Going Green

So I have been riding my bike a lot (for me) and we are giving serious consideration to getting a small composter of some sort for the yard (besides our little farm dogs who inhale any food item I will allow them to).

But all that has nothing to do with what I mean when I say I am going green.

About 10 years ago I threw away anything and everything in my closet that was green. I figured out that I only wore green when I felt sick. And then I would look sick as well when the green reflected on my skin.

I don't wear green.

I don't own green.

I do not eat green eggs and ham.

I don't own any green furniture.

Never paint a room a color you wouldn't wear? I don't have any green rooms.

I hate green!

Or do I?

About a year ago I bought a sweater that was very bright vivid green, some would say chartreuse:
I rationalized it away with the fact that it was a sweater and therefore would never be near my face. I would always have a shirt under it and that would be next to my face. I wore it a lot.

Then about 2 months ago I was shopping at Martin + Oso. I picked up a couple of things to try on and had decided on a pair of plain shorts and a polo shirt in my signature orange color. In the fitting room there was a sign, "Try anything on get $25 off your purchase of $100 or more." I was buying $75 worth of stuff and had just tried something on. I realized that if I could find something out there for $25 that I wanted, I could get it for free!

I love a bargain. But I had already scoured the store and didn't need anything else. As my mother would tell you (repeatedly) "It's not a bargain if you don't need it."

I decided that I would get something I would normally NEVER get. A green shirt. GREEN. To be fair, I was still getting chartreuse or in this case they call it "citrus green". I decided that I needed to shake up my style and step out of my zone. Or as I keep telling our niece, make a fashion mistake that you will regret when you look in photos 5 years from now. Buying a key lime polo shirt would be me taking my own advice. Really living on the edge! Besides all that, it was basically FREE! Now it seems to always be in the dirty clothes and I can't wear it enough.

Then a month ago I was at Bloomingdale's and I found this Polo shirt on a very good sale.
It is not chartreuse, citrus or key lime. I tried it on to prove it would look awful on me. Well crap, it didn't. I bought it because it was less than half price. Now I find myself wearing it. A lot.

Who am I? What is my style? What rules are left to break? What will become of me!?!?

Beach here. Beach there.

We were in Hermosa Beach last weekend.

It's no Rio de Janeiro.

Whole lotta' nothing going on

Hey, guess what? Southern California just had an earthquake!

I was standing at the gym looking at the television screen (anything to avoid doing actual gym stuff) when the CNN screen is showing all these panorama shots of LA from the top of their building at Sunset and Cahuenga. The closed captioning is reading something like, "no damage to be seen from this viewpoint, so smoke, no sirens can be heard. But Los Angeles has just suffered a major earthquake." At this point pretty much the entire gym is standing there staring at the screen and we all exchange looks, "When?" Apparently recently. "Where" Uh, just East of here in Chino Hills. "Huh." And then we all go back to working out while glancing at the TV.

The facts from the AP:

The quake struck at 11:42 a.m. PDT. The U.S. Geological Survey estimate the quake at magnitude 5.8 but was revised downward to a 5.4, centered 29 miles East-Southeast of downtown Los Angeles near Chino Hills in San Bernadino County. More than a dozen aftershocks quickly followed, the largest estimated a magnitude 3.8.

I rode my bike home and as I am walking in the door the phone is ringing already. It's Lyle, "Is everything okay?"
Seems fine.
"Anything broken?"
I don't know. I just got home.

So as I walk the house straining to find ANYTHING fallen or askew, Lyle fills me in on how the earthquake felt at his work which is further away from the epicenter than our house . He tells me that there were two big shakes and that by the second one most of the people at work had run outside to the parking lot. He also said that the two first big ones were followed by possibly ten aftershocks that he noticeably felt.

By this time I'd completed my tour of the house and was (not at all) disappointed to find everything exactly the way I left it. And I promise you this house is filled with opportunities to crash and go crooked. Blissfully our house is untouched. And I can't figure out what the hell I was doing at the gym that I wouldn't' feel the building go boom. I swear, I don't work out that hard.
Feel free to click on the photo to see a larger version of map. On the far left in green, Lyle at work. Near the center but still to the right, in red, me on my bike. In blue way over on the right, the epicenter.

More Pious Than Your Prius

On Sunday Lyle and I rode our bikes to the Organic Farmer's Market in West Hollywood. I am so virtuous and full of myself right now I could shoot me.

It's not like I planned the whole thing in advance.
I said, Those Heirloom tomatoes we got at Whole Foods last week weren't very good.
Lyle said, "We should go to the Farmer's Market on Sunday and get some good ones."
We could ride our bikes.
"That would be a good excuse to get us out and about. You always need a destination."
Wait, the Farmer's market we go to is up off Hollywood Blvd. Not only are there no good side streets to get us there, but it's UPHILL.
"Oh yeah, and it's really crowded."
I've got it, there's a much smaller one over on Melrose Place. Lot's of easy side streets to get there and it's FLAT from here to there!

And that is how I wound up on Melrose Place at the Organic Farmer's Market on my bike on a Sunday. Oh and for those who don't live in Los Angeles and are thinking about that TV series called Melrose Place, yes, that is the street they allegedly lived on. But in real life when the series was on it was a short street lined with stuffy over priced antique shops. Nowadays it is half antique shops and is fast becoming the new hot designer clothing boutique street. Never has there been an apartment building with a pool in the center on this street.

This post officially fulfills my requirement to post a photo of me wearing a helmet.

A Big Bowl of Diana

I am not a stalker. I swear. I don't go to many concerts and I rarely repeat seeing the same people over and over. I state all of this because last night I saw Diana Ross for the third time. The second time in less than a year.

When the conductor announced that tonight we would be seeing a "Living Legend" I turned to the woman next to me and said, "I sure hope she's alive, because it would be gross to be seeing her perform if she wasn't."

We have a Hollywood Bowl "half season" where we go every other Friday night and see the Hollywood Bowl Orchestra or the Los Angeles Philharmonic and a special guest performer in the second half. Two weeks ago it was Chris Isaak. This week was Diana Ross. At first I was sort of bored with the choice of repeating someone I had just seen, but then remembered it would be a completely different show with the orchestra. Imagine my disappointment when the orchestra ended and the stage began to rotate, sending the entire orchestra away to the back behind a wall, and revealing the exact same band set up for the Diana Ross concert I had just seen 8 months ago, complete with the very early 80's cutting edge rope lit wedges. I just knew I was going to want pizza after the show.

This clip is specifically for Carolyn who asked last time if she did anything from "The Wiz".

Since I already wrote all about seeing her last November I will skip the review and tell you what I think is fun and funny about Diana Ross: She loves to have the audience sing to her. In fact among a few of us, whenever you are at a concert and the artist holds out his/her microphone and shouts, "Sing Along!" we call that a case of the Diana Ross Syndrome.

In every clip below Miss Ross encourages you to join in her fun.

Holding on at 64 and fabulous!

Walk it out!

I just found this totally groovy website that gives your neighborhood (or any neighborhood) a "walkability score."

(via Treehugger) So how walkable is it where you live? Find out with Walk Score, which "uses a patent-pending algorithm to calculate the walkability of an address based on:
* The distance to walkable locations near an address.
* Calculating a score for each of these locations.
* Combining these scores into one easy to read Walk Score."

You type in your address and it puts it on a Google map and gives it a score. 70 to 90 is very walkable; 90 to a hundred is a walker's paradise.

I typed mine in a got a delightful 86. And I must say my neighborhood is very walkable. The article I found this through suggested you use this tool when planning your next move but I think you could also use it when looking at vacation hotels.

I also looked at this handy guide and discovered that in all of Los Angeles we live int eh most walkable part of the city, Mid-City West (who knew that was even where I lived?) which scored the highest in the city with a 92. I knew I lived here for a reason.

I'm Super! Thanks for asking.

When we attended Gay Pride in West Hollywood I was accosted outside the booth for Outfest. I'm not a taster when I shop at Costco. I don't sample new colognes in department stores. I don't take kindly to being accosted anywhere I may roam on the planet.

Then the volunteer said something that made my spine tingle, "This year we're doing a Sing Along South Park."

I'm certain something very gay came out of my mouth like, "SHUT. UP." and I immediately signed up for an email to be sent to myself.

Then I bought tickets.

Then I invited a few friends and forced Lyle to go. Trust me. I have my ways, and he had to be forced.

The video I took is crappy. But you're not watching for the quality of the sound or picture. You are watching to hear over 1000 people sing along to "Kyle's Mom is Bitch" and "I'm Super!"

Where you at Daddy?

I don't usually check my spam email let alone read it. But here is one that caught my eye and amused me. My Russian Bride is trying to find me. Me! What's so odd is that she thinks my name is Patrick. And that I like vaginas.

To Patrick

Good day my dear friend

I will remember this day forever, because this is my first attempt to find a soul mate so far from my native land. It is so difficult for me to realize that I decided to do it. But as you see, I am here, and it is my letter which you hold into your arms now.
I hope that it will leave only a good impression into your heart and your reaction will be your reply to me.
I wait for your reply very much, I think that it will change all my life at one moment, because you will bring romantic notes into my destiny.
You look so smart that no woman can stand still and think logically.
Romantic thoughts visit me when I look at you.
I leave you my heart here
(removed)
and I hope that you will need it.

Looking forward to get a letter from you
Irinka

Here is a fun game/amusement when you have nothing else to do, are alone, with friends, drunk or ravenously bored. I stole this from this Tyler's blog.

Turn on your itunes, click shuffle and then forward to receive the deep meaningful answer to each question below:

What does next year have in store for me? La Passion - Gigi D' Agostino
Now that is an auspicious year!
What’s my love life like? A Slick Chick on the Mellow Side - Dinah Washington
I am never mellow.
What do I say when life gets hard? Tammy - Ray Conniff
Strangely this is nearly true.
What do I think of on waking up? Buenas Noches From A Lonely Room - Dwight Yoakam
Mostly I think this when I wake up in the dark by myself.
What song will I dance to at my wedding? Let's Call The Whole Thing Off - Michael Feinstein
This would definitely NOT have been the song played at our wedding, and we had no dancing.
What do I want as a career? Karaoke Overkill - Robbie Williams
Mostly I just want Robbie Williams.
My favorite saying? It's Too Late - Gloria Estefan
It's never too late. Oh Gloria, why do you lead us astray?
Favorite place? Lesson 1 Mandarin Chinese - Pimsleur
With all the French music in this blasted itunes, you'd think it could get this one right? Non?
What do I think of my parents? Sing It Back - Moloko
I don't even know this song. It came on a CD marketed as the Best Millenium Music Ever!
What’s my porn star name? La Faute À Voltaire - Les Misérables - Original French Concept Album
Finally some French music. And its showtunes. Pretty gay if you ask me.
Where would I go on a first date? Coca Cola Commercial - Fontella Bass
My musical tastes are clearly odd and varied.
Drug of choice? Something Got Me Started - Simply Red
I would have guessed Sugar by the Archies would have come up if this blasted Ouiji Board of a game really worked.The thing I like doing most? Make Me The Woman That You Go Home To - Gladys Knight & The Pips
Aw, that's just rude. Always calling me a woman.
What is my state of mind like at the moment? Jingle Bells - Singing Cats
How vile is this game that it reveals that I actually have this song in my computer. Bad game! No biscuit! No kibble treats for you in your stocking this year!

How will I die? Lebanese Blonde - Thievery Corporation
Remind me to not travel to Lebanon for a long time...

Out shopping

As seen in Froma on Melrose:

But I was looking for un-common cockles...

New and future blog?

A very good friend of mine has been cajoled into creating a blog. HOORAY!

Though she is an amazingly accomplished artist, designer, creative type and all around fabulous person - one of her passions is her Icelandic Sheepdogs.
The Icelandic sheepdog often has two dewclaws on each hind leg. (giving them 6 toes back there!)

And she has an amazing house and garden. Am I setting the bar too high here?
She also told me her blog may be mostly photos so she doesn't have to write as much as I do. Hey, I know I write a lot. I like pictures too.

Here is where you come in, she is stumped because she wants a clever blog name. A few friends have thrown out too many suggestions and I thought wouldn't it be fun to help her.

So please take the poll on the side (over there on the right).

Yertle the Turtle

As a child I loved Dr. Seuss. When I stayed at my grandparent's house they had a game based on Yertle The Turtle. In the game there was a large lily pad that you balanced on a spike. Your turn would come and you would have to add a number of turtles to the lily pad, strategically so as to not upset the balance. First person to upset the lily pad lost.I always thought the idea of staking turtles one atop another to be a truly outrageous idea that could only be thought up by someone so creative such as Dr. Seuss. Then we got our turtle pond...

On the far-away island of Sala-ma-Sond,
Yertle the Turtle was king of the pond.
A nice little pond. It was clean. It was neat.
The water was warm. There was plenty to eat.
The turtles had everything turtles might need.
And they were all happy. Quite happy indeed.

They were... until Yertle, the king of them all,
Decided the kingdom he ruled was too small.
"I'm ruler", said Yertle, "of all that I see.
But I don't see enough. That's the trouble with me.
With this stone for a throne, I look down on my pond
But I cannot look down on the places beyond.
This throne that I sit on is too, too low down.
It ought to be higher!" he said with a frown.
"If I could sit high, how much greater I'd be!
What a king! I'd be ruler of all that I see!"

And Yertle, the Turtle King, gave a command.
He ordered nine turtles to swim to his stone
And, using these turtles, he built a new throne.
He made each turtle stand on another one's back
And he piled them all up in a nine-turtle stack.
And then Yertle climbed up. He sat down on the pile.
What a wonderful view! He could see 'most a mile!

"All mine!" Yertle cried. "Oh, the things I now rule!
I'm the king of a cow! And I'm the king of a mule!
I'm the king of a house! And, what's more, beyond that
I'm the king of a blueberry bush and a cat!
I'm Yertle the Turtle! Oh, marvelous me!
For I am the ruler of all that I see!"

And all through the morning, he sat up there high
Saying over and over, "A great king am I!"
Until 'long about noon. Then he heard a faint sigh.
"What's that?" snapped the king,and he looked down the stack.
And he saw, at the bottom, a turtle named Mack.
Just a part of his throne. And this plain little turtle
Looked up and he said, "Beg your pardon, King Yertle.
I've pains in my back and my shoulders and knees.
How long must we stand here, Your Majesty, please?"

"SILENCE!" the King of the Turtles barked back.
"I'm king, and you're only a turtle named Mack."

"You stay in your place while I sit here and rule.
I'm the king of a cow! And I'm the king of a mule!
I'm the king of a house! And a bush! And a cat!
But that isn't all. I'll do better than that!
My throne shall be higher!" his royal voice thundered,
"So pile up more turtles! I want 'bout two hundred!"

"Turtles! More turtles!" he bellowed and brayed.
And the turtles 'way down in the pond were afraid.
They trembled. They shook. But they came. They obeyed.
From all over the pond, they came swimming by dozens.
Whole families of turtles, with uncles and cousins.
And all of them stepped on the head of poor Mack.
One after another, they climbed up the stack.

Then Yertle the Turtle was perched up so high,
He could see forty miles from his throne in the sky!
"Hooray!" shouted Yertle. "I'm the king of the trees!
I'm king of the birds! And I'm king of the bees!
I'm king of the butterflies! King of the air!
Ah, me! What a throne! What a wonderful chair!
I'm Yertle the Turtle! Oh, marvelous me!
For I am the ruler of all that I see!"

Then again, from below, in the great heavy stack,
Came a groan from that plain little turtle named Mack.
"Your Majesty, please... I don't like to complain,
But down here below, we are feeling great pain.
I know, up on top you are seeing great sights,
But down here at the bottom we, too, should have rights.
We turtles can't stand it. Our shells will all crack!
Besides, we need food. We are starving!" groaned Mack.

"You hush up your mouth!" howled the mighty King Yertle.
"You've no right to talk to the world's highest turtle.
I rule from the clouds! Over land! Over sea!
There's nothing, no, NOTHING, that's higher than me!"

But, while he was shouting, he saw with surprise
That the moon of the evening was starting to rise
Up over his head in the darkening skies.
"What's THAT?" snorted Yertle. "Say, what IS that thing
That dares to be higher than Yertle the King?
I shall not allow it! I'll go higher still!
I'll build my throne higher! I can and I will!
I'll call some more turtles. I'll stack 'em to heaven!
I need 'bout five thousand, six hundred and seven!"

But, as Yertle, the Turtle King, lifted his hand
And started to order and give the command,
That plain little turtle below in the stack,
That plain little turtle whose name was just Mack,
Decided he'd taken enough. And he had.
And that plain little lad got a bit mad.
And that plain little Mack did a plain little thing.
He burped!
And his burp shook the throne of the king!And Yertle the Turtle, the king of the trees,
The king of the air and the birds and the bees,
The king of a house and a cow and a mule...
Well, that was the end of the Turtle King's rule!
For Yertle, the King of all Sala-ma-Sond,
Fell off his high throne and fell Plunk! in the pond!

And today the great Yertle, that Marvelous he,
Is King of the Mud. That is all he can see.
And the turtles, of course... all the turtles are free
As turtles and, maybe, all creatures should be.

Yaz-tastic!

It’s been a totally 80’s flashback kind of few weeks. None more so than last night. Last night Lyle and I saw Yaz (or if you are from Europe, Yazoo) at the Orpheum Theater in delightful downtown Los Angeles.

We left the house early (due the debacle of parking at the Forum for George Michael – let’s just say, it’s gonna’ have to be DINNER with George Michael to get me to go to the Forum again any time soon) and we arrived downtown at 7:15 for an 8 pm concert.

We took a walk around the block to see if there was anything we needed to do or see in the neighborhood and since we had already eaten, there was nothing for us. I did get to play tourist in my own town and snap a few photos of the amazing architecture built back in the day when people actually went downtown and walked slow enough to look up and see things.

At 7:30 we decided to just go on in and get a drink inside the theater since we only had half an hour to kill. Then we decided that we’d have to pee too soon if we had drinks so we just went in and sat down. We were in our seats at 7:45. But the concert didn’t start at 8. Turns out they were having an un-billed “opening act” of a DJ who plays until 9. At that point we decided we had PLENTY OF TIME to have a drink, let the drink move through on an amazing journey and exit well before any concert began. At 8:45 Richard Blade (formerly of KROQ fame) came out and gave a pep talk about this historical reunion that got everyone excited and almost moving to their seats. At about 9:05 Yaz hit the stage.

The lights above the theater lobby as seen from the mezzanine bar.

There was no restriction on taking a camera in to the show. So of course I did.

The chandeliers inside the theater itself.

Now I must ask, what is up with people living forever in the 80’s? I totally mocked anyone who looked like they emerged from a time machine. I kept asking, “didn’t they have to enter the theater through this decade?” Skin tight jeans that would make the Olsen twins look fat, too much eye shadow, asymmetrical haircuts and clove cigarettes? We were sitting inside the theater, well inside and up on the mezzanine bar level when the overpowering smell of clove cigarettes wafted through the room. Since there is no smoking anywhere inside the theater I must inquire, how many people were smoking outside in front of the theater to get that strong a smell inside?

Then there was the mix of totally 80’s cologne. Do people still buy all that or were they saving it from 20 years ago “just in case” Yaz held a reunion tour and they needed a fix to get them in the mood? Anteus by Chanel was very strong in my seating section and I also could distinctly pick out Kouros and Polo. Seriously, POLO?

Then there was the plethora of “girls night out” looks. You know, they went to Forever 21 and got a light flirty dress almost like they were going to a prom, but a little shorter so it doesn't’ look so dated, with some glitter embellishments so you don’t have to wear so many accessories then tease your hair out as big as inhumanely possible... I think I’ve gotten on the “girls night out” mailing list. I saw a lot of that at Yaz, George Michael, Sex & The City screening... Oh my god, I’m a girl on a night out!

For myself, I opted for understated. Navy blue dress shirt smartly pressed, dark indigo jeans smartly pressed, black patent loafers (as if I was going to a very swell soiree but only my feet would attend) and black Hermes belt with silver “H” buckle. Low hair. Not high hair. And trust me on this There was a LOT OF HIGH HAIR out last night.

On purpose I had purchased seats in the balcony. I could have had seats very close to the front on the main floor but I decided that there were going to many people wetting themselves eager to dance along and I personally would rather sit as much as I could. I chose balcony for it’s pitch to be able to see over people who may stand and for the likelihood that people would have vertigo and not dance so high in the sky. Of course I was wrong. At one point Lyle turned to me and said, “I am very uncomfortable with the way this balcony is bouncing.” I completely agreed.

Before we left the house, Lyle showed me his best mocking of an 80’s dance. I told him his was tame compared to what I could pull off (think Go-Go’s crossed with Rick Astley) and we both wondered aloud how many of those we would see that night. We saw them all. In particular the to the lovely couple in the front row of the balcony that literally danced through EVERY SONG regardless of how slow it went, how on Earth did you not fall out of the balcony and what the hell were you on?

In the foreground two crazy dancers.

Set list:
Nobody's Diary
Bad Connection
Mr. Blue
Good Times
Tuesday
Ode To Boy
Goodbye Seventies
Too Pieces
In My Room
Anyone
Walk Away From Love
I Before E Except After C (instrumental with no performers on stage, good time for bathroom break, but they come back RIGHT AWAY, so don’t take too long.)
State Farm
Sweet Thing
Winter Kills
Midnight
Unmarked
Bring Your Love Down (Didn't I)
Don't Go
Only You
Situation
After a tight and efficient 1 hour and 20 minute set the show was over. But oh the memories I will take away of having finally seen Yaz live in concert and seeing that drunk woman with the 4 inch white platform shoes pony her way almost successfully down the stairs. I did say ”almost”, WHOOPS!

Watering Hole

The fountain in the front yard serves many purposes. During the day it's used by crows to wash their food. In the early evening we get this little drinker. All day, hours of entertainment.

Jim+Bo

Bo Derek is an idiot and I have proof.

I met Bo in 2000 when I worked on a photoshoot with her. I told me dad I got to see Bo Derek naked and he told me she was in Playboy and anyone could see her naked. I told him I had seen her naked in person in a hotel room while she changed clothes.
My dad asked me, "And?"
And she looked good. Her boobs are real. Slight dip, but nothing dramatic. Still perky.
"And?"
And she has some fine scars on her legs. Says she needs to wear hosiery to cover them up for photos. Claims they came from skateboarding as a child and horseback riding as an adult.
"And?"
And what?
"And... nothing? It didn't do anything at all for you?"
No dad. Seeing Bo Derek naked did absolutely nothing for me. If it had done something for me, they probably wouldn't have let me hang out in the room while she changed.
"Sheesh. What a waste!" and my dad walked away shaking his head.

Ms Derek also would not wear any pointed shoes. Since that was the fashion of the day we were hard pressed to find any round toed shoes. We found about three pairs in the entire city. "These are all ugly" said Bo. Yes, we thought that as well. WE also got 10 pairs of stunning pointed toe shoes. "I won't wear pointed shoes. I don't like the way they look." We pointed out that the shoes probably won't even be in the shot so that wouldn't really be an issue. "I won't wear pointed shoes. And I won't were those round toed shoes because they're ugly." And with that Bo sat down and turned away from us. So we took the Dolce & Gabanna round toe shoes (which for round toe, were quite stunning) back to the store and we scoured the city for other round toe shoes finally finding some non-descript non-designer shoes on sale and those she was just delighted with.

Gratuitous Tarzan photo.

So far, she's just an overindulged pampered star. Standard stuff. Then a few months later I read the article the photoshoot was to accompany.

From the September 2000 issue of George Magazine:

"Meet Bo Derek these days and you don't think about her firm torso; you think about her firm convictions. After the death of her beloved husband, director John Derek, two years ago, Bo, now 43, went into hiding. But this past spring, she . . . emerged a little blonder, a little thinner, and unabashedly Republican. Yet her family — and Hollywood — have given Derek less than a perfect '10' for her politics. 'My grandmother hung up on me when I told her I was a Republican,' she says.

"Derek switched political parties 12 years ago, after deciding the Democrats' 'social programs had gone too far and eliminated any incentive for poor people to be independent.' She jumped aboard the Dole/Kemp bus for the last 96 hours of their 1996 campaign, and there's been no turning back. . . .

"Friends have warned Derek to 'keep her politics to herself,' because her opinions could cost her work in very liberal Hollywood, but she says it's not a problem. 'I don't want to be seen as the poster child for the Hollywood blacklist. I'm working, and I'm not the only conservative out here.' "

Christina Valhouli, writing on "Bo Knows Politics.

Remember Bo? Born Mary Catherine Collins, she met director John Derek who was 46 years old and still married to Linda Evans. Bo and John fled the from the US and stayed in Germany to avoid John being charged with statutory rape under U.S. law due to Bo only being 16. When they returned after she was 18 they were legally married (it was her first, duh) and his fourth. They remained married until he passed away.

Bo talks on and on in the article about how she doesn't completely agree with the Republican party about gays, abortion, or other so called "values" issues. But what really got her on board the Republican party was that whole "incentive for poor people to be independent" plank they offered. Yes, because Bo has been on and off welfare her whole life and she really knows what a struggle it can be. Why she's been struggling since she started modeling in her teens living with her parents and then continued that struggle while living with her rich husband. Struggle, struggle, struggle. And this is why she is a Republican.

And that is why she is an idiot.

Wow, is my hair ever HIGH!

Happy 4th

Fireworks over Malibu.