Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Oh Blah Blah...

After doing my best to stomach Oblahblah's rant last night I felt it only appropriate to remind all of you Obama worshipers just what you signed on for. It's sad that even the Brit's can see what we're in for, yet all the mindless, spineless, passionless drones will willing follow this sunbstanceless man until he has done so much damage that there will be no way to undo it. At that point saying "I told you so" will ring hollow and bring no satisfaction. I love my country. It sickens me to know what lies ahead, for myself and my husband, my children and my grandchildren. What incentives will they have to work hard, when there will no longer be reward, or the opportunity to improve their lives? I fear for what will become of this country I love so much.

What Obama's victory really is:

A victory for the hysterical Oprah Winfrey, the mad racist preacher Jeremiah Wright, the mainstream media who abandoned any sense of objectivity long ago, Europeans and Canadians who despise America largely because they depend on her, comics who claim to be dangerous and fearless but would not dare attack genuinely powerful special interest groups.

A victory for Obama-worshippers everywhere.
A victory for the cult of the cult. A man who has done little with his life but has written about his achievements as if he had found the cure for cancer in between winning a marathon and building a nuclear reactor with his teeth. Victory for style over substance, hyperbole over history, rabble-raising over reality. A victory for Hollywood, the most dysfunctional community in the world. Victory for Streisand, Spielberg, Soros and Sarandon. Victory for those who prefer welfare to will and interference to independence. For those who settle for group think and herd mentality rather than those who fight for individual initiative and the right to be out of step with meager political fashion. Victory for a man who is no friend of freedom.

He and his people have already stated that media has to be controlled so as to be balanced, without realizing the extraordinary irony within that statement. Like most liberal zealots, the Obama worshippers constantly speak of Fox and Limbaugh, when the vast bulk of television stations and newspapers are drastically liberal and anti-conservative.

Senior Democrat Chuck Schumer said that just as pornography should be censored, so should talk radio. In other words, one of the few free and open means of popular expression may well be cornered and beaten by bullies who even in triumph cannot tolerate any criticism and opposition. A victory for those who believe the state is better qualified to raise children than the family, for those who prefer teachers' unions to teaching and for those who are naively convinced that if the West is sufficiently weak towards its enemies, war and terror will dissolve as quickly as the tears on the face of a leftist celebrity. A victory for social democracy even after most of Europe and Canada has come to the painful conclusion that social democracy leads to mediocrity, failure, unemployment, inflation, higher taxes and economic stagnation. A victory for intrusive lawyers, banal sentimentalists, social extremists and urban snobs.

Congratulations America!

Monday, February 16, 2009

Happy Hearts

We had a wonderful Valentines Day. My girlfriend Summer and I hit the spa while the boys spent the morning golfing. There is nothing better than a day at the spa, followed by dinner with an amazingly charming, slightly sun-burned, yet extremely sexy man. Not to mention great company and good food.

Rick and Summer Ashton

Me and my hot date

Summer and I outside The Yard House... I love that girl!

Even my kids embraced the Valentines spirit by snuggling up together.
(Levi and Kalysta were with their mom)
I am so lucky to have a husband who just gets me. He truly makes my heart happy.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

DIY Network

James loves the DIY (Do It Yourself) Network. It seemed that every time we climbed into bed at night he would turn on DIY. Which was fine with put me right to sleep. As most know I'm not a do-it-yourselfer. I'm more of a James however really enjoys building things himself, as I have come to learn. One Sunday while sitting in sacrament meeting James hands me a piece of paper with a sketch of what he would like to do in his office, to which I say, "looks good hon", thinking this would be done sometime in the future.

Fast forward 2 weeks. My little brothers come for a visit. I'm upstairs when I hear what sounds like a chainsaw turn on downstairs. I get downstairs and find my brother John cutting a hole in my wall. When I ask James what he's doing he said, "Remember, we talked about this. I'm building my cabinets." Apparently he figured that showing me a drawing while I was barely paying attention (remember..4 kids and sacrament meeting) qualifies as a discussion. I guess when he told John and Bud what his plans were they said lets do it. I'll give it to men, they're certainly not indecisive. So basically I worried about the gaping hole in the wall that led to my garage. I envisioned spiders and all other creepy crawlies that would soon invade my home. BUT James finished his project, as promised, in record time. Not only that, it looks amazing. So I now have a list of projects that I fully expect the same amount of commitment to.

This is what I found when I got downstairs.

Apparently it's still "FUN" to punch a hole in the wall.

No one ever gets tired of seeing the MAN POSE.

Somehow the words "I Told You So" comes to mind.

Halfway done. At this point I had decided in the future I would let him do any project he wanted.

Finished. I think it turned out beautifully. Especially the screen saver with
"James Simmons".

Thanks to my handy husband, thanks to my little brothers and thanks to DIY Network. Oh and here is my absolute favorite picture. It proves my point that boys never really mature passed the age of 16.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

The Original Prince Charming

"One Day I Will Find My Prince Charming, But My Daddy Will Always Be My King." I saw this quote once and have to say that that pretty much sums up the way daughters feel about their dad's. I know that there is something so unique about the relationship between fathers and daughters. "Daddy" is a word that will instantly recall many different things. It's cold pizza for breakfast, or the occasional brownie. Building snow forts, card board box forts and tree forts. It's a strong hand placed firmly on the back of your bike with just enough force not to let you fall while slowly letting go as you learn your first form of independence. It's bear hugs and tickle torture. It's loving you enough to let you fall and being there to dust you off and put you back on your feet. It's kisses when you cry and a calming voice when you are anxious. It is never giving up faith in you. But mostly Daddy reminds us of powerful and unconditional love.

Last night was the "Daddy/Daughter" dance at the girls school. It was so sweet to see my two little girls so excited to get dressed up and go "out" with their dad's. Chris was able to fly in for the night just to take Brooklyn to the dance. It meant so much to her. They had a fantastic time and danced the night away. I am so grateful to James and Chris who are and always will be "Kings" in the eyes of their little girls.