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Courtesy of RealSauce (thank you), here is RosieMemos breakdown, you can follow her thread.
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While the Dems continue to behave badly, I thought I would spit out a few stories. This one has a happy ending. It’s a story about taking a chance, trusting your own instincts, and love.
Online dating can be a feast or famine experience. Our preconceived notions get in the way, part of the human condition. Sometimes, when we finally meet the person, we can be pleasantly surprised, or horrified. One thing is certain, there doesn’t seem to be a middle ground.
Because we are a B&B, we have hosted an unusually high number of these “first meetings”. You know me, I stay in the kitchen and mind my own business. Yet, the drama unfolds. Here’s my story.
I got a phone call from a young woman, super efficient, business type. She booked two rooms, both her and her girlfriend were meeting their online beaus for the first time. If things went well, the couples would share rooms. If things didn’t go well, then the girls would share rooms. Okay, fine. Memorial Day weekend, so they would be together for a while. My husband curled his eyebrow and said, “Could be an interesting weekend”.
Professional woman arrived first. She was great. She came straight from an office, dressed in a suit. She was rather rotund and homely, but strong and capable. She told me the other female would be a very late arrival…. Okay with me.
Professional woman went to pick up her guy at the airport and they returned. Other guy arrived in an upscale BMW with Texas plates. He was wearing cowboy boots.
One guy, her guy, was the “famine” side of online dating. He was from Oregon, couldn’t have been 5’2″, and she was quite tall. They looked odd together but hey, for every sock there is a sneaker. He made Pete Butegeig look like John Wayne. She was disappointed. I felt sorry for the guy.
The other guy made my toes curl. He was an international pipeline trouble shooter for Amoco, lived in Houston. Oh, ladies, that man had swagger and a twinkle in his eye. We couldn’t wait to see what his “match” would look like. Amoco guy was definitely “the feast” side of online dating.
The three went out for dinner, one girl still missing. She was working on her PhD in psych and volunteered for a suicide hot-line but could not get loose until late. I was in bed, fast asleep, …..left her a key.
Next morning, Amoco guy was up early with husband drinking coffee in the kitchen. They were sharing parts of the paper while I started breakfast. I broke the silence and finally asked him, “So, what do you think of her?” Amoco guy peered over the paper at my husband, knowing glance, and said, “Everything is good.” Well, gheez, I was hoping for a little more, but the guys weren’t talking. I was staring at him, looking for more details, and he said, “I think she will sleep in until late, don’t count on her for breakfast.” Well, she didn’t get here until almost 1:00am. I made adjustments to the egg count.
Professional woman and Oregon came down, had breakfast quickly and left to tour sites. I swear, she unrolled his napkin for him, but they seemed to be getting along quite well. They were on a tight schedule. Amoco guy was still sitting in the kitchen…. being a guy. He even helped me dry the breakfast dishes. What a gentleman.
About 10:30am, she appeared, still wearing her pajamas, and she looked like a goddess, about 5’10”, natural light blond, big blue eyes, and as my husband said, “the body of a Penthouse Pet”. She had just woken up, not a stitch of makeup, and was hunting for coffee. We all talked for a while, I liked her. She was “sweet” and “a good girl”. She went back upstairs to take a shower and get dressed. Amoco guy asked me if I could make them a picnic lunch……. he had something up his sleeve. I found a picnic basket and put together some sandwiches, fruit, and leftovers. He helped me like a member of the family, and off they went.
Oregon and biz chic returned mid-afternoon. It rained on them and Oregon guy looked like he was dragged behind the car the whole way home. He took a nap on a couch. Biz chic was reading a book when I went upstairs to make beds. The tone had turned = not good.
Amoco and the goddess did not return until after dark. About 9:30pm, I was getting ready for bed when Amoco knocked on the door to our section of the house. I had sweats on but came to the door. He said, “I need your help, can I talk to you for a minute?” I told him to come in and shut the door behind him. He was whispering.
So, there we were, standing in the middle of the laundry room, with my piles of sheets. He asked if I could make another picnic for them tomorrow. No problem, agreed. Then, he told me he needed an engagement ring. I put my hand back to brace myself on the dryer, “Are you sure you want to do this?”, I asked him. He nodded. I asked again. He was 110% sure. He struck me as the kind of man who knows what he wants.
Then, we thought about what to do. This isn’t Houston where the Galleria is open until 10:00pm and we could wander in and pick up a big diamond. Where were we going to get an engagement ring between 9:30pm on Saturday night and 10:00am on Sunday morning? In the middle of our little town?
He thought I had the answer.
He looked at me, like I could twitch my nose and make diamonds appear, like I did it all the time…… I started thinking. “Okay”, I said, “Obviously she will want to pick out her own ring, eventually. Southern women are very particular about comfort level of  the wedding ring they will wear for the rest of their lives.” He agreed and was nodding. I continued, “So…., you really just need ‘a ring’, as a symbol of your intentions, …….. right?” He decided he could do that, and I was probably right, she would want to choose her own ring. Some women like a simple band, some want a big rock, etc. I told him I had my grandmother’s or my mom’s ring which he could borrow for the occasion.
We were digging in my jewelry box in the bathroom when my husband wandered in and said, “Are we having a party in the bathroom?” Guy moment. Amoco guy told husband he was proposing and I was helping. We left him in the bathroom and moved back to the laundry piles. He picked mom’s ring, and I was sworn to secrecy.
Next morning, big breakfast, everyone there. Biz chic and Oregon back to touring for the day. Amoco and goddess off to the countryside with another picnic. Amoco had the ring.
Amoco and goddess returned late afternoon. I heard nothing about the big event…. waiting…. waiting…… Biz chic and Oregon returned late. I was in the kitchen, cleaning up our dinner dishes, when the two girls burst through the door.
Huge discussion. Amoco had proposed to the goddess and she thanked me for the “temporary ring”. Biz chic was obviously the dominant friend and was counseling her on a “life-altering” decision. Was she sure? Did she want to wait to finish her PhD? Where would they live? What about HER career? Did she really want to move to Texas? What would her parents think? A million questions from biz chic. All through it, the goddess seemed very innocent, naive, pure, and true. She was a perfect stereotype of a “good girl”. I was quiet but I could tell, the business chic was making goddess uneasy about her decision to say “yes”.
Ever so casually, the goddess mentioned….. “Well, I need to decide because he is leaving on a job for 6 weeks in Greece and he wants me to go with him.”
I stopped washing dishes, straightened up, and said, …….”What did you say?”
Goddess: He wants to stay here for a few more days and get married so my folks could be here for the wedding and we can honeymoon in Greece. Or we could get married in Greece, but my folks would miss it. Or, we can stay engaged for a while (she shuffled her feet on the last option = big tell)
Biz chic (sensing she was losing her best friend): This is all too fast, he needs to slow down.
Goddess: (sad face) But we’ve known each other for a year, I love him.
Biz chic: You don’t know anything about him. (lots of frowning and scowling) What about your work?
Goddess: I volunteer, and I like to help people, but this is the man I love.
Goddess: (Exasperated and almost asking permission of the biz chic to have her own life. And then she said it. She hesitated and second guessed herself,) “I suppose there is no harm in a long engagement……”
Biz Chic: (Happy —- for herself.)
Me: (Waving my arms) Stop. Do you love this man and you’re sure he’s the one? (yes) Will your parents love him as much as you do?(yes) Will he be a wonderful husband and father?(yes)
I banged a pan on the counter and startled them both. I said, “Well then, when opportunity knocks, you need to open the damn door.”
Goddess: Beaming. It was what she wanted to do all along.
Me: Do you want your folks to be here? (Goddess nodding, yes) Then, we’re having a wedding. Call your folks.
She called from the kitchen phone. We had the wedding on Wednesday. It worked. Off they went to Greece.
They sent us Christmas cards for many years…….. six kids.
When the right one comes along, you know. Trust your instincts. Live a happy life and love that person 110%.
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I have to tell you all this story. It’s a good one. Curl up for a little while.
It was the mid 90’s, and the B&B was in full swing. We had guests from 40+ countries and every state in the union with rarely had an empty room. I was making hay while the sun was shining, trying to grow my new business and family.
Some guests had never stayed in a B&B and were apprehensive. They thought I might be like an “Aunt Bea”, from Mayberry, and insist on ironing their underwear. No, not me. I came out of hectic corporate life to a small town. Local factories of large conglomerates kept us busy with business executives. I understood what they wanted, the pressure of their schedules, and provided exemplary high-end customer service.
As the internet was just beginning, we rarely had weekend guests. It took several years of biz operation to be published and included in the B&B guidebooks, pre-internet. As the internet grew, and more and more people came on-line, our weekend business increased significantly.
I got a call from a guy in Nashville to book a room, for a couple, for a weekend. He explained he was getting married the following weekend, but needed to spend time with an old friend – before he got married. I thought, “Too much information for me, name/address/credit card#, please. I didn’t have time to care why he was here. Not my business.
Full house that weekend, but I can’t remember the other guests. Guy from Nashville checked in, but he was by himself. Attractive guy, VERY tall, 6’4”, maybe, and a happy guy, kind of geeky. I gave him the biggest bed in the house (so he was comfortable), which was the bedroom above our’s. Checked him in, showed him to his room, went over a few details about breakfast, and I disappeared back to the kitchen.
Lisa, my girlfriend/staff person was wandering around up front, doing something, and came to find me. She said, “You’re not going to believe what all they are hauling into the house.” I frowned/scowled at her. Some of my girlfriends were notorious busy-bodies, and a guest’s business was their business. Lisa pouted but rolled her eyes at me.
I was checking in other guests when Nashville guy came back in with his “friend”. She was mid-60’s, grey hair down to her mid-back, stringy, not a stitch of makeup and probably weighed 320lbs. Gee whiz……. wasn’t expecting that one….. and they were sleeping together…… the week before he was to be married…… Hmmmm…..
Ever so politely, Nashville guy introduced me to his companion. I stuck out my hand to shake her’s. Normal etiquette, right? She shook my hand, looked me dead in the eye, and said, “I’m a witch and I’m here to bless the marriage.” She wouldn’t let go of my hand. I looked at him, and her. I narrowed my eyes in frustration, as our hands became a contest. I jerked my hand away. She wasn’t going to “zap my power”, or whatever the heck she thought she could do. I muddled something mildly polite ……. and I fled.
Back in the kitchen, I literally scrubbed the HELL off my hands. Lisa was gone. I had no girlfriend there to talk to, but OMGGGGGGGG there was a witch in my house!
By the time ex-husband got home, I almost tackled him at the back door. I was blubbering, and told him all about the encounter. He had had several beers (Friday afternoon with the boys), tilted his head back, looked down his nose and said, “Takes all kinds…… Are we ready to cook steaks?” He was dismissive. We didn’t see them for the rest of the night, but we heard them. A few bangs and bumps, which is unusual for our house….. The house is all plaster and practically soundproof. I wondered what they were doing…… “witch stuff“…… ?
Was she turning him into a warlock? Did his fiancee know? Admittedly, my knowledge of “witch stuff” is limited.
Next morning, husband was first up. He liked to get up early and survey the house, make coffee, and read the paper in peace. When I arrived in the kitchen, there were chair parts in the middle of the floor. I was barely awake. “What happened?”, I said to him. He explained he found the chair parts in the dining room with a note he passed to me to read, “Looks like your Witch got mad at you and decided to break your furniture!”. I read the note, which was most apologetic and kind. They offered to pay for the chairs. I wondered…. two solid oak chairs…. how could they possibly…..
Husband left to do the yard, and Lisa showed up. Finally, I had someone with whom I could commiserate. Lisa is probably the MOST religious person I know, and we live in the midst of the bible belt. I told Lisa all about the Witch, and how she grabbed my hand. She refused to come down for breakfast, but he didn’t look any different the following morning. Lisa was almost frozen in shock. We cleaned up the kitchen from breakfast and talked about it. As guests left for the day’s activities, normally, we freshened their rooms. Lisa didn’t want to go in their room. I laughed. There was no way the devil would ever compromise Lisa. By the time we talked it out, we began to feel silly about the whole thing.
Lisa yelled at me from the balcony, “Daughn, you have to come up here and see this.” I came out of the laundry to the stairs, “What do you want?” She repeated. I frowned. We never nosed around in people’s things. It’s rude and fowl. She said, “No, this time, you need to see this.” I trusted her, stopped what I was doing, and we went into the room together.
All over the walls, my moire silk wallpaper, were dayglow stickers that made patterns at night. What the heck? I looked at Lisa, she at me, nodding, “Told ya’ so”………… We were paused at the doorway and tried for a minute to see if there was any pattern to the stickers. We couldn’t come up with anything……… but then again…….. we’re not witches.
Lisa said, “That’s not the best part. Wait until you see the bathroom.” Unsure of when Nashville Guy and the Witch would return, I found myself tip-toeing in my own house…. into their bathroom. There were containers of makeup all over the counter, and more makeup cases on the floor. Don’t get me wrong, I’m an Estee Lauder queen, but she brought 47 bottles of nail polish. I counted them. Who brings 47 bottles of nail polish for a weekend? Lisa flung open the door of the closet. On the floor, what looked like a hundred WalMart bags, 68 pairs of women’s shoes. Huh? We double counted them. We looked at each other, not knowing what to think. Lisa was a beauty queen and I was best-dressed in high school, but wow, we also knew how to pack and travel. This woman was a nut, ………….but that didn’t mean she was evil or would harm anyone.
Then, the chanting started.
Later afternoon, Lisa gone, the Witch and Nashville guy returned. About 4-5:00pm, I was minding my own business, setting the table for the next day. I heard chanting. The witch was sitting in my formal living room, chanting, holding hands with Nashville guy. Little stones were arranged on my coffee table. I interrupted her chanting as I peaked around the corner, and they asked me to JOIN THEM! I couldn’t help it and blurted out, “Fat chance!”
Well, that precipitated a bit of an argument, which turned ugly. Finally, I asked them to leave. It was the only time in 25yrs I’ve ever asked anyone to leave my house. They left in a hurry, dragging WalMart sacks, full of shoes. As she departed, I was holding the door.  She stopped, turned to me and said, “Curses will fall upon you…” The look on her face indicated she meant it, but I was mad, and I had Daughn power. She needed to go.
I wandered around the house for a while….. thinking……  Really? “Curses on you”? I thought it was not very original, and she was making fun of me, trying to spook me…. which only made me more angry. It bothered me for the rest of the day and night. I was vexed but not hexed. 
Well, by Monday morning, word had spread.  The girls were all abuzz about the Witch. More girlfriends stopped in after taking their kids to school, so we had to repeat the story. They were all agog, more so with every unfolding detail. On girlfriend to me, “Do you feel any different, Miss D?”. She placed the back of her palm on my forehead to take my temperature, reporting back to the other women that I “seemed okay”. Nonetheless, we had to “DO” something and purify the house again, allegedly. Yep, that was it. They had decided. Something had to be done, urgently. Interesting situation……
I’m Presbyterian. So, I called Bob, my Presbyterian minister.
He came right over, and we told him our story. Some of the girls were very animated, we were a pretty diverse bunch, black/white, and different ages. To me, Bob is more like a friend than a minister. We worked on many projects together. He chuckled and assured us there were no witches. We were unyielding. The girls wanted some kind of movie-drama-exorcism of the house….. just to make sure. I understood their apprehension in our culture of the Mississippi Delta, and it was important for me to respect their wishes. Bob was puzzled. Presbyterian ministers don’t do that….. exorcisms. Well, said the group, we needed someone who did…….. “THAT”.
I thought, “Where am I going to find a Catholic?”
The girls were insistent. Bob looked at me as if to question……. half seriously, half joking.  We were stuck. I went along with the girls, my empathy to them was necessary. What could an exorcism hurt? I would be pleased to have a super-duper blessing over my house……. and happy girlfriends.
Well, this is rural Mississippi. Bob called the Catholic priest, but we only have one Catholic church in town, and their priest rotated. No one wanted to wait too long.
And sooooo…………
On steamy summer Wednesday afternoon, we had two Black ministers, a Methodist Minister, an Evangelical Youth Leader, and a Presbyterian Minister, gather together with my girlfriends to do an ad hoc southern Protestant exorcism of the house. My girlfriends brought their own ministers. It was great. I’ve never been prayed over so much in my life. We had communion, we sang, and said a prayer. The Devil didn’t stand a chance. The ministers talked to the heavens and cast out any semblance of a residual demon.
And don’t you know it, we had a scrumptious potluck afterwards……
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. said Sunday mornings were the most segregated time in America. Well, that Wednesday afternoon, in my parlor, we were all together with a common mission. It was probably the first mixed-race, mixed faith, religious ceremony/EXORCISM in the county, if not the state. We did it.
Surely, our house is blessed.
Take that, Witch.
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We need a story. The media has lost their collective mind and they, like a 14yr old girl, need to cry it out in order to return to the family dinner table.
Cuppa Covfefe made a post yesterday and it triggered the memory of a good story. Grab a cup of coffee and put your feet up for a few minutes and take a ride with me.
Remember the old parable about the cobbler’s children having no shoes? It’s probably true, because the cobbler is too busy making shoes for paying customers. Likewise, the plumber’s house probably has a leaky faucet. Our B&B, as the home of a General Contractor, had similar problems and constantly needed attention as a historical property.
When I met my first husband, he was in debt. I wasn’t worried about the money. I knew how to make money, and he was particularly gifted at what he did. Keep in mind, I’m saying this as an ex-wife today, which means yes, he was very good at what he did. In fact, after the divorce, I hired him to work for my company – doing take-offs for construction projects. Anyway…..
While we were dating, he expressed the desire to become a “bonded” construction company. It was a big deal. Mountains of paperwork involved, and for every job which is bonded, “X” amount of money has to sit, in a CD at  bank, not as operating capital, to be grabbed by the bonding company in case we went bad and did not complete the job. Plus, there was no limit to the liability. The bonding company could literally take the shirt from my back.
To be clear, if a job was “bonded”, and we took a job for $60K renovation for a master bedroom/kitchen, that meant we had to have $60K sitting in a CD and didn’t get our money back until the job was pronounced complete, by the architect, and released. Bonded jobs, however, were usually state/federal jobs, and awash in an excess of paperwork. I took on the task of getting him bonded. It took me 9 months, but we were successful. First bond = $50K.
For the entire course of our marriage, we lived off of what I made at the B&B, while we plowed profits back into the construction company to be able to bond at higher and higher limits, $100K, $200K, $250K, $500K, and finally, a million or more. I worked hard to support our family but so did he. We were building out little empire as most couples do. He took a little bit in salary, but just enough to pay the mortgage on the shop, his child support for my step-son, and a minimal cable/phone bill. I covered everything else.
Because he was bonded, one of only 8 companies in the state, he got a big break building strip centers on the out parcels located around new Wal-Mart stores. Occasionally, he was gone for 3-4 day stretches out of town. This was new and unusual, but part of “bonding” and our new success. While we were building our businesses, I understood when he ignored things I wanted done at the B&B. One day, the staff and I were working on a big job and my mother-in-law was here, swilling martinis and watching us work. We were on top of each other and made an effort to work around HER.
MIL: You need a bigger kitchen.
Me: Well, the kitchen was ignored in the renovation, I still have metal cabinets from 1948. We’re making it work as best we can.
MIL: (Pointing with an olive on a toothpick) Honey, why don’t you take a sledgehammer to the back wall of the kitchen and knock it out (she had actually done this to her husband to precipitate a renovation she wanted).
Me: (Aghast)
MIL: The timing is perfect. You’re pregnant. He can’t hit you. (God as my witness, that’s what she said.)
Although humorous to entertain the idea, I’m simply not the manipulative type. Besides, we had too much scheduled for the kitchen to be down for 2-6 weeks for a rebuild. Yet, her words rang in my ears for years…….
At one point, my ex-husband hired an architect to draw up a plan for our kitchen addition. As everyone agreed, I needed a bigger kitchen. I was thrilled, until I saw the plan. Instead of making use of existing space – he just added onto the house. The proposed kitchen looked like a bowling alley. It was 62′ from my stovetop to the dining room table. And I made breakfast for guests, every day. The architect was confined to a wheelchair. I was worried about my own feet. Plans…… scrapped.
A new bonded job meant another trip out of town. This time, he “gave me” his men to do various tasks around the house. We had a discussion of a few things I wanted done and he was okay with the idea. No blowing the budget. Well, maybe a little bit. Finally, the cobbler’s wife was getting a new pair of Cinderella slippers. I had 4 days and my imagination ran wild.
Basement: We have about 800 sq ft in the basement the previous owners used as a root cellar. They had a hand operated assembly line for masons jars/preserves. I wanted the assembly line removed, new stairs built, lighting installed, as we used the basement for storage for extra catering supplies. It was our huge butler’s pantry. New shelving in place and a work table. Minimal but functional. Sweet!
On the main floor, all the furniture removed from our den, plaster guys in to fix the walls, wallpaper and carpeting installed, new furniture, new den. Master bedroom, same treatment, bookcases installed to match trim – to be Gunner’s new bedroom as we would move upstairs.
Second floor – My stepson’s room, The “Maid’s Room”, was actually master bedroom size, and had a large bathroom, closet, and a repeat of the back hallway (about 11’x15′), more like a suite of rooms. I had the upstairs dressing room plumbed for another laundry room. An original wall mounted ironing board was brought back to life, and the back hallway became a souped up dressing room. The old bathroom was patched and painted as well as the new master bedroom. Furniture moved, new linen. Shelving in the bath and closet – good to go.
Outside, the masons were working on the brick garden. We have an intricate trellised brick garden, but because the house was abandoned for 23yrs, many repairs need to be made. Commercial electricians showed up to replace primary our meter base. We now have a 900 Amp meter base which is over 7′ tall. Stunning.
There were workmen and my girlfriends……. everywhere.
But that was nothing compared to what we did to the attic. The top floor of the house, the attic, is about 2300 sq ft., pine flooring, and the center has about a 22′ ceiling. We transformed the attic into our wonderland. We have a full, five-panel door and wide wooden stairs leading to the attic, off the back hallway (my new dressing/laundry area). I dreamed about an attic workshop for years…….. and I was finally getting one.
All the women in my family are handy/crafty. My mom knitted. My step-mother painted and cooked. Grandma Della sewed. Other grandmas/aunts crossstiched and made lace for pillowcases. All those women had a craft closet or a guest bedroom where they would stash their supplies. Problem was, my craft stuff was now making the mortgage payments and paying for a fairly nice lifestyle for my family. I rationalized – I needed more space to work. I went a little overboard on the attic.
From the previous owners, we already had a 12’x15′ cedar closet in the attic. The men built shelves, all round the center section and then in the galleys surrounding the center section. I had cable TV brought up and wired to the attic. Shop lights came in, and pegboards went up. Phone installed, mini fridge, but even though I had the water lines plumbed…….. I didn’t have enough time to put in a half-bath. Darn it.
We created separate work stations for sewing, kids crafts, wedding stuff, and a whole station for wrapping of presents. I had comfy chairs, and a few old rugs, and a great stereo. The girls and I spent so much time in the attic, we created a play space for the kids with chalkboards, bean bag chairs, and little table and chairs. Gunner loved it.
The construction boys and I got crossways when it came to shelving for ribbon. I have a LOT of ribbon. Different jobs required more and more, different sizes and shapes. Again, not a hobby, this was business. One year, we wrapped Christmas presents for a corporate client, made almost $5K. Not too bad, eh? Another year, we did corporate basket gifts. With the profit, I sent Big T to Boston Red Sox Fantasy Camp as his Christmas present. Along the way, we gained a reputation for wrapping gifts. Hey, whatever paid the bills was fine with me. The construction boys argued I could NEVER fill up that many shelves with ribbon……….

Yeah, and those pics don’t include the Christmas/Easter ribbons…….. and all the wrapping paper, and boxes, and “stuff”.
Once the shelves were up, the girls and I swung into action outfitting our new space, while the men were still working downstairs. We were like kids with a new treehouse. We brought in clothes drying racks to hold reams of different colored tissue paper. Shoe shelves for various paints and every color of glitter. Drop down shelving for popsicle sticks, construction paper, old pantyhose, men’s socks, and fuzzy fringe balls. We bought out Wal-Mart of plastic bins – several times. They had to restock to suit us. We ordered a dumpster and threw old cardboard boxes from the attic window as we stocked and labeled our new bins.
A whole section for vases, balloons, oasis, and cases of glue sticks, guns, hammers, tools, marbles, wedding gear. A whole section to make Easter baskets. Wreaths hung from the rafters of the attic, preserved leaves, floral, yarn, fabric, uncompleted projects from generations of women. We organized a large sewing center, all the buttons/zippers/hooks/tape collected from generations of women, racks and racks of thread. I actually own 5 generations of my family’s women’s pinking shears. I had them framed. Every handmade item they created was a labor of love. I wanted our attic to be the same way.
And then there were the storage galleys….
Decorations for Christmas, Halloween, Easter, July 4th, a party for Oktoberfest, Chinese lanterns, Italian flags, Baby shower stuff, or a tropical themed party. Whatever was needed, we had it all. And we rented it out, over and over, and over again….. paying that mortgage.
We were upstairs, the girls and I, playing and planning, when all of a sudden, we heard a ruckus downstairs. My ex-husband was home a day early.
We were still waiting on the carpet guys for the den….. so the living room furniture was still sitting in the middle of the driveway………. couches, chairs, tables and lamps, right where he usually parked his truck……. Oh, crap.
He damn near had a heart attack. We did go a little bit overboard but we got a LOT done in 3 1/2 days. He gave me sooooo much grief. My response, I told him what his mother said, about knocking out the back wall of the kitchen. I joked and chuckled a little bit, “If you were gone a little longer, I could have done the kitchen, too.”
He was wide-eyed. The story of his mother knocking out a load bearing wall, while his dad was on a business trip in Europe (read as he didn’t take her with him and she was mad), was infamous in his family. For emphasis, I added, “And don’t think I haven’t thought about it!”
A few months later, he and the boys decided to take off and go fishing in Canada, Thunder Bay, for two weeks. It was a good trip and he deserved it, no whining from me at all. I liked the idea. All the guys in our family went fishing in Canada during the summer. In the pic below, from left to right, my grandfather, an uncle, the boy is my dad, and the guy on the right is my great-grandfather.

But……
He took the keys to every piece of equipment he had, bulldozer/backhoe/little cherry lift/bigger crane/ and all the trucks – and locked them in the safety deposit box…….. and took the safety deposit box key with him.
Darn it. The girls and I would have had fun with the backhoe.
I still haven’t renovated the kitchen. Missed my opportunity…….
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This is a broad overview, our American philosophy, a rough draft if you will allow me. We will get far more into the technical side of specific goods and industries as our trade negotiations develop. Currently, we have a “temporary” tariff of 25% on about 250 billion of Chinese imports. These are not “Permanent tariffs” as part of a long and ongoing US policy. It’s a tool to make China behave. If China agrees to behave, with an all important enforcement mechanism, then the tariff would go away. The choice is up to China.

Yes, the President is correct, the Chinese have devalued their currency, which creates the effect of the “tariff penalty” being paid on the Chinese side. Let’s take a look at the new temporary tariffs scheduled to be enacted on September 1, 2019.

You guys know me. I’m a numbers gal.
The USA has a 20 trillion dollar economy.
The new tariffs will be a 10% tariff on 300 billion in imported goods. This tranche of tariffs is mostly consumable products. The Trump administration was careful and saved those for last, hoping the Chinese would negotiate honorably…. but they have not.

In fact, per Maria Bartiromo this morning, the Chinese have backed out of all items where they previously agreed. Maria was wide-eyed when she explained —– The Chinese even backed out of their agreement to punish fentanyl makers who send drugs to the USA, which was important to President Trump. Got that? They want to continue killing Americans………. change your perspective a little bit? 

Back to the numbers: 

300 billion/20 trillion = .015
That’s 1.5% of our economy which COULD cost 10% more because of these tariffs.
Actual cost is even less. The increase would be .15%
A 10% tariff on the 300 Billion is .0015 or about 1/10th of 1% of our economy. Gotta move that decimal to the right, one more time, to get the actual cost of the increase.

Of course, that’s assuming the USA consumer still buys the same Chinese goods, the same supply chain, and nothing else changes. Think about your entire household income. Your budget may include mortgage/rent, a car, auto insurance, home insurance, health insurance, utilities, gas for the car, food, savings, maybe a summer vacation with the kids. Very little of what you spend your money on will be an item imported from China. AND, now that you’re more aware of what China has done to our economy, send fentanyl to our shores, their theft of intellectual property………
……. would you buy those dish towels/kids toy/light bulb from China…… or India….. or Turkey…. or Brazil…… or maybe even a dish towel/kid toy made in the USA?

Bottom line, the impact on the USA side is minimal – yet the devastation on the Chinese side is massive. Chinese exports to the USA are already down 11% with millions of jobs lost on the Chinese side. The President’s tactics are superior and he’s playing hardball. “Diplomacy” was never effective, other leaders have tried. We do have the upper hand. Don’t let the media worry you. And understand, these are not permanent tariffs. Here, tariffs are being used as a penalty, a tool, by President Trump to finally bring China to the table on trade…. to get them to stop stealing our intellectual property, and to trade fairly according to rules of the WTO…… remember those WTO rules….. the rules agreed to by every nation?

Sure, the problem of China acting badly should have been addressed by previous Presidents, before we lost our manufacturing base in the USA. Yet, the problem of where we are now was egged on by “leaders” in the USA. We were told that opening our markets to the Chinese would bring them into the 21st century, spread democracy,…. make the Chinese….. more like us. How arrogant they were. No, the story of rainbows, unicorns, and world peace, only masking the real motive…… love of money.

In the USA, historically low interest rates after the crash of ’08 helped companies grow and expand……. but multinational companies took loans from USA banks (and European banks as well) and expanded overseas…… which furthered the devastation of our manufacturing base. Low percentage to Zero tariffs, bringing the goods back into the USA, helped boost profits of multi-nationals and created cheaper goods in the USA……… but it was a sugar high. The hidden cost was far greater.

Shuttered factories all over the country are the result. Unemployed skilled workers are the result. Torn apart families and an increase in opioids are a result. Loss of ethics, honor, and a new attitude of “what can the government do for me – cuz I want a check”, is a result. But hey……. we can still by cheap towels from China with our welfare benefits.

With our last measure of dignity, we elected President Trump, in part, to fix the problem. It won’t be easy and we know it. We’re overdue for a solution. Leaders have to make tough choices. It’s time to make a stand…….. before there is nothing left of the American economy to stand upon.

Think about it this way. If we are mostly a consumer driven economy…. then right now, we are like a couch potato, cozy and comfy, eating doughnuts and pizza, as much as we want…. but we’re using our nation’s credit card to buy the doughnuts and our kids will pay the bill. If we don’t make anything anymore, if we don’t export, then the couch potato ends up eating seaweed and begging for a fish head. The problem is exacerbated by the fact that we are now older, fatter, lazier, more comfortable on the couch…….. and many have lost the fight…. no longer proud of their country…… nor inherently indignant about being told what to do and how to think.

As someone who trades internationally, I live in this industry. The “Problem of China” was the primary reason I voted for President Trump. I know other countries addressed the problem of Chinese trade — long go. Their leaders put in permanent tariffs. Turkey has imposed a permanent 18% tariff on Chinese goods. Brazil has a 35% tariff. You will laugh……. even IRAN has a 40% tariff on the importation of Chinese goods. We all know China cheats.

As someone who works in the building industry, I’m also aware of Chinese intellectual property theft. A software program called AutoCad is used by almost all architects. The cost of a license, to me, is about $15K. My head man in China downloaded it for $1.00. While the software expense of $15K might be frustrating for me…….. it’s nothing compared to losing the design for a nuclear submarine……. or a new jet fighter. My little condo plans don’t endanger national security.

We also know…. when the money is worked out, when “America is wealthy again”, we can afford to be generous. For instance, if I have $1.00, I can buy a soda. If I have $5, I can buy a soda and a burger. If I have $20, I can invite friends. The Dems, our political opposition, loves to spend money on lavish domestic programs. Even Republicans agree, we want to help those in need, but Republicans like to track the funds for effectiveness. With the money worked out, with trade worked out, we can afford to be more generous to those Americans who are truly in need.

Right now, for our economy, for our future stability, it’s a question of priorities.

And our priority is America, first!

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We need our President. We need to see him and cheer for normalcy and what is right and good in America. After two nights of the most bizarre public policy to ever grace a stage……. we are due.
So pack your suitcase and come with me on the Trump Party Bus.
Executive decision, QTree needs to form our own PAC so we can have a party bus. Oh, the other blogs would be so jealous.
RSBN has already landed in Cincinnati. We will start our MAGA Thread early in the AM because we all need a reprieve from Dems insanity.

Golden State Times is also on board.

Thank you to Leslie Eastman on Twit for a perfect description. This evening will be a “palate cleanser” for us. As Volgarian put it, after the Dem debates we needed a hot shower, a stiff drink and ibuprofen. President Trump will fix our mood.
What are we going to cook tonight????? I think we might need a Rally Recipe thread. Kind of like tailgating recipes but with “MOAR SAUCE”!!!!!!!!
Please feel free to drop pics and comments all day long. We will edit and update as needed.
QTreepers have been terrific over the past few days. Appreciate all the contributions.
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Hi folks!!
Are you ready for Round Two?

Looks like the media has decided Kamala needs to win this evening.

Debate will be live-streamed on CNN . com for those who want to watch on a device.
From now until “showtime” let’s decide who will get kicked out this evening?
Who will not survive the night?
What do you think?

Are you ready for another debate?
Rolling Stone has a terrific leaderboard found here: Link to Rolling Stone

How to watch the debates Link

The debates will be held at the Tuesday, July 30th and Wednesday, July 31st at the Fox Theatre in Detroit, Michigan. They will both begin at 8:00 p.m., and air live on CNN, CNN International, and CNN Español. They will be streamed on CNN.com. Dana Bash, Don Lemon, and Jake Tapper will be the moderators. 

Here is the Line up:

Night 1 — Tuesday, July 30th:

Bernie Sanders
Elizabeth Warren
Pete Buttigieg
Beto O’Rourke
Amy Klobuchar
John Hickenlooper
Tim Ryan
John Delaney
Marianne Williamson
Steve Bullock
Who is your favorite? Just to keep it interesting, I think we should send $10 to see Marianne mud wrestle with Pocahontas.

Lizzy might not like the idea but it’s better than a visit to the dentist for boosting ratings.

Bernie is in trouble and needs to have a good night. His staffers won’t show up unless they get paid overtime.

Save the steak and shrimp for a Trump Rally. Tonight only merits a grilled cheese and a pickle.

See you all at 8:00pm Eastern.
 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HlkY6VbotI
Training for 12 million workers, it’s a good idea.
Ivanka has worked hard on this project.
From the White House:

Bolen, Cheryl
Sent: Thursday, July 25, 2019 2:19 PM
Subject: In-town pool report #7 – worker event info
PLEDGE TO AMERICA’S WORKERS ONE YEAR CELEBRATION:
Today, President Trump, Vice President Pence, Advisor to the President Ivanka Trump and members of the Cabinet will host an event at the White House with workers and CEOs to celebrate the one year anniversary since the launch of the Pledge to America’s Workers. Over the course of the last year, Ivanka Trump has spearheaded a call-to-action for States and the private sector to create new education and training opportunities to better serve the American worker and encourage private investment in workforce development. On the first day of this month, President Trump signed a proclamation for Pledge to America’s Workers Month, 2019 and over the past few weeks Administration officials have crisscrossed the country to more than 17 cities to encourage this critical workforce development investment.
The White House is thrilled to announce that since President Trump signed the Executive Order, more than 300 companies and organizations have signed the Pledge, contributing to over 12 MILLION new opportunities for American students and workers over the next five years. Included in that is a huge commitment announced by NAM today that they have signed the Pledge to offer training opportunities to 1.2 Million American workers. The celebration event is a culmination of the year-long effort, intended to highlight workers’ stories and the role of the private sector in workforce development. Employees and CEOs of companies from around the country that have signed the Pledge to America’s Workers will be in attendance. Members of Congress and local legislators will also be participating in the event.

“Our mission is straightforward: to ensure inclusive growth and opportunity in our booming economy by creating pathways for all Americans, regardless of age or background, to acquiring the skills needed to secure and retain high-paying jobs,” said Ivanka Trump, Advisor to the President.
By the Numbers – As of July 25, 2019:
NEWS: Total # of Pledges (individuals impacted) – 12,730,505
-Total # of Companies/Associations – 335
-Total # of States – 35 states + the District of Columbia
-Total # of Governors – 37 Governors
-Total # of Countries – 12 countries + USA
For more about the Pledge to America’s Workers: https://whitehouse.us19.list-manage.com/track/click?u=c97630621baff8c44fe607661&id=29837bfc6d&e=ed6de30c2c
One Year Video: >https://twitter.com/IvankaTrump/status/1154356943403835392<
EXTERNAL PARTICIPANTS:
Representative Liz Cheney
Representative Virginia Foxx
Jim Lentz, CEO, Toyota North America
Barbara Humpton, CEO, Siemens
Jay Timmons, President and CEO, National Association of Manufacturers (NAM)
Marillyn Hewson, Chairman, President and CEO, Lockheed Martin
Sean McGarvey, President, North America’s Building Trade Unions
William “Chip” Rogers, President and CEO, American Hotel & Lodging Association (AHLA)
John Hritz, President and CEO, JSW Steel
David Raby, President & CEO, STI Electronics, IPC
Barton James, President and CEO, Air Conditioning Contractors of America (ACCA)
Ardine Williams, Vice President, People Operations, Workforce Development, Amazon
Brian Roach, Senior Vice President and Managing Director, SAP
Sarah Franklin, EVP & GM Platform, Trailhead & Developers, Salesforce
Neil Russell, Vice President Corporate Affairs, Sysco
David Byer, Senior Group Manager, Worldwide Education Advocacy, Apple
Stephani Long, Principal—Chief Talent Officer, Deloitte
Lisa Horn, Vice President, Policy Engagement, Society for Human Resource Management
Jimmy Miller, President and CEO, MillerCo, National Association of Tower Erectors (NATE)
Gregory Ugalde, Chairman, National Association of Home Builders (NAHB)
INTERNAL PARTICIPANTS:
President Donald J. Trump
Vice President Mike Pence
Steve Mnuchin, Secretary of the Treasury
David Bernhardt, Secretary of the Interior
Wilbur Ross, Secretary of Commerce
Patrick Pizzella, Acting Secretary of Labor
Alex Azar, Secretary of Health and Human Services
Ben Carson, Secretary of Housing and Urban Development
Kevin McAleenan, Acting Secretary of Homeland Security
Andrew Wheeler, Administrator of the Environmental Protection Agency
Russell Vought, Acting Director of the Office of Management and Budget
Chris Pilkerton, Acting Administrator of the Small Business Administration
Ivanka Trump, Advisor to the President
Director Larry Kudlow, National Economic Council
Director Joe Grogan, Domestic Policy Council
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Check it out. Here are Barr and Mueller from 1989.

These two men have been dancing around each other for at least 30 years. Yeah, we suspect there is a WHOLE LOT we don’t know. Normally, we would be fine with “not knowing”. The FBI/DOJ can do their job and we can do our jobs. Yet, we’ve lost confidence in the FBI and DOJ. Restoring order, a sense of fairness, blind justice, Rule of Law, is a necessary task of Atty General Barr, and it will be a heavy lift.
July 22, 2019, the DOJ (Atty General Barr) issued a warning to Mueller to stick to the report…….. only. Anything else he learned during his investigation, which is not specifically contained within the report, is part of Presidential Privilege “which has not been waived”. Link  As Barr has explained, Mueller asked for specific guidance from the DOJ prior to testimony. Update #1: Late evening, July 23, eve of the hearing, Adam Schiff does not like the idea of Presidential Privilege and does not recognize the DOJ letter/ or the President’s assertions = more fireworks. 
Update #3: We’re getting information, Nadler wanted Zebley to appear, yet DOJ quashed his testimony 3 weeks ago (related to Exec Privilege). Sneaking Zebley in at last minute is an attempted end-run around Barr. And Zebley specialized on obstruction. 
Update #4 A statement rom Rep Doug Collins, Minority Leader of Judiciary, concerning the testimony of Zebley (h/t to Marica): 

Normally, to keep a witness to the script, and stop Congress from asking questions not agreed upon, usually the DOJ places lawyers (normally Asst Atty’s General) in the room….. right next to the witness. This decision could be bad or good. No “nun” sitting next to Mueller to rap his knuckles with a ruler, means Mueller could wander in his testimony and benefit the Dems…. or the Republicans. It’s all speculation at this point, but that Mueller will NOT be governed by someone from Barr’s DOJ, to protect the President, is odd.
That Mueller’s atty, Aaron Zebley, would be added, last minute, is also odd according to protocol…… but tells us everything we need to know. Currently, the Dems and Repubs are fighting because Mueller’s Attorney, Zebley, wants to be able to…… testify? It’s against House rules but we’ll see how it all plays out. To the public, Aaron Zelby becomes the mystery man… but not to Mueller. Zebley is no stranger to the swamp. To Mueller, Zebley is his right hand, was Mueller’s Chief of Staff, Mueller’s prodigee, the younger stronger version of Mueller. Update #2: Zebley will be sworn in tomorrow to testify in front Intel Committee but not Judiciary Committee. 
Zebley is/was an elite FBI Agent who tracked down terrorists. In 1999, he and Gaudin, another agent, headed off to track down Ali Mandela in South Africa, who was responsible for the bombing of US Embassies in East Africa, which led to the discovery of Khalfan Khamis Mohamed—the man the FBI suspected of assembling the bomb used in Tanzania. The FBI already had an indictment against Khalfan and a $5 million dollar bounty for his capture. Gaudin and Zebley found him by accident—He had used the name Maulid as an alias to get a Tanzanian passport . Link
The story is riveting (great read) of how Gaudin and Zebley captured KKM, but they brought him back to the USA, tried and convicted in 2001. Zebley thought he was done with Counter-Terrorism, the FBI was changing, new boss, Mueller arrived on September 4, 2001. Zebley transferred OUT of the counter-terrorism unit on September 10, 2001.
Zebley’s transfer lasted ONE DAY.

Zebley became a wizard of sorts. “Zebley was so steeped in the intricacies of the 9/11 attacks that the Justice Department turned to him as the courtroom witness in 2006 to testify that, if Zacarias Moussaoui—the so-called 20th hijacker who was arrested in August 2001—cooperated and allowed his belongings to be searched sooner, the FBI could have likely unraveled the 9/11 plot before it was executed.” Indispensable, yeah, that’s Zebley alright. Link 
Remember, Zebley was Chief of Staff for Mueller at FBI. Imagine what Zebley knows. Zebley knows everything Mueller knows……. for the past…. twenty…..years……. Even after Mueller retired, Zebley stuck with Mueller. Here’s a picture of them together, headed into a court hearing in San Francisco, on April 21, 2016. Notice the date. It means Zebley left FBI and went with Mueller…… Yes, Zebley is still carrying Mueller’s briefcase in 2016. And yes, Zebley was placed on Mueller’s Special Counsel. Nice and Cozy.
And yes, Zebley was the attorney who represented Justin Cooper, the guy who set up the rogue server for Hillary Clinton.

I have a personal theory about Mueller, that he is getting older, slower, not as sharp. More behind the scenes, not as active. In Mueller’s 9 minute presser, he looked old and lost. It’s interesting, in doing the background for this thread, I read many articles about Mueller which characterized him as a “strong”, “Hands on”, “tactical”, “forceful” leader…….. but there is not one anecdote in the dozens of articles read, which gives a reader a clue of WHAT MUELLER has done to represent him as a strong, hands-on leader. In fact, I get the opposite impression. Mind you, it’s my own opinion.
Recall, both Giuliani and John Dowd were mystified by Mueller’s absence in key meetings of the President’s legal team with Mueller’s Counsel. It does not make sense. Such high level meetings would demand the presence of “the leader” of the group (Mueller), ….. unless the leader was merely a figurehead. If I am correct, it would explain WHY Mueller wants Zebley by his side AND to possibly testify to Congress (Mueller doesn’t know the details of the case, but Zebley would). The background of Zebley’s relationship with Mueller is strange and fascinating. Zebley has devoted his life to Mueller – read here: Link

Zebley, who has worked alongside Mueller since their departure from the Hoover Building in 2013, attended the College of William & Mary—James Comey’s alma mater—and went on to the University of Virginia’s law school, a prime feeder school for federal prosecutors, including Mueller himself. Zebley then started with the FBI on I-49, one of its most storied squads and part of the small group of agents in New York who were chasing Osama bin Laden and al Qaeda before September 11th.

Get ready for Footnotes: 
Please be prepared for a discussion of FOOTNOTES. From my corporate history, we were trained to eviscerate financial statements, a prospectus, IRS Code decisions, …. by the footnotes. In financial statements and legal briefs, the footnotes are where all the dirt is hidden. In the Mueller report, there are over 2,000 footnotes, which are shady but speak volumes.  Link   This article gives an insightful explanation of how the Mueller Special Counsel team played fast and loose during their investigation, completely relied on Comey memos as “their truth” and never questioned Comey’s motives, relied on news reports as accurate, ….. all we have to do is read the footnotes.

Mueller clearly doesn’t just use footnotes for citations, but also for speculation and explanation and even a little what-iffery. Footnote 500 in Volume II, for instance, is a rather lengthy dissertation on a curious theory of how the president might have obstructed justice in firing Comey — a theory that imputes to Trump oracular foresight. We now know, thanks to Mueller’s inquiry, that there was not evidence to establish a Trump-Russia conspiracy. But the special counsel is unwilling to let go of the notion that Trump obstructed the investigation. Which leaves the special counsel team anticipating the obvious objection: How could the president have had a corrupt intent in firing Comey if there were no Russia conspiracy to cover up?

By now, we all know Atty General Barr issued remarks, summarizing, if Mueller did not want to testify, the DOJ would back him up. Correctly, Barr stated the testimony would “be a public spectacle” Link
Mueller was supposed to testify on July 17th, but Chairman Nadler and other Congressmen were not going to be able to ask questions, due to limited negotiated time with Mueller’s team. The Congressmen were mad, because they “gotta have their Youtube moment” when they get to question Mueller.
In the new agreement, Mueller will be questioned by House Judiciary for three hours (instead of 2hrs) with Adam Schiff presiding. In a separate hearing, Mueller will testify before the House Intel Committee, with Jerry Nadler presiding. Link
The speculation in DC has reached a fevered pitch. Pundits from both sides are issuing, “The questions I would ask Mueller”. Yes, the Congressmen have received PLENTY of advice from the sidelines. Take a look:
From The Federalist, 21 Questions to Ask Mueller: Link
From Sharyl Attkisson, 10 Questions to ask Mueller: Link 
And wow, here are “27 Questions for Mueller” from the Daily Caller: Link
Of course, not to be outdone, the political opposition have their questions also. Here from the Daily Beast, their ten questions: Link
Subsequently, CNN, NYTimes, WaPost have all published lists of questions……… which leads lil’ ole me to ask the question…..
Why do we have so many questions for Mueller when the FBI/DOJ/Mueller Special Counsel have worked on this issue for almost exactly three years?
The public spent millions of taxpayer dollars on the issue of “Muh Russia”. The networks spent BILLIONS of dollars pushing their own political spin or “analysis”. The issue has divided our country. As a regular American, I don’t feel like we got our money’s worth out of the deal…….. because we still have so many questions. Heck, we have MORE questions now than when we started! 
I could be wrong, but hey, my speculation can’t possibly be any worse than professional pundits who have been dramatically proven wrong over the past three years. I think I know who has all the answers……… It’s this guy.

Fair warning. Today’s testimony is not the end of the road for either side of the political aisle….. it’s just another skirmish. There will be times today when we will want to throw the computer in the driveway….. Gosh, we’ve been there before. There will also be times when our favorite sons will score big. Take it all in stride, and look at the testimony from the 30K foot bird’s eye view.
File or clip your nails, clean the keys on your computer, prepare your table, it will be a busy day. Networks are all providing expanded coverage and they are starting early.
Postscript: The build up for Mueller’s testimony has been extreme. Such a buildup often disappoints. I remember 3rd grade birthday. Dad asked me, for the first time, what I wanted for my big day. I replied, “Adventure Land”. Okay fine, Dad arranged for me and a couple of girlfriends to go to the big amusement park. My girlfriends were thrilled. I was disappointed. I wanted “Adventure Land” – as in the whole thing, to be mine. In my 8yr old mind, Dad could do anything. Ahhhh…. those pesky expectations.
Yes, as kids, we couldn’t WAIT to get to Adventure Land ~~~ Kind of like Freshman Congress critters must feel.
 

As a kid, we could suspend belief and live in a goose ~~~ Gee whiz, not all that different than The President of the United States as an operative of Vlad Putin. Yep, it would be more probable to live in a goose. 
Just remember, we’re all together, and we’re part of the same club. Here you go, here’s your club pass: Be a part of the “FUN CLUB”.

And even though we’re all grown up now, we’re still on Wolfie’s Roller Coaster, yelling at the top of our lungs. No different than 3rd grade.

Love to all, we’ll get through it.
Just remember to strap in, and HOLD ON TO THE………… BARR!

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