Thursday, January 31, 2013

Sweet Dreams Blog Buddies


Restoring States' Rights

This was sent to me by the author, Ron Holland for review and posting if I felt it ran true. I believe in a return to States' Rights.  There is a part of my very Texan soul that would welcome a sovereign Texas. regardless of the naysayers. This is a very interesting read. There are actually four parts, the Intro, Axiom 1, Axiom 2 and Axiom three. I read all parts before deciding to link. It's a very thought-provoking read and well worth the time.

"By any political, cultural or economic measure the nations of the West are in total decline. The historic virtues of hard work, free-market thinking and a common cultural integrity as well as religious and historical principles are gone. They have been subverted and replaced by an emphasis on rampant materialism and a consumer driven society that exceeds 70 percent of GNP in addition to private and public debt. Furthermore, a kind of parasitism has laid claim to Western culture by which sports stars, politicians, media darlings and financial scam artists get recognition and exorbitant incomes while real workers find their incomes falling and promised benefits curtailed."

How to Restore the West

Axiom 1: Advance Individual and Regional Sovereignty Over Elite and Global Governance Control

Axiom 2: Promote Human Action and Free-Market Thinking
This one speaks generally to the reasoning behind the actions of the III Patriots and the Citadel.

Axiom 3: Back to the Articles of Confederation as America's Central Government
This is the article sent by the author.

Back to decorating my dream house...

Reading room

Washroom off the library

Stairs up to the Master

In the Playroom

Needs no explanation,
Just let your imagination run wild.
Devil Tongue, hit the link for what REALLY turns me on....

Sealed With A KISS

A day late, but still fun. Forty years ago, yesterday, KISS played their first concert. My earliest memory of KISS was the summer my older brother snuck out of the house through my bedroom window (his had long since been nailed shut by Poppy) to run off with friends to see KISS in Lubbock. He was 16 and I was a tender and dorky 13. My folks were LIVID, and this was the first time I'd gotten in trouble because I didn't rat him out. It was also the first time Bubba didn't look at me with scorn and revulsion. Still didn't keep him from nicknaming me Pippi Porkasaurus.

Anyhoo, I wanted to know what all the hubbub was about, so I listened to some of his records. Yeah, I said records. LPs, vinyl. The good stuff. (I still know how to cue up a song on an album, good times.) I listened to Rock n Roll All Night, and couldn't figure out what was so bad. These were good, responsible young men. And for the next ten years, I could be heard singing:

"I wanna Rock n Roll allllll night..... and part of every day!"

See? Responsible. Only part of every day. They were probably doing chores or homework....or blondes.


Well, I'm glad that's settled...

I have friends on both sides of the handgun issue, those who believe easy access to hand guns is not good for this country and those who believe government has no business dictating ownership one way or the other.

I have gained valuable understanding from both arguments. I have made my final decision. Certain Americans, especially those who are more likely to become victims of crime, need to own and become proficient with handguns!

You had ONE job...

The Truth about WiserAngel


Ayn Rand Wisdom and my response

Someone sent me this great mom pic
and I can't remember who.
I hate not giving credit
Where credit is obviously due.
And that's my poem for the day.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Excuse me?!


Molon Labe, great read

According to multiple web sources, molon labe now translates to an unwavering, "Come and take it," as in Charleton Heston's defiant challenge at the 2000 NRA convention, "From my cold dead hands." Considering that the expression, in one form or another, has been quite forcefully and purposefully addressed to would-be tyrants by very strong and admirable men, from Leonidas to Heston, many of us find a sense of oneness with men of such resolve, embracing their defiance and applying it to our own determination to defend our constitutional right to keep and bear protective weaponry free from federal constraints.

Mexican Food and Gun Debate

Just spent an afternoon catching up with some college friends, two are currently professors, two are in the private sector, and one is on her fourth rich husband. If I ever scrap together the money, I'm getting the name of her plastic surgeon because her puppies are FABULOUS! You know how women bitch when men stare at their tits? I swear to God, they were staring at me. I kept trying to avoid "eye" contact; but no matter where I looked, they were there. Staring. But I digress. We were evenly divided. Two moonbat professors and a professional gold-digger against a John Deere dealer, an investment broker and me.
The conversation started out lively, each side passionately defending its position; but then talk turned to the last Gun Grab legislation (moonbats hate it when you say "gun grab", it's unseemly). And things really got interesting. We did the endless circle argument: Gun Free Zones don't work because criminals don't follow laws. Then destroy all the guns, destroy the gunmakers, destroy anyone that has anything to do with guns. Only cops and military need guns, anyway. Oh really? If the privately owned guns are all destroyed, and gun manufacturers are destroyed, and gun dealers are destroyed, why do cops and the military need guns? ~crickets~ Well? Not everybody is going to turn in their guns, criminals will always find a way to get guns, crazy people will always find a way to do harm. So, gun laws don't work? Gun bans don't work? ~crickets~
Then, being the obnoxious redhead I am, I threw in the possibility that all of the federal ammo buildup, and the push to disarm American Patriots had more to do with the establishment of an authoritarian dictatorship. Stunned silence, sputtering, and then the accusations of racism, hatred, blah, blah, blah. I thought the John Deere dealer was going to take the English professor out in the parking lot and whup him. But through all this, the interesting thing was the Gold-digger's reaction. As her side got louder and meaner, she got quieter and almost sad. The party broke up shortly after that little discussion with the two professors paying "their fair share" and not a penny more, the rest of us covering the tab and a healthy tip for the poor waitress who bravely waded in a time or two with some good points. Hugs to my friends, and Stacy (no longer the gold-digger in my mind) followed me to the momvan.
"Do you really believe what you just said?"
"Unfortunately, Stacy, yeah I do."
"Oh, my husband talks about it a lot, but I don't really listen. I thought he was just talking shit. Um, is there any info out there? That I can look at?"
I handed her a copy of "It's the Constitution, Stupid" and "III to Liberty", a couple of III cards, and my phone number. Gave her a hug and told her to call if she had any questions; I don't have all the answers, or most of the answers, but I have great resources. And a badass mentor.
Moral of the story? Some of the sheeple don't have their heads shoved so far up their asses that they can't hear the truth. Keep talking, shine the Light of Liberty so those searching can find you.

Marilyn vs. Mae: Sex Goddess vs. Sex Kitten

I am, without a doubt, a Fluffy-American. There, I'm hyphenated now. I will be a HEALTHY Fluffy-American, but the fact of the matter is I'm always going to be more Rubenesque than Twiggy-esque (damn girl, show your age). A lot of people use Marilyn Monroe as an example of a beautiful, full-figured woman. The truth is, she was tiny. Even by today's standards.

During her career, Marilyn Monroe's size fluctuated from a 2 to 6, depending on the emotional turmoil in her life. At a petite (to me, I'm a freaking Amazon) 5'5" and 115-120 pounds, Marilyn was a typical starlet. True, compared to today's freakishly anorectic actresses and models who cringe at a size above 0, she was quite, um, fluffy. Hell, she was bodacious, a 36D with a 22-inch waist. Barbie was jealous.

The average woman today is between a 12-16, 150, with a 32-inch waist. Of course, there are still the petite little darlings in their Size 0 jeans; and one of these days, you'll see me on the news after I'm arrested for sitting on one and force-feeding her a damn sammich. But the rest of us live is a much larger world. In my wedding pics, I'm a size 12, 150 lbs, and perfectly happy with that size. That's my goal, That's where I'm aiming.

I'm not a Marilyn, I'm more of a Mae West. Mae was another petite icon (5'2"), but much fluffier at 120-140. She had hips and boobs, a trim waist and a kick-ass attitude. So I'm not a Sex Goddess, they die tragically at an early age. I'm going to be a Sex Kitten, they just get older and fluffier.

The Second American Revolution

And more Bob Basso awesomeness
Thanks to my friend, Becky W.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Tuesday Tuneage


Wet Pussy in the Shower

Just doing a little experiment. See how many, um, gentlemen, googling for this specific item get lured into my blog. Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Oh, and for my regular dudes, I'm truly sorry for the cruel twist of fate. I added a topless pic of me...

Bacon Palooza II for Autism in NYC

OMG! Dudes and Dudettes, I don't know if any of y'all are anywhere near NYC,
All y'all know my interest, nay PASSION for kids with Autism,
And my passion for Bacon? Legendary.
The best of BACON supporting Kids with Autism? Epic WIN.
The tickets are really reasonable, one-day pass for $30 (advance),
three-day pass for $85 (advance).
I know some of y'all could eat that much in a day.
I would give a nice sum of money to see Wirecutter
at a Bacon Palooza in New York City.
Actually, I'd probably need to hold on to that
for bail.
For more information on Autism:

Is it time for bed yet?

Ack! pllbbbbtttt!

Okay, I have seriously slacked off on the workouts, diet and pretty much anything that has to do with health and fitness. As I was shoveling blackened chicken fettuccine Alfredo into my mouth last night, I glanced over at the elliptical monster and realized the little spider spinning a web between its arms was the only one getting a workout. 

Jeans are feeling a bit snug this morning. I could blame it on PMS bloating, but I'm pretty sure you dudes don't want to hear that, right? So I'll blame it on the four 32 oz. Cokes, the can of Pringles, the pan of Rice Crispie treats, the evening cocktails, the late night Blueberry Pop-Tarts.... hmmmm, did I miss anything? Oh yeah, the impromptu box of Valentine's chocolates. I think that's it. No wait, the swing through McD's yesterday and a pint of Chunky Monkey ice cream. What, me stressed? Naw, perish the thought.

I didn't fall off the wagon, I dove off doing a triple gainer with a full twist. I am somewhat ashamed. Truly.

So today, I'm going to be a good girl. I had an egg white omelet with veggies, a bowl of Muesli (which I'm pretty sure is Swedish for "mulch") and a glass of grapefruit juice. Mmmmm. yummy. Mid-morning snack is going to be a NutraBlast smoothie of mixed dark berries and raw yogurt with chia seeds. Lunch, I guess chicken and spinach wraps. and dinner? Spicy sausage and lentil soup. I'm actually looking forward to the soup, it is one of my most popular creations. And it will clean you out with a vengeance. Just sayin'.

And I promise, with all that's in my fluffy little body, that I will work out tonight. I will. I promise. Someone's got to piss off the spiders.

Oh, and tomorrow, I'm going to shake things up a bit with a trip to the indoor rock-climbing arena. Nothing like a super tight climbing harness to emphasize one's derriere.

Happy Dance!

I finally got to the Post Office to pick up my mail (they HATE me, I go every 7-10 days, whether I need to or not), and pick up a little package from WiscoDave! Yippee!

Last week he offered me a leather holster for my Sig, and it's gorgeous!!!!! ~sniffing deeply, nose buried in leather~ Damn, love that smell.

The bad news, it doesn't fit my P239. At all. The good news? SHOPPING!!!!! I have my eyes on one of these:
Sig Sauer P226 .40 S&W

Thank you Wisco! *huge hugs*

Good Morning!

Rise and shine! Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed! Yeah, me neither, but what are you going to do? Here's some cleavage to jump-start your Tuesday.

Monday, January 28, 2013

A Brief Facepalm Tutorial (again for wirecutter)

I imagine Wirecutter has perfected the Implied Facepalm.

For wirecutter

because I KNOW how much you love the Zombie Apocalypse...

"Chances are, you're already surrounded by mindless,
bloodthirsty half-alive, subhuman wretches. An actual zombie
outbreak would just give you an excuse to do something constructive."
(didn't want you to have to break out your reading glasses. *hug*)
Is that better:

2A Rights in Deep Blue WA State

Sent in by readers on Orca Island

"This is a town meeting from Oak Harbor WA on Whidbey Island.
As you know we are a very blue state and liberal assholes run
amok. Watch to the end. Great mayor. Stupid motherfucker
council member and even a chickenshit audience."

LinkyLove for The Broken Patriot (The Anti-2A List)

We have talked about a list, and I don't think any list is going to be completely comprehensive because the maggots keep crawling out of the rotting flesh of our country (ewwwww, just grossed myself out, but you get the picture). We'll keep adding to it, keep publicizing the varmints as they come to light. But the list compiled by the NRA can be found at The Broken Patriot. And folks, it's a doozy.

To prevent wrinkling and shrinkage...

make sure you hang your ballerinas to dry.

4 dozen cookies of your choice to the first dude (or dudette)
who can tell me what's missing...

A little Monday afternoon Junk in the Trunk

Hah! You dudes are soooooo easy...

Oh Dear, MissK?!

Help me out with this one?
Could this possibly be angrymike and doubletrouble2?

Seattle Awesomesauce

Oh, I just love irony on a crisp winter morning. Found this over at Independence Declaration. When the 2nd Amendment meets Free Enterprise, everybody wins. Well, everybody except for the gun grabbers. Heh. ~snort~ The smell of Liberty.

"Police officers in Seattle, Washington held their first gun buyback program in 20 years this weekend, underneath interstate 5, and soon found that private gun collectors were working the large crowd as little makeshift gun shows began dotting the parking lot and sidewalks. Some even had “cash for guns” signs prominently displayed.

Police stood in awe as gun enthusiasts and collectors waved wads of cash for the guns being held by those standing in line for the buyback program."

Go read the whole thing. Please, it will give you Monday giggles. Apparently $100 and $200 gift cards are trumped by supply and demand cash. Heh heh heh ~snort~ sorry.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Remember these?

For those of you with kids, or grandkids, who want to pass these gems along, just found them on Amazon. Every single Schoolhouse Rock song, grammer, math, history, science, is on this collection for a measly $13.00. Just ordered four, one for each girl and each of their classrooms.

Late Night Corsette Heaven

Pushing you head-first into Monday....

Bullet to the Head

"It (2nd Amendment) has to be stopped, and someone really has to go on the line, a certain dauntless political figure, and say, "It's ending, it's over, all bets are off. It's not 200 years ago, we don't need this anymore, and the rest of the world doesn't have it. Why should we?"

"...until America, door to door, takes every handgun, this is what you're gonna have....It really is pathetic...We're living in the Dark Ages over there."

Not another cent, Mr. Stallone. You are done in the WiserAngel household.
I don't support traitors.

I keep them in a pretty box in my lingerie drawer

The Ultimate Stairmaster

I would spend all day running up and sliding down. Exercise for the Inner Child.


That little snack represents 734 calories, almost half of my daily caloric intake. One hour of hard-core aerobic workout. Sweat and pain and the feeling your lungs are on fire. Considering I haven't had a Coke or anything remotely chocolate in almost 3 weeks, AND considering I'm being crushed by PMS, depression, loneliness and a desire to shoot something, I figure the tradeoff of ONE hour of elliptical and Zumba is more than worth avoiding 20 to Life. Bon apetite.

The next person that tells me to "Keep Calm"


Words for the Citadel Pioneers

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Goodnight and Sweet Dreams

You're welcome.

Saturday Night Jams

Three Lessons From Today:
1. Getting kicked in the ribs hurts. Period.
2. Running two miles to unwind is stupid.
3. My Old Fashioned turned into a Tequila Sunrise when I wasn't paying attention. Which is probably why I thought a two mile run was a good idea.

Best running song tonight:

And a little Zeppelin
"Every inch of my love..."
Whoa mama...

Three Guesses

Who comes to mind?

What the hell?!


Yalumba, the Official Pussy Wine of Anti-Gun Liberals

Can someone tell me what the hell happened to Australians? When did the second most badass individualistic country (behind Texas, wink) become Lefty anti-gun sissies? To the point of demanding that everyone else be equally pussified? I'm not a member of the NRA, but seriously bad move on Yalumba's part. Sad, sad, sad.... what the hell would Crocodile Dundee think of this?!

"Philosophically, I'm not disposed towards the NRA, which runs counter to my family's, and I would think all my employees', positions on gun laws," Mr Hill Smith said.

"We will act to withdraw our stock or at least not service the account any longer."

The NRA's wine club list was highlighted to the Australian industry yesterday via social media, revealing that 20 producers were included in its international list run by a third party Vinesse, which manages wine clubs for a range of US enthusiasts.