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Sometimes…

Women are just dumb. And Nick Coleman gets off on it.

I had a nice two page rant on it, but it sounded dumb, so I deleted it and did a nice arm workout. (If you must know, three sets of ten reps with five pounds each: lying press, lateral press, lying fly, arm rises, lying triceps extensions, and bicep curls.)

Killing two birds with one stone…

Two ground breaking news stories broke this week. Hugh Hefner wants to father a child by his main squeeze, Holly. And Hillary Clinton wants to run for President.

Hef and Hill have a problem. Hef will have to decide what to do with the other “Girls Next Door.” Hill has to decide what to do with Bill.

The solution? Hill should hire Bill to be in charge of the envelope stuffers. Solves the campaigning issue. Then Hill should hire the other two of Hef’s girlfriends to stuff the envelopes.*

*note, I am not advocating extramarital sex, rather commenting that the news timing seems too perfect to pass up a comment on. Also, I hear that the “What to do with Bill” issue was mentioned on the NARN show on Saturday, but I was in the Salon and missed that hour.

A “Simpsons” moment

Though you did call my fellow blonde, I am not referring to your family this time. In “The Simpsons” they have this Masonic Cult called “The Stone Cutters,” that control the way things work in Springfield. And also, the Republicans, namely, Burns, Dracula, the Arnold figure, and a few others fix the elections. Why am I bringing this up?

I am sick and tired of two families running things. No, I don’t give a lot of credit to the greater conspiracy theories of loonies, but, in my life, there has not been a time where a Bush or Clinton were not in public office. Well, perhaps a year or to, but you get the point.

I am ready for change. Please give me change. Please give me a candidate who is going to bring new and fresh blood into the White House. No, I’m not going to vote for Obama-rama-sounds-like-a-terrorist for his newness and freshness. But, come on, we can think of other names besides “Bush” and “Clinton” and members of their administrations.

I’m not ready to call it a conspiracy yet, but if one looks at the past thirty years, one could understand why I might lean in that direction. (Though I think it would be fun to put the Illuminati into darkness.)

As Vox Day says…

On such an ongoing basis that I’m not going to bother to link to a particular post: If you’re getting raped, you may as well lay back and enjoy it. (Vox’s blog .)

Families and troops of 1/34 ID feel, well, raped by the powers that be in Washington, so I’m going to add some perspective.

So, some perspective is in order.

It is not the fault of the Star Tribune, WCCO, or whichever the media outlet individuals got the extension news from. It is the fault of the Pentagon. The Strib, ‘CCO and others are in the business of breaking news and they genuinely did not know we did not know. The media were behaving in the manner that acts in their own self interest. That is the beauty of capitalism. We all have to act in our own self interest.

The second thing to keep in perspective, the MNNG were in Bosnia and other “safer” areas during the earlier years of the Iraq War, and so, as an entity it is our turn to do Iraq Duty.

The third thing, you can’t extend the orders of guys who have been in Iraq two, three, four tours.

The forth, the powers that be are telling the families our guys are the largest brigade in Iraq.

The fifth, it is cheaper to keep guys there then train new guys.

So, we’re just an easy target.

As much as I would love to really blow up at anyone and everyone, at this point it is not productive. What we, the families need to do is support each other so we don’t bog down our troops and rub our salt into their wounds. This is one of those times where we can be honest with our soldiers how shitty this news is, but they are not doing well because they are cut off from their primary support systems at home. As we heard at the FRG meeting I went to on Saturday, we need to suck it up and try to be as uplifting as we can.

To Don Shelby…

Thanks for the apology.

More on my feelings…

Well, instead of being really naughty and indulging in chocolate, I purchased a pair of sized 8 jeans, and worked out for an hour. Not as satisfying as chocolate, but I still feel OK.

Here’s something quoting Norm Coleman that sums up a lot of what I feel:

My favorite quotes:
From the article: Coleman said he met with members of the combat team during a visit to Iraq last month, and "they told me how excited they were to see their families, to return to their employers, and to rejoin their communities at the end of their scheduled deployment in March. They deserve better than to find out just two short months before their planned return that their tours will be extended ..."

And to Defense Secretary Gates: "To find out that their soldier's stay has been extended is heartbreaking. To find out by watching the news on TV is completely unacceptable. Your office appears to have omitted the very basic step of giving the Minnesota National Guard advance notification so they could be prepared to help these families."

An 18 month deployment is a very long time. And that is going to turn into between 21 and 22 months. My feelings of disappointment should not be described by “Well, it’s a volunteer military and you asked for it,” or “you just don’t believe in the mission enough.” There comes a time when the cheerleading propaganda doesn’t work. And order extensions are one of those times.

I just like waking up next to my husband more then I like the mission.

Orders

So after hearing this news ; we have received confirmation from the chain of command that Josh’s orders have been extended until July 2007. Note the order of events in the sentence: AFTER the Star Tribune announced the news THEN the chain of command gave us confirmation.

And, depending on how I weigh in tonight, I have decided to have some Ghirardelli "Square" Caramel Hot Chocolate . (The Star Tribune does have its uses…)

Not that I’m a moral authority

It isn’t that I’m a moral authority because my husband is deployed, but I want to opine on the speeches tonight.

1. Bush didn’t say anything new or unexpected
2. The Democrats didn’t say anything new or unexpected
3. President John… um… the Senator from Arizona seems happy (no I am not making an endorsement, rather an observation)

I, of course, am rather indifferent and sick and tired of the entire debate. And as I was telling my friend M, I am one of those old school war people. Bomb the panties off of everyone, destroy a lot, forget about this hearts and minds crap, and build the country in our image.

And before I start my usual chicken hawk deal, I’m going to turn on “E.” There HAS to be some sort of celebrity gossip I missed out on to be an informed citizen. A girl has to have her priorities.

A useful skill I picked up in college…

One of my bad deployment habits is sleeping with the TV on. I picked this up in college when my roommates were away for weekends at their various pursuits. Something I learned, however, was how to take apart a TV and VCR to retrieve tapes. So, my bedroom TV has been giving me grief for a few months now… therefore, I elected to take the TV apart tonight. Sure enough there are tons of spider webs on the inside and some screwed up springs. Not that I know what the springs do or anything, but they’re broken. (Side note to men who think that I *wouldn’t* take apart a TV, and be smart enough to insure that I didn’t snap the wires that connect the screen to the whats-it-called, I didn’t pull the screen that far apart to do any damage personally.)

So, one needs to go find a small bedroom TV tomorrow… and deposit the current issue in the pile of electronic things for Josh to recycle when he gets home. I know better then to get rid of electronic things myself…

Yup, I took apart the TV, saw that the innards were broken, and decided not to fix it.

The things women do when their husbands are not at home to supervise…