This is how it happens, folks. Persons unnamed (as I try to keep the profanity to a minimum), have tacked the bill about drilling in the Alaskan National Wildlife Refuge onto the defense appropriations bill currently on the floor. Next election, anyone who fights that bill now, is going to be pegged as “unpatriotic” because […]
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That’s how many kids I have to withdraw because they are moving or going to charter schools over the winter break. Seventeen children starting over in a new school halfway through the year. I hope, anyway. At least three, I wonder if they will go to another school at all. Let’s see. We’ve got one
Why do cars break down at Christmas? I’m not running all over creation shopping, I’m just doing my normal go-to-work, go-home thing. I’m not being hard on the car at all, why does it break down every December? And why, when it does break down, does it have to wipe out my savings every time?
Hope was on TV today! It’s the second time for her, so I called it her triumphant return, rather than her debut. She doesn’t remember the first time, she was only a year old when she was in a Bookman’s commercial. (Imagine that, we were in a book store…) Today it was the Shop with
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I can make it. One more week. This time next Monday I’ll be home for two weeks, and I can breathe and think and try to figure out how to patch up the sinking ship that is my job. Right now I’m sure there is no answer–but I’m going to have to find one. One
House in good shape, food made, laundry done, child bathed–yeah, you could say I’m ready for the new week. Only if you’re insane. I can’t believe this. Here it is almost the end of the semester, and I still hate my job. It’s horrid. I spend all day running around in circles, I have less
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Not sure I had one before, but I have one now. Sara Teasdale. Check this out: What Do I Care? Sara Teasdale What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, That my songs do not show me at all? For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a
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