September 30, 2003
Willy, the Wonder Horse
Willy refuses to stand away from me when I try to take his picture. He keeps trying to stick his nose in the camera, resulting in silly pictures like this:
Posted by Beth at 1:36 PM | Comments (3)
More Donovan Family Furry Critters
This is Little Guy - he is quite regal, as you can see. He is one of our oldest dogs, I think he must be 12 by now
He has always been grumpy, and age has not improved his personality. He is very much a grouchy old man.
Posted by Beth at 10:50 AM
Cheddar X Picture of Town
Here is my belated picture for last week's Cheddar X - A picture of our town, Leavenworth, Kansas:
Posted by Beth at 6:32 AM
Dog pictures
Never could find the card reader for the memory in our camera, so I went to Best Buy yesterday at lunch and got a new one, along with another memory card. So I have the critter pics that I took on Sunday.
I think Shadow is every bit as gorgeous as Rachel Lucas' dogs:
It's hard to take his picture, he is weird about the camera and keeps getting closer and closer until:
Our new spare dog, Houdini, is much smaller than this picture indicates, but I could not get him to sit still next to Shadow - let me just say that Houdini weights about 12 pounds and Shadow weighs about 80 pounds, and they are the best of pals.
Posted by Beth at 6:20 AM
September 29, 2003
Political Diversity - and the lack thereof in Higher Education
DC at brainstorming has a thoughtful post on the plight of conservative thinkers in US Universities.
It's quite well thought out, go read it!
Posted by Beth at 7:00 PM
Oh, No, There go our Margaritas!
U.S., Mexico Tussling Over Tequila Bottles
Mexico is threatening to bottle all Tequila in Mexico read the article for reasons why.
What upsets me the most is the strong possibility of Tequila shortages if this happens!
I guess John and I will have to start drinking mint juleps or something.
Posted by Beth at 11:27 AM | Comments (2)
September 28, 2003
Front Line Voices - Hear What the Networks Don't Talk about
Front Line Voices: A Poem From Josh
Frank J., at IMAO came up with this idea. It is so needed and important to hear what our young men and women working to rid Iraq and the world of terrorists have to say.
I read this poem from Josh, and tears came to my eyes. I am so proud that we have so many willing to risk all for us.
Posted by Beth at 7:04 PM
Cub Scouts and Snobbery
I have been reading Da Goddess for quite some time now. Today, she wrote:DaGoddess: I Don't Think Moving to a New Village Is An Option, and I can totally understand how she feels.
I was my son's Cub Scout Den Leader when he was in second grade. His dad and I divorced that year, and many of the parents of the kids in my den were incredibly awful to me about it.
I would come home from cleaning houses (yes, that was what I did for awhile to help make ends meet) and there were messages on the answering machine from so-called friends telling me that they were praying that I would get back together with my husband. (yes, after trying for 18 years and failing, I instigated the divorce).
Even our parish priest would tell me that I had a duty to go back to my son's dad. It was awful. Parents quit sending their kids to cub scouts because they didn't want a 'divorced woman' as den mother.
After Andy finished that year out, I moved him from parochial to public school - the pressure on me and on him was unbelievable. It ended up that the so-called wonderful school district there was not so great, but after a few years, I met John and moved to a different area, where the district, without fancy buildings, had incredible teachers, and Andy soared.
Anyway, I thought it was just because we were in a Catholic school - now it looks like there are parents like that all over the place!
Andy quite cub scouts soon after that, and he has ended up doing just fine - he is a freshman in college majoring in computer science.
Gee, I'm starting to ramble, but go read Da Goddess's blog, it's pretty darn good.
Posted by Beth at 5:41 PM | Comments (2)
Sundays
While John has been blogging away, I've been playing with the critters.
I went to the barn and played with Willie and Petey, our horses. I didn't ride the trails, because if I fall off, no one will know where I am, and the woods are pretty dense.
Anyway, I took some pictures of the boys, at least I tried - they were both so curious about the camera that they kept walking right up to me - inches from my nose.
Willy and Petey are nuzzlers anyway, they love attention from us, and follow us around like they are dogs.
Then I took the spare dog, Houdini, out in the back yard to play with the big dogs. Got some really cute pictures there.
Now, if I can only find the cable to download my pictures from the camera, I'll put them up!
Posted by Beth at 4:04 PM
Argghhh!!!
John is now on Movable Type (hurray - the crowds cheer). He spent most of the weekend doing this, so please, please go and see it now! And that is an order.
His new URL is http://www.thedonovan.com.
There are some new pictures today - my favorite is our Bullet Board which is hanging in our living room. It is a lot bigger than it looks in the picture - about 5 feet wide and 3 1/2 feet high.
We have rather a rather eclectic decorating scheme.
Posted by Beth at 1:13 PM
Cry Me a River
I am adding
Cry Me A River to my list of links. This is Acidman's daughter's blog, and she is pretty good.
Because she is on Blogspot, the archives are a little screwy, but just link to her blog and scroll down to Muslim Hating and Women.
Excellent rant.
I have seen exactly what Sam describes.
Posted by Beth at 7:58 AM | Comments (1)
Donald O'Connor Died
I never realized that Donald O'Connor never got an Oscar. He was so wonderful in Singing in the Rain and other musicals. Always funny.
And he apparently kept his sense of humor to the end. His last words were:
"I'd like to thank the Academy for my lifetime achievement award that I will eventually get."
He was one of my dad's favorite actors, too.
FOXNews.com - Foxlife - Donald O'Connor Dies at 78
Posted by Beth at 7:41 AM
September 26, 2003
This Explains a Lot
Frank J. has decided to begin writing his autobiography ~
IMAO: Yvonne's Ashes: Part I - Wacky California
Posted by Beth at 1:06 PM
September 25, 2003
Dreams of Never Finishing School
Rachel Lucas had her first nightmare about never really graduating from college.
I hate to tell her this, but I graduated in 1975, and I still have that dream, only worse - I find out that because I did not take Home Economics in High School, my High School diploma doesn't count. Therefore, my College Degree is nonexistant.
Those dreams never, ever stop happening.
Sigh.
Posted by Beth at 8:08 PM
Long Night - Long Day
I'm really tired. Not as tired as John, who gave up sleeping at 3:00 am and came in here and blogged all night, but I'm pretty tired.
If you don't care about critters, check me tomorrow.
We have 5 dogs. The two oldest, Mickey the 13-year-old Golden Retriever and Little Guy the 12-year-old Chow, have some old age issues.
Little Guy was the big problem last night. The four major dogs were sleeping outside (we have had wonderfully mild weather lately) and at about 1:00 am, I was awakened by a woof ... woof ... woof ... woof and so on. That was Mickey. She is persistent as hell. (and the neighbors poor little miniature Schauzer was yipping all night long - he never ever gets to go inside). So I got out of bed and went down to the basement to let them inside.
I thought this was fine. Shadow (90 pound black lab), Whiskey (50 pound ugly, but lovable terrier mix), Mickey and Little Guy all made it upstairs to our bedroom.
Little Guy decided it was time to gnaw on one of the raw hide bones strewn throughout the house, and somehow managed to drag his teeth along it so that it sounded like someone scratching a blackboard.
Arggghhhh!!!!
So I got out of bed again, and took the bone from his grumpy jowls.
Then he decided that he had to have water - and only the water from the toilet was acceptable. I got out of bed again, and put the lid down on the potty.
Finally, Little Guy decided that since he had been outside all day long and had not dirtied the backyard, it was time to pee and poop in the house.
He wandered up and down the hallway with great awful odors emanating from his nether regions. I knew what was happening, but by now, it was 2:30, and I didn't want to get out of bed, I figured what the hell, it will be no worst in the morning.
By then Shadow was in the bed with us, along with our spare dog, Houdini. Little Girl the cat was bopping Houdini on the head for daring to cuddle with her humans, Gandalf the Grey Persian was trying to hump my leg, and Barnacle was whining that since everyone was up, she ought to get fed now.
I pulled the covers over my head.
John finally grumbled, got out of bed and cleaned up the many Little Guy poos and pees, put Little Guy back ouside and came back in and blogged all night long.
Time to eat dinner.
Beth
Posted by Beth at 6:58 PM | Comments (1)