Dear Mr. President – Do You Even Possess a Guilty Conscience?

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(RSS readers: another disparaging video showcasing our clueless president).

Do you think Obama feels guilty for some of the beliefs he’s trying to cram down our throats? Do you wonder if he’s even aware that a lot of his policies are in direct conflict with the Constitution? Do you wonder if Obama even cares?

I do. Sometimes. Most of the time I just avoid the man at all costs because he annoys me so much.

But whatever. I’ll respect the office. He’s the president.

For now.

I stumbled across an OUTSTANDING blog: it’s called Biblical Conservatism and it’s exactly what the title says. I haven’t stumbled across a post yet that I’ve disagreed with.

Before you turn your nose up at the recommendation, go read a few of his articles THEN get back to me. He’s fair, logical and quite concise.

I dig it.

Here’s his latest excerpt from the article: Freedom of Religion Doesn’t Mean Freedom FROM Religion

So Liberals, and atheists of all political bents, please hear me: Get over yourselves. We have the right to express our faith. You have a right to not listen. You have a right to debate with us. You do not have a right to silence our constitutionally protected religious speech. Get over it.

Can I get an AMEN?!? You really must read the rest of the article – once again he says what I’m thinking. Love it.

Also? Mr. Bastedo’s post on gay marriage is SPOT ON and I couldn’t agree MORE.

I think I have a blog crush.


The Summer School Countdown Begins


Just documenting more of my life as it occurs … you look tired. Here’s a pillow. Take a rest, won’t you?

I assure you, you won’t miss much. 🙂

I rolled out of bed at 6:00 a.m. this morning. Which seems cruel and unusual punishment considering this is the “first” official day of summer.

Well, in regards to school, anyway.

But I had to get up, take a shower, wake Jazz up, make his lunch and then zoom over to pick one of his friends up (who will need a ride every morning but thankfully lives very close to us) and drop the boys off at summer school.

Summer school is hosted at a different high school this year. One I’m unfamiliar with – as in, I’ve never even been inside. When I asked Jazz if he wanted me to go in with him, he said yes.

Further proof that even though you have an independent 16-year old child, he still needs his momma.

I’m not complaining. 🙂

We made good time. We hit all of the lights just right and the morning traffic wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be. When we got close to the school, I started feeling a bit anxious as I had no idea which driveway to pull into.

Luckily, I caught sight of a “Summer School Entrance” sign and was able to pull in, park and walk the boys into pure chaos in no time flat.

Actually. I have to compliment the school – they had large, clear signs telling the students where to go, so Jazz and I easily found his first class (Personal Finance) and then the gym (for P.E. class – P.E. class is so stupid).

I got tickled with Jazz, because as we’re walking through the hallways, looking for his classes, we passed several people and I swear, nearly every one of them said, “Hi Jazz.” There was even a teacher who called him by name!

haha! Jazz is my social butterfly, I’m tellin’ ya.

It’s sort of cool, actually, because a lot of the kids there are in the same boat as Jazz. They’re taking band classes and need the summer to make up a few classes they would normally take in place of band. I was worried about leaving him there, but I’m confident that he’ll find someone he knows.

After we found his classes, I left him with the other kids in the cafeteria.

I ran home, checked my emails (because I didn’t even have a chance to turn my computer on before we had to leave this morning), woke Dude up, allowed him a few minutes to wake up, and then stood in his doorway until he got off his computer and headed to the shower.

Because I’m mean like that. (Hey! He slept in until 8:30 – late enough! He’s not sleeping all day. Grr).

I gathered up some books I had to mail, and then headed out to get my oil changed.

I flirted with the oil changer guy (Shh), and they got me in and out in record time. (I can be charming when I put my mind to it. *snap*). Then I came up to the office.

Jazz called me at 11:30 and sounded tense. But I couldn’t understand what he was saying because he kept cutting out, so I told him to text me. Apparently, we scheduled him for a P.E. class that he’s already had – P.E. One. (P.E. class is so STUPID. Wait, did I already say that?). And if he took that class, he wouldn’t get any credit for it, he needed to take Team Sports.

I responded with: “Do whatever it takes. Don’t waste your time taking a class if you’re not going to get credit for it.”

I haven’t heard back from him, so I’m assuming he was able to get into the class he needs. If not, I guess I’ll be calling the summer school office and getting that straightened out.

It’s always something, isn’t it?

I’m taking Dude with me when I go to pick Jazz up so he’ll know where to go in case he needs to pick him up one day. (It’s also an excuse to get the boy out of the house. My boys are SUCH polar opposites, it’s really quite amazing).

I’m also going to have a talk with Jazz about how you have to learn to roll with the punches. Jazz tends to get uptight and stressed whenever plans go awry (actually, so does Dude. Actually, Dude is worse), but you and I both know that life? Never goes as planned. So we just have to train ourselves to think quick on our feet. I mean, what else can you do, right?

If Jazz wants to be a section leader in band (he plays saxophone and applied for the saxophone section leader position), then he’ll need to practice rolling with the punches. Something nearly always goes wrong and that’s when it pays to have a plan B.

Always have plan B, people, trust me.

Speaking of section leader, Jazz has his first practice tonight. I’m hoping he’ll find out whether he got the section leader job or not. I REALLY hope he does. One, I think he will be an excellent leader – he’s a people person, is compassionate and passionate about being fair. And two, I think the experience would be invaluable.

We’ll see.

At any rate, summer school has officially started. He only has to go until July 1st and I’m sure it will go quickly.

It’s a bummer that I have to get up so early to take him, but you know what? It’s good practice for me, too. I need to train myself to get up, shower up, and get out the door at a decent hour for that job that I WILL get come August.

*crossing fingers*

Okay. I’m done. You can wake up now.

Can I have my pillow back?