Obama Ridicules McCain’s Charge that He’s a Socialist

“I don’t know what’s next,” Obama, the presidential candidate, said at an outdoor rally in North Carolina.
“By the end of the week, he’ll be accusing me of being a secret
communist because I shared my toys in kindergarten. I shared my peanut
butter and jelly sandwich.”

This guy is such a JERK!  (I wanted to use a seven letter word that starts with “b” and ends with “d,” but I’m trying to keep it clean, folks.)

That’s just what I want in a Commander in Chief, a sarcastic, childish little b*****d.  (And the label might fit, since we haven’t seen that birth certificate just yet ….)

I Can’t Wait for November 5th

Some political links for your reading “pleasure” ….

Notorious Obamedia Moments of 2008

Does The United States of America Still Exist?  (exceptionally good commentary, I think …)

Will The Return of Values Voters Bring Another Election Day Surprise?

A Duty Not to Vote (read this one, for sure!)

Joe Biden’s History Lesson

I’m off to do school with my girl … have a good day.

A Little Update

AJ’s grandma is still hanging on … her breathing is even more shallow, but she is a strong woman even now.  This process called dying is different for each and every person, isn’t it?  We didn’t think she would be around more than a day or two when we were there last week … I really don’t know when she will finally go, but we said our goodbyes and do not plan on going back to Fort Worth.  His mom and sister would like us to do so, but there’s really no point and we are in quite a financial pinch after the expense of September’s evacuation, two trips to Fort Worth, and now the $600 repair bill for my truck.  The power steering went out a couple of days ago. 


On to more cheerful news — my cousin got married this past weekend, and my dad came in from New Orleans for the wedding.  It was very nice and yesterday afternoon we were able to spend some time with Dad and his girlfriend.  They have invited us to come spend Thanksgiving with them and I believe we are going to do it.  It will go over like a lead balloon with the rest of our family (especially Mom), but Dad is 73 years old.  We see him on average once every 12 – 18 months, and who knows how much longer any of us will be around …. (I sound so morbid, but it’s true).  So we are going to tempt the furies (literally, because hell hath no fury like my momma) and go see Dad.

While we were visiting he showed me some of the genealogy research that he’s been doing on Ancestry.com — there is a feature on the program called “One World Tree” that is linked in somehow with the research the Mormon church does (and is supposed to be very accurate) … there is a 0 – 5 star rating on how reliable the information is.  I am quite tickled to discover (keeping in mind that someone could have made a mistake, but the accuracy rating is still 4 stars out of 5) ….

Geoffrey Chaucer was my 19th great grandfather!  

How do you make an English major’s day?  Tell them they come by their love of words QUITE NATURALLY. 

(William Faulkner is also a distant cousin, but I would just as soon ignore that one, since I do not care for his writing AT ALL.  )

Grandma

Just touching base … we returned home late this evening from our run to Fort Worth.  Grandma is not long for this world, I am sure.  She slipped into a coma Monday evening and has not awakened since then.  We got there late Tuesday night and went to the hospice facility to spend a little time with her.  Then we returned this morning before heading home.  Her breathing is labored, and the nurses are giving her small doses of morphine to make her more comfortable when they need to move her.  Her right arm is in a cast from when they did surgery on her wrist last week and I’m sure she must be achy all over from lying in a hospital bed for going on three weeks.  So the morphine is probably a blessing to her comfort.  The sweetest nurse attended her while we were there this morning.  She came in and brushed her hair, checked her temperature …. a little later she checked her extremities (feet, hands) for mottling.  I was amazed at the gentle way she performed her duties.  When we were getting ready to leave, I thanked her — I wanted her to know that I had noticed the wonderful care she is giving to our dear grandma.  She has been a hospice nurse since 1980, and when I told her it was a real ministry, she said, “That’s exactly what I want it to be.” 

I know that we won’t see Grandma alive again.  It was very difficult to say goodbye, but she is tired and we need to let her go.  I wasn’t sure how Jami would react to all of this, as she’s never been around anyone who was about to die.  I was so happy to see her go over to Grandma’s side, take her hand and kiss it before leaving.  I’m glad that she was not afraid to do that.  I’m not sure that I would have done that when I was her age.  When I left, I kissed Grandma on the forehead and told her that if she needs someone to put shelf paper in the kitchen cabinets of her mansion in heaven, I’ll be happy to do it when I get there.  I’d like to think she heard me and that she was smiling in her heart, if not on her face.

(Years ago, she asked if I and my sister-in-law would come put new shelf paper in her kitchen cabinets … we had a wonderful day … cleaning out the cabinets, replacing the shelf paper and visiting.  I bet you a visit didn’t pass for at least 3 or 4 years that she didn’t make some comment about how nice her clean shelf papered cabinets were.  )

Please Pray

I can’t remember if I posted about this week before last, but we spent 3 days in Fort Worth when my husband’s 93 year old grandmother fell and broke her hip.  Things weren’t looking good, but she came through surgery well and we had high hopes for a good recovery.

My mom-in-law just called and said that the doctors are saying that if we want to see her alive, we need to come now.  It’s about a five hour trip to Fort Worth.  I’m waiting to hear what my husband decides.  Please pray for the family and for safe travels for us if he decides we can make it before she passes.

Thanks.

Warning from Pakistan

This morning from a cave somewhere in Pakistan, Taliban Minister of Migration, Mohammed Omar, warned the United States that if military action against Iraq continues, Taliban authorities will cut off America’s supply of convenience store managers and possibly candidates for President of the United States … and if this action does not yield sufficient results, cab drivers will be next, followed by Dell and AOL customer service reps, and then Motel 6 managers.

It’s gonna’ get ugly.

(from one of my homeschooling buddies with a sense of humor, even in the darkest of times …)

Needing a Change …

Decided to “shake things up” a little around here with a new theme … how do you like it?  It’s simple, nothing fancy … and I didn’t even tweak it after “stealing” it from the themes directory.  I post a few photos from time to time and I decided that I needed a more simple layout that wouldn’t fight with the photos I share with you.  So there it is.

My girl and I attended a retreat this past weekend — A Maiden’s Quest — it was very inspirational for both of us, even though it was aimed at 12 – 17 year old young ladies.  If I didn’t have a pile of laundry and other things to take care of, I would tell you about it in great detail.  The shortened version is that the young ladies were encouraged to become God’s vision of young women, rather than the cheapened version the world would have them emulate.  I think one thing that made an impression on me was that they were encouraged to see wifehood and motherhood as legitimate “careers” … so many young women today do not see the value in these callings, thinking that they MUST have a career like that of doctor, lawyer, teacher, etc., with a salary attached.  I truly believe that a big reason so many of our children are falling through the cracks, so to speak, is because they are not “mothered” in that good old fashioned way.  Rather than greeting Little Guy or Gal with milk and cookies and a good conversation about what happened in their day, the combined paychecks of Dad AND Mom distribute “love” in the form of activities and material goods.  Both jobs are NECESSARY because all the “needs” of life can’t be bought with one paycheck.  And there’s the debate … just how much do we really NEED?  Could we live with careful frugality on one paycheck and find ways to nurture the parent/child relationship without the need for a second income?  This is my ultimate goal … to work with intensity to pay off a few debts so that I can shut my business down and be there for my girl before it is too late.  …but now I’m getting into a lengthy post and I really do need to go.  Maybe I will expand on this line of thought a bit later.

Have a good afternoon!

County Fair 2008 – Four out of Five are Winners!

“It’s Dirty Work” — First Place

“Against the Grain” — First Place

“Waldo” — Second Place

“Her Favorite Thing to Do” — Honorable Mention

Jami also had a really good evening — I have to figure out how to get her photos uploaded to my Xanga so you can see what a great job she did.  She received 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place ribbons for three photographs, as well as a 3rd place ribbon for a necklace that she made for me.  She also received “Participation” ribbons for three other pieces of jewelry that she created.

I am so proud of her!  🙂

Surfside, Texas after the storm

My sister and I drove over to Surfside Beach earlier this evening. 
It’s about 15 miles from my house and separated from the “mainland” by
a bridge that spans the Intercoastal Waterway.  Up until recently,
people were not allowed in unless they had proof of residency, but
about a week or so ago the bridge was opened up to all traffic.  After
crossing the bridge, we initially thought things looked pretty good
compared to reports we’d heard.  There were still alot of beach houses
standing.  Great compared to the aerial photos we’d seen of Bolivar
Penisula and Gilchrist, which are little more than sandbars now.  Then
we started looking closer and saw just how much damage this little
community suffered.  We discovered that Bluewater Highway, which connects Surfside to Galveston Island, via the San Luis Pass Toll Bridge, has been washed out in numerous places, a combined total of four miles of highway is simply gone.  Just past the Surfside Village city limits, a road block has been put in place.  Proceeding any further without a 4-wheel drive vehicle is a guaranteed ticket to getting stuck in the middle of literally no where.  It was getting dark, so I wasn’t able to take a
lot of photos, but here are some that I did get:


The house above and the one below are the worst we saw, I think.  If you look closely at the house above, you can see mattresses wedged between what appears to be the roof and the “first floor” (the one where a staircase is visible.  The entire second floor of this house is gone, leaving only the mattresses sandwiched between the remains of the roof and the living area.


This was one of the newer homes in Surfside.  Totally destroyed.  We found it somewhat interesting that older, “shabbier” beach homes survived the storm while newer ones like this one collapsed like a house of cards.  I think a lot of the older homes were built sturdier back then …. maybe not “technologically” speaking, but people put more pride in their craftsmanship.  I was tickled to see that the homes builts by a gentleman I know out of Dallas withstood the storm beautifully.  He’s a nifty fellow who has hired me to provide custom blinds for some of his homebuyers.  All his homes were still standing, with very few defects (maybe a strip of siding gone, but nothing major).  Happy for him (as this is a real feather in the cap of his reputation) and also for the homeowners, as they are my clients.


Piles of debris line the roads (what is left of them) all through Surfside Beach.


There used to be a LOT more beach in front of these houses.


This place lost its staircase.  A good bit of sand has washed away from its foundation, as well.  Not sure what the final verdict will be on repairs.


Standing on the beach looking back at the beach houses … I am fairly sure that the concrete slabs directly in front of the sea green beach house used to be the parking area under a beach house.


This place lost its entire roof.


This was simply eery.  Notice the roof is gone, and yet there are clothes hanging on a clothes rack in what must have been a bedroom at one time.


I assume that at one point in time this was a cross-over to a fishing pier.  Not much of it left.


Debris from the storm, one month later.


This one looks a little strange … it was starting to get dark and since I didn’t have a tripod, I couldn’t make adjustments to compensate for that.  So I tweaked it on iPhoto … If you look at the house to the left, the one with the “pilgrim hat” roof, you can see the concrete foundation beneath … the sand has completely washed away from under the concrete slab.  Though it doesn’t show up in this photo, we could see the tide coming in under the slab.  And in the foreground, you see the asphalt road has collapsed due to the sand washing out to sea with the retreating storm surge.


One more photo of the crumbling road … it is dangerous to drive around out there late in the evening … if I weren’t in the habit of turning my headlights on early at dusk, I might have run off the end of the road into the sand. 

I know a lot of people are saying, “Enough about the storm, let’s move on …” but I am hit daily with things that remind me how fortunate we were and how grateful I am that we did not suffer the same kind of loss others did.  This little drive down to the beach reminded me just one more time that the only thing that is certain is the uncertainty of it all.  To live life in the best way possible with God’s help, looking to His guidance so that whatever time we have here is used to the best of our ability, because it can be washed away, just like that.

You can tell which way someone’s leaning, if you look close enough …

So we ran by the library earlier to return some books.  I’m trying to discipline myself to read magazines at the library, rather than waste money on them at the checkout line or even with subscriptions.  If there’s something interesting that I want for reference later, there’s the good old copy machine.  I was scanning the mags on the display and the latest Rachel Ray caught my eye.

Now, I’m not a fan, but I noticed she was featuring recipes for an Election Night party.  And that got my curiosity up.  I know that she is Oprah’s little discovery and all that, but I couldn’t help but pick up the mag to see if there were any overt indicators of her leaning ….

And sure enough!  On the first page of the article the stylist had arranged various campaign items … along the upper edge of the page were two campaign buttons.  Obama’s was crisp, clear and fully visible, while McCain’s ran off the edge of the page (meaning it got “cropped”).  Hmmm … maybe it was just an accident?  Turning to the next page ….

NOPE!  The evidence screamed from the table awash in red, white and blue patriotism … plastic cups were decorated with Obama and McCain campaign stickers.  Obama’s cup was turned so that the entire sticker was visible, and once again crisp & clear.  McCain’s cup?  Turned slightly to the side so that only the “McCai-” showed, and even that was blurry.

I knew I didn’t like that goofy woman and this confirms it.  You’d think you could pick up a cooking magazine without running into the blatant prejudice against conservatives (after all, who loves the warmth of hearth and home, the smell of Mom’s apple pie, etc. than conservatives?)

Ah, well.  Just thought I’d share that little tidbit.  The magazine is out right now if you want to check it out.  Tell me if you think it was an accident or she did it on purpose.