Lots of folks have asked us about Karen, who helped launch the site with Janet a few weeks ago. Karen is just fine, and has written an update on her status here. Check it out!

Many wonder why Congress, in its infinite wisdom, decided to question Roger “The Not So Artful Dodger” Clemens about his “alleged” (as one who is politically incorrigible I hate politically correct words) use of HGH.  During a time of significant memory lapse I too wondered about this use of our hard earned bucks.  Then I remembered that it was going to be on TV…how inanely stupid of me!  As the solons attempted to wax eloquent in the glare of million candlepower lights I was again reminded that the most dangerous place in Washington is between an elected official and a TV camera.

Well, I see you’ve all met my dear friend ‘Crash’.  Ain’t he a trip? I confess, he’s not my real Uncle Bud, or related to anyone on the site, but I’d be proud if he was my Uncle! Heck, I’m just proud that he’s my friend.

I’ve always been taught that when you marry, ‘marry up’. Meaning of course that you marry someone better and smarter than you are, to inspire improvement (in yourself )of course! Use the same theory in life, surround yourself with people who are wiser, smarter and more Christ-like than yourself, and you can’t help but grow to be a better person.

Well, that’s who ‘Crash’ is for me. Sort of a mental mentor. He makes me think more, and outside the box. I pray that each person reading this blog has a ‘Crash’ in their lives. I’m lucky enough to have two at one time. Those that know me know that I did ‘marry up’. Way-y-y-y up. So, I have my husband, and ‘Crash’. That’s like winning the lottery twice.

His nickname ‘Crash’ fits him better in my opinion, but either way, I feel like a kid at Christmas that he’s here. Call him ‘Uncle Bud’ or ‘Crash’, but either way, regardless of who you are. . . you’re ‘calling up’.

Welcome aboard, Crash.

Amidst all this chaos . . . God loves me . . .

They keep on harping that we don’t need the protection afforded us by the extension of the Patriot Act.  They stupidly opine that, “we don’t need it, we haven’t been attacked since 9/11.”  How come the reason for that is not as clear as the proverbial bell to these mental midgets.  Go figure……..and PRAY!

William F, (he can’t be just plain Bill) Buckley passed away this week, taking with him one of the great minds of our time, or any other for that matter. I often listened to him craft a beautiful sentence much as an accomplished artist swirls his brush or a musician plays a melody that lands on the ears like the soft petal of a flower.  His thoughts emanated from a pragmatic thoughtful mind founded on a solid world view.  His halting style of speaking was reminiscent of the bumbling detective Columbo.  He was not the epitome of sartorial splendor, he was instead somewhat of an unmade bed of a man.  But what finally reached the my ears as I listened in rapt silence made sense, stretched my thinking, made me scramble for a pencil or a dictionary and caused me to want to expand my pigmy like vocabulary. I will miss him!

Few see that you invest all money that passes through your hands. The operative questions are; into what do you invest and what return do you expect. I believe that there are three core investment segments everyone should consider. They are investing in: NOW….your spending to live, YOUR FUTURE….retirement and ETERNAL….the hereafter. My Dad instructed me at an early age to return 10% to the Lord, it is rightfully his….place 10% in wise wealth building investments and then live on the remaining 80%. Let me assure you that it works. More money will rarely solve most people’s financial woes. Poor decisions, a lack of discipline and an unwillingness to defer gratification are the culprits that usually rob people of their funds. There are clear and effective ways out of the morass. If you’d like to read about some Godly financial principles please let me hear from you.

Before the House committee initially interviewed Group 1 of the Vitamin “S” steroid users it seemed that one of those called, Jose Canseco, would end up looking like a dunce. Such did not occur. Sammy Sosa basically said…baseball be belly belly good to me. I no understand English. They gave him a pass. Rafael Palmiero shook his finger and said…I did not have sex with that woman….NO that was another liar…..Palmiero denied using steroids. Mark McGwire said he wanted to talk about the future not about the past. What did he think kids wanted to talk to him about at baseball card shows as he signed his name to their card… his investment account….NO, his homeruns…the past! Look at any of McGwire’s early career baseball cards…he’s as skinny as a post. In his later year’s cards he looks like he can barely fit into his ample uniform and size 8 cap. The guy emerging from the Congressional cesspool as the truth teller was Canseco. As Babe Ruth once said, who’d a thunk it!

Recently Congress, having nothing of greater import to discuss, called in Roger Clemens, The Rocket and sat him at one end of the grilling bench. At the other end was Brian McNamee, an athletic trainer for Clemens. Who would emerge as the liar and who would be seen as the purveyor of truth? As the winner was………McNamee! The Rocket shot off his mouth and exposed his less than room temperature IQ as he licked his lips and repeatedly lied through them. There were other losers that day. Representative Dan Burton obviously forgot his lascivious past as he berated McNamee for his “lies”. In 1998 Burton admitted fathering a child out of wedlock in 1983. He is alleged to have been a serial skirt chaser for years. And he is getting in McNamee’s grill! Give me a break. I only wish Teddy Kennedy could have been there bellowing about honesty and honour as he often does, with total disregard for a young lady named Mary Jo Kopechne, who he left to drown while swimming away to protect his oft sullied reputation. I digress.

Canseco and MacNamee were the tellers of fact. Well this week the House referred Clemens case to the DOJ for review and investigation and did NOT do the same for McNamee. Sad isn’t it. It’s sad for the thousands of boys who looked up to Clemens. Will he be forced to continue wearing pinstripes in the common bastille or will he return to the Bronx Bombers who wear the same. Probably neither. The former is a shame, the latter is a blessing.

wow 

 . . . we started singin . . . “Bye bye Miss American Pie . . .”

I wonder if McCain hates it when people say his name since it is also ‘slang’ for a prostitute’s customer? Let’s not forget that ‘John’ can also be reference to a toilet. . . . GET OVER IT.  He’s actually apologising because a staffer/representative used Obama’s other name at a rally???  . . . (The name, I refrain from using here, lest any in the double digit IQ department misunderstand of whom I speak) . . .  If Barak doesn’t like his name, he has the ability to change it. If he doesn’t like his ears, he has the opportunity to alter them. He’s an American citizen and a ‘big boy’.

The REAL reason he doesn’t like to have his middle name spoken in reference to him, is because he’s counting on the same double digit IQ population to elect him. But they don’t always know what’s best for them, do they? Being the parent of a special needs child, I speak from experience, and intend no disrespect with my ‘generalizations’.

McCain must have a spine left in there somewhere. It’s a fact that it was there in the ‘Hanoi Hilton’. Maybe he’s forgotten how to use it, or misplaced it. Was he the guy that decided Santa should change to ‘Ha ha ha’ because ‘Ho ho ho’ really conjures up red light district images in the hearers mind? H-m-m-m. Could very well be.

I want so badly to vote for him, but he keeps trying to dissuade me. . . .

Amidst all this chaos . . . God loves me . . .

If you are using the gifts God gave you, I believe it makes God smile. I am convinced that any adventure ‘blessed’ or approved by God is covered brightly by His very thumbprint. It’s large and somewhat circular, with progressively smaller rings inside.

Not unlike the bulls-eye we aimed our arrows at in summer camp. You get my drift. However, the best part is, we with this target on our chest (taunting the shooter), are like the moon. The enemy’s arrows are fired from earth, and while they look like they are headed straight for us, he gets a near miss every time. While he comes within inches of planting a dart in this ‘thing’ that God waves under his nose, even a near miss is a miss. It may as well be light years away.

Amidst all this chaos . . . God loves me . . .