Happy anniversary, Mary Ellan and Mike! I wish I had known while you were here - the opportunities for toasting were numerous.
By the way - a funny time with our internet service yesterday so I had to give up on the blog, but I had one more Emma's first communion thing to note: After she drank the wine, she was so excited that she exclaimed as soon as she swallowed, " I didn't make a face when I tasted the wine!"
I have three who want in on the chandelier drawing. Please let me know soon (and I will try to get a picture to Molly soon to put on the blog for you).
This morning I told the girls all about April 1st and April Fools Day. They loved the idea and Emma hid Mary's toothbrush, they did little pranks all morning, but the totally did not get the idea that snow today was an April Fools prank from nature. That was way too much to comprehend.
When I worked in the nursing home there was a little woman named Grace who always had a smile on her face and she always used to steal her bedridden roommate's false teeth and wrap them up and stash them somewhere in their room. Every day was April Fool's Day to Grace.
Thanks for picking such an unflattering picture, Molly. That's a good birthday gift. I celebrating by going out to eat and seeing my friends this weekend. Then doing homework last night. I didn't tell my class because- I don't know why- I just didn't want to. (I think that means I'm getting old.) I'll continue the homework birthday celebration again tonight. Thank you for the well wishes!
Happy Birthday to the one who planned her party fun called Chuckee Cheese to reserve her own birthday party room ... she was only 8, and again she says, remember the date...9/13/08!
Happy Birthday Peanut! We talked to you yesterday and sang "Happy Birthday" to you over the phone. Hope you had a good birthday night. I have not been on the blob for a few days so I am wishing you happy birthday in writing today. The day before you were born we took Mom to the Sioux Falls Zoo and walked around quite a bit. That night about 10:30 you decided it was about time to make your appearance into this world so we dropped Grace, Molly and Joe off at our friend's house and went to the hospital. We were there all night until you actually made your grand entrance. I remember very vividly right after you were born and the nurse handed you to me to carry you over to the scale and you were so beautiful and I said "She's just a little peanut". You looked cold on the scale and the nurses had to put you under a special heat lamp to warm you up. Mom couldn't wait to get you back and you were both happy when she did. Sometimes when you were little you used to call me "Pops". Happy Birthday Ellen. I love you, Dad
Grace, Molly and Joe, if you are reading this, I thought you were beautiful when you were born too.
Happy Anniversary Mike and Mary! Thanks again for the great treats and refreshments you brought home Sunday night. It was fun having you stay at our house.
This column was forwarded to my email by a friend. This is why McCain will win no matter how hard McSlimy and Billary try. I don't agree with all of it but many do.....
In election 2008, don't forget Angry White Man
There is a great amount of interest in this year's presidential elections, as everybody seems to recognize that our next president has to be a lot better than George Bush. The Democrats are riding high with two groundbreaking candidates — a woman and an African-American — while the conservative Republicans are in a quandary about their party's nod to a quasi-liberal maverick, John McCain.
Each candidate is carefully pandering to a smorgasbord of special-interest groups, ranging from gay, lesbian and transgender people to children of illegal immigrants to working mothers to evangelical Christians.
There is one group no one has recognized, and it is the group that will decide the election: the Angry White Man. The Angry White Man comes from all economic backgrounds, from dirt-poor to filthy rich. He represents all geographic areas in America, from urban sophisticate to rural redneck, deep South to mountain West, left Coast to Eastern Seaboard.
His common traits are that he isn't looking for anything from anyone — just the promise to be able to make his own way on a level playing field. In many cases, he is an independent businessman and employs several people. He pays more than his share of taxes and works hard.
The victimhood syndrome buzzwords — "disenfranchised," "marginalized" and "voiceless" — don't resonate with him. "Press 'one' for English" is a curse-word to him. He's used to picking up the tab, whether it's the company Christmas party, three sets of braces, three college educations or a beautiful wedding.
He believes the Constitution is to be interpreted literally, not as a "living document" open to the whims and vagaries of a panel of judges who have never worked an honest day in their lives.
The Angry White Man owns firearms, and he's willing to pick up a gun to defend his home and his country. He is willing to lay down his life to defend the freedom and safety of others, and the thought of killing someone who needs killing really doesn't bother him.
The Angry White Man is not a metrosexual, a homosexual or a victim. Nobody like him drowned in Hurricane Katrina — he got his people together and got the hell out, then went back in to rescue those too helpless and stupid to help themselves, often as a police officer, a National Guard soldier or a volunteer firefighter.
His last name and religion don't matter. His background might be Italian, English, Polish, German, Slavic, Irish, or Russian, and he might have Cherokee, Mexican, or Puerto Rican mixed in, but he considers himself a white American.
He's a man's man, the kind of guy who likes to play poker, watch football, hunt white-tailed deer, call turkeys, play golf, spend a few bucks at a strip club once in a blue moon, change his own oil and build things. He coaches baseball, soccer and football teams and doesn't ask for a penny. He's the kind of guy who can put an addition on his house with a couple of friends, drill an oil well, weld a new bumper for his truck, design a factory and publish books. He can fill a train with 100,000 tons of coal and get it to the power plant on time so that you keep the lights on and never know what it took to flip that light switch.
Women either love him or hate him, but they know he's a man, not a dishrag. If they're looking for someone to walk all over, they've got the wrong guy. He stands up straight, opens doors for women and says "Yes, sir" and "No, ma'am."
He might be a Republican and he might be a Democrat; he might be a Libertarian or a Green. He knows that his wife is more emotional than rational, and he guides the family in a rational manner.
He's not a racist, but he is annoyed and disappointed when people of certain backgrounds exhibit behavior that typifies the worst stereotypes of their race. He's willing to give everybody a fair chance if they work hard, play by the rules and learn English.
Most important, the Angry White Man is pissed off. When his job site becomes flooded with illegal workers who don't pay taxes and his wages drop like a stone, he gets righteously angry. When his job gets shipped overseas, and he has to speak to some incomprehensible idiot in India for tech support, he simmers. When Al Sharpton comes on TV, leading some rally for reparations for slavery or some such nonsense, he bites his tongue and he remembers. When a child gets charged with carrying a concealed weapon for mistakenly bringing a penknife to school, he takes note of who the local idiots are in education and law enforcement.
He also votes, and the Angry White Man loathes Hillary Clinton. Her voice reminds him of a shovel scraping a rock. He recoils at the mere sight of her on television. Her very image disgusts him, and he cannot fathom why anyone would want her as their leader. It's not that she is a woman. It's that she is who she is. It's the liberal victim groups she panders to, the "poor me" attitude that she represents, her inability to give a straight answer to an honest question, his tax dollars that she wants to give to people who refuse to do anything for themselves.
There are many millions of Angry White Men. Four million Angry White Men are members of the National Rifle Association, and all of them will vote against Hillary Clinton, just as the great majority of them voted for George Bush.
He hopes that she will be the Democratic nominee for president in 2008, and he will make sure that she gets beaten like a drum.
Gary Hubbell is a writer, photographer, location scout for films and photo shoots, and a ranch real estate broker. He writes a monthly column for the Aspen Times Weekly. He can be reached at www.writerphotographer.biz.
Tom, Tom, Tom...we used to call you TTT Terrible Tempered Tom. You must be an Angry White Man to put this filthy trash on our Family Blog. I beg of the Blogmaster to remove it...it's racist and so full of bull shio*** I can't stand it!
Mary, Mary, Mary - This column is only a snapshot of the political landscape as viewed by a large demographic. Sorry this makes you an angry white woman.
Like I said, I don't agree with all of it. But, it's what the democrats are up against.
I'll wager that behind closed doors Biden is angry. Angry that despite decades of service to his country and party, fighting for the party's agenda that he was dismissed out of hand because he wasn't a woman and he wasn't the right color. Being overlooked because of some abstract ideals of Hope, Change, and Judgment.
I'm sure he's think as a lot of us white males are....what a bunch of bologna. Give me someone who knows what's going on around here. Someone more like McCain and less like the other two.
"The Angry White Man owns firearms, and he's willing to pick up a gun to defend his home and his country."
Yeah, right. That part makes me laugh. The number of white men who would grab their rifle and report for duty in the event of invasion is not nearly enough to constitute a demographic.
It might be enough to field a soccer team.
The rest of the Angry White Men would be in a bunker somewhere with the rest of us while the ACTUAL "well-regulated militia" (in uniform) does the fighting.
Anything beyond that is Red Dawn and would have ended badly in real life.
Why would you? All she had to do was ride Bill's political coat tails into significance.
She is willing to shed tears though. I hope she doesn't do that when the Russians are telling her to get cease and desist with a missle defense system or else.
BTW - I like Hillary's excuse for the Bosnia lie - that she hadn't gotten enough sleep ....hmmm sounds like she actually isn't the one we want answering the phone at 3:00 AM...
Also - the "Angry White Man" sounds alot like the the "NASCAR Dad" from the last election which reminds me of my favorite quote from last election - Kerry saying (while at an actual NASCAR event) "Who among us does not love NASCAR?" Hiarious and one of the reasons why Kerry lost.
Well, the thing is, they ALL lie. I don't think you could win an election these days without lying. Some are just better than others, and smarter about it.
Well the biggest lie so far is McSlimy's. He claimed that his parents were at the Selma civil right march and became inspired to have a child....
"They looked at each other and they decided, 'We know that in the world, as it has been, it might not be possible for us to get together and have a child, but something is stirring across the country because of what happened in Selma, Ala., because some folks are willing to march across the bridge.' And so they got together and Barack Obama Jr. was born. So don't tell me I don't have a claim on Selma, Ala.!"
Obama was born in 1961 - the Selma march was four years later. Obama said later that he meant to credit the entire civil rights movement with his parents' union, not just the Bloody Sunday marchers.
Stupid. Did he not think someone would catch this?
If anyone has a picture of Mike Straub for the birthday blog (or any other pictures for other birthdays) please email them to me. mollyrose825@aol.com Thanks!
He was a great dog...as Joe said... "he did everything a dog is supposed to do"...plus stroll a cat around in a stroller...wear costumes for us, and wrestle with the cats..."protect" us from big dogs...and take leaps through the air!
Ellen Ellen is not a mellon
45 comments:
Happy Birthday Ellen! We love you!
Happy birthday, Peanut! Hope you had a nice birthday pizza. Did your class know it was your birthday?
That was me.
Cathy
Happy birthday, Ellen! What did you do?
Happy anniversary, Mary Ellan and Mike! I wish I had known while you were here - the opportunities for toasting were numerous.
By the way - a funny time with our internet service yesterday so I had to give up on the blog, but I had one more Emma's first communion thing to note: After she drank the wine, she was so excited that she exclaimed as soon as she swallowed, " I didn't make a face when I tasted the wine!"
I have three who want in on the chandelier drawing. Please let me know soon (and I will try to get a picture to Molly soon to put on the blog for you).
Cheers,
lisa
Happy Birthday to one of my favorite God daughters. I have mentored her well.
Monica
Snow on April 1st. What a cruel prank.
Monica
Dear Ellen,
Why are you celebrating Christmas on your birthday?
Sincerely,
P
This morning I told the girls all about April 1st and April Fools Day. They loved the idea and Emma hid Mary's toothbrush, they did little pranks all morning, but the totally did not get the idea that snow today was an April Fools prank from nature. That was way too much to comprehend.
lisa
When I worked in the nursing home there was a little woman named Grace who always had a smile on her face and she always used to steal her bedridden roommate's false teeth and wrap them up and stash them somewhere in their room. Every day was April Fool's Day to Grace.
How could her bedridden roommate ever go search for teeth?
lisa
Happy Birthday foo.
I pity you.
Thanks for picking such an unflattering picture, Molly. That's a good birthday gift. I celebrating by going out to eat and seeing my friends this weekend. Then doing homework last night. I didn't tell my class because- I don't know why- I just didn't want to. (I think that means I'm getting old.) I'll continue the homework birthday celebration again tonight. Thank you for the well wishes!
Happy Birthday to the one
who planned her party fun
called Chuckee Cheese to reserve
her own birthday party room
...
she was only 8, and again she says,
remember the date...9/13/08!
Happy Birthday Peanut! We talked to you yesterday and sang "Happy Birthday" to you over the phone. Hope you had a good birthday night. I have not been on the blob for a few days so I am wishing you happy birthday in writing today. The day before you were born we took Mom to the Sioux Falls Zoo and walked around quite a bit. That night about 10:30 you decided it was about time to make your appearance into this world so we dropped Grace, Molly and Joe off at our friend's house and went to the hospital. We were there all night until you actually made your grand entrance. I remember very vividly right after you were born and the nurse handed you to me to carry you over to the scale and you were so beautiful and I said "She's just a little peanut".
You looked cold on the scale and the nurses had to put you under a special heat lamp to warm you up. Mom couldn't wait to get you back and you were both happy when she did. Sometimes when you were little you used to call me "Pops".
Happy Birthday Ellen.
I love you,
Dad
Grace, Molly and Joe, if you are reading this, I thought you were beautiful when you were born too.
Happy Birthday again Donnie! Hope it was a cool birthday.
Happy Anniversary Mike and Mary! Thanks again for the great treats and refreshments you brought home Sunday night. It was fun having you stay at our house.
Happy birthday, Ellen. I would have wrote you a poem but "smellin" kept popping in my head.
Tom
This column was forwarded to my email by a friend. This is why McCain will win no matter how hard McSlimy and Billary try. I don't agree with all of it but many do.....
In election 2008, don't forget Angry White Man
There is a great amount of interest in this year's presidential elections, as everybody seems to recognize that our next president has to be a lot better than George Bush. The Democrats are riding high with two groundbreaking candidates — a woman and an African-American — while the conservative Republicans are in a quandary about their party's nod to a quasi-liberal maverick, John McCain.
Each candidate is carefully pandering to a smorgasbord of special-interest groups, ranging from gay, lesbian and transgender people to children of illegal immigrants to working mothers to evangelical Christians.
There is one group no one has recognized, and it is the group that will decide the election: the Angry White Man. The Angry White Man comes from all economic backgrounds, from dirt-poor to filthy rich. He represents all geographic areas in America, from urban sophisticate to rural redneck, deep South to mountain West, left Coast to Eastern Seaboard.
His common traits are that he isn't looking for anything from anyone — just the promise to be able to make his own way on a level playing field. In many cases, he is an independent businessman and employs several people. He pays more than his share of taxes and works hard.
The victimhood syndrome buzzwords — "disenfranchised," "marginalized" and "voiceless" — don't resonate with him. "Press 'one' for English" is a curse-word to him. He's used to picking up the tab, whether it's the company Christmas party, three sets of braces, three college educations or a beautiful wedding.
He believes the Constitution is to be interpreted literally, not as a "living document" open to the whims and vagaries of a panel of judges who have never worked an honest day in their lives.
The Angry White Man owns firearms, and he's willing to pick up a gun to defend his home and his country. He is willing to lay down his life to defend the freedom and safety of others, and the thought of killing someone who needs killing really doesn't bother him.
The Angry White Man is not a metrosexual, a homosexual or a victim. Nobody like him drowned in Hurricane Katrina — he got his people together and got the hell out, then went back in to rescue those too helpless and stupid to help themselves, often as a police officer, a National Guard soldier or a volunteer firefighter.
His last name and religion don't matter. His background might be Italian, English, Polish, German, Slavic, Irish, or Russian, and he might have Cherokee, Mexican, or Puerto Rican mixed in, but he considers himself a white American.
He's a man's man, the kind of guy who likes to play poker, watch football, hunt white-tailed deer, call turkeys, play golf, spend a few bucks at a strip club once in a blue moon, change his own oil and build things. He coaches baseball, soccer and football teams and doesn't ask for a penny. He's the kind of guy who can put an addition on his house with a couple of friends, drill an oil well, weld a new bumper for his truck, design a factory and publish books. He can fill a train with 100,000 tons of coal and get it to the power plant on time so that you keep the lights on and never know what it took to flip that light switch.
Women either love him or hate him, but they know he's a man, not a dishrag. If they're looking for someone to walk all over, they've got the wrong guy. He stands up straight, opens doors for women and says "Yes, sir" and "No, ma'am."
He might be a Republican and he might be a Democrat; he might be a Libertarian or a Green. He knows that his wife is more emotional than rational, and he guides the family in a rational manner.
He's not a racist, but he is annoyed and disappointed when people of certain backgrounds exhibit behavior that typifies the worst stereotypes of their race. He's willing to give everybody a fair chance if they work hard, play by the rules and learn English.
Most important, the Angry White Man is pissed off. When his job site becomes flooded with illegal workers who don't pay taxes and his wages drop like a stone, he gets righteously angry. When his job gets shipped overseas, and he has to speak to some incomprehensible idiot in India for tech support, he simmers. When Al Sharpton comes on TV, leading some rally for reparations for slavery or some such nonsense, he bites his tongue and he remembers. When a child gets charged with carrying a concealed weapon for mistakenly bringing a penknife to school, he takes note of who the local idiots are in education and law enforcement.
He also votes, and the Angry White Man loathes Hillary Clinton. Her voice reminds him of a shovel scraping a rock. He recoils at the mere sight of her on television. Her very image disgusts him, and he cannot fathom why anyone would want her as their leader. It's not that she is a woman. It's that she is who she is. It's the liberal victim groups she panders to, the "poor me" attitude that she represents, her inability to give a straight answer to an honest question, his tax dollars that she wants to give to people who refuse to do anything for themselves.
There are many millions of Angry White Men. Four million Angry White Men are members of the National Rifle Association, and all of them will vote against Hillary Clinton, just as the great majority of them voted for George Bush.
He hopes that she will be the Democratic nominee for president in 2008, and he will make sure that she gets beaten like a drum.
Gary Hubbell is a writer, photographer, location scout for films and photo shoots, and a ranch real estate broker. He writes a monthly column for the Aspen Times Weekly. He can be reached at
www.writerphotographer.biz.
Tom
Tom, Tom, Tom...we used to call you TTT Terrible Tempered Tom. You must be an Angry White Man to put this filthy trash on our Family Blog. I beg of the Blogmaster to remove it...it's racist and so full of bull shio*** I can't stand it!
Mary, Mary, Mary - This column is only a snapshot of the political landscape as viewed by a large demographic. Sorry this makes you an angry white woman.
Like I said, I don't agree with all of it. But, it's what the democrats are up against.
Tom
And, please, stop your cursing.
Tom
Found at our house:
1 blue sweater (it may be Mom's)
1 dark fleece jacket size xl (I think)
I do have some of Mom's stuff to call you about, Dad.
If either of the above mentioned items seem like they may be yours, please let me know.
Thanks
lisa
Tom...what is Joe Biden?..the male Dems are mostly happy white men...(when they're in office).
I like that picture of you Ellen!
Mary - thanks for cleaning it up.
I'll wager that behind closed doors Biden is angry. Angry that despite decades of service to his country and party, fighting for the party's agenda that he was dismissed out of hand because he wasn't a woman and he wasn't the right color. Being overlooked because of some abstract ideals of Hope, Change, and Judgment.
I'm sure he's think as a lot of us white males are....what a bunch of bologna. Give me someone who knows what's going on around here. Someone more like McCain and less like the other two.
Tom
...and your man McSlimy is telling lies again. This morning on the news I heard him say again that McCain "wants to stay in Iraq."
McCain has never said that.
I think it had more to do with money for Biden than being a white male. Clinton and Obama had the money.
p
"The Angry White Man owns firearms, and he's willing to pick up a gun to defend his home and his country."
Yeah, right. That part makes me laugh. The number of white men who would grab their rifle and report for duty in the event of invasion is not nearly enough to constitute a demographic.
It might be enough to field a soccer team.
The rest of the Angry White Men would be in a bunker somewhere with the rest of us while the ACTUAL "well-regulated militia" (in uniform) does the fighting.
Anything beyond that is Red Dawn and would have ended badly in real life.
I know. It's full of hyperbole and a sweeping stereotype. I'm just saying that it's white guys who are going to decide this election.
Tom
I, by the way, have NEVER felt a poor me vibe from hilary.
p
Why would you? All she had to do was ride Bill's political coat tails into significance.
She is willing to shed tears though. I hope she doesn't do that when the Russians are telling her to get cease and desist with a missle defense system or else.
Tom
I am not more emotional than rational, you big,big....meany!
Shouldn't you be at home making a pot roast or something?
Tom
That column sounds like a horrible country song.
BTW - I like Hillary's excuse for the Bosnia lie - that she hadn't gotten enough sleep ....hmmm sounds like she actually isn't the one we want answering the phone at 3:00 AM...
Also - the "Angry White Man" sounds alot like the the "NASCAR Dad" from the last election which reminds me of my favorite quote from last election - Kerry saying (while at an actual NASCAR event) "Who among us does not love NASCAR?" Hiarious and one of the reasons why Kerry lost.
Well, the thing is, they ALL lie. I don't think you could win an election these days without lying. Some are just better than others, and smarter about it.
How's Seamus?
P
Well the biggest lie so far is McSlimy's. He claimed that his parents were at the Selma civil right march and became inspired to have a child....
"They looked at each other and they decided, 'We know that in the world, as it has been, it might not be possible for us to get together and have a child, but something is stirring across the country because of what happened in Selma, Ala., because some folks are willing to march across the bridge.' And so they got together and Barack Obama Jr. was born. So don't tell me I don't have a claim on Selma, Ala.!"
Obama was born in 1961 - the Selma march was four years later. Obama said later that he meant to credit the entire civil rights movement with his parents' union, not just the Bloody Sunday marchers.
Stupid. Did he not think someone would catch this?
Tom
Seamus died...
very sad...
he's buried in our new back yard.
Seamus....what a great dog.
He will be fondly remembered.
If anyone has a picture of Mike Straub for the birthday blog (or any other pictures for other birthdays) please email them to me. mollyrose825@aol.com Thanks!
Sorry to hear about Seamus. He was a great guy and always a welcome guest.
Oh Seamus. We miss you already. You should put his pix up for a day.
I'm glad you have a new yard to bury him in.
lisa
Poor Seamus the Shameless. We will always remember his shamelessness. He will be missed down at the farm. I'm glad he had a new home to be buried in.
Monica
He was a great dog...as Joe said... "he did everything a dog is supposed to do"...plus stroll a cat around in a stroller...wear costumes for us, and wrestle with the cats..."protect" us from big dogs...and take leaps through the air!
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