September 30, 2004

Please join us in the drawing room

After checking out as many books as our five cards allow from the library, we raced home to watch President Bush and John Kerry. I sat listening in the van in the garage while E relayed the message to R to haul the television up from the family room to the living room (better reception- we have no cable or DirecTV). I want for our daughters to be involved in the political process. I want them to be engaged enough to ask questions and make statements they can defend.

That said, I think that Kerry was composed (and all debaters know that confident presentation does have merit). President Bush wasn't necessarily not so himself, he was just more relaxed (IMO). I am unchanged for whom I will vote. George Bush is a man that I feel that I can trust to be both empathetic and resolute. I think he has proven himself thus.

A few things I particularly enjoyed:

Kerry: "I've been fighting for proliferation, uh, anti-proliferation....."
Kerry: "Yes. We have to be steadfast and strong. I have always have
been and am."

Bush: "The senator saw the same intelligence I did (concerning pre-
war intelligence information)."

Bush: "What's he gonna say? 'Please join us in Iraq for a grand diversion
for a wrong war, in the wrong place, at the wrong time'?"

Of course the ladies of household were, umm, drawing while listening. Our humble offerings:

By the always talented E.

Moi (the black blobs of ink were there when I began).

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My heart is heavy with something that I cannot share at this time, but will in the near future....It is like an anvil in my chest; and I feel too weak to attempt to remove it as even the thought of the strength required is draining.

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Gone Daddy Gone

Comment spammers have reached a new low (at least to this blog). I awakened this morning to a large number of spam comments targeted specifically toward any politcally conservative posts or posts supportive of the war in Iraq. Thanks to MT Blacklist, they are gone and future attempts will be thwarted, as well.

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A Shot


Now, we all know that my visits with Kris must be chronicled not only with words, but in photographs, as well. So here is the requiste shot: my beautiful friend and I on our way out the door (nice 80's hair on moi, eh?)

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September 26, 2004

Excuse me, I have to change my....

There have been very few things that have caused me to nearly pee my pants from laughing, but this goes on the Top Ten List. Via ZB.

(How appropriate seeing as I will be flying again this week...)

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September 25, 2004

Missing Piece

It has now been nine days since I have seen the eyes of my daughters; smelled the sweetness of them; felt their hair on my fingertips; heard their laugh; seen them smile; watched them sleep.

It has been an eternity since I have seen the blue in R's eyes; watched his body move through time and space; felt the strength of it against my own; caught his brow in thought; watched him shave and dress; smelled his presence near me; felt my soul comforted by his very existence. A piece of the puzzle is missing and will be complete only when gently placed in the space created uniquely for it.

I am returning soon my loves.

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(Steam coming from my ears) WHEN WILL I LEARN TO SAVE WHILE WRITING?

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Portrait in Charcoal with a Touch of Pastels

To put it mildly, Kris doesn't like to meticulously construct the perfect plan, and to have said plan destroyed by the typical laissez-faire of the college student schedule. Translation: our sitters for the evening were an hour and a half late. But, not all was lost. One cosmo and margarita and shared Greek Salad later, the women had sufficently calmed down enough to enjoy a delicious dinner and discussion.

This specific situation is one example of how our personality types (K=ESFJ; R=EXTP) compliment one another. I could care less if the schedule has to be adjusted (unless it was so convoluted as to not being able to go anywhere at all- destination unkown is just fine with me as long as there is a destination). I need some sort of plan from which to springboard; Kris makes it. If said plan is interrupted or changed, I can qucikly weave together acceptable alternatives all the while slipping in a thread of laughter to make it more palatable for my friend.

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September 24, 2004

In the Bedroom

Scene from Kris' house:

Kris is at her computer. I, being the later-sleeping friend of us both, am just awakening to the sound of the clicking keys. We quietly talk; discussing blog posts; a movie we watched; etc. The smell of coffee pulls me from the bed- and let me tell you, she has created the most comfortable bed in which I have ever slept. I am inspired. (I have decided it must be three things: feather bed [which I don't have but aspire to], down comforter [check], and the most perfect pillows ever designed [now on order]). After retriving my coffee, and thus awakening a bit more, I begin to think of reasons to spur her separation from the monitor. You see, two women, two blogs, one computer doesn't work. I am not alone in my endeavors, however. I noticed the other day, after I had spent what was deemed enough time on the computer, I received a flow of polite requests that I couldn't refuse my friend. After completing the tasks, I came back to find my friend now comfortably situated in the seat I had been warming. We fell into hysterics at the unspoken recognition of our motives in sending one another on various household errands to gain access to the 'sphere.

Examples of our antics:

Kris: "Rae, would you mind getting some toilet paper for Micah while I finish making the bed [the computer is in the bedroom and my leaving the bedroom to provide appropriate sanitary conditions for Micah would require my leaving the computer]?"
Rae: "Kris, [from the kitchen thus requiring her need to move away in order to hear me] could you come in here and find the creamer for me?" [As she is digging through the fridge, I slip around the corner and head for the bedroom.]

Kris: "[An attempt to blame her need for organization and scheduling] Why don't you shower and get ready for the day while I blog?"
Rae: "[An attempt to neglect and avoid any kind of schedule] Why don't you go make the coffee and I'll blog?"

Suffice it to say, that between the two of us goal-oriented women, we make both errands and blogging happen; with a bit laughter and respect added.

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Rae at 12:21 PM | Comments (10) | Ladies of the 'Sphere
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Tell Her About It

O.K. I have been getting more hits than normal, but fewer comments than ever.

Silent readers are like silent movies: better with sound.

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September 23, 2004


I posted part of this in the comments on ResurrectionSong:

It is indeed rare for a person to see someone at the very bottom of an abyss in life and to have the love, courage, strength, and grace to go into what they themselves cannot see or understand in order to bring whom they love back up into the sun and warmth of life.

Kris and I share everything without fear of judgement or condemnation. We rely on the unique gifts that we bring to the relationship to aid in understanding the world or situations or people and even ourselves, better and with more mercy, charity, forbearance, and compassion. We often say about one another that while I bring color to her spectrum, she delineates mine.

I consider myself a very strong person (those of you who read my blog from the beginning know why) and I really don't need many people, but I think I would truly suffocate if she wasn't breathing her soul into my atmosphere.

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September 21, 2004

Goodnight Moon

I am quite tired.....but being tired from being with one of the two people on this earth who know me best makes it completely worth it.

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September 20, 2004

Atrociously Fabulous

So, I am sometimes a little behind the times (rarely), but I absolutely love reading Jeff at Beautiful Atrocities, whom I found through The Llama Butchers. He is heretofore Knighted.

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Prove it to me

There are several ways for one's confidence to receive a bit of a boost and one of those is a cashier thinking two 30-something women are just college girls and requesting to see proof of age.

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Score: Love -Love

I liked John McEnroe and Chris Everett better playing on the Wimbledon courts.

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Happy Birthday Pixy! I hope your day was beautiful (as this is about what...about 12 hours behind your gorgeous Australia time?) and that this year is filled with the lovely things of life.

Thanks for taking this little blog and pasting it into the terrific MuNu corner of the 'sphere :)

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September 16, 2004

For the Record

I don't care about the forged documents (oh dear, I guess that my diction there does show an opinion on the whole matter). The reasons I will be voting for George W. Bush remain the same:

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Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You?

I don't think so, but, it was fun.

Thanks, Willow.

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Just a Little Jaunt

I am heading out tomorrow to visit Kris. She has a computer, of course, so I will pop in here and there to post and respond to any comments (where are you guys lately, anyway?). Will be back next Thursday in full Blogger Regalia (snicker).

The Llama Butchers

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1) Scotch Tape®-Reminds me of Christmas.
2) Coffee- Reminds me of my grandmother.
3) Cotton and leather- shopping in Harold's® stores with my mom when I was little.
4) Dreft®- my babies.
5) Clean puppies- being a little girl when my mother raised labs; innocence.
6) Gardenias- my mother when she was young(er).
7) Musty basements- grandmother's house.
8) Hot wet concrete- being a little girl in Oklahoma in the summers.
9) Moist dark dirt and freshly cut grass- reminds me now of the midwest where grass and dark moist dirt exist.
10) Exhaust in the winter- reminds me of waiting for the bus when I was young and smelling all those '60's and '70's model cars warming up.
11) Car grease, metal, whatever is used to clean guns, and deodorant style soap- R. Mmmm.
12) Jet fuel- traveling.

Just to name a few....

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Can I have a Panookie Please?

I confess to a love of dessert. I will eat it first if given the opportunity. Wednesday evenings all of our children are elsewhere for nearly two hours and while I dearly love my daughters, I cherish each fall when they become engaged outside of my presence those precious two hours a week. I typically take that time to go see a movie; meet with a friend; grab a Mocha Frappé and a glossy publication; or just enjoy the silence in my own home. Sometimes R and I will take advantage of no need for a sitter and get a quick bite to eat and enjoy the sound of each other's voices, or the sound of nothing together.

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September 15, 2004

Artist in Residence


E's portrait (and caricature [her personal favorite style]) of Julius Caesar. Today is the 2048 1/2 year anniversary of his death by his best friend and five other senators.

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Nathan and I are published (sort of)!


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September 14, 2004

Thank you, Mr. Field

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe ~
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken,
And Nod.

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September 12, 2004


In the July/August edition of The Atlantic, an article caught R's eye, "Five Days in Fallujah" by Robert D. Kaplan (registration required). He determined to read it uninteruppted (try that in a house full of females!). So many publications are decidely liberal and against the military or the use of them that I anticipated a negative portrayal of his brothers in arms. When he completed it, he was refreshingly surprised at how Mr. Kaplan had written truthfully and with respect for the men with whom he had been embedded.

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Lt. Colonel Bellon writes us

Lt. Colonel Bellon writes us after several weeks of silence. It is relieving to know he is alive and well, and continues to encourage and lead the Marines under his charge and those who command him.

This letter admonishes those who seek to blame Russia for their recent horrific loss of young citizens. He also urges us to consider the breavity of this latest attrocity comitted by terrorists and to understand that it would be happening on U.S. soil, if they could make it happen.

As usual, emphasis mine. God be with you, Lt. Col. Bellon and with all those who serve to provide liberty for the oppressed.


As you have heard, we lost 7 Marines to a suicide car bomber the other day. We also lost 3 Iraqi Special Forces Soldiers. All were exceptionally brave men. The Marines are from a battalion that has fought as hard or harder than any other here in Iraq. These were the guys that were knee deep in the hardest fighting in Fallujah back in April and who have been going hard ever since. Even more tragic is that they were close to getting out of here.

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September 09, 2004

The Heartland

There is something deep inside me that misses my home. Not the house I once had or lived in, but the land from which I came. This desert is not my domain. I miss the green of grass and trees. I miss waking up to an overcast morning or the sound of rain on the streets and dripping from the roof or flowing out of the gutters. I miss the colors of sugar maples and oaks. I miss humidity making my wavy hair stick to my forehead. I miss having friends over and watching the kids play ball using our three Elms as bases. I miss seeing the fields gravid with corn, wheat, and soybeans. I miss the gleam of the sun on a lake. I miss the taste of Bass fished from that lake. I miss the rolling hills that would put my babes to sleep on a Sunday afternoon. I miss people celebrating National holidays together, like Memorial Day, Labor Day, Fourth of July by grilling; having watermelon and ice-cream; and watching the children play in the sprinklers. I miss being close enough to family to decide on a whim for a weekend visit. I miss calling up a girlfriend to meet for a late night coffee and commiseration. I miss Missouri. This dry land will never be my home much as I try. My heart belongs to the midwest and always will. One day, my soul will be unfettered and will be comforted by her generosity again.

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September 07, 2004

Touching that which I cannot see

There are several things that soothe my tired soul: soaking in frightfully hot water, reading, and listening to Chopin; the Ballades specifically. So, tonight I am listening to that which soothes my soul. S'il vous plaît, Monsieur Chopin, jouent le piano pour moi?

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September 05, 2004

Carry Out or Deliverance?

Burt Reynolds once told a story of someone telling him long ago that he looked like a young Marlon Brando. Burt was immensely complimented. At a party some years later, he found himself in the company of the godfather of acting. Burt took the opportunity to tell Mr. Brando of the mentioned likeness. Brando looked at him, stoked on his cigar and told Burt to do something anatomically impossible (think Dick Cheney a few months ago). Burt, deeply disappointed and hurt, never understood Brando's personal dislike of him. A few years later, Burt was set to be cast as Sonny Corleone in The Godfather, but Marlon vetoed that casting and it went to James Caan. Too bad that Brando was so full of himself that he couldn't give a young up-and-coming a hand. Recognition of talent in someone other than himself was something that Brando severely lacked.

The film and television genre that he found himself acting in most consistently was comedy. His comedic side never appealed to me, and honestly, I haven't found Burt to be a significantly talented actor. That was before viewing Deliverance. This film is most popularly known for the dualing banjos and a certain sickening scene involving a younger slimmer Ned Beatty and Bill McKinnley. I think the range and seriousness of Burt Reynolds' acting ability was overlooked due to the power of said scene and Jon Voight's taking over of the lead later in the film.

I walk away with a new found respect for Burt Reynolds' depth of capacity in his acting. Not knowing the ins-and-outs of how or why he was boxed into silly films (remember, it's not what you know, but who you know, especially in Hollywood), he has moved into the room I reserve for truly talented actors and I will forever wonder the impact of Brando's conceited dismissal of a young Reynolds.

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September 02, 2004


Congratulations to Major Dave Bellon on being promoted to Lieutenant Colonel!

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Give the man a wrench!

O.K. so the music is a little like a Polish-American party, but, I loved this post.

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Jail House Rock

Via Zombyboy, you have to read this. I am a new fan, Shawn, and have found a new knight to add to the table.

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September 01, 2004

It's the Age I Tell You

While having my daily with Kris, I all of a sudden remembered that today was September 1. The day I was to report for jury duty at 8 a.m.? It was now 12:35 p.m.?

Kris and I have this policy of "no questions asked" when one of us says "I have to go now." We simply hang-up and wait for the explanation knowing it will come. After throwing the phone to the counter, I frantically dug through the bills, magazines, and other paper products looking for the simple little letter telling me what I needed to do. Finding nothing (but making a rather untidy new set of piles on the floor), I decided to call the county courthouse. The assistant who answered the phone laughed as she transferred the call to the jury woman (forgive my ignorance of her proper title). Lauri was nice and calm. Just what I needed as I realized that with my new hair color (see the very bottom of the sidebar), orange is not very complimentary and the fine would definitely put a damper on my spa weekend plans with Eddie(a female and my college roommate one of my best friends).

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Vice Commander-in-Chief

One of the things I have appreciated and respected about Dick Cheney is that he is actually fulfilling the role of a VP. He didn't just fill a PR/traditional role that it seems most have been relegated to in the past.

He advises and counsels but doesn't seek to upstage. I think him knowledgeable, capable, principled, forthright, and perfect as W.'s running mate.

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Give 'Em Zell!

Oh. My. Goodness!

Zell Miller was incredible! What a pep rally! We were clapping and whooping and hollering!

A few of my favorite snippets:

"My family is more important than my party."

"Nothing makes this Marine madder than calling American troops occupiers instead of liberators. "

American troops aren't liberators? "Tell that to the half of Europe that is free because Roosevelt sent American troops."

"American troops are liberators abroad and defenders of freedom at home."

After listing all the ways that Kerry had voted against proper armament of our forces, he followed with this:
"U.S. Forces armed with what? Spitballs?!"

The camera did a zoom on Rudy Giuliani standing, grinning, and clapping right next to former President George H.W. Bush, who was by the way, laughing and shaking his head obviously loving every minute of Zell Miller's invigorating speech.

"Twenty years of votes can tell you a lot more than twenty weeks of campaigning."

"Campaign rhetoric tells people who you want them to think you are. Voting Records show more about what you believe deep down."

About George W. Bush:

"He's the same man Saturday night that he is on Sunday mornings."

"[He's] Not a slick talker, but a straight shooter."

"He has a spine of tempered steel."

"I have knocked on this man's soul and found someone home."

How motivating! How insightful and a lovely way to close, with obvious respect and conviction for the leadership of President Bush.

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