Friday, May 30, 2008

We Can Only Hope

NEW YORK POST, today- "SUSAN SARANDON, who appeared in three films last year and won kudos for her TV movie "Bernard and Doris," is still not a contented soul. She says if John McCain gets elected, she will move to Italy or Canada. She adds, "It's a critical time, but I have faith in the American people."

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Move Over, Rigoletto...

...here comes another clown:

"MILAN, Italy (AP) - First it was the film and the book. Now the next stop for Al Gore's "An Inconvenient Truth" is opera.
La Scala officials say the Italian composer Giorgio Battistelli has been commissioned to produce an opera on the international multiformat hit for the 2011 season at the Milan opera house. The composer is currently artistic director of the Arena in Verona."

[h/t Breitbart]

Hm. This gives me an idea.

"Health Care Crisis: The Musical!"
Featuring the music of the most famous band from that paradise of socialized medicine, the UK: The Beatles.

Act One:
"I Feel Fine"
"If I Fell"
"I'm Down"

Act Two:
"Doctor Robert"
"Misery"
"Hey St. Jude's"

Act Three:
"I'm Only Sleeping"
"When I'm 64"
"The End"

Safe. Legal...

Washington, DC (LifeNews.com) -- A Planned Parenthood in the District of Columbia is the subject of a new lawsuit from the mother of a teenager injured in a botched abortion. The abortion involved a teenager who was a victim of rape and the abortion left her with significant medical problems.

Emma Jean Butler took her daughter Shantese Butler to Planned Parenthood Metropolitan on September 7, 2006 for an abortion after Shantese was a victim of sexual assault.

According to the lawsuit, Shantese Butler sustained significant physical damage as a result of the abortion.

The abortion resulted in severe abdominal bleeding, severe vaginal injury, severe injury to the cervix, significant uterine perforation, and a small bowel tear. As a result of the injuries, Butler will be unable to have biological children the rest of her life.

Additionally, parts of the unborn child were left inside Butler after a post-abortion examination conducted the next day.

Kristan Hawkins, the director of Students for Life of America, notified LifeNews.com of the lawsuit, filed on February 12, 2008, that seeks $50 million in damages.

Hawkins says Planned Parenthood has denied the injuries and Butler's infertility as a result of the botched abortion. Lawyers for the abortion business state in their response to the lawsuit that Butler's claims are barred by the doctrines of informed consent and assumption of risk.

"It is outrageous that Planned Parenthood thinks they are excused from being held liable because Shantese was informed of possible risks associated with abortion," Hawkins told LifeNews.com. "In no other medical profession would this be acceptable."

"How ironic is it that the pro-abortion movement claims they want abortions to be 'safe, legal, and rare,' when, in this poster case for abortion, Shantese was permanently injured," Hawkins added.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

My Nemesis-es.

I suppose everyone has a nemesis. Superman has Lex Luthor. James Bond had Goldfinger. (Come to think of it, Q had James Bond.) And of course Dr. Doofenschmerz has Perry the Platypus (see below).

I have a bevy of nemeses. Self-doubt may top the list, but it gets an assist from a few cardinal sins: pride, envy, sloth. And gluttony, if there are any Double Stuff Oreos around. (Damn you, Nabisco! Damn you!)

Self-doubt is a real writer's nemesis. I mean, think about it. You wake up in the morning and here comes another day of you and a blank screen and the hope that whatever you manage to put on it will actually be of some use to somebody. I guess if you write technical stuff or clothing catalogues for a living there is a reasonable chance that this is actually the case. But if you're writing a book you've been working of for two years or a spec screenplay, well then. The odds diminish a bit, don't they?

I mean, that's only being realistic.

Here's a debate question for writers:

Reality: Friend or Foe?

I'll have to pick that up some other time. In the mean time enjoy the clip. I just love "Phineas and Ferb."



Tuesday, May 27, 2008

The Best Part of Waking Up

Another glorious day. Wake up. feed dog, start coffee brewing while I check the headlines.

Ah, that rich, heartwarming aroma .Strong today. The scent of java seems to fill the house.

That reassuring sound of coffee drippping into the pot. Huh. Funny. Sounds more like dribbling this morning.

And now it sounds like splashing...better check this...

Note to self: remember tomorrow to put the coffeepot under the machine before you press the button.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

How To Tell Summer Is Here

a) it says "Memorial Day" on the calendar

b) You spend your evening listening for the tornado sirens.

Yes, it's storm season here in the Upper Midwest. We were promised a full afternoon of storms in the Cities. Said storms did not materialize, but now I'm listening to the guys on the radio talk about the Twins' week and they have to keep stopping to tell us where the twisters have been sighted so far. And people say life in the Midwest is quiet.

Last summer we had a day when the sirens blasted outside my house. Note that I say "outside." I was standing in my livingroom watching the wind pick up and the sky turn a sick green, and I thought, "Say- do I hear something?" I had to step outside to make sure. There it was, a distant wail. I don't think this is a very wise strategem, having sirens you can only hear if you go outside. But that's just me. I'm picky.

Anyway we're on alert here. How's everyone else's weekend going?

Friday, May 23, 2008

That Does It, I Quit

Yesterday was the annual Little Flowers Mothers' Tea. Little Flowers is an after-school club for Catholic girls. They do crafts and play games, typical afterschool stuff, but they also do a lot of seriously intentional things: study lives of the saints, learn about the different virtues and how they can practice them, do charity projects. Sophia loves it.

So for the Tea, all the girls in her group were supposed to wear their official Little Flowers sashes. A blue sash like the green one we used to have in the Girl Scouts, with the different badges sewn on.

Stumbling block: DIH hates to sew.

Let me repeat that: DIH HAAAATES!!! to sew. Buttons can bite the dust, hems can drooop, and still she avoids the needle like the plague. Sewing is for the dextrous. Which I ain't.

But she pulled up her socks. She reminded herself that it was all part of the job. And then she dug out the sewing box and the thread and she sat down and she sewed eveyrone of those badges on.

They were not round, like those old Girl Scouts badges. One was octagonal. The others- and this I did think was odd- were shaped kind of like little tombstones. But I lined them up in rows stitched the things on. Then for obvious reasons I patted myself on the back. Good mom work, Desperate. Well done!

So I arrive at the Mothers' Tea and hand Sophia her sash with a flourish. Am I a great mom, or what?

She looks at me. "What did you do?"

It turns out the octagonal badge was supposed to be the center of a flower. The "tombstones"
were supposed to go around it, like petals. Little Flowers. Get it?

Sophia wouldn't wear the sash. This turned out to be fine, as only about three of the other kids remembered theirs.

I swear, that's the last time I try any of this crafts nonsense.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Morning Routine, Revised

Revised for spring.

Wake up an hour earliy. Debate getting up and making myself useful. Reject the idea, since as soon as I get up so will the dog, which will wake everyone up.

Alarm. Get up. Forget to suck on purple inhaler.

Take dog out to yard. Realize I've forgotten purple inhaler. Key to this realization is the onset of asthma attack. Dash back inside.

Search for other inhaler. Find it. Debate sucking on it immediately or knocking back my morning super-nutrient shake first. If I take the inhaler first I'll be breathing but high as a kite. If I stop to knock back a shake I might die of asphyxiation before I finish it. Decisions, decisions.

Shove inhaler between teeth and inhaaaaaaale.
Breathe.

Blame ensuing adrenaline rush on the three cups of coffee I will now chug.

As long as I stay on schedule I figure I'm ok.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Great Minds Think Alike

Middle of May and it's barely 40 degrees outside. Grey, overcast skies. Damp wind. The feeling summer will never come. Gloom.

3pm. Second-grader comes home from school. Puts down her backpack. "I have one page of homework," she announces. "Then I think we should just get into our pj's and have a cozy day."

"I'll make tea," I agreed.

Sometimes I think that kid is a genius.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Why She Acts Is Why I Blog

On Not Attending My College Reunion

Why bother, when all the good parts are available on YouTube?



Same hill, different season:


Money well spent, Mom and Dad!

Tax Cheats and the Cheating Cheaters Who Cheat On Them

In today's Star-Tribune, the results of a poll:

"Republican Sen. Norm Coleman holds a seven-point lead over his DFL challenger Al Franken, who appears to have been weakened by his recent tax problems...'If he can't handle his own affairs, then I don't think he can handle the Senate,' said [one of the people polled]."

42 per cent of those polled say they are not satisfied with the explanations Franken has offered for his failure to pay taxes in half a dozen states where he collected income. "How could you not pay your taxes? that just jumps out at you," said one man who participated in the poll.

And in an "only in Minnesota" response, one man polled added, "Bless his heart, but I don't think he's a qualified as Norm Coleman."

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Hey Sports Fans!

DIH's morning routine is very simple. Get up, feed dog, make coffee. Tap computer awake. Check email, weather forecast, Drudge. And of course, check the LA Times, for the obituaries.

Ah, the obits. The "Irish Sports Page," as my father used to say. Your chance to gloat that, as of yet another dawn, you are not the featured item. Hurray for you!

The LA Times is a fun source because of the Hollywood connection. Every once in a while they write up the death of some actor or bit player you saw in one movie when you were seven years old, and the question "what the heck was his name" has been bugging you ever since. Now you, like the deceased, can have some peace.

But today the LAT outdid itself. Today they published the weirdest obituary of all time. In all my years of red-blooded Celtic deathwatching I've never seen anything like it. The link is

http://www.latimes.com/news/obituaries/la-me-karman18-2008may18,0,4488738.story

if you're interested. In the meantime,a few excerpts should give you the idea.

"Harvey Karman, a flamboyant psychologist whose invention made a key contribution to women's reproductive health, particularly by making abortions simpler, cheaper and less painful, died May 6 at Cottage Hospital in Santa Barbara. He was 84.

"Activist, inventor, educator and rogue, Karman was drawn to the plight of women facing unwanted pregnancy in the 1950s,
In the early 1970s he developed a soft, flexible tube, or cannula, for a device that was widely adopted in the United States and developing countries to perform early abortions. In 1972 [he] was part of a humanitarian mission to terminate the pregnancies of 1,500 Bangladesh women and girls who had been raped by Pakistani soldiers. His cannula is still widely used today.

"Karman's name is not known, yet his ingenuity and to some extent his courage has made safe abortion available to literally millions of women around the world.

"Karman also had many detractors, particularly because of his attempt to revolutionize second-trimester abortions with a device called the super coil, which was inserted into the uterus and expanded when exposed to moisture, causing a miscarriage. It caused serious complications, including hemorrhaging and infection, when it was used on about a dozen women in Philadelphia on Mother's Day in 1972.

[And now for the money quote:]

"Karman was born Harvey Walters on April 26, 1924, in the tiny northwest Oregon town of Clatskanie. He did not know his father, and his mother, who led a transient lifestyle, often left him in orphanages. "

What can I say?
What do you all say?

Friday, May 16, 2008

It Doesn't Get Any Cooler Than This.

Adoption has been in the news a lot recently. Earlier this week Laura Ingraham announced on her show that she has adopted a little girl from Guatemala, and on Saturday my brother-in-law and his wife will travel to Armenia to pick up their new daughter. It's all the rage.

DIH's gorgeous daughter is adopted. Let me just say right away, there is nothing cooler than adopting a child. One day you're walking around empty-handed and the next you've got a baby in your arms. Your baby. I mean, come on, how cool is that?

You know from Day One it's your kid. Um... the baby doesn't necessarily know that, yet. The first few days she may stare at you with a "Who the hell is this???" look in her eyes. She may also be quite vocal about her feelings. This is good. It means she's paying attention and is no pushover. [Note to overseas airline passengers: try not to complain that the baby in seat 34 E is making too much noise. New parents who just spend 24 hours in the air and two weeks on the ground in some godforsaken corner of the world are in no mood to be conciliatory. Trust me.]

Of course there's tons of adjusting in store. Suddenly becoming a mommy in your 40s has its challenges. Like, playgroups. Playgroups are full of young children and their ridiculously youthful moms. When DIH walked into her first baby playgroup with Sophia in her arms, the group leader gave her a big smile and exclaimed, "You look too young to be a grandmother!" "Thank you, " DIH croaked.

But you make a lot of younger friends. Which is very, very cool. it has its odd moments, of course. Like when your fellow parents invite you to dinner and serve barbecued ribs and macaroni salad. You get this wistful, nostalgic feeling for a moment--"I remember when I could eat this stuff. Sigh..." Then you get a grip and load up you plate with whatever greed stuff that's around. Pull up your socks, suck in your stomach and eat your salad. It's good for you.

We adopted Sophia when DIH was 45. She is now seven. You do the math. By all reasonable standards DIH should be way past the "mommy" stage.

But she is not. At 52 she has a second-grader. And I have never, ever felt luckier.

There are so many special moments Sophia and I have shared. True story:
SOPHIA: "Mommy! I lost a tooth today!"
DIH: "Really? So did I!"

Last weekend my daughter made her First Holy Communion. Did you hear that? Her FIRST COMMUNION!!! And I, her 50-something mom, got to buy the white dress and the shoes and the little veil, and take the pictures and throw the party and beam with pride, all the while thinking "I CAN'T BELIEVE I FINALLY GET TO DO THIS!!! THANK YOU, GOD!!"

I'm telling you. Adoption rocks. Congratulations, Laura, and good luck on your mission, Kevin and Sonia. You're in for the ride of a lifetime. Welcome to the adoption club- we're a fun, fabulous group!

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

In Which Desperate Irish Housewife Continues Today's Literature Seminar

Read the James Frey excerpt (below), if you haven't already. Then read this.

"There once lived a Wolf and he had a brother who looked just like him. He had gray and black fur he had very sharp teeth and claws. He had a long tongue, his eyebrows were big and his eyeballs were always slanted. He looked VERY scary and his brother looked just like him. All the other wolves were very scared of them! Their names were Sharp Teeth and Claw Face!
One day they went out hunting for food..."

Pardon me for pointing out the obvious. But the above passage is so much better than Frey's. For good reason: you want to know what happens next, the character descriptions are powerful and vivid, and the wolves have names. So you know who you're reading about.

The story of Sharp Teeth and Claw Face was written by Miss Sophia Vigilante, who is seven years old and is in second grade.

Since I know the suspense is kiling you. here's the rest of the story. Enjoy-

"They wanted to find a nice juicy sheep and eat it. But what about the shepherd? How could they get a sheep when the shepherd was guarding them? They thought and thought. Then Claw Face got an idea. "Sharp Teeth you distract the shepherd. I will get the juiciest sheep I can find OK." Then they put their plan into action.

" When they got tot he place, Sharp Teeth ran in front of the shepherd. While he was distracting the shepherd Claw Face snuck and tried to find the juiciest sheep then finally he found the perfect one.

"He cut it and killed it. Then, he gave a signal to Sharp Teeth, and both left and had a nice juicy sheep for dinner.
The End."

Maybe I should send it on to Random House. Hey, ten percent of $1.5 mil is a lot of money, right?

A Million Missing Punctuation Marks

Dear, dear. James Frey is at it again. The disgraced author of the fraudulent memoir "A Million Little Pieces" has a new book out.

First of all, let's give a little credit where credit is due: at least this time Frey had the sense to label the book a novel. "Bright Shiny Morning" is about LA. Yeah, LA. Hollywood. Tinseltown. A million shattered dreams. Tough-talking guys n'gals. Mexican maricons making it big as gossip columnists. Well, come on, what else?

Here's a game. Read the following excerpt to your friends. Then everyone tells at what point they knew the guy was going to grow up to be a gay gossip columnist:

"He was born in Miami his parents were Cuban. He grew up wanting to become an actor the biggest Latin movie star in history. As a child he dressed up and put on shows for his mother, his sister they both loved hin and his shows and they fawned over him he was a precocious child."

Harrumph, you say. Why, Desperate, is it so important that the character is a gossip columnist? Why dwell on the "gay" aspect? Answer: because nothing else happens here. The excerpt ends with the man (he doesn't have a name- see, LA is a big town full of nameless faceless people, get it? that's called literature, by the way- especially when you leave out the quotation marks) having a popular internet gossip column. It's basically a resume, actually. It's like the character notes for a novel Frey planned but never found the time to write.

Still, you have to hand it to Frey. It wasn't even two years ago that "A Million Little Pieces" was exposed and Oprah ripped him apart on national TV. It takes a lot of nerve to make this kind of comeback. Even as DIH types her little blog, "Bright Shiny Morning" is Number One on Amazon. And his publisher, Random House, reportedly gave Frey a $1.5 million advance for "BSM."

I gotta find out who his agent is.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

This Is From Memory, But...

(Woody Allen and Diane Keaton are sharing a late-night walk in "Manhattan.")

WOODY ALLEN: My ex-wife left me for another woman. They have custody of our son.

DIANE KEATON: And you're worried? You shouldn't be, I've read the research, it's fine. It's like having two mothers.

WOODY ALLEN: Really? Most people barely survive one mother.

Happy Mother's Day from DIH.

Friday, May 09, 2008

Oh Yeah. They're Scared.

Is it just me, or is everyone having this problem:

Every time I try to call up a story about Hillary Clinton, my internet connection goes kerplooey.

This has not always been the case. Back when the former First Lady (I use the term loosely) was the presumptive (and I do mean presumptive) nominee, I could read about her until the cows came home. In fact I could hardly avoid it. Whenever there was a headline that looked halfway interesting all DIH had to do was doubleclick and boom, there it was.

But ever since Hil's Indiana squeaker win, I can't get any information. It's like every time a Hillary story sees me coming it takes a flying leap for the ozone layer. And I get the beachball, and then the "The application has unexpectedly quit go ahead and call if you want but no one's gonna fix it" notice.

I suspect skullduggery is afoot. Clearly the Clinton campaign has decided Desperate Irish Housewife is too dangerous to be kept informed.

Yeah. That's gotta be it.

Fear me, Democrats! I have the power!

"Yamaha Music Education Is Worth Every Penny" Department

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Two Billion Dollars Could Buy...

Lifted from The Lair of the Catholic Caveman (www.catholic-caveman.blogspot.com). Seldom has DIH seen such brilliant commentary. Story is from the Catholic News Service; comments are from the Caveman himself.
(And one if these days DIH really must update her blogroll.)


"Gas, food prices hurting agencies' ability to deliver social services " (I guess that 2 BILLION dollars paid out because most bishops protected kiddie-rapists could come in kinda handy right now, huh?)
By Mark Pattison
Catholic News Service

WASHINGTON (CNS) -- In the Diocese of Springfield, Mass., the Catholic Charities affiliate could get 100 gallons of home heating oil and pay a reconnection fee for $150 during the winter of 2006-07, according to executive director Vickie Riddle. This past winter, without the reconnection fee going up, the price jumped to $352.
COMMENT-I guess that 2 BILLION dollars paid out because most bishops protected kiddie-rapists could come in kinda handy right now, huh?

"People think that food banks get everything donated," Riddle told CNS. "That's absolutely not true. ... As we all know from the news, it's costing the truckers who take this food across the nation $1,000 to fill up their tanks instead of the $400-$500 it used to cost them." People are getting less at food banks, she said, because Catholic Charities faces increasing demand in other areas.
COMMENT-I guess that 2 BILLION dollars paid out because most bishops protected kiddie-rapists could come in kinda handy right now, huh?

One area is an increase in federal fees charged to process immigration documents. "When it costs $400 per application to bring a child from another country, it's going to impact your rent," Riddle said.
COMMENT-I guess that 2 BILLION dollars paid out because most bishops protected kiddie-rapists could come in kinda handy right now, huh?

"It's an interconnected disaster for those people who are living on the margins of poverty, or have a working-poor income," she added.
COMMENT-I guess that 2 BILLION dollars paid out because most bishops protected kiddie-rapists could come in kinda handy right now, huh?

"Catholic Charities of Tennessee, which covers the 38 counties of the Diocese of Nashville, runs the Loaves and Fishes thrice-weekly soup kitchen. Last year, it served 140 meals a day on average. This year, the average is 170, according to program administrator Wendy Overlock. On April 28, the number was 238.
COMMENT-I guess that 2 BILLION dollars paid out because most bishops protected kiddie-rapists could come in kinda handy right now, huh?

"The client load at Loaves and Fishes mirrors the spike in Springfield, where Riddle said the client load was 525 in 2005-06, ballooned to 1,590 in 2006-07, with 1,670 already served in 2007-08. "At the end of our year (June 30) we will have served over 2,000 families," Riddle said.
COMMENT-I guess that 2 BILLION dollars paid out because most bishops protected kiddie-rapists could come in kinda handy right now, huh?

"Catholic Charities of Tennessee is now expected to pay fuel taxes on all deliveries. Loaves and Fishes has stopped including milk with its meals as one cutback measure, Overlock said.
COMMENT- I guess that 2 BILLION dollars paid out because most bishops protected kiddie-rapists could come in kinda handy right now, huh?

"If we're buying the same amount of food it's not lasting as long," she said, adding that the agency cuts corners whenever it can, but still complies with health codes and regulations and serves a nutritious meal. "This is like running a business," she said. "You can only go so far."
COMMENT-I guess that 2 BILLION dollars paid out because most bishops protected kiddie-rapists could come in kinda handy right now, huh?

Caveman concludes:
"In other words, I refuse to allow the USCCB piss and moan about how things are sooooo financially tough right now, and as we all know, it's the fault of evil oil companies and equally evil Republicans.

"But let's not hold ourselves up to the blinding light of day when it comes to the hundreds and hundreds of millions of dollars heaped upon victims, because most... that's right, I said MOST of the members of the USCCB decided to either actively protect, or purposefully keep their mouths shut, when a extremely small minority of [homosexual] "priests" were raping little boys."

More Technology For Better Living

From TIMESONLINE:

"The Bluetooth wireless technology that allows people to use a hands-free earpiece while making a mobile telephone call could soon alert the emergency services when someone has a heart attack, Ofcom predicts.

"The communications regulator said that sensors could be implanted into people at risk of heart attack or diabetic collapse that would allow doctors to monitor them remotely.

"If the “in-body network” recorded that the person had suddenly collapsed, it would send an alert, via a nearby base station at their home, to a surgery or hospital."

Other uses:

-Low blood sugar alert. Calls the nearest Godiva store and arranges delivery. Also contacts Dunkin' Donuts on request.
-Drowsing on the carpool line: sends message to Starbucks. Your latte will be ready in ten seconds.
-Brainwave fluctuations indicate host is losing her mind in the curtains sections at Kohl's: Martha Stewart will drop through roof via parachute. Saves the day.
-Capable of sending coded messages to other host organisms. Especially useful on soccer field. E.g. "Put my kid in now, Coach, I'm not standing out here in the cold for no damn reason."

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

...fever...

the head reels, the nose runs, the bad dreams come in droves: car breaksdown, phone dies, tiger shows up. bad tiger.bad, big tiger. run. then swim. tiger can swim, too. good thing lion can't....
allergy season. pollen steals air, antihistamines steal sanity; where to turn?
spring pretty but everyone in house sick today because of spring, we think.

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Banner Night

Tomorrow is First Communion Day. You can imagine the flurry of activity DIH has been immersed in lately: dress-shopping, veil-shopping, counting up the paper plates and cheap wineglasses.

First Communion preparation at Sophia's school is very thorough. Their are tests and interviews to make sure the kid knows, insofar as a kid can, what the Eucharist is and what it means to receive it. Really, DIH is impressed. I don't recall anything like it when I was a kid.

There is one relatively new custom, though, that I'm not so sure about. On Thursday night-or maybe it was Wednesday, it's been a blurry week- all the First Communion kids and their parents had to assemble in the church hall to make felt banners.

I know, I know. "What is this, 1973? Felt banners? Come on! Where's the guy with the guitar and the crappy songbook?" But it was a requirement. So off we went.

You should have seen the set-up in the church hall. Henry Ford would have been proud. A long, long table with little trays of every arts and cratfs supply you could think of- pop-poms, do-dads, pipe cleaners, gooey sparkly stuff, a host of things DIH could not identify. Scattered through the rest of the hall were round tables with two banners and two names apiece. We found ours. We collected do-dads. We got to work.

The "we" part of it fell apart pretty quickly. The kids lost interest and decided their time would be better spent playing. The moms, for the most part, got stuck with finishing the banners.

DIH is not really one for arts and crafts. She does not like pom-poms. She does not like do-dads. She does not care for glue and she really hates that sparkly sticky stuff. One glance around the room told her this was not the case with all the ther moms. Some of them were really going to town.

I was sharing a table with a woman who'd already had three first communicants in her family. You should have seen her work. Man, she was all over those pipe cleaners. She used them for flower stems. She made a three-dimensional bouquet. Yes, THREE-DIMENSIONAL. Not to be outdone, naturally DIH attempted to steal her idea. It did not go well. I settels for gluing on some ribbon. Thank God there was plenty of ribbon to go around.

I was glad when it was over and we at least had a banner we're to hang on the end of our pew tomorrow morning. Look for the one that says "Sophia Vigilante" and has no pipe cleaners.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Another Reason To Love Minnesota

Minneapolis Star-Tribune, April 30:

"A raccoon that crawled into a substation knocked out power to1,500 customers near Rochester. Repair costs will be $750,000."

Take my word: the squirrels put him up to it.