Sunday, December 12, 2010

Life Lesson From Dad or Never Walk with Your Hands in Your Pockets

When I was a kid, my dad had a theory that you should never walk around with your hands in your pockets.


He was quite a story teller and many a tale had misfortune woven into it via a man rendered helpless by trapped hands.

One day while going up a restaurant stairwell on a family evening out to dinner. A guy came up behind us and sort of "cut us off" and entered the stairwell first.

The free handed man in the danger sign above is far better off than our poor protagonist

His hands planted firmly into his Dockers and sleeves of his silver Members Only jacket pushed up to his elbows as he clip-clopped by.

Toady a Members' Only jacket is vintage cool; in 1983 it meant you were a dork like this guy.

He was also whistling (my dad had many many theories about people who whistle, mostly that they are full of themselves ) he made it to the top step, tripped and rolled all the way down like a kid rolling down a grassy hill and landed at our feet.

His hands never came out of his pockets.

He pulled one hand free when he landed to help himself up and then re-pocketed it and whistled off.

It was like my dad's imagination suddenly materialized in front of us.


Saturday, December 11, 2010

The valet parker who went to went to Yale

When my husband was in the army they did an exercise where they would parachute onto a treetop (those giant mutant Washington state things)then rappel down. It worked great in daylight (you see where this is going) but when they tried it at night it was a different story. My husband landed just a little off center and when he went to rappel, the branch broke.

He fell 70 feet. 

He got an awesome doc who later made a career out of spinal injuries and wound up with a steel rod in his spine. But  twenty-eight years later has few back problems other than lack of mobility.

He had another close call about 20 years ago.

My husband's family had an old derringer 22 (handgun). My husband who taught firearms classes at the time, knew this gun was a piece of crap. Told his mom not to touch it. The derringer is essentially an old west style gun with the safety to match. You can throw a Glock all over the room all day without it ever unintentionally firing as internal safeties will prevent that, this is not so with the little derringer.

Fast forward to 20 years ago (that's confusing). 

A friend of hubby's family moved to a really crappy place in downtown Vegas. He called hubby to asked about that old gun in the back of the drawer. Hubby launched his speech on safety. But friend convinced him he really needed it. On the way to the crappy downtown apt. hubby and friend stopped to get a soda, gun fell off the seat, hit the ground, hubby looked down at what fell, gun fired, hit his eye.

His friend jumped in the driver's seat, hubby in the passenger. His friend drove like a maniac causing hubby to yell, "Slow down!" a few times (his friend's favorite part of the story).

At the hospital a group of police were just in the entrance. His friend waved passed them saying, "Give me all the tickets you want in about five minutes." The cops said,"Oh, let me guess- 68 white Camero. Ya - there have been calls."

Turns out the bullet went into hubby's eye, rolled around the eye socket, stopped at his brain, went around and was sitting just under his skin.

(Also, you single guys in your mom's basements may want to know that while he was waiting for his prosthetic eye to be made, he wore an eye patch.
I am not kidding you when I say that I was like a body guard to a sparkly vampire, trying to keep the women off of him. He could not go out of the house without women propositioning him.)

His eye was destroyed but he was fine otherwise and was back running valet in a couple of weeks.

However, the whole thing (both instances) caused him to look at his life and wonder if he didn't have more purpose. So at 28 he started going to community college,  transferred to a university, graduated Summa Cum Laude, worked for a congressman for a year (Ron Paul) and then went to Yale Law School.

He graduated Law School at 40.

And became that Oath Keeper guy


That was six years ago. People ask me what it's like to be married to an ivy league lawyer, I tell them I don't know, I married a valet-parker.


Friday, July 16, 2010

The Revolution Continues . . .

For those of you outside of the libertarian soap opera that is Nevada, the quick explanation is Sue essentially fucked over Ron Paul republicans and it cost her the primary. We put together a package of condolences for her  and delivered to her headquarters.

Below is the press release.


Contact: Wayne or Jennifer Terhune
or Robert Terhune

Ron Paul Crowd Sends Condolences to Sue Lowden

LAS VEGAS, 6/15/2010—Supporters of former presidential candidate Ron Paul delivered condolences to Sue Lowden's Las Vegas office yesterday regarding her recent loss in the Republican Senatorial primary. Along with a tongue-in-cheek '"sympathy" card, they sent Mrs. Lowden a copy of the U.S. Constitution and "Robert's Rules of Order". Signers of the card include Dr. Wayne Terhune, and Oath Keepers founder Stewart Rhodes, who was a delegate to the Nevada Republican 2008 convention and a member of the platform committee, as well as numerous other delegates.

"The American people are tired of fake conservatives and corrupt politicians, and that's not just the Ron Paul people, it's the grass roots, salt-of-the-earth Constitutionalists of all kinds across the nation," said Stewart Rhodes. Dr. Wayne Terhune, who organized the delegate-run convention held in June 2008, said, "Even though it's too late to send the correct delegates to the convention in Minneapolis, Mrs. Lowden's defeat is just. As Senator Beers found out, the actions they took at the April 2008 convention have received their just reward."

The Nevada Republican 2008 Convention was illegally and abruptly adjourned (when it appeared Ron Paul was about to win the majority of delegates) on April 26, 2008, and never reconvened. The ballots cast during the convention were locked up in the Peppermill Hotel Casino in Reno and not counted until over a year later. Despite an appeal to the RNC Committee on Contests, delegates from Nevada were appointed by the RNC. As noted by Marc Thiessen in last Wednesday's (6/9/10) Washington Post, Sue Lowden's actions probably have cost her the election. "Sue Lowden's betrayal of the Ron Paulians at the NV State Convention was the deciding factor in her defeat for the Republican primary nomination," said Dave Freeman, Oath Keepers Nevada President and National Liaison to Peace Officers, who was also a delegate to the Nevada Republican Convention in 2008. "It was a serious miscalculation on her part and it cost all the old guard Republicans their positions as well."

"Sue Lowden is merely reaping the whirlwind, and this is only the beginning," Rhodes added. "Hopefully our political leaders in the future will remember what happened, and will act honorably. Sue Lowden's unlimited funds couldn't buy this race. There's no price on integrity."

Saturday, April 03, 2010

Easter turkey -no politics today

I have a million and one things I want to discuss, but this one is time sensitive. 

We have the D.C./Virginia marches coming up, I want to tell you about our 2,700 mile tour through Montana and Nevada with five kids and three dogs,

also I've been drafting up a post on the health-care bill from the prospective of someone who has only once used health insurance; just a lot going on but today's emergency post is about how to be a turkey hero. 

This will be quick;

1. Soak your turkey in ice water and two cups kosher salt for 12 hours.

2. Inject the shit out of it with butter.

3. Cook it in a bag (a cooking bag, obviously, and no, dry cleaner bags are not an acceptable replacement.)

4. Put celery stalks under the turkey, inside the bag so you can lift it easier because it will be stuck when done.

5. Going from pan to platter will be a very very delicate operation because this will the juiciest, tenderest, and best tasting turkey you have ever seen or tasted. 

6. Once it is on the platter, guard it with your life. One false move before official carving and it will turn to soup, explosively on the table. It will turn to soup anyway as it is being carved but that's okay because everyone will blame the guy doing the carving for the hatchet job and joke that he should never become a surgeon.

7. Bring along some  homemade bread, I'll show you how (without a bread machine that costs more than your dryer).

8. Happy Easter


Monday, February 22, 2010

Privacy vs Blogging

This blog started out as a sort of anonymous rant. 

Then I thought -what the heck-and put up some silly family pics, mostly of my dogs, for fun. 

Then people I know started reading my blog (this is when I went back and deleted all the bad thing I'd said about them) but now it's sort of going beyond that. Now people piles of people whom I've never met or electronically corresponded with are surfing methodically through my old posts and clicking on photos and such. 

Not too long ago we had sort of a rough time and I considered putting my thoughts down here, but then thought what about all those who wish me ill because my husband is that Oath Keeper guy

 This is the pic I tried to talk Stew into using for the Yale Alum professional book thingy -so much better than the bookshelf background

It's not just friends and a few co-blogger gals anymore. 

This was a bit troubling to me and I have considered shutting this blog down. 

But the more I thought about the hunchbacked google stalkers out there the more a single phrase seemed to block out all other thoughts

Fuck 'em