I'm outraged that it took the Senator twenty years and six weeks to come up with this statement. Or could he just be speaking like a politician whose numbers are dropping in the polls?
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Every Fall I plant some red tulips in the garden in memory of my Mother who loved the color red. I noticed them begin to open yesterday morning, and by afternoon when I went out to shoot them, the bunnies all had big smiles on their faces and bits of red petals stuck between their teeth...and pollen moustaches. Easy to see the munches already taken out of the flowers. At least I got to look at them for a little while.
As an aside, the Rev. Wright is speaking tonight with Bill Moyers on PBS. God BLESS America.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
So my husband, Handsome Giovanni and I, take a walk to Glarstucks to pick up coffee grounds for the flowerbeds, and eagle-eyed me, Sweet Rapunzel, notices blood in quite an abundant droppage, leading either FROM Glarstucks into the alley or the alley INTO Glarstucks, and I begin taking pictures of it all. In no time, the manager, Barney Rubble comes out and wants to know what I am doing (I get this a LOT)
"Why, I'm taking photos of the bloody carnage that took place here."
"It's NOT BLOOD!" Barney quickly and adamantly replies.
"So, that's your story and you're sticking to it?" Sweet Rapunzel asks as she leads him over to the doorplate and shows him the blood there and on the carpeting inside.
Barney Rubble lights up a cigarette. I continue taking shots to Barney's annoyance (I get this a lot too). When I am satisfied I have enough, Handsome Giovanni and I begin the walk home. You be the judge.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Someone threw out two of these beeeeaauuutiful swivel white leatherette and black wrought iron stools and I am now the lucky recipient! They are going to be wonderful in our garden at my potting table and as a flower observing roost for guests. They are in perfect
condition and I'm feeling really happy about this find. WooHOOOO!
Friday, April 18, 2008
The first thing I see when I begin my walk is this mitten in-a-tree. Innocent enough. All around the park I'm reciting the nursery rhyme 'three little kittens they lost their mittens, and they began to cry' etc etc...when I pass the tree again, and my Brownie training kicks in. There weren't THREE little kittens here, it's clearly a signal from someone put into the Witness Protection Program - a) the mitten is hot pink, sort of a secret code the Program uses (watch for it next winter)...b) it's high up in the tree and clearly pointing North and c) the Witness Protection Program ID bracelet is hanging just behind it (don't ASK how I know about these things, I just DO - you get your new names once you've arrived at your destination). This family member must be cutting secrecy ranks and letting their little playmates know where they've been sent ... more clues..d)they are LEFT HANDED...if i'd had the time, I'm sure I could have travelled in a northernly direction and found more of them until I either caught up with this perp or found him/her in a shallow grave...SOME people cannot be rehabilitated no matter how you try...
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
forget the random cougar and bobcat sightings..I once saw this red pajama clad dog knock a grown man down, and along with his little cohorts completely finish him off and go sniffing for more. Once a red pajama clad dog gets the taste of 'grandpa'...he's never quite satisfied with just kibble ever again.
Monday, April 14, 2008
This is my THIRD TIME. I simply cannot. I know I must. I just don't have the time. I will be there. No parking? Do they KNOW how much parking costs in the city? And the traffic situation getting there? And no camera's which would make this infinitely more enjoyable for me. Bring change for a 'vending machine?' Eeuuuwww. Plus, no one seriously want's 'hang 'em high' ME on a jury. 'Lock 'em up and throw away the key' ME...'Liar liar pants on fire' yelling ME on a jury. Along with the fact that I sleep with an attorney who practices in those very courtrooms. And WHAT IS UP WITH PEOPLE TELLING ME TO DRESS APPROPRIATELY FOR COURT?
Sunday, April 13, 2008
are the worst part of summer Wednesdays. This is their natural state when they aren't blowing debris onto our lawn or picking up sticks and throwing them over the fence or sticking them back into the bushes. Our neighbors are great..their gardeners are not so much. I guess doing their Spring Cleanup pooped them out for about 45 minutes.