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Our lovely representatives in Washington introduced the Cap and Trade bill in the middle of the night that.

The Wall Street Journal says

Americans should know that those Members who vote for this climate bill are voting for what is likely to be the biggest tax in American history. Even Democrats can’t repeal that reality.

And we were on Amazon buying up all the Michael Jackson memorabilia we could get our hands on.  Call me a cynic, but you want to pass some bad legislation, do it at 3:00 a.m. the morning after the King dies.  It will go by unnoticed.  It’ll take years for the costs to trickle down.  By the year 2035 it will cost the average American family nearly $7,000 per year.  But who cares MJ is dead?

Unfortunately Farrah Fawcett had the misfortune of dieing on the same day.  Immediately relegated below the fold.

I’m putting my Representatives phone numbers in my speed dial.  I’m going to start bugging them incessantly.  Not that it will do any good.  My Representative has been there about 200 years, it sucks.  He could give a rats behind about what we think.  Not that my Senators are any better.  Both served with Moses I believe.  They are on the other side, couldn’t give a rats behind what we here at home want, but whatever the mighty leader says, we do.  Then we complain about it.  “Hey man, you voted for it.”

In happier news….

You can read me on you Kindle.  (I need to get me a Kindle – happy birthday to me?)  I already got my anniversary present.  Can you believe that next week will be our 11th anniversary?  Eleven years?  Who knew people stayed married that long any more.  Who knew I’d be so stinking happy?

I unknowingly “Poked” myself on Facebook.  I don’t know how that happened.  I got a notification that “You have been poked by Annie, would you like to return the poke?”  Now, one of the early Facebook rules established by me, was that I do not accept “pokes” by anyone other than Hubby.  I also, seems only fair, only “poke” him.  It’s worked well.  Then, I “poked” myself.  Of course I felt compelled to pose the question on Facebook, where my “friends” were nice enough to remind me that thing the nuns cautioned us about “poking” ourselves.   Luckily, I had a post LASIK eye exam already scheduled, and can assure you all that no permanent damage has been sustained by any poking.

Two weeks out, and I’m still not used to seeing.  Love it.  Not used to it.

BlogHer ads went up last Thursday.  What they don’t tell you is that most of the ad impressions are their own and they don’t pay for those.  Oh well, it’s definitely the cool kids table of the mommy blogging world, and seems to be generating some traffic.  I made the short list twice already.  Under each ad they list four blogs worth reading.  Mine has made it twice.

I’m revisiting the idea of the “Awesomeness Conference” won’t be anything swanky like the “New Kids On The Block Cruise” or anything.  But if any of you want to spend a week in Vegas with me lounging by the pool, let me know.  Also, please indicate if you might actually be able to go.  Of course, who wouldn’t want to spend a week lounging by the pool in Vegas with me, but I need numbers.  Sadie is coming.  Can’t wait to see Sadie, and catch up.  Although, due to blogging regulations imposed to my by BlogHer ads, I can no longer blog about getting VIP’d at Wolfgang Puck restaurants.  Not that I’m VIP’d because I’m a blogger that get’s 12 hits day from mostly family members;) but because Hubby’s brother is a Wolfgang Puck VP.  Anyway, Awesomeness Conference will be Awesome, let me know.

I got the most rocking purple shoes EVER.  I will be sure to post a picture of their sexiness if I can contort myself in such a way as to show you.  I also hope that Min’s creepy foot stalker is in prison…  (Need to investigate turning of the image availability.)  Although, I posted several of my tattoo pictures and they are the most searched for thing on the ol’ blog.  Of course people who search “boob tattoo” are going to show up here because I talk about boobs and I talk about tattoos, but sadly people, there are no “boob tattoos” here.

Anyway, allergy season is in full force.  Boog, the Princess an myself all have allergy induced asthma and I need to go to Target and get medication.  Let me just say that my next post will be a homage to Target Pharmacy and their packaging.  I love it.  Especially loved it when I had a housefull of kids on meds.  No, three people on maintenance meds do not count here.   Love it.

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