flightless hag

A chronicle of the adventures of birdwoman: a lonely, talentless freak who wanders the internet in search of entertainment.

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I'm a 40-something married white female, survivor of weight watchers, avid reader of pulp. Dogs (not cats), extreme right (handed, not politics), ENTJ, alto, wanna-be knitter.

February 16, 2008

the week to end all weeks

OK, I started my new job, took my mom to the ER, got my mom out of the hospital, got reamed in a review, and got the flu. All in a little more than a week.

Does that count as excuse enough to not blog?

So what, besides that garbage, has happened?

Hmmmm....

I read an article detailing how our Wonderful Mr. Fumo from Philly has a little bit of a bookkeeping issue. It seems his home, which he purchased for about $200,000 a number of years ago, has increased substantially in value. He put it up for sale at 7 million.

Problem is, he's been paying taxes on a $200,000 property the whole time.

His house was reassessed, but somehow, that reassassment paper vanished.

Just another case of the rich getting richer. But since he's a democrat, you'll never really hear about it.

Speaking of Democrats, I've decided I'm voting for Mr. Obama in the primary. (yes, I'm a registered Democrat. Believe it or not.) The reasons? 1) he earned his chops. Ms. Clinton got elected because of her name. 2) he has the least clout, therefore the least ability to forward the socialist agenda.

On the personal front, not a whole lot is going on. Stinky and the Moth are ready to play outside again. Stinky has cub scouts to get him through. The Moth, though, doesn't have a lot of outlets. This morning, he was putting together trains and singing along with a CD his grandma gave him. I never thought my suburbanite kid would be singing about moose and milk cows. He does like to sing. Especially while making train tracks. weird kid.

I'm torn about telling stories about my job now, but I guess I can tell this one. One of my kids was really unhappy on Friday. She told me she wanted to stab me. I said, "OK, just do it quick and use something sharp." Then I said, "wait, my life insurance isn't paid up yet, can you wait a few months?" She looked at me like I was from another planet, which, I guess, I am. But it diffused the anger!

I'll tell you what, my days do fly by now! NEVER a dull moment

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