A political consultant to the Obama re-election campaign opened her mouth before her brain engaged. To quote the consultant “Ann Romney never worked a day in her life”. Whoa! Ann was a “stay at home mom” who raised 5 boys. That certainly doesn’t quality as work. In addition Ann has survived a bout with breast cancer and presently has been diagnosed with MS. It must be good strategy to tear apart the opponents.
I don’t know if Obama wants to receive the women’s vote but I would suggest some “damage control”. I did notice both the President and the First Lady refuted the comment by “strategist” as being off base. Women who raise a family certainly have the toughest job of all. You can bet the Republicans will print a few clever bumper stickers about “precious moms”.
Every now and then I have conversations with people about the subject of “credit scores”. I usually don’t care about credit scores because I’m not looking for mortgage money and a new car is not on the horizon. I am entitled (as is every consumer) to one free credit report per year. Several years ago I requested my credit report, it showed the typical stuff. A history on each credit card and major utility bills. The information was basically correct. Previously I had no “credit score” shown. You had to pay extra for the aggregate score. I checked my free report yesterday and for the first time my score was revealed. The highest score you can get is 990. How do you get one of those? Maybe Warren Buffett gets 990. What I haven’t been able to find is how do they do those damn calculations. What if I make a payment 10 days late, how does that affect my score? Somebody knows the magic formula!
Yesterday I experienced my “first” of the season. I filled a propane tank with liquid, cleaned my outdoor fryer and threw a couple of brats on the grill. Damn they were good. There is something about the first freshly grilled brats of the year. Maybe it tastes so good because it is really bad for you. It has lots of grease, lots of fat and it clogs your arteries. Why do healthy foods always taste like sh–.
Easter came and went. It was nice to have “family” around.
Love,
Dad