The Delta House

For those of you don't know who Alex and his mom are, please click here. Go ahead, I'll wait.

OK, now that you know, what do you think about Alex's mom? Well, here is what I think...

Who the hell does this bitch think that she is? First off, if John McCain is elected President, doesn't she realize that he has a shelf life of about ten more years, max? Is he really going to be influential in determining foreign policy posthumously? Give me a break lady.

Does she plan on being so overbearing in poor little Alex's life that he won't be able to make his own decisions? Is she going to determine where he goes to college? Wears boxers or briefs? Who he marries? What car insurance he buys? What if little Alex grows up to be a six foot three, 240-lb bad ass that just can't wait to join the Marines and kill bad guys? What are you going to do then, Alex's mom?

And exactly who does this woman expect to defend and protect this country? Let someone else do it, I suppose. As Col. Jessup said in A Few Good Men, she rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom the military provides, then questions the manner in which they provide it.

I am glad to see that there are several patriots out there that have made their own video responses and posted them on youtube. Here is one of my favorites...

I present to you, Miss Teen South Carolina!! Or is it Carl Lewis trying to get through the National Anthem? You decide!

I didn't realize how long it has been since I've written anything on this blog until I saw the date on my last post. Needless to say, I've been busy.

• I have a job, and I love it. I am now a construction superintendent for a utility contractor. Granted, the title isn't as sexy as Senior Technician, but I have a much shorter commute, get paid the same amount, and my employer now pays all of my health and dental insurance premiums. Praise God!
• Another benefit of my new job: Heavy Equipment is Available! I used a skid steer to clear the front and back yards and will be hydroseeding them soon. Also, I finally demolished the incredibly dangerous deck that was attached to my house when we bought it. Now all I need is a couple of grand to build a new one.
• Baby Genevieve is due any day now! Momma and Jake had a nasty bout with the stomach flu last week, but they are better now and we are clear for launch!
• My side business is starting to pick up, just in time to have a new-born in the house. PERFECT TIMING!
• The Dems are a mess and I am loving every second of it! I hope Hill stays in it until November!

Anyway, More later...

Lots.

First off, I am still unemployed at this moment. That could change at any time, and I have gotten a handful of calls over the past few days that make me think that it will soon.

But right now, I feel like a girl that is dating several guys at once and waiting for a marriage proposal. In other words, there ain't no ring on my finger, yo!

Seriously, though I have really enjoyed the past several weeks at home with my family it's time to get back to work. Not just for the obvious financial reasons, but for the sake of my sanity.

I am quite sure that I have seen every episode of The Backyardigans, The Wonder Pets, and Go Diego, Go at least 20 times now and I am afraid that if I don't get out soon, I'm gonna climb the tower.

Hopefully the weather will cooperate a little for the rest of the time that I am at home so Jake can do some outdoor activities, like play on his birthday gift. That's right folks, Jake turns two on Sunday, all 40 inches and 43lbs of him.

Yeah, he's huge.

I remember the smell of the creosote plant,
When we'd have to eat on Easter with my
Crazy old uncle and aunt.
They lived in a big house Ante Bellum style,
And the wind would blow across the old bayou,
And I was a tranquil little child.

Life was just a tire swing.
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
And I never knew a thing about pain.
Life was just a tire swing.

In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp;
Yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter
In our pup tent with a lamp.
And in a few days Baxter went home,
And he left me by myself.
And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way,
And I could get along without any help.
Life was just a tire swing.

And I've never been west of New Orleans
Nor east of Pensacola.
My only contact with the outside
world was a n R.C.A. Victrola.
Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about
expensive cars, and who would've figured twenty
years later I'd be rubbing shoulders with the stars.
Life was just a tire swing.

'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
Chasin' after sparrows with rubber tip arrows,
Knowin' I could never hurt a thing,
And life was just a tire swing.

Then the other morning on some Illinois road
I fell asleep at the wheel,
But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell'
telephone pole, and a bunch of Grant Wood
Faces screaming, 'Is he still alive?'
But through the window could see
it hangin' from a tree, and I knew
I had survived.

Life was just a tire swing.
Jambalaya's still the best song that I can sing.
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
And I finally learned a lot about pain,
'cause life is just a tire swing.