Monthly Archives: January 2012

Riddle Me This

Barack Obama’s dad wasn’t born in the USA.  Mitt Romney’s dad wasn’t either.

So beyond the birther thing, why is Obama a Kenyan and Romney not a Mexican?

For the GOP, seriously, which is worse?  They hate anyone not from the South and they hate all of us from the South who don’t agree with them.

They — the GOP — are narrowing it so much that no one can agree with them.

I quite like that.  And I like the fact that Michael Berry is having to fight off Mormons.  Just wait until they find Joe Pags. . . wait, perhaps I should call in tomorrow morning.  It’s an idea.

 

 

 

Amazingly, the Republicans Kept Their Own in Line

It probably helped that the conservative SCOTUS people skipped it.  I’m sure they had better things to do.

The old white guys on the channel I was watching immediately complained about taxes.  Sigh.  Poor little old white guys pay more in taxes that most people earn from their labor.  When will this get old?

It’s clear that they only listened to what applied to them.  It’s also clear that they think everyone listening to them are JUST LIKE THEM when it is clear that is not true.

Mitch (Arab) Daniels was just terrible.  I can’t believe that he said that the president’s family was an “example that was needed” or some such.  Oh, really Mitch, given your family issues?  Really?  Perhaps all blacks should follow your model.  ASSHOLE.

They’re Here!

Here’s Jewel:

I heard about bear.org on Prairie Home Companion.

Congratulation to Jewel!

Hope Nobody Has a Gun

I said no again to the student who failed and wanted to get promoted anyway.  She even brought he brother.

My family is broken but my mom wants to go eat at a steak restaurant.  I know there was a gun in the house when I was younger.  I don’t want to meet my mom this weekend.  Call it avoiding making the news, if you know what I mean.  I think we need a weekend cooling off period.  I know I do.

I got the bed made for the most part.  It took a lot out of me since I didn’t use a square at first.  I had to dig it again.  I got the persimmon in and will get the last 14 pavers to finish the bed tomorrow.

And pictures.

Tomorrow.

I’m just tired after all of the digging.

I’m still checking up on Jewel even though I can’t get the live cam here at the house like I can at work.  I just keep up on the Facebook page.  I hate Facebook, but I am glad it is here for this.

OMG Radio’s Stupidest Picture

Radio, mostly talk radio, is well known for its idiotic portraits, but this one takes the cake:

Does this have doofus written all over it or what?  There is nothing worse than a hanger-on know nothing about music person wearing a shirt that shows he knows nothing about music.   This is embarrassing.

And to think this idiot has people who hang on his every word every day, from early in the morning to late in the evening.  If his boy Rick Perry had done better, he would probably be doing better.  As it is, his book will never be published, he will remain a clown and my god, he will be an idiot.

I challenge even Kevin Whited to explain this photo to me.  Kevin?  Cory?

Bear Cam!

I watched the puppy cam, but this bear cam is all kinds of awesome.

The bear is named Jewel and she is expected to have a litter of cubs some time this month.

She was very active this morning and later in the afternoon she ate some snow just outside her den.  This will be her first litter.

Read all about her and her family at the website.

What a Day

It all started before this morning, but that is where I will start.  I’m having some electrical problems, which I don’t think I will be able to get looked at until Wednesday or later, so I was worried about getting up on time.  I was also worried about my mom’s birthday — it’s her 75th.  I wanted to get her some flowers in lieu of a card and searched for a florist on Westheimer (which will become clear later) in stead of remembering that where I was going at 7:30 this morning was right by all of the 24/7 florists around the Med Center.

This morning was the Urban Harvest Fruit Tree Sale.  We went last year and arrived a little before 9:00 a.m.  That was a big mistake.   This year, Roberto got there at 20 till or earlier.  I got there late because I poked around the internet looking for a florist.  Like an idiot.

In comparing the two experiences, you either wait at the beginning or the end.  I prefer waiting at the beginning.  We had some delightful conversations and advised some newbies.  It was fun waiting in line talking about fruit trees, vegis, pups, varmints, and marathons, among other things.

After a couple of hick-ups, we got in and snagged the persimmon, poms and fig that I wanted.  Paying was a breeze — no line for the prepared and determined!!!!  And I resisted the urge to get more just because I could.

We wrapped on of the poms for mom and then ventured through the streets to the Fannin flower district.  Roberto found the place he was thinking of and we got a beautiful vase with roses and trim for mom’s birthday.  We then set out to find Little Napoli for brunch.

I can’t tell you everything that passed in getting to the point that we agreed upon this one restaurant.  In hindsight, I wish I would have insisted upon my choice, which was Hungry’s.  But that would have made it more of my day than it was.  And as my mother’s daughter, I think it was my day.

I don’t think the restaurant let us do anything Hungry’s wouldn’t have, and the food would have been better, and the atmosphere would have been classier, though the price would have been the same.  This one choice was my mistake.  Had I insisted on Hungry’s, perhaps my oldest niece would have been spared.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I witnessed the first time my mom saw my oldest niece cry and did nothing.  My mom has even criticized my sister-in-law for doing the same thing in the past.  What my mom did was cold and it was calculated for effect.  I know this because I know my mom.

My mom has always made a big deal about her birthday.  None of her children do.  Perhaps that is because her birthday has to be JUST SO, and our birthdays are optional.  Her grandchildren’s birthdays have always been about score keeping between in-laws, so I have been happy as the girls get older and don’t have to deal with that.

After the shaming of the oldest and favorite, my mom was left with enjoying the non-oldest-favorite of her grandchildren.  We went to the Museum of Natural Science.  I asked the middle one if she had learned about the planets.  She knew them in order from the Sun and knew about poor Pluto.

I told them to look for Pluto on the ground.  I asked the littlest one if she knew what a “P” looked like and she promptly told me she was in first grade.  OK sweety!

We had found Saturn by the time my sister walked up after parking, and the middle one showed her Pluto.  We got all the way up to Earth and almost to the sun before we were distracted by the fountain — granny likes fountains — and the coast of Texas.  While we were finding the star for Houston, another little girl somehow joined us as I was explaining it.  She was very talkative, but my littlest niece didn’t like sharing attention.  This happened more than one, and I wonder if my mom felt the same family pull I did, or if she was too into her perceived slight to notice.  I don’t know.  You’d think someone who has been on the planet for 75 years would be the adult and not pout.  You would be wrong today.

We enjoyed the butterflies and the sundial.  We enjoyed the cupcakes and drinks.

When my sister said what is next, I knew she was reaching out for help for the rest of the day, but I could go no further.  My mom is not my problem.  I don’t live with her like my sister does by choice, nor am I her golden one, like my brother is.  I cannot make her happy.

She was not going to be happy today, but I broke that wall down, if for a brief time.  It took will that I possess just a little of.  I pulled in all of my chits today for a very long time.

I really want to send a message to my oldest niece.  She’s not really old enough to deal with what she had to today.  I told her that it would be ok.

Sometimes I don’t know how to deal with adults who just want to punish each other.  I can only do so much.  I don’t really think my mom is worth all of the drama.

 

All I Have to Say about the Republican Debate

Just flip to ABC and see that we’re now down to the serious  white guys.

That didn’t take long, did it?

Clear Channel Texas Goes Off the Deep End

As happens at certain — unusually holiday — times of year, Clear Channel has made some changes.  Here’s my favorite quote:

We heard from KTRH listeners that they wanted more of the Michael Berry Show, and our goal is to provide listeners with programming they want to hear.

Yes, that’s all Houston, San Antonio, Portland, and all the other cities (supposedly being expanded to) need is more Michael Berry.

As someone whose job requires quite a bit of talking, I can sympathize — no empathize — with how Michael Berry will eventually feel about hearing the sound of his own voice.  Unless, of course, that is the sweetest sound to his own ears.  As for me, shutting up for a reprieve is always looked forward to, being that I am not quite so into myself as Berry probably is into himself.

I feel a little sorry for Joe PagLIARulo.  He’s doing everything right :)  He’s even on Talkers Magazine list (Number  57!!!!!  Michael Berry doesn’t even make the list.  Damn, even Chris Baker is on there!) and has subbed for Glenn Beck!  But who is Clear Channel going with to expand?  Michael Berry.

Yes, that same Michael Berry who has hoodwinked Depelchin into letting him do spots for their adoptions, even though he can’t find nery a one American kid to adopt.

Yes, that Michael Berry who has spent the last few months (years?) decrying libertarians and now he is one.  (Take that Chris Baker!)

Yes, that Michael Berry who was stupid enough to let Dan Patrick, of all people, take over the Republican mantle in the Houston area because . . . well I don’t know why.

I still hope to get a galley copy of his new book whenever it is eventually published.  It will already be out of date, much like all of his other tactics.  Face it Berry, Dan Patrick has lapped you several times over.

The New Year Begins

The lettuce.

Little tomato plant.

A little beet spout.

Another little beet sprout.

CABBAGE!

More CABBAGE!

Oh, and some beans.

Fat Toes on the deck.

Baby on the compost bin.

It’s the carrots.  There are some smaller sprouts and I planted some more seeds.

I’ll add more later.