Blago, Ballet, Bears and Baby

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What do you do when you have a few random thoughts that need to be eliminated from your head, but that don't quite make up enough for a post? Well, you find some random pictures to go with the random thoughts and post it on a Saturday when no one reads anyway!

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Is anyone surprised that this man:



Who had an ego so big he spent $15,000 EACH on 40 signs announcing his success in his pay-for-play contracting to complete the new open road tolling plazas



Would do something like put state jobs, state contracts and regulatory favors up for sale? Or that he would attempt to get critical editorial writers from the Chicago Tribune fired in exchange for helping parent Tribune Co. with a state plan to finance the purchase of Wrigley Field?

Blago called the Senate seat "a fucking valuable thing. You just don't give it away for nothing." Among the prizes Blago considered were a position in Obama's Cabinet, an ambassadorship, a $300,000 job with a union-backed group--even a highly paid position for his wife. In fact, evidence suggests that Blago gave serious consideration to appointing himself to the Senate seat (something he could legally do), because he felt "stuck" in his job as governor. Illinois politics at its finest! Amazing ...

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Husband and I have a "date" Sunday. Husband will be fantasizing about watching petite women with amazing flexibility while I watch gay men with nice asses in tights listen to the orchestra.

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See these? These are the prototypes for the Christmas card and dated Christmas ornament I'll be making this year. No, I haven't started yet. Yes, I realize that Christmas in in 12 days and that if I don't get these in the mail soon they'll be Valentine's Day cards and ornaments, but I work better under pressure - really I do!

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I had to scan a baby photo of Cam for a class project of his and figured this was as good a day as any to post a random baby photo. He is 4 months old in this picture, and just the cutest little thing (in my oh-so-humble opinion).

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Friday Wrap-Up (sans Vlog)

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Yes, I know ... I promised you a vlog of the drawing for the blogiversary prize package, but you know what? I didn't do it! That's right ... me! The ultra-responsible, anal retentive, must do what I say pain in the ass. I didn't do it! So there!! What are you going to do? Make me eat liver and onions and lima beans for dinner?? YUMMMM! Vlog will be posted Saturday along with the lucky stalkee winner!

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It's been one of those weeks - high, highs and low, lows.

Sunday night, while I was at the market, there was a pissing match between husband and son (12) that culminated in son saying, "Well maybe I should just run away" and husband responding, "Then pack your shit and get out!" Three hours later, after scouring town to try to track him down (it was 9PM), yet another call was made to the police for a "domestic" issue. Fortunately, son was found, safe and sound. Unfortunately, I know this speaks to much larger issues.

Tuesday was my first "official" PTO meeting in my presidential position. Couldn't help but wonder if any of those "conservative" mom's have naughty, HNT filled blogs they are keeping secret *giggle* And someone please tell me what genetic flaw lies in most all women (me being the exception of course) that requires the most simple decisions be discussed ad nauseum? For goodness sakes we are talking about collecting Box Tops for Education, not saving third world countries!

Last night was the Middle School Open House, run much differently this year than in years past. We followed the daily schedule of our kids - eight minutes in each class - three minutes to get to the next class. Three minutes just happens to be the exact time the kids have between classes too, and I find that incredibly ridiculous. Three minutes? I had difficulty getting from one class to the next in time (didn't want to get a tardy slip) and I wasn't standing in the hallway, picking my nose stopping at my locker to get my books for the next class!

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Found out yesterday that I'll be attending the Moscow Ballet's Great Russian Nutcracker in December. No ... I'm not going to Moscow - they will be in Chicago! Now, I do love the ballet (yes, I realize all of those muscular men with tight asses are gay), but I am far more excited about the music. I am quite the Tchaikovsky fan and will likely be listening far more than watching!

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