Sunday, August 27, 2006

My Dragon Slayer Also Does All The Cooking...

Sunny - Hi 111 Lo 90 for Baghdad, Iraq
Rain - Hi 84 Lo 71 for Northern KY, USA

Song of the week: After The Rain Has Fallen,


The mornings typically belong to me. I am at my best in the early hours-I usually wake up between 5:00 and 6:00 AM (weekends included). I am at my most productive and creative this time of day. Michael on the other hand is not a morning person-- he would much prefer to sleep until noon and stay up all night. This rainy Sunday morning however, has been a little different. Michael is on a quest to slay a dragon. He is headed for the Tennessee/North Carolina border to the Tail of the Dragon. Tail of the Dragon is a destination for motorcyclists and sportscar enthusiasts. There are 318 curves in just 11 miles of road. Michael intended to leave about 6:30 or 7:00 AM this morning, but the rain kept him from leaving before dawn-- it's now about 9:30 AM and I believe he is about ready to hit the road.

So while he is off conquering said dragon, I am left to fend for myself. Cath, what's this about the dragon slayer doing all the cooking? Yes...... Michael cooks. Here's a confession; I have known Michael since 1985.... we've been married since 1991. In that time... I have cooked for him.... never... zero... nada. In one of his previous lives he was a professionally trained chef and is to this day an extraordinary cook. My mother was and is a terrible cook (except for traditional Japanese cuisine) and she really didn't have time to teach me. My grandmother didn't like anyone in the kitchen while she cooked so, that was a wash.... Unfortunate, because my grandmother is an excellent cook. So, I never learned how to cook and in all honesty--- I was never interested.

Side story---One Thanksgiving several years ago, my mother decided she would cook. Mom had the family over and Michael at the time was working as a chef. Mom opened the oven and it was apparent (even to me) that the bird was done. She looked at Michael and asked him what he thought... He popped the bird with the thermometer and it went into a vein and a bit of blood squirted out. Michael saw that the temperature had already reached well beyond what it needed to be (I have no idea what that temperature is-- I do know that the temperature of the bird will continue to rise once it comes out of the oven). Michael told her that "Yes, indeed this bird is done." But my mother seeing the blood just knew that it meant that it was under cooked. "She announced, "NO! Dees toohkey not done!!" She pushed the bird back in the oven and slammed the oven door shut. I can't remember how much longer the bird was in the oven... just know this... Do you remember the scene in Christmas Vacation--- the family sits down to a wonderful dinner? Clark Griswald begins to carve the roasted beast... but it collapsed in a poof of dust...??? That scene was based on our Thanksgiving. We call that the year of "Terkey Jerky". Yeah- that was great! (Oh-- she had also left the little "baggy" of innard goodies in the cavity of the bird too...)

So, Michael is off to slay the dragon. Today is a perfect day to curl up on the sofa and read... I may also have to do a little damage to the credit cards and do some shopping. September is loaded with a bunch of birthdays.

Michael left at 9:50 AM.

Blogs and Links to Check Out This Week:

Scootertrash Conservative - Michael's post from this morning.
Tail of the Dragon - Michael's destination.
Killboy - Look for a picture of Michael here.
Patriot Guard Riders - Some bikers doing wonderful work. Michael's a member too.
Biker Betty - Chick biker and blogger.

Have a great week everyone

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Superheroes Don't Cry

OK.... so on Who Wants to be a Superhero, my guy- Major Victory was eliminated... So we are down to two choices... ?
---Fat Momma and Feedback. Fat Momma has the kid thing down and has shown she really is concerned and would be a protector of children everywhere... Feedback... is considerate and polite just as a superhero should be, but he has bad posture and is just a little too tightly wound to be a superhero, if you ask me... However, both of them cried like babies... I don't like to see my superheroes crying... ever... What the heck?? Next week is the final episode of the season, so I feel obligated to watch.

I am starting my campaign right now for the Lone Ranger to audition, should there be a 2nd season....

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Should've Been a Cowboy

Mostly Sunny - Hi 117 Lo 90 for Baghdad, Iraq
Partly Cloudy - Hi 84 Lo 66 for Northern KY, USA

Song of the week: Should've Been a Cowboy, Toby Keith


I've been working on my post for 2996 so I need to keep things kinda light and easy this week. Saturday was a real lazy day-Michael had to work so I went to my grandparents and made them lunch--- BLT's... the T's being straight from Michael's garden. YUM!!

I went home and plopped on the sofa, read a couple of magazine articles then decided to watch a movie... but what??... no girly movies today... I wanted to be inspired... I dusted off an old VHS and watched High Noon--- This is one of my favorite movies... It only makes sense that my Sunday morning post be about movies of the western genre... this in turn keeps with my theme of recent weeks of heroes and good vs. evil. So, here is my movie list titled:

So What if I'm a Girl and I like a Good Cowboy Movie?

High Noon - Gary Cooper portrays a sheriff that is retiring... just got married to Grace Kelly, and plans to settle down... but a few of the bad guys he sent away to prison are coming back on the train... Noon. He decides to stay, asks his friends for help... but not one soul will stand beside him... even his new bride tells him they should leave. Despite the odds... this man stays and stand alone against the bad guys. I love this movie!!!!!

The Magnificent Seven - Have I ever mentioned I love Yul Brynner? Well, if I haven't I do... And Steve McQueen- the coolest of cool is in this one too... as is Charles Bronson, James Coburn and Robert Vaughn. This is a remake of The Seven Samurai which is also a phenomenal movie. This group of seven is hired by a village protect them from some seriously nasty bandits. Yul Brynner in black in the desert... not a drop of sweat on that brow...

The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance - Two American movie icons and heroes in their own right-- John Wayne and James Stewart are in this John Ford classic. Need I say more?

The Sons of Katie Elder - I remember watching this movie for the first time late at night at my grandparents when I was maybe 10 or 11 years old. John Wayne was bigger than life to me. I often daydreamed that John Wayne was my dad- a protector. Anyway, this is a great movie... The sons of Katie Elder, John Wayne, Dean Martin and two other guys (I can't remember) righting the wrongs done to their family. Dean Martin was great in this too.

Shane - Alan Ladd plays a gunfighter that wants to settle down, but there are more bad guys on the horizon that need killin'. "Shaaane! Shaaane! Come back!!"

The Alamo - John Wayne directed and starred in this one. The Alamo speaks to the American heart. In modern times this story is replayed again in the heroes of United Flight 93. Against the odds... never give up-- never.

How the West Was Won - This movie had all my favorite actors in it - John Wayne, Henry Fonda, James Stewart. I watch this movie and I say things like... "Oh! That's so and so" and "I didn't know he was in this movie!" This movie by today's standards is total cheeseball- but I love cheeseball.

The Good The Bad and the Ugly (Il Buono, il brutto, il cattivo) - Clint Eastwood in what we fondly refer to as a spaghetti western. Who knew that Sergio Leone knew how to make a great western? How? Because Italians are full of grit and determination... that I have learned here in the blogosphere...
And now for a musicinterlude, whistle it with me, won't you? "dolululu... wah wah wah... doalululu wah waah..."

My Darling Clementine - John Ford presents his version of the Fight at the O.K. Corral. Henry Fonda plays Wyatt Earp and Victor Mature is Doc Holliday.

Gunfight at the O.K. Corral - This version stars Burt Lancaster as Wyatt Earp and Kirk Douglas as Doc Holliday. I like this version as much as the Henry Fonda version.

Support Your Local Sheriff - Who said taming the west can't be funny? The hero is just trying to make some money so he can go to Australia. Along the way he catches the bad guys. James Garner is perfect in this role.

There are other westerns that I enjoy didn't include for various reasons... movies that have the hero as the bad guy--- perfect example is Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. I love this movie... but they were train robbers... The Treasure of Sierra Madre.... Blazing Saddles is on another movie list.

Do you have a favorite western?

My other movie lists:

* I'm Really Not a 15 Year Old Boy
* Chick Flicks
* Musical Mania

Blogs and Links to Check Out This Week & Keeping in Tune with the Cowboy Theme:

Lone Ranger at Important Stuff or Not
Wyatt Earp at Support Your Local Gunfighter
Big White Hat - Good guys wear white hats. And they never run out of bullets.
Sam Houston -Throwing Heat

Have a great week everyone!

Sunday, August 13, 2006

World Trade Center

Sunny - Hi 118 Lo 92 for Baghdad, Iraq
Sunny and Hazy - Hi 85 Lo 68 for Northern KY, USA

Song of the week:
Superbowl XXXVI Halftime Performance by U2, February 2002 - Beautiful Day and Where the Streets Have No Name

A short five months after the unimaginable events of September 11, 2001, we Americans put on our games faces, wiped away our tears, covered our cuts and bruises, and showed the world that the terrorists may have given us a terrible blow, but we would overcome and defeat them. We weren't about to let those b@$*@#%$ think they had the upper hand. Never. We are Americans. Proud. The best of the best. President Bush told us to get on with our lives... So, we as Americans showed resolution and unity in a game we call football. Some gathered to watch the commercials... some actually watched the game... some gathered to eat and drink and be with friends and family. There was a heightened sense of importance to be with those we love. Some of us gathered to watch the halftime show. No wardrobe malfunctions that year, but an Irish rock band helped us heal if just a little bit and gave us a moment to remember our fallen. I think that was the only time I cried during a Super Bowl.
It was a good day for football.
It was fitting that the Patriots won that year...


The events of a few days ago as well as the conflict unfolding in the Middle East are grim reminders that the Islamofascists still hate us. Why? Because they do. Many have explained the reasons as to why. Go to Townhall and read some of our great conservative scholars; read many of the blogs that write passionately about why we must fight. I am not so bold as to think my words make a difference to anyone, but I do need to put my thoughts in writing so I can explore my own psyche and what all this means to me.

I love this country, I always have. I know what it means to be an American, to be free, to have the right of liberty, the ability to pursue my dreams, to be content with my life as it is and what my husband and I have chosen as a path.

September 11, 2001 magnified how I look at things. I have mentioned on this blog before that we live close to the Northern Kentucky Greater Cincinnati International Airport. The days following the cowardly attack were most eerie for us. The flight patterns from CVG bring planes right past our home. No jets... weird, unnerving silence filled the air. We would see fighter jets high... high in the sky... but no passenger jets... no commerce... everything stopped.

Do you remember the way we as Americans behaved after that dreadful day? We were kind to each other. We were polite drivers. People checked in on each other. We called loved ones. We would end conversations by saying, "I love you" and "Take care of yourself".

Our Congress stood on those steps of the Capitol singing God Bless America... side by side and for an instant in time... we were as one nation... Dare I say it? We were one nation, under God.

Mayor Giuliani was our champion, our calm as we hoped and prayed and watched the news hoping they would find survivors in that wreckage that was once a workplace for tens of thousands.

Stories of heroism and courage crept out... some of it urban legend but some of it very real.

This was an attack on American soil, but we were not the only ones to suffer. Over eighty countries lost people that day. We were sucker punched because we were not paying attention.

President Bush became a father figure to all of us. I can not imagine the burden this man carries. I know he was the right person in place during this time of chaos and yes... evil.

It's been nearly five years and our brave soldiers have kept the fight out of our country. They are still in Afghanistan and in Iraq and other places we don't need to know about. We continue to lose good men to this evil. My responsibility to these men is to support them and their mission. I do so enthusiastically and humbly.

Our friends in Israel are surrounded by those that hate them. Why? Because they do. Dare I say it? They are hated because they are the chosen people of God. Will we as Americans continue to stand by our friends or will we falter? Will we succumb to our own prejudice and bigotry and turn our backs on them?

Here at home, President Bush told us that this would be a long drawn out fight. On September 20, 2001, President Bush spoke to us as a nation, spoke to the world:

[...] These terrorists kill not merely to end lives, but to disrupt and end a way of life. With every atrocity, they hope that America grows fearful, retreating from the world and forsaking our friends. They stand against us, because we stand in their way. [...]

[...] Our response involves far more than instant retaliation and isolated strikes. Americans should not expect one battle, but a lengthy campaign, unlike any other we have ever seen. It may include dramatic strikes, visible on TV, and covert operations, secret even in success. We will starve terrorists of funding, turn them one against another, drive them from place to place, until there is no refuge or no rest. And we will pursue nations that provide aid or safe haven to terrorism. Every nation, in every region, now has a decision to make. Either you are with us, or you are with the terrorists. From this day forward, any nation that continues to harbor or support terrorism will be regarded by the United States as a hostile regime. [...]

[...] But the only way to defeat terrorism as a threat to our way of life is to stop it, eliminate it, and destroy it where it grows. [...]

[...] Americans are asking: What is expected of us? I ask you to live your lives, and hug your children. I know many citizens have fears tonight, and I ask you to be calm and resolute, even in the face of a continuing threat. [...]

[...] I ask for your patience, with the delays and inconveniences that may accompany tighter security; and for your patience in what will be a long struggle. [...]

[...] It is my hope that in the months and years ahead, life will return almost to normal. We'll go back to our lives and routines, and that is good. Even grief recedes with time and grace. But our resolve must not pass. Each of us will remember what happened that day, and to whom it happened. We'll remember the moment the news came -- where we were and what we were doing. Some will remember an image of a fire, or a story of rescue. Some will carry memories of a face and a voice gone forever. [...]

[...] I will not forget this wound to our country or those who inflicted it. I will not yield; I will not rest; I will not relent in waging this struggle for freedom and security for the American people. [...]

[...] The course of this conflict is not known, yet its outcome is certain. Freedom and fear, justice and cruelty, have always been at war, and we know that God is not neutral between them. [...]

[...] Fellow citizens, we'll meet violence with patient justice -- assured of the rightness of our cause and confident of the victories to come. In all that lies before us, may God grant us wisdom, and may He watch over the United States of America.

emphasis added. link to full text of speech below.

We were told this fight would be a long drawn out battle- that we would work with our allies- some things we have watched on the news... other things... we know not. I know someone close to Michael and I- we know he is chasing the bad guys... but he has never once discussed it, nor have we asked. To ask him threatens his mission.

Saturday I caught the matinee for World Trade Center. Michael was working, besides he refuses to go to the movies... So, I went by myself. I was optimistic about the movie based on what I had heard from those I respect. I am not sure what I was expecting; I guess I was hoping to be overwhelmed with the emotions from that dreadful day... to be reminded of the grief and subsequent anger I felt.

The movie is about hope and perseverance and the human struggle to simply stay alive. Did it capture the essence of that day? I am afraid not, but what it did do was stir my own memories and resolution. The movie did not explore the why and who of the day. It did not explore the shock and grief we felt that day. It did not explore the anger in the coming days and months after 9/11. It did not show those that hate us dancing in the streets... The movie did not show the American will and the way we came together as a people. It was very... antiseptic.

Decide for yourself about the movie. My opinion- I found the story of survival to be moving. Only 20 people were pulled out of that wreckage. TWENTY! Remember? We were donating blood and sending relief supplies up to New York City immediately - IMMEDIATELY- despite our shock and grief. We were expecting the rescuers to pull thousands of people from the rubble. The movie follows Port Authority Officers, John McLoughlin and Will Jimeno as they get caught between the towers when they collapse.

I did find a moment of levity when I found myself laughing. The men were talking to each other to stay awake to stay alive- McLoughlin explained to Jimeno that he was pretty good at carpentry work and he was in the process of remodeling the kitchen. There weren't any kitchen cabinets up. He had to get home otherwise the wife would be griping if he didn't get home to finish the job. That is the sort of conversation my husband would have with his friends – that made the movie personal.

Another part of the movie that probably won't have the same impact on others is a simple cut to scene of firemen gathered in front of an wrought iron fence. Food is being served and it shows some firemen from Wisconsin there-- giving the understanding that people came from everywhere to help.

The wrought iron fence is what stirred my emotions. You see, that fence is in front of St. Paul's Chapel which is right across from the World Trade Center. George Washington sat in that very church... The fence became a memorial and a place to put pictures of souls that were missing. St. Paul's Chapel became a dormitory for the countless volunteers.

The movie also made me aware of another hero - David Karnes - United States Marine. This guy--- 3 years out of the Marine Corp, working in Connecticut for some accounting firm... He watches and sees the towers get hit and fall. He tells those around him---"If you didn't know it already, we are at war." Staff Sergeant Karnes believes he has a calling and that is to help those in need. He goes to his church and prays with his pastor. He then goes to his local barber and gets a high and tight. He goes and picks up his Marine gear, dresses in his cammies and hops in his Porsche 911 and speeds to the New York City. He walks through and gets to Ground Zero, he hooks up with another Marine Dave Thomas and they are among the first walking through the ruins and looking for survivors. The Marines find the Port Authority Officers and stay with them.

Subsequently, Karnes goes home, quits his job reenlists with the Corp and did 2 tours in Iraq.

I love Marines.

So, my psyche... I will remain vigilant. I will stay wide awake and watch the world outside our home, I will look for things out of the ordinary when I am driving to and fro.

I will continue writing my Congressman and Senators and make them realize they too are on alert- that I am watching them.

I will continue to educate myself on the upcoming elections and start with my local sheriff.

I will urge the politicians that are elected to represent me that we must secure our borders and send illegal aliens back to their country of origin.

I will stand up against and audibly disagree when a crack smoking kool aid drinking liberal says what we are doing is wrong. I will remind them that:

We don't torture and murder innocent civilians like Leon Klinghoffer, or Italian hero Fabrizio Quatrocchi, or the crew and passengers of Pan Am Flight 103 over Lockerbie Scotland, or Daniel Pearl. We don't kill our athletes when they don't perform. We don't treat women like cattle... worse than cattle... We don't rape women and young girls and then murder them because they are no longer pure... We don't send a car filled with explosives into Embassies (Tehran, Beirut, Kuwait) to maim and kill civilians... We don't boobeytrap our own CHILDREN with explosives to kill soldiers!! We don't fill a back pack with explosives, board trains and buses and blow people to bits... Oh, and we don't fly jetliners into skyscrapers and kill thousands either!!!

I will cheer when one of our very own bloggers uncovers something else that the mainstream media has done to lie and deceive. Please be aware you mainstream media pricks that we are watching you and we know what you are up to. How dare you jerk offs share secrets with the enemy - Revealing our tactics of catching the bad guys... You put people in jeopardy with crap like that. What is it that you hate so much about your own country? What?

I will continue to support our fighting men and women.

When a soldier comes home from a tour of duty when I can, I will be holding a flag as they drive by- a simple thank you for what they did. And if one of them should sadly return home in a box with an American flag draped over it, whenever possible, I will pay my respect to the family of that soldier that gave the ultimate sacrifice.

I will stand by those that stand by us.

I will not be passive in my love for this country or my love for what God has given us. I will live my life and be happy and appreciate every day that has been given to me.

I will not forget.

Blogs and Links to Check Out This Week: - Relive SuperBowl XXXVI

Family7 - In looking for articles on U2 at the SuperBowl, I came across this. I don't know who the young artist is, but I found this to be sweet. I hope you do too.

Townhall - Many of America's best conservative minds

WTC Life - I found this short film and found it touching- it is people going to work at the World Trade Center years before the towers fell.

World Trade Center - Link to the movie webite

Complete text of President Bush's Address to a Joint Session of Congress and the American People, September 20, 2001 - This should be read often to remind us of that day.

David Karnes, USMC - Learn about this Marine.

Pittsburgh Tribune-Review, Sister in Pittsburgh gives local 911 dispatcher a heroic role - Learn about the Marine's sister.

Libertas - This is an in depth review Oliver Stone's World Trade Center

St Paul's Chapel - May 2005 we "happened upon this church". We had no idea of it's history, we had no idea that it was a sanctuary. This website has several videos and first hand accounts.

*****On September 11, 2996 bloggers will post tributes of those lost on 9/11. I am memorializing Marion Britton.*****

Please, join the tribute.*****

Have a great week everyone!

Blogger is not allowing me to load photos. As soon as Blogger let's me, I'll be adding 3 photos to this post...

Update: 5:00PM EST-- finally... pics are posted.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Lemuria May Be A Tomato, But She's No Superhero

I was a little disappointed with this past week's episode of Who Wants To Be A Superhero?... it was a little boring...

The good news... Monkey Woman- Gone! She proved to be a fraud.

The bad news... TyVeculus was cut loose too...

Lemuria revealed her true nature and winning is the only objective for her.

We are down to five--- Major Victory, Fat Momma, Feedback, Lemuria, and Creature. Who will be eliminated next??

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Race Tracks, Yard Sales, 450 Miles of Road and a Little Boy

Sunny - Hi 115 Lo 89 for Baghdad, Iraq
Pop up Thunderstorms - Hi 91 Lo 73 for Northern KY, USA

Song of the week: Road to Nowhere,
Talking Heads


Michael is gone for the weekend up to Mid-Ohio. This trip has been planned for a very long time. Mid-Ohio is up in Mansfield, Ohio about 3 1/2 hours north of where we live. Mansfield is a rural area south of Cleveland and has a large Amish community. So, why did Michael go up there without me? It's all about racing and sport bikes. Loud noise and camping are definitely not my thing. So, I kissed him goodbye Saturday morning well before the break of dawn. I have no doubt that he will post about it when he returns home Sunday night. He has called me several times with updates and has let me listen to the motorcycles speeding around the track at 160MPH.

So, what did I do? What any patriotic American girl would do... I went shopping! OK... OK... I confess, I hate shopping. I really have to be in the mood- The last time I went on a shopping spree was the all girl trip up to Chicago with my Mom-in-law, Sis-in-law, and niece. We had a blast and I spent way too much money. Saturday's shopping trip wasn't your typical jaunt to the mall (by the way, I hate malls). No, this was the 127 Sale.

Cath, what's the 127 Sale? Well, it is the Longest Yard Sale in the World! For any of you northerners unfamiliar with the term yard sale, I believe you refer to a yard sale as a tag sale. This yard sale spans Route 127 through three states, Kentucky, Tennessee, and Alabama- 450 miles of shopping. I saw all the standard yard sale items... baby clothes and toys, out of style clothing, old kitchen gadgets and tools, antique furniture and furniture made to look antique. Old record albums and posters, fresh produce, pies and fudge, even boats and cars. One stop on my path had someone giving away kittens. The key to this sale is to get on Route 127 and drive slowly--- this is a two lane road, some of it through congested areas, and in other sections it's just you and the wild turkeys standing at the side of the road. Some of the yard sales were set up at the homes of souls living on Route 127; others were set up on gravel drives, barns, local produce stands, store fronts, churches, schools, etc. etc. I started in Covington and made it down to Owenton, about 50-60 miles. I didn't buy one thing. But what I discovered during my solo road trip through both city and country is that we live in such an amazing time and place.

The day was perfect, the heat and humidity we have had finally broke. The sky was crystal clear blue and because we have had a fair amount of rain through the summer the trees were brilliant shades of green. I don't know if I have ever mentioned it, but Kentucky is a beautiful state. We are surrounded by rolling hills that offer beautiful views into valleys. Many of the country roads in Kentucky are lined with dry stacked stone walls that have stood for a couple of hundred years, many of the stone walls were created by slaves. There are horse farms that line a lot of the state and they are truly breathtaking.

I'm not very good at yard sales - Shopping yard sales is a fine art that I have never mastered. I think it takes a special kind of person to go rummaging through someone else's belongings to find that perfect something.

So, my first stop was in Covington, Kentucky - the northern most point of the sale. I found a couple of stained glass windows from a church. They were exquisite. I'm wishing I had bought them now. I went back to my car because the area was busy and wall to wall people and I was pretty annoyed with my indecisiveness. I went back to my car and got even more annoyed because folks were walking out in front of my car, paying no attention to the fact that my Jeep Liberty could do some bodily damage to them... My next stop was at a Victorian home in Covington. (Covington is right across the river from Cincinnati. Any photos you may have seen of Cincinnati's skyline are usually taken from Covington). The two women that were having this yard sale were a couple of older hens and I mean that in the nicest most complimentary way. They were chatting and laughing and anyone within earshot was automatically part of their conversation. They were serving lemonade - no charge. "Honey, it's hot out here- thank goodness we don't have the humidity, but don't get yourself dehydrated - you sip on this lemonade - now it's not fresh squeezed so you'll have to forgive me." GOOD GRIEF!! She was making sure her shoppers were well hydrated. I felt obligated to buy something - anything! But they had nothing I wanted or could use - A lot of knick knacks and brick bracks and old hand bags. I went back to my car feeling like a loser. I was in a bitchy mood and for what reason? The day was perfect, people were out having fun, enjoying the day and here I was just shown some true southern hospitality. What right did I have to be in a bad mood??

OK - backstory. At Christmas, Michael and I make an oath to each other. We do all our Christmas shopping on one day - power shopping - we have it down to a science - I have lists and ideas for everyone on our Christmas list - I plot out the store's we need to hit and we do not waiver from that plan. We commit to each other that we will not get annoyed with each other, we will not be rude to sales help, we will not be rude to other shoppers and we will smile and be polite and bring good cheer the entire day. What typically happens is that the sales clerk is nice and appreciative that they aren't being throttled by another irritated customer and other shoppers return smiles as well. It has worked every time and we find we always have an enjoyable day. I decided that I would put those same rules to work on my expedition down this road...

I stopped at a couple of other places and smiled and would say to other shoppers things like, "The weather is gorgeous today, isn't it?" I got a couple of "uh-huhs" and "yes it is" . I had one old guy yell across the road to me, "Semper Fi!" (I have a Marine Emblem on the back of my Liberty.)

I then stopped at a house way out in the country- it was a few separate yard sales. I hopped out of the car and a young boy, maybe 8 or 9 informed me that, "Liberty's are for girls." I said, That's good, cause I'm a girl!" As I walked up to the tables I saw there was absolutely nothing of interest to me.
There was younger boy, 5 or 6, "We're going to go see Pirates of the Caribbean tomorrow."
I replied, "That'll be great! I haven't seen it, but I heard it was really good."
"Yeah, me and Mom and Tyler are going. Dad can't cause he isn't here." I reluctantly made eye contact with Mom - good grief... I'm going to be told way too much information about this family. Mom just smiled. Weird.
I then looked at the little boy and asked, "Why not?"
"Because he is fighting in Iraq. He's finding bad guys and making sure they don't do bad things to people."
This little boy knocked the wind out of me. I looked at him and asked, "Your dad's in the Army?"
"NO WAY! He's a MARINE!!"
I almost burst into tears, but I maintained. I said to the kid, "Come 'ere, I wanna show you something." We walked around to the back of my car and I pointed- "What do you see?"
"Are you married to a MARINE??"
"No, but I have a great deal of respect for Marines."
He then ran away and into their house and I thought I had said something wrong. I walked back to the table to apologize to the mom. He came out with a picture of his dad in dress blues. Through tears I knelt down and told this little guy, "Thank you." I looked at Mom and told her that I would keep her and her family in my prayers.

As I walked back to my car, he yelled, "You ain't gonna buy nothin'?"

This country is so beautiful. Sometimes it is easy to forget. But Saturday I saw the beauty of our land, I saw the beauty of our American heart.

This post is dedicated to the memory of Cpl. Timothy Roos.

Have a great week everyone!

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Who Wants to be a Superhero?

Another episode of Who Wants to be a Superhero? was on this past Thursday... So... what did I say about the Iron Enforcer? Nasty, smelly guy with a bad complexion, bad attitude, and uneven nipples.... (steroids...) I told Michael that he would be eliminated and then become the nemesis of the show. I was right!! I suspect the others that were kicked off will get to play villains also.

Besides Major Victory, I also like TyVeculus. He has shown a human side that we all share... saying we like something when we really don't just so we can preserve someone's feelings... He's a fireman by day... definitely one of the good guys... in real life.

And a picture for my honey, here is the tomato, Lemuria. I like her too although she didn't pass this weeks test.

Do I think this is a "real" reality show? NO...............(although SUPERHEROES are REAL) but the show is fun and Stan Lee is still cool and to paraphrase what I said last Sunday... it's good to have heroes... it's great to see good conquer evil....

Now... I'm off to the World's Longest Yard Sale... read about my findings on Sunday!