Our Favorite Scenes from "Talledega Nights"

Anytime the kids pronounce Chip with two syllables, my heart melts.


Then there is Formula Uuh.

Who is Mike Gravel?

He's coo-koo, that's for sure. See his rant here by clicking on his picture on the "Rate the Candidates" page. Wow! The country or press decided that Howard Dean's little scream rally was detrimental to his race; I thought it was cute. Who doesn't want a guy to scream with passion about what he's doing to better America? But Mike was a little over the edge. Sure, I can understand his frustration in being rarely asked to speak, but do you have to flip out like that? I felt like I was watching the debate in "Man of the Year" where Robin William's character hi-jacks the debate. But Robin Williams was funny, inspiring even. Senator Gravel just made me feel uncomfortable. You know that kind of uncomfortable when a person reveals way too much information during party chit chat. They spill their gut then start laughing and try to act like they didn't just go too far. Eeeek! You then have to excuse yourself with something like..."Have you seen my husband anywhere?" or "Do you think there is any Cabernet left? I'm running a bit low here."

Who will get voted off next?

Tonight is the big debate for our Democratic hopefuls running in this year's presidential election. Jim thinks that the only reason I like politics is because in a campaign, someone gets voted off the island. "Kusinich....the tribe has spoken."

I love the intrigue, the banter, the badmouthing. Their discussions make me angry, laugh, and sometimes inspired. It is much like my classroom of teenagers. So we will see who shines tonight, who bombs, who gets overly agitated at the pointed questions, and who inspires us.

Peace Out!

She must be a Quaker if she is already showing signs of campaigning for Peace. She is starting small, bringing her message to the backyard. But someday her audience will be much larger. Remember to pray for peace for our World.

Dreaming of Summer

Not that we don't love it here on the Westside in the Spring. Its so green, watching thunderstorms role in from East to West, and the Balsam flowers kiss the hillsides with a glow of the sun. But there is something about this time of year that also makes us long for the Eastside. We dream of days spent on Sandy Neck, Pie in the Sky lunches on the lawn in Woods Hole, Canolies in the North End and lazy Sundays in Falmouth. Oh we love our Sundays. A walk at Crane with Cady is followed by a Quaker meeting which is followed by a chat with our friends at the Stone Store. Then we go to the farm to pick the veggies we need for the day and maybe have a little lunch.

What about mid-week jaunts to the Outer Cape? We visit Chris in Eastham, buy lunch at the Superette and bust up to P-town for an afternoon at Herring Cove. If we walk out far enough we can let Cady off leash and view some really nice men (60-somethings) in their thongs or nothing at all. When Jim has had enough sun and surf, we go for a little window shopping in town and coffee at Wired Puppy. If we have Cady with us we usually have to stop a billion times to let vacationers pet her. They then share their story of how they once had a GSP...."the best dog I ever had, but we had to put her on Prozac because she was so high strung"... or something of that sort. Of course it gets too late to go home and cook so we why not stop at the Friendly Fisherman for a lobster roll?

Love the high desert spring but we can't wait for sun and surf summer.

Morning Routine Stays Alive

Well the morning routine has stayed the same. Sometimes the girl sleeps through coffee, sometimes she wakes up the minute I put the mug to my lips. But we have discovered there is room enough for four on the bed. And today Jim decided "Baby, Baby" by Mac Davis should be the the tune of choice. For some reason "Babe" by Styx was stuck in my head. So on to Rhapsody we went in order to clear our brains of such aweful ear worms. We ended up with "Thank Heaven for Little Girls"; unfortunately the Maurice Chevalier version from the movie rendition of Gigi is unavailable or at least they only give you 30 seconds of it. Funny how the one song you remember by a random artist is always the song you have to pay for. Sorry Maurice, you had to be replaced by Liberace! Yikes!

Eat, Sleep, Poop, Eat, Sleep, Poop.....

Its amazing how life changes with a baby. Before baby: How was your day today honey? Oh I heard this amazing interview on NPR. They said that ....blah blah blah. After baby: How was your day today honey? Well...she seemed to have a little discomfort while pooping today. Then she projectile pooped onto the wall and all over the stuffed animals in the window sill. I swear I had to feed her every half hour and finally at 12:00 pm she fell asleep. How was your day?