So now it comes to light that the Governator of Cal-i-for-nia has been engaged in extracurricular activities. Tsk, tsk.
Is there any such thing as fidelity anymore?
The video was probably more poignant before the revelation of Arnold's dalliances.
Another teacher scandal. So it's not just celebrities.
I don't know that I consider the students so much as victims, but certainly the children are, and the husband.
Took my shirts to a dry cleaner I haven't used in years. When I gave them my [old - land line] phone number, they asked "Ron?".
"No, it's Don." After a couple of back-and-forths, I conceded that "Ron" would work just fine in the context of the situation.
The counter girl working there was possibly not born in this country, and was very nice.
I was reminded of an old grade school friend who I visited with recently. Never married, he's pursued advanced degrees (Thunderbird - the management school, not the cheap hootch), lived and worked abroad. He was spending some time helping his dad's business when we visited. He told me I should take a trip to Costa Rica or to China (where he was headed in a few days), and that he could introduce me to women "who know how to treat a man".
Ahem.
Now, my friend wasn't going pimp on me and wasn't trying to set me up with a dangerous liaison. But he definitely was suggesting that foreign-born women are more deferential to men, and "know their place".
I, uh, thanked him, but, that's not really what I have in mind.
There was a Christian group years ago, maybe still around, called 'Equally Yoked' - I think that's more my style. I intend to remain the man of the house, and am sure not looking for a dominatrix (I don't know what that's all about), but not looking to be Lord of the Manor, either.
A sermon awhile back spoke of how spouses tend to objectify one another: Husbands view wives as sex providers, wives view husbands as income providers. I believe that can happen.
I think in this context, Ms. Slick would be equating "love" with "boink". Apparently lonely Marty Balin was the only band member she didn't love.
She had an awesome voice, and clearly paved the way for the women of rock who followed: Joplin, Ronstadt, Nicks, etc. But an awful personality.
Anyway, my idea of 'someone to love' is to put gas in her car, edge the sidewalk, bathe the dog, fix an appliance, go to Jazz on the Boulevard, cook a meal sometimes, load or unload the dishwasher, occasionally run the vacuum, keep the bears and wolves at bay,and give her a back rub (OK, this last may not be altogether altruistic - I'm a man, we're wired that way).
At the moment, I don't have high hopes of finding such a partner in crime.
I reduced more of my downed tree with the chipper this evening. And found a dead opossum in the front yard. Nasty, it was way too late for Opossum Helper.
SecTreas Timmy Geithner is announcing that the Federal Government will borrow from federal workers' retirement funds to keep the government running. Borrow?
And pay it back with what?
I don't work for the Feds, but anyone who believes that's a good idea probably also believes there's a big locked box where they keep all the Social Security Trust Fund safe. Uh-huh.
The U.S. made a big mistake going off the gold standard. Buy wheelbarrows, you're gonna need them.
Trimming Sienna's nails is a constant pain. She doesn't run enough on the pavement to wear them down, and squirms too much when I try to clip them.
I saw one of those devices from Bed, Bath and Body Works in the Beyond, or whatever, As Seen on TV, that uses batteries and files them instead of cutting them.
The Google said it sucked.
So I hauled out the Dremel tool (actually, I used the Ryobi, because it's variable speed, but I have a Dremel also) with a coarse sanding drum, and, on low speed, she actually let me do all four paws without going N-V-T-S, nuts. With the clippers, the best I can hope for is to do one or two paws at a time.
I found last year that I didn't care for the BP meds my doc prescribed. So, I'm kinda going the diet & exercise, oatmeal, dark chocolate and red wine route. I've been buying the 'two buck chuck' kinda stuff to drink a wee dram before bedtime.
My reviews? Wal-Mart's Oak Leaf Merlot - not so good, though in the past I've found the Cabernet acceptable. In a day or two I'll have a review of Winking Owl's Shiraz from Aldi.
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