One Good Name

The opinions expressed here are merely the opinion (and only opinion) of a girl sitting on her couch in beautiful South Carolina.

Today I'm going to talk about the correlation between Mark Sanford and Steve McNair. I can hear you saying "huh?" but stick with me.

When I was growing up, my dad always said "You only have one good name. It's up to you what you do with it". To which I probably said in my head "shut up! shut up! shut up! OK! Whatever!" But the older I get, the more I *get* it. Which leads me to these two.

Mark Sanford

I've put off saying anything about him yet because he has only just now shut his pie hole. Everyday some other ridiculousness has fallen out of his mouth. When his story first broke a few weeks ago, he was supposedly wandering the Appalachian trail to clear his head. Something poetic along the lines of Thoreau or Walt Whitman (and you know what whackadoos they were!). Then the real story hit. Our 'pillar of family values' governor was off in Argentina living it up with his mistress - over Father's Day weekend. Nice, A$$hat. Then Gooberjob had the nerve to say in print that he was going to "try" to fall back in love with his wife. I hope Jenny says "thanks but no thanks" to that egotistical self-centered freakshow. Sorry, got a little carried away there......Anyhoo! Team Jenny! But only if she ditches him for good. Damn, but I wish he'd just been crazy.

Steve McNair
The only thing I know about him is what I've read yesterday and today about his death. He was found shot to death in a Nashville condo along with a 20-year old woman who was also shot. They are now speculating murder-suicide. Several days earlier, she was pulled over for DUI along with McNair in an Escalade which was registered to her and McNair. McNair leaves behind a WIFE and FOUR SONS. Hmmm, same as our governor. The press says his wife is devastated.

Here's my point. The legacy these two guys leave behind for their kids probably won't be their achievements in politics and sports as much as the sullied name that each has created for themselves. Each had a good name that has been forever been marked in controversy and scandal.

Whitney said "the children are our future - teach them well and let them lead the way". Hopefully their mothers will teach them the character their fathers' actions have not.

Happy 4th!

In honor of the sacrifices of our men and women in uniform throughout history - who made this the land of the free and the home of the brave - I present you with the most hideous piece of flag clothing I have come across:



Is there some sort of application I need to complete to regain my British citizenship and regain my crown? Just askin'.

Fly Math

Word problem:

There are two flies in your house. You kill one. How many do you have left?

WRONG!

The answer is three! Yeesh...

What I Did On My First (Half) Day of Vacation

First half? Went to work. That's right. Of course, I did. Had to really. But enough about that.

I cannot believe it...but I saw a local version of this:


Oh, my! Kate's reverse mullet (business in the back, party in the front). I nearly ran into the glass store door. She did not however, have the little Samoan husband and was missing at least 6 kids.

I'm Easily Entertained....

Today I left work early to take Lovey to the back doctor. He needed someone with him in case they gave him a shot in his back.

There is really nothing funnier to me than Lovey on pain medicine. The first time he had kidney stones the doctor gave him Percocet (or something) that left him....let's say a little loopy. I just remember him sitting in the living room floor staring at his arm slurring "I jush don undershand how they put an IV in my arm when therzzz already stuff in therrreee." Laughed. My. Butt. Off!

When he was given Valium to do an MRI of his back, he came home and Shaved Down both of the little white dogs. Giggle.....

Today we had to be there at 3:30. I was kinda prepared...took my new Glamour magazine to read -- which is good since the Charleston Magazine they had in the waiting room was from 2006!

At 5:11 (after I had read my magazine, an Avon catalog and watched the same coverage on CNN of Michael Jackson's will and Mr. Sleazy's latest TMI), I get this text from Lovey in the exam room: "You hettingb ored yet?" Love. It. On the way home, he told me the same story 4 times. Each time beginning with "Have I told you...?"

He is currently sleeping it off in bonus room.

He has 5 more shots scheduled. Hilarity will ensue....

UPDATE: Lovey has no recollection of the text message. Omigosh...it doesn't get much mo bedda than this!

My Week So Far

*Had a headache for two solid days (probably sinus from crying my eyes out over the end of Grand Torino. Saddest. Ending. Evva!)

*Had to sit in a marketing class with my nemesis ex-boss

*Michael Jackson freakin' DIED! And Lovey is devastated....he loved the King of Pop.

*Our governor goes on Mr. Sleazy's Wild Ride and ends up making my pretty little state look stupid (yet again) on national news. I swear, how hard is it to have a positive, uplifting story come out of this state??? (More on this later. I got a lot to say)>

*Oh, yeah! It's only THURSDAY!!! I have 5 (FIVE) more days before I get to have a day off!

What the heck will Friday bring?

Baby Girl

This dirty little wet-faced girl is my Blanca. Mizz B hasn't had much of a presence here on da blog because she's a little camera-shy. It took me about 17 shots just to get this one. What can I say? She hates the paparazzi!

Monday, Lovey and I almost lost her. No eating or drinking, barely able to hold her head up, white-as-a-ghost belly, hacking cough each time she took a breath. A trip to the vet suggested bad things afoot. Text from Lovey said it all "doc says she doesn't look good".

Baby Girl (and Duffy) have been a part of my life for almost as long as Lovey. Lovey adopted/rescued them when we had been dating around 6 months. As a matter of fact, it did seem a little weird at the time that he wanted to adopt 2 fluffy white dogs. Mmmm. The initial plan was to adopt the male "Fluffy". However, he was raised with a girl bichon named Blanca. The rescue organization didn't want to separate them if possible so Lovey was talked into taking on both of them on a trial basis - two weeks.

The dogs had been neglected by their prior owners so they had issues. Blanca cried every night for a week which caused Lovey to pay extra attention to her needs. As a result, I took up time with Duffy (because Fluffy for a dog, no, just no!). And so it kind of went with our dynamic. And of course, the trial basis became permanent.

When Lovey was deployed, it was comforting to know that the little white dogs were so happy to see me when I came home at night. Made it a little less lonely. When Lovey was in Spain for 6 months, each weekend I'd load them both in the car and drive through neighborhoods looking for houses for us.

Over the past few years, Blanca and I have gotten closer. She spends more time with me - following me around, sleeping on the couch with me when the boys are outside. Girls have to stick together, you know. Especially since Big Brown (Pullo) has come on the scene.

Logically, I know that the little white dogs are getting older - aren't we all? But Monday was hard. Sitting there in the specialist's office, I looked over at Lovey's face. His expression said it all. I had been on the verge of tears since his first text came in, but I knew that if the doctor came back with horrible news, we were both going to be basket cases.

Baby Girl was diagnosed with heart failure. The doc gave her 3 medicines which has here almost back to her normal self. Her color is better, and she is back under my feet when I'm cooking dinner. Today she even ate peanut butter again (if Blanca or Lovey turn down peanut butter, call 911). With the medication, she should be around for another 8 month to a year or so.

I don't even want to think about the day she is gone. But one thing is for certain: for the next however-long, Baby Girl is going to have the loved kind of life every little dog envies.