Riding Life!

Riding Life!
Life is like a wild horse--Unless you ride it, it will ride you! (from the movie: "Princess of Thieves.")

Saturday, June 23, 2012

C: Please Don’t Buy This Book

riellebook There’s a new book out. Please don’t buy it.  Don’t download it to your Kindle; don’t pollute your bookshelves with a bound copy.  You can glean all you really need to know about this subject free from the internet and television. Let’s don’t line this wh**e’s pockets, please.

I’ll synopsize the highlights for you here for the twin purposes of letting off steam and perhaps costing Rielle Hunter a book sale or two.

I’ve written about this woman before.  I’ve also written about Edwards.  Neither posts are flattering and Hunter’s televised interview last night did not change my opinion. 

Hunter says she didn't give in easily to sleeping with a married man.  Apparently it took “Johnny” telling her about his three other mistresses in order for her to crawl into bed with him  that first night they met.

This thought pretty much stuns me.  Let me get this straight: Being told that he is a serial adulterer—that you will be just one in his string---is what overcomes your aversion to sleeping with a married man?  Huhspiritual advisor

We also learned that Rielle is a spiritual advisor.  I remain  unclear on her particular brand or her credentials, but she moved to New York to further her career in spiritual advice.

She only got involved with Edwards, she says, because she thought she could help him.  Spiritually.  Can’t you just hear the aides when they saw the “Do Not Disturb” sign on Edwards’ hotel  room door?


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As any good spiritual advisor would, she demanded truth from Johnny.  Noting that he was a professed liar by virtue of the fact that he had all these women on a string, she said:  “I told him that if I was going to help him, he couldn't lie to me. He said that wasn't a problem, and when he said that, I felt a wave of total relief roll off of him.”  Yes, because clearly him saying that is a sure sign that he has suddenly become an honest person.  See how effective Rielle’s spiritual help is?

If spiritual assistance was not justification enough, Rielle offers this: “I realized how far off the rails his marriage was.”  Remember, Rielle has only Johnny’s word about all this.

It is apparently required that a cheater must demonize his wife and allow the new lover to do the same.  Hunter calls Elizabeth 'crazy,' 'venomous' and a 'witch on wheels.' She says Elizabeth’s abusive behavior toward John drove him into the arms of other women.  Right, because his megalomania was not enough to do that.  Remember, Elizabeth was DYING OF CANCER through this. And, again, she only has the newly-honest Johnny’s word on this.

Then I almost got whiplash to find her saying:"Elizabeth is the mother to my daughter’s siblings. She is, indirectly, now my family…I have a great deal of compassion and empathy for her suffering; I have no desire to bash Elizabeth."  

I found myself hoping that Elizabeth has the power to haunt this wh**e.

Yes, Rielle cares, deeply; and especially for Johnny’s other children.  Look at this:

Hunter also met Edwards' two young children, at his insistence, just a month and a half after they started sleeping together.  Johnny brought his children Emma Claire and Jack, age six and eight at the time, to a mall -- without his wife -- where he introduced them to his new mistress. 


Why do men do this kind of thing?  It feels akin to when they take their lovers into their wives’ homes—something that happens all the time.

There are pictures on the internet showing Rielle and edwardsriellequinn Johnny openly together, now that Edwards has escaped federal prison for rooky-dooing old Bunny Mellon of hundreds of thousands of dollars to finance his affair.  They recently enjoyed a pricey vacation on the beach, a happy family now that Elizabeth and the pesky federal prosecutor are out of the way.

Rielle says that the long-term prospects for their relationship are uncertain. Marriage might not be on the horizon because "I’m not a big fan of the institution."  No shocker there.

She recounts her financial woes through this ordeal, all blamed on Elizabeth. As she ran low on money Rielle got an email from what she calls "Team Edwards" — John and Elizabeth and their attorneys — as Hunter was ready to move into a house there that the Edwardses had arranged to buy she was informed she’d first have to sign a child-support agreement. "One of their demands was to charge me rent on the house they had just bought for Quinn. The rent was to be taken out of the child support, which would have left us with almost nothing to live on.”  I have a piece of advice for someone in this position:  Get a job…

It may be hard for a reader to believe that there is so much more to say on this subject than this long-winded post can contain.  I am curtailing…with effort.

But I cannot end without publishing the statement that Elizabeth Edwards’ family and friends issued in response to this book and interview:

All of us who knew and loved Elizabeth find it unfortunate that the character of this wonderful woman is being falsely criticized by someone who never knew her. Those who knew Elizabeth knew a kind, generous, brilliant woman who did not suffer fools. She was, for good reason, greatly admired by those who knew her speeches, her writings, and the wise counsel she gave to so many, so often. The memory of her wit, her heart, and her kindness will remain, for millions, untarnished, and especially so for her children, from whom she was taken too soon.

Now, I ask you, who are you gonna believe?  A two-bit, fake spiritualist wh**e and an admitted lying cheating scumbag?  Or do you choose to believe those who knew Elizabeth and have come to her posthumous defense?


Thursday, June 21, 2012

V: Dog Days of Summer



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Now that I’m enjoying my summer break from work, I’ve decided to tackle the never ending “To Do” list.  First on my list was getting the two youngest pups neutered or as we say around here --“fixed”.  Somehow I have acquired two dogs who I did not intend to ever have living at my house!  Son is living at his sister’s farm in a travel trailer and with their seven dogs, it just wasn’t going to work.  So we have his  beagle and coonhound in our backyard.  Youngest daughter and grandson have moved to an apartment, so for now at least, little Desi is staying here.  Fortunately, I discovered that we have a local group that offers low cost spaying and neutering and shots.  Because they were offering a “June special”, both dogs were neutered, received rabies shots and vaccinations for a total of $80.00.  The neutering was only $25.00 for each dog!


Our older dog, Dudley, is glad it’s not his turn to go to the animal clinic!

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He’s trying to slink away unnoticed!


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Don’t worry Dudley, vaccinations are all you have to worry about!  We adopted Duds as a  young puppy from the high kill shelter about nine years ago.  He’s leader of the pack and a wonderful dog!


It got me to thinking about something that is close to my heart—the pet overpopulation problem which results in suffering and euthanasia for so many unwanted pets.  If city governments would spend our tax dollars on free or low cost spaying/neutering, they would be spending lots less on housing unwanted animals and the costs associated with euthanasia.  Our local humane society, which does not receive any government funds, has now been able to hire a staff veterinarian.  So  has our local pound which does put animals down, but ships some of them up north for adoption.  The small towns are really terrible.  Being picked up in a small southern town is really a death sentence for most dogs and cats.

Dr. Teresa Medlock, staff veterinarian at Pulaski County Humane Society. 


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Dr. Medlock has done some amazing work with the animals at the shelter—even slept in the barn with a severely injured horse!  That is real dedication and I admire that!

Animals give so much to us.  I truly believe that they were created to serve us and make our lives better.  Just think of all the disabled people who have been helped by a service dog. 

When my kids were small, I framed a wonderful prayer for animals by Dr. Albert Schweitzer, physician, theologian and missionary to Africa.


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  Compassion for animals needs to be taught to our children.  I truly believe that children who are  taught to be compassionate to animals will also be kinder to their fellow man as they grow up. 

“C” reminded me of the scripture that says: “A righteous man cares for the needs of his animal, but the kindest acts of the wicked are cruel.”




I love this quote by Abraham Lincoln!



Does your community support a local humane society and seek solutions to alleviate suffering from overpopulation of animals?  Are there low cost or free spay/neuter clinics in your area?

Sunday, June 17, 2012

C: The Summer of Love

One of the things I am wont to do in times of insomnia is surf Youtube on the old I-Pad.  I run across the most amazing things.  Last night it was a stroll down memory lane.  Here’s what I ran across:  

This film was produced in 1970 and it is Ms. Rita Abrams’ Strawberry Point (Mill Valley) fourth grade.  The Mill Valley song went as viral as you could go back then: a spot on the national news and then radio airtime, which is all I remember.  I loved the song back then, but this YouTube presentation is the first I recall of seeing the film.

Of course, there was one other way of going viral back then: the commercialization of the hippie movement’s lofty ideals of peace-love-harmony.   Remember this one from 1971:

1970 was the year I married, following my freshman year in college. I was smack in the middle of the whole peace-love-hippie movement with straight, long hair down to my waist, parted in the middle—just like you saw on about 90% of the girls in those two films.  I wore bell-bottom pants and halter tops, tire-tread sandals, bright colors annoupeace symbolncing my free-spiritedness.  Arkansas did not have the full-blown hippie movement  that California did (bit too many rednecks, I guess), we certainly felt a part of it.

My husband and I drove a green VW beetle with a peace symbol/American Flag(?) decal exactly like this one in the  center of the back window, advertising to the world that the occupants of this car were fully onboard with the times.  Hanging from the mirror of that bug was a long strand of love beads.

We all decried our inability to make the great cultural pilgrimage to Woodstock in August of 1969 (I was only 17—my Mama would never have allowed it). 

But, Woodstock long gone,  there was still a beacon of illumination to instruct us in our hippiedom.  This was, of course, California. And the ultimate goal of all hippies was San Francisco. We knew this because Scott McKenzie had told us this in 1967, which Wikipedia calls “the summer of love”:

I know people here in Arkansas who made the trek (at age 18) to the Haight-Ashbury section of San Francisco, without knowing a person out there and solely to join this peaceful movement.  After all, Arkansas never had any “love-ins,” We did not even know how…must get to San Francisco to be shown by the “gentle people” who filled the streets of San Francisco and where there was held a perpetual “love-in.”

I look back over these videos with misty nostalgia at our idtrust over thirty ealism.  I think it largely amounted to a celebration of youth.  Remember the slogan about anyone over 30?

I remember our hubris, our railing against the “establishment” who had, in our eyes, so screwed up the world with a war in Asia and the materialism of post-WWII America.  We had it figured out.  We were, as McKenzie said, “a new generation with a new explanation.”


I look back at the Mill Valley video, and I still love it.  I love the simplicity of all these songs, the beautiful picture of carefree living in peace, harmony and joy.  And then the reality of my six decades of life intrudes, and I notice things.

Mill Valley is located 14 miles north of San Francisco, via the Golden Gate Bridge.  Pretty pricey real estate, even back then.  These kids were not the usual—Francis Ford Coppola produced the film, for crying out loud, and there is maybe one African-American face in the crowd, although the Coke folks were more careful to tend to some multi-race balance.

The images of a society where your grade-school teacher is also carefree and gentle, wears her long hair in dog-ears with giant bows, and plays the guitar amongst a market-atmosphere (who needs money?) and with freedom to allow a gorgeous bare-chested flute player—well, these images are very attractive.  Yes, I love these images still.woodstock

But we still have war.  We still have materialism (whatever that is, really).  All our arrogance and assuredness that we had “new explanations” seems to have faded after all the fun.

And, in another post, I might just might tell you about my authentic hippie friends who went to Haight-Ashbury and what kind of gentleness they found there (not).

I don’t mean to sound cynical, because all these thoughts of love, peace and harmony really do make me feel good even as I am writing this.  I’d like to be able to buy the world a Coke and live in perfect harmony.  What a nice dream.

Sometimes it is the thought that counts. 

It was a special era.  It inspired a lot of good music, and I’msummer of love glad to have had the experience, such as I did bound to Arkansas as I was. 

Yes, it’s the thought that counts. And everyone needs a

summer of love.” 


Peace, C.

Monday, June 4, 2012

V: Introducing Grace




Someone new arrived last month to join adoring siblings who all want to hold her!  She WILL be spoiled, but hopefully will be as sweet and peaceful as she looks in this photo!


Big sister and imp, Emma Rose, will have to share the limelight!




She seems a little interested and sometimes sweet, but there have been a couple of incidents—such as climbing into the bassinet and a little love pat administered to new baby sister with too much gusto!




It’s fun to play dress up with high heels when you’re not holding new sister!



I loved dressing up in my mom’s high heels when I was little.  I especially remember my mom’s open toed black patent leather stilettos!  I  loved my pair of plastic high heels when I was five.  It was my consolation prize for having my tonsils out!  I can still remember clattering down the halls of the hospital in my “heels”.  I think they were sparkly!  Did YOU ever own a pair of those high heels?  I’m wondering if they still make them!  They were slippery and a little dangerous!



When you tire of babysitting you can always play with the ponies.  Yes, little sisters rock!




Or you take a spin around the farm!  With supervision of course!




Eldest daughter is still recovering.  It wasn’t an easy pregnancy and little Grace arrived 3 weeks early.



But after a stay in the NICU she appears to be perfect!




And she is rarely alone.  There is always someone watching over her!



It brings it all back with sweet remembrance -- how I sometimes miss having young children in my house—all the time!  But I must say that I am REALLY glad my high heel days are over!

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