The White House is going to retool the Iraq mission. If you read the article carefully, they’re not actually going to change anything except they’re going to rebrand it.\
Yes, people, this is what we’ve come to. June was the bloodiest month in Iraq since the beginning of the war, the Iraqi government and military have met none of their benchmarks, and the White House is embarking on a rebranding effort. It only proves they have no idea what they’re doing.\
We’re not going to buy it, Mr. Bush. We don’t believe you or anyone who works for you anymore. You’ve proven yourself to be a liar, and by association, everyone who works for you is tainted by your dishonesty (or, hired by you because of their talents for dishonesty). You’ve failed every test put before you as Commander in Chief. Why the hell should we trust you now?\
It’s time for Congress to do their jobs and get us out of this thing. Senator Webb’s amendment to force the military to keep active duty soldiers at home for at least as long as their deployment is a good start in actually supporting our troops (three times as long for guard and reserve troops), but it’s time to do more. The surge isn’t work and isn’t going to – not because there’s anything wrong with the troops or even with the military other than they’re being stretched too thing. It’s not working because the orders from the civilian leadership in the White House are wrong, have always been wrong, and show no signs of improving.
It could get up to 100 today
The air conditioner is broken. Waah Waah Waaaaah.
Out of the mouths of mommies.
While changing Brian’s diaper before bed:\
B: Where did Mommy’s penis go?\
Me: It’s downstairs in the recliner watching Big Brother.
If train A leaves the bedroom at 5 am…
Kevin is totally awesome. He cleaned up the kitchen this morning and then took the boys to the pool while I caught up on sleep. Brian has been waking me up at the crack of dawn and it isn’t cute anymore. (Although it is further proof he is an angel, like from the City of Angels.) Since Kevin doesn’t go to work on the weekends, I get to crash after he wakes up. It’s sort of heavenly, except we aren’t seeing a lot of each other. Now I must pretend to be a functioning adult and tackle my chore list. Or lunch.
Happy Weekend!
Our weekend is going to be fabulous and I hope yours is too!\
Friday night started off with a bang when Kevin had an impromptu Happy Hour to go to after work. He decided to take Max with him because he is Max’s ride home from camp. Since this was obviously a low-key thing, Brian and I crashed too! There was another kidlet there, Clara, age 13 months, that Brian could not stop staring at. While she was walking around after dinner, working off some energy, Brian kept his eyes glued to her. When she went behind a booth where Brian couldn’t see her, he would constantly scan the area waiting for her reappearance. It was adorable. Brian didn’t say a single word to her though, but did wave when she left.\
Saturday is going to be full of swimming for the boys. Max is going to try the big slide and is very excited about it! I am going to continue clearing out the basement in preparation for the remodel. (I finally got the last estimate. Woot. Now the hard part comes.) Hopefully swimming won’t totally kill Kevin like last week’s trek to Down Pour, the water park at Algonkian Park, did. I’d like him to be able to unwind and/or do some work around the house, too.\
Sunday is going to be all about the Dim Sum and Cindy! Maybe I can talk Kevin into doing something else downtown-y while we’re there. Any suggestions?\
Ooh, today while grocery shopping, I totally spied some peach ice cream and had to buy it in honor of Aunt Margie. It was only a pint and on sale, so triple win! YUM!
The 4th of July for a Slave
I read this yesterday and it’s one of the most eloquent and damning speeches I’ve ever read. I can only imagine what it would have been like to hear Frederick Douglass give it in person. You should read the whole thing, but here’s my favorite paragraph:\
bq. What, to the American slave, is your Fourth of July? I answer: a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants, brass-fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are, to Him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy-a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of the United States at this very hour.
Happy Independence Day!
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Yummy
One of my favorite things ever is Peach ice cream eaten with Sour Cream and Onion potato chips. It’s totally heaven- sweet and salty and so simple and fresh. Yum! It’s hard to find peach ice cream, so it isn’t a delight I get to partake in often. Kevin thinks it is gross, but what does he know?\
What are some of your wacky cravings?
Holy crap I’m old!
I just realized that I have been getting my period for over twenty years. Which, yea, makes sense given my age, but when put that way makes me feel very, very old.
Let’s Boogie!
How funny is it that after reading Rolling Stone’s list of most annoying songs I had to go to iTunes to make sure I wasn’t missing any of my faves?