WTC

So, last night I finally watched World Trade Center. I thought it might be political or biased or something. I was wrong. And I'm glad. It was a good flick. Of course, anything that is emotional is good with me. I'm such a chick!
It got me to thinking about things though. I was so very angry last night after watching the movie. It brought back all the memories of that day. The hopelessness, the terror, the absolute disbelief. My heart hurt all over again. But the thing I was most angry about was the people here in the good ol' US of A. That's right: YOU! How could you have forgotten? How is it possible? I have not forgotten a moment of it. I have not forgotten how much they hate us. I am not confused when it comes to what needs to be done. How could you be??? We need to realize that we are the ones that need to stand up. We are the ones that will make the sacrifices. But it is our freedom we fight for. It is, whether you believe it or not. Do you think they care that we don't want to be over there now? No! They only know we are there and we are planning on leaving them to their fate. Does anyone really remember the numbers of civilian casualties after the pull out in Vietnam? Come on, now, you know you've been comparing this military action to that one. Let's be real. Are you willing to let those people be sacrificed to save yourselves? Just remember that Osama has a problem with us because we LEFT!! Don't you all read anything?? So now the dems want to pull our troops out...and 58% of the "American" people agree. Okay. Let's do that. And after the dust settles and the crazy faction is in control again, who do you think they will come after? Oh, yeah. US! Duh!! And all those folks that are on our side now will be on theirs. So come on home, boys! And bring those lunatics with you. I personally will be waiting for those fuckers with open arms. And a gun in my belt. I will protect mine. Always. So be prepared. If you're not with me, you're against me. Isn't that how that works? That's what I thought. Of course, don't forget that the ENTIRE world is watching to see what we do. Are we going to back down 'cause it gets a little rough? The moment we show that weakness we are through being a "super power". Just throw in the towel boys. We've had enough.
And while I'm on the subject: Cindy Sheehan. Let's hope I never meet her face to face. What a disgrace of a mother. Her child made the conscious decision to put himself in harm's way. He made that choice. Because he believed in his country. And she has the nerve to besmirch his memory by saying he died for no reason. What??!!?? How does this not make any sense? The reason may not make sense to her, but it did TO HIM! My nephew is in the army for those of you that don't know. He joined after 9/11. He joined for the opportunities that would be available to him, but he also joined for another reason. At 19, he is wiser than most of these politico schmoes. He said he would rather die doing something, than live doing nothing. Can you say the same?

Another week down

I am officially fed up with this place. I mean this place in my life. This week has been tough. I feel like I have run a marathon to the best of my ability and still came in last place. It should have been a good week. It's not like I don't have good things to report. My sweet hubby finally broke down and got the video and digital cameras I was dreaming about. Not just one, but both! And accessories! What girl doesn't love accessories?!
I guess it all comes down to ROI. Return On Investment. I feel like I give my job 110%. I get paid squat and there is no raise in sight. I haven't had a raise since July 2005!! Yeah. That's what I say! And it's not like I'm a slacker. I actually have folks that work outside my office that I work with on a consistent basis that beg me to stay. They say it's been so much easier and better to work with my office since I've been back. Why does my employer not see that?? Probably because I work with all men. I promised myself that I would not become a man-basher, but some days even my patience wears thin (and I have a lot of tolerance). I just don't understand it.
Let me give you an example: I have spent many a year working with my kids to get them to be responsible, caring individuals. My oldest is headed off to college next year. I am plenty proud of her. But I cannot seem to get her to see that getting a job will help her to expand her horizons (and her bank account). On top of that, we recently made plans to have her flute tuned up (at a substantial cost, mind you) and do you think we got a thank you? Nooooo. It was more like, "so they gonna take the dents out too?" I don't know and I don't freakin' care! Isn't it enough to have a flute that plays well!?! I guess not. I suppose it's my own fault. I must have spoiled her along the way. I was trying to hard to be the perfect mom and now look what I have wrought!!
Another example: My oldest son thought it was perfectly reasonable to yell at me last Sunday! Now, he may be bigger than me, but, by God, I'm meaner! I let him know in no uncertain terms how ticked off I was and he better show me some respect in my own house! Well, he then took it upon himself to mumble what a horrible mom I was etc etc as he was headed upstairs to hide. I made him troup his happy ass back downstairs to write me a letter explaining his reasoning behind yelling at me and exactly why he thought it was acceptable. The look on his face was priceless! He took about two hours to write it. He gave it to me with a tear-y eyed "sorry mom" and then went upstairs. I read it and it was very well written. But it was a whiny version of why he thinks everyone hates him and he is the black sheep of the family, blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda. I wrote him one back. I basically told him that he wouldn't have to feel so bad about himself if he took the initiative to change the things that make us mad at him. For instance, tie your shoes! You're fifteen, for Pete's sake! We would stop harping on you if you just did as we ask!! It's not all that difficult!! Let's just say he's been pretty contrite all week. And his chores were done daily except today when he went back to his normal self....Ah, well, you win some, you lose some....