Category Archives: Musings

3rd presidential debate

Go Obama!

Random thoughts.

Joe the Plumber, you have become the lockbox of the 2008 debates.

McCain, you cannot claim to have bucked your party on the issue of torture. You folded (perhaps because you need their support to become President.)

McCain, you have taken money and photo ops with ACORN.

McCain, Obama did not kick off his campaign on Bill Ayre’s porch.

Obama, it took you a long time to get to Palin’s comments. Call them on it!

McCain, although I would love to have the government send me $$, I bet that the insurance companies and health care providers would figure out how to raise their rates to eat up that cash.

McCain, the government grew in the first 4 years of W’s administration, and the Republicans were in charge. You created an entire new department – Homeland Security!

Obama, partial birth abortion should not be banned. It gives the parents a whole body to bury. It is not done on a whim.

How does having a child with Down’s Syndrome make Sarah Palin an expert on autism? It would make her more aware of the issues related to special needs kids. It seems like McCain’s talking points suggest that Palin’s child has autism, just as Palin’s speeches suggest that Obama is a terrorist.

McCain, I am not your friend.

Having Fun with the Banks in Crisis

What is it about October that attracts crashes?

Rather than contemplate that question, I’m writing this post.

Yesterday morning while stopped at a red light, I watched a bus make a turn. I chuckled to myself because the bus was wrapped in an ad for Wachovia, about world savings accounts or something. When the bus turned toward me, though, I began guffawing. The bus’ destination? Not in Service.

I am now an account holder of JP Morgan Chase that swallowed Washington Mutual. Here is my response to that takeover:

JP Morgan Chase (Not Washington Mutual)

My bank is Chase was Washington Mutual
Now it’s Morgan Chase, not Washington Mutual
Been a short time gone, Washington Mutual
Now it’s a stockbroker’s fright on an autumn night

Every check from Washington Mutual
Belongs to Chase, not Washington Mutual
So if you’ve a debt with Washington Mutual
It’ll be paid to JP Morgan Chase

Even JP Morgan Chase was once two different banks
Why they changed it I can’t say
Maybe they made more money that way

So take my cash to Washington Mutual
No, you cannot bank with Washington Mutual
Been a short time gone, Washington Mutual

Why did Washington Mutual get the works
That’s nobody’s business but the Fed

JP Morgan Chase (Was WaMu)
JP Morgan Chase (Was WaMu)

Even JP Morgan Chase was once two different banks
Why they changed it I can’t say
Maybe they made more money that way
My bank is Chase, was Washington Mutual
Now it’s Morgan Chase, not Washington Mutual
Been a short time gone, Washington Mutual
Why did Washington Mutual get the works
That’s nobody’s business but the Fed

JP Morgan Chase (Was WaMu)

For information on the original song, see Wikipedia; for the original lyrics go here.

My Mother’s Daughter

As I prepare for a trip, I am again reminded that I am my mother’s daughter. Growing up, we joked that Cleary trips left at the crack of noon. We always aimed to leave town at the crack of dawn. It rarely happened.

Every summer, the family drove 700 miles from Bartlesville, OK, to Chicago to visit my grandmother and other relatives. For some reason unknown to me, my dad always wanted to drive straight through. I don’t know how we did it –  2 parents, 4 kids, 1 sedan, 14 hours on the road. Occasionally, we would stop a night at a relative’s house somewhere in Missouri, shortening the trip to a mere 12 hours.

But I’m getting off topic. We usually got off to a late start because of my mom. She would spend the night before cleaning the entire house and then packing. Once she finished packing, then we (I mean my sister Karen, the space-unchallenged) would have to figure out how to pack the car. Remember – 6 people in one sedan. Packing became a nightmare.

In case you were wondering, since I was the smallest person in the family, I rode in the back windshield shelf. Parents soooo couldn’t get away with that today. Life got much better when we got a station wagon.

Today, I wanted to leave for San Diego around 11am. It’s after 1pm and I still haven’t done laundry yet. At least I have done the vacuuming. And I am procrastinating even more by writing this post.

How I have applied these early travel experiences into my adult life:
1. Always clean the house before you leave on a trip.
2. If you are driving, your time schedule is nebulous.
3. There is no shame in staying a night in a motel if you don’t make your destination.
4. Kids today are coddled.
5. I almost always overpack.

I CAN TALK AGAIN

Let me yell it to the four corners of the web, I can talk again!

After a week of not talking, eating soft foods, not talking, using hot and cold packs on the face, and not talking, my jaw doesn’t hurt any more. Yippee! Of course, my ear started to ache again. I have a bona fide ear infection. Boo! But being able to eat crunchy foods again is worth it.