Do we really need...
Four wide ones? I mean, quit wasting time. Send the batter to first and move on.
Squirrels? A waste of fur.
Plastic wrapped products that can't be opened without a machete?
Mosquitoes?
Price stickers that refuse to come off glass and ceramic?
Obama-bashing without offering better ideas?
Pockets in pajamas? What, am I going to take my wallet to bed with me?
Palmetto bugs? Ugly little roaches.
Commercials after TDs followed by commercials after the following kick-off?
Pat Buchanan?
Ego-maniacal car dealership owners who feel a need to make stupid commecials?
Cancer? Enough said.
Penalty kicks to decide soccer games? Ridiculous. Play 'til someone scores even if it takes days. Look at cricket matches.
Pat Buchanan?
Grouchy seniors who think they should blog?
Monday, August 29, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
I looked at the clock...4 AM. Why was I awake? Casey didn't jump on me. Maybe the clock bonging on the hour? I feel like I'm sleeping under Big Ben in this smaller house. I hadn't had a nightmare since the night Michelle Bachman announced she was running for president, but there I was...wide awake. The body wanted to go back to sleep but the mind wanted to run laps around my memory bank.
As I age, I marvel at the brain's ability to retain and bring to the surface (at odd hours) long-forgotten people, places and events. I remember the evening my 3-year old daughter, dismayed at her newborn brother's reluctance to tell her "good night", asked if he didn't have batteries yet. There were the trips to the ER with her because she drank "icky water" (lighter fluid we thought but never knew for sure). She fell on a carpeted stair step and opened a small but bloody cut in her eyebrow that required stitches. There was the time she dropped a glass insulator (Don't ask!) and a piece of it bounced up and gashed her leg. That was a fun trip in the ambulance and more stitches. And there was the afernoon I'll never forget at the old Cleveland Municipal Stadium when the same little girl, a bit older, stood on her seat and yelled louder than anybody around us when Frank Robinson (I think it was Frank.) hit a home run. I'm sure she'll remember who hit it if I'm wrong. You know the wonderful thing...she hasn't changed. She grew into a wonderful person who still has the exuberance to drown out everyone around her at swim meets, baseball games and any time Peyton Manning throws a TD pass. She still makes occasional trips to the ER. That's was loving and caring mothers do. She's a wonderful person who enjoys life, a very loving and proud mother, and I love her very much.
So now I will wait to see what my mind comes up with the next time I wake up at 4 AM. If Sarah Palin wakes me up, it won't be pretty. You accumulate a lot of useless stuff over the years - I've got way too many pairs of socks for a retiree living in Florida - but we also store a lot of wonderful memories in the far reaches of our mind. It's fun to wander back there once in awhile and pull them out.
As I age, I marvel at the brain's ability to retain and bring to the surface (at odd hours) long-forgotten people, places and events. I remember the evening my 3-year old daughter, dismayed at her newborn brother's reluctance to tell her "good night", asked if he didn't have batteries yet. There were the trips to the ER with her because she drank "icky water" (lighter fluid we thought but never knew for sure). She fell on a carpeted stair step and opened a small but bloody cut in her eyebrow that required stitches. There was the time she dropped a glass insulator (Don't ask!) and a piece of it bounced up and gashed her leg. That was a fun trip in the ambulance and more stitches. And there was the afernoon I'll never forget at the old Cleveland Municipal Stadium when the same little girl, a bit older, stood on her seat and yelled louder than anybody around us when Frank Robinson (I think it was Frank.) hit a home run. I'm sure she'll remember who hit it if I'm wrong. You know the wonderful thing...she hasn't changed. She grew into a wonderful person who still has the exuberance to drown out everyone around her at swim meets, baseball games and any time Peyton Manning throws a TD pass. She still makes occasional trips to the ER. That's was loving and caring mothers do. She's a wonderful person who enjoys life, a very loving and proud mother, and I love her very much.
So now I will wait to see what my mind comes up with the next time I wake up at 4 AM. If Sarah Palin wakes me up, it won't be pretty. You accumulate a lot of useless stuff over the years - I've got way too many pairs of socks for a retiree living in Florida - but we also store a lot of wonderful memories in the far reaches of our mind. It's fun to wander back there once in awhile and pull them out.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Where is Congress?
Prime Minister Cameron of England is calling back Parliament from recess to deal with the growing riots in London and elsewhere. There have been calls for President Obama to recall members of Congress to deal with our country's problems, but he can't find them. They're all in hiding. Nancy Pelosi is getting her botox removed so no one will recognize her. When Congress reconvenes, look for a shar pei wearing a pants suit. Harry Reid is somewhere leading a seminar on charisma. Addison Mitchell Abraham Mordichai Mitchell is back in Kentucky learning how to talk by moving his lips. He would have made a great ventriloquist. And John Boehner spends his day in front of a mirror practicing saying "no" with a straight face.
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