A Brother Abroad

I just finished watching "Taking Chance", the HBO film I posted about a few weeks ago (the trailer appears below), and to say that I'm emotional would be an understatement.

It was tough to get through, it was tough to digest, and now it's tough to get away from.

Having said that, I do think it is something that everyone should see.

Since the war in Iraq began, the casualty count has grown as our sensitivity to that number has waned. As with every day in a year, every man and woman's life cannot be truly be valued unless it is counted.

This movie counts one.

Please, please, please watch it if you can.

This is Day 39.

Go Girl?

I came across the following "product" designed for women on the go when they, quite literally, need to go. I was alarmed, curious, and then definitely bothered.

Never.

I mean, I HATE public restrooms to the point where I'll risk a bladder infection before entertaining certain public facilities, and that is a quality I inherited directly from my mother who has made it a personal mission to know every tolerable restroom in the greater DC area (Nordstrom is always a good choice).

Given that, this may be a more sanitary option....but just no.

No way.

Never.

To save my children....yes.

But everything else.....no, no, no.

Soul Lifter of the Day

Admittedly, this one made me well up a bit....

Click HERE for the story.

Quote of the Day

"Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own." -Aristotle

A Brother Abroad Meets Picture of the Day

Mike, The Maid, and Paul....already in uniform.

This is Day 38.

A Brother Abroad

A moment of prayer.....


This is Day 37.

The Mommy Soundtrack

I thought of a new song to add to the Mommy meltdown soundtrack (joining "One Moment in Time", and "Let it Be").

"What's Going On?" by Marvin Gaye.

It came to me this morning when a naked Joseph almost made it into the garage and out into the free air (his mission in life). Now, I won't even bother to explain how such a thing could even potentially transpire (blame rests on the elder sibling and a mother who cannot properly pin down a 19 month old during diaper changes), but I suddenly found myself singing as I wrestled a wriggling, nude toddler before he made it to driveway:

"Mother, mother, there's too many of you cryin'.....Brother, brother. brother there's too many of you whining.....we've got to find a way.....to find some lovin' here todayyyeeeeeee."


I realize I tweeked the lyrics, but it worked like a charm.

Three songs down, 9+ to go....