Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 30, 2007
"It was a year that strode boldly into the stall of human events and took a wide stance astride the porcelain bowl of history.
It was a year in which roughly 17,000 leading presidential contenders, plus of course Dennis Kucinich, held roughly 63,000 debates, during which they spewed out roughly 153 trillion words; and yet the only truly memorable phrase emitted in any political context was "Don't tase me, bro!"
It was a year filled with bizarre, insane, destructive behavior, an alarming amount of which involved astronauts.
In short, 2007 was a year of deep gloom, pierced occasionally by rays of even deeper gloom. Oh, sure, there were a few bright spots:
• Several courageous members of the U.S. Congress - it could be as many as a dozen - decided, incredibly, "not" to run for president.
• O.J. Simpson discovered that, although you might be able to avoid jail time for committing a double homicide, the justice system draws the line at attempted theft of sports memorabilia.
• Toward the end of the year, entire days went by when it was possible to not think about Paris Hilton.
• Apple released the iPhone, which, as we understand it, enables users to fly, cure cancer, read minds and travel through time.
• The plucky, lovable New York Yankees once again found a way, against all odds, to bring joy to the literally billions of people who do not root for them.
• Dick Cheney did not shoot anybody, as far as we know.
But other than that, 2007 was a disaster. American consumers came to fear products manufactured in China, which covers pretty much everything in the typical American home except the dirt. Global warming continued to worsen, despite the efforts of leading climate experts such as Madonna and Leonardo DiCaprio, who emerged briefly from their private jets to give the rest of us helpful tips on reducing our carbon footprints.
On the economic front, the dollar continued to lose value against all major foreign currencies and most brands of bathroom tissue. There was a major collapse in the credit market, caused by the fact that for most of this decade, every other radio commercial has been some guy selling mortgages to people who clearly should not have mortgages. ("No credit? No job? On death row? No problem!")
The subprime-mortgage fiasco resulted in huge stock-market losses, and the executives responsible, under the harsh rules of Wall Street justice, were forced to accept lucrative retirement packages.
So they did OK.
But for the rest of us, it was another bad year. And as is so often true of bad years, it began with ..."
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Wednesday, December 19, 2007
"Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger."– Luke 2:10-12
Monday, December 17, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
I finally had a chance to upload the pics of my recent swaps. (And I've had a terrible time getting the pics to load.) This is a beautiful cone tree topper that Tammy did, and as you can see it's as pretty on the back as it is on the front (with a vintage image of Santa). The pics just do not do it justice!! It has a background of red and white wallpaper, and Tammy has embellished it with tiny flowers, bottlebrush trees, tinsel and even a little bell. (It reminded me of "It's a Wonderful Life"--"Everytime a bell rings, an angel gets his wings.") I've never had a proper tree top ornament, so this will definitely find a place of honor. It is absolutely wonderful, and our tree will wear it well this year.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
1) I could never be elected president, and it's not because I'm not polling well in Iowa or New Hampshire--it's because I wasn't born in the US ; 2) I'm related to Mother Goose, seriously--she was a real person, and our family tree traces back to her family in Boston; 3) I sleep in socks, always; 4) I get motion sickness on a porch swing, so don't even ask what I do on a Merry-Go-Round; 5) When I was a kid I found out the hard way that not everyone can float with an umbrella like Mary Poppins.
So now I tag: Jeannene and Mila, at Love Conquers All, because it's Mila's birthday; "The Samstress" at Gollywobbles; Amy at Crafting by Candlelight; Michelle at Faerie Dust Dreams; Lori at Faerie Window; Kim at Calamity Kim; and Suzanne at Painter of the Past
Sunday, December 2, 2007
The deal was that Friendly was supposed to be an outside cat, but he hasn't chosen to believe that, and finds his way into our house more often than out. I'm reasonably sure he wasn't in the dryer when I put in the wet clothes, and that he must have found the door open and a nice warm bed waiting. From the pic I snapped, he seems not to have been fluffed on the perma-press cycle, but looks more than a little disgusted with me for interrupting his nap. Look out, Friendly, Santa Claus is watching, especially the bad boys.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
P.S. In case you're wondering, our turkey received a name, and a full presidential pardon. Have a blessed Thanksgiving!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
That prompted a call to the vet to make sure all of our pets were up to date on rabies shots. Both cats, who technically are outside cats, were due; so in an effort to save time and gas, I decided to take both at the same time. I enlisted our youngest daughter's help, since the cats are hers anyway. Getting 17 pound "Friendly" (and, no, he's not) in the cat carrier is a feat in itself. And trying to get both cats inside the same carrier, well, not even a possibility. So my daughter and I rigged up a second carrier made with a laundry basket and a towel. An inner voice warned me this might not be the best plan, but visions of Old Yeller were prominently playing in my mind.
All was well on the way to the vet. Apart from a brief encounter with an overly friendly and nosy great dane in the lobby, we made it uneventfully into the exam room; and when each cat was examined, vaccinated and pronounced safe, we headed home. The ride home was a bit different. Little "Tres" [who once was a boy cat until I took him to be neutered and found out "he" was a "she"--which is altogether another post] was not happy, and neither was Friendly. His mournful cries only made things worse, and my daughter struggled to keep Tres’ laundry basket jail-cell intact. Not happening. So she opted to hold Tres wrapped in a blanket. I’m not sure just what happened, but we were almost home when I heard, "Oh man, gross! My leg’s wet," and then black fur and cat urine flew all over our back seat. When the car finally came to a stop, doors flung open and all exited like a scene from National Lampoon’s "Family Vacation." Cats and kids went for the hills, and I went for the baking soda, club soda, FeBreeze, disinfectant, and whatever else I thought might remove the offensive odor. Nothing, I mean, NOTHING helped. I called my loving husband, (who, technically, is at the root of all of this), and he said he had something at his shop which might help. So, with windows rolled down, and fingers pinching my nose, I drove the 2 miles hoping for a miracle. The entire de-odorizing process took close to an hour.
Meanwhile, I received a phone call from my daughter–"Mom, there is something on the floor upstairs that really, really stinks. . ." (Reminiscent of the "Mom, can I vacuum glass" incident.) In the midst of the earlier melee, Friendly had somehow found his way into the house and upstairs, far away from that crazed, middle-aged lunatic who was frantically flinging chemicals at the car. I guess all the day's events–car rides, great danes, vet appointments, shots, cat carrier confinement, crazy women-- had traumatized him, and in an hour’s time he had managed to vomit or poo in every room upstairs. I am an animal lover, but at that moment, if I could have put my hands on some of that tainted cat food we heard so much about in the news last summer. . .
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Golf carts stolen from local cemetery:
Thieves stole two golf carts and their battery chargers with a total value
of $8,600 from the Evergreen Memorial Park cemetery, Atlanta Highway, between
4:45 p.m. Friday and 5:30 p.m. Tuesday, Athens-Clarke police said.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
. . .always creep up on me and I never seem to learn. It's as if someday I'll suddenly discover an extra couple of hours in a day, or a couple of extra days in a month. Hasn't panned out for me yet, though. Where is leap year when I need it? But I have been busy trying to finish some new papier mache guys, and I've also been putting the finishing touches on a candy container for a Halloween swap with Amy at Crafting by Candlelight. Hopefully I'll have pics to share next week.
I did find time for a fun distraction: last night I went to an open house for an exhibition called "Hauntings" at the Blue Bell Gallery in Comer, Georgia. Over 30 local artists were represented and it was a wonderful, fun night. Here's a grouping of some of my papier mache sculptures. (Wish my other pics had turned out better.) Uh oh, I just looked at the clock, and now I'm off to check my calendar to see if October has 32 days.