I thought it appropriate to wait a few days before acting too happy over Alberto’s resignation. Seemed to be the polite thing to do. But now that the proper mourning period has passed, let me just say…WHAT TOOK YOU SO DAMN LONG, YOU BUMBLING, FUMBLING, BARELY COHERENT, MEMORY IMPAIRED, MORALITY ABSENT, PARASITE WHOSE LIPS ARE SO FIRMLY GLUED TO BUSH’S BACKSIDE THAT YOU WILLINGLY CO-OPTED OUR ENTIRE LEGAL SYSTEM TO MEET HIS POLITICAL NEEDS! And that’s why I waited. You can’t imagine what I wanted to say a few days ago.
Bad judgement?
Michael Vicks apologized for bad judgement and immaturity. Really? You kill dogs with your bare hands and call it immaturity. You torment dogs till they become so crazed they want to kill each other and call it bad judgement? May you go to hell forever. And be tormented by people with bad judgement and immaturity till all you want to do is fight and kill the people who ran this dog ring with you.
I believe it was King Louis the 15th
I believe it was King Louis the 15th of France who once famously said, “L’etat, c’est moi.” For those of you not forced to take high school French with Sister Josephine, that translates as “The state is me.” Am I the only Alaskan who thinks that both Ted Stevens and Don Young are starting to believe this about themselves? They cut off Louis’ son Louis the 16th’s head. Ben, beware!
Call and wish the old lady a happy birthday
My sister turns…well, very, very, old today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR JUDY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.
And neither of us will ever let the other see how much gray hair there is on our heads. On any given birthday from now till we both die, we send out our special love to those people who help us keep our secret…the hairdressers who dye that gray away.
Rain and umbrellas
When I walked Mr. T, I had a free hand to hold an umbrella in the rain. Now I walk two dogs and have no free hand for an umbrella. I get very wet. So do they. But they seem to enjoy it anyway. Maybe I need to rediscover that part of the joy of my childhood….running through the rain and laughing. Or maybe not. Maybe I’ll just be content with bitching and moaning about how wet and cold and miserable I am when I get back from these walks and how happy the dogs should be that I love
How long can I be this lucky?
I am traveling to another family wedding in October. I will get to wear the same outfit I wore to the past two. My sister approves so far. Since the next generation has reached the age where these events will happen more often than not for the foreseeable future, I find myself wondering how long I can get away with wearing the same outfit before my sister sneaks it out of my suitcase and burns it.
I miss having real leaders
PBS recently ran a special on The Sixties. For my generation at this point, that could refer to age as well as a specific time period. So I should clarify that in this case, it had nothing to do with the need for calcium supplements. It was about the decade that will forever define my generation, no matter what else we may accomplish.
Being a typical, self-absorbed, over indulged member of that generation, I settled into my recliner, unwrapped my calcium chews, and settled in for what I thought would be a pleasant romp down memory lane. Yes, I was
A thought
If I die and get reincarnated into a really hot body, will I know what to do with it?
He’s the cutest baby ever but???butt???
While I will grant you that as a fairy great-godmother I might be prejudiced in thinking that Rhodes is absolutely the handsomest, most wonderful child ever born this millenium, I must also confess that as I look at one of these pictures, I question whether or not his future will entail a tool belt around his waist. He is, I fear, channeling the spirit of Dan Akroyd.
How is it possible?
I know I’ve asked this before but I must screamingly ask it again…how is it possible for my dogs to shed so much hair and have any left on their bodies? Thank god Blondie has those big brown eyes and Blue has….well, whatever it is that Blue has besides diabetes that makes her so irresistible…because I spent a good deal of yesterday picking up gobs of dog hair over every surface of this house. And today…I don’t want to scare anyone so let’s just say it looks as though dog hair, once shed, can reproduce on its own.