Well, I visited my dentist for my annual exam this week and, in a tremendous break with recent tradition in my health care, nothing was wrong. Talk about a freak occurence…me, going into a health professional’s office and coming out with no new diseases, problems, aches, disabilities or need for more medication or surgery. I guess miracles do happen.
Best Friends Animal Society
Those of you who read this blog regularly know that Best Friends is where I want to go when I’m old. It’s the largest no kill animal shelter in America and it is a magical place of kindness and love and joy for many animals who had precious little of that before their arrival at Best Friends.
Anyhow, Best Friends is looking for donations of items like blankets, towels, old pet beds, kitty scratching posts, toys for birds or dogs or cats that your loved and lucky pets no longer use…anything like that. They could also use packages of Pill
Latin America beware
So the headlines say Bush is turning his eyes towards Latin America. Some would say he’s doing that to distract attention from the Mideast. All I know is that if I were Latin America, I’d be very, very nervous.
Does this make me a horrible person
My first thought on hearing that Dick Cheney had a blood clot in his leg was that I hope he had to go to Walter Reed and wait in line with our vets while the bureaucracy shuffled him around and then, when he finally got to care, it was substandard. And actually, I don’t really care if that makes me a horrible person.
Kids can spot hypocrisy a mile away
Here’s the thing about kids. They have a talent for sniffing out hypocrisy. If you want to know why the war on drugs is such a miserable failure, you need go no further than this. “Don’t smoke pot. Drugs are bad for you,” has limited effectiveness when spoken by someone holding a glass of wine. It’s the hypocrisy factor.
We all start out life thinking our parents are omnipotent. The first time we catch them in something less than the truth is usually the first time we start to question their previously unquestioned power in our universe.
When I was
She’s got to be Italian
I’m pretty sure that if I die, my dog Blue will be sad. But first she will carefully check all around my body and nudge her nose under my body to ascertain that I didn’t spit up some food as I fell to the floor or didn’t have any on me when I passed. If she finds even one crumb, her sadness will lift because she’ll know my death was not in vain if it provided her another morsel or scrap of anything even vaguely resembling food.
This dog simply must have some Italian in her. Food cures all for
Bush versus tornadoes
Is there anything scarier for those poor people hit by tornadoes last week than to have Bush show up to tell them he’s sending FEMA in to help them? They’d be better off with more tornadoes.
I can’t believe no one showed up
I can’t believe they finally buried that Smith woman and no one, absolutely no one, even remotely famous bothered to show up. Gee, what could that mean? Could it be that even the luridly famous have some bottom line of taste and discretion they will not cross? Or did Hugh Hefner fear if he showed that he would be looking in the mirror of his future with his 27 year old fiancee? Or maybe, just maybe, this woman was not worth the free air she’s been given almost nonstop for the past few weeks. TV has once again risen to
It’s like God heard me
Just because I complained about winter, god made the winds come. They blew so hard I couldn’t walk the dogs. Now the dogs are bouncing off the walls. I’m not saying they aren’t the brightest bulbs in the box but I don’t know how else to explain their reaction to the weather. I let them out the back door into the yard and they do what they have to…after I’ve physically had to shove on Blue’s butt to get her out the door…and then run in like the wind is a prelude to the coming of the Hounds of Hell.
Winter be gone
Each fall I look forward to the first snow of winter. It’s so pretty and covers up the brown remnants of summer’s green. And each year about this time I think, “OH SWEET LORD MAKE THE COLD AND SNOW AND WIND AND COLD AND SNOW AND SNOW AND COLD GO AWAY BEFORE I LOSE WHAT LITTLE IS LEFT OF MY MIND.”
And then I go crawl under a blanket and whimper for an hour or so and feel better.