Way to go ABQjournal.
Rein = like on a horse, meaning to control or curtail. Reign = like a king.
I believe the Senate seeks to curb credit card practices, not rule over them like a sovereign nation.
Oy! Go APS, go!
Screen shot from today’s online version.
EDIT: Twenty minutes later, the headline reads: “Senate passes credit card overhaul bill”
“What is man without the beasts? If the beasts were gone, man would die from a loneliness of spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.”
— Chief Seattle, Suquamish People
Yes, even the deer that relieved itself on my lawn has meaning.
I believe we have a rogue deer in my part of the world.
How, might you ask, would I know that?
Because, I am a woman of New Mexico, daughter of a hunter and champion poo identifier.
That, my friends, is a healthy, well-fed ruminant.
So normally this wouldn’t bother me, but this little deposit, made Saturday evening, is located less than a foot from my home.
True, I live pretty much in the suburbs, but it’s not THAT suburban. We do have some open land a couple miles away from us, but it’s pretty tight housing and people where I’m at.
Here in California, we are SO anti the mountain lion, one gets spotted at a fair distance and the *freak* out happens. Quickly it’s captured and relocated or killed.
See, if we hadn’t killed all the mountain lions, those stick-legged animals wouldn’t be leaving their leavings in my front yard!
That’s the circle of life, people!
I’d be more than happy to help Bambi the Yard Visitor make his or her way onto my dinner plate, but noooo, California can’t have *that*.
Bambi is cute and doesn’t have sharp paws, so he gets to stick around, ruining fences, gardens and causing havoc but the feline meat eaters get ostracized.
*sigh*
(Note to my readers: oh yes I DID just post a poo photo on my blog! If the award winning Pioneer Woman can do it, well, so can I!)
We got a kickback package of goodies from a supplier today. All kinds of crunchy snack treats. We, as an organization, descended on the munchful food. Oh yes we did.
I, myself, came out of the fray with a nice bag of Cracker Jack.
Ah Cracker Jack, food of my youth. Yes!
After the : smack, slurp, crunch, devour : was done, I excitedly grabbed the prize from the bottom of the bag.
Oh man, this is going to be GOOD!
There it is! Red striped fun! Whee!
Ok, tear this bad boy open. Unfold the directions.
What the?
I know you can’t read the text in this crappy iPhone photo.
It says: “Can you guess who I grew up to be?” then a lot of blah blah text about growing up a Quaker and self-discipline and blah blah BLAH!
Ok, now we get to the good part. The directions “fold over along perforated lines to reveal image on the other side…”
Heeeere we go! Yes, this will be something funny, right? A goofy face! Oh man, I’m gonna laugh. Then I’m gonna show this to all my coworkers. We’ll laugh for like HOURS man! Ok…folding…
What the?
Why is Ben Franklin staring back at me? This can’t be right. Let me look at the directions again.
“In her 50 years as a reformer, Susan B. Anthony championed many causes blah blah BLAH…”
WHAT!?!?!?!
What is fun about Susan B. Anthony! This isn’t even a crazy face. It’s actually kind of creepy!
I. Got. Robbed.
No temporary tattoo?!? No fun game?!?!
Nobody is laughing. Prizes SUCK now!!!!
Frackin’ Cracker Jacks! : waves fists :
You know what it’s like, careening down a country road.
Driving faster than your headlights, as your driving instructor (Mr. McGinnis if you are an Albuquerque kid) might say.
And you see those two little glistening black eyes under two long ears, nose twitching by the side of the road.
That goddamn jackrabbit is making a decision. Here comes two tons of steel traveling just north of 90 mph.
Do I leap or do I stay still?
Stay still and stay safe. You know this side of the road, you don’t get to see anything new, no challenges.
Leap fast enough and you make it to the other side, a whole new world awaits. Fresh experiences, more room to grow.
Leap not quite fast enough and you are a hood ornament.
What do you do?
Don’t ask me, I’m just another conejo by the side of the road blinking into the approaching highbeams.
This morning I met a man outside of my manager’s office. He’s from the company that just bought my employer. He’s the counterpart to my boss. Odds are good he’ll be my next boss.
Later I walked down to the area where all the high level managers sit. My boss and four other directors are jam packed into a senior director’s office. A sudden impromptu meeting.
What the *hell* is going on?
Do I still have a job?
: twitch, twitch :
