Wardrobe-gate

If I hear one more comment about Sarah Palin's expensive wardrobe I think I am going to impale someone with a shoehorn.

Wake up America. If a woman is going to be in the White House, she's gonna look good... and that's not cheap.

Do you think that Barak Obama and John McCain shop at the 50% off rack at Men's Warehouse? Do you think that they hit Payless for the BOGO Men's shoe sale.

HELL to N-O!

The woman is running for Vice-President of the United States. She needs a fierce wardrobe, hair stylist, make up artist and a gay boyfriend to pull it all together.

Mississippi Stonehenge

It's something everyone should see. I could not believe how beautiful and haunting the ruins were.

This is Windsor Ruins. It is located near the Mississippi River between Lorman and Port Gibson, Mississippi.

I checked the Wikipedia and found the following information.

The Windsor Plantation at one time covered 2,600 acres (11 km²). Smith Coffee Daniell II, who was born in Mississippi in 1826, the son of an Indian fighter turned farmer and landowner, constructed the mansion itself in 1859-1861. In 1849 he married his cousin Catherine Freeland (1830-1903) by whom he had three children.

Basic construction of the house, which was designed by David Shroder (Shroder also designed and built Rosswood, which is located in Lorman) was done by slave labor. The bricks for use in the 45 foot columns were made in a kiln across the road from the house. The columns were then covered with mortar and plaster. There were 29 of these columns supporting the projecting roof line with its plain, broad frieze and molded cornice. This provided protection for the galleries that encompassed the house at the second and third levels. The fluted columns had iron Corinthian capitals and were joined at the galleries by an ornamental iron balustrade.

Skilled carpenters were brought in from New England for the finished woodwork and the iron stairs, column capitals and balustrades were manufactured in St. Louis and shipped down the Mississippi River to the Port of Bruinsburg several miles west of Windsor.

The mansion cost about $175,000.00 (this would be about 3.5 million dollars today) to build and was completed in 1861. However Smith Daniell lived in the home only a few weeks before he died at the age of 34.

When completed, the home contained over 25 rooms, each with its own fireplace and among other innovations, featured interior baths supplied with water from a tank in the attic.

On the Main floor, flanking the broad hall, were the master bedroom, a bath, 2 parlors, a study and the library. In the ell off this part of the structure was located the dining room. Directly below in the above ground basement was the kitchen, with the two connected by a dumbwaiter. Also in this basement were a school room, an on-site dairy, several storage rooms, a commissary and a doctor's office.

On the third floor were an additional bath and 9 more bedrooms, each with their own fireplace.

Above the smaller 4th floor (which had a ballroom, but was never finished) there was a roof-top observatory.

During the American Civil War, the home was used by both Union and Confederate troops.

Confederate forces used the roof observatory as an observation platform and signal station. After the capture of the area by Union forces, the mansion was used as a hospital following the Battle of Port Gibson and as an observation station.

The home survived the war and continued to be used for social gatherings in the area. Mark Twain stayed at the home and is said to have used the roof observatory to observe the Mississippi River.

On 17 February 1890, a guest left a lighted cigar on a balcony (it is also said that someone dropped a cigar or cigarette in a pile of wood chips left by carpenters working on the 3rd floor).

The family said the fire started around 3:00 in the afternoon. They had planned a seated dinner and had gone into town to pick up the mail. Riding back they saw flames shooting through the shingled roof. The fire burned from top to bottom making it impossible to extinguish, and the house was completely destroyed in the conflagration.

The only remnants today are 23 haunting columns, a few pieces of china, and a set of the wrought-iron stairs and portions of the balustrade. The flight of stairs and the balustrade are now used at Alcorn State University's chapel down the road.

Finger of God.

OK, I found this in Port Gibson, Mississippi.

I call it the Finger of God. It is on the top of the steeple of the First Presbyterian Church. I always thought those Presbyterians were a little nutty.

Anyway, we stopped in Port Gibson to get some Benadryl for the girls because their bug bites were itching and they would not stop BITCHING about it. I ask the obviously Pentecostal lady checking us out "What's the deal with the gold finger on the church?".

She gave me a look that said "SINNER BE GONE!" and said "It's pointing to heaven, you know to God". I just said OK. Jay paid for the kids benadryl and we left.

Bitch please, I know you wear shorts around the house and watch TV. Don't pull the God card on me. I was Baptist and I'm an Episcopalian now. I might be drinking and whoooo, you don't know how crazy I can get when I start drinking whiskey. So Step OFF and point me in the direction of the nearest Interstate.

Love Lifted Me

I think I totally freaked out my Episcopalian Husband tonight.

Let me set this up....

We had been in Louisiana at my in-laws for the weekend. We decided to stay another night and make it a family day on Monday. We drove to see a plantation home and the Windsor Ruins. (Very Cool)

To make a long story short, we drove all over freaking Mississippi today. At 7 P.M. we finally we get to a Cracker Barrel in Hattiesburg and stop to eat and what do I see at the counter, a KENNY ROGERS CD.

Now I have to say that I have loved Kenny Rogers since I saw him at the Louisiana State Fair a jillion years ago. We buy the CD and the first song is Love Lifted Me. Part country with the chorus of the gospel hymn.

So, there is a part in the song where they sing the chorus two or three times. You know, it goes like this..

"Love Lifted Me, Love Lifted Me. When nothing else would work, you know, Love Lifted Me."

While the chorus was playing I decided to channel Bro. Herb Dickerson from the First Baptist Church of Jonesboro....

Now you all start singing the chorus.... Love Lifted Me......

I started speaking and this is what I said....

Now I stand here before you, asking you to let Jesus come into your heart. Every head is bowed, every eye is closed, every heart is open. Let him lift you up and move you down front.

We are going to sing one more verse, and I am going to ask the Lord God Our Savior Jesus Christ to lay his hand upon you heart. If you feel his tug, please join me up front now everyone joining me .... LOVE LIFTED ME, Love Lifted me,.....

I started laughing and looked at my husband. The look on his face was priceless.

I said NOW THAT'S A BAPTIST FOR YOU!

I am serious. He looked at me like I had three boobs and horn growing out of my head.

I finally said, "You have never been to a church where they do this at the end of the service.... never once, not even to visit?" and he said "NO". I could have asked him if he ate cow shit the way he answered me. It was really funny.

Bless his heart, I will never get him to go to a Baptist Revival with me, ever!

Can I get an Amen?

Undecided voters give me a rash.

I can't believe this election is going to be decided by UNDECIDED voters. That just makes my butt itch.

The people you see at the debates "a cross section of undecided voters" have you looked at them, I mean REALLY looked at them. I think there is something wrong with these people. Really. Maybe they are a little "slow", you know, short bus people.... not that there is anything wrong with that.

I just keep hearing about these UNDECIDED voters and I want to puke.

These are the same people I get behind in the drive thru at McDonalds. They take forever. It drives me nuts. It's a freaking McDonalds. Hamburgers or Chicken Nuggets. Coke or Sprite. Med. combo or Large combo. It's not brain surgery. Make a decision you wingnut.

It's these undecided, wishy washy, Joe and June Schmo's that piss me off.

Why don't you pick up a newspaper or magazine and read about the candidates. This election the candidates are EVERYWHERE. Damn people, use your fucking brain.

At this point I don't care who you vote for, just make an informed decision..... but I heard Obama is a Muslum who hates America and puppies.

WTF?

If you give Tax Cuts to people who DON'T pay Income Taxes, isn't that just a Once a Year Welfare Check from the Government?

The Best Mugshot

I saw this on Perez Hilton and laughed my ass off!

You must see this on Perezhilton.com: http://perezhilton.com/2008-10-09-mugshot-hall-of-fame-why-you-smiling


We can't tell if this bitch is crazy or just evil.

Police arrested 52 year-old Maverna Theresa Turay on Wednesday in Manatee County and charged her with aggravated battery with great bodily harm.

According to reports, Turay was arrested after she poured scalding hot water on her husband's groin!!!

OUCH!

Apparently she boiled the water and threw it on her hubby's groin while he was sleeping.

Talk about a bad way to wake up!

The guy sustained second degree burns and ran out of the house yelling while a relative was able to call 911.

Turay is currently being held at Manatee County jail on $7,500 bond.

As for the husband, he was flown to a Tampa hospital for treatment.

However, Turay did not give a reason for her actions, but did admit she had been drinking.

Crazy drunk!