January 27th, 2005

Long road home

Ann Coulter, if you're reading this ... you are my hero! :)

I would love to add this to your list of favorite quotes:

"Am I the only person in America who likes BOTH John Kerry and George W. Bush???" --Bill Clinton, at the dedication of his new library.

Answer: Yes. Yes, you lying S.O.B., you ARE the only person in America who likes BOTH of them!!!

Here's a query: what if legislation got passed that said, omigosh, now a person can be elected to THREE terms as President!!!

I wonder who Clinton's favorite Presidential candidate would be then???

(For those of you honestly wondering -- Answer: himself.) (And I seriously doubt he would have anything remotely gracious to say about George W. Bush.)

Y'know, I have to say, for the record ... I was more than a little disappointed over what the President said today regarding the tragedy of the Marines killed in the sand storm. He said, "Yes, it's tragic that these lives were lost; but we have to focus on the --" Aaarrgghhh. Low blood sugar combined with earlier aggravation equals memory loss. I can't directly quote him, but he said something like, we have to focus on the outcome of this war! or something like that.

I was like ... are you kidding me??? That sounded so calloused, even for me. I mean, I defend much of what comes out of George W. Bush's mouth, but I can't defend this one.

What he SHOULD have said: "Yes, this horrible tragedy is incomprehensible ... and all the more reason why we must never take our eyes off the goal of this war, so that those lives were not lost in vain. We must work that much harder and make ourselves that much more dedicated to seeing this war to a positive resolution -- in honor of all our fallen soldiers, the ones who died on this horrible day, the ones who have died since this war began, and the ones who are going to die, because they are much more courageous than most of the rest of us!"
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Long road home

Why I am the way I am

Popcorn. Cinnamon-swirled bread, toasted. Peanut butter. Hot chocolate with about half a cup of half-n-half in it. Oh yeah. The perfect bedtime snack!

I am so glad I don't have an allergy to nuts. I *LOVE* peanut butter. I eat it by the spoonful. Jif is my favorite brand.

When I walked out to my car last night I could not believe how enigmatically cold it was. By the time I put my key in the door to let myself into the apartment building, my fingers had gone beyond numb and were starting to tingle painfully. The onset of frostbite.

But it was the cold itself that just left me awe-struck, more than how the cold made me feel. The neighborhood, the night sky, the air, the everything was so eerily still... as I walked to my car, and I had to walk even further last night due to the fact that I had to park my car so far away, it was then I noticed I was the only living, moving creature out there in that cold, cold night. But the morbidly cold stillness didn't really strike a chord in me until I was turning into my driveway and thought of stray cats and dogs -- there were none. Which is a good thing, I suppose; at least I was hoping the reason for that was because they all found a warm place to stay for the night. I hope.

As I steered my cold, sluggish car toward my garage, down the little dip in the driveway, I thought of Mr. Vander Haag (see story below). When the air temperature is -7 -- not the wind chill, the air temperature -- that is dangerous cold in these parts. Even locals get taken by surprise, year after year. It seems like very few people appreciate the preparation it takes to avoid getting hurt or even killed by this kind of cold. I thought about the folks at the Herkimer apartments. Do they keep up on the weather report now? Do they take even more precautions when the temperature is so cold? Did they learn their lesson? I sincerely hope so. It was very humbling to be able to let myself into my own apartment building last night. I don't think I'll ever forget about what happened to Jerry Vander Haag.

Y'know, the little mood icon at the bottom of this entry is so accurate a depiction of how tired I am tonight it's funny. It's PMS tired that besieges my weary bones. There is no such thing as "too much" sleep at this time of the month. I should strive for that tonight. I really, really should.

You know what I would love to do tomorrow? I would love to get up at sunrise, which nowadays is right around 8am. I am so stinkin happy that the days are getting longer again, I feel like I want to be up to enjoy every spare minute of light that I can. I am so impatient for the magical spring month, March. It is, by far, the most enchanting month of the year. Even though, year after miserable year, it is the source of all my heartbreaks ... I am helpless once it casts it's spell on me. St. Patrick's Day reels me in, followed closely by the vernal equinox, followed by the magic of Easter... ahhhh, the magic of new beginnings as symbolized by the month of March is not lost on me at all. I feel it very keenly; I am charmed by it's power. I would never take a vacation week during that month because I'm quite sure if I left, I would never return. Or if I did return, I'd have to be taken to a mental hospital right afterwards because of the shock of returning to the real world would prove to be too much for my heart.

In the meantime, I'll just brew another cup of hot chocolate and wait patiently for the turn of the calendar that lets me know green things will soon be sprouting on the trees again...
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