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On phone-tapping, parenting and not much more

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Hmm ... I've been away a while... so news update... GWB is tapping our phones!!! My god I've been listening to all the rattle and rumpus about this... it really annoys me that now all of a sudden people can see how bad this guy is just because he's down... I feel quite sorry for the guy now and honestly at least he has the gumption to keep doing the wrong thing .... the democrats on the other hand are the eternal crying, hand wringing, whining, complaining machine... They remind me of the quintessential playground bully's sidekicks... the ones that can't do the punching but are more than happy to kick a guy when he's down just to look good...!!! Honestly the democratic voters deserve better than a sidekick... they need a bully of their own... okay that's my political piece... I don't care really... I don't vote, I am definitely having my phone tapped (the benefit of having a father who used to work in Saudi Arabia), possibly having my emails read, pay my taxes, reside here legally, like my job and the people I know and work with so I am going to count my blessings and be happy!!!
On to important things now....I have a two-year old daughter... the cutest sweetest piece of humanity one can find (of course I am not biased) and we love her to bits (the husband and I) .... but I am discovering being a mom isn't quite as easy as the lovely posed-for pic in Parenting magazine or the pics on assorted pregnancy and motherhood websites would have ou believe... The ideal view of a mom is one who's popped back into shape (no tummy fold either), has time to put on make-up, wear nice clothes without stains on them, and one who can deflect all crises (like squished food and temper tantrums) by sheer force of good cheer and love for the blood-of-my-blood.... That seems to be my rather fond and possibly embellished memory too of my mom (except she never wore make-up!!)... then of course reality sets in when I look with dismay at my favorite new black sexy top (it has sequins!!!) with a smudge of snot dried across it...And the jeans I vowed I would fit into a year after the pregnancy that I still squeeze myself into and of course the mess that I call a home bears no resemblance to the elegant house of my dreams!!! Toys everywhere, ink drawings on the couch and the doors and general chaos...I like to think though that there is great joy in all this madness and that little feet only grow ever bigger and this time today is lost tomorrow ... and with a sigh I wear that pretty top I was going to lose weight for...

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