Posted in miscellaneous on April 30th, 2005 2 Comments »
Lynndie England, one of the soldiers shown in the pictures abusing Iraqi prisoners in Abu Ghraib, is about to plead guilty. She’s taken a plea bargain, reducing her sentence from a potential 16 years to a breezy 11.
She’s 22. This girl/woman/soldier is my age. She probably went off to war, thinking she was saving the world. Going […]
Posted in how to piss me off on April 28th, 2005 1 Comment »
The Boy and I went out yesterday, we shopped, had a hair cut and went to Petit Bot (picture) - an amazing little sandy beach amongst the rocky side of the island. We had lunch on the picnic tables, and there was a happy beach going family with a dog there as well. When we were almost finished, the family came back […]
Posted in miscellaneous on April 26th, 2005 Comments Off
I’m looking for a job. I applied for a Right to Work permit nearly two months ago, and the island is truly unconcerned about our financial situation. I’ve decided just to look for a job, and then call them and say HEY, I HAVE A JOB, SIGN THE STUPID PIECE OF PAPER! It’s not like […]
Posted in the Boy on April 20th, 2005 2 Comments »
Because I’m a 15-year-old male adolescent, or because my mind just naturally falls in the gutter, I cannot hear the word pussy and not think blue thoughts. I have to subdue a giggle if people use it in a serious context. Pussy willow, pussy cat - amusing.
But, things like pussy-whipped or, you are a damned pussy or, that pussy […]
Posted in family on April 17th, 2005 Comments Off
Sunday afternoons are lovely. There is a big roast dinner, football on the TV and the family all running around and playing like mad. It’s like Thanksgiving every week, with less turkey and more roast potatoes.
My two brother-in-laws (pictured) are always around on a Sunday and they are especially sweet with the Monster. The mood is infectious.
It’s also, […]
Posted in miscellaneous on April 15th, 2005 4 Comments »
Remember that song? Anyone? I am embarrassed to admit that I sing it to myself just about every Friday. I didn’t like the song at the time, but funny (not funny ha-ha, but funny queer) how it’s stuck with me. Also, any time anyone asks, “What do you want to do?” I have to stop myself from […]