Florida has it’s problems, legal and otherwise. 

Nancy Grace was able to convince a nation that Casey Anthony was guilty, but the state prosecutor wasn’t able to convince 12 jurors she was.

Taxes are high.

Insurance is high.

Unemployment is high.

The beaches are crowded with drunken teens.

And it’s really hot there!

So, it’s kinda nice to see the Sunshine State win one once in a while.

And win they did.

Well, it took 32 years, but at least they caught Frederick Barrett.  Mr. Barrett, who is now, unlike me (did ya hear that Jenny), 60, had been on the run for 32 years!!

Convicted of murdering a man who gave him and a buddy a ride on the Florida Turnpike years ago, he slinked out of the Raiford State Prision, in the town of the same name, during a power outage.

Ok, first of all I lived in Florida for 18 years, and if prisoners can sneak out during power outages, the streets must be full of them, ’cause the power goes out all the time!

Secondly, 32 years?

Really, this guy must have been good.  They found him in Colorado.  He was living under an assumed name.  A tattoo on his hand ‘convinced police they had the right guy’.

And, he’s back in the slammer.  For life.

Which is good, since he, unlike Casey, was found guilty.

It amazes me that he could freely roam the nation and travel as far as Hawai’i all those years.

But, then, that’s one nice thing about America, we are free.  And that shouldn’t change.

Florida just needs to make the joint more secure.

Mr. Barrett was found in Colorado, as I mentioned, growing pot.  He also had guns.  Something tells me he didn’t go straight once he was out of the slammer.

But, alas, the thing that bothers me most, is the fact that through all those years, no one mentioned to him that the Unibrow was out.  He had one when he went into jail, and he kept it!!  Now, that’s a fasion no no!

Frankly, I think another 30 years is only fair!

Many of the fondest memories my father’s grandchildren have, are their trips with him to the Dairy Queen in Germantown. 

He was a Dilly Bar fan, if I’m not mistaken.

Jenny, MacKenzie, Amy, Rachel, Shelby and the rest have all chimed in on their time with Grandpa at the DQ that USED to be out on 725 West of town.

Well, I went to Dairy Queen last night.

Sadly, my life is so dull that I was watching a food network show about ice cream, and DQ popped into my mind.

I had a serious ‘jonesing’ for a Hot Fudge Sundae.

So, I jumped in the Jeep and jogged on down to the DQ.

I ordered a Hot Fudge Sundae, my plan all along.

It was teeny!

There were no nuts.

There was no whipped cream.

And there was, wait for it…NO CHERRY on top!

Again, my brain said, “WTF?”

When I questioned the gentleman behind the counter, who was obviously the owner as well about this, he said, “Oh, they’re extra.”

With a straight face, I might add.

EXTRA!

EXTRA!

As in MORE money!!!

So, of course, since a Hot Fudge Sundae without nuts, whipped cream, and a cherry on top just isn’t a Hot Fudge Sundae, I caved, and paid EXTRA!

Isn’t it bad enough that everything else out there is smaller AND more expensive, do we really need chintzy Hot Fudge Sundaes?

From now on, I’ll just buy the stuff and make it at home.

Those marischino cherries last forever, and gas is high anyway.

If I hear one more person say they are being sponsored for BlogHer or any other blogging conference, I’ll scream!

Really, I feel like Cinderella staying home from the ball, cleaning the hearth, talking to the birds, ruining a good manicure.

And all because I’m missing one little thing.

A vagina.

That’s right, what the heck, I tweeted / blogged / bragged about my new bitchin’ new duds from Banana Republic.  I touted about Target, I’ve waxed eloquent about Waffle House, hell, I even shaved things I’ve never shaved before just to get some internet cred.

And we all know, that I KNOW fashion!!!

But, nooooooooooooooo.

Do I have a sponsor?

Again, No!

So, I’m not a Mom, I’m still a blogger, and I get a few hits each month.  I have faithful readers like Lori, and Jana B, and Linda, and Jenny, and my sisters.

They all shop!

And on top of that I drive a Jeep, but did anyone wrap my ass in a Wrangler so I could go on vacation, when everyone knows I need a four wheel drive?

Again.  NO!

Frankly, I hope you all have to sit with the ugly step-bloggers!

Half of people in the nation are laughing, the other not so much!

I do my best to find the humor in everything, and sorry girls, this is hilarious!

The California Milk Board has “altered” it’s new ad campaign after a heat wave of critisim.

One expert chimed in this way:  

Rebecca Cullers, a contributor to AdWeek who wrote an editorial after the “Everything I Do Is Wrong” campaign launched, said she was not surprised that the California Milk Processor Board decided to modify the campaign so quickly.

“The fact is, they’re pretending that women are completely irrational beings during their time of the month and they’re blaming PMS. And PMS has a wide variety of symptoms. It’s having back pains, cramps, irritability,” she said in a telephone interview Thursday evening. “In their mind, it’s something to joke about.”

Pretending?

The Milk Board shot back with this one:

Ad campaign spokeswoman Tatum Wan said it (the campaign) succeeded in promoting the board’s message that milk can soften the effects of PMS symptoms.

Tatum, BTW, is a woman…and I’m guessin’ a well paid one at this point!

The milk board’s executive director, Steve James, was traveling Thursday and unavailable for comment. Earlier in the week, he told The Associated Press that the campaign was not intended to be offensive but rather to encourage men and women to have a conversation about a sometimes taboo topic.

Taboo topic?

People have been talking about milk for years!

So, funny, not funny, you decide.

But I’m still laughing.

But, then, if a tree falls in the forest, I’m still wrong!