WHATEVER HITS THE FAN WILL
NOT BE DISTRIBUTED EVENLY.
I have kleptomania,
but when it gets bad,
I take something for it.
FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS!
Except that one where you're naked in church.
Sometimes too much to drink isn't enough.
Suicidal twin kills sister by mistake!
My short-term memory is not as sharp as it used to be.
Also, my short-term memory's not as sharp as it used to be.
Welcome to Utah
Set your watch back 20 years.
In just two days from now,
tomorrow will be yesterday.
A bartender is just a pharmacist
with a limited inventory.
The statement below is true.
The statement above is false.
I may be schizophrenic,
but at least I have each other.
I am a Nobody.
Nobody is Perfect.
Therefore I am Perfect.
Dyslexics Have More Nuf.
In Memorium
With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week. Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey", died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.
I LOVE COOKING WITH WINE
Sometimes I even put it in the food
Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln,
how was the play?
When you work here,
you can name your own salary.
I named mine, "Fred".
Money isn't everything,
but it sure keeps the kids in touch.
Reality is only an illusion
that occurs due to a lack of alcohol.
I am having an out-of-money experience.
As a senior citizen was driving down the freeway, his car phone rang. Answering, he heard his wife's voice urgently warning him, "Herman, I just heard on the news that there's a car going the wrong way on 280 Interstate. Please be careful!"
"It's not just one car," said Herman. "It's hundreds of them!"
Don't sweat the petty things.
Don't pet the sweaty things.
Corduroy pillows are making headlines!
I want to die while asleep like my grandfather,
not screaming in terror like the passengers in his car.
I FOUND JESUS!
He was in my trunk when I got back from Tijuana.
Don't blame me. Blame the wicked Doug. Keep in mind that you haven't seen the worst of it, for I exercised my censorship privileges.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
From The Franciscan Tradition
O my God, you are here.
O my God, I am here.
O my God, we are here.
And always, always you love us.
Always, always you love us.
O my God, I am here.
O my God, we are here.
And always, always you love us.
Always, always you love us.
Jindal Raises Funds For Next Campaign For What?
I said I probably wouldn't blog for a while, but some stories are irresistible and easy.
From the Times-Picayune:
Taking his second out-of-state fundraising trip in a week, Gov. Bobby Jindal left for Fayetteville, Ark., on Friday to attend a fundraiser at a private residence in support of his gubernatorial re-election campaign.
....
Jindal held two fundraising events in North Carolina on Wednesday. Jindal has held fundraisers recently in Florida, Texas, Connecticut and Mississippi.
Folks all around the country really, really, really want Bobby Jindal reelected governor of Louisiana. His emergence as a rising young star in the Republican firmament has nothing whatever to do with any of these events. His ethnicity as an Indian-American is also completely irrelevant, as is that of Michael Steele, the new chairman of the RNC, who is African-American.
Of course, since nothing's happening here in Louisiana that requires the governor's attention, the fundraising gives him something to do.
From the Times-Picayune:
Taking his second out-of-state fundraising trip in a week, Gov. Bobby Jindal left for Fayetteville, Ark., on Friday to attend a fundraiser at a private residence in support of his gubernatorial re-election campaign.
....
Jindal held two fundraising events in North Carolina on Wednesday. Jindal has held fundraisers recently in Florida, Texas, Connecticut and Mississippi.
Folks all around the country really, really, really want Bobby Jindal reelected governor of Louisiana. His emergence as a rising young star in the Republican firmament has nothing whatever to do with any of these events. His ethnicity as an Indian-American is also completely irrelevant, as is that of Michael Steele, the new chairman of the RNC, who is African-American.
Of course, since nothing's happening here in Louisiana that requires the governor's attention, the fundraising gives him something to do.
Family Troubles Again
I'm not quite ready to make this news public, but I probably won't be blogging very much for a while, and some of you will worry, so here goes:
My son-in-law told my daughter that he wants a divorce. They told their children last night, and the three boys and my daughter are devastated. They need prayers desperately. He wants out of the marriage. The marriage didn't look made in heaven, but it didn't look that bad either. In less than three years, it appears that the lives of 5 of my grandchildren will be devastated by the separation of their parents, and 2 of my children devastated by being cast off by their spouses. My son and his wife split nearly 3 years ago, and everyone is just about settling down after that, and now another marriage in the family falls apart.
I welcome all prayers and good thoughts for my daughter, my three grandsons, and Grandpère and me. Pray for my son-in-law, too. We will all get through this by faith and with the help, prayers, and support of our family and friends, in our real and virtual lives.
To you, my virtual community, you have, in the past, been a great source of help, strength, and support, and that means more to me than I can say.
UPDATE: Many thanks to all of you! I feel the prayers. Truly, I do. It's an amazing thing!
UPDATE 2: My daughter sounded much better tonight than this morning, but it's going to be a roller-coaster ride for her and the boys.
My son-in-law told my daughter that he wants a divorce. They told their children last night, and the three boys and my daughter are devastated. They need prayers desperately. He wants out of the marriage. The marriage didn't look made in heaven, but it didn't look that bad either. In less than three years, it appears that the lives of 5 of my grandchildren will be devastated by the separation of their parents, and 2 of my children devastated by being cast off by their spouses. My son and his wife split nearly 3 years ago, and everyone is just about settling down after that, and now another marriage in the family falls apart.
I welcome all prayers and good thoughts for my daughter, my three grandsons, and Grandpère and me. Pray for my son-in-law, too. We will all get through this by faith and with the help, prayers, and support of our family and friends, in our real and virtual lives.
To you, my virtual community, you have, in the past, been a great source of help, strength, and support, and that means more to me than I can say.
UPDATE: Many thanks to all of you! I feel the prayers. Truly, I do. It's an amazing thing!
UPDATE 2: My daughter sounded much better tonight than this morning, but it's going to be a roller-coaster ride for her and the boys.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Light Posting Today
This morning we're going to Grandparents' Day in New Orleans, and in the afternoon, I'm due to pick up my grandchildren in Thibodaux after school. In between, Grandpère and I may grab a lunch at Mimi's Restaurant, which is across the street from the school.
Arrivederci!
UPDATE: The picture above shows the mural on the wall of Mimi's Restaurant.
Guys, Get With The President's Program!
It's important. Really, really important. Remember. Obama is popular. Congress is not.
He's Baaack!
See President Obama at his bully pulpit. It's a grand sight. Check it out at C-SPAN.
And now the Blue Dog Democrats are giving him grief! Aaarrrrgh!
And now the Blue Dog Democrats are giving him grief! Aaarrrrgh!
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Inauguration Day From One Who Was There
A friend of Ann's, who viewed the inauguration day ceremonies from the Washington Monument sent a play-by-play account of getting to their spot on the Mall, watching the events on the Jumbotron, and getting back to where they were staying. It's a wonderful long story, and I've picked out a few quotes to share.
While in line for the john, the Jumbotrons showed footage from the kick-off concert at the Lincoln Memorial. When Bruce Springsteen and Pete Seeger did “This Land is my Land,” I sang along, tears streaming down my face, feeling the fullness of The Movement and its culmination at that moment. Halfway into the song, I realized that I and the guy in front of me – the only other white person in sight at that moment -- were the only ones belting out Woody’s lines. It was a cultural reality check.
I noticed as I watched TV that few of the African-Americans and not all of the young people, no matter the color of their skin, seemed to know the words of "This Land...." Reality check, indeed!
You have all seen footage of the ceremony by now, probably more than I could see at the time. But I can offer one personal anecdote that was not captured on film: in the middle of Obama’s address, a great blue heron flew over the Mall, northeast to southwest. It was way up there, not obvious, but I happened to look up at the right moment and focus on the sky enough to notice that it was not one of the many gulls circling the Mall that day. Its long legs trailed behind, and it flew with that telltale reptilian wingbeat.
Ah lovely. The great blues fly here, and they are a grand sight to see.
When Obama’s address ended, people danced,...jumped, shook their booties, and high-fived. It was an Ode to Joy.
The Exit Strategy from the Mall was another matter. Once we got to the edge of the Mall, there wasn’t any choice about which direction to go. You just had to follow the flow, and the flow became a river of people, moving slowly but forcefully as it was funneled between buildings, barriers, blocked busses, and National Guardsmen. We followed this river for about 2 hours, wanting to go east, but forced north towards Dupont Circle. It sent us through landscaped areas (we bushwhacked through the DAR shrubbery), over low concrete walls. We were cold – everyone was cold. And we had no way of knowing when or where the river would ever fan out and let us free. And yet, everyone – EVERYONE – stayed patient and courteous and amazingly quiet. I have never heard so many people be so hushed, due in part to the cold. I would never have thought it possible for so many people to be so patient and kind while being so crammed and cold for so long. We were living The Dream.
Beautiful! Ann, thanks for sending this.
One phrase in the last quote made me laugh, but I'm not saying which.
While in line for the john, the Jumbotrons showed footage from the kick-off concert at the Lincoln Memorial. When Bruce Springsteen and Pete Seeger did “This Land is my Land,” I sang along, tears streaming down my face, feeling the fullness of The Movement and its culmination at that moment. Halfway into the song, I realized that I and the guy in front of me – the only other white person in sight at that moment -- were the only ones belting out Woody’s lines. It was a cultural reality check.
I noticed as I watched TV that few of the African-Americans and not all of the young people, no matter the color of their skin, seemed to know the words of "This Land...." Reality check, indeed!
You have all seen footage of the ceremony by now, probably more than I could see at the time. But I can offer one personal anecdote that was not captured on film: in the middle of Obama’s address, a great blue heron flew over the Mall, northeast to southwest. It was way up there, not obvious, but I happened to look up at the right moment and focus on the sky enough to notice that it was not one of the many gulls circling the Mall that day. Its long legs trailed behind, and it flew with that telltale reptilian wingbeat.
Ah lovely. The great blues fly here, and they are a grand sight to see.
When Obama’s address ended, people danced,...jumped, shook their booties, and high-fived. It was an Ode to Joy.
The Exit Strategy from the Mall was another matter. Once we got to the edge of the Mall, there wasn’t any choice about which direction to go. You just had to follow the flow, and the flow became a river of people, moving slowly but forcefully as it was funneled between buildings, barriers, blocked busses, and National Guardsmen. We followed this river for about 2 hours, wanting to go east, but forced north towards Dupont Circle. It sent us through landscaped areas (we bushwhacked through the DAR shrubbery), over low concrete walls. We were cold – everyone was cold. And we had no way of knowing when or where the river would ever fan out and let us free. And yet, everyone – EVERYONE – stayed patient and courteous and amazingly quiet. I have never heard so many people be so hushed, due in part to the cold. I would never have thought it possible for so many people to be so patient and kind while being so crammed and cold for so long. We were living The Dream.
Beautiful! Ann, thanks for sending this.
One phrase in the last quote made me laugh, but I'm not saying which.
"Is $500,000 A Year Enough?"
Juan Cole's voice is much-respected on Middle Eastern affairs, but his words on the salaries of the Wall Street lenders make a lot of sense to me.
Is $500,000 a Year Enough?
A common response from the Right to President Obama's capping of CEO salaries and bonuses at $500,000 a year in companies that take big USG bailout money has been to warn that it will be difficult to attract the best management talent to run those firms.
Uh, wasn't it those geniuses, the 'top management talent' making $20 million a year who ran those companies into the ground in the first place?
Tell you what, just promote a good middle manager who had been making $100,000 a year, and she or he will be very grateful for the job. And before you let them take over, you just give them a three-part test:
1. Fill in the blank:
Buy cheap and sell _________.
2. True or false:
A loan should not be offered to a prospective buyer if the monthly mortgage payments will come to more than 28 percent of the buyer's monthly income.
3. True or false:
A mortgage loan should not be given to a prospective home buyer unless the buyer can put down at least 10% and preferably 20%.
If the incoming CEO can get those three right, the person will be heads and shoulders above the $20-million-a-year screw-ups who destroyed the American economy.
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