By Popular Demand...

I found a site a few weeks ago (through someone else's blog) that will shizzolate, ala Snopp-Dogg , any website. It's hysterical!

Check it out here!

Here is a sample: This is what it did to my blog post right before Thanksgiving:
"And, know what I'm sayin'? ..Happy Day-After Thanksgiving Spendin' Loot!! See yo' ass in a few dizzays n' shit. .."

Wow...I feel great!

After 6 nights of sub-par sleep, I finally slept well last night...and for a decent amount of time. 11 hours of sleep can cure anyone's bitchiness...even mine! So I feel great this morning and I just wanted to share that with the blogosphere!

Now...there is one problem. Somehow in my elated state this morning I managed to seperated my glasses and my purse, so I have no spectacles here at the office with me. That means that looking at my computer screen is fairly painful...therefore, depending on how large my pain threshold is my blog might suffer this afternoon. Bear with me!

Have a SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPOLIDOUS day everyone! (I am in such a good mood that I am starting to scare myself....)

More dish about Your friend and mine...James Traficant

Faithful "Walkers" (WUC readers) will be thrilled to know that I have more information about public enemy #1 for you...

Previously on WUC (In case you don't remember): James Traficant is going to auction items from his House of Representatives office to help him pay his legal fines and pay back illegal campaign contributions. The HR was investigating the auction because the items did not belong to Traficant.

Well...According to Roll Call today Traficant will NOT be auctioning off several pieces of furniture because they belong to the House and there is NO record of Traficant purchasing the items. (Is anyone else surprised that this highly ethical man would steal furniture?) Apparently the General Services Administration investigators went to the auction house in Ohio to investigate, once they were there they discovered a conference table, six leather chairs, an end table and a coat rack that all belonged to the House of Representatives. The desk and credenza that the auctioneer reported last week as having come from Traficant's Washington Congressional office could not be determined to be for sure property of the House.

To add to the Traficant family woes, the federal prosecutors moved last week to confiscate the proceeds from the sale of any items from auction. In the garnishment notice that requires the auction house to turn over all money raised in the auction it is also stated that the auction house is to retain all unsold furnishings until they are instructed by the courts regarding the seizing of the items by the court.

About 500 people attended the auction and it brought in an estimated $10,000. Traficant's walnut and marble desk sold for $1,550 and the credenza for $900. A duck stamp collection sold for $626 and the two paintings of a naked woman in a courtroom raised $400 - (and some eyebrows I'm sure....this is the kind of classy individual we're dealing with here folks.) However, $10,000 isn't even going to put a dent into the money this loon bin owes the government.

Apparently the Traficant family and the auctioneer are upset with the media because they have turned the auction into a "three-ring-circus" and attracted undo federal attention.

To that I have this to say... "You get what you pay for, folks!"

Tales of a Weary Traveler

Jeff and I have finally returned from our Thanksgiving travels...only 3 flight delays, 6 hours on a plane (for a two hour flight) and 7 inches of snow later. I tell you...Mother Nature sure has a mind of her own!

Our trip to Denver was GREAT. Lots of time with family and friends that we just don't see often enough. Lots of football. Lots of shopping. Lots of eating. And an exuberant trip to a piano bar. Everything you need to make Thanksgiving weekend wonderful! The pleasures of the weekend came to an end quickly yesterday as we tried to get home yesterday.

You see…Mother Nature or some other force really wanted us to stay on vacation and therefore tried vigilantly to prevent Jeff and I from getting to Chicago yesterday.

The prevention mechanism? A stubborn Lake-effect snow storm that stalled over the Chicago area. Forcing O’Hare to shut down for part of the day yesterday delaying hundreds of flights, including ours. First, we sat in the Denver Airport for three hours past our original departure time or 1:46pm. Then, they loaded us on the plane at 4:15pm knowing that we could not “wheel up” until at least 6:05pm. (They loaded us that early because they needed the gate for another flight that was arriving.) As we were loading the plane the pilot announced that we would be able to take off at 5:25pm if everyone could get on the plane quickly. Elation filled the plane...we were finally going to go to Chicago. WRONG! Apparently, while we were delayed 41 people decided to find other flights to take. Therefore they had checked their bags on this flight but would be riding on another flight. No prob...right...everyone has had their bags go to one city and their bodies go to another at some point. It's their problem to deal with...WRONG again folks! Due to the new 9/11 security rules, no luggage can be on a plane if the passenger is not on the same plane. So, the ground crew had to unload all of the bags, sort through for the 41 pieces that shouldn't be on there, pull them out and reload our luggage.

Ok, now that they plane is in compliance with federal law and we've been enjoying the comfortable surroundings of the coach cabin for almost two hours... we're finally cleared to take off. It's 6:13pm. We have a 1 hour 47 minute flight and a one hour time change. They estimate we'll be on the ground in Chicago at 9:00pm. Ok, fine, I can cope. I hate flying, but at this point, I hated being stuck in Denver even more. I just wanted to get there. All is good. We're flying along for about an hour and 15 minutes when the captain speaks to us again. He announces that Chicago is snow plowing the runways and we've been placed in a holding pattern. I'm no foreigner to the way O’Hare works. I see the planes in their holding patterns almost every time I'm in Chicago. They usually hold between DeKalb and Aurora. Well, last night we must have been holding over IOWA CITY...we should've just parachuted out! I surmise that we were over Iowa City because when we were "cleared for approach" we still had to fly another 40 minutes to our next holding loop. We held for another 15 minutes waiting for a landing strip at O’Hare and when we were cleared to land out pilot was simply not messing around. We went down...FAST...and bounced on the runway...not fun, but we were on the ground in Chicago, finally! However, being on the ground and being at a gate are two completely different things. We taxied for 25 minutes and eventually ended up at the gate. By the time we finally got our luggage, found my parents and got in the car it was almost 11pm. We stopped to eat quick and got to their house just after 12:00am. 4 and a half hours later the alarm went off, my darling husband snoozed it for 30 minutes and I was out of bed by 5:00am....and here at work 200 miles away by 8:45am. What an ordeal.

Now, I'm sitting here at my desk, waging a war against Mr. Sandman while trying not to bite off the heads of my coworkers because they didn't do anything in the three days I was gone and praying that 5:30 will get here very quickly so I can go home and watch some ACC/Big-10 Basketball through my eyelids.