A chronicle of the adventures of birdwoman: a lonely, talentless freak who wanders the internet in search of entertainment.
- Name: birdwoman
- Location: Philly
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 28, 2009
February 21, 2009
A Joke My Mom Made Up
February 19, 2009
Townhall Meeting - my first
My local Congressman, Joe Sestak, had a town hall on the phone tonight. Stumping the stimulus, I suppose. I decided to listen to hear what the word on the street is.
The first question I heard was this codger asking what was in this for seniors. You see, he explained, he had never had to pay for health insurance in his life. And he was peeved that now, when he is retired, the government made him pay $90 last month.
Congressman Sestak assured him that he was fighting for more money for seniors.
It went downhill from there.
There was the woman who wanted more money for child care. She has child care businesses, but not enough people can afford her rates. Why don’t we subsidize more childcare?
Congressman Sestak assured her that they were pouring as much into education as they could, and he was going to get more. It’s a priority for him.
There was the woman who wanted more money for mental health care – they need long term care. They need drugs and places to live, otherwise they are going to come back to their parents. And then it comes out that her child is one of these, and she’s tired of caring for him.
Congressman Sestak says that they’re going to appropriate over 3 billion dollars for mental challenges mostly because the soldiers are coming home with post traumatic stress disorder. Mental Health is “the biggest health challenge of any disease in
I get the feeling with him, everything is the worst, and money is the only solution.
There was not a single, solitary soul who questioned where the hades this money was coming from.
People are completely nuts. Completely. Nuts.
February 14, 2009
When he goes to make note of it, mom turns on the garbage disposal. Dumb ol' dad doesn't catch the Signal, so he tries again, while mom coyly bangs pots and tells him casually to zip it.
I wish it were on Youtube, but it ain't.
Thing is, she's hiding the fact that this delicious stuff is nutricious. Not and Double Not. My kids call it chef bootie for a reason.
Still, it's a good excuse to treat the Dad figure like a moron. So, go buy some Chef Bootie. Boyardee. Whatever.