I've been reading Mamapundit for a few days now. I found her blog through Babble Voices, which I found through Amalah, who I've been reading since Snarkywood, which I can't link because it doesn't exist anymore.
Anyway.
I've been reading Katie Granju's blogs about her life, including the assault & overdose, hospitalization, and death of her son Henry, and her fight to bring the people responsible for the assault and for providing the drugs that helped kill him to justice. (There are lots of places to read Henry's story; google his name or search his mama's blog.) It's an incredibly wrenching story...not being a parent, I can't even imagine what it must be to have one of your children die. And to have people make unfeeling, ignorant assumptions about the worth of the life of a drug addict...I'm absolutely stymied by Katie's strength.
Yet it's the plight of this poor seal that makes me want to sob. Seriously. Really, me?
Friday, September 16, 2011
I am NOT ready for this weather
I am no fan of cold weather to begin with, but I figured out yesterday that what I really dislike is changeable weather. I like Maryland summers; they can be relied upon to be hot in the morning, really hot during the day, and still pretty darn warm at night. Despite the fact that we are past Labor Day, I have four technical days of summer left, and am not ready for what greeted me as I left work yesterday.
Cold. Rain. Uck. (Is that the siren of the wahmbulance I hear?) I was goosebumpy walking to my car - I had no idea the temperature was going to drop ten degrees (and why is is that the ten degrees between 70 and 60 seem so much more extreme than the ten between 80 and 90? And let's not even talk about the ten between 60 and 50) or that the wind was picking up or that it was going to rain.
Wow. If this is my biggest problem this week, I am in great shape. This is why I can never work myself up into a really good whiny rant in print. My typing takes so long that I'm able to reflect on what I've written and give myself the "Really? That's what you're so unhappy over?" bit until I shame myself back into gratitude.
Now, Boehner's insistence that we give tax cuts and deregulation a try, since obviously Obama's ideas aren't fixing the economy? Oh, that I can get riled up behind. What do you think screwed the economy so badly to begin with, Einstein? You think those poverty numbers happened in two years? At least I'm pretty sure Boehner knows he's full of **it. Some of those Tea Party members really believe what they say, and that is really scary.
Cold. Rain. Uck. (Is that the siren of the wahmbulance I hear?) I was goosebumpy walking to my car - I had no idea the temperature was going to drop ten degrees (and why is is that the ten degrees between 70 and 60 seem so much more extreme than the ten between 80 and 90? And let's not even talk about the ten between 60 and 50) or that the wind was picking up or that it was going to rain.
Wow. If this is my biggest problem this week, I am in great shape. This is why I can never work myself up into a really good whiny rant in print. My typing takes so long that I'm able to reflect on what I've written and give myself the "Really? That's what you're so unhappy over?" bit until I shame myself back into gratitude.
Now, Boehner's insistence that we give tax cuts and deregulation a try, since obviously Obama's ideas aren't fixing the economy? Oh, that I can get riled up behind. What do you think screwed the economy so badly to begin with, Einstein? You think those poverty numbers happened in two years? At least I'm pretty sure Boehner knows he's full of **it. Some of those Tea Party members really believe what they say, and that is really scary.
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