Friday, September 30, 2005

How 'bout them apples?

“The true measure of a career is to be able to be content, even proud, that you succeeded through your own endeavors without leaving a trail of casualties in your wake.” -Alan Greenspan

Thursday, September 29, 2005

NOT my story, but it's so good!

My friend, Kim, sent me this email forward. You know, those email forwards you hate to get, but you still forward them to others. BUT this one is a doosey. It's so good and SO funny, that I must put it on my blog.

Remember, it's not my story, and I don't know who wrote it, but if you know, email me and I will provide them with the proper acknowledgment. :)

All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal: The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now... the wax. My night began as any other normal week night. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids.

I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet. "So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.

It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.

With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my vagina and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself... RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!.... OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!

Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP!!

Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may pass out... must stay conscious... Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair.

I hold up the strip!There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax. CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake... remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.


I hear the slamming of a cell door.Vagina? Sealed shut!

Butt?? Sealed shut!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself ”What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bath tub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right???”


I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub... in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.

So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!!

God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone.

It's a very good conversation starter - "So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!" There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or hole or who-ha?"

She's laughing out loud by now... I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!!Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night.

While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!

By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event. My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace.... the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really havto losese at this point?

I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!!

The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out omy friendnd. It's sooo painful but I really don't care. "IT WORKS!! It works!! I geta hearty 'congratulations' from my friend and she hangs up.

I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE....... ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!S o I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurtsI couldld have amputated my own leg at this point.

Next week I'm going to try hair color.....

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Sweet Treat

Here's a sweet treat for ya:

Maddie likes to use her little pincher grasp to pick up anything; cheerios, rocks, leaves, lint, or anything else she can put in her mouth.

Yesterday, she started to use her little pincher grasp to pinch the hell out of my chest and arms.

"What are you doing?" and "NO pinching Mama!" were common phrases...until I realized, that she was pinching my moles and freckles (I got lotsa them). She was trying to pick them up, and I guess, eat them!

My own personal plastic surgeon!

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Flyin' High

Maddie took her first (and second--because we decided to take her home with us) plane ride over the weekend. The first was muy bien because she had her own seat. Actually, we kicked Zak out of his seat and made him move so we'd have our own girl space. Here's a picture of her with her seat belt fastened securely around her waist after she pulled the handle to tighten the belt. I think I may have heard that phrase one gazillion times.

Anyway, back to how she did....thank god for the boobs because boobs make all the difference in Maddie's world. Upon take off, she nursed her sweet self off to her morning nap, slept for just one measly hour, and then was all smiles. The Girl can make some friends. She just smiles and everyone wants to talk to her. "How old are you? How many teeth do you have? Can you crawl yet? What's your name?" As if she will answer them.

She squealed and laughed her way to HOTustin.

I do have this thing for germs, I've discovered it may be a tad over the top. I just get so grossed out by anything that she touches that isn't her own toys. So, to feed my obsession, I carry around Purell and Purell wipes with me. I use them on EVERYTHING I can think of, including the Baby Daddy, and Maddie's hands if she touched something I hadn't gotten to yet. SO, on an airplane, can you even IMAGINE how my Purell Powered Brain took over? I wiped everything she could possibly touch. Twice.

The return trip home was not as pleasant because there was no extra room for us to boot Zak out of his seat. I thought about just making him stand up the whole time, but thought that may be rude. :) Plus, we were so gosh darn tired from our much for a vacation...that we really wanted to sleep, but The Girl had other plans.

She fussed much more on the way home, but we made it with only one yell/scream/cry noise she makes. The fight attended complimented Maddie on what a good baby she was. I think she should have complement US about what good parents we were to remember to bring a pacifier and 3 backup pacifiers just in case, and oh, yes, I remembered to bring my boobs too.

Monday, September 26, 2005

All in one weekend!

As you read in the previous post, we were in HOTustin, Texas for the weekend for ACL and a visit with Maddie's Grandma Wendy. I have much to write about and many pictures to share of our mini-vacation (including Maddie's first airplane ride), and will do so this week, but you need to first know that The Girl did SO much.

1. On Saturday, she FINALLY figured out how to sit up (from being on her belly or back) by herself with no assistance.

2. She crawled for the first time on Sunday! Right in front of me, Zak, and Zak's mom. You should have seen the look on Zak's face.

3. She was able to pull herself up from sitting to standing by using something for balance (the couch, an ottoman, or a suitcase).

4. She can walk for a long time by just holding you hands for balance. When I say a "long time" I mean, I have to stop because my back hurts for stooping over to hold her hands!

5. She "cruised" tonight. She pulled herself up from sitting and walked along the side of the couch...BY HERSELF!

Zak and I want to know where we can locate her pause button so we can slow her down a bit! Anybody know where it is?

Saturday, September 24, 2005

ACL in Austin, Texas = Love + Peace + Cool Peeps

Have you ever been to Austin, Texas? Well, if you haven't, please take my word for it, and DO NOT come in the summer (unless you're going to Austin City Limits Festival). When I say, "in the Summer," what I really mean is between May 1st and November 1st. Don't visit (or live in) Texas in between May and November because it is so DAMN hot, you could begin to melt and then you realize you need sunscreen so your melting skin doesn't get skin cancer later. When you apply sunscreen, the dust bowl of Zilker Park in Austin decides to adhere to your melting, but sunscreened skin. After you collect all the dust in Texas, you become tired, and...Must. Sit. Down...only to have (dead) grass stick to you.

While all this is going on to your innocent and shell shocked body, you must rock out at Austin City Limits. You must drink very warm water because your sweet husband won't carry a cooler for you. The warm water is very 100 degrees warm. It doesn't matter cause you need lots of water.

Austin is a very cool place (see above about how DAMN hot it is). What makes Austin a cool place is the very cool people. I'm not sure if it is Austin or Texas. Zak thinks it's Texas. People are just really nice here. This is the kinda nice Austinioans are:
  1. They'll chat you up just to get to know you. Really. Strangers are nice here.
  2. They'll share their chairs if you're gonna pass out from the heat (or beer).
  3. They'll let you sit in the shade that their very own body makes. Get. Real. Close.
  4. They say silly things like, "excuse me," "Please" "Thank you" "hi, how's it going?" "ma'am" "sweet tea" "how can I help you?"
  5. They help you find your husband after you lost him after a trip to the port-a-potty.
  6. They let you barrow an umbrella to use to make your own shade.
  7. They walk around with mini misters and handheld fans, and give you a shot of them if you look too hot.
  8. They share their sunscreen with strangers!
  9. They'll babysit for you while you rock out at ACL all day (thanks Grandma Wendy!).

Chris Robinson (of The Black Crowes) said it best last night, "I really like Austin because there is no other place on earth where hippies and red necks get along. And, they don't even mind being called hippies or red necks."

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Miles the dog

Have you met our dog Miles? If so, then you know, you know what a 100% maniac he is. He is on puppy prozac, by the way, and it DOES NOT WORK. At least, it doesn't make him a sweet, drooly, sleepy dog that we yearn for. He's a 7 pound, Maltese Yorkie Mix, that gets by soley on his good looks, and the fact that Maddie adores him. He's THREE years old.

Some crazy things that Miles does:
Barks like HELL when you even think about leaving the house. This includes checking the mail, just looking at your keys, going through my purse, putting on socks, opening the closet door where the shoes are located, going to put steaks on the grill, turning on the sprinklers, depositing things in the recycle bin....I could go on, really. He's a barking machine. Not a cute, ruff ruff bark, but a I'm-gonna-bite-your ankles-so-hard-and-then-tell-the-neighbors-you-beat-me-with-sticks-and-call-puppy-protective-services-on-you-if-you-even-think-about-leaving-the-house-again bark.

Barks like HELL when he sees animals or kids (same thing) anywhere near our property. This includes the cute bunny rabbits, squirrels, cats, bike riding kids, neighbor walking their dogs, neighbor coming home from work, neighbor outside getting his own mail...I could go on, really. This bark isn't as high pitched, unless you dare to deliver a pizza or a package and must step one foot on his porch. This bark is a I'm-watching-you-shit-head-don't-even-think-about-coming-over-here-or-I'm-gonna-kick-your-ass growl like bark.

He steals things. Anything that isn't his, he will steal, and then run because he wants you to chase him. He loves Maddie's toys, underwear, washcloths, pacifiers, socks, food, eye glasses, any type of paper, napkins, matches, my shoes (not Zak's giant sized and stinky shoes). When we have house guests, we insist they keep the guest bedroom door shut, or pick up after themselves (that's really a sweet thing to say to your guests, isn't it?). There's nothing like chasing down the dog to free your mother's underwear from his mouth (except when Zak has to do it!).

He shits and pisses in the house. Okay, so this one may be our (and by our, I mean Zak's) fault. He is "potty pad" trained....when he feels like it. You try to potty train a dog in the Chicago winter when it is 10 degrees below zero with 2 feet of snow on the ground and tell us how easy it is!! Regardless of whose to blame for this one (Zak), it is disgusting and quite embarrassing when we have guests over to the house.

He will eat anything. We are diligent about Miles only eating dog food. We never feed him table food....Except chicken. Miles loves chicken, specifically, oven roasted or fried chicken. He's not a big fan of baked chicken. His FAVORITE is Boston Market. He'll go bonkers when we bring in a cooked roasted chicken. He'll bounce and jump and and whine and scratch until we give him a piece. If you are cooking and drop anything, he'll devour it instantly. The only exception to this rule is broccoli. I've dropped broccoli several times and he doesn't care for it. Who can blame him? We have to be really careful with pills too because if you drop's gone.

Because of his love of people food and his food fumble recovering ability (he should play on Zak's fantasy football team) we had a particularly funny thing happen last week....

While changing a poopy diaper, oh, yes, you know where this is going....

I dropped a piece of poop. The hard, round kind. I actually didn't drop it, it rolled out of the diaper onto the floor. Here is the conversation:

"Oh, Maddie made a poopy? It's okay, Mommy change it."


"Oh, it's a hard poopy! Maddie constipated? Mommy will give you some pears for lunch."

"mah mah mah."

--while rolling up the diaper---

"Oh, SHIT, Zak, I dropped some poop!"

"What do you mean, you dropped some poop?!"

"EWWEE, it's rolled off the diaper onto the floor. HELP!"

Miles, with his super dog powers swoops into the room, sniffs out the poop before I could even see it, and takes it down in one gulp.

"Oh-my-God, Miles just ate Maddie's poop."

"shit breath."

Monday, September 19, 2005

Happy Birthday Baby Daddy!

September 19th--
Today is Zak's Birthday! He is 31, or as I like to tease him, in his MID-Thirties.

I met Zak just after his 19th Birthday...sometime in late September 1993. I cannot believe we've known each other for such a long time. Babies, we were babies.

I had just turned 18 and we met in our first semester at Texas Tech University (go Raiders!). Many of you remember the day we met because your drunk asses were there! We met at a Sig Ep party. Yes, your typical boy-meets-girl-at-a-frat-party story.

My friend Amy (aka the hot blonde tutor) was my friend Dina's roommate. I also went to high school with Amy, but we didn't hang until college.

Anyway, Amy has always been the "smart" one, and took a class with Zak and some of his pledge brothers. Amy supposedly tutored them. I am not sure I believe that they really needed a tutor. In return, because they were such cheap, poor souls, and they couldn't pay her, they invited her to the Sig Ep party (gee, thanks). She brought her other hot friends with her (me and Dina, of course)--yes, we were/are hot.

We danced, met, and mingled with the G-Town boys. Later that night, Zak and I were dancing and he said, "I betcha you don't remember my name." I replied, with eyes-rolling, "Yes, I do, Zak."

Turns out, I had a few too many Keystone's (oh, man were we cool or what!?), and had to be driven home by a pledge. Zak, it conviently turns out, was my "designated driver." We got to my dorm lobby and talked for a long time (I swear, Dad, we only talked, he didn't even go into my room, I promise.) and we started to date.

QUE the cheesy music....

We fell in love in December 1993, and have been together ever since. Along the way we got married and had a baby.

Happy Birthday Honey! I couldn't have choosen a better life partner or father for Maddie.


Saturday, September 17, 2005

Nine Months old.

You love the bath, but HATE it when you have to get out.

Mom and Maddie just before the diaper derby on Labor Day.
Queen of the Cheerios!
Maddie's favorite thing to do.....pppbbbtttthhh!

Dear Maddie,
Today you are nine months old. You have had a busy month! You are almost crawling. In fact, I think you are completely capable, but are just a big chicken. You go forward, then keep one leg tucked under just in case you want to bail out. The problem is that it is that one leg that is keeping you from going forward!

Your Nana came for a visit over Labor Day, and you loved spending time with her. You thought she was so interesting cause she looks just like your mama.

On Labor Day, you participated in a baby crawling contest (even though you can't crawl yet....ask your dad), and you lost, but came in first place in our hearts. Your efforts were rewarded with a front page photo of both of us in the Daily Herald! My girl, the Super Star.

We also went to your favorite Mexican restaurant a few times this month. You LOVE it so much because there is a Mariachi band that plays songs for you. This month they played Little Donkey, and La Cucaracha! You stare and smile that them, I make you dance (but you can bop your hand to the beat) by shaking your hips, which you think is hilarious. The entire restaurant just stares at you (you get stares all the time!) because you are SO CUTE. Your dad gets embarrassed when we become the center of attention, but you and I really love it. I really think you may be the cutest thing I have ever seen, but I am your mom, so I am supposed to. It's the fact that strangers find you irrestiable that confirms the fact that I have given birth the the most precious girl on the planet. Really, I'm not kidding.

I am convinced you have said your first word. MaMa, Ma, MA Ma is a common phrase that comes out of your mouth. You say it sweetly, you say when you are demanding food, you say is with irritation when I change your diaper, you say it to get my attention, and you say it to the dog.

You are just starting to to throw temper tantrums. You get pissed off when I put you in your car set, when I take you out of the bath, when I change your diaper. You arch your back, whine or cry, buck, and kick your feet. I tell you that it is not appropriate behavior, and you may not talk to your mother like that. You just usually stop for a second, look at me, and keep up with the tantrum. We still need to work on this.

You only weigh 17.2 pounds and are 28 inches long. Shrimpy. Only in the 25th percentile for weight and 75th for your height. You can still fit in some 3-6 month clothes! I joke that we don't really feed you, but I promise we do. Breastmilk still (and I swear it is because of it that you have never been sick)! Plus, cereral, some formula, and 2nd stage baby food. We also give you Cheerios, which you will eat the entire box if we let you. You have the cutest little pincher grasp to get your food. Your dad says you look like you're a crab!

I love you when you eat like a little crab, and even when you're crabby. I'll love you forever.

Mama (Mama, ma, mAh, MA!,Mama)

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Sorry, Maddie, but that is just the kind of mom that I am

Okay, I confess, I am a feminist mother. Not always a crazy-I-am-woman-hear-me-roar-feminist, but a feminist nonetheless. Here is a recent email that I sent to The Land of Nod, an upscale children's furniture and clothing store. They kinda remind me of Pottery Barn Kids, but have items pictured above.

By the way, this is why I was so worried about having a little girl. Now I know my worries are confirmed, and business continue to market products like these to girls! Here is my email:

"Hello, I just received my first Land of Nod catalog, and have had the pleasure of shopping at one of your stores in Oak Brook, IL. Very cute stuff. HOWEVER, I have a big problem with the gender stereotyped nature of your items. As the mother of a 9 month old girl, I realize that the world is full of sexist "toys" for girls. Your catalog is actually one of the most offensive I have seen in in a long time. Here's why:

"Boy" items (in blue or on the boy pages):
State Wall Art Baseball "learn to pitch like a pro" Artwork
US Map Poster
US Map Bedding Solar System Artwork
Illuminated Globe World Map

"Girl" items (in pink or on the girly pages):
Ironing board with Iron
Toy Crib
Toy High Chair

Why can't my daughter have solar system artwork marketed to her in her favorite colors on the "girl"pages. Is it not important for little girls to know their states and capitals too? It is difficult enough to try to raise children without the inevitable gender stereotypes, but to see your store reinforce these messages IN THE YEAR 2005 is unacceptable.

Please reconsider your marketing methods in the future and pay more attention to the messages you send to parents and children.


Here was their response:

Dear Amanda,
Thank you for your email. First of all, I want you to know that none of us here at the Land of Nod think of the maps, globes, or state wall art to be for boys only. In addition, we don't think of stoves, fridges, and other kitchen items to be for girls only. However, we do think that certain bedding, accessories, and furniture are more likely to be girl or boy items. Many of our customers have a limited amount of time to shop so we try to categorize options for them. We certainly never mean to limit any product to one gender or the other. In addition, if you look at the gift page spread in our catalog, you will not find one item that is gender specific. We apologize for offending you. I will definitely pass on your email to our Marketing/Merchandising staff and I am sure that we will all look at our catalog and website with a "new" eye after reading your email. I'm glad that you found our products cute.

Best wishes,
Sue Conner
Customer Service
The Land of Nod

So there.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Supreme Cuteness Reigns

How in the world will I ever be able to discipline her?


SO delicious.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Remember the trick with the animal crackers in your teeth?

Remember when you were a kid (or for me, just a few months ago) and what happens when you bite the head off an animal cracker, and stuff the cracker in between your gums and front teeth? The legs of the animal cracker stick out and makes it look like you have giant cracker fangs.

MADDIE DID THAT with Cheerios tonight. All on her own. I swear.

She was eating her Cheerios, and because I am such an excellent mother and she listens to every word I say, I warned her about stuffing too many in her mouth at once. I watched her put two cherrios in her mouth just up to her lips, and grin the biggest grin.

"Look how silly I am, mama," was exactly the expression on her face. After hysterically laughing, which made her laugh, I grabbed the camera and got this awesome shot.

Oh, the simple joys of parenthood. Who knew?

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Thanks Mom!

My mom came to visit us from San Diego for a long holiday weekend. She hadn't seen Maddie since she was 1 week old! The Girl has grown a lot since then.

We went shopping, we went to the pool, competited in the DIAPER DERBY! (see previous post!!), we went shopping again, and we ate out way too many times. is the BEST part, Zak and I went out alone...TWO TIMES!!! The first time was to see a late movie (after Maddie went to bed). We saw Wedding Crashers. The rest of the world saw it a month ago, but we finally did too. We laughed so hard we couldn't breathe, and people around us were giving that annoyed sideways glances.

I think their conversation probably went something like this:

Stranger: I wonder why they are being so silly?

Stranger's Husband: I donno.

Stranger: I bet they haven't been out alone in months! Over 8 months!

Stranger's Husband: Yes, with those crazy laughs, and silly expressions, you can tell they must have a new baby at home.

Stranger : Honey, let's not have kids because I don't want to end up like them.

Just kidding about the last line, but go ahead, have a kid, then call me and tell me how right I am!

The SECOND date night (Yep, remember I said we had TWO date nights!) was an actually dinner at a restaurant with actual white linen table clothes that didn't have high chairs stacked in the corner.

We drank fancy drinks, ate fancy salads and soups, fish, and dessert. We also had a big fancy check to pay on our way out! WORTH EVERY DIME.

NEW RULE: If you come for a visit, you must agree (in writing, please) to one night of baby sitting. If you're lucky, it will be after 7:30, and you can just watch TV while we're out. Stick the pacifier in if she starts a fussin'.

Thanks Mom!

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Diaper Derby

Amanda tries to entices her daughter, Madison, 8 months, into crawling toward her sunglasses during the Diaper Derby at Naperville's Last Fling Saturday in Centennial Park.

Maddie was involved in her first competitive event yesterday. We're teaching her early because, as you know, this is a darn competitive world we live in. Okay, so it wasn't the most daring of events, it wasn't the most dangerous, it certainly wasn't a baby beauty was a DIAPER DERBY! A crawling race for "non-walking babies under 12 months." Here's the funny part...

Me: Maddie can't even crawl yet! Why would we enter her in a contest for crawling speed?

Zak: Oh, it will be funny just to watch her sit there when all the other babies pass her by.

Me: okay, but it will be embarrassing!

Sure enough, Maddie just sat there, and didn't move an inch. Thankfully, two other babies didn't either so it wasn't too bad! We were in the first "heat" and didn't stick around to see who the winner was... we knew for sure it wasn't Maddie. As we were leaving, a reporter came up to us and asked our names and where we lived. She told us she was a reporter for the Daily Herald, and said we might be in Sunday's paper. I figured they'd picture the winner in the paper not the slowest baby.


Attached is THE picture that appeared on the front page of the paper (and the caption). Note the look of concentration on Maddie's face and me bribing her to crawl with my sunglasses. Zak ran out and bought 10 papers that will be mailed to family and friends.

The photo on the third page is of the winner and Maddie and I are in the background of that one (not attached).

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Now, I'm just pissed.

Is it just me, or why isn't the entire country completely angry about the fact that there are still Americans who are stranded, starving, and dying in New Orleans?

Yes, they should have left the city as warned by the local officials...but they didn't have the means to do so.

WHY, oh WHY are they still stuck in the damn Superdome? I read that some of the people are shooting at the helicopters that are trying to evacuate them. That's what happens when you have no food, no where to sleep, nothing to drink, nothing to feed your screaming baby, and dead bodies around you. One would tend to go crazy and shoot at the rescuers.

Don't be surprised that people who are treated like animals begin to act like animals.

The LEAST that should have been done DAYS ago was to drop water and food down for those who were stranded.

Everyone is so worried about the looters....who the F$%K cares? I would loot too if I needed diapers or food or water for my family. Damn sure of it.

I was so pissed that I wrote my two senators. I just don't know what else can be done. One cannot help to think that if our military forces, financial, and other resources weren't in Iraq that the government would be better prepared and able to help their own damn citizens.

It's appalling and I am outraged.