You have got to be kidding me!?!?

Oh I get it! She is like Jessica Simpson. She just "pretends" to be a flipping moron! Right? Right? Now one can be this dim, can they?

I'm sure most of you have heard about the Masked Avengers radio disc jokey's and the "prank" they pulled on Mrs. Dimwit, pretending to be Nicolas Sarkozy.


SP Assist = Sarah Palin’s AssistantMA = Masked AvengersSP = Sarah PalinFNS = Fake Nicolas Sarkozy

Ring
SP Assist: This is Betsy.
MA: Hello, Betsy. This is Frank l’ouvrier (Frank the worker], I’m with President Sarkozy, on the line for Governor Palin.
SP Assist: One second please, can you hold on one second please?
MA: No problem.
SP Assist: Hi, I’m going to hand the phone over to her.
MA: Okay thank you very much I’m going to put the president on the line.
SP Assist: Ok he’s coming to the line.
SP: This is Sarah.MA: Okay, Governor Palin?
SP: Hellloooo…(long drawn out, like Well, hellooooo)
MA: Just hold on for President Sarkozy, one moment.
SP [To someone in the room]: Oh, it’s not him yet, I always do that. I’ll just have people hand it to me right when it’s them.
FNS: Yes, hello, Governor Palin? Yes, hello, Mrs. Governor?
SP: Hello this is Sarah., how are you?
FNS: Fine, and you, this is Nicolas Sarkozy speaking, how are you?
SP: Oh…so good, it’s so good to hear you. Thank you for calling us.
FNS: Oh, it’s a pleasure.
SP: Thank you sir, we have such great respect for you, John McCain and I, we love you and thank you for spending a few minutes to talk to me.
FNS: I follow your campaigns closely with my special American Advisor Johnny Hallyday (a French singer), you know?
SP: Yes! Good!
FNS: Excellent! Are you confident?
SP: Very confident and we’re thankful that the polls are showing that the race is tightening and–
FNS: Well I know very well that the campaign can be exhausting. How do you feel right now my dear?
SP: Ah, I feel so good. I feel like we’re in a marathon and at the very end of the marathon, you get your second wind and you plow to the finish—
FNS: You see, I got elected in France because I’m real and you seem to be someone who’s real as well.
SP: Yes, yeah, Nicolas, we so appreciate this opportunity.
FNS: You know, I see you as a president, one day, you too.
SP: [Muahaaa...weird laugh], maybe in 8 years. Haha
FNS: Well, ah, I hope for you. You know we have a lot in common because personally one of my favorite activities is to hunt too.
SP: [Giggle]o h very good, we should go hunting together.
FNS: Exactly! We could go try hunting by helicopter, like you did, I never did that.
SP: [Giggle]
FNS: Like we say in France, “on pourrait tuer des bébés phoques aussi” [Translation: We could also kill some baby seals.
]SP: [Giggle] Well I think we could have a lot of fun together as we’re getting work done, we can kill two birds with one stone that way.
FNS: I just love killing those animals. Mm, mm. Take away a life, that is so fun!
SP: [Hahahaha]
FNS: I’d really love to go as long as we don’t bring your Vice president Cheney, hahaha.
SP: No, I’ll be a careful shot, yes.
FNS: You know we have a lot in common also except that from my house [Note: This sounds somewhat like 'ass', with the accent, but I believe it's house, without the h, which is how the speaker says most of his 'h' words] I can see Belgium. That’s kind of less interesting than you.
SP: Well, see, we’re right next door to other countries that we all need to be working with, yes.
FNS: Some people said in the last days, and I thought that was mean, that you weren’t experienced enough in foreign relations, and you know, that’s completely false, that’s the thing I said to my great friend, the Prime Minister of Canada, Stef Carse [Stephen Harper is the PM].
SP: Well, he’s doing fine, too, and yeah when you come into a position underestimated, it gives you the opportunity to prove the pundits and the critics wrong. You work that much harder-
FNS: I, I was wondering because you are also next to him, one of my good friends, also, the prime minister of Quebec, Mr. Richard Z. Sirois [a famous Quebec radio host], have you met him recently? Did he come to one of your rallies?SP: Uh, haven’t seen him at one of the rallies, but it’s been great working with the Canadian officials in my role as governor; we have a great cooperative effort there as we work on all of our resource development projects. You know I look forward to working with you and getting to meet you personally and your beautiful wife, oh my goodness, you’ve added a lot of energy to your country, even, with that beautiful family of yours.
FNS: Thank you very much. You know my wife, Carla, would love to meet you. You know even though she was a bit jealous that I was supposed to speak to you today. [Hahahaha]SP: [Hahahha] Well give her a big hug from me.
FNS: You know my wife is a popular singer and a former top model and she’s so hot in bed. She even wrote a song for you.SP: Oh my goodness! I didn’t know that.
FNS: Yes, in French, it’s called Du rouge à lèvres sur une cochonne [Translate: Lipstick on a smutty girl (note: I've seen other sites that say this translates to lipstick on a sow)] or if you prefer in English Joe the Plumber, [sings] It’s his life, Joe the Plumber…”SP: Maybe she understands some of the unfair criticism but I bet you she is such a hard worker, too, and she realizes you just plow through that criticism like
FNS: I just want to be sure, I don’t’ quite understand the phenomenon “Joe the Plumber,” that’s not your husband, right?SP: Mmhmm, that’s into my husband but he’s a normal American who just works hard and doesn’t want government to take his money.
FNS: Yes, yes, I understand, we have the equivalent of Joe the Plumber in France, it’s called, “Marcel, the guy with bread under his armpit, oui.”SP: Right. That’s what it’s all about, is the middle class, and government needing to work for them. You’re a very good example for us here.
FNS: I seen a bit about NBC even Fox News wasn’t an ally, an ally, sorry, about as much as usual.SP: Yeah that’s what we’re up against.
FNS: I must say, Governor Palin, I love the documentary they made on your life, you know, Hustler’s “Nailin Palin.”SP: Oh, good, thank you. Yes.
FNS: That was really edgy.SP: [Laughs] Well good.
FNS: I really love you. And I must say something, so, Governor, you’ve been pranked.By the Master Avengers. We’re two comedians from MontrealSP: Oohhh have we been pranked? And what radio station is this? [tries to force herself to sound nice but you can tell she’s pissed]
FNS: This is for CKOI in Montreal.SP: In Montreal? Tell me the radio station call letters[SP leaves phone, continuous griping in background, sounds like, "For chrissakes...that was ??? Just a radio station prank...chrissakes..."]
MA: Hello? If one voice can change the world for Obama, one Viagra can change the world for McCain.[Man’s voice in background: hang up, hang up.]SP Assist: Hi, I’m sorry, I have to let you go. Um, thank you.

Super duper sucky trip to the ER

I generally try not to write much about my kids. I just don't like to to it. They deserve some privacy. Today I am going to break that rule. They have so much going on that I need to purge. Maybe if I write about it I can get some perspective on things.

Last night was like every other night around here. I had just read Hannah a bed time story, given her a nebulizer treatment and cough syrup when the shit hit the fan. She has asthma that is brought on when she has even the smallest of colds. She was completely fine during the story, helping me read the whole thing. Then she started barking like a seal. I had already given her one neb since she has a cold. I didn't want this to get out of hand. Uh huh. I wrapped her up in a blankie and took her outside thinking the cool air would help with the croup. It did not. If anything it just made things worse.

I woke Shawn up and told him I was taking her to the ER. She could not catch a breath for anything and I was seriously afraid she would pass out before we got there. I have never, ever been so afraid and full of panic in my life. I have asthma and took more than one trip to the ER in my childhood. I know what it feels like when you cannot catch a breath and I know how scary it is. Normally when one of the kids has to go to the ER I take them myself, last night I was so afraid for Hannah I made Shawn drive.

When we walked in I told the nurse at the front desk she was having an asthma attack. We were taken immediately to a room and a doctor met us as we were walking in. That freaked me out a bit. They hooked her up to the vitals machine and had her on a epi neb before they even got her name. The doctors and nurses there did a fantastic job with her and with her panicked parents. I was impressed.

She had some xrays and blood work to determine she didn't have pneumonia and was given different steroid treatments to build her lungs back up. As soon as she was feeling better she started acting punchy. Teasing the doctor and nurses and acting like her silly self. The lab lady gave her a stuffed duck named Webby. Her and the lab tech decided it was a dumb name and should be changed. Her name is Trisha now. She was also given a stuffed Kung Fu Panda doll by the nurse. He was allowed to keep his name. She also informed Shawn that he would be sleeping on the couch because she was sleeping with me in our bed. She did end up with us, Shawn didn't end up on the couch but the only one that got any sleep last night was Hannah.

I kept her home from school today so I could keep an eye on her. These children. I just don't know if I will make it through their childhoods in one piece.

Obama Tax Calculator Widget

Funny Turtles

Since Miss Fate is a wild girl I try and hold her often to get her used to being handled. When she is larger I want to be able to handle her without her razor claws ripping my hand open. Crazy I know.
Anyway, I took her out a bit ago to play with her. The second I removed her from the aquarium Turts started swimming around looking behind trees, nosing all the hiding places looking for his girl.
The entire time I was playing with her he was having a panic attack. The second I put her back in her swam up to her, put his face right against hers and pawed her pack. Soooo cute! I am so glad I rescued her. He is definitely smitten!

We got spirit yes we do, we got spirit how 'bout you? Nope not so much

When I was a young pup I lived for cheerleading (and dance but that can be its own post and is quite irrelevant for this topic). Recently my family and I attended our towns Homecoming game. Immediately I looked for the cheerleaders. They are my favorite part of any game or sport from football to wrestling. I getting caught up in the memories of my own rah rahs, high kicks, pyramids and the pure rush of adrenaline. I didn't see any cheerleaders. What? How can that be? All I saw was a cheesy tiger mascot who was trying rather unsuccessfully to rally the crowd. Booo! Give me the short skirts and pony tails!

I started asking around. Does BP have a cheer squad? Nope, we haven't had one in any ones recent memory. Not for at least 10 years or so. How in the hell can that be? Does our school, our town not have any spirit? The opposing team had a whole squad of bouncing, yelling, clapping , pom pom shaking spirit makers. Ooooh I was on a mission.

It has always been my dream my daughters would become cheerleaders when they hit middle school and compete when they were in high school. No such luck unless I do something. So I plan to do something. I have been drafting a letter to the Superintendent of our schools. I plan to offer to organize, fund raise and coach our town into some team spirit.

A school with no cheer squad is like cereal with no milk, Ren with no Stimpy, cable without Tivo, peanut butter without jelly...you get the idea.

Soon I hope our town can reply HELL YES WE DO!!

SNL Palin Rap

one two three
My name is Sarah Palin you all know me,
Vice president nominee of the GOP
Gonna need your vote in the next election
Can I get a “what what” from the senior section
McCain got experience, McCain got style
But don’t let him freak you out when he tries to smile
Cause that smile be creepy
But when I be vp
All the leaders in the world gonna finally meet me
How’s it go Eskimo
Eskimos
Tell me what you know Eskimo
Eskimos
How you feel Eskimo
Ice cold
Tell me tell me what you feel Eskimo
Super cold
I’m Jeremiah Wright cause tonight I’m the preacha’
I got a bookish look and you’re all hot for teacha’
Todd lookin fine on his snow machine
So hot, boy gonna need a go-between
In Wasilla we just chill baby chilla
But when I see oil, let’s drill baby drill
My country tis of thee
From my porch I can see
Russia and such
All the mavericks in the house put your hands up
All the mavericks in the house put your hands up
All the plumbers in the house pull your pants up
All the plumbers in the house pull your pants up
When I say ‘Obama’ you say ‘Ayers’
Obama. Ayers.
Obama. Ayers.
I built me a bridge - it ain’t goin’ nowhere.
Ohhh
McCain, Palin, gonna put the nail in the coffin
Of the media elite
She likes red meat
Shoot a mull humpin’ moose, eight days of the week [gunshots]
Now ya dead, now ya dead
Cause I’m an animal, and I’m bigger than you
Holdin a shotgun walk in the pub
Everybody party, we’re goin on a hunt
la la la la la la la la [gunshots]
Yo Palin, I’m out!

A few thoughts on Faith

Last night while I was driving home from dropping my Dad at the airport I was sucked into a deep conversation within my own brain. A conversation with the 8 year old me and the 33 year old me. We debated how differently my life might have turned out had my parents stayed together all those years ago. If my Dad could have just had some control over the crippling PTSD brought on from memories of Vietnam.

He is a rock now. Controlled, wonderful, full of advice and love. Not so much back then. For reasons unknown to me, although he was still involved in my life after the divorce he wasn't central in it. I saw him often, then occasionally, then less and less, then not for years at a time. Bitter divorce, distance and an aging daughter are probably the culprits there.

My Mother was exhausted when it came to raising us. I am sure she did her best and to this day I adore my Mother but I have to be honest, it was half assed at best. We all ran over her like she was a rug. 4 out of 5 children didn't graduate high school. I had a baby at 16. She clung to my sister until she decided to grow wings and move out at the age of 23. Mom was lonely, tired and spineless when it came to rearing 5 children.

I wonder how differently things may have turned out for any one of us had they remained together. I know I would have never been allowed to run around the town like a hoodlum, nor have sex, nor give up on high school. My Dad would have never heard of it. I have grown up and made it okay. I have some college education and a shit pile of life education. I made it out okay. I was not doomed to be a welfare Mom like so many teenage mothers are.

I still have to ponder though, how would it have been different? The 8 year old me has some ideas of her own. The 33 year old me isn't so sure.

Hello Blogger!

Now that I am here I guess it is time to say hello. Update this thing a bit. I haven't posted anything at AOL in a looooooong time!

So, Hello Blogger! I really hope I can figure this out.

Now on to things......

My Dad is visiting here from Washington. He is planning to move out here to be closer to the grandkids. We spent this week looking at TONS of homes. Finally made an offer last night. I really hope everything works out!

2 weeks ago my princess turned 9. I swear they HAVE to stop growing. I miss the baby stages. The cute cuddly need Mommy stage. Now all she needs is Mommy to drive her around and buy groceries!

That's about it for now. I will get back into the swing of things soon and write something really worth reading. Promise!

Introducing.....

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Meet the newest member of our family!!
Little Miss Fate was rescued from the road today and joins Turts the Turtle, Quick and Silver the Shiner fish, Goldie and Hawn the goldfish and the RatPack of Guppies in the aquarium.
We couldn't be happier adding this sweet baby girl to our family! :)
EDIT~ I forgot to add in Hoover the sucker fish. He let me know I forgot to mention him and threatened to pack his bags and shack up with Cat's fish Blue.

One Year

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Looking back through my old blog I find chunks of my life. Things I am glad that I wrote about. Small snippets in time, memories. There is one thing that I didn't write about that I wish I would have. One memory I don't want to lose. That event happened one year ago today.
At 6:05 pm August 1, 2007 the St. Anthony Falls bridge over 35 W in Minneapolis fell into the river below. 13 people lost their lives. Families were ripped apart and some people's lives will never be the same.
Watching the news coverage this week has really taken me back to that evening that was as normal as any other. We ate dinner, Shawn was still in the kitchen when I turned on the news. Holy shit, come look at this! A bridge collapsed. This can't be right. A bridge collapsed.
We watched in horror. Certain for the first few hours that someone had to have blown one end of the bridge up to make it come down the way it did. They had to have. Bridges don't fall down. They just don't. Oh, but the do.
As the coverage rolled in I saw a white car with a sun roof in the wreckage. It appeared to me to look like Cat's car. She had just bought it. I had no real memory of what it looked like. It was white with a sun roof. I tried to call. Of course there was no signal. Everyone in Minnesota and beyond was trying to reach their loved ones to make sure they were ok. Finally got a text through. She missed seeing the collapse by minutres. She was safe. Pure relief.
The calls came in to our house by the dozens. Not only from Minnesota friends but from people all over. Was Shawn working on the bridge? Is he ok? How do you think this happened?
We watched raw footage of victims being pulled off the bridge and out of the water. One of my most poignant memories of a victim was a large man bloodied, dirty and in obvious pain. Civilians were helping him off the bridge as firefighters, police officers and paramedics just ran past. I remember askking over and over why no one was helping him. Why didn't a paramedic stop and make sure he was ok? I had no idea of the magnatude of this disaster. Not yet anyway. It turns out the victim I was so worried about was a UPS delivery man. The media covered his story a few days later. He was badly injured but would be alright.
Another victim I focused on early in the disaster coverage turned out to be covered by national media for several days after. Hers was the little red car that had a pickup land on top of it. Melissa somebody. She too was fine.
So many others were not and in some ways it is a miracle so many were ok. All the construction workers that rode the bridge down in to the river. Surely nearly all of them perished. Thankfully no. Only one construction worker died. How did that happen?
There are so many memories from that day. The Tastee Bread truck that was burning. That one was especially hard to watch knowing the driver was in the truck, unable to escape. We had lost Scott only a year and a half before. The school bus that I thought had to be empty at first. It wasn't. 60+ kids lived through the horror around them and according to the news, most still aren't ok. I wonder if they ever will be?
Then there were the heroes. Every day people like you and I. Unfortunate enough to be caught up in construction on that fateful day. Men and women who didn't think, just did, to save so many lives that rush hour.
On the one year anniversary the emotions come rushing back. Disbelief, horror, worry, sadness, anger. People say they will never forget 9/11 and that is true. I won't, but I will never forget 8/1 either.
Artemio Trinidad-Mena
Christina Sacorafas
Greg Jolstad was the construction worker that perished that day.
Julia Blackhawk
Patrick Holmes
Paul Eickstadt
Peter Hausmann
Richard Chit died with his Mother Vera Peck
Sadiya Sahal was pregnant. Her 2 year old daughter Hana was also lost.
Scott Sathers
Sherry Engebretsens family appeared on all the news networks asking people to pray for her. Her two daughters made the Dean's list last year.
Vera Peck
As I have been sitting here watching the coverage I had a few more thoughts I wanted to add.
I remember going to a Twins game a few days after the collapse. Everywhere therr was 35 W logos. On the players, in the stands, on the walls. When the game let out we went down to Gold Medal park to take a look at the bridge up close. It was as if time had suspended. The cars were all still there in the same places they landed. In the water and on the bridge. At that point all the bodies hadn't been recovered and I remember the eerie feeling that came over me as I stared into the water and realized their were bodies under there just waiting to be recovered.
I also recall early on calling my boys who were in Wyoming at my brothers and telling them to turn on CNN. They both had so many questions. Hannah was afraid for months after the collapse of driving over bridges.
Also Cat came over that evening when the Twins game let out. It was so nice to have her here and know that she was safe. We watched for hours saying little, what was there to say?

Next stop....The World Series!

A HUGE CONGRATS to the BP Pirates minor league baseball team!! Minor League champions for the 2008 season!!
Way to go Matthew and the rest of the team! I am so proud of you boys!!

Woot woot!!

Woot!

It's bbq days people!! Let the party begin! Woot Woot!

Are we there yet?

3 pounds of sugar, some water and my kitchen floor = 1 pissed off Mom and 3 kids banished to their rooms

76 more days until school starts!

Obama clinches the nomination...

A few observations about the rally here in St. Paul tonight.
Let me make it clear in case there was any doubt. I am not an Obama supporter. I am really torn who to throw my vote behind in November as of this exact moment. Having said that....
Barack could have told his supporters at the rally that he eats kittens every morning for breakfast and the crowd would have roared like it was the most brilliant thing anyone has ever said. What is up with that? Did any one in the building hear what he said? He made a whole big speach about how the black are oppressed, how brilliant Hillary Clinton is (amen!!) and all the things he won't do in office. What about what he will do? For once I would love to hear him go in to depth about what he plans to do. He doesn't plan in being in Iraq for a hundred years. How long does he plan to be there? He plans on universal health care. How? How is he going to fund it? I for one could care less what he isn't going to do. I want more from him than big talk and a roaring crowd. I hope I get that in time to make my decision in November. The way it is looking now I am voting Ron Paul. Is he even still running? Maybe I will just write in Hillary!

The Beauty of Today

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There is beauty everywhere you look if you are open to looking beyond yourself and allowing the beauty to overcome you.
There is beauty in a tree that has just weathered a long cold winter and has exploded like a bomb, leaving small dainty flowers in the aftermath.

There is beauty in two hearts, side by side, touching, as if they were one.

There is beauty in a daisy, so delicate yet so strong.

There is beauty in a new flower bursting open, ready for its shot at life and its moment to bask in the sun.

There is beauty in an old tractor, discarded for the winter, patiently awaiting warm days so it can serve the children with its cool relief and await their delighted squeals of joy.

There is beauty in the lilac bloom so fragrantly sweet and the hand that lovingly cares for them.

There is beauty in an old bench with so much history and sentiment that its owners could never bring themselves to discard of it.

There is beauty in a dog so old and gray. A dog so loved that the mere thought of this old dogs life ending springs forth tears in the eyes of those who love him.

There is beauty in a dandelion that rests against a fence.

There is beauty in the memory of a childhood full of monkey faces.

There is beauty in a bird catching its breakfast and the sweet song it sings as it flies away.

There is beauty in a bugs eye view of a dandelion field as well as crawling on your belly in the warm, sweet smelling grass to get the bugs eye view.

There is beauty in the clear, cloudless blue sky and having nothing more important to do than to daydream about the future, the past and the beauty of today.

One sick puppy

This has been an expensive day to say the least. Ugh.
Sky went to let Clara outside to play with us this morning and came out and said Clara's whole neck was wet and she was shaking really bad. I immediately freaked out and went to check on her. When I got down there she wouldn't even lift her head up. She was shaking but wagging her tail. I coaxed her up off her bed and tried to look at her neck. All I could see was puss so I took her collar off to get a closer look. That's when I was hit by the smell that almost made me pass out. O-M-G! It was horrible.
I tried to get her to go outside with me but she was having none of it. I knew I had to get the crap cleaned off her neck though so I could get a look at it. After what seemed like forever I got her up the stairs and out the door. I tried to spray her off with the hose but she flipped out when the water hit her neck which is odd because she absolutely loves prancing through the sprinkler. I got a bit of it off and looked at her neck which was red and a bit bloody. Scared the poop out of me. I tied calling Shawn a few times to no avail. ARRRRRR!! Why have a cell? Really? I left a panicked message for him to call me back that something was really wrong with his dog. He finally called me back and after a bit I decided to just wait until he got home to look at her before we decided to take her to the vet. She basically laid around and moped the whole day. He got home and looked at her. I said I want to take her in. He agreed which is not normal for him. He never wants to spend the money. Thank goodness he agreed.
The vet looked at her for all of 2 seconds before she diagnosed her. She said Clara has something called a hot spot which double coated dogs get when their fur gets wet and there collar rubs on it causing water to get under the skin and cause infection. The sores were everywhere, they were really big and they all burst. That caused the odor and the 105 degree fever she was sporting. They sedated her, shaved her and cleaned her up. Gave her some antibiotics and pain meds.
Poor little shit has been sleeping since we got her home. She won't even lift her head to look at me, just thumps her tail and nuzzles into me. She is loving all the attention. I can't wait until she is back to normal so I can stop being so panic stricken.
Oh and the cost for this little scare....$300 big ones. 2 days before we leave for Wyoming.

Big freakin’ whine

It's my blog and I'll whine if I want to.
I am sooooo sick of Shawn's job. I have lost track of time. I have no earthly idea how long he has been there. 4 weeks? 5 weeks? I can't remember. Way to long. I am really tired of having no adult interaction. I think it's making me crazy. I talk to my cat and my turtle like they are human. I am tired of being quiet and trying to keep the kids quiet. I am sick of cleaning just to go behind the kids and clean again. NO ONE picks up after themselves. Why this is driving me nuts now is because at least Shawn used to keep the kids in line while I cleaned so it wasn't a vicious cycle of cleaning all day long.
I am tired of being a single parent. I am just not cut out for it. I don't know how single parents juggle cleaning, cooking, entertaining kids, homework, and all that jazz alone. PLUS work. Thank goodness I was able to take a leave from one job and quit the other. I couldn't do all this and work too. I give some serious kudos to single parents.
Don't get my wrong I am really appreciative that Shawn is willing to work 12 hours a day, drive for 3 1/2 hours a day, sleep for 7 hours a day and spend an hour with us every day. We are blessed that he is able to have this job but damn it is getting really old.
A few good things though because I always like to be thankful after being so negative. My Mom had her second knee replacement surgery this morning. All went well and when I talked to her tonight she said she wasn't in any pain. Morphine anyone? She is so looking forward to not living her life in constant pain and promised Hannah she would walk her to Uncle Kevin and Aunt Traci's house when we are there in April. She hasn't been able to walk any length for quite some time so this is very exciting for her.
I ordered my new furniture Saturday. A beautiful leather sectional with matching coffee table/ottoman. It should be here in about 3 weeks! Yay!
Oh a bit of sad news, just a bit. I have become sickly addicted to an eagle cam out of Norfolk. The nest looked very promising this year with the female laying 3 eggs. She was chased out of her nest about a week after she laid the third egg by another female. The bitch stole her man too. Of course the eggs are no longer viable and the female has been MIA since Thursday's heated battle for the male. Nature is odd.
That's my whine. I feel better. Thanks.

November?

Is it just me or is anyone else ready for November?
I fancy myself a knowledgeable person. Someone who follows politics if not closely than avidly, but I have had it with all the political talk. Everywhere you turn there it is.
My favorite show "The View" has always had a degree of political talk to it but lately it is insane. Hot topics has always been my favorite part. I love the discussion. Now it is one blow hole spewing her insane thoughts against 3 intelligent mature women who are so frustrated they end up sounding like idiots.
Turn on the news, there it is. Late night talk shows, there it is. E! there it is. My favorite blogs on the www, there it is. Can we get a break?
It is no secret to anyone that I am a die hard democrat. That surprises a lot of people, but hey take a look at the republicans who have been in the office since I have been old enough to pay attention. First we had Bush number 1. Total idiot. Stuck us in a war we shouldn't have been in, made a lot of already rich oil men even richer. Killed the economy. The list goes on. Bush number 2 and I mean number 2 as in ca-ca, crap, shit. We are in the midst of another war we shouldn't be in because his Daddy's friends didn't get rich enough, it is his job to help them out. He has killed our economy. DEAD. We have very few allies left, our dollar is worth next to nothing. The list goes on.
Back to being a democrat. I have had it with them as well. Standing on their pedestal shouting change, change, change. Can they actually do it? Can they get us out of Iraq? Can they turn the economy around? Can they make us a super power again? Can they fix the mess that 8 years of 2 and his flunkies have made?
God I hope so. But can they do it a bit more quietly please?

Redo

I had such high hoped for 2008. It had to be better than last year. Right? Right? Well a whole month in it just doesn't seem to be.
The kids, Shawn and I have been passing around illness after illness. I may just have to buy stock in Lysol. It's seriously insane. Matthew spent the entire week home from school this past week. He has always been so healthy. Germs! Ugh. I still have a lingering cough, now Hannah seems to be coming down with something. I can't wait for spring.
With all this illness and lack of energy I feel like a crappy parent. It's hard to give your all to the kids when you feel like you are barely alive. Then Ed is on a roll again. He had a shitty childhood. My fault. I am tired of feeling guilty about it. I did what I could. He wasn't neglected or abused. He wasn't raised in poverty. He has 2 parents that love him and try their best. I really just can't worry about it anymore. I am tired of having a heartache about it.
My personal life is in the tubes. Really. It is just more than I can handle. I have been on the verge of tears for days. If someone looks at me wrong it's going to be my downfall. I am just a pathetic mess. But enough whining.
I am blessed. I have fabulous kids, terrific, wonderful, amazing, intelligent little beings whom are the source of everything good that has ever happened in my life. I have a husband whom although we have our differences, is amazing. He works hard to take care of all of us and I need to stop noticing the small things and focus on the important things. I have awesome siblings. I mean really awesome. I love them beyond belief, even when we have our differences. I love my parents. I have a lot of great people in my life. Forget about our colds and stuff, we are all healthy. We have enough of the things we need.
Yep, I am blessed. The rest is a bump in the road.

Redo

I had such high hoped for 2008. It had to be better than last year. Right? Right? Well a whole month in it just doesn't seem to be.
The kids, Shawn and I have been passing around illness after illness. I may just have to buy stock in Lysol. It's seriously insane. Matthew spent the entire week home from school this past week. He has always been so healthy. Germs! Ugh. I still have a lingering cough, now Hannah seems to be coming down with something. I can't wait for spring.
With all this illness and lack of energy I feel like a crappy parent. It's hard to give your all to the kids when you feel like you are barely alive. Then Ed is on a roll again. He had a shitty childhood. My fault. I am tired of feeling guilty about it. I did what I could. He wasn't neglected or abused. He wasn't raised in poverty. He has 2 parents that love him and try their best. I really just can't worry about it anymore. I am tired of having a heartache about it.
My personal life is in the tubes. Really. It is just more than I can handle. I have been on the verge of tears for days. If someone looks at me wrong it's going to be my downfall. I am just a pathetic mess. But enough whining.
I am blessed. I have fabulous kids, terrific, wonderful, amazing, intelligent little beings whom are the source of everything good that has ever happened in my life. I have a husband whom although we have our differences, is amazing. He works hard to take care of all of us and I need to stop noticing the small things and focus on the important things. I have awesome siblings. I mean really awesome. I love them beyond belief, even when we have our differences. I love my parents. I have a lot of great people in my life. Forget about our colds and stuff, we are all healthy. We have enough of the things we need.
Yep, I am blessed. The rest is a bump in the road.