It's a Dog's Life

Some of my pix

Hey look!

I can change fonts and colors! This proves that I am easily amused.

Actually, I wanted to post some pictures I took of the ice storm that came through here a couple weeks ago. The storm started on Dec. 15 and the morning of Dec. 16, our front lawn looked like the above.

It was all sparkly and bright and SLICK! We watched several neighbors creep past the house. We decided to bust the ice off our driveway on the road in front of the house and at the corner. We spent at least two hours out there working up a sweat while the trees dropped ice down onto our heads. By two o'clock all the ice was gone. Pretty while it lasted.

Links!

Saint Andrews pic from www.celticcastles.com




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Justin Case.

Father Knows Best

I heard someone say a while back that the current administration and its policy wonks' actions reek with contempt for us, their constiuents. It is no wonder, then, that Bush et al have exceeded the limits of their power. The attitude coming from the think tanks is that we are no more mature than ten year olds and so must be protected from ourselves. Irritating. But what peeves me most about those in positions of authority who overstep their boundaries is that they think they are doing it for "our own good".

Hold on there, just a minute.

The only people who can do anything for us "for our own good" are people who know us. Only a long term, intimate relationship - like a father for his children, for example - can support this sort of knowledge.

Now, say what you will about the patrician attitudes of the ole TV show "Father Knows Best": it's premise is sound. People who have loved you and brought you into the world and kept you safe and fed and cuddled and disciplined and instructed and allowed you to become your own person can say that they will do something for your own good because they have the bona fides of a relationship to back it up. Our parents made decisions for us because it was for our own good and if we were blessed to have parents that were parents, we understand that and welcome it however grudgingly.

What nameless, faceless, you-don't-know-us bureaucrat can do that?

So, Bush Administration, make decisions for the good of the country but keep your father issues to yourself. I have a father, my father is a good man. Mr. President, you are not my father.

Pic found at: tvcrazy.net


ETA: Digby speaks too. And better.

Antietam

Went to Antietam today. Cool! Figuratively and literally.

Here's some pix.


This is the catholic church in Harper's Ferry.



This is Dunker's Church.



Proof that I climbed to the top of the watch tower. Eeep! Cold, too. Brisk wind shooting straight across the top from the west (behind me).

Beautiful place today what with the dramatic light and winter colors. I must admit I did not pay much attention to the tape we purchased at the visitors center that detailed the battle that raged here all day Sept. 17, 1862. I only remember two things: that 66% of the casualties are known only to God because their remains were unidentifiable and Lee retreated south to the Potomac under cover of darkness on Sept. 18.

Merry Christmas!

Glory to God in the Highest and on Earth, Peace.

Well, Hot Diggity Dog!

And Merry Christmas, too!

I've switched to Firefox - the preferred browser for Blogger - and whaddya know? The entry is much smoother, and I bet I'll be able to load pix now, too!

Let's see.....





There's the code. I'll publish this and see what happens. Confidence is high!


Edited on Dec. 29 to say: read the first post to figure out why I have these pictures here.

testing, testing

This is a test. This is only a test.

If this were an actual post, you would receive information of where to tune.

Like here.

Hmmm....

I still seem to be crashing when I try to upload a picture. Will get back to that one after Christmas.

I plan to learn about investing this new year. We are looking at two sets of orthodontia and need to find a way for paying for it without selling a kid.

Which would eliminate one set, so maybe I shouldn't be so hasty.

Yugoslavia!

Greetings! This here is my third (or is it fourth?) blog. The title comes from a memory of sitting in someone's kitchen working on a project when her three year old daughter yelled, "Mommy, can I go outside?" Mom's response was, "Are you dressed?"


It was a memorable exchange.


So, here I go again! I plan to use this as a receptacle for stray thoughts that I would like to bug people with but am too hesitant to send as an email. Most people I know are busy, unlike myself, and I don't want to clog mail boxes. I'll just litter the internets, instead.

I'll start with something that has been on my mind for a while.

Have you ever noticed how Ray Nagin, Mayor of New Orleans, looks a lot like Anthony Williams, Mayor of Washington DC, who looks a lot like Don Knotts?

I am attempting to load images of each, but Blogger or Safari crashes each time I click upload and I have things I need to do in 3-D land, so I'll quit for now and load images later. Gr.