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<title><![CDATA[Tuesday's Water News: Broken Water Main, Sinkhole Slows Drivers]]></title>
<link>http://waternewsupdate.com/2009/12/01/tuesdays-water-news-broken-water-main-sinkhole-slows-drivers/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 17:36:17 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>bradhannon</dc:creator>
<guid>http://waternewsupdate.com/2009/12/01/tuesdays-water-news-broken-water-main-sinkhole-slows-drivers/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Drivers in Panama City Beach, Florida faced a traffic challenge Monday, after a water main break cau]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p><a href="http://www.newsherald.com/news/beach-79513-hole-main.html">Drivers in Panama City Beach, Florida faced a traffic challenge Monday,</a> after a water main break caused a gaping hole in the road. Although the total repair cost is not currently known a contractor is installing water lines and relocating utilities underground.</p>
<p><strong>Headlines</strong><br />
<a href="http://www.citizen-times.com/article/20091201/NEWS01/91201011">A water main break combined with freezing temperatures</a> overnight left ice on the road on U.S. 70 near Swannanoa, North Carolina leading to a traffic accident this morning.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/11/30/AR2009113001783.html">A 10-inch water main burst</a> on a residential street in Montgomery County, Maryland on Monday morning, cutting off water to almost a dozen homes and causing the pavement to buckle.</p>
<p><strong>Stimulus Spotlight</strong><br />
<a href="http://www.theadvertiser.com/article/20091130/NEWS01/91130029/DEQ+awards++900+000+in+stimulus+money+to+Delcambre">The Louisiana Department of Environmental Quality has awarded $900,000 </a>in stimulus funds to the town of Delcambre to go toward wastewater improvement projects. </p>
<p><a href="http://www.wasecacountynews.com/news.php?viewStory=4287">A sewer project in Waseca, Minnesota is getting a boost</a> from federal stimulus dollars. The city is receiving $6 million from the stimulus for a $16.1 million project to install new sewer pipelines and a new wastewater treatment plant.</p>
<p><strong>Sewer Rate News</strong><br />
<a href="http://www.delmarvanow.com/article/20091201/OPI01/912010349">Berlin, Maryland</a><br />
<a href="http://www.gainesvilletimes.com/news/article/26654/">Gainesville, Georgia</a><br />
<a href="http://www.middletownpress.com/articles/2009/12/01/news/doc4b1488d5c7e47071010578.txt">Middletown, Connecticut</a><br />
<a href="http://www.yakima-herald.com/stories/2009/11/30/sunnyside-to-boost-water-sewer-rates-next-year">Sunnyside, Washington</a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Road Trip 2009 Preview [4:51] (Video)]]></title>
<link>http://ronionlocation.wordpress.com/2009/12/01/road-trip-2009-preview-450-video/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 16:32:08 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>roniweiss</dc:creator>
<guid>http://ronionlocation.wordpress.com/2009/12/01/road-trip-2009-preview-450-video/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[A preview of the upcoming 10 episodes of Roni On Location: Road Trip 2009. From Alaska to Canada to ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Mark Farina @ Moloko Lounge New Orleans, Louisiana , 26-9-2009]]></title>
<link>http://ssetss.wordpress.com/2009/12/01/mark-farina-moloko-lounge-new-orleans-louisiana-26-9-2009/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 15:02:00 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ys</dc:creator>
<guid>http://ssetss.wordpress.com/2009/12/01/mark-farina-moloko-lounge-new-orleans-louisiana-26-9-2009/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Mark Farina @ Moloko Lounge New Orleans, Louisiana Mirror Mirror]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;"><a href="http://ssetss.wordpress.com/files/2009/12/mark20farina.jpg" style="margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://ssetss.wordpress.com/files/2009/12/mark20farina.jpg?w=149" width="159" /></a></div>
<p><a name='more'></a><br /><a href="http://uploading.com/files/23mem7a7/Mark%2BFarina%2BLive%2B%2540%2BMoloko%2BLounge%2BNew%2BOrleans%252C%2BLouisiana%2B-%2B09-26-2009.mp3/">Mark Farina @ Moloko Lounge New Orleans, Louisiana </a></p>
<p><a href="http://hotfile.com/dl/18610393/2ed7615/Mark_Farina_Live__Moloko_Lounge_New_Orleans_Louisiana_-_09-26-2009.mp3.html">Mirror</a></p>
<p><a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/6hia781sf">Mirror</a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[2010 New Orleans Boat &amp; Sportshow has been postponed]]></title>
<link>http://murrayyachtsales.wordpress.com/2009/12/01/2010-new-orleans-boat-sportshow-has-been-postponed/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 13:50:28 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Michael James</dc:creator>
<guid>http://murrayyachtsales.wordpress.com/2009/12/01/2010-new-orleans-boat-sportshow-has-been-postponed/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[The National Marine Manufacturers Association (NMMA), North America’s leading boat and sportshow pro]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>The National Marine Manufacturers Association (NMMA), North America’s leading boat and sportshow producer, announced that the 2010 New Orleans Boat &#38; Sportshow has been postponed until 2011 in order to address dealer demands as the boating industry pulls out of the recession. The 41st annual New Orleans Boat &#38; Sportshow is scheduled to take place January 5-9, 2011. &#8212; Full report: <a href="http://www.nmma.org/news/news.asp?id=17745&#38;sid=3">http://www.nmma.org/news/news.asp?id=17745&#38;sid=3</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.marina42.net/cgi-bin/p/m42p-listings.cgi?d=murray&#38;type=4">Current List of Boats For Sale</a></p>
<p><a href="http://murrayyachtsales.wordpress.com/">Go to our Blog</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/pages/Murray-Yacht-Sales/64985057974?ref=ts">Go to our Facebook Page</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.murrayyachtsales.com/">www.MurrayYachtSales.com</a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[US Weekly Says HSN Jewelry Designer And Actress Molly Sims Is Dating Our Favorite Since 'Erin Brockovich,' Sexy Actor Aaron Eckhart  ]]></title>
<link>http://homeshoppingista.wordpress.com/2009/12/01/hsn-jewelry-designer-and-actress-molly-sims-is-dating-our-favorite-since-erin-brockovich-sexy-actor-aaron-eckhart/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 02:03:38 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>homeshoppingista</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Molly Sims and Her Grayce HSN LineModel-turned-actress Molly Sims has been up to more than just desi]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p><div id="attachment_3459" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://jewelry.hsn.com/grayce-by-molly-sims-necklaces_c-j00157_a-6957_xc.aspx?sz=11&#38;cm_re=LN*Depart*Necklaces&#38;prev=hp!sf!6957&#38;lastbc=!dept&#38;ccm=j&#124;6957"><img src="http://homeshoppingista.wordpress.com/files/2009/12/mollysims372x279.jpg?w=300" alt="" title="MollySims372x279" width="300" height="225" class="size-medium wp-image-3459" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Molly Sims and Her Grayce HSN Line</p></div>Model-turned-actress Molly Sims has been up to more than just designing a new jewelry line for HSN: She&#8217;s seeing handsome actor <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001173/">Aaron Eckhart.</a></p>
<p>According to the Nov. 30 issue of Us Weekly, Sims and Eckhart have been dating for several months and were recently seen together in a restaurant in Louisiana. Eckhart is on location filming a movie, &#8220;Battle: Los Angeles.&#8221;  </p>
<p>We&#8217;ve been a fan of Eckhart ever since 2000, when we saw him playing the sexy, sensitive, long-haired biker George that romances Erin Brockovich, played by Julia Roberts.</p>
<p>We loved this bit of dialog in the movie when Eckhart, as George, asks Brockovich for her number, and she asks him which one.</p>
<p>George says: &#8220;How many numbers you got?&#8221; </p>
<p>Brockovich says: &#8220;Oh, I got numbers comin&#8217; outta my ears. For instance: 10.&#8221; </p>
<p>George: &#8220;10?&#8221;</p>
<p>Brockovich: &#8220;Yeah. That&#8217;s how many months old my baby girl is.&#8221; </p>
<p>George: &#8220;You got a little girl?&#8221;</p>
<p>Brockovich: &#8220;Yeah. Yeah, sexy, huh? How &#8217;bout this for a number? Six. That&#8217;s how old my other daughter is, eight is the age of my son, two is how many times I&#8217;ve been married &#8211; and divorced; 16 is the number of dollars I have in my bank account. 850-3943. That&#8217;s my phone number, and with all the numbers I gave you, I&#8217;m guessing zero is the number of times you&#8217;re gonna call it.&#8221;</p>
<p>She&#8217;s wrong. He does call. Only in the movies, folks.</p>
<p>Anyway, we digress. Sims last month debuted her new fashion jewelry line, Grayce, on HSN. </p>
<p>Sims is also in another section of the same US Weekly issue, in its &#8220;Splurge vs. Save&#8221; feature. Sims was photographed wearing several layered necklaces. But surprisingly enough, none of them appear to be from her HSN Grayce line.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Pit Stop in the State of Hell]]></title>
<link>http://scott.wordpress.com/2009/11/30/pit-stop-in-the-state-of-hell/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 01:43:28 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Scott</dc:creator>
<guid>http://scott.wordpress.com/2009/11/30/pit-stop-in-the-state-of-hell/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Unfortunately I have been stuck, for lack of a more subtle word, in Louisiana.  This state has provi]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>Unfortunately I have been stuck, for lack of a more subtle word, in Louisiana.  This state has provided me with a 6 percent increase in taxes, corrupt city and state officials and a complete and utter lack of education.  When the motto of the local NFL team is <strong>&#8220;Who Dat&#8221;</strong> it more so represents the local and statewide education dilemma.</p>
<p>I come from Texas originally so I understand education differs from area to area but I have yet to find a whole lot of &#8220;smarts&#8221; in the state.  This isn&#8217;t an insult to the people but a complete slap in the face of the state government and complete lack of care for the local schools.  When the government would rather support drive by alcohol stands than creating a positive and encouraging learning environment for kids, you know there&#8217;s a problem.</p>
<p>So I pray this place is a pit stop on the road to my next destination&#8230;I really hope and pray I don&#8217;t get stuck here!</p>
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<title><![CDATA[2010 Debutantes perform community service]]></title>
<link>http://cenlalight.wordpress.com/2009/12/01/2010-debutantes-perform-community-service/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 01:34:43 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>cenlalight</dc:creator>
<guid>http://cenlalight.wordpress.com/2009/12/01/2010-debutantes-perform-community-service/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Members of the 2010 Debutantes of the Alexandria Chapter of Jack &amp; Jill of America Inc. perform ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>Members of the 2010 Debutantes of the Alexandria Chapter of Jack &#38; Jill of America Inc. perform a community service project by distributing oranges at the Food Bank of Central Louisiana</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Everyday Heroes]]></title>
<link>http://bellagabriella.wordpress.com/2009/11/30/everyday-heroes/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 22:03:22 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Stags</dc:creator>
<guid>http://bellagabriella.wordpress.com/2009/11/30/everyday-heroes/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[What do you think of when you hear the term &#8216;hero? A strong muscled man ala Hercules? A person]]></description>
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<p><span style="color:#993300;">What do you think of when you hear the term &#8216;hero? A strong muscled man ala Hercules? A person in bright-colored spandex who fights crimes? Men and women in uniform fighting for their country? A hero in classical literature and mythology is a being who saves and rescues others (usually a god or a superhuman); someone who sacrifices in order that good triumphs and lives are saved. But heroes don&#8217;t have to be mythical beings that we admire and worship. Heroes can be regular human beings that do extraordinary things&#8211;we attach this honorary name to police, firefighters and soldiers because they protect us. Many children also cite their parents as heroes because parents actually do sacrifice for their children&#8217;s wellbeing. Heroes can also be inspiring people (whether fictional or real)- if we can identify with the qualities we aspire to have in these people, we want to become like them. Also, anybody can be a hero. I believe everyone has the capacity to sacrifice and perform in some manner for the moral good of others.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#993300;">Take Kimberly and Scott Roberts. The only reason I mention these two is because I just finished watching &#8216;Trouble the Water&#8217; a documentary about the afteraffects of Hurricane Katrina. This film features footage from Kimberly&#8217;s own homerecordings, news reports and a film crew following the couple around. The images of devastation are heart-rendering; to see destroyed homes, displaced children and abandoned neighborhoods is both saddening and eerie. &#8216;Trouble the Water&#8217; brings up a lot of questions in regards to the help received in New Orleans, the actions taken, Bush&#8217;s administration and human nature. Why would the government wait two weeks before helping someone who is suffering?</span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#993300;">Back to the Roberts. Kimberly and her husband were not part of the crowd that evacuated New Orleans because they didn&#8217;t have the means to. We see through Kimberly&#8217;s camcorder how heavy the hurricane hits her home&#8211;viewers witness as the Roberts have to escape to the attic for shelter and then abandon their home entirely for higher ground. We see the first heroic acts when Scott and a friend, Brian go out into the hurricane and help transport people to higher ground using a floating punching bag. Although it is not during the eye of the storm, the weather is still in bad conditions. The levee has broken, flooding the neighborhood even more. After the hurricane, the Roberts continued to be heroic&#8211;they brought families without shelter to a piece of property , providing them with a place to stay until they received aid.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#993300;">Without a doubt Kimberly and her husband are heroes. Witnessing what they did and hearing their story&#8211;these two have come from the bottom and yet were sacrificing their time, effort and safety to make sure others were okay&#8211; is inspiring. Here are two people who are struggling to make their life better&#8211;both were trying to escape from drugs&#8211; along comes a natural disaster, which wrecks their life, but also gives them a new beginning. They could have left their friends and family behind, because they too lost everything in the hurricane. But the Roberts decided to help. By helping others, Kimberly and Scott were able to make a better life for themselves. They are heroes in the sense that they are doing whats right and sacrificing part of themselves for others.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="color:#993300;"><img class="aligncenter" title="roberts" src="http://fataculture.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/trouble-the-water.jpg?w=420&#038;h=231" alt="" width="420" height="231" /></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#993300;">We should all aspire to be like these two&#8211;to help others in need is a powerful and great thing. It doesn&#8217;t take much to be a hero, and we can do it in many small ways&#8211;educating young minds, providing food and clothing for the poor, being there for someone. If you keep in mind the spirit and strength of all those before you who have endured many hardships, and you channel that strength and resolve, you can be an everyday hero.</span></p>
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<title><![CDATA[US Sold to China]]></title>
<link>http://petesopinion.wordpress.com/2009/11/30/us-sold-to-china/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 21:20:48 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>petesopinion</dc:creator>
<guid>http://petesopinion.wordpress.com/2009/11/30/us-sold-to-china/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[In the coming days, Congress will be debating whether or not to raise the country’s debt limit.  We ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>In the coming days, Congress will be debating whether or not to raise the country’s debt limit.  We all know that they will raise the limit to some unfathomable level.  Time and time again I plead with the American public to contact their representatives in an attempt to stop this kind of nonsense.</p>
<p>Obviously, the American people don’t care or don’t understand the true ramifications of these actions by our government leaders.  The debt that we have right now is more than we can pay back within the next 25 years.  So raising the limit will only encourage the borrowing of more money that we cannot pay back for generations.  This is beyond being stupid.  As it is, if the Chinese decided they wanted us to pay back the money we owe them right now, we couldn’t do it.  Consequently, they would literally own the entire country.  Gone would be all of our freedoms.  Gone would be any influence over government.  Gone would be the best health care in the world.  Gone would be our ability to obtain the truth about anything.  Gone would be our right to express our displeasure with the current state of affairs.  Gone would be our right to worship the true God or even a god from our imagination.</p>
<p>What this country needs is a balanced budget amendment.  It needs to be illegal for our government to borrow money from another country except in the extreme situations of war and natural disaster.  We also need an amendment to cap the income tax rate.  The government should not have the right to just arbitrarily raise the rates.  It is not their money to take.  We also need an amendment requiring Congress to account for every penny spent.  That way, when 100 – 300 million dollars is allocated to the state of Louisiana, they will have to spell out exactly what that money will be spent on.  The only exception should be for military spending and for intelligence spending.  Everything else needs to be held accountable to the public.  The military and intelligence needs to be held accountable to a bi-partisan Congressional panel not the general public.</p>
<p>If we put in these amendments, then Congress cannot legally spend money they do not have to spend.  Plus, they cannot just raise taxes to obtain the money they want for their pet projects.  If the pet project is important enough, then cut something else to produce the revenue necessary to pay for that pet project. </p>
<p>People, if we don’t beat this kind of common sense approach into our Congressional representatives, they will continue to sell this country to the rest of the world.  We need representatives that will do what is best for this country not for themselves.  Call them, write them, email them, do whatever it takes to make it clear to them that enough is enough.  Make it clear to them that they need to represent us or they are history.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[A Cajun &amp; Creole Christmas]]></title>
<link>http://travelusblog.wordpress.com/2009/11/30/a-cajun-creole-christmas/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 15:02:57 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>US-Traveler</dc:creator>
<guid>http://travelusblog.wordpress.com/2009/11/30/a-cajun-creole-christmas/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Spectacularly decorated historic homes, twinkling lights, holiday parades, music and dance performan]]></description>
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<p align="justify">Spectacularly decorated historic homes, twinkling lights, holiday parades, music and dance performances, and mouthwatering cuisine awaits as all of Acadiana celebrates during &#8220;A Cajun &#38; Creole Christmas.&#8221; Dozens of events will get you in the holiday spirit, for example the Festival of Light on Coolidge Blvd. Visit the Iberia Community Band Christmas Concert or one of the traditional candlelight services of readings and choral music in the beautiful ambiance of St. John Cathedral. Take your family to the Children&#8217;s Christmas Parade with beautiful floats, decorative cars, themed trailers and cartoon characters. Or meet local gumbo chefs competing for cash prizes and trophies at Jennings Christmas Gumbo Cook-Off &#38; Festival. For more information, visit the <a href="http://lafayette.destinations2discover.com/?site=v2d">Lafayette Destination Guide</a>.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[On The Road Again...Alone!]]></title>
<link>http://otrwjam.wordpress.com/2009/11/30/on-the-road-again-alone/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 14:20:17 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ramblinmanjimj</dc:creator>
<guid>http://otrwjam.wordpress.com/2009/11/30/on-the-road-again-alone/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ll be on the road once again today&#8230; I expect to depart Mary&#8217;s home about 9:00 AM]]></description>
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<p>I&#8217;ll be on the road once again today&#8230; I expect to depart Mary&#8217;s home about 9:00 AM. First planned stop is only about 75 miles down the hill at Thousand Trails Turtle Beach RV Resort in California&#8217;s Central Valley outside of the City of Manteca. I&#8217;ll stop at Costco first, then into the RV park where I&#8217;ll activate our new Internet receiving system which I&#8217;ll tell you about tomorrow.</p>
<p>If you didn&#8217;t know, I hit the road alone as the weather was turning quite cold and I needed to get both the motorhome and myself into warmer climates. Mary flies to Thailand on December 16th for a two week vacation with her 15 year old grandson, Mason. After returning December 31st she&#8217;ll attend to business at home for a few days then fly to Tucson, AZ where I&#8217;ll meet her on January 9th and we&#8217;ll head towards the east coast. Our only planned hard-dated stop is arriving in New Orleans, Louisiana on February 8th for a two week stop during Mardi Gras. It&#8217;s lousy job, but someone&#8217;s got to do it!</p>
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All hitched up and ready to go!</div>
<p>All original material Copyright &#8211; Jim Jaillet 2009<br />
For more information about my three books, click this link:<br />
<a href="http://www.panamaorbust.com/">http://www.panamaorbust.com</a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Cyber Monday and Tuesday; Product Updates]]></title>
<link>http://handmadeathomestead.wordpress.com/2009/11/29/cyber-monday-and-tuesday-product-updates/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:32:16 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>newsfromhomestead</dc:creator>
<guid>http://handmadeathomestead.wordpress.com/2009/11/29/cyber-monday-and-tuesday-product-updates/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[You haven&#8217;t heard from us in awhile but we&#8217;ve been busy re-formulating some of our produ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>You haven&#8217;t heard from us in awhile but we&#8217;ve been busy re-formulating some of our product offerings and gearing up for the 2009 holiday season.</p>
<p><strong>Product Updates</strong></p>
<p>Pamper you skin with our new moisturizing Silk &#38; Satin Body Crème that reminds us of luscious cake frosting. Silk &#38; Satin Body Crème contains Shea Butter, Aloe, Silk Amino Acids, Sunflower, and Coconut Oils. Shea and Aloe<a href="http://handmadeathomestead.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/bigstockphoto_cream_last_1313777.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-341" title="bigstockphoto_Cream_Last_1313777" src="http://handmadeathomestead.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/bigstockphoto_cream_last_1313777.jpg?w=150" alt="" width="150" height="100" /></a> are well known in helping moisturize and repair skin damage. Sunflower Oil is rich in Vitamin E, a natural anti-oxidant. Silk Amino Acids provide a protective barrier and silkiness to the Crème.  Our Satin &#38; Silk Body Crème does NOT contain parabens.</p>
<p>Here’s what our wonderful customer, Karen from Baton Rouge, recently said about our new Silk &#38; Satin Body Crème: “sure was thankful for your body crème this morning!! I love this cold weather but my skin does not&#8230;. H@H to the rescue!!!”</p>
<p>Don’t forget our other luscious offerings for <a href="http://www.handmadeathomestead.com/index.php?main_page=index&#38;cPath=4">bath</a>, <a href="http://www.handmadeathomestead.com/index.php?main_page=index&#38;cPath=3">body</a> and our <a href="http://www.handmadeathomestead.com/index.php?main_page=index&#38;cPath=6">specialty products</a>!</p>
<p><strong>Our Fragrance Selections</strong></p>
<p>Handmade at Homestead is committed to providing the most body-friendly products available. To that end, we seek out and use only phthalate-free fragrance oils. There has been much controversy in recent<a href="http://handmadeathomestead.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/bigstockphoto_perfume_and_fragrance_bottles_5354140.jpg"><img class="alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-342" title="bigstockphoto_Perfume_And_Fragrance_Bottles_5354140" src="http://handmadeathomestead.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/bigstockphoto_perfume_and_fragrance_bottles_5354140.jpg?w=150" alt="" width="150" height="100" /></a> years about the use of phthalates in cosmetics, fragrances oils, and plastics. Cosmetic manufacturers use phthalates because they cling to the skin and nails to give perfumes, hair gels and nail polishes more staying power. While the FDA has determined that the type of phthalates use in fragrance oils is safe, we have opted not to use fragrances containing phthalates in any of our products.</p>
<p><strong>Holiday Sales</strong></p>
<p><a href="http://handmadeathomestead.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/bigstockphoto_standing_boy_holding_sale_sign_2284514.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-343" title="bigstockphoto_Standing_Boy_Holding_Sale_Sign_2284514" src="http://handmadeathomestead.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/bigstockphoto_standing_boy_holding_sale_sign_2284514.jpg?w=100" alt="" width="100" height="150" /></a>We missed the after-Thanksgiving sales so it’s on to Cyber Monday! Our Cyber Monday Sale is Monday November 30th. Everything in our online catalog will be 25% off making this a great time shop for all your holiday gift giving.</p>
<p><strong>The Return of Happy Hour at ~The Soap Bar~</strong></p>
<p>Back by popular demand is our Happy Hour at ~The Soap Bar~. Every Friday from 5:00pm-7:00pm Central Time, one item will be picked <a href="http://handmadeathomestead.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/bigstockphoto_happy_hour_vector_2249492.jpg"><img class="alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-344" title="bigstockphoto_Happy_Hour_Vector_2249492" src="http://handmadeathomestead.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/bigstockphoto_happy_hour_vector_2249492.jpg?w=150" alt="" width="150" height="93" /></a>from our store and the price will be greatly discounted.  Items ordered after December 11 will not be available in time for Christmas.</p>
<p><strong>From the CEO &#38; Chief Creative Officer</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">As we embark on the 2009 holiday season, I’d like to take this opportunity to say thank you to all our loyal customers.  As I’ve gotten to know many of you over this last year, I’ve come to cherish the positive impact you have had on my life.  For those I haven&#8217;t heard from recently, please know that I continue to appreciate you being a part of our growing business.  We wouldn&#8217;t be where we are today without you. May this holiday season bring you much joy and peace.<a href="http://handmadeathomestead.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/bigstockphoto_baby_jesus_in_manger_2393872.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-345" style="border:black 1px solid;" title="bigstockphoto_Baby_Jesus_In_Manger_2393872" src="http://handmadeathomestead.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/bigstockphoto_baby_jesus_in_manger_2393872.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="199" /></a></p>
<p>Merry Christmas from my family to yours!<br />
Elizabeth G. Hill</p>
<p>Ways to Keep In Touch</p>
<p><a href="http://www.handmadeathomestead.com">Handmade at Homestead </a>is everywhere!  If you’re on Facebook, you can find us <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/edit/?id=33535621024#/pages/Baton-Rouge-LA/Handmade-at-Homestead/33535621024">here</a>.  If you’re on Twitter, you can follow us <a href="http://twitter.com/SimplyHomestead">here</a>.  You can find our blog <a href="http://handmadeathomestead.wordpress.com/">here</a>.  You can also send us an email <a href="mailto:elizabeth@handmadeathomestead.com">here</a>.</p>
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<description><![CDATA[Tomorrow, Jim leaves for Yuma in the Motor Home. I remain in Murphys until Dec. 16th, when I fly to ]]></description>
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<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ePf4LAiCaZ8/SwqgRU1Tp-I/AAAAAAAAD8s/e16TV5L4VQw/s1600/IMG_5577.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ePf4LAiCaZ8/SwqgRU1Tp-I/AAAAAAAAD8s/e16TV5L4VQw/s320/IMG_5577.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a>Tomorrow, Jim leaves for Yuma in the Motor Home. I remain in Murphys until Dec. 16th, when I fly to Thailand with my grandson,, Mason. I&#8217;ll be unable to blog from then until I return on Jan. 2nd, 2010. Egads! A new year and Christmas spent in Thailand. Should be interesting. I&#8217;ll have lots of pictures and stories to share when I return.<br />
Jim has been busily charting the first leg of our travels.<br />
He&#8217;ll spend Christmas in Yuma. From Yuma to Tuscon where I will fly to meet him on January 9th.<br />
Tuscon to visit old friend Sandee Voges. Then on to Chiracaua  National Monument Southeastern AZ.<br />
Demming, New Mexico to visit Jim&#8217;s Spanish Teacher.<br />
Then Columbus, New Mexico- the only place that Pancho Villa invaded the U.S. and killed American&#8217;s there.<br />
To El Paso, Texas and down to Big Ben National Park. We travel East across Texas to New Orleans by February 5th for Mardi Gras and other attractions. We expect to spend a month in Louisiana because there is so much to see and do.<br />
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<p>The hiss of gas escaping into the space heater announces that the old man has risen; soon the two-room houseboat will be tolerably warm. The man in the top bunk in the other room does not stir although he hears, knows, the signals–the unspoken command to rise and begin the day’s activities. He has been awake for some time because he has never slept well here; it is too quiet through the long night and he is too cognizant of the other, too careful of disturbing him with the creak of bedsprings. Though he is awake he does not rise, does not stir, remains in the warmth of the down sleeping bag and turns his head to the window. Outside the frost-dimmed pane, the black bayou shimmers with blanched half-moonlight filtered through willows that shiver silently on the dark mud bank.</p>
<p>He thinks: It is peaceful here–out there. It is the tranquility I come for, that I like about this place, and that is what I must focus on. But it is already too late. Already his thoughts have turned to this: I should have been the one to get up, to light the heaters and stove, to make the coffee. He is old now and I am grown and I should be taking care of him. Thinking: But that is not the natural order of things in this camp, and when one disturbs the natural order of things it’s hard to know what will result.</p>
<p>He checks the luminous dial of his watch. It is 3:55. He thinks: That’s early even by camp standards. The blind we’ll hunt today is only twenty minutes away and sunrise is at 6:43; legal shooting starts a half-hour before that. He must have had a bad night. His stomach, his back, his bones, his thoughts, something or everything conspired in his age-haunted body to prevent rest. If he can’t rest, why should I? That’s why he bangs the skillets and pans so noisily as he prepares for breakfast. It is my summons, my subpoena to appear in the other room and make myself useful. It does not matter that it is a full two hours before it will be time to leave. But I will not move. I will pretend I’m still sleeping and even that will be a victory of sorts, a statement to him that I refuse to be bullied. I am not yet ready to receive orders this morning.</p>
<p>It’s been three years since the younger man lay in this bunk, and it may be the last time he ever will. Every new direction in his life takes him farther from this place and makes it harder to return. The old man cannot have many seasons left in him and there may soon be nothing left to return to anyway. Until only the last few years he has been unbending, unscathed by passing winters but now he is showing signs of weakening and he cannot have many seasons left in him. It is too hard on a man, too strong the grip of cold that reaches into the bones of old men on days like this to shake their mortality; too much physical strength is needed to break with mudboat and pushpole the trails choked with matted water hyacinth and mud, to walk the gumlike marsh bottom in search of wounded prey. The marsh tests a man’s resolve, his desire weighed against the threshold for self-inflicted discomfort until that autumn evening when lying in his bed in the dark he grudgingly–and perhaps with great relief–admits to himself, “It is enough. I am not willing. This year I will not go.” And that day comes for every man, must come, even for him.</p>
<p>He, the son, knows that day must come but he cannot imagine it. In his mind the old man’s surrender to the inescapable force of time exists only as an abstract notion, mentally assented to but impossible to believe. To him, his father is what he has always been: competent, stubborn, immutable.</p>
<p>The thick brown smell of last night’s gumbo still permeates the air of the houseboat, clings to the fabric of the sleeping bag, penetrates the senses of the man. In that mysterious firing of millions of synapses the scent becomes one with a memory and that memory becomes as real as the odor in his nostrils. It is not the tranquility here that he has come for. It is this memory that ties him to this place, that bring him back–infrequently but inevitably–to these surroundings, to him. He closes his eyes and allows the memory to absorb him. He thinks about the meat run and he smiles.</p>
<p>There are a few perfect moments in every person’s life. The astute man, even in childhood, recognizes and captures these moments in mental snapshots to mount in the scrapbook of his imagination. These memories then become the things that sustain him when the world becomes too harsh. In the face of criticism and self-doubt he retreats, if he has the presence of mind to do so, to his album to find a part of himself he can admire. Preserved there are the game-winning shot, the big promotion, the birth of his child, some selfless act. Unlike photographs of paper and chemical that fade and yellow and report with brutal accuracy only what the unfeeling camera saw, these images grow sharper and larger with time and contain not just an image but an event. When they are plucked from the album they arouse the senses and replay the emotions that were a part of that event.</p>
<p>He is forty years old now and in all his memories he can find only one perfect moment snapshot that shows the two of them, his father and him, together. This disturbs but does not surprise him. For a memory to qualify as a perfect moment snapshot the owner of the remembrance must be in the foreground and shown in the best possible light. It has never been the practice of his father to stand in the background and even when he does he casts an enormous shadow. Still, he has that one picture, and now he pulls it out once more as he lies in the protective warmth of his bunk; he pulls it out once more to admire and draw strength from it before exposing himself to the coolness in the next room.</p>
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<p>He was fifteen years old. By that time he had collected several snapshots. (Again there is the mysterious firing of synapses and a rush of images: the heavy feel of the “best defensive player” trophy from the eighth-grade basketball team, the echo of his name in the auditorium as he is declared winner of a state public speaking contest, his mother’s beaming face as he receives “Outstanding 4-H Boy” at the annual awards day.) He thinks: My mother was in nearly every photograph because to her everything I did was important and she shared vicariously the thrills of my triumphs, but my father was conspicuously absent. Perhaps he was aware–of course, he was aware–and he may have even acknowledged these accomplishments but I don’t remember that he did. I don’t remember that he did, and that makes it as though it did not happen. (This last he considers without anger, unaware of his own bitterness.) Thinks: That, again, is not surprising because, though we shared a house, my father and I lived separate lives and our paths converged only occasionally in a small houseboat deep in the Louisiana marshlands.</p>
<p>He made his first duck hunt with his father when he was eight years old, and every season thereafter until he left for college found him on any given non-school morning hunkered in the bottom of a two-and-a-half by five-foot iron tank with his twenty-gauge shotgun. “If duck hunting were a form of employment,” he once observed to his wife, “you could not pay enough to interest a man to rise before dawn, ride in an open boat through freezing wind, and sit in a cold metal tank surrounded by cold gray water for hours with drops of dew or rain dripping from his cap through his collar and running down his back, sitting in hopes of shooting a two-pound bird he would than have to pluck and singe and gut. But sportsmen are a strange lot and I’ll confess that at times I enjoyed it. Never, though, with the passion of my father.”</p>
<p>His father is (was, and ever shall be–even on that terrible unimaginable future day when he surrenders to the “enough”) a Duck Hunter. He once sought to explain this appellation to his wife:</p>
<p>Even though he has spent his entire adult life in the practice of law, and much of that time as a judge, I suspect his profession served primarily as a meant to support his true calling. Each summer near the middle of August preparations began for the two most important months of the year. Department stores divide November and December into Thanksgiving and Christmas; in our home these were better known as the first and second splits of the duck season. There were mudboats to repair, tank blinds to sink, runs to cut through the marsh, and decoys to patch. I participated in the autumn ritual not just because I was expected to do so but because it was a way to be with my father. I remember as a young boy telling my mother–I was crying at the time, I remember that–“He never does anything with me,” and she defended him by saying, “He takes you hunting,” and I said, “That’s because <em>he</em> wants to go.”</p>
<p>Lying there in his bunk with the smell of gumbo in his nostrils and gripped by his desire to recapture something so precious, so distant and unattainable, synapses exploding, he remembers. If he were to tell it (for he never has told it–not quite, not completely) this is what he would say, because this is what he has come to believe really happened that day:</p>
<p>I was fifteen years old. Dad and I had gone to the marsh, just the two of us, to get in one last late-season hunt. We arrived in the late afternoon, unloaded the supplies from the big boat, and began putting away the groceries. As we finished and I moved to stow our hunting gear, I noticed Dad double-checking the refrigerator and the empty paper sacks. He did not swear–I never recall hearing his swear until I was well into adulthood–but the frustration in his voice was obvious when he said, “We forgot the steaks.”</p>
<p>I was silently thankful that he was the one who had packed the food. He would not, of course, admit that it was his error–admission of a mistake was another thing I cannot recall escaping his lips, ever–but the fact that he had prepared the ice chest left him with no opportunity to upbraid me. We would return to town after the morning hunt, so tonight’s supper was the only meal we had planned. We had onions, rice, flour, and seasonings and nothing that could be substituted for a main course. For the uninitiated this may seem a rather small thing and one might think that a bowl of rice, a slice of bread, and a glass of milk is all a person really needs to survive one night in the wild. But any real hunter knows that the camp meal is just as important as the morning shooting, and a camp meal is nothing without meat for the pot.</p>
<p>Dad stepped onto the porch of the houseboat, studied the reddening western sky, and said, “We’d better make a meat run.”</p>
<p>We pulled on our rubber chest waders, picked up our guns, and walked out to the mudboat shack. I hesitated a moment, not sure just what was expected of me, then Dad said, “I’ll drive, you shoot,” and I took my place in front of the engine. As Dad cranked the old Onan motor and headed us out of the bayou into the marsh I fully realized the nature of our expedition. The sun would be setting within the next half-hour; there was no time to drive out to one of the blinds to try for some legitimate shooting. Instead, we would take a more direct and desperate approach.</p>
<p>My job was to sit, gun ready, and to shoot any duck we might be lucky enough to jump within shotgun range as we raced down the trail. Even though our limited choice of assignments made me the shooter by default–Dad would never have trusted me to drive the boat–I felt good that he had enough confidence in me to at least allow me the chance to fail. I also felt a greater weight of responsibility than I could remember having up to that time. My stomach began to tie itself into tiny half-hitches.</p>
<p>A mudboat is long and narrow and flat-bottomed with a large air-cooled engine, generally about twenty-five horses, mounted in the center. It is designed to run in places with even a minimal amount of water and to chew through the soupy mixture of mud and water lilies and hyacinths that often chokes the runs where the boat must travel. The driver stands behind the engine and steers with a joystick linked to a small rudder; forward turns left, backward turns right. There is no reverse and there are no brakes.</p>
<p>The runs that cut through the low sawgrass plains and floating turf of coastal Louisiana form a maze of narrow trails that only a trained eye can follow. The flat, redundant water-prairie can confuse and mystify even in daytime, but at five-thirty in the morning when the only light is a glint of moonbeam off the water ahead even a veteran hunter can get lost in a moment of carelessness. Some leaseholders place sticks or flags at certain intersections to mark the way to their blinds, and misreading a signpost can mean finding yourself far from where you thought you were, and a lot of wasted time.</p>
<p>A mudboat ride through the marsh is, for the passenger, an exercise in child-like faith. The trail twists and turns, and only a short stretch of the run ahead is visible at any point, so the driver must know the run well and anticipate the turns as the boat flies through the grass or he will wind up beached on the mud bank. The passenger sits directly in front of the roaring, clattering engine, head ducked into the collar of his hunting coat, cap pulled low to block the freezing wind, and entrusts his safe arrival completely to the control of the driver. Sometimes it helps to close your eyes.</p>
<p>On the evening of the meat run there was no closing of eyes, no hiding from the wind. I had to be ready to shoot at any moment.</p>
<p>My father raised us with a healthy respect for the law, and particularly game laws. We didn’t hunt without a license and a duck stamp. When we had our limit we stopped shooting, even when the ducks tempted us by lighting among the decoys on the pond. And shooting from a moving boat for sport would have been unthinkable. But any good judge will tell you that reason should govern the application of the law, and no meat for the pot on a cold winter night surely constitutes extenuating circumstances. I suspect that part of the justification in Dad’s mind for this breach of good citizenship was that re really didn’t expect to eat duck for supper. He knew that the chances of flushing a bird close enough to the boat to shoot at were fairly slim, and ducks’ odds were greatly improved by the fact that the shooter was his fifteen-year-old son.</p>
<p>Five minutes down the trail we jumped our first duck. When a duck flushes, it generally flies straight up. The most common mistake is to shoot directly at the duck and thus shoot under it. You must shoot over it’s head so  the rising bird and the flying steel pellets arrive at the same spot at the same time. There is, of course, no time to think about this when the opportunity arises; it must be automatic. In an instant the gun went to my shoulder, I squeezed the trigger, the bird fell.</p>
<p>Dad stopped the boat. I picked up the pushpole and backed us down the trail, then climbed out and collected my prize, holding up the fat mallard hen for Dad to admire. “Good shot,” he said, with a note of surprise in his voice. I was as surprised as he was but said nothing, just smiled and got in the boat.</p>
<p>Three minutes later the scene was repeated. A duck jumped. I shot, it fell. This time Dad got out to retrieve the bird. He said, “You’re becoming a regular Deadeye Dick, aren’t you?” and this time I actually heard pride and respect in his voice. We had all we needed, Dad and I, at that moment. I was a real hunter. For the first and only time in my life I felt that we had connected. He could be proud of me because I had truly entered his world and become a successful part of it. It would be this fleeting extension of respect that I would cling to in the years that followed, a memory I could retreat to that closed the gap that always existed between us. It was this signpost that helped me return so many times, that brought me back to the marsh to attempt in a vague way to recapture the admiration I had once seen in his eyes. We turned the boat and started back to camp.</p>
<p>Dad said that he would clean the ducks but I said no, I would clean the ducks while he cooked the roux, and that night we ate the best gumbo in the world. Two shots, two fat mallard hens, and there was meat for the pot because I had put it there. It was perfect.</p>
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<p>The smell of frying bacon displaces the gumbo and the memory. He hears the front door slam as the old man returns from the front deck of the houseboat, then the bare bulb in the ceiling flashes on, blinding him. “It’s clear and still,” says his father. “They’ll move early this morning.” He savors one last moment in the warmth of his down-filled cocoon, then climbs out of bed.</p>
<p>They eat mostly in silence, as they always have. After all the years, there is much to say but they have not yet found common ground to meet on, they have not yet learned how to approach each other in a manner unguarded, vulnerable, accessible. The son talks a little about his job as a social worker at the state hospital where he guides troubled families toward services that will help them improve the quality of their lives. He believes he is making a difference, if only a small one, trying to help hopeless people find pinpoints of light in their dark worlds. His father asks if he’s had a raise lately.</p>
<p>He does not hear the concern that is in the old man’s voice, only judgment, because that is the only reference point he has ever known for his father. Anger rises in him, the anger he vowed to leave behind on this trip to the marsh.</p>
<p>When I am at home with my wife and children, when I am at work counseling people who look to me for solutions to their problems, when I am with friends on the gold course, I am a grown man. But when I am with my father I am always an incompetent child, both in his eyes and my own. I hate the way I feel about myself when I am with him, because I will never again stand with him as an equal in his world, will never again experience the benediction he offered only once on that long-ago late December evening. The standards have changed now; the expectations have grown with every passing year. I will never make enough money, will never have enough power, will never move the world sufficiently to be successful in his eyes. Once, all I had to be was a good duck hunter. To earn his respect now I must show him all the outward trappings of his idea of success. But I am forty years old and it is too late; the life I’ve chosen will not, can not, show him these things. I will never be a man when I am with him.</p>
<p>After breakfast the son collects the dishes and stacks them by the sink. “You’ll need to heat some water,” says his father. Later, as he pours the hot water over the dishes, his father says, “Save some of that to rinse them in.”</p>
<p>“Maybe one of these days I’ll be able to wash dishes all by myself.” The sarcasm in his voice surprises even himself and he tries to dull its edge with a weak laugh, but his father doesn’t smile. He braces himself for a reproach but the old man says nothing. He just looks at his son for a long moment with an odd expression, as though the reply he has formed cannot find a voice. Then he turns and leaves the room.</p>
<p>After the dishes are put away the two of them dress in their heavy camouflage jackets and chest waders, collect their shotguns and shells, and walk out the mudboat shack. A light frost coats the wooden platform that connects the houseboat to the low tin shed and the son walks gingerly, awkwardly, on the dark and uneven path. When they arrive at the boat he hesitates, once again unsure what is expected of him.</p>
<p>“Do you want me to drive?” he says, but he immediately feels foolish for asking.</p>
<p>“You don’t know the marsh,” says his father.</p>
<p>He is right. We are in his element, not mine. I am, at best a naïve tourist visiting his world.</p>
<p>He stows the shells and guns under the bow of the boat and takes his seat in front as his father pumps the rubber bulb on the gasoline line to prime the old engine. After they push out of the shed, the big motor roars to life and they surge forward down the dark water path.</p>
<p>The moving boat creates a biting, penetrating cold wind. His eyes water and he pulls his hunting cap low to protect his ears as he huddles on the low seat. Although the boat does not travel fast–probably no more than twelve miles an hour–the darkness, the narrowness of the run, the whipping sawgrass and bull tongue rushing by, all combine to give the sensation of great speed. They do not use a flashlight because the artificial light only blinds the driver; his father instead follows the silver ribbon of moonlight reflecting off the open water in the run.</p>
<p>As they rush down the trail, time and memories are compressed into one experience; this morning’s ride could be the same one he took when he was twelve or eighteen or twenty-six or thirty-five. Then comes the dawning awareness that today something is different, disturbing. His father is less confident as he navigates the difficult trail, hesitant at times, slowing the engine more often than in years past. They miss a turn and have to push the boat backwards to head it in the proper direction.</p>
<p>When they finally arrive at the blind they carefully cover the mudboat with cut roseau cane to hide it from the sharp eyes of wary late-season ducks, then clamber into the sunken steel tank. The son begins to make excuses before he needs them. “It’s been a long time since I’ve shot,” he says as he slips three shells into the magazine of the Remington twenty-gauge, the same shotgun his father gave him for his fourteenth birthday. He smiles good-naturedly as he says this, but silently curses himself for feeling the need to account in advance for his inadequacies.</p>
<p>The day is clear and cold and still and there are few ducks flying, but eventually two pintail drakes spot the decoys from somewhere in the stratosphere, break their flight, and drop from the sky. They come in straight over the pond, wings cupped, white breasts shining, preparing to light. They look huge. The old man waits for his son, who rises a little too early and shoots three times. Only then does the father raise his gun. He drops the first bird, then swings on the second as it retreats. It has reached the far edge of the pond by now, apparently out of range, but when he shoots the big bird folds its wings obediently and falls heavily into the water. Two shots, two ducks. Perfect. The younger man’s ears burn with shame.</p>
<p>The father says nothing, just smiles and winks. The son opens his mouth to congratulate him but instead finds himself stumbling through a story he doesn’t want to tell about when he was fifteen and do you remember that time when I was perfect, two-for-two, and you had forgotten the steaks but I got us meat for the pot?</p>
<p>The old man has killed a thousand ducks in his lifetime. He grins at the story and says I don’t doubt it, you used to be a pretty good shot back then, but you know you came up a little early on those pintails, and you can’t just shoot at both of them, you’ve got to pick out one, and it looked like you were shooting a little low.</p>
<p>The younger man starts to respond but, realizing it is pointless, he sinks onto the rough board seat and stares at a rust spot on the wall of the tank. He tries to remember, but it is different now:</p>
<p>I was fifteen years old and I shot two ducks and I am alone in the picture and that’s all there ever was to it. The moment was significant for me only; for him there was no deep spiritual connection, no turning point of newfound admiration for his son. For him it was another hunt. How could I have expected it to have been anything else? He had felt no desperate need to bridge a gap he didn’t know existed between himself and his child. If I had missed my shots that day, what then? Would anything have changed? I would have still been his son, a mystery to him in many ways because he did not know how to know me. But still his son. Perhaps all he required of me on that day–on any day–was that I try.</p>
<p>With this revelation comes a strange sense of release. For the first time he realizes that for twenty-five years he has thought that he must somehow recapture that day when he was perfect, must somehow find a way to earn a love that he thought he had seen only once in his father’s eyes.</p>
<p>But he has never asked that of me and I have required of him something that is beyond his power to give and in doing that I have unfairly condemned us both. He is a man, imperfect as I am. I have demanded from him validation that he could not express and I would not acknowledge. I am forty years old and it is time to put childhood fantasies and unrealistic expectations aside.</p>
<p>Shaking his head, the son says aloud to himself, “I don’t know how I missed it,” referring to his new understanding of the meaning of the meat run.</p>
<p>“It doesn’t matter,” responds the father.</p>
<p>He thinks I’m talking about the pintails, but to correct him would take too many words, too much effort.</p>
<p>When the son turns toward his father the old man looks away into the distance. “All of us–” he says, hesitantly, “–we all make mistakes.”</p>
<p>Perhaps he is thinking about this morning, in the kitchen. Perhaps he is more troubled by our relationship than I think. I am not sure what he means, but I want to believe that his words are an attempt at an apology, or at least an explanation.</p>
<p>As the son studies his father’s face in the brightening light, for the first time he actually looks old to him. He is sad that he doesn’t know him.</p>
<p>They return to camp with their two ducks. The father offers them to his son as he has always done, but this time the son says, no, you killed them, you keep them. They pack the boat, clean the camp, and prepare to leave. As he takes a last look around, the son thinks perhaps he will return next year. If he does, he will follow a different path back. He will come with different memories, and he will be the one to rise early to light the heaters and make the coffee.</p>
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<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 02:16:14 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Amanda Mueller</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[The Black and Gold. The Boys of the Dome. The UNDEFEATED New Orleans Saints. No matter your preferre]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p><a href="http://nolafemmes.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/saintssaintssaints1.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-514" src="http://nolafemmes.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/saintssaintssaints1.jpg?w=295" alt="" width="203" height="187" /></a>The Black and Gold. The Boys of the Dome. The UNDEFEATED New Orleans Saints. No matter your preferred reference, these are our boys, New Orleans &#8211; our older brothers and our sons fighting like warriors every week, making us proud, giving us hope &#8211; standing as a symbol of the resilience that has become synonymous with the people of New Orleans. Drew Brees is not kidding when he shouts, &#8220;WE ARE NEW ORLEANS!&#8221; as he pumps the  boys up, preparing them to give to us the gift of their best for those few hours on  the field each week. And although I may occasionally joke with my friends about wanting to practice having babies with Jeremy Shockey (a feat impossible as I can no longer have children, meaning there would need to be A LOT of practice) when out of ear shot of my wonderful husband (Love you, Honey!) this deep love for the New Orleans Saints &#8211;  the kind of love that comes from the tip of your toes and leaves you with butterflies in your tummy and every time you look at the object of your affection you cannot help but smile your biggest smile &#8211; represents so much more. What they represent is different for each of us, they truly being an extension of our identity here in New Orleans.</p>
<p>The Saints remind me of that innocent enthusiasm we had as children, impatiently waiting for the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, Great Pumpkin and Santa Claus. As game time approaches, my friends and I become a choir of &#8220;Who Dats!&#8221; and &#8220;Let&#8217;s go boys!&#8221; while posting anthems found on you-tube: we are an electronic tailgate. For a few hours we get back that excitement we held as children, the same one that leaves us as we grow into adults forced into the real world of responsibility. We create silly slogans mocking the team we are facing that week, talk a little bit of trash with our friends who favor other teams (especially those damn Viking fans!) and counting down until we see Drew Brees and Boys huddled up, screaming, declaring that they are us. And we are them.</p>
<p>I come from Wisconsin, a state where fans recently burnt Brett Favre jerseys when it was announced he was going to be playing for the Minnesota Vikings. Packer fans love their football and are loyal to a fault, but they aren&#8217;t Saints fans.</p>
<p>There ain&#8217;t any fan like a Saint fan.</p>
<p>My love for our New Orleans Saints stems far deeper than the pride I feel being apart of this wonderful city and the people who have now become my family. The New Orleans Saints are my prozac.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s been a year mixed with heartaches, loss and blessings at  Casa de Mueller. My father, bless him, passed away in May, joining my mother to whichever drive-in up in the sky they could agree to. My father had lived a long life, full of adventure and stories &#8211; but I really wasn&#8217;t prepared for how his death would affect me, particularly since it marked celebrating my thirty-third birthday without parents. I felt like an orphan, alone, and not in the cool Oliver Twist sort of way, causing a whole year of firsts without them.  As pre-season began, the road to sadness was particularly dark. It was those pre-season games, those interviews with Brees and the boys, that gave me something to look forward to &#8211; even if just for a few hours of the week. I had withdrawn from everything else but our boys.</p>
<p>As the season progressed, I withdrew a little less, began my &#8216;Who Dat!&#8217; chat, and connected with a lot of really wonderful people over a team that represents hard work, skill, talent and determination. A team that represents strength. A team that represents each of us here, struggling to find our balance, needing just a little bit of distraction to help us appreciate what we have instead of what has been lost. As our boys sit 10 -0, I feel like I owe them thousands in therapy and a thank you for giving me that glint back into my eye.</p>
<p>To some, this may sound silly, using a football team to get me out of a dark period of my life.</p>
<p>You know what,though?</p>
<p>This isn&#8217;t any ordinary football team, baby. This is the Saints.</p>
<p>This ain&#8217;t no ordinary city. This is New Orleans.</p>
<p>This isn&#8217;t just a game. It is apart of who we are.</p>
<p>As the holidays approach, I tip my Saints Santa hat to the boys in the Black and Gold, in appreciation for the togetherness, the glue that helps us stand call and shout:</p>
<p><strong>WE ARE THE NEW ORLEANS SAINTS.</strong></p>
<p>Bless you boys, the happiest of holidays &#8212; Jeremy, call me.</p>
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<link>http://madrizen.wordpress.com/2009/11/28/fereastra/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 17:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Zenu</dc:creator>
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<title><![CDATA[Revel, Wonder &amp; The Intrepid Vision Of Houma Mardi Gras in Louisiana - Feature]]></title>
<link>http://sirktv.wordpress.com/2009/11/28/mg-09-houma-feat/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 04:30:19 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>insidereel</dc:creator>
<guid>http://sirktv.wordpress.com/2009/11/28/mg-09-houma-feat/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Revelry and the spirit of Mardi Gras has always been the essence of Louisiana and, to a strong cutur]]></description>
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<link>http://neonsignsofhappiness.wordpress.com/2009/11/27/grandpa-sells-foam/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 12:49:46 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator>
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<p style="text-align:center;">Pictures from Louisiana, taken by C</p>
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<link>http://multiculturalcookingnetwork.wordpress.com/2009/11/27/dinner-and-movie-the-princess-and-the-frog/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 08:14:49 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>multiculturalcookingnetwork</dc:creator>
<guid>http://multiculturalcookingnetwork.wordpress.com/2009/11/27/dinner-and-movie-the-princess-and-the-frog/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[The Dinner:  The story of The Princess and the Frog takes you to New Orleans where beignets, Po]]></description>
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<p><strong>The Movie: </strong>The Princess and the Frog</p>
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<p><em>The Princess and the Frog</em> hit s theaters nationwide on December 11th.  It is a long-awaited return to classic animation  and Disney&#8217;s first <strong>African-American</strong> animated princess.  The story centers around Tiana, a working class woman from <strong>New Orleans</strong> with hopes of opening her own restaurant.  The Disney films drives home the point of having a good work ethic. </p>
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<p>Tiana is voiced by Tony award winner Anika Noni Rose, more widely recognized as one of the Dreamgirls from the movie<em> Dreamgirls</em>.  Who is the dashing Prince turned frog?  <strong>Brazilian</strong> actor Bruno Campos (Nip/Tuck, Jesse) plays Prince Naveen of Maldonia.  The prince consumes the fruits of life without knowing what it is to labor for it until he meets Tiana.  Other celebrities voicing characters in the film include Oprah Winfrey and Terrence Howard.</p>
<p>Among the highlights of the film is the music and the characters.  There are catchy tunes sprinkled throughout the film.   The characters resonate to a point in which you know they will become a common to everyone as Pinocchio or Simba.  When a dialogue is written well and acted superbly it amounts to a winning combination.</p>
<p>Also this film is a treat to foodies because it not only showcases New Orleans food;moreover, it drives the point of how preparing food can be a loving act.</p>
<p>Visit the <a href="http://Multiculturalcooking.net">http://Multiculturalcooking.net</a> at the Spotlight recipe section to learn about the Princess Tiana Cookbook:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.multiculturalcooking.net/en2/news/spotlight-recipes">http://www.multiculturalcooking.net/en2/news/spotlight-recipes</a></p>
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<link>http://insidereel.wordpress.com/2009/11/27/mg-09-houma-feat/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 06:38:13 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>insidereel</dc:creator>
<guid>http://insidereel.wordpress.com/2009/11/27/mg-09-houma-feat/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Revelry and the spirit of Mardi Gras has always been the essence of Louisiana and, to a strong cutur]]></description>
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<p>Revelry and the spirit of <a href="http://www.houmatourism.com/Attractions/MardiGras/tabid/68/Default.aspx">Mardi Gras</a> has always been the essence of Louisiana and, to a strong cutural point, New Orleans. However it is the surrounding parishes leading out to edge of the Gulf that give a more community structured, down home feel where the neighbors are your friends and the crawfish melt in your mouth like butter.</p>
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<p><a href="http://www.houmatourism.com/">Houma</a> swirls its web of culinary richness and bead-ensuing frivolity with an essence of hard work that imbues the town. Inherently a fishing community which has taken the brunt of nature&#8217;s wrath from hurricanes over the years, Houma is remarkably resolute and filled with the kind of indomnitable spirit that entwines itself into every corner of life.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.houmatourism.com/Attractions/MardiGras/tabid/68/Default.aspx">Mardi Gras</a> is inherently a party to be sure but the key in any of its various forms across the Lousiana swath, the key is fun without losing the marbles totally. The base of the endeavor comparatively is one of community structure and pride.</p>
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<p>Entering into the warehouse of the Houma Mardi Gras Parade, the sense of how seriously the experience personifies itself is seen in the details on the floats whether it revels in the chicanery of pirates or the outer space fantasy of &#8220;Star Wars&#8221;.</p>
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<p>The staggering amount of beads, marked by those special high-end hand-made medallions that cause attendees to try whatever they can to attain them including regularly losing their minds, is a natural state of play.</p>
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<p>The night rage begins in earnest as the lights start the train ablaze near the outlay of the Barrow Street Bridge. As the anticipation builds to crescendo, the cross generational appeal of the proceedings reaches its pinnacle.</p>
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<p>The dance party takes shape outside the Starhouse Tavern where the DJ pumps the music loud as the rum swirls the light. The rhythm of the night permeates in the vibe highlighted by a general sense of fun where all come to enjoy, although some get more crazy than others.</p>
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<p>The lights go dark as the beads start flying. The glowing visions of reds and blue balanced by florid costumes wrapped in winding streaks of light sticks keep the volley in tune. Screams of delight reverberate into the night as the streets swell with people.</p>
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<p>The second parade of midday offers the possibility of the community to experience the frivolity in a different light but also allow those who might not have been able to make it because of family comittments or work to enjoy the revel.</p>
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<p>The streets are packed six deep as coolers keep the fresh cold as the dancing on the floats reaches fever pitch.</p>
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<p>The inherent vision of the local elders in full funk mode shows where the cool comes from, the masks swirling in knowledge.</p>
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<p>Above on the terrace, the shots continue in whiskey as the swaying continues in earnest while below the delight of many intensifies in the funk of the moment as dragons fly by in motley lurid colors.</p>
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<p>The wonder of Mardi Gras lies in its ability to turn any day into a massive street party where the worries disappear and the wonder reverberates in tandem.</p>
<p>Eating with gusto also starts the party right and the mobility and inception that motivates the want lies in the stomach of the beholder.</p>
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<p><a href="http://www.bntcajuncookin.com/">Boudreau &#38; Thibodeau</a> gets to the point for dinner. As the Abita Beer flows smoothly, an avalanche of crawfish waterfalls on the table. The little critters take work but once the aseembly line begins moving and the dipping commences, the vat of sides take precedence. The boiling pot brims with corn-on-the-cob and thick sausages that are imbibed with a dexterious flavor making it hard ro resist. The cheese steak surrounding by fried cheese simply serves to accelerate the proceedings.</p>
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<p><a href="http://www.cafedominique.com/">Cafe Dominique</a>, by comparison, functions with the personality of an ultra lounge in terms of ambiance but with a Lousiana flair reflecting its preciseness with an admirable balance that reflects in a smooth and cool experience. The grilled shrimp sparked with a tangy quality that was both filling and exceptional while an after dinner drink infusing cherry liquor and chocolate balanced with a cream custard dessert bathed in a thought of abstract art allowing for a tinge of irony.</p>
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<p>Lunch requires a home spun vision that is brought in spades at A-Bear where the Shrimp Platter swirls in taste and hearty countenance topped with their signature crab sauce that hits the taste buds through the roof while the shrimp gumbo gave the hotness a run for its money.</p>
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<p>The life that defines the bayou and the parish is the culture that permeates it bordered by the fury of nature, the vision of man and the beauty of time.</p>
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<p>Beyond the energy of the party lies the basis of these truths which can be balanced between the necessary expression of art and the mystery of the bayou mixed with music.</p>
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<p>Located in the midst of the Bayou Perit Caillou leading out to the Gulf lies the Chauvin Sculpture Garden swirling in mythology and creativity. Artist Kenny Hill, who has since passed,  saw a world populated by angels eternally mixing the balance between heaven and hell. Despite its very basic metaphorical core, some of the images he conjures defy expectations.</p>
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<p>Take, for example, the lighthouse vision of a man being carried to heaven sullied as the charred remains of former humans march to some unheard drum, forever stuck in time. The meaning is different for all but allows for reflection especially in the perception of this oft-hit geography where the superstition of ages still permeates.</p>
<p>Hidden off beyond the normal confines of regular art galleries, this labor of love reflects a man&#8217;s vision, not for money or riches, but simply for an ideal, whatever its focus might be.</p>
<p>On the reflective end of this perpective, journeying back into the swamp away from the confines of urban sprawl in the city allows for local culture to spring forth.</p>
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<p>Embarking with Ron Guidry on his <a href="http://www.cajunman.com/">Cajun Man Swamp Cruise</a>, the history and music of area are balanced with a dominating sense of the now as the machinery of decades past pump the oil from underneath this vast swath of land beneath Louisiana backcountry. It is a visceral treasure trove simply hard to get to and even more environmentally challenging to pull off.</p>
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<p>The alligators watch warily, sunning themselves in perpetuity as the barges drift path in slow ballet, the mighty cypresses towering over the proceedings as the voice of  Ron in his low drawl posterizes over the lives of time past.</p>
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<p><a href="http://www.houmatourism.com/">Houma</a> is place of diversive colors. The annual permeation of Mardi Gras is one of cheer and celebration as the community celebrates its individuality while perpetrating the artistic and philanthropic nature of its citizens.</p>
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<p>Surrounding this with the essence of Down Home Louisiana cooking prepared in fusion or simply feastlike in style makes the journey that much more satisfying while unique visions like the otherworldy sculpture garden and the epic sprawl of the swamp mecca give a perspective that we are only passengers in this world.</p>
<p>Revel be praised for thou art eternal.</p>
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<link>http://texan2driver.wordpress.com/2009/11/27/the-national-nightmare/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 05:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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<p><span style="color:#dc143c;"><em>God Bless</em></span></p>
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<a href="http://www.gopusa.com/commentary/dlimbaugh/2009/dl_1124p.shtml">http://www.gopusa.com/commentary/dlimbaugh/2009/dl_1124p.shtml</a></p>
<h2>A National Nightmare, Indeed</h2>
<p>By David Limbaugh<br />
November 24, 2009</p>
<p>In a Democratic fundraising speech in Iowa over the weekend, Vice President Joe Biden told party loyalists that opponents of the Obama administration&#8217;s agenda &#8220;should be worried about us, for we are their worst nightmare.&#8221; Duh.</p>
<p>Finally we can agree on something, Joe. Even the liberal New York Times reports that at the current level of federal spending, the annual interest on the national debt will exceed $700 billion by 2019 &#8212; compared with $202 billion this year. Some forecasters predict it will be much higher. <span style="font-size:120%;font-weight:bold;">This additional half-trillion dollars a year in interest is more than our current combined expenditures on education, energy, homeland security and the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:110%;font-weight:bold;color:red;">Oh, and the Times isn&#8217;t even factoring in the cap-and-trade nightmare you and Barack have in store for us, Joe</span> &#8212; you know, that urgent legislation to catapult the nation back into Third World status based on hysteria generated by fraudulent science and corrupt zealots and politicians.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:110%;font-weight:bold;color:red;">Nor is the Times including in its calculations the additional debt that would result from Obamacare.</span></p>
<p>Joe, when The New York Times is sounding the warnings over the exploding national debt, you and Barack insist not only on not reversing your disastrous course but also on making it worse. <span style="font-size:130%;font-weight:bold;">How can reasonable people assume anything other than that you are trying to run this nation into the ground financially?</span></p>
<p>Don&#8217;t dare keep telling us your hyper-ambitious spending is a necessary evil required to deliver us from a financial crisis you inherited. <span style="font-size:110%;font-weight:bold;">Whatever crisis we face is debt-related, purely and simply. Everything else is manageable.</span> <span style="font-size:130%;font-weight:bold;">Yet you all are deliberately increasing our indebtedness as far as the eye can see, without the slightest pretense of scaling back in this millennium. In fact, you are laboring to establish further entitlements and institutional changes that would generate exponential burdens on our debt and would be enormously difficult for any responsible and financially sane successor to undo, much less reverse.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:120%;font-weight:bold;">Adding insult to injury, you are spending this money not to improve (&#8220;stimulate&#8221;) the economy</span> &#8212; which even the most politically and economically illiterate should now realize &#8212; <span style="font-size:120%;font-weight:bold;color:red;">but to restructure American society, dismantle our free enterprise system and impose in its place a command-control economy and political system &#8212; in which life&#8217;s decisions, including over our private health care, are dictated from Washington.</span></p>
<p>But while you and Barack are hoisting your wrecking ball, could you please spare us the pseudo-sanctimony and transparent populism in telling us that it will take &#8220;grit and determination&#8221; to outlast the &#8220;special interests&#8221; on Wall Street and the insurance industry to pass your destructive agenda?</p>
<p>You both know better. <span style="font-size:110%;font-weight:bold;">When you have to bribe Sen. Mary Landrieu, D-La., with a larcenous $300 million addition to your Senate bill</span> (I know, you&#8217;re pretending it&#8217;s just Harry Reid&#8217;s bill) <span style="font-size:110%;font-weight:bold;">that&#8217;s specifically earmarked just for her state</span> &#8212; <span style="font-size:110%;font-weight:bold;color:red;">at the expense of the rest of the states and the national interest</span> &#8212; something smells to high heaven. <span style="font-size:120%;font-weight:bold;">You could at least have the decency to admit this provision to raise the bill&#8217;s cost by increasing Medicaid subsidies for &#8220;certain states recovering from a major disaster&#8221; is not even motivated to help Louisiana, but to buy Landrieu&#8217;s vote.</span> <span style="font-size:120%;font-weight:bold;color:darkred;">And you want to talk to us, Joe, about the corruption of special interests?</span></p>
<p>Special interests, Joe? Is that how you describe 56 percent of the American people, who now oppose Obama&#8217;s plan? And that&#8217;s without even knowing the half of it. Or maybe you would describe them as dangerous protesters or domestic terrorists?</p>
<p>But, Joe, I do applaud you for your candor in telling your fawning supporters, &#8220;I can tell you with absolute certainty: (Barack&#8217;s) resolve has never waivered for one instant.&#8221;</p>
<p>Bull&#8217;s-eye, Joe. <span style="font-size:110%;font-weight:bold;">You and Barack believe you know better than the American people what is good for them, and you only care what they think to the extent that it makes your job more difficult when they oppose you.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:110%;font-weight:bold;">But if you told the truth about your plan</span> &#8212; <span style="font-size:110%;font-weight:bold;color:darkred;">that it would cost dramatically more than you pretend (especially considering that the benefits wouldn&#8217;t begin to be paid until 2014 and that taxes would increase almost immediately); that the public option would subsume private care; that the federal government would ration care; that medical choice would be drastically reduced; that you are still trying to secure federal funding for abortion; that you intend to cover currently illegal immigrants; that after all your hype about promoting this bill to achieve universal coverage, millions would remain uninsured and penalized, to boot; that medical quality would be seriously reduced; and that overall costs would increase</span> &#8212; your support for the bill would be in the single digits.</p>
<p>So keep chanting it, Joe; you are indeed a national nightmare.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size:90%;font-style:italic;">David Limbaugh is a writer, author and attorney. His book &#8220;Bankrupt: The Intellectual and Moral Bankruptcy of Today&#8217;s Democratic Party&#8221; was released recently in paperback. To find out more about David Limbaugh, please visit his Web site at www.DavidLimbaugh.com.</span></p>
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<link>http://gonetoswantravel.wordpress.com/2009/11/26/thanksgiving-new-orleans-style/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 13:35:21 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[I remember my first time celebrating Thanksgiving in the US. I was going to a wedding of my good fri]]></description>
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<link>http://neonsignsofhappiness.wordpress.com/2009/11/26/the-world-is-yours/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 10:03:42 +0000</pubDate>
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<p style="text-align:center;">One of the many installations at Louisiana by Simon Evans, his things were totally weird, but I loved them! My head hurts by that&#8217;s not gonna stop todays schedule! First birthday reception for Birger Christensen and afterwards I&#8217;m going to the opening of the new Cheap Monday shop here in Copenhagen!</p>
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<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 07:26:32 +0000</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[A Thanks-Giving]]></title>
<link>http://clarelmartin.wordpress.com/2009/11/25/a-thanks-giving/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 01:26:07 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[I am thankful, my Creator, for the gift of grace and love, for the peace in my life, for those aroun]]></description>
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