An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
Archive for 5 August 2011
(Honestly, the only job Obama thinks about is his own. From his policies, it’s quite obvious he doesn’t give a damn about yours!)
“The White House Does Not Create Jobs”
Never were truer words spoken. At yesterday’s press briefing, White House spokesman Jay Carney admitted: “The White House does not create jobs.” As the Examiner’s senior political columnist Timothy P. Carney (no relation) later noted, conservatives should greet this statement as “a true and long-awaited admission of government’s limits.”
Despite the now-admitted fact that the President does not create jobs, President Obama continues to manipulate the economy from the West Wing, offering “stimulus” here, threatening higher taxes there, and picking and choosing which industry can thrive and which cannot under his watch.
The government cannot create private-sector jobs, but it can strongly affect the conditions for job-creating economic growth. But instead, the Obama Administration has helped create the conditions to stifle job growth. This morning, the unemployment rate was 9.1 percent. The positive news was that the unemployment rate went down from 9.2%.
Yes, it is true, I AM an idiot! What on earth made me think I could drive over 700 miles and not suffer too much?? Gracious sakes!
My intent was to stop frequently, but what do you do if there is no where to stop? Interstates are mostly on, but did you know on U.S. highways, there aren’t nearly as many C-stores as you’d think! Of course, when you aren’t looking for them, they are all over the place. When you are in desperate need……ZILCH! sigh…
So, yes, I am an idiot!
Day one was the worst because I had to make numerous stops before I could even get on the road. There must be a law or something that if you are in pain, the person in line in front of you waiting to check out is going to be a total bozo, or the person checking them out has no clue what they are doing. After 20 minutes of waiting, basically patiently, I had to gather my stuff up, and go to a different line. Naturally, that check out person was slower than molasses, but at least I finally got out of the store. In tears, but out! By the time I had my needed purchases loaded up in the truck, I had turned into a massive puddle! Temperature of 102 with humidity ranging somewhere around Turkish bath!
I decided I would make it into Louisiana, and find the first available motel. RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! Are you aware that there is about 40 miles of NOTHING? Now, ya know. Finally make to some town that starts with an A, not all that far from New Orleans, and the first place I stopped was totally non smoking. Yeah, like THAT’S gonna happen. Informed the young lady that if Holiday Inn keeps that crap up, we’ll be doing business with a more rational chain. She had the decency to look embarrassed. I wasn’t rude. Just explained that if I am paying for something, then I should be able to decide whether or not I want to smoke, and whether or not I want to use my husband’s hard earned money with their credit card. Funny how the parking lot was mostly empty. Hmmm…
I found a Comfort Inn who has not bowed to the politically correct nannies, and booked the room. Of course, I was starving by this time. I hadn’t eaten anything in about 7 hours. McDonald’s, right next door! So, instead of going up to my room with my stuff, I…yeah…I drove over there. Did you seriously think I was going to walk? Pfft! Pain is NOT my friend!
Now, I don’t mean to disparage the good folks of Louisiana, but if you have a machine that does all the work for you, and you don’t really have to think, why does it take 5 minutes to figure out the change? *shakes head* Friendly folks there though, so I didn’t get my knickers in a twist, although I was more than ready to end that day ASAP!
I get back to the motel, after having to turn the opposite direction and find somewhere to turn around. Got my stuff, grabbed my bag of Michelle Obama’s disapproved fast food, and waddle myself up to my room. The key didn’t work. sigh… I waddle myself back down to the desk, explained to the nice lady, got a new key, and waddled myself back up to the room. The key didn’t work. Ok, I’m getting a tad stressed. I waddled myself back down to the desk, pleading my case, got another new key, waddled back up. There was a little guy I had seen outside cleaning the entrance area that rode up the elevator with me. I smiled. He smiled. I got to the room, tried the key…..nothing. The little man kind of chuckles, indicates he can help. Ok. at this point…kicking the door open wouldn’t have bothered me. Remember, I am exhausted, and in a great deal of pain. He took the key, turned it over, and opened the door.
Not ONE word Chris!!!!! *glaring*
A good night’s sleep would have done wonders at this point. Well, one of these days, I just might get one.
Day 2, I was going to be traveling along I-10, so there should be plenty of rest areas where I can stop, get out of the truck, and walk around a bit. Makes sense, right? Two words – Atchafalaya Basin! It goes on FOREVER! I was outside Lake Charles before I could actually make a pit stop. I suppose I could have attempted to exit before then, but when you are constantly surrounded by HUGE semis, it’s a little difficult to even see an exit until you are right up on it. Where on earth did they all come from, and where in the world were they all going in such a hurry? Jeeeez!
Well, I made it my destination, basically in one piece, and haven’t moved much since. Couch. Bed. Back to couch this morning. But hey….I’m showered and dressed and ready for a day of…..couch! Can’t believe those kids are still asleep and the dogs are outside! Thank you Lord!