Ok, I have some more issues with national security. I can’t take a bottle of water onto a plane, but I can go buy thousands of dollars of fireworks without showing ID or proof of what I plan to do with it. I can transport them anywhere and no one is going to care about it. Now really, does this make sense? Let’s just forget that spending that much money on something you’re going to burn is just crazy anyway!
So, I guess if money is no option, terrorists should just skip the fertilizer order, and the chemistry classes, and web searches, and go to the neighborhood fireworks stand and everything I need is right there. In fact I could wait until the last day of sale and get everything at a huge discount!
I’m just saying, this is nuts!!
Friday, July 8, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
4 women, 3 kids and the beach
I am getting ready to go on a small vacation. “Small” may be the wrong word because work has been so busy and will be even more so when I return. Perhaps this is really a big vacation even though it is only for about a week and a half and I will not stray too far from home.
At work I have been feeling like the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dike, all the time knowing I am only delaying the inevitable deluge that will fall on me like a 50 foot wall of water and stay at nose level for the next year and a half. So, this is an opportunity to kick up my heels, and/or lie on the beach and let it all drop away for awhile. Calgone take me away!! – Shit I have to pee now from all this water metaphor crap!
I am really excited about my beach trip, or as we say here in the Pacific Northwest, my trip to the coast. We have rented a house right on the beach, like you step out of the door and into the sand and surf. Big picture windows for prime sunset viewing. And, best of all I’m going with my three best friends! We have talked for years about taking a vacation together, but this will be the first time. Granted there is the potential for disaster on a truly heroic scale, but I have faith in us. We practically live in each other’s pockets now. I think it is safe to say we know each other, warts and all. Not that I’m saying any of us are possession of any warts. I’m a good friend and will stridently proclaim that they are all, all three of them, absolutely perfect in every way. Even better than Mary Poppins, who was only practically perfect in every way.
I think the real hic-up potential for the trip will be the kids. I say this for three reasons, 1. We are taking three children and three kids can only get along for just so long and then two will either gang up on the third, or close them out, both actions creating hard feelings. 2. As much as we love each other, we are all mothers before anything else and bears when protection out cubs. And, 3. None of them are mine so I can truly be objective. Oh yeah, and two are girls and one is a boy. Even thought I know we will work out whatever comes, I fear we are on a collision course to drama.
Tonight we have our first big challenge, the packing! Our plan is to pack up Wendy’s SUV with almost all our stuff. This is stuff for four women, two adolescence girls and one boy. Thanks goodness we’re not flying, it would cost a fortune! Tomorrow morning Danna and I will drive over, with the kids, in my little red car. Wendy and Debbi will follow after work. By themselves, no kids. Danna and I are so screwed if they don’t show up!!
I’m still really excited and despite of all that can go wrong, I know we will have a great time!
I think our next vacation together will be Vegas. No kids, No man. And, what happens in Vegas will stay in Vegas.
At work I have been feeling like the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dike, all the time knowing I am only delaying the inevitable deluge that will fall on me like a 50 foot wall of water and stay at nose level for the next year and a half. So, this is an opportunity to kick up my heels, and/or lie on the beach and let it all drop away for awhile. Calgone take me away!! – Shit I have to pee now from all this water metaphor crap!
I am really excited about my beach trip, or as we say here in the Pacific Northwest, my trip to the coast. We have rented a house right on the beach, like you step out of the door and into the sand and surf. Big picture windows for prime sunset viewing. And, best of all I’m going with my three best friends! We have talked for years about taking a vacation together, but this will be the first time. Granted there is the potential for disaster on a truly heroic scale, but I have faith in us. We practically live in each other’s pockets now. I think it is safe to say we know each other, warts and all. Not that I’m saying any of us are possession of any warts. I’m a good friend and will stridently proclaim that they are all, all three of them, absolutely perfect in every way. Even better than Mary Poppins, who was only practically perfect in every way.
I think the real hic-up potential for the trip will be the kids. I say this for three reasons, 1. We are taking three children and three kids can only get along for just so long and then two will either gang up on the third, or close them out, both actions creating hard feelings. 2. As much as we love each other, we are all mothers before anything else and bears when protection out cubs. And, 3. None of them are mine so I can truly be objective. Oh yeah, and two are girls and one is a boy. Even thought I know we will work out whatever comes, I fear we are on a collision course to drama.
Tonight we have our first big challenge, the packing! Our plan is to pack up Wendy’s SUV with almost all our stuff. This is stuff for four women, two adolescence girls and one boy. Thanks goodness we’re not flying, it would cost a fortune! Tomorrow morning Danna and I will drive over, with the kids, in my little red car. Wendy and Debbi will follow after work. By themselves, no kids. Danna and I are so screwed if they don’t show up!!
I’m still really excited and despite of all that can go wrong, I know we will have a great time!
I think our next vacation together will be Vegas. No kids, No man. And, what happens in Vegas will stay in Vegas.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Osama is Dead
Last evening we learned that Osama bin Laden has been killed by a unit of Navy Seals. My first reaction was to not believe it, simply because it seemed impossible. Once I believed it, I felt excited, but not so much I wanted to jump up and down. I was conflicted, for a couple of reason: 1.) his death will probably not have a big impact on terrorist activities, and 2.) it just wasn’t right to be happy that someone was dead.
Hopefully bin Laden’s death will mean that some of his money will stop flowing into Al Qaida and that will hamper their ability to pull so many misguided people to the organization. Of course this bring up the question of is a fractured Al Qaida any less dangerous? I don’t know.
I am very proud that our president carried through on his promise to make getting bin Laden a priority, and actually got the job done!! I know that an ongoing frustration within the military is when they have a group or a person pinpointed and then can’t get the go ahead to make the move. In this instance, our president made the right decisions all along the way. Our service members are second to none in the world, especially when they are allowed to do what they do best.
How sad is it that someone with so much influence and power, chose to focus it on evil actions to so many around the world? He was a man with every opportunity, and a vast amount of resources at his disposal and at every point seemed to be unable to make a choice that would truly benefit the world he lived in. He made an art of attracting the disenfranchised and building on their insecurities and then using them in the most thoughtless ways, and without regard for them or their families.
The really sad thing is the loss to all us of the positive potential that he and his followers do not live up to.
Hopefully bin Laden’s death will mean that some of his money will stop flowing into Al Qaida and that will hamper their ability to pull so many misguided people to the organization. Of course this bring up the question of is a fractured Al Qaida any less dangerous? I don’t know.
I am very proud that our president carried through on his promise to make getting bin Laden a priority, and actually got the job done!! I know that an ongoing frustration within the military is when they have a group or a person pinpointed and then can’t get the go ahead to make the move. In this instance, our president made the right decisions all along the way. Our service members are second to none in the world, especially when they are allowed to do what they do best.
How sad is it that someone with so much influence and power, chose to focus it on evil actions to so many around the world? He was a man with every opportunity, and a vast amount of resources at his disposal and at every point seemed to be unable to make a choice that would truly benefit the world he lived in. He made an art of attracting the disenfranchised and building on their insecurities and then using them in the most thoughtless ways, and without regard for them or their families.
The really sad thing is the loss to all us of the positive potential that he and his followers do not live up to.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Damn I'm Old
The other day I was replying to an email from a co-worker, giving my opinion on some proposals from a consultant. I went to wrap up my missive with, “There’s my 2¢.” It took me awhile to find that cent mark. I’m old enough to remember when it was just above the 2 on the typewriter key. Of course, I’m also old enough to remember typewriters. In fact, I actually learned to type, not keyboard.
Typing was a skill I learn under complete duress. I fought hard to stay out of that class in high school. Once I was in the class I only learned the bare basics. Because there were more students than working machines I spent most of my time ready books for pleasure and giving the teacher oral reports once I finished.
Fast forward more years than I care to think about, and here I am spending a good deal of my time typing away at over 70 wpm, with a decent degree of proficiency. Who would have thunk? Certainly not me!
Today I was in a meeting with said consultants, and over the corner of the conference room was a stereo with an 8-trak player. Holy cow Batman!! Where did that come from? Half the people in the room didn’t know what an 8-track tape was. I’m not kidding. I’m so freaking old!!
Typing was a skill I learn under complete duress. I fought hard to stay out of that class in high school. Once I was in the class I only learned the bare basics. Because there were more students than working machines I spent most of my time ready books for pleasure and giving the teacher oral reports once I finished.
Fast forward more years than I care to think about, and here I am spending a good deal of my time typing away at over 70 wpm, with a decent degree of proficiency. Who would have thunk? Certainly not me!
Today I was in a meeting with said consultants, and over the corner of the conference room was a stereo with an 8-trak player. Holy cow Batman!! Where did that come from? Half the people in the room didn’t know what an 8-track tape was. I’m not kidding. I’m so freaking old!!
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