Punished with a...what?

I was up late watching Glenn Beck, and I watched a clip that I had seen before more than a year ago, but seeing it again just made my blood boil. In it, Obama is speaking to a group and, of course without the teleprompter to help him, says one of the dumbest things I think I have ever heard from a politician.



I can't even believe that anyone who expects to represent us as a nation would have beliefs such as this. I hope his children have something to say about it when they get older, since he believes that they may have been a "punishment." I cannot imagine life without my three little ones, and I have to believe that many of you, whether you like this president or not, feel the same way. How can I trust someone to lead our nation when he speaks so frivolously of human life. If all punishment were like these three, I think I'd like to have little bit more of it.

It's a bird! It's a plane! No...it's Super-Obama to the rescue!

Hallelujah! Our economy is saved. We are on the road to recovery according to our illustrious and all-powerful president. The story released today by completely unbiased (cough, cough) msnbc.com quotes the president that our nation is well on its way to economic recovery. The president says, "that the economy had stabilized and was beginning a slow recovery, telling NBC News in an exclusive interview that it was now his job to 'make sure that ordinary people have some relief.'"

I am so thankful to have been told that we're all okay by the president. From everything I have seen we were still in a deep rut of recession, and by all normal logic spending more money that the nation doesn't have or plan to make anytime soon sends us directly into a depression. But, the president has spoken, and as it has been spoken so shall it be done. (Insert your own magical noise here - suggestions include the tinkling when Samantha twitches her nose, or the Alacazam! by the Genie.)

I'm just saddened that my children don't have any voice in the matter and their futures are being flushed down the drain by the "leadership" of this country. We have talked for so many years about individuals starting out in a disadvantaged situation, and now every child is equal...that is to say that every single American will start out disadvantaged and have to fight their way up just to get to even footing. That just makes my job a little harder, to set up a good enough life for them before the country changes too much and it's no longer possible, and to fight all along the way for myself and for them to prevent those changes from happening. I'm just thankful that we can all do this together.

What are they getting into this time?

I'm sure everyone's kids can do crazy things, but we usually see the best side of families out in public and all of the craziness typically goes on within the confines of the home. Sometimes, however, my children just baffle me. I suppose I can understand when they do something ridiculous if it can hold any kind of logic, like burning ants with a magnifying glass or climbing on top of the entertainment center to jump off onto the sofa, but some things just defy logic, even in the mind of a child.

Take today for instance. We had small holes in the walls of both the kids' bedrooms from the doors opening too hard, and I hadn't previously had a chance to run to the store for plaster to fix them. The unfortunate thing is that they happen to be at the same spot in both rooms so that there's a nice little peep hole to look from one room to the other. Well, somehow they decided it would be fun to put a blanket through the hole and play tug-of-war, and now instead of two small holes we have two gaping crevices that can almost fit their heads...which, in fact, they tried today with the Nisha's head. Thankfully it didn't quite fit.

The youngest, Nisha, also thought it would be fun to pour liquid laundry detergent all over one of their giant teddy bears. You know, one of those that's too big to fit inside of the washing machine, so we're going to have to figure out some other way to clean it. Maybe it'll rain again soon and we'll just put it outside. It's not in the forecast, but if I wash my car it'll be bound to happen. Maybe we'll wash both cars just to be safe. Well, if we wash the cars at a car wash then maybe I can just use the power washer to wash the bear. I'll figure out something.

Then the two girls though it would be funny to stuff another smaller teddy bear in the training toilet. Thankfully they haven't used it in a few months, but being a germaphobe I can't stand even the thought of it.

And to top it off, Nisha has some odd obsession with the toilet. She loves playing with toilet paper, and is singly responsible for clogging the toilets numerous times with all sorts of various non-flushable items. Today she seemed to think it would be interesting to use a cup to get water out of the toilet and dump it on the floor in her bedroom. My germaphobia was in overload over that one, and I can still feel the germs on my feet from walking through the toilet water-soaked carpeting at the entrance of her room.

I was a rambunctious young child, but I can't ever remember doing such outrageously destructive things. I hope they grow out of it soon, or it'll be less expensive to bulldoze the house and build anew rather than repair this one. I'll be happy if they can at least hold off for another year or so until we move into a bigger house with a new canvass for their motley ways.

Nevertheless, I love them and love every second I get to spend with them, even if they are making my hair grow prematurely gray. It's good that we can look back on days like today and still love our kids more than ever. I have to remember that I'm much more fortunate than most dads as I get to spend all day with them because of our business, and I'm thankfully often reminded how lucky our family is.