Some of you out there have no doubt experienced the “empty nest” syndrome. You know, the one where the kids move out and you finally have the house (and the teevee) all to yourself? It’s an experience that engenders mixed feelings. On the one hand, there are feelings of peacefulness, serenity, and privacy. But those are tempered with feelings of ecstasy and euphoria.
So, it takes a while – approximately three to five seconds – to completely adjust to the lack of pitter-patter (more like clop-clop-clop) of big fat feet pounding across the floor, the faucets no longer drip-drip-dripping because now they get shut off all the way (is that really so hard?), and the silence of doors not being slammed repeatedly because how many goddamn times I gotta tell you not to slam the freakin’ doors, all you gotta do is pull ’em until they click and the more you slam the goddamn things the more everything wears out and breaks and the harder they are to close, fer chrissakes! :slap:
Some of you may have also experienced something not so nice: having the damn kid(s) move back in. This sad state of affairs is something we were forced to endure this weekend. Seems that somebody decided to start a fire in the laundry room of the apartment building where my stepson lives at about 4:00 Sunday morning. The short story is that he’s homeless for up to three weeks, and therefore has invaded our space for the duration. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m very glad he’s OK (and thank goodness it’s only temporary), but I very much prefer the empty nest thing. He better remember this when I’m old and feeble and need a place to crash (and somebody to change my diapers).
Otherwise, it was a fairly good weekend. Sportswise, SU didn’t lose (because they had the week off), the Jets kicked the crap out of the Bills (who really, really suck), so that’s kind of a two-for-one, Donovan McNabb returned to Philly and won, and the Giants even won last night.
On the productivity front, I put in some quality tractor time on Saturday, and managed to finish off two more windows yesterday while getting my laundry done. Not bad. Two more windows to go.
Unfortunately, that all leads us to today, which, sadly, is Monday. Bleh.
But maybe I’ll get a closing date some time this week. That’d be cool, ‘cuz I’m looking for a quiet place to crash for the next few weeks.
You didn’t mention how nice it is not to have to share the bathroom with one more person, or to close the peanut butter jar that was left on the counter because something so important and worldshaking happened that it made paying attention to something so mundane just unthinkable.
Carl Paladino: Legend in His Own Mind.
He does kinda have that Pinocchio thing going on.
Not to mention McNabb’s second replacement went down with an injury. Now I believe that the man may have payed his debt to society but dogma is a :pup: .
I spent the last 3 days in Golden Gate Park/Heaven. Friday night I also had a Giants ticket on the way to which I hit the slightest of irregularities in the sidewalk/street and ended up face down in the middle of King Street across the street from the statue of Willie Mays. While some may have thought I was just a devout Mayslem, it was indeed a fall. One observer told me I looked pretty good and graceful.I told her I would try to remember that the next morning. As I expected, every morning it is the gift that keeps on giving with one after effect subsiding as a new one arises. The one constant is a strain in the back right hand side of the rib cage in the same spot as the one from a similar spill back in VA in January. That one will persist for a few weeks if memory serves.
And though it will never quite sound the same. THE GIANTS WIN THE DIVISION! THE GIANTS WIN THE DIVISION!…
:yippee:
Art Gilmore, the Voice of Coming Attractions, Dies at 98
🙁 :gate:
Dialectic Jazz!
:rofl2:
Vern, a graceful descent to the street is not to be sneered at. Feel better!
Thanks, Sue.
Just one of these times I would prefer that a fall not be a full frontal horizontal assault but a soft landing on the moon.
Well, any landing you can walk away from, as they say. Glad you didn’t bust anything.
Poor Carl, not only is Rupert Murdoch’s notoriously liberal NY Post after him, but now the NY Daily News is at it, too.
The Daily News refers to Paladino as Crazy Carl in their headlines.
‘Look, we know we screwed up when we were in the majority. We fell in love with power. We spent way too much money—especially on earmarks. There was too much corruption when we ran this place. We were guilty. And that’s why we lost.”
That’s the confession of Eric Cantor, the 47-year old congressman from Richmond, Va. If Republicans win back the House in November’s elections, Mr. Cantor would be the next majority leader—the second most powerful post in that chamber behind the speaker. And he could be Barack Obama’s worst nightmare.
His mea culpa for Republican sins when they ran Congress pre-2007 is part of his unorthodox pitch for why voters should give the GOP another chance at power. They appreciate Mr. Cantor’s honesty. And he assures them that the changing of the guard—evident by his own rise since his first election in 2000, and the ascent of others like Paul Ryan of Wisconsin, Jeff Flake of Arizona and Jeb Hensarling of Texas—signifies a new direction for the party.
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704483004575524114269305180.html?mod=googlenews_wsj
The 2 things I wake up to this morning is the above ad and Morning Jerk talking about the ad. Joke says it looks a little witchy and Uncle Pat calls her a ‘girl’.