I was going to dress up as a Tea Partier for Halloween, but I had to give up on that idea. I kept spelling my protest signs right.

Yes, I know I've been home  a week, and I'm just now getting around to posting. My life is a rubber room, and I've been busy bouncing off the walls---lots of motion, but not getting much of anywhere.

( It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. )

Thoughts, like butterfly wings, beating against the window, aching from the effort to be freed.

Okay, there’s my hokey metaphor for the day.

Rather pretty, though, eh?

Now on to the bulleted list. I love my bulleted lists. I’m just goofy that way (and yes, I guess I am feeling a bit sunnier today. Thank you,
dirtyolman. You are wise and kind, and funny, and I ( Read more... )

Yes, you read that right.

I've written about my mom's cousin George here before. He's my mom's ultra conservative and very fundamentalist first cousin. Although he doesn't send quite as many as he used to, he still sends frequent email FWDs that are usually of a fundamentalist or conservative political nature, or he's passing on the next dire ( Read more... )

I'm dense. It's taken this long to figure out just why I have such mixed feelings about Steve Irwin and his death. It's about my dad.

Most people who read this know my dad was a zookeeper. He worked for the Detroit Zoo for more than 30 years, most of that time spent working with the big cats. In his early time there he spent several years working ( Read more... )