The Car Industry Bail-Out...I don't think so..

It really irks my butt to see the head muckety-mucks of the car industry sitting in front of Congress whining like a pack of babies. If you ask me (and no one did), when you own a company and run it into the ground with poor management and an inferior product, don't come crying to taxpayers to pull your ass out of the sling. That's not what government funds are about; hell, I don't know even know why Congress is having those hearings. This is a bigger joke than when all those multimillionaire baseball players testified concerning their own use of steroids. What in thunderation does the Federal government have to do with that?? Baseball should regulate baseball, not the Fed.

Yeh, I know, I know...all those good folks will lose their jobs if the auto industry goes tits up. I truly hate that for those people. No one wants that kind of sword dangling over their heads. But enough is enough.

Let the auto industry file bankruptcy and reorganize. Rehire laid-off works as they are able, and for heaven's sake fire the Board of Directors that allowed atrocious bonuses and perks to be distributed with no thought of what the future may hold. Some folks in this country need to have a message sent to them. Unfortunately that hard-working man/woman will have to hear the message too; but the American people cannot afford to continue to bail-out company after company because of poor management. There ain't a damned thing about this situation that's fair. Not a damned thing.

Election Done...And Our Country Will Be Fine...

Well, the election is over....thank the Lord. Barack Obama has won and was gracious and kind to the man he defeated. John McCain lost and was gracious and kind to the man who won. Good for them. Our country could use a whole lot more graciousness and kindness.

This campaign seemed to bring out the uglies in just about everyone. The "you're either for us or agin us" attitude could be found in every nook and cranny of every state.

Here's my own opinion on it...and humble it surely is. For a myriad of reasons I did not vote for President-Elect Obama. I have long been an admirer of Sen. John McCain....and I am a Republican (much to the great consternation of my children, who think their Mom is somewhat touched in the head). That's ok.

Even though the candidate I supported did not bring home the victory, I, unlike some of my Republican brethren, am not the least bit concerned. I believe Barack Obama is a good man, as is John McCain. I've no doubt Pres.-Elect Obama will do his very best for this country. He's a fresh young face, perhaps what our country needed.

I believe this beloved country of ours is far greater than the men who sit in the Oval Office. Americans have proven time and time again we are a strong and sturdy bunch. We've had lousy Presidents in our history....and in over 200 years since our fledgling government was established, no one man has succeeded in ending the sense of hope, pride and courage that rests between our borders and beyond.

So to President Elect Barack Obama and his family...you have my warmest congratulations. Godspeed to you as you start down this history making road. Senator John McCain...return to the Senate, and continue to fight the good fight. We are a country of fighters..and we need you now more than ever.

Everyone needs to take a big deep breath and bask in the glow of a job well done by all of us. We're Americans and we've earned it.

BEIJING, CONVENTIONS AND OTHER MUSINGS..

The Beijing Games are over and I kind of miss them...and kind of not. I guess this time I was more or less a fair weather Olympic watcher. I love to swim, so watching Michael Phelps breaking records right and left to become the winningest Gold Medal Olympian....ever.....was a thrill. You'd have to be one hard hearted old bastard not to appreciate the discipline and sheer tenacity Phelps and his teammates put on display during the swimming competition. And what about runner Usain Bolt from Jamaica...he was just beyond belief. Everyone else appeared to be standing still beside him.

Week two of the games found me less enthusiastic, but I managed to watch a competition or two here and there. The ladies beach volleyball team Gold Medal was a thrill to see. And by the way....did any of you really think the Chinese girl's gymnasts were 16 years old. I thought not.

I cannot say I was all that thrilled with opening and closing ceremonies. With deepest apologies to all of you who found it spectacular, I found it be wayyyyyy overly nationalistic (albeit colorful). When Beijing was granted the 2008 Summer Games, I was personally against it, and I stand by my feelings on the matter. The Chinese government is still the great intimidator of its people. It remains to be seen if hosting the Olympic Games will bring about any kind of change with the powers that be.

This week is the Democratic National Convention...otherwise known as Bill and Hill take Denver without firing a single shot. I thought dragging poor old Ted Kennedy outta his hospital bed to unite the floundering faithful was a bit over the top......but oh noooooo.......the Bill and Hill show topped it all. Really...my all time favorite moment...my very favorite...was when Bill mouthed "I Love You Forever..." to Hill just as the camera found him. There you go...timing is everything. Bill had his turn at the podium last night. Thus, two of the biggest hounddogs in democratic history (not counting JFK) had the faithful dems crying in their beer and swearing allegiance to just about anything. Now unless you think me biased.....I am a Republican right down to my large sized panties....so just you wait until next week and the Repubs hustle up John McCain and his POW stories. Now that's drama. Stay tuned folks.

Ray and I traveled last weekend to Kamp L with Ozzy. Grandson Oz is two years old...and I'm telling you he's feeling it. We made it home pooped....but we had a good time nonetheless. Now we have to find some special time for Odie Bug...he's only 14 months old...so that mission is slightly easier...and Odie still naps! Hooray!

Obviously I'm not the most regular of bloggers...but I do try and add a bit here and there. I think of things all the time I would like to write about, and then by the time I get to the computer the thought is gone. Comes from being 53 I think. Or maybe its just me.

Anywho...for all who dark in this door...thank you. Leave me a comment or two. And be polite please. As Tigger would say....TTFN!

Cake with French Fries and Ketchup...

Well my friends, it has been a good day. Typical August weather...hot and dry...and my dear husband's 56th birthday. We got up early and met Ryan, Oz and Odie at Bounce U for some head poppin' fun. I tried my best to get into the swing of things....but my crazy hip said "no". Pappaw, however, was all about that bounce. Wore himself out traipsing up and down this huge inflatable slide, pushing Oz. Then in a quick second...down they came..arms and legs flying. Odie got into the spirit of things by mostly trying to run out the bounce room door. Since he just started to walk, he's usually easily corralled...for now. After an hour everyone, including me (at this stage in life my thermostat is broke), was dripping in sweat and, to put it bluntly, pooped. Oz headed on home with us...Ryan took Odie and went home to study.

Oz did not take a nap...and that's regrettable. We went to Fayette Mall so Oz could play in the preschool area, pushed him around in one of those red car stroller thingys and then onto Frisch's for supper. Here's where the cake and ketchup comes in. The folks in the booth just behind us ordered dessert of ...you guessed it...Frisch's Hot Fudge Cake...and that's exactly what Oz wanted. He proceeded to let everyone in Frisch's know about it too. Our God send of a waitress brought our supper and a small portion of Hot Fudge Cake (it deserves capital letters don't you think) for Oz. So...Oz had cake, fries, fish and ketchup for his supper. Mostly in that order too. I reckon this will be another one of those things we won't tell Matt and Ryan about. In fact, I'm certain of it.

Ray got a table saw and some sort of work bench thing for his birthday. He's thrilled. Now if he just doesn't cut one or more of his fingers off...we're golden.

Oz got his bath in Mammaw's beloved "big" tub and has long since been on the third snore. Pappaw too, which is why I'm here waiting for reruns of Sex and the City. That's been the day...mighty fine for us all...well maybe not so much for some of the supper crowd at Frisch's! On that note...'night everyone. TTFN

Keep Your Pants On..

Give me time...I'm new to this one...but I'll figure it out. I'm still working on layout, etc. After all, I want this damned thing to be interesting. TTFN