“Nothing has been done before and something has to be done."
Right, because... what? Like, Obama has reopened the US consul in Cuba, and increased the numbers of people with healthcare in this country by 20 million, and signed onto an international climate change agreement, and didn't get us into a land war in Syria, and is trying to fix the VA, and is somehow managing to run the government even though the fucking SEQUESTER is still in place so federal budgets have been hobbled for the last four years.
But that's all ... nothing. Right.
Gotta love Jerry Greenfield. Bring some of that ice cream this way, dude.
Instead of ice cream, I may make cookies tonight. Or mix the batter tonight and bake them tomorrow. My nose hurts.
Tonight's dinner was roasted vegetables with organic kielbasa. Pretty tasty!
Real female actors read real casting calls:
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Get ready to burn the world and salt the ruins.
At least after Tuesday Trump and the rest of them should leave Florida alone. Go away candidates!
Today was a day full of suck. No sense in rehashing. Friend's day was full of suck too so I bought a bottle of coconut sake and we heated it up in coffee mugs instead of the sake cups because we figured there was no point in kidding ourselves.
Oh Teppy, I hope the vertigo passes soon.
But that's all ... nothing. Right.
It is refreshing that Hillary and Bernie are embracing the Obama record. It really annoyed me so much in the previous couple cycles when no Dem would mention that he had a record that deserved applause.
I'm about to do some cooking that will involve mixing cool ingredients with my hands. And the cold will linger in my fingers for probably an hour because it is still March (even if I stick my hands in warm water afterwards). I'm ready for real spring, now, and thinking I may have misjudged summer.
Of course, in July, I'll be thinking fondly of the days of March.
Because I'm a crazy dog owner, here's one more family picture of us with Kato: [link] He looks so good in that picture! I just love it.
He's a handsome old pup. I love how he has grey fur down his front, like ruffles on a tuxedo shirt.
Well, fuck. My SIL has been moved to a HQ generic position. The company loves her (hence not fired) but the ongoing litigation makes her toxic to the state with the state agencies overseeing childcare. She's working the hell out of it, but still.
Steph, here's to getting some physician-directed sinus help as soon as you can. Vertigo is no fun.
sarameg, I hope your knee gets better quickly.
Dear Coworker Who Is Old Enough To Be My Mother:
If we are in the house van with a couple of people with intellectual disabilities, please keep your seatbelt buckled until the vehicle is stopped in a place I intend to park. Leaving aside your personal safety, it behooves us to model good safety practices for the people we serve. When I stop the van in the middle of a parking lot and say, "I'm sorry but I have to ask you to put your seatbelt back on," please do not huff and say, "Just pull in to a spot, we're almost there. This is kind of ridiculous." Whereas I agree at the ridiculousness of the situation, you might be surprised at what I consider the source of the ridiculousness. You have by now noted that I will, in fact, not move the vehicle unless I am fairly certain every one inside it is buckled in properly. Something you don't know, and I will never tell you, is that once upon a time our Regional Director took my request to stay buckled up until full stop with much better grace than you.
With all due respect,
Me
