Organizing Stacey Bolin By 2013: July 2012

Thursday, July 26, 2012

COSTLY BANTER VS. HUNGER - What a morning!

You know it's going to be a long day, when you hear something on the radio and your instantly triggered with an opinion. Now, 5:05am, I'd rather think of better things like; Is it the weekend yet? Is it payday? What could I make good for dinner? Will my husband and son be working late on the job tonight? But this wasn't the case for today. I was triggered by a commercial about hunger in America., followed by the topic of the day for people to call in and voice their opinions, "How the presidential candidates have been paying thousands upon thousands of dollars to slam, slander, bash, and out point the other ones current and past faults and do American's like this political banter or not." Now to know me is to know that I turn and run in the opposite direction on any topics that are politically charged, but this time I almost called in, but withheld doing so, as I work for the Radio station I was listening to.

Frankly, I was appalled to hear what people had to say. "REALLY FOLKS - THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS WAISTED SO EACH CANIDATE CAN POINT FINGERS ABOUT EACH OTHERS RIGHTS AND WRONGS AND YOU SAY IT’S OK TO SPEND THIS KIND OF MONEY!" How about this idea if you want to be the President. If you truly want the job or better yet...my vote. Put the money you spend to bash one another to more important issues. A perfect example; feed the hungry we have in the USA! Take all that money and put it towards the deficit that keeps growing every day. Stop the idea of taxing people who can't afford to buy into this new healthcare - and why can't they? They have been on unemployment for god only knows how long and they have to make bigger decisions - do we pay the electric today or do we feed our children? I am very tired of this political bullshit. I am tired of seeing people struggle. It rips my heart out when I hear that people I know are losing their homes because their financial investments are gone because of the bad economy, that good people are making bad decisions out of fear, anguish, and depression. People who are facing a personal hell, no matter the reason, the people around them suffer too.

To either candidate - If you want to be an effective President, no matter who is elected, then be a leader who listens to All the people ALL of the time, not some of the people all of the time that will better your growing resume. Remember gentlemen. You have, and the people throughout this world have, children who are also going to be affected by future tomorrows, long after your time in office, by the choices each of you make today. Don't stand at your podiums and tell us what we want to hear, show us that you heard us. Actions speak louder than words. Show us that the constitution really means something and is not just on display in Washington DC to bring in tourists to generate revenue.

The words within our constitution have depth, meaning, and soul.

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

What would our founding fathers think if they could see us now? How do you want to be remembered; for the way we once were, the way we are now, or the way we could be because someone dared to step outside the box and make a solid difference.

To my readers out there, again, this is merely my opinion. I’m not asking you to agree or disagree. I just found it to be so frustrating that callers were voicing their opinion why these endless high dollar election bash fest television ads are justified. All the while the commercial about how the family next door is privately starving stabs my thoughts like an endless beeping alarm clock without an off switch. Who knows maybe it was intentional to get people thinking, like the way it took hold of me. Before the radio came on, I pondered, maybe I’ll go back to bed. Now I sit wanting to vent as I just can’t seem to wrapped my head around the fact that it seems that priorities different across the board in the world of today vs. the world of yesterday.

Here’s hoping that the struggles that each of you may be facing, are met with strength, courage, and know that you are not alone. That one day the future will be so bright – We’ll all have to wear shades.

Thanks for joining me today and as always –Blog ya later.

Inspirational Song for the day.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ssv4Ht0wInU

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

"A Mother Just Knows"

Ben invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother couldn't help noticing how beautiful Ben's roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between Ben and his roommate and this only made her more curious.

Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Ben and the roommate than met the eye. Reading his mom's thoughts, Ben volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Allison and I are just roommates."

About a week later, Allison came to Ben and said, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. "You don't suppose she took it, do you?"

Ben said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll write her a letter just to be sure."

So he sat down and wrote: "Dear Mother, I'm not saying you 'did' take a gravy ladle from my house, and I'm not saying you 'did not' take a gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner."

Several days later, Ben received a letter from his mother which read:

"Dear Son, I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Allison, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Allison. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom"

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For some reason this joke of the day, brought a song to mind. Funny what things will trigger in the brain. Have a great day!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnjguD9M_v0

ABBA - Does your mother know?

Friday, July 20, 2012

Prayers & Thoughts

Our Prayers and Thoughts

are with the

victims, families,

and the

Aurora Community.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Signs you drink way to much coffee

http://bu3-ret-staceybolin.blogspot.com/2012/07/signs-you-drink-way-to-much-coffee.html

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

"Her Mustache - A True Story"

I find that not only does my house need organization at time, so does my computer files which are the reason I am posting this today. Enjoy. I found this story that I wrote back in March and decided that even though it is months after the fact, when I tell the story to friends, it generates some great laughs. So I figure, ah hell why not tell all of you. Everyone should have a good laugh once a day, even if it is at my expense. He’s one for today; feel free to share with your friends. I know as some point in people’s lives, everyone can relate to this.

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Well, OK, I did a dumb thing today. I have found that having a pedicure is a very relaxing process and since my feet are not that ticklish, I can hold my own and not make any sudden moves or end up in a burst of laughter and squirming around in my chair. I also have a family member that has found this to also be a nice treat, however not because he wants to explore his feminine side. He suffers from ingrown toenails periodically and so we have found that a trip to the salon actually, once a year, has helped reduce this tremendously. He was thrilled when he saw a man walk in today to have his feet tended too. He appeared to be a football or some type of sports player. I merely responded everyone should have this done at least once in their lives. It is very relaxing if you can get past the tickle, for those that are ticklish. So for me, I usually stick with having a manicure and pedicure, and am done.

So, when I go into these places, I generally know what it costs and what the process is and how long it takes. For some reason things were different this time. I had a momentary lapse in my judgment. This time I fell into the full Monty sales pitch for some additional beauty treatments. They wanted to wax my eyebrows.

“What’s wrong with my eyebrows?” I wondered as they kept on and on. For years I have used tweezers to prevent that overgrown cat whisker look. It has never hurt, and I have never had a problem keeping them shapely and even, but I went ahead and said OK, let’s do it. My thinking this time, sometimes tilling an area gives a new landscape guideline for trimming the hedges. We walked through the nail processing stations, past the massage chairs and soak tubes, where I left my family member to continue his pedicure, and went deep into the back of the salon into a very small room. In a matter of moments I found myself lying on a padded table, as the technician starts in with the small talk before what really lay ahead.

"You like thick eye brow, no?" she spoke with such an innocent and soft voice. She was a shy sounding woman of Asian, I think, decent. She was always smiling and when she spoke she would look directly into your eyes convincing you she could do no harm - who would have thought she could inflict such horror.

"Yes,” I said, “I prefer a thicker brown, but not a uni-brow." Of course I laughed, as I thought my comment was funny as an image of Eddy Munster came to mind.

From behind me, I could hear her rustling around putting things together and rounding up her gear to being my beauty treatment. Immediately a thick layer of rather hot wax was applied to the area between my eyebrows and eyes, followed by what looked to be like a piece of paper tape. In seconds it was done - a quick wax on, wax off. No pain, not even the feeling, of what I would like to call, a miss pull. You know, the one piece of hair you can see in the clutches of your tweezers, but when you go to yank it out, it pulls you eyelid out about six inches, makes your eyes water and the hair curls, not release. Come on people, raise your hands, you know you’ve felt this pain. Raise your hand and shake your head yes. Only you and I know why you’re raising your hand. Be proud to admit it – You’re human. Smile.

OK, let me get back to my story. So anyways, because I was feeling overjoyed that I experienced no pain, I was quickly suckered for the next process.

With a continued innocence in her voice she said, “You have hair on lip, not pretty. We wax?”

Feeling exceptionally confident, as if I had just been transformed into a Rachel Welch type beauty, and very embarrassed that she made a remark about those pesky think hairs that sporadically find a home on my upper lip, I agreed to keep going.

She quickly went back to her counter, fiddled through her facial hair processing products, and then began step two in my beauty transformation. This time, things looked a lot more industrial and I couldn’t help but wonder if the scattered hairs on my upper lip, which I also attack with tweezers, had tripled in numbers in less than two weeks. Last I knew I was not sporting a Tom Selleck look, I only had six hairs.

“We put more wax on, makes skin so smooth. Make you beautiful.” She smiled.

“Beautiful? Sure,” I said in a chipper voice. Oh I can be so naïve at times.

As she placed the wax on, she went further than my upper lip, you would have thought that I had a mustache like the father on Orange County Choppers, but I didn’t say anything, she knew what she was doing and the best part was that I knew it wouldn’t hurt. She put the white tape over the wax, but this time left it on as she proceed with the same process on the other side. At that point, an image of a scene in the Movie “Steel Magnolias”jumped into my head that as I lay there, I must have looked like Weeza.

She must have seen that movie after what happened next. She put her things away and then came over to me, got ready to pull the first piece of tape off, and smiled.

“OK…We Pull.”

I’m sure my upper lip had extended about three feet from the table as she grabbed the tape and yanked it like a really old sticky band-air on a very hairy leg. Yank it quick, get it over with. I immediately sat straight up. Dang I had no idea I had that kind of stomach muscles. My eye watered uncontrollably taking any makeup I had on my eye lashes, down my face.

“OUCH! What happened? My lip is on fire.” I yelled out. Again, she smiled, unaffected by my reaction to what I thought was going to be a pain free extra beauty treatment. It then donned on me, obviously this wasn’t the first time someone reacted in the manner. Here I am six foot tall, and this lady who stood all of five foot nothing, took me out with one pull. HOLY LIP PAIN BATMAN!

“You lay down, we do other side.”

“I still have another side to do!?” The thought of a second pull had me as scared as a long tail cat in a room filled with rocking chairs. I even pondered, maybe I could just leave and warm up the wax and remove it myself when I got home and use my husband’s razor to match both side. Course any person knows that with shaving, you run the risk of things growing back more lush.

“Trust me, I do it quick.”

Not wanting to walk around in public with hot wax and tape on my face, I laid back down to finish what I had started. Just as quickly as before, she grabbed and pulled, but things went horribly wrong. She had suffered a miss pull and only half the tape had been lifted. Now both eyes blurred my vision with tears and my nose decided to join in on the act and did its share of adding to this scene with various sizes of snot bubbles growing out of my nose and popping on my face. I looked like my face was having a meltdown. If I were to have gone outside at that very moment, I know people would have come called a hazmat team thinking I was suffering from some toxic exposure. Yes, I watch way too many Si-Fi movies.

This time, she didn’t wait for me to lay back down, she walk around to the front of me, reached up, and pulled again, which released the tape and wax, then she immediately applied a creamy ointment on all the areas she had treated. I felt like I had been beat up. This wasn’t a beauty treatment; it was a form of torcher and folks, boy did I ever pay for this in so many ways.

“You wear bikini?”

OH HELL NO! My immediate thoughts as I tried to get my breath back when she suggested a bikini wax, followed by her grin, had me ready to run out the door screaming - “Oh baby you are not going to try to manicure, touch up, primp, or remove anything down there.” I got off the table, gave her a tip, and then I took my bald upper lip, my pride and my bikini area and quickly got out of dodge. Could you imagine a wax treatment in the no-zone, and having a miss pull down there? That is something that Steven King could collaborate into some twisted horror story for sure. It could be called “Night of the Brazilian.”