Lies, Deceit, Cover-Ups- Palin is the grandma

We've had enough lies, deceit and cover-ups with Bush and Cheney administration.


Palin seems equipped to continue the deceit.


Palin was in Texas delivering the keynote speech at an energy conference when she says she went into early labor to her special needs child. Instead of going to a hospital she hopped a flight from Texas to Alaska. That flight would be about 6 hours.

The rule of thumb is, each child you give birth to, comes faster than the last. After 4 kids baby number 5 should have popped out. She got on a flight and none of the airline personnel were aware she was pregnant or in labor.

Then she goes back to work 3 days after giving birth.

http://www.adn.com/626/story/382864.html


This all sounds bizarre. It makes more sense if Palin is covering up and pretending the babe is hers when it is really her 16 year old daughters.

We are no longer in the 40's/50's. What is the point of the lies? Is this just something the non-sex having pro-life folks do? If its true we'll know for sure that McCain is an idiot. He didn't even take time to google the woman. If you google her, you will find that these questions have existed since April 2008.

TR for VICE PRESIDENT

We used to joke that TR was going to be Obama's running mate.

With the pick of Palin, I now realize that I should have given TR's name to McCain. She's a proven fighter, a change agent. Being born isn't easy. You have to be the one sperm out of the masses to reach the egg. You have to survive as your mommie's natural body chemistry attempts to destroy you. She has changed a lot since moving in with us, she's added hours of fun.

The only difference bewteen TR and Palin is TR probably would have turned the position down. Although she could appeal to women and the youth vote, she'd likely tell McCain it would be unfair to leave the country in the hands of someone unprepared to run a country.

I won't be voting for McCain but if he happened to win, is it really fair to put Palin in charge of the country he says he puts first. Everyone better get their 5 million together and bank it overseas.

Ick on Solange

I'm sure its hard being straight up and down skinny when your sister is curvy Beyonce. But being rude for no reason and lacking the skills to be rude while still coming off as sweet shows she needs Papa Knowles to train her in media savvy.

Check out "Solange's Akward Moment" http://www.fox5vegas.com/video/17313509/index.html

By the By, she called Jay Z her brother-in-law. Was she trying to give their 'secret' away?

Let Us Pray- My Confessions

I need to better with discipline. Discpline is key. At church Sunday, a visiting minister said "Destiny requires discipline."

I have a vision of my Bel Air home and discipline is the only thing that has prevented me from already owning it.

I don't believe there is anything I (or anyone else) can't achieve, its a matter of being willing to go after it and going after it with diligence.

My brother recently got the permits and approvals he needed to start a particular business. Everyone- including the folks who have to issue the approvals- has been quite surprised by how smoothly he went through the process. It usually takes folks a few years to get through. He is diligent and disciplined as a habit and got through each phase in under the timelines. This is also a business where lots of folks finish the process than lose their licenses because they don't remain disciplined.

I think my being the youngest affected my discipline. My mom is exceedingly discplined and organized. She is on top of everything. My sister is disciplined and organized. My brother does go on hiatus every now and again but he works so hard doing his up times that things don't fall apart when he shuts down. My father is disciplined in regards to certain things, most specifically his health. He eats healthy, works out and keeps active.

I think my lack of discipline is more about birth order. The youngest sorta floats.

I too can be disciplined. I'm not, but I can be.

While I could and want to hold TR all day, I want her to learn discipline through my example. Mr A is super duper disciplined but I don't want her to associate discipline as solely a man quality . One thing I realize about being disciplined is the people who have it, make the job they are doing look easy. Folks will want what they have and not realize they are actually consistent in keeping it easy.

My mom used to work at a school and she made her job look super easy. One of the young teachers went back to school and got a Masters so she could get the job my mom had. She was actually plotting. My mother was offered another position at a different school, which she gladly took and the young teacher became the resource specialist.

After a few months the older teachers told my mom that the young teacher was overwhelmed in that position. Her case load was huge and it was hugely time consuming. That young teacher didn't know that if my mom can't sleep, she doesn't lay there wishing for sleep. She gets up and does something that needs to be done. She didn't percieve her job to be 8:30 to 2:45. She didn't put anything off. She'd work from 9 p.m. to 1 a.m. without complaint. She was organized, disciplined and diligent.

She never looks at anyone else and complains about what they aren't doing, she'll just do it and keep moving. I've never heard her blame anyone for why something didn't get done. She will figure out a way to make it happen. My brother is the same way.

That is discipline. That is how I'm going to be. Self-disciplined. When you are disciplined you don't have to suffer the consequences of a lack of discipline.

What are we praying for? No, not that I'll be disciplined. I know God has given me the strength to do it. It's on me to do it. We're praying that these folks quit acting silly and stingy and this case settles for a huge amount, and I can move on with my life.

Crack Wacks

I'd like to send my thanks once again to my dear cousin who shared this laugh with me.

Apparently Jo Jo, crack and concert tours don't mix well.

Hillarious!!!!!


Hurry, you know how folks like to demand the funniest stuff be removed.

Man Shortage

I now know why Atlanta is experiencing a man shortage.

Some women apparently have a husband, a boyfriend and "company".
http://www.ajc.com/metro/content/metro/atlanta/stories/2008/08/22/boyfriend_confronts_couple.html?imw=Y

The Next Time..........

I have $1000 to burn, this is where I will be. Then I'll take myself to lunch. The total will probably be @$600, but I need $1000 to burn because I like to have money left over.

http://www.damoneroberts.com

I'll let an ar-tist go at my brows.


http://www.warrentricomi.com.

I want a great cut.

Domestic Designs

One of my desires is to be a domestic (looking for any word other than Diva, why are folks who label themselve diva generally uncute?) ...................... powerhouse.

Last night I made shrimp and sausage jambalya from scratch. Zatarains mix stayed on the shelf. For dessert I made Oreo Cookie Ice Cream Pie. I even made us a late lunch. I'm doing quite well in my homemaker goals. Mr A loved everything I made.

My ultimate goal is to be the mommy that prepares breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks for her kids. When we were kids we only ate out on Saturdays, after events, and never fast food. My grandmother loved to cook and and my mother always had something prepared for us.

I know we had fast food chains as children, but for some reason it seemed like folks had more time back then. Maybe its because my mom and grandmothers were stay at home folks. I look at kids now and they are always in a rush. Eating in the car and running busy lives.

When we were in Jr. High, my mom would make us sandwiches to eat on our way to our afterschool piano lessons. Other than that, when we were out, we'd stop at a park and have a little picnic. She seemed to have so much time, just for us kids.

My grandmothers always had full meals with left overs prepared everyday, except Saturday. Now wives- including me- are bringing home food to feed the family. Is there r eally less time? Are we just worse at managing it? What the heck is going on?

I also want to be great at keeping the family organized. My mom said kids like structure so I'm sure that's why she was so together raising stairstep kids. Being a classroom teacher to 30 kids prior to having her own probably gave her invaluable experience in organizing us.

I want to give my child(ren) the type of childhood I had.

Before TR arrived, I had visions of my baby in the back of the car, in her car seat, kicking her feet and making baby noises. I also envisioned the baby in sunglasses- I have yet to find a pair for her. Now I envision her with her a sippy cut, dropping crumbs and saying baby words. I envision her and our other children having conversations and me chuckling at how kids operate. I envision all this happening in our Bel Air and Oakland Hills home.

Mr A and I have concluded that we're going to live in both cities.

These are my domestic and family designs.

Laboring

S30's posts inspired me to pick up a formal prayer journal. I've had it nearly a month and have yet to write. Rome wasn't built in a day. I used to write in my 'faith book' but it was nothing major. It had things like monthly facials. At over $100 for a service, plus plane ticket, car rental and hotel- it took faith to believe I could keep that up.

I think writing my prayers and then reviewing them will be a great thing. Most things are a process it's sorta easy to forget where you started from.

S3o posted something today that also inspired me. Something like labor is intense but you know you are about to deliver.

I've been dreading starting back to work and having to get back on this time intensive case. The other party wants to settle but I haven't even been willing to call to get on that. I will do it today.

Thanks S30!!

Mommy Leave

I've been enjoying my time off so much that I don't want to return to work life.

I stopped working for about 9 months starting a little before Mr A and I got married, after a few months I wante to exercise the brain cells beyond dinner preparations.

I can hold TR all day so this time off is much different. I've decided to work 3 days a week, which includes a 1/2 day of work on Friday. I might have Saturday hours as well. That schedule will leave no time for slacking.

I've had my work on hold since mid-April. I'm scheduled to retun in September. In my mid-twenties mode of thinking, I'd be back at work already but 1) if I was dead folks would move on like I'd never lived and 2) TR is my top priority child now. I luvvs the kiddies, but I've got my own now.

Fortunately I can make most of my appearances by phone, so I can stay home. But the mental seperation will be trying.

I thing being a mom is going to make me rougher and less inclined to BS. That's a good thing.

Live and Let Die- an ode to old wives

I get a lot of folks who come to my blog via a search on 'old mammas.' When I was a kid my grandmother and mother informed me that folks who have their first baby when old are generally overprotective and act as if their baby will break. They can sometimes act as if they are the first woman in the universe to have a child.

My aunt is raising her grandchild because her daughter passed said, you can tell the difference because the young mothers take their babies into the world earlier.

This post is about women who wed when old. I was also an older bride. Old brides can be the worst. A proposal and 4 days of marriage can often make them believe they are a relationship expert. If you ask them why if they know so much they were single so long- after they curse you out they will explain they had not met one they were compatible with.

Yet in the breath before that, they tell other women they are single because they are broken, don't know how to recoginze, get or keep a good man.

Get it? They were old brides because they were choosy, but you are single because you aren't
fab and well-adjusted like they are. Either way you lose they win.

Then some old brides will beat the word and variations of the word husband bloody. They forget you knew their hubby name before he was husband. He lost it, because she needs her M.R.S. to be acknowledged.

That's as dumb as me calling myself doctor 'cause I have a doctorate, if someone needs medical attention, my title means 0 to them. Just like folks M.R.S. means 0 to anyone other than their mate.

What the hades I care about someone's opinion on marriage? I don't own any stock in the general institution. I don't need others to desire it to validate me. Heck they'll probably be more same sex marriages in CA than opposite. I'm not offended by how folks choose to configure their stuff. How am I personally affected if people think marriage is .......... whatever they think it is. It's all ego.

Antyway, these are just my random observations. I try not to be that annoying know it all and let folks live and let my opinion (cuz everyone has one) die. I'm about to make lunch for me and my husband( pronounced huz-band, please elongate the z)

Stuff

I try to post about other stuff.

Then- just like now- I look at my baby strech in her sleep and its curtains for any other thoughts.

I listen to her make her cooing sounds and its a mommy post. Then she wakes up and it sit her on my knees and she looks at me and moves her mouth, (I think in imitation of my mouth) as I'm talking to her and that's how I want to spend my day. She smiles and laughs, even if its sometimes gas, and I feel like I won a billion dollars. I would say a million but ya'll know a billion is the new black.

HighLife

Mr A and I went to Oakland on Friday. His fantasy football league met in Sac on Saturday, so TR and I got to spend time with my mom and siblings. Mr A's fantasy league friends are the same guys from his yearly ski trip. The same group he was skiing with when we met.

I had planned to give TR a bath before we left home but that didn't work out. On Saturday I told my mom she needed a bath and asked if she had a tub we could use. Solution: my mom helped me take a bath with TR. She brought her in once I was situated and got her out when TR was squeaky clean. That bath was so much fun. That was living the high life. TR got to play in the water and she seemed to enjoy herself too. She loves bath time.

Once TR got out, I made the water piping hot and got some nice relaxation time.

We're that family that comes together after church every Sunday for dinner. After dinner my brother and I decided to venture over to the home of my mom's newest neighbor. Her former neighbor died and the new folks bought last month. They were having a housewarming and had a fire truck parked at the house. After the truck was there an hour I figured the new owner must be a fireman.

The new neighbors are a cute young couple. She a nurse and he a fireman. There were lots of young fireman and about 3 young women. Perhaps they'll get married and have kids soon, then TR will have a playmate when she visits her grandma.

First of All...... I'm The Bomb

I am the bomb- I know this and am not scared to acknowledge this, but I also love the part of Brandy's song where she sings those words. Check it out, its linked on the side, Then she goes through the numbers on the 'LIST'. CUTE!!

I've been a Brandy fan since watching her first video on 'The Box". Whatever happened to the Box? I loved that channel. I just read the wiki snippet. MTV/Viacom bought the box. Smart move because I quit watching MTV once the box started. Box was real music all the time. MTV was falling off even in the 90's. I remember the Box had interviews with TLC, College Boyz and other groups before the overcontrolled radio and music t.v. got them. Those first interviews would be so very different than when MTV got them.

Thank goodness for the internet. Once again real artists can get out there. We're no longer stuck with just the artists labels and radio decide to force on us.
You gotta go to youtube and check out the videos by souljaboy and ice-t, on their beef. They are both idiots. Its evident that the beats are what sells, much of the music lyrics are a waste of pen to paper. Victimizing trees- needlessly.

For Rich or Richer

Shaunie and Shaq are on the mend.

http://www.palmbeachpost.com/state/content/gen/ap/BKN_ONeal_Divorce.html

Some folks just need a little distance to recognize what's up. Get it together!!

Girls Day Out

TR, our borrow child-girl and I had girls day starting Tuesday.

Mr A picked up his goddaughter on Tuesday and we proceeded to hang out.

One of our events included some time at Kenneth Hahn Park. This is a cute park and the idea is great. However, I'm from Oakland- land of the Oak, and am used to natural parks, mountains and real redwood forests and oak trees. We are blessed to have the Bay and the Mountains within eye sight of each other. The bay breeze and the trees helps it remain cooler in the mountains, making outdoor activity more pleasurable. I'm sure developers will destroy it in the next 20 years but I grew up with that. The Kenneth Hahn park was a cute man-made take on a real park, and I tried not to turn my nose up.

Us girls walked along the manmade stream and waterfall. It's quite lovely visually. The only problem was the litter bug people. We didn't get as far as the man made lake.

The goal of being at the Park, was to attend a Mocha Mom meeting. That goal will have to be fulfilled another day.

We spent two days at American Girl Place. Our borrow child loved that place- it was her first time going. I love it too. Mr A wanted to buy her a doll last Christmas but I told him those dolls would be to expensive for her mother to maintain.

I told my own mother that I want her to take TR (when she is older) and me there for high tea. When I explained the whole concept to my mother, especially the doll hospital, pricey hair salon, and a restaurant that provides chairs and place settings for the dolls she asked me if I was in Beverly Hills. She liked it and said she would come.

We hit the Grove before 2 p.m on Wednesday and I figured that would be a good time. It was not, the place was packed. On Tuesday we were there closer to 5 and it was fairly quiet. One of the best things about my work schedule is being able to avoid after work crowds, however it seems like everybody is on the same work schedule at the spots I like to frequent, so I'm still battling for parking spaces and such.

I had a fun day hanging with the girls and doing girl stuff. I had a baby and a 10 year old. That's a great mixture. The 10 year old was a great help and made transporting the babe much easier.

Westside Insulation

I think I posted about my opposition to the city of L.A. banning fast food chains in certain areas of the city. Well yesterday at church my eyes were assaulted and I realized how the ban might be beneficial. I am no longer opposed.

On Friday I met up with Marvelous Mwabi- who was here visiting from KY. We journeyed to a cute little area in L.A. and had a Jamba Juice. We stopped in Pinkberry but I'm only willing to eat there if I have a coupon.

I remember yogurt shops were popular when I was a kid. They disappeared but just like the 80's fashion, they are making a comeback. Unlike the yogurt spots of my childhood, the Pink.berry prices are ridiculous, especially considering how small the fruit is. A shaved ice is $7.25.

TR and I enjoyed spending the afternoon with Mrs. Mwabi. Heyyyyy Mwabi.

On Saturday we hosted another bar-b-que. The turn out was good but we still have meat for days. Mr A started preparing his bbq sauce on Friday and it was a major hit.

TR was invited to her first party so before she and I went to our own q, we went to the 1st birthday celebration of our neighbor. TR slept through it but I had a nice time. The cupcakes were fantastic. I realize I'm not the youngest mom but those moms were even longer in tooth. It appears we won't be the oldest parents dropping our kids off at kindergarten.

Life on the Westside is so different. I witnessed two women comparing their boob jobs and looking at the lines where the doctors cut. These two women were married, in their 40's and had kids around 9.

As we were leaving church on Sunday, the woman sitting next to Mr A, told me I had a fine baby. I guess she appreciated the lack of crying. TR gave one little scream but that was all. After church we attempted to visit our borrow children. They weren't home.

We stopped by the borrow kids grandmothers house and she proceeded to inform me that the fat of bearing children would hit me when I got older. She told me I'd gotten hippy. I've always had hips, and a trunk of junk. Then she told me I had a bit of a tummy. I didn't point out that she was holding my infant which would explain my bit of tummy.

Thank goodness I'm not self conscience or of thin skin. I just think she was peeved that she couldn't look at me and say 'wow' you fell apart like my daughters did.'

My Life in the Sunshine

California Sunshine that is.

I don't want your life. I'm loving the one I'm living. I have total control (as strengthed by God) over my life. So if I thought your life was so worthy of having I'd get out my xerox and copy it.

Everynow and again I'll discuss with one of my California born and bred folks about how we'd hate to live somewhere else. Else does not including NYC, Paris, Tokyo, type places. We'll discuss the few folks who moved hollering about the hig cost of living and an inability to get A, B or C done. Ironically they usually go wherever they go and still live regular lives. Basically we wouldn't go somewhere based on a low cost of living. We'd rather earn more money.

Then I'll recall a discussion I had where someone said they didn't know how folks could live in places like CA, DC, NYC. I was perplexed and after some dialogue, I realized they really had a true affection for their location. They weren't there by default. Part of the discussion included silly stuff like folks in these cities eat bologna sandwhiches while they can go out to dine. But I'll let that part go. Folks who are trained to think poor think everyone is poor

I was listening to the radio last night. The host has a blog and people were arguing about the best whiskey. I guess the fight turned ugly. Her response was, "whatever Whiskey you like best, is the best whiskey."

When I'm judging folks I try to recognize that my preference does not need to be what everyone elsr prefers. They are not wrong, pitiful, classless or whatever for having a different opinion.

God did not make us originals so we could spend our time becoming a copy.

I still talk about folks, but I do it with these guidelines in mind.

What the HAY?

Yesterday at the grocery store I picked up a magazine on grilling. I figured it would be about 5 dollars. I got home, looked at the reciept and saw $9.95. I will definitely utilize these recipes. They look pretty tasty.

I had fun visiting Mr A at practice. He introduced TR to the other coaches and kids. The boys were doing some type of drill. I watched as 50 or so boys ran towards my baby at their top speed as Mr A held her. That startled me for a moment. I just had to hope none of them lost balance. Mr A gave TR instructions on how to yell at the kids when she coached them. I thought that was prety funny. I love listening to their conversations.

TR and I went to Kmart in what ended as an unsucessful search to find her a few elastic headbands. Nothing big, just the thin little satin bands. After being in the store 5 minutes, she demanded food. I went into the dressing room to nurse. She took her sweet time dining.

Later on we hit the grocery store, our final stop. She had started screaming around Wilshire and Labrea (I think that was Labrea) and it got louder as I pulled into the garage of the grocery store. She ate again as we sat in the car. All these food breaks prolonged our time out.

TR and I got home after 7 p.m. yesterday. Mr A prepared a wonderfully tasty meal of grilled steak with carmelized peppers and some sort of wine reduction- his own creation with pasta and green beans on the side. I adore green beans. I'll have to step it up tonight. I already have lunch figured out but dinner is a mystery to me.

I might actually enjoy going to football practice. I even ran into another wife that I knew and we chatted. She was waiting in her car. She is mom to 4 kids and her 4th was a preemie girl. It was nice talking to her. I took my lawn mat yesterday but in the future I'll take the lawn chair, my book and snacks. We'll have a once a week- summertime picnic.

Days Of Our Lives

I had court in the Bay on Monday (yesterday) so Mr A and I decided that TR and I would make an extended weekend up there. I got to spend time with my mom who I miss and she got to spend time with TR- whom she misses. On Friday TR (her first flight) and I went to Oakland. TR was a great on the plane. I saw those folks with the looks of dread, fearing we'd sit near them. HA! Before that flight was over we were recieving smiles and questions.

My mom picked us up at the airport. Her usual airport greeting includes an instruction for whatever child to kiss her. I had TR in her sling and this time she told me to hand her over. TR has an Oakland car seat/stroller (gift from my father) and an L.A. car seat/stroller (gift from my mother) so my mother held her while I got the seat-I'd never seen and hadn't read up on- adjusted. I had to wake my mother up at midnight to demand my kiss.

I finally got to see the diaper cake my sister gave us. It was packed with treats and quite lovely. It's also about 6 tiers so we'll bring it home the next time Mr A comes to Oakland. My brother's godmother also gave us gifts of clothes. I didn't check bags, and came back with so much for TR that I had to leave my own clothes in Oakland.

Saturday was the Cancer Relay walk with my sorority. I attended with my sister and cousin. The event was lots of fun. Hanging with the ladies is always ripe for good times. I got to catch up with my cousin who is home from med school and I got the latest gossip. The sorors didn't get to meet TR because she was home with my mom.

Prior to going to the walk, my cousins and aunt stopped by to see TR. TR loves people so they all had a good time. Sunday she got to meet the folks at church and a couple of my mom's cousins from Florida who happened to be there. She was surrounded by folks and handled herself very well. She tried to meet and greet everyone.

On Monday she came to court with me. They usually ban babies but they let her stay inside. At one point she made a litttle noise and the baliff made my mom take her into the interview room. I hadn't planned to go back to work so soon but the client did a little pleading as he apologized for jacking up my mommy leave. I wasn't about to leave TR at home so he got the both of us. I'd been continuing the matter since June and having other folks appear for me, but it was time to move forward.

I've been having a bit of a love hate, more hate relationship with Mr's A football coaching. This football is a true committment of time. It's worse than a job -to me- but he loves it and he feels he is having an impact on some ruffian kids- black boys lives.

Anyway........ I've decided to be more supportive, incorporate football into my life, and get more sun. The school is near a great shopping area, its near quite a few hollywood hot spots. I'd name them but ya'll know some bloggers get too involved in the story. I may even start taking snacks for the kids and coaches.

Today I'm going to try and find TR a skirt to go with the lovely onesies my sis got her at our Centennial Celebration. I'll likely stop by the book store and then TR and I will be going to watch Mr A coach those boys.

Mr A is grilling steaks later this evening, so I'll go pick those up on the way home. Thanks to the heat and his love of cooking Mr A is doing lots of grilling.

This morning we recieved a package. My brother who is in NYC, overnighted us Red Velvet Cake from Make My Cake.

He said the owner threw a mini fit when she discovered his plan. The owner said the cake is made fresh and they had not perfected a shipping technique to maintain that freshness and taste. She did not want them shipped and told him that he should have told her his plan before he bought them. That is loving her profession- she wants to guarantee the taste.. I noticed the shipping cost was a little over $40. That's a good brother I've got. I cringe every time I use a 42 cent stamp. He also overnighted my mom a whole cake.

And these are the Days of Our Lives.

Golly Gosh

It's August 1st.

Time is flying by at Concorde jet speed.