Wonderland or Not

New Years Resolutions, yada, yada, yada.

1.Throw away all underwear with a propensity to slither up the crack of my butt.

Done.

I’d consider that a pretty successful day, and you?

2. Stop reading the news. The only word I’ve learned is “surge”, first Iraq, then Huckabee, now Edwards.
I wonder if the surges here will be as much of a technical failure as the one in Iraq?

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I’m going to merge a bunch of overdue processes here.

The lovely Hanna tagged me. I expect her to house me when I arrive in Italy, so am more than happy to finally get to do her meme. ME ME ME ME….Now I get it.

I’m supposed to list traits for all months, but you can see the traits for all months at Hanna’s

My traits, or “The Traits of May” as we’ll call them:

MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.

Take note, my heart is soft, it takes a lot to make me angry, I can heavy breath with the best of them, and I am frugal, though not to the point of parsimony. Why do you think it took me so long to throw out all the ass-crevice crawling underwear?

I would never tag you, I know you better than that. You’re familiar with procedure; if you can make this entertaining and are yearning to do so, go for it.

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Should Be Famous, on New Years Day will be posting the three blogs you could not live without in 2007. Check it out and send in yours. anonymously if you wish.

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I thank Sterling from chips and quips, late of course, for my community blogger award. I am awarded this more because the people who comment here are smart and interesting. So, I thank you all as well.

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In case I don’t make it back, I’ll probably end up doing some night boarding on New Years Eve, Happy New Year.

Please don’t drink and drive. If you must drink, and who among us doesn’t have to drink once in awhile, please take a cab, stay at a hotel, or on the floor of the miserable party you feel obligated to attend. If you kill someone while driving under the influence, you are a murderer. I will judge you harshly, even in death.

If you kill yourself, I will mourn your passing. Humming vigorously along with Amazing Grace, as I stand by your grave gently throwing fine dirt on your coffin, I will try to think of your untimely demise as the tragic death of an illustrious and talented, but tortured, artistic soul. The reality of it is I will think it the tragic death of a stupid, thoughtless, human being, careless with a life so many in this world would move mountains to live.

Until the tenth I’ll be sporadic.
After the fifteenth I’ll be consumed.

“We’ll drink a cup of kindness yet for times gone by.”

Peace

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The murder of Bhutto, a horrible tragedy which does not bode well for the area, or us as a matter of fact, but surely not a total surprise to anyone. Bhutto knew of the dangers, almost reveled in them or so it seems.

Three men at a zoo, in a country where people often mistakenly believe rules and regulations will keep them safe. Surprise, there are no real regulations, though sixteen and a half feet is the recommended height for enclosures recommended by the Zoo association, no one can really say how high a tiger can jump, and when an animal escapes no one has to report it to the federal agency which inspects zoos? Not to mention that the Tiger involved in this attack, an attack which killed one man and seriously injured two more, mauled a worker last year unbeknown to the zoo visitors, most who go in expecting that the zoo is a safe place, with vigilant
zookeepers, and proper security.

Zoo’s may be as safer than Pakistan, at least former a Prime Minister returning to seek political redemption, but zoo’s in this country are not as safe as we might think.

While political candidates take advantage of this fact of Bhutto’s murder to plea their case, remember we are not safe here, life is a gamble and there are no guarantees, but should the death of a former Prime Minister in an area historically known for political wars and assassinations concern us any more than the deaths at a zoo?

And what of what uninspected tractor trailers with drivers running on caffeine, uppers, and one hour of sleep a day, hospitals performing surgery on the wrong side of your brain, the rising cost of health care, the substandard education, and the cooperate rip off taking place in New Orleans.

Bhutto took a risk, she was a risk taker. The risk was huge, but she was aware of it, as was the world.

The three men who were visiting the zoo on that day did not sign up for their risk.

postscript:

Kind of a dead week in blog land. I’ve been busy with guests, and as fortune would have it I left something in D.C. which I now much drive in to the city to recover. Woe is me, my scheduled internet time for the week is shot to hell. Hope to be back later to catch up on my blog scrolling.

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