The dress Lindsay Lohan wore to her latest court hearing has sold out online.
Arnold Schwartzenegger is going to act again.
Hosni Mubarak has resigned from the presidency of Egypt.
Guess which of these stories got the most hits yesterday?
Pity the poor man
I got an interesting number of e-mails from men explaining to me how they are the abused and put upon creatures in this world and that women and children are running wild making insane accusations against them that they are powerless to refute.
In a country in which 99% of the most powerful people are white men passing laws that protect or assist themselves (Viagra is paid for by insurance but not birth control, hello?!!) excuse me if the vitriolic rants I’ve received make me want to do nothing more than spit up in my mouth.
Yes there are men
Sometimes you really can’t go home again
Until this year, the phrase “You can’t go home again” held little real meaning for me because I always could. Until just a few months ago, my family still owned the house where I’d been raised.
I walked out of that door for my first day of kindergarten, my first day of grade school, my first day of high school and my first day of college. It was the door I burst through when I got my driver’s license and the door I left through the day I became gainfully employed.
But we sold the property and now, on my
Why is it?
Why is it that the men with the biggest bellies seem to be the ones who feel a need to cinch their belts as tight as possible below their bellies? have they never looked sideways in the mirror?
Yet again… idiot dog owner
I’m about to pay a $125 vet bill because some idiot has his Rottweiller off leash and had no control of him. The dog ran at my Blondie, who was on leash, and clomped down on her head, ripping her ear. More damage would have been done had not my house sitter had the presence of mind to kick the dog hard near the groin. This makes the dog gasp and in that instant, she pulled my dog’s head from his jaws.
I’m sorry she had to kick that dog in the groin. I personally think a more effective lesson
The Man with No Pulse
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