Mmm…Raspberries & Creme. I love flavored coffee. It makes my sugar-free life worth living. On with the show!

• I got a tumblr. And my name on there is Crumpette. You see, I’m about to marry a guy whose last name is Crumpler and who has been called Crumpy by one and all for a long time now. So, naturally, I’m Crumpette, right? He warned me that the name might stick if I’m not careful. It’s not any worse than being called Lizard Breath by your older cousins when you are 4-years-old and sensitive to things like that.
• Robyn Hitchcock is talking about making a Magnum Force (the sequel to Dirty Harry) musical. I ran into this piece of news somewhere else and then Brett wrote something on it and I had to link you all to his post. In it he points out a very serious flaw. I don’t know if that was on the part of the person who did the write-up on Broadway.com or Robyn Hitchcock–”an admitted Magnum Force obsessive.”
• Scientology Incorporated by Tim Slagle
• Thomas Jeffries brings up some great points about worship songs in Modern Worship: It’s All About Me.
• In case you missed it (it was buried beneath a lot of things in the news) — “It seems the era of Hope is to be inaugurated with a slaughter of the innocents.”
• Fireproof is now out on DVD. Go buy!
• Not really sure what to make of Obama’s comments about Robert E. Lee at the Alfalfa Club Dinner.
• Now, more than ever, I believe that John McCain never wanted or intended to be president.
• Lincoln. King. Obama? Please.
  
• We’ve gone back to the 70s.
  

  So I’m thinking we’ll have the following scenario in about four years:

  1. A Western governor who is incredibly enthusiastic and telegenic runs for President.

  2. This governor is tough, athletic, very happily married, loves the outdoors, and makes everyone feel good after an administration that bumbles its way through a single-term fiasco.

  3. The governor gets elected despite huge, active opposition from the supposedly neutral media, and the seemingly impossible occurs — the economy turns around, and a major bloc of America’s enemies fall like dominoes and freedom prospers in places where it formerly seemed impossible.

  Anybody remember Ronald Reagan?

  Okay, can you think of a Western governor with a two-syllable first name whose two-syllable last name rhymes with Reagan?

  Think about it – you can see her house from here.

  Supposedly, the Mayan calendar runs out in 2012 (so much for vision from those guys) and correlates with a Hindu prophecy from Lord Krishna that says we will enter a Golden Age on Earth. Can you hear a sitar playing? (Shut up, it’s a better idea than Edgar Cayce or $cientology or The Presidential Pledge.)

  Sounds good to me, you betchas.

• Explain this to me–why is our president carrying around a monkey god in his pocket?

Okay. WHAT? Brit papers and, ahem, Perez Hilton, are reporting that Michelle Obama may be pregnant. It’s probably not true, but if it is…the five of you who heard about my apocalyptic dream from Thursday night are probably passed out on your keyboard right now–dddddddhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

To tell Bush and Obama apart, despite what people are saying.

See if you can tell them apart!

I ended up 15-2. What can I say? I’m good.

h/t The Anchoress

It’s good, seriously. Kevin will even drink it. This is saying a lot because I always have him test my drinks to make sure they are sugar-free (since I am no longer capable of telling the difference) and he always cringes and says “yes” except for with this, he’ll drink it.

Oh, and Mom or any other family that is still looking for gift ideas for me (people are not happy that I’m saying “get me something from my wedding registry”)–I WANT THIS:

Yes, an AeroGarden. Go ahead and laugh if you want, but when you have a belly full of my delicious food you will be glad you bought it.

Yesterday, I put up my little white tree.

She knows she’s gorgeous.

This weekend has really been one of thanksgiving. There are a lot of reasons to be thankful, but one in particular for me was getting a letter in the mail on Wednesday that I wasn’t expecting for another month. It was from the Oklahoma State Department of Education and it was my acceptance letter into the Alternative Teacher Certification program. Basically what that means is that I already have a regular degree and that I will be working toward finishing a few courses and exams so that I will have full certification to teach in Oklahoma. I cannot tell you what a blessing it was to get this news in the mail on that day. I am struggling in some areas and that is just what I needed to hear.

And on that note I would also like to say that if you don’t have something positive or supportive to say about me teaching, shut your face. I heard enough of it this weekend from someone and I am done with that.

Now, some links for this Sunday!

• I hope to have a household like this someday.
• “Next we’ll find out that Martha Wayne, Bruce’s mom, didn’t die either, and she sent herself forward in time to become Selina Kyle, the Catwoman. On the other hand, forget I said that. Morrison may go back to writing the title someday and it now seems likely he wouldn’t understand it’s a joke.”
• iProd: The kind of fun country kids have with PawPaw’s cattle prod. You didn’t hear that from me.
• Kevin! Look! Chicken coop!
• If you weren’t already aware, most people are jerks.
• “There’s the belief*, certainly in some quarters, that people haven’t embraced Jesus Christ as their personal savior that they’re going to hell…That’s just not part of my religious makeup.” – Barack H. Obama. Good to know.
• He isn’t running a country, he’s hiding in a closet.
• Fried pies, yum. Next to donuts, that would be the first thing I’d go for on a high-carb day.

*Romans 10:13 & 14 – for “WHOEVER WILL CALL ON THE NAME OF THE LORD WILL BE SAVED.” How then will they call on Him in whom they have not believed? How will they believe in Him whom they have not heard? And how will they hear without a preacher?

Hope you enjoy my little link roundup here. Still working on my Pumpkin Spice blend coffee. I love low-carbing. Why? Two words: WHIPPED. CREAM.

Kevin and I are off to look at couches this evening at *cue organ music that makes you think of death and hades* Mathis Brothers. I have a reason for the music and I will tell you later. Suffice to say the ONLY reason I am going back is because I harassed no less than 15 people at that store until I got a $100 gift card.

THEN. We’re going to the mall and I’m going to spend a Sephora gift card. And honestly? Probably another hundred dollars of my own. Gah. I’m hopeless in there. And THEN we’re eating at The Cheesecake Factory for my belated birthday date.

And somewhere in there we’re picking up our engagement photos!

• This is a hilarious idea for a wedding. And only slightly creepy for my brother who was always scared to death by my dad whenever he made a change to his facial hair. Now, myself, I was scared of Granny’s wise men in the living room. The one with the black beard and crazy eyes freaked me out.
• I don’t about you, but that’s what I did on my birthday.
• My hometown (Elmore City, Oklahoma) has been experiencing a rash in cattle shootings. That raises some concern for me, but, I’m sorry, not quite as much as when the local devil worshipers were cutting one leg off a cow and leaving it to bleed to death. I dunno. Something about that doesn’t set well with me.
• Speaking of sawed off limbs…”7th Human Foot Washes Ashore on Canadian Coast.” I have watched enough crime dramas on TV to know that you have to study the tides before throwing stuff like that in the ocean. Seriously. So either this dude (statistics say it’s probably a dude*) knows what he’s doing and wants people to find these feet OR he’s an idiot.
• Please press charges. She could be your grandmother, folks.
• Note to self: hold your breath when you visit California. But seriously, there’s probably more than one reason to do that.
• “Rino Season Is Now Open“–Obey the spirit of the wild. I think (if it’s still on the air) Ted Nugent’s show on the Outdoor Network (?) is probably the only one my dad refuses to watch. It doesn’t matter how entertaining it may be, Dad can spot crazy from a mile away. Through a Leupold scope, most likely.
• If you aren’t listening to The Grizzly Bear Egg Cafe, you should be. I’m not sure why I tune in, since I know next to nothing about comic books, wrestling, and half the stuff they talk about…but it’s great.
• Uhh…this is funny. “Yeah, I know gays have been treated like crap over the years – but they were never slaves – unless it was requested in a Craigslist ad.” *ducks behind couch*
• Kevin and I have already discussed this and we are going to have one in our own home whenever we have children. Thank you, Redneck Diva!
• Go buy some Christmas gifts! I link to this because it features something that makes me laugh, too: the “Nuddle” or “Snuggie” whatever you want to call it. The blanket with sleeves that makes you look like a monk.>
• The Friar looks to the future and tells us what the next four years will be like.
• You know what I have to say? Get over it. Like I told Nume over at Kick the Anthill, “I watched my dad bleed and clean turkeys hanging from my swingset outside my bedroom window by the light of the November moon.” And look how I turned out.
• Picking this up the next time I’m at the newstand! Yay, French Toast Girl!
• Oh my goodness…yes.
  

  Everytime I hear about the Twilight series it makes me want to edit the Wikipedia page on vampires and remove the word “blood”.

  “Although many different cultures have been found to have myths of vampirism, it seems one defining factor is that all vampires suck blood”

  But I am trying to have grace since some of my loved ones are OBSESSED. Sigh. This holiday season could be really difficult. Forget not talking politics, let’s not talk Twilight.

• It’s sweater weather!
• “It’s simple, really: the real purpose of this mass gathering is not to witness history–but to pick up co-eds. The fact is, there has never been a better wing man on the planet than Obama. With his amazing ability to unify everyone under a feel-good notion that you’re totally awesome and everything’s going to be peachy keen – he’s like a human version of an ecstasy pill. If you’re for Obama, suddenly making out with someone else whose for Obama is totally okay!”
• At least there is someone who is standing firm and not swaying like a reed. Good for you, Fr. Jay Scott Newman.
• Brits at their best–what the stones don’t say. Thank you to those who have gone before us.

*Statistics produced by my brain.

The Aftermath: “She’s worth fighting for.”

h/t The Anchoress

• “I seek and rely on a higher authority.” Could not agree more.
• Balding white boys, there is no need to fear. America has not forgotten you and you WILL be represented in this White House!
• “I’m not a fan of messengers–I’m a fan of messages.” And I’m a fan of Greg Gutfeld.
• Flip-flop.
• “Sarah Palin Frontrunner for 2012” – girl, I am with you all the way. And if she’s running in 2048, after I evaluate where she stands on some things, she may just have my vote as well.
• Hey, Nume? Remember that thing I told you about? TRUE.
• Clearly, disagreeing with you means that they were not thinking, right, Nancy?
• This is one of the sweetest, heartbreaking Post Secrets I’ve ever read.
• An open message to the GOP leaders: “Be the orchestra.“
• Sometimes you need a nice day outside. This weekend was an inside one for me, but one full of rest that did me good.
• You, my dear, are gorgeous and classy. Stay that way. I think we would be pals, Miss Meghan McCain.
• I don’t trust people who take shots at elderly women.
• It’s really nice to have people do everything for you and get you through a tough time. He should try getting his wisdom teeth removed!
• She’s a doll. And kinda like my blogging mom, only younger
• Sexy TV shows linked to teen pregnancy. Duh.
• You can always count on Nume to let everyone know what’s worth seeing in the theater, in fact, Fireproof was one that was suggested a while back. Now Ed Morrissey of Hot Air says, “Those who want to see theaters featuring Christian values and uplifting stories of faith, forgiveness, and love should support Fireproof before it disappears from the big screen.”
• Chinese dragon tattoos–we were 14 at the same time and I am trying to remember if these were cool then, Leah…? And stay tuned. I found some poetry I wrote in 8th grade.
• Since I wasn’t around, I’ll leave it to Jay Tea to show us the similarities between when Carter went into office and our current situation as Obama takes his seat behind the desk. I wonder if presidents have desk toys?
• Cindy has got some FREE FOOD for you! And some that isn’t quite free, but close enough.

Aside: Whenever I was on the painkillers and still coming down off the anesthesia, I starred some random links on my Google Reader. For the life of me I cannot figure out why I thought some of these things (that I am not including) were worth blogging about.

And finally, I would rather be hated for something I did, than loved for something that I would have no part of.

This post reminded me.

The following is the original account that I wrote on September 24th, just three weeks after my NObama sign had been stomped on, when someone on the left took the dirty tricks to another level. Since then my red elephant “Vote Republican” sign has been stolen and my Jim Inhofe sign has been bashed in. Without further ado…

September 24, 2008
Someone defecated on my lawn the night before last. In front of my NObama sign. To answer all the questions that have been asked of me so far:

1) Yes, I am sure it wasn’t a dog.
2) Yes, I know that there are big dogs that produce big poops.
3) Let me stress to you — THIS WEREN’T NO DOG. I know dog poop. Whatever it was, it wasn’t canine.
4) It was strategically placed. In front of my sign. Either they did it at the scene, or brought it from home. Talk about brown-bagging it.

After about 10 seconds of “What?! That is poop. That is POOP. Someone pooped on my lawn. In front of my sign. Liberals. Dirty liberals.” I just kicked the dried excrement into the street. It was dry and solid, so I’m sure it was done overnight. Then I went in the house and died laughing.

Someone pooped on my lawn. Laugh, people, that is downright hilarious. Barry is so “moving” that they can’t control their bowels.

(Cross-posted to Kick the Anthill)