Take a leap!
Have you ever pulled everything out of your clothes dryer, folded it all, then found a leftover sock? It happens to me all the time and invariably leads to a big hunt. I thought that obsessive hunt for the sock was a pretty good analogy for all the peculiar little things that embroil me from time to time. Anyway, I thought the blog medium would be a good way to keep track of all these "missing socks!"
Wow, the blustery entrance so often attributed to March came a couple of days early to Central Florida.
The conservative movement in America has lost one of its most distinctive voices today with the death of William Frank Buckley, Jr.
I stayed up way too late last night watching ABC's tv adaptation of the old Broadway play by Lorraine Hansberry. For ye trivia buffs, the odd title comes from two lines in an even older Langston Hughes poem: "What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?"
In case you missed this weekend's Saturday Night Live, Mike Huckabee once again demonstrated his trademark self-deprecating humor as a guest on "Weekend Update" with Seth Myers and Amy Poehler.
Was it just me, or was the joke about Super Delegates a subtle swipe at Hillary Clinton?
Well, it was a yucky rainy day down here in usually-sunny Central Florida. So, yours truly ended up watching CSPAN.
I don't think I have to explain why the following quote from Albert Einstein sprang to mind after watching last night's "debate" between Barack Hussein Obama and Hillary Rob 'em Clinton:
I am so angry with NYT editor Bill Keller today, I could just spit nails.
I was only a punk kid back in 1983 when President Ronald Reagan introduced the concept of a "Star Wars" defense program.
A fine line between cheeky and saracastic, that is.
On this Presidents Day, I am somewhat dismayed to hear modern polls show George Washington slipping in the rankings of our nation's greatest presidents. Modern revisionists have foisted the undeserving Lincoln and FDR to the top of the pack.
Is anybody else out there in the blogsphere as offended by tonight's broadcast of 60 Minutes, in which Morley Rigormortis trumpeted the country as Denmark as the "happiest in the world?!?"
I'm enjoying a quiet day up in Tallahassee today, visiting with Gaga Lois and her daughters Joanna and Patricia.
I guess I just like quoting the great Willie Nelson.
Ok, I don't want to engage in the debate over whether or not today is a holiday manufactured by Hallmark and the candy industry. Truth be told the Roman Catholic Church kinda invented it themselves to supercede the ancient pagan fertility festivals. Whatever.
This picture really has nothing to do with my post today, other than it makes me wonder if our local weather prognosticators drink their own bath water, too . . .
That was the actual heading to Mike Thomas 's column in today's Orlando Sentinel. Gotta love it!
My cousin Joanna has taken her mother (affectionately known in family circles as "Gaga") into her home after noticing a decline in her health over the Christmas holidays.
Ye socks who have been checking this dryer for a while now know that my father passed away last March.
I've got to get to bed, so can't stay up to see how exactly Washington state is going to go. But, the margin between Mike Huckabee and John McCain is razor thing out there.
For ye socks unfamiliar with Lone Star politics, Rick Perry is the Governor of Texas. He succeeded George W. Bush about the same time Mike Huckabee started cleaning-up all the Clinton debris in neighboring Arkansas.
Mitt Romney finally learned that lesson. Unfortunately, it was a lesson that cost him an estimated $87.6 million -- much of that his own money. But, I guess he could afford it.
This one kept me up way past my bedtime for a typical work night, but it was well worth it. It is entitled "African American Lives 2," by Harvard history professor Henry Louis Gates, Jr.
To Mitt Romney: "West Virginia Mountain Mama," by John Denver. And, if you'd like a little cheese with that whine, we'll see what we can do for you in that other W state of Wisconsin . . .
To John McCain: "Georgia on My Mind," by Ray Charles. Close, but no cigar.
To Wolf Blitzer: "Tennessee River," by Alabama. Aren't you glad you didn't call one state before all the precincts came in?!
To all the prognosticators (especially Gloria Borger) who said there was no other alternative for conservative Republicans: "Sweet Home Alabama." I'll let them choose their own cheesy cover band.
To Hillary: The N'Sync song of your choice, since you look like Lance Bass in drag.
And, as the results tonight looked so good for Mike Huckabee, I'd also like to send this one out to all my Cajun friends who will be voting this weekend: "Louisiana Saturday Night!"
Get down your fiddle, and take down your bow, y'all!
For ye out-of-town socks, today's post is going to be something of a disappointment, I'm afraid.
Okay, I suppose I could have typed that headline without the exclamation mark.
That's the title of the worst piece of garbage Blockbuster has ever sent me for home viewing.
My cousin Patricia asked me to meet a locksmith over at her mother's old house in College Park today. Of course, I was glad to oblige.