Friday, December 14, 2012

WTF is wrong with people?

“Making the decision to have a child - it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ” ― Elizabeth Stone

Never is this more true than when news breaks of a shooting at an elementary school.  We can't take our kids to a movie or a shopping mall, or send them off to high school, but one would think an elementary school would be safe for our children.  

No details have emerged yet, just that there was a shooting and that there is possibly a child fatality.

Simultaneous emotions of relief that it's not Batman's school, fear for those parents, tears for the children.  

This is NOT RIGHT.  Not right at all.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

I will never accuse her of being my favorite Bond girl (she's not) - or even a great actress (she's not) - but I think Denise Richards is one stand up classy lady.  You haters will say what you will about her breaking up Heather Locklear's marriage to Richie Sambora (you know you were thinking it), but very few people would take in their ex-husband's twins while their mom is in rehab, especially a single mother of three.  Yes, I'm sure there is help to be hired, child support to receive, etc, but that's still one big hearted gesture.

Today's margarita goes to Denise Richards:

Denise Richard Brooke Mueller

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Jango Fett must die!

Mace Windu is a badass, and not just because he is played by Samuel L. Jackson. More importantly, Windu killed Jango Fett.  I wish I could kill Jango Fett - not the intergalactic bounty hunter, but the stupid fucking elf that I have to move every single freakin' night.


I hate that damn thing.  My kids named him two years ago as Batman was just discovering Star Wars.  Jango Fett Elf?  Really?  I get that he's evil, but I would have named him Darth Sideous or something more fitting.

Mark my words, he will strangle us all in his sleep.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Little busy, what with carrying two houses and all.  But here's something that made my work day:

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

I'm not behind this...or am I?

China party's newspaper falls for Onion joke about Kim

 IMAGE: North Korean leader Kim Jong Un, accompanied by his wife Ri Sol Ju, waves to the crowd  in Pyongyang, North Korea.
Fooled into believing the satirical Onion's tribute to Kim Jong Un as the "Sexiest Man Alive for 2012," the People's Daily online site ran a 55-page spread on the North Korean leader.
BEIJING — The online version of China's Communist Party newspaper has hailed a report by The Onion naming North Korean dictator Kim Jong Un as the "Sexiest Man Alive" — not realizing it is satire.
The People's Daily on Tuesday ran a 55-page photo spread on its website in a tribute to the round-faced leader, under the headline "North Korea's top leader named The Onion's Sexiest Man Alive for 2012."
Quoting the Onion's spoof report, the Chinese newspaper wrote, "''With his devastatingly handsome, round face, his boyish charm, and his strong, sturdy frame, this Pyongyang-bred heartthrob is every woman's dream come true."
"Blessed with an air of power that masks an unmistakable cute, cuddly side, Kim made this newspaper's editorial board swoon with his impeccable fashion sense, chic short hairstyle, and, of course, that famous smile," the People's Daily cited The Onion as saying.
The photos the People's Daily selected include Kim on horseback squinting into the light and Kim waving toward a military parade. In other photos, he is wearing sunglasses and smiling, or touring a facility with his wife.
People's Daily could not immediately be reached for comment. A man who answered the phone at the newspaper's duty office said he did not know anything about the report and requested queries be directed to their newsroom on Wednesday morning.
It is not the first time a state-run Chinese newspaper has fallen for a fictional report by The Onion.
In 2002, the Beijing Evening News, one of the capital city's biggest tabloids at the time, published as news the fictional account that the U.S. Congress wanted a new building and that it might leave Washington. The Onion article was a deadpan spoof of the way sports teams threaten to leave cities in order to get new stadiums.

Troubling Times in the Kingdom

Things are coming together.  Not clicking, per se, or coming together like a zipper would, more like I am hammering a square peg into a round hole and holding it there with super glue.  Nothing has been easy.  I hate to say that, because I'm sure this is preferable to, say, cancer.  OR worse, the kids having cancer.  My little trials and tribulations are things that most people would be grateful to deal with instead of disease, hunger, poverty, dirty I feel bad whining about them, yet I still do.

I've taken the past two months off the blog because something had to give.  Birthdaypalooza on top of selling the Batcave and hunting for Wayne Manor, preparing for Halloween, saying goodbye to dear friends, and trying not to kill the kids or let them kill themselves or each other pushed us over the edge.  The Spouse and I are walking a very fine line of nerves, patience, and finances.  Also, there was some litigation and I didn't want to blog about it in case it was held against me in a court of law.

So, in bullets, here is what has happened since last we met:

  • Birthdaypalooza: We are now 4, 7, and 40.  I'm not saying who is which age.  The Spouse is not included in this roll call, because his birthday falls outside the scope of Birthdaypalooza.
  • We sold the Batcave.  Finally.  After a crazy set of motherjokers messed with our electrical panel, disconnected our a/c, and tried to make us admit to a leak that DOES NOT EXIST, I vowed to live in the Batcave forever before I would sell it at the insultingly low offer they made.  We have a (seemingly) nice couple lined up to buy it.  We close on Friday.
  • We bought Wayne Manor.  We had made an offer on a house, was told it was accepted, papers were signed, and 12 hours later we were told the sellers accepted another offer.  What the huh?  Hence, litigation.  It's over and done and we did not get that house.  In the end, it didn't appraise and they sold it for less than our offer.  So suck on that, motherjokers!
  • We got a tip that an elderly couple was getting their house ready to sell.  I knocked on the door to start a conversation and 24 hours later the deal was signed and sealed.  We close on Friday.  It would seem that Wayne Manor might have starred in That 70's House in a previous life.  It's all green shag carpet, metallic wallpaper (coming back in style!), and dark wood faux paneling.  It will be a lot of work and probably deserves its own blog, but who has the time?  
  • The Spouse broke a tooth.  On the way to the dentist, he left his car in gear as he briefly got out, resulting in a four car accident in which there was no driver.  And he had to have his tooth pulled. It was a bad day/week for all.
  • Our credit card number was hijacked and account frozen.  Great. Since we have to use it to pay the balance on the new carpet install on Friday and movers on Saturday and everything else that goes along with a move.  Yea!  Just another thing to deal with.
I'm sure if I thought about it, there would be a lot more, but I don't want to be a Debbie Downer.  We are getting a great house in a wonderful neighborhood near Batman's school.  It needs some TLC.  Carpet.  Paint.  Grounded Wiring.  A new deck.  Nothing money won't fix.  It's a good thing money is so easy to get.  Right?  RIGHT?!?

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

In case anyone was wondering...

ou are Cowgirl Madonna
Cowgirl Madonna
Mid-80's Madonna
Cause-Celeb Madonna
Disco Madonna
Movie-Star Madonna
Blonde Ambition Madonna
80's Madonna
Veronica Electronica
Political Madonna
Rocker Madonna
Throw on a plaid shirt, chaps and a cowboy hat! You know what it Feels like for a Girl and are brave enough to try anything, even a mechanical bull. You enjoy a good country two-step with a modern twist because Music makes the people come together!

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Today's look

I wish it were more Banana Republic career, but it looks very LL Bean mom.

So THAT'S what's wrong with me...


Giving a whole new meaning to "pregnancy brain," a new study shows that male DNA – likely left over from pregnancy with a male fetus – can persist in a woman's brain throughout her life, according to a new mouse study. Science, 9/26. 

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Fashion Fail

This morning was a rush to get the Batcave ready for a would-be buyer to take a second look at it, get myself and Robin dressed, drop Robin at preschool, and get Sally and Leo to doggie daycamp.  Somewhere in there, my outfit for the day fell apart.

My pants are too short.  They are about eight years old and I have to doubt that they were ever long enough, but I'm 6' and it's impossible to find suit pants that are long enough.  That is why I secretly replaced all of my black suit pants with Gap Premium Black pants.  Except this suit is heather gray and really needs to be donated.  But I needed light gray pants, not a dark charcoal gray, and therefore am wearing pants that are too short.

Also, I have to question the wisdom of wearing black knowing that the dogs needed to be walked, transported and delivered to DD.  Dumb, dumb, dumb.  I'm covered in slobber and fur and had to pick up two ginormous monster shits.

On the bright side, it's Thursday.  TV is back!  Son of a bitch, it's only Wednesday!

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Let's Go Nats!

Because I am a good wife and mother, I bought post-season tickets to the Nationals for The Spouse and Batman.  Robin and I will find something else to do, something that doesn't require me to spend $70 just to walk him around and feed him pretzels.

mmm, pretzels....

Tuesday, September 11, 2012


I'm not loving today.  It's a Tuesday.  The weather is too perfect.  I can feel fall in the air.  The sky is too blue.  It's too much like 9/11.  I wore a new suit on that day and could never bring myself to wear it again.  It's still hanging in my closet - though, it's a different closet than the one I had 11 years ago.

It took me three hours to get to work today.  THREE HOURS!!  POTUS was at the Pentagon and a bunch of the roads were closed off.  Did they bother to say he would be there so that people could take alternate routes?  Um, no.  In the interest of national security and all that. 

I'm crabby.

Monday, September 10, 2012


Whatever you do: Do NOT listen to Taylor Swift's "Ronan" without a full box of kleenex.  And NOT while you are driving.

That is all.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Gotta Go Back, Back, Back to School again...

As loyal fans will recall, Batman came home from his first day of kindergarten with a shiner.  

Today, on the first day of first grade, the new after school provider called to say she couldn't find Batman.  Great.  Nothing like a phone call about one's missing kid when one is 15 miles (or one hour - traffic, natch) away.  It felt like a Sally Field movie.

I described what Batman was wearing and prayed it was a case of them not recognizing each other.  A phone call a few minutes later let me know he had been located.

Phew.  I'll go have my heart attack now.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Cindernella, That's My Name!

When I was a kid (this was before we moved into the new house, so I must have been about four) I had the best Cinderella book with a read-a-long record.  It was the best thing ever because I quickly learned to sing the song and insert my name into the song - especially when asked to do chores around the house.  This continued well into my high school years.  Now, as an adult, I still sing it either in my head or aloud to the family.  They hate this song.

If you would like to hear it set to music, the MP3 can be located here.

Lyrics to "Work Work Work"

Work, work, work, I try not to complain
Washing, mending, stretching bending,
Every day's the same.

Work, work, work, I try not to complain
Sweeping, dusting, cooking, scrubbing...
Why, it's changed my name!

Once, I was just little Ella,
That's how I began
Now, I am a Cinder Ella
Always in my cinder place with ashes on my hands and face, I am!

Work, work, work, I try not to complain
Washing, mending, stretching bending,
Every day's the same.

Work, work, work, I try not to complain
Sweeping, dusting, cooking, scrubbing...
Why, it's changed my name!

It's "Cinderella" that, and "Cinderella" this
and "Cinderella, hurry and get to it!"
Why, the way they worry me
They hurry me and scurry me and always try to hurry me to do it!

Work, work, work, I try not to complain
Washing, mending, stretching bending,
Every day's the same.

Work, work, work, I try not to complain
Sweeping, dusting, cooking, scrubbing... (Cinderella!)
That's my name!

Update: There is a YouTube version:

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Just a note of appreciation

Dear Todd Akin -



Liberal Who Hopes the Senate Doesn't Swing to the Right

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

I am not 40. Yet.

I laughed so hard that I am crying, sobbing, at my desk.

Here is the second trailer.

Marty, you might not want to watch.  I don't want to freak you out before it's time.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Dedicated to Dr. Nagy

Dear Orthodontists of America -

No one is a bigger fan of you than I am.  I truly value your contributions to the beautification of our country, second only to the lasting legacy of Lady Bird Johnson.  If there is one thing that America is known for the world over, it is straight healthy smiles - which brings me to our U.S. Olympic Team.

I understand times are tough and the economy isn't what it used to be.  The credit market is tight and it's harder to get a loan for that second vacation home, many of you are paying back college loans, and the ex is demanding alimony.  Still, I think there are plenty of you that could financially take the hit for sponsoring a U.S. athlete.  (Note: Ryan Lochte, a grill does not quality as a brilliant smile, it just means you're a douche representing our country on the world stage.)

It's too late for the 2012 Olympic team, but I beg you to dig deep into your hearts and wallets for the 2014 and 2016 teams.  Just think, adopting an athlete could be your version of adopting a highway.  You could sponsor local track, swim, or gymnastics meets (just brainstorming.)

As purveyors of straight teeth, you owe it to your country to make sure we are seen in our best light.


Dedicated retainer wearer since 1989

Update, 8/8/12 - I just learned that Lolo Jones was, in fact, the beneficiary of some gifted/price reduced orthodontia.  Very cool!  Keep America pretty.  Now, how about helping some kids who aren't world class athletes?

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Because beating a dead horse is funny

To CFA or not CFA? Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

I'm boycotting Chick-Fil-A.

In the interest of full disclosure, I don't like the food and neither do the Superheroes, so perhaps "boycotting" isn't the best term to describe my relationship with CFA. (Which is too bad, because they *are* clean and they do have nice play areas - looking at you, McDs.)  What I have found interesting are the varied reactions on my Facebook page to the news that corporate CFA opposes gay marriage.  I'm glad that I have a variety of friends and family that come does on both sides of this issue, but I find the whole thing a little...dumb.  Yes, I believe that is the word I am looking for.  Dumb. I think it's gotten out of hand.

I consider myself to be a Christian but not the evangelical kind.  More of the live the good life-follow your own path- don't make me come down there kind.  I'm also pretty liberal in my politics and libertarian when it comes to people's personal lives.  I am opposed to the government being in anyone's bedroom because I can't handle the pressure of trying to perform for the likes of the Religious Right.  (Can you imagine?  It would be really uncomfortable.  Ok, now I have to throw up a little bit.)

I support and believe in gay marriage because I think they should have to pay the marriage penalty like everyone else.  And I really want my Gay Husband to find a nice socially connected architect who owns a beach house and will let us borrow it.  (No pressure, honey.)  And the gay wedding industry will kick start the American economy.  And it's really no one's business but their own. And I still can't exactly put my finger on how two men getting married somehow endangers my own marriage.  But I digress.

I think Chick-Fil-A, as a privately held family own company, is entitled to say and support whatever it believes in, though I think it's hypocritical to quote Leviticus in discriminating against gays (18:22 and 20:13), but not to observe Leviticus when it comes to pork on the breakfast menu (11:7-8).  Silly, you say?  Sure, but I'm in violation of holding a grudge (19:18) and not loving my neighbor as I love myself - though I try and that's why I love my gays but some people just irritate the hell out of me.

Anyway, support CFA, don't support CFA.  Doesn't matter to me.  I don't support hate, and I wouldn't patronize a place that thought marriage between two blacks or two Jews was wrong.  But if eating a chicken sandwich makes you feel like you are taking a stand for God and family, do what you need to do.

Wow.  Now I really want some Popeyes.  Aw, crap.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Ch Ch Ch Changes

I'm not sure how I feel about this, so feel I must get my thoughts written down to help me process this transition.

Snoop Dogg has changed his name.  He would now like to be known as Snoop Lion.  According to the article I read, he feels it's time for him to move beyond hip hop into reggae (also, he's the reincarnation of Bob Marley, but I'm going to ignore that for now.)  He promises his reggae will be family friendly, something I can listen to with the children (not that I have ever stopped listening to Snoop in the car.  What?  Gin and Juice is fine.)

Now, I loves me some Snoop and loves me some reggae, so I think I can accept this, as long as two conditions are met:

1) This is a one time only name change.  If this becomes a Puff Daddy, P. Diddy, Diddy, Sean Combs thing, I'm out.

2) When I win the Powerball and buy my gentleman's farm in Virginia horse country, I expect Snoop Dogg to play the housewarming.  A little reggae is ok, but I'm paying for old school hip hop.  Capice?

Monday, July 30, 2012

Rock Chalk...Team USA?

The Spouse is a tv yeller.  Usually, it's directed at the University of Kansas men's basketball team, but he's been known to yell at the Chiefs (I married down) and the World Series (doesn't matter who is playing).  I grew up with a father who is a tv yeller.  His father, my grandpa, was a YELLER.  The two of them together, with or without my uncle, was a stereophonic fest of "What the hell was that?!?  It was a FOUL!"  My mom never really understood this side of my dad or his family, but I've been around it all my life and am often known to talk back to the tv myself.

So last night, when I heard yelling coming from the basement, it wasn't a shock.  The dogs were at my feet, so I knew they weren't in trouble.  I sneaked downstairs to see what the fuss was about.  The Spouse was yelling at the U.S. women's gymnastics team to STAY IN BOUNDS on the floor exercise.  STAY. IN. BOUNDS!  One after the other.  Very adorable, in a loud, weird, sports obsessive kind of way.  For the record, he was also yelling at the men's swim relay.  But that's not as funny as him yelling at gymnasts.

Also, I would like to be on the record as saying that Jordyn Weiber should have been allowed to cry without a camera crew in her face.  And this year's Olympic all around qualifying rule is really really dumb.  The Spouse agrees, or at least he yelled as much at the tv.

Finally, if you haven't seen this, it's hysterical.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Sadly, I270 is NOT on my commute

Budweiser Truck Spills 77,000 Pounds of Beer Onto Highway

Budweiser BeerAn 18-wheeler truck overturned in Maryland yesterday and in the process committed what is possibly the world's largest-ever party foul.

According to The Huffington Post, a truck overturned on interstate 270 and spilled hundreds of cases of beer, 77,000 pounds of Budweiser to be exact. Maryland state police explained the cause of the accident, saying that the truck overturned while, "trying to avoid debris on the highway when it rolled over near the Frederick-Montgomery County line around 4 a.m. Thursday."
The scene was chaotic, with hundreds of bright red Budweiser beer cases strewn across the highway and the shoulder. Unfortunately for commuters, the highway was closed during the morning rush while the beer spill was being cleaned, which was explained as an "extensive" process.

There's no word yet on what happened to the hundreds of cases that poured out of the 18-wheeler. Perhaps the cleaning crew got to head home with some souvenirs.

Though, it's probably not a good idea to celebrate my promotion by coming to work sloshed.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Time to head to Costco

USDA predicts that food prices will rise 3 to 4 percent in 2013, up from 2.5 to 3.5 percent this year, in the department's first assessment (pdf) of the impact of the drought on food costs. Higher prices for meat, eggs and dairy products will lead the way. Those products are most sensitive to the increased costs of corn and soybeans for feed as well as the damage to pastures and rangeland.

The drought is expected to temporarily hold down prices for some products as producers reduce their herds. USDA economists now estimate that beef prices will increase 3.5 to 4.5 percent for this year rather than the 4 to 5 percent rise forecast in June.

Overall food prices rose 3.7 percent in 2011 and 0.8 percent in 2010.
Here's a breakdown of USDA's forecast for 2013:
  • Beef, up 4 to 5 percent
  • Pork, up 2.5 to 3.5 percent
  • Poultry, up 3 to 4 percent
  • Eggs, up 3 to 4 percent
  • Dairy, up 3.5 to 4.5 percent
  • Fruits and vegetables, up 2 to 3 percent
  • Cereals and bakery products, up 3 to 4 percent
by Philip Brasher, CQ Roll Call Staff

As an aside, there is nothing duller than a hearing on Dodd-Frank.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Odds and Ends

- I hired a new employee.  Well, I didn't do the hiring, but I did the interviewing.  Not sure if it was a vote of confidence or a penance for previous digressions, but it was a pretty neat experience to be on the other side of the table.  I've been in charge of interviewing/hiring the interns, but this is my first experience with a permanent paid staffer.  It took a full week, but I learned a lot.

- It was a sad sign of the times and our economy that we had people with 20+ years experience applying for a job requiring 2-3 years experience in the field, even with the salary we were offering.  We received over 120 resumes in one week.

- I attended a lia sophia hostess appreciation party and bought many beautiful baubles.

- The Batcave was painted and new blinds installed.  The landscapers never came to take care of the yards, so it looks like that's on my to do list for the week/weekend and carpet is all that will be left.  Then we list.  And pray we find a buyer and a seller.

- I am so geeked out about the Olympics.  Aside from my beloved Cowboys, the Olympics are the only sports I really care about.  And I watch EVERYTHING!  Gymnastics, sailing, the marathon, curling, table tennis.  Everything.

- We had a family photo shoot over the weekend.  I need to check about rights to the images and will post when/if I can.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Yes, we know. We all freakin' know!

Whenever I hear Katie Couric describing her Leave It to Beaver childhood, I find myself wanting to punch her in the throat.

Yes, we get it.  You're perfect, you're perky, you've privileged.  We all know that, you don't have to remind us!

The Flakes that Don't Melt

I try not to write too much personal stuff about my kids because I don't want them to grow up and be horrified that I shared personal stuff with the interwebs then be asked about it in a job interview some day.  But I'm posting this anyway.

Today is crazy hair day at summer camp and Batman asked my opinion/help on what to do to his hair.  His hair was just long enough to need a hair cut (unlike Robin's crows nest on his head), so I suggested we shave it Mohawk style, using a #1 clipper attachment.  The Spouse was asleep in the basement or he would have shot down this idea, so I got out the cape, sheet for the floor, and clippers.

As I combed through Batman's hair, I realized he had a lot of...stuff in his hair.  Of course, I jumped to the lice/nits conclusion, then I realized it was just dandruff.  Lots and lots of dandruff.  How did this happen?  How did we not notice our kid had sores and yellowish scabs on his head?  Ugh.  It was gross, people.

Apparently, he's not doing a good job of washing his hair and I've been too preoccupied with folding laundry, herding Robin, or reading a book to notice.  I shaved his sides down, then threw him in the shower and dug out a container of Head and Shoulders.  He protested as I lathered him up and hosed him down, but it needed to be done.  I used the lice comb to comb out flakes after he dried off.

He still has a lot of flakes today, but it's better.  And his crazy hair is waxed and gelled out of control, but the kid is no Maddox or Kingston. Those kids can rock the Mohawk.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Home Improvement

The plan was to paint the Batcave the same color it is now (some crap off white color.)  But, since it looks like we'll have to live there awhile longer, I'm debating painting it a color I like.  Note: We have already ordered the new blinds based on the current paint color.  They will be a warm(ish) off white.

Classic Gray 1548 - Ben. Moore

Clay Beige OC-111

And Valspar Savory Beige, which I cannot find on its site.

In other news, this motherfucking Batcave will never get finished, listed, or sold.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Summer Lovin'

Nothing says summer to me like a dipped ice cream cone at DQ.  Robin and I took our time enjoying them the other day.

Batman prefers Blizzards and milkshakes.  Eh, he's his dad's son.  Robin and I like to stick to the basics of summer.  

Monday, July 9, 2012

I Survived the Heat Wave of 2012

Y'all, the weather out here is just bizarre this year.  After a week of record setting heat, we had two storms roll through yesterday that cooled us down.  One launched a tornado yesterday afternoon.  Another hit in the middle of the night.  It woke me and the dogs up, but everyone else seemed to sleep through it.

Despite the heat, we had a pretty great 4th of July.  We took the Dynamic Duo to Mount Vernon and met up with a few of their friends from the Justice League.  They had a great time and we only lost one kid (Robin, and only for about two minutes.)  We listened to the band, ate snacks, checked out the Revolutionary War reenactors, rode a horse, watched the fireworks over the river, and sweated monkey balls.  It was HOT.  But fun.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

I survived the Derecho of 2012

A derecho (play /dəˈr/; Spanish pronunciation: [deˈɾetʃo]; duh-RAY-cho) is a widespread, long-lived, straight-line windstorm that is associated with a fast-moving band of severe thunderstorms. Generally, derechos are convection-induced and take on a bow echo form of squall line, forming in an area of divergence in the upper levels of the troposphere, within a region of low-level warm air advection and rich low-level moisture. They travel quickly in the direction of movement of their associated storms, similar to an outflow boundary (gust front), except that the wind is sustained and increases in strength behind the front, generally exceeding hurricane-force. A warm-weather phenomenon, derechos occur mostly in summer, especially during June and July in the Northern Hemisphere, within areas of moderately strong instability and moderately strong vertical wind shear. They may occur at any time of the year and occur as frequently at night as during the daylight hours. (wikipedia)

Y'all, we didn't know it was coming.  I received a text from a friend about 45 minutes before it hit, confirming our plans for the next day.  He happened to mention the storm and I checked the tv.  Earlier in the day, we were told there was a chance of thunderstorm, not that this possible thunderstorm would be like a hurricane (both in force and damage).  We cleaned off the deck and went to bed before the full force of the storm hit.

We woke up Saturday morning unaware of the events transpiring around us.  Our little section of Fairfax County did not lose power.  We had tv, a/c, and water.  It wasn't until checking Facebook that I learned what my friends and neighbors were going through.  Land lines were down, 911 was down, and cell phone service was non-existent.  We opened our house to friends (and profiteered from their fridge items).  They left for a hotel that afternoon, and we all took naps.

The staycation that I had planned fell by the wayside.  I was able to get some things done around the house, but not as much as I had planned.  I was house-bound for a good portion, due to power outages at street lights and businesses, or lack of ability to process credit/debit cards.

We were unbelievably lucky, and when my water heater rusted out on Tuesday, I was only mildly miffed that it happened on the day before a national holiday.  But, again, we were lucky that we were able to shower at the pool.  While it was inconvenient, it wasn't the end of the world.

My heart goes out to all of those who are still without power, nearly a week later.

Friday, June 29, 2012

I've created a monster. Or a very small metrosexual.

About 18 months ago, out of necessity, I began taking Batman with me when I would get a pedicure.  I would jokingly ask him whenever we got there if he wanted his nails done and he would get bashful and say "NO!"  He would play with his legos or Leapster in the reception area, waiting patiently, and I would take him to Subway for a cookie when I was finished.

Then, after months of saying no, last fall he said "yes."

And he liked it, he really liked it.  And he's wanted to go again ever since.

I don't go to fancy spas, just the small nail shop across town.  (NOT the one down the street.  They pissed me off when I was pregnant with Robin and I haven't been back.  That was four years ago.  But I'm not one to hold a grudge...) At $20 per pedi, I can't afford to support his nail habit.  Don't get me wrong, I would love to indulge it, but it's just too expensive.  I've thrown out every excuse in the book and have begun doing my own nails again because I'm "too busy" to go.

This week, out of boredom, we gave ourselves mother/son pedicures on one of Batman's sick days.  His toes are red, blue, and yellow while mine are a deep dark blue.  A little weird, perhaps, but fun.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Now and then I think of when I was in power....

I know my loyal fans get antsy when I'm away.  Sorry, folks, Batman has been sick since Friday.  High fever but no other symptoms (until a nasty cough settled in on Tuesday.)  I used the last of my sick leave for the year (the plight of the working mother) to stay home with him.

Once the strep test came back negative and he started to feel a little better, there was nothing to do but sit back and enjoy the time away from the office.  The weather was gorgeous (a rarity in these parts) and I luxuriated in the peace and quiet of being home with a sick kid.

Some of the things that entertained me while I was away:

And this is what I'm promoting right now (work related):

These guys are great, except for being K-Staters...Really cute, too.  I wonder if I should set my nieces up with them?  But that would lead to a Jayhawk/Wildcat battle.  Not sure I can be responsible for that.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

WTF is wrong with people?

I was hassled Tuesday night as the kids and I were leaving the polling place.

The woman handing out the Republican sample ballot asked me if I needed one. I declined (note: I also don't take the Dems sample ballot. I work in politics and policy and do my homework before I get there.  I resent the implication that people are too stupid to know how to vote if left to their own devices.  Of course, most people are, but I digress...) and she said she was surprised I wasn't a Republican because of the boys and that good mother would care about their future. I replied that I did care about their futures and that's why I vote for responsible energy, environmental, and job policies. She began yelling after me as the boys and I walked through the parking lot. Sheesh, what the fuck lady?!?  I showed up to vote in a freakin' primary.

This prompted a ton of questions from Batman about whether he was a D or an R. I told him that we are all Americans but that Republicans and Democrats want the government to help people in different ways, just like our friends who go to different churches because they support GOD differently than we do. He pressed again whether he would grow up to be a Democrat or a Republican.  I said that I very much hoped he would be a Democrat, because that's what Mommy believes, but I will still love him if he were a Republican (but maybe not if he's an asshole that yells at people outside the polling place.)

Monday, June 11, 2012

Three Cheers for Monday!

1) I have impetigo on my nose, vitiligo on my arms, and a migraine.  I'm pretty sure the itching on my lip is a cold sore erupting. Yea!

2) Leo, the fucker, tore up the carpet in our bedroom down to the subfloor.  The hole is about 10"x20".  I don't understand why he would do that after all this time, but he solved the New Carpet vs. No New Carpet argument we've been having.  Now we get to recarpet the entire house.  Yea!

3) After showering, but before getting dressed (I was in a robe, get your minds out of the gutter!), I was in the kitchen making breakfast and packing lunch for the kids.  I knocked a can of coke out of the fridge and it busted open at my feet, spraying the inside of the fridge, the kitchen, and my hooha with icy cold diet coke.  I cleaned up most of it, but the kitchen is going to require a detailing tonight.  Yea!

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Where the Hell is Jill?

Here is where I've been, because I sure as hell haven't been here (at least last week, this week, probably the next few weeks):

  • Storming the Castle - The little fucker Bane is still hitting Batman and recruiting friends to hit him, too.  The Spouse and I have stormed the front office in a show of force and are now reviewing every aspect of our lives (summer camp, play dates, martial arts classes).  It's time consuming.
  • Watching the C-SPAN 2 - It's not the greatest Farm Bill, and likely not the "real" Farm Bill, but it is a Farm Bill, it is being debated, and it is my job to watch.  History in the making, kids.
  • Talking to our Mortgage Guy - Asking questions, getting answers, becoming more freaked out.  
  • Being woken up by Robin every five minutes during a three hour period the other night.  He is currently my least favorite child.  How does you not being able to sleep become my problem?  Oh, yeah, right, you're three.  I guess it IS my problem.  Fuck.
  • Trying to pack a box here and there.  My time frame for listing the house has really slipped, but I'd like to get it done sometime before the kids leave for college.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

The Only Mommy War Worth Waging

The Only Mommy War Worth Waging

Posted: 05/14/2012 5:46 pm
By Kristen Howerton

If you watch the trends of media, whether it be print, internet, or TV, you've probably noticed that every couple of months there is a new version of the "mommy wars" being played out. Last month's battle du jour was surrounding moms who work vs. moms who stay at home. Now, a firestorm has ignited over a provocative photo and article in TIME magazine about extended breastfeeding and attachment parenting. These manufactured mommy wars are predictable because they tend to provoke strong reactions from mothers who feel judged, as well as mothers who want to feel superior for their choices. A litany of analysis, outrage and defensiveness usually follows. Women tear each other down, while the entity responsible for initiating the battle reaps the benefit (whether it be a hot debate on a talk show or a political playing card). The insecurities of women surrounding their parenting choices are frequently pawns in the ratings game, and I think the most recent TIME magazine article and photo of a preschooler breastfeeding are intended to incite such a reaction.
I don't much care if you breastfed your kid until they started kindergarten or if you fed them formula from day one. I don't really care if you turned your infant car seat forward-facing prior to age 2, or if you homeschool, or if you send your kids to daycare while you go to work. Do you cosleep? Did you circumcise your son? I DON'T CARE. Do you "babywear"? Push your kid around in a stroller? Use a leash for your kid at Disneyland? Whatever. Good for you.
When it comes to issues of motherhood, there is one issue I care about: some kids don't have one. All of these petty wars about the choices of capable, loving mothers is just a lot of white noise to me, Quite honestly, I'm often astonished at the non-essential parenting issues I see moms getting upset about. Particularly when there are so many kids in this world not being parented at all.
This is the only mommy war I'll wage. I'm confident that most mothers are doing the best that they can for their kids, even if their choices are different than mine. I think it's ridiculous that so much energy is spent on debating largely inconsequential parenting decisions when so very little attention is given to the children who DON'T HAVE PARENTS. Why isn't this causing outrage? Making magazine covers? Inciting ranty twitter posts?
This is the war I'll be involved in: We, as a society, are not doing enough to protect at-risk and motherless children, both in our country and globally.
(Because apparently we're too busy worrying about that kid whose mom gave him formula.)
The kind of war I'll get behind will advocate for kids with bigger issues than a mom who goes to work. Or doesn't.
I'll get upset about the fact that LA County's family court system is so atrocious that they recently allowed press into court hearings for minors, in the hopes that this might finally provide some accountability for social workers who aren't doing their job. Let me repeat that: social workers are so understaffed and/or screwing up so badly that reporters are allowed into confidential court proceedings in the hopes that it will shape them up.
I'll be disturbed by the 18-year-olds I regularly see on adoption photolistings who, despite being old enough to live independently, place themselves on national photolistings because they desperately want a mom and a dad in their adult life. Because, in one teen's words, he "wants to become a member of a permanent family".
I'll whine about how, when we called our Christian agency about a healthy African-American boy from LA county who was in need of a home, we were told that they had no prospective adoptive parents willing to accept a placement of a black child. NOT ONE.
I'll get upset about a system that requires foster children to be placed in an adoptive home for 6 months before terminating parental rights, regardless of an absence of reunification efforts by the birth parents. I'll be angry about how this scares away prospective adoptive parents, and hurts children by leaving them in a limbo even after years of no contact or even abandonment by their birth family. I'll rant about how children whose parents have failed them should be made legally freed for adoption AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, so that more people would be willing to step forward and adopt.
I'll get behind complaining about how the government renames orphans and calls them "wards of the state" and renames orphanages and calls them "group homes", and how we collectively turn a blind eye to the fact that we have hundreds of thousands of children waiting for families in the US.
I'll be appalled over how many children around the world will age out of orphanages due to lack of paperwork or other factors that make them ineligible for adoption.  I'll continue posting about the deplorable conditions of third world orphanages and the developmental challenges that neglected children will face.
I'll fight for the moms who don't have access to prenatal care, or for the moms who have to abandon their children because of poverty.  I'll be mad that such inequities exist, and I'll support organizations that help change it.
The only mommy war I support involves moms banding together to talk about the number of children in our world who are missing out on basic human needs. Security. Love. Affection. Let's wage a war about that.  Not everyone can adopt, but we can all do something. Even if it's just using our voices for something more productive than personal parenting choices.
Let's stop quibbling about what competent mothers are choosing for their kids, and step it up for the kids that don't have one.
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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

You Want a Piece of Me?

Friday morning during breakfast, the story finally came out. Batman has been punched daily by some kid named Bane, since before spring break. According to Batman, this started before spring break. Bane was calling Batman's friend stupid. Batman told the teacher and Bane punched Batman after he was punished, and told him he would hit him every day at school. And thus began the headaches, tummy aches, imagined illnesses, etc in a way to stay out of school. We repeatedly asked Batman if someone was being mean to him and he never said anything.

I called the school on Friday morning, but it was SOL day - as in, I was SOL because of the damn SOL tests. I didn't hear back from the assistant principal until after recess - during which Batman was hit twice. The pattern is that if Batman tells and Bane gets punished, he will hit Batman again in retaliation. Bane is a sneaky little shit, and has friends distract Batman, then sneaks up on him and hits him. This has become a source of entertainment on the playground. Thankfully, Bane is not in Batman's class, so this only happens at recess and joint class projects. The asst. princ. is well aware of Bane and his behavior, so Batman is not the only kid this is happening to.

Last night, Batman greeted me at the door by telling me that he was hit twice again. I called and left a vm for the a.p., but The Spouse and I decided that a joint show of force was called for. I researched the FFX Co. code of conduct and regulations, to find out both what Henry's rights were and what punishment steps were appropriate for Bane.

The three of us walked across the street and stormed the office. Or we would have, if we hadn't had to buzz for entry. The Spouse and I met with the a.p. while Batman waited in the hall, then his teacher was brought in. Finally, we brought in Batman to discuss a course of action. We agreed that Bane will be assigned a portion of the Gotham City P.S. playground and that Batman would get the rest. Batman was fine with this, and the a.p. told us that she, Batman's teacher, and Bane's teacher would be meeting about this problem.

I have not spoken to the parents. I don't know them and the school cannot disclose their info. I've asked around, but none of my friends seem to know who this kid is. In the old days, I would show up and threaten the little creep. In modern times, i have to show up and threaten the school. We were told that they cannot comment on Bane's punishment or where he is in the disciplinary process (not that we asked) due to privacy issues. As I said to The Spouse when we left the meeting, we had to check this box (as did the school). If Batman gets hit again, we see the principal. After that, it's the assistant superintendent. That seems crazy, for a couple of six year olds. Still, my kid should be safe and happy at school and we will do whatever we need to in order to make that happen.

I thought Batman would cry and scream about leaving P.S. 1, but he's asking if he can start his new school early and saying he doesn't want to go to P.S. 1 anymore. It's affecting him at home, with his other friends, and in the classroom.

The Spouse wants Batman to hit Bane back (as does every other man - my brother - involved) but Batman doesn't seem to want to.  And if he doesn't want to, or hasn't yet, then we have to go through the school.  But we gave him permission to hit back, so maybe that will help him?  Not that hitting is the answer, but nothing else seems to be working right now.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012


Last night, I opened the coat closet to get a brush for the the dogs and maybe pack some things while I was at it.  You know in movies when a closet door is opened and everything avalanches out?  That happened!  I thought for sure I was being set up.  Where was the video camera?  No, the damn thing broke.  BROKE!  The bar/shelf pulled out of the drywall, because, of course, in our POS cave it wasn't anchored into the drywall. 

Another thing to add to the handyman list.  We will never get the damn Batcave on the market.

Oh, and to clear up any confusion yesterday's entry may have created:  I am NOT pregnant, just - apparently - fat.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Awaiting the Stork

So, apparently, I'm pregnant.  I thought by this time in my life I understood the basics of the birds and bees.  As the mother of two, I thought I had an advanced degree in it.  Little did I know...

Yesterday, as Batman and I were walking through the parking lot to my tap class, the wind shifted my clothes.  He glanced at me, patted my belly, and told me there was a baby in there.  Wuh huh?  Excuse me.  "Mom, you have a fat belly.  When it gets too fat, you have a baby.  Your belly keeps more and more food in there until a baby comes out."

Gee, thanks.  That's good for my self esteem, especially since I have just lost ten pounds.  I guess I'll have to work harder at the weight loss.

The Spouse was not amused when I told him that I was pregnant.  But he didn't pass out, so that's a good sign.

Yes, this was a wonderful opportunity to begin the sex ed discussion with Batman.  But, in reality, we were walking into class and I didn't have the time.  I know, I know, it's time to break out the book and go over it.  I just hope he's not like Fudge, telling everyone from the mailman to the supermarket cashier.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Starvin' Marvin

I stepped out for a fro yo this afternoon and was stopped on the corner by a representative for Children International, asking me if I would like to support an international child.  Sure! Why not?  I have two national children I support, and I'm in the market for a girl child.  The Spouse will eventually adjust, just like he did with two dogs and two kids.

I asked him where the children were.  Behind a window somewhere?  In a box on the back of a truck with a sign that says "Free to Good Home"?  I was mulling my options.  Do I want a little one or a big one?  Short hair or long?  Apparently, that was a non-issue.  It turns out that there are NO CHILDREN.  They are in other countries and you just send them money (sort of like my mom's husband's satellite dog, which he paid my grandmother to keep without ever meeting.)  Where is the fun in that?  How can I set a child up for a lifetime of therapy if they aren't in my own home?  I felt so cheated.

I looked it up and apparently CEO James Cook makes $450,000/year, which goes a long way in Kansas City - or maybe not as far as one would think and that's why he makes 10x more per year than the average staffer for the House of Representatives.  I decided that I would be better off continuing to support heifers internationally.  I loves me some worldly cows.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

The Search for Wayne Manor

I realize I haven't posted lately about the Search for Wayne Manor.  Things are progressing at a speed that is slower than sloth but faster than glacial.

We went to an open house on Saturday and I really liked it.  

Wonderful curb appeal, great layout, loads of space inside.  It's about four blocks from Batman's school and would make for an easier school pickup/drop off than we would have if we stayed in our current home.  It's at the top of our price range, but has cosmetic changes that would have to be made inside, and we would need to remove a bunch of trees, build a retaining wall, add a lawn and fence the property.  I'm not sure that we could throw several thousand into landscaping after putting out a down payment.  Also, it's only a one car garage and the basement stinks.  It will likely sell before the end of the week, or drop the price below $600K and sell in one day.  ($600K seems to be the threshold in this area of Northern Virginia.  Above it, sits on the market for months.  Below it, snapped up in a week.)

However, I really hopeful about a house down the street that went on the market for $15k less three days later.  

Except it already has a buyer.  Suck dog - three days on the market and it's sold.  It was a better house for us, and not just because of the price.  The yard, lot, and house itself (except for the kitchen) were a better fit for us.  We could easily live in the house for years and remodel the kitchen when we decided it was time.  We know how to do that now.

I'm a nervous wreck.  I haven't sold my house yet, so I'm not in a position to whine and cry.  But I'm nervous that we won't get THE house we want when we want it.  We have maintained that we weren't going to list our house until the end of the school year, so we still have another four weeks.  

Monday, May 14, 2012

I had a wonderful Mother's Day.  It was probably my best since becoming a mother.  Granted, I had low expectations, but the men in my life didn't disappoint:

  • The boys brought home bagels.
  • I got three cards, two books (one from each kid), and a Kate Spade purse from Sally (I really love that dog.)  Leo bought me some jewelry (I really love that dog, too.)
  • I didn't have to get in the pool (Robin is now in the pool by himself, and did really well.  Actually, both kids did really well - by which I mean no tantrums and they put their face in the pool.) 
  • I got to do my own laundry instead of putting to off until last and never getting to it.  
  • I watched my recorded shows off the DVR on the big tv in the basement BY MYSELF.  
  • I went to tap class BY MYSELF.
  • After tap, I ran home, took a quick shower, and went to dinner at Silverado with the family.  It was one of the more successful dinners we have had together as a family of four.  (The best was at an Outback Steakhouse when Robin was a baby, so maybe that doesn't count?)  
I felt like a queen for the day.  It was wonderful.  I am so very lucky and blessed.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Why I Support Gay Marriage

First and foremost, I support gay marriage because why should straight people be the only ones to squirm uncomfortably at Thanksgiving dinner as Aunt Gladys asks when they will finally meet a nice boy/girl, settle down, and get married?

For too many years, gay relatives have been allowed to relax and enjoy the hot brown-n-serve rolls, smug in the knowledge that after Uncle Hal had a certain number of beers and asked if "you still like boys?" they would not be put on the spot this year.  Meanwhile, the single desperate sister who was recently dumped and had no hope of anyone on the horizon would be grilled over the state of her love life, reminded she wasn't getting any younger, decline offers to meet the neighbor's boss' son, and try not to cry in her potatoes.  It's just not fair!

I have never understood what the issue is, really, but I'm fairly libertarian when it comes to what happens in the bedroom (between consenting adults, of course.)  I wonder about the perverts who are obsessed with what others are doing and want to outlaw it.  Frankly, my brain isn't creative enough to ponder situations and positions.

And why do religious conservatives preach that gays will go to Hell if they don't repent and change their ways?  Do they want gays to go to Heaven?  Because then they will have gay neighbors in the Kingdom of Heaven and that seems to go against everything they believe in.  But that train of thought takes us straight to the Westboro Baptist Church, and those fuckers are batshit crazy, in my humble opinion.

Shit.  Now they are going to protest my funeral.

Anyway, I've never been recruited to be gay.  No invitations for hot lesbian sex.  The idea of two women or two men pledging to be together forever does not threaten my little corner of the universe.  I'm pretty confident that even if gay marriage were to become legal in all 50 states tomorrow, I would still be married to The Spouse (who is a man, BTW).  So, to me, it's a non-issue.

Shrug.  Carry on.

My bad

As I was driving home last night, I remembered the Mother's Day gift from two years ago that Batman personally selected for me:

An easy button that plays the Chicken Dance.  Because it's easier than finding an accordion player when you've just got to get your chicken dance on.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Father Knows Best. Really?

There is a reason that Mother's Day comes before Father's Day.  Can you imagine the fallout if women spent many hours, much money, and tons of effort to coordinate the perfect gift/day/outing and got a handful of crushed dandelions in return?  It would be ugly.  Very ugly.

I will admit that I had high hopes for my first Mother's Day.  After battling infertility, we finally had our magical miracle baby.  He was perfect and amazing.  Of course I would get something nice to mark the occasion!  The Spouse got me three cards and a burrito (not just any burrito, he would like the record to reflect, but a Chipotle burrito.  He went all out.  And a card EACH from him, Batman, and the dogs.  None of whom chipped in with effort or money.)  At bedtime, it was pretty obvious that a birthstone necklace or engraved pendant was not coming my way.  I was not crushed, but I was a little bummed.

I had already bought him a nice watch to celebrate his first Father's Day.  I couldn't return it, so I grudgingly gave it to him.  He was floored and moved by the gift.  It was something he had talked about wanting for years and was teary that it commemorated his first year as a father.  He still talks about how it was one of the best gifts he has ever received.  That grand gesture has not in the least affected the gifts he has given me on behalf of the children.  Last year, I received a body pillow.

This year, the kids are old enough to select their gifts for me, as long as The Spouse provides the ride to the store and the money to pay for it.  For Christmas, he chaperoned while they picked out dishtowels and a candle - because mommy always uses dishtowels.  The Dynamic Duo is nothing if not observant (except for when it comes to looking for their shoes.)  Maybe I'll get some napkins this year?

I have, however, found The Spouse the perfect Father's Day gift.  Thankfully, it's not expensive, so I don't feel bad getting him the perfect gift while I get napkins.

As always, I have received exactly bupkis from this, but feel compelled to post this disclaimer to get the FCC off my ass.  

Friday, May 4, 2012

May the 4th Be With You


I missed this Amazon Gold Box deal earlier today, but put it on my wish list and will likely buy it for Batman after we move:

I realize I haven't updated on the Hunt for Wayne Manor in awhile.  After my need to move rightthisminutedammit! I have really put the brakes on it.

First, we found out which school Batman will be attending next year.  It's not in the wonderful neighborhood I was hoping for.  Don't get me wrong, it's definitely movin' on up, as the Jefferson's theme song stated, but I don't love it like I love the other area.  Also, it will be doable to stay in the Batcave and drop him at school next year.  Not fun, but doable.  Finally, I have really chickened out about doing the work involved in this process. I simply don't want to put forth the effort right now.  But I'm paying $200/mo for a storage unit and I need to get my ass in gear.

I'm also immobile with worry over finding The House vs. a house that is Just Fine.  The Batcave is a Just Fine townhouse.  Neither one of us loves it, and there are times that one/both of us hate it.  The good/nice/updated homes in the new area are under contract within a week of being listed.  B knows that The Spouse and I are not handy and we don't want to put the time and energy into a bunch of renovations.  So, we will need to list our home, get a contract, and try to buy another home while we pray that The House comes on the market and our bid is accepted.  But what if The House doesn't come on the market?  What if we have to rent a crap apartment and send the dogs to a foster home while we wait?  What if, what if, what if...

Now that I'm freaking out again, I will wish you all a feliz Cinco de Mayo (no, it's not Mexican Independence Day, but it is the anniversary of my first kegger) and a very merry Roxanne Homer Memorial Holiday (Fat Dog loved her margaritas).  Oh, and don't forget to dance naked under the Super Moon!

Thursday, May 3, 2012

A Minion is so Hard to Find

My spring intern has left, my summer intern won't start for about six weeks, and I find myself without a minion in the next office.  By coincidence, I was out on Saturday evening and met a nice young man who is between work contracts.  I offered him an office to camp out in while he job hunts in exchange for some help.  We exchanged information and I heard from him earlier this week.

Great, right?


I asked him to send me his resume so I can share it with the higher ups in the office and get the official go ahead.  The resume is bad.  Typos, grammar, spacing, different font styles and sizes.  I noted several to him, told him to clean it up, have someone else edit it for him, then send it back to me.  He apologized that he sent me the wrong version.  Ok, cool, I understand how mortifying that can be.  This morning I received a new version of the resume.  Except that it's the same.  The old typos have been changed to new typos (softwares is now software's).  Bullets have periods, or no periods, or multiple periods.  I don't care what one uses, just be consistent!

Anyhoo, this isn't going to work.  Crap.  I was hopeful.  I gave him a second chance.  The Jill of 10 years ago never would have done such a thing.  I'm getting soft in my old age.  The mother hen in me really wants to bring him in, take him under my wing, and nurture him along. The ruthless bitch in me wants to send him a copy of his resume with red pen circling everything wrong.  The professional in me will send him an email tactfully stating that there were some objections to his resume and thanks but no thanks.