Almost missed it this week:
- Playoffs:: Stanley cup
- Morris:: Dancing
- Break up:: Hard to do
- Eggs:: Benedict
- Parker:: Pen
- Hardy Boys:: Dana Girls
- Deluxe:: with cheese
- Protection:: condom
- Girl Scout:: cookies
- Salsa:: verde
- Vagina:: Monologues
- Racism:: George Wallace
- Mother’s Day:: Father’s arse
- Fire alarm:: Leather coat
- Elvis:: Presley
- Pregnant:: Pause
- Vacation:: in the Bahamas
- Waffles:: John Kerry
- Perpendicular:: Lamp post
- Hospital:: Johnny
So, the Senate and the Bush Administration, trying to distance themselves from the inevitable consequences of an ill-thought-out war in an oil-rich country, have declared that the excesses at Abu Ghraib are not reflective of the character of the American people.
Continue reading Who Are They Kidding?
Emmeline’s elementary school is having a Grandparents Day this morning, not in synch with the “official” date, September 12 this year, but presumably a community outreach effort to give the youngsters something to think about besides how nice it would be to play outside rather than to be stuck in a classroom.
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Pruning, osmocoting, Hollytoning and mulching are done, now comes the fun part, weed and fast feed. I paid way too much for Miracle Grow at a local garden center, but, what the heck, they have to eat, too.
The daffodils were a big disappointment, although made up for by beautiful yellow and red tulips, wish I could remember where I got them.
Phil and Beth may have been right about the fairy rose, I clipped off a hundred or more seedpods last Fall, and if foliage is an indicator, it should be very pretty this summer.
The beach rose is also doing very well, but no sign of foxglove and only one lupine seems to have survived.
The garden has been pretty this spring, but will need summer color. Toward that end, I let myself get swept away in a wave of optimism and planted a Clematis by the front fence.
I’m especially happy with the small, low-maintenance perennial rock garden I’ve been working on for the last two years at Peter’s house. Everything, even Emmeline’s beloved Basket of Gold, looks healthy. The front spigot, necessary for watering, exploded over the winter, but neighbor John fixed it this week.
No blooms again on the peony this year, alas.
Lakshmi Chaudhry, senior editor of AlterNet, suggests that John Edwards should be Kerry’s running mate, in order to take advantage of the gender gap, which tilts in favor of “bread and butter” issue Democrats.
Continue reading Time For Edwards?
As days pass following the 60 Minutes expose of conditions at Abu Ghraib, the sickening details of the assault by Bush’s minions on the descendants of the creators of Mathematics, the inventors of the concept of zero, the builders of the Alhambra, serve to further disgust and appall.
Continue reading Onward, Christian Soldiers
In a news conference held yesterday, the purpose of which was to ask reporters to “leave the family alone”:
Jessica Klinestiver, sister of Army Pfc. Lynndie England – the woman seen in the notorious photos of the humiliated Iraqi prisoners – informed the world that she’s “proud of her sister and ‘anybody else in the [372th].'”
Will someone please explain to l’il Miss Jessica and her kinfolk the difference between family loyalty and shameless self-promotion?
Not to mention the difference between right and wrong.
Deanna La June Laney, who murdered two of her sons by bashing their heads with rocks, may be headed for divorce court – but not for the reasons you might think.
Continue reading Deanna La June Laney, Update
“Friday Five”, winner of the 2004 Weblog Awards‘ Best Meme category (“a replicating idea that spread about weblogs”), is no more.
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Late Tuesday afternoon, feeling a little tired, I stopped at Craigville Beach on the way from the office to mind the grandkids.
By the time I got to their house, I was a trainwreck.
My grandchildren hovered around while my DIL tried to convince me to get my germ-ridden self the heck out of her house. The oldest, bless his good little heart, tried to convince her that they could “take care of Grandma” while she went about her business, then he made me the sweetest card.
Continue reading Damned Flu