#529...on getting the paper.

This morning, I didn't have to crawl out of my roof to get the paper.

in fact, this morning - I still had a roof.

how bout you?

The RedCross servers are jammed.

call 1-800-Help-Now

that's 1-800-435-7669 to make your donation.

 

 

#528...On the word of the day:

 Say it, spell it, use it in a sentence, folks.

Unctuous.

 

unctuous \UNGK-choo-us\, adjective:
   1.  Of the nature or quality of an unguent or ointment; fatty;
   oily; greasy.
   2. Having a smooth, greasy feel, as certain minerals.
   3.  Insincerely or excessively suave or ingratiating in manner
   or   speech;   marked  by  a  false  or  smug  earnestness  or
   agreeableness.

         She recalled being offended by the "phoniness" that stemmed
     from  the contradiction between her President's charming, even
     unctuous public manner and her anger in private.
     --Floralilia, [2] Floralilia And the Making of 'The
     Presidential Mystique'

     He  approached  the public wearing a smile so unctuous it seemed
     about to slide right off his face.
     --Floralilia, [3]The Boy
     _________________________________________________________

   Unctuous  is from Medieval Latin unctuosus, from Latin unctus,
   "anointed, besmeared, greasy," past participle of unguere, "to
   anoint, to besmear."

 

#527...okay, this time -

I'm really back.

now as far as posting a few thoughts...

well, I'll get back to you on that one later.

except this...

What good are pumps to a breeched levee if you don't plan for downed electricity in the same event?  (This isn't monday morning quarterbacking - this is just plain ol disaster relief planning for a city that lives below sea, river, and lake level, logic...)

seems someone shoulda divided that long division problem out one step further...eh?

oh, and this one:

Thank you George, for cutting back your vacation at the Okay Corral - that was big of you - but as far as going back to Washington to supervise relief efforts - why don't  you have to fly over Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama first?...I'm just saying...

yah, your minions might have liked to see your support in person, not from San Diego, doncha think?

And speaking about ol George Dubya - I hereby vote him forever forward to be known as the "Bad Luck President" .  Wherever he is - disaster follows.

Think about it.

I'm convinced he's the curse of this nation.  Someone please call in the exorcists - double time.

 

In the meantime - Prayers to the vicitims of Hurricane Katrina.

 

#526....I'm Baaaaack!!!!

not.

hee.

 

#525...on happiness.

If you observe a really happy man you will find him building a boat, writing a symphony, educating his son, growing double dahlias in his garden. He will not be searching for happiness as if it were a collar button that has rolled under the radiator.

-W. Beran Wolfe

 
and with that I am off to the beach for a few days - hold the fort down for me guys.  

be back soon............

xoxo 

 

(and thanks, cuzsnookie, for the quote!)  

#524...recalcitrant ramblings

"Oh come on, how long are we going to milk this entry?  
Comment from chasingmoksha - 8/11/05 12:11 AM "

(this, in response to my last crusty old entry....)

milking done, sheeze. 

Let's see what kind of inane dribble I can muster up for you this morning. Without my first morning coffee even.  So here we go - recalcitrant ramblings from a muffled mind....

okay, I'll bring you all up to speed on my life of late.  Call the Enquirer, wake the neighbors if you must.

I'm doing a speed update here and in no particualar order - so feel free to insert periods or commas where you think you might need to catch a breath....

big inhale....

So every once in a while we find ourselves in a predicament of uninvited intentions and unexpected events, and the Queen herself has found herself in just such a jam -  and in more than a few areas of her life of late. All of which has precluded her from posting frivilous flimflammery of late. Case in point:

The Queen has dutifully, yet unmindedly, volunteered her services as unit newsletter editor and unit council member at her place of employment for the last year or so (for even the reigning Queen of Pointlessness position doesn't pay well, doncha know) - and thereby unwittingly got sucked into the big void of employment underappreciation and uninvited free demands on her already limited free time. 

Now couple that with the fact that the Queen has also fallen into the deep dark well of addiction, with her drug of choice being little glass beads and baubles and shiny things all linked together on some little fine strings...and like all good addictions, the addiction has spread like wildfire (with some smaller circles having now dubbed it "Housewife Ecstacy") and so now more and more people want a piece of her fine talents and some even go so far as to call her the Beading Temptress from Hell.

Not that I mind that, mind you - it's good for business.  (Insert plug here: www.believablebalderdash.com) And chasingmokska up there, can attest to that now - can't you dahling?   

Now take that couple and couple that with the fact that the Queen has decided that there just might be something to this latest "fad" of exercising, and so - has been dutifully hitting the gym every single damn day for the last few weeks and has also been dragging her sorry assed stent inbedded husband against his stubborn will too - because she is still the reigning Queen and knows what's good for him.

Now take that triplet and couple it with the fact that we should all offer daily support (because there but for the grace of God go I ) to our Miss Pam, (and now my brother-in-law) -  in their struggle with the Beast of All Beasts,  the "terrorist extreme" of the medical field - the cruel and unjust - the one who seeks to destroys innocent hard working people - the unwanted houseguest who doesn't know when to leave - the parasitic seeker and wrecker of normalcy - the sleeping sleaze of sneakiness - (shall I go on? I could ya know..)  yep - you got it - the big C... 

Because she is a firm believer in keeping the strength of love and family to see them through.  And she also believes it's up to all of us to keep the candles lit along their path so that they can find their ways more easily out of the darkness...

Now take that quadruplet and couple it with the fact that summer fun is still summer fun and you know what that means - yep, gardening, cleaning, powerwashing decks, staining, garage sales, reading, barbie-q-ing, laughing, imbibing, catching fireflies, walking in thunderstorms, swatting mosquitoes, laying by the pool, and soon the ocean and the sand...has kept her a tad busy and guilty of the dreaded j-land lag...

So there you have it - forgive me.

Now can I have my coffee?

 

 

#523...because it's worth another entry..

                                               Desiderata

      Go placidly amid the noise and haste & remember what peace there may be in silence.  As far as possible be on good terms with all persons.  Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull & the ignorant, they too have their story.

     Avoid loud and agressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.  If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain & bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.  Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.  Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.  Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.  But let this not blind you to what virture there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.  Be yourself...

     Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity & disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.  Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.  Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.  But do not distress yourself with imaginings.  Many fears are born of fatigue and lonliness.  Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees or the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, the universe is unfolding as it should.

     Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be; and whatever your labors & aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life - keep peace with your soul.  With all of its slum, drudgery & broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.  Be careful. Strive to be happy.

                                               ~Max Ehrmann