Keep On Keepin’ On

Today my darling daughter happily cut and colored and painted.

I was watching Sarah Palin/Katie Couric clips…and our Princess Peanut was making caterpillars and puppies and scribbley circles.

Somewhere in between Palin’s many ignorant comments (oh, please-by now if you can’t see her ineptitude, I can’t help you) and me saying ‘yes honey that birdie you drew is great’ my daughter had started clipping her hair.

Self hair cut

Yeah sure, this might be my way of blaming this entire episode of less-than-stellar parenting on Sarah Palin. Why not?

Anyway let me get to my point.

Our home was in a crisis. The 3-year old was in trouble, crying in her time-out chair while I dialed kid salons. But dinner still needed to be made. I couldn’t stop doing the load of laundry already underway. I had emails to answer, a 5-year old wanting spongebob and the UPS guy was ringing my door bell.

Life had to go on.

Keep in mind my daughter and I are now pretty pissed off at each other. She’s ticked that she’s in trouble and now getting a REAL haircut. I’m ticked she cut her own hair and now won’t cooperate while I try and get it fixed.

But life had to go on.

In the end, her hair was fixed and it was painful. I had to hold her while my wonderful hairdresser and friend worked her magic in my kitchen. It was a bitter pill to swallow for our tiny girl who found a haircut to be equal to torture.

But life had to go on.

The United States economy needs to go on. It really does.

If we’re lucky it will turn out as cute as my daughter’s hair.

Fixed

Here’s What I Know- the Failed Bailout As Explained By Me

We really didn’t have much money in our 401K or our Roth IRA thingies.

We don’t have anything in savings.

Our 1st and 2nd mortgages were Washington Mutual’s up until last week.

Apparently NO ONE will be able to get a loan anytime soon. For anything. So here’s hoping our washer and dryer holds out another few years.

Partisan whining on both sides is making me crazy.

But…

My daughter wearing a princess dress for 5 days straight, including bedtime, is making me crazier.

My daughter now wearing a new outfit UNDER said princess dress for what I am sure will be another 5 days straight, is making me crazier.

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Worrying about the teacher to student ratio is my son’s kindergarten class is making me crazier.

Wondering what we’d do if my husband got laid off is making me crazier.

Wondering how we continue to pay down our debt and afford Christmas is making me crazier.

Wondering when I can get my toes done again, because my husband is convinced there be no more ‘frivolous’ spending again is making me crazier.

Wondering when I can sneak in some new clothes for the kids, not resale shop or hand me downs is making me crazier.

Wondering if I can help my parents out with airline tickets for the holidays is making me crazier.

What’s NOT making me crazy? Watching House republicans blame Pelosi’s ‘tone’ for their nay vote and watching House dems blame partisan bickering. Nope. That’s not making me crazy, it’s just making me mad.

I don’t know if this bail out bill was the answer. I do know I want the asshats in DC to SHUT UP and fix this mess. Now.

Even if that means they have to share and play nice.

Best Videos Ever In The History Of The World

Obama
Detroit
Red Wings
My Kiddos

6:40 on the counter has two of my favorite things. But I recommend watching the entire video, at the end the Senator gets pretty fired up.

and my darling daughter showing her support. (and me screaming at the tv like a lunatic while watching the playoffs)

Goofy Grins and Giggles

We interviewed nanny’s this weekend. A hellish task for me since I currently believe the entire world is incapable of caring for my children. That includes their father.

Of course, most everyone cares for them better than I do, head usually buried in my laptop and with little patience for things like play dough…but that doesn’t stop me from judging everyone incompetent in their babysitting ways.

To know me is to love me.

Anyway.

The great Nanny inquisition of Fall 2008 was underway this weekend as a totally unqualified 19-year old sweetly came into the home and turned my 5-year old to a puddle of goo.

You think he's excited??? lol

He gazed at her. He giggled at her. He had the goofiest grin on his face and this absent stare about him that I nearly kicked her out right then and there. Instead we finished the interview and she politely left. Then my kindergartner pretty much walked around the house with those hearts and birds circling his head for the rest of the day.

Now I’m sitting here looking at our final candidates, with credentials that span from nanny schools in London to teaching credentials and there’s my son, grinning and giggling over the least qualified of the bunch and swearing to me she’d be the “BEST BABYSITTER EVER, MOMMY.”

I’m dying to make some obvious Sarah Palin comparisons here, but I’m going to try and keep it all in check until Thursday night and the VP debate of the century. I’m also going to be happy that I will have a new nanny by then. One that will no doubt be OVER-qualified for watching two kids and not just a pretty face.

If you live in Southern California, I highly encourage you to join the debate watch party where we will be eating, drinking, and critiquing every single move Biden and Palin make.

Register here to join myself and some fabulous bloggers!

I Just Got Push Polled

I just took at call from what I thought was the “OTR firm” and was entirely excited to be asked about the election.

My phone rang after the debate ended and I was pretty worked up- so totally happy to take the call.

It started off pretty normal. Do you know these candidates, are you registered, what’s your party affiliation, what’s your race.

I went along answering my questions barely paying attention to the guy, because everything I was saying was ‘”Obama, Obama, Hannah Beth Jackson, Obama, Obama, Jackson.”

Then came the fun…”I’m going to read you some statements about the cadidates running, please tell me if this would strongly affect how you vote, somewhat affect how you vote, not affect how you vote…”

Or something close to that.

Then came something close to this, I’m paraphrasing here…

Did you know Obama and Hanah Beth Jackson’s support Planned Parenthood and there have been many whistle blower lawsuits against Planned Parenthood?”

Me: “Uhhhhhhhh. WHO are you again? Who’s running this poll?”

“We’re OTR, I’m not sure who we are”

Me: “You’re not sure?”

“We’re a research center, I’m not sure what else to say”

Me: “Uh, ok…keep going, now I want to hear this”

“So does that statement make you want to reconsider, strongly reconsider, somewhat reconsider, not reconsider your vote…”

I laughed again, and said it does not make me reconsider.

Then he asked…

“Are you aware Hannah Beth Jackson and Senator Obama plan on raising taxes to fund their plans for healthcare and early education”

Me: “WHAT?”

“Does that make you reconsider?”

Me: “Uh..no….and I’m not sure that’s entirely factual”

“Are you saying my information is inaccurate?”

“yeah, I am…WHO are you guys again?”

…and then he went about asking me my age and to verify I’m voting for Obama and Jackson and we hung up.

Taxes and abortion…look out California, the GOP is coming.

Looks Like A World Leader, Doesn’t She?

I’m not a fan. Not even when they beefed up the ‘academic’ side of pageants. They are still ‘beauty’ pageants and Palin is nothing more than a trophy candidate.

This is NOT the kind of woman I want fighting for my daughter.

This is NOT the kind of woman I trust to represent American women.

Why?

Because we’re not swimsuit competition bimbos giving complexes to girls nationwide. We’re done being hung up on body image and beauty standards.

There is no way in hell I’m telling MY daughter our first female Vice President also thought it was just fine to strut a catwalk in a swimsuit and be judged on her looks.

ON. HER. LOOKS.

No. Way. In. Hell.

Damn Proud of My MOMocrat Friend and Military Mama

Steph can be seen and heard a few times in this Obama campaign video. ROCK ON!

I’m Offering BandAids And Lollipops

On Saturday the family is going for flu shots. It’s not something anyone wants to do. It will be unpleasant and painful. There might even be some after-effects that sting for a bit.

But we’re going.

I’ve come to the conclusion Senator John McCain and Governor Sarah Palin need to treat the upcoming debates like a flu shot.

You’re going, whether you like it or not. So just get over it now. Roll up your sleeves, take a deep breath, and prepare to hurt.

In case you missed it, the McCain/Palin circus is now trying to skip out of the VP debate too.

Maybe they need lollipops?

How about a video treat instead…


The Great Schlep from The Great Schlep on Vimeo.

Sarah, John, the childish games are getting old. You can stall all you like, just like my 5 and 3-year olds before bedtime and just like they will attempt to do on Saturday before their shot, but these debates are going to happen.

I’ll get the bandaids ready.