Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?

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Monday, March 5, 2012

Baby Angel didn't make it...

She was the little one who was found in a field in Indiana, not far from the mobil home where her parents and other siblings had died in the tornado. So many had hoped she would make it, that she'd survive against all odds. We felt we knew her. We pulled for her, hoped for her. I don't know what to... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

We have some wise men on Blogit.

The evidence of this is in comments made by Naut and CC about my earlier post. It is sweetly satisfying that they take time to respond in a way that shows they take my arguments seriously. And when they disagree or question, it's from a thoughtful and informed position, genuine, scholarly and often... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

I should not have responded to the Poli-follies...

The clown show campaign, the sidewinder swipes by media types -- I know better than to supplement their distraction, their "bread and circuses" side show designed to shift the spotlight away from real issues and get potential voters squabbling about non-issues. I couldn't be more of a sucker about... Sign in to see full entry.

Patience! Tolerance! Bite your tongue!

I'm fighting to keep a lid on it. Doing my best to practice patience and tolerance in the face of illogical, misogynistic blasphemy. Look out, here it comes... ohhhh, no! news flash for the misogynistic Mr. Limp baugh: This is the 21st Century. Using birth control does not make a woman a slut. It... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 2, 2012

The storm has passed.

I'd like to kiss you. Why don't you? I'm scared. I don't bite. But what if I like it, kissing you? What if I fall in love? What if you do? Suppose you don't feel the same way. I could really get hurt. You could. So don't kiss me. But if I don't kiss you, I could miss out on so much. I could be alone... Sign in to see full entry.

Winter, Summer, Spring and Fall: Tornado Season's worst of all

Harrisburg was the deadliest, the most devastating. Everything's destroyed in a minute, the damage lasts from now on. Usually there's torrential rain but it looks like yesterday's attacks by mother nature were just wind. Just wind? Just death in a hurry, destruction that falls on the just and the... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

I need to -- just updated -- my "About Me."

Amanda, one of my favorites on Blogit, makes useful, encouraging comments on getting published, not giving up. Yesterday she wrote something to the effect that Pat_B is a lot younger than Herself. Now, that brought a great big smile to my whole day and this morning... Would that that were so. Or at... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Sing a little song, make a little love, get down tonight...

Sometimes I react to something I see, something that's going on, with song lyrics that just pop up to the front of my mind. I used to worry and wonder how song lyrics could just pop up that way as thumbnail observations. But I got a little kick out of them -- they were usually flip comebacks that I... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Mary Poppins, Victor-Victoria, and Children's Book Author

Julie Andrews is just the kind of glamorous woman a plain gal like me both admires and detests. She sets an impossible standard. She sings like a lark, perfect pitch and a fabulous range (at least until nodes grew on her vocal chords and she had surgery). She's slim and flexible, dances with perfect... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Author Avoidance

I've been avoiding Mickey D's. Partly because the food's not good for me, but the real reason is I don't want to run into Sam. Sam's a nice enough guy, a wannabe writer, retired 5th Grade teacher, popular with his students. Let's be honest, he's warm and fuzzy and loves the daily coffee klatch with... Sign in to see full entry.

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