Hilary Rosen Attacks Ann Romney

Hola stay at home and working mommies and the people who love them! By now you’ve probably all heard of the truly outrageous and despicable things that Hilary Rosen said about the sweet, loving and all around wonderful Ann Romney. No? Well, basically Hilary got loose and ended up saying “Ann Romney has never worked a day in her life.”

OH SNAP! It’s on now bitch!

Of all the woman-on-woman crimes that happen in the world, and they happen A LOT, the one I truly hate the most is the stay at home wife/mom vs the working wife/mom. There might be no greater waste of time and energy than this battle. Mostly it pisses me off because once again, for a country full of people who want to be left alone to live their lives, we all sure do love to tell everyone else how to live there’s.

But, more importantly, Hilary’s criticisms off Ann are completely unfair and wayyyyy off base. While it’s true that Ann might not have held a job outside of the house, that doesn’t mean she hasn’t ever had an important job. This is where people like Hilary will never understand people like Anne.

First of all, being Mitt Romney’s wife is definitely a fulltime job. Just taking care of Mitt would be a fulltime job for most people. Every night Ann has to download all of the day’s events and activities from Mitt’s CPU and go through the shutdown procedures. THEN, the next morning, she has to start him back up, make sure all his circuits are running properly and upload the day’s schedule, speeches, off the cuff remarks, awkward jokes and whatever else. After that, she has to run a few tests to make sure all the info has been processed and he’s ready to send out into public.

And don’t forget that Ann also doesn’t just have a household to run, she has like FIVE households to run. She’s had to keep up the family’s mansions in Massachusetts, Michigan, Utah, Washington and the little 12,000 square foot shack they’re building in California. Keeping up with staff for multiple houses plus vacation homes in Canada, France and certain Caribbean Islands known for strict bank secrecy laws is definitely hard work!

Mrs. Romney has to make sure that the staff is following her directions in each location and see to it that anyone who was fired the previous day is quickly deported. She has to monitor the landscapers and ensure that the shrubs are sculpted to resemble Ronald Reagan and Barry Goldwater in the gardens. Then she has to make the ice sculptor of Joseph Smith Jesus Christ is properly presented before each meal in the evenings.

Along with those things, Ann has to monitor the maintenance schedules of all her Cadillacs, the private jet, the family yacht, various other watercraft such as Sea-Doos and a couple of hovercraft. On top of all that she also has to go out and help Mitt run for President because she’s the only charisma that campaign has.

When someone is this busy just trying to keep up the household(s) you can see how they’ve never had a private sector job. Hell, you can even see how she wouldn’t have even known that she had a couple of Swiss bank accounts!

So, Mizzzz Rosen, as I think you understand now, you were very much out of line and unfair to Ann. Shame on you!

Jayman
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Stay At Home Moms...The Diaries

In keeping with the tradition of I’m With Stupid being an open and honest forum upon which our vast and diverse worldwide audience is free to share their opinions, views, and life stories, we are introducing a new feature here today.  It’s called:

Stay At Home Mom Diaries

Today sharing her thoughts with us, our inaugural SAHM, Bethany Woodcock from Worthington, Ohio…

Dear Stay At Home Mom Diary,

Today was hectic and nerve wracking.  I had, as always, so much to do and so little time in which to accomplish everything that my family expects of me.  However…today was a bit odd as well.

There were brief moments nestled within my busy schedule that contained lulls…moments of hushed mental and emotional whispers that swirled about me like gentle whirlpools of uneasy introspection and frank personal reflections of self.

As typical, I awoke at 5:30, brewed Peter’s coffee, and picked out a tie that would accent and compliment the new tinted contacts I bought him for his big presentation in front of the corporate big shots who flew in today.

After I corrected Peter on which pair of socks and cuff links to wear for the big day, I nearly scurried back downstairs to cook breakfast for him and our kids, Caitlin and Brice.

Six pieces of toast, three soy milk stained bowls of half eaten Kashi cereal, and two pulp stained juice glasses later, I had an enormous mess on my hands.  But, the mess had to wait.  Peter had to get going.

After I ran a fabric softener sheet over his briefcase to give it a shine, I walked him to the door and gave him a kiss.  His lips tasted of Green Mountain Breakfast Blend Decaf and lack of appreciation.

As Peter left for work and the kids dressed for school in the clothes I had painstakingly laid out for them the night before, I thought to myself…

“Does Peter not appreciate me, or was it merely that he would have preferred the French Roast to the Breakfast Blend?”

I could only ponder that query for a second as I had to make lunches for the kids by gently placing their Oscar Meyer Lunchables into their lunch boxes, as I sealed them both with a kiss, before I taxied them to school.

I pulled into the drop off circle at Thomas Worthington Elementary, and remained parked as I always do, until I saw my two darlings safely enter the school. And then, as I began to pull away, I found myself blocked.

Suzy Phillips and Tina Bedwell were just chatting it up and blocking the drive.  Finally they saw me, moved aside, and I maneuvered my GMC Acadia around them.  But I noticed something as I pulled away.

In my well-heated rear view mirrors I could see those two trollops pointing and laughing. I thought to myself…

“Were they laughing at my expensive, yet casual, well-appointed morning leisure ensemble I had purchased at Macy’s only days ago?”

I didn’t have to much time to dwell on that, as I had mess waiting on me back home at my breakfast table.  I returned home to my kitchen, and after saying to myself, “Where are the cereal bowl fairies to clean this up?”  I washed every one of those dishes.

After that, I watched The View…took care of next week’s Thanksgiving dinner by calling Kroger’s, fed the cat, and rewarded myself with lunch at the club with Sofia and Renee.

As I had one too many Vodka and Tonics, I called Peter’s sister Kathy and asked if she would pick up the kids from school.  She did, and we met at my house almost at the same time, which generated one gigantic group hug between my children and me.  

Kathy didn’t participate as while walking back to her car, she said that she had a cold.

After that, I had the kids clean their rooms and put away the clothes I had washed the other day.  While they were doing that, I was busy on the phone ordering pizza from Donato’s.

Peter came home and seemed pretty confident about his meeting and in the fact that he may get bumped up to the corporate offices in San Antonio because of it.

Peter then put the kids to bed, and as he was worn out, I gave him a good night kiss, and his lips tasted of pepperoni and regret.  So, I thought to myself…

“Does Peter regret marrying me, or was it merely that he would have preferred sausage on his pizza rather than pepperoni?”

Anyway, I pondered only briefly as I knew that if Peter was to get his promotion, it was time for me to start looking for a nanny to help out around here.

Goodnight Dear Diary, 

Bethany

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