Socialism and Teabagging

21 04 2009


That pretty much sums up (some of) my thoughts on the matter. Heh.

I am a little slow at this whole blogging thing, despite having done it for the last eight years (my anniversary is this Friday, cookies would be a nice present). Therefore I should probably know a lot more bloggers than I actually DO, but anyway, just the other day I discovered The Blogess. OMFG SO FUNNY. So funny, in fact, that she had me practically in tears and since I am sick, I was making this strange wheezing bark that sounded like someone had mated a donkey with a squished rat. Who, knows, I probably even peed a little. I truly loved the bit about a tornado filled with rattlesnakes, but OMG the teabagging post was what added the squished rat to my strange laugh sound. To think of all sorts of little old ladies bragging about teabagging, and to imagine myself as a fly on the wall in the room that planned the poorly-named protests… Beautiful stuff.

Does that qualify as political or actually about teabagging in any way? No? That’s OK, you love me anyway.


And a note to the good people of San Diego:

10 02 2009

Chances are, you chose to live here because of the weather. Or perhaps, like me, you were born here and give a general “Hell no!” to the thought of ever moving somewhere with actual weather. Either way, let me remind you that the lack of rain means WE DON’T GET ENOUGH RAIN. That means we have a drought every so often. That mean you have to cut back on your water usage. If you do not, we will run out of water and you will DIE.*

And, yet, you complain about water restrictions. To you I say: “WTF?”

WTF, indeed.

*This may be a slight exaggeration.

Happy Obama Day!

20 01 2009

I hope you wept as many blissful tears as I have! God(ess) Bless America!

Obama pictures and McCain pictures
see Sarah Palin pictures


4 11 2008


For the first time in my parenting career, I am proud to be an American.  We have a long way to go, but for once, I can see we may be on the right path.  God help us, we stay that way.

Happy election day, my friends.

Congrats, my new president.

30 More Tiny Moments: Day 3.2

4 11 2008

Day 3.2 (or 4)

Election day! After voting today, I took some time to check off some things on my to do list.

And the WTF story of the week goes to…

29 08 2008

John McCain! As a friend declared, his choice of Palin as running mate is a “last ditch effort and blatant sexism.” And she? Is a nut. I am positively floored by the fact that she supports drilling in the Alaskan Wildlife Refuge. How much hairspray did she inhale in her past life? But possibly the bit I find to be the most stomach-churning is the fact that they are exploiting her sweet little baby with Down’s syndrome as if that proves how very pro-life she is. Like she is SUFFERING so much just because she is a saint and chose not to kill her child. God. I know many pro-choice women who would also not choose to abort a Down’s baby, yet they could do it without being a complete douche, unlike Palin.

Anyway, I’m linking you to one of my new favorite bloggers. I think I found her address through SOAM somehow and I’ve been entranced ever since. Her thoughts on the subject are pretty much my thoughts on it.


15 08 2008

~Took the kids to the dentist today where I learned they have a new program that gives points for things (good oral hygiene, no cavities, community service, etc) and you can use those points to earn things. They have a display case in the lobby (right next to the coffee bar) showing you all the things you can win. There are little things like astronaut ice cream and fairy puppets, and the items get fancier all the way up to – I swear I am not making this up – an iPhone. We have five points so far, we only need about 360 more.

~Selling a Hannah Montana blond wig in Southern San Diego seems somehow just a little racist.

~Here is a list of chores I am responsible for in this household:
Mopping/sweeping/vacuuming, sorting and folding laundry, cleaning kitchen and bathroom, dusting (not that I ever do this one, but that is beside the point), cooking, shopping for groceries and household supplies, keeping the kids clean, educating them and keeping them from killing each other, organizing the house, making the bed, putting away the dishes and loading the dishwasher, picking up the house, picking up after the messy people in the house, driving the kids places they need to be, taking out the recycling… Lots more I can’t think of yet this morning.

Here is a list of things The Husband does on a regular basis:
Taking out the trash, doing the laundry, putting detergent in the dishwasher and pressing start (I am, apparently, responsible for putting the detergent away after he leaves it on the counter).

And guess who complains about every single chore he has to do? I’ll give you a hint: not me!

~My son had a big day yesterday. First was a trip to the dentist (“To clean my mouf?”) where he was a STAR, I was so proud. He hated it, but he did his best to be brave and cooperative. Same thing during the car wash – he did his best to be strong and not cry (not that I think crying in itself is a bad thing, but I have learned that in a situation like that, allowing tears sends forth a neverending torrent of feelings which are impossible to deal with while we are both strapped in our seats). On a less scary note, he also downed an entire mini taco at Trader Joes – beef, spice and all. I just about fainted.

~Speaking of Trader Joe’s we got a $7 block of goat cheese free yesterday just because they love us so much.

~The Olympics are on our TV endlessly (unless The Husband is home) and we are having a blast watching.

~If you happen to make your child a “smoothie” with strawberry-flavored fish oil in it, and he just happens to accidentally spill it all over the floor: don’t wipe it up with anything you might want to keep ever because you will discover that the strawberry smell will wash out, but the oil itself will remain. Your laundry will smell for weeks and you will make a new habit of sniffing each piece of clean laundry before sorting and folding it. This is the reason they created paper towels. Use them guiltlessly.

~Speaking of laundry, I still have not found my black underwear. WTF? (Editor’s note: was that only a year ago? Feels like two. I guess life without black undies is harder than I thought.)