Healthy

The guy I was traveling with is a vegetarian. I asked him why. He said "I love animals and hate vegetables."

I Kicked A Mouse to Death

We went grocery shopping today. We took Bebe. He waited in the car. When we got home Bebe ran to make a pee-pee. After he was done with his business he started playing with something in the grass. Everytime his paw went out to touch the thing he would jump back. It was cute until I walked over to see what he was playing with. A MOUSE! YIKES! If I was holding a broom and a chair was around I would have jumped on it and screamed. The mouse was about 2 inches big and his tail was about 5 feet long. He was little and gray. Bebe licked it.

After I threw up 76 times because I love to kiss Bebe - those days are over unless he gets a lip transplant. The mouse was limping. His little arm, paw, mouse claw was injured. He was making a little mouse sound. Bebe was loving it. He was putting his paw on the mouse and having the time of his life. Finally, Bebe found something smaller than himself and he was going to enjoy torturing it.

I kicked the mouse 3 times because:

1. I didn't want him to find the inside of my house.

2. I didn't want Bebe to eat it.

3. I didn't want it to bite Bebe.

4. Should I go on listing reasons?

Yeah, I kicked the mouse. Call PETA, Humane Society, Oakland County Animal Shelter, Michael Vick...

I killed him. I was sad for about .1 seconds.

He's in a better place. I'm a killer.

Hello Charles!

I love Charles Pugh. He's the sharpest dresser on TV. He talks well and on the radio he's an articulate guy. He states his opinions so well. On his radio show in the morning on 97.9 if it's windy outside he says "wig alert." If a car is stuck on the freeway causing a traffic jam he says something funny about that. He has "Pugh's Perspective" and talks about some good ole stuff. I have been following him since he started. He's on Channel 2 (remember Channel 2 before we got cable?) and I love to watch him do his thang.

He was thinking of running for Mayor of Detroit. Now just a spot with City Counsel. He's well liked in the city. He's gay but that has nothing to do with just how awesome he is.

While working at the Obama Rally on Sunday, guess who I ran into reporting on the rally? Charles Pugh! I waited for him to finish reporting. He came up to me and gave me the biggest hug and kiss. Holy guacamole did he smell good! Some of his cologne rubbed off on me during our bear hug and I was smelling him all day. He was so friendly and well dressed. We stood around and talked. I gave him some Obama pins (sold some to the camera men) and set off on my way. He left such a great impression.

I hope he wins a seat on the City Counsel. If I lived in Detroit I would vote for him. I would make pins that say "JEW FOR PUGH" and sell them around the city.

I just wanted everyone to know...he's one great guy! "Who? Pugh!"

I'm Back!

You didn't know I was gone but I'm back. I'm happy to be home. I'm happy to be sitting in front of my computer telling you this story.

Thursday night I answered an ad to work on Sunday. In Detroit. For the Obama Rally. That night I was on my way to North Carolina.

How did I get there you say? I wasn't planning this trip. I had no urge to go to North Carolina but there I was. Guys with gold teeth everywhere. Accents thick as stew. Beautiful scenery and nice people. We were in the bible belt.

I used to sell Obama pins/buttons for this functioning drunk named Bill. I found him in June. At Hart Plaza. I sold pins for him and made a ton of money in just 3 hours. It was fun! I was addicted to the money. Bill asked me to sell glow sticks for him at local fireworks. I did. The money was great! Easy work. I get to use my loud mouth. Money flows in.

Bill and I got into an arguement because I asked him to give me some buttons to sell in Farmington for the Obama rally and he told me to stay in my place as a seller. Don't be his secretary. I was just trying to help him. He got offended. He must have been drunk.

Bill called me sweet as pie to work at the McCain rally at Freedom Hill. I worked. The Republicans - not as nice as the Democrats - not as fun - were so stuffy and snobby. They were cheap. Most of them came to the rally wearing suits and dresses. How fun is that? Amongst 3,000 people there was one black couple and everyone looked at them like they had the plague. Even me.

Bill called me to work at the Grand Rapids Rally. He never called me back with the details. I was done with Bill. This past weekend I found out that Bill was a crackhead. All the money we were making was going to his addiction. I shouldn't care because I got my cut of the profits but Bill drove from state to state selling these buttons and making serious cash. Enough to retire until the next election but he loved his drink and smoke too much. Dumb ass Bill.

While working for Bill I met some 31 year old Hippies. Man (Daniel) and wife (Casey.) SO nice and so cool. They don't drink. Do drugs. They both sport dredlocks. They were a perfect cute couple. They were all about money. The wife did henna tattoos. The man sold Obama tee shirts. They would be at every rally. Bill knew them from traveling around. Told them I was his best seller.

Thursday night I answered an ad to work at the Obama rally on Sunday in Detroit. Turns out the ad was posted by Dennis the Hippie. He was so happy he found me. I was so happy I found him. He told me he was planning on stealing me from Bill next time he saw me. Dennis asked me what I was doing tonight. I told him going to sleep pretty soon since it was 9:30 p.m. He told me to get up. Come to their hotel room and go to North Carolina with them for an Obama rally. I asked a million questions. Bobby drove me to where they were and we left. We drove to Columbus first to pick up the merchandise. We slept there. Then off to NC! It was SO fun. In a minivan sat Nicole from Miami, Bob from California, Louis from the Bahama's and yours truly. All of the greatest sellers from around the globe that he's picked up here and there during his travels. We had a blast. Eating at gas stations. Seeing the sights. Making jokes and just being carefree. We drove through boring Ohio, West Virginia and beautiful Virginia. OH GOD I LOVE THAT PLACE! We got to Greensboro, NC and settled in a nice room. Nicole and I in one room and the guys in the other. Nicole and I bonded right away in Ohio. She is such a sweet person. We set up the next day and sold our butts off. We pounded the pavement. We talked to so many nice southerners. The people so excited to see Obama. Us so excited to take their money. The speech Obama made gave me goosebumps. He spoke - they had speakers so the entire city could hear. There were about 10,000 people at this rally and the entire city was quiet while he spoke. It was truly a life moving experience. Someone passed out in the front row. Obama stopped his speach until EMS came to make sure they were alright. A true gentleman. 30 Secret Servicemen on top of all the tall buildings holding huge guns...scanning the audience. Police everywhere. The moment was so intense. History. Ya gotta love it.

After the speech we sold buttons like crazy. People were crying. People were holding hands. People were hugging. I stood there amazed.

We packed up drove to the airport and flew back home. My entire trip was paid for by Dennis. My food was paid for. I came home with money. I saw part of the United States that I've never seen before and was paid for it. Life is grand.

Nicole slept at my house that night. She has been traveling with Dan for weeks. Sleeping in hotel rooms. No clean clothes. No real food. I guess the Hippies don't wash clothes. They bought new ones when the clothes were too dirty to wear anymore.

I washed Nicoles clothes, I gave her my daughters bed to sleep in (she was sleeping at a friends house that night.) I made her comfy and she was so greatful!

Next day we woke up and headed downtown for the Detroit Rally. Since Obama has been to Detroit so many times no one needed anymore pins or tee-shirts. We didn't make that much money but it was still fun. Obama has such a way with speaking. He moves the crowd. He appeals to so many. Our "Republicans for Obama" pins sold out.

After the Detroit Rally Dan asked me to go with them to Reno, California and Oregon tonight. All expense paid. Just come and sell. I really thought about it. How often do you get an offer like that? I don't think I'll be going but I may change my mind in the last hours. I love money and I love to travel. We leave tonight and come back Wednesday. It's tempting. I may just ditch the family and hop on a flight to Reno tonight.

Next election...watch out...Pam is opening up her own business!

Lot's O Computers

Our family of 5 now has 6 computers. My husband just got a new laptop and gave me his old one. I don't mind hand me downs. Like the safe I got for no good reason...I wanted a laptop...for no good reason. I want a boat next. Remember I said I don't mind hand me downs. A used boat is fine...as long as it stays a float.

My husband loves things that plug in or take batteries. He's an electronicaholic. We have ipods, digital picture frames, camcorders, digital cameras, an iphone, Blackberry, Treo, Palm Pilot, and Sirius. He even has a bank that takes batteries to calculate how much change he puts in. If the power ever goes out we'll be bored. We need a generator. We need a defibrillator. We need an electric car. Then I think we'll own every single thing that can be plugged in or take batteries. I'm shocked our electric bill isn't 10 million a month.

We have things we might never use. An electronic tree branch cutter that has a 20 foot pole, leaf blower, and a new addition...a Cuisinart Griller. The pots and pans closet already has a waffle maker, George Foreman grill, Wolfgang Puck grill and outside a propane grill and charcoal grill and no one BBQ's.

So, what do we need another laptop for? Because we have 98 power surge stips all over the house and one outlet left to plug one last thing in. I hope nothing else comes out. I hope no one invents something new to plug in. I hope our house doesn't blow up.

WOWEEEE!

Last week - I had the best day of my entire 40 years of life! I discovered Faygo (are you ready for this?) Lemonade & Iced Tea mixed!!!! Yes, you are reading right! It's true. I'm not making this up. When I saw the bottle I fainted. I got up. Looked at the bottle twice. Fainted again. Faygo's version of Arizona Iced Tea's Arnold Palmer. Hang on I feel another fainting spell phew...almost passed out again.

For those of you that don't know...I cannot have any caffeine. None. No chocolate, no coffee, no dark pop, no smoked foods (don't ask me-ask my doctor about that one), no hot tea, no hot chocolate...you get the point. I've suffered almost 15 years without having a piece of chocolate or tasted hot chocolate. My lips quiver for iced tea with a hint of mint. I would love to have a cup of coffee. I've never had Starbucks or those fancy shmancy drinks they serve. I've been deprived. Maybe it's good. I don't know what I'm missing. Sure there is herbal teas but nothing compares to the taste of just plain ole tea with some honey in it when you're sick.

Kraft made Postum (a coffee substitute) but just when I discovered it about 3 years ago...they took it off the shelf. DAMN!

Back to the Faygo Lemonade/Iced Tea mix...my mouth is watering. Wasn't Faygo cheap? It's $1.49 for a 2 liter but that doesn't stop me. I love it. It's so good. I bet it tastes nothing like a real Arnold Palmer but I'll never know what a real one tastes like anyway. This new Faygo is caffeine free and that's all I care about.

There is one problem. You can only buy it in Detroit. You can't find it anywhere in these parts. I don't mind. Some people drive to Detroit for their hair care products because there isn't any good beauty supply stores around here. Some people drive to Detroit for drugs but I drive there for Faygo. I buy 4 2 liters and one little bottle. I drink the little bottle on the way home. I put my 2 liters in the seat next to me and put the seat belt on them. God forbid anything happen to them.

I remember my Aunt Sharon LOVED Faygo Peach pop. She hated the carbonation so she would stir and stir the pop in her glass so the fizz would go away. Then she found Hi-C Peach drink. No carbonation with the peach flavor. She was so happy (like I feel right now) they discontinued that flavor. I felt so bad for her.

My grandparents would buy seltzer water. They would deliver it to the house (I think) and it would squirt out of a cool metal spout. The bottles were recycled. I remember they used to drink it and burp so loud the curtains would blow like a 180 mph wind passed by. Seltzer water in the fancy glass bottle became too expensive so they stopped buying it. They had blinds on the window by then but I'm sure the burps that were belted out would have bent the blinds sideways.

Faygo was always a side item to all of the Cokes and Pepsi's. I think now it's becoming more popular than it ever was. It must be if they can charge $1.49 for it when Coke and Pepsi products are only .99 cents.

Since all of my favorites get taken off the shelf or discontinued I decided to dedicate 1/2 of my garage to Faygo Iced Tea/Lemonade. The car can stay outside. The lawn mower, snow blower and bikes can sit out all winter. Too bad my safe isn't big enough and refrigerated because I would put it in there. My own private stock.

That's MINE!

This picture has nothing to do with this story. I just liked it. Funny isn't it?

I've been fighting again. This time it was for a good reason. Last week Briana wanted to go see her school -vs- the other schools football team. It was Friday night. I dropped her off so she could meet her friends there. I gave her my OAA Pass (Oakland Athletic Association) you & another person get into any Oakland Athletic game for free. Money is tight and I couldn't afford the $10.00 ($5 for the game plus $5 to eat the junk they sell.)

At the ticket booth they told her to show her pass at the gate. She did. They took the pass. I had to go through hell and high water to get that pass. That pass gets me into all of her Volleyball games for free. They are supposed to look at the pass and give it back to her. They kept it. She text messaged me "Pam, they took and kept the pass." I was long gone already and didn't feel like going back again. I did my grocery shopping then headed back to get my daughter and my pass.

I went to the ticket booth. They directed me to the gate. I asked the gate people where my pass was. They told me they didn't know. I started to feel my anger boiling. "WHO THE PASS THAT YOU TOOK FROM MY DAUGHTER????"

They rushed to find out who took it.

The Athletic Director came to the gate to speak to me.

ME: You have my pass and I'd like it back.
AD: You know kids aren't allowed to use the pass.
ME: I didn't know that.
AD: I'm really not allowed to give it back to you.
ME: OH yeah? I really think you should give it back to me.
AD: Where did you get it from?
ME: Listen, I don't want to cause problems. Please give me my pass back.
AD: I was just wondering where you got it from.
ME: I'm Rona Glenn's....
AD: (interrupting me) YOU AREN'T RONA GLENN! I KNOW RONA GLEN AND YOU AREN'T HER!
ME: If you would let me finish my sentance I was going to tell you I'm Rona Glenn's secretary at Oak Park High School. THAT'S HOW I GOT THE PASS!
AD: OH cuz I knew you weren't Rona Glenn. I know Rona Glenn. She's the AD at Oak Park High School. She's black. I just knew you weren't....
ME: Would you please be quiet and give me back my pass?
AD: All you had to do was say where you got the pass from.
ME: Listen lady...I don't know your name. I really don't care who you are. You took my OAA pass and I want it back right now. I have things to do and I don't feel like standing here arguing with you.
AD: Well, you know I'm not supposed to give it back to you.
ME: I'll tell you what. If you don't give it back to me we're going to be having
problems that are way bigger than an OAA pass. I suggest you give it back to me right now or I'll make this entire football game stop playing. Trust me on this.

I got my pass back.