Good Gravy, Two Months?

I have been extremely busy trying to not go postal these last few months. That doesn’t really explain the lack of posting, though, and for that I apologize. Let me take another day or two to gather my mind, and I’ll try to pop out a post by the end of this week.

Things are bad, really bad in my head right now, so I’ll work extra hard to think of something positive to blog about. Here’s a quickie – when the world ends on Dec 21, 2012, I’ll be spared the pain of suffering through my 30th birthday. How awesome is that, that the worst day for humanity is 3 days before my own personal worst day. Yay!

Weekend Update

Despite the fact I can barely blink without dislodging chunks of my lungs via my new hackhackhacking way of breathing, I am driving the kids up to Delaware to visit my mom in about an hour. Fun, fun, fun. It’ll allow my mom to show off the demon monkeys to all her buddies at the Christmas party, give me a chance to do some sales tax-free shopping, and maybe I’ll even be able to make the trip between Virginia Beach and Selbyville without having to pee (I’m drowning my coughing with green tea, causing me to have to empty my bladder every 3.896 nanoseconds).

In the past couple of days, I’ve had a few relevations about both my political and my personal philosophies, and one of these days I might actually put fingertips to keyboard and share them. Not today, though. I have a car to pack and I’m on a mission to figure out just where in the Sam Hill that damn rotten milk smell is coming from.

Also, my page view stats graph would make a wicked awesome roller coaster, if only there were loops. But it’s still really up and down, in a violent “WHEEEEEE” sort of way.

Service

This is my third Veterans Day since I became one myself.  It’s really the only day that I feel I deserve a ‘thanks for your service,’ and to be honest, I don’t really feel I deserve a thanks at all.  I was in for 4 years, 5 months and 15 days – fourmonths into a two-year extension, my CO felt it necessary to end my obligation on the basis that I couldn’t run without damaging my knee.  Three weeks later, I was a Navy dependant, not even obliged to serve out anytime in the Fleet Reserve.  I was 5 months pregnant with the twins, my husband was stationed on a ship in San Diego, Sophie and I were at Ft. Meade, and I was still decompressing from the awesome sub conference that I had just attended – why yes, I’m still bitter.  Bitter as a rotting lemon, I am.

I can’t go back into the Navy, even if I were so inclined, unless I received a new left knee, got a waiver, oh, and lost about a 100 pounds.  The first and last things won’t happen without each other (need a new knee to really exercise, need to lose weight to earn new knee), so I’m pretty much SOL on that front.  And yet, I still want to serve my country, specifically, to work where I used to work and continue to fight the good fight from there.  I miss the nature of the job itself, the intellectual challenge that it is, the people I worked with – and honestly, I miss being apart of something great.  I am a very patriotic person, aided by my own service and that of my husband’s, and I fear I see troubled times ahead for our great nation.  I want to help, I want to protect my family and my country again, but the most obvious way (military service) is out.  Therefore, I’ve decided to go back into government work, this time as a civilian.  This is really important to me, and by putting my intentions on the Internet, it makes it more concrete.  It might take a really long time, but damn it, I’m getting back in.

And I feel a huge small load lifting off my chest.  Deep breath in, long breath out. 

A big thank you goes out to all the vets out there – our nation is all the greater for your service.

So Say We All

The dream ticket: Saul Tigh and Laura Roslin.  I’m in love.

Even if Roslin and Palin are not very similar politically.  But I’ve sworn McCain looks like Tigh for a while.  Both have the tortured POW-thing going too.

I miss me some BSG something fierce now!

It is gone.

I have deleted my old blog, one month after moving here.  I’m a bit sad, but since moving to WordPress, I’ve actually been more inclined to post.  It’s a good thing.

My Best Internet Smackdown Evah!

I swear I’m not a troll, really, I’m not.  Okay, let me back it on up a bit.  I surf the ‘net like it’s going out of style.  Seriously.  It’s a way to explore the world outside my dining room (location of computer) without having to dress and pack up the kids, only to cut everything short because they’re whining and bitching and moaning about how bored they are.  Uh, ahem, back to the matter… Because money is super tight right now, and let’s face it, we’ve never been rich, I like to peruse environmentally friendly blogs to get tips about saving money.  Thrifty sites often focus on clipping coupons, and 99.9999999999% of what we buy will never, ever have a coupon.  So anyway, there’s one through AOL called Green Daily, and while it’s not much for legitimate tips, it is entertaining. 

You see, most of the contributors have a major leg tingle for Al Gore.  And they don’t hide the fact that they’re all left-wing, anti-Republican/Bush Administration hippies.  However, yesterday one of the writers, Cat Lincoln, took this to a new level.  “Sexy Greenius?”  Give me a break.  Now, back to the trolling thing.  The vast majority of the time, I keep my mind shut and my fingers idle when I see such idiotic drivel.  I simply could not help myself this time.  Like a fly to horse shit, I was suckered into a civilized yet scathing (in my not humble opinion) reply.  I credit a few different commentors from Hot Air for adding to my knowledge and giving me the link I used.  They are RightWinged, MrLynn, TexasJew, and VolMagic (for reminding me of the term ‘watermelon,’ though I don’t know where I first came across the term).  Of course, the vast majority of people there supplement my worldly knowledge daily, which is why I hang out there.  I thank you guys and gals for that!  So, for posterity, and in case my comment disappears, it’s copied in it’s entirety below.  Off to make lunch for the zoo!  Oh, and I corrected my spelling errors here.  I suck at typing when I’m all worked-up and all.

More and more scientists are jumping off the Gorebal Warming bandwagon as they come to terms with the facts. Here’s a wonderfully written article by an Austrailian scientist who was a believer: http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,25197,24036736-7583,00.html

He explains why it’s so easy for scientists to go along with the AGW crowd (money, influence, a feeling of importance), but when the facts are examined, they fall dangerously short.

Now, I’m all for conservation. Recycling makes sense, and so does reducing the amount of consumer goods that buy/use. I have faith that if the market is left to do its thing, we will have usable solutions in the future. Alternative energy is smart, but give me a nuclear plant rather than a solar panel (I heard that it would take 50,000 square miles of panels to electrify this country. New York state is 50,000 square miles. You see how this is problematic, right?)

However, I think we need to collectively move beyond Gore-worship here and realize that he is being deceitful and greedy here. His only true interest is in his indulgences trade… and he seeks power over us by trying to force government regulations down our throats (that would control everything about how we live). He, among others, is what some of us refer to as ‘watermelons.’ Green on the outside, red on the inside.

I like this blog, because I do have an interest in being environmentally conscious. I have also learned to expect a certain amount of subjectivity here, a non-too-subtle bias for the political Left, a dismissal of most conservatives and Republicans (not the same thing always). This abject idolization of Gore, though, leaves you looking a little kooky. He is not our saviour, his is simply a man. All your misplaced fawning does is leave your other reporting to be suspect, but I do appreciate that you’re open in your refusal to be objective at all. That would be fine and dandy of this were your private blog, but this is a public blog. A return to a more factual point of view would be most delightful.

 

 

Moving In

I’ve successfully imported my old blog into this new one.  However, because I did not use tags and categories before (and I guess I will now), nothing is really labelled.  It’s a long, laborious project to tag and categorize all my old posts, one which my ADD-Mommy Brain cannot undertake in one setting.  Also, I have a post that I’ve been working on in my head since last Friday, but I tend to procrastinate my procrastination, so it’s still in the embryonic stage.  I have yet to set a date and time to delete my Blogger page… I haven’t finished moving out yet, I suppose.  I was there for two years, and only posted 50-odd times, but it’s been mine the entire time.  And it’s not even like I have any readers anymore.  Me blogging on the Internet is like having an online conference with my (nonexistent) multiple personalities… I do it to me, from me, for me.  Good times.

Speaking of moving, I cannot wait to move out of our current house.  But I get ahead of myself here… that’s a post that’s barely been conceptualized.  And keeping with the pregnancy theme I’ve got going, I’m trying to conceive a post in a week or two about the actual subject of pregnancy.  Heh.  I dream big, and then I put these things off because I’m lazy.  Or I have to get my ass up and fold laundry/do dishes/attend to the house.  Your pick.  Which, by the way, I should get to doing.  Or not. 

It is Done.

I have decided to switch from Blogger to Word Press for a myriad of reasons.  Please be patient as I figure this all out. 

 

 

Utter frustration

I spent entirely too much time today perusing blog templates to update the look of my blog. I have a couple in mind, but they cut too much out, and to be honest, I wouldn’t remember how to put the things back in. I swear our web design book is packed. This is very frustrating. I guess it’ll stay like this for the time being… and that is all.

At Long Last, It is Mine!

I finally have a Wii. I asked for one, oh, in 2006 for my birthday. Fail. Anniversary 2007. Fail. Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day ‘07. Fail. Other anniversary (loooong story) same year. Fail. Again, for my birthday. Epic Fail. At this point in time, when I wanted one, there were none to find. When they were sitting on store shelves, the money was not availible. So I had pretty much given up hope of having a Wii, at least until they came out with the newer, improved Wii, at which time I would get the old model.

Today, by random chance, they had three at my local Target. And, by random chance, we had the money. Or rather, my husband had the good sense to tell me yes anyway. So now, I have my Wii, for Mother’s Day ‘08.

Thank you dear. I know you’re reading this. I’d still like flowers and an omelette for breakfast that Sunday though. Because I’m not nearly spoiled enough. /sarc off

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