From his speech at the Dem. National Convention last night, the Rev. Al had this to say about W’s handling of foreign policy and our obsession with Iraq and terrorism:
“How did we squander this opportunity to unite the world for democracy and to commit to a global fight against hunger and disease?We did it with a go-it-alone foreign policy based on flawed intelligence. We were told that we were going to Iraq because there were weapons of mass destruction. We’ve lost hundreds of soldiers. We’ve spent $200 billion dollars at a time when we had record state deficits. And when it became clear that there were no weapons, they changed the premise for the war and said: No, we went because of other reasons. If I told you tonight, “Let’s leave the FleetCenter, we’re in danger,” and when you get outside, you ask me, Reverend Al, “What is the danger?” and I say, “It don’t matter. We just needed some fresh air,” I have misled you and we were misled.”
That’s right, it don’t matter. We were misled. This man makes me laugh.
So I just found this on CNN. How fitting, considering most of my house became furnished this way.
Right, so now what? What the hell was that episode all about? Any takers?
Tom got back in touch last night. The last I saw Tom, we parted ways, he said it’s just not working out and I moved on. Yep. Then I see Alex again, after a long separation. And I promptly fall in love. Then Tom decides that he really fucked up and needs to sort things out with me. Noble. Really. And what timing. Man, three months ago, I would have been all for it. But now, oh goodness.
This is a very bad episode of Melrose Place, I’m sure of it.
*Pay attention if you’re a man who wants to find a way to get your girlfriend to propose to you without actually telling her to do so. *
Last night was Alex’s last night in DE for the weekend. So before we left, we had some good quality time and I offhandedly mentioned that he’d make a great house husband some day. Then I got up and went to do something in another room, and when I came back, he offhandedly mentioned “so what’s the deal with this whole marriage thing anyway?” to which I replied “what do you mean?”. So he busts out with “when are we getting married, when are you going to propose again?” In a nutshell I told him to hold his horses.
This coming from the man who swore he wouldn’t get married EVER. “Marriage is the devil, Becky. The devil. It’s an evil institution. It places a label on me which negates me as a person…it limits what I am able to achieve individually.” These words did come from his mouth (or similar words to that effect).
Huh.
Found at JCO…this is a classic.
(JCO entry dated 16 Jul 04).
Taken from (yes, you guessed it) a CNN.com article regarding a white supremacist movement in Michigan whose meeting venue was torched:
“They think they won,” Mary Marquiss said, adding: “The only way they’ll stop that is to kill us.”
Why, what a good idea! How nice of them to offer.
So more CNN goodness. I’m already registered in MD, but sign me up, man!
So I saw this at Cnn.com today and then it clicked into place why I didn’t get a ticket a few months ago when I was going at the speed of light down 95. I’m an organ donor. I get it, I get it.
Articles like this really make you wonder.
So yesterday, Lee and I went out to look for a battery backup for the sump pump. We hit I think every computer place or battery backup store one could hope to find. After striking out at all of the above places, we hit the boat place on 72. So we got a new deep cycle battery, a bilge pump and a battery charger thingy. So Lee goes to set it all up, and it’s working just fine until he swished around the water in the resevoir in the basement. Apparently something got caught in the actual real sump pump, and it got clogged and broke. So Lee goes back to his house to get tools to fix it, then calls and tells me that his car broke down. So I call the home warranty people, and set up an appt. So then Lee shows back up, unexpectedly, and tries to fix the sump pump himself.
During this time Spike got lost. I looked all over up and down the house trying to find him, to no avail.
Finally Lee does fix both sump pump and the backup, and they work. Still no Spike. So as I’m on the phone with Alex hysterically describing to him that I lost my smallest cat and what am I going to do, Spike just happens to jump onto the dining room table from God knows where looking at me like “Hi mama! What’s up? What’s with all the shouting?”
What a thug he is.
So now I’ve calmed down and my MI has subsided. Thank goodness.
