Is anyone else still giggling about Don Rumsfeld having quit - er, been fired and the way the Republicans who previously impaled themselves on crucifixes in support of him are now shrieking that if only he had stepped down - er, been fired earlier they wouldn't have lost the elections?
Here at Chez Transient, we are still giggling about winning the House and Senate and wonder how it is that the Republicans let that happen? Or what about Nancy Pelosi insisting there will be no impeachments? Shouldn't there be an investigation about all that and THEN a decision be made about impeachment?
Oh, well.
My sister and I were talking on our cells this afternoon about politics and we mentioned bin Ladin and the elections and weapons of mass destruction, etc. Then we said hi to the Secret Service guy in his little dark room sitting in front of the screen which just lit up because all those trigger words were spoken. That can be fun sometimes.
Tomorrow is my 43rd b'day. Whee. Does everyone hate their birthdays, do you think? I don't know a single adult who still gets excited about their birthdays. Maybe because as adults, no birthday can live up to the present and attention fests our childhood b'days were. Maybe - when we're kids, we can't WAIT to grow up. That stops right around the time you have to pay for your own health insurance. As adults, we know what it really means to have another year pass.
In any case, I'm less than thrilled. So I did what any self respecting woman does when she can't avoid getting older. I went shopping and got myself an adorable little sweater set (yeah, so?) in a shade of pale lilac (WHAT??) and a new mattress for my middle girl.
The funny thing is, this past year has been better for me personally in terms of self realization than most. Yes, my daughter has been sick and unhappy, but me, personally, outside of the kids, for the first time there IS an 'outside of the kids'. I have the fund raiser, I have the side job and god help me, I am even currently crocheting scarves for the troops. OK, that one, I'm filling in for my mother in law who over extended herself. But still . . . it's as though I have long been a satellite of my children and got promoted to a dwarf planet of my own or something. This should not suggest that I resent my world with the kids - I just haven't had a world outside them since they came into the picture and what my life might be once they are off mostly on their own is starting to come into focus.
. . . and how cold is it going to get in Afghanistan or Iraq, anyway? Are people going to die or be killed while someone is wearing my scarf? Creepy.
As you can see, I still have nothing very interesting to say. Those of you who stop by regularly can expect to receive refunds for these last few visits.
