IHO of President Bush

Hi my name is...

Hello, my name is Leftturnyielder and I'm addicted to Google Reader. Yep, third night this week that I have spent multiple hours reading numerous blogs. I've crossed over to the dark side. Good thing my husband has been out of town so he hasn't discovered my addiction. Yet.

Seriously?!

Is this really what we have come to in our world? Today, President Bush made a surprise trip to Iraq and during a news conference with the Iraqi media, he was pelted with a pair of shoes. The reporter was threw the shoes in protest of what the war in Iraq has done to the country and the people. I am by no means passing judgement of anyone involved in the incident. I just find it disturbing and yet amusing that this is what a news conference with, supposedly, one of the most powerful world leaders has come to.

Am I the Only One?

Well, I tried to post this three times last night but Blogger did not agree it was time. I'll give a go one more time.

Am I the only one who has not read the Twilight series? Or even worse, has absolutely no interest in them? None at all. I feel somewhat left out of all the talk but I could care less. I love to read as well so this is somewhat unusual for me.

I am, however, reading an absolutely hilarious book right now, Such a Pretty Fat. This is Jen Lancaster's third memoir and I find myself laughing out loud when reading any of her books. She's freaking hilarious. I definitely identify with her, although I'm not sure I should admit that in public! Seriously put her books on your Christmas list, you won't be disappointed, unless you have no sense of humor. And then I just don't want to know you anyways.

'Tis the season...

For my skin, especially on my hands, to turn dry and cracked. It painful and wretched looking. It's better than last year, when I was on IV steriods through my PICC line. Yeah, that was fun. Anyway, tonight I had to resort to desperate measures. I first used one of my favorite products, OPI Jojoba scrub, then I slathered my hands in Aquaphor and am now sporting latex gloves. Too bad my husband isn't in town to appreciate the look. If I was a really good blogger like Kristal, I would have an embarassing picture to accompany this post. I'm not so I'll reserve that for another day!

Oh, and guess what's going on outside my window right now. The neighbor's dogs are barking. Really, insanity!

The Dogs are Barking...

Okay, so I love dogs. Really, I do. We've always had dogs growing up and I would love to have one now but my husband don't keep regular hours. I don't think it's fair to a dog to be gone like we are on a regular basis.

That being said, I feel like I'm being driven insane by the dogs next door. We live in a great two family building in South City. We love our neighborhood, we choose to live in an urban setting. We're used to the sirens that race up and down Grand going towards the nearby hospital. However, the dogs that are next door are too much. For over three hours tonight all I've heard is the ridiculous creature next door howling. It's so loud that all the other dogs in the neighborhood like to join in his song. This isn't the first time either. This has been going on for over a year now. The animal has waken up at all hours of the night no less than six times, and kept me from actually sleeping way more times than I can count. Seriously, if you know me, you know you don't mess with me when I'm sleeping. My husband doesn't even dare do that!

I came home tonight all ready to read my new book and I couldn't even concentrate. I had to go from the bedroom into the living room and I still had to turn the TV up to hear over the barking. We've tried talking to the owner, no joy there, and the police don't seem to be much help. I don't know what to do but I might be driven to extreme measures. I'm not sure I'll be able to be held responsible for my actions. I can use insanity as a defense right?

Victory for America!!

Well, finally before I go to bed on this historic night I can breath a sigh of relief. One, that's it's over and we finally just have an answer. Second, that so many Americans were energized enough to get out and really start a grassroots movement. And third, that a record number of people got out to have their voices heard. The finally felt that they too are a part of this process and joined in with seasoned voters. Young, old, black, white, latino, gay, straight.......we are all Americans and now we must move forward with this momentum to actually make the change we desire. We need to continue to speak up and make our voices heard. It's the only way. Take part in the process......

Notice the Clocks...

If you scroll down to the bottom of my blog (it shouldn't take long), you'll see four clocks. I love looking at all of them, it's like seeing what's going on in my loved ones lives all at once. You see, you may or may not know that I have family spreading from San Francisco all the way to Dublin and beyond. The four clocks represent the cities were my closest family members make their homes, San Francisco, St. Louis, New York, and Dublin. The span is over five thousand miles, but somehow glancing at those clocks let me know when Riley is going to school, when PJ is taking a bath, when Michael is getting up for a run or ride, or when Kevin is leaving for work or coming home to the nearest bar.

You see, right now I know that Katie and Jack are getting off to school and Katie is excited because it was her 10th birthday this weekend. She's bursting at the seams to tell everyone at school that her dad took her to Manchester, England to see a Man United game. This is a way to keep us all connected amidst the time, the distance, and everyone's busy schedules.

It may not seem like much to others but it's a simple way for me to feel connected to my family. And these days it that or Facebook!

A Work in Progress...

This blog just like myself are both a work in progress. It's going to take me some time to figure it all out. Hopefully less time than it's taking me to figure myself out! Comments, questions, concerns, all are welcome.

Hopefully I'll have the swing of things soon and regular posting will begin.

This is a test...This is only a test...

Now, if you live in the city of St. Louis this would be followed by sirens and a very Orwellian announcement through the city's weather public address system. Creepiest. Thing. Ever.

I digress. This is a test of this blogging system. Please keep you hands and arms in the train at all times for your safety. Soon, we will resume never scheduled blogging. (If I can figure this all out.)