Gems from my mother

Mom emailed me:


"I don't know who is watching the Kagan Supreme Court hearings, but here is a priceless story that a friend sent me. Enjoy.

"At Kagan's hearing, Lindsey Graham prefaced a question about Miranda rights for the Detroit Xmas Day bomber with "Where were you on Christmas Day?" Kagan looked startled and then said, "I suppose like all Jews I was at a Chinese restaurant."  Graham scrambled to recover, having forgotten whom he was talking to when he raised the question."

{{HUGS}}

Mom"

The latest news about Elena Kagan's Supreme Court nomination.

Chinese food and a movie is my favorite way to spend Christmas Day, too. Mom likes to bake a chocolate cake for Jesus's birthday. Our family's most popular theological debate is over whether Jesus would have preferred chocolate or some other type of birthday cake. Other popular contenders include, strawberry, carrot, orange and honey nut. The decades long debate rages on...

"The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness." - Andre Malraux

BP's Pride Has Brought about Their Fall from Grace

I'm not surprised that BP isn't in Jackson, MS today at the MS House of Representatives House Special Committee's hearing on the oil spill in The Gulf. Early on the bigwigs over at BP decided to listen to a bunch of lawyers advocating the company CYA (Cover Your Mule) rather than listen to their Customer Service Dept who would have advocated immediate acceptance of responsibility and proactive information releasing.


Anyone who's ever been in a long term relationship knows that when you mess up big time with your significant other the route that will get you the lightest punishment is to tell them the worst up front and accept full responsibility for it, then as news gets better your S.O. will be more relieved and less upset with you. 


The other way to handle it is to go the BP route and I'm sure most people know how that one goes. When you first know there's a problem you try to handle before the other person ever finds out about it but the problem keeps growing. So you decide to gently break it to them, you tell them there's a little hiccup but you're on it and that there's no reason to worry. But the problem says, "Oh no, you don't get away that easy. You can't stop me now!" As the problem refuses to go away and instead keeps growing, you just tell lie after lie, half truth after half truth until finally BOOM! Everyone's covered in B.S. and pointing the finger squarely at you because you kept saying everything was under control until the very end.


If only the execs at BP had re-watched The Sorcerer's Apprentice from Disney's Fantasia, today would be different. 49 days later we wouldn't be marveling at BP's lies and subterfuge instead, we would all be focused on mitigating this horrible disaster.

My very own slice of Europe

Have you ever seen those tiny old European ladies who shuffle every where and mutter to themselves while they bring you food that they're inisisting on feed you? That is exactly what Smallorder looked like as she shuffle-plodded over to bring me a still crispy plate of french toast. So I said, "Good morning, Maman!" "Mmmmormmm..." is roughly what she muttered as she shuffle-plodded away back to the kitchen where she prefers to eat her breakfast alone with Jon Stewart or Frasier.

Huggies® Jeans Diapers Hit the Streets...For me to POOP on!

Have you seen this new Huggies diaper commercial? It's for their "limited edition" diaper with a jean print. In truth I think it's a cute commercial unless you listen to the lyrics. Here's a convenient transcript for you. (Cause I love you so much ;)

My diaper is full

Full of chic

When it's a number two

I look like number one

I pooh

in blue

The guy sounds like Triumph, The Insult Comic Dog. I kept waiting for him to say, "For me to POOP on!"

The world is quiet here

When we grab you by the ankles
Where our mark is to be made
You’ll soon be doing noble work
Although you won’t be paid
When we drive away in secret
You’ll be a volunteer
So don’t scream where we take you;
The world is quiet here.


The Volunteer Fire Dept's slogan/poem From A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket