Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!

Tibi gratias agimus quod nihil fumas.

It says "...freedom of...", not "...freedom from...".

Nolite te bastardes carburundorum!

"It's amazing to me how many people think that voting to have the government give poor people money is compassion. Helping poor and suffering people is compassion. Voting for our government to use guns to give money to help poor and suffering people is immoral self-righteous bullying laziness. People need to be fed, medicated, educated, clothed, and sheltered, and if we're compassionate we'll help them, but you get no moral credit for forcing other people to do what you think is right. There is great joy in helping people, but no joy in doing it at gunpoint." - Penn Jillette

Monday, September 3, 2012


What do you call thirteen witches in a hot tub?

A self cleaning coven!
I don't think I can call Sprout a baby any more - she's full tilt toddler, now. Holy carp!
The Evil Genius grew two feet this summer. That may not even be an exaggeration. He needs new clothes. Fun!
I don't know who to vote for this fall. I have even had the thought scamper across my mind that I won't vote at all, that it isn't worth it. No worries - worth it or not, I'm voting. I will not let apathy steal away the one tiny voice I have in regards to running the rotting hulk that was once our ship of state.
I had my first Mormon Missionary encounter a few days ago. Boy, those Jehovah's Witnesses could take some politeness lessons from the Mormons. Nice boys, the Mormons...painfully young and I can't get past the sublimation of women or the magic underwear, but still...nice.
We have an acorn squash plant threatening the house. Inch by inch it is creeping from the compost pile (where it mysteriously sprouted up)(mysteriously because we haven't HAD acorn squash in two years) to the front landing. If it makes it to the door, I suspect it plans to come in and make itself at home, perhaps use the Internet and avail itself of plentiful clean water. Meanwhile, we're getting some lovely squash from it, so as long as it is willing to pay rent, I guess it can have a room. It still has to do a chore, though.
Sprout has a cough. She picked it up somewhere and won't let it go. I keep trying to convince her that coughs don't make good pets, but she isn't having any of it. I think she plans to keep it until it hatches. Sigh.
I didn't water my Christmas Cactus for three weeks. It'll live, but it isn't speaking to me right now. Good thing the other living things in the house have the means to tell me they need feeding, huh?
Sprout has learned how to blow kisses. Good grief.
There's not a zone on my body that doesn't have a twinge, aches, creak, pop, or pain. Is there a chiropractor in the house? One that will work for banana bread and acorn squash?
How're you doing?

1 comment:

Michelle Roebuck said...

The Noodle Dude seems to have contracted a similar viral nasty - fever for two days and a choke-off-your-breathing hairball-esque hackishness... Needless to say, he's NOT at school today.

I blew Mouse a kiss last night as I was leaving his bedroom... He frowned and said, "Why you do dat, Mommy? Dey no candle!" (He didn't realize it was a kiss I was blowing toward HIM!"

My right arms snaps, crackles and pops far too frequently while I crochet... It could practically be used as a metronome.

I'm rather fond of acorn squash if you'd care to impede it's encroachment by passing some along.