The more he climbs in the Republican polls, the more I find myself practicing saying “President Clinton”. I wouldn’t be surprised to find Democrats contributing to his campaign in the hope he gets the nomination.
The definition of insanity
One of the truest definitions of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. The US has had the same policy for over fifty years towards Cuba and it has resulted in nothing… no one has been released from jail, the Castro brothers are still in charge and some form of communism is still the law of the land. So President Obama decided maybe it’s time to try something new. And what do the Republicans in Congress do? They say they will block his efforts. Apparently they think fifty years is not enough time
Finally, my kind of summer
Wet, cool and breezy. Thanks, Anchorage.
My sister… may she never grow up
Aunt Judy and Bella sharing their red tongues after, I hope, eating something red. You’ve got to love an aunt who will do this with you, even as you worry that you’ll have to be putting her in a home sooner rather than later.
In case you missed this on Facebook
My suite mate Nancy and I our senior year in college. I can only hope that’s a joint she’s smoking given that I’m holding a coconut head and nun’s doll. Any other explanation for the props would just be too weird. And don’t even ask me about the granny cap on my head. Either that was part of being stoned or I was showing an early tendency towards the fashionable person I never became.
A truly blended family
If you want to know what you look like to friends and relatives when explaining that twenty below weather is not bad because it’s a dry cold, then pay close attention to their faces as they explain to you that eighty plus degrees with three thousand percent humidity is good for your skin. No one is buying the other one’s story.
This thought occurs to me as I return from a trip to the East Coast to visit family. My mother swore that my sister and I came from the same father and that we are both her natural children.
Oh the trauma
Snowy missed me but did not turn psychotic over my absence. I wish the same could be said of Carm. Not sure I’ll ever be able to go to the bathroom again without him trying to jump on my lap to make sure if I go down with the flush, he goes with me.
Back to the birds
Today’s my first day back at Bird TLC since my trip out. Can’t wait to see all the birds. On the other hand, they’ve been busier than hell with baby birds. So maybe this desire to be back among them will last a shorter time than expected. Either way, eagle poop here I come.
Living the dream
Last week this time I thought I’d never get home again and I’d was so homesick. Today I find myself scrubbing bird poop and sweeping up the ripped papers from Abdul and I think to myself, “Living the dream”.