dread

I don’t know what has been up with me lately. I’ve been a little off. Off kilter, off my rocker, off side. I’m sure it is just a momentary lapse of seasonal dysfunction (that disorder most people get in the winter I seem to get in the summer). A big part of it, however, is good ol

I'm surprised. I loved Sex and the City, the movie. It was hilarious.

I'm surprised. I loved Samantha. She was wickedly funny.

I will SPOIL NEARLY EVERTHING with this post. You've been warned.

The next time you get a parking ticket, don’t post your strategy for getting out of it on the Internet. A local motorist received a ticket at the end of May and proceeded to ask for advice about his avoidance strategy online:

Here I am once again.  Needing to go to bed because I can’t seem to get enough sleep lately but also needing to get the laundry switched from washer to dryer so I have some pants to wear to work tomorrow.

As usual, I have nothing of substance to say so will just ramble for a bit here. 

The NashPo blog points to this Chattimes article that divulges that the recent TNGOP

Sadly for us parents, this is the last week of school before summer vacation begins. Yes, I love having a week or two that I don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn, but the thought of 2 1/2 loooong months of kids at home fighting fills me with dread.  Here’s my vote for year-round school!

The worst part about most bad things, from death to taxes, is the dread. Sitting around worrying about something makes the bad event appear ten times worse.

I saw the Shopper so I know what next Monday's Sentinel will look like. While the size is OK for a weekly, I dread having that small of a daily, along with no longer getting a TV guide. I wonder if newspapers are really in such dire shape or if the shrinking is just about more profits at the top. I notice the 10lb magazine skirt! put out by Scripps seems to be doing well. I like skirt!

The video in this link is an interesting look at a political campaign where a minority candidate battles a conservative maverick to win the White House. If this sounds like something you hope for later in the year (or dread), rest assured, it’s from the West Wing - but the parallels are, um, there in heaps.