Archive for October, 2008

Good Stuff and Holidays

Big Daddy received a text today from Soldier Son in Iraq.  It said that their replacements were there and it shouldn’t be too long before he’ll be home!!  It sounds like he should definitely be here for Thanksgiving!  Even though we’re still stuck cooking the turkey and spuds here at my house, it will be so much better with our oldest son home.  Which doesn’t mean we won’t be sorely missing Middle Son J.  He’ll still be in Germany.  I have no idea what the poor boy will be doing that day.  He’s going to try to come home on leave in February because one of his friends is supposed to be getting married then.  And get this–his girlfriend is supposed to visit him after Christmas.  If he can get the time off that he requested, they plan to spend New Year’s Eve in Paris!  Kind of makes up for the Thanksgiving thing.

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I Ain’t Lookin’ For A Quickie Part 2

A few years ago, I heard my phone ring.  I’d been lounging outside by the pool and answered the phone a little out of breath.  A guy on the other end asked for me.  “This is me,” I replied, thinking it was some telemarketer.  The guy on the other end kind of laughed, then said, astonished, “Oh my God, you sound exactly the same.”

“Who is this?” I asked.

The guy on the other end gave his name.  I almost dropped the phone.  All I could manage to say was, “Wow!  This is a blast from the past.”

Turns out my first big crush from college, from almost 30 years ago, somehow tracked me down and got up the courage to call me.  I knew he was married, or at least he was some 25 years before.  We graduated college before I was actually married, but I think he knew I was engaged back then.  I wondered how he’d tracked me down, since I didn’t think he knew my husband’s last name.  He said “You’d be amazed at what you can find on the internet.”  It might have helped him out that for a time I hyphenated my last name, but still.  I have to admit I was somewhat flattered that after so many years, someone would bother tracking me down.

This guy had my heart back in the day.  In fact, he was the reason I had just about given up on guys the night I met Big Daddy.  I’m pretty sure he had feelings for me, too, but at the time it was one of those “It’s Complicated” situations.  And I guess he chose “Boring and Simple” over “Fantastic and Complicated.”  His loss.

Anyways, we talked about what we’d been up to for the past two decades.  We chatted and bragged about our kids.  He said he had just moved back to the Pittsburgh area (about a half hour away from me) and would like if I called him at work to meet him for lunch sometime.  Seems his wife was stuck back in their old home in Erie (about 3 hours away) until his daughter finished her senior year of high school.  Hmmm.  I told Big Daddy about the call a couple days later.  I’m betting he didn’t tell his wife.

I Ain’t Lookin’ For A Quickie!!

Crap.  About six months ago, Soldier Son’s girlfriend sent me an invite to join one of those networking sites–not one of the major ones, though.  This was some junky new site that was always trying to trick you into signing up for services you didn’t want.  I signed up because the dil had invited me and also I thought it might be another way to keep in touch with her and Soldier Son.  My other two sons have Facebook accounts which is one reason I never considered joining.  Soldier Son does, too, but he honestly never cared if I read his e-mails or knew what was going on.  In fact, sometimes he gave me too much info. (Yikes)!  Although we’re all pretty open about things, I don’t want any of my boys to feel like they have to not be themselves on their site because they might feel weird about mom seeing something.

So, I signed up on Cheapo site but never got around to adding a picture.  The only pics my family ever take of me is when I have gobs of food in my mouth (which is quite frequently, I’m afraid) or when I have serious bed head.  Big Daddy thinks it’s funny.  I do occassionally look quite presentable, but there will be no record of that after I die.  But I had fun designing the background on my profile, and giving all the awesome details about my eclectic taste in music and my varied interests.

Well, the other day I finally got around to putting up a picture.  I made Youngest Son take one late this summer because I was feeling, well, presentable.  And I thought maybe I might want to use a picture sometime for my blog or something.  But the other day I thought maybe I’d finish up my profile on Cheapo site.

It really wasn’t a great picture.  It wasn’t revealing or suggestive.  But all of a sudden, I’m getting e-mails from old guys.  I didn’t change any details about my great taste in music, or my love of New York Times Sunday crossword puzzles (although I hate the Commie rag itself).  I DEFINITELY didn’t change the parts about me being MARRIED, or that I was merely looking for FRIENDSHIP, and one of my favorite activities was spending time with my FAMILY!  And yet, after six months with only two friends, I suddenly get “friend” requests.

Although I tried to be as anonymous as the site would allow, one guy noticed that we lived nearby.  Like we’re gonna get together?  I really don’t think so.  I accepted him as a friend with the caveat that we could be friends through the site (hoping that he’d get the message that near or far, we weren’t gonna meet).  Another guy sends a message–Click “Yes” or “No.”  To what?  I’m not clicking anything!  I don’t know what the question is.

Maybe I’m too old to for these networking sites.  If anybody wants to talk to me, I’d rather they do it because they like what I have to say or want to tell me something, not because they think I look “pretty in my picture.”  I LOVE getting comments on my blog or e-mails from real people (as opposed to the usual Spam I get).  Just don’t expect to get lucky.

To be fair, maybe these guys just do want to be friends.  But I kinda know guys.  Stay tuned for tomorrow’s post, “I Ain’t Lookin” For A Quickie Part 2.”  And I think I’m taking down my profile.

In His Own Words: Obama for Reparations and Redistribution of Wealth

Believe it or not, there are some people that still think Barack Obama’s “changes” are going to be good changes for the American people.  Here is the 2001 radio interview (before he was campaigning for Prez) that should give you a better look into his true intentions (just in case his racist, terrorist, and Anti-American associates haven’t given you a clue yet).  Of course, you will never hear this on CBS, ABC, or NBC news.  They’d rather dis Sarah Palin’s hair or criticize her for not having enough money to buy her own suits.

Of course, there are some people that would embrace Socialism–at least for a while.  These are the people that don’t mind being taken care of all their lives, people that have no hopes and dreams for the future and are happy to just subsist and have their most basic needs provided without having to actually work much.  Also, the ones in charge of doling out the goodies (and of course, able to take all they want from the top of the pile) are seeing a big opportunity here, too.  But I don’t think the majority of us Americans want to live like that.  It didn’t work for the Soviets.  The Cubans are still trying to get the hell out of Cuba.  And we certainly don’t need it here!

Maybe We DID Lose The Cold War

I attempted to comment to this post from An Ol’ Broad’s Ramblings about the decline of education, but since I tend to ramble on myself about things I feel strongly about, it rejected my comment and told me I was sounding a bit too spammy.  But come to think of it, this thought deserves a post of its own.

First of all, I’m very happy that our society has evolved enough to seriously consider both a female (Sen. Clinton) and an African American (Sen. Obama) for President.  Of course, there are individuals that wouldn’t consider either.  And some that would discriminate on the basis of age, looks, or a host of other reasons.  But on the whole, we’re slowly realizing that people are people and should be judged by their character.

As a baby boomer, I remember the Cold War.  I remember people having bomb shelters and worrying that the Soviets would nuke us into annihilation.  We learned facts in school, from teachers who demanded our respect.  They taught us Math and Science and the History of our nation.  We also were taught manners, responsibility, and pride in our country and the freedoms we had here.  And we were a strong nation.  The leftists knew they couldn’t destroy us from afar; they spread their agenda from within.

They got their teachers into our schools and kept them there with their unions.  They weakened our education system by teaching touchy-feeley subjects and self-esteem exercises instead of the basics that would keep us technologically superior.  They tried to abolish competition and grading systems that would encourage true self-esteem through accomplishment and pride in one’s efforts.  Our kids were taught to be ashamed of our own heritage, while indoctrinated with global group-think garbage.  The gulags and human rights abuses were glossed over when discussing the “fairness” of wealth distribution.  Religious tolerance was only allowed toward religions that were a minority in this country so that Muslim awareness classes were fine while the overwhelmingly Christian majority were not even allowed to sing a Christmas carol.

This I guess is why so many of our young people are fawning over the Socialist agenda of Barack Obama.  They’ve been taught that Capitalism is a bad thing, synonymous with greed.  They were not allowed to see that competition spurs us on to greater achievements, creating things that will help solve global warming and cure diseases.  Creating wealth for our families creates jobs for others.  But a lot of these kids weren’t taught that.

We thought we won the Cold War when the Berlin Wall came down, and the Soviet Union dissolved.  We never could have pictured the day that the fruits of our labor would be distributed as our illustrious leaders see fit.  We underestimated our enemies.  And soon, we may have our own version of Chairman Mao grinning at us from the billboards of America.

1984 Revisited

Twenty-four years ago today I gave birth to my first baby.  I didn’t really know or care if it was going to be a boy or girl, but secretly I was kind of hoping for a boy.  I used to see little boys with their mommies and always thought how cute it was the way they interracted with each other.  There is something special about a mother-son bond.  I now know that for a fact.  I also used to say I wanted an eight-pounder with lots of hair.  All my wishes came true that day.

Even though he’s not home today, I’m thinking of Soldier Son, my first-born of three awesome sons.  Happy Birthday, baby.  Can’t wait until you’re safe at home.

Before You Borrow That Phone…

I read an article yesterday about a girl that dropped her Blackberry phone in the toilet.  She was able to retrieve and revive it the first time by opening it up, taking out the battery and towel drying it, and leaving the phone open to dry.  But then she dropped the same phone into the toilet two more times.  After the third time, she decided to throw it away and get a new phone.

My kids yell at me because half the time, when they call or text, I don’t have my phone with me.  But at least it doesn’t end up in the toilet.

I thought it was kind of an unusual event so I was telling Big Daddy about it.  Like, how can you drop your phone in the toilet three freaking times!!?  Then he said that Frank, a guy who works with him, dropped his phone in the toilet.  And that he, Big Daddy himself, had at one time dropped his pager right into the commode.

This is very gross.  The gross factor is magnified immensely by the fact that Big Daddy plunks down all his work stuff, wallet, cell phones, Blue Tooth, etc. right on top my kitchen island.  Every night.  Ewwww.


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