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I'm not all the way hip on the latest web lingo. This is where I think I'll vent on the world. This is my personal site, so if you are easily offended or faint at heart, this might not be the place for you. This page is for anyone curious enough to dare put up with me. I will probably not be sorry for anything I say. I warned you. This is my personal site and if you're looking for hairdos, please press the back button now or Press the Hair Link now.

December 14, 2006

I'm not really in the Christmas spirit this year at all. There are no little kids in my family. I wish I could fast forward to January. That is one of those things, Christmas, that causes controversy. You can't say this or you can't say that or someone will be offended. Big deal!

I have to share a story. A friend of mine works at a Hair Masters hair salon. A client called the corporate office because she was offended because the salon displayed an American Flag to support the troops. So the Hair Master's corporate office made them take it down. Why? Apparently, this client did not feel like she should have the salon's political views forced on her. They took it down. Well, let me tell you something. It is one thing to be of different faiths and have different beliefs, but to be in the United States of America and taking advantage of the wonderful way of life here and to disrespect a soldier . . . . that is shameful! You can drive to work every day, not worry about having someone blowing you up and you can have no appreciation for that? If this is you, do not ever think I would kiss your sorry ass and take down my flag. Now, I am going to put one up. You will have to shoot me to get me to take it down. Don't come around me and ever expect me to be anti-American. It bothers me so much that so many people allow such behavior like that. It was my belief, or so I thought, that we have freedom of religion and freedom of speech in this country, so I will continue to say Merry Christmas or Happy Hanukkah . I'll hang a flag. Another thing, do not dare to come into my salon and lay down your stupid little mat and begin to pray just so you can sue me if I don't like it. That will not work around me. I would gladly go to jail after you call the cops because I might use force to get you out of my sight. I am sickened with Hair Master's decision to take down the flag. I don't care what clients I loose over my attitude. What is more important to me are my friends who would give their life for your unappreciative pathetic self. Maybe you don't like war. OK, who does? I don't, but I don't hate the American Flag and I think soldiers are the most important people we have in this country, because without them, we wouldn't have it so good. And if you don't believe your life is all that great because you had to look at an American Flag . . . . just think about that! Why are you here??? I'm so mad I can't stand it. Try living in Iraq. Go ahead. Just move there if life here is sooo bad. I don't care what you do, but I, for one, love it here. I'm blessed to be born here. Don't tell me what to do. I have all the respect in the world for soldiers. They would kill and die for you. If you think I'm insane, then good.

November 28, 2006

Wow, that was pretty exciting. I was almost caught in a snow blizzard. It was seriously blizzarding for a moment there in Kent. 6 inches in an hour and a half. I went to visit my son and it was all clear in dry. I came outside an hour later to find 4 inches of snow on the ground and it was pouring down thick white powder with a furry. I was driving 5 mph and my car slid 5 feet sideways. Almost every car around was at a stand still and there were piles of cars and busses all ran into each other all bunched up everywhere. When I first headed down the street, I slid across the street and hit a curb. The snow on my car was 4 to five inches. When I got a box out of my trunk to wipe it off, by the time I was done, my front window was completely covered again in less than 30 seconds. As I got in my car, snow was flying down so fast it made me all cold and snowy wet inside my car and both side mirrors were packed with snow all the way to the window. I rolled down my window and a pile of snow was half way up, just stayed there stacked tall and I had to punch it out but it got all over inside my car no matter what anyway. I got in and all my windows were all piles with snow again. Only the front I could see with the wiper blades on. It was mad! I should have just stayed at the jail. When I tried to follow the car in front of me, I tried to roll in their tracks but it was snowing so hard that by the time two four seconds arrived, the tracks were covered again by the time I rolled on them. There was thunder. It was dark and cold. The streetlights illuminated the flurries from above. It was surreal. Headlights peered off the pure white covering everywhere. You could not tell where the road was barely. The tilted and stranded Metro Bus among all the tangled cars and lost people running around out of their cars, I don't know why. I tried to go this way. THen I tried to go that way. No one was really going anywhere. We were paralyzed there in the blizzard. I should not have attempted to go as many people just opted to stay put. That is when my car started sliding sideways. I eventually , slowly and carefully maneuvered my way out and turned back and went a different way. I got on my cell phone and all my friends helped me navigate out telling me how their towns and roads were and the best way to go was. Leanne looked at the DOT web site for me. Anyway, just thought I'd write about my grand adventure. Yippee, but OK, I'm making deviled eggs now.