A noisy but welcome distraction
OK, so Secretary Rice didn't bring back a ceasefire from Rome. At least she knows where to go to get a good plate of spaghetti ...or maybe saltimbocca.
Sorry, but I need a bit of levity. With Gingrich and others beating the drums for WWIII, I'm seriously starting to worry that we'll be dragged into a war with Iran. (You know, I really wish they'd stop this sh--.) Oh, and Gingrich, Richard Perle and others aren't satisfied that Condi returned with nothing but a couple of bottles of Frascati. They want her replaced by someone tougher before she goes and concludes another one of those "meaningless agreements meant to appease enemies of the United States."
Anyway, I have two boys, ages 16 and 18. The Marines are already marauding on MySpace, in search of a few good men (but they'll take women too). But that's small potatoes. WWIII would result in a draft. So now you know what's really on my mind.
But enough talk of escalating conflict. Obviously tired of having their ears hammered several evenings a week, our neighbors --parents of a 16-year-old drummer-- sent Marcus Light, their son's band, packing ... two doors away... to the house of the lead guitarist -- our 16-year-old. That's right. My husband came home from work this evening to find the budding emo band practicing. Looks like it's our turn to watch TV, read, do Zen meditation, and engage in other relaxing pastimes while ignoring the elephant ...uh...the noisy band in the basement.
You go, guys! Make music, not war!