been a fan for many many years - mornings on weekends I don't usually go unless I'm grabbing and leaving - but during the week - breakfast, lunch, and dinner are all awesome. I love it.
Kittens might work - but I know when it comes to cats my cat would just look at me like "you want me to do... what?? Yeah.. I'm gonna go take a nap" So I wonder if cats would be an effective anti-terrorism tool since they are about as concerned as a politician in a non-election year
Sometimes I love my job. Like you - sometimes I'm part of holding someone accountable - holding their feet to the fire because maybe they wouldn't have done what is right unless we did. Sometimes it's about good government and making sure we take care of people the way we're supposed to... I get to help people do that. Sometimes its hard because the challenges along the way are too hard or they make me frustrated - but what play or film wouldn't be good without that ONE thing to overcome? I just with I had those guys following me around singing and chanting like on that starbucks commercial. I mean - down with starbucks, but you gotta admit.. having your own cheerleading squad and mascot is pretty cool.... so I guess what I'm saying is ... I can't be a professional sports hero ... so I went into politics instead. And I'm pretty sure the Hawks are all the better for it.
a couple of weeks ago we had this HUGE fire in the warehouse behind my candidate's house. It was abandon and there were a few different groups that would rent it out for parties and what have you - but a few weeks ago it seriously burned the entire inside of the place - the only thing preventing it from coming over here was the fact it was made of brick.
Week or so later (since we're back and forth between LA and Sacramento) we come back from spending some time in Sacramento and I'm sleeping in the house by myself. In Lawrence I was accustom to the nice hum of cars driving by and the occasional siren (more so when the students are back) but her house is set back further from the busy streets so it is more silent which accentuates what noises I do hear.
So I'm dead asleep and I hear these scratching noises. I still swear on all the money in my pockets that it sounded just like someone trying to open the front door or pick the lock or something like that. I got up out of bed and crept over to the front door to look out the peep-hole. Nothing there. Looked around the house. Nothing. Went back to bed.
Few hours later I hear a THUD. I figured it was something I kicked off the bed - cause the other side of the bed is piled with files and not so dirty cloths etc... so I figured i just kicked something off the bed.
Not thirty minutes later I hear this crinkle crinkle THUD... crinkle crinkle THUD. I open my eyes - terrified - and sit up a little to look around. In the hall is a big huge nasty discusting displaced RAT dragging a candy bar down the hall. I shrieked at the top of my lungs and then went after the little guy grabbing the broom. Never caught him - but apparently now the whole neighborhood is over run with these rats that escaped the burning building. Now I hear them scratching all the time and sleep with the broom next to my bed.
I sympothize with any of the scary stories above...
Milton's
been a fan for many many years - mornings on weekends I don't usually go unless I'm grabbing and leaving - but during the week - breakfast, lunch, and dinner are all awesome. I love it.
April 25, 2006 at 4:30 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
Clearly Cleary
I still want a clubhouse!!
April 16, 2006 at 7:59 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
Calling Larry King
Kittens might work - but I know when it comes to cats my cat would just look at me like "you want me to do... what?? Yeah.. I'm gonna go take a nap" So I wonder if cats would be an effective anti-terrorism tool since they are about as concerned as a politician in a non-election year
January 8, 2006 at 1:23 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
Looking at Washington
Sometimes I love my job. Like you - sometimes I'm part of holding someone accountable - holding their feet to the fire because maybe they wouldn't have done what is right unless we did. Sometimes it's about good government and making sure we take care of people the way we're supposed to... I get to help people do that. Sometimes its hard because the challenges along the way are too hard or they make me frustrated - but what play or film wouldn't be good without that ONE thing to overcome? I just with I had those guys following me around singing and chanting like on that starbucks commercial. I mean - down with starbucks, but you gotta admit.. having your own cheerleading squad and mascot is pretty cool.... so I guess what I'm saying is ... I can't be a professional sports hero ... so I went into politics instead. And I'm pretty sure the Hawks are all the better for it.
November 3, 2005 at 10:53 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
The most terrifying night of my life
a couple of weeks ago we had this HUGE fire in the warehouse behind my candidate's house. It was abandon and there were a few different groups that would rent it out for parties and what have you - but a few weeks ago it seriously burned the entire inside of the place - the only thing preventing it from coming over here was the fact it was made of brick.
Week or so later (since we're back and forth between LA and Sacramento) we come back from spending some time in Sacramento and I'm sleeping in the house by myself. In Lawrence I was accustom to the nice hum of cars driving by and the occasional siren (more so when the students are back) but her house is set back further from the busy streets so it is more silent which accentuates what noises I do hear.
So I'm dead asleep and I hear these scratching noises. I still swear on all the money in my pockets that it sounded just like someone trying to open the front door or pick the lock or something like that. I got up out of bed and crept over to the front door to look out the peep-hole. Nothing there. Looked around the house. Nothing. Went back to bed.
Few hours later I hear a THUD. I figured it was something I kicked off the bed - cause the other side of the bed is piled with files and not so dirty cloths etc... so I figured i just kicked something off the bed.
Not thirty minutes later I hear this crinkle crinkle THUD... crinkle crinkle THUD. I open my eyes - terrified - and sit up a little to look around. In the hall is a big huge nasty discusting displaced RAT dragging a candy bar down the hall. I shrieked at the top of my lungs and then went after the little guy grabbing the broom. Never caught him - but apparently now the whole neighborhood is over run with these rats that escaped the burning building. Now I hear them scratching all the time and sleep with the broom next to my bed.
I sympothize with any of the scary stories above...
October 28, 2005 at 8:54 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
When in Lawrence, do as the townies do
I miss home... :( <sends regards to Lawrence> hope to return soon
August 25, 2005 at 1:24 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
I'm too sexy for my shirt
I think your art deco tie is daring and it works and it seems quite stylish
June 12, 2005 at 5:09 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )