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Meanie

I lost it and said unfair harsh words to my wife who has been fighting a migraine. End result is she’s back in bed in pain when we intended to have lunch together and I’m in charge of all the kids.

I’m going to cause us to lose everything!

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Political

This one is WORTH watching Salon’s ad for the free day pass Reagan blasts Bush

“My father crapped bigger ones than George Bush,” says the former president’s son…
Ron Reagan was much less subtle in his assessment of the Bush presidency, denouncing it as “overly aggressive, overly secretive, and just plain corrupt.”…“My father was a man — that’s the difference between him and Bush.”
“The big elephant sitting in the corner is that George W. Bush is simply unqualified for the job… What’s his accomplishment? That he’s no longer an obnoxious drunk?”
This editor’s note from Salon deserves reprint:
Editor’s note: As the Bush crowd worked shamelessly last week to wrap their man in the holy shroud of Ronald Reagan, the dead president’s son, Ron Reagan, delivered an eloquent eulogy that discreetly signaled his conviction that Bush is no Reagan. “Dad was … a deeply, unabashedly religious man. But he never made the fatal mistake of so many politicians wearing his faith on his sleeve to gain political advantage,” said Reagan at the burial service for his father on Friday, and there was no mistaking the meaning of his words.
Futher quotes from the article least it disappear into archives..
What if a group of concerned citizens approached him and helped raise money for his entry into politics — would that make a difference? “You mean like they did with George W.? ‘Hey, you’ve got name recognition, that’s all that matters — we’ll give you millions of dollars to run!’ Imagine coming to a man with just two years’ experience in public office, and a ceremonial one at that. Imagine installing such a blank slate in the presidency of the United States! This is a regency, not a presidency.

“And they told us, ‘Don’t worry about W. not knowing anything, good old Dick Cheney will be his minder.’ Dick Cheney? And this was going to be compassionate conservatism? Dick Cheney is to the right of Genghis Khan, he wants to drill in your backyard, he wants to deny black people their rights –it was all there in his voting record for us to see. What were we, rubes?”

Special thanks to South Knox Bubba for the exceptional summary and link and of course to Betty Bean that brought it to Bubba’s attention.

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Dark Cloud

The day is going to the crapper already. Late start. Mess of desk knocking things over. Fat fingering the keyboard and making idiotic mistakes. Too much white noise! Ring, hum, buzz. Why do monitors have to squeal? What’s up with that whine a television makes? Why can’t a CPU fan be silent? What’s up with that ringing in my ears when I put in ear plugs? Even light bulbs make noise!

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From the Mouths of Babes

I gave Amy some dry cereal (Cookie Crisp if you call that cereal) and a cup of milk. She runs to the fridge and opens the door saying “Baby milk” and I say “you already have milk.” I close the fridge and she shakes her head back and forth saying “no no no” so I let her open the fridge, get the milk and she takes it to her bowl and cup. I ask “in here?” pointing to the cup and pour her some more. She says “milk cookies” so I concede and pour some milk in with her cereal and she becomes happy.

She’s a riot! This morning has been chatter chatter chatter. “My toy!” “Noah eat!” “alright alright” “hot hot hot” (when the tea kettle whistled) Dad says “No food on the couch” Amy replies “alright” and backs up. “What are you doing?” (to Noah) “My cereal” “Noooo oh”

Amy laid down to eat her cereal and I told her “you’ll spill it” and it spilled all over her. Fortunately I didn’t put that much milk in it. When I fixed her a new bowl she did a dance repeating over and over “Baby cereal” (that could be “Amy cereal”)

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I took a quiz!

My inner child is sixteen years old today

My inner child is sixteen years old!


Life’s not fair! It’s never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something’s gotta change. And it’s gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.

How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Greenplaits gets credit for encouraging me to take this quiz. I anticipate the dialog my wife has for me over my results.

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Goals

a) submit resumes to ads from paper

b) call headhunter re: sales job DONE

c) followup with barter client 1

d) followup with pay comes later client 2

e) give sister some hosting options

f) call techical staffer in NC DONE