If your mind is too open, your brain will fall out. Warning: Names, identities, descriptions, and pictures have been changed and/or used to protect the innocent as well as the guilty. PollyPeoria should not be used or quoted as a source for your senior college thesis.

Friday, January 13

It should never, ever come to this


Many of you have a three day weekend. If you are parents of a teenager or even a tweenager, consider the extra time an opportunity for a talk. Please tell your kids that you love them dearly. Tell them that even if they flunk every last class in school, get pregnant (or someone else pregnant), pose nude on the internet, and get a DUI all in the same week that you will still love them and you will forgive them.

By all means tell them that you will be pissed. Tell them you will be pissed and disappointed and hurt, but as a parent and an adult, after you are done yelling and having a good cry, you will proceed digging the child you love dearly out the hole they dug for themselves. That's what parents do. That's the job.

Tell your kid the truth. Tell them that at one time or another we all screw up in huge, fantastic, incredible, unbelievable ways. As humans, major errors are unavoidable.

Tell your teenager that you recognize their ability to fall in love. Tell them that when someone you love abandons you, it hurts like hell. DON'T TELL THEM THERE ARE MORE FISH IN THE SEA - even if it is true. Tell them that the pain they feel is important and real and it will take awhile to subside.

Tell them the only thing most never get over or recover from is losing a child.

Your child.

I Miss Grace...



and glamour. Real glamour. Party dresses with tulle, women not leaving the house without a hat and gloves, gentlemen holding the door open and helping a lady with her coat glamour.

My faith and hope are being ever so slightly restored that Americans might one day tire of crass, tack and the nasty. My hit count went WAY up after posting pictures of Grace Kelly. Even more so than the teasers for nude Kelly Monaco and Emily Stern pics or even Scarlett fully clothed.

Don't get me wrong, I love my oldest pair of Levis almost as much as my significant other. I want to be buried in them. However, the closest most women ever come to owning or wearing a dress like this is on our wedding day.



One commenter recently stated, and I agree, that many ordinary people are as beautiful as celebrities. However, very few celebs have the poise or class as the days of old. Case in point, Angelina Jolie now admits she is prego with Brad's baby. Jennifer, Hon, you're better off. Brad is fine, but he can't act. Angelina is just rough, period. She'll probably get her kids tattoos as well. One day, as the vast amounts of silicone harden, Angie's lips are going to burst and the flying shrapnel will probably kill Brad.

It seems like manners are becoming a hindrance for living well in America. To get business done, you must shout at the top of your lungs on your cell phone at a nice restaurant. Leave more than one car length of space between your vehicle and the one in front of you on the freeway, and some arrogant ass in a Beemer driving 90 mph will happily clip in front of you.

Can you imagine Cary Grant spitting in public?!

Can you imagine someone who wears their hair like this getting a tattoo?

Once upon a time it wasn't necessary to show everything to be sexy. In fact, to be considered beautiful one needed to be fully dressed.

Imagine that!

I know the "olden days" were not perfect. Celebs of yester year were apt to drive too fast, drink too much, take pills and have affairs. Society was not as likely to condone or forgive it, however.

Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful that women have more opportunities to do more and I'm grateful to previous generations who fought hard for said opportunities. There also something to be said for being able to slip on a pair of sweats, pulling my hair into a greasy ponytail and running to Walgreens for a bottle of Motrin.

It's just that something is woefully missing in today's very casual world of drive thrus, overnight mail, and web surfing.

What's missing is class, good taste, politeness, good manners, trust, you know, glamour.

Thursday, January 12

Does Anyone Else See the Similarities?







I am going to post about more important things. Well, not more important perhaps, but I am going to have a little vent/rage/hissy fit about our dorkwad governor's idea to fund education. Gambling! Keno! Available to play every fifteen minutes or so. Says the Gov, "It's very similar to bingo, which is being played in church halls across the country." Jeeze, Blago, why not just shove a needle of heroin up the arms of innocent citizens and then roll them for their cash?

Anyway, I have been working too hard and simply can not string any worthwhile commentary together right now. Maybe tomorrow. For now, I'm concentrating on finishing one last main project, and only because I am legally obligated, and then I'm going to quit my frickin' job. Why? Because Polly's boss is an evil dorkwad. No, I don't work for the Governor. I figure Bill won't mind a little more competition standing in the unemployment line. Besides, after I give my notice I won't have to be anonymous anymore! Some of you are going to be so disappointed as to just how much of a nobody I am. Seriously, all thirteen of you are going to be saying, "Polly Who?"

Anyhoo, Bill thought he had some worthy competition for Grace Kelly. Not. Ingrid Bergman played a nun in "The Bells of St. Mary's" for a reason, Dude. Besides, I think Grace and Scarlett have a lot in common.

Ofcourse, Princess Grace would have never posed like this:Sigh. Thank God for progress, eh?

Tuesday, January 10

Got your Kelly (of) Monaco for you...

perverts out there inflating my hit count lately. Figured I owed you something. Beautiful, isn't she?

Monday, January 9

Excuse me, but do you have a ladder truck I could borrow?

If City Council doesn't get its budget priorities straight, this may be the closest thing to fire fighting equipment left in Peoria.


A rather dull weekend. Just the way I like 'em. Slept in both days. Glorious. Never got around to doing laundry, cleaning my house, or disassembling the Christmas tree. Even better.

My Significant Other (S.O.) and I did get out last night. We had dinner at Bud's, coffee at Starbucks, and then saw Fun with Dick and Jane at the Rave. Dinner at Bud's was just okay. We had an appetizer of calamari, shared a porterhouse steak, and ordered a side of sauteed mushrooms. Our tab, with tax and tip came to $90.00. We had two beers as well, and our steak came with a house salad and some very good bread. Nonetheless, the decor, ambiance and quality of food doesn't come close to F. Scott's or some of the other numerous steakhouses in town. Some of them significantly less expensive. There was a decent crowd, but no where near what V.O.P.s used to draw in.

A little over a year ago Peoria didn't have a single Starbucks - unless you count the snack bar at Barnes and Noble. Now we have two, both with drive thrus, and another is on the way. S.O. and I had some time to burn before our movie so we slurped down a decaf latte at the Starbucks by the Shoppes at Grand Prairie. I was surprised to learn that Starbucks has wi-fi access, but expects people to pay extra for it. Gosh, you would think my purchase of a $4.00 cup of coffee would kind of cover it... Panera Bread has free wi-fi access and decent overpriced coffee, so if I ever decide to leave the house with my laptop again, I'll just go there. They have a fireplace and everything.

Fun with Dick and Jane started strong. The first two thirds of the movie was funny. The last third was spent watching Jim Carey spaz out for no good reason. The ending was particularly unsatisfying. I think the producers had a strong idea- consumer driven yuppies lose life savings and jobs at a Enron type corporation. It had beginnings of a good plot/script/story, but around the middle everyone just got lazy. It is worth seeing, but wait until it comes out on cable or DVD. Definitely NOT worth owning.

This morning's Word on the Street column in the the Journal Star was particularly gratifying. Jeff Lickiss, AMT employee/paramedic discovered the hard way that the Peoria Fire Department doesn't have the equipment necessary to provide adequate emergency services. Lickiss' daughter was involving in a serious car crash, and had to wait for over 15 minutes to be extracted as different trucks with various needed equipment had to be dispatched from all over town. The accident occurred within spitting distance of Station 11. However, Station 11 lost the truck that carries the "Jaws of Life." On top of it all, Lickiss admits that AMT did a lousy job of dispatching enough ambulances and personnel to treat victims on the scene. His daughter had to wait in dire pain for over fifteen minutes. Sucks to live in a town where the hospitals own the ambulance service, doesn't it Jeff? I attended a city council meeting, a year or so ago, where former OSF E.R. physician and creator of the Haitian Hearts program, Dr. John Carroll reported that AMTs critical care statistics are not reported (despite a FOI request) unlike most ambulance service providers in other areas. Gee, the hospitals wouldn't short staff calls to save money would they? No! That would be irresponsible, dirty and cruel.

Unfortunately, despite his promise to give Council an earful tomorrow night, Lickiss is not high enough up the political ladder to make a difference. We won't get Station 11 fully operational again until some really big wig loses someone near and dear to them for no reason other than the Fire Department's water truck and ladder truck are located in opposite areas of town.

In the meantime, drive very carefully, install a smoke detector on every floor, no, in every room, and strap a fire extinguisher to your belt in order to up your odds of survival.

Anyone reading this in the outer regions, being served by volunteer fire departments, keep in mind Peoria is your back up should anything really awful happen (tornado, factory fire, semi jack knifes on the interstate, etc.) Since a Peorian car crash victim a few blocks away from a fire station had to suffer in god awful pain until everyone could get their ducks in a row, lets just say you all are screwed.... Squared.

Friday, January 6

Cheap Tricks for Hits

Bill Dennis advised blogger PeoriaDad to:

"Use the words "kelly monaco nude pics" a couple of times. Your hit counts will rise!"

Then, on today's PeoriaPundit, Bill informs us that his blog received twice as many hits after running a post with the words Emily Stern.
Kelly Monaco nude pics? Who is Kelly Monaco? Why is Kelly Monaco nude? Who took pictures of Kelly Monaco nude? I'm not sure Kelly Monaco posing nude is such a good idea.

What's up with Emily Stern? Her Dad, Howard Stern isn't enough of a pervert for the family? Actually, I understand Emily Stern refused to do a play where she would have to appear nude. Emily Stern appearing nude? Why would Emily Stern be nude? Why would Emily Stern do such a thing? Emily Stern, don't pose for nude pics, keep your clothes on, Emily Stern. Show your father, Howard Stern, that at least one family member has a little class.

You know, the whole bloggersite hit count is kind of inflated. Yeah, I might get between 70-98 hits per day. However, if you look at how long most spent actually viewing the blog, it is less than one second. Yeah, just long enough to see there are not, in fact, any nude pictures of Emily Stern or Kelly Monaco nude pics.

To be honest, I only get about thirteen serious readers a day. Actually, probably more like ten, because a few visit more than once a day. Unemployed apparently.

Anyway, I adore all nine of you...

and Kelly Monaco - nude or not - and Emily Stern, nude or not.

The Upside of the High Cost of Heat.



Good afternoon from my bathroom. Yes, I am posting from The John. Before you run away, screaming, "Too much information!", allow me to explain. I am fully clothed. I am not in the midst of any sort of personal hygiene or bodily function.

I am simply cold.

I got my CILCO bill. Holy Mother of God, what a shock! Even though I was warned for months and months, I was still shocked. Thus, I have turned down the thermostat and put on dorky long underwear, added another comforter to the bed. Still wasn't enough.

My bathroom has a ceiling heater/fan/vent. It's old, probably installed in the 80's and more than a bit loud, but the heater works well. I'm thinking it's cheaper to just heat this tiny room than the entire house. I may just hibernate in here until next Spring. Thank God for laptops and cordless phones. Just need to haul in a sleeping bag and one of those dorm fridges.... Ew! Food in the bathroom. That would be going too far.

The media is reporting that hybrid car sales are going up as the cost of gasoline continues to stay high. As heating and cooling bills rival mortgage payments as an expense, do you think Americans will start downsizing their homes? Homes are much smaller in Europe than America. The walk-in closets in many newer American homes are probably larger than most master bedrooms in Europe. Energy and gas have been far more expensive over there for decades.

I wonder, if this trend continues, will America become a country of "flats?" Look on the bright side. If we are forced to downsize our homes and our cars, perhaps our bodies will be next. Maybe our biggy size accommodations encourage our biggy American obesity rate.

Forced to spend much more on the basics of comfort, maybe Americans will buy less crap. If you have to downsize from a 2,000 square foot home to a 800 square foot condo, you might think twice before buying that second set of Christmas dishes on sale at Kohl's.

If more children have to share bedrooms with their siblings, perhaps there won't be as much room for toys. Thanks to huge retailers like Walmart and Toys R Us, toys are cheap, kids have more than they can play with. I was at a kid's birthday party a couple months back. Mom invited the entire class. The kid actually got bored unwrapping presents.I'm wondering if the motive behind the trend of kids asking for donations to charity instead of birthday presents are actually parents sick and tired of taking their lives into their own hands every time they go to open a closet door.

Ever watch "Clean Sweep" on cable? This show finds people who can't throw away anything, but continue to buy more of everything, until they are living in a habitat filled from floor to ceiling full of merchandise with a path barely wide enough to walk through. The Clean Sweep team comes in, makes the homeowners throw everything they don't use away, and voila! Home makeover complete. Well, by using funds from a garage sale of the unwanted crap (where unsuspecting hoarders of crap come and buy more crap even cheaper than the crap they already own) to paint and refurbish the home.

Maybe it is good heat, electric, and fuel are expensive because clothes are too cheap. Think about it. No one darns socks anymore. You get a hole in your socks, you pick up a twelve pack at Walmart to replace it. I have way too many clothes. Few that I bought myself. I am the recipient of many hand-me-downs from girlfriend shopholics who need more room for their textile crap. I have received brand name clothes with the tags still on them. I saw a magazine article a few years ago that stated modern women spend much more time doing laundry than her pioneer sisters did 100 years ago. Makes sense. How many clothes would you own if you had to beat your clothes clean on a rock in the river instead of the oversized Maytag?

Electronics. Way too cheap. I used to have a "junk drawer" full of cords, batteries, chargers, etc. Now I have an entire moving box full of electronic crap. I could easily throw it out and not miss any of it, but then I feel major guilt for even considering putting that much toxic crap in a landfill. If cell phone upgrades were much more expensive, maybe I would not have four old, unused ones.

There should be laws about the crap businesses give away. I have three calculators in electronic junk box from different businesses. Four watches. BTW, Who would wear a Sherwin Williams watch? Freebies. Junkbies, really.

Prizes in Happy Meals should be outlawed. At the very least they should be given by request only. Very few kids actually play with the toys. The ones that do play with it for about thirty seconds and then the toy becomes landfill. Non biodegradable landfill.

On the internet you can find a million articles on ways to clean out the clutter, clean out your closets, clean out your life. Many have pictures. You know why the closets on Martha Stewart look so good? They are sparse and spacious. Sparse equals clean. Clutter equals claustrophobia.

My New Year's resolution is to only purchase items I will use. Preferably repeatedly. Even better, frequently. If my heating bill continues to be this high I will be forced to actually keep this year's resolution. I will not nickel and dime money away on crap that clutters my life and habitat or anyone else's. When someone invites you to a gathering and says, "Please don't bring anything, just yourself." They may actually be saying, "I have enough crap, thank you."

Huh. The upside of higher taxes and energy costs might just be a higher standard of living.

Thursday, January 5

Polly Wants to See a Little Leg!

Manly Shorts of the Olden Days.....

And Silly Skirt-Shorts of Today....

I'm watching the Bradley v. Drake basketball game on NBC. Can someone tell me when shorts got so long and baggy? I know it's been the fashion for years, but it seems that this season's shorts are longer and baggier than ever. I did a double take when I first turned the game on. For a nanosecond I thought the players were wearing dresses. I still half expect a circus clown to ride down the court on a minature bike, blow a horn, and then pull some player's skirt-shorts down to expose wild colored polka dotted underpants.

Is this just a fashion statement, or is there a reason for it that I'm missing? I know when I wear stuff that baggy its because I'm trying to hide my chubby thighs. But these players are cut and don't have an ounce of fat between them.

Just curious.

Anyway, Go Bradley Braves! Er, I mean, Bradley Native Americans! Er, I mean, Bradley Native Peoples! Er, I mean Bradley Blades of Grass!!!

What Makes Luciano Laugh?

Did anyone else find Phil Luciano's column in today's Journal Star incredibly cruel and distasteful?

When I read yesterday's front page I was surprised and delighted to read that 12 West Virginia coal miners were found alive. Driving to work, listening to NPR, I learned of the major miscommunication and that all but one man had been killed in the mine. I felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach.

I don't know any miners. I don't know anyone in West Virginia. I don't think I've had so much as a layover in that state. Nonetheless, their deaths saddened me a great deal. The emotional roller coaster that the miners families had unintentionally been forced to ride - one of fear, relief, joy, and profound grief seemed especially cruel.

Enter Luciano. This guy actually found something to laugh about. Gosh, mining isn't the most deadly profession after all! Why, look at all the silly stats, ways and means workers have discovered to off themselves while on the job! Tee hee hee!

Does the Journal Star have a single editor a morsel of decency? How could anyone let this go to press? Those who agree with me can take small comfort in Luciano's closing lines:

What about lowly newspaper hacks? We're lumped into the category of "writers, artists, entertainers and athletes," which accounted for 47 deaths.

I can live with the risk level, especially as long as the federal government cares to put me on par with the likes of Brad Pitt and Lance Armstrong
.

Actually, your league lies with has beens Andrew Dice Clay, Carrot Top, and Pauley Shore, Phil.

First thing we do...

...Kill all the lawyers. -Shakespeare

I was dutifully reminded this morning from a blogger who I respect that we in the bloggersphere are not safe from exposure or litigation, even if what is posted on our blogs isn't actually written by us, but those commenting.

As I wish to keep my job (well, kind of) and my house, from now on please refrain from making or spreading unproven rumors - especially those of a sexual or alcohol/drug abuse nature. Any commenter who continues to do so will be blocked.

Some folks just don't have a thick enough skin. To whom I say, "If you can't take the heat, stay away from television cameras."

I know, boring, but necessary.

*Sigh* It was just getting interesting.

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