My Kinda Blond Bombshell!!

"At the root of all these noble races, the beast of prey, the splendid blond beast prowling greedily in search of spoils and victory, cannot be mistaken."
Friedrich Nietzsche

Meet Alan Smith ... He was purchased by Manchester United last Summer and some unpleasant rumors have begun to circulate about Newcastle United trying to buy him from Man Utd. during the Summer transfers. This MUST NOT happen. The fans have eagerly, fully accepted him as a Red.

Don't screw this up Sir Alex. I understand that the pitch is forward heavy. There is Ruud, Solskjaer, Saha, Alfred E. Rooney, Bellion, Scholes, and the little prick who will remain nameless. Ruud and Ole will stay, but will retire in a couple (few?) of years. Scholes will stay, but will retire in the next couple of years. Rooney will become one of the cornerstones as will (unfortunately) the little prick. Get rid of Saha and/or Bellion. Getting rid of Smithy is NOT an option. He is only 24. I survived getting rid of Diego Forlan, but I will not survive this. The Prince Consort knows that I will be horrid to live with if it happens, so have mercy on the poor bastard.

Down the road, a great powerhouse rotation can be created ... that is if Man Utd is patient and if Alan can hang in there. He has already shown that he has the talent! The chance is in the offing!

Me, I am not a fan of blonds, but I love this guy. He plays hard (ooh!), is exciting to watch on the pitch, has a great smile, and man, his bod is hot under that kit ;^) An all around delectable dish.

Stay cool and safe!

P.S. Rumor is now that Alan is happy at Old Trafford. The fact that Alan Shearer of Newcastle is not retiring, but is going to stay another year helps the situation. I am still leery, but it helps

Eeewww...

"I hate food that is creepy."
-- The Queen of the Land

I have been trying to eat better and more healthy. I thought that having yogurt in the morning would be a good way to get calcium and it would be a tasty filler.

Stoneyfield yogurt is disgusting. I literally almost just puked making myself finish the French Vanilla. There is nothing worse than opening up a plastic container and seeing a massive glob of what appears to be a lardlike substance floating in some fluid that you know isn't water. *SHIVER* Like a little body organ in a jar. Then you start stirring it ... and then, once you get the lumps out, it looks like a lovely mass of glistening mucus that you just coughed up.

I made the mistake of trying a brand that seemed more natural... more organic... more earthy crunchy. What a jerk, hey? Screw that. I am going back to my mainstay!

My people, I am OFFICIALLY proclaiming the following:

By Appointment
to Her Majesty,
Queen of the Land,
Colombo Yogurt
has been declared THE yogurt of all her lands.

Not only is there no stirring, but you also get 2 extra ounces. They have several flavors and some that actually taste like a dessert. Yummy! I will never stray again Colombo! And neither should any of my subjects in my Kingdom!

Stay cool and safe!

Acquired By Eminent Domain ...

I am blatantly ripping off the entire text of Lt-Smash's March 29th post. It is a must read and I can't even come close to capturing it any better than he does. He is truly an amazing blogger.

So here it goes:

Looking in the Mirror

PORTUGUESE POET Paulo José Miranda reflects on what "America is."

1. The duty of every American is to make America grow. And every one who makes America grow is American. In Europe, it doesn’t make sense for a citizen of a country to immigrate to Germany, for instance, and become German, but to come to America and become American makes total sense. Coming to America is in itself already being American. To come is not to visit; those who come don’t go. America is not a natural country. It’s a created country; an invention of human beings. Since World War I, the story of the world is to come to America.
[…]

5. If Europe is the past of America, the former USSR was a reaction to America. USSR was also a human invention, but it was an invention against-time, it was an invention against-America. The USSR wanted to change the world. The USSR wanted to change history. The USSR tried to be a floodgate against the course of history, it tried to be a floodgate against the course of the world. The USSR wanted to be what America already was: the comprehension of the world.

6. It doesn’t make sense to say, unless in medieval terms, that America wants to rule the world. It doesn’t make sense, because America is the world. It is the world not for having conquered it; but because the world lives from, for and against America. The term New World also doesn’t make sense anymore.

7. The terrorist act against United States of America and its people, on the sad day of September 11, 2001, wasn’t an act against civilization – as some later said – it was an act against the world. Terrorism is the world against itself.

8. One can be American never having been to America. To be American is to wish well for America. Whoever wishes well for America makes it grow? To want to go to America is what there is more of in the world; this craving is an overwhelming good. To wish well for America is to make the world grow.

[…]

13. Japan is the Orient of America. It certainly is so since it lost the war. While the bomb was still in the skies over Hiroshima, Japan was already becoming America.

14. Shanghai is China being America (China Americanizing itself). Today, this is China’s greatest problem; to know how it can Americanize itself without ceasing to be itself. But this extreme problem of identity isn’t just a problem for China: it is a problem for the world. How can the world be different, being equal? How can one be and not be American? What is it to be an Americanized country?

15. Hollywood is a satellite of Earth.

16. The internet Americanized the world more than Hollywood had already done. Wherever there’s Internet, there’s America. Wherever there was Roman Law, there was Rome.

Does Miranda understand us better than we understand ourselves?

Very awesome if you ask me!

Stay Cool and Safe!

Yes... we've made up

"God wills a full life for us all,
Loves us with tender care,
Asks us to take the sacrifice
Of broken life to share."
-- Paul R. Gregory

Well... for a long time now... months now, I have been pretty pissed at God. I have pretty much been blowing Him off. With much guilt, but not much regret, I have stood up JC for our Sunday date for I don't know how long. I just haven't been in the mood to deal with what I perceive is ... His crap. *SIGH* I have had an idea of what I wanted my life to be like and things that were integral to my happiness still don't even seem to be mirages on the horizon. My upcoming birthday celebration is certainly not helping matters. Rage and sorrow doesn't even come close to describing what I feel at His disregard of what I want... He really has been a prick.

Now, don't get all offended and think, "Oooo.. blasphemy." I feel that I have a very close bond with the guy. Kind of like the family member that is always there for you, completely dependable, but has just enraged you, so you are going to put the deep freeze on them for a while. You know they will always be there for you, so you take advantage of the luxury of taking them for granted. I think if I didn't care about Him so much, I wouldn't feel so furious. (BTW, I say "Him" for tradition sake... to me God encompasses everything... not male or female... just everything.)

And then Easter happened. I always read at the vigil. My reading usually takes place during the portion of the Mass when the church is in darkness. After I shuffle off the alter, praying that I don't go "Ass over tea kettle", as the Old Fox would say, the Gloria is sung and all the lights are turned on. A feeling of surpise, shock from the brightness, and happiness always overtakes me. JC has risen. Time for new beginnings. Time to reassess what I want our relationship to be. Of course, He is always right, so I have decided to compromise, as I always do. I have decided to focus on the positive things He has blessed me with. Be happy with what I have instead of dwelling on what I want and don't have. Maybe by changing the focus, the other will come *CROSSING FINGERS... EM.. I MEAN CROSSING MYSELF* :^Þ

So, my children, keep your eyes peeled mid-April for a positive post about my Birthday... Not the one I had prepared to write last week, which included a glock to my temple :-Þ

Stay cool and safe!

Not my post, but one I think is important...

"Truth engenders hatred of truth. As soon as it appears, it is the enemy."
Tertullian (c. 150–230)

Here is a post from Democracy in Iraq (Is here!) that I thought was one that all should read. It's fair and I think hopeful, and yes, lengthy. I always think it is important for me to read what the people who are actually living the situation have to say. The old "Walk in my shoes" philosophy. Anyhoo, here it is:

Sunday, March 20, 2005
2 Years
"It has been now two years since the United States, UK and other countries invaded our nation. It has been two years since Iraqis have had to live with daily violent attacks and rampant terrorism. It has been two years since our nation began being turned upside down. It has been two years since the road to democracy began.

It has been a very hard two years. So many people have died, so much has been destroyed, so many drops of tears and blood have been shed, so many have been robbed of loved ones, and so many words have been spoken about Iraq, it's future, and this war.

Two years...seems like yesterday that I was awoken by bombs going off in Baghdad, and the realisation that my life and that of my country was going to change. That very day I remember being scared that my house might be destroyed by a bomb, or that my relatives who were forcibly put into the Iraqi army might be killed.

Two years since Saddam came on TV, and pledged that Iraq would never fall. Little did he know, he surrendered like a rat in a whole only months later. Two years since my father had a heart.

Two years is about 730 days. In those days what have I seen. My eyes have seen more than I had ever hoped, more blood, more death and more pain, then I ever imagined or hoped I would have seen.

In those days I have seen the worst of humanity, the animal that lives in all humanity, the ability of humanity to destroy at will others, and rob the life given to others by God almight himself.

So you ask me, Husayn, was it worth it. What have you gotten? What has Iraq acheived? These are questions I get a lot.

To may outsiders, like those who protested last year, who will protest today. This was a fools errand, it brought nothing but death and destruction. I am sheltered in Iraq, but I know how the world feels, how people have come to either love or hate Bush, as though heis the emobdiement of this war. As though this war is part of Bush, they forget the over twenty million Iraqis, they forget the Middle Easterners, they forget the average person on the street, the average man with the average dream.

Ask him if it was worth it. Ask him what is different. Ask him if he would go through it again, go ahead ask him, ask me, many of you have.

Now I answer you, I answer you on behalf of myself, and my countrymen. I dont care what your news tells you, what your television and newspapers say, this is how we feel. Despite all that has happened. Despite all the hurt, the pain, blood, sweat and tears. These two years have given us hope we never had.

Before March 20, 2003, we were in a dungeon. We did not see the light. Saddam Hussain was crushing Iraq's spirit slowly, we longed for his end, but knew we could not challenge him, or his diabolical seed who would no doubt follow him and continue his generation of hell on Earth.

Since then, we now have hope. Hope is not a tangible thing, but it is something, it is more than being blinded by darkness, by being stuck in a mental pit without any future.

Hope has been the greatest product of the last two years. No doubt, many have died, many have died by accident or due to crimes. But their sacrifices are not, and will not be for nothing. I refuse to let it be, and my countrymen stand with me.

Our cities are smoking, our graveyards full, and terrorists in our midst. But we are not defeated. We are not down, we are not regretful. We are not going to surrender. For all that the two years have brought, the greatest thign they have given us is a future, and a view of the finish line.

Iraqis see the finish line, the finish line of freedom and democracy and a functioning nation. We can smell it, taste it, and like a sprinter, one who has broken his legs, but who has a heart full of passion, we will crawl there no matter what the cost. No matter what we must endure, we have realized what we can become, and that is the biggest result of the last two years.

Noone can take that from us. Not the terrorists, not those who want to question the good of the removal of Saddam, not those who want to reduce our glory for politics, none.

We have been brought from darkness to light. And not only has the future been made better for Iraq, but the martyrs of our nation, their blood is watering the roots of democracy across the world. We are watching our neighbors come closer to the light, and this only pushes us more, and makes us stronger in our burning desire to reach the finish line, to realize the dream that our people have had for so long.

No, we will not give up, and we will not say that the last two years were a waste. They for all their trouble have been momentus. They for us, have been a turning point in history. Whether or not you agree, this is how it looks from Iraq."

Stay Cool and Safe!

Beannachtai na Feile Padraig!

"Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh!"
(St. Patrick's Day blessing upon you!)

"Pionta Guinness, le do thoil!"
(A pint of Guinness, please!)

I always send the following to me Bro', Mick, every St. Patrick's Day, so I thought I would share it with the rest of you here. It's long, but I think it is powerful. For me, it works. There are many versions out there, usually with the sixth stanza not included. A victim of political correctness if you ask me...

Lorica of Saint Patrick
I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through a belief in the Threeness,
Through confession of the Oneness
Of the Creator of creation.

I arise today
Through the strength of Christ's birth and His baptism,
Through the strength of His crucifixion and His burial,
Through the strength of His resurrection and His ascension,
Through the strength of His descent for the judgment of doom.

I arise today
Through the strength of the love of cherubim,
In obedience of angels,
In service of archangels,
In the hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
In the Prayers of patriarchs,
In preachings of the apostles,
In faiths of confessors,
In innocence of virgins,
In deeds of righteous men.

I arise today
Through the strength of heaven;
Light of the sun,
Splendor of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of the wind,
Depth of the sea,
Stability of the earth,
Firmness of the rock.

I arise today
Through God's strength to pilot me;
God's might to uphold me,
God's wisdom to guide me,
God's eye to look before me,
God's ear to hear me,
God's word to speak for me,
God's hand to guard me,
God's way to lie before me,
God's shield to protect me,
God's hosts to save me
From snares of the devil,
From temptations of vices,
From every one who desires me ill,
Afar and anear,
Alone or in a multitude.

I summon today all these powers between me and evil,
Against every cruel merciless power that opposes my body and soul,
Against incantations of false prophets,
Against black laws of pagandom,
Against false laws of heretics,
Against craft of idolatry,
Against spells of women and smiths and wizards,
Against every knowledge that corrupts man's body and soul.
Christ shield me today
Against poison, against burning,
Against drowning, against wounding,
So that reward may come to me in abundance.

Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks of me,
Christ in the eye that sees me,
Christ in the ear that hears me.

I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through a belief in the Threeness,
Through a confession of the Oneness
Of the Creator of creation

St. Patrick (ca. 377)

Stay cool and Safe! Slainté!

Day 5 of the Vigil

"Why so pale and wan, fond lover ... Prithee, why so pale?"
Sir John Suckling
"Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death."
Sébastien-Roch Nicolas De Chamfort

I am ill ... I wanted to let you all know that I am alive. I was apprehensive that my people would grow frightened by my long absence. The Prince Consort and others are holding vigil over my virus infected body. The Royal Physician cannot see me until Wednesday. The Dowager Queen is too plagued with this malady.

I will try to hold on until then. It will take all of my will power... I must not be seduced by the Duke of Death. Is that a light I see before me? NO! I shall turn away and focus! Focus on the people who need me ... those in my kingdom.

My children... pray... pray for my and the Dowager Queen's recovery. *COUGH* The end is near... *COUGH* ... I think this is how Elizabeth Linley met her end *GULP*.

Stay *COUGH* cool and *SNIFF* safe!

I am Thoreau with Winter...

"In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts, whose windows and doors are half concealed, but from whose chimneys the smoke cheerfully ascends..."
Henry David Thoreau

What a prick. I don't know about you, but Winter sucks and I am fn' sick of it. I think I can actually hear The Virginian Vixen snickering.

The last two weeks have been a misery. It is making both the Prince and I quite grumpy and snippy. With the toe tragedy and me having the flu last week and keeping me away from my Kindgom and my lovely people... *GGRR*

To add insult to injury, the Prince Consort's chariot spun out and now there is quite the bill to be paid. Mechanics are pricks too. You never really know if they are being fair. God forbid, you don't have a dick. Then they really screw you... no pun intended.

Actually, I should say the automotive businesses are pricks, not necessarily the mechanics... That is unless the Mechanic owns the business.

Anyhoo, we involved the insurance company, which just makes us without the vehicle for longer. I am almost to the point that I am going to say screw it and let him get another car. I thought the following would do:



Ah, and it just happens to be at our romantic hideaway. I guess we'll just have to go over and get it :) Hee! Hee!

A girl can be delusional!

Stay cool and safe!

Medicated With Some Bad Ass Man Candy

I just needed my Roy fix today. Thought the ladies might enjoy the view too!



Image courtesy of Matthew Peters/Manchester United/Getty Images.