Nuking is for Leftovers, not for making peace among nations!

I read a great bumpersticker two weeks ago that read:
Killing for Peace is like Screwing for Virginity

So true. I quoted it in my petition to Congress in attempt to voice my opinion about nuking Iran. Is anybody else freaking out about this?

I know. I am so getting audited this year. :)

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City Girl

I moved this weekend. My body is still recovering.But I feel good about the new place. Really good vibe. Though it's on a busier street- it seems more peaceful. It's next to an open lot, and from my kitchen window I see grass and dirt and ...trash that has been windblown. But yesterday morning there was a squirrel sitting on the fence. Just sitting there, overlooking the grass and for a moment I thought, am I still in Chicago?

I knew it would rain this weekend, though I'm glad it held out for the actual moving portion of events. I read in Carol Burnett's autobiography some time ago that every time there was a major change going on in her life, it would rain. Since I read this, I notice it all the time. It rained the last time I moved and I changed jobs. I was wondering when it would start this time. It sprinkled a bit on Sunday morning, but I thought--- ehh. That's nothin'. Guess I won't have a good rain to signify the big change. But, I hadn't yet picked up my dog from the sitter's house. After I picked him up and I am driving - telling him that we are going to a new home and finally feeling like we'd be coming HOME for the first time in the new place, the skies dropped an enormous deluge on us. Ah. There it is. The rain.

I've been thinking a lot about what 'home' is. It keeps coming up in conversation and yesterday, a discussion on a.m. radio about people in Chicago who say they are going HOME and it means someplace else even though they've lived in Chicago for years. I definitely feel like Chicago is home to me more so than Kentucky. I've decided that I'm a city girl who's been trapped in a country’s body in the same uncomfortable way a man might grow up feeling like he’s a woman on the inside or a visa- versa. I was always so ‘different.’ I never thought much about it at the time, but it makes sense now when I remember that an underclassman in my high school chemistry class thought for an entire year that I was a foreign exchange student, and how this guy I met from Kenya while I was working the Kentucky Fair exposition, kept calling me a liar when I said I grew up in Kentucky. He insisted I was from England, because he’d lived there for a few years and the people were just like me. I had to have my mother stop by and explain to prove otherwise. Even when I’d go to auditions and people would see Kentucky on my resume, they’d do a double-take...pause…I could see them wondering about me…and on more than one occasion they’d say… “Ah, yes! Ashley Judd” as if they needed a reference to justify someone else from Kentucky without yer stereo-typical ‘tucky drawl. I’d smile and reply, “No, Jen W---- Pleasure to meet you.”

Yep. I'm a city girl, enjoying life in my element.

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