Michelle was in Waterloo yesterday to announce she really and officially wants to be president of these 57 great states.
In presenting her qualifications, she allowed she was proud to be Waterloo-born, just like John Wayne.
Ooops. She was perhaps thinking of John Wayne Gacy, who lived there for a while. The other one, the one who wore Stetsons and shot movie Indians, was born in Winterset, about 130 miles away.
"Hello Pentagon. This is President Bachmann, and I want you to bomb Ireland. No, wait, I mean Iceland ... errr, Iraq. Wait a minute. We already bombed Iraq, I think. It's Iran. Yes. Iran. Bomb them."
Jun 28, 2011
This young man, 16, is one of the good ones, clean, neat, very smart, personable. So am I wrong in my despair because he didn't know what a Vise-Grip was, or a Crescent wrench?
He's college-bound, of course, and may have been taught to disdain the kids who took "shop," as I was. But years later I found myself living in an enclave of graduate students. When we came back to our trailers from the library, or the seminars, or the part-time jobs, we were as likely as not to get out the tool box and fix the faucets or keep our ancient VW beetles running. We considered that an annoying necessity, but not demeaning, and we were pleased to know how.
He's college-bound, of course, and may have been taught to disdain the kids who took "shop," as I was. But years later I found myself living in an enclave of graduate students. When we came back to our trailers from the library, or the seminars, or the part-time jobs, we were as likely as not to get out the tool box and fix the faucets or keep our ancient VW beetles running. We considered that an annoying necessity, but not demeaning, and we were pleased to know how.
Jun 26, 2011
GOOD Dog!
Among her other talents, Libby has just proven adept at scaring Hell out of the deer who chomp my little trees. That doe cleared a three-foot fence with at least three feet to spare, and I bet she's still running.
Fresh rawhide chewy for you, Little Miss.
Fresh rawhide chewy for you, Little Miss.
Sunday Morning Observation
Eight business suits is too many. Finding long-forgotten funeral cards in two of them is depressing. So is the wedding program for people I didn't even like. Triage is underway.
Further, I'll probably never get around to glung the sole back on the two-tone Sperry Topsiders. Out.
The Pendleton shirt needs dry cleaning.
Essentially, all this constitutes a recommendation against tidying up closets unless you're already grumpy. Why waste a good mood?
Further, I'll probably never get around to glung the sole back on the two-tone Sperry Topsiders. Out.
The Pendleton shirt needs dry cleaning.
Essentially, all this constitutes a recommendation against tidying up closets unless you're already grumpy. Why waste a good mood?
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