Saturday, October 15, 2011


Mad Henry was a hermit who lived alone in a decrepit mansion at the edge of town.  Rumors were rife about the wild-eyed man.  Some folks said that he was a magician who called upon the powers of darkness to wreck havoc upon his neighbors.  Others called him a mad doctor who could restore life to foul corpses from the local cemetery.  No respectable citizen in town had anything to do with Mad Henry.
Then, one day, a new family moved to town with a lovely daughter, Rachel, who caught Mad Henry’s eye. He showered the maiden with gifts—goblets of pure gold, necklaces of pearl, and a pot of daisies that never dropped a single petal. Despite the gifts, Rachael fell in love with another, Geoffrey, a handsome young man just home from university. A week after meeting they eloped, leaving behind a stunned Mad Henry.
When Rachael and Geoffrey returned from the elopement, they threw a big ball and invited everyone in town. While Rachel was waltzing with her father, she heard a  clap of thunder. Lightning flashed again and again. Suddenly, the double doors blew open and a breeze whirled in, bringing with it the smell of dead, decaying things. Mad Henry loomed in the doorway, pupils gleaming red with anger. He was followed by the grotesque figures of the dead, who came marching two by two into the room. Their eye sockets glowed with blue fire as they surrounded the room.
Two of the corpses captured Geoffrey and threw him down at the feet of their lord. Red eyes gleaming, Mad Henry drew a silver-bladed knife and casually cut the bridegroom’s throat from ear to ear. Rachel screamed and ran forward, pushing through the foul, stinking corpses of the dead, and flung herself upon her dying husband.
“Kill us both,” she cried desperately.


1955 - "Grand Ole Opry" premiered on ABC-TV.

1955 - Buddy Holly opened a show for Elvis Presley in Lubbock, TX.

1968 - Led Zeppelin made its performance debut in England.

1971 - Rick Nelson was booed when he performed new material at an oldies show.

1973 - The U.S. Supreme Court refused to review a 1971 Federal Communications directive that broadcasters censor from the airwaves songs with drug-oriented lyrics.

1976 - Ike and Tina Turner split their musical act.

1977 - "Slip Slidin' Away," by Paul Simon, was released.

1987 - Jerry Garcia, of the Grateful Dead, opened a series of solo shows on Broadway.

1996 - Tommy Lee (Motley Crue) was charged with attacking a cameraman that was trying to take pictures of him and his wife Pamela Anderson Lee.

1997 - Patricia Ann Richardson filed suit against Snoop Doggy Dogg, his former manager Sharita Knight, and Death Row Records for allegedly tricking her into transporting packages of marijuana to a venue where Snoop Doggy Dogg was performing.

1998 - MCA Records Inc. filed a breach-of-contract lawsuit against New Edition members Ralph Tresvant, Johnny Gill, Ricardo Bell, Michael Bivins, and Ronald DeVoe for alleged failure to deliver albums.

1998 - Puff Daddy played his first U.K. show

Friday, October 14, 2011


A True Story Retold by Marion Pellicano Ambrose
Along the banks of the Cuyahoga River which runs through Cleveland’s East Side, was Kingsbury Run. The Run was a shantytown during the Depression and was the site of one of America’s most famous unsolved crimes : The Torso Murders.
Between the years of 1935 – 1938, 13 victims were murdered. Each one was decapitated and most were dismembered. The body parts were found strewn about Kingsbury Run and were believed to be hobos, prostitutes, transients, and other residents of shantytown.
The murders finally ended in 1938 when the famous Elliott Ness burned the shacks of shantytown to the ground. A man named Frank Dolezal was charged with the crimes but died under mysterious circumstances before he was able to be brought to trial. People believed that the real killer was a member of a wealthy, influential family who committed himself to a mental institution after the burning of shantytown.  It was from this killer that Elliott Ness received taunting postcards. The murders and the postcards haunted Ness for the rest of his life, leading him into a downward spiral of alcohol and debt.  Many believe that Elliott Ness was the 14th victim!


“The greatest boundaries that we face in our lives are very often the ones 
we ourselves create in our minds."  —  Ellyn Spragins
Can right and wrong get mixed up?  Is there a time and place to blur the lines? Cross the line? Is life always as simple as black and white --- when you see endless shades of gray?

Is there a dream or a fantasy that you hide in your heart, that if opportunity presented itself you would act on it? Doesn't everyone have one or more of those tucked away somewhere?  (Are you fooling yourself if you are shaking your head no as you read this post.)  That secret - never shared, like some taboo topic that is avoided at all costs.  An honesty perhaps not even obvious or admitted to yourself. 

Honesty, integrity and self esteem weigh heavily on the success of many relationships.  But, relationships change.  People change. Passion fades.  Distance grows.  Sex can be an action without an emotional reaction. Lovers can become more like housemates.  Life is not static.  Yet so often the most important relationship in your life is.  It stops growing.  You stop dreaming. Would acting on a fantasy help or harbor the union? Does a happier "you", make for a better "we"? Do the rules change if there is an act of promiscuous nature involved? If it stays in your head and heart is it okay, is there no harm done? A one night stand can be written off and forgiven whereas something with a history or connection means game over. Is an emotional attachment a means to justify or make matters worse? What if no one ever knew? Acting on a fantasy could feed and fuel your libido, whereas the opposite may forever starve your soul.  Can carnal desires or something unfinished ever completely be snuffed out? Is sex ever really just sex? 

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Deanna Verbouwens - Happiness is…

*My four year old pummeling me with hugs when I come home from work.

*When my husband does the dishes…without a nudge (it happens a lot!).

*My seven year old kissing me good morning, without fail every morning!

*Knowing that I still have the mental strength to run 6 miles with relative ease.

*When support pops up in the least expected places.

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PARENTING 101 - By Deanna

Can I Have A Life Line?
By Deanna Verbouwens
Oh…my friends!! I love them to death, I have a handful of best friends that I rely on – maybe way too much but rely on them I do. I can count my closest friends on two hands, I tell some more than others, some know everything about me…maybe more than I know about me. I value, love, and hold my friends in the highest regards. I’ve disappointed some, I’ve divorced a few, and some are still hanging around. I will say my piece with respect and honor their wishes, I will support them and never judge, sometimes - in my humblest of opinions I will let them know that I think they are wrong. I will keep secrets that I may not want to keep, I will let them vent, cry and make them laugh even if it means I have to moon them (yeah, picture mooning your friends with a piece of toilet paper stuck in your ass!). They are my friends. They make me pee my pants with laughter, they lend a shoulder when it’s needed, they call, and come running without being asked – they just know what to do – because they are my friends.

I’m not sure where I learned to be a friend - they say you mimic your parents/guardians behavior but that wasn’t the case for me. You hear that some woman crawled under the tables of the weekly bridge games listening to their mother and her friends talking about the neighbors, teachers or husbands, or perhaps they remember them sitting poolside drinking a cocktail while all the kids horsed around in the pool, or maybe even remember the monthly pot-luck dinners. That didn’t happen with my mom, I feel I barely knew my mom’s friends. My mother did have a strong circle of friends however; I rarely got to see my mom in action with them, my parents moved to Long Island and most of my mom’s friends stayed in the City (Brooklyn or Queens). I did witness my mom befriend the neighborhood moms and she is still very close with one, however, my mom had five children and rarely made the time for herself, that coupled with my dad being sick ...well, you get the picture. I love that my mom now makes the effort to attend a weekly card game with the gals from her old job, when she gets the chance - she still see’s her girls from back-in-the-day and even goes to lunch with the one neighborhood mom almost every month.

I am not sure if friendships weren’t that important to my mom or if she just put them on hold until she had the time to make for herself and her friends. Whatever the reason, I implore all woman to make friends whether you make one at work, through your kids or it’s one from kindergarten – if you have the connection – nurture that friendship. Every girl needs one friend she can rely on. I’m nothing without my friends – they are my rock, my comfort and my life-line – I am lucky I have many.

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Marion Pellicano Ambrose
It's time for me to go for my annual Mammogram again. It's really an easy thing to do so I don't know why I used to put it off all the time. I remembered this advice I found a few years ago that made me feel so much better and at ease about it.

Many women are afraid of their first mammogram, but there's no need to worry. By taking a few minutes each day for a week preceding the exam, and doing the following practice exercises, you will be totally prepared. And you can do this right in your own home!

Yes, I did have my mammogram today, why do you ask?

Exercise 1: 
Open your refrigerator door and insert one breast between the door and the main box. Have one of your strongest friends slam the door shut and lean on the door for good measure. Hold that position for five seconds (while you hold your breath). Repeat again, in case the first time wasn't effective enough. 


I am in inadequate hugger when my children need it most, and I need an intervention. It’s just not a natural instinct for me to hug them when they fall or get hurt. I can hug the sh*t out of them in a normal environment, cuddle up watching TV, reading a book, tickle them and kiss them up until they tell me to stop but once the hurt starts, the tears start flowing my initial reaction is “Get over it” or “Shake it Off”. It literally takes my brain a few seconds to activate the” Oh, shit I should probably hug them” brain cell. It’s like my brain’s defibrillator needs to be fine-tuned because now those shocks are coming in at a turtle’s speed and it ain’t doing nothing for me. It shouldn’t take a good 5-to-15 seconds for my brain to register comfort, hugs, love… but it does.

The littlest bugger pummeled Richie and smacked the crap out of him with a plastic elephant, which I know hurt, it had too; there was no way it couldn’t. What did I do? I turned around, and walked to the kitchen, than a full 15 seconds later it registered that the poor little guy must be in pain. I know, I know, I am SO getting Mother of Year award, the plaque is being engraved and I believe it’s being shipped out as I write this. What’s wrong me with me? I am really trying to figure this one out as I’ve noticed in recent weeks that my response rate to any injury is terrible, thank goodness I am not employed by EMS. I shudder thinking about those poor people I would have let down, I would have been fired. I wonder if my children notice that I let them cry it out instead of running to their aid. I am actually training myself to stop what I am doing the minute I hear the hurt happen and go to their aid; it’s hard, very hard. I mean, I just had to stop writing this wonderful blog to comfort Richie. The two-year old with full force, with the fire in his eyes, his little body moving so fast it looked like his feet were flying, grunting like a weight lifter from one end of the basement to the other sacked Richie as if he was a linebacker for the New York Giants. Knocked the crap out of him. Richie didn’t know what hit him; the poor little bugger looked like he got knocked out by Tyson, but thankfully he still had his ear.

Marion Pellicano Ambrose... NO WOMEN ALLOWED!

Dr. Pepper has come out with a new soft drink: Dr. Pepper 10: For Men Only! The can is designed for men with gunmetal grey and silver bullets, contains some sugar and has 10 calories. I imagine the sugar is to keep it from being categorized “diet” which is unmanly! The new drink even has its own Facebook page, which contains an application that allows it to exclude women from viewing content, which includes games and videos aimed at being "manly." For instance, there's a shooting gallery where you shoot things like high heels and lipstick. There is also a "man quiz" with questions on activities like fishing and hunting. The page also lists the Dr. Pepper Man’ments! See a few for yourself:

Wednesday, October 12, 2011


A New York Ghost Story
Retold by S. E. Schlosser
 In the early 1800s, the White Lady and her daughter were supposed to have lived on the land where the Durand Eastman Park -- part of Irondequoit and Rochester -- now stands. One day, the daughter disappeared. Convinced that the girl had been raped and murdered by a local farmer, the mother searched the marshy lands day after day, trying to discover where her child's body was buried. She took with her two German shepherd dogs to aid in her search, but she never found a trace of her daughter. Finally, in her grief, the mother threw herself off a cliff into lake Ontario and died. Her dogs pined for their mistress and shortly joined her in the grave.

After death, the mother's spirit returned to continue the search for her child. People say that on foggy nights, the White Lady rises from the small Durand Lake which faces Lake Ontario. She is accompanied by her dogs and together they roam through the Durand Eastman park, still searching for her missing daughter.

The White Lady is not a friendly spirit. She dislikes men and often seeks vengeance against the males visiting the park on her daughter's behalf . There have been reports of the White Lady chasing men into the lake, shaking their cars, and making their lives miserable until they leave the park. She has never touched any females accompanying these unfortunate fellows.


A pregnant Brooklyn performance artist has arranged to give birth in a gallery space, while an audience watches. The artist, Marni Kotak, is spending every day over the next six weeks at the Microscope Gallery in Brooklyn until the big day. The gallery has been turned into a "birthing room" and she will be attended by her husband, a midwife and doula. Kotak has said that "The Birth of Baby X," will show that "giving birth, the greatest expression of life, is the highest form of art."

If it happens is a gallery is it art? The history of performance art is filled with over-sharing. Intimate body functions, blood, plenty of nudity, and sweat are central to this type of art. Kotak herself in her career has reenacted her own birth, the loss of her virginity, and the funeral of her grandfather.

She's getting a heck of a lot of press. My quick Google search turned up 1.2 million results. Damn, girl! And reactions are divided between those believing that she has the right to choose this event as an expression of her art and those that think it's just gross. Some even go so far as to suggest this is child abuse.

But is it art? Personally, I feel a bit mixed about it. I couldn't image giving birth in front of a crowd, but


Reinventing CEO Pay-
Why $1 per year makes sense.

Steve Jobs’ passing was noted for his many innovations. In fact, tech journalist Harry McCracken whose is one of my favorite regular reads, pointed out that Jobs was, in fact, the Great Reinventor in an obituary he penned for Time Magazine. Link:,8599,2096251,00.html

Jobs’ greatest gift was timing.  It works for entrepreneurs, inventors and comedians, all of whom can work under similar pressure. He knew how best and more importantly, when best to implement a great idea original or reinvented. I recommend you read Harry’s article for greater insight into what made Jobs so special. I know from friends inside Apple that he could be very tough to work for, but in the end, those who bought in  and stayed in were rewarded for their efforts.

Steve Jobs was not the first CEO to take $1 annual pay, that honor belongs to the man whose autobiography was read by nearly everyone and in the 80’s, Lee Iacocca. Then it was part publicity stunt but partly him saying, “Hey, I’ve got skin in the game.”

Jobs was different. He came back to Apple along with his foundering but powerful NeXT operating system. He was rewarded with a buyout from Apple. He also had a huge number of Disney shares, which made him the largest individual holding, valued in the billions of dollars, made from selling Pixar to Disney for a pure share deal.

For Apple he was originally “iCEO” or interim CEO. He eventually dropped the “i” in the title but kept the “i” in the products to the “iTune” of billions of dollars in profit, sales and share value. The NeXT operating system powered Apple’s OS X and made the iMac a household word. The user interface, the look and feel were translated into the iPod. All that was learned in using NeXT OS and the human interface made the device a huge success. There were other devices before it, but none more elegant and human driven. This success grew and the
formula was repeated with the iPhone and iPad. Both device types existed prior but Apple did it better and more successfully than anyone else.

So for the $300 billion in company valuation and over $30 billion in cash reserves gained during the last 14 years or so, Jobs has been paid all of $14 for being CEO. Now granted he received reimbursement for any work related travel, including the fuel for his private jet, a gift from Apple worth about $90 million along with billions of dollars worth of shares in Apple which made him the single largest shareholder in Apple, but he created real value for his company. He grew the team, he helped grow them individually, and made our use of technology more efficient. In spite of growing the business to astounding levels, he never sold a single share and didn't receive any additional shares after 2003. He was the subject of a share backdating scandal, however it was said this was unknown to him and no charges were brought.

Imagine if all CEOs worked this way, earning only $1 plus reasonable CEO business reimbursement and shares for success. Their compensation would be directly tied to their performance. None of the bank CEOs would be compensated for losing billions of dollars. None would get millions of dollars for severance. Many would argue this would lead the CEOs to concentrate on share value and reduction of head count instead of applying best practices for growth.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

*************PLEASE READ************

This morning my K9 partner Riki went missing from my home. His kennel door had been opened from the outside. He was taken from the Center Road area in Cartersville GA. He is a very friendly people dog and I had only had him for 2 days. If anyone knows where he is please call me at 678-956-0501, I am not even concerned with filling charges if the person will just return him to his home! Please everyone repost this and get the word out. This is killing me worrying about where he is and if he is ok. He is a sable colored German Shepherd and weights about 70lbs. He does not have the normal German Shepherd colors he's mostly sable. PLEASE call me if you have any information!!
By: Chris Day..
This was posted on THE THIN BLUE LINE, a site for police and police families. Please pass this on to help find K9 Officer Riki!


Excerpted from Spooky New York
Retold by Marion Pellicano Ambrose

Liza worked in a box factory, and her salary was not large. She made just enough to cover the cost of food, shelter, and the clothes on her back. So when she received an invitation to a fancy-dress party from an old friend, she did not know what she should do. Here was her chance at last to shine a little, to experience how the other half lived, but she had no money to buy a dress, or even the material to make one.
She mentioned her dilemma to a woman at the box factory. “Why not rent a costume?” the woman suggested. “It shouldn’t cost much for just one evening. Try your local pawnshop.”
And so she made her way to a pawnshop near her home after work. At the rear of the store, she found a beautiful satin gown, complete with matching accessories. The owner of the shop was willing to rent the gown to her for a reasonable fee. After paying the fee she took the beautiful gown home with her on the night of the party.
She dressed carefully for the occasion and peered at her reflection in the tiny mirror in her bathroom. She looked radiant, her blue eyes glowing with the excitement of an evening out. As she turned away from the mirror, she thought she heard a whisper: “Give me back my dress.” She froze in the doorway, looking around uncertainly for the speaker, but saw no one. She shrugged, went downstairs, and splurged on the cab fare into Manhattan.
When she arrived, she was quickly inundated with dance partners. She felt like Cinderella at the ball, and the first hour of the party quickly slipped away.
She slowly became aware of growing nausea when she paused between dances. She felt light-headed, and the room was spinning for a moment. Once again Liza heard a ghostly whisper in her ear: “Give me back my dress.”


Tony Walker

A guy meets a girl out at a nightclub and she invites him back to her place for the night, her parents are out of town and this is the perfect opportunity. They get back to her house and they go into her bedroom, and when the guy walks in the door he notices all these fluffy toys. There's hundreds of them, fluffy toys on top of the wardrobe, fluffy toys on the bookshelf and window sill, there's more on the floor, and of course fluffy toys all over the bed. Later, after they've had sex, he turns to her and asks,

''So, how was I?''

She says, ''Well, you can take anything from the bottom shelf.''


DRL Is Proud to Introduce
M. Radeboldt

I smile and look up into his bright, beautiful eyes. “Goodnight honey, I love you.” I tell him, ”Have a good shift.”  A kiss and a quick hug and then he’s gone. “God please keep him safe and bring him back to me” I pray. And I pretend that I’m not petrified that tonight will be the night I get “that call”.
I love my husband. I’m proud that he’s a police officer. He cares about people and is willing to put his life on the line, put our life together on the line, every day or night when he puts on that uniform. His job is not an easy one. While he is trying to protect, to serve, to keep the peace, he faces more than bullets. He faces indifference, ignorance, prejudice, and disrespect. Instead of thanking him for his dedication and bravery, people complain when he enforces the very laws that keep them safe. If he fights with a suspect to defend himself or save another, it’s called police brutality. If he draws his gun because his life or that of an innocent bystander is in danger, it’s all over the papers and he must be suspended pending an investigation. No, his job is not easy, but neither is mine.


I should be dead.
I'm not dead.
Cancer tried to kill me.
I'm still here.
But did I beat it?

Cancer-Left me without a leg.
              -Screwed up my job which messed up my finances.
              -Took me away from my kids when they needed me. My son has struggled through school since day one. One of the main reasons he struggles is because I either wasn't there for him when he was real little or his needs had to be put aside to deal with a cancer related issue for me. My daughter's autism sometimes took a back seat to my cancer related crap.

Monday, October 10, 2011


Marion Pellicano Ambrose

The Paranormal Pub will be open from now until Halloween night! Ghost stories, urban legends, tales of terror and murder will all be on the menu.

We at DRL invite you to send in your scaries stories to share. They can be true or fictional stories you've heard that gave you goosebumps!

Let's make this the scariest Halloween ever!

Send your stories to .


Where did Columbus first land in America?
................On his feet!

What would you get if you crossed Columbus day with Halloween?  ........Ghoulumbus Day


Marion Pellicano Ambrose

Recently DRL posted a letter from a veteran who was upset that the wording of the presentation of the flag at his uncle’s military funeral was changed.  (Click here to go to the orginal post) DRL checked with Snopes before posting and it was listed as “Undetermined”.  Since posting, we’ve heard from several people who were concerned that this was a rumor. Since we are committed to voicing the opinions of ALL our readers, I did some research on the post. This is what I found.
Summary of the eRumor: The message describes a first-hand account from a man who attended the funeral of his uncle, a U.S. Army Korean War combat veteran. The writer said that he knew that when the flag was ceremonially folded and presented to the family the presenter would normally say something like "On behalf of the President of the United States" we thank you for the faithful service of your loved one. At this funeral, however, the presenter substituted "President of the United States" with "Secretary of Defense." The writer later asked the presenter about it and was told that there had been a change in the protocol and that "The White House notified all military funeral service detachments to immediately remove 'the President' and insert 'the Secretary of Defense."
The Truth: 
The email is authentic and communicated with the writer, John G. Martich Weirton who said this happened at a Pittsburgh cemetery at the funeral of his uncle, U.S. Army Korean War Veteran Daniel Martich.   A spokesperson for U.S. Army Public Affairs Department told that there has not been any official change in the protocol of presenting the flag to the family of a member of the military who has died.


Tony Walker

If you're friends with me on Facebook most likely you see a pervert who hits on every woman he's friends with. It's true... I do that. So this next comment may come as a surprise.
I am crazy about my wife.
I adore the woman. She makes me laugh all the time.
Her kisses make me nuts.... if only she didn't push me away every time I kiss her!
What's with you women?? "Get off me! I'm stressed about a bill!" "Not now! Seinfeld is on!" "Go away! Maybe later!" And the list goes on & on.
What does it take for you gals to toss everything aside, tear your clothes off & say, "I want you bad!"
I know I am not exactly Brad Pitt.... I am more like Arm Pit.... but don't you ladies like when a man is all gaga over you? I've seen women get mad when a guy is distant. But then you feel smothered when a guy tries to be involved.
Sometimes I get so mad. Sometimes I try to understand where her head is at that particular time. Sometimes I think it's me & no matter what I do I'll always be gross.
My wife & I have had many heart to hearts about this topic. Whoever says sex isn't an important part in a marriage is a dope.
Please ladies. Explain this to me. Either that or come kiss me. She'll be glad... she'll get some rest because I won't be all over her!!

Sunday, October 9, 2011


Did You Know...

The only active diamond mine in the United States is in Arkansas.

The leap of an average flea is equivalent to a 100 pound man leaping 1,000 and enduring a g-force of 20,000 pounds with an acceleration greater than that of a space shuttle.

The only lizard that has a voice is the Gecko.

The sound of a snore (up to 69 decibels) can be almost as loud as the noise of a pneumatic drill.

Women's hearts beat faster than men's.

The average duration of sexual intercourse for humans is 2 minutes.

Worker ants may live seven years and the queen may live as long as 15 years.

The average elephant produces 50 pounds of dung each day.

The brain is soft and gelatinous - its consistency is something between jelly and cooked pasta.

The only one of his sculptures that Michelangelo signed was the "The Pieta," completed in 1500.


Happy Birthday to
musician Sean Lennon(1975),
LPGA golfer Annika Sorenstam (1970),
British singer P.J. Harvey (1969),
Star Trek captain Scott Bakula(1954),
Monk star Tony Shalhoub (1953),