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For those of us who know our christhetoken and have heard hm exercise his ability to bring on the extreme creative anachronism:

 Last night on CSI, one of the characters called someone "an asshat."

That's right, ladies and gentlemen:  our Token made PRIMETIME!!!!!

dashenka

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In other news, I have come to a decision. I would like to share it publicly as I have thought about it a great deal and it is the kind of decision that I expect to apply to noone but myself. But it is a decision I feel needs to be articulated, one that should be shared.

( It's pretty basic and it's simply this: )

Pictures in a bit. WOW. That was something.

Sherrod Brown, Ted Strickland JOHN GLENN---JOHN FRICKIN' GLENN!!!!!!

Then of course, Biden and the man himself.

Wow.

The last time I went to a political rally during an election year, I went off to see Bill Clilnton with a hand-painted "what a real family values" t-shirt and about five dollars in my pocket. My jaw dropped when I heard U2's Achtung Baby as the warmup music. It nearly unhinged when I stood in a crowd of people and heard someone who wanted to lead our country speak what I cared about. It was revolutionary.

Now, two weeks shy of 43, I've packed ham and cheese sandwiches with fresh tomato from the garden, made potato salad and sliced up some fresh strawberries to snack on while we wait in line to see Obama and Biden tonight. I have also bought two Bakkugan rollers (re: Pook CRACK) and have spent the morning teaching him who Barack Obama and Joe Biden are and what they're doing and why we're going. I have made sure the gameboy is charged, the sunscreen is in my bag and I have batteries for my camera. The car is swept, the Roaring Waters Capri Suns are chilling and we're heading out to wait in line to get in.

The preparation is oh so different from way back then. And honestly, I don't think my jaw will drop this time but if that speech the other night was any indication, tears of joy that someone finally gets it again might be in order. That's how strongly I feel about this.

Wish us luck. Pook's first political rally. Mark the date. The way I look at it, no matter which side of the election you're rooting for, history will be made in November. My son will be able to say, "I was there. I was part of it."

Yeah. Oh yeah.

ayabai

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I break the surface only briefly with an update which is flavored with worry as my darling kitty, our Janie, our dearest baby girl has CRF and is failing quickly. She is already thinner and weaker than when we went to the vet late last week. I am going to take her to the clinic first thing in the morning for an assessment and for some fluids. She's still eating every day--just not much. Our fat girl is down to 9 lbs and her back end is very unsteady. She has been coming downstairs regularly but the past two days, she's stayed up when I've been home. She moves about but her fur looks rough tonight and it's just breaking my heart.

But of course I am not the only one here whose heart is breaking.

Pook asked me tonight, "Is Janie sick?"

I didin't lie to him. I told him that yes, she was very sick. I then considered and told him that I thought perhaps she wouldn't be with us much longer which of course, started tears flowing. I normally let him cry what he needs to out but in this case, I told him not to cry too much yet as she still is with us and instead, here in the right now, let Janie know we love her. He agreed and hugged and kissed her. They are sleeping, curled up in his almost too small bed together even as I write. It's her favorite place now--in with him, snuggled up in the Spider Man tent.

Another week maybe. Maybe a month. My gut tells me shorter.

Oh Janie. Oh dear baby girl.

Current Mood:

worried

May Torvaald Riker meet you at the gates, a +5 Vorpal Disrupting Great Axe of Smiting ready for your use. R.I.P.

Another mystery was that I have wondered what caused me to pick Snowball for the latest member of the family. I am not for adopting puppies from rescues, I always go for older dogs. I also am not a particular affeciando of the Husky breed.

Today, I tied it all together.

( Behold--Snowball sits for a picture )

( Behold--a really wonderful George Rodrigue.  )

( Now just...behold.  )

Yep. That explains some things. Now my choices are find $1600 for a print or some blue dye. Hmmmmm.

::ponders and eyes sleeping dog::

We're home today due to president's day. I'm down sick with Pook's cold but we're having a nice day playing board games, figuring out puzzles and now playing a little Spyro. I took some pictures of the dogs the other day--Max moved too much for a really good shot (drag, I had a beauty) but the white girl reflects so much light--well, that and she's a natural model, sits still and poses when the camera is out--I have more of her this time.

( I now present Miss Canine February.  )

In other news, today is a memorable day because Lucas got up, came downstairs and said, "Mom, can I get myself something to eat?" He actually wanted to get it himself. Just now, I handed him some Yogos and instead of asking me to open them, he went and got a pair of scissors and opened them himself.

I have a suspicion I'm going to LOVE six.

Hope all are having a Happy President's day. I have to go and book the bowling alley for his birthday now so invites can be done by Wednesday. So much to do, so much to do.

( There are some things in life I don't understand--don't claim to understand, actually.  )

I have something to say about the LJ exodus and the latest fandom kerfuffle. In fact, I feel a rant coming on.

( Me? Surpised? Not so much.  )

That was-------------------amazing.

I ihae so much to say but right now will content myself with just feeling blessed Rowling put pen to paper and shared that story with us. With this in mind, I started reading them to Pook today. Started with the Philosopher's Stone, Chapter 1 and so much comes back, even with a little bit of reading.

His turn now. Thanks, JK.

TWO IN ONE DAY???

This is even CLOSER to me.  

I have to get out of here.  OUT OUT OUT.