OK, so they confirmed the world's most watched uterus is, indeed, occupied .

There's isn't a single punch line I can come up with here that's even remotely tasteful. Seriously. I got like, a million, or so that come flying into my mind but my mom reads this blog, so... dude. I gotta pass. Even though it's killing me. Aiy-yi-yi.

So I'll just say mazel tov, and leave it at that.

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So I'm driving my son home from school. (Yes. On my expired and non-suspended license.) And a few blocks from Happy Montessori is Posh High School, which lets out the same time as Bear's school.

In other words, I drive along and around hordes and huddles of high school kids every afternoon.

Today it's about 20 degrees outside (F). Bitter cold, blustery with knife-like winds, a dim grey sun, snow rolling in. I've got the heater blasting, Bear's chattering about his new reading class with the specialist and how they're doing 'really cool craft projects' and I'm ignoring my cell phone.

When next to me on the sidewalk I see a guy jogging by in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Sweatpants. And a t-shirt.

In weather so cold that your spit freezes before it hits the ground.

Because, you know. When you're a teenager you actually get endowed with superpowers. Like imperviousness to cold and frostbite.

Oh, but he's cute. Floppy Hugh Grant auburn hair, wide shoulders, flirty grin. He runs up to a gaggle of pretty girls who are wearing what look like big versions of Barbie Winter Party outfits - adorable hats, coordinated mittens, sleek coats, thin jeans, high-heeled boots. Lots of pink and white, with long hair flowing down their backs.

Cute boy jogs into them, grinning. Then turns around and JOGS BACKWARDS into the intersection while chatting to them. In his t-shirt.

The girls giggle and toss their hair and tease him and point to his t-shirt and make concerned faces.

From the back seat, from Bear; "Hey! He isn't wearing his coat! And he didn't look both ways before crossing the street! That's not safety!!"

The guy continues to jog backwards, cars and other pedestrians stop to give him way, and finally he turns around and begins sprinting off with a jaunty wave to the girls.

I shake my head. I do NOT remember being this dumb. I do NOT remember being this blatantly dumb, anyway. Am I old or is this just one of those stunts that make you think a guy is a real piece of work and then 10 years later you realize that the same kid has grown up and gone to Fordham and now he's your boss?

I muttered to myself. Bad thoughts.

From the back seat; "What did you say, Mommy?"

Me; "Uh, I said, look - there goes the future President of the United States of America."

From the back seat; "I don't know, Mommy. I don't think you can be President if you don't watch where you're going."

And this is why, everyday, I thank my stars that I get to be Bear's mother.

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Mr. Jesse White, Secretary of State, should be sent to a special kind of place for a week. One in which he is forced to suffer all the indignities and byzantine mechanations of his own system.

Just saying.

So, I have spent over 3 hours on the phone today. Two of those hours, and I kid you not, were spent on hold. The upshot is that I have to go downtown to the horse-head statue building again and get a certified letter from the traffic court there that they have no record of the accident and subsequent judgement.

I have spoken to 6 different people.

The first told me that I had to go get something called a half-sheet and special bad-driver's insurance, and keep that insurance for 3 years, and also pay $140 in fines.

The second told me to go away, there are no half-sheets for 19 year-old accidents and that I needed to file an affidavit for expungement.

The third said he knew nothing about expungements but it didn't sound right to him. He put me on hold to look up my record. I sat on hold for 28 minutes. 28 minutes, people. Afraid to hang up. But finally I had to.

I called back and sat in the "operators will be with you soon" queue for over an hour. Finally, after hangin up and trying again, I got a live body. The fourth told me that I needed to present myself in person at the Cook County 1st Circuit Court and make arrangements to pay the court fees and fines from 19 years ago (which I already did, once, 12 years ago) and then get a receipt which I would mail to Springfield with $70 in additional reinstatement fees plus the special bad-driver's insurance. For 1 year this time.

I called Cook County Circuit Court 6 times before someone answered the phone. I asked where I should go to pay these fees (that I paid 12 years ago already) so I could get my license back. They told me I was off my rocker and nothing over 7 years old is kept in the records much less scheduled for payment. They told me to call Jesse White's office back and get some clarification.

They gave me a phone number to call for Jesse White. (312) 793-5603.

It's disconnected.

I called the number I've been calling for over a year. I was hoping for someone nice and clear and intelligent. Not so much. The fifth person of the day had clearly had skipped her happy pill this morning. She told me that there was no way I'd had a legal driver's license in the last 19 years and that I'd played the system. I told them that they were wrong, and told them that I had paid the fees, the fines, had the special insurance, and gotten a letter of clearnace andmade myself completely legal. A dozen years ago. They told me I was lying. I hung up on that one.

And called back.

I got LeVonne. She was my sixth, and final, employee of Jesse White that I spoke to today. She re-iterated what Number 1 had told me about that half-sheet from Cook County saying that there was no longer any record of the accident or judgement. I made her repeat that - that I needed proof that there was nothing left. She agreed. I asked didn't her computer talk to their computer since all the computers worked for the same State? She said no, that the county and the state were different entities. I said okay, then.

She told me to get the half-sheet and mail it to Springfield with the additional $70 sincethe first $70 we paid was at a local facility and they had no record of that.

She also said that the record of my paying the fines and getting the special insurance was all in my file if someone had bothered to scroll down. Not that we're naming names, old #5 and #1.

Stay tuned....

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So. Last year, on my birthday, my driver's license was due to expire. Just before my birthday, I received a letter in the mail from a man named Jesse White. Jesse White, as you will discover, is the Secretary of State of Illinois and I was honored indeed that he took the time to send me a letter.

Until I read it.

Seems that Jesse White, Secretary of State, had -in light of 9/11- joined up the Illinois Driver's Information with that of the whole entire country. Joined it up, electronicified it, merged it, spindled it, mutilated it, and doshgarn it, just about sauteed it.

And when he was done, wouldn't you know it, but there's was an irregularity in my records and he was inviting me to fix it before I would be allowed to renew my driver's license.

Why thank you, Mr. Jesse White.

So CD and I trudged downtown to the Secretary of State's office in the building near the statue that looks like a horsehead. Picasso, I think. And we waited in about 10 different lines and were finally told that we should come back some other day because they didn't know me, had never heard of me, and I should call first.

So I went home, and started making phone calls and writing letters. For the next three months, I did this. My birthday came, and went. And I was driving on an expired licence that was not suspended but could not be renewed.

The first glimmer of help I had was a nice lady in Springfield. She informed me that this had to do with an accident I had. In 1986. I knew about the accident, it was my only accident. It happened in the snowy winter when I was 20 years old and an uncertain driver and I slid on a patch of ice and tagged a Pinto in my dad's powder-blue 1976 Chevy Impala.

My dad, as it turned out, had let the insurance on the Impala lapse.

And thus did I end up paying $500 in fees, fines, penalties and damages for a ding on a fender of a car older than I was. By the time I did so, I had given up driving altogether and stayed a walker and cabber for many years. But Illinois eventually gave me a letter of clearance and thus when I moved back to Boston and decided it was time I start driving again I was able to get a new license.

12 frigging years ago.

Seemingly, Mr. Jesse White is in need of money and has decided to conveniently forget this and wanted his $500. Again. With interest.

So I slogged and battled and whipped out my checkbook and to no avail. Each time I tried to get my new license, I was rejected.

Then it was last spring, and on a random day I called Springfield again. Tiredly, sadly asking the lady on the phone if there was any way in the world I could fix this thing. Since I was driving around on an expired and non-suspended license. And she said that it had nothing to do with that accident long ago, it was about a ticket I got in 1998 and never paid. (My bad.)

With a gleam in my eye I offered to throw money at the problem. She agreed that would be a fine solution and she would send me the paperwork so I could do so.

The paperwork never came.

So I called back and was told that I had to call the Cook County Courthouse to get the number of the case and THEN make an appointment to go to court and THEN pay the fines.

So I did that.

The people at the Cook County Courthouse told me that they would send me the paperwork and a courtdate.

The paperwork never came.

But I did get another letter from Mr. Jesse White. And while I was still honored that such a busy man as the Secretary of State would go out of his way to find the time to make my life a living hell for 9 months, I was no closer to a solution than I had been before. Just very, very clear that I was under no circumstances allowed to renew my license.

It was a fine summer, me and my expired and non-suspended license drove all the way to Boston and back with a nice side trip through upstate New York's grape country and when we got home, I even began driving Bear to and from school each day.

I admit it, I was begining to get frustrated. And maybe, perhaps, a little bitter. Maybe.

But here came my birthday. Again. The anniversary of Jesse White's first letter to me. And I thought, let's try. Again.

So I called Springfield.

Again.

And the nice lady on the phone looked up my number and hummed alot into my ear and then finally told me that it looked I had left to do was to pay the fine from the ticket from 1998. I did so. It took a week to process.

Then I called back last Friday and the same sweet lady told me I needed to pay a $70 reinstatement fee at any local DMV and once it had processed, I would be cleared to get my drvier's license renewed.

I called CD in whoops of joy and on his lunch hour he scampered over to the local DMV station and paid the $70 fee on my behalf. He brought home the precious receipt and this afternoon we all met up and headed over to get my driver's license. I even blew-dry my hair for the picture.

We filed in, and I presented my pile of documents to clerk #9. My passport, my old license, a utility bill with my current address, the sundry receipts, and a note from my mother saying that I was a really good driver.

She called up my record and shook her head and said "Hon, you gotta go with my supervisor around the corner here."

So I went around the corner to the blue section and he looked at his computer screen and grunted and gave me an angry look.

"You got an accident here, and you weren't insured," he said nastily, from high atop his stool.

"Yes," I agreed. "Yes, 20 years ago. But it is taken care of."

He shook his head. "No it isn't. There are 3 stops on this record. You're suspended."

I showed him my receipts, and explained about the lady in Springfield.

He shook his head again. "What I suggest is you call your lady in Springfield and see what you really need to do to take care of this. Because we can't help you here. You have to fix these things before you come in here wasting people's time."

I nodded and took back my piles of paper, my passport, my old license, and I made my way over to where CD and Bear were sitting in a pile on a beige plastic chair. There faces were wide with big smiles of support.

"Uh, it isn't fixed," I whispered. "The stuff is still in the computer as not fixed."

We walked out into the bitter cold, and jumped back into the mini-van. "I don't understand," CD huffed. "It was fine. I paid the reinstatement fee at the other station and they processed it while I waited. They said you were good to go."

I shrugged. And then collapsed into tears. CD awkwardly held me from the driver's seat while I cried out a year's worth of frustration and exhaustion.

And from the backseat, a little voice. "It's OK, Mommy. You did your best..."

If only that were good enough.

Jesse White, Secretary of State, you can go suck eggs. You and your entire office of dingbats. I am sick of you. I am sick of them. I am sick of this. I want no more fancy letters. I want to make no more non-toll-free phone calls to Springfield. I want my license, I want it now.

People who want to cause this much aggravation in my life had better dang well be related to me by blood or marriage. So unless you are intent on courting my mother, who is a fine woman and worthy of much better than yourself, I strongly suggest you get off your appointed ass and fix my record.

That is all.

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1 I think it is time to call your local state representative. This is one of the things they are there for. Let THEM start making some calls on your behalf and things should start moving.

Posted by: bunny at December 05, 2005 03:23 PM (yEtos)

2 wow - I never would have thought of bunny's idea, but have to heartily second it. I was popping in to say that that sucks royally, and I wish I could do more for you than say that it sucks. hmmm ... Jesse is a very western-sounding name - it makes me want to offer to get a posse together on your behalf. If you're so inclined, give a holler.

Posted by: Alice at December 05, 2005 04:38 PM (XcvoR)

3 If it makes you feel any better, I am registered to vote in 3 different states, under 2 names (maiden and married), and twice in the same city with those 2 names. And I was recently summoned to jury duty. In Juneau, Alaska. All of the phone calls, certified mail, and even attempts by my mother to right the wrong have so far been fruitless. Although I suppose, that with a lot of expense and traveling, those 2 extra votes I could get in might make some small iota of difference.

Posted by: Cheryl at December 05, 2005 04:54 PM (GSDPS)

4 I agree with Bunny. I would be writing letter and calling Jesse White's office directly. He is an elected official and with the past problems of this office I think he would be able to help with the situation. It would be a shame if bad publicity came out on this office. With the whole Ryan trial, Mr. White might want to clear up the incompetence in this office.

Posted by: Crystal at December 06, 2005 02:48 AM (0jYT/)

5 I don't know Jesse White - but he sure sounds like an ass. Have you tried going to the place where CD paid the reinstatement fee to see if you can renew there since their computers said you were good to go? In MN we can renew at any old place - so I'd probobly try them all.

Posted by: cursingmama at December 06, 2005 03:21 AM (PoQfr)

6 Oh, God. How incredibly awful. I thought I went through hell trying to replace a license I renewed on line and never received. I agree, start throwing fits at the offices of elected officials, get copies and certified mail receipts on everything you send anyone in connection with this, call the local TV investigative reporter/red tape cutter guy....

Posted by: Andrea at December 06, 2005 03:52 AM (z97hx)

7 Damn yo-yo's.

Posted by: Monica C. at December 06, 2005 05:39 AM (gkN3L)

8 I just love Bear. I got a big goofy grin on my face when I read what he said to you. When I cry in front of my 1 1/2 year old, she comes over, puts her arm around me and pats my head. And you know what? It always makes me feel better.

Posted by: Lucinda at December 07, 2005 10:14 AM (OPvIN)

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Dagnabbit, Grace beat me to it. But I love her too dang much to feel cheated.

This obituary actually ran in Sunday's Trib (empahsis mine):

Theodore Roosevelt Heller

Theodore Roosevelt Heller, 88, loving father of Charles (Joann) Heller; dear brother of the late Sonya (the late Jack) Steinberg. Ted was discharged from the U.S. Army during WWII due to service related injuries, and then forced his way back into the Illinois National Guard insisting no one tells him when to serve his country. Graveside services Tuesday 11 a.m. at Waldheim Jewish Cemetery (Ziditshover section). In lieu of flowers, please send acerbic letters to Republicans.
Published in the Chicago Tribune on 10/10/2005.

When I die, I want an obituary like Mr. Heller's, you know? I'm so crushing on him. How could so few lines seem to capture so much life and spirit in someone who's gone?

There goes Elizabeth, loving mom to Bear, an amazing guy. She prayed globally, acted locally, dressed disasterously, cooked passably, served God however she found Her, and to the shame of her mother died in need of both a haircut and a manicure. In lieu of flowers, please drop pennies in fountains - to feed your dreams, as well those of the folks around you who need some spare change to get by.

How do you want to be remembered?

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1 I love your obit.

Posted by: sparkle at October 13, 2005 05:22 AM (aYaUi)

2 I hope you're saving that somewhere...its great!

Posted by: cursingmama at October 13, 2005 06:34 AM (PoQfr)

3 that's beautiful.

Posted by: alice at October 13, 2005 02:01 PM (y0MfI)

4 Great words. I just want to be remembered with much wailing, moaning, weeping and gnashing of teeth. I want people to leave work, school, and overseas cruises to fly/drive/sail/snowboard their way to my funeral. I want it to be big. Real big. And I want so many flowers that everyone's sneezing.

Posted by: Lucinda at October 13, 2005 02:55 PM (OPvIN)

5 Two great obits. Yours I would print it out and file it away for you, but by the time its needed, the ink will have long since faded from the paper. Me, I want a rare magical flower to grow out of my grave. And, in about 1000 years or so, for an archeologist to find my skull and wonder who I was. Maybe I could be buried with a couple of pieces modern kitch—like a bobble head or something—so they can muse over what type of powerful religious talisman they must have been. On a completly different note...I like the circles. There is something celebratory about the circles.

Posted by: laura at October 13, 2005 04:14 PM (FzMzF)

6 I like the circles...but I'm not sure about the copy that is flying all over the place.

Posted by: jill at October 14, 2005 03:32 AM (mPnaW)

7 Jill - Hee. Yes, someone MUST stop me. I am futzng wayyyyy too much. Although flying? Really? The copy seemed much more, I dunno, meandering to me.... E

Posted by: Elizabeth at October 14, 2005 03:48 AM (Xb+jS)

8 Seriously? Cremate the body, gather everyone I love and who loved me over two-hundred dollar bottles of fine single malt scotch, play "In My Life" by The Beatles, and laugh. Talk about the stupid things I did and laugh. And then chuck the ashes and GO LIVE YOUR LIFE. I don't even want an obituary. Everyone who really loves me will know, anyway. I won't be around to but them via e-mail or IM. ;o)

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OK, I get it. The dessert is a metaphor, right? Or an allegory? And the river that flowed, and now is dead - that's what? A lost love? Some kind of mushroom haze? Fine, fine.

But why not, in the name of all that is GOOD and HOLY, name the frigging horse?!

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1 roflmao!!!

Posted by: Alexia at October 06, 2005 01:32 PM (YZRkN)

2 Fred. I name him Fred. He who was nameless, is now named Fred. Poor horsey, he ought to have a name.

Posted by: laura at October 06, 2005 03:47 PM (LMDzv)

3 I have always wondered the same thing! At least call him "anon" or something.

Posted by: Cheryl at October 06, 2005 04:51 PM (xz8OC)

4 I told you Never name anything you might have to eat!

Posted by: CD at October 07, 2005 05:02 AM (3AgfD)

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... This made me feel bad. I mean - it was SUCH a nice mention, and I was all "wow, how incredibly nice!" and then, wham! Comment. And now I'm all doubting myself. So, please, tell me the truth; do I really undermine people's self-confidence? Really?

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1 Um... what? I don't see any way in the world that the stuff you post could affect any body else's self confidence. Sounds like a bit of transfer/avoidance to me.

Posted by: Jim at September 15, 2005 08:35 AM (tyQ8y)

2 You have a job title that I won't be able to ever get and a life that I won't ever be able to attain but that doesn't mean that you affect my self confidence. I would say - that you can't take other people's insecurities personally. That comment was about her not about you.

Posted by: suz at September 15, 2005 08:56 AM (GhfSh)

3 I love your blog, read it regularly and am a fellow corporate mommy. The Poster has issues with herself and her feelings (that was obvious by her post) Don't let her post get you down. You are fabulous and so is your Blog! Cheers,

Posted by: Kellie at September 15, 2005 09:11 AM (+iQbv)

4 No way you undermine anyone's self-confidence!! It is about her and not about you. Please give yourself a big hug!!

Posted by: Azalea at September 15, 2005 09:34 AM (hRxUm)

5 I'm a lurker, but I found that comment interesting and wonder if maybe she confused you with another blog she reads. One of the things I like about you is that you are not your job, you make that clear, and your writing brings out the commonalities you have with other moms, rather than really focusing on what is a corprate job that I , as a 17 year SAHM am not likely to ever have. Our lives could probably not be more different, but you can still inspire a feeling of kinship.

Posted by: rose at September 15, 2005 10:15 AM (M7kiy)

6 Wha'fuck? No way, dude...

Posted by: Stacy at September 15, 2005 10:36 AM (Xq1+i)

7 Not to sound bitchy myself, but the only way I see you undermining someone's self confidence is if they didn't have much to begin with. I read your blog as a honest portrayal of a woman trying to cope with working FT, raising a child and balancing that with the rest of life.

Posted by: A.K. at September 15, 2005 10:37 AM (MuI3T)

8 Of course not! Maybe she sees in you things that she would like to see in herself but aren't there, and that makes her jealous. It's about her, not you. I do get jealous of your writing talent sometimes. But in a good way, more admiring than jealous!

Posted by: Kris at September 15, 2005 11:44 AM (DBkkT)

9 Don't take her stuff personally. She stated that like you were aware of her readership and pointedly wrote things you just knew would bother her! Please... I'm here every day because I love your writing and enjoy your candid and frank voice. You don't hide who you are. I totally relate to your challenges in the corporate world, the emotional war between career and motherhood, and the struggle to but your health/well being above all of that! I'd hate for someone's ill informed comment to change anything about your blog. After all, it is YOUR blog. She can find her self confidence where the rest of us do...in ourselves! Or therapy...whatever

Posted by: carrie at September 15, 2005 12:20 PM (5xhLm)

10 Truthfully, if I'd actually found you to be 'uppity' or the type of person who was condescending towards others, I'd have not blogrolled you. Because I know the young lady who made that comment personally (she's my best friend), I know that she didn't mean it the way that it sounded either. It's kind of been our own experience with certain types of bloggers that with their education, careers, and life experiences came the attitude that some of us were 'less than'. Or that we had nothing to offer as far as blogging and the sharing of our own lives and experiences. It's unfortunate, but yeah, even the internet has cliques and the 'cool kids'. It doesn't matter to me much because I have established relationships and great rapport with the few people who do read me, and that's what makes blogging fulfilling to me. As one of your commenters pointed out, it probably does have a lot to do with self-esteem or self-worth. I know that sometimes when I discover that a certain type of blogger is reading I'll think, "now what would I possibly have to write that SHE'D be interested in?" ANYWAY, I love your blog! I think that I came across you before because your layout looks awfully familiar.

Posted by: lani at September 15, 2005 12:30 PM (d/TO1)

11 You do not seem like the type of person who would be bothered by this...blog on...your blog is better than a book from Amazon.com .... I would rather read about your personal toils than watch a DVD! Mommys across the planet wish they could vent like you do...you are the Mommy Blog of the world. We all await the next post....<: -)

Posted by: joli at September 15, 2005 01:47 PM (1DJTO)

12 what? that's insane. I have no idea what she's talking about.

Posted by: kalisah at September 15, 2005 01:56 PM (C7RFb)

13 I am so sorry my comment made you feel badly at all. I am also sorry that I made everyone so mad. It is about me and not you. I think you are a wonderful person, wife and mother. I am envious but not jealous. Sometimes being a Stay at Home Mom (or any Mom for that matter) is a thankless job and you want more. My ultimate dream was to be a Stay at Home Mom, but sometimes it'd be nice to have a life in the "grown up world." Honesly it was never my intent to make you feel bad. I didn't realize it would be taken the way it was, nor did I mean it that way. I hope you and your readers can understand my position. And again I am sorry for any misunderstanding.

Posted by: Wencharita at September 15, 2005 03:14 PM (YwdKL)

14 Wencharita, It's a funny thing but actually, I am pretty sensitive. Nobody can please all the people all the time - and certainly, when I write about my opinions like the Karl Rove/CIA informant scandal I get my share of slings and arrows - even from people who I have great affection for and admire greatly like Margi and RP felt compelled to make their (differeing) viewpoints known. But it just slayed me to think that there was someone out there who thought I was in anyway espousing one way of life over another, or placed myself as superior because of choices I have made. If you were to see me... well, let's just say that whatever "imposing" is? I am the opposite. Honestly, in sloppy hair and attitude - I am Bill Murray in Stripes. And if you were to know me, you would know that I believe that after love and free will, the lesson Jesus most clearly espoused was that of "look to your own life and let others tend to theirs" - which I tend to interpret as "live and let live" - an approach to tolerance and an attempt at global understanding that I fail at miserably, sure, but that I get up and try to attain every day. So that's where my skin is thinnest, and you happened to hit it hard. Thanks for commenting. That was a class act. I'm gonna go band-aid up my boo-boo.

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So, we're back.

Now I actually have to do something about backing up my files. *sigh*

and Pixy Misa, who owns and administrates the "mu.nu" domain is proven, yet again, to be a superhero.

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Sometimes it is easy to forget that miracles happen, and good things come to good people.

This made my day: Chez Miscarriage: Sleep. Yeah. That Was A Good Plan.

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Stacy! That drunk floozy thought it would be a good idea to hand out the password to her blog. Heh.

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I rarely do this, but it made me laugh almost until I peed myself. It's kinda mean, tho - so if you love the French for their courage as well as their croissants (KWA - SAHN!!), don't click xset.co.uk » Blog Archive » This news just in

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Maybe I watched too many Capra movies growing up, but I honestly believe that most people working for the government - elected or appointed - want to do right by their job and this country.

See, I may not agree with all the things we, as a country, do. But the enemies are not the Republicans vs. the Democrats.

Nope.

It is the terrorists out there that would not blink about blowing up my home with me and my family it. THEY are the bad guys. They are who worry me, deep in the night. They are the people who need to be ousted, hunted, and addressed.

And I am counting on each and every man and woman who dedicates their lives in the service of this country to help protect us and, in the long term, think of solutions that will help move us towards a more tolerant and safe planet.

And for their sacrifice and dedication, I believe with all my heart that each of them deserves the complete protection and support they need to do their job.

ItÂ’s non-negotiable.

The thing with Karl Rove is that he disagreed with some people's statements on WMD's. He disagreed with how one of employees of the United States Government was using her position. Fine. He had a lot of ways to address his feelings. After all, he works across the hall from the President of the United States. HeÂ’s got a position, too. Right?

So according to these emails the reporter and Time turned over(with Rove's consent), it looks like he chose to use that position to expose her to the media. If he did, then he knew better. A high-placed employee of the United States government Intelligence community has her identity revealed to the enemies of this country because Karl Rove spoke to a reporter?

I don't give a shit why, and I don't want to parse the legalities.

If he identified her to a reporter. Knowingly. Then to me, what he did just about makes Karl Rove a traitor.

I don't decide what happens to him now. But I can tell you this from my heart. If it's true, I don't want President Bush relying on this man's counsel.

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I had a dream last night (probably caused by this amazing picture over at the Blue Sloth) that my house was hit by lightning and burned down (also a little wishful thinking?!)...

Of course, CD and Bear and the furry beasties and even Big Fish and Little Fish got out safely.

But then I realized (in my dream) that I had to go back in and save....

My Hard Drive.

After all, it has all Bear's pictures on it - from birth to this ast weekend - on it. All my writing. All the letters and addressess....

What about you? What things would you save?

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1 Oh my word! That was awesome. I have the exact same fear, except mine also includes thieves and tornadoes. My co-workers house was hit by lightning last week and it fried his house wiring, big screen, computer, and HVAC. Bummer. Worth going back for: 1) Purse 2) Computer 3) Professionally done wedding album The rest can burn. BTW, you might consider burning all of those pictures to CD and then giving them to a relative, neighbor, bank for safe keeping. I know I sleep better at night having done so.

Posted by: ieatcrayonz at June 24, 2005 07:05 AM (FLJz9)

2 There are so many things I'd want to save, but the pictures in the bin in the basement would be my highest priority. I should scan them all and do what ieatcrayonz suggested....anybody got a few extra weeks they can spare?

Posted by: CursingMama at June 24, 2005 08:25 AM (PoQfr)

3 Ummm, yeah, thanks for that Elizabeth. You could have warned me. It's not like I'm just 3.5 hours from stepping on a plane and heading into storms (flying through Minneapolis then to Denver). Way to crush my confidence. ;-)

Posted by: B at June 24, 2005 09:47 AM (TQHLW)

4 We did peel off the pictures onto CD's. Which we keep... next to the computer. Duh.

Posted by: Elizabeth at June 24, 2005 11:33 AM (+OvEk)

5 Funny that the name of my blog covers what would be most important to me to save: our cats and my violin. (Most important after my husband, of course; I'm assuming he could get out on his own.)

Posted by: Kimberly at June 25, 2005 06:30 AM (Ba9x7)

6 I have to say, the plastic holder for all my official papers that I need due to various visas. My boy and the cats? I know they'd be right there with me, running out the door and checking we're all safe. Everything else can go. I would cry, but I have learnt that possessions are transitory anyway. They will all go away someday anyhow.

Posted by: Helen at June 26, 2005 09:12 AM (6DKcA)

7 1. My insurance papers/ passport/ certificates - all my other important papers are there in my file at work, as I requested. 2. Prints I have picked up from all the cities + places I have visited. I don't have any pictures, and only my prints stand testimony to many happy memories. 3. My Blackberry - because it contains all my important information in it. New commenter here. Enjoy your blog a lot.

Posted by: plumpernickel at June 26, 2005 07:54 PM (YAPpV)

8 I lived through this to know -- my pets! I didn't have a lick of time to save anything else. I left my purse, my shoes -- everything -- and I don't have any regrets because all of our furry friends made it out safe -- a true blessing!

Posted by: Eyes for Lies at June 27, 2005 06:08 AM (QhI+Z)

9 I would save my hard drive as well, for the exact same reason. I can rebuild scrapbooks, I can even download video clips, but they are all on p.c. Those things are my history, those things are not replaceable if lost. Assuming my boy, my dh, and my pets (enh, lately not even too worried about getting them out) are all out, the hard drive would be the next priority.

Posted by: Lissy at June 28, 2005 08:10 AM (QOJ70)

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