Please note: As of today, right now, this moment … We are going to one post per day.
This is today’s post.
Reading the paper and it says that President Shrub and the First Lady are not going home right away after the inauguration. They are flying to Midland Texas for a “welcome home celebration for Laura” this is her hometown. (You did notice I said it was for “Laura” and not for him)
So the cottage in Dallas is on hold for a little bit. It is not a moving thing, as after eight years of Bush, there simply cannot be much left in Washington to take home. It is a decorating issue. The article goes on to say that they are not ready to move into the new diggs in Dallas as the painters have not finished up on the painting of the new residence.
Which struck me as strange, because you see I have never lived anywhere in my entire life where I had to wait on the movers, the painters, the plumbers or any other service people. There is a very good reason for this, you see:
I am the painters, the plumber and those other service people.
Much like you, I am a Happy Home Owner and I am in charge of these responsibilities as I am not rich. Only the wealthy are required to wait on the hired help, the rest of us do not share this luxury of life.
I am not wealthy, do not ever expect to be well-heeled as they say, and that is the name of that tune. Having no real desire to be stinking rich, I will freely admit to aspiring to not minding smelling bad, but other than winning the lottery, I see no real hope of ever being considered rich and having to wait on a plumber or a painter anywhere at any time.
So you can see why it strikes me as odd, “having to wait on the painters” before moving in.
Same thing with flying, they fly everywhere they go, and to them it is matter of fact, “Old Hat.” Too me it is a monumental hassle, take off your shoes, remove those nipple rings — bend over something is squeaking down there and setting the wand off! And all of that is before we leave the house for the airport!
My wife takes this flying business rather seriously these days.
They don’t have to put up with any of that, they just get on the bird and whoosh …. Off they go. Ah the perks of political importance and being with the in-crowd. Flying is also very expensive, another pesky little detail that they do not have to put up with, they are flying on the cuff, the taxpayer pays for all their little junkets.
Jim Inhofe a Senator from our state is known for flying all around the world, he did close to $200,000 worth of it last year, he seems to have adopted the continent of Africa. All of it on the taxpayer accounts and this is all they had documented, a lot of it was using military aircraft and there are no figures available for that.
Face it we are all little fish swimming in a big pond, and they are the big fish. Well, I need to get off this jag, I am beginning to sound whiny, and I hate that when it happens.
So what is it here that is newsworthy, this Saturday morning? As many of you know, Hillary Clinton was chosen to operate the apparatus that dropped the ball on New Years eve. And it occurred to me, who would have been a better choice to have dropped the ball, than a Senate Democrat?
Sarah Palin says Caroline Kennedy is getting a media pass and she is upset with that. That is news? Sarah also has a new grandson, Tripp, or as the liberal news media calls him, “Fresh Meat.”
Barack Obama was recently named as “Man of the Year” by Time magazine, but Al Franken in Minnesota claims there might be enough unclaimed votes to support his contention of Man of the Year.
Went to Borders yesterday and picked up some new reading material: Circumcision by Appointment, Urogential Manipulation — or life in Washington DC on the lobbyist trail. I suppose when Bush goes home he will write one on Greek Rural Postmen and Their Cancellation numbers or how to Bombproof Your Horse, How to make it in life after squatting down with your spurs on — I can hardly wait.
Big time shaker out on the westcoast yesterday, something like 5.9 on the Richter scale. It was felt in Los Angeles and all the way up to San Bernardino which is an area of about 55 miles. They say animals can detect a quake before it hits. My dad had a weenie dog named Fritz that could do it, he knew when they were coming and he would meet us all at the front door, flashlight in his mouth, and he had already changed the batteries!
Now here is why we are going to one post per day for an indefinite period of time or the end of the world, whichever comes first.
Last week or awhile back I discovered this little duck in my front yard, don’t have a clue as to where it came from or how it got there. It wasn’t much of anything really, just this little lost, fluffy orphan, so I brought it inside the house and placed it in the warmth of my office, right next to the computer.
I got to thinking this week, “I bet this duck has never been out of town?” (Not really, I got to thinking it has been a long time since YOU have been out of town) So I have decided to shut it down some and get out of Dodge for awhile.
Gasoline right now is cheap and I have just sunk my life savings into my truck [My Old Hoopie] to get it in good operating order. One of the apparent benefits of not being gainfully employed is the ability to load up your favorite duck and head out. ATM card in hand, full tank of gas and an empty bladder, loose me on humanity and set me free! I am a fiend for the open road, Radio Girl has been sending me all those “we are having a good time you are not photo’s” back from down south, I am outta here.
Me and the duck, no poopy, we are out on the highway, mile after mile of tortured country music on the stereo westbound with the hammer down.
In the meantime, we will try our level best to post at least one item per day (not the usual two or three) and answer comments as we can. As we are not traveling in a multi-million dollar motorhome Like Celine Dion or Cher, with a sat. dish on top, internet service will be sporadic at best and at times, non existent.
But where there is a will there is a way.
Please play fair amongst yourselves and try not to kill anyone while I am gone.