Mr. Redoubt's fury

Check out this latest picture of the Mt. Redoubt volcano from the Anchorage Daily News. It's of lightning strikes during a nighttime eruption. Look likes hell to me. It's playing hell with Alaska Airlines flights which may end up canceling my daughter's return trip from Spring Break. 

Our hull is pressed deep

This guy was amazing. Do Brits just sound more intelligent because of that cute accent?

Could this guy just have Obama's ear for 3 minutes?

Oh so sleepy

Ugh. I'm so tired all the time. Getting up at 5:45 to get my kid to track practice, then working all day and then sometimes working a second job at night and all weekend. This schedule will be lasting for the next two months. I'm not sure....

Selling myself

Well, today I had an interview for a new job. Oh, the interview. Trying to sell yourself without looking desperate. Brain freezes to weird questions (how are people suppose to answer some of these questions?). But it went well. I had on my charming, friendly self. When all was said and done I don't think it's the job for me, and really, I don't think the interveiwer thought so either. But she did recognize that I might be more suited for a different job within the office which wasn't offered yet but she anticipated would be coming available. And she was right, I would rather have that job. But we'll see. It's all a process trying to figure out what I want to do and why, what would be better for the family, whether I even should be doing what I'm doing. What to be when I grow up. Oh wait, I am. Hmm.

912

I'm excited I found a new movement on the web - and it was started by Glen Beck, my new favorite conservative genius. Here it is: www.The912Project.com. And check out the video "Count the Promises Broken" on the site. Unbelievable why we're still listening to this guy.

The things we resort to

Ahhh, vacation. What is it about that break from reality that restores us? Even though I've tired myself out completely over the last two days hoofin' it around Disneyland, I still feel relaxed and rested as I sit here sipping my starbucks and looking over the LA Times (and I'm not even ashamed at purchasing a starbucks product - hey a girl gots to get her espresso fix). I love the mental break I guess, not thinking about tomorrow's job or grocery list or what homework my kid isn't finishing. Everyday life just gets soooo boring in it's, well, everyday routine. And I guess that's just life as they say, but a refreshing change of climate and routine are just what the soul requires every now and then. My spirit is thankful beyond measure for this window of rest.

Reflections on Fifty

Today I find myself not only 2300 miles from home but also a year older. I took my 14 year old son and took off for Disneyland to celebrate my 50th birthday. I was born and raised in California and spent many a family vacation at the "happiest place on earth" which, considering my family, they probably weren't that happy.  Fortunately time has mellowed my perception and I wanted to go back for my Big Day. All and all, it was fun reliving memories and introducing my son to some new ones (I could hardly believe we had never taken him to the park before). Though he had fun experiencing it all, seeing Disney through his cynical teenage eyes was interesting. Like he wondered why people with infants and toddlers would ever waste their money on it. I mean it's a ton of money to get in and what a hassle wheeling those strollers everywhere and no those kids won't remember any of it. And those dark and scary rides like Haunted Mansion (hey you get to take a "demon" home with you) and Pirates of the Carribean (what's more fun watch drunk outlaws pillaging a village?) are interesting. And by the end of the "it's a small world" ride he wanted to kill someone. Yeah, I'm not really down with the whole one, happy world crap anymore either. But maybe that's a 50-year-old's perspective.