Disjointed Thoughts
I haven't blogged this year about allergy season, and I won't dwell on it much, just in case Heather's still reading this blog; I'd hate to annoy Heather with my stories of stuffed sinuses, sandpaper corneas and post-nasal drip. Just thought I'd mention that.Lazy Sunday. Meghan slept over, and just woke up a little while ago; Emma's been up for a long time. These days, a Meghan sleepover involves two girls sitting side by side playing their Game Boys. I'm not sure I see the point, but what the hell.
Kristi's still lovin' the car. I'll try to get a picture of it sometime soon for blogging purposes. She's now trying to find a home for the old Mazda. She's determined to find someplace to which she can donate it that won't immediately scrap it, and that will put it to good use; she has strong emotional attachments to that car. She thinks she may have found the right place for it. More later on this.
What kind of parents would do this to their child (not to mention the bear)? Was it done for laughs, for profit, or for both? Just asking.
Scooter rightly points out the President's stupidity in riding his bike while listening to an iPod. He fails to point out how completely in character this sort of reckless behavior is, though. He had his dad's rich friends to bail him out all through his business career (which they did repeatedly), and now he's got the Secret Service to do the same during his recreational rides. Even if he were actually a good bicyclist, it would be idiotic. But of course, this is a guy who can't take one hand off the handlebars without running down a bystander. Dumbass indeed. Anyway, he apparently rides the way he governs: listen only to the things he wants to listen to, instead of paying attention to what's actually happening in the world.
I'm guessing there's a disproportionate percentage of Toby Keith songs.
posted by MeanMrMustard @ 8:41 AM
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