Infirmary Week

Unfortunately Infirmary Week continues here at the Rutledge house. Gus has a rotten cough, Owen continually wakes up in the middle of the night with a stuffy nose, Amy has a sinus infection, and I have a sore throat. Tucker decided to add to the mix by getting sick at his stomach at 6:00 a.m. yesterday. So despite the sleepless nights that have reared their heads, the troop tries to march on and stay in the Christmas spirit.

At nights we have our routine pretty well down. The boys are mighty fond of sweet potatoes and butternut squash, a little less so of green beans but they tolerate them. Once dinner is over for the boys, they remain in good spirits in their high chairs. Owen, the first of the two boys to utter a "ma-ma," has cut back on his chatter lately. He is more into shrieking and cooing. He is still completely glued to the dog and the cats whenever they enter a room. Gus has developed into quite the little chatterbox, keeping himself entertained with happy babbles of "da-da" and "ba-ba." So while they find their voices, Amy & I can usually find a few minutes for our dinner. I must say it is much easier now than back in the day when one of us would entertain boys while the other wolfed down food.

The boys have moved up to the next round of car seats. I was just skilled enough to get the seats out of the box and into the van. Amy took them by the fire department on Monday to make sure they were in tight. I still contend that the box should point out that one needs an engineering degree to install car seats correctly and a masters in English to understand the massive instruction booklet. But I digress. Owen appears very happy to have progressed to the next size. Next thing you know he'll be asking to stay up late to watch Letterman.




And finally Owen helped me put the last of the Christmas decorations up this week -- although I don't think he thought the Santa hat was as cute an idea as Amy & I did. Cheers everyone!

Beyond The War Spin

E.J. Dionne has become one of my favorite editorial writers. His piece in the Post today about the spin that poses as our national debate on the war in Iraq nails it for me. I long for the day when politicians -- on both sides of the aisle -- can talk openly about solutions to the situation in Iraq without being branded as cowards or unpatriotic.

The real patriots are not those who fall into line behind everything Bush says. They are the Republican and Democratic doubters who have pressured Bush into realizing that he has limited time in Iraq and an imperative to speak more realistically. In his speech yesterday, Bush actually admitted that "things did not always go as planned" in Iraq and that last January's elections "were not without flaws." From an administration that never admits mistakes, that's progress.

Message to Democrats: Buck up. Message to Republican ad makers: Democracy is about improving government through the uninhibited exchange of ideas. And, yes, our soldiers and enemies are watching.

Saturday

Saturday is finally here. It has been a challenging week at the Rutledge house as the boys have experienced their first real colds. With congestion and stuffy noses out comes the baby aspirator which both boys despise. At first when you put it up to their face they laugh as they try to eat it. Then when they realize that it is going up their noses, they go berzerk. Fun stuff. But they are troopers and are hanging in there. Amy has it the worst of the four of us. I tell her I think it's actually the bird flu.

Amy & I put up Christmas decorations this week. It is a bit different now with two little ones -- what used to be an afternoon of putting up the tree & Christmas village is now spread over days as we decorate when we can steal a few minutes here and there. We finally put our $2 artificial tree to rest this year. It had gotten pretty ridiculous trying to keep the tree from falling over as we had to find the right combination of phone books to prop it up -- the tree only had three of the necessary four legs. This thing made the Charlie Brown Christmas tree look like a champion Redwood. But seeing how we paid $2 for it at a yard sale five years ago, I think it had a full life. We figure this is a year of new traditions so we kicked it off with a real Fraser fir, a tremendous upgrade over the phone book tree. The boys aren't quite as captivated with the lights as we thought they would be. Still, they do enjoy rolling around on the floor in front of it. I suppose we should just be happy that they're not crashing into the tree as they chase each other around -- yet. ;-)

This week brought a mix of good and bad news. Amy's cousin Tyler was in a bad car accident back in Kentucky as his car slid across lanes of traffic on the WK parkway. Thankfully he is recovering ok in the hospital despite being banged up a bit. And our friends Debbie & Chad in Savannah received a much-anticipated phone call this week. They have been matched with a little girl in China that they have been trying to adopt for a while. Aidan and Abby are about to have a little sister, and Debbie and Chad are brave souls now with three little ones two and under! Here is a picture of little Anmei.

So with Amy's bird flu and some basketball on the tube later this afternoon, our day is going to be a low key one with some relaxation and recuperation. Hope everyone stays warm -- cheers!

Flip the Switch

Amy & I have a colorful history with our local cable company Time Warner. This week that history just got deeper as we added to it with a funny incident.

A little background....we have our cable, internet, and phone service all through the cable company. Over the years we have called them on multiple occasions to resolve problems with reception and connectivity. The problem has always been a weak cable signal to the house because the guy who built the house split the cable 142 times. In addition to those problems, there was an incident where a UK tournament game was supposed to be on TV but was not, causing us to move a houseful of UK fans who had come to watch the game to the closest sports bar. That one led to a particularly "spirited" phone call on my part to say the least. Nevertheless, TWC isn't our favorite utility, and we are not their favorite customer.

Which brings us to yesterday when Amy & I woke up to find our internet and phone were not working. Disgusted, we called Time Warner to get them to come out to fix it, knowing that the problem was the weak signal to the house. All day there was no signal and no phone until 5:00 last evening when it came back on just as the technician was in route to the house. He called to see if it was still down. Amy told him it had just come back on, and we thought the problem was resolved. Case closed.

Until last night around 11:00pm. Again as I tried to check my email before going to bed there was no signal -- no phone either. By this time Amy & I were both very frustrated. Obviously a person relies upon the phone in this day and age, and you would think every time you pick up the receiver you should get a dial tone. So I called Time Warner and demanded someone come to the house this morning. (Of course you get the "We'll be there between 8:00 and noon" -- ugh.) In the meantime I kept thinking to myself, "What have we done differently over the past two days that could cause the phone to keep going out?"

Amy waited around this morning for them to show up. Finally around 11:30 I get a call. "Um D, we're going to be eating our words." As it turns out, the cable booster that they installed a while back to fix the weak signal problem was not getting any power. It wasn't getting any power because the light switch on the wall was turned off. The light switch was shut off because we use that switch one month a year to control the Christmas tree lights coming on and off -- the tree we just put up on Monday. So the phone and internet were fine as long as our Christmas tree lights were on (hence at 5:00 yesterday afternoon as Amy turned them on). When the lights were turned off (as they were last night at 11:00pm before I went to bed), the cable booster was also turned off thus killing our internet & phone.

So some Time Warner technician is dogging us and laughing at us with his co-workers right now. We deserve it. The way I figure it though, this makes us even for the UK/Southern Cal game being blacked out a few years ago. Next time we have a problem at the house -- no matter if it's a leaky faucet or the cat gets sick on the carpet -- I'm checking the light switches to see if that's the problem.

Cheers!

Feeling Blue

Despite their dad's best efforts to swing luck the Cats way, Kentucky fell short yesterday to the Tar Heels giving the boys their first dose of disappointment in the basketball department. We have dealt with disappointment when a brother steals a toy, when green beans and squash aren't what they had in mind for dinner, and when fingernails have to be trimmed. But basketball disappointment was a new thing for them. No matter where Dad put them -- in the bouncy seat, on the couch with him, or in the floor with the dog -- nothing could spur the Cats to rebound and defend the three-point shot against a North Carolina team that wanted the game more.

In the end the boys took it well though. They quickly recovered to roll around on the floor with their toys and stare at the dog whenever he walked by. They will try their luck this afternoon with football as the Bengals play at 1:00.

I'm off to look for a tiger outfit & some black and orange face paint. Cheers!

Game Day

Today is a big day for the boys. It is their initiation into the clash of the blue -- their native Tar Heel blue that surrounds them here in North Carolina versus the Kentucky blue that runs through their veins. For weeks we have studied the history of Kentucky basketball -- the seven national championships, the Unforgettables, Pitino's bombinos, Tubby Smith & the Comeback Cats, how to do the C-A-T-S cheer. Dr. Seuss books have been replaced with skill and strategy talks about how to attack a zone defense and dribbling with their left hands. Of course, they prefer dribbling down the front of their face onto their shirts, but hey they're seven months old.

All of it culminates today with their inaugural Kentucky/North Carolina matchup at noon. The boys will be wearing their UK outfits from Granny and Aunt Kay. Their dad will be in his lucky Kentucky sweatshirt. The flag flies proudly outside the house. As Amy is going out this morning for a massage that was her birthday present from me and the boys, she will return to three Rutledge men with their faces painted blue. Any chastising and reprimands we get for that will be worth it.

Because today is Game Day -- it's Initiation Day. Go Big Blue!



The future Gus & Owen.




24,000 Big Blue faithful.

Instant Replay

About a month ago I posted about my disappointment from not passing the exam to obtain my project management certification. Specifically I noted that particular day felt like I was the hydrant as opposed to being the dog in the proverbial dog/hydrant scenario. Well I must say yesterday brought a bit of unexpected retribution.

I came back from lunch and noticed an email from the Project Management Institute (PMI) regarding "your examination score." Groaning but curious, I opened the email.

After the examination was introduced, PMI monitored candidate performance to verify the validity of the passing score. In addition to its analysis of the actual test results from over 800 candidates, PMI sought review by an additional volunteer team. After performing a statistical analysis of the additional data, PMI and its independent psychometricians were able to make conclusions about the performance of questions as well as candidate performance. This second review, initiated by PMI as part of standard exam development procedure, indicated that the passing score should be adjusted.

PMI is pleased to inform you that you have successfully passed the PMP examination and have been awarded the PMP credential .

So in other words initially I did not pass the PMP exam. But after further review in the replay booth, since very few people were passing the new (and more difficult) exam the criteria was changed and I did pass. There are multiple ways of looking at this. Realistically this is not how I had envisioned achieving my first professional certification -- by PMI issuing a "do over" and lowering the bar. I told Amy that in a way it was like getting my GED instead of a high school diploma. I wanted the screen that pops up when you complete the exam to say "Congratulations" instead of the "Regrettably..." that I got.

On the other hand the score that I got would have warranted certification under the previous exam that was offered prior to them changing the content and criteria in September. And my score was much higher than the eventual passing score that PMI established so I feel like I was ahead of the curve there. Also, I busted my tail studying for that exam on nights and weekends. Amy sacrificed too having to take care of Owen and Gus by herself while I meticulously pored through chapters and pre-tests. So the effort was there, and frankly I'll take a little early Christmas present in November. I'd rather be the dog than the hydrant.

In the end I like to look at the experience the way my friend Chris suggested I write the note to my managers about getting my certification.

"Remember in The Karate Kid, when Danny Laruso hurt his leg and had to go into the locker room, and they were about to award Johnny the trophy, and everyone thought it was over... but then Danny came hobbling out and beat Johnny with the crane kick... well today I'm Danny Laruso."

Cheers everyone!

Thanksgiving in Savannah

The Rutledge crew ventured south to Savannah, Georgia to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with our friends Debbie and Chad and their two children Aidan and Abby. Savannah is a unique place with its rich history, the Spanish moss hanging off the trees, and parks and squares sprinkled throughout the town -- it's always one of our favorite places to visit. In past trips to Savannah, we've visited River Street, downtown, Vinny's Pizza, and the haunted pub tour. This visit was a bit different for all of us. Since we had four children calling for our time, we didn't venture out of the house much except for short walks to the park up the street. No matter though -- it was a great holiday getaway with great friends.

On Friday Aidan celebrated his second birthday with a birthday party. All the kids there were entranced by the balloons that floated to the ceiling throughout the house. Owen and Gus got to meet Abby, who is just three months younger than the boys, and had their eyes on her most of the time. Gus discovered his favorite toy of his young life so far -- a jumperoo. We sat him in the middle of it and he bounced, hopped and jumped for hours -- he was a kid in a candy store alright. And the boys got to meet my aunt, uncle and cousin in the DiSilvestros who also live in Savannah.

The trip was short but sweet. By the next time we all get together Debbie and Chad will have their third with Anmei, whom they hope to adopt from China after the first of the year. So the next visit will have even more going on, but we wouldn't have it any other way. Cheers!





Aidan the Gatherer loves to pick up pine cones, acorns, and pretty much anything he sees on his walks.





Owen and Gus stroll in the park on a sunny Thanksgiving day. Gus actually kicks it while Owen strolls.





Owen, Abby & Gus -- the bouncy chair crew -- got acquainted for the first time. Oh just wait until these three can walk.






Chad claimed to slave for hours designing Aidan's elaborate birthday cake. The validity of that claim is up for debate, but the birthday partyers dove into the cake head and fingers first regardless.





Gus and Owen got to meet cousin Brittany, Uncle Chris, and Aunt Betty Ann DiSilvestro for the first time on their Thanksgiving excursion to the Peach State.

Gobble Gobble

Well we're about to pack up the van with two boys, the dog, and the acres of gear that comes with them and head down to Savannah for Thanksgiving. Our friends Debbie and Chad with their two littles ones -- Aidan and Abby -- are about to be invaded by the Rutledge clan.

Over the years Thanksgiving has evolved into a favorite holiday of mine. Don't get me wrong, Christmas is great and has a deeper meaning, but it has become so commercialized (stores decorated in October!) that its meaning has been skewed by and for too many people. Enter Thanksgiving with the turkey, dressing, pumpkin pie, naps, family & friends, football, games, and more naps....it's just a very relaxed holiday. It's difficult not to relax with so much food in our stomachs I suppose.

Thanksgiving is also the weekend of the annual Kentucky/Tennessee grudge match. Although twenty straight years of losing to the Big Orange hardly constitues a rivalry, the Cats have been known to make it interesting even if they always end up on the short end of the stick. With UT's struggles this year and the game being in Lexington, I'd say "Maybe this year" if I hadn't been uttering those three words since I was eleven years old. Yes, it's been that long. Still, the game is part of the Thanksgiving holiday & tradition. Jane, make sure Dad doesn't do any harm to his recently repaired back while he's watching the game this year ;-)

So we hope everyone has an excellent and safe Thanksgiving. Don't overdo it on the turkey...

...no not that turkey, this turkey. :-)


Note to Debbie & Chad, clear a spot for us on the street because we bring a mighty load with us. Cheers everyone!

A Boy and His Dog

Owen has discovered Tucker the past week. He follows the dog's movements whenever Tuck enters a room and smiles and laughs. So we decided to get the two of them side by side and see Owen's reaction. Once we finally got Tucker to stop licking him in the face -- which Owen didn't really mind -- we got a couple of good shots.

Goat Rodeos and Baby Showers

What a week. First thing Monday morning I have a message from my boss that we have a "fire drill" from the general manager of our group that is to be my number one priority. Our instructions were to provide a "very detailed deep dive" into the workings of our group -- how many people we have, what they all do, how much it costs, the whole nine yards. So I essentially worked non-stop for three days and three nights with some people on my team trying to condense our business into a handful of PowerPoint charts. On Thursday morning at 7:30 am we all got on a teleconference to take him through the culmination of our efforts. He joined the call and immediately grumbled about there being too many people on the call.

"This is supposed to be a high-level discussion among the executives. I don't know why this is even an hour on my calendar -- we can do this in thirty minutes," he barked.

It was a true example of miscommunication, bad leadership, and wasted effort of about fifteen people all wrapped into one -- a classic corporate goat rodeo. Weeks like this past one make me despise corporate America and long to do something else.

Insert perspective here. My buddy Dan emailed me this morning. His unit at Fort Bragg had just returned from being out in the field all week. On Wednesday we had a good rain storm roll through, ushering in a big cold front behind it. Our temperatures have dropped 50 degrees in just a few days. Unfortunately Dan was out in the rain on Wednesday night and stayed wet for the next two days in the cold as the temperatures dropped into the 20s at night. So when I say I had a crappy week, at least I was dry and warm.

Dan came up to Raleigh last weekend to run a 10K downtown. It was his first competitive race and he ran it in under 50 minutes. Here he is with Bill and Turner, two guys in his unit who ran it as well. Amy, the boys, and I went down to watch them cross the finish line.

As for the boys, Gus has developed into the little thief. He steals whatever toy, ring, block or stuffed animal that Owen has. Owen has started to stand up for himself a little bit but mostly he just laughs as Gus stacks all he toys next to him.

Owen has found his voice this week. He shrieks when he's mad, hungry or happy. It's amusing -- for me anyway as I don't listen to it all day like Amy does -- but we try not to draw attention to it or else he just does it repeatedly.

This weekend is baby shower weekend. In all honesty, normally I would moan and groan about having to attend two baby showers in one weekend. But I'm looking forward to these two. Tonight we are going to a shower for our friends Brian and Kelly who are expecting on New Year's Day. We haven't had this particular group of friends together in a long time so it should be a good time. And tomorrow there is one for some friends who just moved back here from New York. It will be good to catch up with them as well. Who knows, maybe as long as I don't have to swing a potato between my legs like I did in a game at the last couples' baby shower I attended, I might be a fan of these after all. ;-)

Owen gave his dad a big grin this week....

...and Gus just chilled out in the car seat. "Wassup y'all?"

Hair Metal Fever

I am overcome with pride and shame simultaneously at the admission that I was a fan of some horrendous "music" back in the day -- hair metal. Yes, the 80's was a decade that produced some pretty rotten bands with some incredibly rotten hair. And to celebrate, there's a poll to glorify them all.

My only two comments are 1) I actually saw White Lion in concert when I was about 14, and 2) Where in the world is Def Leppard??

Hair metal fans enjoy. Cheers!

(Hat tip to my pal Chris for finding the poll)

Bananas

The boys got their first taste of bananas this weekend. They didn't know something so tasty exists. Both ranked their four solids from best to worst...bananas, sweet potatoes, rice cereal and a distant last place for the green beans.




















Today we took advantage of the warm weather by taking a long walk.

T.G.I.F.

Friday is finally here. It has been a good week, but a somewhat challenging one with the little monsters. We are adjusting their feeding schedule from five feedings a day down to four, introducing more solid foods.

Gus is all about vegetables -- the boy eats green beans and sweet potatoes like they're going out of style. He's a good eater and a good sleeper. Owen has gotten better with the solids -- he's still a little more unpredictable when he'll eat well, but he's warming up to them. The difficult part has been the impact to the boys' sleeping schedule. As they have adjusted to one fewer meal a day, their sleeping habits have changed which makes for some long days for Amy. Owen is only averaging about thirty minutes total in naps per day. So it's not uncommon for Amy to take a shower or do laundry with little Owen in a bouncy seat rather than sleeping like Gus. They are quite different these two boys.

So we are going to attempt to work the boys into a manageable schedule this weekend. Hopefully an extra set of hands will help Amy. Other than that, we have a lay-low schedule this weekend. Our friend Dan may come up from Fort Bragg on Saturday to run in a 10K in Raleigh. We will likely try to catch some sports this weekend. Kentucky goes to Nashville as an underdog (!!) to Vanderbilt on Saturday. Our beloved Carolina Hurricanes are lighting up the NHL early in the season -- they play tonight and Saturday night so we will probably catch them on the tube. And basketball season begins officially for UK on Sunday against basketball powerhouse South Dakota State -- the fighting Rushmores or something like that.

Have a great weekend everyone. Cheers!

The Good Wife's Guide

This is an actual article in Housekeeping Monthly in 1955. Even though I would love to absolutely light this up for humor's sake with comments, I would much rather sleep in my bed instead of out on the porch in the cold tonight.

My how times have changed! (click to enlarge)

Finally Fall

About a year ago this time, Amy and I were in Asheville, NC to get away for the weekend. Melanie had driven up from Charleston to pick up a car from Mom and Dad who had come over from Kentucky. It was a great time of year -- fall in the mountains when the summer heat had finally broken and there were oceans of color as the leaves were changing. That part of Fall is my favorite part of all the seasons. On the way home Amy and I took the scenic route, trekking up the Blue Ridge Parkway to Deep Gap before catching the highway that leads to the interstate. Along the Parkway we stopped every few miles as fantastic overlooks came into view as we weaved through the mountains. I'm sure we looked like "mountain tourists" getting out of our car and snapping photos every few minutes but we didn't care -- at least we remembered to take the fanny packs off when we got out. The changing colors of fall in the mountains is one of my favorite things about North Carolina.

The leaves are beginning to change over our way this week. It's a little later than in years past, and not quite as dynamic as last year in terms of color, but it is a mighty welcome change nonetheless.

Have a good weekend everyone -- cheers!



Linville Falls




Linville River




Blue Ridge Parkway overlook south of Grandfather Mountain

Grubbin'

Amy & I have gradually been introducing solid foods to the boys over the past few weeks, beginning with rice cereal and working our way up the vegetable chain. We have also introduced the boys to high chairs this week as they are big enough now to begin trying to sit up on their own (and high chairs are much easier on Mom & Dad's backs than feeding the boys in the floor).

Gus is an eating machine. He has taken well to green beans and sweet potatoes and is now only getting about 70% of his food on his face & bib. Owen is still fighting the spoon -- he is still much happier nursing to get his food. We have learned to shovel cereal in pretty quickly to minimize the chance of a tantrum erupting.




Gus looks pretty chilled out in his high chair. He knows food is coming so he's in his comfort zone in the chair.




Owen is making progress with the high chair, but he still not sure why we make it so difficult for him with the crazy concept of a spoon.



Tonight he was so tired he fell asleep and snored in the chair while Amy fed Gus. We'll teach him later that you're supposed to take a big nap after you stuff your face with food.

Halloween Turtles

Owen & Gus experienced their first Halloween, beginning the celebration over the weekend and concluding tonight with an abbreviated trick-or-treat run through the neighborhood. With a tip of the hat to Nana for finding the great turtle costumes, the boys won over most they encountered.




The Rutledge turtles anxiously await their first candy run.


Gus takes a brief respite from candy hunting with a pacifier.


Owen bellies up for the camera.



Excess chocolate will do you in every time boys. Let this be a lesson to you.




Our neighbors the Guthries got to see two happy turtles. Chad and Claudia's house is currently Home #1A for Tucker and will likely be the same for the boys as well. As Chad loves a good Nerf gun battle and Claudia makes an incredible strawberry rhubarb cake, the boys will be next door as soon as they learn to crawl.

Happy Halloween everyone.

Aunt Mel

Aunt Melanie drove up from Charleston this past weekend to visit and see the boys. She had not seen the boys since the summer so they had changed much in the past few months. It was a good laid back visit with a trip to Pullen Park and pumpkin carving on Saturday and a lap around Lake Pine on Sunday.

Here Melanie is with Ma Amy at dinner time. The boys have now eaten more green beans in three days than their father has in 31 years. Good boys.



Gus has gnawed away all but three of his fingers as we think he will be teething soon. We're hoping he has salamander qualities so his fingers will regenerate themselves by the time he starts grade school.



Owen offers up his stuffed rattle in exchange for a less-slobbery toy.



Derek shows the boys the gory side of pumpkin carving.



The pumpkins are carved into jack-o-lanterns as All Hallow's Eve approaches.

Week in Review

This past week has been loaded with happenings that I should catch up on.

• C.E. (aka Pappy) had a successful back surgery on Wednesday in Nashville. The calcium deposits in his back were hampering him from being able to pick up his grandsons and putting a damper on his otherwise sunny & cheerful demeanor. (Joking, Charles) Kudos to him for taking the step to feel better. Here's to a speedy recovery.
• On the sports front, the White Sox won the world series for the first time in 647 years which now puts the pressure on the Cubbies to end their 90+ year drought. My Bengals are having their most successful season in 15 years, but got routed in their first real test against the Steelers on Sunday. And my beloved Wildcats have an impressive streak going as only they can master -- in the past six quarters of football UK has 13 points and 7 turnovers. Did I mention basketball starts in two weeks?
• Owen & Gus had their six month checkup with the pediatrician on Wednesday. Gus weighed in at a hair over 14 lbs. Owen, who chooses to burn up his energy by watching everything around him most of the day, weighed 13 lbs. 8 oz. Both the guys were high on the charts in terms of length (obviously from Amy) even compared to full-term six-month-olds. The boys' weight & motor skills were a little lower than full-term babies their age, but the doctor was impressed with their development as premature babies so we're encouraged.
• Amy & I looked at a house in a nearby subdivision on Thursday to get an idea of what other options are out there in terms of dwellings. We decided to stay in our house for the time being -- after six years we have the colors, floors, feel, etc. that we want in our house. But eventually these little monsters are going to start moving around and we'll likely need more space. Hopefully we're a few months to a year away from that decision though.
• Harriet Miers, President Bush's second Supreme Court nominee, withdrew her name from being the next Supreme Court justice on Thursday. This sets the stage for a major ideological debate on the horizon as Bush's next nominee will very likely be a conservative with a proven track record of experience that people can point to. The debate continues as to whether the Constitution should be interpreted literally as it was written 218 years ago or whether it is a living, breathing document that changes with the times and events of history.
• And lastly on the political front, tomorrow is likely the day when indictments will be issued to White House officials in their role in the leaking of the identity of a CIA agent. Personally I truly think this is a very, very big deal. To me, more important than the actual leak is the issue that Cheney and the administration went to extraordinary lengths to keep dissenting opinions out of the debate during the leadup to the Iraq war. As a result the justification for the war has constantly changed, no weapons of mass destruction were ever found, and now 2,000 soldiers have lost their lives in a war of choice built on false pretenses. I only hope that we 1) hold our leaders accountable for their actions, and 2) that we learn from our past mistakes. Friday could be the beginning of a very revealing journey.
• On a lighter note, Aunt Mel is coming to see her nephews on Friday. There will be pumpkin carving and Halloween events on the weekend horizon.

Have a safe weekend everyone -- cheers!