Them Bums!!!

Why do we (American lemmings) continue to believe this person whom we have again and again learned plays it fast and loose with the truth? This person who finds it unnecessary to heed facts that don't fit into his plans, or to even make any attempt at fact checking, a man who relies instead on his gut to make decisions, a man who, based on his gut, made decisions that have resulted in nearly 2,000 American deaths and still counting some 2 years later.

This is a man who has the effrontery to speak the untruth as though it were fact. And still we go on believing him despite knowing his previous statements which were issued as fact, which were spoken with heartfelt fervor and conviction have, in fact, been proven to be just plain wrong.

This person, and his gang of brutes have the philosophy that if you say it, it becomes true (even if it isn't) and we mindless sheep let them speak their version of the "facts" to and for us virtually without challenge. We don't question them, we give up our young for them, we gullibly swallow each successive distortion. Their behavior demonstrates blatant contempt for us.

Maybe this man and his gang of liars are right.......

Had the grandkids for a week!

Normally, sane people my age would not even consider single-handedly taking on 4 very active grandkids, ages 6 to 12, for a day much less a week! What was I thinking!?! Now that the week is over I am not as worn out as I thought I would be, I think the kids enjoyed their short vacation and I know I certainly did.

While they were with me I was reminded yet again how wonderful it is to look into those eyes that are filled with such wonder at things we adults consider mundane. I was also reminded how right if feels to have the house again filled with the sound of children's laughter and the endless questions that a 6 year old can think up. The boys are like frisky puppies, playing and tumbling all over each other at play, and my littlest is a girl in every sense of the word; all princess and pretty.

The house is turned upside down, but I wouldn't trade a minute of the past week for a "neat and orderly" empty house. Of course it was not all fun and games, I found myself calling on my old skills of deciding when to referee and when to send them back to settle some grievance for themselves, playing drill sargeant when it was time to clean up, and kissing the inevitable boo-boos.

Now I'm gonna go back to work so I can get some rest, but I'll be thinking about my week with the kids and remembering how priviledged I am to have these little people in my life. They really do bring a joy and peace that puts everything else in perspective.