What?

Senator McCain is not trying very hard to become the next president.  He is kicking a large Republican demographic in the shins by voting against the expanded GI Bill,  and he doesn't seem to like women having any control over their bodies, even to the limited extent of using birth control.  I'm not sure who does like him, besides the lobbyists who pull his strings.  However, there are plenty of people who don't think about who they are voting for - how else to explain 8 years of George W Bush?

It just makes me sad.

Pet Peeve

If you join an email group, like a yahoogroup, PLEASE! Before you post any questions to the group, read ALL the files.  Odds are, the answers to your questions are in there, and you can save yourself from looking like a lazy brainless twit.

I'm tired of repeating myself to people who can't bother to look things up.

Speaking of looking things up - do not forward anything that tries to be even slightly informative unless you check with Snopes first.  It only takes a minute, and also will keep you from looking like a lazy brainless twit.

Can you tell I've had my fill of lazy, brainless twits?

Scraps and more scraps

Yesterday a very unusual box arrived in the mail for me.  I wasn't expecting anything, so I looked at the box suspiciously.  It looked half crushed, as if more weight than it could support was placed on it, and the address was scrawled in marker.  Upon closer examination, I saw that the box had the "Stampin' Up" logo on the sides, and that the return address name was Lewis.  Lewis?  Then I remembered that I used to know a Stampin' Up demonstrator named Joy Lewis, who moved away a couple of years ago.  Not only had I not spoken to her in over two years,  but I didn't think she particularly liked me.  You see, when she woudl host stamping workshops at her home, I couldn't just do the projects she offered, I always wanted to tweak them a little to suit my taste.  I tried to be unimposing about it, by rummaging through her scrap box for the papers a needed, rather than asking her to cut a fresh piece for me, but still, it's an irritating thing to do (I know, because I hate it when people do it to me at my workshops).

Anyway, here was this strange box from Joy.  What could she possibly want to send to me?  I opened the box and practically rolled over laughing when I saw the contents.  She sent me scraps!   A brief note inside explained that she was just about to move again (her husband is in the Air Force), and she couldn't justify packing and unpacking the scraps, but that she didn't have the heart to throw them away.  She knew that I would appreciate them, so she sent them to me.

It was a pretty neat thing for her to do.  What could I do but make a nice Thank You card from the scraps and send it to her?

Where oh where has my little cat gone?

Yesterday, about two in the afternoon, I took Sophie to the airport for her 3 week jaunt to Europe.  Later that evening (10 pm), as Gordon is loading the car for me to take him to the bus station, it occurs to me that I haven't seen the cat for a while.  Gordon shrugs and says that he's seen her.  "Since it got dark?"  I ask.  He doesn't think so, but it's a cat - it can survive in the dark. I glance around the house for her, but don't see her.  Gordon tells me I'm silly, that she' probably outside and just fine.

As I'm driving him south to Richmond, it starts bothering me more.  It's raining on the way, and I know my cat doesn't like the rain, and wouldn't choose to be outside if rain were coming.

So, I finally get home, and call for my cat outside. (softly, because it's two in the morning, but I refuse to believe my cat would wander far away) She doesn't come.  I look around inside, and call for her again outside, and it's really starting to bug me.  I finally decide I need to do a room to room search for my cat.  I finally find her closed up in the closet in Sophie's bedroom!  She had to have been in there over 12 hours.

I feel sick just thinking about what might have happened if I hadn't tried to find her.  Sophie would not have liked to see her three weeks later in her closet.

Ren again