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Alright…time for my weekly round-up on the topics and issues which are important to…me.  And, maybe Capt. UberHusband:

Movies

CU and I went to see Wanted yesterday.  Holy schnikes, was that a thrill ride.  Plus, I think it was the most violent movie I’ve seen since Gladiator.  Different crowd than when we went to see Sex and the City, which is good.

Politics

CU got a letter from Barack Obama last week.  Did I tell you that?  I’m sure he got CU’s name and address off some “IRR soldiers who are bound to be pissed they were sent to the sandbox for a year and, therefore, want Change” mailing list.  Well, CU’s planning on emailing the pledge card back with all of the Iraqi dinars he has left over from his year in the sandbox.  That should send a message.

War on Terror

The Dallas Morning News published a letter to the editor today from a woman who was complaining about the high price of shipping packages to our troops over in the Middle East.  Seems her Sunday School class likes to pack up boxes full of baby wipes, razors, and batteries and ship them over to the troops.  She thinks shipping these things should be free.  HEY LADY - this isn’t 2003, and the invasion is over.  Even in the most austere of Army posts, these items are readily available.  I know this, because Capt. UberHusband was at one of these most austere of posts.  While I understand people want to feel good about themselves and feel like they’re supporting the troops, they probably should also know that their care package is likely being donated to local Iraqis…because the soldiers don’t need the items.  Or, what they do need…their families are more than happy to spend $8 to ship.

Sports

As part of our Cooper orientation, CU and I each get a session with a sports pro, who is supposed to help us with our “game”…assuming we have one or are physically equipped to obtain one.  We picked tennis, which should be great fun as neither one of us had really played in about twenty years.  Last week I went to Target and bought us tennis rackets and a canister of balls (yes, CU giggles like a nerd when I say that).  Yesterday, we hit the court and “played” for about half an hour.  We decided to leave when an Overzealous Dad and his Disaffected Tween Son showed up to totally suck all the fun out of the game.  If I do say so, I play about as well as someone who plays with an $18 racket.

Race Relations

We were at DSW on Saturday, and I found a great pair of shoes for the gym.  Loved them.  But…I needed a 9, and they didn’t have a 9.  A woman next to me was having a similar problem so I said, “Don’t you hate it when you can’t find your size?  I mean, they have them in a 9 in black, but I don’t like black.”  Naturally, the woman was African-American…and I’m trying to figure out why I felt like a heel after saying what I said.  Sort of a sad commentary, when I can’t say I don’t like black shoes without feeling like someone will think I’m a racist.

Education

Four weeks to go.  Got our most recent financial management group project back - nailed an A.  Go us.  I’m all about the WACC, yo.

Domestic Disturbances

About a year ago, we noticed that our new carpet wasn’t holding up as well as it should.  It was crushing (”blooming” is the technical term, we’ve found out) and generally didn’t look like it was only a year old and in a house with very limited traffic.  At the beginning of the year, we began the Wear Dated Claim Process and after several months, an in-home inspection, and a trillion phone calls…our claim has been approved.  We’re getting all new carpet.  For free.  Great, right?  Yes, except I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to go through the carpet installation process again in this house for at least a few more years.

Fashion

Want to know what I hate? What I hate more than people who slow down - but don’t really stop - at stop signs?  More than that blasted email “Reply All” button?  More than finding out we’re out of conditioner right after I finish rinsing the shampoo out of my hair?  I hate buying bras.  Loathe it.  Despise it. None of them ever fit.  Warner, Maidenform, Vanity Fair, Lillyette…nada.  Even those Playtex “So You’re In Between Cup Sizes, Neener Neener” bras don’t fit right.  So, I wind up buying something a little too big, which makes me feel like an ambitious fifth grade girl.