Defining "Misspoke"

It's been a lazy vacation day - once again the kids have joined up with their friends, leaving Shari and I to relax. It's gorgeous here and we've been by the pool, enjoying the sun and the nice breeze. The downtime poolside has given me a chance to get caught up on the news as well, which leads us to Shrillary.

You have to love Shrillary for her unmatched ability to obfuscate the truth and to work like there is no tomorrow to cover her trail of lies. The latest? Her wonderful quote, "I misspoke" in reference to her death-defying mission to Bosnia when she was First SheBeast, I mean Lady. Boy, it must have been terrifying dodging those flowers that the Bosnian school children were tossing at her upon landing. I guess I can see how one might mistake tossing flowers and schoolchildren for bullets and ethnic-cleansing terrorists. Umm...right, Shrillary.

This clip is fantastic. Ignore the first part with Bill Maher, but enjoy the rest:

Best line EVER: "Cover me, Chelsea!"

Sadly, Chelsea is now having to cover for her mother and the web of lies that is la familia Clinton as she is now on the campaign trail, working for her mother.

Still adjusting to the sun here in SoCal. The skies are so incredibly blue. Looking forward to another night with great friends tonight, including dinner at the Mekong River and a dodgeball smackdown.

Coming home for vacation

We've been back in southern California for a couple of days now and it's been a delight! We've discovered though that we've become like the hive people in "I Am Legend" - we're almost allergic to the sun! Who knew that the sun could be so bright! It was so fun to drive down the I15 to Temecula on Saturday morning. Our old hometown looked very much the same. A few changes here and there, but it felt like being in a pair of comfortable jeans as we drove through town.

As we drove thourhg our old neighborhood, we saw our old house. That launched a wave of melancholy. The new owners have seemingly done nothing to it or keep it up after it sat empty for nine months. That was a bummer. We were stunned though by the number of homes in Temecula that are for sale and how many are bank repos. The real estate market has truly crashed here. Fortunately, the Taco Shop has survived. The burrito al pastor that I had and the little bite of Shari's carne asada burrito confirmed that all was well with the world.

It's been so good to see our friends. The kids are in heaven! We've hardly seen them and I think that's how the rest of this vacation is going to be. I don't think we'll see them again until we leave on Wednesday morning. Saturday night gave Shari and I a chance to have dinner with wonderful friends. We laughed and laughed all through dinner and afterwards. It was so good to be together again. Here's the gang after dinner:


Guess which one of the women pictured should have her picture on the awesome Phil Hendrie Show's "Wall Of Female Listeners?"

We cherish these friendships. There's not much better than the joy of these friendships and the memories that we have. It was really wonderful to be able to celebrate those friendships further as we attended our old ward today. It was great to see everyone again. We were home.

Has it been strange to be back? No. Is it sad? Frankly, yes. Last night, as we sat around the table in the restaurant, as sat next to my wife, looking at the six other couples that were there, I felt an almost tangible sadness. Sad that we weren't there anymore. Sad that we had moved. But that sadness is balanced by a continued sense of knowing that our move to Chicagoland was the right one. I still have that confirmation, but I can't help but wonder what it would have been like if we had stayed....

Spring Break is here...almost

The Chicagoland spring break is nigh upon us and not a moment too soon! It snowed here in greater Chicagoland today and according to the local weather fascists, it may snow off and on through the night. Which means O'Hare will be a complete train wreck tomorrow (can an airport be a train wreck? or is another metaphor more appropriate?) Hopefully by the time we get on the old gray lady, United, the mess will have worked itself out. Suffice to say, this family is ready to pack their bags, get on the plane, and head to southern California!


It's going to be great to see wonderful old friends, including the sun. We haven't seen that friend in a really, really long time!

Shut Your Yap, Shrillary

It pains me to have to make the leap from an Easter posting to talking about the Bride of Satan, but it has to be done. Why can't Shrillary just shut her yap? Anyone? Anyone?


BTW - Is that not the greatest picture ever?

So the Shrill One decides today to go back to her "Desperate Campaigning" playbook and gets all imperious today, declaring that Obama's former pastor, the Reverend Jeremiah Wright, in her words, "...would not have been my pastor." Really? Well, I suppose that's true since I am not aware of that many pastors that would admit to being ordained by Satan. I'm just saying.

But she, like any good politician regardless of party or gender, kept going. Here's another gem from the same interview, "You don’t choose your family, but you choose what church you want to attend." You don't choose your family? Hmm...really? Let's see, Shrillary, you chose your husband. You chose to stay with him through years and years of philandering. You chose to stay with him as he LIED time and again to those who elected him. You hung around through humiliation to humiliation. You chose plenty, didn't you? What does that say about your decision-making skills?

So perhaps a little reconsideration of your choices and what you say in public is in order, but methinks you have so completely blurred the line between fact and fiction that you don't even know what the truth is on anything anymore.

This much I know - we are just over 72 hours away from leaving for SoCal. Could not be more excited. Although today was another sunroof day - almost 60 degrees today. that being said, it's supposed to be snowing when we leave Friday night.