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Quoting from this site: Ms Pelosi has vowed to restore civility and ethics in government, saying: “It takes a woman to clean house” – a reference to the corruption seen as widespread in Congress. She has also promised to work in a more bipartisan, co-operative way, contrasting her approach to the past decade that Congress has […]

It’s five minutes to twelve.  The dog is barking his head off because one of my neighbors suffers from premature celebration.  I’m drinking sparkling cider and eating my cheese log, but I don’t much care for the crackers. The past few years, I’ve been positive this was the one.  Things would happen, stuff would shake

So after two “don’t you talk to your brother” hints from family in the last week, I emailed my beloved big brother.  Yes, we do live in the same city, but you have to understand.  He’s busy, and so am I.  (when I’m published, any doubters will know I really was busy!)  (not that D

Well, we made it.  I was worried Hope would know the things I got at the used bookstore weren’t from Santa (a little late, I thought of that…) so I didn’t put tags on anything.  She decided on her own what came from Santa, and the old guy didn’t do half bad.  Since everything she

Wow.  I haven’t blogged three times in one day since…well, I don’t think since right after Chris died.  I blogged an awful lot then. It’s 2230.  I just chased Hope to bed for, I hope, the last time.  She’s determined she’s going to meet Santa.  I’m determined she’s not getting out of that bed again.

Boy, did I wish I’d stayed home today, at least six times…but then I wouldn’t have some neat stuff! We had to do some grocery shopping.  (we got the dog a pillow, too.  Hey, it’s Christmas.)  That wasn’t too bad.  Busier than I expected that early, but not too bad.  Then we went to Office