A recent addition to the Blue Gal blogroll, Real Mother's Revenge, asks a great question:
If there were such a thing as a fantasy camp for mothers, what would your camp include? (I'm paraphrasing.)
While I love her idea of Dr. Phil telling the world that my butt is NOT too big, I actually kinda get my own fantasy camp at Madrona Fiber Arts each winter. AL, Akabini, booze, yarn, my own hotel room. There is not much more I could ask for. Oh, and akabini is always good for telling me my butt is NOT too big.
Go over to Real Mother's Revenge and visit, bookmark, etc. I'll check in to see what you say. Boys, should I invite you too, so you can add your own fantasy camp ideas? Nah. We got plenty of that with your edible panty orders a couple days ago.
Happy birthday to the late Cesar Chavez. It's been quite a week for your constituency, amigo.
Update: Oh, man! It's Al Gore's birthday too. Cheers, doll.
And how nice that I can say have a nice weekend without asking all of you to pray for Jill Carroll. Of course, she and I both want you to pray for all the other captives, Iraqi and otherwise. We can do nothing less. The Christian Science Monitor is publishing some great letters of celebration from around the world. I especially liked this one:
What thrilling gratitude and joy I have for Jill's release. Now I ask myself, "How can I convert the energy of this joy into positive efforts to correct the tragic mistakes that led to this war and injustice?"
Bill Kilgour, Madison, Wis., USA