Wednesday, December 28, 2005
What geeks get for Christmas. My daughters teamed up to present me with a very nerdy holiday. A robe to cover my blogging jammies, and -- the best present ever!! -- a wireless gaming paddle. With dualshock, no less. A new look for the Little Pond is on tap for the New Year. I've asked Karen of Scottsdale to redo my colors and add a totally "pb" touch. More later.
Monday, December 26, 2005
I want to mention Inspired Lighting once again to my readers who use candelabra to mark holidays. These people are filling a real need for those of us with asthma and sensitivity to smoke. They want suggestions as they plan their new product for next year. I personally wouldn't mind a new table wreath arrangement for Advent.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
It's been "Happy Holiday" or "Season's Greetings" ever since I became an adult. Starting at Elmira College, which usually has a goodly Jewish population, and later, when I worked for American Optical in Framingham, Massachusetts, where Asian and Indian ladies detailed their winter lights celebrations, it became a must. Seems all cultures have a celebration of lights for the darkest, longest nights of the year.
And, hey, if you're willing to share your holiday with me, I'm willing to share my holiday with you.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Meet the latest introduction to the Little Pond ecosystem. Her name is Ci Wei, an English rendering of "Hedgehog" from Mandarin Chinese, which we are further corrupting to ki-wi. Something sweetly exotic, so to speak. Her MamaHoglet, our very own VeggieGirl, loves kiwi fruit. Our new little friend bears some resemblance to the EnZedder kiwis. And just as shy and semi-nocturnal, too.
Why, yes. We do have a thing about names in the Little Pond, don't we?
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005. After a long night at the paper, I really didn't need a walk through the mess left by our little nor'easter. But the HuggaMutt insisted it would be fun, and good exercise. And why don't we take the camera on our walking tour?
Friday, December 16, 2005
At 7:45 this morning, December 16, 2005, our little Lovey, grande dame Sophia Nocturna, our sweet Spooky crossed the bridge ahead of us. Her last act was to claim a bowl of tuna water as her own. Dominant to the end. We caressed her face, because the rest of her was too frail. She spoke one last time, and then quietly passed amidst the hubbub of our usual weekday morning. We love her and expect to miss her dearly.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Know what my first reaction was? "Get your tail away from the flame, dummy!" But no. These are from Inspired Lighting, and are battery operated. They are rescuing my Advent wreath. No more asthma attacks from our little Sunday ceremonies.
More photos coming Sunday night.
Friday, December 09, 2005
Now, while you still have your bookmarks up.
I'm too embarrassed to say how much time I spend on the Internet. Or how long my list of bookmarks is. Or even mention that nearly all my bookmarks have links that I regularly follow. Or that I visit my own blogs to follow even more links, to some of my blogging buddies.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Grampa gave me something else. The shock and horror of the magnitude of the tragedy was made crystalline to me on September 11, 2001. Grampa had already gone to two wars, WWII was not to be his fight, except on the homefront. I was never even fit for the Peace Corps, but I adopted its philosophy on the homefront. And this also was through my Grampa's example. That's a whole other posting someday.
Funny how the anniversary of the Attack on Pearl Harbor makes me remember and appreciate anew my Grampa's contribution to the war effort. Because that contribution surely lives on in all his children and grandchildren. Those left behind do contribute: it is up to each to decide if that contribution is positive or negative. Even if we only welcome our returning soldiers and congratulate and thank them for their sacrifice.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
...it's worth overdoing!** Ellie's dressed for play in the snow. "More sweater than dog" was the verdict of a disapproving neighbor, but I insist on knowing for sure than she's not chilled. But the way, we are busily overdoing the Christmas decorating, and photos will follow later tonight. I promise! Click for link to our photo blogsite.
**Time Enough for Love, Robert Heinlein.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Twice, no, three times I left money, checks, check card, or a combination of those three in my car. I never do that, but I've been exhausted at work with no energy left for memory or good sense. In two raids, all three exchange media have been stolen from the front seat. And no, I didn't lock the damned car. That would have required enough psychic energy to engage brain, memory, and small motor skills, all of which are still spazzing out on me. The first theft would have been enough to prevent the second, except that I was convinced that I simply lost the checks. Already the memory was in shreds. The deja vue feeling of the second theft convinces me the check disappeared at the hands of a local walker. Expensive lesson at a time I'm too tired to absorb it.
Poisoning was surely part of the problem. Quiznos came to town. Their menu is extensive and somewhat differently focused than that of Subway. But similar to Charlie's, where I've never had a problem. Anyway, I had the steak sub. Just yummy, but apparently the sauces have some sort of MSG. Lost about five pounds in one long, hard night of work and running to the ladies' room (on the other side of the building). Like a dummy, the next day I celebrated feeling better with orange juice (I must remember the hives and sore throat...) and vodka. Did you know you can vomit bile from deep within the recesses of your bowels, like a cat? Once the stomach is empty, it has to come from somewhere.
But I'm better today. Just a little lighter and washed out and twitchy; the MS is flaring up from all the nerves. I'll live, but I won't like it for a while.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Looking for winter in 60 degree heat? We got a start on decorating right after Thanksgiving. Nothing's really up to snuff outdoors, but I think that's just the lack of snow and cold. Besides, Husband RJ only just begun to hang the tinsel and lights. Go to the Photos blog for more. Or don't--if you are already soured on the season. Your own fault for insisting on doing the Black Friday thing.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Advent in silver and blue. This is the one time of year I'm not fond of my wallpaper. Determined to decorate appropriately, yet regretting even my favorite selections.
The couple on the left are Cecilia and Stephen Baker, my folks at the wedding of yours truly and Husband RJ, June 1980. The duotone at right represents the Daffodil Mart in Virginia, I think, during the 1960's. Don't know the children.
Calling all cowboys (and cowgirls?)! Got a question for you on the MSCompanion site.
Friday, November 25, 2005
...immediately for your first official infusion of Christmas spirit in the Little Pond. Courtesy of Criminal Grace. We are hanging our wreaths today. Husband RJ has already decorated the stockade fence in the back yard. Nothing effusive, just a start that's not ready for photos. So get going!!
Spunky Spooky made it to Thanksgiving just fine. She eschewed the heating pad setup under the computer for a place in a sunny window. A few T-Day photos here, and yes, Bad Boy Bubba is on the freshly set table. He is very interested in all the niceties we accord the aging female, usurping even her heated nest under the computer desk. So naturally she's jealous of our fancy feast, thinking he's getting something special.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
No problem: the people in the stores are in a festive mood. And I'm in no hurry.
What a lovely quandary! My biggest problem this year is how to have a touch of everything without indulging in too much.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your loved ones.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Let's start with a sweet photo taken by Jeff Richards to hightlight a followup to the SPCA Hurricane Rescue. Been linking to the Elmira Star-Gazette regarding our wonderful SPCA folks going to the scene of the disaster and returning with rescue dogs.
The latest installment is here, with a new batch of puppies being born to a rescue GulfGirlie. You know you want one, but can't come to the SPCA in Big Flats, New York to claim him or her. But a donation would go a long way to "virtually" claiming one. They'll get mine, for sure.
Meantime, how about a mini-pet-fix? Our StarGazette Online Gallery runs them regularly. All locally owned and loved by super Southern Tier pet lovers. I have the pleasure of seeing them as I tone the photos for the press. (The photos on the site are untouched by me.)
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Picasa's giving me no end of problems today, so I'm sending you to Webshots. It just gets easier and easier to use. Too bad our Compaq is on its last legs. Oh, well, Christmas is coming.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Four cups diced summer or petit pan squash. If using petit pan, puree the tough little fellars. I pureed the whole lot.
Baby peeled carrots, sliced the long way.
Large yellow onion, cut very coarsely. Maybe making rings, if you like that sort of thing in soup.
Large red potato, washed and diced. Leave some big chunks for the guys.
(If you insist, you can add celery and garlic. For VeggiGirl, nothing is soup without garlic. Heck, nothing is worth eating without garlic, in her book.)
You can throw them all into a crockpot and walk away for a few hours, or you can toss it into a microwave-safe, covered casserole and nuke them for about thirty minutes. Either way, start with a non-stick spray coating, and add about two tablespoons vegetable oil. I use sunflower or olive oil. (My mother would have started with salt pork and bacon, but hello....we're already on blood-pressure meds.)
Add a can of whole kernel corn, liquid and all. Some fresh ground pepper (and salt for you lucky, lower blood pressure people!) To make it pretty, thinly slice a baby-sized zucchini and drop it in. Let it cook until the zucchini is al dente. Yep, just like pasta.
Adding cream (or non-dairy creamer) is de rigeur for traditionalists, but I didn't really think it needed it. A sprinkle of sweet, Hungarian paprika makes it look fancy.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
A quick tour through the West Elmira neighborhood yields this, the first decorated home of the upcoming season. Generally the older folks will hang the boughs early, to avoid working in the bitter cold of late November.
Want something a little more seasonal? We walked along the levee to see the Chemung south of Water Street.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Classy-looking in a taupe tuxedo, one of my favorite birds is featured in Shelley's Birding post at Burning Bird. Husband RJ liked it so much, he insisted we set it as wallpaper. And then I had to give my two cents' worth on the Apple/Microsoft post.
But it's Sunday, and appropriately enough, our local Elmira Star-Gazette had a page dedicated to the unfolding controversy regarding gay priests in the Catholic church. Can't thing of anything that makes me angrier, or sadder. Centuries, of honest, holy service denigrated because the actions of sickos. Sexual abuse is never about sex, and always about power. Appalling.
Update: The local diocesan newspaper, the Catholic Courier, features a column by Bishop Matthew W. Clark. This week he addresses the situation is a carefully worded assertion of his own views, and how they relate to homosexual priests in our own diocese. The message resonates again and again: "We deeply value your ministry." Sexual maturity is the important issue facing seminarians, not sexual orientation.
Exactly so: celibate chastity is the commitment required of any Catholic religious, regardless of orientation.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
AaronsCC Deck of Bloggers is accepting votes. Please go vote for Sisu, in the left hand column. I already have, and will not be blogging today because that damned garage is still not fully cleared for winter.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Josephine especially looked forward to embracing both her brother Henry and her beloved John. The bloodshed had ended and Europe was at peace.
Only my grandfather John returned safe. Henry died the day before the Armistice.
My father Stephen entered the Army Air Corps, during World War Two. One can only imagine my Grammy’s suppressed fears and hidden tears. He was so young he required parental permission to enlist. She must have only very reluctantly given hers.
What courage and grace in adversity! My gratitude and reverence grows as the years pass and my family becomes all the more precious to me.
Thank you, Grammy. And Grampa. And Dad. And Great Uncle Henry.
How about a hero from after the Civil War? The groundswell is building, especially around Elmira, New York, to recognise this extraordinarily unselfish man.
And a lighter note: visit this site for its latest "Five on Friday.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
My Grampa's engagement book. A gift from his widowed mother.
There's one entry that catches my attention today. Saturday, July 1 (1916):
"Saw the ocean again."
A young man, away from home, facing unknown, but certain, danger. A view of the ocean would be refreshing to the soul of a New Englander. All the more so for a young man from Manchester-by-the-Sea, Massachusetts.
I will post again for Veteran's Day. Some links for the meanwhile:
Friday, start the day with Five on Friday. I found this when I was trying to locate my post on earworms. I intend to visit every week. Here's another that's lots of fun, especially for the bloggers. Thanks to LaShawn Barber.
It's not blogging, if I don't visit my Everloving Blogmother, Sissy. And she has a new subject! Or rather, Goomph does.
And if you want more of Veteran's Day, it's being celebrated to the max at the Cotillion. Because Elmira, New York is home to Woodlawn National Cemetery, we are always in touch with our military past. The price of freedom is always close at hand here.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
You must click over to Shelley's lovely photo essay at Burning Bird! Lucky for us, she's been traveling again, this time by train. As always, you'll be able to click directly on a link for a Flickr slide show. But read the whole thing for what sounds like some very uncomfortable traveling conditions. More photos, too.
So how do you like PeeBee? My Avatar was born in 1999, created by Jon Miller, an online artist in Upstate New York. I believe he has at least one site, and I will post the link when I find it. Like many of my coworkers, he is an avid video game player and a lot of his artwork gives away his fanboy-ness. And I mean that only in the nicest way. Being a fan-girl and all.
I never did play online, though, so I've never before posted the avatar. Don't care to do battle with the game hackers, and I'm way too attached to my games to lose them to some addle-pated idiot who wants to show the world his hacking skills.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
I am especially pleased to link to Human Nature Nuggets on my walking-tour blogs. The forum style gives commenters the center stage and everyone is encouraged to contribute. Every little bit helps, and people are wonderful in their generous contributions. Congratulations, Darlene. Hope Human Nature Nuggets is as popular as NatureInfo.
Friday, November 04, 2005
Perhaps a little distance from the subject would have made me like the book more. Born in the early 1950's, I remember some of the stuff, left over from the Post-War period. Makes it a bit less hilarious, mixed with some bad memories, I guess.
But the Gallery of Regrettable Food left me helplessly giggling for days on end! I also remember some of that crap, but am somewhat less traumatized by it all. And Interior Desecrations was a hoot--an excellent followup: of course it helps to have a sister who is a professional decorator. All the above books are reasonably priced and shipped immediately.
If nothing else, spend a few hours on the website. My favorite is the section on the Gobbler.
See, BlogFather? I love you, even if you do not acknowledge me.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
So naturally I am gaining weight again. The cure is exercise and activity. Both of which should no longer result in a huge coughing fit, followed by minutes of gasping and panting.
Primed the porch deck this morning. The sun was gorgeous, and awfully hot for November. The awnings are cleaned and tied up for the winter, and the light is streaming into the front windows unobstructed.
So naturally the streaks are painfully obvious: it's time to clean and wipe the windows. Fall cleaning is in full swing. Thank heavens I have my daughters who gladly take (nearly) anything I wish to toss. The rooms should be lightened of clutter before the holidays.
We are trying to divest ourselves of all the extras that were accrued for the sake of the girls. I am not a packrat, but Husband RJ is. Multiple Sclerosis makes me clumsy, and I find a sparer home is easier to navigate. Out goes anything we won't be using!
So naturally the garage remains stubbornly full of the (you guessed it!) girls' stuff. Let alone anything we would need to add. Oh, I don't know, maybe a car or something. Rain or shine, the garage gets it this weekend. If rainy, I will make a few trips to the recycling/milling center. If sunny, an impromptu garage sale is in the offing. With "Free--You Haul" items only. First come, first served. The garage gets emptied before the first snow. That's the drop-dead bottom line.
So naturally I'm getting tired just planning it. Ugh.
(But it's not all work: took some time for a pet shoot in the sunshine.)
Monday, October 31, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
I can't believe that someone once described her as "that ugly cat." My little Lovey, my Sophia Nocturna, Spooky is declining. We will keep her warm, listen to her wheezing, and remember that we haven't much time left with her. Thank goodness the tide seems to be going out easy. She's happy and comfortable, and not at all worried about the way we are.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Update: No sooner kvetched than cured! Time alone seems to have effected the needed change. What do you think of my new pic?
Other update: I forgot! I wanted to offer the rest of the shoot for your perusal.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
I am extremely gratified to find and be able to present these eulogies in some of my favorite blogs:
To a worshipful America, she became a National Treasure. A touchstone for human rights activists and for anyone who ever had to suffer any indignity, and finally struck back in a small, but decisive way.
Thank you, Rosa. Rest in peace.
This week my BlogFather, James Lileks, is birthing a new book. Gotta have one. I am, after all, a Mommy.
Cats! Cats! Cats! Always at Sisu, who directs us to the 83rd Carnival of the Cats!
And finally, it's time to get in the mood for Halloween. I'm grabbing my long, black Phantom of the Opera cape and heading to the Cotillion. Don't you just adore their way with graphics?
Who says there's nothing to do on a rainy, dark Tuesday in the Northeast? Not I.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
And you can thank Karen at The View From My Chair. Or blame her.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
This entire affair is a heartbreaker. These little fellows look hurt and hopeful. Don't you just adore Crystal, the Pink Pit Bull? And what about Cat2, eh? But I love them all, and send prayers through St. Francis of Assisi that they find their owners, either original, or new and loving.
Related note: I think it was Shelley at BurningBird who cautioned against taking all comers when offering aid to the Katrina refugees. Well, we got the local proof right here. Even the family of the impostor seem astounded.
Monday, October 17, 2005
But... I spent a significant time on the Net. Even in Da Glow. So here are those that really spoke to me:
Get thee to the Cotillion were all the cutey-pie guy-bloggers are having a beauty contest. Inner beauty, that is. You will be asked to vote. Please do so quickly; results will be posted tomorrow.
My favorite: Citizen Grim of Right Hand of God posts a wet-yourself-laughing translation of the infamous Zarqawi letter of late. Definitely got my vote. Second choice was a touching tribute to a fallen friend by Danjel Bout of Thunder6.
Which got me thinking about old friends, so I wandered over to LaShawn Barber who had gone GodBlogging and came back with a sort of Manifesto. This excellent document fits all Christians, and reminded me of my own lifetime conversion through the Catholic Church. So...
...I popped over to the Happy Catholic, who's counting down to Halloween. The Catholic church prefers to emphasize All Saints and then All Souls, preparing us for our own special Saint's day, when we pass on to the loving arms of our Lord.
The date of our death becomes our own Saints' day when we pass on. But in the here and now, we'd rather celebrate our birthdays. So a very Happy Birthday to our Baby Sister in blogging, Karen of Scottsdale. She's feeling the weight of her years, poor baby. Stop by and log some encouragement in the comment's box.
Finally, Happy Sukot to (and from!) David at Rishon Rishon. Because it's already tomorrow where he lives. And because "Sukkoth," as I knew it, was the first Jewish feast I learned from the Synagogue next to my appartment complex in Annapolis, Maryland. My then-baby MammaDog would watch the children decorating the booth that faced our appartment. Happy Sukkoth to all my Jewish friends and neighbors.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Yesterday I bought my EQ2 heat booster at Chase-Pitken. I also picked up some of the weather-stripping and other winterizing supplies to start, at least, in the house. So putter, putter, putter it is. Either that or eat, eat, eat. And I already have a good start on that. But yesterday I also visited with Bill at Westside Wine and Liquors. He sold me a six-pack of K Draft Cider. Who knew that cider comes in six-packs? Perfect for sweet desserts or salty snacks. Hope to create a Thanksgiving drink with it. Hmmn...some experimentation, perhaps?
Never mind. Start with a nap, and take it from there. Probably clean out the treasure chests in the North Crater, Final Fantasy 7. Making sure all playables have their limit breaks before returning to the Battle Arena in the Gold Nugget amusement park. Gotta stop that psychotic, nearly-omnipotent Sephiroth!
But freedom is not free. After a joyful birthing come the growing pains. It's important to visit with Afghan Warrior, to get a feel for the tough road ahead for the Iraqis. Still, it's Al Qaeda's worst nightmare: their very own Domino Theory coming true, courtesy of the Alliance!
And finally, because you are an avid reader--we all are!--the bibliophile's bible quotes. Love the Happy Catholic's slant on religion. The gift of tears is a holy and wonderful thing, but, Lord, I'd much rather laugh!
Friday, October 14, 2005
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Expect traffic also around the local Jewish houses of worship today. Foot traffic, that is. Rishon Rishon almost always obliges with a needed explanation of why our neighborhood synagogue is busy. A related story can be found at Winds of Change. The older I get, the more I appreciate stories of conversion. Catholics have always been encouraged to view conversion as a lifetime endeavor. Apparently, some similar thinking circulates through the Talmud, too. The pith of this link is actually here, and is the most beautiful reflection on life and its cycles that I have ever read.
Speaking of conversions, Dr. Adams spells out his own, to Conservatism, that is. In many ways, his gradual conversion mirrors my own. And he is a pleasant and well-groomed young fellow, easy on the eyes, if somewhat prickly to the mind. Wish he'd blog more.
And finally a light note: Perils of the Webcam from Karen of Scottsdale! Why I will never, ever have a webcam or videophone in my home. Our home is too private, and I can get careless, too.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
WHEN YOU vacuum and they scatter, DO YOU try to herd them away from where you're vacumming next, even though that's where they invariably go?
WHEN YOU find a new chewed spot (on furniture, walls, woodwork), DO YOU let them "finish the job" before you repair it, even though you know that encourages them?
I feel like such a sap confessing these, but I expect I'm not alone.
Friday, October 07, 2005
Thursday, October 06, 2005
If there are sixty to seventy Iraqi battalions capable of fighting alongside coalition forces, and a few others who fight on their own, and even plan forays and strikes, well that sounds like progress to me. And these are people becoming self-sufficient, solid freedom fighters.
Hmmm, maybe WE really are winning.
And just a touch from the homefront: A short item from a new translation of the Bible. Hat tip to the Happy Catholic.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Of course you can. Are you watching, Rachel? See the line coming off the upper left side? That's GrandDog Ellie snuggled under the KittyWalk and visiting with Bubba. I'm not imagining these things, or setting them up, I swear. Can't get a decent shot, because they heard me shoot and came towards me.
Okay, for the rest of us, especially the Medifans, Grand Rounds is up at GruntDoc! No permalink today for that, because I insist you scroll down to his other goodies.
Finally the Cotillion has lots of good partying going on. (And only one link for the new SCOTUS nominee, please.) Me? Off to Save the World from the evil industrial empire Shinra...
Monday, October 03, 2005
Sunday, October 02, 2005
But saints are not elected to the papacy, even though the papacy may occasionally carve out a saint. Can time ease this situation? Is there time enough?
When I was a young woman I considered leaving the Church, but it was just too painful to give up that part of me. There are lots of things I don't like about my country, and I will not leave. But the Church?
This post is full of question marks, but one thing is certain: This situation could ruin the Roman Catholic Church. At least for me.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
"Jesuit Official Protesting Vatican Ban on Gay Priests." Tells of "...the great harm this will cause many good priests and the Catholic faithful."
The New York Times has a link with a lot more information about Fr. Gerald Chojnacki's response to the proposed ban. Some very brave, morally strong protesters are going over to talk to the Vatican about its folly.
Listening, Rome? Hope so.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
"You can't get married because you can't have sex.
And you can't be a priest because you can't be celibate either."
Pretty much says it all. It took 2,000 years for our Church to decide to exclude a very large number of its hierarchy and faithful?
Please say it isn't so.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Pedophilia is a crime of power abuse. Nearly all sexual abuse is. It is not about sex. It is about power.
Because the Church considers homosexual behavior to be a disorder, it is looking to clean out homosexuals. I have a question for the Roman Catholic (or is it the American Catholic?) leadership:
Shall we wipe out upwards of 10% of the church hierarchy? Shall we eliminate up to 10% of humanity from the Book of Life?
When our leadership gets over its homophobia, then maybe it will set itself to the true task. Then it can train priests to be protectors of their flock. Not leaders, but servants. Precious lives are not theirs for amusement and ego-glorification.
When I think of all the saintly priests who have gone before, dedicating their lives to service, I feel sick for their memories. A celibate priest is not a sexual abuser, regardless of his orientation.
Get some competent advisors and get over it. A witchhunt is not the answer.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Both Sissy Willis and Shelley at BurningBird alerted us to the dangers facing the pets victimized by Katrina. Got a forwarded note from an animal rescue organization at the scene:
Speaking of rescues, time is running out for animals still in the city. But we still look forward to more and more rescues - especially since many more people have now been finding their way into the
city on their own, and simply putting out food and water until more help arrives. That, in itself, is a major blessing for animals who have been struggling to survive for just on three weeks now.
Grand Rounds is up! Thanks to GruntDoc for the tip, as always.
Afghan Warrior has the local take on the Parliamentary Elections in Afghanistan. Looks like Al Quaeda being roundly ignored. Let's hope their glory days are over.
And save your last dance for the gals at the Cotillion. Their Late But Always Great Edition.
Ellie needs a walk, and I need breakfast.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
For those of you who wanted my take on current events, scroll down: I'm ignoring them in my blog. Visit my Everloving Blogmother for just about the only dissenting view on the Crescent blooper. Keep scrolling; she's like a voice crying out in the wilderness. (Give'em hell, Sissy!) And almost all of my sidebar links will at least touch on the Porkbarrel/Katrina Aid outrage.