Friday, February 27, 2009
And blogging even if you don't have any clue what to blog about.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I learned last week from a, um......... Slimey progressive that the term "Liberal" was out of date, something of the past, and that "Slimey Progressive" was the politicaly correct way to say it now.
To: All liberals "slimey progressives"
We have stuck together since the late 1950's, but the whole of this latest election process has made me realize that I want a divorce. I know we tolerated each other for many years for the sake of future generations, but sadly, this relationship has run its course.
Our two ideological sides of America cannot, and will not ever agree on what is right, so let's just end it on friendly terms. We can smile, chalk it up to irreconcilable differences, and go our own way.
Here is a model separation agreement:
Our two groups can equitably divide up the country by landmass each taking a portion. That will be the difficult part, but I am sure our two sides can come to a friendly agreement. After that it should be relatively easy! Our respective representatives can effortlessly divide other assets since both sides have such distinct and disparate tastes.
We don't like re distributive taxes so you can keep them. You are welcome to the liberal judges and the ACLU. Since you hate guns and war, we'll take our firearms, the cops, the NRA, and the military. You can keep Oprah, Michael Moore, and Rosie O'Donnell (You are, however, responsible for finding a bio-diesel vehicle big enough to move all three of them)
We'll keep the capitalism, greedy corporations, pharmaceutical companies, Wal-Mart, and Wall Street. You can have your beloved homeless, homeboys, hippies, and illegal aliens. We'll keep the hot Alaskan hockey moms, greedy CEO's, and rednecks. We'll keep the bibles and give you NBC and Hollywood. You can make nice with Iran and Palestine and we'll retain the right to invade and hammer places that threaten us. You can have the peaceniks, and war protesters. When our allies or our way of life are under assault, we'll help provide them security.
We'll keep our Judeo-Christian values.. You are welcome to Islam, Scientology, Humanism, and Shirley McClain. You can also have the U.N. But we will no longer be paying the bill.
We'll keep the SUVs, pickup trucks, and oversized luxury cars. You can take every Subaru station wagon you can find.
You can give everyone health care, if you can find any practicing doctors. We'll continue to believe health care is an individual's responsibility and not a right. We'll keep The Battle Hymn of the Republic and the National Anthem. I'm sure you'll be happy to substitute "Imagine", "I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing", "Kum Ba Ya", or "We Are the World". We'll practice trickle-down economics, and you can give trickle-up poverty your best shot.
Since it often so offends you we'll keep our history, our name, and our flag.
Would you agree to this? If so please pass it along to other like minded liberal and conservative patriots, and if you do not agree, just hit delete. In the spirit of friendly parting, I'll bet you ANWAR which one of us will need whose help in 15 years.
P.S. Also, please take Barbra Streisand
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I've debated all morning whether or not to do this. But as I watched this little clip again and again it finally occurred to me that Braden already had figured out what would happen. Listen closely to what Braden says after I make the comment that this is for posterity, really.
He says "a. k. a. your blog." I guess I'd better not make a liar of him. Oh, how he knows me so well. Amazing what kids can learn in a mere 12 years.
Now, having said that: Don't you all wish you had such a talented husband. It's not many people who can pick up a cane and begin dancing and have it look so....... well, um....... hmmmm........you decide. I just know that I am lucky! I'm not sure why, but I am!
Monday, February 23, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Well........Maybe I can believe it, but I'm still appalled(I spell checked it and it says that it's spelled right)
Last night I was up most of the night with one child who decided to go to sleep at 5:30 P.M. and would not wake up no matter what I did with him. (Uh huh, the three year old.) and I was up with the baby who is experiencing her first cold. poor little thing. then I had to get up early because, though I had read and re read the lesson I had to give in R.S. today I hadn't sat down and actually prepared it. So, I'm tired. It's 9:30 P.M. all the kids are finally down and I thought, well, I'm just going to brush my teeth lay down and probably zonk. But, before I make it to the bathroom The three year old looks up at me with a look of slight fear and guilt as he says "Uh Mom, I pead." (He has been my hardest kid to potty train) "And the couch is wet" So after taking care of that problem. I head, once again to the bathroom a little more tired and flustered then before.
I'm guessing that because of just dealing with Chance and that whole episode it must have tainted my next moves. I went into the bathroom sifted through the toothbrushes picked up one put toothpaste on and proceeded to brush my teeth. I finished up, put the tooth brush away and picked up the dental floss. That's when it hit me. I had just brushed my teeth with the wrong toothbrush. (Yes, to me that is appalling) I'm usually accompanied by uh... the three year old when I go to brush my teeth and have to find his tooth brush first and help him well, he was in on the chair by the wet couch. Having fallen to sleep while watching me clean up the couch. Sigh.... I think I'll go to bed.
Even the fifteen minute nap I got earlier today was interupted by a sweet little voice whispering "Mom, Mom,"(and then much more urgently)MOM! can you help me?
I'll never understand why someone whispers at you when your asleep. It does the exact same thing that yelling at the top of your voice would do....That is wakes you up.
Ahhh the life of a mother.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Note the holster and gun. The dogs um.... riding in Caib's saddle bag? My favorite part of this is the smile on the little guys face. What great brothers. My least favorite part is the hay leaves that end up in boots, pockets, hair, etc. But, note that it is still a favorite. And, thanks to shop vacs it's really not bad, at all, to deal with.
And Grandma, notice that they're coatless. That's because of the wonderful weather that we're having.