I’ve now reached the conclusion that if we really want to punish the Shia and Sunni for their infighting, we should just bag up all our lawyers and drop them into Iraq. By the time the lawsuits are finished, no one will be left alive who even remembers what the fights were about to begin with. It’s the Jarndyce vs Jarndyce form of justice. That’ll teach them!
But then, maybe I’m just having a bad court day.
Yet another question that must be asked
Whoever thought it was a good idea to put those pages in magazines that are stiffer than normal or a different size or in some way created so as to be THE BIGGEST PAIN IN THE ASS EVER TO ANYONE TRYING TO READ THE DAMN THING!!!!???????? And just in case there is any doubt in any advertiser’s mind…I rip those pages out of my magazines before they make it to my living room. If I look at them at all, it’s just to ensure I know which products NOT to buy. Oh yeah, and why are you sending me all
My favorite fantasy
Oh get your minds out of the gutter…not that kind of fantasy. Though this one probably excites me even more. It’s the one in which I’m actually in control in my home and my animals acknowledge me as something more than the arm of the food dish. Not that they don’t love me…..but if they’re not careful, I know two dogs who will be forced to wear costumes this Halloween.
Who really is the communist?
I think of it as the Hillary dilemma. Of all the people of either party running for president right now, she is probably the most qualified and the one with the most common sense and chutzpah needed to extricate us from the misery our current administration seems to revel in. She’s intelligent, experienced and, if she was a man, would probably be sailing towards the Democratic nomination while people asked, “Obama who?”
But this is Hillary Clinton and she comes with lots and lots of baggage. The question is, of course, whether this baggage will make the slightest bit of
How I pack for the lower 48
I stand and stare into my closet. I realize I have nothing that can actually be worn in civilization without drawing comments from those who do not know the definition of Alaska chic. I have no idea what the weather will be like. So I reach out and grab everything there and stuff it into a suitcase in the vain hope that once I reach the East Coast, some piece of what I’ve brought with me will actually be acceptable. It never is. But hope springs eternal.
Venetian blinds
Why do most Venetian blinds have two strings to raise and lower the slats, one for each side? Have you ever met anyone who just wanted to raise one side?
There is nothing more beautiful
There is simply nothing more beautfiul than a late September day in Anchorage with the sun shining, the air crisp with the promise of winter and the leaves blowing around like the snow soon will. If it doesn’t make your heart light to just have the privilege of being out in it, your heart is dead.
Could he really be that dumb?
So your president (but certainly not mine) is going to veto expanding a health care program that would allow it to cover more children because he thinks it will lead to socialized medicine. He says he believes that the best people to make decisions about medical care are the person involved and their doctor and the government should stay out of it. IDIOT! If I don’t have health insurance, I sure as hell don’t have a doctor. That’s the problem.
Just some more sick things in my life
Let’s see if I’ve got this right. My one dog is diabetic and on insulin. My other dog just tore her knee cap and is looking at either surgery or drugs for the long term. I have more health problems than I care to enumerate, if only because it’s too depressing to list them all. And now I find out that more than a few of the trees in my yard have a variety of illnesses of their own that will need to be dealt with so they don’t eventually fall on my house. If I am calculating correctly, at
Where’s the instruction booklet?
It is now glaringly clear to me that I would have made the worse mother of all times. Blondie wasn’t supposed to walk since she hurt her knee until the vet cleared her. Blue didn’t understand why we weren’t going out. So I’d try to distract Blondie and then grab Blue and run out the front door. It didn’t even work one time. I finally took to letting Blondie go out to her doghouse with a pig’s ear. This would normally occupy her for hours as she tried to figure out how to hide it so that Blue didn’t find