Blagojevich names Burris to Senate Seat, Seriously?

The audacity of Blagojevich. The defiance. He took such an "attitude" in his speech, and I know that attitude was toward the media and those politicos who are out to impeach him, but as an Illinoisan I am offended. I found it disrespectful. It was clear from his tone that this was in retaliation for the predicament he has found himself in. He should be ashamed. Did you see this ‘tool’ at the end of the video when Congressman Rush is speaking? He’s bouncing up and down on his heels, so pleased with himself. Cocky, so and so. Speaking of Congressman Bobby Rush, he did not need to play the race card. It was uncalled for.

By naming Roland Burris, Blagojevich has opened up a whole other can of worms. Does he seriously think that this appointment is going to go unchallenged? And by appointing Burris, now Burris is in the mix. If the Democrats, the Senate and Illinois Secretary of State Jesse White find a way to block this appointment, Roland Burris can sue the state, all the way to the Supreme Court to try to get his appointment back. Do we really need to waste more state resources on this baboon?

Speaking of Roland Burris, he was been part of the Chicago political machine for years and has served the state well. I think it’s very unfortunate that Blagojevich has dragged Burris into his mess.

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©2008

Your Blog Is Fabulous Award

Thank you so much to Jodi at Jodi’s Journey for this “Your Blog Is Fabulous Award”.

The rules for this one are that you have to mention who gave you the award with a link to their blog and admit 5 addictions and then pass it onto another 5 blogs:

1. the computer
2. Bargain hunting (I have a black belt in bargain hunting)
3. Entrecard
4. Chocolate
5. Canning

I am passing this award on to:

1. Liz at A Mom On Spin
2. Petra at The Wise (*Young*) Mommy
3. Chat Blanc at Wit’s Bitch
4. Erin at The Mom Buzz
5. Liza at Mommy’s Little Corner

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©2008

14 Pound, 2 ounce baby born in California

Speaking of babies. Oh my word! My 'lady parts' are hurting just thinking about this. This baby needed 6 month size baby clothes.

14 Pound Baby Born in Orange County, CA

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©2008

Happy Birthday to my baby!

He is no longer a baby. He is 14 years old today. Much to his chagrin, I (aka the not ‘fun Mom,’ aka the ‘bad cop’) got him an electric razor for his birthday and that pair of slippers that he snooped and found before Christmas. (Couldn’t return them because what are the odds of finding another pair of Men’s size 14 slippers?) Oh don’t worry, he got something fun too. Anastasia (aka the ‘fun Mom’, aka the ‘good cop’) got him a wireless controller for one of his video game systems.

Now just a short trip down memory lane. My son is a good kid, really he is, but when he was younger he was quite mischievous. When he was 5 years old his father and I were at my company’s holiday party at Navy Pier, while both kids were at Grandma’s house. Just before dessert was served I called to find out how they were behaving. My daughter answered and said that Grandma was asleep and her brother was gone. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE IS GONE?” (I swear everyone in the Grand Ballroom heard that.) “Go wake up Grandma, NOW”. Grandma comes to the phone, has no idea what’s going on, then starts searching every nook and cranny of her apartment, the front stairs and the back stairs. He’s not there. I tell her to keep looking and I call the police. I tell my husband (now ex) and we head for the parking garage. My ex doesn’t drive, so here I am driving and on my cell phone on Lake Shore Drive (practically hysterical), in winter, trying not to speed and end up sliding into Lake Michigan.

The police send a squad to Grandma’s house and several more to canvas the neighborhood. My ex takes the phone and calls Grandma back, ‘are you sure he isn’t there?’. Big help. I drop my ex at his mother’s apartment and I begin driving the neighborhood. (Because those 6 police cars just might miss a spot.) After a couple rounds of the neighborhood I drive home and meet a police officer at my house. He tells me they haven’t found him yet, but they have every squad out looking.

I decide on my own to check the outside of our property thinking that even though it is cold, maybe he is hiding in the gym/slide or found a way into the garage, or something. Maybe he was scared by the police and if I look, he’ll come out. (Because I'm Super Mom and have better detective skills than the Chicago Police force.) After I crawl under the gym/slide and come out, I see something. One of the jealousy basement windows is missing, another is broken and something is hanging out of the window. I call for the officer and his flashlight and find a pair of black boys jeans hanging out the window. I break into a run and run around to the front of the house, up the porch stairs and scramble to get my key in the lock. I open the door to find my son in his tighty whiteys, kicking back in front of the television watching Saturday Night Live, eating a bag of potato chips. I grab him and just about squeeze the life out of him and fight back tears. The officer steps in, sees him there and tells me he’ll call it in. After the officer leaves I have a talk with my son.

Me: Why did you do it?
Him: Didn’t want to be with Grandma anymore, she’s mean (Grandma was also a ‘bad cop’).
Me: How did you do it?
Then he proceeds to tell me his exact route (racing across a major highway at 10pm at night) from Grandma’s to our house and how he got in through the window head first, leaving his pants stuck in the window.

Two years later I get a call from the kid’s park summer program, my son disappeared, they’ve called the police. My heart stops again, but I’m thinking back to what happened earlier and I’m praying that he’s just up to something and someone hasn’t snatched him. I tell them to be sure to have the police check my house and his father’s apartment. I leave work early and agree to meet the police at the park. Just as I begin talking to the park director, he gets a call from the police, they found him at his father’s apartment. The park director gives the phone to me and the police officer tells me that my son broke into the apartment through an unlocked window, what did I want to do? Did I want them to give him a ride in the back of the squad, the full treatment? YES! So they give him a ride in the back of the squad, as if they were arresting him for breaking and entering. My son swears they handcuffed him, but I think he is just embellishing the story. The police bring him to the park and one of the officers takes him aside for a chat, explains that they are releasing him to me and that if he ever breaks the law again, he WILL go to jail. My son gives me that smirky smirk thing he does when he’s all proud of himself and he’s in trouble.

This photo was probably from his 2nd birthday. The kid still loves to get all dressed up. Before winter break we had our annual meeting at his school and funny how he suddenly didn't have any clean clothes other than his dress shirt and dockers. His teachers were impressed, he just did his smirky smirk thing, thinking he put one over on the teachers. We had our meeting and everything was fine. For some reason every year he thinks he's in trouble when I have to go for 'the annual meeting'. This year he had to attend because they require 8th graders on up to attend.

Lola's Diner
©2008

Blagojevich on the wrong planet?

'Wrong Planet' If He Is Guilty Courtesy of The Chicago Sun Times.

Speaking to a reporter, Blagojevich, referring to the charges against him, said "If somehow that's impeachable, then I'm on the wrong planet and I'm living in the wrong place,". Is there a parallel universe where it's ok to sell a senate seat and engage in pay to play politics? Maybe Blagojevich should go in search of it. Leonard Nimoy is still around, maybe he and Blagojevich could go In Search of that parallel universe. Maybe they'll find it next to the Bermuda Triangle.



From the article, "Blagojevich attorney Ed Genson said he will provide the committee with a list of 25 of Blagojevich's accomplishments that will render the idea of impeachment ridiculous, according to Channel 7." What the freak does it matter what Blagojevich's accomplishments are? If he did something illegal, doesn't it cloud the integrity of those accomplishments?

The article also said, "Blagojevich said the wiretap recordings show him working for the people of the state." I didn't know you had to swear like that to work for the people.

Blagojevich has lost his filter. Does he even think before he opens his mouth?

You know, you couldn't even make this stuff up.

Lola's Diner
©2008

Sharing Even More Love II

Thank you to Jean at The Skinny Queen for my second Proximidade Award this week.

The award states "This blog invests and believes the PROXIMITY - nearness in space, time and relationships! These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."

I’m passing this award on to the 8 recipients listed below. Please feel free to pass it on and share the love.

Here my recipients (in no particular order)!

Fidget at Finding Yourself Despite Yourself
Kadi at A Womb at the Inn (sane)
Shauni at Juggling Teens
Lynne at Life After Work
I'm The Loud Friend
A Second Cup
Tamika at Random Chitchat
Lori at Confessions of a Baltimore Housewife

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©2008

It's Ok To Wish Me A Merry Christmas, Seriously

The kids and I were watching "Family Man" on Abc Family Channel tonight and a commercial came on for buttons and stickers that say, and I'm NOT joking here, "It's Ok to Wish Me A Merry Christmas". Besides the commercial being less than timely (it IS the day AFTER Christmas today), I just found it a bit disturbing.

Why must we wear a button or display a sticker on our car stating that "It's Ok to Wish Me A Merry Christmas"?
WTF?
How sad, that if you don't celebrate, or are not Christian, that you can't just POLITELY say, "thank you" or "same to you".
Or simply, but politely not reply at all?
I mean for cryin out loud, it's not like someone is wishing you some horrible, heinous, awful thing.
When did a simple politeness become such a rare commodity?
Do you really have to ‘come from the same place’ to be gracious when someone extends a holiday greeting?

I did a little research online and found several different varieties of “It’s Ok to Wish Me A Merry Christmas” buttons and stickers. Turns out some of these are church fundraiser items. I won’t begrudge the church for making a buck, but I also found these on a website that is not at all friendly to gays and lesbians. Maybe I just woke up from under a rock, but I wasn’t aware of this campaign that apparently has been going on since at least 2006.

I’m not Jewish, nor am I African American, but I can recall many times when I was wished a “Happy Hanukkah” or “Happy Kwanza”.
Was I offended?
Of course not.
Was I rude?
Of course not.
A simple “thank you” or “same to you” was my reply.
How hard is that to do, really?

Maybe I just watched to many heartwarming holiday movies, but seriously, do we really need these stickers and buttons?

Lola's Diner
©2008