I have to give you a prime example of why I just love having kids around. They are on top of technology, really...and without my need to monitor my kids, I would have never joined some of the social groups there are. And, I am having a BLAST...really.
There is a downside...well, if you've ever used the computer to escape from your kids, you'll see it right away. What happens, is now, the use the network to give you shit. Hey, it doesn't work on me. And it does help to see what they are saying and to whom. When they get all snarky and you just want to get away from them for a minute, well, I guess you just go running off to your blog..LOL! My daughter's birthday is tomorrow, and she's something else. She's my daughter, and I love her..I really do. She's a blast to be around!
God Bless your children for being constant reminders to keep having fun. My little guy got in trouble today for spitting spitballs in class. Ok. I do not know an 11 year old child who has not spit a spitball in class, including my guy who is studying to be a teacher, yet is now all high and mighty...Mr. had a Bear note home at least once a week in kindergarten, and the endless phone calls asking me if he took his medicine that day. He cracks me up, he really does.
After six kids, I have just learned to not let my kids stress me out. I think that's what it boils down to. There is not a thing they can do that I haven't seen at least a dozen times before, and it's lost it's shock value. But, to keep it interesting, you have to keep coming up with new speeches and stuff over the years..keep it fresh..keep in tune with the times, and keep them on track.
Shit, and if you let them talk you into joining any social networks...where all the "cool" people are...LOL...then they can open a whole new world for you. Then, they can throw your own words right back at ya.
I love the late night debates....
Friday, September 25, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
A Tale Of Two Kitties.
It was the best of times and it was the worst of times, but here the similarities end.
About three years ago, we had a little black cat move in with us. Her name is Kitty. There are several others in the neighborhood who think she's theirs, too, but she's here every night and most days. She only really leaves when there's nobody here. She's a 'people' cat. She's very sweet to her people, never showing claw or fang, unless you're just really messing with her. She is fearsome, though. She conducts herself like a very small panther, really. She has the attitude of a large cat. She sleeps in the trees just like you'd expect a panther to.
She's a killer. She's a very good hunter. She doesn't discriminate against her prey....reptiles, birds, squirrels, mice, rats, chipmunks, rabbits...all fair game to her. Last night a baby possum wandered in and The Senior Chief decided he didn't want her trying to take it on, so he sent her inside for a bit, while he scared it out.
It would appear, just to muddy up the waters, that another black cat is trying to take up residence here. The crazy thing is, is that this one looks EXACTLY like the first one. I think we'll call it...Evil Twin. Really. I would see this cat going for the food dish, go to give it a pet, it would run off, and then I would see Kitty coming in through the window. It took me a while to figure out there were two.
Today was the first time I saw them both at the same time. The senior chief said he had once, as well. Can't shoot them, because we are afraid we'll shoot the wrong damn one. You can't tell which is which until Evil Twin runs off.
I think it's funny when it happens, because once the threat is gone, my kitty shows her appreciation freely. She comes over and meows her thanks and rubs against your leg, allowing you to calm her.
She's an unusual Kitty because when you call her..she comes bounding across the lawn or room to jump up next to you, happy to see you. She's extra grateful when you fill her food bowl, although, I did cut back on the tuna scraps and salmon scraps, because she would always go out and bring two or three kills in as way of expressing her gratitude.
That other one must be homeless. That's sad. Evil Twin just keeps trying to go after the food. Apparently, Evil Twin isn't a very good hunter. I can't leave food for Evil Twin anywhere on the property. My kitty will be having none of that. It's ALL hers. Works for me.
About three years ago, we had a little black cat move in with us. Her name is Kitty. There are several others in the neighborhood who think she's theirs, too, but she's here every night and most days. She only really leaves when there's nobody here. She's a 'people' cat. She's very sweet to her people, never showing claw or fang, unless you're just really messing with her. She is fearsome, though. She conducts herself like a very small panther, really. She has the attitude of a large cat. She sleeps in the trees just like you'd expect a panther to.
She's a killer. She's a very good hunter. She doesn't discriminate against her prey....reptiles, birds, squirrels, mice, rats, chipmunks, rabbits...all fair game to her. Last night a baby possum wandered in and The Senior Chief decided he didn't want her trying to take it on, so he sent her inside for a bit, while he scared it out.
It would appear, just to muddy up the waters, that another black cat is trying to take up residence here. The crazy thing is, is that this one looks EXACTLY like the first one. I think we'll call it...Evil Twin. Really. I would see this cat going for the food dish, go to give it a pet, it would run off, and then I would see Kitty coming in through the window. It took me a while to figure out there were two.
Today was the first time I saw them both at the same time. The senior chief said he had once, as well. Can't shoot them, because we are afraid we'll shoot the wrong damn one. You can't tell which is which until Evil Twin runs off.
I think it's funny when it happens, because once the threat is gone, my kitty shows her appreciation freely. She comes over and meows her thanks and rubs against your leg, allowing you to calm her.
She's an unusual Kitty because when you call her..she comes bounding across the lawn or room to jump up next to you, happy to see you. She's extra grateful when you fill her food bowl, although, I did cut back on the tuna scraps and salmon scraps, because she would always go out and bring two or three kills in as way of expressing her gratitude.
That other one must be homeless. That's sad. Evil Twin just keeps trying to go after the food. Apparently, Evil Twin isn't a very good hunter. I can't leave food for Evil Twin anywhere on the property. My kitty will be having none of that. It's ALL hers. Works for me.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Remembering A Friend
Gone from my sight.
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!”
“Gone where?”
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: “Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
-Henry Van Dyke
Yesterday I got news that a long standing friend of mine had crossed the great divide. She was someone I knew only through the internet. She was mother, friend, sister. She was one of the ones who encouraged me to start this blog, who encouraged me to write. She and another friend helped brainstorm the names of my blog. Where her presence was, there is a big hole left in my heart, but I know she is still somewhere, just merely gone from my sight.
Linda, my friend, fair winds and following seas.
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!”
“Gone where?”
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: “Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
-Henry Van Dyke
Yesterday I got news that a long standing friend of mine had crossed the great divide. She was someone I knew only through the internet. She was mother, friend, sister. She was one of the ones who encouraged me to start this blog, who encouraged me to write. She and another friend helped brainstorm the names of my blog. Where her presence was, there is a big hole left in my heart, but I know she is still somewhere, just merely gone from my sight.
Linda, my friend, fair winds and following seas.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I am a PATRIOT, How DARE you call me racist?
Oh Good Lord, you know I have to believe that the Democratic party is cringing today. I should hope so anyway. I mean, we all KNEW that's what they thought, but for Mr. Carter to just say it outright...well, I for one am glad it's out there so that there is half a chance to refute it.
And y'all thought the race card playing was over. Ha!
I am concerned myself about racial tensions in this country. I know who the racists are, and it isn't the white people. I had a black friend defriend me this week because of my political beliefs. Someone whom I believed was my friend. Not that I didn't see the writing on the wall, he all but accused me of being a racist and accused all those that were in opposition to his president ..racist. Unbelievable, I thought...he couldn't really truly believe that, but apparently, he did. He didn't quite come out and say it, but it was definitely implied. What is funny is that his reasoning was because of 'politics' and I see that he hasn't deleted those friends of his that talk politics that are in favor of Obama.
I see the state of the nation as heading towards being communist if things continue. Thank God for the million or so that showed up in DC. "The Cavalry" as it were. Communism, in my mind, is slavery for everybody but a few.
Now, didn't we fight a whole war with that being an issue? See, even then, it wasn't an issue, it was smoke. It was about money...slaves were being freed anyway. I'd like to think that there was a plan to make them independent, oh yeah, there was but he got shot before he got to enact it and reconstruction went a different way altogether...but anyway, I digress. Slavery is bad. Black people will tell ya so. So, why on EARTH would a black man put us on the road to slavery?
UNLESS, slavery wasn't as bad as it was purported. I mean, yes it is bad to enslave people, but apparently, they weren't treated as bad as they have been advertising all these years. Seems to me that group of people simply wants to be taken care of. Maybe kind of like back in the slavery days. That is the only reason I can think of at this point in time that would explain it. If they were the ones that wanted freedom so bad, then why oh why are they wanting to grow government instead of making government smaller? Of course there isn't a Democrat in charge at this point in time that knows how to do math.
We are talking about a plan that forces 90% of the people to pay for 10%, if you look at unemployment right now and assume that 10% is going to stay for awhile, which I'm sure it is. And quite a few of that percentage is uninsured BY CHOICE. There is another percentage that spend that same money on health food and gyms. They could purchase health insurance instead of protein shakes and all that crap, but they don't.
And then there is energy. If the cost of energy becomes such that manufacturers take their businesses overseas, then we are screwed. If manufacturing goes overseas, then there are no jobs and we have to pay higher prices to import things we could make right here. You want to see a depression, that is all it will take.
Instead of becoming more independent and self reliant as a country we will become the complete opposite. That scares me.
It galls me to be called a racist. I think there's a hell of a lot of black people out there that are racist. It almost makes me wish Hillary had been elected, and that's saying a lot.
I am a patriot.
And y'all thought the race card playing was over. Ha!
I am concerned myself about racial tensions in this country. I know who the racists are, and it isn't the white people. I had a black friend defriend me this week because of my political beliefs. Someone whom I believed was my friend. Not that I didn't see the writing on the wall, he all but accused me of being a racist and accused all those that were in opposition to his president ..racist. Unbelievable, I thought...he couldn't really truly believe that, but apparently, he did. He didn't quite come out and say it, but it was definitely implied. What is funny is that his reasoning was because of 'politics' and I see that he hasn't deleted those friends of his that talk politics that are in favor of Obama.
I see the state of the nation as heading towards being communist if things continue. Thank God for the million or so that showed up in DC. "The Cavalry" as it were. Communism, in my mind, is slavery for everybody but a few.
Now, didn't we fight a whole war with that being an issue? See, even then, it wasn't an issue, it was smoke. It was about money...slaves were being freed anyway. I'd like to think that there was a plan to make them independent, oh yeah, there was but he got shot before he got to enact it and reconstruction went a different way altogether...but anyway, I digress. Slavery is bad. Black people will tell ya so. So, why on EARTH would a black man put us on the road to slavery?
UNLESS, slavery wasn't as bad as it was purported. I mean, yes it is bad to enslave people, but apparently, they weren't treated as bad as they have been advertising all these years. Seems to me that group of people simply wants to be taken care of. Maybe kind of like back in the slavery days. That is the only reason I can think of at this point in time that would explain it. If they were the ones that wanted freedom so bad, then why oh why are they wanting to grow government instead of making government smaller? Of course there isn't a Democrat in charge at this point in time that knows how to do math.
We are talking about a plan that forces 90% of the people to pay for 10%, if you look at unemployment right now and assume that 10% is going to stay for awhile, which I'm sure it is. And quite a few of that percentage is uninsured BY CHOICE. There is another percentage that spend that same money on health food and gyms. They could purchase health insurance instead of protein shakes and all that crap, but they don't.
And then there is energy. If the cost of energy becomes such that manufacturers take their businesses overseas, then we are screwed. If manufacturing goes overseas, then there are no jobs and we have to pay higher prices to import things we could make right here. You want to see a depression, that is all it will take.
Instead of becoming more independent and self reliant as a country we will become the complete opposite. That scares me.
It galls me to be called a racist. I think there's a hell of a lot of black people out there that are racist. It almost makes me wish Hillary had been elected, and that's saying a lot.
I am a patriot.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Shoes
Let me tell y'all something. I'm listening to CNN right now, which is awesome, but while it's a commercial, I can do a little writing.
Being a mom changed me a bit. It's wierd, it happened in increments, but there was a point in time that I didn't go out looking less than fabulous. Jeans and t-shirts were for at home. I mean, dresses were for going out in and if you were running errands, going out jeans were put on, full makeup, hair done..nails done...and heels.
My feet and my whole persona was made for high heels. I love heels, I love being taller, I love how it makes me feel like a girl to wear them. I love how I know my legs and butt look in heels. I love how I automatically feel confident and stand up straighter when they are on. It's easy to undertand how it got that way, but I think I need to take better care that it doesn't again.
I went shoe shopping the other day and just could not resist any more. I got a pair of 5 inch heels, and man, my attitude is different, too. And, I wear those damn shoes everywhere, but especially to the grocery store and out.
Come on, y'all admit it, there is nothing sexier than a woman stepping out of a hot rod with 5 inch heels on. I know it...it makes me feel sexier and if I feel sexier, then the senior chief gets more loving.
So, lesson learned, don't give up too much, especially not your real loves, like shoes or lipstick or whatever your love is. That's why they love you...for stuff like that.
I think all women have to find that balance. Thank God for good girlfriends that keep you reminded of that stuff.
Being a mom changed me a bit. It's wierd, it happened in increments, but there was a point in time that I didn't go out looking less than fabulous. Jeans and t-shirts were for at home. I mean, dresses were for going out in and if you were running errands, going out jeans were put on, full makeup, hair done..nails done...and heels.
My feet and my whole persona was made for high heels. I love heels, I love being taller, I love how it makes me feel like a girl to wear them. I love how I know my legs and butt look in heels. I love how I automatically feel confident and stand up straighter when they are on. It's easy to undertand how it got that way, but I think I need to take better care that it doesn't again.
I went shoe shopping the other day and just could not resist any more. I got a pair of 5 inch heels, and man, my attitude is different, too. And, I wear those damn shoes everywhere, but especially to the grocery store and out.
Come on, y'all admit it, there is nothing sexier than a woman stepping out of a hot rod with 5 inch heels on. I know it...it makes me feel sexier and if I feel sexier, then the senior chief gets more loving.
So, lesson learned, don't give up too much, especially not your real loves, like shoes or lipstick or whatever your love is. That's why they love you...for stuff like that.
I think all women have to find that balance. Thank God for good girlfriends that keep you reminded of that stuff.
Wild Boys..
You'd think I would understand boys for sure by now after having been around so many. But, you know, I really don't.
What the hell happens to males in their twenties? Too much testosterone is what I'm thinking, but seriously, apparently testosterone completely and utterly wipes out any sense of survival or common sense. I guess that is why God protects fools, children, and men in their twenties.
I mean, really, what makes them think cars are toys? Does it not occur to them what will happen if they wreck the car...and these are cars these boys put hours and hours of blood, sweat and tears into. Do they not value their work or their money? Do they not think about what they would do without that car? I mean, I guess if they don't even think of their own lives, then why should they think about a car? It puzzles me, it really does.
One of our kids that claim us was out and about with one of his friends last week sometime. It was Saturday night, Labor day weekend, as a matter of fact.
I might have mentioned that though I live close to shopping areas, my house itself still looks like it's in a real rural area and there are a couple of real rural roads around here just right for having a little fun on. We always do a test drive or so when we've done an upgrade on one of our cars.
In one area, there is a 35mph corner. Now it looks long and easy, but it's deceiving. I have never gone faster than 55 at that point, and that's fast enough.
Well, one of the kids that claim us and his friend were doing 130 mph around that corner...trying to shift gears as well. First of all, make sure your transmission is in good shape, eh? You do not put it through a test like that when you're having trouble hitting gears. The car in question was a Mustang 5.0...rebuilt....
At 130 mph, the kid tries for fourth gear, misses twice..the third time he tried, he got a gear, but he got second instead of fourth. OOPS!
The rear wheels locked up, send them off the road where they hit a stump and were flung 10 feet up into the air and slammed back down to the ground. The passenger side is what took the tree and also where my young friend was sitting. He is very lucky to be alive.
NOW, he doesn't even want to be a passenger at all, even if you're going twenty miles an hour.
Why the fuck does it take something that extreme to teach boys? I mean, I understand the need for risk and all, but that is just too much. And it seems to be a fairly universal male trait.
And believe me, I've given all the momma admonitions to these kids. They always hang their heads...but it still takes something like that to teach them. No wonder some days I'm just weary.
What the hell happens to males in their twenties? Too much testosterone is what I'm thinking, but seriously, apparently testosterone completely and utterly wipes out any sense of survival or common sense. I guess that is why God protects fools, children, and men in their twenties.
I mean, really, what makes them think cars are toys? Does it not occur to them what will happen if they wreck the car...and these are cars these boys put hours and hours of blood, sweat and tears into. Do they not value their work or their money? Do they not think about what they would do without that car? I mean, I guess if they don't even think of their own lives, then why should they think about a car? It puzzles me, it really does.
One of our kids that claim us was out and about with one of his friends last week sometime. It was Saturday night, Labor day weekend, as a matter of fact.
I might have mentioned that though I live close to shopping areas, my house itself still looks like it's in a real rural area and there are a couple of real rural roads around here just right for having a little fun on. We always do a test drive or so when we've done an upgrade on one of our cars.
In one area, there is a 35mph corner. Now it looks long and easy, but it's deceiving. I have never gone faster than 55 at that point, and that's fast enough.
Well, one of the kids that claim us and his friend were doing 130 mph around that corner...trying to shift gears as well. First of all, make sure your transmission is in good shape, eh? You do not put it through a test like that when you're having trouble hitting gears. The car in question was a Mustang 5.0...rebuilt....
At 130 mph, the kid tries for fourth gear, misses twice..the third time he tried, he got a gear, but he got second instead of fourth. OOPS!
The rear wheels locked up, send them off the road where they hit a stump and were flung 10 feet up into the air and slammed back down to the ground. The passenger side is what took the tree and also where my young friend was sitting. He is very lucky to be alive.
NOW, he doesn't even want to be a passenger at all, even if you're going twenty miles an hour.
Why the fuck does it take something that extreme to teach boys? I mean, I understand the need for risk and all, but that is just too much. And it seems to be a fairly universal male trait.
And believe me, I've given all the momma admonitions to these kids. They always hang their heads...but it still takes something like that to teach them. No wonder some days I'm just weary.
Fiddle-De-Dee
I swear I feel like Scarlett O'Hara some days. I am so sick of talk of war and all the bickering..really.
However, yesterday, I was truly and irrevocably offended. A day of service and rememberance my ass. Ok, rememberance yes, duh, but service?
What the hell is the deal with all this service shit, anyway. Look if you're so fucked up a charitable organization won't have anything to do with you, then why should anybody else?
Seriously now, I have met people, spent days of my life going to their house, cleaning up their shit...and sometimes literally...only to have the work undone in a week. Dealing with people like that is like setting your money on fire, if you count time as money and my time sure does count.
How about this? How about we take September 11...review what went wrong and double check we have stuff in place to make sure it never happens again?
I am just utterly and completely sick of people right now. I'm sick of having to worry every single second what my government is doing. I'm sick of the division and I'm really, really, really, sick of the racism. And, I mean, I'm sick of feeling bad because I'm white.
I'm sick of having to watch every word I say, lest there be an argument. It's getting really old and it hasn't even been one year yet. I'm sick of worrying what's going to happen to my business as a result of policies that this administration puts out.
And I sure as hell know we don't want government health care. You don't see us running down to the VA to take advantage of the free health care we have, I assure you. The only ones who get good health care under that system are the active duty military. Period.
Fiddle-de-dee, I'm sick of it all.
However, yesterday, I was truly and irrevocably offended. A day of service and rememberance my ass. Ok, rememberance yes, duh, but service?
What the hell is the deal with all this service shit, anyway. Look if you're so fucked up a charitable organization won't have anything to do with you, then why should anybody else?
Seriously now, I have met people, spent days of my life going to their house, cleaning up their shit...and sometimes literally...only to have the work undone in a week. Dealing with people like that is like setting your money on fire, if you count time as money and my time sure does count.
How about this? How about we take September 11...review what went wrong and double check we have stuff in place to make sure it never happens again?
I am just utterly and completely sick of people right now. I'm sick of having to worry every single second what my government is doing. I'm sick of the division and I'm really, really, really, sick of the racism. And, I mean, I'm sick of feeling bad because I'm white.
I'm sick of having to watch every word I say, lest there be an argument. It's getting really old and it hasn't even been one year yet. I'm sick of worrying what's going to happen to my business as a result of policies that this administration puts out.
And I sure as hell know we don't want government health care. You don't see us running down to the VA to take advantage of the free health care we have, I assure you. The only ones who get good health care under that system are the active duty military. Period.
Fiddle-de-dee, I'm sick of it all.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Reading and Writing
And arithmetic. All are very important in today's world.
I'm glad to know that my kids didn't need the President to tell them they needed to stay in school. They assure me that they know they need their education because they don't know much. They assure us that they don't even know some stuff that we've learned and forgotten.
That's cool. However, he wasn't speaking to my kids. He was speaking to the ghetto children, and if of those kids stays in school because he made that speech, well, good for him and good for them.
I do think, on some levels, we do need to just chill for a damn second, just long enough to keep perspective, is all. And we need to incorporate a little understanding into things.
For the negroes of this country, this is a proud moment. They are finally free in their own mind and that means a lot. And, since they are Americans too, we should care a little about that. It means that finally, we can move forward as a country. Maybe not right this second, but let's take a moment...just one moment to appreciate the position our President is in. He is a democrat first of all and democrat in my mind means "bleeding heart". Any democrat who received a government grant to better themselves believes in their heart that everybody would do the same with the same money. Then, because the particular minority he represents has felt oppressed all these years...
Listen, I'm a white girl. I have no idea what it's like to sit at my grandmother's knee and hear about slavery. I know it FEELS like it's been a long time..that whole nasty slavery business...but for them, it hasn't and it won't for another generation or so. It just won't. Get that.
Some of you even remember the fifties and sixties. Things weren't so great for the minorities then, either.
And, so it has been throughout history. Those that come here en mass and are the "new guys" ...those....they have to pay some dues. And with all the minorities, it includes what they would term ..."grunt work"...
And, it's how it should be. When you think about it, those folks that got off the Mayflower and built this country did a lot of shit work. When the new groups came over, it made more sense for them to take over the shit work, while those that had been here for a minute figured out how it should be and got to work moving forward.
This latest group is so damn poor, they can work for less than minimum wage here and still have money to spare. You could make the argument to get legal and then you really could have so much more, but what they are getting is so far beyond what they get at home, it's already like they won the damn lottery. But, damned if they didn't take over the shit work for awhile.
Hey, whatever, the clip is funny...I don't care who ya are.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Just Thinking..
Ok, I'm pretty much your average housewife here, truth be told. Average is a word I hate. I'd like to think I'm supermom and all that, but let's just for the sake of posterity, I'm Average Sally. Meaning, some days I have flashes of brilliance and others..well, not so much.
I do put forth effort every day though to keep up with what is current, but being and Average Sally, I pay attention to things that are more along the lines of consumer issues.
Two stories caught my eye today. One about how Wally World is recalling 1.5 million chinese made dvd players because they catch on fire.
The other story was about how Boeing is moving to China.
My little average Sally mind goes into overdrive a little.
So, we want to take a major corporation of ours like Boeing and home base it in a country that cannot even duplicate simple technology like a dvd player? I mean, it's not like they are new on the market or anything.
Besides all the questions about what kind of secrets are being divulged here...
Here's what I know. This white girl is never flying again, if that's the state of affairs. There are places I can google if I want to look at them. We have plenty of beautiful places right here in the good ol' USA and if I want to see Hawaii or Alaska, I'll go by sea.
Anywhere else, I'll drive, thank you very much.
I do put forth effort every day though to keep up with what is current, but being and Average Sally, I pay attention to things that are more along the lines of consumer issues.
Two stories caught my eye today. One about how Wally World is recalling 1.5 million chinese made dvd players because they catch on fire.
The other story was about how Boeing is moving to China.
My little average Sally mind goes into overdrive a little.
So, we want to take a major corporation of ours like Boeing and home base it in a country that cannot even duplicate simple technology like a dvd player? I mean, it's not like they are new on the market or anything.
Besides all the questions about what kind of secrets are being divulged here...
Here's what I know. This white girl is never flying again, if that's the state of affairs. There are places I can google if I want to look at them. We have plenty of beautiful places right here in the good ol' USA and if I want to see Hawaii or Alaska, I'll go by sea.
Anywhere else, I'll drive, thank you very much.
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