Bobbie Faye is coming!

You’ve been warned.

It’s the funniest book you’ll read this year. And if you want the longer trailer (which is my favorite), click this:

Pre-Order Bobbie Faye Here!

Buy one; buy a dozen. If you get tired of laughing, they make great gifts. Paperweights. Doorstops. Buy as many as your credit card will allow!

But, um, not if the word “fuck” bothers you. Bobbie Faye says it a lot.

A whole lot.

And that’s just on page one.

As I said, you have been warned.

Oh yeah! I almost forgot to tell you!

Toni wrote the book and the trailers and produced the trailers (and if I know Toni she was directing the director of the trailers, too). That’s pretty damn amazing.

Note: I am not telling you whether or not Toni says “fuck.”

And the Oscar goes to…

Forest Whitaker.

And I am very sad.

Cruella de Real?

I don’t like fake fur, anyway. I mean, why fake? If I can’t have real chinchilla, why do I want fake?

(I don’t think that’s the PETA attitude, is it, hmm.)

But this just makes me sick.

The Humane Society of the United States said it purchased coats from reputable outlets, such as upscale Nordstrom, with designer labels — Andrew Marc, Tommy Hilfiger, for example — and found them trimmed with fur from domestic dogs, even though the fur was advertised as fake.

“It’s an industrywide deception,” said Kristin Leppert, the head of the Humane Society’s anti-fur campaign.

Yes, believe it or not, Some ‘fake fur’ includes dog hair, animal rights group says.

Most of the fur came from China.

Why am I not surprised?

We stopped buying anything made in China a few years ago. American companies (WalMart, I’m looking at you) pressure their subcontractors and suppliers to go to China to get the cheapest prices. Meanwhile, entire industries in the US are shutting down. Some have said, “Let the Chinese do it; Americans need to regroup and redefine ourselves.”

Well, I’m starting out by defining myself this way:

I buy American if at all possible. When we’re standing at Home Depot comparing tools made in the US against tools made in China, the Resident Storm Chaser almost always thinks the American made are better quality to justify the extra expense. And the extra expense isn’t always that much. And even if it is? American. And if we do end up buying merchandise made elsewhere, it’s not China. (No, we don’t shop at WalMart, which was created as an “everything made in the USA” store but now is “everything is made in China” store. And when it was created, I didn’t think it was a big deal that everything was made in the US, but now? Oh hell yes, I think it’s a big deal.)

But. Back to the subject at hand.

Do the designers really not know that the fake fur isn’t fake? Is there truly nobody in their company who knows the deal with the devil they made?

And are there really that many Cruellas out there who just don’t give a damn?

Good lord, I hope not.

If you want dog fur to keep you warm?

Use the whole dog.

The love comes free.

Phriends

My friend, Mrs Harris, is also a Phriend.

She has Pulmonary Hypertension, and that’s a scary thing.

Of course, when she writes about it, it sounds funny or interesting or an inconvenience, but it’s more than that, a lot more.

And now she’s posted the pictures of her online Phriends, and I looked at every one, and it made me angry and sad. Children’s pictures shouldn’t be on such a list. Neither should people who are my friends. Nobody should.

Anyway, I just wanted to share. I’ll bet if you look, you’ll see people who look like friends of yours. And it won’t seem fair to you, either.

Too many bad things happen to good people.

Mrs Harris talks about her Phriends.

She’s right when she says, “Look at these faces. We don’t look sick. Which is why it stunned me to keep reading, “Yet in the two weeks since I built the page, one of us has already died.”

Children’s pictures shouldn’t be on such a list.

Neither should people who are my friends.

Nobody should.

Yes, I am back in the saddle.

Again.

I’ve gotten in a few short rides this year, but today I took on the challenge.

I decided to do some utility cycling (using the bike for errands instead of the car) resulting in 9.3 green miles.

And get this.

For a few days my blood pressure has been up. I finally realized it was probably because of a new med I was taking, which has a side effect of high blood pressure. Surprise, surprise!

But before I left to ride my bike, my pressure was 135/89. I wondered if I should go, wondered how high the ride would drive it up.

Dahlinks.

I rode my 9.3 unaccustomed miles (with stops for errands, of course) and by the time I got home it was almost 80 degrees — warm enough for me to feel it.

And I promptly took my blood pressure and it was 119/80.

I am feeling all too smug.

Ta!