"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Feeding body and soul
Sunday, and another mixed bag of topics I want to say something about before I forget, topics which taken one by one wouldn’t rate posts of their own. ——————– Switching from snail mail to email for the annual holiday letter to friends and relatives seems like such a bright idea. Until you realize there are […]
Last week a few friends and some lefty bloggers I follow fell for a bogus article about Rush Limbaugh calling soldiers welfare queens who’ve gotten used to having everything handed to them. Hey, I fell for it too, because I’ve said again and again that at some point the Orcs* are going to turn against […]
Yo, scammers, I already know a hot chicks who wear glasses … they’re in my book club, they’re real … and one of them is a biker too!
Good lord, the scammers aren’t even trying any more. And why should they? They could post photos of used Kleenex or sidewalk cracks, ask us to “share” or “like” them to prevent cancer, and most of us would do it.
“Whatever I want” for Father’s Day is turning out to be so much more than I dreamed!
What a portentous title for a blog post! Someone stop me before I start posting “top ten whatevers of 2012” or “new year’s resolutions for 2013” lists. So, no: not looking back, nor will I make promises I won’t keep. Load of bollocks, all that. What’s up today, New Year’s Eve? Later this afternoon I’ll […]
We sent our Thanksgiving guests on their way with full bags and plastic containers, but we still have leftovers. Donna always says I don’t eat leftovers, but that’s not true. I do eat leftovers, especially pie, and I made sure we saved some for ourselves! I’m doing catch-up blogging this morning … i.e., leftovers … […]
And I’m not even going to mention the deserts: Beth’s lovely cheesecake, pumpkin pie, apple pie. Nor the appetizers: beer-boiled shrimp, cheese, olives, crackers, homemade giardiniera relish (thanks again to Beth). Let’s just say we gave thanks for country, company, friends, and family in the grand tradition. Who came to our house? Our daughter Polly, […]