Top 7 for the Week of April 6th

This week, Ashley and talked about:

  1. Are You Too Pretty for Friends? Or Is It Just Your Narcissism Driving People Away?
  2. Big Brother Gaming Consoles … Can’t the Government Leave Us Alone?
  3. Racisty Racist Voter ID Laws … Or Something
  4. George Zimmerman Still Isn’t a Racist … And Neither Is Jenny
  5. Obamacare Death Panels
  6. Mitt Romney Needs To Get a Clue About New Media
  7. The Latest with the Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt

Plus we have a song, a dirty joke, a rant, and our Dude of the Week.

Happy listening!

 

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The Time I met the Big Government Guys (And Stacy McCain), But Not Andrew Breitbart

Stacy McCain Flanked By Cute Chicks (What a Smile!)

My 27th Birthday started with a bang, in a hotel room in Redondo Beach, with the guys from Big Government, Stacy McCain, and my good friend Brittany Cohan all singing me Happy Birthday as the clock struck midnight. Then we watched Red Eye, where we all witnessed the hideous gloriousness of the Shake Weight commercial for the first time.

Happy birthday to me.

Now that I’ve set that all up, I know you want to hear the story.

Back before Brittany became a RINO DC-insider working for the man RNC, she lived an hour up the road from me in Irvine. Our birthdays are two weeks apart, so for mine I was driving to her and she was taking me out, and for hers, we switched. I had plans to go up to Irvine on January 6th, the day before my actual birthday.

That morning, Brittany called me and asked if I wanted to go to LA with her instead of just Irvine. That’s twice as long, Chica, what could possibly be in LA worth driving to?

“The guys from Big Government are going to be there. I got an invite. Andrew Breitbart might show up.”

Done and gone.

I was blogging away about politics at that point, but back then it was still a hobby and not a career. So this was a freaking big deal to me. I knew I had to make connections with people to get them to notice my stuff, and I just hoped that it was good enough to muster up.

You know my philosophy: Do good work and put it where people can see it.

Brittany and I went out to dinner in Irvine before heading up to Redondo, and I don’t remember what I had, except that it was delicious and I’m pretty sure it involved polenta. And wine. (I am who I am)

We headed up the 405, and met up with Stacy and a handful of others at some kitschy chain diner place. We sat and chatted with everyone, did the nice-to-meet-yous and the what-do-you-dos. Then we got kicked out of the restaurant because for some reason the employees wanted to go home after something called ‘closing time.’

So we hightailed it back to the hotel where this crowd was staying, and proceeded to occupy the bar. This is where Stacy made this embarrassingly awesome video of me saying, “Roll Tide!” which I’m fairly certain has something to do with college football. I mean, they were all there for the Rose Bowl. Did the Roll Tide team play in 2010? How many people reading this right now are rubbing their temples? Sorry people, I wear many hats, but sports enthusiast ain’t one of them.

Andrew never showed up, but I was having so much fun with these people that it didn’t matter too much. At one point, I was having this great conversation with some dude; I don’t remember what we were talking about, but he was wicked smart, funny as heck, and he laughed at my dumb jokes like he meant it.

“So how do you fit in with this group?” I asked him.

“Oh, I’m the Editor-in-Chief of Big Government.” He said like it was no big deal.

Ack! Be smart! Be cute! Be clever! Oh eff it, he seems like a nice guy and I’m having a blast.

For some insane reason, the hotel bar closed before midnight, but that doesn’t stop can-do individuals. We just moved the whole party to one of their hotel rooms and broke out the whiskey. And turned Fox News on in the background. That’s how conservatives party.

When Red Eye switched on, someone said, “Hey, is it midnight? It’s Jenny’s birthday! Let’s sing!” At that point everyone was singing, including the freaking editor-in-chief of Big Government (one of my favorite websites), someone was pouring me another drink, Brittany and I were having a ball, and I was generally feeling pretty fantastic about life.

And then.

The Shake Weight commercial came on, and I don’t know if it was the first time it ever ran, or it was just the first time any of us had seen it, but it was the big giant bow on top of my birthday present.

It was an awesome night.

Elsewhere On the Internet (and an Early Morning Story)

It’s 5:15 a.m. and I’m awake. I’ve been waking up at 4 recently, unable to go back to bed after my third bathroom trip of the night (thank you, childbirth) because by that time I’m no longer exhausted enough to drown out my darling husband’s snores with sleepiness.

Side note: Isn’t snoring the worst sound in the world? Ok, maybe the third worst, following nails on a chalkboard and cats in a blender. Not that I’ve ever heard cats in a blender. But I can imagine, and it’s not pretty.

Sometimes I can jam earplugs in and throw a pillow over my head and find a couple more hours of elusive rest. But I’ve had this cold recently, and the stuffy nose and the cough and poor tender head make me ache while I wait for the meds to kick in, and by the time they do … I’m pretty much awake.

By the time the clock hit five, I knew I was done, so I threw the covers off and headed down the hall to write this very post. The light was on. Huh. Strange. Stranger still was the sound of the TV. Ok, no longer strange.

Here’s what I found:

This little goober didn’t go to sleep until nearly eleven last night, even though she was put to bed before nine. It was the same old But I Need game, which (I’m pretty sure) children have played since the dawn of time. You know the one.

But I need a drink!

But I need to go potty!

But I need my night light!

But I need socks that don’t bother my feet!

But I need a hug!

But I need a different song on the ipod!

But I need to be tucked back in!

You get the idea. Anyway, my little non-sleeper was out in the living room watching TV. Which she is not allowed to do on school days. Apparently, she thought that rule only applied to afternoons and evenings, so she forced herself awake after six precious hours of sleep to enjoy some tunes.

New rule: No getting up until 6:30.

Except for Leif. If he wants to get up pre-crack of dawn and leave me to sleep in peace … I’d be ok with that. Love you, Honey!

So I wrote some stuff last week that I’d love for you to read. Click, read, comment, share – especially share. Word-of-mouth is where it’s at, baby. Plus, I really can’t afford fancy advertising. It’s ‘spensive.

The Occupy Wall Street goons are still on display. President Barack Obama feels their pain and understands their frustration. Iran thinks they’re swell. Iran also stones rape victims for ‘sexual immorality.’ As a general rule, I like not to agree with Iran on pretty much everything.

Obama called Mitt Romney a flip-flopping flip-flopper, which is completely true, of course. However, there’s this saying that come to mind about glass houses and throwing stones…

Priorities in Topeka are messed up, y’all. Social welfare programs and inflated benefits and pensions are not more important than legally protecting victims of domestic abuse.

Elsewhere on the Internet

It’s the weekly roundup! And it’s not even Wednesday night at midnight yet! Props to me, huh? Well, Thing 1 is in summer camp this week, so I’m getting a bit of relative peace with only Thing 2 and Furbaby climbing all over me. Yay! One hand free to type! It’s a Monday Miracle!

Anyway, I wrote some schtuff last week. And you should click on it, because my editors like traffic. Also because it’s interesting and informative.

Leave my stuffed-crust pizza alone! You know what never solves anything? A government program designed to save us from ourselves. That’s why I advocate against the so-called fat tax.

I also extrapolated why I don’t want my rich, fat cat boss to pay higher taxes: Because I like getting raises. Less capital leads to less investment leads to no bonus checks for a job well done. Boo!!

And I wrote about birth control and why the new “womyn’s health” mandate in Obamacare is dumb and doesn’t actually open up any valuable services to poor people.

Happy clicking reading!

Elsewhere on the Internet

I tapped some keys last week. Some words were strung together. You should go read it all because its like totally thought-provoking and schtuff. And also because page views make me feel good about myself, and as a child of the 80s, I know that’s way more important than math or reading skills.

Some of the comments on my Obamacare Spies piece are so ripe with naiveté that I don’t wonder how Nancy Pelosi gets reelected. Maybe basic comprehension skills are more important than self-esteem after all. Oh well.

Also on Obamacare, I wrote about how the individual mandate bullies Americans into buying health insurance. I used the Obama admin’s own guidelines for recognizing bullies to prove my point. I love hoisting people on their own petards. I hate the words hoist and petard. I promise not to use them again. At least not with cringing.

Remember a few weeks ago when ATMs destroyed the economy? Well last week it was corporate fat cats and their private jets. Pick a scape goat and stick to it, Mr. President.

And then there was that study that suggested Republicans are more patriotic than Democrats. Uh … duh. Democrats need to abandon the Harry Reids of their party and get back to pride in their country. It’s a rockin’ place to live, work, and play.