I've been trying to write this post for a few days now, but it's been hard.  I'm trying to contain some of the disappointment and rage, but it isn't working very well.  Just let it be said that I will be using the word "disappointed" an awful lot in this post.

Yes, I am disappointed.  I am extremely disappointed that Barack Obama is the presumtive ( Read more... )

 So my new friend, Elizabeth, gave me a call this afternoon, saying, "Do you want to go somewhere this weekend?"  Well, sure!  She wanted to go to Dublin.  That didn't work out.  So now she wants to go to Geneva Sat.-Mon.  It'd be about $500 for the flight and hostel.  It is pretty last minute.  I want to go, but I'm really not sure.  Just pick up ( Read more... )

My dad and I rescued a baby robin yesterday.  I had gone out to cut some irises for my mom, and my cat caught it (there are three babies, and they are just hopping around).  I chased him off with a brilliant combination of water gun and broom and locked the cat in the cat cage.  I then stood guard over the baby until my dad came home.  It was ( Read more... )

New rule:  no talking about crazy people hiding in woods, childhood fears, frightening dreams, or scary movies while on walks at night.  Now to bed.  Goodnight all!

Just had minor almost-panic-attack about being buried alive.  Would I have any way of killing myself so as to prevent slow suffocation?  No, because they'd probably take away my pocket-knife and not leave anything in its place.  This lovely, irrational fear brought to you by William Makepeace Thackeray, who in no way writes about being buried alive ( Read more... )