Oh yeah. I woke up this morning to a suitcase sitting next to the back door, and a trail of clothing from that door to my bed. I think I might have been just a teensy bit tired when I got home last night. I would have slept on the plane, but the lady who sat next to me announced she was claustrophobic, terrified of heights, and afraid of airplanes. She was also very chatty, and I did my seatmate-ly duty to listen while she talked the entire flight. Least I could do for somebody who was so afraid of flying, I guess, but it made for a very sleepy drive home from the airport. This last weekend marked one of my favorite times of the year-- REUNION season! In my case, the reunion involved my alma mater London Central High School and a semi-warm city in California. The Bobcats descended on San Diego this weekend for their couple-of-times-a-decade bash.
The school which was open from 1951-2007, is now closed. We Bobcats have become a finite group. But we all seem to be aging quite disgracefully judging by the number of empty adult beverage containers we left in San Diego and the number of new memories we share. This is the best group of people in the entire world, and I love finding out where and what my old friends have seen and done with their lives.
And I have a story to prove how very tiny a world it really is. A couple of months ago, I received an email from a '72 grad who had seen my name on the "who's going to the reunion" list. The name of my hometown caught his eye-- it happened to be a town he lived in for a couple of years as a child. We promised to hook up if we both made it to the reunion, and Saturday night we finally did. I'd asked somebody who'd seen him to pass the message he should look for a six-foot tall blonde-- I was the third blonde he'd tried, hehehehe. Hard to believe that a tiny little town in northern Wisconsin could have produced two graduates from a school half a world away, but there it is.
And, of course, I hooked up with my old roomie again. Dee and I were roommates for most of my senior year and, after losing track of each other for 25 years, found each other just before the school reunion in San Antonio 5 years ago. It's always so good to see her.
Yes. As a matter of fact, she was wearing her high heels for that photo.
I just realized this and it explains alot to me. "Did you ever notice: The Roman Numerals for forty (40) are XL?
A Texas congressman, worried about disruptions at his town halls, wants to weed out people who want to attend but don't live in his district. Rep. Gene Green D-Texas has announced on his website that he will require attendees to show photo identification to get into his town halls to prove that they're his constituents. He said that he's doing so in response to a "coordinated effort to disrupt our town hall meetings."Hmmm. A Dem who wants to require photo ID's to participate in a civic function of our society. I wonder how he feels about voter ID? Oh... wait, there it is... sorta.
His decision drew derision from Republicans who noted that he voted against a Republican amendment that would have required Medicaid recipients to prove they are citizens by showing photo ID. "It’s just a tad ironic that while Congressman Green forces his own constituents to produce photo ID simply to attend a town hall meeting, he doesn’t feel it necessary that people who receive government subsidies should do the same,” said Brad Dayspring, spokesman for House Minority Whip Eric Cantor (R-Va.).via TheHill.com - Rep. Green to require photo ID at town halls.
The following was written by The White House Director of New Media Macon Phillips on the White House Blog:
There is a lot of disinformation about health insurance reform out there, spanning from control of personal finances to end of life care. These rumors often travel just below the surface via chain emails or through casual conversation. Since we can’t keep track of all of them here at the White House, we’re asking for your help. If you get an email or see something on the web about health insurance reform that seems fishy, send it to firstname.lastname@example.org The White House - Blog Post - Facts Are Stubborn Things. So now we are being asked to report to the White House via the innernets any deviation from the Party line. Casual conversation is suspect. Email, especially to a NEW MEDIA type person, must be absolutely terrifying. This is absolutely in-freaking-credible that our Constutionally elected government is asking us to inform on each other, because they can't-- in their own words-- "keep track of all of it" at the White House. Maybe, Mr. Phillips, just maybe we need to appoint yet ANOTHER czar. This czar's job would be to head up the Ministry of Truth. We need to find a way to get a hold on all of this thoughtcrime, these mobs that show up at TownHall meetings, and all the rest of this fishy "free speech" stuff.
Ok, folks, it's been a nice little vacation/hiatus for the last few weeks.... plenty of fun in the sun and laying on the beach in my bikini working on my tan. Well, maybe not that last part, but it's been a good break. Now.... it's back to SCHOOL!! Checking the "degree path" tells me that I have roughly 21 credits to go, so that puts me into Senior standing. Yay! Oddly enough, I am nearly finished with my core classes on this degree path (except for the senior thesis requirement), meaning I will wind up taking a lot of lower-level elective classes to finish this up. In honor of that, today's class is another 400-level: IRLS463 Arab-Israeli Conflict: Contemporary Politics & Diplomacy. The two-paper requirement, one from an Israeli POV and the other from the Palestinian POV, should keep me out of trouble for the next month or so.
Didja ever eat a pine tree? Some parts are edible. I just never thought the BARK was one of those things. It was like watching a Master sommelier at work. In glass... the assessment of the aroma, the color, the full experience of the bouquet.... In mouth... we focus on the feel, we pause to let our taste buds fully experience the texture of the flavor...... I'm guessing this particular tree scored well, as evidenced by the self-satisfied slurp & burp. I guess I should be happy she didn't spit as well. 'Scuse the blurry-- I was laughing so hard that I couldn't keep the camera still.
Fer cryin' out load, to read the blogs today, you'd think Obama was interviewing White House interns. And to watch the news shows trying to exonerate our President from the horrible crime of sneaking a peek at a pretty girl by showing the videotape-- over and over-- that he was really "just turning around to help another young woman up the steps", you'd think he was one step from taking vows of celibacy. On the other hand, there is absolutely no mistaking Sarkozy's scenery check. Vive le difference!!