Can You Say "Republican"?

I’m not into politics. I had to say that up front just so we’re clear that the purpose of this post is not to share my political views. I just had to share this photo.

I’m a t-shirt kind of girl. I especially like funny t-shirts. Put a cute little kid like this one in a funny t-shirt and I totally cannot resist him.

This is not my child, by the way. Or my grandchild. It’s not some random kid off the playground either. This budding young Republican is the child of a friend. Said friend shall remain nameless. You should know, though, that I DID NOT bully this friend into letting me post the picture. She asked for it.

Though this really isn’t about politics, while we’re bashing the Democrats…

Check out this image that says lots of folks don’t think Obama is experienced enough.

This picture is kind of funny, too. Just a little.

Here’s one that made me laugh out loud.

And one that just sort of gives me the willies.

Since I really am not into politics, I’ll stop. It’s time for bed anyway.

Please, by all means, share this post with a friend. And tell them to share, too. This little guy is just too cute not to pass around!

Jumping for Joy


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Originally uploaded by odvrsovah

I don’t know these people. But they look like fun people.

I don’t know where they are. But it looks like a cool spot.

I don’t know what they’re so happy about. But it’s good to be happy.

I don’t know why I am posting this. But I’m going to do it anyway.

You probably don’t know why you read this blog either. But please come back. I promise to get more interesting in the near future!

What the EFF?

The thing about writing a blog, especially a blog like mine without a defined niche or “voice”, is that it isn’t always easy to come up with stuff to write about.

It’s not so much writer’s block as it is deciding what bit of your life is interesting or dramatic enough to blog about. No one wants to read about someone else’s average, ordinary day.

It might be tempting for some to write about work. After all, most of us spend more time with co-workers than we do with our families. And funny stuff does tend to happen at work.

Don’t. Even if your job is interesting and you have nothing but great things to say about your employer. Because bloggers have been fired for doing just that. Some companies just don’t like blogging, I guess.

The most famous fired-for-blogging blogger is Heather Armstrong of Dooce. She’s so famous, in fact, that the term “dooced” was coined for her. It pretty much means you got fired / reprimanded / shunned / tarred and feathered because your employers / family / friends found out that you blog and don’t like what you have to say. Some folks are being let go not because they write about their companies, but because their employers find their views objectionable.

Some employers have a point. Some people, like the Citigroup trader responsible for this “gem” of a blog, deserve it. (In my opinion, it wouldn’t hurt to have folks like him exiled from society completely. Sadly, it’s been reported that his sick site gets 60,000 hits a day!)

If you’re going to blog, you should be aware of the rules. Which is the whole point of this post. I stumbled across the Web home of the Electronic Freedom Foundation (EFF) and thought I’d share it with my not-so-vast, but hopefully growing, fan base.

They clue you in on things like legal liability issues, defamation rules, intellectual property rights, etc. Which is good to know. Because it is so easy, thus very tempting, when using the Internet to lift images, borrow text, poke fun at people, etc.

So, while it isn’t “gripping” reading by any stretch of the imagination, it’s good to know the site and the group exists.

If you’re wondering about the image I used in this post, I didn’t create it. I got it from CKSinfo.com. And I read their “terms of use” first.

If you’re wondering if I ever blog about work, I don’t. I mean, I’ve admitted that I do have a job. And I’ve probably at least alluded to the fact that I work from my home office. But I like my co-workers. My bosses rock. The company I work for has treated me fairly. And that’s pretty much the most I’ll ever say about it.

Gasp! Hubby is Unemployed.

This is a bastardized version of an image I foundMike is officially out of work. When he resigned, although he really wanted to use a certain “f-you” expletive and leave, he decided to be professional about things. So he gave three weeks notice, instead of the customary two. The day after Labor Day was to be his last day.

Yesterday, he was informed that three weeks wasn’t necessary, two was sufficient, and his last day needed to be before the end of the month. The “cheap bastards” (his words) didn’t want to pay him for the holiday. Or for his health insurance coverage through the end of September. This, after 25 years of service to the company.

Now, I really think “f-you” would have been appropriate there. I’m sure it was even more tempting to say it then. He didn’t. Instead, he just packed up what was left of his personal belongings and left.

Originally, he was going to stick it out ’til the end of the day. “Why wait,” I said to him. “Just leave now.” So he did.

Now I have a househusband! Perhaps he’ll be at my beck and call as I slave away to bring home the bacon. He can bring me coffee, and make me lunch. Keep my ice-water topped off, even.

Uh, maybe not. I’ll let you know how THAT one plays out.


NOTE: the above image, which really looks nothing like my dear Hubby, who certainly does not smoke, is a bastardized version of the image found HERE. I hate imageless posts, they’re just boring.

Now, for some STUPID news… there’s a tropical storm tormenting Florida. A man described as an “experienced kite-boarder and all-around great guy” decided it would be a good time to catch the breeze. Wanna see what happened?

He may be a nice guy, and I’m sorry to see him hurt. But, DUH!

Northumberland, Pennsylvania

I took my Aunt Doris back home to Northumberland on Saturday. My Mom and my Aunt Kathy went along for the ride.

This picture shows my Aunt Kathy Evans (nee Saxton) and Great Uncle Jack Leighow standing. Seated on the swing, left to right are my Mom, Doris Reichard (nee Saxton), My Great Aunt Doris Leighow (nee Shannon) and me.

It was a very nice trip. Three generations of women trapped in a car for two and a half hours was the perfect opportunity for us to catch up and reminisce. And share some stories that had us all giggling along the way.

We asked Aunt Doris to give us a quick tour of the town. To show us old landmarks and such.

We were almost there when she turned to me and asked, “Would you like to see where Thelma (her sister and my Grandma) went to housekeeping?”

“Um,” I replied with a pause, “sure. But what does that mean?”

They all got a chuckle from that one. “Housekeeping” is what they used to say when referring to newlyweds living in their first house.

We couldn’t find the place. Aunt Doris thinks it was torn down. But we did see some other landmarks. One of the things we saw was my great grandmother’s old house. That’s Grandma’s mother, who lived into her 90s, too.

You can see all of the photos if you visit my Picasa web album. I have got to take my son up there for a visit. Uncle Jack is quite a character. Eric would LOVE him!

I’ll close with a picture I took of some flowers that were catercorner from my great grandparents’ (Saxton) house.