No Butt-Prints on the Couch, and other Random

Everyone is talking all about the NSA snooping operation.   It's terrible, it's horrible, it's awful!  Except...I remember twelve years ago, when The Patriot Act was first brought up, and the people who raised some alarm bells were shouted down, because it was all to protect us from the terrorists.  The law passed, and twelve years later, some idiot who should have never been allowed access to any data(seriously--don't they do some sort of psychological evaluation on these people before they let them into the secret room?) carries off a laptop to Hong Kong and the whole country is up in arms.  This Snowden character isn't a hero; he's a terrorist.  He performed an action designed to terrorize a country in order to get whatever it is he wants.  We elect our government for the express purpose of making decisions for us, and it wasn't that guy's job to reveal those secrets, as far as I'm concerned. He needs to just shut up and quit going on and on about the government trying to kill him.  The government has better things to do.  I have nothing to hide, and if the NSA wants to be bored to tears, they are welcome to read my texts, emails, and listen in on my phone calls.  Nothing to see there!

Our family has been parked in front of the television for every single NBA Finals game.  Larry assigned us places, because we were in those spots the first time the Spurs won, and what if THAT was the reason they won?  Zane jokingly said that he was going to root for the Heat, and Larry told Zane that if he did that, he was sleeping out in the backyard.  The man is that serious about his Spurs!  Sunday night I was hollering just as loud as he was for Manu Ginobili.  I don't know why I like him, but I sure love it when he gets going.  He's very energetic, so it's likely that I'm just envious.  I used to get envious of their muscles and low body fat, but then I realized that being in shape is part of their job.  They have to work out like that, or they don't play as well, and then they don't play at all. Once I looked at the situation from that angle, I didn't envy those biceps so much.  Plus, I think that I'd look pretty silly with Tony Parker's biceps. 

The other day, Zane told us that we are not allowed to leave butt-prints on the couch.  I just stared at him.  Where the heck did he get that from?  It's going to bother me until I figure it out.  Larry and I can generally trace the comments that Zane makes back to a specific show or a game or a movie, but we are currently stumped.  It's times like this that I wish I could do that Vulcan Mind Meld thing with my son, so I could just pull out that information.  I hate waiting. 

I've been a reading fool lately. I get into these grooves, and I just read everything in sight, one right after the other.  I've read the latest John Sandford book, and I've read a ton of Amanda Quick, and I've been making my way through a book called Badass: Ultimate Deathmatch.  That last book is about some of history's greatest duels, battles, etc. Not what you'd expect me to read, but it's history, and I loves me some history!   Today the latest Neil Gaiman book comes out, and I'm looking forward to reading that, too. 

Only THREE more days of work and then I am FREE for the summer!  I sort of feel like a kid during the last week of school--I can barely sit still!  Do you remember how you felt when you were a kid, anxiously waiting for that last bell to ring so you could run home and begin the summer?  It's like that.  I have all sorts of plans for us, including a trip to...SeaWorld.  Zane wants to meet Shamu, and I can't wait for him to see the Sharks!  I'd like to go to a Great Wolf Lodge, but those rooms are crazy--expensive.  300$ a night for a room with children is too much--we could spend almost a week on the beach for that.  So I'm waiting for a more reasonable price, like 150$.  Seriously--$300+ for a room, not including the 42 extra charges and taxes they add on.  For that much, I want an in-room masseuse, a free steak dinner, and a cabana boy at my side with a palm fan, just in case I get sweaty.

I was a Bad Mom yesterday.  I came home after working ten hours, and I decided that I didn't need to go to soccer practice with Larry and Zane.  Larry is perfectly capable of taking care of our child, after all, and I wanted to just veg.  Besides, I've discussed how the other soccer moms treat me.  After a long day of work, who needs that?  I get enough poor treatment during my day, thank you!  Zane has his very first soccer tournament this weekend, and I hope that he does well. 


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