A Long Day

The Minion is standing to my right, talking into my ear through a paper towel roll tube quoting Monty Python's Holy Grail. "We are the Knights who say'NIE!'" Now it's "This is Sparta!" from "300". Now it's "Voldemort, Voldemort, oh Voldi, Voldemort" ( sung to 'Lollipop'). Somehow I am unaffected because I have had half a bottle of Pinot Noir ( on sale ). I started my day by not warming up the van and stripping the gears on the windshield wipers. We had snow (fuck) and melt, which means frozen blades. You would think I would remember this stuff. Oh no. I flip the wipers on. Bad juju. No wipers. Well, there were wipers, but they were flailing off the van. So then I have to meet the Oil Man at my mother's house at 8am. She'll be released from broken-leg-rehab next week. Her fuel assistance doesn't come through for a few more weeks so I have them put $200 ( i.e 60 gallons) into the tank and hope that it stays warm during the day so when she gets home she won't become statistic. So the wipers. Did I mention the vehicle needs to be inspected by...tomorrow? A local mechanic ( extremely jovial and pleasant for 8:30 am ) says: : "Well, hon, bring it on in at 10:30 and we'll get you all fixed up." And they did. And they inspected the van. Normally I would take offense at the "hon" thing...today I wanted to be a desperate-help me chick. And then I did the laundrymat thing. And then juggled what the frick else. And I remember to buy candy even though we don't get Trick or Treater's ... but you never know. So I get what we'll devour. Oh and I got a screaming headache at 9am. I took Tylenol at 1pm when I got home. Then I made brownies from scratch. Before I opened the wine. What was I thinking? My morning was Hell.

I did not cook dinner. It was "graze" night. I opened the wine. Watched Barack's 30 minutes from last evening on the computer. And I feel that I compressed my 'to-do" list into all day today. I think I need to buy wine more often.

His Pajamas Are Blue

Sky blue in fact! Yes, Barack Obama was in my dream last night; walking around my house in his PJ's. He looked good. He also explained to The Minion why it isn't appropriate to use a SuperSoaker in the house. Michelle and the kids weren't with him. Maybe I was Michelle? Definitely not as interesting as Leigh's dream a few months ago about the photo-op with him and the large Sunday ham, but fun none-the less!

But then the fun had to end. Damn alarm clock.

I Need To Have His Children

Passing the Meme on...

The rules are to answer the following questions in one word ( oops, messed that up ) and then pass it on to seven others ~ so have at it oh 4 or 5 faithful readers:

Where is your cell phone? Don't have one
Where is your significant other? upstairs
Your hair color? Brown with lots of gray
Your mother? Leg Re-hab
Your father? In a lovely Danby marble urn
Your favorite thing? Books
Your dream last night? Can't remember
Your dream/goal? peace
The room you’re in? dining
Your hobby? Reading
Your fear? Heights and deep water
Where do you want to be in 6 years? Financially stable
Where were you last night? home
What you’re not? perfect
One of your wish-list items? washing machine
Where you grew up? Vermont
The last thing you did? MD appt with mother
What are you wearing? sweats
Your TV? off
Your pet? urn
Your computer? on
Your mood? weary
Missing someone? The Minion Your car? White
Something you’re not wearing? Glasses
Favorite store? I don't have one
Your summer? short
Love someone? yes
Your favorite color? Green
When is the last time you laughed? Today
Last time you cried? Yesterday

More Keith

The Dark Side

I knew there were people like this. I am simply astounded though....I think I have permanent jaw-drop from watching these taken at a McCain / Palin events and at the debate.

Watch Here..but have an empty stomach cause I felt sick afterwards. They really, really believe this BULLSHIT.

I Love Keith Olbermann

I think I'd even have his children.

Genocide

Maryam is in Rwanda. Please read her latest post on one woman's story of torture and survival.