Scribblings

You know you’re old when

you are talking to a company representative who tells you the company will mail you the form you need and you ask why they are wasting a 13 cent stamp rather than faxing it to you.

Note to self… stamps are no longer 13 cents and most forms can be e-mailed to you as attachments.

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Scribblings

Lions and tigers and eggs, oh my

Put seven eggs in a pan of water to boil them so I’d have a week’s worth of boiled eggs for Kodi, the northwestern crow (and Bird TLC education bird) who lives with me in the spring, summer, fall. Promptly forgot about them when I came downstairs to check mail and do some laundry. Childhood friend Grace is visiting. As she sat in the living room reading, she heard popping sounds. Looked up and saw eggs sailing across the dining room. By the time we got them off the stove, all had exploded and were to be found on the

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Scribblings

Way to go San Diego!

Looks like San Diego Mayor Filner may actually pass politicians like Wiener, Spitzer and every Republican found in a men’s room with a wide stance. And I thought Arnold was the only gross politician in California. Way to go San Diego. Good to see you breaking into the big leagues.

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Scribblings

I blame the heat

If the first frost doesn’t arrive soon, I don’t know if I can continue. This blog is hanging by a thread as I try to find the energy to type.  If this is global warming, then damn all those people who polluted the earth and brought it about.

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pictures, Scribblings

Anatomy of a rejection

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Photo One – the male attempts to catch the female’s interest by showing her how well he can roll over and scratch his back on the ground

Photo Two – the female looks at the male and wonders how they can to be the dominant sex in the world

Photo Three – the female heads out to find something more interesting to do than watch a male posture

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Scribblings

C’mon Sarah!

Momma needs an easy year. Hasn’t had one since your last run for office. So run, Sarah. Run. I won’t have to scratch my head to think of a column topic for so long as you’re out there explaining where Russia is.

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