Yesterday Dick Cheney, the man with no pulse, called Hosni Mubarak a good friend and ally of the United States.
Way to go, dick. The man has been a dictator for thirty years, we’ve propped him up like we have so many other dictators – ignoring their human rights abuses so long as they produced for us… I mean, why the hell should we care for the Egyptian people, right dick? – so why should we worry now about creating another Iran by continuing to support the Sha… oops, I mean Mubarak?
Trademarks
So Sarah and Bristol want to trademark their names. What, doesn’t the former first temporary dude rate a trademark? how about Trig? and Cosine? And Sine? Don’t they rate either?
The simple joys
All the money in the world cannot buy the amount of sheer fun, joy and amusement I get out of having a dinner with my whole family. What a totally insane bunch we turned out to be. Thank god we are all…. well, except for perhaps one relative… law abiding and sober members of society. It’s all that keeps many of us from being led into a home where others meet our needs.
What a great birthday
My sister went all out. Got me and my friend comped for a massage at a casino in Atlantic City. Took us both to dinner with drinks at a very fancy restaurnt… comped by a dear old friend who gave me a monogrammed bathrobe from the casino. Took me to play some penny slots. Gave me yet another monogrammed bathrobe she bought at a Bally’s sale that almost has my initials on it. EHS is close to ESP, right? Then I found out she was going so nuts because she thought I as 65. I’m not. I’m 64.
Joke’s on
Governor Parnell takes on the battle against domestic violence
Given my background of working with abused and neglected kids and their (usually) highly dysfunctional families, the issues raised by Governor Parnell concerning domestic violence in Alaska are near and dear to my heart. I’ve dealt with too many children whose idea of a normal family argument involves one parent beating on another parent and then turning on them. I’ve dealt with way too many children, both male and female, whose parents expressed their “love” through shameful, painful acts performed in drunken secrecy.
The last time I wrote about this, I was taken to task for assuming that men were
When did I get to be this old
You ever think it’s going to happen to you. And then one day you wake up and you are older than dirt. And while it’s true I would never want to go back and be so young and stupid again, I sure as hell wouldn’t mind going back and picking up that young body for my old mind. This one I now have simply squeaks and groans too much. And has to get up way too often at night, usually interrupting a wonderful dream involving me and Captain Mal all alone on Serenity.
Am I too old?
Am I too old to become Colin Firth’s prime stalker? Because I’d really, really like to spend my days just watching his mouth move.
God… is that sicker than I should be admitting in any public forum?
Yet more details on the trip
Flight from St. Paul to Philly delayed twice for Philly weather. Got on and off plane and out to runway twice. Third time we get to the number one position for takeoff only to be told we have to go back to the gate because the instrument panel is showing a thruster problem. Turns out it’s not a computer glitch… reverse thruster not working right. Have to switch planes completely. Delta gives us all food voucher to tide us over while we wait. Food voucher is for $6. Cheapest sandwich in cheapest kiosk is $7.39. Good news… liquor free on
Why do I do this to myself
I made my ticket to go East for a family wedding almost four months ago so I could get one of the two 25,000 mile seat tickets actually available on any airline in any given year. At the time I made the reservations, there was a niggling thought in the back of my head that scheduling myself to leave at 6 AM was simply not a good idea. But four months seemed so very far away. It’s as though I never really thought it would come.
But it did. And I slept little for the week leading up to the
My sincerest apologies to Italy
Although my grandparents left Italy for a better life in America, they never stopped loving the “old country” – the country that gave us Dante and Michaelangelo and DaVinci, to say nothing of DiNiro and Pscino. Now, apparently in return for the amazing culture, beauty and grace Italians have given to the world, we are repaying them by giving them the cast of the Jersey Shore. If we hated Italy, this would be the most appropriate revenge ever. But we don’t. And so I must apologize to Italy from not only Americans, but specifically Italian Americans. Most of us did