That Ricky is allergic to dogs absolutely confirms, there is no God.

Dog Blog. Not Siamese Twins. They are having to be told to calm down before someone gets hurt.

This is Bean. She's our new Jack Russell Terrorist. Roger just had to have her. For Vincent to play with, of course.

Bean, Jelly Bean, Beanie Baby, Beaner, Funky Winkerbean........

Jesiica's new puppy, Gryffen. Her husband would not go for Sirius.

Vincent 22 months old. He's starting to talk clearly. Two word sentences even. He also changes notes when he sings. He still gives Hallelujah Chorus Hugs.

A little over a year ago I made this plea;

Evangelical Christians are mighty and powerful. Evangelical Christians, you won. Congratulations.
Evangelical Christians, please use your power to make the President quit running our country into the ground financially so the rich can get richer. Please use your power to make the President stop the raping and polluting of the land that doesn't belong to us but to the future.
Please use your power, Evangelical Christians, to help this country in ways we all want, show we have more in common than not and that we don't have to be a totally divided nation. Don't make concessions to the dark side of your chosen party. You don't have to, you have the power.

So now, the people that put James Inhofe (right wing corporate dick-sucking chair of senate environment committee that called global warming "the biggest hoax ever perpetrated on the American people") in office, have read my blog and called for "Creation Care". They want to stop the "degradation of Creation" and those degradations are;

These degradations of creation can be summed up as 1) land degradation; 2) deforestation; 3) species extinction; 4) water degradation; 5) global toxification; 6) the alteration of atmosphere; 7) human and cultural degradation.

What does your Evangelical Christian Senator have to say to you?

Sticking with his corporate sponsors, Inhofe calls the claim that Christians should work to stop activities harmful to God's creation, "something very strange," and he dismisses the evangelical's Biblical citations for their work, saying: "You can always find in Scriptures a passage to misquote for almost anything."

Ouch!

From the Earthcam at 46th and Broadway in New York. Jess and her friend Misty after walking much more than they are used to. Of course, the Transit Strike is all our fault (her parents) because we had the gall to express concern over it before she left.
Safe trip home Jesse.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Happy Thanksgiving!!
Mincemeat Pie for my dad.

Funny Guy

So Sweet

November Sunset

IAN McEWAN
Novelist; Author, Saturday

What I believe but cannot prove is that no part of my consciousness will survive my death. I exclude the fact that I will linger, fadingly, in the thoughts of others, or that aspects of my consciousness will survive in writing, or in the positioning of a planted tree or a dent in my old car. I suspect that many contributors to Edge will take this premise as a given—true but not significant. However, it divides the world crucially, and much damage has been done to thought as well as to persons, by those who are certain that there is a life, a better, more important life, elsewhere. That this span is brief, that consciousness is an accidental gift of blind processes, makes our existence all the more precious and our responsibilities for it all the more profound.

Pajamas have ghosts that glow in the dark. I couldn't get a picture of that.

Vincent, 19 months old. Trick or Treat Pajamas from Aunt Jess.

So much for being a dilettante, huh? Last April, in a (in hindsight) predictable turn of events, I became boss to about 50 people and became responsible for about 4000 kids getting safely to and from school. And all the shit that goes with that.
From April to August I worked the jobs of two people and gained 20 pounds. Now I have a Fantastic Secretary but, we're still training because of all the extra shit that falls in on us everyday. I'm still dealing with old problems that I think will take another year to get all cleared up. I get tons of praise but that doesn't relieve the tons of stress. Sometimes, I hate this job.
I finally read all the Harry Potter Books. I'll be in line at midnight for the next one, right behind Ellen. Ricky orders his. I just started The Geographers Library by Jon Fasman and I feel like it's the first real novel I've read in a long time. I don't know what I mean by real novel. I know, but I can't explain it except to say that it feels good to get back to other places, other people, ideas. Page 5, paragraph 1;

"After a couple of hours of Career Promoting, I felt certain that I would live a long, lonely, useless life and die alone and unmissed (did I mention that I never bothered filling out any grad-school applications?). It's self-indulgent, I know, but this is what happens to the over achieving but essentially useless children of parents who raised their children to do well on tests but failed to equip them with the poison-tipped spurs of true ambition."

Ahhh, now I know.
But it's O.K. Life is grand.
My daughter is in grad school. My son is in college and working and being a great dad himself.
Roger and I only celebrate every 5th year of marriage now, that's how much we take it for granted.
Except for the 2o pounds and these sharp pains I keep having in the center of my stomach.....
Anyone know how much a gallbladder weighs?

Holly Beach after Rita. No flags here.

Mom's Place

Holly Beach after Rita