tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52191597933777758202024-03-06T01:07:11.049-06:00Honest as an S.B.Describing a blog is like reviewing a book that hasn't been written. My blog is about women, kids, men, weight, hopes, family, loss, arts, love and getting smarter from the hard times. I like blogs because you won't see my bad handwriting.Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-43740736852789566222011-06-28T20:21:00.013-05:002011-06-28T20:52:54.200-05:00LOSIN’ IT by Susan (Vags) Murphy<p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFhZngKX2J9gi3Q3kGvZIWBKhN9KWYY16FbLYIAhB18hJ7OzO5t9kfh-d1tPH_4AWPjZzKDKxmP63Bg4M6cFDQRcLOEAqNbsAy5V0mK1G6Sj6KqNuJ1zhLDCRKcpW7pDe5CZI5MkUrnE5H/s1600/scale.gif"><em><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623446486173992050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFhZngKX2J9gi3Q3kGvZIWBKhN9KWYY16FbLYIAhB18hJ7OzO5t9kfh-d1tPH_4AWPjZzKDKxmP63Bg4M6cFDQRcLOEAqNbsAy5V0mK1G6Sj6KqNuJ1zhLDCRKcpW7pDe5CZI5MkUrnE5H/s200/scale.gif" /></em></a></p><em>At the beginning of this month I finally got my rather round behind out the door and walked it down to the nearest Weight Watcher's meeting. This is a path I took once before to some success. I lost over 60 lbs. about 20 years ago. But of course this was before I met, married and left my husband. When you go through</em> <em>so many residual losses in your life - your home, your security and your confidence - the only thing you seem to be able to hold onto is the ability to punish yourself. My comfort and punishment of choice is food. And it is the only thing I allow myself to spend money on when funds are tight because the family has to eat...right?</em><br /><br /><em>When times have been their toughest I resort to my 'mom instincts' and I try to take care of everyone but myself. I come from a long line of 'me-last' people. Then comes my epiphany. I have two sons who need me. I don't think it would be very fair to them to remain this big and be gone from their lives earlier than is necessary. So I have decided to take better care of me.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>This decision does not come easily to me. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I have not even looked in a full-length mirror for about 5 years now. Still, I know I am under here somewhere so I bite the bullet and re-enlist in WW. To tell you the truth is wasn't the Points Program or even the meeting weigh-ins that held me back. It was spending the monthly fee. Spending monthly money on myself seems very extravagant.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I am sharing this with you because the say if you write things down you are more likely to achieve your goals. I may crash and burn but that's the risk you take. Doing nothing seems even riskier. </em><em>In the first 3 weeks I have lost a little over 9 lbs. Spit in the ocean, but a start. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I feel as if I am among friends so I hope you will all lend me a little encouragement along the way. If you live in the Twin Cities stop by and go for a walk with me, come bowling with the boys and me, or challenge me to a mad game of badmitton. </em><br /><em>Here's to seeing less of me in the future.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em><br /></em>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-62549680195087713662011-05-21T13:23:00.015-05:002011-05-21T13:58:41.107-05:00This Is American I-Dull! -by Susan Vagnoni MurphyI admit it,<em> used to</em> watch <a href="http://www.americanidol.com/">American Idol</a>. I didn't see the first season except for the part where .the girl sang, and then the curly-head boy sang, and then I thought, "the girl won," Then I changed the channel. Later on I found out that "the girl", named Kelly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Clarkson</span>, won. No big deal.<br /><br />My boys and I watched the next 3 seasons and I am ashamed to say I was a bit slow on the uptake. A pattern began to emerge. The best singers did not win. The gutsiest performances were not rewarded. America sucked as voters. What's new about that, Bush got in twice, didn't he?<br /><br />Like lemmings we followed the show for a few years, voting and getting disappointed. We finally threw in the towel when <a href="http://www.adamofficial.com/us/home">Adam Lambert </a>lost to the insipid Chris Allen. I can't even go there.<br /><br />Now I find I am always bored with A.I. once they are past the audition weeks where at least you can see some inspired freaks put on a good show. No I am not talking about the judges panel (Paula Abdul where are you!). In fact, Steven Tyler is the best thing on the show this year.<br /><br />During the cur<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQyR25Ew-wM4Zz-wanYYiDMqJGdZNHdSqa8SJ1A82Tt384mwL4vyaa1X-sl5XZAfqSqAARpewz1Oe__2d8hc5KxR6geERinxT82k34a2ZR29LVvXIHMHejpzFGzVMZctZYeGF-s_GBZhDK/s1600/James+Durbin.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609243336931347538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQyR25Ew-wM4Zz-wanYYiDMqJGdZNHdSqa8SJ1A82Tt384mwL4vyaa1X-sl5XZAfqSqAARpewz1Oe__2d8hc5KxR6geERinxT82k34a2ZR29LVvXIHMHejpzFGzVMZctZYeGF-s_GBZhDK/s200/James+Durbin.jpg" /></a>rent season, like a rubber<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">necker</span> at a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">traffic</span> accident-I simply click on A.I. for a few moments to see who has promise and therefore will not win. I am not disappointed. I spotted James D<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">urbin</span> as interesting and different. I knew that would kill any chances he had. It did.<br /><br />So why does this show not work? Why do the best singers get voted off? My theory is that people are voting for some ideal person who does not exist. They vote for what they can understand at the simplest level. This is the only thing that explains <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Scotty</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">McCreary</span> still being in the running. Everything he sings sounds the same. He waves the flag; he spouts home and family and proclaims his fear of any contact with <a href="http://www.ladygaga.com/news/">Lady <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">GaGa</span></a>. Family values absconded by right wing conservatism. How's that been working out for Arnold Schwarzenegger lately?<br /><br />After having been involved in the arts most of my life I want to shout "If you strive to be a cookie-cutter person made out of cream cheese you might want to look for other employment!" Artistic pursuit is not about sameness, fitting in or even perfection in many cases. The arts -music, visual, theatrical- celebrate uniqueness and embrace a different point of view. Being <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">true</span> to yourself should not cause the fear it does in America today.<br /><br />So I bid A.I. a long-coming farewell. I think I'll see what's on <a href="http://www.nbc.com/the-voice/">The Voice</a> this week.Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-70173142874554549052011-05-15T22:28:00.019-05:002011-05-21T13:23:34.900-05:00Growing Pains<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidKT1UuRi3UyY3RAtqT92v3Uz7Hr8WKOkPQPxToqBNRJR0TEPOar6EWGcQwf32A7WQCkZyu3S16d_wFN8B9qcFsGXvwSAL7JLizc16lpryjDLkEGo_GYoASQWWg3k85c73888qFP6HP8P5/s1600/watering+can.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607152040658885378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidKT1UuRi3UyY3RAtqT92v3Uz7Hr8WKOkPQPxToqBNRJR0TEPOar6EWGcQwf32A7WQCkZyu3S16d_wFN8B9qcFsGXvwSAL7JLizc16lpryjDLkEGo_GYoASQWWg3k85c73888qFP6HP8P5/s200/watering+can.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The warm weather today reminded me of a time about seven years ago when I decided I should carry on a family gardening tradition - planting a seedling from my Grandfather's plum tree.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The seeds from this special tree came over from Italy with my Grandfather. At least that's how I remember hearing it. My Grandfather is no longer here, but his plum tree lives on in my parent's yard where my father started it from a seed. My brother also grew his own Grandpa tree. Now it was my turn.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>On a trip to Wisconsin I eagerly picked up my little tree offspring from my brother. I carefully protected this piece of history on the six hour drive back to Saint Paul.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Once home I told my youngest son Nick that we would be planting a special family tree. He watched with his big, four-year-old eyes as I selected the perfect sunny spot in the front yard where the whole neighborhood could admire the plum as it grew into it's full glory.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I spent the next arduous hours digging the optimum sized hole. Nick played on the lawn nearby as I fertilized, mulched and prayed to the Farmer's Almanac for continued fair weather.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>At last it was time to place the small tree in the hole. I meticulously filled in the dirt around the roots. Added a stick with soft ties to hold it upright and a circle of chickenwire to protect it from ravenous bunnies. I was sure Grandpa was smiling down from the heavens.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The final step was to water my masterpiece. I asked Nicky to watch the tree while I fetched my Mother's Day gift - a personally painted watering can from my sons. As I rounded the house with my full watering can I saw Nick also holding a full watering can. It was the orange plastic one from his sandbox. In a slow motion sequence that rivaled the Matrix I watched Nick raise his watering can above the chickenwire to give the little tree a drink.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The water started to pour. Nick dropped the watering can. The can fell. I ran. The can fell on the tree. The tree broke in two. I screeched. Nick froze.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>At this point I made one of the better decisions of my life. I looked at Nick, reached out, plucked the watering can off of the destroyed tree and flung it with all my might over the fence into the neighbor's yard. The alternative would have been Nick sailing over the fence into the neighbor's yard. I chose wisely.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This is a cautionary tale for all of us who want to plant things in hope of seeing them grow. Sometimes you have to cut your losses. Sometimes you need to see the bigger picture. Sometimes you have to remember that your children are the most important seeds you plant. No wait, always you have to remember that children are the most important seeds you plant.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then, you throw the watering can into the neighbor's yard.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-52306044299669900432011-01-25T18:39:00.008-06:002011-01-25T19:06:58.759-06:00Put through the cheese grater<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUezfjAg5cC69BP8Y6UexG8sdxtD_C8FeLyXkbDWSVv53S2bxHBWvuyUwcbgW8GsM59dPFNoIqk1mCINE2klevnHuLRDho-ezHuq2V4liKZpK77woxkXYlKSzCcoxx-FpZclnGybMmdvwv/s1600/Packer+logo.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 80px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566290073729465986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUezfjAg5cC69BP8Y6UexG8sdxtD_C8FeLyXkbDWSVv53S2bxHBWvuyUwcbgW8GsM59dPFNoIqk1mCINE2klevnHuLRDho-ezHuq2V4liKZpK77woxkXYlKSzCcoxx-FpZclnGybMmdvwv/s200/Packer+logo.gif" /></a><br /><br />Go Packers!<br /><br />You will either cheer or jeer that first statement but it doesn' t matter to me. I have bled green and gold since birth. My father and mother raised two children for which they wished a three simple things: health, happiness and devotion to the Green Bay Packers. Often, the second thing was dependent upon how well the thirst thing was doing. Needless to say, their daughter is very, very happy this year.<br /><p>What is so sweet about this year's trek to the Super Bowl is seeing Aaron Rogers shine. Brett (boom-boom) Favre did his best to not help Aaron learn anything from him when they were teammates in Green Bay. It sure hasn't kept Aaron down.</p><p>I think it is a case of character. They both have a lot of talent. Brett (boom-boom) Favre has accomplished amazing things. However, his ego has taken up so much room on the field there is no room for the rest of his team. </p><p>I was touched when I learned recently that Aaron Rogers took a bunch of less privileged kids out to bowl and to eat and even convinced some of his Packer teammates to come along. He did it with his own money and without the press or the hype. That is class.</p><p>Whatever happens on February 6th (and you all know what I hope will happen) I am proud of my team. But guess what, I am always proud of my team. </p>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-70287943960428924242011-01-19T22:30:00.006-06:002011-01-19T22:52:38.483-06:00I HATE CANCER.I hate cancer. There I said it. It is sort of freeing - like saying the name Voldemort in the last book of JK Rowlings Harry Potter series. No one wants Voldemort in their lives the same way no one wants cancer. At least Voldemort was defeated and you can close the book and have done with him. Cancer is not that simple.<br /><br />I spent my evening driving to a sweet little town called Osseo, Minnesota to attend the final viewing of the mother of a very dear friend of mine. She died from cancer this past Sunday. She was a beautiful person.<br /><br />I really hate cancer. It is sneaky and it is persistent and unpredictably predictable. It scares us and it takes away the people we love. We at the funeral home spent tonight, not acknowledging the death cancer brought to this dear family, but honoring the life of the woman it claimed. Cancer cannot take that away. It cannot defeat the precious memories this mother of two created, nor can it eradicate the deep feelings in the many, many hearts she touched. That will always be our victory over cancer.<br /><br />However, cancer's nasty way of stealing precious lives from this earth does leave behind one thing. It leaves behind the family and friends who are hurting from the loss. It is hard to witness people we love experiencing such sadness. It is this part of cancer that may, in some ways, be most cruel.<br /><br />I try to understand why things like this happen. I am a religious woman so I pray about it, but I am not so deep that I can puzzle this out to anyone's satisfaction. I will say that this is the sharpest reminder to say the kind word, hold the empty hand, mend the past wrongs and just be there for those around us. Life is too damn short.Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-19735585981383708212010-12-31T12:10:00.004-06:002010-12-31T12:27:28.438-06:00Ta Ta 2010Saying goodbye to a year of your life is an odd thing to do. You are really just saying goodbye to a number because all of the events and emotions stay with you and shape you as you enter the next year. So here it goes for number 2010.<br /><br />First things first, I am grateful t be around for a new year. I am always aware that life is fragile since losing my brother in 2007 and almost losing my son Alex that same year. Many people I love have passed away and it is not lost on me that I have been blessed to spend another Christmas with my Mom and Dad. <br /><br />My boys and I enter this new year healthy, with a roof over our heads and income to feed and take care of ourselves. In these days that is a lot to be thankful for.<br /><br />We are strong now and many of our dear friends are facing hard times and life changing events. To them I say, lean on me. You were there for some of the hardest years of my life. I am so ready to be there for you. What do you need?<br /><br />I do have some resolution-type things to work on. Chilling out more with the kids. Lightening up. I have had so many rough years I tend to look over my shoulder a lot. It keeps you on edge . I will try to soften that edge this year.<br /><br />Also, as frivolous as it seems - taking more time to have some fun. Finding things to smile about and getting involved in theater again. Boy do I miss it.<br /><br />I also need to get healthier. I am not talking about the diet till you puke plan. I am just saying I need to increase the healthy foods and activities. I started this in the latter part of 2010. I alrrady fell better. I have to keep it going.<br /><br />Finally, let people know how much appreciate them. We all take too much for granted. I don't want to be that person. My inner monologue needs to match the words I say to others. I have a good life. Those around me make it that way. I want you all to know that.<br /><br />So that's it for 2010. I am spending the evening with my boys and my cousin and her daughter swimming and staying overnight at a hotel. We are grateful to have this time together. For those I cannot be with tonight. Have a good and positive New Year. I'll see you soon. Promise!Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-53102467274235384872010-02-07T23:12:00.004-06:002010-02-07T23:15:32.317-06:00See you some day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgvX5uMVbjPZptrPUb1ognx4PLreQwCFae81a5ega3nItIG7vdHwHcqm7fMMVaSyK6dt3Oniy1b3mDDltT5z6qJ0slxuzqSyx0EtoB_8bfD27g24HVzx9GJMay8SyNjLHX2AHn9nmpu5J/s1600-h/Uncle+Emil+7.09.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435736400373188850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgvX5uMVbjPZptrPUb1ognx4PLreQwCFae81a5ega3nItIG7vdHwHcqm7fMMVaSyK6dt3Oniy1b3mDDltT5z6qJ0slxuzqSyx0EtoB_8bfD27g24HVzx9GJMay8SyNjLHX2AHn9nmpu5J/s200/Uncle+Emil+7.09.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Good bye Uncle Emil. With all our love, Susie Alex and Nick</span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><a style="COLOR: #00366e; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.piasecki-althaus.com/obituary/view/1614"><span style="font-size:85%;">Emil Paul Vagnoni</span></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">June 27, 1925 - February 03, 2010</span> </div>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-49004729133675820072010-02-02T22:13:00.002-06:002010-02-02T22:20:59.743-06:00Just a hug for my uncleI am sending out love and prayers for my Unlce Emil who is very ill and in the hospital right now. It is hard to be so far away from family when someone you love is sick and the family is gathered. My Uncle Emil is a beautiful man. He is a devoted husband, a devout Catholic, a father of four children, WWII vet, gardener, lover of crazy Christmas tree ornaments and a damn good domino player.<br /><br />My heart aches for my Aunt, my cousins, my father and his brothers who are feeling helpless and praying for the best. It is no wonder to me that it is Uncle Emil's heart that put him in the hospital - you see it is a big heart. Full of love for all of us. Well used and given out freely.<br /><br />I hope anyone who reads this will say a little prayer for him. He could use it. <br />Love, your niece, SusieSusan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-53229412123164326642009-09-07T12:55:00.007-05:002009-09-07T13:09:07.076-05:00Move over Michael and Britney<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiomAijaQQNpp_7of82bqxneLmgef5piBs9j0IH3pkJf_km-lbdeuin2zdL190izOo9P3gu-DFmEzZqENImZBOR_QWadM_4wLUGn2_FxvLfCvkbriUzl1s3Zkilb1gyRwuS_8nRbCA1keHO/s1600-h/Nick+performs.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378788155227003938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiomAijaQQNpp_7of82bqxneLmgef5piBs9j0IH3pkJf_km-lbdeuin2zdL190izOo9P3gu-DFmEzZqENImZBOR_QWadM_4wLUGn2_FxvLfCvkbriUzl1s3Zkilb1gyRwuS_8nRbCA1keHO/s200/Nick+performs.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I just had to add my 9 year old's video to my blog. Nicholas aspires to perform and one night he stole his brothers video camera amd made this. Enjoy!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64HHTzH1k8w&feature=autofb">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64HHTzH1k8w&feature=autofb</a></div>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-11390821195924001992009-08-06T22:49:00.019-05:002009-08-14T22:27:42.629-05:00Fireworks...or just fire? : the RV trip heats up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6MN4CkNP1GHc4GaomGdW89pRNGmtc182ohNRHYP57H0VsFEVWpYa5lfuhORAa57NAYOaAXC9HW1XhMhdbowJucUIWsHoTBZhF5eQmZ6gg5a48Mnaz9rbobqNM7XjwkumunvVkB2U4A2Uu/s1600-h/Fire_truck_2.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 48px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367069759615629218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6MN4CkNP1GHc4GaomGdW89pRNGmtc182ohNRHYP57H0VsFEVWpYa5lfuhORAa57NAYOaAXC9HW1XhMhdbowJucUIWsHoTBZhF5eQmZ6gg5a48Mnaz9rbobqNM7XjwkumunvVkB2U4A2Uu/s200/Fire_truck_2.gif" /></a> We settled into a great 4th of July evening with nice, clear weather and our first cookout by the campfire complete with crowd-pleasing weenies (I'm referring to the food not the company). <div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>Everyone is in high spirits except for Honey, the Retriever...Springer...I'm not sure what kind of dog she is. Honey does not appreciate the noise from the fireworks going off around us. Still, she manages to shed less than Windsor, the Lab...Shepherd...I don't know what kind of dog he is. Windsor has been able to eject one clump of matted black hair every 3.5 minutes. And Pixie, the Springer Spaniel (got one right) was entertaining herself by barking at anyone who set foot near our campsite. With our furry security force we had no fears of being robbed.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Now need to see some real fireworks. The nearby racetrack is holding a big display after tonight's races and it will be easy to know when to head there because, from our campgrounds, we can hear every lap the cars make.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Just then, Lisa and I see bright light and a lot of smoke just over the hill. Maybe they are starting early - then we hear the firetrucks (maybe not). Soon the racetrack noise is drowned out by emergency vehicle horns and sirens.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Bubba and the Bubba Juniors (sounds like an act from <a href="http://www.nbc.com/americas-got-talent/">America's Got Talent</a>) race off in our rented van leaving Lisa Loo Li and I to tend our own fire and the pets. They return with video from Al's Flip Cam. A stray firework landed on a quonset hut filled with 3,000 bales of hay. It is right near the racetrack and now Lisa and I want to get a look.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The whole Durfey clan drives to a lot across from the races. Despite the loss of feed to the local livestock the night turns out to be pretty magical. From our spot we can watch a least 8 gorgeous firework display along the whole vista of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Hills">Black Hills</a> and we can gawk at the fire which is just up the block.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>We all jump when the racetrack is suddenly plunged into darkness. Seems the generator tor the track was in the building behind the burning hay. At least no cars were racing. Lucky for us they decide to start the fireworks. I am in incendiary heaven as I snuggle with Nick in the open back of the van.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Join the Durfeys at our first tourist trap day: </div><div><strong><a href="http://www.bearcountryusa.com/">Bear Country </a>or "Mom what are those animals doing to each other?"</strong> : the RV trip</div>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-13711450702296924602009-08-03T22:31:00.031-05:002009-08-03T23:35:52.784-05:00Who pooped in the pool? : RV trip continued<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUI7DtOIDtOBgnn4g9jlAJf4pEQh5_STEz6hIo8AyqLHJGy8S9AsoMTWTRNIQEh3W3R9JinIsvuDAH9sGe73EQclxZ4dHfWWSEG0RBYQRzICB-d86OTJDIaWgg3k7uaFUZuf4OG-xpE8mf/s1600-h/220px-The_Beverly_Hillbillies.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365959029378917138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUI7DtOIDtOBgnn4g9jlAJf4pEQh5_STEz6hIo8AyqLHJGy8S9AsoMTWTRNIQEh3W3R9JinIsvuDAH9sGe73EQclxZ4dHfWWSEG0RBYQRzICB-d86OTJDIaWgg3k7uaFUZuf4OG-xpE8mf/s200/220px-The_Beverly_Hillbillies.jpg" /></a> Before we get any further I need to explain the Bubba reference from my previous blog - <a href="http://honestsb.blogspot.com/2009/08/bubba-and-gang-rv-trip-continued.html">Bubba and the gang : RV trip continued.</a><br /><br />My son Alex bought a little Flip camera to film short videos to chronicle our big trip. He wanted to spice it up by calling it "The Durfey's Vacation to South Dakota." Durfey being a name we made up years ago as a name for all the dazed families that wander around the Wal-Marts and the K-Marts of the world looking for a mile-long list of school supplies.<br /><br />In South Dakota, the Durfey's would represent any less-than-intelligent folk often seen on shows like <a href="http://www.heehaw.com/cast.html">Hee Haw</a>, the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beverly_Hillbillies">Beverly Hillbillies </a>or <a href="http://www.fox.com/kingofthehill/">King of the Hill</a>. Our cast would go like this:<br /><br />Mike - Bubba Durfey - patriarch of the Durfey family<br /><br />Lisa - Little Lisa Loo Li Loo Li Loo Durfey Jones- Bubba's wife<br /><br />Kevin - Bubba Junior<br /><br />Alex - Bubba Junior<br /><br />Nick - Bubba Junior<br /><br />And me - Becky Sue Bell Jessie Jo Mae Bob Jones Durfey - undetermined relationship<br /><br />(The cat and the dogs would play themselves)<br /><br />Camping in Rapid City started off rocky as some poor child got run over by a golf cart on the campgrounds. It wasn't fatal but it put all of us parents on high alert. We eventually make our way over to the all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast where a cook as old as the hills themselves makes what I can only call pancake art. If you are a young camper he would make you a perfect Spongebob, or butterfly, or whatever you wished out of pancake batter. I was jealous.<br /><br />Later that day Lisa and I decide it is high time we got our butts in the pool so we join our boys in the swim area and spot a tempting hot tub. We make a bee-line to it and that turns out to be the best decision we make all vacation. We are soaking only about 15 minutes when we notice the pool the looking kind of empty. What we witness next was a scene eerily similar to the candy bar in the pool scene from <a href="http://caddyshackthemovie.warnerbros.com/cmp/video.htm">Caddyshack</a>. (It seems this whole vacation will be a reliving of every film moment <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chevy_Chase">Chevy Chase</a> has ever had.) The difference for us is that it is not a candy bar we are looking at. Someone informs us the pool is closed.<br /><br />It is now the evening of the 4th of July and we want to see some fireworks. Boy do we get our wish! Stay tuned for part 4: <strong>Fireworks or just fire? : RV tip continued</strong>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-73983805164496960492009-08-02T22:45:00.013-05:002009-08-02T23:28:43.334-05:00Bubba and the gang: RV trip continued<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-taeqYc30Q8ti92IuKnntxQHo8d9P2bzgL5RkumfLAfTt7P8dbocYRUpJJiN3ftUuCbY_sZ0yl_8J4kG-g73XfPu1W1YxYxBdsRRYMoxMDF-_BAQcyiDRWAMl0Bkhcr9R3qwndnGrhXl2/s1600-h/Wall+Drugthumbnail.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365589238131521970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-taeqYc30Q8ti92IuKnntxQHo8d9P2bzgL5RkumfLAfTt7P8dbocYRUpJJiN3ftUuCbY_sZ0yl_8J4kG-g73XfPu1W1YxYxBdsRRYMoxMDF-_BAQcyiDRWAMl0Bkhcr9R3qwndnGrhXl2/s200/Wall+Drugthumbnail.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Our first night on the road and at about 2:30 or 3:00 am we pull over to sleep in a rest stop parking lot. This is my first experience with this. My sleeping spot happens to be right by the door and the parking lot light is shining right onto my face. No worries, I'll sleep, the cars constantly pulling in and out and all the slamming doors won't keep me awake. No sir-ee. I'll be out like a light as soon as that dog gets off my bed. I can sleep on this hard little cushion with the one inadequate blanket I brought to keep out the cold. Sure, I can sleep. Yes I can. You betcha.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>What? It's 9:00 am?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We're ready to go. Okay, so I am pumped for the trip. Who needs sleep anyway? I should have realized that the innocent idea I had of an easy RV vacation was gone as quickly the digital camera my son left at the restaurant breakfast table this morning. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>After the quick stop at <a href="http://www.walldrug.com/">Wall Drug </a>where my son and his friend bought real Samurai swords (a warning to parents - not everything at a tourist trap is a fake as it looks) we drove on to Rapid City skipping the <a href="http://www.nps.gov/badl/upload/Badlands%20Visitor%20Guide%202009.pdf">Badlands</a> until our trip home, since we had to get to a rental car place before it closed.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We eventually find our first KOA Kampground which is nice and pretty much right in Rapid City. We are very close to a race track and that plays heavily in our second night here. After a bit of maneuvering to get the RV in the right spot so both the water and sewer connections will reach, we start to unpack. The kids race over to the pool as the parents walk dogs, haul folding chairs, test the AC, find the supplies we need to eat and drink, sweep out dog hair, get the mysterious blue tablet in the toilet, etc, etc, etc. We're camping now.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My sister-in-law, niece and her daughter drive up and after we visit for a while we follow them to a spot in the hills where the locals go to watch the 3rd of July fireworks. That is, if it weren't so foggy up in the hills that you could see the fireworks. Nevertheless we have a great time talking and get back to camp tired enough to actually sleep.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Stay tuned for our next adventure called "Everybody out of the Water" or "Who pooped in the Pool?"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-32487326504998836032009-07-21T22:01:00.018-05:002009-08-02T22:55:58.440-05:00Chevy Chase has nothing on us<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwSYuA5F36ltizScv11DeefP71OR2xXP1KiWGSj6de0fZeY3MrhrPPLxSyx6dpUCxQE_SdppBPVDEULt4hKapk416-h7GUbswp4z7L97ZeQi3B3TSZ6idb6TIDaURWkCoCawEdG3C5wm1Y/s1600-h/200px-Vacation1983.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361118820110758754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwSYuA5F36ltizScv11DeefP71OR2xXP1KiWGSj6de0fZeY3MrhrPPLxSyx6dpUCxQE_SdppBPVDEULt4hKapk416-h7GUbswp4z7L97ZeQi3B3TSZ6idb6TIDaURWkCoCawEdG3C5wm1Y/s200/200px-Vacation1983.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Put together 3 adults, 3 children, 3 dogs (of the large breeds) and one cat in a 30 foot RV and let them drive from the Twin Cities in Minnesota out to camp in the Black Hills of South Dakota and what do you get? You get plot for a reality TV series for which Mark Burnett would pay good money. The story line includes fires, poop, golf cart accidents, lost personal items, no cell phone reception, a total melt down and my personal favorite, projectile vomiting.</div><div></div><br /><div>As I start this I should say that all parties involved are still great friends and we all know each other A LOT better than we used to. Let's begin.</div><div></div><br /><div>After work on Thursday, July 2nd I get the call that my friends have secured the RV a day early and would we like to leave that evening. Why not? I have most of my packing done. The kids are anxious to get going and we'll get out to S. Dak. in time for the July 3rd fireworks at Mount Rushmore. Let the good times roll.</div><div></div><div><strong>We have going for us:</strong> Mike, our professional driver who is a veteran of driving semi trucks cross-country. He vows to do all of the driving. Sweet!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong>What we have against us:</strong> Three adults who have never camped in a big RV before...and everything else.</div><br /><div></div><div><strong>Sleeping arrangements:</strong> Mike and Lisa in the back room, Alex and Kevin in the loft, Nick I on the fold outs in the main area and dogs and cat wherever they damn well please. This should work.</div><br /><div></div><div><strong>The RV toilet:</strong> I never understood the word "throne" being used to describe a toilet until I had to use the potty in the RV. With very little room to maneuver one is expected to climb up on this toilet which must be mounted about 3 feet off the floor. Add another 2 feet for the actual bowl height and consider that I am only 5'3" tall. I felt like a contestant on one of those Japanese game shows every time nature called. Not to mention there was virtually no place to put your feet down once you were up there. Okay, I can live with it.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong>The dogs:</strong> I love all three of these dogs but I am currently not returning any of their phone calls. Here are some things to remember when vacationing with dogs. </div><div></div><div></div><div>1. Water bowls spill a lot when you are driving.</div><div>2. Nervous dogs shed a lot when you are driving.</div><div>3. Some nervous dogs drool a lot when they are resting on your leg for comfort.</div><div>4. Dogs who have just been walked have very dirty feet when they re-enter the RV.</div><div>5. Dogs with dirty feet love to jump up on your bed.</div><div>6. Calm dogs shed a lot. </div><div>7. Dogs like to escape after being cooped up in a RV for a long time.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I guess that's enough for our first lesson on the RV vacation. Stay tuned.</div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-42290864683758391962009-07-20T11:13:00.012-05:002009-07-20T11:40:40.757-05:00Horcruxes versus hormones<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9iCaCT4pDkzOS-MhcOj04EexzhDD_MSbBXf1BlH8APFS3fXag3CHOFZ4cwab9qrgui_B_idfFCPeOce19rxc_uQH_3ePM9zgah7nbOdHZCvMF9aMff2xp1j0yS-GYYd1J8SFILQvtc9V/s1600-h/Harry+%26+Dumbledore.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360577047588719410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9iCaCT4pDkzOS-MhcOj04EexzhDD_MSbBXf1BlH8APFS3fXag3CHOFZ4cwab9qrgui_B_idfFCPeOce19rxc_uQH_3ePM9zgah7nbOdHZCvMF9aMff2xp1j0yS-GYYd1J8SFILQvtc9V/s200/Harry+%26+Dumbledore.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>NOTE: Spoilers in here for those who have not read the book or have yet to see the movie.<br /><br />What is going on with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Yates">David Yates</a>? My 13 year old son and I went to see <a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809791044/info"><strong>Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince</strong> </a>on the second evening of its opening. Our hopes were high from the exciting previews we saw, and then… eh!<br /><br />The only word I can use to describe my feelings for the new Harry Potter film is ambivalence. For what was one of the most emotional and revealing books of the series I was left wanting much more from the film. Yes it was fun to see the old gang at Hogwarts yucking it up again. Most of the scenic elements we have grown to admire were there, but some were altered for no reason like the pensive that now looks like a modern day bathroom sink and the Quiddich pitch witch looks like a strong wind hit it and knocked off all the siding.<br /><br />These minor alterations don’t really affect the story, however, what was David Yates thinking when he left out the biography of Tom Riddle? Almost every piece of exposition from the book that explained his ascent into evil and the birth of the Horcruxes was left out of the film. Instead we got to see an overabundance of Hermione pining for Ron, Lavender pining for Ron, Ron infatuated with Slughorn, Harry and Ginny infatuated with each other and most of the girls in Hogwarts along with Professor Slughorn desperate for Harry. Funny yes, essential to the plotline, not so much.<br /><br />The movie did get one scene spot on and that was Dumbledore and Harry in the immensely creepy cave with the underground lake searching for one of the horcruxes. That type of imagery and attention to the plotline of the book should have been in more of the film. Mr. Yates and screenwriter <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Kloves">Steve Kloves</a> didn’t even let us see the Tom Riddle’s family home or the bloody betrayals of the Gaunt family.<br /><br />I was also sad to see no hint of Dumbledore’s funeral which was a poignant ending to the book and left anyone with a heart a bit misty-eyed. I kept waiting for the merpeople, Hagrid's brother and the centaurs. I can only assume production costs removed them from the storyboard only to be replaced by lit wands held in the air reminiscent of the ending to any kick-ass rock concert.<br /><br />The last scene in the movie shows a bird flying off and unless you read the book it is very hard to tell that this is Fawkes, Dumbledore’s faithful, mystical phoenix. I needed binoculars to get the full effect. I can only hope there is some back-tracking in the next two films to get the plotline back on track. Those of you who follow the wands will know what I’m talking about.</div>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-90219903456518641302009-04-30T00:16:00.010-05:002009-04-30T00:30:42.920-05:00A Mother’s Day letter to a great man<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAa33YzLbb3XjDCKHVPpup0_YdN38lP-qci3NPezabqHhogOM08-Vbq0HLYT2m61xCa2R2zbU6eVL3aRKD2lqI0ASbQ1qqubLFYKtMVigVSNSM48rLs7UuM71rjlnTtIasKHilUTl3reT8/s1600-h/Alex+with+the+beloved+IPOD.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330350495335723506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAa33YzLbb3XjDCKHVPpup0_YdN38lP-qci3NPezabqHhogOM08-Vbq0HLYT2m61xCa2R2zbU6eVL3aRKD2lqI0ASbQ1qqubLFYKtMVigVSNSM48rLs7UuM71rjlnTtIasKHilUTl3reT8/s200/Alex+with+the+beloved+IPOD.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I don’t know how many millions of small and large decisions have to be made in just the proper order and carried out in just the right way to save a life. It is a miracle and I have been blessed to witness it. We are supposed to write letters to our mothers when Mother’s Day draws near however, this is a letter FROM a mother. A very, very grateful mother. I write it in an open forum to express to as many people as I can how very humbled and appreciative I am for having Alex with me today.<br /><br />It has been one year and 5 months since I sat in PICU, looking at my beautiful son, lying in a bed, unconscious, with most his hair shaved off, tubes down his throat, coming from his hands, his heart, his arms, monitors on every side and a shunt sticking out of a hole cut in his skull to drain fluid from his brain. I still tear up as I write this.<br /><br />When the vein burst in Alex’s head and we rushed him to the nearest hospital, they put us in an examining room. No doctor came in. Alex had no sight in one eye and was in and out of consciousness. His pain was unfathomable and they could not even get a temperature because he was panting, shaking and sweating so badly. Besides a couple of nurses, the only one who made it into the room was a guy with a computer and a credit card machine to collect my $100 emergency room co-pay. After an hour I was beside myself and told them we were leaving. A nurse took pity and found a doctor. Then, and this is the only cliché that fits, all hell broke loose.<br /><br />Al was whisked off to a CAT scan followed by a trip to the Red Room a staging area used for severe cases to be prepped for transfer to the nearest trauma center. At one point I counted seventeen people working on my son. I couldn’t even see him on the table through all the bodies. The look on everyone’s faces was between desperation and pity.<br /><br />After the ambulance ride to hospital #2, the gurney Alex was on was ripped away from me and the next thing I knew he was given an operation to relieve the pressure on his brain. He remained unconscious when I saw him again. The next day Dr. Nagib came over from his hospital to consult on the case.<br /><br />What can I say about you doctor Nagib.<br /><br />Maybe I should just repeat the words I heard over and over from surgeons, nurses, anesthesiologists and many others, “If it was my child, he is the only surgeon I would let touch them.” You were understanding and very clear on the severity of the situation. We decided to move Alex to hospitals #3 and 4. It was the best decision I have ever made in my life.<br /><br />I am grateful to everyone who prayed for, and worked so hard to save Alex, but I have a special place in my heart for you Dr. Nagib. Through each surgery that different teams performed you were so clear and calm as you informed us of each hurdle Alex had to face. A few people had told me you did not have the best bedside manner. I beg to differ. The day you performed the surgery to remove the dead vein tissue it was an excruciating wait. After hours of surgery passed I could see from the information screen that Alex was in post-op and my heart was in my throat. You came into the waiting room with the biggest and brightest smile on your face. That was all the bedside manner I needed. You saved my son.<br /><br />I suspect this seems like a long time to wait to say how eternally grateful I am, but the feelings have been so deep that no words seemed enough. All I can say is…Alex turns 13 in May. Thank you.<br /></div><br /><div></div>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-73738873209225105522009-04-25T15:18:00.014-05:002009-04-25T16:09:48.111-05:00Secret identities<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3jjRv_vxL2I4xoCilJFI2vVLRUMGrAN-Yaj1TJWGr5E1_pSfsxwAyeLE0ksMDGuiuodIhEZ2yuLebGEldmiTU3REHDwfvfbN5ODu6upfYOACu3InoXJdfCxJVWId-bpQJEks8EhxQ5V7/s1600-h/1217047873930489107standing%2520lady%2520silhouette_svg_thumb.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328728787103424482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 29px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3jjRv_vxL2I4xoCilJFI2vVLRUMGrAN-Yaj1TJWGr5E1_pSfsxwAyeLE0ksMDGuiuodIhEZ2yuLebGEldmiTU3REHDwfvfbN5ODu6upfYOACu3InoXJdfCxJVWId-bpQJEks8EhxQ5V7/s200/1217047873930489107standing%2520lady%2520silhouette_svg_thumb.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am always curious about nicknames. Those identities you've gained through the years that only people who know you well can truly understand.<br /><br />For example: one of the kid's at my son Nick's childcare is called "Stink". I assume the worse.<br /><br />Over the years, I have had the luxury of having more personalities than <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sybil_(1976_film)">Sybil</a>. Quite a few of theses characters were paired with friends who also assumed false names just for the fun of it. Here are a few of the aliases I have gone by:<br /><ul><li>TIGER (given to me by my father and my first and favorite name)</li><li>TOOTS PICKLE (from my cousins - when we were kids we all gave each other fruit and vegetable names. This is ironic because my son Nick is currently known as Nicky Pickle)</li><li>SUE-EEEE! (from my brother who thought it was fun to torture me with a pig call name. I've tried to block this name from my memory but my psyche has permanent damage)</li><li>SUSABELLE (from my dear friend Patti's mom during our college days. I am still called by this name by the entire Richard family)</li><li>BECKY SUE BELLE JESSIE JO MAE BOB (again college, again with my friend Patti who was known as Patti-Poo-Pie-Poo-Poo-Pie-Poo)</li><li>Part of a fictitious girl band called SLEEZE AND THE WRYTHETTES (also college, also with Patti and with Barb. I was one of the Wrythettes)</li><li>MAMA ONI (with my now departed sweet friend Chris who was Papa Oni. This family was based on the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Farkel_Family">Farkels</a> of <a href="http://www.timvp.com/laughin.html">Laugh In </a>fame. Papa and I had many, many children)</li><li>BETTY (counterpart to Bill who is my friend Steve. We met doing summer stock theater)</li><li>BEA (counterpart to Howard who is my charming friend Tommy. We met at college and were reunited touring in children's theater)</li><li>KATE (for Katherine Hepburn - during my serious acting days)</li><li>DAGO CHICK (part of a four person national acting tour that included Spence, Jewfish and Macho Chick - a.k.a Jeff, Bob and Maria)</li><li>LA-QUICHE-A (part of a current duo with my crazy bud Lisa who is Om-Letta)</li><li>And of course - SB (given to me by dear Joanne, the original SB)</li></ul><p>If I have forgotten anyone of my names, please feel free to send them to me or to one of my personalities listed above. :)</p>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-86339005131165247412009-04-22T22:28:00.017-05:002011-05-16T13:43:54.465-05:00Junior High Sucks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7PqrK7hQWe_xVTsPfdAQrRKDlkyzQTrHBJ83wztmKsnrwdSUVJ7W1Qh-Vg8S2CNnkxGgsR5DFm1weqMQ0aWzwxNIlPQkGtmQ-O4CbD18qCpUQ1zhVtkW1G6FKNAjgmHlth14eH_8GYIk7/s1600-h/classhands.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 90px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327737828464091602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7PqrK7hQWe_xVTsPfdAQrRKDlkyzQTrHBJ83wztmKsnrwdSUVJ7W1Qh-Vg8S2CNnkxGgsR5DFm1weqMQ0aWzwxNIlPQkGtmQ-O4CbD18qCpUQ1zhVtkW1G6FKNAjgmHlth14eH_8GYIk7/s200/classhands.gif" /></a><br /><br /><div>I dedicate this blog to my son, Alex, who this very day spent over 6 1/2 hours in one of the roughest, most judgemental, confusing, challenging and altogether frustrating places on earth - Junior High School.</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>It has been a while since I have written about the SB code of ethics and nothing displays those ethics better than our advice to our children on surviving junior high. Now we don't sugar coat much here in SB-land. No matter how you slice it...no matter how prepared you think you are for it...no matter if it is a 2-year or 3-year stint...the plain and simple fact is...</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Junior High Sucks.</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I may have mentioned in a previous blog the terror I experienced going from a small, Catholic grade school to a large, public junior high. Talk about being thrown to the wolves! I went from wearing uniforms and attending church every morning to wearing anything I wanted and being allowed to pick some of my own classes - hey wait, I guess it wasn't all bad.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>The worst part of JH is how it seems to hit at the time of your life when you are most insecure and your hormones are making all the decisions for you. It is also time when you are expected to make the all-important decision on your school social grouping. You know: jock, nerd, invisible, druggie, brain, slut, etc. Being an SB my whole life I was a bit rebellious of this plot to be labeled. I discovered that a good sense of self deprecating humor allowed me to mingle amongst all the tribes without really joining any. </div><br /><br /><div>When my son started JH last fall I told him it is a time in your life you just sort of endure. Like hitting puberty - it is inevitable. My son has already managed to get in a fight and punch a bully, break his leg, discover acne, get sent to an after school study class to catch up on algebra and meet a girl. Not bad for his first year. I learned the other day that the main activity on the long bus ride to school was comparing the amount of armpit hair each kid had acquired. I guess some of the girls are in the lead. Ahhhh progress.</div><br /><br /><div>So for those of us who have made it through junior high relatively unscathed I want to applaud you. And for those who are in the throes of learning to shower in groups and stand endlessly staring at each other at school dances - I feel your pain. </div>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-29029568838353871832009-04-18T23:09:00.014-05:002009-04-18T23:56:05.830-05:00A Good Chick Flick can do the Trick<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>WARNING:</strong></span> </div><span style="font-size:85%;">The following blog is meant for women <strong>only</strong> (and possibly a few of my very close gay men friends).</span><br /><br />There was some sort of harmonic convergence tonight as I discovered that more than one of my dear friends of the female persuasion was able to have a reduced testosterone environment for a few hours and release a few antsy hormones by watching a chick flick.<br /><br />Chick flicks (CFs) are one of the few places women can let their eggs hang out. Crying is almost mandatory as is laughing like a banshee. Food of the non-dieting variety is a must and no one leaves without having shared one extremely personal story with their fellow chick flick viewer.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvA0mGF9dTCai58cZ8VZM3pK03dZHmbEEM-37kTl0oIZsj79z7WsOby4d4gD832cgsqlZIG2fizhQHH8VKScTJK0kqznxiKeApTTNVSRNpyVBY7_RBsziBLdChtGcqkB-MA84cs1ls1wpH/s1600-h/MV5BMTQyMjI5MjM5NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDIxODMyMQ@@__V1__SX95_SY140_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326254643602652642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvA0mGF9dTCai58cZ8VZM3pK03dZHmbEEM-37kTl0oIZsj79z7WsOby4d4gD832cgsqlZIG2fizhQHH8VKScTJK0kqznxiKeApTTNVSRNpyVBY7_RBsziBLdChtGcqkB-MA84cs1ls1wpH/s200/MV5BMTQyMjI5MjM5NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDIxODMyMQ@@__V1__SX95_SY140_.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tonight we indulged in the classic CF - <a href="http://video.google.com/videosearch?sourceid=navclient&rlz=1T4ADBF_enUS319US320&q=steel+magnolias&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=a6zqScmNAYieMrOf3dAF&sa=X&oi=video_result_group&resnum=4&ct=title#">"Steel Magnolia's". </a>I have personally watched this movie at least 20 times and never fail sobbing like 2 year old each time I see it. My dear friend Lisa, who had somehow made it this far in life having never see it, was almost comatose by the end. Mission Accomplished.<br /><br />Another CF that is in the same emotional league as Magnolias is <a href="http://video.google.com/videosearch?sourceid=navclient&rlz=1T4ADBF_enUS319US320&q=The+Joy+Luck+Club&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=Tq3qSfmhGpDcMaqMxO0F&sa=X&oi=video_result_group&resnum=11&ct=title#">"The Joy Luck Club"</a>. Kleenex brand tissues owes much of their success as a product to multiple screenings of this tear-jerker.<br /><br /><br />For the uninitiated I will share some of my other CF favorites. Not all are meant to make you cry uncontrollably. Some are just so romantic you get utterly depressed for not finding anything like that in real life. Again, Mission Accomplished.<br /><ul><li>Pride and Prejudice - Keira Knightly version</li><li>Return to Me</li><li>Hope Floats</li><li>Shall We Dance</li><li>While You Were Sleeping</li><li>Fried Green Tomatoes</li><li>Dirty Dancing</li><li>Murphy's Romance</li><li>Moonstruck</li><li>Chocolat</li><li>Under the Tuscan Sun</li><li>Something to Talk About]</li><li>Beauty Shop</li><li>Where the Heart Is</li><li>French Kiss</li><li>Like Water from Chocolate]</li><li>Twilight</li><li>Quigley Down Under</li><li>Crossing Delancy</li><li>Parenthood</li></ul>So, all you woman and SBs out there, if you have a night where you can truly let the estrogen run wild I'd suggest going to my list here and sitting down to watch one of these with a close friend or two. Poor some wine, have something salty and the tissues are on me.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326258552151915474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 62px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxAo8RSAdx10ZqtVGEXVB0dbw8JrwFjF1m8Mbl-sKrYPZoNvmyLnWqMjzHhZBAhyphenhyphenLelrD7SwIPfdcOTsEDQBdbBUYq3sTnL0n0uuJlwBPIE6i3Uv-WP88YmY62GnAEuhrHZ_esepcP2LCl/s200/Kleenex.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlxrZ-uY3wYeOMXdp6BqhA8-Q5kqZwhATkdjrgElcn_0re6VielJThOCleCe3wZ8FloLHkXbTKWG_8lZ79WZ5IxSx2QZ3dqXiy2WdJnWFXctVy7_IGoupqBiheJMHZByQGufiFlQTEnCt/s1600-h/Kleenex.jpg"></a></p>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-29463596492372476852009-03-22T21:57:00.017-05:002009-03-22T22:30:50.604-05:00Qwest for a working computer ...or why I still love my pen and paper<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHpym2kySnubsO8NoY6N-yCzM9-RTbAlPM8wo7I8rUaTiOZHQOGMKFO6zL_o_ILZ0sZ97dyY54Ez3YYLtpNq1yJ1l957YJ8R4NPANo5S4HijSJLZ16Sb_N1zLl14ZnMr_J-7LLPbkK-3g/s1600-h/Laptop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316217250954071682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHpym2kySnubsO8NoY6N-yCzM9-RTbAlPM8wo7I8rUaTiOZHQOGMKFO6zL_o_ILZ0sZ97dyY54Ez3YYLtpNq1yJ1l957YJ8R4NPANo5S4HijSJLZ16Sb_N1zLl14ZnMr_J-7LLPbkK-3g/s200/Laptop.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My cousin Paul is giving my butt a kick to start writing again so I am on a borrowed computer until I can get my laptop working properly. I think I'd better recap since my absence has been due to technical difficulties. Here's what happened:<br /><br /><ul><li>Nov. 2008 - My old computer dies from sheer exhaustion on election night and Barack Obama becomes President. It was worth the sacrifice.<br /></li><li>Dec. 2009 - who cares. It's the holiday season and I would rather visit face-to face instead of face to Facebook. I am broke anyway so computer issue will have to wait till next year.<br /></li><li>Jan. 2009 - Good friend at work has her husband put together a hard drive for me powered by something called Ubutu. I didn't speak the language. </li><li>Feb. 2009 - get a used Gateway laptop from work that has been wiped so clean I have yet to soil it. I buy Microsoft Office Home and Student 2007. Load that and call Qwest to get a modem. Yes folks I decide to spring for the wireless and loose my dial up. (Moment of silence).</li><br /><li>Mar. 2009 - After much downloading and hours talking to people in India with names like Jennifer and Mitch my modem still will not work properly. I whine - it does no good.<br /></li><li>Yesterday - My second visit from a Qwest service technician and we discover that none of the drivers for sound, video or the Ethernet are anywhere to be found on the laptop. Solution: download them. Problem: can't access internet to download. Solution: go out and buy a 4 gig jump drive to download drivers from another computer. Problem: When I try to unzip them on my laptop it cannot "create C:Cabs" and aborts the unzip process.</li><li></li><li>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!</li></ul><p align="left">(Go to your happy place SB.)<br /><br />Now I never said I was a computer guru but I have Googled C:Cabs and found that nothing of much use turns up. I also added a new WinZip in hopes I could fool it into unzipping the files but no such luck.</p><p align="left">My bedroom is strewn with so much non-working hardware and software I am thinking of dating a guy from the Geek Squad just to give us both some satisfaction. </p><p align="left">Anyway, Now you know why I haven't written for a while.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-51164521225435037942009-03-06T14:12:00.003-06:002009-03-06T14:20:17.688-06:00She's baaaaaack!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWS5-I02_WPD5_vD1Yyz0-lWfZwraF4F5G0uTV0YPDzlv62mnUF0BD08NncRUEwXqBfZ79QyWHFn03ElhxzMNvSJ6IhrtpQvoadzQXL9NSZwqIIL5t0CSzjnfYMhUJFE8aMIF6SBLHqLF6/s1600-h/jack.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310172082646880274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWS5-I02_WPD5_vD1Yyz0-lWfZwraF4F5G0uTV0YPDzlv62mnUF0BD08NncRUEwXqBfZ79QyWHFn03ElhxzMNvSJ6IhrtpQvoadzQXL9NSZwqIIL5t0CSzjnfYMhUJFE8aMIF6SBLHqLF6/s320/jack.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So sorry about my immensely, obnoxious, long absence but life is funny that way. My computer died on election night. (From joy and ecstasy I presume). I am still getting hooked up again, but wanted everyone to know I am still kicking even if I am not typing. My son, Alex however is hobbling. He broke both bones in his right leg in school last week doing a drama, jumping exercise that just happened to be on a throw rug that moved. Ahhhhhhh! It is our crisis du jour.<br /><br />I'll write something substantial next time but for now it is just good to be back.</div>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-80326549299788096002008-11-04T09:03:00.004-06:002008-11-04T09:08:31.381-06:00Vote and Be Counted!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsEdHhNdEU2O-zkB7m4DIov7aaxtDH0NhyphenhyphenNr_xtJ1NWl25JRZhqvvFXkK6zXmuRQJvwbG-gHWctW_XwVkmrGzoe35ssB4KXhUyg7lBlc9w8ToOLwWcm8E7V5XSQwM4jhAMpWPPSYZ0fi9/s1600-h/Woman-Voter-881852.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264819374387408242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsEdHhNdEU2O-zkB7m4DIov7aaxtDH0NhyphenhyphenNr_xtJ1NWl25JRZhqvvFXkK6zXmuRQJvwbG-gHWctW_XwVkmrGzoe35ssB4KXhUyg7lBlc9w8ToOLwWcm8E7V5XSQwM4jhAMpWPPSYZ0fi9/s320/Woman-Voter-881852.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Today's the day. I have already visited the polls and I have never felt better about the vote I cast. Get out there. Be heard and be the change we need!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div></div>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-26829700774574355842008-10-22T21:54:00.024-05:002008-10-22T23:06:32.718-05:00The value of a vote<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPXvFx-TDaEq_mMcVbJXf2BpeZ9It9BdWRe4JiWgGOcQv7gjWCMI_Eycs18lrwVdf7Fz4qf0r7Kf1_JYIkLEUR4buAMmeUiIPcpUX_BmdSi-6q1WXZuXb4rIoY0gLnFy_yxopiu0K4SnXj/s1600-h/TN_vote08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260192736854303362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPXvFx-TDaEq_mMcVbJXf2BpeZ9It9BdWRe4JiWgGOcQv7gjWCMI_Eycs18lrwVdf7Fz4qf0r7Kf1_JYIkLEUR4buAMmeUiIPcpUX_BmdSi-6q1WXZuXb4rIoY0gLnFy_yxopiu0K4SnXj/s200/TN_vote08.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I hope by now the gravity of this election and the vote you will cast in November is very clear to everyone out there. We are all paying for the hubris and unbridled greed of the last eight years. This includes the those who voted twice for false words and tricks as opposed to substance, and those of us who didn't, but also didn't get involved enough to change the outcome (especially after the first "W" term).</div><br /><div>For the past few years I have been saying we need something akin to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Revolution">French Revolution </a>to get these 'let them eat cake' phonies out of power. It takes "we" the people to stand together to fight the type of injustice we've witnessed. I am so heartened to see the amazing number of people - who have very little to cash spare - donating to the Obama campaign out of the sheer desire for change. It is when you have little and you still give that you speak the loudest.</div><br /><div>One comment for the "undecideds" out there. Good God, what are you waiting to hear? That a magical fairy president will make it all go away with no taxes and a wave of the flag? Think again. Yes, you have every right to make up your mind, but I can't think of an election in recent times where there has been so much out there to digest on both candidates. If you are truly that conflicted - and I can't believe I am saying this - don't vote. It is so important that we have informed and committed voters rather than those that just show up and check a random box. Too much is at risk.</div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Resources for Voters:</span></strong></div><br /><div>By the way, if you want to read a powerful article on the real life and times of John McCain see Rollingstone's October 16th post by Tim Dickinson, "<em><strong>Make Believe Maverick"</strong></em> at:</div><br /><div><a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/coverstory/make_believe_maverick_the_real_john_mccain">http://www.rollingstone.com/news/coverstory/make_believe_maverick_the_real_john_mccain</a></div><br /><div></div><div>Oh yes, don't forget that this election is also in the hands of the electronic voting machines, ballot counters and the ability of folks to get to the polls, get in and have their vote count. There is already a despicable effort to make this more difficult for voters in lower income neighborhoods. A great resource you can download to learn what to do about voter fraud before you hit a snag on election day is the comic book style sine called <em><strong>"Steal Back Your Vote"</strong></em> by Greg Palast and Bobby Kennedy Jr. Get you copy at:</div><br /><div><a href="http://www.gregpalast.com/sbyv/">http://www.gregpalast.com/sbyv/</a></div><br /><div></div><div>On the radio the other day I heard and elderly man who called in to say he voted early for Obama to avoid the long lines. He also said in a very choked up voice that after he cast his vote he got in his car and cried because he was so overcome and saddened by this campaign season and by what has happened to his America. I couldn't put it better myself.</div>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-4928360010467266442008-10-17T09:34:00.005-05:002008-10-17T09:47:29.832-05:00Barack and Bruuuuuce!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUaSRAyzV-hY75tzX_UpGYSvrflkmn0x0oFe1yg4ul5X8MKx60dQ_99UaUVig1sreFWomA5KUCUolIweiO_XSBu-hYLEGFd1KGFFw6HA6XhdhRfxVUzZvnjT55R0U1rX-s6zFWUSYh375J/s1600-h/Barack.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258134450755204418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUaSRAyzV-hY75tzX_UpGYSvrflkmn0x0oFe1yg4ul5X8MKx60dQ_99UaUVig1sreFWomA5KUCUolIweiO_XSBu-hYLEGFd1KGFFw6HA6XhdhRfxVUzZvnjT55R0U1rX-s6zFWUSYh375J/s200/Barack.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here's my all time favorite musician on YouTube speaking in Philadelphia about support for my favorite presidential candidate. Have a look and a listen:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFnCc20E87g">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFnCc20E87g</a></div>Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-65541396174091522202008-10-04T10:31:00.007-05:002008-10-04T10:52:30.348-05:00Debate #2: The professor and the internWell folks I have to say the debate was much more than I hoped. No, I don't mean that Sarah Palin was marvelous. She wasn't. I am talking about Joe Biden being the example of what a competent debater and good leader should be. He had the facts, he answered the questions (without winking) and he addressed the falsehoods. I was very comforted. Sarah just made me want to slap a sash on her and vote her in as Miss Congeniality. No substance and all show.<br /><br />Her calculated ploy at the beginning of the debate was shameless - to ask if she could call the Senator 'Joe' was such an obvious plan of the GOP to keep the word Senator out of the debate so she would "seem" to be on a more equal footing. It might have worked had she not sounded like a parrot that was hoping to get a V.P. Cracker if she repeater what her owners told her to. <br />"Squawk - environment!"<br />"Squawk - maverick!" <br />"Squawk - Palin want a cracker!"<br /><br />The other annoying aspect was the folksy - down home approach of Gov. Palin. I come from a once factory filled, working class town in Wisconsin. We know what real folks are. We also know when folks are trying to manipulate us and divert our attention to non-essential things. Her responses were so sweet the other night that my poor cousin had to up his insulin shots just to make it through the 90 minutes. Too bad that under the McCain plan he won't be able to afford extra insulin.<br /><br />Okay - no more jabs - here's the facts folks. You can find Governor Palin and likable as you want. Heck, I'd have a cup of coffee with her. But I don't want an intern doing a manager's job. Our country is facing some of the toughest times I've seen in my 50 years and I was around for the Vietnam debacle. Please don't vote for nice - vote for capable. Vote for informed and vote for a team that isn't connected to what has been a failure for the last 8 years.Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219159793377775820.post-4570743623464703822008-09-26T23:16:00.009-05:002008-09-27T11:07:00.347-05:00Obama vs. McSameI can't say that it was the most inspiring debate I've ever heard, but the debate really couldn't be inspiring. We need more than a cheerleader to run this country (or a demented cowboy like we have had for the last 8 years). We're in it too deep for the usual campaign rhetoric and touching stories - I wish someone had told Senator McCain.<br /><br />I tried hard to listen to McCain's plan for our country but I could barely find one. Instead I found a nice old guy who seemed peeved and wouldn't even look <a href="http://www.barackobama.com/splash/nom.html?source=SEM-register-yahoo-obama-search-national">Senator Obama </a>in the eye. He spoke of how we need to do "something" and I never got much of a sense of what that something is. Instead I heard a lot of "he's wrong" and "he doesn't know" directed at Barack Obama. It is the usual school kid trick of trying to sound tough without anything to back it up. I think he learned that from his mentor George Bush the king of huff and puff.<br /><br />I was also not impressed by the Christmas card list of people <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_McCain">Senator McCain </a>knows being brought up throughout the debate. Satyric example: "Back in aught 5 Henry Kissinger and I shared a salami sandwich near the reflecting pool while we discussed how much we love our country and how bad those foreigners are." So tell me, how is this going to solve the our policy issues and end the endless war? Where was the substance? How can you love something and not protect it? We're hurting out here. Hello!<br /><br />I appreciate Senator Obama looking the America people in the eye and giving us details. I want a leader who will lay it out there for discussion and not pretend to have answers. Sure it is easier to criticize a plan that is out in the open than no plan at all - which is the safe road McCain plays. If he doesn't tell them what he wants to do, they can say it is wrong.<br /><br />We need to elect a leader in the White House who is willing to put the guns and the threats down for a while and attempt diplomatic discussions. I seem to remember that working pretty well for leaders in the past (current incumbent not included).<br /><br />Senator McCain is a nice man - so go have a beer with him but for heaven sake, don't' vote for nice, vote for capable and prepared.<br /><br />P.S. On that note, I cannot wait to hear Senator Biden and Governor Barbie in the next debate.Susan "SB2"http://www.blogger.com/profile/16986096868701342120noreply@blogger.com1