Corporations are NOT people
Why is it that I feel so much better about life when neither the state nor federal legislature is in session? This question kept swirling through my head as I watched my dog adrift in a fog of painkillers with an anesthesia hang over from some minor surgery. She had that look on her face that clearly said all was quite wonderful in her world. In fact, if a dog’s lips could actually form a grin, she was grinning from ear to ear.
But I wasn’t. At a time when I’m already feeling as though there is no one representing
I still don’t like cell phones
As I frequently tell people who call me at home and are forced to be so old fashioned as to actually leave a message because I have neither voice mail nor caller ID… I like my world. On a good day, I couldn’t care less that I even have a phone. Often, I’m here and I don’t answer. And I think to myself, am I the only person left in the world who can let a phone ring and not really give a damn? The answer is no, my brother is the other person.
Gee, I didn’t think he’d get that mad
OK, so I was wrong and it stood for defusion, not detonation. I liked the bang anyway. Don’t see why I should have to run away because he’s so darn mad… wait, he’s in the navy. The ocean is no refuge for me.
My dad’s EOD
Let’s see… does that stand for Explosive Ordinance Defusion or Detonation? I think I’ll just hit this plunger and find out….
Susan Boyle
Perhaps I’m getting fixated on Susan Boyle because she seems to be the one uncynical, real triumph of last year that proves that sometimes dreams simply do come true. I watched her special and it was wonderful. But I still find myself going back to her original moment on Britain’s Got Talent and thinking that she never sounded quite so wonderful as she did then when it all came from the heart. No makeover, no plucked eyebrows, no orchestration. Just a voice that makes angels jealous singing with pure joy. Wow. May we all have at least one moment in
Ah those stairs
I can remember running up and down the stairs to our apartment over the store when I was young. My mother’s voice still rings in my ear as she yells at me to slow down before I break my neck. I thought she was SOOOO old to not be able to race up and down those stairs at will, sometimes taking two steps at a time.
Now I go down the stairs in my house at night to let my dogs out before we go to bed and between me and the dogs, the trip takes a good five minutes
Where are all those moral conservatives now?
Funny, isn’t it? I don’t see Rush Limbaugh putting on a benefit for Haiti or running numbers on the screen for tell people where to donate to help the people there. I don’t see Sarah Palin using her immense popularity with all those supposed Christians to rally them to help the devastation in that poor island. I see those horrible liberals in Hollywood trying to help. I see, in fact, a lot of godless liberals from the Daily Show to the Golden Globes trying to help. But I don’t see those big mouthed, two faced, selfish conservatives doing anything but