Plenipotentiary

Scalzi says I have to post a pic of a cat (as this site has been operational just over 24 hours. I hope I don’t get fined for missing the window). Well, if Scalzi says so, I guess I must:

Hey! We’re Austria! Cool.

This Guy has a pretty kick site with all kinds of funky maps, some silly, some not.

What Classic Movie Are You?
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I had assumed I was going to be something cute and sweet and gushy. The Godfather? That rocks!

Looks like the Senate creamed him on this one. I’ve been listening to conservative talk radio slam this bill for weeks (What? I like talk radio. Doesn’t make me a ditto-head), and I had a pretty good idea it was gonna go this way. I’m sad about it, though.

Immigration

“Some senators in both parties said the issue is so volatile that Congress is unlikely to revisit it this fall or next year, when the presidential election will increasingly dominate American politics.”

Yeah, so looking forward to that. This is going to be a helluva political year. I think I may avoid TV and radio and newspapers until November, and just get my news online, so I can have at least some control of the gunk going into my brain.

Along those lines, this cracked me up:

I did something last night that I haven’t done in (many) years – I went roller skating. I was kinda disappointed in myself. I mean, I used to be (in my junior high years, anyway) quite a good skater. Last night I looked like a flapping idiot. The only thing that kept me from complete humiliation is that none of my boys have been skating before, so they’re just as silly as I am. Try to picture it: a 30mumble year old woman on roller skates, in a skirt (I’d gone straight from work), throwing her arms out for balance and trying desperately not to land on her ass (I bruise really easily these days). I’m still a bit embarrassed at the image.

Coming back from lunch, I ran across three cop cars, lights flashing, and one poor schmuck in handcuffs surrounded by the boys in blue. As I work for a home for youth in crises, cops are not a rare sight ’round here, but watching them haul one of our kids away is troubling. Bummer.

In other news, Youngest Son got his first stitches last weekend. Split his chin open at the pool. He’s having them taken out tomorrow morning. YS’s father jokingly mentioned that he’d had to have more than 25 stitches before he turned 18, so I guess he considers this a right of passage of some kind. But looking at my six year old with stitches in his face, and knowing that he had to get six shots of Novocaine before the doctor began suturing (he’s obviously inherited his mother’s resistance to medications) does not fill me with warm fuzzies. But YS has got a good story now, and all the kids at summer camp get to hear it.

Youngest Son is the shy one in front.

I went on a bit of a blog jog this morning, and found some cool stuff I want to steal, but haven’t quite figured out how to do it yet. That’s my next project: figure out how to upload YouTube stuff and sundry cool crap I find on-line. Ought to be fun. My hope is that after a few weeks of consistent blogging, I’ll out-geek Hubby and Eldest Son. (ES took an on-line HTML class, and now likes to lord it over me that he is more Internet savvy than I am. I told him that’s how it’s supposed to be. He can become a hot-shot programmer or something, and support me in my dotage.)

I’m listening to Celtic Woman right now. I love it.

I have been trying to create this #!@@# blog for about two hours now. (My boss would be thrilled to know that!) Perhaps blogging isn’t the lark I was hoping for. Either that, or I’m not nearly the geek I thought I was. I’ve been trying to upload an avatar, too, and that’s not going so well, either. Hmmm. Is the universe trying to tell me something?