Anti-War Monger

Y'all know nothin' lights my fire faster than questionable treatment of our troops ~ the men, women and families who sacrifice so much every day for each of us to live our lives in the manner we've come to demand and expect, instead of treasure and respect.
So imagine my reaction to THIS ap article I came across this evening...

A group led by anti-war activist Cindy Sheehan has protested near the CIA's headquarters and former Vice President Dick Cheney's home in northern Virginia.



They were protesting the use of unmanned drone aircraft to attack al-Qaida and Taliban targets.

The group of about 70 people rallied alongside a highway near the CIA compound Saturday. About half then marched to Cheney's nearby street and stayed for 20 minutes. Police kept them from going down his street.

Sheehan's 21-year-old son Casey was killed in Iraq in April 2004. She staged a prolonged demonstration outside former President George W. Bush's ranch near Crawford, Texas, in 2005.

She says using drones is "cowardly" and "immoral."

I don't get it people.  I really, really don't.
She's protested the war in general for years.  I do get that.  It's been a long haul.  It's been extremely costly in American lives.  But, I also feel there's been no real solution presented to the problem either.  (I was secretly harboring a hope the Messiah would have presented/followed through with his solutions by now.)  So if she was protesting that, I'd understand.  But she's not.  She's protesting the use of NON-MANNED WEAPONS against true enemies of the state. 

These groups make no bones about it, no justifications, no excuses, not the merest hint of denial about the way they feel about us or Israel.  We are dogs.  We are infidels.  We are whores.  They hate us.  They wish each one of us dead.  They are training to kill as many of us as they can.  They plan their attacks on our troops day and night.  They will stop at nothing.  She wants us to leave them alone.  That's her opinion.  She's entitled to it.  The troops are fighting for her right to express herself freely. 
The catch is, they are going to continue attacking us.  We will need to defend ourselves against them whether we are there or here.  Period.
And according to her, saving American lives by using non-manned methods is "cowardly" and "immoral".

mon⋅ger [muhng-ger, mong-]
–noun 1. a person who is involved with something in a petty or contemptible way

Ready or Not...Here They Come!

Nearly 250 athletes will venture north of the border to represent the United States at the 2010 Vancouver Olympics.

Here are the 15 sports we'll be cheering them on in...

A mere 30 days!!!

Bobsled

Alpine Skiing

Cross Country Skiing

Biathalon

Curling

Free Style Skiing

Figure Skating

Ice Hockey

Luge

Nordic Combined

Snowboard

Ski Jumping

Skeleton

Speed Skating

Short Track

Okay, my heart rate has increased.  My breathing is getting ragged and quick.  I feel the need to scream, moan and roll my head around...and it's not for the reason you may think.  It's because I'm getting giddy with anticipated excitement for the Opening Ceremony.

Tomorrow you get to meet one of our stars.

I can't wait!

Love Note to Big Shooter:  You show patience for my obsession.   You show tolerance for my insanity.   You show genuine interest (don't admit anything else if that's not true) in all the craziness leading up to the Blessed Event.  You show intense enthusiasm right along side me...thanks for your unconditional love, my Love. 

Sex Talk

Last Christmas Eve (2008) I decided I wasn't waiting any longer for Big Shooter to get over...well, whatever he needed to get over to have the Sex Talk with the Boy Child so I could have the same talk with the Girl Child. 
So I decided to do it myself.  Both of them.  At the same time.

Let's just say I now have the best advice in the world to hand out to parents all over the world trying to save themselves from having to do the Sex Talk more than once. 

Do more than one.  Do as many as children you have.  Do practice sessions.  Do extras.
Just don't do them AT THE SAME TIME!  Ever.

I'm not going to get into the whole conversation and questions here.  Just know that when some certain information finally sank in,  Boy Child sputtered and choked, "I have to do what to my wife??"...in front of his sister.  And later, "Do I have to?  Will I get a divorce if I don't want to?" 

And Girl Child?  Poor Girl Child.  She couldn't say anything for days other than, "Mommy, does it really, really, really hurt when the baby comes out?  Or just really hurt?"  I felt awful for her.  I'd crushed her little Mommyhood Bubble.  The girl was meant to me a Momma.  Aside from all the tom-boy, dirt, animal-loving and  target shooting...she just wants to be a fantastic Momma.  She talks about it all the time.   She practices.  She plans it.  She dreams about it.  Ooooh the trauma of learning the truth!

Now, mind you, I made it all wonderful, ooey-gooey and lovey-dovey.  I really did.  In fact, I've shared how I approached it with many mommas and daddies who have shared it in the same fashion.

That isn't the problem.

It's the natural curiosity since it all start soaked in + the unabashed openness the Shooter Household is known for that makes, at times, even my toes curl with the questions these precious little maturing Crumb Snatchers now ask.

No matter when or where we are (much, much, MUCH to Big Shooter's chagrin), if they ask a question about sex answer as honestly as I possibly can.  After a year of this it's not a big deal any more and I love the fact they trust us enough to ask all the questions that just seem to pop in their heads from out of left field. 
I am also relieved to announce, after a year, Big Shooter has chilled out and can now calmly field a tough sexual question instead of directing all traffic my way.

This all brings me to today's conversation while driving to a movie.

We were parked at a corner with a gentelmen's club on Boy Child's side of the car.  Girl Child said, "Ick.  Did anyone read that banner?  It said, 'Coldest Beer and Hottest Girls in Town'.  Now who in this car would want that???"  Big Shooter tightened my hand bc we've been wondering when we'd have to address the strip club issue since we live on the side of Plainsville these establishments are seen more often.  Before we could say anything, Girl Child reported from the backseat, "Ummm guys...you should know...your son just raised his hand.  Apparently, he wants cold beer and hot girls."
Now my hand held a death grip on Big Shooter's since he was trying to suppress a grin.  (Have I ever shared the one testicle story about Boy Child?  If not, just know Big Shooter gets a big kick and sigh of relief whenever our boy shows any natural interest in girls... Then remind me after the Blessed Event - Olympics - is finished and I'll tell you how we have a Leftie - as in, he has only one left.)

 After our cautious explanation, they both came to their own conclusions.
These were that Girl Child didn't want to become a stripper. (sigh of relief)
And Boy Child had apparently changed his mind about wanting cold beer and hot girls once he found out they were naked.  (sigh of relief from me...a "go figure" shrug from his father). 
I guess we did our religious, right-wing-nut-job, conservative, redneck jobs well.

Although, when they fully understood what actually took place, they naturally went to the sex subject.  They both asked questions about the actions and attitudes of a strip joint leading to sex, the desire for sex and sexual temptaions...Sex, sex, SEX!  (Is this all these spawn think about now??)

Before we had time to gather our thoughts on all the questions and decide where to start, Girl Child very firmly declared, "Well, I've decided if I'm ever tempted...I'm just gonna slap a sticker on my flower that says OUT. OF. ORDER!"

Big Shooter released the steering wheel, threw his hands in the air, and shouted...
"AMEN!!"

Yep.  We're making progress.

Love Note to My Big Shooter:  Yep, sex, sex, SEX... I wonder where they get that from?  Hmmmm.  Heh, heh.

Crumb Snatcher Speak

I will never tire of the funny things they say.  And they are definitely getting further and further apart...
I don't even know if I can explain this one clearly, but I have to try.

Boy Child called while I was out to ask if I'd take him to Game Stop to exhcange a game before they closed.  I said, "Sure.  You'll need to call and see if they're still open."  I hung up and called them too. (I mistakenly thought it'd take him a little while to look up their number.  I now think he has their number memorized.)  I called the one on Elm Dr. and asked their hours.  My phone immediately rang.  I answered it with, "Guess what?  They close at 7:00."  His response was a surprised, "Mommy!  Did you call the one on Elm doctor too?!?"

Love Note to Big Shooter: Took two whole days to count them all.  But, I came up with 378 ways...  ;o)

To be or not to be...

resolute?  That is the question.

Big Shooter and I have not made any resolutions in years because, honestly, what's the point of putting  ourselves through the agony of facing our giant out-of-reach goals in the next few weeks and then withstanding the emotional failure of having to consciously let them go by the way side?  Why put ourselves through that again and again?  So we haven't.  We stopped like 15 years ago.

I'm so over that silly decision.

I'm staking my claim.  Making them in public. 

One easy, make-ya-feel-good kind.
And one not so easy to keep, but a make-ya-feel-good-if-ya-keep-it kind.

The first is going to come as a complete surprise to you all.
I'm going to commit to being a complete and utter over-the-top fool for the 2010 Olympics.  (I know.  Go ahead and pick yourself up now.) 
Here's how: I'm going to publish a daily Getting to Know Your USA Team post for 30 days leading up to the blessed event. The first one will be January 13th.  (Just doing you a favor so you can hold your breath, break out all your red, white and blue clothes and prepare the snacks.)

The second one is a bit more hairy to accomplish since it will involve many of my family members.  And y'all know that's like herding cats.  While talking with an old family friend she explained how she'd appointed herself the Family Orator.  Once a month she sends everyone in the fam a Family Update.  I miss my family dearly living here in Plainsville.  Some live in Idaho, some in Washington, some in Colorado, some in Conneticut and some in Wyoming.  So I've now appointed myself the 2010 Family Orator.  (If you're reading this fam, I'll be calling you soon with my interview questions, pen and pad...puh-leeze answer the phone.  I really want to accomplish one New Year's Resolution in my life!)

Love Note to my Big Shooter: (Sigh.)  I'm still counting the ways...

2009 Get the Hell Outta Dodge Already!

I was reading a Plainsville newspaper article highlighting the decade's highs and lows a couple days ago.

I realized a few things:

* There are always going to be highs and lows...it matters how you face them.

* Love, family and true friends are truly the only things that matter in life.

* 10 years goes a whole heckuva lot slower when you're younger...

In the past decade, Big Shooter and I have been blessed with:

* Healthy, growing Spawn. (Well, except for the nasty, old man horn that grew out of Boy

Child's ....nose a couple years ago... and the fact that he's allergic to everything not grown in an organic garden and raised on a local farm which of course puts a little damper on my lifestyle.  But hey, it's all in the way we face it right?)

* A marriage thankfully made of Silly Putty.  It has been flatten and stretched by the Wringer of Life and been re-inflated through the Bringer of Life these past years.

* And True Friendships that have kept us buoyed in the past few years of sickness and life altering changes...

 We've most definitely molted many times over and we have become very comfortable in our new skins.

Before I receive a bajillion emails and texts asking if this is really us...have we gone off the deep end?  Let me answer, "Yes, that's really us...at a goth themed wedding reception.  And yes, we've most definitely gone waaay off the deep end...but we're still the same ole, same ole Shooters just the same."

Love Note to Big Shooter: Wow it's been waaay too long since I've sat down and wrote you a stinkin' Love Note!  Let's see...How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.  And the ways.  And the wa...heh, heh. 

What in the HECK??

If ya'll know what happened here...Puh-Leeze give me the inside scoop!