A good time for chocolate

I'm not a huge Obama fan.  But, I am a fan of America.  And, I'm a huge fan of God.  So, I pray for Mr. Obama.

(Honestly, I pray for Mr. Obama's safety alot.  Because I dislike Joe Biden even more than Mr. Obama.)

And since the kids are out of school today, we watched part of the inauguration.  Actually, we watched everyone file in, listened to the Invocation that was not quite a prayer, heard a couple of the songs, and watched the two men be sworn in.  Then when the speeches started, we changed the channel.  Again, it's a school holiday, so you can bet we changed it to Disney channel.

We are having Taco Soup for supper tonight.  And every Mexican food loving person knows that chocolate goes best with Mexican.

That got me to thinking about November 2008 when Mr. Obama was first elected.  I posted a chocolate pie recipe then.  I think I'll repost it now.  I'm feeling about like I felt the day after that election in 2008.

This is what we'll be having for dessert tonight:

Chocolate Pie

1 Oreo cookie pie crust
8 oz. Cool Whip Free
1 cup skim milk
1 sm package ff, sf chocolate pudding mix

In a large bowl, combine milk and pudding mix. Add Cool Whip and mix well. Pour contents into pie crust and chill 2-3 hours. Serve cold and enjoy.

Serves: 8

Happy Monday!

Opinions, advice, and other comments welcome

So let's just say . . . hypothetically speaking, that you had this friend. And about 2 weeks ago she agreed to be the PTA Secretary for this school year. There had been some turmoil and two whole boards had resigned and they were in the process of recruiting a 3rd board to take over, and she was asked to be one of the lucky ones to help sort out all the mess.

And let's just say that . . . well . . . there were a lot of inconsistencies, and half-truths being uncovered. But the new PTA board could not be deterred as they sought to untangle the mess. They had a set of bylaws that would guide them and answer many of their questions. The board worked hour upon hour to adhere to the procedures and statutes, knowing that the bylaws were their only true north.

And then . . . I'm just going to throw this out there, just for kicks . . . they uncovered another set of bylaws. Official ones. Ones stamped, approved and signed by the state. And they were very different from the ones that had so confidently guided them just a few days before. Very, very different. So different, in fact, that it could change the very course of their year.

What would you tell your friend? What advice would you give your confused, tired-of-endless-meetings, sick-of-parliamentary-procedure, just-wanted-to-make-her-child's-school-a-better-place friend? And, what would you say to console her out-of-sorts, haven't-had-a-home-cooked-meal-in-two-weeks husband?

Hypothetically speaking.