.

Fonte: asaps.it

Un’immagine azzeccata per definire lo stato attuale degli USA è quella che li dipinge come un paziente dopo un grave incidente automobilistico: dopo il crollo di Lehman Brothers i medici (FED e Amministrazione americana) hanno tamponato le ferite e fermato le emorragie, e ora stanno somministrando massicce dosi di ricostituenti mentre è iniziata la fase riabilitativa (Ethan S. Harris  -  Merrill Lynch). I segnali di ritrovata salute si manifestano solitamente dal lato della produzione, anche se talvolta, come nell’ultima settimana, confortano di più i deboli, ma positivi, segnali che arrivano dai consumi (vendite al dettaglio +1,4% a Ottobre mese su mese, e terzo incremento consecutivo delle vendite “core”). Il dato di Ottobre della produzione (+0,1%) è stato deludente, il più modesto degli aumenti degli ultimi quattro mesi: insomma, due passi avanti, uno indietro.

A questo proposito, converrà notare fin da ora che con ogni probabilità il dato dell’aumento trimestrale del PIL USA del terzo trimestre verrà rivisto al ribasso martedì prossimo, e portato dall’euforico +3,5% ad un più mite +2,6 – 3%.

Ma mentre il malato zoppica e fa le sue prove riabilitative, il terreno intorno a lui viene mantenuto pulito e pianeggiante: tutte le banche centrali del mondo industrializzato cantano all’unisono lo stesso ritornello “i tassi di interesse resteranno bassi a lungo e finchè ce ne sarà bisogno” (FED, BCE e BOJ). Sottolineiamo che non esiste una regola analoga alla Taylor’s Rule su quanto a lungo sia opportuno tenere bassi i tassi per ottenere una ripresa stabile; mentre gli accademici sono riusciti a formulare un metodo di condotta che mette in relazione tassi di interesse e inflazione, tassi e sviluppo economico costituiscono ancora territorio inesplorato dove necessariamente si naviga a vista.

Quanto alle strategie di uscita dall’attuale politica monetaria (“exit strategies”) queste costituiranno il motivo conduttore di molte dichiarazioni ai giornali e lanci televisivi al di là della reale consistenza delle notizie. Un piccolo vademecum su come si deve comportare l’investitore scafato è il seguente:
a. Concentrarsi sulle dichiarazioni dei membri meno estremisti delle Banche centrali, sia falchi sia colombe; eliminare come rumore di fondo le tesi oltranziste
b. Tenere in conto che gli istituti che battono moneta sono fatti di funzionari pubblici, non di esperti di comunicazione, e che gaffes e incomprensioni saranno possibili su materia così incandescente. Ricordare che i falchi crederanno più di una volta di essere arrivati al momento fatidico, e grideranno “Al lupo !” prematuramente.

A corroborare la posizione attuale rilassata delle banche centrali stanno i dati sull’inflazione: nell’Unione Europea siamo a +1,2%, ampiamente sotto il livello massimo previsto dalla BCE, pari al 2%. USA e Giappone sono ancora più tranquilli.

La settimana che inizia lunedì 23 è ricca di dati, in particolare nel suo primo giorno (PMI o “Purchasing Managers’ Index” dei servizi, del manifatturiero e composito) in Europa e poi negli States con dati sulle case, sui profitti, e con le minute delle riunioni FED del 3 e 4 Novembre scorso, contenenti le previsioni su inflazione, sviluppo e occupazione. Giovedì 26, invece, Festa del Ringraziamento e mercati chiusi.

CONCLUSIONI

Non ci sembra di vedere cambiamenti di rilievo rispetto alla rotta tracciata: l’economia è in lenta e faticosa ripresa, e ogni giorno che passa riguadagna vigore, salvo piccole ricadute prontamente tamponate ove ce ne sia bisogno (vedi il prolungamento del programma di rottamazione auto negli USA fino ad Aprile 2010). Ridurre le posizioni in titoli di Stato e monetario allo stretto indispensabile, puntare su settori dove il rapporto rischio-rendimento è equilibrato: obbligazionario emergente a breve, azionario selettivo e hedge funds.

Stelvio Bo – Bonoplus – www.bonoplus.it – Milano

Världens längsta inlägg. Ojoj.
Ett sånt som bryter mot alla bloggandets regler. Mycket text och inga bilder.
Men bilderna kommer, lovar. Så fort min ekonomi tillåter får jag fixa dator och kamera.
Dator för att det är nödvändigt. Kamera för att jag har abstinens. Jag får ont i själen om jag inte får fota.

Mina armar är som spaghetti som gör ont när man rör på dem.
Träningsvärk efter jobbet och allt kånkande på saker hit och dit. Men det är bara idag och imorgon kvar.
Sen får jag vila en dag. Söndag inflytt. Jobba hela veckan. Och sen är det helg igen.
Den helgen, åh vad jag längtar. Då allt har löst sig.
Hela det senaste årets stora trasselhärva.
Jag har bostad själv. Jag har jobb, två stycken. Inte arbetslös. Inte heller ett jobb som jag får ångest av. Jag mår bra. För första gången sedan jag började grundskolan.
Höstdeppen har liksom inte fått plats, har ingen användning för den.
Om allt det här som hänt de tre senaste månaderna, hade hänt för ett år sedan hade jag varit en krossad liten lus.
Det finns inte ord för att beskriva hur stolt jag är över mig själv.
Jag klarade det faktiskt.

Nu sitter jag här. Fast jag inte får. Fejjan. Alla 100000000 bloggarna. Skriva av sig lite.
Jag ska egentligen städa. Har den långa listan. Det ska vara klart i morgon kväll. Inte söndag som det var sagt. Borde vara stressad men är för trött. Jag sov kanske en och en halv timma i natt fast jag var helt slut efter all information och uppspelthet och all ilska.

Det långa utförliga inlägget som jag utlovat kommer. Så fort jag får tid. Nu ska jag flyttstäda.

Retell: A history of presidents and their beloved pets.

Topics: pets, presidents, fun, friendship, dogs, Obama, Bo, family

Units of Study: Nonfiction, Content Area

Reading Skills: synthesis, making connections, interpretation

Writing Skills: developing voice in nonfiction

My Thoughts: I picked this book up a few days ago at our school’s book fair.  I have a lot of animal lovers in my class who only read nonfiction about animals.  This book combines an interest in animals with an interest in presidential history and current events.  It’s a nice book for demonstrating how readers can often get distracted by seductive details but must work constantly to think about what the author is trying to say about the topic.

Khi mấy đứa chị em họ chúng tôi ngồi tụ tập với nhau, nói chuyện tình cảm, rồi chuyện lấy chồng (!) các chị ai cũng bảo một câu: Phải chọn người như chú Lâm- tức bố tôi. Từ họ hàng nội ngoại, từ ông bà, các cô các bác, đến thế thế hệ chúng tôi; rồi đến bạn bè của bố mẹ, hay cả hàng xóm nữa, mọi người tất thảy đều nói đến bố với một sự kính trọng và khâm phục. Trọng bố vì cái tài, vì cách sống hết mình vì mọi người. Phục bố vì sự khéo léo trong cuộc sống, vì sự cố gắng của bố với gia đình.

Những năm tháng qua, gia đình tôi trải qua khá nhiều khó khăn. Mẹ ốm liên miên. 7 năm mẹ tôi đau là 7 năm bố luôn ở bên cạnh mẹ. Có những năm tháng mẹ tôi mất ngủ trắng đêm, thì bố cũng không hề chợp mắt vì lo cho mẹ. Những đêm hè nhiệt độ lên đến 35, 36 độ, 2 chị em tôi ngủ quạt bật ầm ầm, thế mà bố vẫn cố chịu nằm không có quạt, chỉ vì mẹ thấy lạnh. Bố đút cho mẹ từng thìa cơm, dỗ dành mẹ bằng sự nhẫn nại, bằng một tình yêu hơn 2o năm. Nhớ cách đây 5 năm, mẹ tôi yếu lắm, không thể tự gội đầu. Thế rồi cứ 2 tuần 1 lần, bố lại đem chậu, rồi khăn ra, nâng đầu mẹ, nhẹ nhàng xả nước, thoa dầu gội lên, và gội thật sạch. Trong nhà, bố dần chở thành bác sĩ riêng của mẹ, chỉ cần mẹ kêu mệt, hay tụt huyết áp, là bố biết ngay pha nước gừng đường hoặc sữa bắt mẹ uống. Tối nào cũng như tối nào, bố lại dùng bộ mát-xa, xoa bóp cổ cho mẹ. Mẹ tôi ốm, cũng là do mẹ đã gắng sức dạy rất nhiều. Có những hôm mẹ lên lớp đến 9,10 tiếng. Về đến nhà, thì chân mẹ đứng không vững, miệng nuốt không nổi hạt cơm. Bố xót mẹ, thương mẹ, và phục sự cố gắng của mẹ. Ở bố mẹ tôi là một sự gắn bó không thể tách rời. Một tình yêu nóng hổi như hồi cả hai mới độ 20.

24 năm trước đây, bố gặp mẹ ở nhà chú Mạnh, người bạn thân của mẹ, và cũng là bạn học cùng với bố. Khi đó, mẹ đang là một cô sinh viên Hà thành chính gốc. Còn bố, bố là một sinh viên Học viện KTQS, quê ở Nam Định. thế mà bố lúc đó trêu mẹ là nhà bố ở Lào Cai. 2 người đến với nhau một cách rất tự nhiên, đẹp giản dị như những bông hoa hồng bố hái rồi kết hoa tặng mẹ. Cái thời khốn khó đó, làm gì có cafe hay quán nước để vào ngồi tâm sự. Nhưng tôi cảm thấy, sự lãng mạn, cuồng nhiệt còn hơn bấy giờ rất nhiều lận. Bố bảo một lần mẹ trốn bà đi từ Hà Nội lên Yên Bái nơi trường của bố học để thăm bố. Tình yêu khiến mẹ từ một cô gái nết na thành nói dối cha me, một mịnh đi tàu đêm lên nới rừng hoang vắng để gặp người yêu. Ah, hồi đó thì bà ngoại tôi phản đối lắm. Bảo là bố là con trai ngoại tỉnh, 2 người yêu xa sẽ khổ, rôi bố mẹ bằng tuổi, sau này mẹ sẽ già trước bố. Thế mà bố tôi vẫn kiên nhẫn chinh phục mẹ. Bố bảo hồi mới đầu mẹ kiêu lắm nhưng bố cứ lân lê đến nhà, làm quen rồi chơi với các bác trai, anh của mẹ. Thế rồi các bác ấy thích bố, và dần dần nói tốt cho bố, thế là cả mẹ và ông bà đều thích. Đúng là dân Kỹ thuật Quân sự cái gì cũng có chiến thuật hết. Nhưng bố cũng không kém phần lãng mạn. Cũng mấy lần phải nằm trên nóc tàu để về Hà Nội thăm mẹ. Rồi cũng đưa mẹ đi ăn những quán cóc ngày xưa, tán tỉnh mẹ bằng cái khướu hài hước vô cùng có duyên của mình. Bố bảo ngày xưa hồi mới để ý đến mẹ, bố cũng tự ti vì mình là người ngoại tỉnh, trong khi người ta lại là con gái Hà Nội chính gốc, nhưng bố bảo, đã yêu thì cứ hết mình thôi, còn người ta cảm nhận và trân trọng được bao nhiêu thì mình cũng không ép được. Nếu được thì tốt, còn nếu không thì cũng không nên vì thế mà sụp đổ… Đã có lúc mẹ tôi vì những ngăn cản của bà ngoại mà có ý định thôi yêu bố. Nhưng khi nhìn thấy bố, khuôn mặt không chỉ là sự mệt mỏi sau một chặng đường xa từ Yên Bái về, mà còn có sự thất vọng, sự lo sợ, một linh cảm xấu. Mẹ nhìn thấy bố lúc đó, thương bố lắm, vậy là thôi không thể làm bố đau lòng được.

Bố mẹ yêu nhau 3 năm. Tình yêu đầy trách nhiệm và sự thương yêu. Có cái tết mẹ vì nhà nghèo nên không có quần áo mới, được người hàng xóm cho đôi xăng đan rách. Bố ngồi hì hục vá lại cho mẹ để mẹ có dép đi chơi. Bố còn hay đến nhà mẹ, ngồi cả tiếng đồng hồ làm hộp cho ông ngoại đi bán. Một năm mẹ đi Nga học là một năm bố gửi thương nhớ qua những là thư tay dài, giờ xếp được cả thành chồng. Các cô bạn mẹ đi cùng đợt, nhiều người bỏ người yêu ở nhà, thay người yêu mới. Còn mẹ, lúc nào cũng nghĩ đến bố, dù một thân một mình giữa cái tuyết giá lạnh của St Petersburg, và không có ít người muốn gần mẹ. Rồi khi cưới nhau, mẹ xa gia đình thân yêu của mình về làm dâu ở đất Nam Định, không bạn bè, không người thân quen. Mà hồi đó, bà nội tôi cũng khắt khe với mẹ tôi lắm. Dù sao thì định kiến mẹ chồng nàng dâu cũng vẫn nặng nề mà. Dần dần thời gian trôi qua, mẹ nuôi 2 chị em nên người, rồi chịu bao vất vả, đau đớn bệnh tật, bà nội thương mẹ tôi đảm đang. Mong linh hồn bà luôn phù hộ cho mẹ được khỏe mạnh.

Tình yêu bố mẹ đẹp thế nhưng cũng không tránh khỏi nhiều thử thách. Nhớ hồi tôi còn nhỏ, học tiểu học. Bố mẹ cũng cãi nhau suốt. Hồi đó tôi nhớ nhà tôi khá là khá giả. Mới lớp 4 mà nhà đã có máy vi tính, rồi nhà trải thảm đỏ, có máy hút bụi. So với bạn bè trong lớp tôi thấy mình khá tinh tươm, rồi cái gì cũng có. Cũng là do bố làm được. Mẹ bảo hồi đó bố kiếm được tiền nhưng không tối nào là ở nhà. Cứ về đến nhà là thấy bố uống bia uống rượu. Mà mẹ lại đi dạy cả ngày,về lại lo cơm nước rồi trông con. Thế nên mẹ chán. Rồi công việc của bố cũng không xuôn sẻ như trước, bố chăm chỉ ở nhà hơn, và lo cho mẹ con hơn. Mẹ bảo có lẽ nên giađinh bây giờ tuy thiếu thốn nhưng hạnh phúc.

Đúng là từ hồi mẹ ốm, tuy gia đình kinh tế không dư giả, nhưng tôi cảm thấy sự ấm cúng của gia đình và tình yêu mọi người dành cho nhau. Bố tôi thì chiều nào cũng 4 rưỡi là vế đến nhà. Bố nhấm nháp một ít hoa quả mẹ chuẩn bị xong là xắn tay nấu cơm. Bố nấu cơm ngon lắm. Món gì cũng ngon, nhưng tôi thích nhất là món thịt gà hầm của bố! Những ngày xa nhà mùa đông tôi nhớ bố và thèm món đấy lắm. Mẹ đi dạy vê mệt nên bố chắng để mẹ làm việc gì. Em đi học về mệt, bố cũng lai giúp rửa bát dọn dẹp. Sau đó lại giúp em học, và matxa cho mẹ. Bố là chỗ dựa của gia đình tôi. Sự hài hước lạc quan của bố giúp gia đinh vơi đi những nỗi lo, những buồn phiền khi mẹ ốm. Nhờ có sự chăm sóc của bố, đến giờ sức khỏe của mẹ đã khá hơn rất nhiều.

Tôi xa nhà cũng lâu rồi, nhưng ở xa tôi luôn yên tâm về gia đình nhỏ của mình. Bởi có bố mẹ yêu thương chăm sóc nhau. Có em ngoan hiếu thảo. Năm sau tôi lại về, và chắc hẳn mấy chị em tôi sẽ lại ngồi tâm sự: Ước gì tìm được người như bố…

Món ăn tuy đơn giản nhưng lại tạo được cho người thưởng thức cảm giác thích thú và lạ miệng. Bạn có thể làm món này để đãi cả nhà ngay tối nay.

Nguyên liệu: 500 g thịt bò, 3 quả cà chua, 3 bát dưa cải muối chua, gia vị, mỡ, một quả ớt vàng Đà Lạt, củ cải để trang trí.

Cách làm:

- Chọn mua thịt bò thăn vì khi kho với dưa sẽ rất mềm. Thịt rửa sạch, thái miếng vừa ăn rồi ướp với chút gia vị và hành củ giã nhỏ.

- Dưa muối chua nên rửa sơ qua với nước lạnh, để ráo nước.

- Cà chua rửa sạch, cắt 6 hoặc 8 tuỳ quả. Ớt Đà Lạt bổ đôi, bỏ hạt, xắt sợi. Củ cải đỏ cắt đôi để trang trí

- Phi hành thơm với mỡ hoặc dầu rồi cho cà chua vào đảo qua, tiếp đến cho cải chua. Nêm chút gia vị rồi đậy nắp lại đun khoảng 20 phút, sau đó mở nắp ra, đảo dưa cho thấm rồi cho tiếp thịt bò vào xào.

Tiếp tục đun khoảng 20 phút nữa để phần dưa mềm và thấm đều.

- Ớt, củ cải đỏ xếp thành đường diềm của đĩa, tiếp đó xếp cà chua thành vòng tròn rồi xếp thịt và dưa cải lên.

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Mình lun thích ăn bún mắm (bún bò, bún chả, bún nem…) hơn là bún nước  (bún thang, bún măng, bún riêu v.v.) dù tất nhiên là loại nào thì cũng ngon Rất thích bún bò vì fits my taste là thích ăn những thứ nhiều nguyên liệu nhiều hương vị mixed vào nhau mà   Hồi còn ở nhà cũ thỉnh thoảng thèm lại đi bộ ra Hàng Điếu ăn  – ko đâu có thể bán bún bò ngon bằng ở đó! Đây là recipe bún bò chuẩn như họ ^^

NL: ăn bao nhiêu làm bấy nhiêu (nhưng nhớ là mỗi thứ  1 tí nên làm chút thôi cũng đã được nhiều rồi) _ ví dụ như cho 3-4 người ăn thì có thể là:

- Thịt thăn bò (là ngon nhất, ko thì phần bò nào xào được là được): 3 lạng

-Lạc 1.5-2 lạng, hành khô (nhiều nhiều vào, làm sao lúc bóc vỏ xong thái mỏng mà chưa phi thì được 1 bát con đầy)

- Giá đỗ 4 lạng

- Rau sống: xà  lách, thơm, mùi, kinh giới mỗi thứ 1 ít, ko thích thì ít ra fai có xà lách

- Đu đủ xanh 1 miếng khoảng 1/4 quả vừa (ko có thì tạm bằng dưa chuột cũng được)

- Bún nửa cân

- Mắm, đường, chút tiêu xay

Cook:

- Thịt bò rửa sạch, thái mỏng, ướp với chút gia vị/hạt nêm, tỏi (nếu có thì cho chút dầu  hào cho mềm, đường cho thơm)

- Đu đủ gọt vỏ thái miếng giầm giấm (tức  là miếng mỏng và to vừa ăn), bóp muối rồi giầm với chút muối, đường, giấm cho ngấm

-Lạc rang vừa tới, ủ cho róc vỏ và giòn, rồi sát vỏ, giã/lăn hơi dập dập (rang lạc cần nhỏ lửa thì mới giòn và ko cháy)

- Hành phi (như trong bài “Xôi xéo” ở đây)

- Rau sống rửa sạch ngâm nc muối. Ráo thì thái nhỏ bớt (ko nhỏ quá)

- Làm nước mắm: Mắm, đường, giấm, nước lọc, pha nc mắm mà có chút mì chính thì bao giờ cũng sẽ ngon hơn (dù có người ko thích ăn mì chính). Pha cho vị thiên về ngọt ngọt hơi mặn mặn nhưng ko cần mặn nhiều như bún chả hay nem vì thịt bò và giá xào cũng đã có vị mặn rồi. Besides thì, thực ra pha cũng được, nhưng làm đúng theo kiểu ở hàng Điếu là phải đun nước mắm đó lên 1 chút cho âm ấm, vì đúng là dù nước mắm hay nước đường để nấu chè thì đun lên bao giờ cũng sẽ đậm đà hơn Có người thích cho tỏi băm và chút ớt băm, tiêu vào nữa (personally thì mình ko thích ăn tỏi sống, mà HDieu cũng ko cho  )

- Khi nào ăn hẵng xào cho nóng:

+ Giá đỗ nêm hạt nêm xào chín tới

+ Thịt bò xào chín tới, nước xào thịt bò còn lại thì đổ vào nồi nước mắm

- Serve:

Lót rau sống, đu đủ giầm xuống dưới,  cho bún, giá đỗ, thịt bò, rắc lạc, rắc hành phi, rồi cuối cùng là rưới nước mắm lên trên. Khi ăn thì trộn hết lên.

Bon appetite ^^

(Ảnh này là làm từ hồi bên kia, dùng dưa chuột)

David F. Hamilton, who is he? More importantly, why should you care who he is? I will tell you. Hamilton is currently awaiting an up-or-down vote from the senate to serve on the Seventh Circuit Court of Appeals. Barack Obama nominated him and had this to say about Hamilton:

“Judge Hamilton has a long and impressive record of service and a history of handing down fair and judicious decisions,” He continued  ”He will be a thoughtful and distinguished addition to the 7th Circuit.”

That’s cool

Let’s look at Hamilton’s record shall we?

I couldn’t find a picture of him that was labeled for reuse so here is a picture of a polar bear taking a nap on a rock next to a tire…

That looks like one comfortable rock...

What kind of a guy would say that the role of a judge includes “writing footnotes to the Constitution”? Delicious.

His career began as a fundraiser for a group called Association of Community Organizations for Reform Now in 1979. And you’re all like “So?” well that group is better known by “ACORN” you heard of em?

He once ruled that pornographic video stores could operate near churches a decision that went against Indiana statute. According to Republican Sen. Jeff Sessions (R-Ala.), the ranking Republican on the Senate Judiciary Committee, Hamilton had “blocked enforcement of an Indiana law that barred the sale or display of sexually explicit material within 500 feet of church or school.”

In this case, Hamilton sided with the video store owner saying that censoring the pornographic video store would “survive First Amendment scrutiny” Hamilton also wrote that “At this early stage in this lawsuit, the state has not met this evidentiary standard,” granting the store license to operate within 500 feet from a church.

If you would like to see more of what Hamilton ruled in this case you can go to this link which includes his complete decision. http://www.websupp.org/data/SDIN/1:05-cv-01712-21-SDIN.pdf

In Hinrichs v. Bosma the plaintiff Anthony Hinrichs alleged that speaker of the Indiana House Brian Bosma, violated the Establishment Clause of the First Amendment because Bosma invoked the name of Jesus Christ in his prayers opening house sessions.

Hamilton ordered Bosma not to invoke “Christ’s name or title” in house prayers. Former U.S. House Speaker Newt Gingrich said that Hamilton ruled that “saying the words Jesus Christ in a prayer is a sign of inappropriate behavior, but saying Allah would be OK.”

Why did Newt say this? Because Hamilton only ruled that invoking Christ was wrong but mentioned no other religion. Instead of barring all religion from the House, he barred only Christianity. When asked, Hamilton said that “This record, however, shows no efforts by Jewish or Muslim clerics to use the prayer opportunity to advance their particular religions,” He continued, “At this juncture there is no need to be more specific in the injunction as to what would amount to a sectarian prayer in those traditions.”

So that translates to “Until someone else complains, I don’t really care and probably won’t even if they do for fear of offending others.”

Brian Bosma said of the decision “I am shocked and dismayed by the Court’s decision today. I find the Court’s unprecedented decision disturbing in that it directs me, as Speaker, to advise people that they are prohibited from using “Christ’s name or title or any other denominational appeal”

When I think “Indiana” I think Peyton Manning. Here is a picture of him in an orange shirt, pointing at something. or is his shirt "Creamsical"?

In A Woman’s Choice-East Side Women’s Clinic v. Newman, an abortion clinic challenged Indiana Public Law 187 which required “women to be given information about the procedure and other alternatives to abortion, in person, 18 hours before an abortion is performed.” (Quote courtesy of CNSNews.com)

Hamilton issued an injunction saying in his opinion the law caused “unconstitutional burden on a woman’s right to choose to have an abortion.” He also said “As a practical matter, that provision requires the vast majority of women seeking an abortion to make two trips to an abortion clinic,”

Heaven forbid someone who is about to murder a child has to make 2 whole visits. NO!!!!!!

“For many women that requirement would make abortion more expensive and less convenient,”

Yea cause that’s what we want, murder to be more convenient.

Thankfully, the Seventh Circuit Court of Appeals overturned his asinine decision.

In 2008, Hamilton ruled to strike a law that would require convicted sex offenders to release personal information like email addresses and internet screen-names and to submit to routine search warrants…

He once denied a Rabbi from displaying a Menorah from a holiday display in Indianapolis. The court of appeals rebuked Hamilton on this decision.

This is exactly the kind of person that we want nominated. Someone who’s biggest decisions were overturned because they were ridiculous and unfounded. Even the left-leaning American Bar Association said he was “not qualified” for his position.

Former Attorney General Edwin Meese said in a memo that Hamilton’s “record demonstrates that he would decide cases on the basis of his politics and personal agenda instead of the Constitution.” He also said “is precisely the kind of liberal judicial activist who would use our federal courts as his own super-legislature. The Senate should vote no on the cloture vote to stop this nomination.”

It’s no surprise that BO would nominate such an idiot to the Seventh Circuit Court of Appeals. Given his track record he loves people such as Hamilton who use their political beliefs to push their rulings on the bench. Let’s look at BO’s quote again:

“Judge Hamilton has a long and impressive record of service and a history of handing down fair and judicious decisions,” He continued  ”He will be a thoughtful and distinguished addition to the 7th Circuit.”

Do you concur with that statement? Or is this just another instance of BO talking without having any prior knowledge on the topic? BO says he is a Christian, does he want a porn shop mere feet from where he attends service? Does he think it’s wrong to invoke Christ’s name in a prayer? Does he think it’s wrong for a woman to get the facts and given other ways out instead of rushing to an abortion? Either he agrees with all of Hamilton’s ridiculous decisions or he is once again talking out his head about something he doesn’t know anything about, yet claims to have all the facts and knowledge.

Either way, Hamilton is a liberal scum-bag and has no place being a judge anywhere, let alone the court of appeals. A judge is not in a position of authority to push his agendas and ideologies; he is there to be an impartial arbitrator which Hamilton is not. Let’s pray (In Christ’s name!) that he does not make it to the court of appeals.

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Love,

Uncle Von

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Jag och min pojkvän bestämde att vi skulle pröva bo tillsammans i en vecka och se om vi överlevde. Jag sitter ju levandes och skriver detta så alltså måste det ju gått bra *ler*
Allvarligt talat så har det faktiskt varit en tuff vecka inte bara just för förhållandet utan även individuellt. Jag har fått kämpat med att ta kommandot över min hund som slutar lyssnar på mig så fort som min pojkvän och jag umgås. Det har faktiskt gått väldigt bra om jag får säga det själv. Visst det har varit svårt och kämpigt men det gick åt rätt håll och det är jag nöjd med.
Sen ska jag göra en gastroskopi så jag har varit tvungen att slutat med min magmedicin vilket inte direkt har varit så jättekul. Har ständigt ont i magen, illamående och otrolig halsbränna. Har dock lyckats hitta en maträtt som fungerar ganska bra för magen och det är risgrynsvälling. Upptäckte igår att min magen inte är lika uppsvälld längre. Har inte kännt mig uppsvälld eller så men nu när jag står på andra sidan så känner jag verkligen skillnad. Funderar på att sluta med att dricka mjölk och över gå till havredryck som jag druckit nu den senaste veckan.
En annan sak jag faktiskt gjort under veckan är att tagit tag i en massa saker. När jag tittar bakåt så ser jag att det varit en väldigt produktiv vecka.
Jag skickade ett mejl till sjukhuset som jag nu fått vidarebefordrat till rätt personer. Jag pratade ut med grannen om katten. Tillsist så pratade jag även ut med mina föräldrar om hur jag tyckte och tänkte om mitt boende och ansvaret mot dem. Så jag har verkligen gjort en rivstart till förändring.

Dock saknar jag min pojkvän otroligt mycket och det är konstigt hur snabbt man kan vänja sig vid att vara med någon oavsett om det är jobbigt eller inte. Låg och lyssnade i morse om han var vaken så kom jag på att han inte var här. Under hela dagen har jag bara väntat på att han ska komma in till mig och krama och pussas på mig. Känns nästan lite som när någon dött. Man förstår inte att personen är borta utan man väntar bara på att de plötsligt ska stå där i dörren.

Efter fem missade tvättider har jag äntligen lyckats ta mig upp i tid och har därmed rena underkläder att njuta av mmmmmmm!
När sista paret nödtrosor (som man köpte när man gick i högstadiet nån gång och som är mer hål och sladder än ett klädesplagg) är förbrukade och man inte har något att sätta på sig som inte luktar apa, då är man så illa tvungen att ta sig ur sängen, hur dåligt man än sovit under natten.
Tyvärr blev jag lite väl optimistisk mot slutet.
Slängde in den sista tvätten 50 min innan tvättiden (på ynka två timmar) gick ut. Glömde i mitt yrvakna tillstånd att räkna med de där extra 5-10 minutrarna som tvättmaskiner tar.
Resultat: tvätten tvättad men maskinen stängde av sig innan centrifugering så nu är det pyttelilla badrumet fullproppat med drypande blöta kläder som förhoppningsvis torkar till kvällen så jag kan duscha.

Med en sådan start på dagen kan det bara bli bättre.

i can’t say how it happened, because i’m not sure, but i am going to make an ali edwards december daily book. i picked out some of the materials tonight, and prepped the book, now it’s just a matter of making it!

look here for a few specific details:

http://aliedwards.typepad.com/_a_/december-daily-2009-.html

mine won’t end up being as chunky or as texture-y as hers, but i see this as a book that my girls will be able to look at and bang around, with matchy-matchy layouts, one side for each day, maybe with a few extras for other odds n ends.  i’m looking forward to making a project for myself, even though the timing could be TONS better, it seems like everything happens in november.

Pour les impatients et impatientes voici la préview des musiques d’Alexandre Desplat auteur compositeur FRANCAIS !!

Perso, ça a l’air très chouette

Part I



Part II

Source

Let’s play a game, yea? It’s called, “Who said this crap?” I will give you a quote and you tell me by yelling at your computer screen, the answer. You ready? Whatever…

Who Said This Crap? Number 1:

“You go into these small towns in Pennsylvania and, like a lot of small towns in the Midwest, the jobs have been gone now for 25 years and nothing’s replaced them,” they said “And they fell through the Clinton Administration, and the Bush Administration, and each successive administration has said that somehow these communities are gonna regenerate and they have not. And it’s not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.”

I’ll give you a second to answer as if this is a video or I can control how fast you read the rest…

“You wished you reeked of awesomeness like my boy Barracks does…..I mean, I said, Barack!” man Biden is a dummy

If you answered Barack Obama, then you are correct. I am thoroughly impressed with your intellect and your guile. You lay honor upon your family name, your family should be proud of you but most importantly, your Uncle Von is proud of you. Do you feel good? Happy that I treat you so well? Well then you should tell all your friends to read my blog. I digress…

Who Said This Crap? Number 2:

“In America, there’s a failure to appreciate Europe’s leading role in the world. Instead of celebrating your dynamic union and seeking to partner with you to meet common challenges, there have been times where America has shown arrogance and been dismissive, even derisive.”

So who said it, smarty pants? If you said Barack Obama, I again am highly impressed. You should probably be writing your own blog with a brain like that… actually, don’t, I don’t like competition.

“You!!! Do you dare challenge me as the king of complete and utter awesomenessocity?! What do you mean that’s not a word? If Barack says it’s a word, it’s a word. You get the initials P.O.T.U.S and come talk to me! Haha! Barack!”

Let’s try another.

Who Said This Crap? Number 3:

“I also believe that all too often our government made decisions based on fear rather than foresight; that all too often our government trimmed facts and evidence to fit ideological predispositions. Instead of strategically applying our power and our principles, too often we set those principles aside as luxuries that we could no longer afford.”

I’m fairly certain by this point that you know who this is. Its BO once again telling other people that America sucks. Not only does he tell these other jokers that America sucks but he apologizes for it. He also basically said in these speeches that he is awesome and everything in the world will be all good now that he is ruining….err… I mean running America’s Executive branch.

BO will soon be in Japan, the Japanese government has offered for him to visit Hiroshima and Nagasaki. He has since declined the offer sighting a busy schedule but he has promised to visit it while still in office, something no sitting president has ever done. You may think it would be hard for me to criticize BO for something he hasn’t said yet in place he hasn’t visited yet. But I have showed you exhibits A, B and C which are the quotes above. These are just a few of many quotes BO has used to emasculate America. I’m sure if he went to either Hiroshima or Nagasaki, he would tell the Japanese how crappy he thinks we are and how sorry he is that this happened. He won’t say that it was a necessary event to end the bloodiest war in history. This would just be another opportunity for him to go abroad and tell other countries that he doesn’t like us either.

So if I have my numbers correctly, BO has promised to visit the site of a brutal (albeit, necessary) bombing site(s). Yet he deems the 20^th anniversary of one of the most positive events in the last 50 years unworthy of his presence. I am of course talking about the anniversary of the fall of the Berlin wall.

The wall coming down was a great event in the fall of a soviet empire and freedom in general. Who had a large hand in this? America did, Ronald Reagan did. I’m sure you have seen or heard this famous speech. This isn’t the whole thing but it’s the most famous part.

BO decided this event was unworthy, but thank G-d, he made a video to show us. I’m not gonna put you through it but he fails to mention Ronald Reagan even once. Not a single mention of Reagan’s name, not a mention of Reagan’s legacy, not a mention of the good that Reagan did to help bring down the wall. This isn’t that surprising, BO cant step up to a level that would give props to a great Conservative leader. No love whatsoever because Reagan wasn’t a progressive, wasn’t a statist. Because Reagan is a symbol for Conservativism, BO couldn’t even utter his name. You think Berlin Wall falling, you think Reagan, and you think of those words he spoke “Tear down this wall!”

But BO couldn’t resist touting himself as awesome in his speech from the comfort of the White House.

“Few would have foreseen … that a united Germany would be led by a woman from Brandenburg or that their American ally would be led by a man of African descent. But human destiny is what human beings make of it.”

Yea we get it, you’re awesome and everyone else sucks. His arrogance knows no bounds; he said he would be a transparent president and it is painfully obvious how transparent he really is, he is showing us all what he really is. Maybe he should re-think that transparency stuff.

Good day. Make sure to leave a comment with some love or some hate.

Love,

Uncle Von

I’ve been MIA, and I issue a heartfelt mea culpa.  This merger at work has my brain as scrambled as a Waffle House egg breakfast, and I have been quite neglectful of this here blog.  Anyway, here’s what I’m burning on, and have been since my last entry (weeks ago):

-If you dressed up at work on the day before Halloween, you my friend, are a tool.  No one over the age of 13, under any circumstance, should wear costume attire to the workplace.  Especially when the friggin ‘holiday’ doesn’t fall on a workday.  I don’t care how awesome your Michael Jackson costume was, don’t dress up for your job. 

-Traffic sucks.  I usually don’t have any sympathy for people who live in LA.  After all, they live in LA, and tell you they’re from LA any chance they get, as if it’s some sort of friggin’ merit badge.  However, my new office is situated such that it takes me about 30 minutes longer to get home, when my commute is only 3 miles further.  Suddenly, I feel like I’m all coked up in my 5-series that’s 3 months behind on payments, my peroxided blonde hair blowing in the wind, as I sit in smog on the 405.  Fur shurr, brah.

-It’s been a while since a D-list celebrity has ‘been the victim’ of a leaked out pr0n.  I don’t ever see these things, but it’s awesome to see how some of these 14:59′ers try to stop time.  I’m gonna set my odds that you’ll see one pop up within the year, from one of these three folks: Gary Bussey, Downtown Julie Brown or the chick who played Becky Slater on “The Wonder Years.”

-Fall is a bad time of the year to host a Business Expo/Networking Event:  every ‘entrepreneur’ (read: people who collect business cards with the hopes of trying to shill you into buying their ever-changing goods/services) breaks their winter blazer out of the closet, and by the end of the day, you have an entire hall smelling of moth balls.  It’s really hard to take an event like this seriously when half the attendees have the gas face.

That’s all I have for now.  I’ll try to run down some other brilliance within a couple of days.