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Who’s Minding the Store?

The Porter plot thickens: (From The Hill)

“One former official said that, under normal circumstances, the White House would have run a name check on Porter as he was joining the administration, which would have surely turned up record of a protective order that one of Porter’s former wives, Jennifer Willoughby, filed against him in 2010.

“If there was a court record about this, they should have known about this immediately,” the former official said. 

“Especially if you’re going to give someone an interim clearance,” the former official continued. “The FBI or the White House counsel’s office would have taken those initial steps before initiating an interim clearance.”

Porter, who has denied the allegations of abuse, would have also been required to disclose the record of the restraining order on an SF 86, a standard form that government officials in national security positions are required to fill out.

It remains unclear whether Porter disclosed the allegations on the form. Lying on an SF 86 could trigger criminal prosecution.”

 

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Corsica Paintout #2

Since I’ve sworn off politics, I’ve found that it had been a huge time suck in my life.  I spent way too much time checking in on Huffpost, Politics Daily, Politico and the like when I could have been doing something more productive—like plucking my eyebrows or flossing my teeth. 

That being said, since I have more time on my hands now, I had no excuse not to do another entry for the Virtual Paintout for January, located in lovely Corsica this month. 

Ever since I’ve been doing these I thought it would be fun to paint people waiting at a bus stop and was always on the lookout for some interesting characters.  I happened upon a couple of ladies at a bus shelter at 10 Cours Napoleon, Ajaccio, Corsica  and although I’m sure I haven’t done them justice, at least I’ve gotten my bus stop fixation out my system for now.  haha

Click on the image for an enlarged view, and be sure to click on the link above to visit the Virtual Paintout site to see all the amazing art from other artists from around the world who have met “virtually” to paint Corsica this month. 

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A Mind is a Terrible Thing to “Waist”

Today I read that one of supermodel Kate Moss’ favorite mottos is:

 “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.” 

 Now, I have to interject here that she qualifies this by saying that even though she tries to remember this, it doesn’t always work for her. 

Even with that disclaimer, I would like to add my take on this:  horse patootie!

Yes, there was a time long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away where I, too, would have subscribed to that motto.  I would deny myself not only sweets, pastries and the lovelier gastronomic delicacies, but also the basic necessities of existence—like food itself— in my desire to attain or maintain a girlish figure. 

Back in the early 1970s my Starter Husband and I endured the infamous Atkins diet, where one ate only meat, and maybe some eggs, for every meal….every day.  The sheer boredom and monotony of that diet was enough to trigger weight loss.  I think that’s the reason why I couldn’t look another steak in the face for years. 

Yes, the weight came off,  but I was so famished and woozy that I couldn’t enjoy the skinniness without having to go lie down for a bit first. 

I don’t think this is what Kate meant by her comment. 

And I have to laugh, somewhat ruefully to be sure, at how “fat” I thought I was at that time in my life—fat enough, in my mind, to put myself through such torture.  I wish I was as “fat” now as I was then! 

No, I don’t weigh anywhere near what I did almost 40 years ago, and to be brutally frank, I don’t give a rat’s ass if I don’t.  I could deny myself all the things I enjoy—like chocolate, the gift of the gods—but would I really feel any better if I did?  (And if I became truly “skinny”, what would I do with all the surplus skin?  I bet Kate never had to worry about that one.)

I walk two miles almost every day and try to eat in moderation, with the occasional splurge—about which I refuse to feel guilty. 

I’ll never again look like the young woman of my late 20s, but I’m comfortable with the old bat I’ve become in my 60s. 

To honor the many ladies who take issue with Ms. Moss, I dedicate this ATC. 

May we all eat for the right reasons.

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