Author: Elise Patkotak

The POS currently sullying the White House apparently can’t even get talking to children straight. And those conversations tend to be on his level – juvenile and simple.

But POS managed to get on the phone with a seven year old and question why the child still believed in Santa Claus. Seriously, who the hell does something like that?

Did his staff not give him talking points? Did he actually need a cheat sheet that said not to shake a child’s belief in Santa on the night before Christmas? Is there no adult left in the White House who can Continue reading →

My deck is covered a few feet deep in snow except for where the magpies and pigeons have stomped it down trying to find food. So if you go out my deck door, you face a little hill of snow you have to go over to get to the flat stuff on the other side.

Poor Nayla had to pee and since it was late at night, I let her out on the deck rather than go downstairs with her. She stood for a moment in front of what must have seemed like a mountain to her and apparently decided Continue reading →

POS seems to think he can run everything himself because he’s the smartest guy in any room and has a gut that rivals Gibb’s for accuracy. He’s wrong, of course. He’s neither smart nor anything like Leroy Jethro Gibbs who actually believes in honor and truth. Neither of those adjectives apply to the POS currently sullying the White House.

But with each passing day, it becomes obvious that he really doesn’t want advice or input from anyone except that weird little voice in his head. You know the one. It’s the same little voice that told him orange was a Continue reading →

Here’s how I’m coping with the aftershocks that make me want to scream. I put the toilet lid down.

That’s right. When the earthquake struck, the lid was up and my medicine cabinet had its contents dumped into the needing to be flushed toilet. I got the tongs from the kitchen, gingerly picked all the stuff out of the toilet, dumped the tongs in the same bag when all had been removed and placed everything into the trash.

So now, every time I use the toilet, I put the lid down. I do this on the theory that the goddess Continue reading →

People who love the Christmas holidays have a very difficult time with those of us who don’t. In their hearts they mean so very well. They keep giving Christmas decorations, Christmas stuffed toys, table top Christmas trees, Styrofoam candy canes – you name it and I promise you those of us who do not particularly like or celebrate this holiday have received it as a gift.

Most often this gift comes with the words, “You don’t have anything for Christmas in your house so I thought I’d give you a little something to put out.”

But here’s the thing. It’s Continue reading →

So every time we have another aftershock, I find myself saying out loud to no one in particular – “Oh for god’s sake, stop. Just stop.”

It’s as though I think the Earth will respond, “Oh, I’m sorry. Was that bothering you? I didn’t realize. I’ll stop right now.”

That’s probably not how the earth will respond… is it?
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