This is my big brother. He is VERY old today yet, thanks to the loving care he receives from the gorgeous broad standing next to him, he looks amazingly young and healthy. In my head, he’ll always be the kid I shared a room with at 6 North. And that’s a good thing.
Happy Birthday, Phil. Thanks for keeping him well preserved, Joan.
So I’m walking my dogs the other day down a road I usually avoid because there is a house there inhabited by assholes who apparently have no idea how to be responsible dog owners. Usually it’s the little white dog that charges down the dirt driveway to try and attack. Because that dog is so loud in announcing its intentions, I have time to back up screaming and run the other way while looking for a branch or stick to defend myself and my dogs if need be.
But this day it was the yellow lab mix that was loose.
Yet another study on the future of many children raised in the foster care system shows that their chances at success are so minimal as to be just this side of non-existent.
The New York Times recently reported on a study done in Illinois, Iowa and Wisconsin showing six in ten men who aged out of the foster care system had a criminal conviction by their mid-twenties. Three in four women in the same age group were receiving some form of public assistance, while struggling to raise children without a high school diploma. In a second group of the same
He said he’d leave if health care was passed. Well, Mr. Limbaugh, it passed. Now get the hell out of my country and move to… where was that you said you were going… oh yeah, Costa Rica. Good choice. They’ve had universal health care since the early 1900s.
I woke up yesterday and thought life would remain the same. Then my computer went tits up. And now, a short 24 hours later, I am $1500 poorer… though I’m not sure you can be poorer if you didn’t ever have the money in the first place and just put it on a credit card… and the proud owner of a new iMac with an updated office program.
To my old computer I can only say, “Go in peace, my friend. You served me well for six years which, if I understand correctly, is not unlike a millennium in computer
For just a few days after my car was detailed at GREAT cost, I did not let the dogs in it. I would head to the garage with them trotting behind me and would turn and say, “Stay”. Their butts would simultaneously hit the ground and I swear to god their faces visibly sagged. How do you hold out against that look?
They are back in the car. The dog hair is beginning its annual migration into every nook and cranny of my Subaru and it all doesn’t seem to matter when I look over and see them both looking
My poor Blue continues to age in a very confused style. Yet one that is more than faintly familiar to me as I follow her on the path into senility.
I make her get up every night between 10:30 and 11 PM to go out for one last pee. She reluctantly rises from her bed in my bedroom and walks gingerly and stiff legged to the top of the stairs. Then she peers down through her cataract riddled eyes to see if there is any chance I’m going to not make her walk down the stairs and go out just
I had the snow tires taken off this week. Ergo, the snow that fell.
It makes perfect sense now, doesn’t it?
I had no intention of pulling my pants down and running through the yard naked… honest!
Most parents, at some time in their child’s early years, will look at the innocence in front of them and wish fervently that nothing ever happens to wipe that innocence away. Of course it’s a hopeless dream. Eventually commercials for Viagra and news about the workings of the state and federal government will intrude on their child’s consciousness, causing the innocence to flee.
This seems to be what’s happening to some students at the Polaris K-12 School. For what must seem like an eternity when you are as young as most of them are, they have been working the ropes