Sunday, August 31, 2008

Random thoughts for August...

Prayers and thought to all the people trying to evacuate New Orleans in time.

I'd like to extend my sympathy to my southern still fried friends as cool summer breezes tickle my neck. Payback is a bitch though when we're under three feet of snow in January.

After spending the month with an unemployed, activity free teenager and bored four year old I can't help lament the injustice that they still get to grow up and older while I just get to grow old.

Maybe next time Focus on Family asks God for a favor like rain on Obama they should check their dates, God probably still operates on the pre-Gregorian calendar.

For the second time in my life, disregarding two summer pregnancies, I'm ending the summer heavier than I began. How did this weird seasonal weight gain switch happen? This September there won't be a new gym membership to get me going, but maybe I can rekindle the romance with the weight room if I shower first.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Romney after all?

I have to say after reading about Palin nonstop for 24 hours or so it seems unlikely she'll last until her formal nomination. Maybe the Dems should just shut up and let it go for now or they'll be back to risking Romney in the VP slot. Personally even I could feasibly vote for McCain if he'd gone with Hutchison. The most outrageous moment in the last day? Palin's alleged lie regarding the "bridge to nowhere" during her introductory speech. Seems not only was she for it before she was against it, but only rejected it because the federal government wasn't offering Alaska enough money. Hardly the stuff "thanks, but no thanks" insinuated. And Alaska kept the tax payer's money, Palin just didn't use it for the bridge. Next outrage, these godawful rumors about the true mother of her newborn son. Even if such a thing were true the utter lack of proof should've been enough to squash it. The fourth is a tie. She's not sure what a VP does all day and doesn't follow the Iraq war. She better have a learning curve right out of The Matrix. Opinions may clash regarding the experience of Obama and Palin (she ran a town smaller than most school districts and left it financially crushed, allegedly) but one thing Obama is not is uninformed. He also earned his nomination from a hard fought election. When it's said and done I hope to eat my words and gleefully watch Ms. Palin accept the nomination of vice president of the United States. I'm considering going back to state university, entering a beauty pageant and running the PTA, it might be nice to run the USA in 10 years or so.
This guy/gal says it all.

Friday, August 29, 2008

Palin for PTA,er, President?

She seems nice enough and has the requisite gorgeous family, but VP? I'm not sure how she made governor of Alaska,much less possible President. I'm sure all of us, including Kay Hutchison Bailey who claims to know little about her, will be well informed over the next few days. It's sweet she's anti-gay rights but has 'gay friends'. I always wonder who these gay buddies are when people say this stuff. Does anyone else know they're gay but their anti-gay BFF? If McCain the Maverick really wanted to blow us away, he should've gone with a homosexual. Nope, not naming names.
Does anyone else think of Hillary (among many other more experienced Washington women) as the loyal wife, putting the husband (Washington) through school, raising the children, growing old, weary and wise then getting tossed out by hubby for the hot, young, new office executive?

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

A Feminist Lesbian...

even Pat Buchanan could love. She's cool, witty, pretty, unpretentious Rachel Maddow. Cool as in telling Pat (gays have no place in his America) Buchanan she went with the Clintons because they offered an America that wants her in it. Witty in that she did it in her succinct way that left Buchanan speechless. Pretty as a picture of an attractive woman minus big hair and overdone makeup. Thank heavens, for a while there she was going the bright blush/over plucked brow route but seems to have found a style that works. Unpretentious as in she's so obviously, charmingly still finding her way around her new status as gay media darling. Is Rachel Maddow the contemporary face of tomboy lesbians with fierce, liberal, feminist agendas? If she is it's without any of the post feminist movement's residual rancor, outrage, sense of entitlement and smug superiority towards women in more conventional roles, republicans and religious folk. Maybe someone could ask Mr. Buchanan how she could possibly harm America.

Photo credit: Lauren Victoria Burke

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Homecoming :)

What do you miss most about the good ole USA when "visiting" Iraq? Why BBQ of course ! Welcome home Mike. We missed ya :)

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Bob Hope's best line?

YouTube - Best Bob Hope movie line

I don't know, I've seen a lot of Bob Hope movies and found a whole lot of lines funnier than this one. It's a fave among conservatives of course, but I have to feel a bit bad for anyone that thinks this is the epitome of funny, or maybe envious of all the great lines they obviously haven't discovered yet. Anyhoo, that said this currently staunch Democrat (at least until Bush/Cheney is outta there. I used to be more this YouTube - Richard Jeni - Political Parties party) is hoping for a little voodoo on both sides of the aisle, at least enough to ward off the absolute evil that has gone on between opposing parties. Heaven knows this little roost has seen it's share of overheated political arguments. My line was drawn against Iraq since one of my favorite nephews was already in the National Guard. He's been home safe in MN :knocking on wood: almost a month now from Iraq and :waiting patiently: is on his way to visit his old NY auntie any time now. I'm still anti-Iraq war, but I've managed to quell the absolute visceral hatred I'd been feeling for the current administration ( I know, I know, welcome to the conservatives versus Clinton world or hello pot, meet kettle). It's a process, and while it's highly unlikely Obama or McCain is the cure-all, I do know it might be nice to remember the immortal words of Rodney King. Or Martin Luther King. How about the teachings of "if he lived today he'd be a liberal, conservative, fundamentalist, who supports Bush,Clinton,McCain,Obama" Christ the King? Or we can settle for the words of Elvis, can we all just bond over Elvis?

Regis Roost

I don't know why, but my Trekkie geek side finds this way cool dude.

Regis Roost - BattleTechWiki - Classic BattleTech Wiki

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Beach Pics

1,237 of these

for 10 of these

:sigh: I wonder how I can arrange 1,237 frames.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

New York Timely Book Review

Reviews with moms in mind.

I managed to read two books this week. The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls and Twilight by Stephenie Myer.
The Glass Castle is a quick, short, shocker. Imagine Angela's Ashes if McCourt had ADD. She manages to give the reader a quick tour of her unconventional, poverty stricken upbringing. If you want to read about someone who grew up rougher than you did, or if you could envision the worst childhood ever and still give it some competition, this one's for you. Walls sprinkles some childhood magic with extreme dysfunction and somehow comes out alive and well. This reader was left hoping her little sister Maureen writes her side of the Walls family saga.

Why a mom should read it? It's a great parenting style gauge, if you end up identifying with the mother than you should probably just leave your children on the nearest church doorstep.

Twilight is geared toward the young adult but has found a following from all ages. I found myself reading out loud to my four year old but only because we were on vacation and our one Curious George reader lost it's punch after a day. Need I say she's hooked so don't ask to borrow, I'm saving my copy. My first impression after hearing so much about this intoxicating bit of vampire lore was, dang, this book is big and I have the attention span of a gnat lately. But no fear ! The vampires are hot and the font is large. Smooth read, she's got a heck of an imagination. Something creepy as hell about a 100 year old guy seducing a 17 year old girl, but I don't think you're supposed to connect those particular dots. Bella's a shell of a gal until Lestat, er, I mean Edward touches her with his cold, hard, bony, (now, now) hand and exposes (now, now) a world far beyond what she's ever dreamed possible. OK, face it, he's hot. In a Paris Hilton way, not a warm blooded creature way. I'm still debating pursuing the other three books, I have to admit I couldn't wait for it to be over. But I'm 40 and the only thing sucking the life out of me, oh, well, let's not go there.

Why a mom should read it? Because thanks to Meyer your 13 and up fruit of your womb is probably dreaming of that sun starved, pasty faced geek in the basement next door bending her to his will. And you might want to understand the sudden interest.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Today's PC moment

The premiere of Tropic Thunder was heavily protested by groups representing our mentally disabled citizens. From where I sit this includes the majority of us but I digress. Now this in itself certainly qualifies as righteous indignation. After all if a major movie is going to toss around insults then they deserve their free publicity, er, protesters. The main peeve is the use of the word retarded. It seems it was mentioned seven times in the movie, the "N" word however was only mentioned once, so I guess maybe we'll see some "N" word dubbing to appease our cerebrally challenged masses. Or whatever. Well anyway all this would be quite understandable except for one tiny, itsy, bitsy, teeny, weeny, little fact.
Somehow I find the organizers of this protest using obviously disabled people waving signs that read "ARC" to make their point a tad more offensive than some politically incorrect comedy. I have to wonder if they told their charges ARC is the acronym for Association of Retarded Citizens while convincing them of the massive damage one vocabulary word can wreak on an impressionable psyche. Yea, yea, I know, no one says that anymore, yet ask anyone what ARC stands for and they'll tell you "Association for Retarded Citizens", except maybe the people actually holding those signs. Gee, wonder what happens when a gutsy kid, proudly wearing his ARC Tshirt, tells a witless bully he shouldn't say retarded? Talk about tough love folks. I mean really, who's running the marketing department over there nowadays? On a bright note they've obviously come a long way mainstreaming their staff.


No not the Canon Rebel, nor the Nikon D40, what I have is the Olympus E-volt 510. I'm the rebel, went against the majority, the black sheep, the maverick. Threw caution to the wind and revolted against mass market consumerism ! OK, I was cheap. Got two lenses and live view. The one time the live view would've helped I forgot about it. Well anyway it's a fun camera, fun of course meaning the auto sucks, getting a good pic takes works, so my husband will barely touch it. My son's game so I at least still get pics of myself with my daughter now and then. While I realize five people read this blog I'd still be interested in hearing from fellow Olympians :) There now, the title makes me feel better.

Sunday, August 10, 2008


I realized there's no pic of Ruby, Rube, Rubella, Rooooby roooooooo, and the myriad names she completely ignores around here. And since she just ran off right before we're about to be hit by thunderstorms, I suppose now's a good time to get her in here while she's still officially our dog.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Pasta for fools

So it's a gorgeous 85 degree, breezy summer day, the AC is off to conserve energy dollars and the living is slow. The kids have this wicked sense of entitlement when it comes to dinner so can't avoid that hook. What does one make on a warm, lazy, fan cooled day? Why a hot, steaming, cheesy bowl of pasta e fagioli of course ! Also known as pasta fazool and yep, pasta for fools around here. I knew I was on the right track when my son responded with "really?! you haven't made that in ages" Read: you've been depriving me of a major food group. So here's today's version since I'm short on the usual prosciutto or pepperoni I like to stick in there.
Rather than the usual cannellini beans I found just one can of small white beans and lots of red kidney. Just saute those onions and garlic, drop a couple of cans of beans in there, add a can of crushed red tomatoes, chicken stock (or water and bouillon like I just did), carrots (baby here) and season to taste. Red pepper flakes are awesome sauteed with the garlic and onions, but I have a 4 year old so no fun there. I know, I know, what about dried beans ! or a real carrot ! Well you go to the soup pot with the ingredients you have, not the ingredients you wish you have. So simmer that pot for almost an hour (well the carrots can take a while) add water as needed, taste, taste, taste, and then get that pasta in there when there's about 10 minutes to go. You could keep the pasta separate but adding extra stock the next day to the goo is half the fun. If you do cook the pasta separate the water makes a nice starchy base too. Well that's it, my ad hoc summer day, um, heavy soup. Don't forget the parmesan, crusty bread and salad or you're basically feeding the fam hot starch.
Next heat wave I'll tempt the kids with another childhood favorite, Pasta E Piselli. Just look that one up, I won't ruin the recipe for you like I did with the fagioli.

Friday, August 8, 2008


We all have them. Especially for our children, we say we just want them to be good people or happy or even settle for self supporting. I give birth to future Presidents and now I'm thrilled if they pass social studies, can name all 50 states or can recognize the color of the White House. It's a given our expectations rise and fall with report cards, behavior, test grades, potty training. Straight A's and it's "Harvard's site looks interesting, sweetie, let mommy show you Boston on a map". Miss the toilet a few too many times and we start to wonder if leaving a larger inheritance is in order. But a parent's expectations can't compete with the bar set for them by their little drill sergeants.
Children expect the world of us. Add in an extra galaxy and a parent might make a dent in living up to their standards. If our kids don't live up to our expectations we take the blame for our shortcomings in rearing them and smugly think we've raised the wisest children for finding their own way. When we don't live up to their expectations they spend a lifetime musing how they could've been a major leaguer if only dad had played catch with them once more. Or would've aced their SAT's if only mom had worked 3 jobs and sent them to private school. If you cooked dinner every night they were deprived of all the fast food fun their friends got to eat. If you didn't cook enough they blame you if they can't kick their Big Mac habit. If a decent parent did things right the reward is their 30 year old reminding them every Thanksgiving about the time mom threw his comics away for not cleaning his room; or the prom dress that made her feel like a third grader. If a parent totally screws it up Thanksgiving is a solo dinner in a diner and, if they're lucky, an email or voicemail message. Our children consider us almighty parents, not people, we're destined to fail the minute we hold that baby in our arms for the first time. That's the point, to raise people better than we are so that they might judge us and find us wanting. The only goal is to fail without setting the future adult up for years of trashing us in therapy. Rare and blessed are the parents that hear "it's OK mom and dad, you're only human".

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Photo Magic

Thanks to my goto gal for photo editing,CA Girl in 10-OC, Ky looks even better, so does the butterfly, probably didn't appreciate being left out of auto focus. Dianne, you got mad skills girl !

Looks like my 4 year old isn't the only one impressed by a butterfly.

We visited the barn. What do you think 10 OC, can we pretty up this one too?

What's that smell mommy?